Humiliation
In my fetish filming days new erotic angles were always coming to me. Always based in the ring, some pro-wrestling sex angle. Erin wore an athletic tank top that hugged her big breasts. She stood six foot and wrestled in boots, even though she had the most delicious feet. Erin was forty, muscular, had wide hips, and a pretty face: sexy feet and toes you could suck all afternoon.
"Victor," she said from under his bare feet. He stood mashing her breasts under his toes. "People want us to grow. Why wouldn't you just sit down on my tits and jack off on my face?"
I laughed. Squeezed her boobs with my toes. She threw me a quizzical look on her face. "Because we don't do nudity of sex, just foot-fetish beatdowns," I told her, bouncing on her chest. She winced as I let most of my weight shift off the third rope I clutched for support and let it all come down on her rib cage.
Her hand went to her vag and she started toying with herself as my weight came down. "Oh. That's so hot. That's what people want, to see you kick me in face without an apology," she said. "I want your foot, but not in my mouth," she sneered.
She and I had gotten high after having dinner after a shoot and for the first time I'd stepped on her pussy in the match, big toe right on her clit and between her lips. She'd smiled and said it was new, the touching her pussy. I told her I'd just improvised a crotch shot on a woman as part of the foot work in the beatdown. She laughed and said it was hot. I should do it in the next match.
In the next match I'd given her whole pussy a going over with one foot, rubbing it and tracing between her lips with the tip of my toe. She loved it.
"We can't keep doing the same old foot fetish bully matches," she said. I twisted her aureole under the ball of one foot. "People get used to hot personalities and they migrate, they want us doing more. Wrestling should blend with sex moves and we should get nude or start nude in the ring," she said.
"That's a different pay grade, for nude work, actual sex."
"So pay it for other girls, meanwhile pay me what you have been and start using me," she said, like she were laying down the law.
"I love working with you," I began,'
"Because I'm a find. I do what you ask and play roles, and I'm a six-foot tall hot Philipino. And I'm underemployed here. I can make an entire imprint of movies just with my idea," she whined, suddenly losing her tone of authority.
"How awful for you. I'm holding you back. Why not do other studios, then," I asked her. I stepped of her breasts and moved onto her strong abs. Her muscles were hard under my feet.
"No! I want to do you. Your feet brought me into this, I want to stay under your sexy toes, Mister," she said. "But why don't you just try one match where instead of making me kiss your feet after beating me you smack my face around with your dick? You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you? You're always bullying me around the ring and mashing me under your feet. What if after stepping on my tits you knelt over my tits, took your dick out, and humped my mouth, or even hotter, if you just held me down and jacked off on my face," Lynn said.
"Then how would my stories be any different than any porn?" I asked.
Lynn shook her head. I stayed right on her warm abs, toe of one foot nudging the bottom of her boob. "No, this is different. The sex moves are legal, so at any point you can drive your dick into my throat and pound me. No biting of junk allowed. Think about a raging monster beat with me raging on the mat floor with Adderly standing on my boobs while you jacked off on my face, but there's this gang violence behind it with only the humiliation being sexual,"
"We could try a match. It would give us something to show Adderly to see if she wan't to do some of the full on sex stuff," I said.
"Now you're talking. And now that we're going to be intimate in these clips, can I taste you now?" She offered, like she were offering to buy Matt a steak dinner.
"Jesus Christ, Matt, I'm offering to wrap my lips around your cock for five minutes and make you come in my mouth. Why is this even a question?"
She motioned for him to get off her. Matt reluctantly stepped of Lynn, his filming partner and main model. She knelt in front of him, which made her very pettable given she was my exact height at six feet. She almost angrily pulled his ring shorts down, gently caressed his dick, hanging alert but not erect. "Here, try this," she told him. She took his dick in his mouth like she were swallowing a hit of mushrooms, like she were expecting something in his world to change. She began stirring his dick in his mouth with her tongue, and he pronged awake hard with the second stir. "Mmm Hmm. Mmm Hmm," she cooed to his pelvis. She grabbed his buttocks hard in her big hands, her thumb nails digging into the tender flesh inside his cheeks. Matt hung on, felt almost manhandled by a woman far more athletic than he was. Indeed, he felt quite in her power sexually.
Soon, Matt was starting to feel come feeding into his dick from his balls and knew he was going to come. She could feel it to and cooed, "Mmm Hmm," at what she was making Matt's balls do. Matt felt one hard spasm and a thick short surge," After the first surge, she got in, "that was a thick wad of spooge," just before he shot again, a long throw. Her eyes widened, and then calmed as his next four for five jets of come came more softly." She looked at him, groaning, thighs cramping from the orgasm, pride in her eyes. "Do you want to see what you did in my mouth?" she asked. There was childish delight in her eyes, like she planned to run and show world what the bad man had done in his mouth. She opened her smiling lips and extended her tongue. She had such a big mouth and tongue it was like kissing a dude sometimes, because she was bigger than you. Across her broad bed of tongue was two overlapping pools of thick come, the kind that would surely drip down a woman's face, but slowly. She closed her lips, smiled at Matt, and swilling his seed on her tongue.
"How is it?" Matt asked/
"Savoury and bitter," she responded. "Yummy."
