Saturday, September 3, 2022

Kate & Skylar: Coworker Catfight

 (Part one of a trilogy. My apologies for the spacing, Blogger's formatting tools stink.)

"Hey, Kate. You got a minute?"

"Sure, what's up?"  I looked up from my lunch. Standing behind me was my co-worker Skylar, who glanced down at my half-eaten Lean Cuisine pizza with a frown.

"Oh, you're on lunch. I'll come back-"

"No, it's fine. What is it?" 

“I’ll show you.”  She waved for me to follow and I grabbed my pizza, taking a big bite as we walked over to her desk. "So, I was going over the pen testing logs."


"Yeah," I mumbled around my food. This was the big project we'd been working on together for months. 

"And I was looking at your workstation, and, well... I found something, uh..." she pushed her glasses up her nose nervously. "Well, I found this." She plopped a thick sheaf of printed pages in front of me. I almost dropped my pizza in shock as I read:


This whole thing started on a Saturday in early June. I like to keep in shape by jogging; it helps clear my head, and with my college classes just wrapping up, if I didn’t get out of my dorm and away from that paper on data structure visualization I was going to scream…


It was the opening of my latest self-published catfight novel. My mind raced as my heart started pounding. How had she seen this? I felt myself starting to sweat and I realized I'd edited the entire thing at work - she must've been sniffing the network traffic to my workstation. With shaky hands I put my pizza down, swallowing nervously. I didn't want to read any further; the first few pages were setup, but it turned NSFW very quickly.


"Kate, are you okay?" Skylar asked innocently. "You look like you've seen a ghost!"

"Who did you show this to?" I picked the stack of papers up, feeding the first page into Skylar's shredder.

"Nobody - what are you doing?"

"Skylar," I hissed. "What's going to happen if someone else sees this?"

"Oh. Oh - oh! Jeez, Kate, nobody's going to see it back here -" she winced as I fed the second page into the shredder too quickly, almost jamming it.


"Skylar. If anybody knows I was writing this at the office, I’m going to get fired!”

"No!" she yelled in a panic, her expression so cartoonish I almost laughed despite myself. "Oh crumb, I didn't think of that!" She grabbed a few pages off the top and I barely managed to stop her from stuffing them in the shredder - that would jam it for sure. 


As we shredded the book - it was going to take a while; I liked making sure my readers got good value for their $2.99 - Skylar peppered me with questions about it. It seemed to have not occurred to her that I made the whole thing up - despite being an early middle aged Asian IT office worker, she just couldn’t seem to wrap her head around the fact that I’d made up the first-person story of a Latina college student having three sexually charged catfights up out of whole cloth. 


“Okay, but do you really know how to fight, though?” she asked, her large, blue eyes fixed on me. “Like-” she picked up the next sheet off the pile - “have you ever done any stuff like this?”

“Wellllllll, yeah… I mean, it’s not really exactly the same. The characters in the book can take way more punishment than a real fight. It’s not very interesting for the reader if you write, ‘I punched Skylar in the face-’” I had to try not to laugh as she winced sympathetically - “‘I punched Skylar in the face. She fell down and hit her head on the desk on the way down. She suffered a serious concussion and went to the doctor. She experienced dizziness and nausea-’”

“Okay, but you really know how to fight like in the book?”

“Yes,” I admitted. 

“When was the last time you had a real fight?” 


This was getting a little close to a subject I wasn’t sure I should be discussing at work, but what the hell. Skylar already had enough information about my side gig to get my ass canned at warp speed if she wanted, so what was the harm in sharing more? 


I told her about my last fight in brief - it had actually been pretty one-sided, some college girl who thought she was hot shit on one of the message boards I frequented had scraped up the courage to challenge me to a no-rules fight, and I’d mopped the floor with her pretty good. Actually, the book was kind of based on real life with the situation reversed now that I was thinking about it - in the book the POV heroine is a young Latina college student up against a devious, beautiful Asian MILF, while in real life it had been a young, college-age Latina up against a Asian MILF…

Skylar picked up on this too: “Oh, so you just reversed the situation? I mean, it’s still really creative, though. So what happened next?”

I tried to skirt around the details, but Skylar kept egging me on, innocently asking “Then what?” as the situation got more and more adult. Well, if that’s what she wanted… I gave her the whole story. By the time I got to the part where I’d made my opponent tap twice and was riding her face to a screaming orgasm Skylar was staring at me open-mouthed.


“Woowww,” Skylar mumbled as I fed the last piece of paper into the shredder. “Do you think we could try that stuff?”

“Skylar,” I sighed, “it’s not always like that in real life. In the book, nobody really gets hurt, but in real life, you can get fucked up really bad.”

“I can take it. Come on, I want to try.”

“Skylar,” I tried again. “Listen. If we fight, it’s not going to be like some Internet story where you can get punched in the face fifteen times and you just get a black eye. You could really get hurt, you need to have training-”

“I’ll get some!”


Well, I never could say no to my co-worker. She was currently fixing me with her best sad puppy dog look. “Okay, fine,” I allowed. “But we’re going to go by my -” I didn’t get any further as Skylar grabbed me in a bear hug, literally squeeing in happiness at my agreement. I made her promise to get trained, telling her I was serious and if she called me the next day after googling “catfight video” and thinking she was ready to go I was going to call the whole thing off. Agreeing enthusiastically, we set up a no-holds barred fight at my place. I told her to wear something she wouldn’t mind getting ripped up (or kept as a trophy) and give me a call when she was ready.


She dived right into it. We didn’t discuss it at work - I was still very jumpy after goofing up and almost getting caught - but she started sending me excited text messages, pictures of herself sweating in her workout gear, working over a heavy bag, getting put into some submission holds by a huge black dude. Just over a month later she told me she was ready and I told her to meet me at my house after work on Friday (she’d already been there a few times for game night). I put the ping-pong table away, laid down my old wrestling mats, set out three cameras to record the action and two coolers full of water and sugar-free Gatorade.


Skylar showed up a little early, so eager to go she was almost vibrating with energy. I led her down to the basement and told her to get changed, curious what she was going to wear. For myself I was going with a new matching lacy black underwear set - if Skylar managed to beat me I was going to let her keep them as trophies. Changed, I turned to look to see Skylar standing across from me wearing a plain sky blue bra and blue and white striped bottoms, the look finished with sheer white thigh socks with blue bows at the top.


“Nice outfit,” I told her as we came together in the center of the mats.

“Thanks,” she ran her eyes up and down over my body. I gave her the once over in return, starting with her head. Skylar has long, dark blonde hair down just past her shoulders, a large forehead, big squinty blue eyes behind thick glasses (which she was still wearing), a wide nose she was self-conscious about, and a large mouth. She was always worried people would notice her nose first, but for me I was always looking at her mouth, which was endlessly fascinating to me. When she was thinking hard she would tap a fingernail against her closed teeth (and would get annoyed if I started bopping along to the beat), when she cracked a difficult problem her smile could light up the whole room, and when things weren't going her way she had a pouty, comically overexaggerated frown that was so cute it was hard for me not to crack up giggling; she looked like a disappointed anime character.


I moved down to her body. We’re both a little above average height, me about 5’5” and Skylar maybe an inch and a half taller; we’re both built slim with small boobs, Skylar’s cute little handfuls topped with large pink nipples, mine just a little bit more modest with small, dark nipples, already hard in my bra - I was, truthfully, just as excited as Skylar for our fight. I tucked some of my not-quite shoulder length black hair behind my left ear as we got ready to start.


“Okay, two things first,” I told her as I reached out and gently took her glasses off. “I really don’t want to break these. Can you fight without them?”

“Yeah,” she squinted. I went over to her corner and laid them across her clothes, then came back to the center of the ring and squared up with her. 

“You’re sure you still want to do this? It’s not too late to back out.”

“I’m sure,” she told me, screwing what I think was supposed to be a look of bulldog determination on her face. It looked more like a little kid about to try and get her mom to buy her a new video game. 


“All right. Second, the safe word. It’s ‘Tetris’. You know how the safe word works?”

“Yes, if either one of us says it the action stops right away.”

“Okay, good. Well, if you’re ready, take a few steps back, then we’ll start.” We both backed up, and I put my fists up and barked “Fight!” 


Skylar came at me more aggressively than I'd anticipated, her hands up in a boxer's guard. I waited to see what she'd do and she opened with a lightning quick slap I barely managed to block with my forearm. She followed up with a quick left aimed at my belly, which I also managed to block at the last second; with my hands low, she fired off a right hook, and I yanked my head back as her fist sailed past my face. Frowning with annoyance, she tried another low left which I took on my hands, then a straight right at my head I turned away from.


"C'mon, Kate. Don't just block, you gotta hit me back!"

"Okay," I grunted, deploying my own attack, a high left jab. She fell right into my trap, raising her hand too high as she blocked it, leaving herself open for my followup right, my fist slamming into her stomach. She backed up, covering herself, eyes wide with shock. I knew the look well - either she would call it off right here after taking her first good hit, or she'd straighten up and come after me. 


"Well, you want to keep going?" I prompted. Her response was a loud war cry as she launched herself at me. This caught me by surprise, my opponent getting her hands on my shoulders, and before I knew what was happening she pulled me forward into a brutal knee strike, her hard kneecap slamming into my stomach. Now I was the one back up covering myself, but she was right on me, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back.


"Get off!" I gasped, trying and failing to blindly push her away. To my surprise she actually released me.

"Kate, are you okay? Was I hurting your neck?"

“Yes,” I growled. “But that’s fine, we’re fighting. You don’t really have to let me go unless I say the safe word. Now come at me and-”


Before I could finish she was flying at me with a right hook aimed at my jaw, and this time I was too slow to get out of the way, her fist crashing into my face, turning my whole body with the impact. I tripped over my feet and fell, hitting the thick mat on my face and rolling over woozily. Skylar was standing over me, her hands still balled into fists but held low and loose, a look of complete shock on her face.


"I did it!" she yelled. "I knocked you down with one punch! Holy schamoly! Kate, did you see that?!"

"Not quick enough," I grumbled, slowly getting to my feet, shaking my head. I made a note to be careful of her punches - in fact, maybe it would be better just to grapple with her. 


I saw Skylar getting herself set to continue the fight, but she'd left me enough of a window of opportunity to easily come in on her, brace my left leg behind her right, and push on her shoulders, taking her down to the floor. I followed her, making sure to land on top, trying to knock as much air out of her lungs as possible. Skylar was left panting, her eyes bugging out. I rolled her over and uncinched her bra, then rolled her back onto her chest, whipping it off her body. 


“I’m keeping this,” I told her. “Just so you know.”

“Okay,” she nodded. Hmm, she had recovered quickly - maybe I should have pressed the attack more aggressively. Well, too late now. She shoved me back, and I got to my feet, trying not to get distracted by my opponent’s bare chest.


This, I’m afraid, was a recurring problem for me - I couldn’t keep my eyes off my opponent’s body as I stripped them. I was able to keep from noticeably moving my gaze down to Skylar’s bare chest, her small, slightly pear-shaped breasts with large delicious pink nipples, her fist coming right at -


Skylar’s hook smashed into my face, and she knocked me down with one punch again. I hit the mats on the floor, tasting blood in my mouth this time.

“Fuck!” I barked, angry at myself for getting distracted. “God damn it!”

“Kate, are you okay? I-”

“Yes!” I yelled angrily, getting to my feet. “I’m fine! Let’s fight!” I advanced on Skylar, and she backed up, weathering my assault, covering her head and chest with her arms. 


She brought me up short with a wild kick aimed at my crotch. I turned my body and took it on one thigh, trying to calm myself down. She was too good for me to easily get through her guard, so I started going around it, hooking punches into her ribs. Skylar took two of these before she started backing up, and I pursued her, working her towards one of the walls.


Someone had shown Skylar some good footwork, but it wasn’t quite the same as real fight experience. I was able to corral her, cutting her off from the rest of the room, pushing her back until her back pressed up against the wall.


“Nowhere to go, Skylar,” I gloated, coming in with a low left. She dropped her hands and took the blow on her forearm, leaving her totally open for the following right that smashed into her jaw.


Skylar dropped, landing on her butt, back against the wall. I came in, bracing my hands on her head, and slammed my knee into her face. Skylar slowly fell to her left, coming to rest on her side, her eyes glassy.


“See, Skylar?” I prodded her with my foot. “I told you, it’s not like a story. Doesn’t feel good, does it?”

“Muh,” Skylar groaned. I dragged her out into the room a little bit, then grabbed her waistband and pulled her bottoms off. I walked over to my corner, stopping to collect her bra on the way, neatly piling my new trophies up.


“See that, Skylar?” I turned to see she was sitting up, a blank look on her face. “I got all your clothes. What do you say to that?”

“I’m just getting started,” Skylar told me, although she was still a little wobbly as she stood up. “I’m going to get your clothes now!”

“Yeah? Come get them, girl!”


We closed up and Skylar appeared to be going head-hunting. I wasn’t terribly surprised - she probably thought she could knock me down with one punch (admittedly, she already had twice). I played along, toying with her a little bit. I ducked away from a blockbuster right: “Ooh, you almost got me that time!” I weaved left around an uppercut: “Sooo close!” 

“Hey, Kate,” Skylar panted. “Do you always talk this much during a fight?”

“Sure, why?”

“You missed something.”

“What-”


My question was cut short as Skylar’s knee slammed up into my pussy. All of the strength was washed out of my body, replaced by blinding pain. I leaned against Skylar, moaning into her shoulder, unable to stay vertical under my own power. Skylar wrapped her arms around me and unleashed a textbook belly to belly suplex, lifting me up over her, then bringing me back down to slam into the mats, the impact ringing through the back of my skull.


Skylar seemed to be past the point of asking if I was okay anymore; I almost missed it as she lifted her foot and stomped on my face, her heel smashing into my mouth. I rolled over with a moan, getting to all fours before Skylar straddled me, deftly unhooking my bra.


“I told you I’d get this, Kate,” she whispered in my ear. “Wanna see another move I learned?”

“Not really-”

It was too late. With the speed of someone who had practiced this repeatedly she looped my bra around my neck and pulled. I didn’t even have enough time to tell her it was a nice move before I was choking, frantically slapping at Skylar’s hands.


“What do you think, Kate?” she growled, pulling as hard as she could, the underwire digging into my windpipe. I was helplessly drooling now, without even enough air to say the safe word, wondering if I was about to be accidentally killed in my basement.


As my vision started thickening and wobbling, I threw my elbow back. I could tell from Skylar’s gasp it had landed right, and the pressure released immediately as she fell backwards, coughing. I collapsed to the mats, rolling over and rubbing my neck, gasping.


“Kate,” Skylar sat up and was staring at me, “are you okay?”

“No choking,” I managed to gasp between rasping breaths. “No rule, no choking.”

“Okay - do you want to stop? You’re beet red!”

“We can stop if you give up,” I growled, pleased at least at how deep and menacing my voice was temporarily.

“Err, no,” Skylar got up, “I haven’t even gotten your bottoms yet.”

“Good,” I stood to match her, trying not to let her see how gassed I was. 


I came in on her aggressively, but I was still slowed by the damage her choke had inflicted, and she slapped away my opening left, coming in and trying for a gut punch I barely was able to drop my other arm to catch. That left her guard disordered, and I tried for a right at her jaw, but she faded back, using her slight reach advantage to avoid the punch, then coming in with a left aimed at my head. I blocked it with my forearm, falling for her feint, leaving myself uncovered as her right smashed into my stomach.


Winded, I tried to push her away. It turned out those pictures Skylar had sent me of her working the heavy bag hadn’t been just for show as she rung me up, stunning me with a left hook to the jaw, a heavier right into the same spot on my belly, a left to the ribs, and finished with a knockout right, her fist slamming into the side of my head.


I went down heavily, landing on the mats with a grunt. Skylar pounced, pulling my panties off, standing over me holding them and beaming.

“See, Kate? I got your bottoms!” 

“Great,” I snarled, shoving her legs and getting up. “Come on.” 

“Wait, wait,” Skylar told me, and I watched as she skipped over to her corner, piling my lost underwear into a neat pile. “You’re sure I can keep these?”


“Yes!” I barked. “Come on, we’re fighting! Get back out here!”

“Okay, okay.” She put her fists up and closed on me. It was time to change tactics - she was a pretty good fistfighter, and I didn’t want to play to her strengths. As we came together I held my hands like I was going to box her, but at the last second took a step back and charged.


Skylar hesitated for just a second, but that was all I needed. I tackled her hard to the floor, hearing the air gush out of her as my shoulder hit her stomach, then the solid thunk of her head smacking off the mats. I rolled her over, sitting down on her back, dragging her arms back over my legs and linking my hands under her chin.


“You know what this one is, Skylar?”

“Camel clutch,” she gasped.

“Very good.” I pulled on her chin, her upper body coming off the floor as I stretched her neck and back. 


But only for a moment; I had another target in mind: “You know, Skylar, these matches aren’t all about hurting your opponent,” I purred, my hands dropping to her chest, cupping her tits. “When you make a girl cum her brains out, she’s just as helpless as if you knock her out with a punch. Right?” I leaned down to whisper in her ear: “Are you going to cum your brains out for me, Skylar?”


Her response was to push off with her legs - I’d moved too far forward and went flying off her with a surprised yell, landing awkwardly on my chest and rolling over to see her charging me, aiming a kick at my face. I just barely ducked, and Skylar went flying past me. She tried to stop, comically windmilling her arms, but couldn’t manage it before smacking into the wall with a splat. 


Skylar bounced off and fell down, landing on her back dazed. I pounced, getting behind her, pulling her up to a sitting position. I sat down behind her, bracing my feet against the backs of her knees to keep her closing her legs, pressing my tits into her back, reaching around her body to cup her breasts.


“What was your favorite part of the book?” I whispered in her ear. “The younger woman getting dominated by the sexy, older Asian lady?” I ran my hands over her hard nipples with what I hoped was a sultry laugh. Skylar leaned back against me with a moan. I ran my right hand down her stomach, down between her legs, gently brushing my fingertips against her pussy.


“Well, Skylar?” I purred. “Have you had enough? Don’t bother struggling; I’ll finish you just like this.” I slowly inserted one finger, savoring Skylar’s gasp as I slid it all the way home and started slowly pumping her. “You know how many girls I’ve beaten like this, Skylar?” I added another finger, Skylar shaking in my grip. “First, I’m going to make you cum,” I told her, “then, I’m going to sit on your face -” I added the final touch, my thumb lazily circling her clit.


Skylar burst out of my grip with a scream. Thinking I’d had her finished, I’d relaxed my legs, and I had gotten so locked into working Skylar over it took me a second to realize what was happening. Meanwhile Skylar shot to her feet in front of me, and I’d only managed to back up and just start standing when she came in and smashed her knee into my stomach. 


I dropped to my knees, gasping, then bent over, holding myself up with one hand, the other around my tummy. I knew I had to get up, but before I could catch my breath Skylar was straddling me, grabbing my ankles, pulling up, dumping me on my chest. I realized she was locking on a Boston crab as she bent me backwards.


“What do you think, Kate?” She chirped, leaning back, bending me into a C shape.

“Doesn’t hurt at all,” I wheezed. “Might as well let me go.”

“Oh, come on. I spent a long time practicing this!” She scooted back a bit, trapping my feet in her armpits.

“I can tell,” I gasped, trying not to let on how much this was hurting my back. I planted my palms on the floor and pushed, but I couldn’t force Skylar off; she was too far up my back, only my face, shoulders and arms still on the floor.


“You know, Kate, I never answered your question.”

“What?” I groaned. My entire back was bent like a bow now.

“About my favorite part of the book!”

“Oh.” I hoped she was going to keep talking as I looked for a way out of this. 

“It’s the part where our plucky young heroine makes the evil Asian MILF cum her brains out.”

“Uh huh.” Could I try and twist my body? No use.

“Sooooo,” she released my left leg, leaving it flapping in the air, “did you like that part of the book, too?”


My answer was a sharp gasp as Skylar began teasing my pussy with her free hand. 

“Kate, you didn’t answer my question,” she told me, sounding very innocent for a girl who had me locked in a Boston crab while fingering me. “Did you like that part of the book?”

“It was fine,” I moaned.

“I loved it. I touched myself while I was reading it.”

“Great,” I panted. “Good.” This was bad. I wasn’t going to finish any time soon from this, but as long as Skylar had me trapped, she could finish me at her leisure. Maybe I was going about this the wrong way - my biggest advantage over Skylar was my experience. Could I use that?


“Skylar,” I started, a plan slowly forming in my mind, “how are you going to finish me off?”

“Huh?” Her fingers stopped for a second. “Just like this, silly.”

“Oh, okay.”

“What? What’s wrong with this?”

“Nothing. Just…”

“Tell me!” 

“Well, a Boston crab… it’s kind of lame, isn’t it?”

“Lame?”

“Yeah, you know… boring.”

“Boring!” Skylar repeated disbelievingly. “Boring?”


She let me go, and I flopped to the floor with a sigh of relief. It was short lived as Skylar pulled me up to my feet, yelling “Boring!”. She wrapped her arms around me, lifting me up, then slammed me down on her knee in an inverted atomic drop.


I screamed, rolling off her leg and onto the floor, holding my aching crotch. Suddenly getting felt up in that Boston crab didn’t seem so bad. Skylar was right on me, pulling me up to my feet again, locking her arm around my head, throwing herself backwards, taking me with her and smashing the top of my head into the mats.


I was seeing stars as I rolled onto my back, staring up at three Skylars hazing through each other. 

“Was that boring?” she asked, standing over me, apparently sincerely. I couldn’t respond and she moved to attack, going down to my feet and applying a textbook figure four leglock, exerting alarming pressure on my left ankle and even more so my right knee.


“Fuck!” I screamed, leaning up. I couldn’t even pretend this didn’t hurt; after just a few seconds of Skylar hyper-extending my knee, I was biting down a howl.

“Good, right?” Skylar pressed her upper body off the mat with her hands, adding even more pressure. “That hurts, right? I wanted to make you scream from pleasure, but…”


I put all the energy I could into rolling us over, reversing the pressure. Skylar released the hold immediately and started getting up. I tried to stand as well, but my right knee buckled as soon as I put some weight on it.


“Oh, Kate,” Skylar frowned. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” I waved her off. “I just need a minute.”

“I don’t think so,” she came in on me. “I’m going to finish you off-”


Skylar made a rookie mistake, just walking right up to me. I was hurt pretty seriously, but I’m most dangerous when I’m cornered, and Skylar walked right into an uppercut between the legs, her eyes going comically wide for a second before she backed up a step, yelling in pain, covering her crotch with her hands. I scooted forward and kicked her legs out, dumping her on her back. 


We both took a second to recover. Skylar rubbed her face and sat up, while I tenderly got to my feet, managing to put a little weight on my leg this time. Skylar finished standing up, shaking her head and putting her fists up in front of her. 


“Hey, Skylar,” I started as we closed. “How’s your pussy feeling?”

“Not great,” she admitted. “Did I hurt yours with that atomic drop?”

“Yes.” It felt a little better now, the searing ache reduced to a low throb.  “Actually, that really fucking hurt.”

“I’m sorry.” She shot in with a jab I ducked under. “Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?”

“Sure,” I came back with a quick left at her gut she dropped her arms to catch. “After I make you tap.”


Skylar didn’t respond to this, concentrating on our fistfight. She’s not even two inches taller than me, but she seemed to think she had a huge reach advantage, and faded back out of easy engagement range. To be fair, an experienced fighter might have been able to make that inch and a half of height she had into a real problem for me, but Skylar just didn’t have the experience; the envelope - if there was one - where she was in comfortable punching range and I wasn’t was tiny, and Skylar couldn’t find it.


Not for lack of trying. She kept fading back to different distances, getting more frustrated every time she threw a punch and I closed back up, her face turning red, her lips pressed together and her eyes bugging out in a look of concentration that almost had me laughing. Skylar was so focused on this she wasn’t paying attention to my legs. 


I came in low, kicking her left knee out. Skylar went over backwards with a yell and hit the floor. It was time to end the fight, and I got down on the mat quickly, scooting forward between Skylar’s legs. She sat up as I grabbed her ankles, pressing forward until we were crotch to crotch.


“Hey, Skylar. Ever done this before?”

“What?” she asked innocently.

“Oh, boy. You’re really going to love this.” With that I pressed my pussy against hers. Skylar gasped, but to her credit she returned the attack, gripping my own ankles. We ended up with my right leg over her left, my own left leg under her right. We started tribbing, each of us pushing our pussy up against the other.


I definitely had more experience at this than her, but Skylar wasn’t making it easy. I was handicapped by both of us having busted the other’s crotch, and the position that clearly did the most for Skylar rubbed up right on a sore part of my labia where she’d dropped me on her knee. I had to settle for a higher position, one that gave me a bit more sensation than I really wanted; after coming all this way, I couldn’t bear the thought of losing to Skylar and cumming first. 


And even keeping that little advantage wasn’t easy. Skylar kept moving around, looking for her own position that did more for me than it did for her. I was able to bluff her pretty good, keeping my face impassive when she was really hitting me right, moaning and squirming a little bit in fake enjoyment when she wasn’t doing much for me. What I really wanted to do was fake loving it when she was pressing on my sore spot, but that was a little too uncomfortable to pull off.


“Kate, this feels really good,” Skylar admitted as I got her back into the correct position, mashing my pussy against hers. 

“Yeah,” I panted, unable to completely disguise my enjoyment. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“No,” she slurred. “Not like this. Oh, God, Kate!”

“Having a good time?”

“Yes,” she moaned, her eyes shut in ecstasy. It looked like it was time for the finishing blow.

“You’re going to love this,” I told her, moving my hips up a little bit, rubbing my clit against hers. I knew I’d won when Skylar stopped moving her hips, laying back and releasing my ankles to cup her breasts. 


I helped her along with a little trash talk: “Is this everything you imagined, Skylar?” I taunted, bullying her clit with mine. “Are you going to cum now?” She started bucking her hips back against me, but now it was a wild, uncontrolled reaction to the pleasure I was flooding her body with instead of her earlier doomed resistance. “Yeah, that’s it,” I growled, my voice rasp with arousal. “Let me hear you cum!”


Skylar turned out to be a screamer, her howl of finishing pleasure bouncing off the ceiling and the walls. She squirmed frantically on the mats, and I held on to her ankles, making sure she was well and truly finished. She came down slowly, her scream tailing off into a loud moan, then down into gentle panting as she lay on the floor totally limp.


I released her slowly - if that had been faked, she deserved an Oscar, but you never knew. I crawled on top of her, looking down at her face, her mouth open with her tongue hanging out.


“Skylar,” I whispered, gently tapping her cheeks. “Skylar, speak to me.”

“Holy schamoly,” she groaned, her eyes still closed. “Did I lose?”

“Yes,” I smiled. “But, just to be sure- “ I reached back, between her legs, resting my hand on her pussy. “Tell me you give up?”

“I give up.”

“Good.” I pulled my hand back. “Well, you know what happens now, right?”

“You’re going to ravage me?” she asked in a small voice, her eyes opening slowly.

“Yes.” With that I slid all the way up, squatting over her face. “Now what was that about kissing my pussy?”


She leaned up and started eating me out, displaying a little bit more enthusiasm than skill. That was fine - victory is the best aphrodisiac. I helped her along a bit playing with my clit, my other hand reaching down to steady myself on her shoulders. Between getting worked up from the tribbing and the rush of winning, I knew I wasn’t going to last long; I could have taken my hand off my clit and savored it a little more, but I was close enough that I wanted to cum pretty badly.


Skylar wrapped her arms around my thighs and got in even deeper, her tongue pressing into my pussy with each lick. Pleasure spread out from my crotch, building and building, the insistent sensation of Skylar’s tongue waggling in my snatch along with the pleasing buzz of me playing with my clit, until it was too much.


Skylar kept licking me through my climax, and a bit after, until I had to gently push on her forehead, guiding her head back down to the mat before I rolled off her.

“Wow,” Skylar murmured as she sat up. “That was really fun!”

“Great,” I sighed happily. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Yeah,” she got up, going over to the corner to get a drink of water and wipe her face. I just watched, content to lay there. By the time she’d cleaned herself up and come back over to offer me a bottle of my own, I’d sat up, she pulled me up to my feet.


“Soooooooooo,” she started as I took the cap off and drank half the bottle in one go, “Uh.... rematch?”

“We’ll see,” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I had a lot to think about. 

“Come on, you need material for another book, right?”

“Skylar-”

“Oh!” she gasped, her eyes impossibly wide. “Are you going to make this into a book?”

“No-”

“Okay, but you need a sequel, right? What if -”


It was going to be a long day after all.


Wednesday, March 2, 2022

Real Work Wife Mixed Wrestling

I knew I shouldn’t be checking my book sales at work, but my curiosity had gotten the better of me. I was really proud of my latest one, a mixed wrestling book called Work Wife Mixed Wrestling, and I figured a quick little peek at the sales dashboard wouldn’t hurt.

That was, of course, the moment my real-life work wife Sharyn picked to walk into my cube. I almost jumped out of my skin at her “Rob?”, minimizing the browser and turning around to face her. “What are you looking at?”

“What?” I laughed nervously.

“That tab you didn’t want me to see.”

“Uhhhhh-” Oh, shit. Oh, shit. 

“Looked like you’re selling books?”

“Yes.”

“Hey, cool. What kind of books are you selling?”

“Ummm…. sports,” I tried. I mean, wrestling’s a sport.

“Sports.” She wasn’t buying it. “Did you know you’re turning hot pink right now?”

“Sharyn-”

“I wanna read one of your books.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I muttered. 

“Oh, why not? Something you don’t want me to see? I’m pretty sure I saw your author name, I can just go home and-”

“Okay!” I admitted defeat. “Okay. I’ll send you a coupon code. But don’t read it at work. I’m not responsible if you hate it!”

“I’m sure I’ll love it,” she grinned. “Oh - and the reason I came in here.” She handed me a card to sign for a co-worker who was leaving for a state job for me to sign. I scribbled my name and handed it back, already thinking about which book to send Sharyn.


When I got home I just bit the bullet and sent her a copy of Work Wife Mixed Wrestling. Sharyn’s a very smart woman, and she was going to find it sooner or later, I figured - might as well get it all out there now. I guess I was a little curious what she’d think, as well. I had to admit I had kind of cribbed my fictional work wife in the book, Lissa, from my real work wife, Sharyn. I’d taken her measurements exactly - 5’9”, very curvy figure - but then made her white and blonde to cover my tracks. In real life Sharyn is a beautiful black woman in her mid 20’s with a smile that could light up a room.


The next day Sharyn came into my cube right at 9 AM: “Why did you make me white?”

“Good morning, Sharyn.”

“Yeah, good morning. You changed my name. And why am I white?”

“Well, it’s not really you in the book-”

“Why not?! I’m your work wife!”

“It’s fiction! Besides, it’s creepy putting a real person in a book, don’t you think? How would you feel if you opened it up and here’s Sharyn engaging in sex wrestling without me asking you first?”

“Flattered!” 


It’s fair to say I was totally puzzled by this reaction, but I guess it could have been worse. Sharyn pressed right on:  “Well, you can fix it in the sequel.”

“Sequel?”

“Yeah, Lissa, whatever her name is can get fired, then Sharyn gets hired-”

“Err, I wasn’t planning on a sequel, actually.”

“Why not? The last line is a sequel hook, isn’t it?”

“Um, I guess... I kind of just left that in there in case,” I stammered. “Err, the story’s kind of over, isn’t it? You know, a nice satisfying conclusion for everyone.”

I’m not satisfied!” Sharyn simmered. “And I’m the reader! You have to keep the reader happy!”

“You got the book for free!”

“That’s not the point, Rob! Look, do you need some inspiration, is that it?”

“What?”

“Well, look, in the book, Lissa learns how to wrestle, right?”

“I mean, yeah. But I implied it took a while-”

“That’s fine. You probably don’t want to push a sequel out immediately anyway, tease the reader a little bit. So, I booked us for lessons at-”

“What?!” 

“Oh, do you already know how to wrestle? Well, maybe I can get a refund. So-”

“Sharyn,” I held up my hands, “Sharyn, stop. Slow down. You did what?


Sharyn had a habit of going a mile a minute when she got excited, and she was currently very excited. I sat there stunned as she outlined her plan for us to have a real wrestling match, which would, in her mind, serve as the basis for a sequel featuring her. In the published book, the winner had their way sexually with the loser, and I couldn’t help but make sure she really knew what she was getting into:


“Sharyn, look, are you sure you want to do this? Remember the stakes in the book?”

“Yeah, of course!”

“So if you lose-?”

“Well, I’m prepared, but I bet I’m not going to lose,” she grinned. “I know all your secrets now. You wrote what you like, right?”


This wasn’t 100% accurate. There was a bit more, uh, anal femdom in the book than I think I really enjoyed in real life. Should I tell her? On the one hand, if she went to that stuff, it might give me an edge and help me not finish. On the other hand, I wasn’t sure I wanted to go through what the hero in the book had endured. 


Before I could decide on this, Sharyn had pressed on. Assuming that I was going to agree, she’d already paid for a full course in wrestling for the both of us, as well as setting up a place and time two months out, picking out outfits for us both, and coming up with a safeword (the same one from the book). I have to admit she thought of everything, and I found myself without any objections. In fact, as it dawned on me that we were really going to do this, I started getting excited myself.


At least until Sharyn got into the notes she’d taken: “Now, let’s see. You wrote that your work wife is, uh,” she pulled out her phone and read off the screen,  “‘50 pounds overweight’. I think you can put that more flatteringly next time, don’t you? How about, ‘a beautiful curvy figure’? You can talk about her shape more in the sequel. Some super banging titties. Do you want to write this down?”

“I won’t forget ‘super banging titties’.”

“Okay, because I’m going to see if that shows up. Now real boobs that big have a kind of natural teardrop shape, you know? You could mention that. And how about her butt? There’s different kinds of butt shapes too. For Sharyn, I’d be picturing a curvy, rounded kind of ass. Right? You sure you don’t want to write this down?”


I got my pen and notepad and the rest of the morning was spent writing down her feedback, after which we got back to work. It was hard to concentrate knowing what we were going to be doing. In the book I had written that time seemed to pass both slowly and too fast during training, and that was true of the next two months as I learned how to actually wrestle and started getting in shape. Sharyn didn’t help by coming by two or three times a week to ask how training was going and tease me about how she was going to whoop my ass and fire up my imagination.


Finally the night arrived and here we were in the middle of a half-size ring in a private room at a downtown gym. I was wearing the outfit Sharyn had picked out for me, navy blue trunks, while she was sporting the same outfit in real life my fake work wife had in the book - a size 16 Tall bubblegum pink one-piece she filled out very nicely. 


Now let me check my notes here: Sharyn has a beautiful curvy figure with large, natural, teardrop-shaped super banging titties, as I found out later topped with thick, dark nipples over a soft, full belly. In back she has a curvy, round ass, most of it on display as the back of her suit disappeared between her buttcheeks. She must have been wearing contacts as her usual thick glasses were gone, and her hair was in thick dreadlocks down past her shoulders. She has a round face, dark eyes, a wide nose and full lips, currently set into a wide smile.


“Well, what do you think?” Sharyn asked, posing, flexing her big arms. 

“You look amazing.”

“Thanks. Wait until you see me without the suit,” she winked. “Well, are we ready?”

“I’m ready.”

“Okay, ding ding ding!” Sharyn yelled and the match was on. She held her hands up and offered me a lockup. I accepted and quickly found out that Sharyn was just as strong as I expected - a little bit stronger, in fact, than me. She began working that little bit hard, her muscles standing out against her dark skin as she growled with effort, trying to force me down. 


“Get down there!” Sharyn panted at me. “On your knees in front of me!” 

I didn’t bother responding, putting all of my effort into my losing battle to stay standing. My opponent grinned savagely down at me as she managed to get me into a kneel, then kept going, pushing me over on my back, sitting down on my stomach, pinning my wrists to the wrestling mat.


“Got you,” she crowed. “Guess we know who’s stronger! Put this in the book!” 

“Okay,” I gasped, trying and failing to unseat her by pushing up off the mat. Sharyn grinned down at me, clearly enjoying her commanding position.

“C’mon, move me off,” she ordered, the smug smile on her face letting me know she thought I couldn’t do it.


Unfortunately, she was right. I tried rocking her off to the side, I tried pressing straight up, but she didn’t budge. I tried to lift my hands off the mat, but she kept them pinned. I tried to lean my legs up and get my feet into her armpits, but she was sitting too far down.


“You got me,” I finally admitted with a defeated sigh. I had hoped Sharyn might now let me up. Instead, she scooted up and leaned down, the overhead lights disappearing behind her as she applied a titsmother. 


I took a deep breath in the second I had between realizing what she was doing and the hold being applied, and I needed it right away. No matter which way I turned there was only suffocating darkness and the smooth softness of Sharyn’s swimsuit. 


I resumed struggling, hoping that perhaps the threat of dying between Sharyn’s tits would give me some kind of desperate strength that would let me throw her off. It didn’t; if anything the lack of air made me weaker, and Sharyn didn’t budge as I frantically pushed against her.


She leaned up before I passed out, and I took in a huge breath, eagerly sucking down air as my victorious opponent stared down at me. 

“C’mon, Rob, this is too easy. You’re not done already, are you?”

“Just catching my breath,” I gasped.

“Yeah, and then what? You can’t get me off you.”

“Let me try again.”

“No, I think you need a little extra motivation. Here,  I know what’ll get you going.” With that she released my wrists, her eyes fixed on mine as she reached up and took down the straps on her suit, peeling it down to her stomach, her breasts flopping free, her dark nipples hard with excitement. 


“There,” she grabbed my wrists again, “now if you can’t get out this time, you’re going under to a naked titsmother. I bet your struggling will feel great against my tits!” With that she started lowering herself again.

“Sharyn, wait!” I squealed. 

“What?” she asked, stopping for a second, her heavy tits hanging just over me. “I’m gonna put you out unless you escape or say the safe word.”

“Okay, but if you just knock me out, that doesn’t give me a lot of material for the sequel,” I pleaded. I could see the gears turning in her mind.

“Yeah, all right,” she agreed. “But I’m also not just gonna let you up.”

“Let me suck on your tits.”

“Gee, Rob,” she grinned, “you talked me into it!” She lowered herself a little bit, dragging her left nipple over my mouth. I got it between my lips, running my tongue over it, rewarded by a deep, happy moan from my opponent.


We spent a pleasant few moments like this, Sharyn switching breasts occasionally, letting me worship her hanging breasts, eventually starting to squirm on top of me. Finally, she leaned up, breaking contact.


“So, will you let me up now?” I asked hopefully.

“All right,” Sharyn agreed. “You earned it.” 


With that she got off me. I stood up and we squared off, circling each other. I tried not to stare at my opponent’s bare breasts, shiny with my spit. Or could I use that to my advantage? I made a show of staring, practically slobbering at the sight as we closed up, making an obvious grab at her tits.


Sharyn attempted to intercept me, reaching for my wrists, caught totally by surprise as I faked her out, instead going high, grabbing her shoulders and administering a simple bodyslam, lifting my opponent up, then bringing her down heavily on her back.


Oof!” Sharyn grunted as her back hit the mat. I pressed the attack, dropping an elbow into her soft stomach. I had practiced this move in training and executed it well here, the hard tip smashing into my opponent’s belly so hard Sharyn sat up for a second from the impact before flopping back over, moaning, covering the impact spot with both hands, temporarily helpless.


I grabbed Sharyn’s suit, pulling it down off her hips. She made a belated grab for it, too late as I got it all the way down her legs and off, leaving her bare ass naked. It dawned on me that this may have been a mistake as she got to her feet, having had a moment to catch her breath.


Well, too late now. I raised my hands again, but Sharyn just raised her eyebrows, hands on her hips: “What do you think?”

“You look great.”

“Better without the suit, right?”

“Definitely,” I nodded, watching her shoulders and hands, trying to figure out what she was up to. 

“Now you wanna take yours off, or do you want me to come and get it?”

“Come get it.”

“You sure?” she began edging towards me. “Might be easier for you to just give it up. I’m not gonna be gentle.”

“I’m sure.” My instinct was to back up as Sharyn came close, but I fought it, waiting until she was in range and lunging at her, trying to grab her.


Of course, this was exactly what my opponent was waiting for. She weaved to the side, then lifted her knee into my oncoming stomach. The force of my own charge was used against me as her kneecap smashed into my belly.


I stumbled backwards, hunched over, momentarily defenseless. Sharyn came right after me, only avoiding my stomach I think because I was shielding it, instead grabbing my head, turning her back to me, fitting her right shoulder under my chin and throwing herself down to the mat, landing on her butt. 


I came with her, my jaw cracking into her shoulder with such force I bounced off, landing on my back, moaning. I rubbed my jaw, deciding it wasn’t broken, then looked up to see my opponent on her knees next to me.


“Told you,” Sharyn informed me as she grabbed my waistband. Now it was me reaching too slow for my suit as she yanked it off, my half-hard cock springing into view. Sharyn reached for it with a grin, but I intercepted her, grabbing her wrists. 


“Wasting your time,” Sharyn grunted. She turned out to be right - I’d forgotten that she was stronger than me, and although it was a struggle, she reached her goal, her warm right hand wrapping around my shaft, her strong left cupping my balls. 


“Relax,” Sharyn ordered. “Lay back, hands at your sides.” She punctuated her command with a hard ball squeeze, and before I knew it I was obeying, laying flat on my back, hands obediently at my sides. “There we go,” my opponent purred as she eased off. 


“I think I got you now, Rob,” my opponent told me as she started jerking me off. 

“No,” I moaned, although I didn’t know who I thought I was fooling. 

“No? I got your balls, I got your nice juicy cock,” she paused as I gasped at the wonderful feeling of her hand sliding down my shaft, “that’s right. Rob’s finished, huh?”


I didn’t respond, instead testing what Sharyn would let me get away with. It wasn’t much; thrusting my hips up or moving my legs a little she’d allow, but any attempt to move my hands or sit up quickly brought on a punishing ball squeeze, so much burning pain erupting from my vulnerable nuts that I was left helpless.


So I let her jerk me off for a while. She was good, and although I tried to keep an impassive face, she seemed to be able to tell what worked and what didn’t. I brought myself a little time taking the escape-stopping ball squeezes, the shooting pain drowning the pleasure out, but her right hand stroking made up for the left’s squeezing before I could come up with any way to get out of this.


“Fuck,” I panted in around frustration as she brought me closer and closer. “Fuck! Fuck!”

“Yeah, you’re feeling it, huh?” Sharyn egged me on. “I’m going to make you cum all over yourself, and then I’m gonna sit on your face. You like that, Rob?”

“No!” I gasped. We both knew I was lying. “No, I-”

“Shhhhh, just give up now. There’s nothing you can do, is there? Nothing but submit to my hand. Nothing but cum. You’re gonna cum for me,” her voice burrowed into my mind, “that’s all there is to it. Just lay there, cum, and lose.”


What choice did I have? I ran down my options again, the pleasure of Sharyn’s sexual attack and her trash talking making it harder and harder to focus. I don’t remember the exact moment I gave up, but at some point I surrendered to what was now inevitable, laying back, closing my eyes, and submitting to my opponent’s will.


True to her word, Sharyn finished me with her right hand, the left gently kneading my balls, milking my cock until I was shooting on my own stomach, trembling, helpless in her grip, entirely at her command as she worked me through a climax I hoped would never end.


Of course, it did, eventually, leaving me tired, beaten, sweaty and with a pool of my own steaming cum on my belly. Sharyn released me, totally in command as she sat on my face, her musk washing over my senses, the wet pressure of her pussy on my mouth as she started riding me. 


I lay flat on my back underneath Sharyn as she got herself off, wondering how it had come to this. I just wanted to sell some books, and here I was with my co-worker fucking my face, grinding her hips heavily down each time she rocked back and forth, her lewd moaning audible even with her thick thighs over my ears.


But as Sharyn went on my post-nut clarity faded. Even with the rough treatment she was giving me, as she approached her finish I could feel myself starting to get hard again. Maybe it was the experience of being completely under her control, the intense eroticism of her wet pussy making very intimate contact with my face, or just my refractory period wearing off, but by the time she was climaxing on top of me, I was ready for round two.


Sharyn rolled off, onto her back, taking a minute to recover from her own climax. I thought about jumping her, but after all this wasn’t a very gentlemanly thing to do. I didn’t have long to wait as Sharyn opened her eyes, laying on her right side and grinning at me.


“You know, Rob, I forgot to count you out.”

“Well, I guess we’d better keep going.”

“Yeah,” she leered, slowly getting to her feet as I rose to meet her. We faced off, both of us moving slower now, our climaxes having sapped our energy. “So, you got some sequel ideas now?”

“One or two.”

“One or two! All right, let’s step it up!”


Sharyn came in making a grab at my dick so obvious I couldn’t believe it was real. I stood there, hands at the ready, waiting for her to pull back and unleash her real attack, only realizing this was it and I’d fallen for it as her hand wrapped around my cock.


Sharyn used my shaft as a lever, lifting me straight up over her head in what I can only describe as a penis suplex, bringing me down to the mat back-first. I landed hard, the wind knocked out of me at the impact. 


Sharyn got on her knees on my right side, pulling me so that I was laying on her lap, her heavy breasts hanging down in front of my face. She lowered her left nipple to my lips, and I took it into my mouth without a thought, eagerly nursing as she grabbed my cock with her right hand, rubbing my shaft teasingly.


“Yeah, Rob, you just lay there and lose again,” Sharyn purred. “I wanna see this scene in the sequel, you understand?” 

“Mfffffmf,” I agreed into her breast, reaching up to knead her ignored right tit. 


This felt great, but I had too much energy to just submit to this treatment. I let Sharyn play with my cock for a minute, sucking on her nipple just until I’d recovered enough to escape. Getting away was easy; I just rolled out of Sharyn’s lap, her attempt to grab me far too slow as I rolled up to my feet.


Sharyn got up as well and came right at me, once again reaching right for my bobbing unit. This time I knew it wasn’t a fakeout and intercepted her, grabbing the wrist on her reaching right hand, smoothly spinning behind her, turning my grip on her arm into a hammerlock. Sharyn squealed as I pulled her arm as far up her back as it would go, bending over in front of me, giving me a spectacular view of her fat, naked, sweaty ass-


Focus! I eased up on the hammerlock, pulling Sharyn back up standing, only applying a little pressure to keep her from trying to escape. I leaned forward to whisper in her ear: “Be a good girl and don’t try to get away.”


Of course she did. I let her try, wrenching her arm up her back with each escape. Two or three applications of this was enough to convince her there was no way out:  “All right, you got me,” she conceded. “Now what are you going to do with me?”


My answer was to reach around her body with my free right hand and cup her full breast. I played with her nipple, still slick with my spit, steel-hard between my fingertips. Deciding she was warmed up already, I slid my hand down her body, over her soft tummy, then her soft pubes, between her legs. Sharyn gasped as I started teasing her pussy, lightly, flitting my fingertips up and down her entrance. 


“Fuck my thighs,” Sharyn pleaded. I ignored her, focused on getting her off, relishing her lewd moan as I made more contact with her most vulnerable spot. “Please, fuck my thighs,” she asked again, and this time when I didn’t she grabbed my wrist, trying to pull my hand away from her crotch. 


Oops. I could cinch up the hammerlock, of course, but the pain that would inflict was the opposite of the pleasure I was trying to weaken my opponent with. With no choice, I scooted forward, fitting my cock between Sharyn’s soft thighs. She released my wrist, and my hand went back to her pussy.


I’d have to be a little more aggressive now. I slipped two fingers into Sharyn, who moaned, leaning back against me as I started pumping. Even getting fingered, she had the presence of mind to grab my wrist again, and I knew what she wanted, moving my hips back and forth, gasping into her ear as I fucked her fat thighs. 


I went as slow as I thought I could get away with - it wouldn’t do to doom myself now. Luckily, this seemed to be enough for Sharyn, who kept her hand on my wrist, but didn’t apply any pressure as I eagerly fingerblasted her. I held off my secret weapon to start, just my two fingers sliding in and out as I rocked my hips back and forth, both of us moaning, locked into our sensual contest. 


As we both got closer, I waited for my moment. When it arrived I unleashed what I hoped was the finishing blow, my thumb finding Sharyn’s clit, feeling her jolt as I started rubbing it. She didn’t last too long after that, submitting fully to my sexual attack, bucking back against me, moaning, writhing, her body shaking, a howl of pleasure as she reached her peak.


I released Sharyn’s arm, and she sank slowly to her knees, then flopped over on her face in post-coital bliss. I rolled her over gently, just taking in the sight for a moment. Sharyn lay on her back, her face totally relaxed, her mouth hanging slightly open. Her big tits had slid off her body on either side, her legs slightly parted. Sharyn was helpless. I was sure I could just cover her, count three, win the match, and then do whatever I wanted with her. But… 


Maybe I’d gotten more turned on than I thought fucking her thighs. Maybe I could just have a little fun before pinning her; she wasn’t going anywhere soon, after all. I sat down on Sharyn’s stomach, a vague idea of fucking her mouth fighting with a desire to fuck her fat tits. Or I could move down and part her legs-


Sharyn decided it for me first, coming around with a huge grin: “Rob, there you are. Here’s an idea for you,” she pressed her breasts together, forming a very tempting, deep valley. “Fuck my titties.” She stared up at me expectantly for the moment it took me to give into temptation as I got into position, my cock disappearing into the warm, soft pressure between her boobs.


“Yeah, that’s it,” Sharyn egged me on as I started fucking her tits. “I’m gonna be looking out for this scene in the next book, Rob. You feeling inspired yet?”

“Yes,” I moaned, picking up speed. I really hadn’t realized how turned on I’d gotten earlier, just a little movement of my hips sparking the tension in my balls that meant I was almost there. “Fuck! Shit!


It was too much. I came, spurting in between Sharyn’s tits, cumming and cumming, the unfamiliar sensation of her warm, firm breasts overpowering everything else. I rode my climax as long as I could, until there was nothing left.


I fell off Sharyn, and the two of us lay there for a moment, catching our breath. I wasn’t fully recovered by the time my opponent leaned up to fix me with a grin:

“You know, Rob, you didn’t actually pin me.”

“I guess not,” I agreed. 

“Well, we better keep going then. Unless you’ve got enough sequel ideas now?”

“Three or four.”

“Three or four, huh.” Sharyn got up and stretched, the remains of my climax visible on the sides and bottoms of her tits. “I bet we can come up with a few more than that. C’mon, get up.”


I stood up, feeling very drained, just managing to get my hands up before Sharyn attacked. She opened with an obvious grab at my crotch. Having learned my lesson, I reached for her wrists, only to be faked out as she went high instead, grabbing my shoulders, pulling me forward and down into a kneestrike, her hard knee cap coming up and smashing into my unprepared stomach.


I stumbled backwards, all of my energy focused on not throwing up and not falling down in that order. Sharyn came after me, laying a kick into the same spot, bending me over. She pulled me forward, my head between her legs, and the next thing I knew she had picked me up off the mat, flipping me around so I was upside down, the blood rushing to my head as she held me vertical.


Well, not all the blood went to my head. Sharyn got my limp cock between her lips, teasing it with her tongue. I started getting hard, knowing I should return the attack. I grabbed her legs, managing to get my mouth close enough to her pussy to start eating her out. Our height difference made it difficult, even as I changed my grip to reach around and grab her fat ass, hoping that would do something.


This was bad. Even though I’d just cum from fucking her tits, Sharyn was so good at this, and my own angle was so awkward, I didn’t have any hope I’d be able to finish her off first. But what could I do? She was in total control. My mind was a blank trying to think of an escape; getting a vertical blowjob hadn’t been covered in training. With no other ideas I just kept going, hoping against hope my mouth could finish Sharyn before hers finished mine.


In the end, Sharyn was only doing this to get me ready for what she had planned next. I felt her spit my cock out, then had a second of pure terror as she executed the piledriver, all of my weight crashing into the top of my head as she brought me down hard to the mat. I fell out of her grip to the side, totally destroyed, unable to even beg for mercy as I lay in shock on the mat.


“Don’t move,” Sharyn panted, as if I could even if I wanted to. I laid there, sucking down air, trying to catch my breath, as Sharyn walked over to her corner. By the time I was able to roll over and sit up, she was walking back towards me, now wearing a pink leather strapon harness, a smooth matching pink dildo bobbing eagerly in front of her as she approached. Sharyn stopped right in front of me, staring down at me with a leer.


“Suck my dick,” she ordered. This was right out of the book, life imitating art. I didn’t really know what I was doing, either in the book or real life, kind of messily slobbering on her fake cock. “This is double sided,” Sharyn told me as I worked, “so I can cum from this. Or fucking you ass, Rob, that’s what’s up next if you don’t shape up!”

“I’m trying!” I moaned around her shaft, although it came out “am gahing”. 

“I’m gonna give you a countdown, because right now I’m falling asleep. Ten-”


I changed techniques, fucking Sharyn’s cock with my mouth as quick and hard as I could, spit flying messily out and down my chin, gagging as her tip touched the back of my throat. 


“Nine,” Sharyn yawned. Shit, what else could I do? I sucked as hard as I could, not knowing what sensation would translate well through the strapon.

“Eight.” Damn, this wasn’t working either. I pulled back, the strapon popping out of my mouth, grabbing it with both hands and frantically jerking it off.

“What are you doing?” Sharyn barked. “I said suck my cock!”

“It’s not working!” I squealed.

“Fine, we’ll go right to fucking your ass then. Unless you wanna say that safe word?”


Sharyn stared me down for a long second, giving me a chance to say the safe word and call it off. I didn’t. 


“All right, then it’s time,” Sharyn announced. “I wanna see all this in the sequel, right?” She grabbed my shoulders, yanking me up to my feet, spinning me around and pushing me chest-first into the corner. “Grab those ropes and hold on tight!”


I grabbed the ropes and held on tight, resting my face against the middle turnbuckle as Sharyn grabbed my hips. I felt the tip of her strapon pressing against my backdoor as I tried to relax, taking a deep breath. 


Even so I squealed as Sharyn began forcing her cock up my ass, holding on to the ropes for dear life as she finished the stroke, my squeal turning into a deep, low moan as her tip mashed into my prostate.


“How are you doing, Rob?” Sharyn asked, hilted in me. I felt her soft hand wrapping around my steel-hard cock: “Oh, you love it! Well, I know you’ve got that sequel idea now!”

“Yeah,” I gasped as Sharyn pulled her hips back, her hand slowly stroking my cock. I moaned like a bitch as she started another stroke, my ass filled with her strapon, the tip touching my prostate again, shooting a jolt of pleasure up my spine. 


“I’m going to be waiting for that sequel,” Sharyn panted as she fucked my ass. “You got it?”

“I got it!” I managed. “I got - ooh!

“That’s right, Rob!” She hammered home another stroke. “Your tight little ass is mine!” Another deep thrust that left me helpless. “Your cock is mine!” Another stroke, the hot jolt of her strapon touching my prostate, the insistent stroking of my cock. “Better see that fucking sequel, Rob!” I couldn’t even agree, my mind shutting down, only the invasive hammering of her fake cock in the back, her maddening handjob in the front. “And if I don’t, we’ll have to have a rematch!”


It was too much. I had nothing left, helpless, moaning, drooling, gasping as Sharyn dominated me beyond anything I’d experienced before. As I got close, she could tell the end was near:  “Say my name, Rob! Say my name when you cum!”

“Sharyn,” I managed to moan. “Sharyn - Sharyn! Fuck! Sharyn!


The most powerful climax I’d ever felt came over me like an onrushing wave. I felt myself start cumming and cumming, spurting onto the mat, my balls emptying in one last explosive finish until my spasming cock was left pulling from a dry well. 


Sharyn finally left off, pulling out, her hand leaving my softening cock as I came down, suddenly very tired, keenly aware of how much energy I’d expended in our wrestling match. I couldn’t stay standing, even with the help of the ropes, laying down on my chest, more tired than I could ever remember being.


“Rob,” I heard Sharyn’s voice from far away. “Rob!”

“What,” I managed, rolling over, squinting up at her.

“I didn’t finish yet,” she told me, stroking her cock. “You’re not gonna leave me hanging, are you?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Just lay there and take it,” she grinned. She gave me another minute to say the safe word. When I didn’t, she grabbed my ankles, pulling me out into the center of the mat, then laying down on top of me.


“Won’t be long,” Sharyn panted in my ear as she settled, the tip of her strapon poking up against my back door. She pushed in with a moan and started hammering my ass, hard, fast, and rough, both of us grunting, her into my ear, me into the mat. 


Sharyn wasn’t wrong about how close she was; soon I could feel her ramping up, her strokes getting shorter, her grunting louder and deeper in my ear, until her body was shaking on top of mine, a climax seemingly just as powerful as the one I’d just experienced washing over her body as she finished herself off fucking my ass.


Sharyn came to a stop, still laying on me, still hilted inside of me, just breathing. We lay there for a few moments that were more comfortable than I would have guessed I could be while still getting pegged, until with a sigh she rolled off me.


“You all right, Rob? How’s your ass?”

“Little sore.”

“I bet. Well,” she sat up slowly, “I don’t know about you, but I really need a shower. C’mon, I bet we can both fit in there. Do you need me to carry you to the back?”

“I think I got it,” I groaned, slowly climbing to my feet. As it turned out, we both did fit in the shower. 


Monday morning I was wondering if it was going to be odd talking to Sharyn after everything we’d been through, but when she bustled into my cube at 9 AM it was like nothing had happened. At least until she pulled out a legal pad with handwritten notes on it: “Now I was looking at your Patreon, and I think you could pull more in if you set up more tiers. The three dollar tier-”

I sighed and sat back in my chair, getting ready to take some notes.