[Super Deadly Ham Attack]

(Kate & Skylar fought in Kate & Skylar: Coworker Boxing and Kate and Skylar: Coworker Catfight)

After the last two books I’d published, Skylar had wanted to take me on in whatever kind of match was most prevalent. We’d had a catfight and a boxing match, and my guess was that after my most recent book, she’d be asking me for a pro wrestling bout.

Sure enough, the day after publishing, she came into my cube, interrupting my five cheese rigatoni: “Kate, I loved your book!”
“Thanks,” I grinned, always enjoying a little ego stroking. “Well, so what was your favorite part?”
“Oh my gosh, I don’t know if I can pick one. I had to stop reading it, well,” she started flushing, “I’d get to the end of each chapter and, you know. Uhhh,” her voice dropped into a low whisper, “touch myself.”
“Were you imagining yourself as the winning wrestler, or the losing wrestler?”
“Losing,” she admitted, her face bright red. “Err, so… would you want to do a wrestling match with me?”
“Sure,” I agreed, already smelling another post-book story. “Anything special in mind?”
“Wellllllllllllll,” she hesitated. “You know, there’s one final frontier we haven’t crossed.”
“And what’s that?”
“Butt stuff,” she blurted. “So, maybe… whoever wins could, you know…”
“Fuck the loser’s ass?” I finished. She nodded, her eyes huge with suspense at what I was going to say. “Yeah, let’s do it!”

“Oh, Kate!” She pulled me into a hug. “This is going to be so much fun! You let me handle setting everything up, okay? Your basement is great, but I want to have a real ring and stuff. And I’ll get our outfits!”

A week later she had everything set up. She’d rented out a space downtown with a full-size wrestling ring - red white and blue ropes, a blue ring apron, and thick blue mats around the outside. Hanging from the ceiling six feet over the center of the mats was her strapon from our boxing match, a bright pink eight-incher that was going to go up one of our asses by the end of the night.

Skylar was waiting for me, already dressed in her ring outfit, a skimpy green bikini matched with white lace-up wrestling boots. For me she’d picked out a silver metallic one-piece cut high on the chest and hips. She turned her back as I got changed into it - as if we hadn’t already fucked each other’s brains out - then offered to help me with the boots she’d gotten me, an offer I declined as I laced them up quickly. I folded up my street clothes and stashed them in my corner, then came out to meet Skylar in the center of the ring, the strapon hanging menacingly over us like the sword of Damocles.

“You look great,” Skylar told me, running her eyes up and down my body.
“You, too,” I returned her gaze, drinking in her shape. “Are you nervous?”
“Yeah,” she muttered. “What about you?”
“No,” I grinned. “Well, shall we go over the rules?”
“Sure. We’ll go to a pinfall, or submission. The safe word is ‘Gatekeeper’. Winner can, you know… use the strapon. On the winner’s butt. And whatever else they want to do. Does that sound good?” she finished, thrusting her hand out for me to shake.
“Great,” I agreed, taking her hand and pumping it up and down. “Let’s get started.”

We both pulled our hands back, getting into our wrestling stances.
“Ding ding ding!” Skylar yelled. We closed to begin the match, both of our asses literally on the line.

“Have you done a lot of ass play?” I asked as we circled.
“Oh, a little,” she said guardedly. “What about you?”
“A bit,” I told her just as guardedly.

The truth was I could take or leave anal, but I’d given and gotten a pretty good amount over the years, some from a few exes who had been more into it, more from the exclamation point winning or losing a fight. I’d been rolled over, put into a hammerlock and fucked in the ass more than once by a woman who’d beaten me and was making sure I understood who the winner and who the loser was, and I’d done it to other women for the same reason just as often. Not that Skylar needed to know any of that. Information is power in a match, and I wasn’t giving away anything I had to.

I held my right hand up, palm out, challenging Skylar to lock up. She accepted quickly, stepping forward, I noted, without even glancing down at my feet to make sure I wasn’t tricking her, getting into a collar-and-elbow with me.

We struggled for position, both of us trying to overpower the other. I realized quickly we were too closely matched - Skylar is about an inch and a half taller, but the tiny leverage advantage she got from this was counterbalanced by my greater strength.

But not great enough to muscle her where I wanted. We kept pushing against each other, an absolutely adorable look of concentration on Skylar’s face as she attempted to overpower me. I almost felt bad kicking her in the gut, the tip of my toe sinking into her belly as her eyes bugged out in surprise.

“Skylar,” I said her name calmly as I pulled her down into a headlock, “you really are too cute.” I threw myself backwards, bringing her with me, driving the top of her head into the mat in a sharp DDT.

I rolled over and hopped to my feet. Skylar got up as well, shaking her head. She offered me another lockup, and I had to keep the grin off my face as I stepped forward to close with her, planning to get that gut kick she didn’t seem ready for.

But the student had become the master as she got it off first, her foot coming up to slam into my stomach. Now it was the tip of her boot digging into my belly, and I stumbled back, fighting away the natural urge to cover my stomach and bend over.

“Sorry,” Skylar told me as she came in, grabbing my shoulders and slamming a knee into my belly. Maybe I should have covered my stomach after all. Too late now - her kneecap smashed the air out of my body, and I leaned against her to avoid falling over on my face.

She went around behind me, linking her arms around my midsection, leaning back and lifting me right off the mat. I realized she was giving me a German suplex as I went up and over her head. She released me, leaving me to land on my neck and shoulders. I lay there awkwardly for a second before rolling onto my back, hurt too badly to get up.

“Kate, are you okay?” Skylar asked, leaning down, her face crinkled with concern. “I could pin you now if you want?”
“No thanks,” I moaned, rolling over and rubbing my neck.
“Well, then let’s keep going!” Skylar chirped, grabbing my hair and right shoulder and yanking me up to my feet.

She whipped me into the ropes. I turned, hitting on my back, bouncing off straight into a dropkick, the bottoms of her boots smashing into my face. I went flying backwards, landing on my back again, staring up at the ring lights.

I heard Skylar bouncing off the ropes to my right and turned my head to see her running at me. I just managed to sit up and avoid the legdrop she aimed across my throat, leaving her to yell in surprise as instead the bottom of her leg and her butt smacked loudly into the canvas.

This gave me enough time to scramble up to my feet, ignoring the ache in my face, neck and shoulders. Skylar got up as well, shaking off the effects of her missed leg drop, as we circled each other, hands high.

Skylar offered me a lockup, but I just shook my head. Her eyebrows went up a little bit: “C’mon, Kate, you aren’t scared of me, are you?”
“I’ve got respect for your skills,” I told her. “Totally different.”
“I’ve got respect for you, too, Kate,” she told me earnestly. “But I’m still going to hump your butt!”

“Yeah,” I agreed, trying not to crack up at this. “Right.” Oh, no. I couldn’t hold it - the look on her face was attempting to be intimidating, but her big eyes and youthful features made it impossible to pull off. And she wasn’t going to fuck my ass, she was going to hump my butt? I felt a deep belly laugh starting to build in my body.

“Kate, what’s so funny?” Skylar asked as I tried and failed to force the laugh back down. I tried to tell her it was nothing, but instead of those words a huge bark of laughter burst out of my mouth,  the cartoonish look of injured dignity on her face just driving me on.

“Are you laughing at me?” she wailed.
“No,” I managed to gasp. “Oh my god, your face-” A new wave of uncontrollable laughter came over me before I could even apologize.
“Well, let’s see how funny this is!” she yelled, grabbing me and whipping me into the ropes again.

I turned and bounced off the ropes, and I have to admit that I didn’t find the huge clothesline she laid me out flat with very funny. I ended up on my back, rubbing my sore jaw, looking up to see Skylar straddling my midsection.

“Kate, I’m gonna tickle you,” she told me.
“No!” I howled. “Skylar, don’t you dare-”

She did, leaning down and tickling me with both hands on my sides. I shrieked, slapping ineffectively at her hands. I hate being tickled, all the more so because once someone started doing it, my body was totally locked up in helpless laughter. It was no different this time as I rolled around on the mat, screaming with laughter, tears running down my face as I couldn’t even control myself enough to slap her hands away.

Finally, she let up, and I was able to suck down a breath. I was way too gassed to think about even trying to get up, momentarily at my opponent’s complete mercy.

“You didn’t tell me you were ticklish,” Skylar told me with a mischievous little grin.
“Do not tickle me,” I thundered commandingly. Skylar sometimes told me I could be very stern, and I was being as stern as possible at the moment.
“So you give up?” she smiled.
“I absolutely do not give up - no!” I screamed as she went in for more.

This time it was even worse. I howled with laughter, writhing on the mat, paralyzed by my opponent’s fingers dancing up and down my ribs. It felt like it went on for hours, although I’m sure it was just a few minutes, which was enough to totally drain my energy.

When Skylar left off this time I recognized I was in big trouble, totally out of breath, my body sore from the convulsions of laughter. I was completely at Skylar’s mercy, knowing I wouldn’t be able to stop whatever she wanted to do to me.

“Kate, tickling you is fun,” she told me. I didn’t even have the energy to oxygen to respond, just laying there an exhausted mess, trying to suck air into my lungs. “Hey, I’m gonna take your suit off now, okay?”

She didn’t wait for a response, instead rolling me over, unzipping my suit and pulling it down and off my body, leaving me in just my boots. I was still too tired to sit up, just looking at Skylar as she teased me by reaching back and unhooking her top.

“Like what you see, Kate?” she asked, her voice low and raspy. I managed a nod. “Good, keep watching.” She brought her hands around, covering her breasts even as she let the top fall down to the mat, cupping her boobs and making what I think was supposted to be a sultry face. She teased me a little bit more before finally lowering her hands, inviting me to get a good look at her bare breasts.

She posed for me, hands on her hips, jutting her chest forward, shaking her torso back and forth. I have to admit it was a very erotic sight, arousal starting to battle with the bone-deep exhaustion I still felt.

“Are you watching?” Skylar asked. I managed another nod, and she teased taking off her bottoms, too, hooking her thumbs through the waistband before changing her mind to instead run her hands over her stomach. “I dunno, Kate, should I take this off?”

“Yes,” I managed to rasp. “Take it off.”
“Mmmm,” she made a show of thinking this over. “I dunno. What are you going to do for me if I do?”
“What do you want?”
“Wellllllllllll,” she walked over to me, her hips swaying. “I want you to kiss my butt.”
“It’s a deal.”

Skylar excitedly slipped her bottoms off and tossed them aside, then turned to present her narrow white-woman ass to me. I finally managed to sit up, grabbing her hips and attaching my lips to her left buttcheek.

I did my best to give her a hickey, sucking as hard as I could, her sweaty skin filling my mouth. I don’t know what Skylar thought I was going to do, but apparently this wasn’t it.
“Eeee!” she squealed, trying to pull away. I wrapped both arms around her stomach, keeping her right where she was.

It worked for a second before she threw her elbow back. I don’t know if she meant to hit me as hard as she did, but her elbow cracked into my forehead, putting me down on the mat. All that was missing was the cartoon birds as I stared up at the swimming ring lights.

“Kate!” Skylar yelled, sitting on my stomach, shaking me by the shoulders. “Kate, are you okay?”
I opened my mouth to tell her I was, but I guess I was moving too slowly as she woke me up with a huge slap, spit flying out of my mouth as she turned my head.

“Ow!” I barked.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” I lied. “Get off me.”
“You know, you’re pinned right now,” she pointed out.
“Skylar, get off!”
“Get me off. One…”

Ah, shit. I was hoping for more time to recover, but this was going to have to be close enough. I grabbed her hips and heaved her off, her count turning into a high scream as she went flying, then a grunt as she landed on her right arm and rolled over onto her back.

We both got up, and I tried to mask how tired I still felt, attempting to project calm professionalism. Skylar, as usual, was an open book, her features set into an absolutely adorable look of concentration as we circled.

Maybe I could buy myself a little more time if I could get her talking: “So Skylar, you know a lot about pro wrestling?”
“Well, I’ve watched a lot of videos!” she chirped.
“Okay… like, WWE or AEW, or like porno stuff?”
“Mostly porno stuff,” she told me cheerfully. “I’m gonna use it on you. I just need to get you down on the mat first!”

With that she lunged at me. I tried to back her off with a kick to the stomach, but I was still too sore to get much juice into it, and she powered through it with a grunt, getting her hands on my shoulders.

The knee she shot up into my gut blasted all the air I’d managed to take in back out in one wet gasp. Before I could even fall down Skylar picked me up off the mat, her right arm between my legs, holding me up sideways for a second, then throwing herself forwards.

My back hit the mat, hard, with Skylar landing on top of my belly even harder a second later. She got off me just to roll me over onto my chest, then sat down on my back. She grabbed my arms, pulling them back over her own legs, setting me up for a camel clutch.

But instead of locking her hands under my chin, she grabbed my bare breasts. This must’ve been that porno stuff she was just telling me about.

“Gotcha, Kate!” she yelled happily as she started eagerly groping my tits. “I love wrestling!”
I’ve certainly spent less enjoyable afternoons as Skylar worked over my chest, my nipples getting rock-hard under her touch as I told myself I was just catching my breath.

“Kate, you aren’t gonna even try and get out?” Skylar purred, picking up on my temporary submission. “You must really be looking forward to me humping your butt! Tell you what, if you want to give up now, I’ll still make you cum.”
“I’m not that easy,” I muttered. Maybe it was time to get out of this.

Unfortunately, whatever videos Skylar was watching had given her enough info to have this locked on pretty good. I was going to have to trick her into letting me go, and I thought I knew just how to prompt her to move:

“So how are you going to finish me off?” I asked. Skylar didn’t stop kneading my breasts even as she thought for a moment. I held my breath, waiting for her to get off me so I could make my move.

Skylar made a rookie mistake, assuming I was just going to lay there and let her do whatever she wanted as she released me and got up. She rolled me over onto my back, but that was as far as she got before I sat up, grabbed the back of her knees and pulled.

My opponent screamed in surprise as she went over backwards, the back of her head smacking loudly into the canvas. I hopped up to my feet, catching a lucky break as Skylar made a second beginner mistake, shaking her head and blinking instead of immediately moving to defend herself.

Taking advantage, I dropped my right elbow into her stomach, the hard tip sinking deep into her belly. Skylar sat up from the impact, eyes bugging out, before falling back to the mat with a deep moan, just barely able to move her hands over her injured stomach.

I fought down the urge to apologize, instead grabbing a handful of her hair and her right shoulder and pulling her up to her feet. I got her in a hammerlock, walking her across the ring towards the ropes. She made one escape attempt, a sloppy elbow that missed my stomach by a good six inches, before we arrived at the ropes.

I forced her down to her knees, then forward, pressing her neck down against the middle rope. I went around to her left side, bracing my knee against the back of her head. I think she realized what I was doing too late, a loud, wet glack bursting out of her mouth as I forced her head down, choking her against the rope.

I’d made sure to leave Skylar’s arms free so she could tap out - I wanted to beat her in a wrestling match, not kill her - and offered her my gentlest “Tap when you’ve had enough” as I pressed my knee down against the back of her head. I think she may have tried to bark a defiant “Never!”, but it came out as a strangled “Nbhagh!” instead.

“Say, Skylar, you know what the ropes on a wrestling ring are made out of?” I asked conversationally as my victim gasped and choked, trying fruitlessly to push the rope away from her neck with both hands. “It’s elevator cables. Are you sure you don’t want to tap now?”

“Gblagh,” Skylar managed, still frantically but uselessly pushing on the rope with both hands.
“Yup,” I agreed, easing up on the pressure. I wanted her tired-out and unable to resist, not out cold. I took my leg completely off of her, and she just lay against the ropes, moaning unhappily, leaning up a little bit and massaging her neck. Perfect.

“Hey, Skylar, I want to show you something,” I told her, pulling her up to feet, linking my arms around her midsection. “Here we go!”

I lifted her up, back, over my head, giving her back the German suplex she’d used on me earlier. I held on to her through the move, her shoulders and neck planted on the mat, my arms still around her body as I was arched over backwards.

“This is a pin, since your shoulders are touching the mat,” I told her. “One… two…”
She escaped, barely, flopping over to the side and breaking my grip. I pounced, rolling her over onto her back, my right forearm pressing down against her neck, my left going between her legs to rub her pussy.

I had to be careful here. The arm across her neck was to keep her too tired and fuzzy-headed to fight back, the hand between her legs the real attack that would get her to give up. Luckily she was pretty turned on, wet enough that I could have gone right to fingering her. I held off, just teasing her, rubbing the outside for now, trying to confuse her mind between the lack of oxygen and pleasure of having her pussy rubbed.

It seemed to be working. Skylar braced both hands against my right arm, but that was all, not even closing her legs. She panted up at me, her eyes wide with arousal.

“Skylar, you aren’t gonna even try and get up?” I teased her. “Do you want to give up now? I’ll still make you cum.”
“How?” she rasped.
“Well, however you want,” I purred. “But I’m going to fuck your tight little ass afterwards.”

I could see her thinking this over. Just to give her a little extra incentive, I bore down both with my forearm across her neck and my fingers aggressively rubbing her pussy. She chose to fight, her hands braced against my neck pushing up, her face contorting with effort as she tried to push me up and off.

It didn’t work. If she had thought to roll me off to the side, I couldn’t have stayed where I was, but she tried to just push me straight up, and I managed to ride it out. I could see the fight go out of her as she laid back with a moan, and I eased up with my right arm, the left delivering the finishing blow as I slipped two fingers in and started pumping her pussy.

“C’mon, any way you want,” I tried, trying to pitch my voice low and sultry. “You’re going to lose anyway, you might as well let me make you feel good. I will make you feel so good, Skylar,” I leaned down to promise her.

“But then you’re gonna hump my butt!” she squeaked.
“That’ll feel good, too. And if it doesn’t, we’ll stop. Okay?”
“Okay,” she sighed. “Then I give up.”

“Good decision,” I told her, leaning up. “Now how do you want to get off?”
“Ummmm,” she was blushing, her cheeks a hot red. “Err… would you… fuck me?”
“With the dildo?”
“Yes.”
“You got it,” I gave her hair a quick rustle before climbing off her. “Get those bottoms off, okay?”

I left her there and walked over to where the dildo was hanging over the center of the ring. I had to jump up to grab it, pulling it down with a loud rip as it came free of the velcro Skylar had used to attach it.

I turned it over in my hands. This was the same toy from our dildo boxing match, eight inches of pre-lubed pink plastic on the outside, then a curved inner part that would fuck me back, also already lubed. I slid it up my legs, gasping as I pushed the inner part, the plastic cold in my pussy.

I cinched up the straps and gave the fake cock a few firm jerks. It was secure, and I could feel the motion translated into the inner part, a very nice low throb. I walked back over to Skylar, my bright pink cock bobbing in front of me with every step.

I got down on my knees in front of her as she spread her legs wide, staring up at me, raw lust written on her face. I got on top of her, opting for boring old missionary - not the most exciting position, but I wanted to be in complete control of how I penetrated Skylar.

“Well, Skylar, you wanted to get fucked?” I purred. Her response was to buck her hips against me, trying to impale herself. “Whoa, girl! Hold on, I’m gonna fuck you!”

I reached down to guide the dildo in as I pressed it against her pussy. Skylar wrapped her arms around me, pulling me closer to her as I pushed in. She gasped in my ear, and I moaned back, the sensation traveling through the fake cock into my own pussy.

I’ve used toys like this before, but it had been a while, and I’d forgotten how great it could feel as I started fucking Skylar, deep and slow.

“This what you wanted?” I demanded. “Flat on your back with me fucking your brains out?”
“Yes!” she gasped as I drove home another stroke. “Faster, please! Make me cum!”

Well, I did say however she wanted. I picked up the pace, giving her hard strokes, a loud slap of my thighs smacking into her after each one, mixing with Skylar’s panting and my grunting. She reached between us, frantically rubbing her clit.

I felt her getting closer and closer, her body starting to shake, her panting slurring into one high scream of joy. I finished her off, slamming home the last thrusts that took her there, her free hand digging into the canvas.

“That’s it,” I egged her on. “Fucking cum! That’s it! Don’t hold back!”
“Kaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaate!” she howled in the grip of her climax, bucking against me. Her body tensed up, then relaxed, and I came to a stop, just drinking in the sweaty, happy sight of her.

“Holy schamoly,” she eventually muttered.
“Good?” I asked. She nodded, eyes still closed. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. You know what’s going to happen now?”
“You’re gonna hump my butt,” she squeaked, her eyes opening, going down to the strapon as I pulled my hips back. “Err…. with that…?”
“Let’s start with a finger,” I purred. “Roll over, okay? Lift your hips up.”

She rolled over and lifted her hips up, presenting herself to me. I patted her butt with a “Stay there,” then went and got my lube (never leave home without it!) and returned. I squoze a huge glob out of the tube and started getting her ready, feeling her body jolt as I began applying the lubricant to her back door.

“So, Skylar,” I started in my friendlist tone, as if lubing her asshole up was the most normal thing in the world for two besties to be doing, “I’m gonna be real gentle, but I want you to tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
“I can take it,” she told me.
“I know you can,” I agreed, “but the point isn’t if you can take it, the point is if you’re enjoying yourself. Okay?”
“Yes, ma’am,” she muttered. Good enough.

When her butt and my right index finger were well lubed, I pressed the tip up against her asshole: “Relax, it’s gonna feel great. Try and unclench.” The lube made everything so slick my digit slipped right in. I could feel Skylar jolt even so, and I started slow, just barely moving my finger.

I knew what would make her feel good. I started rubbing her pussy with my other hand, slipping a finger in there as well. I matched the movements, both hands still moving slowly as I fingered her pussy and ass.

Despite having cum her brains out just a few minutes before, Skylar responded quickly, her hips starting to thrust back against my hands, little panting moans slipping out of her mouth. Obviously my finger in her pussy wouldn’t deliver as much sensation as the 8-inch strapon had, but I tried to make up for it with greater control, curling my fingers. I don’t know if this did anything for her butt, but the one up her pussy had an effect right away as she made a deep gasp.

“So how are we doing?” I asked. “You wanna keep going?”
“Uhhh,” Skylar moaned.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes!” she yelled. “Oh, crumb!”

My right finger started getting a little tired - her ass was tight - but before it got too uncomfortable I could tell she was going to finish again, her body starting to tense as she pounded the mats with her fist.

“Are you going to cum again?” I asked, like I didn’t know the answer.
“Yes,” she panted. “I’m gonna fricking cum!”
“Go ahead.”

She came, her ass clenching so hard I thought she was going to break my finger for a moment. I had to stop moving that finger, but the one in her pussy kept going. I could only imagine how she felt as she screamed my name through her climax.

Finished, I pulled my hands out and she collapsed to the mat. For a second she just lay there before rolling over to stare up at me, her eyes opening slowly: “Hi, Kate.”
“Hi,” I laughed. “So did you like it?”
“I loved it!” She sat up. “What did you think?”
“Oh, it was fun. Well,” I stood up, “I gotta go wash my hands, and you probably wanna wash that lube out-”
“Kate, no, hold on. You never got to finish!”
“It’s fine-”
“I insist,” she told me, standing up. “A lady doesn’t blue-ball. Lay down and I’ll finish you off.”

Ahh, what the hell. I was pretty wound up myself, and with a mental shrug I laid down, curious to see what she was going to do. My strapon pointed straight up at the lights for a second before Skylar straddled it, giving me a lewd grin as she reached down and parted her lower lips.

“Are you ready, Kate?” She lowered herself down, the tip of my plastic cock just pressing lightly up against her entrance. “I’m going to fuck you now. This is your reward,” she told me, slowly lowering herself.

The feeling transmitted through the strapon was strong - maybe the position, or because it was Skylar moving and not me, or maybe just because I was all keyed up. I heard myself gasp as she bottomed out, then she made good on her promise, fucking me, hard and rough.

“Holy shit!” I moaned. I was more used to fucking someone with one of these than having them fuck it, and I was soon squirming on the mat at the unexpected pleasure. Staring up at Skylar only made it hotter, her blonde hair plastered to her flushed skin with sweat, naked lust on her face as she rode me cowgirl style.

“I’m gonna cum,” I rasped all too soon. “Skylar, I’m gonna cum!”
“Cum,” she ordered me. “Cum, Kate! Cum!”

I came, thrusting up against her from the mat, trying to match her down-stroke for a second before it was too much, my hips moving on their own as the climax came over me, washing everything else away. I heard myself yelling Skylar’s name, my toes curling into the mat, pleasure filling me up from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet.

Finished, Skylar climbed off me. I was too weak to stand in my afterglow, and she pulled me up, looping one arm around her shoulder: “Let’s go get cleaned up.”
“Yeah,” I sighed dreamily. A nice hot shower sounded pretty good right now.