Saturday, June 25, 2016

Maria's Rules



Maria was what most men termed "plus size," but her full thighs and tits made her very attractive, especially to the guy standing across the ring. She wasn't upset at Eddie for challenging her to a boxing match simply because he wanted to fuck her. From other men, Maria had learned such opponests were blind to the contradiction of wanting to make love to and box the same woman. The two impulses were one desire for them, so Maria defused the situation by knocking them out cold. The opponents who realized, post KO, that they were "screwed up," Maria spent the night with. But no relationship came of these pairings. Maria wanted another sort of mate.

"Here's my rules, Eddie, so we have no misunderstanding!"
Eddie, medium height, in good shape, average looks, nodded. "Go ahead."
"We're both here because you want to get with me and I'm willing to give you a chance. We clear so far?"
Eddie was disoriented by Maria's directness, but admitted he understood.
"So this will be simple: If you knock me out, we're a couple. But if I put you down, you're back at square one."
The challenger surveyed Maria's biceps. "I can try again if I lose?"
"Sure. As often as you want. I like you. So you're clear about the parameters?"
"Yes!" Eddie enthused.
"Great!"
WHAP!
BAM!
SOCK!
The third punch actually put Eddie to sleep, which made Maria sad. She didn't want such a nice guy to hurt too much.
She gave Eddie a slow ten count, but the felled warrior never stirred after his face down landing.
Planting the same affectionate kiss on Eddie she gave all her victims, Maria collected her stuff and left.



She didn't hear from Eddie for a month, which was longer than she expected. Gossip in the women's locker room at the Amazonia Boxing Club said Eddie had hooked up with a few, twenty something gym bunnies since his defeat.
"Well, are those sluts there for any other reason?" Maria told her friend, Jasmine.
Maria assumed Eddie had given up in search of easier women, until she received a text, asking for a rematch.

This time the bout lasted three rounds. Maria let it go that long and found Eddie was good fighter, if you didn't sucker punch him in the opening seconds of the fight.
But in time...
WHAM!
The lone upper cut lifted Eddie a few inches in the air. Maria was pleased to see his eyes close in mid flight. Maria rolled Eddie on his back. He had a smile on his lips, despite being unconscious. That's more like it, Maria thought. Pulling down the front of his trunks, she gently fingered his erection.
"Just like I expected," she murmured, putting the waistband back in place. "Let's give Eddie a taste to whet his appetite!"

Maria spent the night with Eddie a week later. He described her to his friends as "a powerhouse fuck" and the "best in years," which it was.
Eddie wanted more, but Maria did not reply to cell phone calls, emails or text messages.  Total silence. Eddie was in love and completely cut off.
When he started seeing bouts between Maria and other men, most of them ending with the male carried from the ring, Eddie went from frustrated to angry. He demanded a second date with Maria, but the meeting place would be a boxing ring.

"I've been busy," Maria explained when she finally faced Eddie.
"So I saw." Eddie replied. Maria thought his pissed off tone was just right. "The rules are the same, got it?"
"Got it!"
Eddie was aggressive this time, but not careless. Each round that went by, he maneuvered Maria closer to a corner until the fifth, when he fixed her on a turnbuckle and opened up.
Maria made only a brief defense against Eddie's onslaught. Pain exploded all over her body until she began to slump.
Even though her vision was blurring, Maria felt the barrage of fists diminish and become more precise.
Yes! Now! she implored Eddie, consciousness drifting away. The punches became a song that she followed until darkness took her in a lover's embrace.

Maria awoke to Eddie calling her name desperately. Sitting upright against the ropes where she had fallen after succumbing to the knock out, she smiled at her new lover.


Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Suli





After two years of auditions and bit parts, Kiki's acting career was moving. Commercial directors had taken a liking to her devilish sexuality to sell products as varied as lingerie and sports cars. As a result, Kiki took on Suli as a partner in her session work. The new girl, 32 year old, took up the work instantly. The Asian-American body builder had a personal passion for beating up men, especially potential boyfriends and seized the chance to earn a good living doing it.
Much of the client contact happened at The Amazonia Boxing Club, where Suli met up with Gordy. As with a lot men wired like Gordy, Suli found him to be sweet- natured and intelligent. The clincher for Suli was the way Gordy looked at her breasts - like he wanted to fight a woman and lose.

Emma the Ref was the only person in the ring when Suli and Gordy squared off at the Amazonia. Judging by the aggressive smirk on the woman's face and the longing in Gordy's blue eyes, Emma knew this wasn't going to take much of her time. As she waved the combatants together, Emma marvelled at the different varieties of fore play there were.
"You ready to sleep, Gordy?" asked Suli, who was a few inches taller than Gordy. This provided Gordy the thrill of her sharp brown eyes burning into him.
From the start of Round One, Suli taunted Gordy, keeping away from his punches. Gordy swung fast and wide, as if he were attempting to embrace or cop a feel from Suli, instead of actually fighting.
His dick is out ahead of his brain, Suli thought. In the next round, she went to work in earnest.


At first they were just taps on the face and chest, to get him more worked up than he already was. Then Suli turned up the force behind her fists and saw Gordy falter from the progressive battering.
As the match continued, Suli informed Gordy of what his duties were going to be when he came around.
"After smooching my ass cheeks, which I know you're dying to do!" Suli declared between hammering Gordy's skull. "You're going to give me the best cunny you know how until I tell you to stop!"
The vision of Suli's dark haired pussy made Gordy want the fight over immediately.
Within in a minute, Suli made his desire a reality.
The amazon put one hard punch in Gordy's midsection, leaving him unable to breath. A flash upper cut spun the ring in circles for the male fighter, giving Suli a moment to enjoy his comic stumbling. When her target lurched forward, limbs flying, Suli made sure it was directly into a double body shot. Pain made Gordy groan loudly and blinded him to the left-right combination hurtling at his jaw.
Blackness.
Gordy briefly opened his eyes. He was on his back, arms and legs filled with lead. Emma the Ref was calling out numbers. Suli was yelling,"He's fucking out cold! This pussy is sleeping!"
Gordy knew he'd been knocked out.


He was nearly standing when he woke, being supported by Suli's strong arms. She lead him to his corner and hooked his arms over the top ropes. Random stars still burst in multicolored explosions around his lolling head. Emma the Ref was gone from the ring.
"Eyes on me, Gordy!"
Gordy saw Suli was removing her boxing gloves slowly.  Hands free, she unlaced her boots, then pulled off her top and tight shorts, followed by her panties.  Gordy smiled dreamily. The naked Suli was exactly what he expected: muscular, with big round tits and pussy nested between powerful thighs.
"I'm going to let you kiss it," she promised. "But I have a present for you first."
Gordy watched Suli put her gloves back on and flex her biceps in his face.
"These muscles are going to knock you out in a minute. And not for a cat nap like you just took. When I hit a man like you, they're out for the night!"
She ordered Gordy to kiss her biceps which he did, lovingly.
"Good boy! Lights out, banana dick!"
Hard pain rammed Gordy's skull. He fell limp and senseless across Suli's shoulder.

Potent erotic dreams crowded his sleeping brain - the time he wrestled his ex girlfriend Jasmine, boxing Kerry Washington and making it with a gym bunny named Cathy. Suli informed Gordy later that he creamed himself three times on the ride back to his apartment.

When Gordy recovered from the second knockout, he and Suli fucked. She was his first muscle girl and Gordy gave in without a struggle to her body and personality.



"Come here, Gordy!"
Gordy sat up on his bed, half zonked despite having slept late. Suli opened her overnight bag and removed a right hand, white boxing glove. Gordy's heart raced.
"Our session was great!" she purred, pulling on the glove. "I have to go now...and so do you..."
Suli looked at the glove and then at Gordy with seductive menace. "Come on...get up!"
without realizing it, Gordy was on his feet. Suli kissed her client one last time.
"I'll see you in my dreams, Gordy!"
WHAP!
The uppercut's force flung Gordy on the mattress. After she dressed, Suli kissed the unconscious male, called him an "asshole" and went home.

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Harley Quinn's Further Adventures in Crime Fighting




Harley Quinn was a week recovering from her encounter with professional thief Marcus Apted and his protegee, Paula,  who first black jacked and later punched out Harley during her attempt to arrest the criminal duo.
Gabe, Harley's new boyfriend, came along on the mission. Paula only had to KO him once.
Scarlet Vixen, Harley's mentor in the all female crime fighting organization, Justice Force,  kept faith in the former criminal. After Harley was released from the hospital, Scarlet Vixen ordered her to bring in Apted.

"Nobody's here, Harley, I thought they'd both be home!"
Gabe's observation broke the silence in the spacious pent house apartment, inhabited by Apted and Paula, according to intelligence reports.
"Did they know we were coming?' asked Harley in a whisper.
"Maybe." Gabe responded, searching the well appointed living room. "Do you smell something funny?"
"No, Puddin, I don't."
"I do...reminds me of the dentist office for some reason."
Harley glared at her boyfriend. "You say weird things sometimes."
Gabe thought back to his dental checkup with Dr. Slaughter and his assistant, Carmella, a dark haired beauty who regularly shoved her cleavage in Gabe's face while cleaning his teeth. I wish just once Carmella would give me a quickie in that dental chair, Gabe thought, visualizing the event in detail.
"Ya know, Puddin...I do smell.." Harley was light headed. A honey like scent grew stronger. Gabe couldn't move his legs.
"Harley..I think...we're being...hit..."
Harley sniffed around her. "Knock...out...gas...whadya know...?"
Both crime fighters swayed on their feet, arms dangling, eye lids heavy. Gabe knew he could satisfy Carmella if only he could show her the...
Gabe went off his feet. Harley shifted her blurry vision to her lover.
"Yep, Puddin! You were right!" Harley's eyes closed. "Sure Gabe...of course I'll marry you..."
Harley slept beside Gabe.

"They're both out."
Paula was looking in the middle of three computer monitors located in the panic room of the pent house apartment. "What next?"
Apted joined her. "The gas will dissipate in five minutes. After that, you transport the boyfriend to the drop area. He's of no use to us."
The "drop area" was a second class motel on Route 3 in Seacaucus, N.J. Gabe would wake there in a few hours, far from home.
"And Miss Quinn?" Paula asked when she detected Apted's vision lingering on the ass and thighs of the unconscious woman.
"I'll question her. I think Miss Quinn will be very cooperative when she finds out we've relocated her paramour."
"And we sell all the information she gives us about Justice Force to the Sisterhood of Evil?" asked Paula, remembering the bottom line.
"For an obscene amount of money!"
Paula knew that, by tomorrow, they would be a few million dollars richer. Marcus' earning power was
one of the main things she loved about him. But she was suspicious of what interrogation methods Marcus planned to use on Harley Quinn. Looking at Gabe on the monitor, she thought he was very cute. She had information retrieval methods of her own.



Gabe woke in a small, neat, sun filled motel room that looked out on a very busy Route 3.  "Harley?" he asked, looking around, until he saw Paula standing next to the bed, wearing only her black lingerie. "Where's Harley?"
"She's perfectly safe and sound, don't worry. She will join us soon."
"Safe with Marcus Apted! She is not safe with the man she's supposed to arrest!"
Paula bent with one knee onto the mattress and climbed on top of Gabe. "Why don't we relax?"
"Relax? I love Harley!"
"And I love Marcus..."Paula grinned as she inventoried her thoughts. "...mostly. You know Gabe, since I clobbered you during our first encounter..."
"That was you?"
"Yep...I've wanted to get with you. I wondered about your...kick...stand!"
Their eyes were now locked together.
"Kick stand!?" asked Gabe, whose panting was just audible.
"Yeah." The pair fell into a kiss. "Gabe, start with my garters..slowly..."


Harley Quinn was dizzy for a few minutes after the KO gas wore off. When she attempted to sit up on the bed where Apted had placed her, Harley fell back.
"Just relax."
The voice sounded caring. Harley looked up at Marcus Apted and frowned in sour disappointment. "I'm really starting to not like you, Marcus Apted!"
"That's a shame. I am liking you more and more Harley." He pulled a chair to Harley's side of the bed. "You're probably wondering why I'm still here?"
"No!" answered Harley emphatically and turned her back to Apted.
"Please Harley, don't be like this."
"And NEVER call me Harley!"
"Why not? We're friends here. No one, neither you nor your pet boy Gabe, is going to get hurt."
 Harley rolled back to Apted. "Last time you KOed me twice! I was laid up for a week!"
"I am sorry, truly I am. Paula gets very jealous, thinks I have feelings for you."
The crime fighter's eyes softened.  "She does...do you..?"
"You're a beautiful woman, Miss Quinn. I would have to be blind not to see that. I think you are a very special woman."
"Call me Harley..."
"Of course. I can see the real Harley, the girl no one ever really understood."
Harley quavered before responding and Apted swept her into a long kiss. In their embrace, Harley surrendered to him.
Apted soundlessly pulled down the zipper on the back of Harley's multicolored body suit and removed the fools cap. When he started to take off her eye mask, Harley shouted "No! Not the mask!"
Apted decided  sex with a masked woman might be fun and kissed Harley again.


Gabe was completely spent after three hours with Paula.
She had tell him twice to get dressed before Marcus arrived.
After they cleaned up, Gabe took Paula in his arms. "Let's pick up where we left off!"
"Wait, Gabe, is that your wallet on the floor?"
"Where?" Gabe searched the area at their feet, while Paula removed a small cell phone from her pocket. She held it just a few inches from Gabe's face and pressed SEND. A stream of pink gas exploded in Gabe's face.
Gabe relaxed and was heavily asleep in Paula's arms. Paula kissed his forehead and let him drop to the bed.


Marcus Apted uncorked a bottle of champagne, picked up two glasses, and brought them to Harley, who sat up on the bed, arms crossed, sulky and unresponsive.
"Let's toast what has been a wonderful afternoon!" Apted suggested, offering her a half filled glass. Harley made no effort to accept it.
The afternoon had worked out exactly as he had planned. Apted had no real plans to interrogate his captive, only seduce her into fucking him. The payment for the information gained for The Sisterhood of Evil was in fact for a art forgery Apted had executed without Paula's knowledge.
Harley hesitated to betray the trust of the man she loved, but Apted was so sympathetic and charming that Harley quickly went under his masculine spell.
Now she was frowning at a glass of Mercier 1997.
"You were the happiest blond on Earth an hour ago! What happened?"
Firing at Marcus her best "What, are you stupid?" glare, Harley said "I cheated on Gabe!"
"Yes, that's right. You'll want some of this." Marcus waved the champagne in her direction.
More sulking.
"You weren't very guilt ridden two hours ago," Marcus noted, setting down the glass.
"Fuck you!"
Marcus abruptly stifled the response "When you're ready!"  and worked on a solution.
"I'm sorry, Harley, for being so insensitive. Clearly my out of control desire made me disregard what you and Gabe have."
"Damn right! I have the guilt. I get a good man in my life and I betray him!"
Apted grunted, aware of how much Harley felt for Gabe. Like I put a gun to her head, he thought.
"Stay here Harley, I'll be right back."

"What's that?" Harley asked, panic in her voice.
"This epi pin holds the correct dose of an anterograde amnesia drug that will..."
"You're trying to roofie me!"
Apted sighed to control his temper.
"...that will erase your memory of what we did for the last three hours, without damaging any other of your mental faculties."
"Don't you understand, Apted? I've been trying to change and be good, and do good to those who love me...and Gabe loves me!"
Harley went on explaining what a horrible mistake she had made as she got into her body suit. Apted recognized the authentic remorse in her voice. When Harley bent over to pick up her jester headgear, Apted admired her ass one last time and jabbed the epi pin into her left buttock.
Harley yelled sharply and turned to Apted. "Why did you do that! You jerk! I don't want to..."
Harley's eyes glazed over and she wobbled on her feet. Apted took her in his arms and shifted her gently to the bed.
"Listen to me Harley! Are you?"
Harley felt like she was in flight even as her eyes began to close. She nodded as strongly as she could.
"You will not remember the last three hours. All you will recall is being gassed out with Gabe at your side. Do you understand?"
"Oh...kay..."
Harley went out, slumped against Marcus Apted, who slipped her cowl back on.
 

"The deposit just arrived in the off shore account," said Paula, looking up from the display on her tablet. "Five million dollars."
"Excellent," Apted responded. "I knew Miss Quinn would provide."
"How did you get her to talk?"
"A quick shot made everything better. I assume Gabe hadn't much to say."
Paula nodded her head. "Not much talking here."
Apted grinned to himself and took out a small cell phone.
"Hello...911?..There's a couple in room 69 of the No Tell Motel on Route 3, they appear to be unconscious..no I don't know who they are...good.."Apted provided the exact address and Paula went out to start the car. "They seem okay..breathing is fine..I think they're drunk..no I can't wait here...no I have no name.."
Apted reconfirmed the address, said good bye and hurled the cell phone across the parking lot and onto the highway.
"Let's get dinner." he suggested to Paula. They raced down the highway to the sound of sirens approaching from the opposite direction.