Wednesday, September 10, 2014

La Ninata


Britney Perez punched above her weight, so occasionally she got decked. Her nickname at the Amazonia Boxing Club was "La Ninata," because she was short and despite being 26, had retained her girlish appearance, but mostly because she was so antagonistic in the ring. Her best fights were against women her own height, Like Desiree and Desiree's girlfriend, May.
"I knocked both of those concha's out cold!" Britney told a then boyfriend and the statement was accurate. Both challengers ended their match asleep on the canvas.
Against male opponents, Britney usually held her own. She punched out a few guys who could not look away from her dusky beauty and ample tits. Most of the other mixed matches were won on points, but Will knocked Britney out cold in round five. The loss did not discourage Britney, who seduced Will a week after the fight.
The sensation of being taken by a man never happened to "La Ninata" until she encountered Marcus Apted.
Unti recently, Apted had slept with any woman he could charm the pants off of. Now he was joined romantically and professionally to Paula, his assistant in high end burglary. Paula had thrived under Apted's mentoring and was a skilled scout for wealthy targets. She was also very committed to their personal relationship. Apted would fuck another woman when Paula was out of town scouting, but these were flings. He knew he had a lucrative partnership and wasn't going to damage it.

The fight between Britney and Apted was brief, but stimulating for both participants. Britney delivered her challenge to Apted when Paula was not around, which peaked Apted's interest.
Britney hit hard and moved fast, as previous male opponents informed Apted. But he was taller ans stronger and eventually began to dominate.
At the bell for round four, they came out quickly. Britney's eyes, alive with aggression and arousal, walked into Apted's right as it arched out in a looping round house.
La Ninata only heard the explosion of leather smacking her jaw. Flashing lights obliterated everything and Britney dropped into a dreamy slumber.
Apted knew the exhilaration of watching a female boxer, limp and unconscious, loaded onto a stretcher and carried from the ring. Britney was out for an hour.


For a month after the bout, Britney felt weak in the knees when she thought of Apted. He hadn't simply put her lights out, Apted had demolished Britney. Britney remembered going out from the right not as losing consciousness, but as ecstatic surrender to Apted's masculine power. At the end of the month, Britney found herself naked and supine in Apted's bed.
The feeling Britney was consumed by could be described as "love," but that was too vague. She needed Apted all the time. This was fine for the week Paula was gone, but Paula was possessive of her mentor-lover and Apted ended things with La Ninata.
"For your own safety," he explained.
Britney was very unhappy and she told everyone in the womens locker room that she was still banging Marcus Apted every night. The gossip moved fast, reaching Paula in two days.

Paula confronted Apted, who admitted to the infidelity. Paula raged for the entire morning and then banished Apted to the couch for a month. Then she dealt with the problem.
Paula slugged Britney in the gut when La Ninata answered the doorbell. Stepping passed the girl boxer, Paula yanked her rival inside and slammed the door shut. A second punch, to the face, put Britney on the floor.
"Know who I am, Little Brat!?" demanded Paula and slugged Britney again. "Bet you can guess, Miss Cum Dump!"
Britney was clearly dazed, so Paula landed two punches to her mid section.
"Marcus Apted's penis is my personal possession! Am I clear?!"
Britney started to form a response, but Paula hammered her chin. Paula hauled her back to her feet. "Look at Marcus again and you are dead! Understood?"
Britney nodded weakly.
"Good! Say good night!"
Paula worked Britney over for a full minute. La Ninata faded quickly, her body going numb from the beating. Suddenly the room was dark and the sound was off. Amid the barrage of fists, Paula hit the sweet spot on Britney's jaw and the girl boxer went down for the count.
Hours later, sleep drained from Britney's skull. The bathroom mirror reflected Britney bruised black and blue, eyes circled with dark purple. She wasn't obsessed with Apted anymore.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Stealing Kaylee Part 2




"I think I'll have to cheat." Marty told Emma the Ref  in his apartment bedroom.
"You'll have to," replied Emma.  "Kaylee is a better fighter than you."
Emma rarely strayed from her partners Wes and Katie, but seeing Marty sprawled on the canvas, out cold, cock bulging in his trunks, from Kaylee's knockout punch, she had to sleep with him.
It wasn't difficult to make happen.
Marty woke frustrated and angry at his opponent, who he had wanted to fuck. The blond boxer had seen Marty's intentions almost instantly and, not wanting to lose her boyfriend, insisted they fight a match first. Kayle put him out in round two.
"Any ideas?" asked Emma.
"No,"
"You could make sure a roofie landed in her water bottle between rounds?"
The residual pleasure of their night together caused sympathy for Marty in Emma that would have been disdain under normal circumstances.
"No. That's not it. I need something satisfying and direct."
Emma looked at the clock radio on the table by Marty's bed and then at the sunlight seeping in the windows. One more before I go, she decided, slipping her hand beneath the covers. She lovingly fondled Marty's penis back to life.
"Marc has a pair of loaded gloves filled with sand," she said and they both smiled.

Marc lent Marty his "special" gloves. "Paula and Cathy made them for me when I had that match against Lynn."
Marc referred to his live in girlfriends, who conspired to help him defeat Lynn, who had knocked him out in four previous bouts.  After Lynn discovered Marc had cheated, she put him and the two girls in the hospital. Marc always left out that detail when he bragged about the incident.
Marty thought the gloves were satisfyingly heavy.

They reassembled for the rematch a week after the first fight. Right after Emma reviewed the rules, Kaylee agreed to a proposal by Marty that stunned the referee.
"I have an idea, Kaylee." Marty said.
"Oh, yeah?"
Both fighters were looking each other in the eye.
"You know why I asked you out?"
"Yep, you wanted me to fuck you behind Sam's back."
"Exactly." Marty stated. "How about if I knock you out for the count, we spend the night together?"
Kaylee didn't flinch. "Fine!"
They touched gloves in agreement.
"Are you insane, Kaylee!" demanded Emma, walking back with the blond to her corner.
"No. It was a snap putting Marty to sleep before. Why should this go be any different?"
"You're one crazy, confident young lady!"
Kaylee smiled a "thank you."
Kaylee deliberately sprang at Marty when the buzzer sounded. He dodged sideways, until he was out from behind her trap.
She's pissed at what I said, Marty thought. Good.
Waiting for Kaylee to come to him gave Marty an advantage. He stepped in as she came on, slugging Kaylee twice in the belly, hard and fast, and smacking home a sharp right before she could back away. Another right fired across Kaylee's cheek. Her head is snapped the other way by a left hook. A right upper cut burst on Kaylee's chin.
She cursed and launched an assault on Marty, hitting his midsection harder and faster. Then she unleashed a storm of blows to his head, that Marty ducked away from. He fired a roundhouse between Kaylee's punches. Her upper cut flew at Marty's jaw.
Kaylee felt her entire skull rattle. She was out before slamming to the canvas. Marty was lifted off his feet and landed on the ropes, that pitched him back. Marty's inert body spun and he landed face up beside Kaylee.
Emma the Ref stood over the unconscious fighters for a moment. A ten count was pointless. When Emma thumbed their eyes, she nothing but whites.
Looking Kaylee over, Emma thought she was very sexy, but the prone Marty evoked strong memories and Emma removed the loaded gloves. She transferred them to Kaylee and tied her gloves to Marty. Then she revived Kaylee with smelling salts.
"Hey....wha....happened..." Kaylee whispered.
Emma helped the groggy girl boxer to her corner. "You two knocked each other out."
"What?"
"At exactly the same instant. Don't you recall?"
"No."
Emma went back to the center of the ring and brought Marty back from slumbers. He was just as dizzy as Kaylee and needed to be guided back to his seat.
"I knocked her out," he declared. "I won!"
"No you didn't! Kaylee flattened you, also. Kaylee..Edward..if you can handle it, I propose a tie breaker round. Whoever goes down this time is the loser."
"Yes!" Kaylee agreed, with weary determination. Marty nodded positively.
"Excellent." Emma the Ref stepped back. "Ready?,,,Fight!"
Both boxers raised themselves from their folding chairs, rising their gloves and fixing stares on each other. Marty launched a straight right, smacking Kaylee's face. Two piston blows smashed his stomach, a third stung his face. Kaylee sneered "Asshole!" and tagged Marty with a left.
"Where you going?" Kaylee yelled as Marty stumbled away. She leaped into his path and threw a hard body shot. The right upper cut shut off the lights,
Marty went to the canvas like a dead weight. Emma told Kaylee she had won.
"Who the hell did he think he was?!" Kaylee shouted. "Who did he think I was?"
Suddenly, Emma was nervous at aggressive tone in her friend's kupie-doll voice. "Go take a shower and go home. You won. I'll take care of Marty."
Kaylee spat a few more insults as she climbed out of the ring and vanished into the locker room.
Collecting both pairs of boxing gloves, Emma waved the smelling salts under Marty's nose. He jumped back to consciousness. Emma took him home and made sure he went to bed.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

The Full Show







From the corner of the half lit boxing ring, Dean watched Alicia walk across the gym slowly. Her form became much clearer when she climbed through the top and middle ropes. Alicia was topless, a pair of black boxing gloves dangling around her neck, bouncing gently off her full, smooth tits. The gloves matched the leather eye mask that tied behind her straight, shimmering, raven colored hair. Alicia looked as if Betty Page had suddenly taken up burglary.
Dean could hardly speak, taking in Alicia's slender legs and thighs. The tight undies that covered up to her flat belly only made the rest of her exposed body more alluring.
Handsome, Alicia thought, looking at Dean. Good thing, too. He paid for the full show.
Smiling a row of white teeth at Dan, Alicia purred, "Hi there, stupid boy!" and moderated the aggression in her voice. "All dressed for our match, trunks and gloves, just like I ordered. Good boy!"
Alicia undid the knot that connected the gloves and placed them on the canvas at Dean's feet. "Like you'd ever lay a glove on me!"
Dean felt his erection abruptly extend, until it bulged in the upper left leg of his trunks. Right on schedule, mentally noted Alicia, as she knelt down, rubbing her mouth on Dean's concealed penis, caressing its width first with her blood red lips and then gently embracing it with her teeth.
"Yes!" Alicia said. The word stabbed Dean.
"You ever get knocked out by a woman, Dean?"
"yea.." then Dean's voice failed.
"It's obvious you like women in boxing gear!"
Alicia mouthed Dean's erection again. "I'm going to knock you out multiple times, Dean!" she said when she stood up. They exchanged a long kiss. "And at the end of our evening together, I'll knock you out so completely that you won't wake till tomorrow morning! How would that be?"
Dean leaned his head into Alicia's and they kissed. Alicia landed a chop to Dean's unprotected neck. He groaned softly and slumped against her chest. This was Alicia's favorite way to start a session.

Dean woke seated in a corner of the ring a minute later, Alicia slapping her face, encouraging him to wake up. "Come on, little boy! We have a busy night ahead of us."
Alicia tugged him to his feet and removed his boxing gloves as Dean collected his senses. "Ready for some wrestling?"
Dean looked at Alicia dopily, but nodded in the affirmative.
"Great!"
Alicia grabbed Dean and effortlessly flipped him over her shoulder, landing him, painfully, flat on his back. Dean had barely taken a breath when the bare heel of Alicia's right foot pounded his belly. His eyes widened with agony and his mind focused perfectly. Alicia quickly got Dean back on his feet and then slugged him three times in the mid section. Grabbing his wrist, she spun him in a circle twice before letting him fly into the far corner turnbuckle.
Tipping backward, Alicia executed a graceful handstand, spread her legs perversely in a mid air "V" and then fell upright, a few feet from her befuddled victim. Instantly, she vaulted into a second "V" handstand, that brought her heels to eye level of Dean's face. Alicia inched forward a few paces on her palms and leveled her feet at both sides of Dean's skull.
The long legs moved apart and then snapped shut as Alicia said "Night-night!"
Dean saw an explosion of stars and went out.
 Alicia tumbled upright and nudged the male from behind, propelling him to the canvas, where he slept peacefully for ten minutes.


When he woke, Dean felt an unexpected softness against his face. As he fell, he dreamily saw the canvas race up to him before splashing into a pool of warm darkness. He expected a hard surface, but Dean's head was cradled on Alicia's bare thighs and she was stroking his hair.
"Come on, lover boy, sit up!" Alicia pulled Dean by his shoulders. "You like this so far?"
Dean rubbed his eyes. "Yes!"
"Good! Did you have any dreams yet?"
"No."
"You will. Guys like you always do. You just have to take the right knockout. Let's try something else."
"Hey, no, wait!" Dean spluttered rapidly as Alicia darted behind his back, clutching her arms around his throat.
Dean gagged loudly. His arms shot out, violently grabbing the air.
Dizziness hit him and his breathing slowed. the muscles in Dean's limbs relaxed.
"Go ahead, go to sleep." Alicia cooed in his ear. "Sleepy time!"
Reality sank into blackness, taking Alicia's voice with it. Dean reached up like a drowning man, the tide of sleep rose. Dean's final, drowned thoughts were of who Alicia was and how much he wanted to fuck her. Dean felt perfectly content and went to oblivion.

"I'm starting to like you," said the sweet female voice that flooded the evaporating blackness in Dean's skull.  "Guys like you are punching bags and I love punching bags!"
Dean was able to move his limbs a minute or so later and his cleared vision took in Alicia wearing black boxing gloves. "No dreams yet?"
"No..." Dean replied.
"Well, don't worry. This next knockout I'm giving you is called the Dreamweaver. It always has the desired effect!"
Dean looked down and saw Alicia had tied gloves to his hands. He felt very aroused.

Sometime during the match, Dean fell in love with Alicia. He knew it was stupid and the feeling would vanish after he slept with his opponent, but he had no will power. When Alicia saw the extreme 'affection' expressed in Dean's eyes, she went for the kill.
Wedging him in a corner, Alicia slowed down her punches, alternating between head shots and pummeling Dean's midsection. A hard upper cut put Dean out on his feet.
He swayed ans staggered, eyes glassy and half open. Alicia stepped away from her victim, assuming he was about to fall.
Instead, Dean raised his gloves and began to paw Alicia's bare breasts and mumble to himself. Alicia knew that he was already dreaming .
"Okay Dean, tuck you in for the night!" she black haired girl told him. She gave him a long kiss.
WHACK!
A second upper cut put Dean on the canvas, limp and completely knocked out.
Through his ten minute, leather induced nap, Dean dreamed of fucking a masked female named Alicia.

Friday, July 18, 2014

A Worshiper




In mixed boxing, Donna encountered two kinds of "pussy worshipers" in the ring. First, there were men who wanted to be knocked out by a woman. They wanted sex with her badly, but the woman they loved had to defeat them in combat first. The second, smaller group, wanted to fuck as much as the first, but these men wanted to do the knocking out.
Rich challenged Donna to a KOs only bout, assuming the attractive 44 year old blond would be a push over. In the previous three months since joining the Amazonia Boxing Club, Rich had three twentysomething adversaries sleeping on the canvas before round five. Donna witnessed two of those fights and realized Rich was a big brawler, who enjoyed putting those girls down. I'll change that, she told herself.

Taking on slobs like Mike since high school had taught Donna mobility. Looking for a showy victory, the males kept up continual pursuit. In the sixth round, Donna slipped onto the ropes and Rich opened up, pounding into Donna's torso.
She crouched, her arms right in front of her chest and face as best as she could place them. Her eyes kept pace with with Rich's elbows.
"Ready, old lady? Ready for a nap!?" Rich taunted, delighted with the way the fight was going.
Donna made no answer, only stoically absorbing the few punches that breached her defenses.
"Why don't you let me clear out the cob webs from your.."
WHAP!
POW!
"...puh...see...."
The right dug into Rich's solar plexus, spiraling agony through his body. A left upper cut popped his head back and he sagged limply. Smiling stupidly, he dropped to the canvas on his stomach.
Electric bliss washed over Donna. She felt completely alive.

Like a rodeo wrangler, Donna went to her knees beside Rich and violently flipped him over on his back. He moaned softly.
"Not asleep, asshole!?" asked Donna, glad he was not totally knocked out. She patted his crotch and found his erection.
"A worshiper!" Donna whispered and then added, louder, directly in Rich's face. "Pussy worshiper! Just can't wait!"
Rich's dim, clouded vision took in six Donnas collapsing into and separating from each other as they straddled his body.
"Dream about fucking me!" they all said together. Multiple Donnas kissed their right glove and swung it down.
Rich saw blackness.


Donna sat in her corner for a minute, catching her breath between long drinks from a water bottle. Walking back to Rich, she carried a business card with her email address and cell number and a blue ribbon. She yanked her victim's trunks to his ankles. The woody had barely shrank. Donna was very tempted, boxing always made her horny, but decided Rich would do the work, not her.
She fastened the card to Rich's cock with the ribbon, securing it with a bow.
As she walked away, Donna was struck by another urge. Slug Rich one more time to prolong the Dreamland tour. Instead, she left a kiss on his lips.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Mrs. Mitchell the Knockout



At eleven thirty on the night of my twentieth birthday, I stood in the bedroom of my neighbor, Mrs. Mitchell. One of my cherished dreams was about to become reality.
Veronica Mitchell, one of my mom's best friends since they were the Girl Scouts, strode in from the bathroom, wearing a flattering blue one piece bathing suit and a smile.
"You like it, Jon?" she asked me, twisting her hips invitingly.
Recently divorced and in her late forties, Mrs. Mitchell was exactly what I wanted her to be: a hot older woman, with big tits, long legs and a beautiful face that hinted at "slutty." Since about five minutes after puberty hit me like an avalanche, I wanted to fuck Mrs. Mitchell, as I was taught to call her. When her marriage began to unravel, she spent a lot of time at our house, helping my mom put dinner together and often staying for supper when my dad got home. I was in high school then. Mrs. Mitchell had a teasing way of flirting with me, especially when we were left alone.
As I got older, Mrs. Mitchell advised me about girls, which ones were "keepers" and which ones were "good for something, but not much else." I got the feeling she was waiting for something to happen.
"Of course you like it!" Mrs. Mitchell answered for me. "I've taken up boxing since I cleared my husband out of the picture. Do you box, Jon?"
Mrs. Mitchell bent over the side of her bed, reached far under the box spring and retrieved a gym bag. I stood speechless, staring at her legs and half exposed ass cheeks.
"I can't hear you!" snapped me out of the trance. She flung the bag on the bed and opened it.
"Ah...yeah...sure..."
"Good! Know how I know I like a man?"
My tongue barely moved. "How?"
"I want to fuck and beat him senseless." Dumping out four red boxing gloves, she threw a pair in my direction. "You want me to knock you out, Jon?"
Her voice sounded like it did when I was in high school.
"Because I will fucking knock you out! Put 'em on, boy!"
I pulled my shirt off and Mrs. Mitchell nodded approval. Clumsily, I worked on my gloves.
"You still popping Daphne Wilcox's cookies, sweetheart?"
The question jolted me. The answer was "YES!" I'd been dating Daphne for the month and a half since I came back from college for summer vacation. Daphne was one of the girls who was "good for something, but not much else."
"Yes...yes I am!" I began to panic.
"Now, Jon," Mrs. Mitchell said in a calming, maternal voice. She walked toward me, seductively banging her gloves together at chest level. "I'm not making a marriage proposal, I'm out of that business. I just want to box with you!"
Mrs. Mitchell took me in along kiss. I thought I was going to cum standing there. I had been fucking Daphne since our second date, but I never was this aroused. The embrace lasted a full minute and then Mrs. Mitchel shoved me away.
"Put 'em up, Jon, so you can get knocked out!"
My entire body flushed. Instinctively, I covered my erection with my hands.
"No, that's okay!" Mrs. Mitchel used her maternal tone again. She brushed away my gloves from my crotch and raised them to eye level. "There's a cure for that condition!"
We touched gloves and began the match.

I never hit a woman before. I knew it was wrong, but the twin urges to fuck and punch Mrs. Mitchell drown me. And with each punch, the urge grew until it was out of control.
I unleashed on my opponent, who encouraged me. "That's it!" "That's what I want!"  she repeated, even when she blocked or ducked out most of my punches.
I smacked her tits with an awkward and unintentional left-right combination. Mrs. Mitchell taunted, "Oh, does little boy want to fight mommy!"
Lust stung me. I swung a roundhouse at Mrs. Mitchell's head, which she sidestepped and fired an upper cut to my chin, putting me out on my feet.
Through the haze and the stars exploding in my brain, I saw Mrs. Mitchell smile. "I know what kind of boy you are! I've always known!"
I swung again, missing by inches. The fog slowly drained away, allowing me to understand her remark.
"Gonna cum, Jon!? Gonna cum in your trunks when I slug you just right?"
My vision focused. I knew I should have been pissed off at what Mrs. Mitchell said, but instead I was horny beyond description. She saw how I was from the hungry look in my eyes and her fist cocked back behind her ear.
I arched my right to my waist and launched it upward.
POW!
BAM!
Multicolored stars streamed around me and I watched the light show for what seemed like hours. Then they  were gone and I could see Mrs. Mitchell on her back, head lolled to the right, eyes closed, mouth hanging listlessly open. A large smile curved her cheeks.
I went light headed and my knees buckled. I was beside the slumbering Mrs. Mitchell and pitched into darkness, never feeling my face smack her tits.


I came back from the knock out punch slowly, looking up at Mrs. Mitchell, sitting next to me on the bed completely naked. There was a purple bruise on her jaw where my fist impacted
. Feeling slender fingers start to fondle my erection, I realized I was naked, also.
"Have a nice nap, Jon?" Mrs. Mitchell leaned in and gave me a strong kiss. "We were both out for awhile! No man ever knocked me cold before. You should be proud of your fists."
Mrs. Mitchell moved back, spreading her legs wide over my midsection "Among other things!"

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Stealing Kaylee



Stealing Kaylee from his friend Sam was not part of Marty's plan. Sam had been his friend for years. All Marty wanted to do was borrow her. Take her out for dinner while Sam was away, make sure she got palpably drunk and then fuck her all night.
But Kaylee, who was blond and usually pretty horny for guys, wasn't that stupid. With no intention of risking what she had with Sam by messing around, she responded to Marty's invitation with her own.
"Ten rounds at the Amazonia Club?" she told Marty. "Knock outs only."
Marty was flummoxed. If Kaylee wanted to box, fine! But let's wait till after the sex!
A few months earlier, Marty agreed to fight with Jasmine before they went on their date. Jasmine beat Marty black and blue before putting him down for a third round nap. A week was needed for the pain to subsided enough for Marty to even contemplate the word "female," much less the phrase "spend the night with a.."
"Okay, fine," he agreed, his hormones drowning whatever common sense existed in his brain. Looking over Kaylee's stand up tits and round, full ass, Marty couldn't help himself.

Through the subsequent pounding he took, Marty scalded himself for looking in Kaylee's eyes, which were a dark, frozen blue, expecting to find mercy. There was none.
"You need to be taught a lesson about women!"
Kaylee had worked Marty into a neutral corner very early in the fourth round. Now, with the start of the fifth, he was right back there. And Kaylee was now unleashing body shots and combinations to skull of her seducer.
"I'm not the slut you wanted me to be, Marty!"
The anger she had felt at Marty's proposal had changed during the fight into pleasure at inflicting pain with her fists.
Kaylee bobbed back on her feet from Marty, whose entire body seemed to have transformed into jelly.
Sizing him up for the finisher, Kaylee whispered, "Good-night, Marty!' and delivered a left-right upper cut to the button of his chin.
Marty's head bounced up and down from the blows and his eyes closed. He felt horny and light headed all at once and went to the canvas, out cold at Kaylee's feet.

Erotic dreams danced in Marty's brain for the next ten minutes. They involved Kaylee or girls just like her, all of them wearing boxing gloves.
The one vision that remained clearest for Marty after he came to was of being in the ring, waiting for Kaylee. She strode through the ropes naked except for her red boxing gloves.
"I'm more than ready for you, Marty!" she said, stretching her arms across the top ropes as she rocked rhythmically against the turn buckle. "Are you ready for me?"
In an instant, Marty had Kaylee in his embrace, lifting her bare, toned ass and thighs onto the middle buckle and entering her.
As they fucked, Kaylee egged him on; begging for deeper penetration. At each orgasm, she hammered his bare shoulders, with her tight fists. With each orgasm, Kaylee came closer and closer to be overwhelmed by ecstasy. After the tenth blast of pleasure, she pushed Marty away.
"Please!....no more!...I can't!...."
"Why not?!" Marty asked, both of them gasping for air.
"You almost knocked me out! One more fuck like that and I'll be completely in love with you!"
"So?" asked Marty, kissing her nipples.
"No! No, I can't!...I'm sorry, but..."
WHACK!!
Kaylee's right hook exploded on the side of Marty's face, sending stars everywhere. Marty smiled and went out. Kaylee lowered her KOed lover gently to the canvas.  She kissed his lips and penis.
"Maybe some day...." she said to him.


"Maybe someday...you'll learn!"
Marty was suddenly awake. He looked around the room in and saw Emma the Ref standing over him with smelling salts.
"Kaylee explained the whole thing to me after we carried you from the ring," Emma explained, pressing an ice pack to Marty's face. "She saw right through you!"
"I am going to knock that bitch out!" Marty promised through an aching jaw.
 

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Kaeo - The Victor






Kaeo's eyes made her seem sly and intelligent rather than beautiful. She always greeted the regulars, like Will, in the coffee and donut shop, repeating in the form of a question what they regularly bought. Will noticed her eyes sized up him and every other male who placed an order. What she was calculating, he couldn't guess, but he assumed it was an effort to answer one or more of these three questions:

1) What will this schmuck want?

2) Does he have a good job?

3)Is he a good fuck?

The shop manager informed Will that Kaeo was one of a group of Thai exchange students at nearby Blake Mitchell University. Will liked Asian women, so he started talking with Kaeo about school, work and how she missed home. When these chats went on, Will scaled back his visits to three a week and always after 8 p.m., when the manager was gone.

About when Will figured she would, Kaeo began asking vaguely probing questions. When he answers were silly or boring, Kaeo never giggled like a stereotype of an Asian girl. Instead, she replied in kind about her personal life, filling Will in on her adventures since she arrived four months ago. When Will told the technical "truth" that he had no girlfriend at that time, Kaeo admitted she'd met a lot of American men recently.

"Really? That was daring, Kaeo. Why?"

"I want to see what they ...like..."

For a moment, Will thought Kaeo's English had slipped, that she meant to say "were like." But peering into those brown eyes, he knew she said exactly what she meant.

They met up a week later when she got off shift. the questions for Will became more particular, until Kaeo asked what sport he played. He told her about the Amazonia Boxing Club. Those sly, intelligent eyes became very bright.

"You box only women?"

"Only."

"I bet you win all the time."

"Sometimes. I've been knocked out cold a few times. Women are stronger than men."

"I'm stronger than you are!"

The tone in Kaeo's voice made Will want to fuck her more.

"Want to try that out?"



Blake Mitchell University housed foreign students in a chain hotel a bus ride away from campus. Kaeo shared the suite with a Vietnamese girl named May, who had found an American boyfriend, leaving the suite to Kaeo most of the time. She and Will went there. She put on her favorite bikini and the pair of red boxing gloves Will had brought along with his gear.



This one's getting knocked out, Will told himself, searching for the sweet spot on Kaeo's chin and jaw so attractively within arm's reach.

"Ready to go down?" Kaeo asked, throwing a few jabs.

"I hope you are!"

Will's right popped Kaeo in the stomach. She bent forward, gasping desperately, chin jutting out. The left that followed put Kaeo out on her feet.

The black haired girl stood between Will and the double bed. Pulling off his gloves, Will pushed shut Kaeo's dangling lower jaw and thumbed open her eyes. He flattered himself on how effective the KO sucker punch had been - there was nothing but whites behind the lids he pushed up.

"You're so beautiful, honey pot!" Will told his victim. "If you can hear me,'Sweet dreams!' "

Kaeo lifted into the space over the bed, landing with two distinct bounces, before her body settled into deep sleep on the covers.

Will took a small digital camera from his bag and recorded Kaeo, prone and limp, on the mattress. Kneeling beside the bed, he kissed the sleeping beauty. He placed her gloved hands between her legs and took another picture. Removing the gloves quickly, Will slipped the bare hands under the bikini, pressing the fingers into her labia. A faint smile moved over Kaeo's face. That was worth four pictures. He then pulled the bikini bottom all the way to her ankles and fitted the gloves back on her hands, letting them rest on her pussy.

Kaeo groaned, signalling her return to the conscious world.

Will snapped a few more pictures and pulled her bikini back up to her waist. After a minute, Kaeo sat up, searching her environment in confusion.

"What happened to me?" she asked in a hazy, distant manner.

"Don't you remember?" Will asked as he went into the bathroom, returning with a plastic glass of water and two aspirin he found in a drawer.

"No!"

Kaeo took the glass and pills from will and gulped down the medicine. She was becoming more focused.

"I knocked you out cold, put one right on your chin."

Will took back the empty glass and Kaeo settled her head back on the pillow, accepting defeat.