Bertha vs Team Hooters

Really want some opinions on this, I'm gonna post it in my club on Friday but just like some feedback. It's a short pro-style handicap match of my BBW girlfriend vs two Hooter's girls--this was inspired by a story on Seaking's site. In retrospect I realize I didn't put much actual action, it's most domination so I should try to make this a round two including more actual fighting. But that's just my opinion, anyone else feel free to contribute. Enjoy,
Stone

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Team hooters

Bertha looked like a big easter egg. She had a pink one piece with yellow over the breast cups and black stripes zigzagging around her midsection. The two blondes were fucking *gorgeous* wearing the trademark uniform of Team Hooters. Their orange short shorts barely covered their tight, firm asses and the tan hose made their supple legs look mouth watering; their cute little white ankle socks went with the white sneakers. Their white "Hooter's" shirts were cropped to expose their firm stomachs. I didn't remember their names, I think they were both called Dakota or something bimbo-ish. One of the blondes was tall, like 6'1" but was very skinny and weighed 127 with a 34 D cup implants. The shorter blonde, who started off the match stupidly was 5'2" with a natural 36 C cup--she was a dirty blonde and her hair was longer while the taller girl's hair was above shoulder length.
Bertha and the South Dakota, I called her cuz she was shorter; I know not original or funny but it came to me as I was watching the match--from Bertha's corner, I was her "heel" manager, in a white suit with tennis racket like some kinda jim cornette knock-off. It was a handicap tag match since the girls were both 18 and very inexperienced. Because of the handicap the rules were laxed to basically street fight level. The girls could do a ten second double team upon tagging. But aside from no weapons allowed it was virtually No DQ; win by pinfall only.

Bertha and SD go to lock up in a collar and elbow but Bertha rakes the girl's eyes with her nails. The blonde shrieks as Bertha was still clawing away. She fell back into the ropes, squealing as the ref came to seperate them, with the blonde holding her face with her back to Bertha. The big woman came up behind the petite blonde, grabbing a handful of her curly hair and ran her face first into the top turnbuckle, she holds the pretty girl's face there, grinding it into the rough padding. She yanks back and slams the girl's face into the pad four times until the girl was dazed. Bertha irishwhips SD into the ropes but she's close enough so North Dakota can tag her partner on the shoulder. As SD comes back Bertha bends over to back drop the petite blonde but she's recovered enough to do a sunset flip and tries to pull Bertha down. She was waving her thick arms in the air to keep her balance and almost catches herself before ND slipped into the ring and delivered a running dropkick, her sneakers smacking right into Bertha's boobs. She went flying backwards as the ref slid down to slap the mat.
"One!...," the cried counted in unison with the slaps.
"Two!...," I looked up, nervously trying to help. But I didn't have time to jump in but I was close enough to grab her outstretched hand and place it on the bottom rope.
"Ref!" I shouted, pointing to that Bertha was in the ropes. He leaned in to SD and told her break it up. Both hooters girls yelled in protest as SD got up, picking Bertha up with a handful of hair. She whipped the big woman into the ropes and both hooters girl gave the rotund woman a double dropkick, SD smacking Bertha in the tits while ND, being taller, connected her sneakers right in Bertha's chubby cheeks. She went down to the mat in a heap and cleverly rolled just outside the ring.
Both girls went outside after her, Bertha managed a sneak attack clothesline on SD, leveling the petite blonde onto the mat like she got run over by a truck. North Dakota fought with Bertha, the two women pulling each other in short circles by the hair before Bertha upped the ante by grabbing a handful of ND's big silicone D cup and squeezed it viciously. South Dakota shrieked like she was on fire as Bertha cackled and twisted the fake boobie like turning the handle of a door. Her hands left berthas hair to try and pry the big woman's hand off her titty.

When I saw south Dakota getting to her feet I snuck up behind her and jabbed the handle of the tennis racket into the back of her head. I didn't know if she was out but rather than take any chances I spread her legs and punted her in the cunt.
South Dakota shouted in pain as both her hands went to hold her burning womanhood. I looked over as Bertha Irish whipped ND into the steel corner post but instead of using her arm she had a big handful of the tall chick's titty, so much so that the breast was shaped irregular, like if you sat on a balloon before it burst under you. She yanked the brunette with such force she flew into the post almost like being catapulted. South Dakota's head clanged off the steel post and collapsed onto the floor mats almost right at my feet.
Bertha saw SD lying there, holding her twat through her orange short shorts. We caught eyes and smiled as my big beautiful lover came over to join me in double stomping the petite blonde. She tried to cover up but Bertha's main target were the girls firm, natural C cups. After I shot one good kick into the blondes back that made her yell in pain, though she almost sounded like some dying old dog, she thrust her chest out. Bertha took perfect aim and stomped her boot across the girls right tit. She pancaked it into the floor as South Dakota screamed so loud you'd think she was being branded--which is another favorite of Big Bertha's to do to her loser opponents. She held her boot down, crushing the breast; grinding it the way you'd stub out a cigarette. The bitch was thrashing around, begging for Bertha to stop. She was screaming unintelligibly but the basic of what she was yellin was, I'll do anything if you stop. Bertha had been holding onto the bottom rope to keep her balance and she stopped, lifting her weight up off her smooshing foot but not removing it.
"Anything, honey?" Bertha said, leaning down slightly to talk to the blonde bitch. She just nodded furiously, repeating, anything just stop. "I want you to take your top off right now and suck this boys dick," she said with that Floridian panhandle drawl. The bitch just nodded, yes anything just stop, as her breathing slowly returned to normal. With some slight hesitation she sat up on her knees while pulling her top off over her head--I think she was being gentle because of the pain in her tit because when she reached around to unclasp the bra the foot impression from Bertha's boot was still there like fresh prints in the snow, since the rest of her tanline-less boob was fine except for the red outline of the waffle pattern from the boot. She unzipped the fly of my jeans and since I was already hard from watching Bertha torture her, SD immediately wrapped her kissable lips around the head of my cock. Bertha watched for a bit, forcing the blonde to deep throat my shaft by grabbing her blonde hair and forcing it up and down as she gagged on my thickness. By now ND was getting to her feet and Bertha pulled the blondes head off my cock, so SD's head was yanked back looking at the lights but more immediately into Bertha's brown eyes.
"Listen bitch, you better do a good job or I'm gonna come out here and stomp both of your tits flat, you hear me?" she roared into the girls face. She was almost in tears, probably due to the painful grip Bertha had in her blonde hair but also to emphasize her point Bertha had grabbed a handful of SD's titty and squeezed it roughly. The girl nodded saying she'll do whatever Bertha wants. So the big woman got a sly smile across her jowls. And after this match you're to report to room 24 where we'll be waiting. She yanked harder on the blonde's hair to show she meant business.
"You're to walk there naked from the locker room letting anyone grope you, you hear me?"
She tried to nod but it was hard since Bertha had her neck yanked back so far. I was just enjoying the view of her tits thrust out in front so I stepped up and started titty fucking her sweat slicked mams. Bertha yanked her head back when SD went to look at what I was doing, it was sexy hearing her little moans escape while Bertha was yelling at her like a drill sergeants. She told SD she's gonna be used like our sex toy all night and don't be late or her tits will need a bicycle pump after she crushes them flat. The girl nodded and Bertha turned to ND who was still shakingly getting to her feet. I gasped aloud as SD returned to her blowjob, enthusiastically going down on me like some pro street walker.
Bertha grabbed a handful of ND's hair, rammed her head first into the side of the mat a couple times than threw her into the ring, under the bottom rope. ND was still lying on her back when Bertha got to her feet. She took a couple steps back to rebound off the ropes than did a jumping body splash across the brunette. North Dakota made a garbled, wheezing grunt as all of Bertha's 279 pounds came crashing on top of her. Bertha had immobilized the girls arms, they were pinned under my big lovers body. She immediately went down into the girls orange shorts and before I heard the screams I knew my baby went for her finisher.
Bertha's pink nails began clawing at North Dakota's pussy, scratching her inner walls like a cat sharpening it's claws on a couch. North Dakota's legs were kicking in frustration as she couldn't budge Bertha by truck the buck the big woman off.
I was watching kinda over my shoulder as SD's bj sped up in intensity when she heard her partners whaling. As if sensing her own fate if she didn't succeed in her task. The gentlemen sitting in the rows in front of me were sharing their approval of SD's semi forced blowjob with wolf whistles, whenever I'd reach down to play with her titties, or thumbs up when I'd force her head down to gag on me while I fucked her throat with my cock.
"Swallow it, bitch," I hissed as I felt my orgasm approaching. Bertha was drawing blood as she was almost fist deep in North Dakota. Almost in tandem, I buried my shaft all the way down to the balls and erupted in a triumphed roar as my orgasm ripped through me than ND screamed out her submission.
"I quit! I quit! Get her off? Oh my god make her stop!" she screamed at the top of her voice as Bertha's hand came out looking like she had fingered a bitch on her period; just bathed in the girls blood. South Dakota swallowed it all as I fucked her face some more with my still hard dick.
"Don't forget bitch," Bertha spat as she pulled the blonde off my cock by her hair.
"If you don't show up," she said now pointing at the other hooters girl in the ring, still sobbing like a child while being looked at by the doctor. "That will be just a taste of what you get...do you hear me, bitch?" Bertha looked menacingly into the blondes face, close enough to kiss--or breast smother her--as she reached around with her bloody hand to crush the girls boob. She bit her lip to keep from screaming but it was clear from her fidgeting she was in a lot of pain--Bertha has a strong grip.
"Yes mistress," the blonde said without being prompted. I was getting harder watching her dominate the blonde and Bertha noticed giving me a warm smile.
"You're insatiable, that's why I love you," she said and forced SD's head down on my cock again which she began immediately sucking without making a sound--well except for her audible slurping.
Bertha threw blonde, as she referred to the hot 18 year old, onto the floor as Bertha and I made our way to the private room we booked earlier knowing we'd fuck like rabbits after the match. I loved having that big sexy woman ride me.