Lady Auphemia Vs Ataru: Lumber-maids match!!! (complete)

Needless to say, afer the lenghty smother+grinding received, Ataru was all docile and dizzy, definitely not in condition to put up any resistance when Alicia gently settled him down to give him her amorous "little extra".

And in any case, fighting against Alicia's wonderful paizuri would have been very difficult to do for a typical boy with typical healthy needs such as Ataru.
Auphemia's wonderful maids had given him a good sample of the overpowering strenght of their boob-wrestling style, and now Alicia was showing him a more gentle, but not less dominating side of it, completely crushing his fighting spirit as she lulled him into blissfully aroused obedience.

"oooww.... s-so soft.... uuuhhh.. <3". Ataru was totally on Alicia's love boat now, tilting his head up and moaning in helpless arousal as her large melons rolled and gently bullied his boyhood.
The sweet stimulation prevented him from even thinking about resistance, even with Ataru and Alicia still wearing clothings, and that was a good hint of the maids' seductive abitilities.

The other maids were standing around the loving duo now as they bowed to their beautiful mistress, which was even more embarrassing (but also shamefully arousing) for Ataru, as his twitching boyhood didn't miss to reveal.

“Oh! I felt it twitch!” Alicia teased as she never stopped her paizuri, making sure to rub in her breasts as much as she could. “That must have been a really good one then, I can tell that you’re already getting close to the end aren’t you?”

“It’s okay though Ataru, most guys don’t usually last that long, and you had plenty of encouragement before we started.” She’d say, practically giving him an excuse as she was still bullying his boyhood. “And I’m sure you’ve been craving a climax for some time now, so don’t worry. I’ll be sure you get exactly what you want.” Expertly, Alicia began to increase the speed of her breasts, slowly but steadily going faster with each stroke of his boyhood. When she’d feel that he was on the verge of popping, she’d pick her chest up and push it back down, squeezing his boyhood between her soft melons.

Ataru's moaning and twitching were now going with the tempo of Alicia's paizuri as he looked down at her bouncing melons, virtually hypnotized by their steady movements around his groin.

Getting gently praised for his endurance just served to furtherly weaken his willpower of course, making him crave ever more for a surrendiring climax. A disgraceful wish that Alicia was more than willing to grant as she promtly gave him a beautiful coup de grace, squeezing her heavenly breasts nice and tight against his boyhood as he finally was lead to pop.

"Oh gods.... unbeliava-ahhhhnnnn... fuaahhhhh...! <333". With a nice cry of shameful pleasure Ataru spasmed and tilted his head backwards once again, his vision going blank for a few moments as could feel the hot wet stain spreading in his pants.

Alicia would continue to squeeze her breasts on his boyhood as he climaxed, making sure he released as much as he could before raising her chest off him, smiling as she saw his face. “That was quite the amount Ataru, I’m glad to have given you so much pleasure. However I’m sorry to say that our time together is over for now.”

As Alicia got up and off of him, Sejna and Lusy would move to garb his arms, picking him up and bring him over to the ringside. Neither was entirely gentle as they practically pushed him back up onto the ring, rolling him under the ropes to be back in the official match.

“Well well Ataru, they seemed to have bust you up a bit.” Auphemia stated, seeing his downed state after Alicia’s service to him. “You gonna be able to get up? Or should I lay you to rest to have a good nap to get your strength back?”

Drained to the latest drop until he was an erotically exhausted mess trapped underneath her wonderfull soft melons and captivated by her gentle smile, Ataru couldn't put up the slightest resistance when Senja and Lusy uncerimoniously pushed him back to their awaiting mistress, eliciting the happy laughters of the fans as they had him roll into the ring under the lower ropes.

Towering over him with those huge, ever-bouncing breasts of hers, Auphemia didn't miss the chance to tease him a bit before she would resume the fighting.
Apparently, not only Lady Auphemia had developed a unique bosom-based style of fighting, but even her antics seemed to be boobs-themed.

"Ugh.. a... nap??? *blushhh* N-Not at all, I'm certainly not planning to be put to sleep... and now I will... o-oooff... 0///0".
Ataru tried to hurry back onto his feet, but he seemed to have understimated his loss of stamina, as his legs just failed him having the boy fall back onto his butt.

That was quite the unwilling but clear confirmation to Auphemia's suggestion about Ataru needing to get a rest... and he knew that it could only mean bad news for him!

“Oh really, well the show of weakness shows that you could use a good breast right about now.” Auphemia punned, smirking as she would approach the boy. She would grab his legs to pull him back from the side, assuming that his lack of stamina would prevent him from being able to kick free from her hold.

And once there, she’d release his legs and stare down at him for a second, almost giving him one last chance to get up before she put him throughly to rest. If he wasn’t up in time, she’d preform a hip drop directly on his gut, using the impact to grab his head and pull him right into her bosom, sliding her hips back to mount his while she pressed him deep into her cleavage.

Like if falling onto his butt like a stupid baby wasn't embarrassing enough, Auphemia's choice of words made Ataru blush even more, amusing the fans as she playfully suggested he might use a good b-reast.

True to her words, Lady Auphemia anticipated Ataru's movements and before he could get halfway from standing up, the sexy grappler had him pinned back to the mats already, huffing out a good amount of his air as she dropped her hips right onto his belly with a gracious yet crushing move.

"Uuuunghhfff... wah-?-Mpfffhhh...mmffff... 0///0". Instinctively raising into a sitting stance because of the breath-crushing impact, Ataru unwittingly playing along with Auphemia's plans just nicely, matter of factly bringing himself right to her awaiting bosom, where she was more than ready and happy to hug and smother her cute opponent, denying him the chance to breath and replace the previously crushed air supply.

With his whole head enveloped by the soft, perfumed darkness of her huge pillows, and his groin mounted by the lovely weight of Auphemia's curvy hips, Ataru was right where she wanted him now, his muffled mumbings and meek squirmings just serving as an extra source of pleasure and amusement for the Lady of boob-wrestling.

“Well then, back where you rightfully belong Ataru.” Auphemia teased as she pressed him deeper into her bosom, easily engulfing his head in her massive mammaries. Containing the boy was easy back when he was near full strength, with his sexually induced exhaustion she likely wouldn’t have even need to hold him to keep him trapped in her curves, not that she wouldn’t still use them to further her dominance over him.

Moving both her shoulders and arms, Auphemia would rub her bosom in the opposite direction of his face, adding a multitude of movement as she kept him in her smothering embrace. With each rub, she’d press him deeper into her chest for a second, letting him feel just how much farther he could still go into her bosom should she want him to. “Having a good time Ataru, cause I am.”

Ataru had felt totally helpless underneath Alicia's wonderful bosom, but Auphemia's breast smothering was bringing the word helplessness to a totally new level. With another teasing breast pun she was all over him, using her gentle movements knowingly to roll her huge breasts around Ataru's head, snuggling him deeper and deeper into the warm, airtight prison of her bosom. The fans watched in awe as lady Auphemia played her magic trick, having Ataru slowly sink and disappear into her cleavage until the wobbling and bouncing of her melons were the only clues that his head was still engulfed in there.

"Mm-mmmpffh... Mffh... @///@". Far from just smothering Ataru, Auphemia was truly putting him under the soothing spell of her magical bosom, making all the male audience jealous of him. The "poor" boy wanted to escape from air deprivation, but at the same time he couldn't want to escape from the seductive softness of her breasts, making his futile struggles ever sloppier and less effective.

Auphemia's bosom was like his whole world now, surrounding and numbing his senses with warm, perfumed darkness, making him weaker with each passing moment: All he could feel was the heavenly softness of her breasts rolling and bouncing and cuddling him. All he could hear was the distant sound of her cooing voice. All he could taste was smooth breast flesh covering his face wherever he tried to move. All he could breath in was milky-scented pheromones as she smothered him into obedience, making him too dizzy to fight back.

"Mmfh... Mff... @///@". A cute, muffled whimpering parody of a protest, barely heard within her cleavage, was the only answer he could give to Auphemia's teasing question.  That... and the bulge in Ataru's pants lightly poking at her crotch as she made him helplessly, shamefully aroused.

“Just let it go, you’ll have plenty of more chances to try and bust me up all you want.” Auphemia teased, feeling his struggles begin to subside the longer he remained in her bosomy prison. “Of course I’ll take the challenge, I may even spare you the second round from going against my maids if you prove a better challenge this time around.”

In the midst of the smother, Auphemia would feel Ataru’s boyhood begin to poke at her, getting a seductively laugh from her. “Wow Ataru, you can’t even breathe but your tool is still poking up. Aren’t you the naughty boy, getting turned on while being suffocated. Not that I blame you, my babies are just that good after all.”