STORY PREVIEW - Pleasing Lady Sakisama

Please enjoy a free teaser of my latest piece of erotic fan fiction. Starring Sakisama of the TJPW promotion enjoying some big black cock with a familiar executive from previous stories I've done. If you enjoyed this preview, then the full story is available now to read for my $10+ supporters! Thanks for reading!

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WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the wrestlers, promotions, places, etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. I do not own any of the wrestlers, trademarks, etc referenced in this story. All characters are 18 years or older in this story.
 
 Starring: Sakisama (aka Saki Akai, TJPW)
 
Pleasing Lady Sakisama
 
 An erotic celebrity fan-fiction story.
 
 by DaxG2001 ([email protected])

A Commissioned Story for [Anonymous].
 
 Codes: Cons, MF, oral, inter.
 
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This story is set in the same universe as fics such as A Simp-Po Threesome and Fired Idol, Better Queen. Prior reading of those stories is recommended, but not required.

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Business can often lead to unexpected opportunities. Malcolm Laurence already knew that all too well from the simple fact of being a mature, black American man who was making a living and career in Japan. And while his speciality was of the music and entertainment side of things, especially concerning the highly popular and marketable Idol industry, as of late he was branching out into other endeavours. Specifically representing talented, beautiful and young female pro wrestlers also known as Joshis. He’d been pleasantly surprised at how many of these wrestlers had started out as Idols and while most of them failed, finding a calling in grappling with gorgeous looks, bright colourful costumes all backed up with physical ability? The possibilities were endless.

He found himself currently backstage at a major wrestling event for the all female promotion Tokyo Joshi Pro Wrestling called Wrestle Princess 2. Clad as always in a smart attire of suit with tie, fitting nicely to his older, but still very well built frame. As part of ongoing discussions with the company and its owners, he’d been given an offer gift of tickets and passes to the event. Such sweeteners were as expected in discussions and negotiations. And he was currently already working with one of their biggest stars in Maki Itoh already, so it made sense to invite him. Truth be told, he wasn’t a major fan of the sport of pro wrestling, but he could certainly appreciate taking in the sights and sounds. That, and he was able to get a look at the many talented women in the promotion. He was already making a list on his phones with names to try and get a private meeting with some of the roster.

However, ripping his gaze away from his phone he heard what sounded like a metal tray clattering into a wall and some loud, angry yelling from down a corridor. Approaching, he then had to back against the side as hurriedly a smaller woman in what looked like a maid’s outfit rushed by looking fearful. She was carrying a serving tray which explained the noise he’d heard. He wisely let he run off as he turned his attention back as footsteps now approached his position.

A curious but very approving to the eye sight coming his way in the form of the villainous beauty of TJPW known as Sakisama. While known elsewhere in wrestling as Saki Akai, it’s clear that here in this company the leader of Neo Biishiki-gun was fully committed and in the zone as this egotistical character. The tall Japanese woman was clad in her wrestling attire of black and white bottoms and top, with various frills and tied laces with a striped bow just below the neck. All topped off with a large, extravagant black hat with a feather to give an overall look and feel of someone acting and dressing like she’s more of a French aristocrat than a Joshi pro wrestler.

“Guess that was your maid?” Malcolm spoke up, but in the native language of the land, as he motioned with a thumb down the corridor. “A case of good help being so hard to find, right?” He added to joke with a smile.

“I am not in the mood for jokes!” Sakisama said with already a clear, arrogant tone in her voice. “That worthless servant of mine cost me my precious Tag Team Championships!” She complained, looking like she was just going to storm past him.

“Sounds like you could do with some better assistance in your life, Miss.” Laurence said, moving off from the wall to deliberately step into her path.

“Assistance?? First of all, my name is Sakisama! A peasant like you would do well to remember that!” She narrowed her eyes glaring as she came to stop. “And I have no need for some commoner to offer their ‘help to someone of my status and standing.” Sakisama bragged.

“And that’s exactly where I come in, Lady Sakisama.” Malcolm said, starting to use his own silver tongue to flatter her. “You see, I’m not any regular man as you could probably tell.” He joked, referring to the clear contrast between his darker and her far paler, Asian skin tone. “The name is Malcolm Laurence, and I represent amongst other things a talent agency here in Japan.” He started to explain.

“Wait, that name.” She raised a finger, pondering it and seeing the passes around his neck. “Ah. Yes, I think I recall that name. You’re the American who has been doing business with that vulgar, failed Idol Maki Itoh, yes?” Sakisama said, placing a hand on her hip. “You might have the sort of status that is fitting of a woman like myself, but your taste in so-called talent clearly leaves a lot to be desired.” She mocked, both acknowledging his status but running him down at the same time. “You need to work a lot harder than just representing someone as lowly as Itoh to impress me.” She added, tuning her nose up at him.

“Sounds like a challenge to me.” Laurence seized on that remark. “Well perhaps, if your Ladyship would be so kind as to grant me an audience with yourself? I could show you what I have to offer?” He said, holding out his arm for her to offer in a gentlemanly fashion.

“I… W-Well I suppose, maybe I could give you a couple minutes of my time.” She was caught off guard by the offer, put composed herself with a brush back of her long hair. “A true Lady like me could do with a distraction after the torrid events of this night. I will grant you the honour of at least escorting me back to my quarters.” She said, as she placed her slim, pale arm into his and glanced down, noting the difference in muscle size between herself and the strong American.

“Oh, I think I can offer you a lot more than that, Lady Sakisama…” Malcolm commented with a handsome smile. “But it’s a good start at least…”

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