Saturday, July 10, 2010

Roxana


Roxana was merciless in the boxing ring. She only fought mixed matches and every guy that tangled with her got carried out between the ropes, bruised and unconscious.
Will was no different.
His body shots to Roxana's carmel-brown midsection yielded nothing but a right cross that put Will into a galaxy of shinny stars. Thoroughly dazed, Will sat on his ass on the canvas, leering at Roxana's bare, muscular thighs and wanting to fuck her badly.
But the stars had so many bright colors....
Roxana saw clearly how groggy and horny Will was, so she slipped her gloved fists under his arms and lifted him up.
"William, our fight is over," she whispered in his ear. The bruised boxer barely comprehended what she said. "I hope you're a better fucker than a fighter!"
Will's dwindling attention shifted from Roxana's retracting right fist and to her blood red lips, high cheek bones and scarlet hair.
BAM!!!
Will heard an explosion. The force of Roxana's punch pitched Will across the ring, landing him under the ropes, the top of his head and arms dangling of the apron.
He wanted to slap Roxana's well toned ass and equally defined thighs and went to sleep.

They didn't carry Will out between the ropes. Emma and Adrienne, Will's seconds, moved him back to his corner. When his eyes opened, Will saw both girl's faces. Emma asked him his name.
"William," he said. Will was dizzy and fascinated with the girl's chests, especially Adrienne's.
"What time is it?" Emma asked.
"Story time...?" he answered.
"No, William!"
William shifted to Adrienne.
"Why Adrienne...what big breasts you have!"
Adrienne examined her full chest and she and Emma laughed. They pulled Will's arms over their shoulders and got him to his feet.
The ref was raising Roxana's right fist in a declaration of victory. She flashed her bedroom eyes at Will when he was carried past.

Will found Roxana a few days after their fight working a speed bag at the gym. He was two days recovering from the knockout, nursed attentively by Adrienne. The younger girl's attention was appealing, Will wanted sex with Roxana badly.
Roxana could see Will looking her body over as they talked, nodding slyly when he asked her out to dinner.
"You should be just right," Roxana said, grabbing Will's arm and maneuvering him into an empty dressing room. Will glanced at the large rubdown table.
"Want to get going already?" he asked.
"Can't wait sugar!"
POW!!
WAP!!
SOCK!!
Only two punches were required to knock Will out on his feet. As he swayed back and forth, eyes shut, lips curled in dreamy pleasure, Roxana's third blow was a shot in the eye. She liked giving men black eyes.
Roxana carried the unconscious Will in her arms the length of the gym, where everyone watched. Near the exit, Emma asked had happened.
"I asked Will out on our first date," Roxana approvingly took in the devastaed male she held. "And he accepted."

Roxana fucked Will so hard he fell in love with her. When he woke the next morning in his own bed, he knew he was meant to be with her forever.
"Oh...I see.. you've fallen for me, right Will?" Roxana said when Will got her alone at the gym.
"Yes...I can't stop thinking about you!" Will's eyes were on fire. Roxana knew what she had to do.
"Will, do you know what I do to guys who fall for me?" Roxana asked seductively, extending her bare right arm.
"What?" he answered happily staring at her bicep muscle.
"Kiss it Will!" Roxana ordered, flexing her bicep. Will pressed his lips to her muscle, loving the firm smoothness of her skin.
"Will?"
"Yes!?" he said, looking up. A clinched fist came at him. The explosion hurled Will across the room and into the wall. Will began dreaming of his night with Roxana as he slumped to the floor.

"Hey Will wake up!"
The voice was familiar, sweet and light, so he opened his eyes. Adrienne was looking down at him. "Looks like someone took another ko!"
"Yeah..Roxana..clobbered me.."
"I know...she told me.." Adrienne slowly helped Will to his feet. Giving him a loving kiss, she said: "Will, you need a new playmate!"

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