Mud

By Jason Pinaster

When FBI agent Nadine started wrestling Tiffany in the mud pit they were both fully clothed and it was just part of her undercover assignment. But Tiffany, the head biker’s girlfriend, had wanted to do more than just wrestle. In short order, both women were covered with nothing but just a thin layer of mud. And Tiffany’s fingers...

And, as if that wasn’t enough, Nadine found out that she would next need to wrestle the head biker himself, a man used to taking liberties, the most intimate of liberties, with any and every female he met. Nadine held her own with him, held her own that is until her undercover partner told her that they needed a delay. The ‘fight’ would have to be... extended...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Mar 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005285913

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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Mud

Today, I was psyching myself up in preparation for mud wrestling. Or, more accurately, I was watching the grunting bikers getting ready for our mud-wrestling bout. My undercover persona required that I sit back and pretend not to care.

Tiffany, my upcoming opponent, smiled as she watched the muscle-bound men constructing the mud pit. As far as she was concerned, all this activity was for her benefit. She was slightly taller than me and had larger breasts. Ordinarily I wouldn’t mention the size of another woman’s mammaries, but Tiffany was so proud of them that it only made sense to do so. Her hair was brown like mine, but a much lighter shade, and longer. Today, instead of flowing freely down to her shoulders, it was bound tightly behind the top of her head in a long ponytail.

Tiffany was bisexual, a fact that I had learned on my first night with the bikers. It had been a wet T-shirt contest. The girls—ten of us—had started out with our bras on. But when it got down to just Tiffany and I, she had dared me to remove my bra. At that point, it had been a slam dunk win for her, especially since her nipples were a lot more into exhibitionism than mine were.

Afterwards, Tiffany dragged me into a quiet corner. Her first step was to caress my nipples to see if she could get a rise out of them. First she tried over my waterlogged shirt, then under. But only after she’d removed my shirt and kissed them was she satisfied.

Your jeans are drenched, she said.

As soon as I looked down, she unbuttoned and unzipped them. Before I knew it, they were below my knees and sliding the rest of the way off my legs. It had only seemed fair to reciprocate, so I pulled Tiffany’s shirt up and her jeans down. Her fingers were practiced and her pussy responsive. We probably would have climaxed then and there if a booming male voice hadn’t called her name. Got to go, she had said.

I shivered at the memory, rescued only by the heat of the afternoon sun.

Paco, the head of this chapter of the Swords of Doom, was directing the placement of the backsplash behind the mud pit and the transport of the local geyser-fed mud. His real name was Harold Peter Rosardo but if you’re in charge of twenty to thirty bloodthirsty bikers who have each put up tens of thousands of dollars to earn their spot with the Swords, people will call you what you tell them to.

Tiffany was a cockteaser. But since everybody knew that she was Paco’s old lady, no one ever rose to the bait. Paco didn’t mind her playing with the other girls, but other guys were strictly off limits. However, Tiffany, being Tiffany, always insisted on playing right up to the edge.

As if Paco didn’t have enough on his mind—directing the construction of the mud pit, worrying about safeguarding the fifteen women the Swords were in the process of trafficking over to the east coast, preparing for a possible visit by head biker Big George—Tiffany kept distracting him with outfit after outfit. She had started with a school girl ensemble complete with tight blouse and a pleated skirt which had covered almost nothing.

Paco had nodded. "It looks