Saturday, June 27, 2015

Anna - Part One

Jake was not sure what he wanted by getting in the ring with Anna, but he knew what to expect. Two weeks earlier, Anna knocked out cold his two friends, Will and Desiree, at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Desiree had a purple shiner from the encounter. Jake thought it made her look very attractive.
What Jake thought when he looked Anna over, what drove him to the challenge match, could be called lust.  But the desire he experienced was like the high he felt when he discovered women as a teenager and not his usual, adult "I NEED TO FUCK HER!" excitation. Jake was drunk watching Anna, a light - brown skinned fighter with 38DD breasts, work the heavy bag or jump rope. Standing ringside as Anna finished off Desiree, Jake had to clutch the ropes to keep standing.

Anna loved men, especially after one bright summer afternoon, when she discovered her body could turn them to mush. She saw males as a mass, offering her sexual pleasure and, if she was lucky, someone to talk with. Observing the way Jake looked at her while they discussed their impending boxing match, Anna knew she'd get both.

The match was Anna's from the start. Jake was a good boxer, Anna was better. And she dressed in a tight, red tank top and black boxing gloves, the uniform she wore for horny male opponents, destined to slumber. She had Jake pinned for most of round four and laid him out in the opening of round five.
Jake took the unseen upper cut as gracefully as possible. He lay on the canvas in a daze, cross eyed, looking happily up at Anna and Emma the Ref, who counted him out. Anna kneeled along side the defeated male.
"Jake, you okay?"
"" Jake mumbled, eyes uncrossing.
"Oh honey, you're really out of it!" Anna carefully sat up her victim. "Time to be unconscious, lover boy!"
Anna's black glove was the last thing Jake saw before a painful explosion.

In the movie that unspooled in Jake's sleeping brain, he was in a hospital bed. Anna, wearing a short-short white nurse's uniform, entered the room.
"How's our patient today?" she chirped.
 "Nurse Anna?" Jake asked, shooting up in the bed.
"Yes! And it's time for your treatment!"
The white uniform was gone and the naked Anna pulled the sheets and blankets off Jake ans straddled him like she was getting on a donkey. "YES!" she groaned loudly as he penetrated her. Anna's rapturous smile drove Jake crazy. He begged her to never stop, never leave him, until they both orgasmed.
"Now you need your sleeping pill!!"
"Huh?" Jake blurted, still zonked by the climax moments earlier. Anna raised her right fist, encased in a black boxing glove.
Stars and red hearts danced around Jake's head that rested on the pillows. He was completely in love with Anna.

Sunday, June 14, 2015


The first encounter between Andy and Leticia didn't go well for Andy. Spotting the forty-four year old Latina in her loose top and tight skirt at the Amazonia Boxing Club, Andy started talking to her immediately. As a police officer, he should have read his suspect carefully. Leticia was a tease, who dressed the way she did to attract male attention, which she thrived on.
"I box to keep in shape," said Leticia, firing a distracting smile as her eyes sized up Andy. Leticia had maneuvered them into an empty dressing room.
"It shows, especially in that skirt!"
"Hell, yeah!" Andy enthused, moving closer to Leticia as if he were about to make a collar.
Leticia lowered her voice. "You craving it?"
For second, Andy was baffled and said," Yeah!" like a happy child.
"Then crave this!"
The knuckles of Leticia's hard fist hit their target's chin, flinging him to the wall. He got an eye full of her ample breasts as he slid to the floor. All Andy recalled was the curvy beauty tell him, "I need you to know, no matter how hard I hit, I love..." and gave him a kiss just before he blacked out.

A few days later, Leticia accepted Andy's challenge to a boxing match. There was twenty years between herself and the young officer, but she was not concerned. If you can knock a cute guy out once, the second time should be easy. Leticia could tell he was angry at being sucker punched, but now his lust was stronger.

The fight was after hours at the Amazonia, in a ring Andy had reserved for between midnight and one a.m. Leticia wore a blue bathing suit that accentuated her long legs, pleasing hips and round breasts.
"Been dreaming about me, Andy?" she asked him, banging together her boxing gloves provocatively.
"Couldn't stop, especially about what I'll make you feel."
"Feel what?"
"Yourself hit the canvas before you go out like a light!"
"Like you were?" Leticia reminded him.
"Like you're gonna be!"
The pair circled each other once and then Andy jumped in, launching both fists. The first punch smacked Leticia in the face, which absorbed the hit. Her upper cut slammed Andy's mid section. Leticia followed with a pair of cruel, left-right combinations, that put Andy on his ass, dazed and frustrated.
"We done here?" she taunted. "Just let me knock you out so I can go home?"
Still disoriented, Andy got to his feet, shaking his head. Up went his fists.
The two boxers unleashed on each other, keeping very close. Leticia told Andy how horny she was from being on top of him. Andy ignored the patter and counted the number of times Leticia hit him. When he saw an opening, Andy landed two gut shots. Agony doubled Leticia over, directly into the path of a rising glove.
Leticia heard an explosion, which left her flat footed in front of Andy. Her glassy eyes stared expressionlessly.
"I need you to know, Leticia, no matter how hard I hit, I love..." Andy said as Leticia relaxed into inky blackness.
She landed on her stomach, arms by her side, palms up, ass cheeks peeking from her partially hiked up bathing suit. The point of her chin rested on the canvas, displaying the passive smile on Leticia's red lips. Andy pulled his gloves off, forgetting the ten count.
Sitting down by Leticia, he gave her ass a playful, but firm slap, enjoying the feel of soft skin on his hand. From deep in slumber, Leticia emitted a contented moan.
Grabbing his gym bag, Andy pulled out a pair of hand cuffs and black sharpie marker. He crossed the inert boxing gloves on her ass and loosely cuffed them at the wrists. With the sharpie, he wrote his name and cell phone number on the glove, placing a few inches from Leticia's face. On top of it, he carefully set the key to the cuffs.
Andy was about to walk out, when he remembered the iphone in the bag. He snapped pictures of Leticia, restrained and out cold, from a variety of vantage points.
Looking at the prone female, her finely curved body displayed for him, Andy kissed Leticia and told her she was beautiful.

Friday, June 5, 2015

Naomi's First Time

Now this is too easy, Roger thought as he walked across the ring to Naomi, who stood smiling in her corner of the boxing ring.This girl is young and horny, was is next reflection.
Roger was right on both counts.
Naomi was just completing her freshman year at Blake Mitchell University, in Pre Med, with plans to join the Women's Boxing team the following September. She had prepared at the Amazonia Boxing Club  for the last two months.
Roger, close to thirty, had been fighting for more than a decade. He knew it was much too early for Naomi to take on anyone in the ring. He gladly accepted her challenge to a match.
"Naomi, you look really in shape!" Roger said. "You look like you were born for this sport!"
Naomi smiled, accepting Roger's flattery with appealing feminine modesty. Roger could see the Asian girl melt on the inside.
Naomi was blessed with straight, black shoulder length hair, pulled back loosely in an attractive pony tail. Though she was only in the preliminaries of learning to fight, her compact body reflected the effort Naomi had put into track and soccer since middle school. Her glimmering eyes, which moved over Roger with little conscious direction, reminded her opponent that Naomi would be the best biology student in her graduating class.
"I'm ready to do it!" Naomi chirped.
"Me, too!" Roger answered, watching Naomi carefully assume a defensive stance.
"Just one thing...your glasses" Roger told her. For a minute, Naomi was perplexed and then realized she'd stepped into the ring her glasses still on the bridge of her pert nose. Roger thought the right glasses on the right girl made the perfect sexy nerd.
Cautiously, Naomi removed her spectacles and set them by the folding chair in her corner. She turned swiftly to face Roger and squinted.

"Wait!...Wait...I can't see you too..."

The right upper cut pasted Naomi on the chin. A sharp "ooohhh!" popped from her red lips and she stood in a profound daze, her glassy eyes focused straight ahead. The girl boxer smiled because she felt very aroused.
Roger heard a sharp, childish giggle when Naomi slumped on his bare chest, her cheek pressed on his shoulder. He heard a sigh and Naomi was out.
Roger tilted the unconscious girl back in his arms and kissed her forehead. "Okay, cutie, your first knockout!" He hefted Naomi over his shoulder. "Had to happen sometime! Too bad you won't remember it."
Affectionately, he set the rag doll girl in the chair. "Or maybe you will. Maybe you'll orgasm when you come out it!"
He kissed her again, this time on the lips. Roger shifted Naomi in the chair, resting the back of her head on the middle turn buckle. God damn, she's beautiful! Just one thing missing!
Roger retrieved Naomi's glasses and slipped them back on her face.
"Good night Sleeping Beauty!" he whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek before walking away.

Monday, May 18, 2015


Amelia wanted to be taken by her lover, whether male or female. "Consumed" was the word she used. In college, her experience had been with women and she was certain about her lesbianism. After graduation, she encountered Jon at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Between their two bouts, both of which ended with the Asian girl out on the canvas, they slept together. The fact that Jon sucker punched Amelia in the ring the day after such shared intimacy ought to have put her off men. Instead, she found herself wanting to submit, to be bested and dominated. When not in the arms of a lover, Amelia was worried by this tendency.
Would she end up in love with an abuser? The physical dangers of that prospect frightened her. Emotionally, she was pleased.

Scott knocked Amelia out for the count one Saturday afternoon at the Amazonia. He was a skilled boxer,but Amelia took him on with trepidation. would he KO her the way she wanted it? His thoughtful eyes moved over her body so completely that Amelia assumed he was falling for her.
No! No! she yelled to herself. Do that when I don't care!
Moments later, Scott hurled a right directly into Amelia's mid section. The girl boxer jerked forward, her face distorted by agony. Two upper cuts exploded on Amelia's chin and jaw. She staggered comically into the ropes and Scott moved in quickly. He opened up on her torso for twenty seconds, before punching the side of her face.
Black silence blanketed the girl boxer. She stood a few seconds, limbs and muscles slack, head head lolling on her right shoulder, mouth gaping and eyes shut. Amelia's knees gave out and she lay on the canvas, unmoving.
As she dreamed of Jiannah, a beautiful black woman she'd been with three nights before, Scott placed Amelia on her back and administered a ten count.


Amelia came to in the dressing room where Scott had carried her. She sat up lethargically, focusing on the male figure seated next to the bed.
"I knocked you out," Scott explained. "How  do you feel?"
Amelia thought briefly, then asked Scott if he would drive her home. While they fucked, Amelia saw the thoughtful look in Scott's eyes again. He was falling in love.

For two weeks, Amelia stayed away from Scott, even though thinking about him got her excited. She slept with some old girlfriends and some guys who resembled Scott in different ways. Very late one night Amelia woke suddenly, realizing that Scott had never called her.
Amelia waited a few more days. When nothing happened, she panicked. I saw him, she told herself multiple times. I saw him fall for me!

"Hey, Amelia, where you been?"
The male voice filled the gym around Amelia, making her jump back from the heavy bag she was using. She had tentatively given up dodging Scott and visited the Amazonia after ten pm to work out.
"Scott!" she blurted, like a little girl thrilled at her father coming home after a long absence.  "I've been here, like always."
"Good. Get in the ring!"
"I don't feel like a fight now..."
Scott clasped Amelia's bare shoulders. "I am! I'm here to knock you out!"
Stressing the last three words, Scott's voice penetrated the Asian fighter. She took hesitant steps backward toward the ring. The intruder shoved her a few times until they both stood in the ring.
"One punch is all this will take!" said Scott, slamming his gloves together "From this fist right here!" He held the red boxing glove in Amelia's face, who felt fear stab her. Scott meant his threat.
"No, okay, Scott!" Amelia began. "I'm sorry...okay?...okay...!"
He said nothing and pushed closer. Amelia retreated, pleading louder, but aware she'd be clobbered in a minute.
"I just thought we could mess around..." Amelia struggled, her voice weakening. The ropes suddenly pressed on her back. Scott's fist went back. "Good night, Amelia!"
Amelia never felt the punch or her hard landing on the canvas.

Amelia delayed introducing Scott to her parents for a month. They wanted to give her black eye a chance to fade.

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Seeing Stars

The straight right hit directly on Adrienne's chin. The impact moved like a wave through the girl's skull; sharp, rattling pain, followed by lightheaded numbness. Adrienne was unable to move.
Or hear Henry, her boyfriend, shouting. Adrienne was completely vulnerable, stunned into half consciousness, pink boxing gloves motionless at her side. The few thoughts Adrienne managed to process to completion were about the girl standing in front of her.
The black haired Latina's lips were moving, hurling insults at the dazed fighter. The words didn't register with Adrienne, only mixed around in her brain with speculation about what was happening next.
"Good night, pera!" Rosie yelled, loud enough for everyone gathered for the match to hear the insult, except Adrienne. Her senses were rapidly scattering as the ring got dark.
The upper cut took fore ever, but when it struck, Adrienne was thoroughly separated from reality. when she landed on the canvas, upturned face adorned with a smile and big tits bouncing comically, the spectacle unleashed a collective cheer. Once again, Rosie had beaten an opponent senseless.
The victor felt particular pleasure parading around the ring, fists raised to the crowd - she had put Adrienne in her place. A few weeks earlier, Rosie had flirted aggressively with Henry, saying she  wanted a fling with him. Deeply in love with Adrienne, Henry politely deflected the offer.
An angered Rosie fabricated a detailed account of sex with Henry and spread it around the Amazonia Boxing Club. The ugly rumor finally reached Adrienne, who immediately saw it for a lie. On the night Henry was purported to be cheating, he and Adrienne had dinner at her parent's house in New Jersey.
Adrienne immediately challenged Rosie to the boxing match she had just lost by a knockout.

Henry and Adrienne's sister, Lucia, revived their fighter after the ten count from Emma the Ref. It took a few waves of smelling salts under the sleeping girl's nostrils to snap her back. And even then, Adrienne was very disoriented.
They slowly walked the wobbly Adrienne to her corner, where she sat peering at Henry, trying to figure out where she had seen him before. When she finally identified her lover, Adrienne kept asking for a kiss.
"Tonight, Adrienne, not now," Henry said, when they got to the recovery room.
"Ho...kay..." Adrienne chirped. She lay down on one of the couches and went out again.

Five minutes passed before Adrienne returned from dreamland. This time she knew who the people standing over her were and what had happened in the ring before the lights went out. Emma the Ref examined Adrienne and advised her to rest.
"You got worked over, now relax."
Lucia asked Emma to stay with her sister and Henry, explaining she had business to take care of. Emma, aware that Lucia had begged her sister not to challenge Rosie, knew what that business was.

She found Rosie in the women's locker room, just getting into her street clothes.
"How's the punching bag!?" asked Rosie, when she saw the intruder.
Lucia was on top of Rosie the instant after the question was finished. hauling the dark haired beauty against the lockers. "Why did you fight my sister? You knew she had no chance against you!"
"Because I wanted to beat her up!"
"That's why you hit on Henry. He's not the kind that cheats, but Adrienne is the kind who flies out of control when she's pissed!"
"You figured it out!"
"And your sister is a big titted ditz with a glass jaw! Only a sad sack like Henry would want her!"
Lucia's right fist plunged into Rosie's solar plexus. Rosie folded in on herself, gasping violently.
"Don't worry, the pain won't be for much longer."
Lucia straightened up her intended target and slugged Rosie hard on the jaw. Rosie's body smashed the lockers loudly. Awareness drained from her eyes and her knees buckled.
Lucia gloated as Rosie slipped down to the cement floor, a brief moan signaling that consciousness was slipping away.
Lucia wanted to punch the knocked out girl one more time, but didn't. The message she wanted to communicate to the little puta would be painfully clear when she came around in an hour.


Monday, April 27, 2015

The Good Girl

 Bruised and groggy, Marcus Apted, professional thief and forger, sagged on the ropes. In spite of the three round trouncing he just experienced, he didn't regret accepting Silver Fox's challengeat the Amazonia Boxing Club. He'd been anticipating it for awhile.
In the last year alone, Apted had defeated, seduced or both a large number of Silver Fox's colleagues in Justice Force, the all female crime fighting organization. One of them, Atomic Girl, took a double neck chop from Apted while she guarded a display of ancient jewelry at the Metro Museum. When Atomic Girl came to, hours later, there was a thorn less red rose resting in her ample cleavage and she knew exactly who clobbered her.
A week later, she began a four month affair with Apted. Long after she broke things off, Atomic Girl wondered how one man gave her so much pain and pleasure.
Silver Fox liked the idea of sex with Apted, but not being vulnerable. A quick study of files on Apted showed her his one weakness: a Good Girl.
Though Atomic Girl never swerved in her commitment to fighting crime, she often used underhanded tactics and possessed a dark, vaguely threatening appearance that had a seductive shade of slutty. That was good for short term flings, but men like Apted tired of it quickly. Silver Fox, with her soft, open face and cheerleader figure, looked "girl next door" perfect and she knew it. She was just the kind of girl that Apted wanted, deep in his heart, to lose a fight to.

Apted was a breast man, so Silver Fox wore a sleeveless top that showed plenty of skin. Her well toned ass and gams were highlighted by her short, tight red trunks. Apted imagined them fucking, Silver Fox on top, the moment she leaped into the ring. Silver Fox saw the lust in Apted's eyes and considered delivering a nut shot hard enough to knock him out cold. Practice had taught her to do that with swift effectiveness. Silver Fox changed her mind, she wanted to own Marcus Apted, not injure him.
"I'm going to knock you out, Marcus Apted!" Silver Fox said when they touched gloves.
"It doesn't have to be that way!" responded Apted with a sincerity that almost made Silver Fox orgasm. "We can box later...tomorrow morning..."
"Sweet dreams, Marcus Apted..." Silver Fox teased as she went back to her corner.

This little gym bunny should have kissed the canvas two rounds ago! Apted thought, midway through the sixth. His opponent had kept him entangled with her body or pinned on the ropes, talking dirty as she worked him over. Apted could feel the slow process of being worn down by the super heroine's fists.
A large explosion left Apted severely dazed on the ropes. As Silver Fox dog walked him to the middle of the ring, all Apted could think of was sex with Silver Fox.
"A Good Girl beat you up and you like it!" Silver Fox said, pressing Apted's arms to his side and tilting his head into the optimal position. "Ready to knock you out!"
A thrill rippled through Apted and then a second explosion, that turned off the lights in his brain.

After the ten count, which Apted peacefully slumbered through, Silver Fox applied a coat of bright red lipstick to her lips. First, she kissed Apted's cheek, leaving a glowing scarlet lip print. Then she pulled down his trunks and took Apted's raging erection in her mouth, leaving a smear of read on his penis.
The first number on the cell phone contacts list was "Paula," who Silver Fox knew was Apted's protegee in crime and only full time lover.
"No, this is not Marcus," Silver Fox explained to the female voice who answered after four rings. "I'm afraid he's incapacitated right now...I was too much woman for him...We're at the Amazonia Boxing, I'm afraid I can't wait for you to get here, Marcus will be waiting....that wasn't nice!"
Silver Fox snapped the cell phone shut.

A week passed before Marcus contacted Silver Fox and they had dinner at the  town house he reserved just for these meetings. It took him a few days to convince Paula of the truth: he was unconscious when the lipstick was applied to his dick. The next morning Silver Fox was pleasantly surprised to see Marcus had a black eye.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Mercedes Gets Max

Since he was a teenager, Max loved muscle girls. Stunned when he first saw, at age 13, a televised female body building competition, he could never get these women from his mind.
At Blake Mitchell University, Max dated athletic girls, even serving as volunteer equipment manager for the women's lacrosse team because his girlfriend was a member. All kinds of women were happy to beat him senseless and then fuck him stupid at the Amazonia Boxing Club. But girls like Mercedes turned his soul to water.
Max wanted to lose to Mercedes. It was intensely erotic to imagine her using her fists to put him to sleep in the ring. That Mercedes loved skinny men like Max didn't hurt his prospects, either.
Mercedes stepped into the ring in a black sports bra that highlighted her big tits. Anticipating Max's fetish, she wore black trunks, short and tight, that displayed her muscular legs. She held her boxing gloves at chest level so Max would associate them with her breasts.
He's going to be a great fuck! Mercedes thought when she looked Max over. His type always are!
"Come her!" ordered Mercedes, The pair met in the center of the ring. "Two punches and you are done!"
Max appeared calm, but his pulse ran fast.
"When I hit a guy like you, he's out till the next morning. While he's KOed, I take full advantage of his masculine attributes!"
Max smiled. "Oh yeah...?"
Mercedes kissed Max and shoved him away. "Get in your corner, boy, and wait for me to knock your ass out!"
Dumbstruck, Max stared at Mercedes' well defined ass and calves as she walked back.

When the automatic bell rang, Max saw Mercedes charge straight at him.
He was knocked cold on his feet, jaw slack, eyes barely open.
Max was deeply in love with his attacker. Longing swelled his being as Mercedes pulled back her right fist and hurled it forward.
Max was finished.

Erotic dreams sloshed in his slumbering brain, projecting a blurry record of the women Max had boxed and loved. Waking, Max found himself in a women's bedroom.
"Hey, lover, you've been sleeping all night!"
The sweet tone of Mercedes' voice cleared away the haze. Max saw his new love wore only her boxing gloves. He was totally naked.
"You okay?" she asked.
Max sat up carefully and gave Mercedes a hard kiss. While she held him to her with her left arm, Mercedes reached her right under the covers.