The Bedroom Knockout

Sam and Cathy were gloving up in their hotel room. Stripped down to black lace underwear, Cathy wore black boxing gloves. Sam thought she was perfect, just what he wanted and expected her to look like when the pair finnally had a private match.
"You feeling good, Sam?" she asked, fixing her bedroom eyes on him. "I know you've been waiting awhile for this."
Sam admitted Cathy was right. At the last beach party for the members of the Amazonia Boxing Club, he and Cathy got drunk and made out behind some dunes. She allowed Sam to finger fuck her numerous times before abruptly walking away from him.
Since then Cathy had lost a  series of mixed boxing matches. The bad streak ended when she knocked Sam's friend Dan unconscious. Encouraged by that victory, Cathy leveled three more male fighters.
Sam had witnessed the bout with Dan, who had to be carried, limp and throughly bruised, from the ring. Sam was shocked by the brutality of the skinny girl.
Cathy was lose limbed, with full tear drop breasts and toned thighs. Her straight, shoulder length black hair put Sam in mind of Betty Page, minus Page's enticing smile. When Cathy wanted to express pleasure, her liquid brown eyes focused like a vixen's as she prepared to pounce on a victim.
"You're gonna go to sleep, Cath!" answered Sam, grinning as he batted his gloves together. He gave the hotel room a look over one more time. All the sharp edged furniture had been removed or covered, leaving only a chest of drawers, a chair and the king-sized bed the couple stood beside.
"Ready?"
"Fuck yeah!" Cathy replied, raising her fists. Perfect! Sam thought.
His right glided between the gap between Cathy's elbows, slamming into her solar plexus. Sharp, clear agony burst inside Cathy. The girl twisted forward, gasping for air, her eyes as wide as saucers.
Sam moved in one step, launching a right upper cut from the hip that lifted Cathy clean off the carpet. Arms and legs spread eagle, Cathy yelped out "OOOFFF!!"
As her body arced over the bed, Cathy slipped into deep slumber and she bounced softly when she landed. Sprawled on her back, limbs scattered randomly, Cathy's head nodded gently from side to side as she moaned. For a moment, her glassy eyes seemed to focus on Sam and then they closed. The girl boxer's head tilted to the right and she was in a profound knockout.
Sam removed his gloves and thumbed Cathy's eyelids.
"Hard boiled eggs!" he muttered with satisfaction. "You're in dreamland, honey pot!"
With the digital camera he'd concealed in the gym bag he brought to the hotel, Sam recorded Cathy's defeat.
"You just had to challenge me," he taunted the unconscious girl. "Now you know what happens!"
Stashing the camera, Sam took off Cathy's boxing gloves and lifted her legs, shifting them to the end of the bed. He was happy her thighs and arms still had their firm smoothness. when he settled Cathy's head on the pillows, he stepped back and contemplated the thin strings that secured her panties to her slim hips.
No, he decided and pulled the blanket up to the girls chin.
In the small bathroom, Sam filled a plastic up with cold water and took a bottle of aspirin from the drawer under the sink. Setting the items on the night stand by the bed, Sam went to the ice machine down the hallway and filled a small refrigerator bag.
When he returned to the room, Sam saw a lartge smile on Cathy's lips. He assumed his punch stimulated a dream. He put the plastic bag of ice in the small frig and pulled a chair next to Cathy's head. Sam leaned over and kissed her.

Cathy came back to consciousness ten minutes later. Groaning softly, she tried to sit up.
"No Cath, not yet," Sam advised, pressing her shoulder back down on the mattress. Senses still congealing, Cathy glared up at Sam. "I was supposed to knock you out...!"
"But instead I sent you to dreamland. How does it feel?"
Cathy felt contented and relaxed. Fragments of the dream she's had while out cold seeped back to her.
She was swimming under water in a big, warm pool that was bathed in blue light. A man took Cathy in his powerful arms and made love to her. The lover kept changing from Marc, her live in boyfriend, to Sam to a number of ther men she had or wanted to sleep with. Cathy could never be certain if she was ravished by one lover at a time or all the men at once.
After she gulped down the water and the medication, Cathy pressed the ice pack Sam handed her to her jaw.
"That was  a perfect punch, Sam..." Cathy confessed, finally.
"Thanks, Cath."
There was a silence and Cathy spoke again. "Does this place have a pool?"
"Sure does." Sam said.

The Three Women - Part Two

Consuelo Montoya pictured Rob flat on the canvas even before Rob imagined her flat on her back on his bed. That was an accomplishment since the vision of Consuelo, naked and pleading with Rob to fuck her, snapped into his mind instantly.
Consuelo also thought about sex, but her first desire whenever she saw an attractive male was to punch him out in the ring. A few days earlier, Rob had been knocked out by Tina Davison after they had a fling. Regaining consciousness on the canvas alone, exposed cock still dripping cum, Rob was abruptly out of love with Tina. Now Consuelo's dark features and mighty ass got him fired up. She's definitely the one! Rob convinced himself.
The pair talked for awhile, the brunette suggesting a bout.
"You sure, sweetheart? I might do you some damage!"
Consuelo let out a short, pleased laugh. She saw her new partner's eyes probing her chest.
"Not in the ring you wouldn't! You'll be lucky you don't come around in the ICU, amante!" Consuelo fired back, wanting to slug Rob right there. But she held back. Let the desire build and the results will be incredible, she decided.
They kissed before Consuelo walked away. She whispered slowly in Rob's ear: "I'm going to fuck you up and then knock you out!"
and violently shoved him aside.

The fight was on a Friday evening at the Amazonia Boxing Club because that was what Consuelo wanted. She planned to beat Rob up, then put him to sleep and then fuck him all weekend. Leave him Monday morning with a black eye to remember me by, Consuelo thought as Rob entered the ring.
"Ven aqui!" she ordered with genuine affection. Rob understood perfectly: Spanish spoken by a woman stoked Rob massively. Grabbing Rob as he walked toward her, Consuelo planted a long kiss on his lips. "That's your beso buenas noches, amante!"
"Thanks!" Rob said, catching his breath and raising his fists.
Consuelo preceeded to work him over. Pushing by his paltry defenses, she concentrated on body blows. At intervals she'd ask Rob if he wanted to kiss her ass or suck on her tits, knowing full well the answer was "Yes!" When Rob tried to answer, a right or a left would punish his head.
By round three, Consuelo was moving up and down between his midsection and jaw and weak chin. It will happen, she reminded herself. Hang on!
It was harder for Rob to stand or keep his fists up. He could feel the knockout coming on the horizon and accepted it. Maybe he had another round before all that female strength was perfectly concentrated and Rob would experience a profound knockout.

"Okay mi amante, let us look you over!" Consuelo had let up on her beating and steadied Rob by his shoulders. His glassy eyes opened and closed and he made faint swipes with his fists at where he guessed Consuelo was standing. Rob knew Consuelo's ample hips and thighs would be the perfect place for his face to land when she finished him off, an event his dizzy brain expected momentarily.
Consuelo stepped back, her heart pounding in her chest. Kissing her right boxing glove, she pulled her fist below her waist. "Pleasant dreams, Rob!"
BAM!!!
Rob jerked from the canvas a few inches, letting out an agonized "OOOOHH!" and smacked the canvas loudly.
Seeing her male opponent unconscious, Consuelo felt a hot tide rise from the base of her body and she began to shake and groan with pleasure. She dropped back against the ropes, holding tight as the orgasm blasted through her. Exhausted, Consuelo sank to the canvass, sated and smiling at Rob.

When he woke, Rob was still on the canvas. Consuelo was straddling him, sitting on his legs.
"No, Rob, not yet!"
Consuelo took of her top and Rob felt groggy pleasure at her big tits.
She grabbed Rob by the back of his head and yanked him upward, burying his face in her cleavage.
"Vaya al sueneo!" Rob heard as the smooth flesh of Consuelo's tits sealed his nose and mouth shut. "Dormir como un bendito...un bendito!"
Sleep seeped back into Rob's body and he gave up trying to breath. Slowly his arms went limp and warm blackness swallowed him whole.

They spent the weekend fucking in Rob's apartment. When Consuelo left Sunday night, she gave Rob a well deserved good bye kiss, followed by an equally loving left hook. He woke an hour later with a deep purple bruise under his right eye.

The Three Women - Part One

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Christina the Finish

The week after our first match, I knocked out Christina again. Our match would have over then. Christina was going to sleep right through Emma the Ref's ten count, but the bell saved her. Limp as a rag doll, she got carried back to her corner where the seconds, Desiree and Miki, revived her. Eventually.
Christina had promised to lay me out in front of the Amazonia Boxing Club's entire membership and there she was: still dazed and confused, grinning like an idiot into space. I just had to apply the left right combination that put her down just a little harder...

When the bell clanged for round five, Christina came out looking pretty angry. Fine with me short stuff, I thought, you are cute pissed off.
Christina shifted to the defensive this round, concentrating on blocking my punches, keeping a determined stare on me.
"You seeing anyone?" she asked between jabs at my face and chest.
"No one in a while." I responded, poping a hard left on Christina's face.
"That's too bad!" Christina barely registered the hit she took. "I hoped there would be someone to pick the pieces of you up once I'm finished."
"Me, too! Have any possibilities?"
"I wouldn't touch you with a..."
BAP!!
I uppercuted Christina as soon as she partially lowered her gloves to rag on me. As she staggered, Christina's arms fell to her side and simply dangled. I softened her midsection with a few combinations before my right hook put her on the canvas.
Christina didn't sleep this time. Instead, she sat on her ass, legs open in a wide, suggestive  "V."
I just can't get this right!, I grumbled to myself as Emma the Ref began the count. Christina had shaken her head clear by "Five" and was standing at "Eight." I could tell she was still focusing her vision, but the determined stare was refixed on me.
"Hey, Chris!"
"What?"
We were moving in deliberate semi circles around each other, but not swinging. It felt like both of us were waiting.
"I have a deal..you interested?"
"Sure!" I answered.
"If I knock you out by the end of this round, you'll go out with me?"
"I'll do it even if you don't!" I answered. "I'll pick you up when you're released from the hospital!"
And with that smart remark I broke my own rule of boxing a smaller woman: be wary of them.
BAM!!

I've been put out cold by women before this match. But they were always the Amazon type, with the height and weight advantage.
Christina put all her strength into that one shot to my jaw.
I was out cold, sound asleep for ten minutes. Emma the Ref told me I had a raging woody while she counted me out, cheered on by every woman at ringside.
When I was finally awake, I could not tell you my name or Emma's or the one attached to the girl who floored me. Christina reminded me of all that over dinner a few nights later, while providing a full rundown of my KO defeat. I couldn't let a girl like her slip away! 

Lynn and Will

I love mixed boxing. And while I like winning, especially by a knock out, there's something appealing about getting punched out by a female boxer! A lot of times I've gotten laid by the very woman who put me asleep on the canvas. A lot of females get aroused by beating a man senseless.
Lynn was certainly wired that way. One time she called me late on a Thursday, asking me to her place, explaining she'd just knocked some guy cold as a glacier in the ring, but didn't like the asshole at all.
"I need some company," she urged me.
So did I.
Lynn was a light skinned Latina, with long legs and a full ass that never knew when to quit. She had just cracked forty and was actually hitting her stride as a fighter and, as I learned that night, as a lover. Lynn let go when I arrived with furious, all night sex.
"Thanks a lot, sweetie," said Lynn, cuddling next to me in her bed. "I really, really needed that!"
"Sure. What the hell happened?" I asked, kissing her forehead.
"I settled matters with that asshole Marc and his two sluts."
In five of her six matches with Marc, Lynn beat him unconscious. I mean totaled him. No one anticipated the results of their sixth fight: Lynn koed cold at Marc's feet.
"What did you do to them?"
Lynn's eyes twinkled  with pride. "First I took out the Tramp Stamp Twins Paula and Cathy!"
Lynn threw two punches in the air as if both Marc's girls were right in front of her. "Then I seperated your buddy Marc from his senses!"
The gym gossip speculated that Paula and Cathy had loaded Marc's gloves with sand for the sixth bout, ensuring Lynn's defeat. Knowing that trio, I wouldn't be surprised if the rumor was a fact.
"But thanks for helping me out, Will..."
"My pleasure, Lynn, you know that."
Looking at me for a moment, Lynn gave me a  long kiss. "You know, Will, I'd really like to fuck you up in the ring!"
"What?!"
"Yeah, me and you get the ring by ourselves and I beat you up!"
"Are you for real?!"
She seemed confused that I was questioning her. "Of course I am! I'll end it all, after I've worn you down, by knocking you out!"
"Lynn...I don't...I think I'd end up injuring you..."
"No you won't!" she blurted in the outraged tones of girl. "I expect you to fight me as best you can, I expect you to earn it!"
What the hell, I decided. Maybe she'll fuck me again. "Whatever you want, Lynn."

A friend told me that once you give women dick, they go crazy.
I felt certain Lynn was crazy. It was obvious to me she needed to beat up a potential male lover to get excited. By the next day I was second guessing my own choice, wondering if I was out of my mind, too. I'd watched six mixed matches involving Lynn and all her opponents, every one a male, had to be helped or carried out of the ring. And I let myself be seduced into joining them because I couldn't ignore the spark in her eyes? The day before the match I noticed I was not concerned  about losing. All I could think about was Lynn's body.
Lynn slipped in between the ropes, wearing a skimpy, white top that revealed the lower crescent of her breasts. Her lose, red foxy boxing trunks gave me a great leg show. Lynn knew what she was doing.
"You ready to get fucked up, Will?!"
Lynn raised her gloves to chin level. I responed with raised fists.We touched gloves and started in.
From Lynn's previous fights, I learned to keep your distance. I wanted to give her someone to chase and wait for her to either get tired, make a mistake or both.
"You're excited, aren't you! I know I am!" Lynn taunted, dodging my punches."You're all excited to get knocked...stiff!"
I stepped in, hammering her stomach, followed by a straight slug to the face. She landed on her backside, eyes and lips clinched in pain.
"Jerk!" she spat angrily, rubbing her gloved hand where I'd smacked her jaw.
"Stay down, Lynn, or I'll just do it again!" I told her. "One...two...three...."
Lynn was quickly on her feet and moving around me. Now she was more than angry, she was determined.

In the two rounds that followed, I deflected the attacks as best I could. Her fists pounded all over me and when she saw me starting to fade, Lynn crowded me. I loved her body pressed against mine, even if it meant taking a serious beating.
In round four, Lynn forced me onto the ropes and went for the kill. Like a surgeon, her punches became deliberate and methodical and effective. My vision was blurring untill all I saw was Lynn's smile and her gloves snapping at my face.
I don't remember when, but the lights went out. I remained standing for a minute, long enough to hear her whisper "Sweet dreams, chump!" followed by a momentary explosion that sent me to the canvas.

I slept for ten minutes. Lynn's happy face was the first thing I saw when the lights came back on. My head was resting in her lap.
"Ahhhhhh...now you are back for sure!"
Lynn pressed her lips to mine while craddling my head in her arms.

Lady Gwen - The Conclusion

Ethan woke up slowly, head still thick with sleep. Jane Van Walder, better known as Cat Girl to the general public, was standing over him, leather gloved fists on her hips, a feline smile on her face. Her tits are still great, Ethan thought as his head cleared.
"Wherrr....?"
"Whare are you?" Cat Girl asked.
"Where...is.. Gwen?"
"Right here with us." When Cat Girl stepped aside, Ethan had a clear view of Gwen sprawled on the leather sofa near the wall safe.
"Jane...did you...?"
Ethan tried to move, felt dizzy and sat back down.
"You bet, Ethan!" Cat Girl smacked a tightly clinched right fist into her left palm. "A few shots to Gwen's glass jaw and POW! Your little butterball was out cold!"
"Why didn't you gas her?"
"Because I wanted Gwen to feel pain. I always figured you two would make a team, she popping you cookies, too?"
"Fuck you!"
From his watch, Ethan could tell he'd been asleep for thirty minutes. More than enough time for Cat Girl and Gwen to duke it out and for Gwen to lose. "What are you doing here?"
Cat Girl grimmaced playfully. "I was going to ask you the same question. I tried getting that information from blondie and she took a swing at me!"
"We're here to rob the place?"
 "Yeah?" Cat Girl's face twisted in mock surprise. "Me, too! I've been setting this up for a month. I go in and find you two amatuers here!"
"We didn't know." answered Ethan. "We thought you'd left the country after the Sisterhood of Evil was destroyed."
 Ethan and Gwen began their romance while employed by the female crimminal network known as the Sisterhood of Evil; Gwen in the Seduction and Theft department and Ethan in accounts receviable.
Before finding his true love, ethan had messed around with Cat Girl. The relationship was stacked toward Cat Girl's dominance. When she wasn't fucking Ethan stupid, she was putting him in the same condition with her fists.
"I come and go when I need to, Ethan," Cat Girl answered, striding lazily behind the couch as moans began emitting from Lady Gwen. Slowly the blond regained her senses and sat up, looking at Ethan questioningly.
"Ethan...honey..what happened?  Are you still taking me to the prom...?"
Cat Girl let out a short laugh as she reached into the utility belt on her waist. Before Ethan could move, Cat Girl saped the back of Lady Gwen's head with cruel pleasure. Gwen went stiff and wide eyed. A dreamy smile drifted across her face.
"I love you...Ethan..."
Lady Gwen landed sideways on the couch, out cold.
"Fucking bitch!" Ethan yelled as he jumped at Cat Girl, only to be halted in his tracks by the barrel of Cat Girl's pistol.
"Don't be stupid, Ethan," advised Cat Girl, pulling back the hammer with her thumb. "It's just a tap. I don't want to hurt Gwen...much.
When Ethan backed off, Cat Girl holstered the gun. "Now Ethan, I'm afraid I have to knock you out,too!" Cat Girl removed a small cell phone from her pocket. "In memory of how happy you made me in bed, I'll use gas. I don't want you to have a headache when the police wake you up!"
Ethan grabed her writst before Cat Girl could hit "Send" to unleash a jet of KO gas. The pair struggled to point the device in the other's face until Lady Gwen, woke and sat up again, dopily saying "Ethan...you know...how to ..kiss a girl....!'
Cat Girl forced the device from her face, hitting the send button. A cloud of pink smoke engulfed Lady Gwen's face. Gwen sighed "Night-night!" and dropped off to sleep again.
Ethan slugged Cat Girl on the chin as hard as he could. The villianess staggered and dropped the cell phone. As she fell forward, eyes closed, Ethan caught her over his shoulder and deposited his former lover by the open safe.
"Why is every woman in my life crazy as hell!?" he commented. He saw plainly that Gwen was going to be out of it for awhile, so he didn't bother trying to wake her. He grabbed the bag of loot with one hand and hoisted the unconscious girl over his shoulder. Laying Gwen down in the back seat of his car, Ethan sped off, excited to get home. 

Christina Part One

Be wary of skinny girls and short girls who box. Skinny chicks move fast, usually faster than you. Short ones fight harder than a male opponent would expect. Underestimate them both and you'll wind up on the canvas.

Don't misunderstand me. I've beaten a few pint-sized cuties. They can get over excited and make errors. Desiree is a perfect example. Short, strong and good looking, she went at me like a fury. I've always liked Dez, so I was a gentleman about putting her lights out. Dez was riled up during our bout because we were both involved with the same woman. In round four, I ducked her roundhouse and hammered on a one-two to her jaw. Dez was out cold for two minutes.

At five-four Christina was not only the kind of woman I wanted to fuck, but also demolish completely in the ring. She had long, silky black hair and the violent eyes of a woman who craved a fight. I figured it would be fun to pick an arguement with her.
"Hey shortie!" I shouted, walking to Christina as she talked to Emma the Ref. Christina shot me the "Who the hell is this?!" glare. Emma didn't look pleased to see me, either. She knew what I had planned. "I heard short women boxers are good for one thing and that doesn't happen in the ring!"
"Emma, who is this prick?"
"Christina, met Chris. My least favorite tactless asshole..."
"Have a problem with women fighters?!" demanded Christina, loudly.
"No, they are great punching bags!"
"That so?"
"Every woman I've ever boxed woke up on the canvas. That's right, Emma?"
Emma pulled on Christina's shoulder. "Time to go now, Chrissy!"
"Protecting her like a mother hen, Emma?"
The short boxer jerked out of Emma's clasp. "You want a fight? Just say so!"
"No, Chrissy, he's just provoking you!" Emma said.
"I'll fight you any time!" Christina was directly in my face. Or as close as she could be by stretching on her toes. "But I might be too much..."
WHAP!
My sudden right cross folded Christina like a rag doll. "...wo...man..fooo...u..."
Emma scooped Christina up before she struck the hard wood floor. The little boxer was completely limp, but her half-open eyes revealed whites.
"Got your wish, Chris? Another match?"
"Yeah."
"Get her feet, you schmuck!"
We carried Christina to the recovery room, placing her on one of the beds. "Tell Sleeping Beauty I'm ready when she is!"
Emma raised her middle finger in response and waved smelling salts under Christina's nose.

I never anticipated a fight more than the first one with Christina. The entire membership of the Amazonia Boxing Club showed up, including a lot of women who would be delighted to see me lose. This gave me another reason to punch Christina out.
You didn't have to cheat boxing a girl like Christina. She leapt into the first round pissed off at me for the sucker punch. But fighting angry is always a mistake. I took my time, moved around her, clocking her face a few times and then slipping by her counter punches.
The body shots I landed were meant to be more fustrating than painful. Finally I hit Christina with a left-right to the chin and she went down hard.
"Get up girl!" I yelled at the dazed brunette seated on the canvas, her eyes blinking wildly. "I want to do that again!"
Christina shoke her vision into focus. Concentrating on me and ignoring the ten count, Christina stood up purposefully. As we stared at each other, I slugged her on the chin.
"UUUUFFF!" blurted Christina and her eyes rolled up in her head. I barely heard the groans of sympathy from the female spectators as Christina collapsed a second time to the canvas. I felt such a rush!
Christina was sound asleep, on her stomach, head to right, faintly grinning at the girls calling her name.
It was a massive turn on watching Christina slumber through the count and then be loaded on a stretcher by her seconds. She was so passive and beautiful flat on her back, both gloves resting on her belly that softly rose and fell as Christina was carried off.