Jenny in Dreamalnd

"Only a wuse falls for the pussy that knocked him out!"
Jenny and I were facing each other in a ring at the Amazonia Boxing Club, waiting for the bell.
A week earlier, Jenny fought me to knock out in the sixth round. I slept for five minutes. I wanted Jenny before I stepped in the ring, I woke up aching to fuck her.
Dressed in black shorts and sports bra, Jenny gave me the same leg show as she did the last time we boxed. I have a fetish for females in boxing gear and Asian women and that afternoon, Jenny was both. I kept struggling to focus.
"Maybe today will be different." I suggested, peering into Jenny's face, which was round and open. She had done her eye lids up in muted blue that blended with her midnight black hair.
"No, not really, Lewis. You're just going to sleep...again"
The bell clanged, followed by Emma the Ref's shout "Fight!"
Jenny immediately slugged me. I never felt myself sink to the canvas.

Jenny had a cute, girlish laugh, like all her giggles tumbled on top of each other. I heard it as I slept on my back and then as my eyes opened. Emma the Ref told me later that I mumbled like an idiot as I emerged from Dreamland, my head lolling from left to right.
Jenny got in my face as Emma guided me to the recovery room. "He's still asleep! He's dreaming! You dreaming about it, Lewis?! Want it in your face?"
Jenny's question followed me into blackness.

Emma called me stupid to expect anything more than a beating from Jenny.
"If I thought you had a chance against, I wouldn't be so critical," explained Emma, after I came around. "To be honest, she's the better boxer."
That was a fact. If I won a match or lost, I didn't care, as long as Jenny, or a girl like her, put out.
To my surprise, Jenny took me up on the offer of dinner. She seemed to think she was dominate in our relationship. She even indulged me and wore red boxing gloves to bed.
"Jen, I want to ask you a favor."
Rolling over, Jenny stretched like a cat and looked at me with dewy eyed contentment. "What, Lewis?"
"Let's have one more fight. Knockouts only!" Jenny broke out laughing. "A third try? I think all the sex I gave you last night has turned your brain to mush!"
"Come on, you won twice, you can again. You enjoyed it!"
From the gleam in Jenny's eyes I could tell she loved the idea, even though she resisted a few more minutes. I arranged for the third match that afternoon.

"I'm confused," Emma admitted to me as we watched Jenny climb into her corner. "You already fucked her, she's just going beat you up."
"How do you know we fucked?"
"Women brag, it's the thing we all have in common."
I always found Emma's acceptance of human nature refreshing, but this time she was looking at me suspiciously, like she was reading my thoughts.
The bell rang and I moved out, faster than Jenny anticipated. She retreated, raising her gloves to her face defensively. I fired at her midsection two punches. The first bounced off her elbows, but my second pounded her solar plexus. Jenny gasped in agony.  My from the hip upper cut detonated on her chin.
Jenny gaped at me, eyes surprised and then uncertain. She probably never saw anything. Jenny dropped into Emma's extended arms.
Emma stared at me. "She fucks you all night and you do this?"
"Yeah." I answered.
"It's a great thing Jenny doesn't actually like you. Get her legs."
We carried Jenny, a boxing rag doll, back to her corner. Emma thumbed her eyelids, revealing solid whites.
"She's in La La Land!"
A few minutes later, Jenny sighed and began a slow emergence from my KO punch, like a surfacing diver.

Kidnapped by Kiki - The Finish

                                                

Both fighters were heavily aroused as they boxed. Tom, because he was trading punches with a naked woman. Kiki because she always got turned on by hitting a male, her aggression fueled by the certainty that the match would end with Tom sleeping.
It's how he wants it, she thought, landing a combination to Tom's skull.
Tom fought with a disadvantage that Kiki discovered watching him box at the Amazonia. Studying him in the ring with female opponents, Kiki saw he never cunt busted and avoided tit punching whenever possible. With the size of Kiki's chest, Tom would lean down to land shots to her torso. You keep that up, boy! Kiki thought, beginning to time how long he let himself be exposed. Then she stepped toward her opponent.
WHAM!
POW!
WHACK!
Tom was dazed by the brutal attack. He tried to raise his arms in defense, but Kiki hit too fast. After battering his midsection a few more times, Kiki unloaded on his jaw.
Tom felt himself fly upward and then crash painfully on his back. He started blinking, desperate to focus. He saw Kiki climbing on top of him, her right arm pulled back.
Then Tom was on his feet, Kiki dog walking him, saying "Just a few more steps, honey..." but he understood nothing. All he could do was let his numb body drift under Kiki's control until he came to a stop.
"Okay, Tom, this is the moment!" Kiki stated, leveling Tom's head so they saw eye to eye. "You've always wanted a big tited woman to beat you up and knock you out. Here it comes!"
Kiki retracted her right fist again, but lowered it when she saw Tom smiling. She clasped his face and gave him a long kiss, something she'd never down to a man she was fighting no matter how horny she had become.
Clarity began seeping to Tom's brain and the full effect of the kiss registered. "Kiki...you said..."
BAM!
It was dark again for awhile.

Kiki lay next to Tom on the bed in the room next to her office. She brought herself to orgasm twice while staring at the unconscious Tom. He woke feeling dizzy, but when he was coherent, he told Kiki how beautiful she was. Kiki put one arm around Tom's shoulder, while the free hand began working his dick, which needed little encouragement.
"I bet you say that to all the girls who knock you out..."

An hour later, Tom was blissful. Kiki was not sure if she had just fallen for Tom.
"Get your money's worth?" she asked, rolling over.
"Every penny!"
Kikii sat up and reached for the panties on the floor. "Wait, Kiki, one last thing!"
Tom was on his knees in front of the fighter, placing his palms gently on her knees. Kiki hesitated, about to remind Tom the session was over. Instead, she pressed his head between her thighs. Her entire upper body arched back as Tom penetrated her with his tongue pressing on her clit. At first, only sharp gasps passed from her mouth, but quickly she caught enough breath to call her lover a "fucking slut!" until Kiki's massive orgasm erupted and she flopped on her back.
Kiki kept Tom's head in place and delivered a harsh neck chop. Tom sagged into her pussy and went to sleep.
"You'll go with any hole!" she insisted to the prone male. "As long as they glove up and fuck you up!"

Kiki carried Tom and the digital flash card that held the complete record of their bout out to her car. Thirty minutes later, she dumped him on his own bed. Leaving the flash card on kitchen table, Kiki knew she was in love with Tom.

Kidnapped by Kiki - Part One

As it was early Saturday morning, Tom answered the back door casually. When he opened the door, he immediately recognized black haired Kiki from The Amazonia Boxing Club, where they both worked out. She wore a bikini and her 34 HHH breasts seized Tom's complete attention. For a moment she stood silent, smiling, her hands behind her back.

"Good morning, Tom!"

Kiki's voice was sweet and inviting.

"Kiki!" sputtered Tom, unable to conceal his surprise and arousal. "I...good...I..."

"Good night, Tom!"

All Tom saw was Kiki's right fist stretch back behind her head as far as her arm could go. He had no memory of the thrown punch itself, just the painful impact. The he was in blackness.   

Kiki got her biggest thrill when a guy's head went back from a punch, followed by an eye roll. Tom provided all that and landed on the kitchen floor, lights out. Kiki saw no neighbors in the area, so she stepped over Tom and went inside.

Tom's brain woke slowly from the straight right to his chin. There was a cool breeze on his face from the partially open passenger side window. It felt relaxing and Tom was content for a minute.

"Oh, my jaw!" he groaned, as the physical consequences of a KO returned to his face. When his eyes opened, he saw he was in a moving car, being driven by a now topless Kiki. Christ her tits are incredible!, he thought. They'd make great pillows! His thoughts were still not organized.

Kiki glanced a few times at the groggy male, dressed in gym shorts and a white T-shirt.

"Hey, Tom, look at me, sweetie!"

The car had come to a stop at a red light. Tom swerved his head slightly.

"Good boy! Now, go back to sleep!"

WHAP!

The lights in Tom's brain went out again. Kiki laughed at what an easy KO Tom was. When the signal turned green, Kiki stomped on the accelerator.

Kiki tossed the still out cold Tom over her shoulder and carried him across the narrow parking lot behind the Caldor Plaza on Route 46. The stores in the strip mall had not opened, so no one saw her transport her burden inside the abandoned "Curvies" aerobics center that Kiki rented for her own use. Once inside, she moved Tom to the large windowless backroom, that housed a large boxing ring and some folding chairs. Next to bigger space, were two smaller rooms. One was her business office, the other contained a queen size bed , a first aid kit on the wall and a large mirror secured to the ceiling.

Settling Tom on a folding chair in one corner of the ring, Kiki got a small digital camera attached to a tripod from her office and positioned it facing the combat area. Assured the battery was charged, she adjusted the focus to a close up of the entire ring. Retrieving the first aid kit, she leaped through the ropes and bounded at Tom.

"Wake up, sweetie!" she cooed, lightly slapping Tom's face. He didn't stir, so Kiki smacked him harder. A long moan came from deep within Tom, but no movement. Kiki snapped a tab of smelling salts by Tom's nose and he jolted back to the conscious world.
"Wha...?"
"I kidnapped you, Tom. Don't you remember?"
Tom shook his head slowly. "No..."
"In fact, I knocked you out twice. Feeling horny yet?"
 The abductee groaned a second time. Kiki planted a gentle kiss where she had slugged him in the car. She began pulling boxing gloves on his hands.
"Why the hell am I here?"
"So we can fight! I've seen you boxing women at the Amazonia Boxing Club, its why you joined right? Fight a woman and maybe get laid, that's you plan, right?"
Tom nodded reluctantly. "Yeah."
"Well, now you are mine and I am going to completely fuck you up. If I knock you out, which I will, you belong to me! If by chance you put me down for the count, you're free. You walk right out that door with me flat on the canvas. Agreed?"
"Yes, but its just that.."
His captor's intense kiss interrupted Tom. "Cheer up, I'm a great fuck. I've had lots of practice! I'm going to change for the match!"

While he waited for Kiki's return, Tom contemplated the outfits he'd like to see her wearing when they boxed. He was stunned when she reappeared, wearing nothing but black boxing gloves, moving in a slow strut to the ring, banging her fists together.

"Now don't get any ideas, Tom!" 

Ideas were all Tom had.

His face dissolved into lust when he saw Kiki's bare, long legs, between which nestled the soft black hair of her pussy. Being a breast man, Tom's vision went up her flat stomach to her 44 HHH breasts, pink nipples stiff but pert.

I know you want to be knocked out by a naked woman!"

YES! Tom screamed internally, impulsively slugging Kiki, snapping her head sideways. She blinked in surprise

"Come here, you asshole!" Kiki purred and the fight erupted.