A Happy Ending

 

For session work, Kiki used a space in the rear of the Caldor Plaza , off  Route 46. The year before the occupant was a Curvies fitness center, which relocated for more space. Kiki rented it cheap, the land lord was a very satisfied client she'd met at the Amazonia Boxing Club. She kept the "Curvies" over the entrance for customers to use as a landmark.
She also met Stan at the Amazonia through Will, a mutual friend. After two conversations outside the Club, Stan agreed to the two hour "Happy Ending" session. Kiki told him to take public transportation to her location, because parking was limited.
Stan protested that he could walk from wherever he found a spot, but a smile from Kiki ended the discussion.
Stan got off the bus five minutes ahead of the appointment, carrying a gym bag filled with the items Kiki instructed him to bring: shorts, a T-shirt and a pair of boxing gloves. He walked about half the alley behind the strip mall to the entrance of "Curvies." Stan glanced around the empty lane, wide enough for garbage trucks to pick up the dumpsters scattered on the chipped asphalt. Secluded he thought, and went in.

"Great, you found me!" Kiki chirped, stepping out from what was the fitness center's reception desk, extending an open hand to her visitor. Stan clasped Kiki's hand, pressing into it a small wad of bills.
"Be right back!" Kiki sang happily and vanished behind a door marked "Manager".
When she came back out, Stan saw she was wearing a bikini that cradled her melon like breasts and round ass. She also sported a pair of black boxing gloves.
Stan changed his clothes, as directed, in the room next to the manager's. Like the rest of the facility, the room was clean, brightly painted and carpeted. Against one wall was a neatly made up double bed.
Oh, yes! he thought, giving the bed a final glance as he rejoined Kiki.

"I'm ready!" Stan said to Kiki, who stood on what had been the wooden exercise floor, now covered wall to wall with thick blue wrestling mats.
"Let's get to it, lover boy!"
As they circled, Stan felt out Kiki with tentative punches that were efficiently blocked. He realized form the impact of her counter punches that she could hurt him. He enjoyed that show of strength.
"You know, boy, I can knock you out whenever I want!?" Kiki prodded after the exchange of leather increased.
"Doubt it!" Stan answered, finding the "THWACK" of gloves hitting skin arousing.
"There's something you need to remember, Stan!" Kiki advised him, landing a hard left-right combination to his head. "Pussy always knocks out cock!"
Stan shuck off the combination and hammered Kiki's midsection, before launching a right hook that staggered the girl. For a single instant, the girl seemed unfazed. Darkness soaked into her brain and she fell limp to the mats.
The downed fighter only slept a minute or two. When her eyes opened, Kiki felt a drowsy confusion and then panic.
"Kiki?" a male voice called to her. She felt her bikini, it was intact. "You okay? I didn't mean to hit you like that!"
The look of concern on Stan's face was authentic, he hadn't touched her.
A weird anger propelled Kiki to her feet, throwing up her fists. Stan became very apprehensive very quickly. He had seen the same steel look in Kiki's eyes in the past - seconds before taking KO in the ring with other female opponents.
"Kiki, it was an accident! I sure as hell didn't want to....OFFFFFH!"
Hearing Stan plead got Kiki fired up, triggering the gut shot. While he winced in agony, Kiki uncorked an upper cut. Stan murmured "Jasmine...?" and hit the mats like a felled tree.
Kiki gave the boxer a ten count and dragged him into the changing room.

Kiki was on top for the forty minutes they had sex. Stan tried to roll her over during breaks in copulation, but Kiki kept him in his place. After a very short time, Stan was so entranced by Kiki's huge tits and the dangerous look in her eyes, that he submitted.

"What time does the bus come by?" asked Stan when he finished dressing. Kiki, now wearing a white, one piece bathing suit, with tight black shorts, asked to see Stan's driver's license.
"Here..." he said, handing her the plastic card.
She memorized the address and handed it back. "The sex was great, Stan! Lights out!"
She pasted Stan on the chin and he fell across her shoulder, arms and legs dangling lifelessly. Grabbing his bag, she carried the unconscious male to her car, depositing him gently in the back seat, flinging his bag on his lap.
During the drive, Stan briefly woke, catching Kiki's reflection in the rear view mirror.
"How you doing back there, sweetheart?" she coyly addressed him.
Stan shifted slightly and faded back to sleep.

He woke again in his own bed, with Kiki sitting next to him. She had removed all his clothing only a few minutes earlier. She smiled at him, waiting for his head to clear completely, which took a few minutes.
"Ready for your happy ending?" Kiki asked, eyeing Stan's cock.
"Yeah...yeah!"
"Of course you are..."
Kiki began working Stan's penis into a full erection, the slow caress building him to an orgasm. Stan's eyes began to roll in his head and he gasped, louder and louder, until semen spurted all over Kiki's hand and his hips.
While Stan groaned in pleasure, telling Kiki how beautiful she was, Kiki cleaned her hand on the bed sheet and slipped one of Stan's boxing gloves on her right hand.
"That was your happy ending, Stan!' she told him. Kiki rocked her fist back a foot away from her victim's face. "And here's mine!"
The fist slammed into Stan before he could protest. He went out like a light.
Kiki kissed Stan because the afternoon had been fun for her. And, judging by the grin on his face, for Stan also. 

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. 

Annie

 The match was in round five. Annie had her challenger, Kate, exactly where she needed her to be -on the ropes, worn down, and groggy.
A tall, curvy woman, Annie worked on Kate like a surgeon, carefully delivering punches where they did the most damage. Kate was crouching down behind her clinched arms, absorbing the blows that battered her failing defense, that exploded on her torso and head. She blurted "OOFFF!" when Annie made a direct hit. Numbness was starting to creep through Kate's body.
"I'll fuck who I want!" Annie informed the younger woman, whose curly brown hair was all the older woman could see over the raised boxing gloves. There were certain things she needed to tell Kate and she wanted to say them to her face, before she slipped off to dreamland."And if it's Martin, he's mine for as long I like!"
Annie shoved Kate's head back, getting a clear glimpse of the bruises on her face and her slack red lips. Before the dazed fighter could readjust her arms, she was hit with a sharp upper cut. Kate's arms fell to her sides and her eyes were expressionless. The brunette had gone out on her feet.
Listen up, Kate, if you can even hear me!" Annie waved her right glove in Kate's face. "This next punch is really going to fuck you up!"
Nothing registered with Kate.
The force of leather impacting Kate made a "WHAP!" that echoed around the gym. Kate went to the canvas spark out cold.
Emma the Ref pushed Annie away and began the ten count quickly. Emma glanced nervously from her friend, prone beneath her, and Kate's boyfriend, Martin.
"Ten! You are out!"
As Emma raised Annie's right fist in the air, unleashing screams of approval from the spectators, Martin raced to his lover's side, checking her pulse and eyes.
"Kate is fucking out!" snarled Martin. Emma waved to the two female attendants out side the ring, who wheeled in a gurney to the unconscious girl. As they rolled her out, Emma calledthe EMTs.

Kate came out of it early the next morning. Both Martin and her brother, Henry, had sat beside the bed all night, neither of them sleeping.
The doctor kept Kate for observation for a week. The pain in her face and body constantly reminded her that she'd been knocked out cold. Martin and Henry took turns staying over night. On the night of Henry's second watch, Martin slept with Annie.

He didn't feel guilt about cheating on Kate with the woman who put her in a hospital bed. From the moment Annie came on to him at the annual Amazon Boxing Club beach weekend, Martin wanted to fuck her. Seeing the older woman pummel Kate senseless got Martin fired up. The purple contusion that emerged under his girlfriend's left eye made him lose control.
Annie didn't need much persuasion, just dinner at Martin's place and she fucked him all night.

"Just once more, before you leave...?" Martin asked Annie from his bed as she began dressing the next morning. Annie pounced back on her lover, pinning his shoulders back with her hands and kissing him. "I know what you want!" Annie purred aggressively.
Annie worked her arms around Martin's neck, holding him in place. Only a few grunts made it out of his mouth before Annie's tits pressed down on his face, sealing off his mouth and nose. Martin struggling made her laugh. "Don't worry, sweet heart, I'm just gonna knock you out! Your kind loves it!"
Spots appeared before Martin's eyes and his arms felt like lead pipes, that, one after the other, fell limp on the mattress. There were a few stifled moans and Martin went out for the count.
When Annie lifted her chest, she could see Martin's eyes were closed and his mouth wide open. Gently, she slapped her tits against his face a few times, but he made no reaction.
"Just like your useless girl friend!"
She pushed his mouth shut. Martin moaned in his sleep. Annie felt a compulsion to slug the unconscious male, leave a black eye to explain to Kate. But he looked so cute in his defeated state, that Annie decided he had potential for the future.