Sunday, February 19, 2017

Sonia Slumbers



Sonia was crazy to be in a boxing ring with Jon Amur. He had four inches and twenty pounds on her, all of it muscle. As she watched Amur throwing rapid punches in the air, Sonia cursed herself for being so impulsive.
It all started because Sonia wanted to sleep with Amur, which he would have agreed to in an instant. But when she stood before him in the gym of the Amazonia Boxing Club, feeling overwhelmed by his muscular presence, Sonia's legs and will melted and she challenged Amur to a match.

One punch and she's asleep, decided Jon Amur. Assessing Sonia's compact, slender body, Amur wondered how some women made the choices they did. She wants to fuck, he thought, but some women have to do everything the hard way! Good thing Emma the Ref is here, because I'm not carrying her to the recovery room.
"Okay you two!" Emma the Ref  said aloud, waving the two boxers in. "Fight!"
Amur was out first, fists on the defensive. Sonia followed, desperate to conceal her fear. They circled, Sonia dodging punches until she saw Amur maneuvering her into the ropes. She panicked.
"Jon...know what's wrong with you?"
"No, what?" he replied, casually.
"You like old lady pussy!"
"Wha?!"
WHAM!!
Sonia's body went into the upper cut, which landed dead on Jon Amur's chin. He lay on his back, looking dreamily up at Sonia, who was moving around him, stunned by delivering a KO. Emma the Ref was counting him out, all five fingers on left hand extended.
Amur looked at Sonia's long legs and blacked out.


It was true. Jon Amur was involved with two older women at the moment, Beatrice and Donna, who were both members of the 40 plus women at the Amazonia, known as the Cougar Clique. Both women had knocked Amur out in public matches a year earlier and he had enjoyed their favors on a regular basis ever since.
Amur was still sensitive about the defeats and that someone figured out his older woman fetish. Sonia had used the information to land a sucker punch defeat and Amur wanted a rematch, which Sonia had to accept or lose her Amazonia membership.

"Look Jon, she's a stupid, young kid. okay? She was acting impulsively!"
Emma could see Jon Amur wasn't listening and was staring through her to the apprehensive Sonia.
"Some women have to do things the hard way," Jon Amur told Emma.
"Fine! Just make it fast!"

Jon Amur strode from the corner, moving implacably at Sonia, who back peddled, aware of what was about to happen.
WHAP!!
Sonia dropped against the ropes in a deep KO daze.Her wide, glazed eyes did register Amur guiding her by the hand to the middle of the ring. Senseless on her feet, Sonia yielded to Jon positioning her head for the finishing punch. Loud birds were singing in her head.
An upper cut switched off the flickering lights in the girl's brain and Sonia was stone cold unconscious.
Jon Amur waited for the ten count from Emma the Ref before hefting Sonia over his shoulder, her arms and legs dangling like a rag doll's limbs. As he started out of the ring, Emma ran after him.
"What are going to do, Jon!"
"Relax, Emma..."
Emma followed Jon Amur into the recovery room, where placed Sonia on a bed. He kissed her lips.
"When sleeping beauty wakes up, tell her we should talk." Jon said as he went out the door.




Saturday, February 11, 2017

Amazon Love



One look at the calendar and Sam knew why he'd received a challenge from Sophia, better known as the crime fighter Feline Avenger. It was two weeks in to April and the mating season of the Amazon Sisterhood was under way. He speculated about what Sophia was expecting from their post-match encounter. Part of the courtship ritual of the Amazon Sisterhood was to defeat the selected male in combat. When the loser recovered, he either mated with his opponent until she was pregnant or became her husband. However the situation worked out, Sam felt content knowing, for a fact, that a beautiful woman wanted to fuck him.

Then a drawback struck Sam: he was very likely going to get knocked out. Every perspective father chosen by an Amazon at the Amazonia Boxing Club had been carried from the ring, bruised and unconscious. Sam had watched his friend Ernie take a beating from a warrioress, who later gave birth to his twin daughters. Sam could tolerate losing a fight to a woman if it meant he got laid. But getting KOed cold in front of everyone at the Club made him hesitant.

"Don't worry, it will be over fast," Emma the Ref assured Sam in the moments before round one.
Most of the Club was present at ringside. The women, who made up most of the Amazonia's membership, had been intermittently shouting "Knock him out!" since Sophia appeared.
"Sophia likes you, Sam. After all, she picked you to be the father. The beating is just a..."
"Formality?"
"Yeah!"
Sam knew from looking over Sophia that she was probably a better fighter and definitely stronger than he was. The Amazon carried herself with a statuesque, almost divine grace, her sable hair pulled back in a tight pony tail, that bounced off her sculpted shoulders with every movement. When they closed in on each other after the buzzer sounded, her brown eyes stabbed Sam.

Sam was worked over for three rounds.
"I've never seen a woman so in love in my life!" Emma told Sam, who was slumped in a folding chair in his corner. Worn out and bruised, he could feel the dull ache of the purple ring forming around his right eye.
"And there's only seven rounds left..." he groaned.
"In this instance, I doubt it!" Emma said and was about to wish Sam "pleasant dreams," when the fourth round began.
Sophia fixed her eyes grimly on Sam, who saw a red boxing glove slam into his face. A loud "WHAP!" in Sam's skull was followed by the rumble of his body hitting the canvas, at Sophia's bare feet.
As Sophia strutted around the ring, fists raised over her head, Emma the Ref counted out the slumbering Sam, lamenting to herself, "It's always the nice guys..."


The Amazon gave Sam a few days to recover, but not completely heal. Bruised men really turned her on, especially if her fists made the contusions.
Over the next month, Sam and Sophia spent weekends together. Each time, she felt increasingly comfortable with her new man. One night they role played, Sam as a bad guy intent on robbing a bank and Sophia, naked except for her cat's ears cowl, was the good girl crime fighter, secretly in love with Sam. After each orgasm, Sophia would "capture" Sam by KOing him with abreast smoother. when he came to, he'd be hornier than when they started.

"Sam! We're pregnant! You did it!"
Sam reacted as expected: first startled and then happy.
They had just finished Sunday morning breakfast in Sam's apartment.
"How long have you known?"
"The doctor told me Friday. I didn't want to tell you until everything was ready."
"Everything ready?"
Sam was confused.
"Sure! Ready for your trip to my home, Paradise Island."
"My trip? What are you talking about?"
"You're the father, right Sam?"
"Of course I am."
"Then it's your job to raise our child."
Gagging on his coffee, Sam spluttered," I can't raise a kid!"
"Yes you can." Sophia stated, getting to her feet and joyously sitting in Sam's lap, locking her arms around his neck and kissing him.
"Look, I'll be there in a few months to give birth, then you can be the Daddy."
"And what the hell will you be doing?!"
Sam moved to escape Sophia's embrace, but she held him in the chair.
"Back here, fighting crime with Justice Force! I have a five year agreement with them. When it expires, I'll come back to you and our child!" Sophia explained, patting her stomach maternally. "By that time I'll know if I want to marry you or not."
"And how will you make that decision?"
"I'm going to try some other suitable men, see how they make me feel compared to you. But I think you're pretty much a shoe in."
She kissed Sam again, long and deeply, she would never taste his lips for a long while. Then Sophia picked up the cell phone she had left on the table that morning.
"And don't worry, Sam, my sisters will help you with the baby and, who knows, a few might want a baby of their own."
Pointing the cell phone at Sam, she pressed "SEND." A jet of pink smoke engulfed Sam's head. It was impossible not to inhale.
"Hey!" Sam moaned, suddenly high and sleepy all at once. The kitchen rolled and Sam reached haltingly for something to catch as he fell. He resisted the pull of sleep, but it was useless. Blackness swarmed him.
Five minutes later, Sam was loaded on a gurney and then into a private ambulance that had pulled up to his front door.  As the vehicle sped off, Sophia waved with one hand, resting the other on her stomach, ready to start a new life for all three of them.
   



    


Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Kiki and Jon




"You've had wood for me since we started!"
There was a joyous mockery in Kiki's voice, as she were making a final judgement before finishing off a victim. Kiki never boxed with a man unless he was client, but she had gotten out of bed that morning with a strong desire to beat up a male. So she scanned the Amazonia Boxing Club for the right punching bag and spotted Jon, whose strong build and thick black hair got her stoked.
Jon, dangling helplessly on the ropes, wanted to tell Kikis she was right, but he was too groggy and worn out. Instead, he gurgled stupidly.
"I'm ending this, Jon! Knocking you the fuck out!"
The idea jolted lust in Jon's already burning loins.
"What do you want, a BJ or a hand job?!"
Kiki was medium height, with strong, broad shoulders that supported her 34 GG tits, currently bare in a successful effort to keep Jon distracted. Her makeup was intentionally "slutty," because she knew men like Jon wanted to be hit by a woman who looked ready for sex.
"Han...d..." mumbled Jon.
"Okay then!"
Kiki tilted his head up until they were face to face and then held her right glove in Jon's face. "See it?"
Jon nodded listlessly.
"It's going to put you out! Kiss it!"
Jon tilted his head into the front of the glove and smacked his lips on the leather.
"Nice boy! Good-night, asshole!"
BAP!
Jon went out on his feet. A feeling of pure, intense intimacy with Jon flooded Kiki's soul and she laughed cruelly as Jon wobbled and collapsed, bouncing on the ropes until his ass landed on the canvas.
Kiki pulled off his trunks and shoved Jon's legs apart, revealing a purple hard on. As promised, she gave him three expert hand jobs. Jon stirred and groaned and sighed, dreaming of an encounter with a female Asian fighter, dressed in a skimpy red boxing outfit.








   
When she finished, Kiki cleaned her hands on Jon's bare chest and removed his boxing gloves. Lovingly, she clasped his limp fingers around his semi-flaccid penis. As she took digital pictures of her felled opponent, Kiki decided to add most of the shots to her collection and email the most humiliating to Jon.

Jon knew that between them, Kiki was the better fighter, so he borrowed a pair of gloves loaded with sand from his friend.....


Kiki strode into the ring, topless and confident, for the rematch Jon had demanded.
"Miss me?" she cooed.
"Yeah!" Jon answered, looking over her chest. "A lot!"
"Then let's get this over with, I'm dying to make you sleep again!"
"Right away, Kiki!"
WHAP!
It was a cheap shot, but Jon got a lot of satisfaction  from the sound of his glove impacting Kiki's lovely jaw. It was a pleasure to watch Kiki stagger, eyes turned up, searching the ceiling but seeing nothing.
"You...got...a..."
Kiki grinned and slid downward. For a few seconds, Jon was going to let crash to the canvas, but caught her in his arms, setting her against the ropes as she had done to him.
"Thought you were gonna notch another KO on the lip stick case, didn't you?" Jon said, yanking down her trunks. He stared at the naked Kiki, chin resting on her slowly rising chest, legs open in a "V," marveling at her breasts, especially the hard, pink nipples. He caressed them gently, never tiring of the smooth, yielding of a women's flesh in his hands.
With his forefinger, Jon brought the unconscious girl boxer off three times, each orgasm bringing her closer to consciousness. As her head rolled on the middle rope, Kiki floated between dreams and consciousness.
Jon used his smart phone to record Kiki's first defeat. He would send her the clip.






Thursday, January 19, 2017

Ramona



All Ramona needed was to be a little attracted to the guy to get in the ring with him. Jessie was medium height and lanky, just the kind of man a girl like Ramona would love.
"They're like punching bags you can have sex with!" she once told her friend Emma the Ref at the Amazonia Boxing Club.  One match with a guy built like Jessie ended seconds after it began. A straight right from Ramona and her opponent (and future boyfriend) was sprawled on his back, touring Dreamland. They were together for five months. Now Ramona was feeling the "urge" again and the with Jessie, the feeling was mutual.



The match was private by Ramona's arrangement. Jessie was thrilled with a solitary mixed boxing match, but he did his best to conceal his excitement.
"Think I want to hurt you, boy?" Ramona purred. The first round bell had sounded and the pair were circling each other.
"A little!" Jessie answered. "Maybe a lot?"
Ramona hammered Jessie twice in the midsection. Doubled over, he tried to retreat, but Ramona planted her right foot on his. The next punch exploded on the side of Jessie's face.
The black girl let him slip backward, only to smack harder in the same location. Jessie was instantly suspended on the ropes. Head ringing, it was impossible for Jessie to focus on the woman in his face.
A gut shot spread agony all through his body.
Ramona pressed her gloved on Jessie's face.
"In about a minute, you're going to be out cold! Understand? In fact, I think I'm going to hospitalize you!"
Ramona read the arousal in Jessie's eyes.
"Oh, that gets you all fired up? You like the idea of a woman using her fists to put you in the hospital!"
A barrage of punches hit Jessie as he was starting to speak. Twenty seconds later, he could barely stand.
"All ready?" she asked, coyly. "This is gonna hurt!"
Instant blackness.



Jessie woke the next morning from a deep KO, laying in a hospital bed. Bruises covered his body and dark black swelling encircled his left eye. The pretty nurse told Jessie he was being kept over night for observation.

"Jessie? You awake?"
The sweet feminine whisper came from Ramona, who was peeking in the door.
The digital wall clock read 2:30 AM.
"Ramona?"
Ramona strutted in, wearing a white nurse's uniform that displayed her stunning thighs and breasts. She was carrying a gym bag, which she flung on the bed.
"We were scheduled for ten rounds...I have nine more coming to me!"
The lady fighter undid the uniform, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her naked body. 
 They fucked for about an hour. Ramona always got hot for any man she defeated in the ring, which was all of them.
After writing her number down for Jessie, Ramona, still straddling her lover like a jockey, unzipped the gym bag.
"My mother told me: "Ramona, never give it up on the first date.' But I could not help myself, I really like you, Jessie."
Ramona pulled out a single pink boxing glove and eased it slowly over her right hand. Jessie couldn't breathe.
"Don't forget to call me, Jessie, when you're finally released from the hospital. We're only getting started." Ramona kissed the boxing glove. "Say 'Nighty-night!' "
The round house to Jessie's jaw detonated a super nova and Jessie was back on Dream Street.
Ramona looked over her prone lover, out cold and dreaming of Serena Williams, and noticed his uninjured right eye. She kissed and then slugged him.
Jessie's body jerked, but he remained out of it.
"You deserved it!" she told Jessie.


 

Saturday, January 14, 2017

All Tied Up

 
She was pounding my body and rattling my skull. I had been taking a beating from Donna for two rounds and Donna, the 47 year old leader of the Cougar Clique, was prepping me for a knockout.
I wanted to fuck Donna since I saw her at the Amazonia Boxing Club a few days after my membership was approved. Some of the Cougars were "fleshy," but the muscles of Donna's thighs and biceps were taunt and her breasts were more than a pleasing handful. Since her second divorce, she had rotated male and female lovers, so I knew I was standing on line. Plus, she had a rule, "Want to get with me, you have to fight me!" You couldn't say no to her, Donna's eyes just said "Fuck me, now!"
So there I stood, semi-conscious, dying to grab her thighs by my hands.
BAM!
I felt an enormous release in the blackness.
"You are out of it!" Donna's voice told me from a million miles above me. I slept for ten minutes.



"You should have seen yourself!"
Donna showed me a picture of myself on her digital camera. I was out like a light on my back, smiling face lolled to one side, a bulge in the front of my trunks.
I had come around a minute earlier, sat up on Donna's bed. Unconnected fragments of erotic dreams still flashed in my brain: Tina from a few nights ago, Mariah Carey and my ex Jasmine were thrown together in a mental jumble.
"Who's Tina?"
"Nobody..." I answered, sitting up. Donna helped me to my feet and we fell into a kiss.
"I know why you challenged me to match!" Donna started playing with my hair. "But now I need you to do something for me!"
Damn! I thought. Right here!
Donna threw a gym bag on the bed and took out a single boxing glove and some flexible rope.
"Ah...Donna...?"
"Knock me out cold, like I did to you!"
For a moment, I couldn't say anything. "You want to get punched out?"
"Yeah...a lot..by you!"
Donna gave me a long deep kiss and whispered the details in my ear.
"You sure?" I asked.
"Damn sure!"
Donna pitched her chin out an closed her eyes. "This way I'll never see it coming."
I looked at Donna's body, everything, her boobs, breasts, thighs and the serene smile on her face as she waited patiently, and felt I could have her right there. I think Donna read my thoughts and kept herself exposed.
"Slut!" I said, loudly.
The "THWACK" of leather hitting her chin exploded. Donna faltered, her eyes shut and mouth open.  She collapsed against me.

While Donna slumbered on her stomach, I carefully hog tied her as she instructed me and took pictures of her helpless on the bed. Donna was out cold for five minutes. When Donna woke, she had a massive orgasm.

   

Monday, January 2, 2017

Jeanette




The difference between a promotional model training to be a boxer and an actual boxer was clear to Jon. It lay a few feet in front of him, in the limp form of Jeanette, sprawled on canvas, face up and out cold.
After a few weeks of lessons at the Amazonia Boxing Club, this was the dark haired girl's first fight, which had gone two rounds. The modeling agency Jeanette worked for landed her a job as a spokes girl for a women's fitness equipment line. Since she would promote a line of fighting gear, it was decided she would learn how to box.
She was prone at the feet of Desiree, a friend of Jon's. He knew why Dez, a better fighter, grabbed at the chance to beat a beginner senseless. Like Jon, Dez wanted to sleep with Jeanette.
That Desiree was standing in Jeanette's corner for the next fight told Jon that Desiree had been a success. He wasn't discouraged, women came and went with Desiree pretty regularly.

                               

Denise used Jeanette for a heavy bag, making the model jerk in agony with each punch. Jon watched the conclusion of the fight with increasing arousal, strengthened by knowing Jeanette was about to be finished off.
Two gut shots doubled over the brunette, her eyes closing from exhaustion. Jeanette's wary moan was the signal Denise was anticipating.
A pounding right upper cut straigntened out the brunette completely. Lower jaw hanging up, gloves dangling below her waist, Jeanette let her eyes shut, and gave way to sleep. In one swift, downward motion, Jeanette dropped to the canvas like a plank. Jon moved close as possible to watch Emma the Ref deliver the ten count, which Jeanette slumbered through, her chin jutting out beneath a curling smile on her scarlet lips.
She does have a model's perfect ass, thought Jon, surveying Jeanette's gloved arms resting lifelessly at her sides, wrists up. He watched Emma thumb the loser's eyes, displaying only whites.
After Jeanette was carried to the recovery room, Jon walked to Denise's corner, where the victor was being toweled down by the seconds. "Good job, Denise. You put Jeanette to sleep!"
"Hey Jon!...Yeah, I fucked her up good! But Jeanette is stupid...know how I know?"
"How?"
"Those tits...a girl with 'model' tits like hers is pleading to get KOed in the ring!"
"Big tits...no brains?" Jon summed up, looking over Denise's soft-ball sized chest.
"Oh,  yeah!!"

 
 On the week she had off from her promotional gig, Jeanette went out with Jon. They had a casual dinner and a few drinks afterward.
Jeanette absorbed alcohol much better than punches.
"How long have you been boxing at the Amazonia?" Jeanette asked Jon as they sat on his living room couch, both clutching open beer bottles. Jon's was barely touched, Jeanette's half empty.
"Three years, but I boxed in college, too."
"Yeah?" Jeanette let out a drunken chuckle-laugh. "Know what?"
"No?"
"Guess!" she insisted, giddily.
"I don't know."
Jon knew this was headed somewhere, but he was uncertain that Jeanette was sure of the destination.
"I bet!"
"You bet what?"
"I bet you...could teach me a thing or two!"
This time Jeanette suppressed the impulse to laugh.
Jon glanced at his closed bedroom door, unable to recall if he made the bed that morning.
"Oh, I know I can!"
"Yes! Let's do this!"
Jeanette leaped to her feet, Jon right behind, his arms reaching out to kiss her. The brunette steadied herself and raised her bare fists between them. "Come on, I want to fight a guy!"
Jon glared back, blankly. This is an f-ing joke!, he fumed, internally.
"Yeah, sure, Jeanette..."
"All my friends call me 'Jet', so you can.."
WHAP!
Jeanette never felt Jon's sharp right to her chin. She was simply out on her feet.
Watching the girl stagger a few paces, Jon extended his arms. Jeanette's face hit Jon's shoulder.
"Good...night..Daddy..." murmured softly in Jon's ear. Jeanette sighed and was out cold. Jon took the opportunity to feel up her buttocks.
"You do have a model's ass, all right!"
He had just hefted the girl over his shoulder when an idea came to him. Jon knew the plan forming in his head was a cruel deception, but immediately discovered he didn't care.

Once he seated Jeanette, still exploring Dreamland, on his bed, Jon quickly stripped her down to her panties, tossing her clothes on the floor. Pulling back the covers, he laid her gently on the bed and replaced the covers. Removing only his shoes, Jon climbed into bed with Jeanette.

She was still sleeping the next morning. Jon quickly got undressed, pitched his clothes from the night before around the room, and pulled on a T-shirt and pajama bottoms. He then made breakfast for two.
"Here you go, honey! How you feeling this morning?"
Jeanette was just coming around as Jon handed her plate of scrambled eggs and toast, with a glass of tomato juice. He followed up with a loving peck on the cheek.
Jeanette stared at her food and then at her bare breasts.
"Christ! Did we..?"
"Well, yes, Jeanette, sweetheart!" Jon's tone exuded affection and sensitivity. "We got a little crazy with the boxing and you knocked me out!"
"I did?"
"I was gone for five minutes on the sofa. You have a hell of a right hook you should work on. Eat your breakfast!"
Jeanette chewed her scrambled eggs as she rummaged in her memory for any records of what Jon said. She found nothing. "Then what happened?"
"Well...you kind of got excited after putting out my lights..."
A moment later, Jon was beside Jeanette, happily eating his own breakfast.

It took a few months, but Jeanette eventually moved in with Jon. His friends said he never looked happier.

                                                    


Monday, December 12, 2016

Kiki on Film - Part One



Kiki knew Martin would be a client as soon as she saw him at the Amazonia Boxing Club. A complete "Gentle," she thought And like all of his kind, men who wanted to be knocked out by a strong woman, Kiki figured him for a pussy hound. As it turned out, Kiki was right on both assumptions.
She made friends with Martin, having longer and longer conversations with the perspective client after they worked out at the Amazonia. Kiki and Martin even had a sparring match, during which the big tited domme probed her opponent with a few hard punches, studying his response. The reaction was a mix of surprised and pleasure. After the sparring, Kiki told Martin about the mixed combat sessions she conducted. Martin agreed immediately, relating in detail the fantasy he wanted to make real.
Getting these details was a quick way to learn what kind of fetish possessed a client. Martin's was the perfect submissive dream. When Kiki offered, for a small additional charge, to record their session, Martin happily agreed.


They rented a room at the No Tell, a second rate motel on Route 3. He got ready first, quickly getting on his shorts. Kiki took her time in the bathroom and eventually emerged topless, a red pair of foxy boxing trunks showing of what more than one guy at the Amazonia called her "thunder thighs."
"Thank you, Martin!" she said, accepting a small wade of bills from the client and then turning on the digital camcorder. "Now put on my gloves!"
Lovingly, Martin followed the order, pulling the red boxing gloves over Kiki's raised hands.
"I'm sending you to Kiki Dreamland! Know what that is?"
Arousal stiffened Martin. "No!"
"That's when I knock you out and dream about me!"

Kiki let Martin get in a few punches before giving him what he wanted. She was methodical with her shots, like surgeon operating with precision. Raining blows on his body, Kiki taunted and mocked him.
Martin started to go numb and it took a minute for him to realize Kiki was no longer beating on him. Two punches sent Martin into a KO daze. Kiki shifted the wobbly male toward the double bed, careful to keep him in frame.
"Come on, Miss Punching Bag," taunted Kiki. "You're gonna cum yourself when you watch this next part..when you get out of the hospital, of course!"
Martin only heard Kiki's mockery, but didn't understand it. There was only the sweet sexiness of her voice, which made him warm and horny inside. He started staring at Kiki's large, round breasts, pink nipples protruding, until a forceful voice ordered him,"Martin honey, look up here!"
A wall of blackness slammed into the semi conscious fighter.

The camcorder took in a full shot of Martin on his back, out cold, a massive, tent-like bulge in the front of his shorts. Kneeling beside her victim, Kiki pulled off her gloves as she marveled at how thoroughly she'd trounced Martin.
"I'll bet you've got women's panties on underneath!"
Kiki yanked down Martin's shorts, revealing a massive erection. Smiling, she slipped her right glove around his elongated penis and started jerking him off for the camera. Each time she brought off the client, Martin's smile got bigger.
"You fucking me in your dreams, boy!?"
Actually, Martin dreamed of wrestling naked with Wonder Woman.

Kiki fucked Martin for an hour after he regained his senses. She wouldn't admit it, but the purple shiner growing around his right eye had her furiously horny.
"Are you in love with me, boy!?"
Kiki was on top of Martin, happily delirious from love making. Martin nodded, passively. Kiki pulled her fist back. "Sweet dreams, love hammer!"
POW!
Martin was out. Kiki got dressed, packed up and put the CD card from the camcorder on Martin's chest. She kissed him before leaving.

 A month later, Martin began dating Flora, an Asian woman he met at a business convention. After the relationship got serious, he showed her the recording of his session with Kiki. Flora was stunned and had sex with Martin all night.