Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Desiree: A Love Story


Manic energy radiated from Desiree, especially from her bright, liquid brown eyes. She had what I call "IT" and what other guys at the Amazonia Boxing Club termed "The Crazies."
You could say she was skinny girl, but training had built up her arms, legs and hips, increasing and not diminishing her femininity. As we discussed the knock outs only match she challenged me to, her eyes held me. Desiree looked at you as if she were deciding whether to fuck you or knock you out. I couldn't say if Desiree was sure herself.
I accepted, but with hesitation. Everyone told me Desiree and her husband, Peter, were happy together and with their two small daughters.  Desiree also kept multiple female lovers in short term relationships, a fact that did not upset Peter in the least.
"Why ruin all that?" Emma the Ref asked me. "They've been a couple for nearly ten years, like each other's missing pieces."
"How would fighting me ruin anything?"
"Desiree stopped boxing men after Peter and her met."
I found out later that Desiree had scheduled our match for a weekend Peter and the children would be out of town.

"I fought this guy, one time," Desiree told me, talking over Emma the Ref' reciting the fight rules. "He was like you, really good looking. In the fourth round...POW!"
Desiree smacked her gloves together. "I knocked him spark out!"
"Not surprised to hear that!" said Emma, looking askance at her friend. "You two ready?"
"Sure am!" Desiree declared.
"Yeah!" I said.
I started slowly, just moving along with Desiree, figuring it was best to let the shorter fighter be the aggressor.
"Come on, hit me! You're dying to!" Desiree shouted, her eyes burning into me. "Now! Do it! You wan..."
WHAM!
The punch put Desiree on her back, motionless, eyes closed. For a long moment, Emma the Ref and I stared at the girl on the canvas, who finally stirred and groaned. Desiree sat up, tenderly caressing the spot on her jaw where my fist had impacted. Words began to slip from Desiree's mouth.
"Oooff...that... was..hard..you do like me..."
Emma the Ref rolled her eyes and pulled Desiree up. "Dez, don't embarrass yourself!"
"What?" Desiree asked, with sudden sharpness. "He doesn't...?"
I interrupted. "Maybe she should sit down a bit before we start again?"
"No, I can...."
Desiree went jelly-legged when she leaned against Emma. "No, not yet, you can't!"
I watched Emma guide Desiree back to her folding chair, wondering at the chances of a three way. I dismissed it immediately. Emma was very attractive, but Desiree was the end game.


Desiree came out strong and moved fast, trying to be a moving target too mobile to pin down. I waited, taking my punches like a gentleman, counter punching hard at her midsection to wear her down.
After three rounds, Desiree was looking spent. Weariness clouded her eyes. When she fired an over hand right at my head, I ducked in close and slugged Desiree on the chin. She landed on the ropes, which cradled my opponent long enough for me to close in.
With her arms dangling by her side, Desiree;'s body was wide open. I smiled at her flat, smooth belly and pounded home a harsh left-right combo, that forced out what little air Desiree had been able to breath in. I caught her as she dropped to her knees, propping Desiree on the ropes.
I held my right fist in her face. "You see it, girl? This is the glove that's going to knock you straight out!"
Desiree made a slow nod.
"Kiss it!"
Tilting her head slightly, Desiree pressed her lips to the leather of my glove. Her lips then parted with an audible "SMACK."
"I..need.." she began to whisper.
WHAP!
The right upper cut detonated on Desiree's jaw. In a slow, graceful movement, Desiree's head jerked back and her limbs turned to water. She flopped on the canvas.

You'd think after the way I belted her off to Dreamland, Desiree wouldn't speak to me.
Emma and I carried the completely limp girl boxer to the recovery room. She was out cold for ten minutes. After she came to, Desiree grinned at me like a hunch she had was confirmed.

That night, Desiree and I fucked for hours in a hotel room.
The next morning we ate the breakfast I cobbled together from the lobby and Desiree handed me the single boxing glove she had brought along.
"This was a great weekend, thank you." She gave me a long, affectionate kiss as we stood by the bed. Desiree wore nothing but red silk panties. "One more time before you go?"
When Desiree pulled the glove over my right hand, I looked at her visibly perplexed.
"Peter would never and never will hit me. That's why I love him and had his children." Desiree kissed me again. "But part of me needs to get...hit...by a man who...makes me horny..."
I held up my hand, stopping Desiree's explanation. I saw that I was not Peter or one of her girlfriends or whatever random male she may have been with in the past.
I cocked my glove below my waist as far as it would go.
"Good night, pretty one!"
BAP!
Desiree lifted off her feet and landed on the bed, senseless.
As I pulled off the glove, I saw inscribed on the palm "Property of Peter DeWalt. Merry Christmas!"
I placed Desiree's feet on the bed and pulled the covers over her. After I slipped two pillows under her head, I kissed Desiree good bye and closed the door quietly behind me.

Monday, November 10, 2014

The Cougars' Tales - Nephele the Villianess


 
The black jack hit Cat Girl precisely at the base of the skull. The cowl absorbed much, but not all, of the force of the blow. Tendrils of pain reached into her brain and turned off the lights.
Super criminal Nephele stood over her victim, admiring how efficiently she had KOed the young crime fighter.
"So stupid, little one, so stupid!" she whispered.
These good girls are so worked up to demonstrate what they can do, Nephele thought, dragging the inert member of Justice Force into the next room and tossing her on the couch. Cat Girl landed against her partner, Scarlet Vixen, head resting on Vixen's shoulder. Nephele secured Cat Girl's wrists and ankles with plastic security strips, as she had done ten minutes before to Scarlet Vixen. The two looked so cute next to each other, exploring Dreamland, that Nephele took digital pictures of the pair. When she returned to her lair, she would post the images at the Bad Girls website, under the tab "Good Girls Out Cold and Dreaming." She gave both super heroines a kiss.

Nephele knew there were two more Justice Force agents in her hideout. Four operatives were always sent on arrest missions: two for the collar and two for backup. And the second pair had to join their associates in La La Land.
Nephele began her career at 19 as an apprentice house breaker and, over the next twenty-eight years, rose to an executive position in the Sisterhood of Evil crime syndicate, until it was smashed by Justice Force. She had renewed success in her old profession of cat burglar, but was now looking to retire with her accumulated wealth, to a far away country.
Now Justice Force was gumming up the works by trying to bring her in.
Well, Nephele decided, spotting Justice Force agent Night Ghost down the hall, at least Justice Force made a point of fielding only earnest, strong minded, and astoundingly careless agents, complete with glass jaws.
"I can't raise either of them!" she heard Night Ghost murmur into her wrist communicator. Nephelle was standing right behind her. "I know something has happened!"
Night Ghost turned sharply when her shoulder was tapped. "Cat Girl!? Where have..."
WHAP!!
Nephele concentrated as much spite as she could muster into the right hook to Night Ghost's chin.
"...uuuu...vvv..been...?"
Behind her mask, Night Ghost's eyes crossed and went to the hard floor, spark out.
A voice cried urgently from the wrist communicator. "Night Ghost! What was that? Are you okay, sweetheart?!"
Sweetheart? wondered Nephele. It was a male voice and Nephele liked the way it sounded.


"Justice Force is letting the eye candy out on missions!"
The handsome young man turned swiftly in response to Nephele's remark.
"Nephele?"
"In the flesh!"
"What have you done with Night Ghost and the other girls?"
"No permanent damage. They're all taking a nap." Nephele walked up to the young man and pulled him into a deeply sexual kiss. "What's your name, boy?"
"Brad..."
"Of course. Which one of the sleeping beauties are you tapping?"
"Tapping?" Brad answered, befuddled and aroused. "Oh, yeah...Night Ghost..."
"Impressive! Our intelligence on Night Ghost said she liked sea food."
"See...no, she wanted to try men..."
"So she got a practice model." Nephele clinched her right fist behind her back.
"Let me guess. Things didn't work out with Lady Puma, so Night Ghost went looking for something different?"
"She loves me!"
"You bet! One last question before I knock you out: Brad, do you get a stiffy thinking of older women?"
Nephele interrupted Brad's reply with another kiss. "Yes, you do!"
POW!
The upper cut put Brad out on his feet. Looking her victim over, his eyes glassed and jaw hanging slack, Nephele decided she didn't want to go into retirement alone.

Nephele had measured the force of the punch precisely, hitting Brad just hard enough to leave him unconscious for an hour, just long enough to transport him to her default safe house. He started coming around very soon after she dumped him on her bed and began removing his cloths.
"Where am I?"
"In my bedroom...your dreams have all come true!"
"Where's Night Ghost and Scarlet...."
"When I left, they were all resting comfortably. By now, they're in a hospital."
Brad's vision cleared. "Whoa!"
Nephele sat on the bed at his side, completely naked. She was guiding his hand over her firm, white thighs and soft, black haired pussy. "You lost the first round by a knockout. How many rounds do you have left?"

Brad made it round 20, Nephele scored the second knockout. While her exhausted lover dreamed of her, Nephele made breakfast and completed her travel arrangements. She decided Brad was coming with her, even if she had to conk him on the head and smuggle him out in steamer trunk. But after last night, she doubted there would be any problems.
Nephele was in love.
"But I'm in love with Night Ghost and she loves me!"
This tiresome formality, Nephele thought, putting a cigarette to her lips.
"You fucked me like a champ last night, ever have that with Little Miss Can't Decide?"
Brad knew she was right. Nephele had rocked his world and he wanted more.
"I owe her..."
"Nothing!" Nephele said, igniting the cigarette and blowing pink smoke in Brad's face. The smell was light and sweet and Brad was unable to stop himself from breathing it in. Suddenly he felt heavy. Nephelle took him in a long kiss. "That's your kiss good night, Brad. We're going on a trip, you and I!'
"Whe...where...?"
"A nice country in South America with lots of sun, warm weather and no extradition treaties."
Another cloud of smoke collided with Brad.
Everything slowed down for the young man. He wanted to get up, but all Brad did was look dreamily at Nephele's face and melon sized tits. There was a strong desire from the base of his being to kiss Nephele's pussy, to show her how much he loved her and wanted her.
Brad's eyes drooped down steadily until the shut. Brad was out cold and on his way to a whole new life.