Belly Punched

By Jason Pinaster

Shinju is recruited by two shadowy Special Agents, one male, the other female, to help take down a human trafficking ring. Just a simple undercover operation. There was only one problem: the tall blonde woman operating the ring would test her first. Or more accurately, Kyndall would test Shinju’s abdominal muscles to see how many punches they could absorb.

The second test would involve sushi being eaten off Shinju’s body. The agents showed her a video of another woman undergoing the test. First were strips of salmon, one on top of each breast, then down her belly. And then Kyndall took her time dropping dollops of Wasabi sauce, one beside each strip of salmon. This isn’t too bad, thought Shinju. But when Kyndall smiled and picked up an octopus, Shinju gasped. Her eyes bugged out when the blonde hellion dangled its tentacles over her victim’s—

What with all these tests, Shinju had difficulty reporting in, and who wouldn’t? So the agents showed up unexpectedly at a Jello wrestling competition. To maintain her cover, Shinju wrestled the female agent. Bikinis became pasted to bodies. Bikinis ripped.

Right after ‘dessert’, Shinju went back undercover and under the covers to complete her mission.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Oct 18, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005542504

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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Belly Punched © 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

Motivating Larry

For Real

The Mole

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 SleeperKidsWorld

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

Acknowledgement and Author’s Note

Jason Pinaster has published numerous other stories. His favorite themes center around erotic wrestling, tickling, wet & messy, and BDSM. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile or the notes at the back of this story.

Belly Punched

Today I was wrestling a private client. Georgina liked to be called ‘Georgie’ because she was working through the implications of her bisexual gender identity. She was taller, heavier, and stronger than I was and would therefore control the fight. All I would be able to do with my speed and superior technique was to ensure that Georgie didn’t accidentally injure me.

Georgie had picked me because she had heard that Japanese people were into all things kinky. It wasn’t generally true, but it was true for me so I didn’t bother to disabuse her of her notions of Japanese kinkiness.

There would be sex at the end of the bout. Sometimes Georgie lost on purpose so that I would be in charge of the sex. Sometimes she would win and be in control of our bodies. Sometimes she would start to fondle my body during the bout itself and then part of the contest would be to see who could arouse the other until arousal became more important than winning.

As usual, Georgie liked us to be wrestling in lingerie. My bra and panties were navy blue and low cut between my breasts and below my hips. Her lingerie was white to contrast with her brunette hair and well-tanned skin. Self-consciousness about her flabby belly meant that her panties came up to just under her belly button.

Georgie had one room in her apartment emptied of everything except black foam mats which were wall-to-wall on the floor. We circled each other, our backs almost touching the walls.

Shinju, have you heard of face-sitting? she asked. Subtlety wasn’t Georgie’s strong suit.

Sure, I said. Face sitting is where a woman sits her pussy on top of another person’s face for the purposes of oral sex. Facesitting can be either consensual or the person sitting can be forcing the person underneath to pleasure her.

Yeah. That’s it. What do you think about it?

It’s fun, I said.

She smiled. Do you like to sit or to be sat upon?

Both, I said, kinky Japanese woman that I was.

We started to circle closer. I engaged first, feinting in and then using my speed to obtain superior leverage and trip Georgie to the mats. She didn’t go down hard and, when I went down after her, I had to scoot away before she could grab onto me. I stood up. She did too and charged at me. This time she landed hard when I tripped her down and I got her into a rear naked choke. I was behind her, my arms wrapped around her neck.

Tap or go to sleep, I said.

Shinju, you wouldn’t.

Georgie, I would.

She tapped and I let her go.

We got up and circled to begin the second round. I lunged in and tripped her down to the mats again, just barely, and we grappled. I managed to wrap my legs around her torso and to interlock my ankles. I squeezed. Georgie struggled, working up a sweat, but was unable to dislodge my legs.

I have you immobile, I told her. You need to tap.

Hah, she said and bounced us up and down. That hurt my knees, ankles, and hips but I didn’t let go. Pain was part of the territory.

I squeezed. Tap out, Georgie.

She tried to bounce again but I squeezed my legs as hard as I could. She grunted and