Two Knockouts Plus One

Lewis was after Kaylee because she an unattached blond with big tits. Those three qualities were his main sexual fetish. Later he found out the hair was dyed, but the tits were genuine.
The men at the Amazonia Boxing Club referred to Kaylee as "Miss Cantaloupe" or "Dolly Parton."  Since her divorce the year before, she had slept with a number of men and women, like she was making up for time lost by being married. Lewis seemed, to her, to be a likable guy - intelligent, articulate, and described as a "horn dog" by a number of women. Kaylee couldn't and didn't want to ignore the lust in his eyes when they talked. Fine, she decided, he wants it, he'll just have to earn it!

Kaylee said Lewis would have three tries to knock her out.
"If you can do that," she added. "we can move to the next level. Miss all three times and nothing."
"What if I cheat?" asked Lew.
They were both standing in a ring Lewis had rented at the Amazonia for an after hours match. "What if I clobber you when your back is turned?"
Kaylee touched her glove affectionately to Lewis' chin. "Some guys are assholes and some aren't. I know you aren't, Lewis."
Damn, she's right, thought Lewis, after they kissed and returned to their corners.
The match went one round, which was about the time Lewis needed to see that Kaylee was the better fighter. The discovery came to him seconds before her right upper cut did.
Lewis staggered as his body fell limp to the canvas, where he slumbered for ten minutes.



When his eyes opened, Lewis saw Kaylee standing a few feet away, leaning back, her arms on the top rope of the ring. "God, that makes me hot! I love punching out men!"
Lewis sat up and gazed at his conqueror. "Wha..."
"Beating up guys gets me stoked!"
Giving Lewis a smirk, Kaylee turned slowly around and pushed against the top rope, extending her ass outward. "Go ahead, Lewis, right now!"
He looked baffled. She touched her half exposed ass with one of her gloves. "Start smooching! I knocked you out cold, so kiss it!"
Half stumbling, Lewis went to Kaylee, pressing his lips against her buttocks. She praised his technique and encouraged him. The more he kissed the smooth skin of her ass cheeks, the more out of control Lewis became. He began moving around her thighs to her pussy.
"Good job!" Kaylee said, finally turning back to Lewis. "Good night!"
WHAM!
Her left slammed the top of Lewis' skull. He lay on the canvas again, out for the count.

It was encouraging that Kaylee had let Lewis explore her the way she did, especially on what was their first date. She wants it, Lewis told himself. She's just being a woman.

The rematch was a week later and the four rounds it lasted gave Kaylee a chance to know Lewis better.
He fought straight, never below the waist and was careful not strike Kaylee's chest. A good sign, Kaylee thought. Now, just put him down for the count!
Late  in the fourth she did.
Kaylee had Lewis in a corner, where she focused on hurting his body. Two punches shot up on Lewis' chin, popping his head up, putting Lewis out.
When he drifted back to consciousness, Lewis saw Kaylee leaned on the ropes like the last fight. But she was naked, except for her boxing gloves. Lewis wasn't too groggy to mutter "Yes!"
Kaylee pointed to her pussy with both her gloves. "Lewis, make me your queen."
No more prompting was needed. Lewis dived between Kaylee's legs, kissing her thighs greedily and then probing her clit with his tongue. Kaylee's head tilted back with first surge of pleasure She called out Lewis' name continually, telling him how much she loved him, until her first orgasm.
"Don't stop!" she implored after coming a second time, pushing Lewis head into her vagina.
She let Lewis surface after five minutes. Kaylee's head was swimming and she felt a light headed affection for Lewis.
Throwing a towel at him, Kaylee got dressed as Lewis cleaned his face. They shared a soft kiss and then Lewis was hit with an upper cut.
He slept for ten minutes, dreaming of Halle Berry and Rihanna.


"I was so close to getting it! I could smell it!" Lewis told his friend Marc a few days later.
"So I heard." Marc said.
"I need the gloves."
"You need to win this? Sounds like she'll fuck no matter how it turns out."
"I need the gloves." Lewis insisted.
Marc owned a pair of loaded boxing gloves that helped him win some fights at the Amazonia Boxing Club against women who would have normally destroyed him in the ring.
 "What's your plan?" Marc asked when he handed the gloves to Lewis.
"Put Kaylee's lights out."
"No, after that."
Lewis pretended to consider the question. "Ask Kaylee to be the mother of my children."

Kaylee complimented Lewis on his gift for cunnilingus, honed with practice, she added.
"I wanted to tell you that while you are still coherent, Lewis." Kaylee said as they touched gloves to start their final match. "when you wake up, I'll be long gone."
"Kaylee?"
"Yeah?"
It was the most effective sucker punch Lewis ever threw and he'd thrown a lot in mixed matches at the Amazonia.
Kaylee's eyes rolled up in their sockets. It looked like she was blissfully searching the ceiling.
"Desiree..." she cooed and landed hard against Lewis, who hefted her over his shoulder. He carried the slumbering fighter to her dressing room. Kaylee woke after Lewis took digital pics of her prone and senseless.