Yori vs Ataru - Special rules cage match (complete)

Yori was right on her assumption: Ataru had basically stopped struggling, too weak and air-deprived to resist as he entrusted his tired self into her smothering hug. With his face nestled so deep inbetween her large breasts, all the other noises around him started to fade until he could only hear the relaxing sound of Yori's heartbeat and inhale the salty, pheromones-filled perfume of her cleavage.

And before long, the cute boy went all nice and limp in her "motherly finisher". His breathing rate would calm down to a quiet pace as he was now hopelessly taking a nap in Yori's warm smothering pillows.
"nff..... zzz.... x///x"

Yoir gave everything she had to smother her opponent to into the land of sleeps. She wanted to win this match so badly. She wanted to be the one to be called the winner of this match… it would grand her a big popularly boost with the fans instantly.

Suddenly she felt that the body of her opponent not only stopped fighting against her… he also go totally limp. Now Yori needed to hold him up so he wouldn´t fall from the top of the cage like that.

The referee also saw the chance in Ataru… and finally… finally she gave the sign to ring the bell and announce the end of this match. Yori tried to breathe in deeply… she had done it… this match was finally over.

The ring announcer would stand up and would speak.
“Winner of this match Yori Nazuka though smothering out her opponent two times in a row!”
Yori was smiling brightly… before she realized something… she was up here… sitting on this cage, holding Ataru, so he wouldn´t fall down to the floor… But how should she get back down to the floor. She would need the rest of her strength to get down from the cage… but she would have to let go of Ataru to do and if she would do he would fall.

This meant she needed to wait up here till he was back under the living again. She pulled his face out of her breasts, but was still holding on to him to avoid letting him fall down to the floor.  

The mature woman would look around in the arena, watching the cheering crowed… this was a great feeling.  

With a smile she would look down to the face of the boy, carefully putting hair out of his face. “Hey weak up my sweat!”

Yori's fans were cheering for the wrestling milf and laughing gleefully at the tender scene. Having smothered Ataru between her ankle breasts, she was now holding his unconscious frame in a cuddly hold to prevent him from falling down, matter of factly looking like she was cradling her slumbering baby-opponent.

Ataru was powerless to do anything but take a nice nap on the soft pillows of her bosom for about a minute before Yori would gently nudge the cute boy back to his senses.
"uhmmmm...where.....? Nhhhhfff...". The young Japanese looked like a sleepy boy nuzzling in her bosomy pillows and reluctant to wake up, until his dulled mind finally came to process the situation.
"nnfhh....d-damn.... L-looks like I lost... Very...uhhhhh...well done... @///@", he would mumble with a blushing face, still too weak to leave her embrace. At least, Yori's comforting cuddle wasn't the worst place where to wake up after such motherly taunting defeat.

Yori would look at her opponent when he was about to wake up again… he was looking really cute while this… it seemed like he was just waking up from a beautiful dream and a long sleep… although he was just away for a few moments. Yori would though his hair after he congratulated her for her victory…

“Thank you Ataru…” would she whisper to him smiling friendly, “but you did very great as well… it was really a close shot… only a few inches more and you could have let yourself fall down to the floor and your save victory… it was win on the finish line for me here… but thanks for the great match!”

Yori would look around… “How about getting down from here… I wouldn´t mind to feel solid floor under my feet again...” She would keep holding on to him just to make sure he wouldn´t fall down if he was still to weak…


 

"Uuuhhfff.... h-hehe... yea if you wanted to make a great impression, this was a complete success! I mean a KO ontop of the cage is not something you can see everyday... nngh... my head is still spinning too ^^' ". Light headed from the prolonged breast smother, Ataru was still clinging at Yori, held in her embrace more or less like a little boy... which honestly didn't feel bad at all, though it caused the young male to blush when Yori hinted at them getting down and he finally realized that he had been in her arms the whole time.

"Ah...! S-Sure... 0///0. This is a bit embarrassing.... though in a good way... heh...", he said with a shy and blushing smile, slowly starting to get down to the ring and gently helping Yori to do the same. Well it was the least he could do since she had held him in her protectively maternal embrace rather than dropping the defeated foe onto the mats.

The fans roared wildly as the tired contenders were finally both standing in the middle of the ring, with Ataru raising the hand of the beautiful winner. "Very well done Yori... kind of make me wish this was a POW match you know", he joked and winked, smiling at the gorgeous voluptuous woman.

YOri watched the boy climbing down the cage pretty slowly. She smiled at him while he was doing so. She would follow him soon after and was kind of happy that he was helping her down, because she was still a bit afraid to slip and fall to the mat. That was not on her to do list.

As soon as they both were down to the mat again the mature one felt how her wrist was grabbed from her former opponent before it was raised up into the air. She would look a bit surprised at first ,while her hand was raised high and the fans were cheering for her. But in the next moment she would smile at him and say. “If we do it we do it right little one!”,With these words she would pull him over warping her arms around him giving him a tight hug. She would hug him for a moment and whisper back to him. “Yeah such a match would be kind of great!”

Then she would let go of him stepping away, before attempting to leave him. “Hey Ataru,” she would say after she left the ring. “if you ever want to go and grab a drink with me just give me a call little man!” After this she would start walking up the ramp.

Ataru's cheeks turned to a brighter shade of red as Yori decided to show him her affectionately alluring idea of sportmanship... by pulling him close and wrapping his tired frame into a motherly seductive hug.

Rewarded one final time the pleasurable warm pressure of her squishy bosom against his skin, the young male would shiver lightly at her sultry whisper as Yori let him know that she would gladly continue their "rivalry" in a bedroom challenge. "Woah this woman is damn hot", he would silently admit to himself, wishing that she would not notice the tent in his spandex shorts as to keep his groin at safe distance from her legs.

"A-Alright... I mean, great! I'll make sure to call you", Ataru could only naturally reply to such an intriguing invitation, but he was too much mesmerized to notice the little missing detail, until Yori was probably too distant to hear him.
"Ugh...! But I don't know her number..!!!", Ataru would facepalm, cursing himself and his stupidity.

Yori was a step ahead of him though, just like in the final part of their match. When he finally got to locker room, Ataru would walk to the coed showers and gasp in pleased surprise: a sexy and teasing message had been written for him on a mirror with Yori's ruby lipstick: her cell number, and a playful challenge at showing her what else he could do, signed with a heart-shaped kiss mark.
....Ataru had never felt so happy after a defeat!

WINNER: YORI VIA DOUBLE SMOTHERING KO