Wrestling night at the office

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Бренд: Stories from G.

Уникальный код: W-749

Mixed wrestling, 300 pictures 1920x1080 (Full HD), no nudity, no blood.

My name is Robert Westfal and I work at a large Insurance Co. One a month we have a wrestling night at the office anyone can participate but someone from each dept has to wrestle. I wrestled in 4 of these nights and my record is 3 wins and 1 loss, tonight will be my fifth match. We never know who our opponent will be till we get to the ring. Yes, that's right we have a regular pro type ring in the lower level of the building. I am a 28 yr old department manager. I'm married and have two children. I love wrestling and the more I win the more I love it. Also winning helps with promotions. All most all of the good wrestlers, both male and female are the ones that get ahead quicker.

There are dressing rooms for the wrestlers to change in on the lower level. I'm in one now and am about to get changed. I will be wrestling in the next match. As I came directly from my office I am still dressed in my business suit. I am quickly out of my suit and reach in my gear bag. I have brand now gear for me match tonight. I pull on a shiny silver gray metallic jockstrap. I then lace up my light gray boots. I am ready to wrestle.

I enter thr ring and directly across from me is my opponent. I instantly know who it is. Her name is Gazelle and she works in the legal department. She is gorgeous, 23 yrs old And she wears a bright red leotard, shiny tan pantyhose and red boots. Her leotard is skin tight and reveals everything, from her nipples to her camel toe.

The bell rings and I quickly move toward her. She however flat out races toward me. She is faster than I am and catches me with a "CLOTHS LINE" slams into my neck. The power of her cloths line is amazing and takes me off my feet. The next thing I know is that I'm on my back with both hands clutching at my throat.

I am having great difficulty breathing. In fact I am gasping for air. Gazelle has struck first and has taken me down to the mat. On my back I am easy pray for her. She quickly scoops one of my gray boots and twists my leg. Using the toe and the heel of my boot she is able to twist my leg very hard. The twist begins at my hip and increases at my knee and then doubles at my ankle.

My entire department knows I'm in trouble. They begin to shout encouragement to me. After a short time they begin to cheer for me calling out my name, they emphasize as they cheer making my name into two syllables ROB ERT ROB ERT ROB ERT!!!! The cheers seem to anger Gazelle.

Changing holds she rolls me face down on the mat and bends my leg at my knee. Holding tightly to my boot, she then slams my knee down to the mat. The shock send bolts of electricity around my knee and down my leg. I instantly scream in pain. "My leg, my leg!!! Oh god my leg!!!" I've just made the biggest mistake a wrestler can make. I've let my opponent know that she has hurt me. Now knowing that she has hurt me she again lifts, then slams my knee down to the mat. Twice more she uses the same maneuver.

If it works for one leg, why not the other one. Still lying face down, Gazelle grabs my other boot. Bending my leg at the knee she slams that leg down. Once again, the extreme pain mover thru my leg. 4 more times my knee is smashed to the mat.

Two things become obvious to my instantly. One is I can not get to my feet or walk. Second is I am losing the match as I am getting a large DEFEAT BONER in my jockstrap. The elastic straps running between my legs are being stretched tightly.

"Oh dear god, she's going to finish me off!!!!" Gazelle takes my boots and rolls me face up. She then bends one leg, as she does she weaves her legs around mine and locks on a FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK. That's it, we both know that I'm finished. I just prove it to everyone else in the building with my screams. "She's got me, dear god she's got me!!!! Were is the ref? I'm ready to submit!!!

Our volunteer referee, who is actually one of the office secretaries kneels beside me. "is that it Mr. Westfal, do you want to submit to Gazelle?"

YES-YES, DENISE

I WANT TO SUBMIT TO GAZELLE!!!

SHE'S GOT ME, OH GOD SHE'S GOT ME!!!

I GIVE UP-I GIVE UP!!!

YOU HAVE TO HELP MY DENISE!!!

I SUBMIT TO HER!!!! MAKE HER LET ME GO!!!!

I GIVE UP!!! I GIVE UP!!!

GAZELLE WINS!!!! SHE'S BEATEN ME!!!

The bell rings and Gazelle releases me. Our ref Denise comes over to me and asks Are you ok Mr. Westfal? Can you get up? I tell her that I can neither get to my feet or walk.

After lying on the mat for several minutes the med staff gets to me. Seeing how swollen my knees are they help me to my feet and back to my dressing room. All I can do is lie on the table hopping the swelling goes down.

The second match and last match for the night features one of the older women of the company. Helen Drake is 54 yrs old and is the head of the Contracts Deviation. She is equal to a Vice president. Helen comes to the ring wearing a Aqua leotard. It is extremely high cut and leaves nothing to the imagination. It clings to her like a second skin. She also has on matching aqua colored boots.

Her opponent is 19 yr old Donnie Mussalmen from the mail room. This is a huge opportunity for Donnie, as will clear the way for a promotion. Donnie comes to the ring in a gold metallic jockstrap and white boots. Now with both wrestlers in the ring the mach can start. There is the bell the match is on.

Donnie moves quickly getting behind Helen. Grabbing her wrist he instantly gets her in a HAMMER LOCK, a very angry and humiliated Helen struggles to get free. She has however, underestimated Donnie's athletic ability and his strength. Kicking her behind her knee Donnie takes her to the mat. As Helen falls down the crowd begins to cheer. Even those that work in Helen's department are cheering for Donnie.

Helen has fallen face first, this is the perfect position for Donnie. He now hooks Helen's arms over his thighs. Reaching down he cups his hands under her breasts and pulls up hard. The crowd is shocked as they see the hold Donnie has her in.

Helen is trapped in a BREAST LOCK CAMEL CLUTCH. The pain in her chest is crippling. Her face reflects that pain. With her arms hooked over Donnie's thighs she has no way to escape the hold. Shortly she is screaming from the pain. "My tits, my tits!!!!! He's crushing my tits!!! Several time Helen has refused to submit to Donnie.

What she has managed is to turn her body so she is able to get one of her boots over the bottom rope. She very quickly begins to scream "Ropes, ropes, I'm in the ropes!!! Get him off me, I'm in the ropes!!!"

Our volunteer ref orders Donnie to break the hold. Just before he lets Helen go, Donnie gives her breasts and huge squeeze causing her to scream in pain. "AAAAAAAAHHH!!!! Oh god my tits!!!! Donnie backs away from her and Helen struggles to her feet. To say that she is angry would not be enough.

Before Donnie can get ready, Helen attacks him. Grabbing his arm she whips the 19 yr old male into a corner. She follows him instantly as she does, she drives her knee into his jockstrap. Donnie screams in pain grabbing his manhood with both hands. Holding tightly to his now very painful manhood Donnie sinks to his knees. Helen is having none of that, she grabs Donnie by his hair and arm and pulls him to his feet.

In an unusual move Helen wraps Donnie's arms over the top rope and holds him tightly against the turnbuckle. Donnie is squealing in pain, "Let me go, let me go!!!! You hurt me!!! My manhood!!!! Oh god my manhood!!!!" sadly for young Donnie, his manhood is just what Helen is thinking about.

Holding his arms tightly Helen has exposed his entire body to attack. Now here it comes. Helen's knee slams into Donnie's jockstrap again. The young male wrestler screams in pain. Helen then releases his arms. That has little effect as Donnie is to weak and to hurt to defend himself. With no mercy being shown, Helen goes to work.

Helen's fists slam into Donnie. First a powerful right hand crashes against his cheek. Her second punch explodes against his Abdomen. Her next punch is purposely low as it crashes into the pouch of his gold jockstrap.

That's it for young Donnie, any hope he had of winning this match is over. He is just barely conscious. Helen pulls him out of the corner. At the center of the ring she drives a crushing fore-arm high into his chest. Donnie topples over backward landing on the mat stretched out.

Helen is very pleased by ,the way Donnie landed. He is on his back with his legs spread apart. Kneeling down beside her opponent Helen makes a show of what she is about to do. She raises her arm in the air and makes a claw with her fingers. Seconds later her hand slams into 19 yr old Donnie's swelling manhood.

Helen now has a deadly PENIS CLAW on her male opponent. Instantly she begins to squeeze. Donnie's eyes grow wide and bulge out. His mouth opens as if to scream, but no sound comes out. His hands begin to try and pull Helen's free of his manhood. It's no use, she has a very tight hold of him. Suddenly Donnie begins to scream.

"My manhood, she's squeezing my manhood!!!! Help me someone help me!! Oh dear god, she's squeezing me!!! Please, she's crushing my balls!! At this point our volunteer ref as Helen's teenage male opponent if he has had enough. "oh god Donnie, she's got you. Can you get free? Or do you want to submit to her?" Donnie waists no time giving his answer.

YES-YES, I WANT TO SUBMIT TO HER!!!

SHE'S GOT ME, I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!!!!

SHE'S BEATEN ME, I'M FINISHED!!!

I GIVE UP!!!! I GIVE UP!!!!!

LET ME GO HELEN, PLEASE LET ME GO!!!

YOU WIN, I SUBMIT I SUBMIT!!

Helen releases her male opponent and gets to her feet. Donnie remains on the mat grasping at his penis and balls. The announcer has told the crowd that Helen has defeated Donnie by submission using a PENIS CLAW.

It takes several minutes to get some help for Donnie as he lay stretched out on the mat. They take the beaten wrestler back to his dressing room and lay him on the table. The pain between his legs is intents. Grabbing the waist band of his gold jockstrap he lifts it over his painful manhood and about half way down his thighs. He lies there with his jockstrap down his thighs for some time.

Monday morning all four of the wrestlers are back at work. Donnie walks very slowly and sits very carefully. Helen has come to work not wearing a bra. She also has on a very lose top not wanting to squeeze her breasts in any way.