RYAN’S
SESSION
This story contains adult language
and scenarios of sexual and erotic situations.
Reader
discretion is advised.
Ryan showed up ten minutes early...eager...normal for the first-time. Patricia was barefoot and wearing a short robe...Ryan’s eyes immediately dropped to her bare legs. Most of his fantasies were centered around her legs but this was his first really good appraisal! He was suitably impressed…his groin throbbed with anticipation!
Patricia spent every weekday morning delivering envelopes and small parcels. Biking or jogging from one business to the next…running up and down stairs. She was in terrific shape, especially her legs! On the job, and not wanting to upset any managements, Patricia never wore less than the most modest shorts, ‘jok-soks’ with running shoes and a loose top over a sports bra or bandeau.
So this was a different look! The robe was hip length and Ryan could see the length of her legs...his boner took a lurch...here was more muscle than he had ever fantasized!
The facilities were better than he expected too...bigger...airier...and well equipped with wall to wall mats! Everything rang of quality!
Since this was Ryan’s first time Patricia gave him the card with her list of rules:
‘Fair play will prevail, no kicking, no biting, no punching, no gouging, blah, blah…’
She also explained verbally: “I realize we’re wrestling so I expect to be mauled and I expect that at some point you’ll make contact with my crotch and my boobs!” She held her hands up, palms out. “That’s not a problem...but...bother my breasts on purpose and I’ll bother your balls.”
Patricia sensed some reluctance...first time jitters...so she took his hand and led him to the center of the ring. She started by pulling hard on his arm, spinning him around. She bent down and hauled him over her hips. He landed with a “Whooofff...!” flat on his back. He recovered quickly to cover up the fact that she had surprised him and sat up, but really, he wasn’t ready and she surprised him again! She moved in from behind just as quickly, wrapped her legs around his chest and squeezed mightily! He was immediately gasping for breath and flailing with his arms and legs.
“Agh...agh...agh...!”
She held on tight for a count of ten, which she knew to be the limit for most ‘boys’.
“Aaaggghhh......!”
She released him and pulled away. He lay prone for a minute, catching his breath, and then got slowly to his knees.
She could tell something was fishy...he was wearing gym shorts but there was nothing showing...no visible lumps or bulges. She had seen this before...the wimp was wearing a jock strap with a cup!!
He was still on his knees...Patricia got behind him and grabbed the waistband of his shorts making sure she also had the strap of the jock in her grip. She pulled both items back and down off his ass. One good heave lifted his knees out from under him and sent him nose-first into the mats. She dragged both items down his legs then free of his feet. He was naked and feeling pretty dumb. His hard-on jammed against the mat.
She separated the items...the jock and the cup she pitched into a corner and the shorts she flung at his head.
He regained his feet and meekly slipped back into his shorts. Now she could see his erection making a tent...she chuckled to herself.
“Okay...now isn’t that better?”
Incredible! Ryan had not expected her to be so friggin’ strong...aggressive! So friggin’ fast...she had him out of his shorts just like that! He wasn’t really comfortable with his cock standing up in his shorts but he took a stance and got ready for the next round.
“You work out.” She observed. Ryan was in reasonable shape for ‘desk jockey’.
“You work out too.” He acknowledged. He had perceived her legs to be strong...powerful...all the running...all the stair climbing...but he was amazed at her upper body strength!
Patricia put him through the regimen for first timers...a tight grapevine...give him an overall sense of her body and strength. Then some body and head scissors...give him a chance to grope at her legs, turn him on and wear him down. Then upward and onward with a humiliating pin, a devastating wrist lock, and a leg lock...just to prove she could do it.
With ten minutes to go she trapped him in a figure four head scissor...his face in her crotch...and as was normal, the fight went out of him. She felt him wilt and he convulsed when she sent him a pouty air kiss.
“Ooohhh....” He moaned.
“Yeah?...Is this what you had in mind?” She felt the tremble...he was going to kum...he couldn’t stop it now! “Ryan...is that game over?” She persisted, even knowing he wasn’t really listening.
“Oooohhh...!” He clasped at her thighs in a last ditch but he had nothing left...the head-lock was too secure...as well, he was kumming! “Oooohhh...!”
She watched his cock spasm after ever air kiss she sent down and she was assailed with that warm glow that came with a victory. Her testosterone running amok.
“Ryan...?” She purred and they made eye contact.
“Oooohhh....”
“Ryan?...enough?”
“Ooohhh...yes...enough...ooohhh....”
“Are you a wimp...submitting to a girl?” She taunted.
“Ooohhh....” He moaned in despair.
“So...are you a wimp?”
“Oohh...yes...yes...!”
“Then say it....”
“Oohh...yes...I’m a wimp.”
“Do you submit?”
“Oohh...yes...I submit!”
“To a girl?”
“Aaaaggg...yes...mmm...to a girl....”
His contractions were done but he was still confined by her legs...defeated and humiliated! She had whipped him fair and square...forced him to submit...admit he was a wimp...and made him kreem his shorts!
The hot shower felt sooo good on his broken body…he knew it would heal...unlike his shattered male ego. He should have taken Kevin’s warnings more seriously: “...she’ll get you between her legs man...then you’re just so much meat!” and “...she’ll tease you and mess up your head man....”
Ryan was totally awed…already thinking about how soon he could arrange the next session!