Siren’s Boob Job

Mixed fighting freestyle, 310 pictures 1920x1080 (Full HD), completely CFNM, no blood.

Todd wasn’t happy. Mind you, he seldom seemed to be, but today he was more aggrieved than usual. Standing there, naked – he must have saved a fortune on clothes, including underwear – he was complaining to Siren about the latest decision she had made without consulting him.

For her part, indignation was turning to anger. Dressed in a skimpy black leotard, perfectly matching her dark hair and complexion, she gave off the warning signs that Todd always failed to recognise in women. The argument was about a “boob job” that she had had done, and she made the point, rightly, that even if he liked it, he would pretend not to, just to be able to sulk.

“That’s not true,” he whined back. “Your tits look as if someone attached a pump to each nipple and forced in 30 pounds of air per square inch, like a couple of car tyres.”

“You’re asking for it,” she warned him with a shove.

“Yes, bring it my love,” he replied, shoving her back. So she did, namely with a solid right punch on his mouth and nose.

“Bitch!” he exclaimed, his lips smarting, and his eyes filling with tears because of the hefty strike to his nose. (Well, if you will tell someone to “bring it”, you must expect them to do just that.)

The trouble was once Siren got started, it was very difficult to get her to stop. She pushed him against a wall, pinned him there with her left arm, and thrust her right fist into his stomach rapidly three times. He collapsed onto his knees, clutching his stomach and moaning with pain.

She was unimpressed, demanding they both settle it “right now, BITCH,” having taken up position in the middle of the gym. She smiled for the first time, no doubt in anticipation of the combat to come, when Todd got up to join her. To wind him up further, she felt her breasts, seemingly very pleased with them. Scowling, Todd met her, and they locked up.

A test of strength between the pair of them was no contest, and Siren soon had him in a headlock. She pulled him about a bit by his neck, just for the fun of it, before hip tossing him down onto his back while maintaining the headlock, with her left arm clamped firmly around his neck. Todd knew she would ramp up the pressure, and soon he was struggling to breathe. But she surprised him by releasing him sooner than he expected, instead choosing to push his head hard into the floor.

Resuming the headlock, Siren bent his left arm into it for good measure, turning it into an arm triangle choke. Once again, Todd was breathing with difficulty, while a burning sensation grew ever more intense from his shoulder to his fingertips.

Turning him onto his front, while keeping the arm triangle choke, she whispered into his ear:

“You are a pussy Todd, now submit.”

In severe pain he may have been, but he kept silent. Siren wasn’t having any of that, though, and insisted, “Submit now”. Perhaps it was pride which prevented him from agreeing to submit the first time, because he readily did it now.

That was more like it! Gratified, Siren posed over him, raising her arms in triumph before feeling one breast, just to remind Todd of her “boob job”, which he had so objected to. Not exactly being subtle about it, she then felt both of them, grinning broadly. But she was keen to progress the fight, stating that they had only just begun it.

Todd obeyed, they locked up again, and it wasn’t long before he was down on his back once more. The strong, inventive woman had tripped him over her leg. All it took was a push over it, and hey presto!

After briefly flirting with another headlock, Siren opted to kneel astride him, so she sat on his middle, and proceeded to batter his face and head. First off, she got him in the ear with a right. Evening things up, she punched him in the other ear. Settling into her stride, she now sat on his manhood and punched him in the left eye, taking care to grasp his right wrist to prevent any counterattack.

Todd put up a brief struggle, all too aware that his powerful opponent was capable of inflicting severe damage if he let her carry on. But she swatted his resistance aside and swept his mouth with her left fist. After a right-left combo set his head spinning to each side, she shifted beside him and clamped her legs around his middle. It was the first time she had brought her formidable thighs into play, and the scissor soon had him gasping.

“Submit lover,” Siren demanded, ratcheting up the pressure.

This time Todd complied without waiting for a second command. No one could withstand that sort of pressure. So it was time for Siren to do some more posing, while feeling her breasts, just to remind Todd of why they were fighting. He got the message. Still resentful, he got up and once again the two of them locked up.

It was a token lock up, because she had already made up her mind what she was going to do. As usual, Todd was both unaware and powerless until he found himself a victim of her plan, and he was raised several inches off his feet and being squeezed in a bear hug. Then he had to make the best of being slammed down on the mat, landing on his back. His formidable opponent knelt above and across him, seizing his right arm and trapping his left leg under her weight, in a variation of a leg arm lock.

Variations do the job, though! Todd’s imprisoned arm and leg were twisted and stretched so that the now familiar burning sensation returned and darted along those limbs.

Then again, Siren liked to tease, and to keep Todd guessing. So, trapping his right arm in the crook of her right leg, she lay over him and made to kiss him. No wonder he looked bewildered all the time! Because the next moment she had bundled him into something resembling a tied-up parcel, before she sat on his stomach, and hauled both his legs up to lock them in her arms.

The strain on Todd’s legs, and more importantly his spine, was intense, as his legs were wrenched up, while his middle was pushed down with her weight. Siren’s wrestling may have been unconventional, but its results were conventional – a gradual to total wearing down of the opponent, through the application of pressure on vital joints and muscles. And all the time she smiled at him.

Now she smiled down at him from the schoolgirl pin she had just put him in. There is no better way for a woman to assert her dominance over a man than a schoolgirl pin. She can exploit her charms, making sure he has to stare at them, while all the time applying a subtle psychological superiority over him. Siren, of course, knew all this of old, and she played it for all she was worth, lowering herself ever closer to Todd, until his face was engulfed in her breasts.

“Submit, lover.” She told him, gently, after nearly suffocating him in them. But to her surprise, he didn’t.

“Todd, submit,” she instructed, with more authority this time. Silence. Sitting up on him, she saw the reason: her fabulous new breasts had sent him to sleep!

After having a laugh, Siren tapped Todd’s face to wake him up. Then it was time for the ritual victory pose (while feeling a breast for his benefit) before rubbing his face between them for the hell of it. While she held him there, she informed him that the fight wasn’t over. It was to be boxing next.

Once again, Todd put the familiar mud-coloured gloves on, while Siren wore shiny black ones, to match her leotard. After touching gloves, Todd fired a left jab, which achieved nothing, except a slight loss of energy to him. Siren laughed as she leant back out of its way, before banging his jaw with her left.

Perhaps Todd was still “woozy” from the breast smothering, but he foolishly put both his hands to his face in reaction, so Siren punched him hard in the stomach. Then, stretching the rules a bit, she kicked him in the balls, and he dropped to his knees, clutching his severely aching manhood. Showing her sadistic side, she laughed at him, calling him her “bad lover”. (Well, he wouldn’t be much good as a lover if she did that to him too often.)

Recovering enough, Todd got to his feet, and heroically started the ritual circling with his fired-up opponent. But she was in no mood for ritual, and she jabbed sharply at his nose with her left. Then he got a full-on furious right cross to the chin. His Chinese-Texan beauty of a mistress relished punching him in the face, laughing when she saw his look of astonishment and panic.

But the laughter soon gave way to determination, as the ferocious female left hooked him. She had him hopping, stumbling and skipping with that one, teetering on the brink of collapse.

One more should do it, and Siren swept his face with a right uppercut. Her male opponent shot into the air, seemed go glide peacefully through it for a moment, then came crashing down on his back, unconscious.

Once again, it was posing time, and the victorious woman stood with a boot on her defeated male adversary’s face. Then she sat on his middle, still celebrating her victory, with her arms raised in triumph, before milking her victory a little more with a straddle pin. Holding Todd’s wrists above his head, she stared into his eyes – but it was a smiling stare. She’d won, and there was no need for threatening looks now. So she could enjoy herself, by teasing him, rubbing her sex against his manhood, and demanding who was “fucking who”.

She enjoyed hearing Todd say she was doing it to him so much, that she demanded he say it again. It excited them both to the extent that they climaxed together. Siren kissed and thanked him, then sat over his face and flexed her muscles. Just for the fun of it, she then breast smothered him until it knocked him out again.

When Todd recovered and got up as far as kneeling, she insisted he kiss her arse. Not content when he did it, she announced that she was going to spank him. Todd, with no self-esteem left at all, replied that he deserved it. Still, from his point of view, it was better than the strap on.

There was a small bench in the gym that could have been made for the purpose (as it was Siren’s gym, perhaps it was). It was just the right height off the floor, and she sat on it, dragging Todd across her lap. Once he was in place, it was open season for spanking, and the gym resounded to the dull thud of leather boxing glove on naked flesh. Many times, too.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Siren asked after one such strike.

“Yes,” replied Todd (which was unlikely, because he never learned his lessons, so Siren kept on hitting him).

At last she let him flop down on the mat, the cool surface of it giving some comfort to his red-hot sore backside. While he was absorbing this limited alleviation, she asked him if he was happy with her boob job, and he replied wisely that he was very happy.

“Have you learned your lesson?” she asked once more, and he confirmed that he had.

Siren ordered Todd to go to the bedroom, where she promised all kinds of excitement.