I was so lucky to have Christina, my long time girlfriend, who is gorgeous and kinky at the same time, and so open to all my little fetishes. She truly loves all her leather and latex, and damn does she look perfect in it. She’s been a cigarette smoker since she was about 13, for about 25 years now, and her smoking is a part of her. Which I love. I don’t smoke myself, but Christina’s habit and addiction drives me crazy. I can’t keep my hands off her, and she can’t keep my tongue out of her mouth as I drink up her smoky kisses.
Her amateur porn site has done great; she has a ton of long time members, makes good money from it, and really enjoys it. It’s a big part of our sex life, dressing Christina up for a shoot, me wanting to get through the pictures so I can get my hands on my sexy girl.
One of my fetishes, however, has not been Christina’s cup of tea. I am really turned on seeing two women catfighting, or two women wrestling in a ring. I’ve shown Christina a ton of videos, and even taken her to a couple of wrestling shows. While she actually really enjoys watching two other women fight or wrestle, she has been reluctant to do it herself.
But that hasn’t dissuaded me and I’ve kept on trying. Now
www.catzreview.com and
www.bitchfightuk.com have teamed up with a professional wrestling promotion to create a new site like
www.ultimatesurrender.com and
www.wextremew.com . The promoters actually approached Christina, emailing her out of the blue, knowing that she is one of the top amateur porn stars in all of the UK. Well it took a lot of persuading, and negotiating with the promoters to make sure Christina would be paid a princely sum, but we’ve finally succeeded. Christina has agreed to take part, and she will be a focus of the show.
Not surprisingly, Christina has been very nervous. She has never been in a fight before, and exercise has never been her thing. She’s blessed with genes that keep her oh so sexy even with her party girl lifestyle of wine and cigarettes. Most of the other women appearing at the show are veteran catfighters and professional women wrestlers. They also, of course, are not nearly as sexy as Christina. While the action will be rough and sexual, we’ve been assured that nobody will be looking to actually hurt Christina.
Finally the day of the event arrives and I awake to Christina snuggled in my arms. She wakes up, yawns, and reaches over for her Newport. She takes out a cigarette, places it between her lips, grasping her lighter. She flicks the lighter to life, touches the flame to the tip of her cigarette, and her cheeks hollow while she pulls the hot smoke deep into her lungs. I watch the tip of her cigarette glow orange as she drags hard on it, smell her sexy smoke, and immediately my dick has popped to attention. Because I’m so into my fetishes, I get up and get Christina’s black leather motorcycle jacket and help her put it on. She’s used to this. I throw the sheets to the side and descend between Christina’s legs. My mouth goes to work on her neatly trimmed pussy, one of my hands reaching up to massage her perfect breasts. Christina moans as I play with her clit, her back arches, and she continues to drag hard on her cigarette. I know I am getting her close so I rise up, take her in my arms and roll over on my back. My dick enters Christina’s soaking wet pussy, she on top of me. She rises up and power smokes her cigarette, filling her lungs with smoke while my cock fills her vagina. Then I flip her around and enter her doggie style, her favorite position. She starts to come, her soft legs convulsing, smoke pouring out of her lungs through her nose and mouth.
Once she has finished, I roll her on to her back and take her cigarette and deposit it in the ashtray next to the bed. I enter her missionary, and my lips meet hers, my tongue entering her mouth. The powerful taste of Christina’s smoky breath enters my mouth as my dick pounds her. It’s a perfect recipe, and I come fast and hard, filling her with my goo as I kiss her deeply and her legs wrap around me.
We lay together, both spent, Christina lighting up yet another cigarette. We talk a bit about tonight’s fights. She knows how incredibly turned on I am. She likes the amount of money she will make, and is turned on thinking of rolling around with other women, but her nervousness now borders on fear. This is a totally new experience for her, and even though she is an amateur porn star, she is naturally shy. The show has been promoted heavily, and the allotted 100 tickets sold out very quickly. The show will be recorded and sold.
The time finally comes for us to go to the show. Christina of course is a fairly heavy smoker anyway, but today she has been chaining her Newport, and already finished more than a pack by the time we get going. She has two packs in her purse as we leave. Christina is wearing her skin tight jeans tucked into her knee high black leather boots, her black leather tube top vest, and her black leather motorcycle jacket. She has her other leather and latex gear in her bag.
We pull up to the large industrial metal warehouse building. I got Christina a couple bottles of Bollinger champagne to help calm her nerves, and she’s already downed almost half a bottle, to go with her constant stream of cigarettes. I get out and go open her door, help her out of the car and embrace her, holding her tight, kissing her deeply, taking in her heavily smoky breath. I remind her how much I love her, how proud I am of her, and that she’s going to be fine. Christina takes a deep drag, smiles nervously, and says, “I know hun. Or at least I hope so!”
We enter the warehouse. A professional wrestling ring stands in the middle of the large, spartan space. Twenty five chairs are arranged on each of the four sides of the ring. It is chilly inside. Christina squeezes my hand harder. There are several women talking and practicing moves in and out of the ring.
One of the promoters comes up to us and he greets Christina warmly, knowing who she is from her website. His warmth and friendliness puts her a little at ease. We chat and he explains that there will be a loose script. The general parameters of the show will be set out, but the action will be largely improvised. Christina is for the most part going to be on the losing end, as the sexiest girls are always the “jobbers” in pro wrestling. It’s an easier role for someone with no training; she doesn’t have to know how to execute moves on her opponents. She just has to “sell” herself as the sexy damsel in distress.
The basic plot is that Christina is the special guest star of this show. She will be introduced to the crowd and interviewed. The veteran fighters and wrestlers will be jealous of this internet porn star, however. Christina will be “attacked” during her interview and carried out. This will develop sympathy and support for her among the crowd. Christina will then have a competitive match where she can fight as hard as she wants. Whoever wins the match will be able to have her way with the loser in the ring.
Christina nods. We are still holding hands and I know her nerves are out of control. She is fidgety and shaking a little. She lights a fresh cigarette with the butt of her last one. The promoter mentions that she is known as a leather and smoking fetish model, so she should feel free to smoke while being interviewed and heading to the ring. Christina is very thankful.
He shows us to the locker room, where obviously I can’t go. I explain that Christina needs my help getting into her outfit, and he shows us a private room. I have bought her a new latex catsuit for this event. It is just like her tank top shiny PVC catsuit, but this one is made of real latex rubber, and fits her like a second skin. It also has a zipper at her crotch. Of course, it’s not easy to get on.
Christina has noticed several of the other girls shooting looks at her. They were not friendly looks. All of the other women know who Christina is; she is far more famous than they are, and makes more money from her site than they do fighting and wrestling. Christina is also older; none of the other women are over 30 years old. As welcome as the promoter had made her feel, these other women make her feel like an outcast. Little did Christina know that the wrestlers and catfighters wanted to teach the porn star a lesson.
Christina and I go into the small private room, where we first make out and then she gets undressed. I can’t keep my hands off her wonderful body, but try hard to resist the urge to take her. She keeps a cigarette always lit, and I open the other bottle of Bollinger champagne. Christina lays her makeup on extra thick. I help her use talcum powder to get the rubber suit onto her legs, over her ass and crotch, and then over her wonderful chest. Christina has to hold her breath while I zip the rubber up her chest. Her marvelous nipples are hard, and visible through her suit. I shine up her suit, a wonderful task. Then on go her socks and her knee high, high heel black leather boots over the tight rubber on her legs.
I help Christina up and there is more deep kissing and pawing by me over her shiny rubber clad body. She feels the bulge in my pants and pulls me close to her body. My tongue deeply explores her smoky breath. I can't help but kiss her deeply, proud of her courage, and bursting at the seams, literally, with attraction for her. My tongue explores her mouth, drinking in her smoky breath, and my hands roam over her rubber covered body. Christina starts to moan as I caress her rubber covered chest. Suddenly, a knock on the door: “Christina, it’s time to get started!”
I adjust my hard dick in my jeans to try to make it less obvious and help her slip on her leather motorcycle jacket. She lights yet another Newport and puts her pack of cigarettes and her lighter in the pockets of her leather jacket. We open the door and there is the promoter.
Christina and I are forced to depart, me toward the crowd and her toward the ladies locker room.
All of the women are in the locker room as Christina enters. She doesn’t see any friendly faces. The promoter introduces her, noting that everybody already knows who she is, and that they are fortunate to have here, helping them pack the house. He then explains the progression of matches and interviews. Christina smokes nervously, feeling that she can’t get enough smoke into her lungs, pacing back and forth. She feels as though her heart will beat out of her chest. Although she is ostensibly the star of this show, all of the other girls appear much more comfortable. Christina is given an outline of a script, setting forth the general things that are expected of her.
Out in the audience, I too feel nervous but excited for my girl. This is a dream come true for me and I feel almost overwhelmed about the anticipation.
The show starts with the promoter in the ring, doing introductions, teasing the crowd about the special appearance of Christina, and then finally introducing the first match. Two very fit girls square off in the ring. They are athletic and execute a number of moves. Finally one is able to take control and pins her opponent. When the bell is rung, she slides her wrestling suit to the side and mounts her defeated foe, sitting on her face. She gyrates, making the girl on her back eat her out, until the winner screams an orgasm. It is extraordinarily erotic and the crowd goes wild. The winner leaves first to the cheers of the crowd, her arms in the air. The loser struggles on the ring mat for some time, then is able to gather herself together and climb out of the ring, limping to the back.
The MC then came out again and announced that he wanted to introduce and interview the special guest star, Christina UK. The crowd hooted and hollered; many of them were fans of hers. She came from the back, looking incredible in her tight rubber catsuit and leather jacket, a fresh cigarette smoldering between her fingers. I could tell she was terribly nervous, but she put on a brave face, smiling and waving to the crowd as they cheered for her. She came up to the MC with his microphone.
MC: Christina, welcome and thank you so much for agreeing to join us! You’re a big star and we’re lucky to have you! You look great, by the way.
Christina: Thanks so much hun. I know my fans want to see me in what I’m most comfortable in, my leather and latex.
MC: Now Christina, you’ve done a lot of modeling and video work, but is it true that you’ve never wrestled or fought?
Christina: That’s true hun.
MC: So what brings you here? And are you nervous?
Christina: Well I’m a little nervous, but it’s great to hear how these fans are in my corner! I know I’ll make them proud.
MC: So are you predicting a win in your first match?
Christina: Yeah, I think it will be tough, and these girls have a lot more experience than me, but I think I can beat them.
(The crowd goes wild)
MC: Now Christina, you’re smoking a cigarette now, and we all know from your website that you’re a devoted smoker. Do you think that’s going to hurt you in the ring?
Christina: I’ve been a smoker a lot longer than I’ve been a wrestler hun (chuckling). I’ll just have to beat my opponent real quick, before I get out of breath.
Suddenly, the pro wrestler Pippa L’Vinn and Simone, the founder of
www.bitchfightuk.com came from the back and interrupted the interview. Shockingly, Simone looks a little like a fatter, less attractive Christina! Pippa grabbed the microphone from the MC’s hand. Christina looked nervous, stepped back and took a deep drag from her cigarette.
Pippa: You’re not welcome here, you flashy slut. We’re serious athletes and don’t want porn whores like you around here. What makes you think you belong here?
Christina: Well, the boys sure seem to be cheering for me, you ugly cow.
Simone: Do you really think you have a chance wrestling or fighting? It’s not a beauty contest, you know, you skank.
Christina: Shut up you horrendous slag.
Christina then raised her cigarette to her heavily lipsticked lips and began pulling smoke down into her lungs. Simone launched a punch which smacked hard against Christina’s rubber clad midsection. Christina’s cigarette went flying, smoke erupted from her mouth and nose, and she bent over, collapsing to one knee.
Pippa, the pro wrestler, caught Christina from behind in a full nelson hold, Christina’s leather jacketed arms trapped above her head in Pippa’s powerful arms. Simone launched punch after punch into Christina’s exposed, rubber encased midsection. Christina could do nothing to protect herself with the strong Pippa having her trapped. The punches were making a loud smack against Christina’s rubber, and while Simone did not try to drive them in too hard, she did let know Christina know she was punched. Pippa finally let go of the hold and Christina slumped to the concrete floor.
Simone grabbed hold of one of Christina’s booted legs and slid it through the slats in the metal fencing holding back the crowd, not far from where I was seated. Simone then pulled on Christina’s boot, twisting it around the steel slat. Big Pippa pushed on the fencing, adding pressure to the hold, and started stomping on Christina’s exposed thigh and crotch. Christina was screaming, writhing back and forth, unable to protect her vulnerable leg. The two veteran fighters did just enough to frighten Christina without inflicting devastating damage.
The MC picked up the microphone and yelled, “Security, medics, get out here! Christina needs help!”
Pippa and Simone stopped their dastardly attack and jogged to the locker room. Christina was left on the concrete floor, her leg in the metal fencing, still shaking, her hands at her injured leg, coughing and struggling. The medics came out and huddled over her, inspecting her rubber covered leg. Eventually they lifted her up. She played her part perfectly and was unable to put any weight on her injured right leg. One of the medics cradled Christina in his arms and carried her back, Christina showing the pain and fear on her face.
The MC decried the attack, Pippa and Simone trying to end Christina’s fighting career before it started. What I didn’t know, couldn’t know, was that Pippa and Simone had gone rough on poor Christina. With no experience, the attack on Christina’s leg had scared and hurt her. Not badly or permanently, but Christina was very upset when she was carried back to the locker room. She immediately declared she needed a cigarette, lit up, and said that her leg was in pain. The medics checked her out, and while her knee and ankle were a little swollen, they determined there was no serious injury. They gave her an ACE bandage knee brace, which they slid on to her over her rubber catsuit.
The MC introduced another match. Christina was given ice for her knee and ankle and smoked one cigarette after another. None of the other girls were friendly to her back there. I sat amazed, exhilarated that my girl was in this wrestling show. The next match finished with some more sex, and then the MC entered the ring. He announced, “Christina UK has been cleared by the medics! Her leg is injured, but she wants revenge! So everybody cheer on our special star, CHRISTINA UK!”
From the back came my girl. She was still in her rubber catsuit and leather jacket and boots, and with her ACE bandage around her right knee. She was limping slightly, taking frequent drags from her cigarette. The crowd stood and roared her name. I think/hope I was the loudest. Christina dangled her cigarette from her sexy red lips, slipped off her leather jacket, and gingerly mounted the stairs to the ring. Christina stood nervously in her corner, trying to look confident, still smoking her cigarette, ashing it over the top rope.
The MC announced her opponent, a young 22 year old girl named Gina. Gina was tall, big and athletic looking, pretty muscular, wearing a shiny silver bikini and barefooted. Gina climbed the stairs and it was obvious that she was much bigger and more muscular than Christina. Gina confidently paraded around the ring, stretching on the ropes, showing off her musculature.
Christina takes a deep drag and shoots me a worried look. I assure her it will be okay and give her the thumbs up. Suddenly, young Toony from catzreview.com comes running from the back, wearing a tiny bikini. She bounds up the few stairs to the ring apron and from outside the ring, wraps her arm around Christina’s throat and rears back, pulling Christina against the turnbuckles. Christina drops her cigarette and her hands go to Toony’s arm, but she is not strong enough to escape the choke. Christina’s face is etched with fear as she tries to get air to her lungs.
In the ring, Gina storms the vulnerable Christina and lands a couple big forearm shots to Christina’s exposed, latex clad chest. Then Gina started kicking Christina’s injured knee. Christina’s leg crumples but Toony’s rear naked choke keeps Christina upright in the corner. Gina tells Toony to let go of the choke and when she releases her arm, Christina slumps to the ring mat. One hand is at her throat and one at her injured knee. She is coughing badly, gasping for air. Gina yells taunts at Christina, so the crowd can hear: "You still want to be a wrestler, bitch? Still think you can fight? Glad you smoke so much?"
Toony throws a leash-like thing, with a rubber noose and attached chain, to Gina. Gina leans down, puts the leash over Christina’s head, and tightens it around her neck. Gina pulls on the chain. Christina scrambles to all fours to try to crawl and avoid being strangled. The crowd is going crazy.
Gina again pulls Christina up, scoops her up in her powerful arms, walks her around, showing off her strength, then drops Christina over her knee in a backbreaker. Gina spreads the prone Christina over her knee and delivers a few hammerfists to the midsection, then pushes Christina off her knee to the mat.
Gina pulls Christina up again, gets behind her, wraps her muscular arms around Christina’s midsection under her arms and chest, and begins squeezing her in a reverse bearhug. The force of Gina's powerful hug prevents Christina from breathing again. Her smoky lungs are screaming for air. Gina shakes her like a ragdoll, easily lifting her up off the mat. Gina eventually grows bored of this and drops Christina to the mat. Christina is again gasping for air. Gina stands over her injured foe, saying, "What's the matter, you little chimney? Having trouble breathing? Bet you're glad you smoke so much now!"
After taunting her, Gina gets the prone Christina in the camel clutch. She keeps it on for a long time, and even adds a choke by wrapping her arm around Christina’s throat. Christina’s gorgeous chest is being pulled terribly as Gina rears back.
Gina’s next attack is to pull Christina up by the hair and choke her over the ropes. The cameraman catches the distress on Christina’s face as her smoky lungs are on fire. Gina again makes fun of Christina’s smoking: “Need a cigarette honey?? What’s the matter, can’t get any air to your smoky lungs?” Gina backs off, leaving Christina gasping and coughing on the ropes.
Gina pulls Christina over so that Christina’s head is under the bottom rope and hanging over the apron. From the outside, Toony chokes Christina over the apron and lands forearms to Christina’s vulnerable chest.
The fighters step away from Christina, leaving her gasping for air and coughing. Her hands are at her throat, clawing for air. Gina pulls Christina’s injured leg and wraps it around one of the ropes, twisting it. As soon as she can get some air, Christina starts screaming in pain, "You're breaking my leg!" Toony joins in from the outside, grabbing Christina’s bad leg and slamming it over the ring apron, then twisting on it while Christina writhes.
Gina pulls her foe over to the ropes, and places Christina's right boot on the middle rope, then straddles her vulnerable leg, grasps the top rope, and jumps, landing with all her weight on Christina's already injured knee. Christina screams. Gina parades around as Christina lays motionless in pain, her right leg limp on the rope. She is scared and injured. Gina roars: "Good luck walking out of here on THAT leg, you slut!"
Gina pulls Christina up and it is obvious that Christina cannot put any weight on her right leg. Gina traps her in the cobra clutch, a sleeper/choke hold, and swings Christina around like a rag doll. Gina finally releases the hold and Christina collapses hard to the mat. She is gasping for air, her rubber clad chest heaving sexily, her smoker’s cough emerging as she tries to get oxygen to her lungs.
Gina pulls Christina over to a corner where Toony, from the outside, grabs Christina's booted legs. Toony pulls on Christina’s legs, forcing her rubber clad pussy up against the cold metal of the ring post. Toony pulls on her legs, grinding her clit against the steel. At the same time, Gina is pulling on the rope which is still attached to the rubber noose around Christina's neck. Christina's hands are at her throat. Gina continually, like an expert, increases and decreases the pressure on Christina's neck, allowing her to breathe then not breathe. Christina gasps for air but feels her pussy getting wetter and wetter as it grinds into the steel ring post.
Toony drops Christina’s legs and her rubber covered crotch is left up against the steel post. She is soaking wet inside her catsuit. Gina pulls Christina, who now is nearly limp, by her leash toward the middle of the ring. Toony grabs hold of some sex toys and enters the ring. Christina is on her back, her collar still around her throat, coughing and gasping while her attackers circle her like sharks.
Gina gets down and lifts Christina’s upper body so she is in a sitting position and traps her two arms behind her back. She cups her hand over Christina’s mouth, smothering her, causing her smoky lungs to burn even more. Meanwhile, Toony unzips Christina’s catsuit at the crotch and begins aggressively fingering her. Toony comments on how soaking wet Christina’s pussy is: “Ooo, I think this slut likes being dominated!” Toony takes a large dildo and roughly inserts it into Christina, then slides it in and out furiously. When Gina occasionally releases her choke and smother holds, Christina moans with a combination of pain and pleasure.
Gina lets go of Christina and slides herself into a strap on dildo, while Toony takes charge of choking Christina. They push Christina onto her stomach and force her onto all fours. Christina can barely move on her own by now and is coughing horribly. From the rear, Gina jams her massive strap on into Christina’s sopping wet pussy. Toony also puts on a strap on and gets in front of Christina, pulling up her face, and forcing her strap on into Christina’s mouth. The two fighters fuck Christina from both ends.
Toony removes her dildo from Christina’s mouth and Gina begins fucking Christina like a madwoman, pulling on the leash and chain around Christina’s throat, pulling her mouth open, pulling her hair, slapping her face, smothering her. Eventually, Christina can no longer support herself with her arms and knees and slumps to the mat, totally defeated. Gina rolls her over, chokes her again, jams her dildo into Christina’s mouth so that Christina tastes her own juices, and smothers her one last time. Gina stands and looks disgusted down at the broken Christina, who is left gasping in her rubber catsuit on the mat, one hand at her throat and one at her crotch. Gina and Toony high five each other and leave the ring.
The MC announces, “Christina needs medical help again!” The medics rush into the ring and attend to her. Christina is still coughing, the noose still around her neck. The medics release the noose and take a long time inspecting Christina’s condition before deciding they can move her. Again there she is, her rubber encased perfect body in the arms of the medic, being carried to the back. In the locker room, they lay Christina on a padded table.
I leave my seat and sprint to the locker room, not caring if I’m allowed or not. I pick up Christina’s leather jacket from the ring apron on my way. Christina is on the padded table, still coughing, holding her throat and her crotch. Gina and Toony and a couple other fighters are laughing and congratulating each other. When Christina sees me she looks relieved and says, “Oh baby. I need a cigarette!” She needs her nicotine to calm herself. I get her pack out of her jacket, slide out a Newport and put it between her lips. Her lips and hands are still trembling. I take her lighter and flick it to life, allowing her to get her cigarette lit and fill her lungs with smoke. After a few drags, she says, “Take me out of here honey.” I ask if she wants to change out of her rubber catsuit and she says no, she just wants to get home. I help her sit up and slip on her leather jacket as she dangles her smoldering cigarette from her lips. Christina says her leg hurts and she doesn’t think she can walk. I snatch up her bag, cradle her rubber clad body in my arms and carry her to the car. Christina buries her head in my chest, her arms around my neck. She is moaning softly about her leg.
I get Christina into the car and drive home. She is still coughing frequently, but also lighting one Newport after another. We talk about how her leg and her throat feel. Gina and Toony had enough experience and skill to be like scientists in the ring. Their moves looked genuine, and Christina’s fear, distress and difficulty breathing have been real. But Gina and Toony were skillful enough to hold off just enough so that they scared Christina and gave her pain, without injuring her permanently.
I get Christina into the house and lay her on the couch. She is still moaning and coughing a little. She says, “Kiss me. I need you.” I lean down and our lips meet, then our tongues dance, and the smoky breath from Christina’s lungs fills my mouth. My hands are on her rubber clad breasts and my dick immediately leaps to attention. I am moaning and Christina whispers “I want you.” I ask her if she’s too hurt and she says, “Just go easy on me hun.”
There I lay her on the couch, get her a Newport, put the filter between her lips and light it for her.. I can't resist kissing her deeply again, and even though she has just been destroyed by two other girls, her hand roams to my crotch, where she can tell I am about to burst out of my jeans. I quickly disrobe, mount her, and enter her. Christina moans as my weight falls on her rubber covered body and my cock enters her still wet pussy. Her arms wrap around my back and my tongue enters her mouth. It is all I can do to hold myself back while I bang up against her clit long enough to let her come again, and when she does, I explode.
