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.

New book release: Work Wife Mixed Wrestling

 New book time! This one is M/F, with a MILF, a BBW, and (spoiler alert?), a lot of femdom. Links:

Amazon

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09SZLNCWQ

Smashwords

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1130071

Me vs Kim

(Heads up: This story contains a ton of male/pre-op trans woman sex. You will definitely want to take a pass if that doesn’t interest you. I'm going back and tagging the previous stories in this series with the "lucy and sonny" label if you want to catch up.)

A few weeks after Lucy’s win over Kim, we were ready for another match, hopping on a Zoom call with me, Lucy, Sonny and Charlotte to find out our next matchup. After some pleasantries, Charlotte got right down to it: “Kim would like a rematch-”

“Pfffff,” Lucy scoffed. “That worn out bitch? What’s left to prove?”

“Not with you - with your husband.”

“What?” I squeaked. “Me?”

“Yes, you, Mr. Ham. Believe it or not, people want to see you step out onto the mats-”

“Me?” I repeated in disbelief.

“Yes - I could read you some comments, if you like, but our fans want to see you, yourself, wrestle. And I understand Kimberly is eager to get her hands on you. Ahh, just a moment,” she dropped a .mp4 into the meeting. It was Kim, sneering into the camera.

“You know what, Lucy?” she hissed angrily. “I didn’t get to fuck your ass, but I’ll settle for your man’s, hunny! Hear that?” I realized she was addressing me directly now. “You’d better start lubing up now, because Mommy is going to fuck your little butt raw!”

“What the fuck,” I mumbled, rubbing my face.

“Of course, I can’t force to you accept the match,” Charlotte noted, “but I should tell you that wrestlers who refuse a matchup can find themselves going unbooked-”

“You’re blackmailing us!”

“Call it whatever you like. I’ll give you a day or two to think it over.”

“He’ll do it!” Lucy yelled excitedly. “Send the contract over!”

“Honey, what are you doing?”

Charlotte and Lucy went on as if I wasn’t there: “All right, sign and return the contract. He’ll need to be trained.”

“I’ll take care of that,” Sonny put in.

“Fine. Let’s say six weeks? I have an opening on the 24th-”

I sat there in shock as the match was made. Before I knew it, I was being put through a training program at the, err, tender hands of Sonny and Lucy. Sonny helped me with the basics - conditioning (“We gotta get you ripped!”), basic strikes and throws. Lucy handled the more advanced aspects - putting on and escaping submissions along with orgasm training. 

This last part was the most humiliating. I’d be strapped to a pole, a vibrator or later a male milking machine hooked up, then Sonny and Lucy would time how long I could last, sitting around, chatting, and drinking Sonny’s famous mimosas as if nothing weird was happening while I tried to hold out for as long as I could.

I also had to cut my own promo to run against Kim’s on the website to build interest in the match. Sonny helped me here too, coaching me on how to exude heroic determination. His idea was that I was the selfless husband literally putting his ass on the line for his wife, and I hope that came across instead of the resigned dread I was actually feeling. 

Finally, I got my own matching outfit - royal purple bikini bottoms, arm ties and ankle bands to match Sonny and Lucy’s. I had to take some publicity pictures wearing this, trying not to let the vague sense of ridiculousness I felt show on my face. 

Before I knew it, I was out of time and we were on our way to the studio. When we got there Charlotte pressed a little blue pill into my hand - “to help you perform” - and insisted on watching me eat it, including poking around in my mouth after I’d swallowed to make sure I had really taken it. 

Then I stripped down to my tiny purple bottoms, put on my arm ties and ankle bands, and had a group hug with Sonny and Lucy before it was out to the mats. Inez was waiting for me there, giving me a wide grin. 

“Hey, you’re actually wrestling instead of sitting on your ass today!”

“Hi, Inez,” I grumbled. 

Out came Kim, flicking her tongue piercing against her teeth in what I hoped was nerves. She didn’t look nervous as she walked up to me, more excited than anything else, her cock already pitching a tent in her blue bottoms,  my own returning the compliment as we went toe to toe on the mats.

I’d forgotten how attractive Kim was. My type is thick women - heck, just look at my wife - and although Kim wasn’t as curvy as Lucy, well, who is? I cast a quick look over her high, perky tits, flat belly, and healthy cock, which I could see the top of by looking down. She was still really going for the blue theme, with blue lipstick, sparkly finger and toenail polish, and of course her long, blue hair.

Kim looked me over in return, her face giving nothing away. I thought we were going to do like a face off and talk some trash, but Kim stepped in so close our tips were rubbing together through our suits, and I had to make an effort to keep my face impassive as a little thrill ran up my shaft. 

“Looks like you’re both ready,” Inez noted. “You both know the rules?” Kim and I nodded without taking our eyes off each other. “All right, wrestle!”

Before I could move, Kim reached into my suit, her soft hand wrapping around my hard dick. Her other arm went around my shoulders, preventing me from backing up. Instinctively I returned the hold, my left arm around her shoulders, right hand gripping her cock. We were committed now, embraced in a very intimate contest.

We leaned against each other, and I couldn’t help but moan in Kim’s ear as she stroked my cock. We were so close I could smell her blueberry perfume, and I tried to think about anything else except what we were doing to each other even as I jerked her off.

It didn’t really work. When Kim started gasping and moaning back at me, I thought this was a good sign, that I was getting to her. But it also wore down my own resistance, her wet panting and low moans impossible to ignore. I felt my balls starting to tighten, the worrying thought that I should have tried to escape immediately flashing across my mind, only to be quickly driven away by the soft pleasure of Kim’s hand and her breathy gasps in my ear.

I leaned back, trying to see how to escape in case I had to quickly move away from Kim. Before I could even look around she pressed forward and kissed me, our tongues wrestling in my mouth, then hers as we continued stroking each other. Her upper body pressed against mine, her hard nipples digging into my chest. 

Three minutes into the match, it was getting away from me already. I couldn’t take much more of this. I broke the kiss, moaning loudly and leaning against Kim, hoping to lower her guard. Sure enough: “Aww, does that feel good, hunny?” she giggled. “I’m going to make you fill up those little purple panties!” 

I made my move, scooting backwards. Kim had fallen for my ruse, barking “Hey!” in surprise as I managed to shoot out of her grip. “Where are you going, hunny?” she purred, coming right after me. I found myself backing up rapidly, Lucy and Sonny trying to cheer me on even as it was obvious I was running in fear from Kim.

My inexperience showed as instead of moving backwards in a curve, I went straight back and quickly ran out of room, finding myself at the edge of the fighting area. I tried to get around Kim to her right, but she went low, darting forward and smashing her elbow into my stomach.

I collapsed to the mats, holding myself and gasping, barely even noticing as Kim tugged my bottoms off, giving them a big sniff for the cameras before balling them up and tossing them at my wife, who angrily snatched them out of the air. 

I managed to roll over onto my back, but just as I was thinking about getting up Kim dropped an elbow into my stomach. The little bit of air I’d managed to take in went right back out in a huge gasp, leaving me panting and staring up at the lights, covering my midsection against any further punishment.

Kim’s belly hits had backed me off my climax a bit, but not as much as I had hoped, and I was still in big trouble as she sat down between my legs, quickly fitting my cock between her tits, her hands on the outsides of her breasts pushing them together. I tried to get up, but my body wouldn’t respond; I just didn’t have the air in my lungs, and I found that I couldn’t even sit up, let alone stand, as Kim started moving her torso up and down.

“It’s all over, hunny,” she leered as she titty-fucked me. “You're about to lose, I can see it in your face!” She wasn’t wrong. The soft pressure of her breasts felt amazing, and I had to fight down the urge to just lay back and surrender. My team was yelling, Lucy threats at Kim, Sonny telling me to man up and find a way out. 

I could only think of one thing to try: “Like I could cum from those little things,” I gasped, hoping to get Kim angry. The dossier on Kim was that she could sometimes lose her self-control, and this was my only hope. 

It worked, Kim’s face twisting into an angry frown. She leaned back, and I sighed in relief for a second as my cock was freed from its soft prison. That only lasted a second before I was screaming in agony as she attacked my most sensitive spots, one hand angrily twisting my balls, the other squeezing my cock. That certainly backed me off from any danger of a climax, but it left me debilitated with pain, thrashing on the mat. 

“How’s that feel, hunny?” Kim yelled. “Bet you wish my little boobs were still fucking your prick! You don’t get to cum now!” She released my family jewels, climbing on top of me, sitting on my shoulders. I found myself looking up at her, the tip of her cock resting against my chin.

I opened wide, past the point of being humiliated getting my mouth fucked, ready to take it just to get the chance to recover. But Kim didn’t go for it, smiling at me, reaching down to cup my face. 

“It’s not going to be that easy for you,” she purred. “Put that mouth to good use now.”

Fine. I leaned my head up and tried to catch her tip between my lips, but she moved her hips back just enough that I missed. She scooted forward and I tried again, but she moved her hips back a second time. I realized she was playing with me; every time I leaned my head forward, she would pull her hips back just enough to keep my prize away from me. “Ooh, almost got it that time!” she laughed. “Wow, so close!”

I lay back, refusing to play her game. Having made her point, Kim turned to one of the cameras, the operator kneeling next to her: “Watch this!” she boasted. “I’m about to score a dominant and a submissive orgasm at the same time!”

With that she slid forward, forcing her girl cock between my lips. Her right hand reached around behind her, wrapping around my cock, and she started fucking my mouth and jerking me off at the same time. 

I moaned around Kim, my legs kicking at the mixture of humiliation and pleasure she was inflicting on me. I reached up to hold on to her hips, but I didn’t think I could move her off this way; Sonny and his strength might have managed it, but Kim had me pinned pretty well, and I just didn’t have the raw power. 

The only thing I had going for me is that Kim couldn’t see what I was doing behind her back. I lifted my legs up off the floor, aiming carefully, and I managed to get my feet into her armpits. I threw her off, sending her flying with a scream of surprise, and she hit the mats hard, rolling onto her back and moaning.

I knew I might not get another chance like this and pounced, running over to her. The elbow drop she’d given me had been very effective, so I gave it right back to her, aiming the tip square at her belly. Kim let out a huge moan, reaching up to cover her stomach as I rolled off her - I must have gotten her good.

Now what? Well, Kim was still on her back; I went between her legs, my right hand grabbing her stiff cock. Kim gasped as I started jerking her off, and just to make sure I added my left hand to the attack, reaching between her legs, finding her back door. Kim’s moan went up an octave as I slipped my index finger up her asshole, roughly fingering her as I continued stroking her cock.

“You bastard!” Kim gasped. She managed to lean up and grab my wrist, but this didn’t even slow me down. I knew I’d won as she lay back on the mat in defeat. “No,” she moaned, writhing helplessly, “No - no! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuck!” she wailed, her hips bucking as she succumbed to my handjob attack, spurting on her belly. To make sure she was as drained as possible, I kept going through her climax, until I could feel her softening. Only then did I release her and stand up, holding my hands high over my head as Lucy and Sonny cheered and clapped.

“Purple up 3-0,” Inez announced. Holy shit, this was hard! Half of me wanted to go drink some water, lay down and take a long nap; the other half wanted to cum so badly a dirty thought might set me off. Neither one was an option; Kim was already getting up, glaring at me and panting, and it was time to square off with her again.

“Don’t go thinking you’re hot shit, hunny,” she growled as we circled, her cock already starting to come to life. “I’m going to have you ass up and begging in no time.”

“Sure you are-”

She came at me hands high. I thought this was a fake out, keeping my guard low to cover my cock, a costly mistake as she grabbed my nipples and twisted.

I don’t know how ladies deal with this kind of pain. For me, I fell down yelling in agony, thinking she had managed to actually rip my nipples off. The next thing I knew Kim was pulling me to my feet in a strong headlock, walking me around the mat. 

I knew the escape for this; reach between the opponent’s legs, grab, and twist. But Kim kept pulling my head around, and I couldn’t get my bearings. Every time I reached between her thighs, she would give me a powerful yank and I’d lose my position. 

She was showing me off for the cameras, and all I could do was take it. In return I at least managed to calm my excitement down a little bit, but by design or accident Kim moved my head up a little so my face was pressed against her soft breast, which kept me fairly worked up. 

I managed to turn my head and started looking for her nipple, blindly sucking and licking her sweaty breast skin. I never did find it, but this at least prompted Kim to release the headlock. She let me go and spun neatly behind me. My head must have been foggy; by the time I realized what was happening she already had her left hand around my left wrist, and she pulled my arm straight up my back, so fast and hard I screamed, locking in a ferocious hammerlock. 

She eased off on the pressure, enough to keep me from going anywhere, but not so much that I was screaming in pain. Her right hand reached around my body, her soft hand wrapping around my hard cock and giving me a squeeze.

“Well, well,” Kim purred in my ear. She pressed her hips forward, the tip of her cock rubbing against my ass. “Look at this, hunny. You’re right where I want you.” She started jerking me off, her own cock hard as a rock as she ground it against my butt. “I’m going to make you cum, then I’m going to get you on your knees and fuck your mouth.”

“No,” I moaned.

“Oh, yes. Then I’m going to roll you over and fuck your ass! Your little cock is mine! All your holes are mine!”

“No!” I gasped. “No, no!”

“Yes!” Kim yelled in my ear. “Yes, yes! Now shoot for the camera, hunny!”

I grabbed her right wrist with my right hand, but this just prompted her to cinch up the hammerlock. Getting the message, I let go; she had me exactly where she wanted me. I didn’t have much time, either, her soft hand destroying my resistance with long, fast strokes, the cameras swarming to get a good look as Kim dominated me.

It was too much. I leaned back against Kim as I finished, my hips bucking weakly against her hand as I spurted onto the mat. Like a cat who got the cream, Kim purred in my ear, grinding even harder against me as she milked my cock, expertly extending my climax until I simply had nothing left.

She released me and I sank to my knees; it was all I could do to avoid flopping to the mat. I heard Inez call that it was all tied up, but I was too tired to even open my eyes, focusing on my breathing, trying to find the will to keep going, to get up. I didn’t get the chance. 

“My turn!” Kim sing-songed. I opened my eyes to look up at her standing in front of me, her hard cock pointed at my face, a malicious grin on her face as she leered down at me. “Now what did I tell you I was going to do? Open that dick sucker real wide!” she yelled. With a sigh of defeat I did as she asked.  “Look at me,” Kim barked. “Look at me while I fuck your mouth!” 

I obeyed meekly, staring up into her blue eyes as she thrust forward, slamming her cock into my mouth. I gagged, spit flying out between my lips as she grabbed my head, holding me in place as she began thrusting in and out of my mouth. 

“That’s it,” Kim panted. “That’s it. Take my cock! Ooh, your wet little hole feels so good, hunny!” 

I submitted to this, too tired to do anything else, just doing my best not to choke on Kim’s cock. I was dimly aware of the cameramen still crowding, going for different shots - a close-up on Kim’s face, a long shot taking in the whole scene, a close-up where the camera guy was so close to Kim’s butt I thought he might zoom up her ass, a side shot showing her cock pistoning in and out of my mouth.

“Hey!” I heard my wife yelling, her angry words cutting into my thoughts. “What are you doing? Don’t let her do that to you!”

“Bite her cock off!” Sonny screamed. Well, obviously that wasn’t going to happen, but maybe I could get out of this. In her eagerness to get off, Kim had left my hands free. I braced them behind her knees, and before she could finish shouting “Hey!”, pulled as hard as I could.

Kim’s legs went out from under her and she fell backwards with a scream, landing hard on her back. Seeing a chance to get back at her for the humiliation she’d just inflicted, I grabbed her ankles, pulling her legs up and out, pressing the bottom of my foot against her cock. 

I started giving her a footjob, and I think this looked great for the cameras, but I quickly wondered if I’d made a mistake; this wasn’t a move we had practiced at all, and I didn’t really know what I was doing. I didn’t want to just press down too hard, so I tried a kind of up-and-down with the edge of my foot; Kim squirmed a little bit, but that was all. 

“Kick her balls off!” Sonny yelled. I wanted to make her cum to get those three points, but maybe that was the safer move; Kim had recovered now and was glaring up at me, her beautiful face contorted into a furious sneer. She leaned up on her elbows, and I made my move, drawing my foot back. Seeing this coming, Kim reached down to cover herself, the backs of her hands taking the impact from my foot.

Well, this wasn’t working. I let go of Kim’s ankles, trying to think of what to do as she nimbly rolled backwards and up to our feet. We faced off, circling each other, as my team shouted suggestions: “Get her cock!” from Lucy and “Punch her teeth in!” from Sonny.

These were two different approaches. Make Kim cum? Or beat her up a little bit first? Could I wind her without hurting her too much and backing her off her climax? Maybe a hit to the stomach, to knock the air out of her, then I could get her down on the mats and -

I realized too late I’d made a basic mistake taking my attention off my opponent as Kim charged me with a scream. I then compounded my error, standing there in shock as Kim closed the distance. Her shoulder smashed into my stomach and she took me down hard to the mats, landing on top of me for good measure, leaving me gasping underneath her. 

Kim moved off me just enough to land a hard punch to my stomach, leaving me reeling and struggling to breathe. I couldn’t resist her as she rolled me over, sliding up on the mat. My face slid down her tits, then her smooth stomach, until she was rubbing her crown against my nose and cheeks.

I only had a second to think about what to do. Kim getting herself off using me would give her a point and put her ahead 4-3; if I could make her cum, that was three points for me, and I’d have her doubled at 6-3. Now, I know I should have known better than thinking Kim was going to just lay back and let me score those points, and the only excuse I can offer is my mind was a bit rattled. 

My second was up, but before I could make my move Kim made hers, reaching down, grabbing my head, and thrusting up between my lips. I gagged around her cock, my battle plan erased as she started energetically fucking my mouth.

I braced my hands on Kim’s hips, trying to stop her, but it was no use; she barely slowed, pulling my head down so she could thrust in even deeper. It felt like she wasn’t too far away from scoring a point by cumming down my throat, and in a panic I went to the only move I could think of, reaching down blind and fumbling my right index finger between her buttcheeks.

Fingering Kim’s ass did not produce the desired effect; instead of leading to my escape; I just helped Kim along to that point. With an almighty howl she finished, leaving me choking as I did my best to swallow her cum. 

“Blue up, four-three,” Inez finally called as Kim lay back, her softening dick flopping out of my mouth. The only thing I had going for her was that Kim’s climax seemed to have taken the wind out of her sails for the moment, and I had a chance to catch my breath and plan my next attack.

Once again, my team had differing advice to offer: Lucy yelled “Fuck her ass!”, while Sonny advised me to “Stomp the shit out of her!”. No offense to my lovely wife, but I went with Sonny; I could tell Kim was going to need a minute to get aroused again, and if I came from fucking her ass I’d only score a point. I wanted the three from making her climax to take the lead back, and I didn’t trust myself to be able to outlast her.

So the idea now was to just weaken her up. With that in mind I walked up to Kim and, as Sonny suggested, just started stomping her senseless. This was an easy but effective attack: Lift up my leg, pick a spot, bring my heel down as hard as I could.

The first impact was on Kim’s stomach, her eyes flying open in shock along with a wet gasp. She covered her midsection, so I just moved up, this time bringing my foot straight down on her left breast, mashing it into her ribcage. Kim let out a high scream, rolling over to protect herself, and my third stomp landed square on the back of her head. 

“Yeah!” Sonny screamed, so excited he jumped out of his seat. “Yeah! Yeah! Get her!” Lucy just shook her head, and I tried not to let her wife look of okay-I-told-you-and-you-didn’t-listen get to me. I turned back to Kim, who had rolled over again, now on her back; her hands were over her face, and I gave her my hardest stomp to her belly, my foot driving down so hard she sat up for a second, eyes wide, before falling back to the mat with a gurgle. 

Kim looked pretty winded now, and I thought I could try something flashier and more high-impact. I grabbed a handful of Kim’s blue hair and one shoulder, picking her up to her feet, taking a deep breath and gathering my strength. 

I lifted Kim straight up over my head, held her there for a second for the cameras, then braced my right knee out at 90 degrees. I brought Kim down, a loud scream bursting out of her as her back smashed against my leg. She was left, still laying over my thigh, as I pondered my next move.

Once again I had two avenues of attack; I could press down on her thigh and neck, bending her back painfully in a move Sonny had showed me, or attack her cock, which I noted was at full extension - either she liked being beaten up and dommed a little bit, or she’d been given her own pill before the match. Or both.

Seeing me hesitate, Lucy and Sonny weighed in again: “Jerk off that little cock!” Lucy yelled. Sonny: “You got her! Make her scream! Like I showed you!” Once again I went with Sonny; I had more experience bending someone’s back in this position than jerking them off. A submission was only two points, but it would still put me back in the lead.

Sonny had shown me how to do this by putting me in it, and I mirrored his hand placement as best I remembered. I started pressing down, and I guess I had it right as Kim started screaming “He’s breaking me in half!” at one of the circling cameras. 

“Submit, Kim!” I yelled at her. “Submit!” 

But she was tough; despite me doing my best to break her in half she wouldn’t give up. I looked to Sonny for advice, but he just cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled “More! Break her!” as if I wasn’t already trying. 

Not getting what I wanted, I flipped Kim off my knee, and she landed hard on her chest. Pressing the attack, I sat down on her back, looping her arms back over my legs, cupping my hands under her chin. 

“Last chance!” I yelled at her. 

“Fuck you!” she barked back. Fine. I leaned back, pulling as hard as I could. Kim screamed again, a high wail as her back was stretched, the cameras coming in to get close ups of her wide open mouth and what I imagined had to be a great shot of her tits standing proud on her chest as her back was bent.

“Submit!” Kim finally screamed. “Submit!”

“All right, break it up!” Inez bellowed so loudly I obeyed without thinking, dropping Kim to lay on the mat, panting. “Purple up, five-three.” 

I got up off Kim, letting her roll over; amazingly, she was still rock-hard. That would have to be my next target, I decided. Of course, getting my hands on that prize was easier said than done. Kim was snarling at me as she got up, rubbing her back. 

“You feel big?” Kim sneered at me as we faced off “Feel like a big man beating up a woman?”

“No,” I muttered, wondering if I’d made the wrong choice. 

“You can make me give up, but you can’t make me cum!” Now that one hurt. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I yelled at her. “You came in my mouth five minutes ago!”

“That was me getting off on you!” she hissed. 

“I got you off with my handjob-”

“Oooh!” she sneered sarcastically. “Wow, you know how to jerk off? Amazing!”

“Come here, I’ll make you fucking cum!” I yelled, darting forward at her crotch. 

This was, of course, a trap I had fallen straight into. Kim faded back, then launched a straight kick up with her right foot, which sliced up into my jaw so hard the next thing I knew I was laying on my back, staring quizzically at now upside-down Lucy and Sonny. Kim rolled me over, her right arm around my neck. 

“Fucking pussy,” she breathed in my ear. “I’ll show you how a real woman fights. I’m going to make you cum your brains out!” 

I tried to defiantly tell her to do her worst, but she cinched up the choke and all I could get out was a wet gblack sound. Kim rolled us both over, leaving me laying on top of her, but with her arm around my neck I couldn’t get away anyway. 

I had my hands and legs free, but with Kim underneath me there didn’t seem to be much I could do. It got even worse as her legs closed around my midsection, her thighs starting to crush the life out of me in a bodyscissors.

I probably should have tapped right here; Kim had me cold. But my pride got in the way. I wanted to hang on to that one point lead I’d managed to get, and to trade it back to my opponent so quickly was a pill I just couldn’t swallow. 

I have to give Kim credit that she didn’t go for the quick choke out; between her arm around my neck and her legs around my torso, she could have put me under whenever she chose, but she took her time, easing up on the pressure enough to let me breathe and keeping me awake. 

When she realized I wasn’t fighting back, Kim released the scissors; her legs moved down until she closed her feet around my cock. Unfortunately, where I didn’t really know how to do a footjob, she was an expert, her soft insoles pressing against my shaft on either side as she moved her feet up and down. I squirmed in her grip, but I couldn’t figure out how to escape. 

“Use your feet!” Sonny finally yelled at me. “Plant them and push off!” I planted, and I pushed off. This didn’t really get me away from Kim, but it lifted my hips high enough that she lost the footjob, and that prompted her to change positions with a snarl of frustration. She used her arm around my neck to roll me over onto my chest, then released me.

I took a deep breath of air, but as I was still gasping it down Kim rolled me over onto my back. I only realized what she was doing as she lay down on top of me in a 69, her dick invading my mouth as I lay underneath her on the mat. 

For a second I thought Kim had made a mistake; if she wanted to see who could get the other off first, well, that was a contest I’d be happy to match her in. But I realized quickly she had taken a commanding position. With her on top, she was able to keep her hips so low I could barely lift my head at all, unable to get the up-and-down lips-on-shaft action I was looking for. She, of course, had full range of motion, able to use any technique she wanted against me, opening by locking her lips just below my tip, slowly sliding her head down.

God damn, I didn’t have any time to waste. I did the best I could with my tongue, swirling it over her tip, flicking it. At least I could get at her ass; that really seemed to get her going before. I reached up, blind, cupping her butt, finding her back door and pressing my index finger in to the hilt, feeling her body tense and then relax on top of me.

Kim quickly returned the favor. Her left hand cupped my balls, her right spearing my ass with one long, elegant finger, and I jolted against her as her fingertip found my prostate. I battled her like this for a few minutes, but I realized quickly I was outclassed. Kim attacked me from every direction; her tongue flicking or running over my tip, her lips sliding up and down my pole, her left hand gently caressing my nuts, her right pressing insistently on my prostate. 

The fight slowly went out of me, the waves of pleasure washing away my will to resist. My tongue went from energetic flicks to slow licking, then nothing as I drooled and moaned around her tip. My finger in her ass no longer rocked energetically back and forth, staying hilted in her as my eyes rolled back in my head.

Lucy and Sonny were both yelling at me - I remember my wife screeching “Don’t you dare cum in that slut’s mouth!” -  but it was no use. I closed my eyes, my body twitching as I ramped up, Kim going to a finishing technique, her soft lips bobbing up and down my shaft, her fingertip mashing against my prostate. 

I came as hard as I ever had in my life, almost expecting to blast Kim off me with the force; instead she sucked it down, her left hand milking as much spunk as she could from my balls as I gave up the lead and my load in her mouth.

Finally, I was done. Kim sat up, grinning in victory at one of the cameras who came in for a close up, opening her mouth, letting her spit and my cum ooze out between her lips onto the mat as she posed. Inez came up to the side making the announcement that Blue was up six-five.

There went my lead. Even worse, I was still at my opponent’s mercy; all I wanted to do was lay there and take a quick nap. Kim didn’t even go for the finishing mouth fuck; she had another prize in mind as she rolled me onto my chest.

“It’s over, sweetie, your boy is finished!” Kim called to my wife. Lucy jumped out of her chair, screaming abuse at Kim, and Sonny had to get up and restrain her. I managed to summon the energy to try to move, knowing I couldn’t just leave myself hopeless in front of Kim, but she quickly grabbed my left wrist and re-applied her hammerlock, pressing my arm up and into my back. Her right hand grabbed the back of my neck, pushing my face down against the mat.

“Lift your hips,” Kim told me. I obeyed without thinking, submissively lifting my ass up in the air for her. I felt the tip of her cock pressing against my butt and gasped into the mat, dreading what was coming. “What did I tell you?” Kim purred. “Your ass is mine now!” 

She pushed in, slowly, achingly slowly, both of us moaning as she completed the stroke and bottomed out. One of the cameramen got down in a kneel next to me, zooming in on my face as Kim claimed my asshole, moving her hips back and driving another stroke home. I tried to hold it and failed, moaning long and loud into the camera. 

I still had a little fight left in me and thought about escaping; I tried to push my upper body up off the mat, but Kim was holding me down too effectively, and I don’t know if she even noticed my doomed escape attempt. Before I could try anything else, my will began to waver; Kim’s tip was pressing my prostate each time she finished a thrust, larger and more intense than just her fingertip had been, and I felt my cock becoming achingly hard again, an effect I wanted to, but couldn’t, blame on the pill I’d been given before the match.

Kim seemed to know when I’d given up: “You like this? Huh? Answer me!”

“I love it,” I groaned.

“Tell the camera!” she barked. “Tell your fans!”

I stared right into the camera lens: “I love it!”

“Tell them what you love, hunny! Tell them you love me owning your ass!”

“I love, uhhh,” I moaned as Kim drove home another stroke. “I love - fuck! - I love Kim owning my ass!”

“Tell your wife!” Kim ordered. The only good thing was I couldn’t see Lucy’s face from where I was laying as I obligingly told her how much I loved getting my butt fucked.

This was, obviously, not how I’d wanted the match to go, but all of that fell away, replaced only by the invading, squirming pleasure of Kim’s cock, the hot jolt of pleasure with each deep thrust, my cock greedily begging for release even though I’d shot into Kim’s mouth just a few moments ago. 

“You’re so tight, hunny,” Kim laughed, her taunt cutting into my thoughts. “I’m going to cum soon!” No longer needing the hammerlock to keep me obedient, she pulled out just long enough to flip me over, then lifted my legs up so my ankles rested on her shoulders as she pushed forward into my ass again. Her hand grabbed my cock and started jerking me off, and I lay back, completely submissive to her will, as she ended the fight with an unquestionable display of dominance.

“That’s it, hunny,” Kim rasped, her voice low with arousal. “Fucking cum while I fuck your ass! That’s it!”

“Fuck!” I wailed. “Fuuuuuuckkkkkk!”

It was too much for the both of us. Kim came in my ass, her low, feminine grunts filling my ears as I felt her starting to unload; she had timed it perfectly, her hand forcing me to a matching climax, hot spunk shooting up over my belly and chest as I dug my fingers into the mat, squirming back against her, moaning like a bitch. I had cum so much already I didn’t have much, managing a few weak shots before I was dry, my cock spasming in Kim’s soft hand as it tried to draw from an empty well. Kim on the other hand managed an impressive load, shooting so much sticky cum up my ass it overflowed, running down to the mat as her cock made an obscene squelching sound as she finished her final few strokes.

Kim scored four points, three for making me cum and one for finishing herself. She was up ten-five, an insurmountable lead even if I could get up and keep fighting, which I couldn’t; I couldn’t even move as she pulled out with a happy sigh. 

I had to admit it; she’d out-fought and out-fucked me. The match was clearly over, and I’d lost. But Kim wasn’t done with me yet, a fact I realized with heart-stopping fear as I looked up to see her leering down at me. She cupped my face: “Are you going to do what I say?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Whatever you want.”

“Good. Get on all fours.”

I obeyed. Kim went around to my left side: “Keep your legs down.” She grabbed my left arm in yet another hammerlock - I suppose why not; it seemed to work - and started spanking me mercilessly. 

I yelled; I screamed; I cried; I begged. None of it made any difference as Kim turned my poor butt bright red, her palm loudly smacking off the left and right cheeks, sometimes dipping down to hit my inner thighs. She had me tell the cameras what a loser I was; I didn’t care anymore, my pride completely gone now. 

When she finally had enough, my arm was released, but she smacked me when I tried to stand up: “Where do you think you’re going? You crawl! Crawl, little dog!” She got behind me, kicking me in the ass or between the legs when I didn’t move quickly enough, having me crawl around the mat. Even this wasn’t enough: “Bark, little dog!”

I did my best, which apparently wasn’t good enough for her; she lifted another kick between my legs, mashing my nuts against my hips. I collapsed, my cock somehow still hard as I cradled my sore nuts.

“Pathetic,” Kim decided. “Get up, we’re not done with our walk yet.”

“Okay,” I managed to moan as I forced myself back up. Kim had me crawl over to Inez, and the two of them started discussing me: “Look, I really kicked his ass!”

“Ten-five,” Inez agreed. “He sure faded fast.”

“Boys are all wimps like that, all you have to do is fuck them in the ass a little bit and they give up. You know, I was thinking we could call this video Too Much For Him!”

“Too Weak for Her!” Inez suggested.

“Kim Takes His Pride!”

“Toyboy Being Humiliated!”

I just stayed where I was, looking straight down at the mat, as they reeled off suggestions, laughing at me. Finally, Kim got bored of this and had me walk over to where Lucy and Sonny sat, Lucy with her arms crossed angrily, a furious look on her face, while Sonny seemed more excited than anything else.

“Say ‘hi’ to your wife,” Kim ordered.

“Hi,” I mumbled at the mat.

“To your wife!” Kim yelled, smacking me hard across the back of the head. She reached down, cupping her left hand under my chin, pulling my head up so I was staring into my wife’s eyes.

“Hi,” I managed. Lucy was glaring at me, her normally kind eyes so hard and cold I physically recoiled, only Kim’s strong grip keeping me there. 

“And say hi to Sonny. What a good job he did training you!” She yanked my head to the left so I was looking at Sonny. 

“Hi,” I offered. 

“You’ll get her next time,” he told me. I almost blurted “Next time?”, as if I would ever want to get my ass kicked like this again, but stayed quiet, hoping this wouldn’t set Kim off.

Of course it did: “Next time? There’s no next time, Sonny! I broke him, and you’re never gonna put the pieces back together! Watch this!” She let go of my face, going behind me on the mat. Her left hand wrapped around my cock, but in a loose grip.

“All right, little dog,” Kim ordered. “Show them how you’re just my toy. Fuck my hand.”

“Please, I can’t,” I panted. “I can’t cum anymore, please-”

“Sure you can. Here, I’ll help you.” With that I felt her free hand entering my ass again. Her buttfucking had loosened me up, and it still felt great when she started stimulating my prostate. 

I started fucking her hand, my cock slipping through her loose grip. Each movement of my hips forward felt great on my cock, and each back ended with her fingertip touching my prostate; between the two, I quickly heard myself moaning, thrusting as fast as I could.

“Look at your wife,” Kim ordered. “Look at your wife while you fuck my winner hand, loser!” For a second I made eye contact with Lucy, but it was too much and I closed my eyes. The only act of mercy was that Kim couldn’t see my face to tell I had done this. I did my best to forget where I was, concentrating only on the sensation.

It took a few minutes, but Kim was right; I got there, a burn of exhaustion building in my hips that was quickly drowned out by the pleasure, yet another trip up the mountain I hadn’t thought I’d be able to scale again. 

When I finished, it was totally dry; my cock was willing, but my balls were empty. Nothing came out except my pitiful moans and yelps, my cock shuddering and pulsing in Kim’s hand before I collapsed to the mat, completely spent. 

Inez came over to officially call the match. Kim rolled me over, laying her foot over my face and posing. I would have paid every cent I owned right then to just be carried into the back and allowed to take a shower and go home, but of course now it was time for the triple-team humiliation. I did at least get a tiny breather as Lucy and Sonny got ready, both of them stripping all the way down.  

Despite Sonny’s dicklit being fully engorged - apparently he’d enjoyed the show - him and Lucy had to get warmed up and made out a little bit as Kim sat on my face, eagerly working her sweaty asshole over my nose and mouth. My cock betrayed me again, the drug I’d been given returning me to full extension even as I lay underneath Kim’s ass.

Once they were ready to go the real fun started. Kim got off me, going down to straddle my midsection, her blue eyes boring into me as she grabbed my cock and began lowering herself. She moaned as my tip pressed against her ass, sliding down until she had swallowed my cock to the base. She started fucking herself on my dick, her own cock bouncing wildly. 

My wife came over and straddled me as well, facing my feet: “Sorry, babe.” She gently lowered herself down, and I realized she must have enjoyed something she had seen, because she was as wet as I could remember, her juices quickly coating my face as she began rocking back and forth. My wife is a big woman, but she knew how to use her weight to avoid putting me out too quick; I honestly might have preferred to just have her sit full-force and choke me out right there, but she made sure I could keep breathing and stay awake for the entire punishment as she fucked my face and Kim got off on my cock. 

I couldn’t see what was happening, but from the tape later I learned that while Lucy was riding my face, she waved Sonny over and started giving him a blowjob, his hands resting in her hair as she sucked his dicklit, one hand going between his legs to finger his hairy pussy. Kim started jerking off, her hand flying up and down her shaft, her head leaning back with a moan.

All you could see of me was my feet, legs, and midsection; I was just there as a fuck toy. Kim finished first, her asshole wildly contracting on my dick. A second later I felt hot cum spurting on my stomach. She moved up, hopping off my cock, coming up behind Lucy and massaging my wife’s tits.

Lucy went next, losing control of herself, almost smothering me out as she bore down, aggressively fucking my face, her pussy wetly mashing against my nose and mouth. She came to rest, my head swimming as her weight pressed down against me. Through her thick thighs I could hear Sonny finishing, Lucy’s body rocking as he thrust his dicklit into her mouth. 

That still wasn’t it. Kim, somehow, wanted to keep fucking. In beating me, she had won the right to use Lucy, a prize she hadn’t been able to manage in their own fight. She had Lucy lay down on her back and spread her legs, then got her into the mating press, a totally dominating position where Lucy had her legs folded up, resting against her body, while Kim looked like she was squatting over her. This let Kim get in deep as she fucked my wife, her hips flying back and forth, her balls slapping loudly against Lucy as both women moaned lewdly.

Sonny came over to me, his dicklit still hard. I thought for a second he was going to have me suck him off, but instead he straddled my face. “Sorry,” he muttered just before he finished lowering himself down. I managed a thumbs up; Kim had done her work well making me into a sub. 

Sonny’s hairy bush was rougher on my face than my wife’s, but his taller, more muscular frame delivered less weight. I had some time to think as I lay underneath him. If I was ever going to wrestle again - and at the moment, with my trainer energetically fucking my face while I listened to my victorious opponent fuck my wife, that did not seem terribly appealing - I was going to have to take it seriously. Men simply had a natural disadvantage in this kind of fight, and unless I was willing to commit to it as much as Sonny had, I was going to just end up here flat on my back again. 

Finally, my ordeal came to an end. Sonny finished, moaning and grunting in orgasmic ecstasy, as his body shuddered and  quivered, his cum splashing out in little spurts over my face, before rolling off me. Then Kim finished, slamming home a few final spastic strokes as she came inside my wife. I had to lay there on the mats listening to Lucy shrieking in pleasure. I’d been able to make her make that noise a few times, and I could just imagine her pussy clamping down hard on Kim’s cock as my victorious opponent enjoyed her last prize. 

Kim was finally emptied out; when she moved I could see she’d only managed a few weak final spurts which even now were oozing out of Lucy’s pussy. She blew me a kiss before heading happily to the back, while I had to be carried back to the locker room, cleaned up, and taken back to the hotel. My erection finally faded after six hours. The sore ass lasted quite a bit longer than that, and the embarrassment hasn’t ever gone away; all you need to see the whole thing is $40 and a valid credit card.