Slim

By Jason Pinaster

Long Blurb
This interracial mixed wrestling romp features two women, Abi enthusiastic, Sarah reluctant. Abi is excited at the challenge of wrestling Slim, a big black man. Especially since he outweighs them both, and then some.

Sarah tells Abi all the reasons why this is a bad idea, but she doesn’t care. Nothing fazes her, not even the special consent form that Slim insists they sign before the bout.

Sarah takes a deep breath, “I haven’t told you why they call him Slim.”

“He’s a big football player, huuuuge, you said.”

“That’s not why they call him Slim.”

“Okay,” says Abi, “I’ll bite. Why do they call him Slim?”

“He had an injury, to his... privates.” Sarah watches Abi’s eyes go wide as she describes the special surgery Slim underwent to repair the damage. She heaves a sigh of relief; reason is finally prevailing.

“I can’t wait!” says Abi.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Aug 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005064716

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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Slim © 2020 Jason Pinaster

Some Other Wrestling Stories by Jason Pinaster:

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Squished

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Sex Wrestler

Gym Moves

Number One!

Bent

Sexfighters

Sexy-B Wrestling

Brawling at the Sexy-B

Scissored

Volatile VP at Sexy-B: An Erotic Wrestling Story

Squeezed

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2020; all rights reserved.

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

Cover Notes and Credits Many thanks to sleeperkidsworld.com

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

Acknowledgement and Author’s Note

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.

Slim

Sometimes you know you should stop yourself, but you don’t.

Wednesday evening had been like that, a train barreling forward even though the conductor should have known that the tracks ahead had been washed out. And now, on Saturday morning, I was setting out to pay for my lapse in judgment.

Wednesday had dawned like any other day. I opened the gym, changed into a sports bra and bikini bottom, had a light workout, and showered: all this before anyone else arrived. I’d even had time to bring the Sexy-B’s books up to date before Clarence, my first client, came in.

Clarence was an easy touch. All I had to do was make him exert himself hard enough to work up a sweat, let him cop an occasional feel of my breasts and crotch, then finish him off in a submission hold. Then I’d tap his erection—how hard determined by how much liberty he had taken with my body. At this point, he would cry ‘uncle’ and the bout would be over.

Hi, Sarah, Clarence had said when he’d arrived, I have something special for you. He handed over a small package wrapped in black paper. His gift would be a new bikini, the skimpiest cut of the thinnest material he’d been able to find. It’s baby blue, he said. To accent your beautiful brunette curls.

In the change room, I opened the ‘gift’ Clarence had brought. It wasn’t the skimpiest cut Clarence had ever given me. It would actually cover my breasts, not to mention my entire bum. But it was certainly the thinnest. I held it up to the light and could see right through. Once I had the bikini on, it wasn’t quite transparent, but the outline of my nipples and of my dark pubic hair was clearly visible. I draped a towel around myself and walked to the gym where we were to wrestle.

In stark contrast to what he’d brought me to wear, Clarence was wearing loose-fitting swim trunks which went halfway down his beefy thighs. When he saw me, he pulled his T-shirt up and off over his head, a clear signal that I should toss my towel aside. I met him half way by pulling it down around my waist where I tied it in place.

Clarence was a computer programmer. Since he spent most of his days sitting in a chair, he wasn’t particularly fit. He could afford to lose twenty pounds, the better part of ten kilos. His olive-colored skin was covered by a thin layer of curly black hair. But he was handsome and appreciative. His good sense of humor made him pleasant to be around.

I was already loose from my morning stretch, but I repeated my warm-up routine to make sure that Clarence stretched his stiff muscles and tense tendons. Of course he was more interested in trying to see my bikini bottom through gaps in my towel, but I did what I could.

When sensed that Clarence was getting impatient, I stood up, whipped the towel off my body and asked, Ready to wrestle?

Clarence was startled by my near nudity, even though it was his gift I