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.



Kiki on Film Part Two



                                                          
 
Behind Richard's back, Flora had a session with Kiki. Multiple viewings of Kiki beating her boyfriend senseless got her worked up over Kiki, a TV actress who also worked as a domme. Flora wanted to box and then have sex with the woman who laid out the man she loved.

Flora went to the old Curvies Workout Center on Route 46, where Kiki did most of her session work. Kiki, clad only in boxing gloves and red foxy boxing trunks, was standing in the boxing ring that occupied the largest room of the repurposed fitness center.
Just like in the video with Martin!, Flora thought with excitement.
"Martin know you're here?" Kiki asked as her client stepped through the ropes. Kiki already knew the answer.
"Ah...no..."
"Good!"
Kiki eyed the girl's smooth, bare shoulders and arms. "So Martin showed you the video?"
"Yes!"
"You see him pop major wood after I knocked him out?" Kiki asked. "Did Martin get you a ring yet?"
Yes, I did!...yes, he did..."
"You sound pretty excited, this must be true love!"
"Of course!" Flora chirped.
"Know what I do when I see love in a man's eyes?"
Flora was very aroused and answered "No!" with a distracted tone.
"When I see love in a man's eyes I knock him out!"
Kiki pulled Flora into a kiss . Flora melted into Kiki's embrace.

Mostly with guys, a few times with girls, thought Kiki. It's all about domination with this one.
"Flora, sweetheart, your eyes are dilating."
"What?!"
"Are you falling love with me?"
"No...I..."
WHAP!
Flora went completely stiff from Kiki's straight right, her head titled back to the ceiling, eyes closed. She was breathing shallowly.
Kiki nudged Flora's breasts and the Asian girl landed on her face.

                                   

Easing the limp girl onto the queen sized bed in one of the side rooms, Kiki took pics of the unconscious Flora. Kiki kissed Flora's lips and breasts as she pulled down her shorts and finger fucked her. Flora jolted awake after the fourth orgasm, her head  spinning from the combination of the KO punch and the orgasms.
Watching the petite girl collect her senses, Kiki decided to email the pictures to Martin and kissed Flora again. Flora wasn't feeling any pain all of a sudden.



Thursday, December 1, 2016

Liz vs. Donna





Liz was sagged on the ropes, awareness already slipping from the big breasted, yellow haired blond, even as she desperately grasped on to it. Donna had been working her over for two rounds.
"Ready to sleep, Liz? Huh?"
As an answer formed in Liz's mind, a left-right combination to the head short circuited her brain and Liz sank a little, hoping she was about collapse into oblivion. But she remained standing and open to Donna's right upper cut. The punch made Liz very sleepy.
Donna righted her victim's chin. "You hear me in there?"
Nothing registered with the dazed fighter. All Liz knew was a deep desire to be mercifully put to sleep.
"I said I was the better fighter and now we both know it!"
WAP!
The lights in Liz's skull shut off and she smiled with relief as total blackness consumed her. Stepping away, Donna watched Liz fall, face first, to the canvas. Kaylee, Donna's friend, who refereed the match, began the ten count.


"Ten! You're out, Liz!" Kaylee declared, raising Donna's fist in the air. "She's fucking out!"
"Just like I planned!" Donna surveyed the prone female boxer.
"Think she's dreaming?'
"Yeah...probably some guy!" surmised Donna. She had already hooked her arms under Liz's shoulders. "Damn, I enjoyed beating her up!"
They carried Liz back to her dressing room, placing her on a small bed. Kaylee waved a tab of smelling salts under Liz's nose. The unconscious woman jerked her head sideways and let out a deep sigh.
"What are you going to do now?" asked Kaylee.
"What do you think? I'm going to fuck her boyfriend like I told her I would!"
"Bitch!" Liz moaned, slowly, still groggy. She forced herself to sit up on the bed.
"I'm going to fuck your Dave so hard, he'll beg me to marry him the next morning."
Liz struggle to her feet and stared threateningly at Donna "Not if I can help it!"
Donna was pulling on a boxing glove, which she slammed into Liz's face.
"Exactly!" Donna growled at the blonde and gave her a kiss before walking out.



Between orgasms, Donna told Dave every detail of the bout with his girlfriend, right down to how sexy Liz was sprawled on the canvas, knocked out and dreaming. This made Dave very horny. Donna was third woman over forty that Dave had fucked since graduating Blake Mitchell University and he was in love with Donna.
But Donna played rough.
At daybreak, she gave Dave a long, deep kiss. "You almost had me last night, boy!"
"What?" David was perplexed.
"I almost fell for you in between those monster orgasms you gave me. You almost KOed me the way I KOed your slut girlfriend."
"But I.."
POW!
The bare knuckled right hook tagged David hard. He slumped against Donna's naked chest, lips pressed against her cleavage. Donna shoved him away and David landed in a limp pile on the mattress.


Sunday, November 13, 2016

First Fight


This was going to be David's first fight at the Amazonia Boxing Club. The match up was against Liz, a slender, athletic yellow-blond, who was a senior member. Mostly she fought other women, but when Liz found a man attractive, she would lay him out. David qualified.



David had been successfully sponsored by Laura Frazier, a long term Amazonia member and a friend of both Liz and David's mother. Mrs. Frazier, as David had called her since he was in grade school, had been sleeping together since senior year at Blake Mitchell University, but Mrs. Frazier had recently let things cool. Other men interested Mrs. Frazier, who noticed her young lover's eye was roving to other women closer to his age. Why not let Liz have a crack at him? Liz was only a decade older than David and had never been married.

"Don't be nervous because this is your first real boxing match," Mrs. Frazier told David. She stood in her lover's corner, giving him a last minute rub down.
"I'm not..." David's increased blood pressure wasn't from apprehension.
"Good!" 
Pleasant dreams, hammer dick! Mrs. Frazier thought.
While David danced out at the clang of the bell, jogging in semi circles, Liz strode out, fists up.
"Nap time!" she said to David.
The initial punch turned out the lights in David's head, but he remained standing just long enough for the second impact, which planted him on the canvas in a deep slumber.
Liz watched the fallen boxer as he was counted out by Emma the Ref. Mrs. Frazier had told her friend that David was submissive to women, a "gentle" was the term at the Amazonia. Liz wondered if David was going to cream his trunks because he'd been knocked out by a female.
Nothing. David lay completely still and was carried from the ring by Emma and Mrs. Frazier.



All Liz had to do was lazily sway her hips or call David's name with her high pitched, very feminine voice to drive him crazy. Since he'd been getting laid almost continually since their match, the manipulation didn't bother David, until he noticed small annoyances piling up.
David caught Liz appraising other men at the beach or the Amazonia with the same look she used on him. Sometimes Liz would go out with friends like Mrs. Frazier and Beatriz and not return till very late or the next morning. Her clothes were always disheveled, as if they had been pulled on carelessly.
One of those mornings, David demanded a rematch.
"Sure sweetheart," Liz answered, giving her lover a long kiss. "You're over do for another knockout!"

For two rounds, David was focused. Liz used her "bedroom eyes" on him, but he resisted and kept punching, blocking and moving. Midway through round three, a luck shot pounded Liz's midsection. She "ooouuuhh"ed painfully. David hesitated for seconds and then launched a left-right combination. An upper cut sent Liz spinning. She landed on the ropes and David opened up, working on her exposed belly. A right to the side of her skull put Liz out on her feet.

Liz stared ahead, eyes wide and glassy. Her long muscular arms made random, feeble punches in the air. David cocked his arm back like it was a sling and fired. Liz never heard or felt anything, her limp, already unconscious body simply collapsed on the canvas. David administered a ten count and digitally recorded the prone fighter. Liz returned from Dream Street five minutes later.