1. Samantha's Breezy Shorts - The Wrestler


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: Fetish, Lesbian Sex, Sex Humor, Author: LittleMissFart, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    (This fictional story is based in a world where professional wrestling is 100% real and non-scripted, the fights are treated as seriously as say a boxing fight or any other competitive combat sport. I'm not the most knowledgeable on pro-wrestling so apologies to any fans of it if I get any of the technical terms and move names wrong. Enjoy!) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &#034- and weighing in at 128lbs, she is the World Women's Wrestling Champion... Sammy Bunns!!&#034 The ring announcer declared with an enthusiastic passion. The crowd cheered as I popped out from behind the curtain onto the stage. I was pumped up with adrenalin. Seeing the thousands of fans in attendance always gave me chills. I made my way to the ring in my hot pink coloured wrestling attire which consisted of a tiny lycra tank top, long pink wrestling tights, and white wrestling boots that came up to just below my knees. I also had on some pink elbow pads and white tape around my hands. I had worked and fought so hard to get to being the champion. My platinum gold title belt around my waist made me feel immensely proud of my achievements, but it would all be for nothing if I should lose against my opponent in this title match. I got into the ring, stepping through the bottom rope, and climbed up onto the turnbuckle, raising my hands to my cheering fans. This was my first title defence, so I was ...
    feeling both nervous and anxious to face off against my opponent. My entrance music suddenly stopped,and the lights went dark. There was a chill in the air as everyone,myself included, awaited for my opponent's music to begin. *BANG BANG BANG!!!* A series of fireworks suddenly erupted by the stage, and the ominous bass-heavy music began to play. The crowd brayed, a mixture of boos and cheers was the chorus of the arena. My opponent suddenly appeared from behind the curtain, out onto the stage. &#034And her opponent, hailing from Cameron, North Carolina. Standing at a height of 6ft 4ins, and weighing in at 252lbs. She is the undefeated self-proclaimed, &#034Queen of the South&#034, Big &#034Boom Boom&#034 Bertha!&#034 The ring announcer introduced her in his baritone voice. I gulped at the sight of Bertha. She looked huge! So big and strong. I knew I was the underdog, despite being the champion. My large red-haired opponent was wearing a simple black vest underneath some jeans overalls, which had the legs to it cut off so as to look like hot pants covering her large rotund enormous backside. Her attire was very basic, she didn't even wear any shoes or boots. She slowly made her way the ring, I was sure I could hear thuds echoing from underneath her footsteps. She grabbed the top rope from the apron floor, and pulled herself up, and then stepped over the top rope into the ring. I nervously gulped once more as I stared at her. She walked right over to me, my face only just about ...
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