Karen knew what I was when she looked at me. We were facing each other in the ring at the Amazonia Boxing Club, ready to start our match. I wanted to pull down her tight black shorts to her ankles and dive in face first. I needed to be the reason she felt pleasure.
"Damn, you are a total Gentle!" she declared to my face, a judgmental smirk on her lips.
I loved boxing with strong women and losing, by a KO if at all possible. Those shorts I wanted so badly to remove showed off her powerful thighs and developed ass. Her breasts were big and "stand up."
It was Karen's hair, bleached almost white, held in a pony tail, and her smile, which radiated sexual aggression and contempt, that I couldn't turn away from.
"So how do you want it, Gentle Boy?" continued Karen. "I am going to knock you out for the count, so how should I do it?"
The words barely made it from my mouth. "We box...and..then you clobber me..."
"I know why you want me to put your lights out!" Karen punched my shoulder. "You think that when I see you flat on the canvas, out cold, with a woody, I'll fall in love with you!" She shoved me a second time, harder. "While you are sleeping on the canvas, you'll have wet dreams about me. I know your kind!"
She glanced at my seconds for the match, Kaylee and Desiree. "And if those sluts give me any static after I finish you, I knock them out, too!"
Karen then gave me a long kiss and pushed me away. "Sweet dreams, Gentle!"
The fight was fast, three rounds. I thought I got in some good shots, but Karen mocked every punch I threw. Her smooth thighs occupied my mind a few seconds longer than they should have and a phantom punch collided with my head. One moment I was fighting, the next, unconscious.
Waking up thirty minutes later, I saw Desiree and Kaylee sprawled on the canvas. Desiree was moaning loudly as she rejoined the conscious world. Kaylee was out cold. I guess they gave Karen static.
Two days later, Karen fucked me like she was possessed by a demon in heat. During the short breaks to catch my breath, I told the details of the erotic dream I had while I slept on the canvas. Karen admitted she had KOed my seconds just for fun.
"I want to fight you again." I told her.
"Really, Gentle Boy?" she asked.
"Send you back to dreamland? Sure!"
We arranged the rematch for the next day, since Karen was eager to beat me up again. I had no seconds this time, Desiree and Kaylee were still recovering.
"Last night was incredible, Len!" Karen told me before we started. "I wanted you to know before I flatten you!"
"Thanks. We should do that again."
"And to show you how much I enjoyed our time, I'm going to let you take one free shot." She extended her chin. "Right on the button!"
Karen set her hands behind her back.
I unloaded a right upper cut. Karen stumbled a few paces, searching the ring absentmindedly for the source of the bird's songs she was hearing. Then Karen was sitting on her ass.
Karen was already half dreaming.
I knelt beside her. "I punched you out."
I shoved her gently. "Good night, Karen!"
Karen smiled and murmured "Gha..nigh.." as she finished her journey to the canvas.