Fi vs Riley: Sexy-B Erotic Combat

By Jason Pinaster

Like the good little jobber she was, Fiona took on all comers. She was a jobber—it was her job to make her opponents look good. For Fiona, winning was only a very occasional concern.

Riley came to Fi to be trained. Sometimes it felt good to win. Fiona licked her lips at the prospect of beating the blonde woman. Of course only if her training required it.

Buy this story and strap yourself in for non-stop romp after romp of sexy wrestling!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Jan 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005968489

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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Fi vs Riley Sexy-B Erotic Combat © 2022 Jason Pinaster

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Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2022; 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

Fi vs Riley Sexy-B Erotic Combat

When I wrestle, I’m a jobber. If the match was being videotaped, say for instance, at fightpulse.com, my job is to make the other wrestler look good. Or if the match was for a private session, my job was to make sure that the client got exactly what he or she wanted.

I was always paid when I wrestled.

I had a day job as well. But I carefully kept both sides of my life totally separate. None of my clients, not even fightpulse, knew what I did when I wasn’t wrestling.

Today I would be wrestling Gwendolyn at Absolute Victory, fightpulse’s sister site. At Fight Pulse, we kept our clothes on; at Absolute Victory, not so much. And at Absolute Victory the loser had to submit to the winner’s sexual whims.

Gwen was a couple of years older than me, a few inches taller, and almost forty pounds heavier. Her extra weight was mostly in her muscles; the only extra fat she carried was in her gorgeous breasts. Her boobs were more than a handful, at least when measured by my hands. Her hair was curlier than mine, and almost as long. Brown without my ginger highlights. She looked mean—my kind of girl.

Judging from the videos of her past fights, she had adequate skills, but my jiu jitsu was better. Gwen was stronger. I was faster. She almost always fought men and seemed to prefer to wrestle men rather than women. Nonetheless I wasn’t sure how to turn this preference in my favor.

Most of the time when I fight, I’m supposed to lose and I’m pretty sure that the producer had this in mind when he paired the two of us up. Gwen’s eighteen kilogram weight difference was pretty much an insurmountable advantage.

On the day of the fight, I decided to wear a white one-piece leotard. Even though my breasts had barely grown since puberty, my nipples were dark and clearly visible through the light fabric and so was the outline of my pussy. But behind my butt was nicely cupped.

Gwendolyn had come into the gym wearing a black bikini which had seen better days. My guess was that we were in for some clothes ripping. I couldn’t wait to make her boobs pop free.

Don’t you think you should get dressed, Fiona? sneered Gwen.

At least I was able to afford a new outfit.

She took a few mockingly mincing steps. Or do you prefer to be addressed as Fi-Fi?

Just Fi. Fi-Fi is for cats.

The producer gave us the rundown: the fight format was four rounds, without scheduled breaks. And it didn’t matter who won the rounds. Round one would be actual wrestling, but with groping and copping a feel. Round two would involve losing our clothes. Round three would be one wrestler establishing dominance or otherwise winning the fight. Round four, and the fight, would end only when the loser conceded defeat. No hitting, kicking, or injuries. The winner would choose her favorite sexual activity and compel the loser to engage in it.

I had been right about being faster than her and I was able to easily evade Gwen’s attempts to corner me. But running around the ring wasn’t wrestling so I moved to engage. And of course she immediately squeezed me into a bear hug, lifted me up, and tossed me down to the mats. Gwen jumped right on top of me and then got me into a scissors hold. I gritted my teeth and tried to push her legs apart. Damn she was strong!

Gwen reached over and slapped my cheek. Fiona, you’re not going to get out of his hold, so why bother trying?

Then the big slut lowered her hand and played with my nipple. Bitch, I said. She laughed and I knew that she’d felt my nipple harden.

You’re my little play toy, she said as she reached over to fondle my other nipple. "Oooh, and from the reaction of