The Video by AmazonFan An erotic mixed wrestling match captured on tape As I write this I'm watching my pained expression on the tv screen. My stomach is sandwiched between a pair of rock hard thighs whose muscles swell as the pressure increases. I watch my agonized reaction to sudden bursts of extra force. I know I won't be able to take much more. I listen to myself say, "Oh shit Donna. That's it. I give. That's as much as I can stand." And I hear Donna reply, "C'mon be a man. You can take a more. You usually last longer than this." I see her smiling as she squeezes harder. "Oh please," I begin to beg, "You'll break me in two. I swear your legs are stronger than ever." "Well I'm up to squatting 325, but I want to go higher, " she replies. I'm watching a video of one of my wrestling sessions with Donna, the most magnificent female specimen I've ever seen and experienced. I decided to treat myself and spend a bonus check I got to hire one of Donna's friends to make a video of us. Unlike some wrestling videos you see advertised, nothing in our video was faked or exaggerated or stretched out to fill time. We wrestle submission-style (which means we keep going till I give up because I can't do anything or I'm in too much pain). Donna and I go all out, so we stopped the tape between falls to rest. It took almost two hours to get about thirty minutes of non-stop action, by which time I was completely exhausted. Donna then left to go to the gym for her workout! I pause the video so I can write after watching Donna end the fall and release her body scissors. Even though I submit, she likes to keep whatever hold she's got going a bit longer so that she controls when the fall ends. It's at those times I feel particularly helpless. She relishes the feeling of power and control. I press play. We're back on our feet, beginning another fall. It's interesting to compare our size. At 6' I'm about four inches taller than Donna, but crouching, the height difference doesn't matter. Looking at our bodies I don't think you'd guess that I outweigh her by 5 pounds, because she looks so massive compared to me. Her 16 1/4" biceps just plain dwarf my 12 1/2" arms; her thighs are much bigger too. Those arms are just part of her incredible upper body development. I've wrestled other women before, but Donna is the first one who's upper body is much stronger than mine. The other aspect that's striking is her breasts. You can't compare her bust measurement to other women's because her muscular development adds several inches to her chest and back. Her cup size is D - full and round and firm. The camera work is great because Donna's friend Tammy is a camerawoman for a local station. Donna would sometimes whisper to Tammy before we started taping a segment to tell her what she planned to do so that Tammy could plan her shots. I'm about to view one of those segments. After a bit of feinting and my trying to defense her moves, Donna grabs my wrists and bends my arms around behind my back. She presses up against me and converts the hold into a bear hug. She cinches the hold lower so she can pick me off me feet. Donna adds her own twist to the hold - she leans forward forcing my back to arch. The pain in my lower back is sudden and sharp. My arms are trapped behind me. There's no escape. I grimace and moan. I concede the fall. Without taking a break, Donna puts me down, sticks a hand between my legs, and scoops me up so I'm across the shoulders. Round and round we go in an airplane spin. She stops and then starts spinning in the other direction. It's quite clear from the tape that she could hold me up there as long as she wanted without tiring. But Donna's decided my ride's gone on long enough and she bends forward to dump me on the mats. As she moves in for the pin I stop her by wrapping my legs around her waist. I know I'm squeezing as hard as I can. You can tell looking at her amused expression she doesn't feel it. Then she leans forward and grabs my arms. She straightens up and in so doing effortlessly picks me of the floor. Then, slam! She drops forward and we crash to the mat, the small of my back absorbing the fall and her weight on top. She begins to straighten up and repeat that move so I pop my legs apart to avoid being picked up. Donna just reaches for my legs and pulls them up over me. She puts all her weight against the back of my thighs and I'm completely pinned with no hope of escape. I pat the mat to signal my defeat. But Donna hasn't finished. She holds my legs and pulls me all the way over onto my stomach and applies a Boston crab. I nearly shriek with the pain. That's when she ended that fall. I'm fast forwarding the tape to the last few minutes. I'll have to leave out a lot of Donna's amazing feats of overpowering strength and wrestling skill. The segment I'm watching now begins with Donna facing the camera (actually she's talking to Tammy) and asking ,"Are you sure you don't mind?' I can hear Tammy's off-camera voice answering, "Hey, it's your tape. If you're willing to do it, I'm willing to shoot it." Donna then speaks to the camera again, "The following scenes may be inappropriate for children and puritans. Viewer discretion is advised." What's always weird about watching this scene is that Donna is playing it to the camera, knowing I'll be watching it later. I can see myself on the floor watching her from behind. Donna again speaks to the camera, "Time for a quick review of why I am the wrestling champ. Let's start from the bottom and work up." Tammy begins to pan up Donna's shapely, muscular legs. "The thighs are especially deadly. Capable of squeezing a submission whenever and wherever they're applied. And of course, compared to yours, these are vastly superior weapons too." Donna flexes her arms and Tammy zooms in on her hard bulging biceps. "But what you've seen thus far is just a demonstration of conventional weapons. I will now unleash my secret weapons." Donna places her hands on her hips, inhales deeply, and simultaneously thrusts her elbows back and her chest out. Obligingly, Tammy focuses in tight on Donna's breasts, straining the fabric of her top to the bursting point. She grabs hold of the fabric and rips it down the middle. As Tammy pulls back Donna slides her thong bottoms off. She stands still for a few moments to let me take in the sight of her glorious naked form and then says to the camera, "Ain't it crazy. The you sitting in front of the tv knows what's going to happen next. The you sitting on the floor behind me doesn't. This is wild." I watch Donna turn and start moving towards me as I scramble to get to my feet. "I'm so much stronger than you," she says, "I can and will do anything I want to you. Try to stop me." We grab each others hands in a test of strength. She bends my arms down from over my shoulders and out to the sides. She pulls me towards her, slamming against her muscular physique. She pushes me away and slams me agianst her again, this time lifting her knee into my belly. The kick knocks the wind out of me and drops me to my knees. Donna leans down, grabs hold of my t shirt, and rips it off. With me on all fours, Donna leans over and wraps her arms around my waist. Then she picks me up upside down. She's trying to do a standing head scissors, but I'm squirming to keep my head free. I start sliding back down to the floor and Donna grabs my shorts as I do. Now I'm naked, too. Donna speaks to the camera again, "I bet you've got a hard-on watching right now." She points to me on the floor. "And now I'm going to show you what you look like when you've got a hard-on." I watch Donna spin around to face me on the floor. I'll never forget the sight of her squeezing her breasts together with her flexed biceps. The combination of those magnificent breasts and bulging biceps triggered a chain reaction in my penis. I can see my cock growing and hardening. "Come on, show Tammy what a big stud you are," Donna says as she hits a double biceps pose. "I told her you had a great big cock." Maybe I should have been embarrassed getting an erection in front of another woman, but there was nothing I could do to stop being turned on by Donna. Suddenly Donna moves behind me, grabs me under the armpits and yanks me to my feet. She gets me in a full nelson. I remember feeling her breasts rubbing against my back. She slides her thigh up between my legs. "Well you can't hide anything now," she chuckles, as my cock stands at attention. "Zoom in and get a good close up," she instructs Tammy, who obliges her by filling the screen with my erection. Off camera I hear Tammy say, "My my, he certainly has a big one, doesn't he. You ever loan him to your sex starved girl friends?" "Sorry," Donna chuckles, "Every inch of him is private property. Especially his privates." "Well just for the record, since we're getting this down on tape," Tammy says, "There are no special effects gimmicks being used here. This man has the biggest dong I've ever seen." I like that part of the video. "Well he may have a big tool, but I'm still the one with all the muscle," Donna says as she clamps down with her full nelson. The shot widens and I can see how helpless I am. It's amazing to see just how much bigger her arms are than mine. She bends me backward and forward and it's pretty obvious she can twist me any way she wants. Then she lets go of me, only to lift me up and drape me over her shoulder. She is so strong she holds me with just one arm as she flexes the other for the camera. I squirm to get out of her hold and end up falling to the mats, flat on my back. Donna drops right on top of me, straddling my chest. "Where do you think you're going?" Donna laughs as the camera moves to view us from the side. "Do you want to see if you can keep me from pinning your arms to the mat, or do you just want to admit you've lost again? Admit that you can't deal with all my big girl muscles?" She grabs my wrists and overpowers me in seconds, slamming my arms to the mat. "See how easy that was?" she asks. The camera moves around behind me. The screen fills with the image of Donna's abundantly firm breasts hovering over my face. "This wouldn't be a good wrestling video if we didn't have a breast smothering scene, don't you think?" Donna asks the camera. Then she bends down and buries my nose in her cleavage. She shakes from side to side, then presses tightly against me. And holds me tight until I start grabbing at her huge arms and try to push her off me. I hear my muffled voice saying I really can't breathe and Donna chuckles. Finally she pulls off me and sits up. She cups her breasts with her hands and says to the camera, "I told you these were my secret weapons. See what these just did to you? Go ahead, rewind the tape and play this last scene in slow motion. Watch yourself be beaten by these." The camera swings to the side as Donna reaches back for my cock. She smiles when she feels that it's still hard and she gives it a playful squeeze. "Since you're the one who's paying for this video, I want you to get your money's worth." she says, "Judging by this I'd say you were enjoying yourself." "Yes, this is great," I say reaching up to caress her arms. It amazes me that skin so soft and supple encases imposing muscles that turn to steel when she flexes. My fingers move to the insides of her thighs as I massage her and slide slowly up her legs. She sighs gently and stretches, putting her hands behind her neck. I love it when she flexes her arms in this position and the camera captures the moment in loving detail. She alternates flexing her upper arms and then tenses her pecs, causing her breasts to move in tandem with her muscles. "You are incredible," I say. "The best. Best body in the world." "I thought you loved me for my mind," Donna snickers. "And what about me?" I ask, "What do you love about me?" "I love that you aren't bothered by the fact that I am stronger than you." she answers. "And that you like to wrestle. And that you're cute. But mostly..." she giggles, "...I love this cock!" She and Tammy are heard laughing. "Is that all I am, just a piece of meat to you?" I joke. The camera pans for another closeup of my cock. Suddenly Donna spins around and sits on my chest facing my feet. I watch her hands encircle my tool. "What are you doing?" I ask, somewhat panicked. "We're going to make this look like a porn movie," Donna replies. "Not in front of Tammy," I protest. "It's a little late to be modest," she laughs. "Oh shit," I moan, knowing that whatever Donna wants, she does. I won't be able to stop her and I won't be able to stop myself. Donna massages my balls as she pumps my shaft slowly. She varies the pressure she uses to squeeze until she senses by my moaning that she's found just the right amount. Then she starts pumping faster and faster. "Come on big boy," she purrs "Come for Donna. Let's see what this big cock can do. Come on. Ooooh I know you're getting close. It's gonna feel sooo good." My testicles send out that signal that I am at the point of no return. The tape captures my grunts and groans as I lose my battle to keep from coming. My whole body shakes as I let loose with a burst of semen. The girls squeal with delight. "Well now I've shot just about everything," Tammy says. Donna smears my come on my stomach and looks into the camera. She blows a kiss at the lens. "Hope you liked it," she says. "Let me know if you want to do a sequel." The End.