Sexfighters

By Jason Pinaster

When Kala befriends her, Ruby starts helping out with the woman vs woman bouts Kala’s promoting. Winning at wrestling is only the start of the fun. And the hotter the action, the more Ruby feels herself being turned on. It’s hard to keep the camera focused!

But Kala’s business is in trouble. The two women have one last chance to turn it around—a battle royale between the two of them.

Kala’s wearing a red dress and sheer grey panties, Ruby a shorter than short grey skirt. Four cameras are set up to capture every interaction from every angle. Ruby trembles as more and more customers sign onto the streaming video site. She can’t wait to touch and kiss Kala’s dark chocolate skin. Finally the countdown ends. Ruby takes a deep breath—now the excitement can begin!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Jul 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463757079

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, please click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers.I have heard say that the first obligation of a writer is to entertain. If so, the first obligation of a writer of erotica is to arouse and I hope you feel that I have succeeded.I believe that story sets the scene. A story lets the reader start to care for the characters in it. And if the reader cares about the characters, it is easier for him or her to identify with their arousal, to let that arousal tingle the reader’s own skin.Christopher Carter is a lawyer who’s into BDSM and other hijinks, most of them sexual. His stories feature a little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. Lusty Lee was a private investigator whose nemesis forced her to pursue him through a new kink in each episode. The Mistress Megan stories take her through her development as a dominatrix during which she must satisfy their every fetish.While my current focus is on stories featuring (in order of frequency) erotic combat, wet and messy, action-adventure and tickling, I’m open to anything which turns me (and hopefully you) on. I dabble in sex games and BDSM. I have published two novellas set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and even one featuring a sentient sex robot.At present, I’m developing a Patreon page showcasing erotic combat vignettes: www.patreon.com/JasonPinasterPlease feel free to contact me at [e-mail] And don’t forget to click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. Cheers!

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Sexfighters © 2019 by Jason Pinaster

Jason Pinaster has published numerous other stories, most notably the Christopher Carter Series and the Lusty Lee Logs. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile.

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2019; all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction; the characters are not you.

Cover Notes and Credits Many thanks to boundkathy-friends.com

Back Notes: About Jason Pinaster, other books and stories by the author.

Other Wrestling Stories by Jason Pinaster:

Tiebreaker

Squished

Wrestling, Lusty Lee Log 19

Sex Wrestler

Gym Moves

Number One!

Pinning Pete

Bent

Sexfighters

Kala and I were horny—really horny! Maybe a bit tipsy too. We’d been drinking red wine; it always went straight to my head.

We were sitting on her light green couch, chatting between ourselves. The camera on the other side of the room had an internet connection, but the monitor showed that none of Kala’s customers was online. We were trying to drum up business for her sex fighting website.

That’s how I’d met Kala, or rather how I’d gotten to know her. We’d met at the bank where I worked. One Friday she’d been the last customer and somehow we’d ended up going for drinks. Which was really nice of her because I’d been new in town and didn’t have any friends.

One of Kala’s customers came online and she shuffled forward on the couch to speak to him. He smiled back at her. Only when there were a lot of customers did she bring both of us into the webcam session.

Kala, pronounced Kay-la, was a short black woman. ‘Kala’ was a Hindi word meaning ‘black’. Why we need some East Indian tellin’ us we be black? she’d joked when we’d been introduced. Like me, she was in her mid-twenties, but Kala was shorter and skinnier. She wore her hair in long braided strands which she was now twirling seductively around her finger.

The night we’d gone drinking, there hadn’t been any guys to speak of at the bar, so by eleven, we were more than two sheets to the wind.

Kala’s phone had rung. She’d listened, then got really angry. You shittin’ me? she yelled, then listened again. Shit! I had to grab the phone before she slammed it on the table.

Kala had looked back and forth at our hands holding her phone, or rather at my larger white hand holding her smaller black hand and the phone. That pretty quick, she’d said.

I wrestled in college, I’d told her, then indicated her phone. What was all that about?

Somebody backed out of a bout.

So, you’ll get someone else, I said, releasing her hand.

For tomorrow night? No bloody likely.

What kind of a bout?

Sex fight.

Sex is about making love, not fighting.

This be special. Two women, not real fight, wrestling. Nobody get hurt. They touch each other. First one to climax, the other one win.

Touch?

Her hands moved faster than the wind—in the direction of my breasts, my crotch, then she humped her hips like she was having sex. Touch.

Who’s the other sexfi—wrestler?

Be Toru. Japanese woman.

Kala had needed cheering up, so I’d waved for another pitcher of beer. But she’d been preoccupied, so I’d done most of the drinking. The bartender had signaled last call. I’d thought about ordering another pitcher, but there were still a couple of inches of beer in the bottom of the one already on our table.

Do you need training? I’d asked.

Training?

You know… I’d imitated her sexfighting moves, which she’d thought