Tuesday, April 16, 2019

The Jag




Atomic Girl was always an early riser, unlike Warren, who enjoyed sleeping in. Especially after spending the night with his new girlfriend. Atomic Girl was happy with a man for the first time in a long while.
She contemplated that fact as she showered and put on her outfit for the assignment she'd received the previous evening. As a senior agent with Justice Force, the female-lead crime fighting organization,
Atomic Girl (real name Cassandra Morel) was given important jobs like bringing in escaped super criminals such as The Jag, aka Lucas Mace.
"We have intel that Mace is in vicinity, preparing for a new heist," said Scarlet Vixen, Atomic Girl's direct supervisor. "I need you to bring him in before he can execute his plans."
Atomic Girl shuddered imperceptibly. That was a name she wasn't expecting to hear so soon.
"I have texted you the location of his hideout," Scarlet Vixen continued, unaware of the shock she just administered to one of her best operatives.
Two years ago, Atomic Girl had an unauthorized sexual affair with The Jag. From his beginnings as a forger, thief and counterfeiter, The Jag had moved into the illegal acquisition and resale of high end automobiles, especially Jaguars which got him his nickname. Atomic Girl was tasked with ending his operations.
Her first encounter with the darkly handsome, sophisticated super criminal ended with the pair making rapturous love in The Jag's penthouse For five months, the mismatched couple carried on a secret relationship, while Atomic Girl delayed arresting her new bed partner. Finally, the bite of  conscience was too harsh and she turned The Jag over to the authorities. He was sentenced to considerable time in jail.
Now The Jag was free.



The warehouse where The Jag reported to be was empty. Atomic Girl explored it carefully and found no evidence of habitation until she entered what used to be an office. An envelope, addressed to her, was propped up on a table. Inside the card was inscribed "Sweet dreams, my precious one!"
Lucas! was Atomic Girl's immediate thought. That was what he'd say to me when I'd fall asleep in his arms!
WHACK!
A neck chop, brutal and sudden, sent Atomic Girl staggering. A pair of strong, welcoming arms caught the crime fighter as she toppled.
Luuuu...caass...?" Atomic Girl sighed as darkness slipped into her eyes. Two more groans escaped her lips. Another strike to her neck finished her. The pain subsided and her body relaxed. Atomic Girl heard a female voice sneer, "Good girls are so stupid!" as she went into complete slumber.

Atomic Girl recovered slowly. When her vision finally cleared, The Jag stood before her.
"Cassie!? Cassie! Can you hear me?"
His voice, deep and strong, stirred inside Atomic Girl.
"Wha...wa...happened...?" the crime fighter muttered.
"The Jag clobbered you!" It was the same female voice Atomic Girl heard before she went under. "Just like you deserved!"
"None of that, Cat Girl, my love!" scolded The Jag, still looking into his former lover's eyes. "I apologize for this trap, Cassie, but we have unfinished business."
Lifting her hands to massage her sore neck, Atomic Girl discovered she was not only wearing red boxing gloves, but dressed in matching boxing gear. All three of them were in a boxing ring.
"Hey! Who the hell changed me out of my body suit?!"
"It was me," confessed The Jag. "I still can't completely trust Cat Girl around a vulnerable, unconscious female."
Cat Girl stepped out from behind The Jag and blew Atomic Girl an unwanted kiss.


"I really felt strongly about you, Cassie," The Jag continued. "And you betrayed and abandoned me over a rule book."
Atomic Girl glanced at Cat Girl, who stood smugly beside The Jag, fist on her hips. "You seem to have made out all right!"
Cat Girl let out a curt laugh. "Nothing would make me happier than to watch you get beat up!"
"And you, will my love!" The Jag looked intently at Atomic Girl. "Let's go, we have to settle matters!"
 "Fine!" Atomic Girl answered, standing up.
Anger drove Atomic Girl to engage with The Jag - anger at walking into an ambush, anger that Lucas and his bitch KOed her, and anger that he was sleeping with a tramp like Cat Girl.
"It's nap time, sweetheart!" declared The Jag, turning back to his corner, where Cat Girl tied on his boxing gloves.
"Fight!" she called out when he was ready.

The former lovers circled each other, aware of each others physical capabilities. Despite his lean body, The Jag hit hard and with precision. Attacking too soon would be a serious error, Atomic Girl knew. And they hesitated because they wanted to see each other before one of them went to the canvas, bruised and unconscious.
The Jag connected first, a right to Atomic Girl's head, which smarted. That received a sly look appreciation from his opponent and they both let their fists fly.



The male fighter asserted himself quickly, attacking where he knew Atomic Girl was weakest. She felt him targeting her midsection, trying to wear her down, saving the head shots for the knock out punch. Atomic Girl blocked and countered as her training and experience had taught her.
The Jag barely acknowledged the impact of Atomic Girl's fists, but she knew the longer they fought each other the hornier Lucas would become.
"Thinking of other things, Lucas?!" taunted Atomic Girl. "Be careful or I might put you out!"
The Jag's body suddenly came at her, arms swinging. One of his fists collided with her head and the lights went off. She knew she had been knocked out, so Atomic Girl settled into the warm sensation of falling through darkness.

For the few minutes Atomic Girl was out cold, she dreamt of Warren. There was something so strong and reassuring in this man she loved. It was the same quality that drew her to The Jag so long ago.
"Hey!...What's going on..." Atomic Girl groaned as she reentered the conscious world.
"My man knocked you out!" Cat Girl hissed as she untied The Jag's gloves.Atomic Girl forced herself to sit up.
"We're not finished here!" she said moving across the ring.
"We are finished here, Cassie!" The Jag said, turning to Atomic Girl. "My purpose was to humiliate you and I have. If you want to bring me to justice, just try it! But remember it was the man who knew you so well that laid you out!"
Atomic Girl spun The Jag around by his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. Their furious kiss lasted a minute. "Good night, asshole!" she spat and slugged The Jag dead on his jaw.
Instantly, his eyes snapped shut and went to the canvas unconscious.
"Now for you!" Atomic Girl exclaimed as she stepped over The Jag.
Cat Girl began a paniced retreat. "Now wait a second, none of this is my idea!"
Cat Girl quickly ran out of space and knew what the good girl was about to unleash. "You're getting upset over nothing!"
Cat Girl bumped against the ropes.
"Hey, what's one tiny knockout between us girls?"
"You're about to find out!" Atomic Girl said.
WHAM!
The punch spun Cat Girl in a half circle. She smiled at the glimmering lights exploding around her and landed next to The Jag. Atomic Girl glanced at The Jag and wanted him again. Then she thought about Warren at home and left her tormentors sprawled on the canvas.


Monday, April 1, 2019

Taken by Josee








I get off on boxing female body builders because I hope to heaven I'll get laid. Sometimes I have. Occasionally, I'll come around in the recovery room of the Amazonia Boxing Club and see The Look in my former opponent's eyes. You know it. The "Eager Predator" gleam that says: "We need to fuck now!"
Of course gloving up with a woman built like Josee, you can expect to be knocked out cold. She was a well developed girl in her late 20s, I guess, who had been boxing since she was eight years old and body building since fifteen.
I assume she heard about me from other women at the Amazonia, since she issued the challenge for a private, KOs only match, instead of the other way around. The emphasis Josee placed on "private" really got me stoked.

Josee stalked me in the ring from the start, pounding me whenever she felt the urge.
"I'm not KOing you yet!" she told me with a smile that illuminated her face. "I want you to have a chance to look me over. Give you something to dream about!"
I had looked her over  from the second Josee stepped through the ropes.







She had a slender waist that contrasted perfectly with her muscular thighs. Josee seemed to be looking into your soul with sharp brown eyes, that never revealed the conclusions she had come to. Her fists rested tentatively at her sides, ready to test how good a fighter an opponent was.
"I heard all about you  in the women's locker room!" Josee informed me as we exchanged punches. She was hitting me harder then in round one.
"Yeah?"
"The girls have a bunch of names for you."
WHAP! BAP!
Those red gloves hammered my face like pistons. "Dolomite, for one!"
BAM! SOCK!
I was dizzy from left-right combination Josee followed up with.
"Captain Marble!" she chuckled.
BAM! BAM!
Josee landed a body shot that took the wind from me and a right to my chin that put me in a daze.
"Mr. Five Hour Fuck!"
WHAM!
"And my favorite, 'Honey Stick' !"
POW!
That punch exploded on my jaw. Then I felt myself bounce off the ropes. I sank to the canvas, already slipping away to Dreamland.







Josee's lips pressed against mine. Her kiss was loving and seemed to last forever. I was barely aware that Josee's gloves batted the erection that made a tent in the front of my trunks.
"Oh, yeah! You're mine, boy!" I heard as I fell sideways into sleep.



When I emerged from blackness, I saw Josee's eyes probing me.
"Come on, wake up, Mr. Hammer Cock!" she whispered, coyly.
I was slumped in the folding chair in my corner, back resting on the turnbuckle. Groggy as I was, one thing was clear: the "Eager-Predator" look radiated from Josee's eyes.
Josee stood and began working down the black satin trunks she'd worn for the match, revealing the demure red panties that quickly fell to her ankles. Slowly stepping out the small pile of clothing, she abruptly kicked them across the ring.
I thought Josee wanted cunny. I would have dove in, face first, literally, if she hadn't turned around and bent over.
I was speechless.
Josee's fine, toned ass was a few inches from my face.
"Go ahead!" she told me loudly. "If you want some, you got to kiss some!"
I held back a moment and then my lips smacked her buttocks. When I felt the well developed gluts beneath the smooth brown skin I was powerfully aroused. I pressed the side of my face against her buttocks between smooches.
"That's right!...You know it!" Josee praised me. "Don't stop till I tell you to. Because when you're done back there, I'm gonna KNOCK...YOU...OUT!"
Finally, after five minutes of my adoration, Josee ordered me to my feet. "Monique was so right about you, you love muscle girls!"
The beautiful, half naked amazon slipped her right hand into a boxing glove.
"Like I promised, you're about to go out...and for a long while!" Josee cocked her arm back behind her waist. "You ready, pussy worshiper?"
WHAP!
The sound of leather smacking my chin echoed around the ring. I saw blackness and fell in love with Josee.








I awoke from the second knock out of the day in Josee's bedroom. She told me I'd slept through the thirty minute ride to her house.
"Look what I have for you!" asked Josee, gleefully.
I realized we were both naked just as Josee held up her iPhone and touched the screen. I suddenly saw my new lover and I boxing from more than an hour ago. Josee had secretly recorded everything!
I watched Josee kiss me after she knocked me out the first time. I gently fell forward when she slugged me the second time. Josee expertly went to one knee and I landed over her shoulder. Smiling into the camera, she carried me from the ring, a triumphant amazon.
Setting the cell phone aside, Josee mounted me.
"From now on, if you need any encouragement," she informed me. "I'll just show you that!"
My cock penetrated her effortlessly. "Not that you ever will...!"