The Body Suit Groupie

 
Boxing with bad girls and super heroines brought Rick to the Amazonia Boxing Club. At this particular moment, he was being worked over by Catwoman. It was the sixth round.
He could sense the knockout happening soon. The brown skinned villainess wore her famous black body suit and red boxing gloves, rained blows to Rick's head and body.
Catwoman found Rick attractive, which was why she strung out the fight so long. If Catwoman ever took on a civilian, he or she was flat on their back, slumbering, by the third round. But Rick was a "body suit" groupie, he had a fetish for strong women in body suits.
"I'm rolling up on you!" she told Rick between punches, but Catwoman doubted that he heard clearly what she said.
Rick slumped on the ropes, arms drawn up to shield his torso and face, a posture that did little good. Catwoman continually pierced the defenses, battering her challenger, whose eyes were glassy and half closed.
Rick was in pain, but he was happy.
Catwoman concentrated on the midsection, until the bell rang, ending the round. She danced back on her heels, allowing Rick a chance to stagger to his corner. Rick sighed and fell to the canvas. Catwoman laughed at the serene smile on the defeated male's face.
Emma the Ref checked Rick and confirmed he wouldn't be moving on his own power for awhile. Catwoman strutted around the ring during the ten count, throwing her fists in the air when Emma declared,"You are out!"

As he was carried back to his dressing room by Catwoman and Emma, Rick dreamed of Lumi. Lumi was a petite, Asian-American college girl who was into geek culture, complete with black rimmed glasses and tattoos. Rick had gone out with her a few nights earlier. They role played a number of knock out scenarios, mostly Rick KOing Lumi. Then they would fuck.
In Rick's dream, they skipped the play acting.

Rick was alone with Catwoman when he came around.
"Hey little boy, you're back!" she purred.
It took a minute, but Rick sat up, eyes blinking at Catwoman, who was slowly shedding her body suit. He removed his trunks, grateful that things were moving even faster than his over heated imagination anticipated.
For the next hour, he was mesmerized by Catwoman's jiggling breasts, her head thrown back with every orgasm. After the last climax exhausted the lovers, Catwoman finally kissed Rick.
"I was really horny and tense from knocking you out cold. But the way you fuck....WOW!"
Catwoman shifted her upper body, brushing her breasts across Rick's face. He kissed the nipples lovingly.
"Good night, bitch!" chirped Catwoman, her arms vining around her lover's throat, pulling Rick face deep into her cleavage. "Go to sleep!"
Furiously, Rick flung out his arms and legs, grabbing at nothing, kicking the air. Breathing rapidly became impossible and Rick felt reality going away, even as he enjoyed Catwoman's flesh on his face. His eyes closed, opened, and closed a final time. Rick passed out.

"Lover boy is taking a nap." Catwoman informed Emma the Ref, who was waiting in the hallway. "I was too much woman for him!"
Emma darted in the dressing room and laughed at Rick sprawled where Catwoman had left him.