Motivating Larry An Intergender Wrestling Story

By Jason Pinaster

Another Jason Pinaster mixed wrestling story.

The Sexy-B was in trouble.

A journalist was about to discredit the fetish wrestling emporium by publishing an article claiming that the men always lost at the Sexy-B and that the women always won. If everyone thought that its fights were fixed, the Sexy-B would be doomed.

So Sarah called Larry, a reporter friendly to the Sexy-B and he agreed to help. Larry promised to write a story revealing the true state of affairs at the gym. He would wrestle Sarah and write a story about it.

Sarah knew that for this to work Larry would have to beat her. And he would have to beat her fair and square. She couldn’t just let him win. He would need to be motivated. And the first step to motivating him would be to arrange for him to wrestle Gwen. Big bad Gwen. Big bad Gwen and all her toys.

This story contains one GG and four MF sex wrestling encounters.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Jun 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463642474

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, sign up here: http://eepurl.com/ghTq3z You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers. I have been writing fiction for several years but in 2015 I started to concentrate on erotica. My first series featured lawyer Christopher Carter. Carter doesn't have to abide by law society rules. A little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. Then I moved on to Lusty Lee, a private investigator. My current dominatrix series, which is nearing the end of its cycle, features specific fetishes—some outlandish—serviced by Mistress Megan. Along the way, I have written individual stories featuring wrestling, food fetishism, tickling, sex games and BDSM. I have published one novella set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and am presently revising a second. My current novel features a sex robot. Experience Court Clerk, 2000 to date in Ontario, Canada Writing: since Grade 3 (1983) Skills and Expertise Writing Editing Research Education B.A. (English Lit.) 1992-1995, Augustana University College Diploma in Court Procedure, 1996-1998, Everest College

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Motivating Larry An Intergender Wrestling Story © 2021 Jason Pinaster

Other Erotic Wrestling Stories by Jason Pinaster:

Tiebreaker

Wrestling, Lusty Lee Log 19

Sex Wrestler

Gym Moves

Sexy-B Wrestling

Brawling at the Sexy-B

Scissored

Squeezed

Right Hand Ready

Slim

Sex Wrestler II

Zigzaging Zia

Tickle Fight

Oya

Lick My Toes

Vexatious Viv

Nitro Nancy

Dodge Ball

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2021; all rights reserved.

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

Cover Notes and Credits Many thanks to fightpulse.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 Sexy-B Wrestling stories. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile

Motivating Larry An Intergender Wrestling Story

Mike put both his hands on my left arm, flung me into the ropes and, when I recoiled back, absorbed the force of my body bouncing back at him. Then he used the fact that I was momentarily stunned to trip me face first onto the canvas. Before I could even think about getting back up, he pressed his weight down on me and began to fondle my ass.

Mike was a heavy-set guy with limited wrestling skills and an even more limited range of demands. As long as I grabbed his balls and he got the chance to squeeze my breasts and cop a feel through my panties while he sweated through a good workout, he would be happy. Since I was a woman, it stood to reason that Mike was bigger than me and stronger—taller by five inches and heavier by fifty pounds. And some of my weight was in my breasts; his was, except in his gut, mostly muscle. So wrestling Mike shouldn’t really be a contest. My only advantages were that I was faster and more focussed.

Letting Mike fondle my ass allowed me time to recover. And besides, what was the point of wearing high-cut shorts if it wasn’t to allow him to fondle my ass? I lay still while his hands kneaded and caressed. It was almost like getting a massage. But as soon as he shifted his weight to target the area between my legs, I squirmed away.

Mike liked to wrestle inside a boxing ring. I preferred having foam mats under me to break my falls. Mike was the customer. This ring was somewhat small—sixteen feet (or five meters) to a side. Each side had four ropes to prevent us from falling out.

Mike was a little slower than I was getting up and I could have slammed my hip into his shoulder but this was the first round of our three-round match. The first round was about letting Mike hurt me, or at least hurt me enough to let me believably pretend to be hurt.

True to form, Mike grabbed my left arm and used it to pull himself back to standing. Once more, I flew into the ropes. But this time, instead of bouncing me off his chest, Mike slammed his fist into my gut. The strength of my abs meant that I was winded, but not hurt. I pretended to be hurt.

Mike pushed my back to the ropes, draped my arms over the top rope and wrapped the ropes around them. I wasn’t really restrained but pretended to be in too much agony to escape. He ripped down the center of my blouse sending buttons flying off in every direction. Then his hands squeezed my bra, forcing my nipples to engorge.

Gwennie’s still a slut, I see, he said as he rubbed my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Mike knew that my name was Gwendolyn, not ‘Gwennie’, and he knew that I didn’t like my name being made fun of. But with what he was paying me, I guessed he’d earned the right.

Fuck you, I wheezed.

That bit of bravado cost me my shorts. Big beefy hands grabbed either side, popped the button, and forced the zipper down to the bottom where it snapped off its lower clasp. Let’s just say that I get my wardrobe at bargain basements and thrift stores. Thankfully, Mike doesn’t mind paying full retail.

A large finger touched between my thighs, then moved up to my panties. There was