Title: Jobber Julie vs Cowboy Matt (Jobber Julie #1)
Author: PA Heavyweight

“Introducing first, from Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, standing five feet seven inches, weighing one hundred and sixty-five pounds, and measuring an astounding 36F, the Farmer’s Daughter, Juuuuulieeeee Snoooowweeeeee!” Julie steps forward, raising her hands and smiling widely for the webcams positioned around the room, recording the upcoming bout. Julie’s the top-drawing performer for the entire league, letting audiences choose her character and outfit from week to week via online polls and gamely playing along, racking up her respectable win-loss record in everything from a biker bitch’s leathers to a French maid’s lace. She’s got an easy smile, creamy white skin and a curvy body clad in short jean shorts and a red and white check bikini top struggling with her huge, firm breasts, blonde hair pulled back into two pigtails swinging, brushing her shoulders as they go. With an excited bounce, Julie steps barefoot on to the mattresses that are laid out on the floor two deep, forming the ‘ring’ in the center of the empty living room. Stretching out, she waits for her opponent, chosen by the website’s viewers from the entire roster and hidden behind the bedroom door until now.
“And her opponent, from the wilds of West Texas… Cowboy Matt Ryyyyyyderrrrrrrrrrr!!” As the announcement is made, Julie’s jaw drops, her pink lips forming a perfect “O” of surprise – of all the fighters on the league roster, the fans chose the six-foot five, two-hundred and fifty pound slab of Texas beefcake! Matt joined the league six months ago, and has quickly become the hottest thing on the male side of the virtual locker room, the biggest man around (in every sense of the word) and with a real flair for beating his opponents down – his ‘Rough Ryder’ finishing maneuver leaving a row of devastated opponents and a perfect undefeated record. Before this “fans make the dream match” vote, he had never made himself available for a mixed match, and the promise of seeing the big Cowboy devastate the Farmer’s Daughter has the whole fan base buzzing!
The bedroom door burst open as Matt strode in to the room, wearing a pair of black cowboy boots, black briefs that emphasized his package ominously, and a black cowboy hat, with a lasso slung over his shoulder. Strutting in to the living room from the bedroom, he shows off the for cameras, flexing thick biceps and making his pecs bounce before finally acknowledging Julie, giving her a predatory leer and a once-over before turning away to strip down, leaving boots, lasso, and hat in a pile against one wall, then walking confidently to the mattresses and stepping on, stretching out as well as the rules are read over the loudspeaker by the unseen webmaster\referee.
“This match is to one fall, pin or submission, with no time limit and no holds barred. As usual, the loser of the match is the winner’s to use as they like for two hours. Ready… set… WRESTLE!” The ref’s voice, raised into a shout, brought a squeal of feedback from the speakers, and like that, the match was on. Matt wasted no time, moving even before the unseen control room could finish saying “set,” and so just as Julie heard to word “wrestle,” Matt’s forearm was slamming across her chest, driving her big breasts bouncing backwards painfully against her ribs as she was sent flying from the mattresses and into the carpeted area treated as ‘outside the ring’ by the combatants. Chuckling, Matt sauntered to her fallen form, reaching down and grabbing her pigtails in both hands, then quickly yanking her back to her feet, standing the blonde up straight before raising his right hand and bringing it down hard – CHOP! – on her breasts, grabbing her shoulder to steady her, then repeating the move – CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! – four more times, making milky skin flush a sudden, abused crimson and bringing cries of pain from Julie’s lips. After the last chop, a muscular arm circles her head, a huge hand curls in her shorts, and suddenly the busty blonde is flying up and over, suplexed and landing hard on her back on the mattresses as the big Texan rolls up to his knees beside her.
“Having fun yet, darlin’?” he drawls, sliding a hand into her hair again and then flexing, curling her body up off the mats, sitting her up straight before - CHOP! - sending her flying back down with a backhand blow across her huge tits, abusing them mercilessly in the opening minutes of the bout, making Julie cry and roll over onto her belly, arms crossed over her chest, brain blaring and misfiring after the abuse suffered by her creamy tits. Laughing, Matt reaches down and grabs her pigtails again, using them like handles to pull the overmatched and overloaded blonde back to her feet, this time sliding an arm between her thighs and easily scooping her up across his broad chest, holding her there for a slow parade around the ‘ring’ before she’s body-slammed into the center of the mattresses, her back arching as she groans – UNNHH – before Matt’s full two-hundred and fifty pounds suddenly comes slamming down across her torso in a HUGE body splash, driving the air from Julie’s body and leaving her gasping on her back, staring up at the lights – only to jerk and gag like a fish thrown on the docks as Matt sits up on his knees and splashes her again, slamming his chest down across her vulnerable belly and sensitive, already aching tits.
Smirking, looking right at one of the webcams, Matt reaches down and circles one of Julie’s tits in his huge hand, getting a good grip on her enormous F cup and then squeezing down hard, knuckles going white, fingers sinking into her titflesh as the blonde screams and comes up off the mattresses, pulled first to a sitting position and then to her feet by her aching tit – only to be scooped up, slammed down hard, and have the process repeated, first from the other side, then on both tits at once, her knockers used as handles to increase her humiliation and keep her brain from forming a coherent defense as she was repeatedly picked up and slammed down, weakening a spine already stressed from carrying the creamy cargo of her bustline.
Gasping, clutching her aching, bruised breasts, her eyes shut tight, Julie’s tummy drew Matt’s attention like a magnet, and the chat rooms for the live webcast started humming. Matt had repeatedly destroyed his opponent’s tight, six-pack abs – typically found in the men’s division, with its higher incidence of bodybuilders and young twinks – and Julie’s slightly smoother, softer belly seemed to hold him fascinated. He placed both hands flat on her stomach, rubbing it lightly under his palms, then flexing his fingers, testing her creamy skin with his fingertips. A smile spread across his face, his white teeth gleaming in the bright overhead lights as he knelt next to the fallen girl.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! THHUDDD! Matt’s left hand pressed down against Julie’s ribs, right below her beaten breasts, forcing her to lay flat against the mattresses. His right hand, balled up into a fist, delivered three sharp jabs, driving directly down into her belly button, getting a grunt of pain each time, then a fourth punch, driving DEEP into the sweet spot below the blonde’s navel, her breath coming in an agonized cross between a scream and a gag as the big Texan’s fist digs in, knuckles pushing for her spine. Shaking himself with a little groan, his trunks obviously tightening, straining over his erection, Matt eases his fist back, uncurls his fingers, and digs them into Julie’s assaulted abdominals, flexing his big hand and forcing his fingers deep into her muscle before squeezing down mercilessly, drawing a scream from his flattened female opponent.
“Come on, filly… give it up!” Matt laughed, licking his lips, brown eyes going from the webcam to Julie’s body and back again, playing to his crowd as the blonde suffers beneath his clawing, digging fingers, bringing a new sound of pain from her each time his hand shifted and his fingers sought new organs to violate. Julie’s belly is already showing bright red marks from where his fists hammered away at it, and now his fingers are sunk in deep, squeezing her slightly soft belly cruelly together, twisting his wrist like he’s trying to turn up the volume knob – and from the screams coming from Julie’s lips, caught by the microphones around the room and rebroadcast in surround sound to paying customers around the country, Matt was succeeding! But despite her screaming, Julie stubbornly shook her head ‘no’ whenever the big man demanded a submission, and after several long minutes, he jerked his hand free of her abs, leaving splotchy, painful looking red marks behind as the buxom blonde flopped over onto her belly and gasped face down into the mattress, clutching her belly as tears ran down her cheeks.
“Don’t want to give up, huh?” Matt just chuckled, drawing his thick legs up, then kicking Julie hard in the ribs and the side of her tits, rolling her off the mattresses with a small thump, kicking her out of the ‘ring’ like a sack of garbage before following after, shuffling off the side on his knees, hands going for her hair, peeling her off the carpet as he got back to his feet. “That’s your mistake then – let’s give you a little hardcore action, heifer!” With Julie standing again, Matt dips, driving a shoulder into her aching tummy, then driving forward, feet pounding the carpet, sending Julie flying backwards until she SLAMMED in to the wall with a sickening thud, her arms and legs going wide, eyes glassy, the breath driven out of her by the impact of Matt’s huge shoulder into the pit of her stomach. Straightening up, Matt grabbed Julie’s shoulders, pushed her flat against the wall, then stepped back before throwing himself forward, twisting and lifting a thick thigh, slamming it into her lower belly, folding the battered blonde over his leg with a laugh. Reaching down for a handful of her bright blonde pigtails, he pulls her up straight, pressing her back against the walls again, then twisting away before driving his muscular thigh up and in again – THUD – and again – THUD – and again – THUD – and again – THUD. With each hard shot to her softened, beaten belly, Julie groans, her breath coming out in a series of hard grunts, and at the end, she stays folded over, gasping, her breasts heaving in their tight confines as she pants for breath. Moving with smooth, predatory grace, Matt moved in, hooking his arm around Julie’s neck, reaching down with his other arm, big hand clamping down behind Julie’s left knee – and with a grunt, he powers her up and over, jerking the buxom jobber up and over, dropping her spine first onto the mattresses with a devastating fisherman’s suplex, leaving Julie spread-eagle at the edge of their ‘ring,’ looking up at the lights with her eyes open and nobody home.
Matt sat up, then swung around, gently slapping Julie’s face, lightly tapping, then grinning when she failed to respond. Shuffling around, still on his knees, he reached down and unbuttoned her daisy dukes, unzipping the tiny denim shorts before jerking them down Julie’s thighs, down her calves and over her ankles, flipping them over his shoulder and leaving her clad in just her red plaid bra and matching string bikini bottoms. Stretching, loosening up as he kneels over her, Matt shuffles around again, kneeling by Julie’s head, palming the back of her skull and lifting her head, showing her off for the webcams and the home audience. “Want to see this cow learn a lesson? Huh?” Laughing, Matt reached forward, raising his big hand, then bringing it crashing down in a brutal slap against Julie’s thinly covered, totally unprotected crotch. As she opened her mouth wide to scream in pain, Matt quickly stuffed her mouth full of his thick cock, slipping it out from his trunks and jamming it between Julie’s lips and down her throat, bringing a muffled scream, followed by pained gagging and choking as the swollen head of Matt’s cock buried itself in her throat. Flexing his hand, his thick fingers dug into her cunt, squeezing and twisting, laughing as Julie screamed around his cock, vibrating the shaft as she continued to choke on its thickness.
“Wanna give up?”
“Mmmff!”
“I can’t hear you, cow! Want to give up yet? Huh? Say ‘Please, Cowboy, you’re too much for me, I quit,’ you fucking heifer.”
“MMMMFFFF!!!”
Every demand for Julie’s submission was accompanied by Matt’s cock being thrust further down her throat and Matt’s hand flexing, digging his claw hold deeper into her aching cunt. Within seconds, Julie’s eyes were rolled back in her head, her limp, lithe limbs twitching as the thick Texas beef being stuffed down her throat deprives her brain of oxygen, the blunt fingered assault on her sex ensuring that her rapid descent to unconsciousness is made in agony. Julie’s big blue eyes fluttered, her lashes floating, then closing as, her throat jammed full, darkness closed in and her body went limp, stretched out spread eagle on the dirty mattresses.
Seeing that Julie had finally lost her battle against unconsciousness, Matt finally eased his fingers out of Julie’s aching cunt, releasing the claw hold and rubbing her belly with his rough palm, caressing the bruised, abused flesh while slowly pumping his hips, facefucking the prostrate blonde, using her slack mouth like a sex toy, the repeated thrusts bringing a thin slick of drool welling from her lips and spilling across her cheeks.
“Fuck, you’re really out, aren’t you?” Matt laughed softly, slapping Julie’s unconscious face back and forth with no result, finally reaching down, sliding his still thick cock from her mouth, twisting back and forth, slapping his spit-slick shaft across the blonde’s pretty features, using her hair to wipe some of the drool from his thick manhood as he stood, circling her fallen body. Reaching down, his rough hands took hold of her twisted, useless bikini top, then gave it a savage YANK, pulling the twist of fabric up, over her head and off her body, baring her reddened, abused breasts to the greedy gaze of the home audience paying by the second to livestream the busty blonde’s destruction.
“Since you already punched out, you little heifer, I’ll just go ahead and brand you!” sneering with contempt, gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat from the hot locked room, Matt circled around, standing over Julie’s stretched-out body, then casually dropped his firm ass down into her stomach, scooting forward to wipe his meaty cock across her drool-smeared face, slicking his thick shaft once more before sliding it into her cleavage, filling the deep valley between her tits with his rock hard sex before leaning forward and placing a single finger on her forehead, holding her down, pinned in place.
“One.” Counting slowly, deliberately, staring into the cameras, Matt’s hips JERK, slamming his cock up between Julie’s tits, starting to titfuck the KO’d blonde as the cameras film from every angle, immortalizing the images of her one-sided defeat.
“Two!” Matt counts again, giving Julie a good ten to fifteen seconds between each exclamation, using the time to buck his hips rapidly, driving his cock into the sweaty valley between her breasts, working like a piston, hammering away at her bustline even as she’s left unconscious from the brutal war waged against her often defenseless body.
“THREE!!” with a final yell, followed by a full Rebel yell, Matt thrust his cock forward, driving his hips into the undersides of Julie’s tits, counting the pinfall while releasing a hot, sticky stream of cum onto his defeated opponent’s badly bruised tits, his repeated, follow up thrusts bringing further eruptions as the cowboy violently drained his seed across the buxom blonde’s face and tits before reaching forward, using a handful of her silky hair to wipe his cock clean, tucking it back into his trunks before getting to his feet, laughing softly as he looks down at the woman laying prostrate at his feet.
“Alright, honey, my two hours with you starts now… so let’s see about leaving my mark on your tight little ass.”
END #1