Back during the 2020 pandemic, after everything had closed down and with attendance at an all time low, the ladies at a Mexican women’s wrestling league adopted a new strategy to pay the bills. While I lived in Texas and worked throughout the pandemic, I had been hearing from some of my Mexican coworkers, and online, about this women’s wrestling club where you could pay to sex wrestle the ladies.
The locals acted like the price was exorbitant but it was only twenty five bucks after the conversion from pesos. Despite the cost of admission only being a dollar, after I paid a taxi at the border to drive me there, I found the crowd was a scarce dozen or so in the small arena that should fit a few hundred people. I took my seat, making sure we all socially distanced, as I watched when the first guy got in the ring to wrestle.
He was a short, hairy dude against a lithe woman in her forties. While normally they wore sparkly attire, because it wasn’t just pro wrestling but lucha libre, the rules stated if you stripped your opponent and won, you got to keep their outfit. So the other women simply wore modest one piece swimsuits, rather than risk losing their expensive gear. The slim milf was about the same size as the guy, maybe 5’05” and a slender 135 pounds or so with a C cup, as she put up a decent challenge.
The pair locked up and, despite a heavy set woman acting as referee, she didn’t call foul when the bearded dude reached behind to grab his opponent’s shoulder length jet black hair. He backed the brunette into the ropes and bent her head back before he tore one of the straps down on her swimsuit, exposing her slightly droopy breasts. She yelled something out in Spanish and the dude pulled her back from the ropes by the hair.
They grappled until he flipped the bitch, one hand in her hair and the other on the loose swimsuit strap. The crowd cheered and shouted stuff in Spanish as the dude dove on top of the milf. He had a big grin on his face as he leaned down to lick her exposed titty, after he secured her hands above her head to the mat and spread her legs in a grapevine. Unfortunately, the referee was there to slap the mat before she signaled for the bell.
The female ref raised his hand after she had counted to three, but the guy looked a little miffed. I think he had planned on trying to fuck the milf but inadvertently pinned her instead. Still his reward wasn’t that bad, the milf kneeled in front of the dude; she pulled his stiff brown prick out of his tighty whiteys and gave him a handjob. He sighed and reached down to grope her exposed boob before the dude tilted his head back and moaned as he came on her tits.
The referee was handed a camera from the time keeper or whoever from ringside and took a picture. That was part of the deal; that if you won you at least got a victory pose picture. It looked like a Polaroid as she waved the printed out picture then handed it to the guy, after the brunette let go of his dick and got up to leave the ring.
The next match had a husky dude against this petite woman in her mid twenties. I never heard anyone be introduced, or even have their flashy entrances. This woman was prettier than the previous milf. Maybe 5’02” and 120 pounds, with shoulder length light brown hair and perky B cups in her form fitting red swimsuit.
This guy seemed to have more fun, like he knew what he was doing. After the bell, he grabbed the twenty-something brunette and lifted her up like she weighed nothing; he paraded her around the ring while she struggled before he body slammed her. He was taller, about 5’07” and probably 180 pounds by his flabby belly but had thick arms. I wasn’t sure how padded their ring was but it sounded like the brunette hit the mat hard, with a loud thud. The dude wasn’t happy enough with this and pulled the girl to her feet with a handful of her long hair before he scooped her up and gave her another body slam.
The resounding boom echoed throughout the empty arena as the girl’s back arched up off the mat. While she was prone before him, the dude stomped down on the brunette’s stomach. She curled into a fetal position on her side, after the babe briefly rolled around, coughing hoarsely. He managed to strip her nude, tossing her red one piece into a corner to presumably take as a souvenir later, before he sat down her back and pulled the brunette into a camel clutch.
The same butch looking referee asked the pretty girl if she wanted to submit, but she just shook her head. Her long hair hung down and clung to her sweaty brow as the dude started saying something to his opponent. I didn’t know any Spanish but either way the brunette just babbled something back and shook her head some more, as she was bent in half by the bigger guy.
It looked like the brunette refused to submit, until the dude switched to crushing her pear sized breasts. I heard the brunette’s screams reverberated throughout the arena as her bare feet kicked wildly on the mat. He still had her in the camel clutch type hold, only the dude had his large hands wrapped around her tits. He squeezed them so hard, I saw her breast meat ooze out between his fingers like silly putty. When he began twisting her orbs, like he was going to rip them off, did she finally start screaming, “I Qweet!”
I cheered and clapped along with the other guys as the dude roughly treated the bitch like she owed him money. He pulled the brunette up with a handful of hair, after he got up off her back and the ref raised his hand as the winner, before he fished his cock out of his tighty whiteys and the brunette began blowing him. The crowd of a dozen other Mexicans and I were cheering, especially when he began groping her tits.
She made these muffled yelps of pain since they were still sore, but nobody, not even the butch referee, seemed to care. He grunted and she pulled his dick out, milking his load onto her breasts, which bore several dark bruises from where his fingers had sunk in. The referee snapped another pic as everyone cheered like a soccer goal was scored.
Finally it was my turn and I was waved into the ring by the referee. It had been so dark it hadn’t dawned on me that all the other guys were probably watching while only wearing their underpants. I felt like a show off as I had stepped out of my black adidas track pants to reveal a snug pair of my custom black speedos, with Stone Kidman, written across my package in an olde english font.
Sadly nobody clapped or anything as I stretched in the ring as a sudden chorus of trumpets and horns played. You weren’t allowed to pick your opponent when you paid so I had assumed most of the women would be in their thirties or forties, with some extra padding around the middle. I was surprised when the entrance music played for their club champion, this diminutive Mexican girl who wore a sparkly white and blue lucha mask that resembled a cat.
All I knew was the time keeper guy suddenly jumped to life and, after he babbled a bunch of Spanish, introduced my opponent as Little Lupe, with all the gusto of a soccer announcer. She was absolutely tiny, maybe 4’10” and not even a hundred pounds. She wore this matching sparkly blue and white kind of halter top and booty shorts. Her hair was dyed blonde and hung out the back of her mask.
I felt at a disadvantage since she wore boots and I had assumed all matches would be barefoot. She looked flat chested but had tiny A cups that I guess the halter was trying to hide. She had this sparkly title belt over her shoulder that she handed to the time keeper, after she entered the ring and posed on the top rope. Her tight little ass looked amazing and I was practically salivating as the referee had us face each other, posed for a collar and elbow, except I hadn’t clocked how fast Little Lupe was.
When I tried to grab her for a takedown, after they rang the bell, it’s like I blinked and she disappeared; I was able to watch a playback of the video later and Little Lupe had slithered out of my grip then ducked underneath me. I only discovered where she was after I felt the little bitch’s boots smack into the back of my head. On the video later, I saw that Lupe had done a flipping dropkick; I was astonished how high this Mexican jumping bean could fly, before I stumbled into the ropes.
My chest has bounced off and my opponent rolled under the back of my legs so I tripped and fell onto my back. It was an inelegant start to my match. Fortunately I had the wherewithal to throw that little brat off after she tried to pin me. To her credit, the butchy ref had gotten a two count before I pushed Lupe off my chest and back several feet.
I remembered how pissed I was when I got up to see that little bitch give me a sarcastic golf clap. I charged at her, trying to tackle the barely eighteen year old brat, but she did a little cartwheel to the side. It left me landing flat on the mat to a chorus of laughter from not only Little Lupe and the ref but also the other guys watching. Now my opponent mocked me as she held two fingers up on either side of her head then mimed like I was a charging bull.
“Toro! Toro!” Lupe said, as she held up some imaginary cape. It felt like I was seeing red as I got to my feet and tried to corral her against the corner, before I leapt in to grab her only for Lupe to bounce up off the bottom rope and go flying right over me. I heard a loud Ole erupt from the crowd as I turned to look behind me. My opponent held up her little horns again, only this time I didn’t wait to be mocked. I ran out and tried to grab her, but the teen kept hopping out of my reach.
Finally I thought I had her trapped against the ropes. “Got you now, you little bitch,” I grunted and had my arms open wide, to block any exit. Lupe wagged her finger at me and said something, most likely scolding me for using naughty language. Either way I just roared as I swung my arms in to grab her when suddenly I was flat on my back again. When I watched later on the video, Lupe had done the same kind of bounce off the bottom rope, only instead of flying over me, she went straight up and nailed me in the chest with another dropkick.
I remembered being on the mat, wondering what happened, when she made her biggest mistake. “El toro tired,” she asked jokingly. I really had a hard time understanding her with her thick accent but she had been leaning over and I managed to reach my left hand up and grabbed a handful of the blonde hair that dangled in my face. She cursed and tried to wiggle away, flailing about like a trapped animal.
I thought I heard the referee tell me to let go of the hair, like oh suddenly it’s illegal, I thought, but it proved moot after I pulled the teen in by her hair. “Toro, toro…,” I shouted and rammed my head into her face, right above Little Lupe’s eye. “Ole!” I roared after my opponent fell to the canvas. She clutched her face and groaned but I pulled Lupe up by her hair before I ran her head into the middle turnbuckle.
She wasn’t tall enough to even reach the top one but I pulled the little bitch’s head back by her hair and rammed her face into it again. I heard the butch referee yelling at me in Spanish over my shoulder, probably about using Lupe’s long hair, but I did my best to ignore her and turned Lupe around. I draped her arms over the middle turnbuckle to hold her up, even though she was slouching a bit, and started working on that flat tummy of hers.
“Ugh! Oomph!” Little Lupe grunted with each blow. She had a firm abdomen but after the fourth or fifth punch, the petite latina folded in half and fell to the mat. The butchy ref tried to admonish me when I pulled the petite lucha girl up by her long blonde locks but I quickly flung Little Lupe with a hairmare. Her back slammed into the mat hard and I decided I liked the sound so I picked up my opponent by her skinny arm. She weighed practically nothing as I lifted Lupe up and drove her into the canvas with a body slam as the booming sound echoed throughout the arena.
The crowd began to hoot and whistle as I stripped the tiny bitch’s halter top off. I leaned down to suck the tiny nipples on her flat chest and enjoyed hearing her soft gasps as she had been panting and wheezing after the slam had driven all the air out of her. When Little Lupe started to stir, trying to push me away, I sat up and drove a fist into her belly button.
She coughed and groaned before rolling into a fetal position. I decided to have some fun and drug Little Lupe over to the ropes by her hair, the referee chattered in Spanish but never interfered. I pulled the teen upright, grabbing the front of her shorts and gave her a pussy wedgie until she stood on her tiptoes. Little Lupe was still trying to get her breath back and started to slap at my hand tugging on her short shorts, when I had wrapped her long hair around the top rope with my other hand.
“Oomph,” the teen grunted after I gave her one last pull on her wedgie before I backed off and drove my fist into her tummy. Her skinny arms tried to cover her abdomen but I twisted her stiff nipple. This made her shriek and I caught her leg when she tried to kick me. I had Little Lupe bounce on one foot as I drove three more punches into her stomach before I finished by driving my knuckles into her crotch.
She shrieked and hung by her hair that I had knotted to the top rope. I told Little Lupe I wanted to have fun with her later, since the prize for winning by orgasm was a night with the loser. I couldn’t help myself and whipped my stiff pecker out and shoved it into her open mouth. Little Lupe had been squealing as she was basically hanging by her hair, after her legs had given out, so I didn’t have to pinch her nose shut. Surprisingly the referee didn’t admonish me as I fucked the petite latina’s mouth until her hair finally came loose.
She fell to the mat, spitting out the taste of my dick, while strands of her hair still hung to the top rope. I grabbed the halter top I had removed a minute ago and choked Little Lupe with it. The referee was counting in my face and shouting. I didn’t want to risk disqualification so I let go, as the lucha bitch laid on the mat, coughing and gasping as she held her throat.
That’s when I dragged Little Lupe by her scrawny legs and rolled her over in a half Boston crab. I held her chicken leg under one armpit while my other hand rubbed at the damp spot between her thighs. She thrashed around and got loose before I could work a few fingers inside her shorts, however I was still holding her sparkly booty shorts when she crawled away; inadvertently stripping Little Lupe nude in the process; save for her lace up boots and mask.
She seemed pissed at this, as she pulled herself up with the ropes but I blew her insolent ass a kiss after I mimed licking between my two fingers. Lupe flipped me the bird and suddenly the crowd seemed to chant for her as the tiny teen rallied back. She appeared to get her second wind and would bounce away anytime I tried to lock up, but wasn’t playing around as each time she parried my lunge with a kind of karate kick to my ribs or back.
Rather than bullrush her, I let Lupe get her breath back and held my hand up for a test of strength. It was high in the air, so much that even if she stood on the middle rope she wouldn’t be able to reach it, but when I lowered a hand she appeared to lock up, only instead she tried to punt kick me in the balls. I assumed this was exactly what she would do and shut my thighs, catching her boot for the second time.
As she bounced on one foot, looking worried for a moment, I was caught off guard as Little Lupe twisted my wrist while our fingers were laced together for the test of strength. The sharp pain made me take a step back, which freed her foot, but she then sprang up off the mat and leapt onto my shoulders. I hadn’t been aware of her vertical game, despite having seen her spring onto the top turnbuckle when she entered the ring. I stumbled around the ring when the latina’s legs tightened around my head, with Little Lupe attached to my face like a leech.
I felt her pulling my mouth against her snatch as I was nearly suffocated in her scissors, until I caught my balance and dropped down, effectively powerbombing the petite luchadora. The resounding boom reverberated throughout the small club, similar to the body slam I gave Little Lupe at the outset of the match. She looked flattened but, while I could’ve rolled her up for a pin, I felt I had a point to make.
I slid out of the ring and pulled the latina with me as I dragged the nude Lupe around by the guard rail. The first few guys on the one side of the ring gathered close as I held the teen upright, bending her skinny arm behind her back in a hammerlock so she thrust her chest out. The greasy Mexican dudes took turns slobbering on her tiny tits and roughly fingering her pussy. She made little yelps of disgust and displeasure, until I pulled Lupe back and held her against the ring apron.
“You’re mine, you understand,” I told her, hoping she understood english, as I shoved my tongue in her mouth. I felt Little Lupe’s body stiffen up in my grasp as I pushed her tiny hand down to feel my erection tenting my speedos. She nervously froze until I began rubbing two fingers against her budding clit. I felt her breathe deeply as our tongues intertwined. I abruptly broke the kiss and pulled Lupe around to the other side of the ring where four Mexican dudes were waiting by the guardrail.
I flipped Lupe upside down, laying her twig legs on my shoulders like I could powerbomb her again, before I dangled her over the guardrail. The men each alternated fucking her mouth while they bit and twisted her nipples. Her screams were muffled by their dirty brown dicks, two of the guys made my opponent jerk them off while they waited to use her mouth. I began moaning into Little Lupe’s trim bush like a harmonica, nibbling on her clit as her body spasmed from their intense toying.
When I pulled her away, I noticed one dude had finished on her chin with a wad of semen clinging like snot. I tossed the bitch in the ring with one arm, because she weighed nothing. I rolled in as she fought to catch her breath. Little Lupe tried to pull away when I pulled the teen to her feet by her skinny arm. I told her if she didn’t submit to me I’d toss her out and let those men use her. She swung a slap that I blocked before she spit in my face.
I think she called me a bad name in Spanish but I was too pissed to care. I pulled her close and drove a knee into her stomach. When Little Lupe fell to the mat wheezing, I lifted her tiny ass up and put her across my shoulders. I bounced her in a torture rack but my other hand was rubbing her clit. She was screaming in pain and gasping with pleasure but I had to drop her before the little bitch submitted.
I wanted the big prize so I stepped out of my speedos and hauled Little Lupe up off the mat before flipping her upside down again. She was in a tombstone position and I made sure she could still reach my cock as I slowly slurped on her snatch. She tasted like strawberries and it wasn’t long until I felt her lips wrap around my rod. I moaned into her muff as I held her tiny body up with one arm then slid a finger up her ass with my left hand.
I felt Lupe start to shudder before she sped up her blowjob, using a hand to stroke me to her mouth. I’m sure I wasn’t the first guy she got off in the ring but I waited until she got me close before I sucked hard on her clit as I pumped my middle finger in and out of her asshole. She was like a firecracker going off as the tiny teen suddenly exploded in my grip. Her legs and arms began thrashing around like she was having a seizure as she gushed pussy juice all over my face like a fountain.
The referee signaled the bell and declared me winner. I was permitted a public use of Little Lupe, where I propped her limp body in the corner on the mat. I backed in and pulled her mouth to rim my ass, making her reach around to jack me, before I turned around to fuck her face until I came on her flat chest.
The crowd of dudes clapped politely as the ref begrudgingly took my victory Polaroid. I gathered up Lupe’s ring gear before I scooped the blonde up and carried her out of the ring over my shoulders like a duffel bag. The dudes I let use Lupe earlier wanted seconds but I waved them off and went down the aisle to the locker room. The owner dude congratulated me and pointed me down a hallway that led to the house next door where the other women lived.
I carried Lupe as my prize past the other lady wrestlers who sneered at me until I asked where I was supposed to go. A few of them pointed to the room with pictures of Little Lupe’s mask on the door. It was a small ranch house and while her roommates gave us space, Lupe herself didn’t resist as I enjoyed her tight body. We fucked in her bed for a few hours, I used her as a toilet in the small shower they had, before I sat with the other women and ate dinner.
I got glares the entire time but Lupe seemed to enjoy herself. However the next morning, the butchy referee yanked me out of Lupe’s bed. She spoke in broken English but said if I ever came back, she would face me herself and would make sure I went home as a woman. I took that to mean she’d keep my balls but I gladly left knowing that this wasn’t the only professional wrestling brothel in Mexico.
The End