Miss Laura vs. Scott
by Miss Laura, mk92787@hotmail.com
Laura takes an online buddy, her youngest opponent ever, to school, so to speak.


Laura heard the main entrance door open and footsteps casually make their way toward 
the locker room. Excellent, she thought, right on time. In fact, all four people she has met 
from online have been more than punctual, with the last one even waiting outside for her 
to arrive and unlock the doors.

Actually, the last thing Laura ever thought she would do is look for opponents online, but 
she had exhausted all of her personal contacts and was getting downright sick of dealing 
with her "friend" Tina, who had been getting more pushy and controlling over the 
scheduling of Laura's matches, both whom she met and even when they were scheduled. 
Laura simply stopped returning Tina's calls and e-mails and even blocked her text 
messages.

Meanwhile, sales of the DVDs she had been selling on her web site were booming, and 
the feedback she received had been overwhelmingly positive and encouraging. Many 
were wrestling fans in general, some were just so-called "BBW admirers," and even the 
occasional nutball freaks out there were still kind in their e-mails. She was actually 
getting autograph requests! Laura figured if she could give any one group of people 
online a shot at meeting up with her for matches, it would be her "fan base."

So she posted a rather modest solicitation on her main page, inviting anyone interested in 
possibly squaring off against her to send her an e-mail. Oh, there were rules and 
requirements, of course. A potential opponent had to include a picture, list their physical 
statistics, and give their phone number and home address right off the bat, even if she 
ended up not selecting them. They had to pay for their own travel and lodgings, although 
she did agree to spring for their hotel should she lose the eventual match (she has yet to 
have to pay for one). And they had to sign and FedEx back a contract and waiver 
beforehand, one Laura had a lawyer friend prepare for her. She wanted to leave nothing 
to chance, and for all their trouble she was kind enough to mail them a free copy of the 
DVD of the match.

The first three matches went just fine, and it was refreshing for Laura to meet some new 
people without worrying about an annoying blond filter named Tina. But Laura was 
immediately intrigued when she read Scott's e-mail.

Scott was just eighteen years old, making him not only twelve years younger than her but 
also the youngest opponent she had faced, or potentially faced, at least since she started 
wrestling in college when her nineteen-year-old self sparred with the occasional eighteen-
year-old or two. In his e-mail, Scott wrote about how he and his older brother grew up 
watching professional wrestling and how he was always disappointed that most of the 
female WWF wrestlers were these leggy, rail-thin sexpots; more supermodel than 
"superstar." He said that Laura's build made her matches infinitely more engaging, and 
he wanted nothing more than to be in a real wrestling match with a real wrestling "star" 
(his word). Clearly he was blowing smoke up her ass, but she admired his enthusiasm.

As Laura insisted in her "ad," Scott included a picture and tried to be as specific with a 
physical description as he could. He stood 5'9" and weighed 135 pounds, making him a 
little more lanky than Laura usually preferred but he looked like he kept relatively in 
good shape, at least for a late teen in the listless computer generation. And with his sandy 
brown hair and dark brown eyes, Laura thought he had a cute "boyish" look to him. And 
deep down, though she hoped it wasn't a sign of impending middle age, the thought of 
tussling with a college-aged boy not even two-thirds her age was a bit titillating. She 
recalled a match back when she was twenty-one against a gentleman who was in his mid-
forties, and one could have cut the sexual tension with a knife. Laura now thought that 
maybe she would understand what was going through her opponent's mind.

By now, there was very little Laura needed to say in her responses. Her web site included 
more than enough pictures of herself, not to mention the video samples she had uploaded. 
She even put up a bio page to list her vital statistics: 5'5", 175 pounds, 42DD-38-44. She 
even eventually required applicants to request a specific potential date from a posted list 
of ones she had open. She had made everything on her end so automated that by the third 
person she had met all she needed to do was send back a one-word answer.

In Scott's case, she put just a little bit more effort in her response to him: "See you 
there!"

Scott entered the locker room in jeans and a black t-shirt with an image of Heath Ledger 
as the Joker on it; just one of the dozen or so publicity photos that have been morbidly 
used ad nauseam since his death. Scott carried with him a blue plastic bag, like the kind 
one gets from a grocery store, that Laura imagined he was using as a makeshift gymbag.

Laura walked over to him and offered her hand. "Hello," she smiled, "so nice to meet 
you."

"Oh my gosh," Scott beamed. "This is such a thrill! Thank you for giving me this 
opportunity."

They shook hands, and as always Laura got a good impression of Scott's physical nature 
just from this gesture. He shook a bit aggressively, but without the strength behind it, like 
someone trying to do an impression of a "tough guy's" handshake. Laura smiled 
pleasantly at him, hiding a large confident grin inside.

"Are you ready for this?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am, although I must say I'm a bit nervous."

"You'll do fine. Just remember to have fun."

Laura pointed Scott over to a locker she had waiting for him, while she then proceeded to 
hers to remove her outer layer of clothes. She slipped out of her sweatpants to reveal her 
usual red boxer shorts, and then pulled up her rather loose-fitting knit top, leaving her in 
the red sports bra she's worn to every match since she was about twenty-three.

Scott couldn't help but stare as he proceeded to remove his clothes. He had seen her in 
that get-up online before, of course, both in pictures and videos, but there was something 
even more exciting about seeing her up close and in person like this. It was all he could 
do to keep from growing an erection at the thought that in minutes he would be in a 
wrestling match with her, grabbing, grappling, and doing god knows what else. He 
quickly turned away from her in order to remove his jeans, hoping any excitement wasn't 
showing through his underwear.

Laura modestly turned away to allow him to change into whatever shorts he would be 
wearing. This gave her time to tie her long red hair back. When she glanced back she saw 
that Scott had put on a pair of dark maroon boxer shorts, probably something he wore to 
bed for all she knew.

"So," Scott started as he removed his shirt and tossed it into his locker, "where are we 
exactly?"

"Oh, this gym is used for training purposes, mostly for boxers. Ever see the first 'Rocky' 
movie?"

"Yeah...."

"That kind of place," she explained as they both headed out of the locker room and 
walked down the short hallway toward the main room with the ring.

"Do you own it?"

"Oh no, no. A good friend of mine owns it and lets me use it during off-hours. We go 
way back."

"Did he or she train you or something?"

"No, not really, but Ralph did give me some pointers when I started taping my matches. 
He more had a sense of what would look good on camera," she chuckled.

Ah yes, Ralph, what a dear. Part lovable mentor, part dirty old man. He was maybe 
hitting seventy, but he tried so desperately to keep up with the times. He knew allowing 
Laura to tape her matches at his gym would be international publicity that he simply 
couldn't buy. Ralph took good care of Laura, always keeping her in mind. In fact, Laura 
reminded herself that it was probably right around the time when Ralph would once again 
ask if she was interested in participating in that "special project" of his. She hated to have 
to keep turning him down, but she just loathes audiences.

Scott climbed into the ring on one side while Laura started her camera. She had been 
thinking about investing in a second in order to provide an alternate angle for some 
moves, but she simply had no interest in learning how to edit. It seemed too time 
consuming to her.

She finally climbed under the ropes on the side and started stretching in one corner. She 
kept an eye on Scott, who was pacing back and forth on his side.

"Here we go," she whispered to herself as she approached the center of the ring. Scott 
followed her lead.

"You know," Scott somewhat sheepishly began, "you're quite hot."

"Nice of you to say so," Laura smiled, knowing full well what was next. "Thank you," 
she added, hoping that was going to be the end of it.

"Um, maybe afterward, if we have time, we could--"

"I'm sorry," she interrupted, "but I'm married."

"Oh. Oh, that's okay. I'm sorry."

Scott was more than confused, as he thought Laura's matches were sexual in nature, even 
if she didn't show anything in her videos. After all, why offer to meet people online, or 
post her measurements for that matter? He figured that now was just probably not the 
best time to bring up the subject and just chalked it up to being inexperienced at all this. 
Yeah, that's it. She probably has to turn down any overt sexual offers, like how 
prostitutes on Craigslist state that they're only being paid for their time and 
companionship and anything else is just something between two consenting adults. He 
was going to pay close attention to anything Laura said, waiting for what he believed 
would be the proper opening.

"Ready then?" Laura asked, crouching down slightly to make it absolutely clear that she 
meant in terms of wrestling.

"Oh yeah."

They circled each other ever so slowly, with each looking for an opening. Scott crouched 
down to meet Laura's eye level, keeping his hands in front in a "ready" stance. He finally 
stepped in, and Laura followed in turn, grabbing onto Scott's biceps as he did the same. 
Laura gave his arms a sharp squeeze.

"Hey!" he chirped, both in pain and in realization that the match had begun and it was 
time to stop thinking in the gutter. He tried to squeeze Laura's biceps in return, but there 
was a little too much meat on her for him to clearly find the muscles, so the two grappled 
with each other for a bit, each trying to push the other back.

Laura wanted to up the ante a bit, as she thought getting into any kind of grappling or 
even a bearhug battle would be boringly one-sided in her favor. She threw her right leg 
up, kicking Scott in the stomach.

"Oooff!" Scott coughed as he doubled over, his arms still held in place by Laura's hands. 
Trying to find some support, he reached up further and grabbed at the bra strap on 
Laura's right shoulder.

"Hey, watch the bra," she warned before letting go of Scott's arm and throwing her right 
fist into his left side.

"Unnngg!" he winced while bending into the punch. It certainly did the trick, though, as 
he let go of her bra.

"Sorry," she explained while grabbing onto his right arm, "but it's my favorite and the 
company that made it doesn't exist anymore." She twisted her body, pulling Scott with 
her by the arm, and threw him into the ropes.

Scott let out a surprised shriek as he stumbled into the ropes and bounced off them 
quickly, rushing uncontrollably back toward Laura. Laura met him by slamming her 
forearm across his chest.

"Ahhh!" he exclaimed while bending down and clutching his chest. In his young life, he 
had never been this roughed up before. Not by his brother, not by anyone at school, and 
certainly not by an older woman.

Laura grinned as she saw the teenager before her seemingly already start to tire. She got 
in front of him and grabbed onto his hips before charging forward. She was aiming Scott 
toward one of the corners, ramming his back into it painfully.

"Aaaagh!" Scott screamed as he felt the explosion of pain behind him, jerking his body 
forward as he clutched his back. Since Ralph dealt primarily with boxers, the ring wasn't 
set up with turnbuckles like a normal professional wrestling ring. The corners were 
literally nothing more than large metal poles with a thin layer of foam wrapped around 
them.

Laura slowly took a couple of steps back, creating some space between them. "Had 
enough yet?" she asked patiently.

"N-no," he quietly answered, a faint note of invincible teenage pride in his voice.

Laura responded by charging forward and ramming her body into Scott's.

"Uhhhnnn!" Scott moaned as Laura's entire 175-pound body pressed into him hard. He 
felt like he was in a human-sized vise. He saw her do this to opponents before in her 
videos, but he never imagined what it felt like. He was both riddled with pain and turned 
on at the same time. It was easily the most erotic thing that's ever been done to him.

Laura gave him a final "push" with her weight before stepping back, keeping an eye on 
him as he remained squashed into the corner. She backed up even more this time, leaving 
about twice as much room between them as before. She again ran toward him and 
crushed him into the corner.

"Nnnggg!" Scott groaned as he felt himself pancaked into the corner, his arms flopping 
up over the ropes on either side of him for support. Laura also let out a soft, sexy moan as 
their bodies collided, as she was really starting to enjoy herself.

She again stepped back, watching the young man she was practically hammering into the 
corner pole. This was easily the naughtiest she allowed herself to be during a match, as 
she found it to be incredibly erotic to mash her body into someone else's. Even though 
she didn't like using editing software, she was not sure how she would be able to show 
her face in public if anyone ever found out about a "mix tape" she compiled for herself of 
just scenes from her matches of her ramming into opponents; some people watch porn to 
get themselves off when they're home alone, she watches her private DVD. Even as she 
stopped at about the same distance as before, she could already feel herself tingle 
between her legs.

She raced again across the ring, a little faster than before, and smashed into Scott's 
already battered frame.

"Oooohhh," he bellowed as her weight sank against his thinner body. He felt as if his 
spine had packed up and gone on vacation, feeling like he had all the physical stamina 
and stability of a pile of ooze. He could finally hear the siren song of the mat as the force 
of gravity seemed to slowly increase beneath him. Meanwhile, Laura was already on the 
other side of the ring.

Laura's grin widened as she saw her practically flattened opponent across the ring, 
propped up against the corner almost like a holiday decoration. She was hardly done 
slamming into him, and the thought was starting to turn her on. Although she was hardly 
there now, she was certain that one day she would have to pause a match in order to come 
while doing this to a victim.

With a slight crouch, Laura was off again, charging toward Scott's almost lifeless body. 
The ring's mat pounded underneath her feet with each step.

To say Scott was in a daze would be, though technically accurate, a gross understatement; 
almost an insult. Both his front and back ached in unique ways, his hands held onto the 
ropes almost as a mere formality, as his arms were no longer anchoring any of his weight. 
He could feel his body rise up and down slightly, but he was unsure if he was really 
moving or if his senses had become that battered. That's when he saw Laura.

Sure enough, the smooth rising and falling was a result of each step she took as she 
rushed toward him. Her magnificent chest bounced rhythmically as she ran, her bra 
keeping them together and shifting up and down as one mighty unit. The front of his 
shorts were so far extended at this point that he simply didn't know what was going to 
happen down there, as he was certain that an orgasm would be literally pressed out of 
him upon impact. The possibility drove him wild, and he so deeply wanted to find out, 
but he could feel himself sink slowly down to the mat. His hands gave up grasping the 
ropes for support long ago, and his body crumpled down in defeat.

Laura was building up too great of a momentum as she saw Scott's body collapse and 
slide down toward the mat. Any attempt to stop now would be futile, and it was clear 
Scott's body was going to get in the way of her feet.

"NO!" Laura shrieked at him in panic. "Get up!" But it was too late.

Her right foot got caught against his side, tripping her forward and causing her to stumble 
over his body. Her arms unsuccessfully reached out for the ropes as she careened forward 
into the corner.

"Uuunngh!" she groaned as she smashed against the corner pole. She could feel a dull 
slam of pain shoot up and down her front, with her left breast and belly catching the brunt 
of the impact. Her face, however, smacked sharply into it, and she saw nothing but an 
explosion of light and stars.

Scott came to quickly as he felt Laura trip over him, almost as if she kick-started him 
back to consciousness. As he crawled over to the ropes he heard something behind him 
that sounded like a sack of meat being thrown into a wall. His only thought as he climbed 
up the ropes to his feet was that he was hoping that the noise didn't come from 
somewhere on his body, a thought that changed as soon his feet found solid ground under 
them and he turned to look for his opponent.

He never saw anything more carnally erotic before as the big woman slumped forward 
into the corner, weakly trying to push herself out of it. He tried to peek around her side 
from a safe distance, and his hard-on practically petrified as he saw her encased plump 
breasts squashed into the corner. He extended a hand out toward her sweaty back, not 
sure of what his next move was going to be, but he recoiled as Laura's arms made a final, 
desperate attempt to force her back out of the corner before sinking forward and 
wrapping around the pole, hugging it in exhaustion. Oh god how he wanted to hurt her 
more, and then fuck her brains out.

He slowly came up behind Laura and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her head out 
of the corner.

"Nnnnnhhh," she winced as she felt her head yanked back, her arms still clutching around 
the corner pole.

Scott wanted to compound the damage that was already done, so he threw her head back 
into the corner, face first.

"Aaaagh!" Laura howled as her face smashed into the pole with a juicy crunch. She let 
out a series of slow groans, mostly to keep herself awake than anything else.

Scott started to smirk confidently now as he grabbed the back of Laura's head and pulled 
it back again. Her eyes were closed, and she exhaled painfully as her mouth hung open, a 
small trail of drool dripping down her lower lip.

Though she was starting to fight unconsciousness, Laura made a half-hearted attempt to 
struggle in the smaller boy's grasp, weakly reaching up and behind her to grab at his 
wrists.

Scott was momentarily amazed that there was still any fight or energy left in her. With a 
"Take that!" kind of sneer, he threw Laura's head forward again toward the corner.

"Uuuhnnn!" Laura grunted as her forehead smacked into the corner. Her arms flew 
around the pole on either side, wrapping around it in an embrace.

Feeling more confident than ever before, Scott sauntered up behind her with a cocky, 
"Not so tough now, are ya?" look on his face. As far as he knew, she was thoroughly 
roughed up, and now it was playtime. He grabbed the back of her bra and slowly yanked 
her out of the corner.

Laura felt herself pulled backward, with the corner slowly shrinking in front of her. She 
could feel her sports bra pulled tight against her, with just the hint of the bottoms of her 
breasts peeking out underneath.

"I told you," Laura groaned, "be careful with the bra." She punctuated this reminder by 
driving her right elbow back into Scott's chest.

"Aaaaaghhh!" Scott howled as he felt the rounded elbow jab right in the middle of his 
torso. He let his potential prey go and bent over, grasping his chest in pain.

Laura felt him let go of her bra, getting her second wind and knowing that she had only 
one shot to regain control. With a slight battle cry escaping her lips, she twisted her body 
around and brought her left leg up, swinging it toward Scott and driving it right into his 
side.

"Huuuhnnn!" Scott groaned as the large woman kicked his side, knocking him toward the 
ropes. Barely aware of where his legs were taking him, he hit the ropes and felt them hold 
him for but a moment before flinging him toward the center of the ring, toward Laura.

Laura saw the teenager stumble back toward her, and she was ready. She brought up her 
left fist, popping it right into his face as he approached, stopping him dead in his tracks.

"Ehhph!" Scott yelped as his mouth and nose exploded in pain, his body jerking upright 
as if frozen in place by a magic spell. After a seemingly endless second or two of 
motionlessness, Scott started to slowly teeter forward, where Laura was waiting for him.

Laura saw him slump toward her, and she was ready. She wrapped her arms around his 
head and pulled him toward her, right into her bosom.

"Mmmrrph!" Scott grunted as his face was pulled into the red spandex. Laura tightly 
locked her arms around the back of his head, positioning him between her breasts.

"You wanted my bra so badly," she mock-sneered, "so here you go!"

Scott's arms started to flail up and down, as he was unsure how to get out of this. He had 
read about breast-smothering before, but he never in a million years thought he would be 
involved in one, let alone be prepared with a way to break free. He was slowly starting to 
panic, as his face was getting uncomfortably warm as the two mammoth 42DD breasts 
pressed into his cheeks.

"Do you give up now, hun?" Laura cooed.

"Mmmph!" Scott groaned with a defiant tone. He grabbed at Laura's hips and tried to 
push him away from her, to little avail. Getting desperate, he instead started to lightly 
slap at Laura's sides.

"I'll take that as a 'no,'" she chuckled as her arms tightened around him, pulling him in 
closer.

Scott was no longer able to discern any color or shape, as everything was starting to go 
black. He wasn't sure if that was because of how tightly pulled in he was to Laura's chest 
or, as he feared, because he was in fact starting to lose consciousness. Regardless, his 
struggling began to settle down as he focused almost entirely on staying awake long 
enough to pull free.

His breathing was becoming more and more labored as very little oxygen was getting 
past the large soft mounds that had trapped him. Everything from his neck up felt like it 
was on fire, while sweat rolled down his chest like a sheet of rain. His knees were about 
ready to give after being crouched into this position for so long, and he was sure that his 
feet would drag lifelessly as soon as they did, with Laura's arms and chest being the only 
things keeping his body upright. He desperately reached up and grabbed onto Laura's 
arms, clutching her fleshy biceps as a way to keep himself from collapsing onto the mat 
completely.

Despite his predicament, Scott couldn't ignore how incredibly aroused he was becoming. 
In his young life he has certainly seen his share of breasts in movies and online, and he 
liked to think he has had enough age-proportionate experience with real naked female 
breasts in the "backseat of a car after a crummy Adam Sandler movie" variety, but this 
was an entirely new and altogether uniquely erotic experience for him. He was losing a 
fight to a pair of breasts, huge and commanding. He tried so hard to refrain from having 
an orgasm, as surely the aftermath to this battle would be something he wanted to enjoy 
and savor.

Laura felt the teenaged boy in her arms slowly turn into more of a rag doll, his limbs 
practically hanging off him like fringe on a cheap coat; existing only for decoration rather 
than function. As she slowly tightened her arms around Scott's head, she thought to 
herself about the irony of the situation. Laura has never been a huge fan of using a breast-
smother, even though all physical evidence would give the impression that she was 
practically genetically engineered for such a move.

"As you can see, gentlemen, the Miss Laura wrestling cyborg is fully equipped to 
strangle an opponent without ever putting her hands on them," she imagined a mad 
scientist would say while presenting her to a team of other fetish-focused colleagues. 
Although Laura was always well endowed, it was quite some time before she would even 
use her chest as any sort of weapon. She figured it was something about her upbringing; 
her mom taught her to be a "lady," and "ladies" regard their breasts more for being 
looked at than being touched, especially in any decidedly non-sexual situation.

"Are you ready to give up now?" Laura asked Scott, already knowing the answer but 
wanting to see if the suffocated kid had any guts left in him. To punctuate her assumed 
victory, she gave her arms one last tighten, causing a slight vein to appear in Scott's 
already beet red forehead.

"Mmrrr," Scott groaned. He gave up struggling some time ago.

"I'm sorry," Laura taunted, "what was that?"

Laura could see Scott's brow attempt to furl, and she was sure if his arms were still 
working she would probably have seen at least one other kind of visual response. Finally, 
the young man's head jostled up and down slowly between her breasts, approximating a 
nod as best as he could while being contained in her dominating bust.

Laura gently unwrapped her arms and gave Scott space to stand, slump, fall, or whatever 
else he needed to do with his first lungful of air. Taking a step back, she glanced down to 
notice a large round wet stain in the middle of her bra. As she looked back at Scott she 
saw where it originated, as drool hung heavily from his mouth, which was frozen agape. 
His eyes almost glazed over, and he exhaled with a very odd noise, a cross between a 
loud sigh and a silent moan. He dropped down onto his knees, his eyes fixed on Laura as 
best as he could focus them, and then plopped backward down onto the mat.

"Good match," Laura smirked as she walked past him and started to make her way out 
the ring.

"Wait," she heard from behind, causing her to turn her head to the mat, where Scott laid 
flat on his back.

"Yes?"

"Aren't we going to," he began before pausing, "um, you know?" He gave his pelvis a 
slight thrust upward, as if to bring attention to his tenting shorts.

"I told you," Laura began, the smirk quickly fading into a sneer, "I'm married. Go home, 
little boy." And with that, she left the ring.

END

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