Olivia In Mixed Wrestling

Olivia and I were hanging out on the set waiting for Brendan to show up. He and Olivia were going to shoot a scene, and I came by to watch. Our director, Brian, was stomping around angrily as we waited for Brandon.

"Damnit, where is that asshole?" he yelled in our direction.

"I don't know, why don't you use Peter?" Olivia asked, looking at me.

"This scene is right up Brendan's alley, it's a wrestling scene, and I want him to get rough with you."

"Peter could do it, right, Peter?"

"I don't know, I could try," I answered tentatively.

"Fuck it, I'm sick of waiting for Brendan. Let's shoot it with Peter," Brian declared. Brian walked up to me and went over the scene. Olivia and I were going to wrestle, and the loser has to get the winner off. The plan was for me to dominate and be rough with her, but at the last second, she'll grab my balls and win the match.

"So ... I don't get to cum?" I asked.

"Sorry buddy, it's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it."

"Fuck."

Too bad, Olivia gets me all hot and horny. I guess I'll have to jerk off after we shoot. Brian was busy setting up the shoot. I turned to Olivia, "I'm not very good at being rough with women."

"I like that about you, I'll try to be dramatic. Maybe just pretend to choke or spank me, stupid shit like that."

"Okay, I'll try."

Olivia changed into her sexy outfit, I wore a T-shirt and shorts. Brian set out mats for us to wrestle on, in front of the couch in our living room. Or at least the set that was supposed to look like our living room. Olivia looked good, her top barely covered her tits. Brian set us up on the couch, then he called action. Olivia sat on the couch as we discussed the rules for our wrestling.

"The first to tap out, or cum, is the loser," Olivia said.

"And the winner gets his cock sucked," I replied.

"Ha ha, no, the winner gets her pussy eaten."

"We'll see about that, I think you're going to be sucking a lot of cock."

We got up off the couch and stripped off our clothes, then we knelt on the mat facing each other. Olivia counted us off, and we started wrestling. I lunged for her and quickly knocked her onto her back. I leaned over her as I grabbed her wrists. I climbed up on her chest so my cock was between her tits. Her tits looked amazing, even better with my cock between them. I pushed it forward to her lips.

"Fuck," she mumbled. I jammed my cock into her mouth, she opened her mouth and let me push it deep in.

"Yes," I moaned. It felt heavenly. We were only seconds into our wrestling match, and I was having a great time. But I let my guard down and leaned forward over her, she bucked up and flipped me off her. Damnit.

We wrestled around on the floor, arms and legs tangled together. I grabbed her tits, she got a hand on my cock. It was fun. She managed to get her legs around me, her ass was right in front of me. I slapped her ass, the loud smack filled the room.

"You fucker," she said. I hoped it was just acting, I didn't really slap her very hard. She tried to twist me onto my back, then she climbed onto me. She doesn't weigh nearly as much as me, it was easy to flip her sideways, and then I was back on top of her. Her legs were spread wide, I guided my cock into her pussy. It slid in easily, she was wet and soft.

"Yes," I moaned as I pushed deep into her.

"Get your cock out of me!" she screamed. She struggled underneath me, but couldn't get me off her. I lifted her legs up and pushed deep into her, she looked so good under me. I started fucking her as best I could while she squirmed and struggled. "YOU FUCKER!" She turned under me and managed to get away, my cock slipped out of her as she rolled onto her front. I pulled her up onto her hands and knees, then I tried to push my cock in from behind her.

"Don't you dare!" she exclaimed as the head of my cock found her pussy. I pushed into her and grabbed her waist in my hands. I held her and fucked her from behind. It felt so good as my body slapped into her ass on every thrust. I felt like I could cum, but I knew what was coming next, I had read the script.

"Fuck!" I groaned as her hand slapped up from underneath. She grabbed my balls and squeezed them. I was supposed to hold still while the cameraman zoomed in on her fingers squeezing my nuts. I gasped for breath and held onto Olivia as the pain washed over me.

"MY BALLS!" I cried out. "MY FUCKING BALLS!"

"TAP OUT!" Olivia demanded.

"No ... way."

"TAP OUT OR I CRUSH THEM!"

"FUCK ... YOU!" I was barely able to speak, but it soon got way worse.

"YOU ASKED FOR IT!"

The squeeze was brutal. Evil. Intolerable.

"I GIVE! FUCK! I GIVE!"

"That's more like it," she said as she released my balls. Ken was still zoomed in on my poor nuts. I'm sure they were red and swollen. They felt destroyed. I slid my cock from her pussy, so sorry to see it slide out, but my balls were killing me.

Olivia climbed out from under me, then pushed me onto my back. I didn't resist, I was beaten. Not just in the script, but in real life too. My balls were really sore and aching.

Olivia climbed up on my face, she sat down on my mouth. "Start licking!" she demanded. I ran my tongue along her pussy, she moaned and squirmed over me. I sucked on her clit, then I began licking it. I soon found a rhythm with her as she gyrated on my face. She moaned louder and louder as I got her closer, then her body tightened, and she pulled my face up between her legs.

"FUCK YES!" she cried out, her entire body stiffened as she orgasmed. Her pussy covered my face in her juices. I looked up to enjoy her amazing breasts as she moved around on my face. It was awesome. She gave in to the orgasm, total surrender and enjoyment. I licked her until she was done, then she climbed off me. She grabbed her clothes and headed out of the scene.

"See you later, loser," she said as she walked off camera.

I lay on the floor in front of the couch, destroyed and beaten. My cock was still hard, it wanted more. What a horrible scene, I thought. The cameraman zoomed in on me, then on my erection and red balls.

"Cut!" Brian called out. "Great scene, you two have amazing chemistry. I'm glad Brendan was late."

Olivia walked up to me, still naked. "Me too, I had fun shooting with you."

"Yeah, that was hot," I replied, glancing down at my erection.

"I bet you could use a little relief," Olivia said. She reached down a hand to help me up. Then she took my cock in her hand and tugged on it. "Come with me, I'll take care of you." I didn't know exactly what she meant, but I had high hopes. She pulled me to her dressing room, we went in, and she shut the door. She maneuvered me over to a chair, then knelt in front of me.

Olivia smiled up at me, didn't say a word, and then sucked my cock into her mouth. I watched her head bob up and down on my hard cock, her breasts gently swaying as she sucked me. It felt so good, I wanted it to last forever, but I needed to cum badly. It felt like a wave building in me, a slow pressure, more and more until it overwhelmed me.

"OOOOOH FUCK!" I cried out as I shot a load of cum down Olivia's throat. She grabbed my balls and squeezed while she sucked on my cock. Squeezing and sucking, getting every last drop of my cum. When I finally finished, she lifted her head from my cock, cum dribbled down her chin.

I leaned forward and kissed it off her.

"They should have been filming this," she said.

"Maybe, but I'll remember it forever without a video."