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It’s Friday night, and Sam and I have decided to go out on the town and hit a club, not something that we do often… in my mid 30’s, I find a quieter and more refined evening more to my liking these days. However, Sam has found a femme lesbian club, called the Onyx club, which once a month, does an ‘open mat’ ladies wrestling night. Open mat is where the club hires wrestlers to take challenges from the patrons in a ‘wrestling pit’, and Sam wanted to go along to watch, so I agreed.
* * *
We arrive at the club entrance.
“Remember. We’re here to watch. Don’t expect me to get up and take part. I have no desire to be part of the entertainment!” I remind Sam categorically. I had been clear on this from the moment that she mentioned the club, as I was sceptical of her motives.
“I know. I know.” My girlfriend replies. “Although, looking the way you look tonight, there’s a good chance you’ll be going a few rounds with me later.”
Holy shit. She can talk. Sam is looking red-hot, wearing a sheer pink top, over a black bra, black spandex hot pants, sheer black pantyhose and 5 inch stilettos.
On the other hand, my outfit is more modest than my 26 year old girlfriend’s, but if I say so myself, sexy in a refined way. I’m wearing a short, olive green, wrap dress, which has a single rope tie at the side, sheer and seamless grey pantyhose and white canvas sneakers. In her high heels Sam stands over 6 feet tall, and I love to extenuate that by wearing flats, it just looks so hot.
The night starts like a regular club; drinks, dancing, couples making out and others chatting to people at the bar. Which is where we got talking to a couple who are regulars on these nights about the evening which lay ahead and they explain how it all works, rules, format, etc.
“Angel is the MC, referee and enforcer. She introduces the wrestlers, asks for volunteers, picks the opponents and generally makes sure everyone has fun and that no one gets hurt.” Mary, one of the regulars explains.
“So how competitive are the matches?” Sam enquires.
“It depends. Most of the girls that get in there don’t know how to wrestle, they are just looking for a little bit of wild fun with a wrestling stunner. But occasionally we get a girl with a little bit more fight and they take it to the wrestler.” Mary expands.
“So does it ever get aggressive?” I ask. Intrigued by how ‘real’ what I am about to see will be.
“If one of the patrons goes nuts and starts to assault a wrestler, Angel would step in to break it up, normally calling the bouncers to intervene and they get their ass tossed out of the club.” Jordan, Mary’s partner answers.
“So you mean the patrons are not allowed to win?” I ask.
“No, girls can win, but if they get too rough, their outta there.” Jordan explains. “We’ve seen some pretty one sided matches where wrestlers have been dominated and humiliated, that’s actually the crowd favourite. You’re just not allowed to go berserk. Sane, hard wrestling is the aim.” Jordan expands.
It’s then we hear an announcement that the evening entertainment is about to start, so we go to get our viewing positions, sitting on the side, with Mary and Jordan, our guides for the night.
* * *
Standing in the middle of the fight pit is Angel, the ref/MC, who it turns out is a smoking hot, slim and sexy blond. She looks particularly fabulous, wearing a zebra print bikini, over sheer to the waist white pantyhose. Heaven to a couple of pantyhose wrestling devotees such as me and Sam. She has on her head, a headset with a mic and camera, so she can address the audience and give ‘on mat’ view to the big screens around the club.
“Our first wrestler tonight is Ivy.” Angel announces.
Out to the ‘pit’ comes a young, pretty brunette, wearing a very revealing, silver bikini, which brings lots of hollers, catcalls and cheers from the gathered hordes of horny women. Angel looks Ivy up and down, to cast the image of this sweet little body to the screens, giving everyone an eyeful.
“So, who will her opponent be?” Angel asks. Holding her hand out to the crowd, offering the opportunity.
There are multiple bids from ladies eager to tussle with Ivy, and after surveying Angel picks one. A short, but fairly well built woman with short black hair, pretty in a slightly boyish way and I would say about my age.
As the woman reached the pit, the action started immediately, with Ivy grabbing her opponent and commencing the match.
I was a little surprised, no intros, no handshakes and definitely no time to remove clothing. So there was the slightly odd sight of two competitors, one in a tiny bikini, one in a white shirt, jeans and boots.
But then the ‘match’ only lasted around 5 minutes, with Ivy controlling the whole thing. Between a couple of pins, there was a few holds, which made the older woman scream, if only for a few seconds before being released and moved to another position. Angel taking up expert positions to capture shots of tits, ass and her favourite, the agonised facial expressions porno izle of the loser.
The match was conceded and the loser looking satisfied with the outcome of being twisted and smothered by this beauty for a few kicks. Before she left the arena she even stole a passionate kiss from Ivy, who seems only too happy to oblige.
* * *
The first match pretty much set the template for the night’s action. A beautiful wrestler overwhelming a horny, good looking, less skilled woman. Angel seemed to have an eye for the right kind of girl, picking on size, stature and looks.
Each wrestler that came out had 3 or 4 matches, each generally around 5 minutes or so and all but 1 or 2 had been completely one-sided. I’m guessing after around 10 matches, the wrestling team were leading the audience by about 25 points to 2, or something like that, if anyone was keeping score.
“And our final wrestler this evening.” Angel called, bringing a hush over the room. “The Onyx club champion, Melody.”
As Melody walked out the crowd erupted. And honestly, I can see why. She’s gorgeous! At around 5 foot 6, maybe 125 pounds, with long black hair and a curvy but rock solid body…the body of a woman in her early 20s! She’s dressed a little differently to the other wrestlers we’ve seen, not the seemingly obligatory skimpy bikini, but lingerie. A matching blue silky bra and panties, over the top of sheer, black pantyhose… now that really does it for me.
Now I don’t mean to disparage before I’ve even seen her fight, but judging from the way most matches have gone this evening, I can imagine why she’s able to find women that she can dominate, and I suspect it’s not just wrestling ability.
“So, who is going to be Melody’s next lucky victim?” Angel asks.
To my surprise there are no volunteers.
“What the fuck?” I asked Jordan. Surprised that there wasn’t a flood of offers.
“Don’t be fooled. Melody’s a predator, there’s nothing she likes more than a sexy, screaming woman in her clutches.” Jordan enlightens.
Standing up, I shout out.
“I’ll do it.” I yell to Angel.
Sam looks shocked, but believe me, no one is more surprised than me at what I’ve just done.
“Oh wow. The pretty lady in the green dress is getting into the game. Come on up cutie.” Angel invites.
I looked at Sam, who unsurprisingly looks delighted to be watching me wrestle and undoubtedly is quite hopeful that Melody is as good as Jordan had suggested, as she enjoys seeing me lose and suffer when wrestling.
Having seen how the previous matches had all gone, I was ready for the bout to start as soon as I step on the mat. And true to form Melody wasted no time in her attack. As we locked up, and quickly ended up down on the mat.
Wow, she’s strong. I’m holding my own, but I have to admit I am really surprised by this young woman. It’s probably been a minute that we have been vying for position, then she gets the advantage, as she able to secure a bodyscissor on me. Bringing a roar of approval from the audience.
“Jeez, I thought I was never gonna get you.” Melody whispers in my ear, giggling. “I hope you’re ready for the punishment you’re gonna suffer for that.”
Oh shit. I need to get out of this, figuring my best chance is submitting and restarting, so I tap. But nothing. I turn slightly to my opponent and softly offer my submission.
“Oh no honey. On this mat I decide when a hold ends and I find these ladies like to watch me make my victim cry.” Melody purrs quietly in my ear.
How can such a sweet voice sound so menacing? Oh that’s how, I realise as she increases the intensity of her scissorhold, and simultaneously pulls my head back by my hair. None of the other matches I’ve seen tonight were this vicious, but I guess that’s why she’s the champ and no-one wants to face her.
“Ref. Hair!” I call out in despair.
“Oh dear. It seems like Melody is up to her old tricks again, pulling hair folks.” Angel addressed to the baying onlookers, who apparently approve. As the ‘impartial ref’ makes a point of getting right in my face to show Melody’s ‘fan club’ my contorted, reddened face.
As it seems like I’m getting no help from anyone else, I’d better do something…and quickly. ‘Come on Becky, you’ve beaten tougher girls than this.’ I inwardly coach myself. With that I use all my power, skill, experience and energy in one last effort to break free, and I’m slightly surprised to say, it’s worked, as I’m able to break the hold and roll away.
As we separate, she comes for me again. Obviously frustrated by the audacity of a challenger to actually put up a challenge. But her annoyance has made her careless and she moves into a position where I am the one able to lock on a scissorhold of my own, as I wrap my nylon clad thighs around her head. From there I’m able to secure the hold further manipulating it into figure 4 headscissor, from here she’s going nowhere.
As Melody screams and bucks, the crowd first stunned, then animated, are now bellowing with excitement. Seems that the amatör porno girls were right, the audience may adore Melody but they love to see the underdog from their ranks take control.
Oh my… of all the nerve, Melody is tapping! But given that I’ve been holding her here like this for a couple of minutes, I think she’s pretty much done. So I’ll be the bigger woman and release her.
“Do you concede? Do I win champ?” I pose condescendingly.
“No, I’m going to beat you for that.” My spirited opponent responds.
Well that’s just foolish, but OK. Getting to her knees, she makes a lunge for me, which I easily evade. Just seizing her arm and pulling her face down into the mat. In an instant I fall across her back, then yanking her up I complete my camel clutch.
“Owww.” Melody squeals “Ref, stop her. She’s cheating.”
OK, firstly, I haven’t. Secondly, this!?! Coming from Miss Hairpuller. So I figure, what the hell. If she wants to call cheat, then I will.
“I’m not a cheat.” I retort “As I understand it hairpulling is legal.”
“Oh fuck, no. Please no.” My rival appeals with apparent sincerity and panic.
But ignoring her plea I grab her hair in both hands and pull. Not hard. This is mainly for the spectators but it does feel good getting payback.
For the last 5 minutes or so, I would guess, I’ve been torturing Melody between occasionally pulling hard on her hair, stretching her deeper in my camel clutch and then easing, making her scream in pain, repeatedly calling her submission, which on duly ignore, urged on by the crowd.
“Hey ref, is the match over or shall I go for another submission?” I tease.
“What do you wanna do ‘green dress’?” Angel asks me.
“Well, I kinda got drawn into this match by her beautiful long, pantyhose covered legs.” I admit, albeit bashfully “So maybe I should try a leg hold or something?”
“Wow gals. Turns out green dress has a pantyhose fetish. Do you think I should let her play with Melody’s gorgeous thighs or maybe torture her feet.” Angel announces to the crowd, inciting a rowdy response and a blush from me, having my personal predilections announced publicly.
“No. Please, no more.” Melody implores.
But spurred on by the crowd, I release the camel clutch and go for the quickest and simplest alternative from here, a Boston crab.
And in keeping with my desires and the crowds encouragement, I begin to caress my opponents legs, as I hear her continue to moan and squeal. This is really turning me on, and it’s sending the crowd into raptures. As I continue my opponent’s torment, and my pleasure, Angel switches between looking into Melody’s face, showing her despondency and my hands running across the young woman’s shapely legs.
“So ladies. Do you think that Melody has had enough? Or do you think the pantyhose deviant deserves more of a reward for her victory?” Angel asks the audience.
The answer, not unexpectedly comes back a resounding, carry on. But then a group of ladies, who are closest to the pit, a bachelorette party, with two beautiful brides, decide to up the ante.
“Make her cum. Make her cum. Make her cum.” They begin to chant.
“No. Don’t you fucking dare.” Melody screams.
The mantra has taken hold and now most of the audience is chanting. Encouraged by the chant and so turned on, ‘I think what the hell?’. The best that can happen is I have some fun and entertain the club, the worst is I get thrown out on my ass. So with that I slip my hand inside my prey’s panties and start to massage. And the crowd go wild!
Shit. What the…
Angel has attacked me from behind, wrapping an arm around my neck and snatching a handful of my hair with the other hand she’s dragging me off my opponent. Well I guess that answers whether I’m allowed to do that.
“This is a wrestling match. No sexual acts with club employees.” Angel scolds loudly across the PA system “Can we get her out of here?”
As the bouncers approach Melody stops them, as she rises to her feet.
“No, just keep her there.” The wrestler instructs the ref. “I think we should teach her a lesson.”
Oh shit. This is real trouble.
“Who’s for a little 2 on 1 for our transgressor?” Angel baits the audience.
Well the answer was obvious but irrelevant, as the question was purely rhetorical and within a few seconds I’m on my back with Angel’s legs wrapped around my neck in a side headscissor, her knee tucked under my chin. And Melody has my right arm in an armbar, with her legs draped across my chest… this is bad!
“I give. I give. I’m sorry.” I howl.
“Aww, she wants to give up. But I don’t believe her, I think the Nylon Nympho is enjoying having our legs wrapped around.” Angel rouses.
Believe me, she’s wrong, I really want to get out of this. Angel is being a real pro, even now she’s in amongst the action, she’s managing to keep the camera pointed towards my face, showing my distressed look to everyone watching. But at least my assailants seem to have taken partial anal porno pity on me, as they has both slackened their holds, so I am now merely in pain, rather than soul-crushing agony.
My opponents have had no problem keeping me subdued for a few minutes now, with Angel giving occasional commentary to the sexually aroused mob surrounding us.
“Ladies. Do you think we’ve taught Miss Wandering-Hands a lesson? Do you think we should let her go now?” Angel asks… again knowing the answer.
“Boston crab?” I hear Melody ask Angel.
“Anyone want to see if Hosiery Hussy enjoys a Boston crab as much from the bottom?” Angel taunts. Hell, how many of these degrading nicknames can she come up with?
Again, inevitably following a wave of whooping and hollering, I’m now face down in a double Boston crab, with Angel and Melody holding one leg each. I can see myself on one of the big screens, or rather I can see a close up of my contorted legs being groped by four teasing hands. Which, if I’m honest, if I was in the audience I would be adoring, but in my current position not so much.
“Oh my. I’ve just realised that our pain slut isn’t wearing underwear beneath her sexy pantyhose.” Angel exclaims.
Then, I assume she’s removed her head cam, as it’s being unsteadily cajoled into position to display a close up of my nylon covered pussy up on the big screens. Then I hear somethings which fills me with dread.
“Make her cum. Make her cum.” The bridal party has revived.
“Sorry ladies. We’re wrestlers not sex performers.” Angel retorts. As she returns the headset to her head.
The crowd remains loud and insistent in its chanting.
“I tell you what. How about we keep her in a hold and someone else makes her cum?” Angel offers, which brings a cheer. “Anybody fancy eating some pantyhose pussy?”
“No!!” I scream loudly, as I slam my hand on the mat in submission.
I have no real desire to become a sex act either, but then I guess I stupidly started that train. And I can hear a clamber of voices screaming ‘me, me, me’, which is rather flattering but more mortifying, and I can only see it going one way.
“You!” I hear Angel propose.
Very soon after that, I see the image of my soon to be oral associate appear on the big screen. And honestly, I’m feeling ever so slightly better about it now, don’t get me wrong, I’d rather not be butchered by two wrestlers whilst publicly made to cum by a complete stranger, but things could be marginally worse. From what I can make out, she’s young, maybe 19 or 20, with short blonde hair and I would say, and it’s hard to judge from here, around 5 foot 2ish.
“What’s your name sweetheart?” I hear Angel ask, though I don’t hear the reply Angel clears that up for me. “Big cheer for Beth.”
Ok, so at least I know blondie’s name before she goes down on me. Before she reaches us, my opponents decide to change position slightly to give her better access. They keep their hold on my legs, but hoist me upwards, as they stand. So I am now vertical, in a sort of supported headstand, which has made my dress slide down so my bottom half is fully exposed and the skirt covers most of my face. Funnily enough, showing my legs, ass and pussy feels less personal than having a room full of women watching my face through my pain and pleasure.
I can just about see enough to make out that the young woman was now kneeling in front of my, shuffling forwards into position… nice legs.
“Kneel on her hair.” I hear Melody instruct her.
What?? Like I haven’t been through enough for one mistake. But recognising that any protest to this point has gotten me nowhere, I just accept my fate.
Beth does as instructed, and kneels down on my hair, trapping my head.
“Ouch.” I moan instinctively.
To make matters worse my double team adversaries think it would be funny to hoist me up slightly more. My head is still on the floor taking much of my weight, but now there is more pressure on my legs and my hair is being pulled tighter.
I’d like to scream, for all the good it would do. But before I make a sound, I feel a mouth between my legs. Oh my! She may be young, but she clearly knows what she’s doing there. I don’t know if it’s Beth’s skills, the erotic nature of the situation or a pain/pleasure thing but this is having some effect on me. I can feel myself gyrating, and given that I’m suspended by my legs and pinned by the hair, every time I move, it hurts. But the movement is involuntary and is being compelled from me.
“Beth stop.” I hear Angel command.
“What??” I hear Beth respond in disbelief. And I can tell you that she’s very much speaking for both of us.
“It’s OK beautiful. You’ll be gargling with milf cum soon enough.” Angel proffers, with rather provocative word imagery. “But we need a better position for the big finale.”
Oh fuck, what the hell else can they do to me?
Angel and Melody lower me to the floor, and I just lie still and submissive waiting for their next move. It doesn’t take long. Melody has clearly decided I’m over dressed, so pulls the tie on dress, which easily falls open (not great attire for wrestling) and with Beth’s help they peel it away, leaving me in just pantyhose, sneakers and a grey, silk bra. And they throw my dress off the mat.
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