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. 

Beatriz Slumbers

The first encounter between Andy and Beatriz didn't go well for Andy. Spotting the forty-four year old Latina in her loose top and tight skirt at the Amazonia Boxing Club, Andy started talking to her immediately. As a police officer, he should have read his suspect carefully. Beatriz was a tease, who dressed the way she did to attract male attention, which she thrived on.
"I box to keep in shape," said Beatriz, firing a distracting smile as her eyes sized up Andy. Beatriz had maneuvered them into an empty dressing room.
"It shows, especially in that skirt!"
"Yeah?"
"Hell, yeah!" Andy enthused, moving closer to Beatriz as if he were about to make a collar.
Beatriz lowered her voice. "You craving it?"
For second, Andy was baffled and said," Yeah!" like a happy child.
"Then crave this!"
WHAP!!
The knuckles of Beatriz's hard fist hit their target's chin, flinging him to the wall. He got an eye full of her ample breasts as he slid to the floor. All Andy recalled was the curvy beauty tell him, "I need you to know, no matter how hard I hit, I love..." and gave him a kiss just before he blacked out.

A few days later, Beatriz accepted Andy's challenge to a boxing match. There was twenty years between herself and the young officer, but she was not concerned. If you can knock a cute guy out once, the second time should be easy. Beatriz could tell he was angry at being sucker punched, but now his lust was stronger.
The fight was after hours at the Amazonia, in a ring Andy had reserved for between midnight and one a.m. Beatriz wore a blue bathing suit that accentuated her long legs, pleasing hips and round breasts.
"Been dreaming about me, Andy?" she asked him, banging together her boxing gloves provocatively.
"Couldn't stop, especially about what I'll make you feel."
"Feel what?"
"Yourself hit the canvas before you go out like a light!"
"Like you were?" Beatriz reminded him.
"Like you're gonna be!"
The pair circled each other once and then Andy jumped in, launching both fists. The first punch smacked Beatriz in the face, which absorbed the hit. Her upper cut slammed Andy's mid section. Beatriz followed with a pair of cruel, left-right combinations, that put Andy on his ass, dazed and frustrated.
"We done here?" she taunted. "Just let me knock you out so I can go home?"
Still disoriented, Andy got to his feet, shaking his head. Up went his fists.
The two boxers unleashed on each other, keeping very close. Beatriz told Andy how horny she was from being on top of him. Andy ignored the patter and counted the number of times Beatriz hit him. When he saw an opening, Andy landed two gut shots. Agony doubled Beatriz over, directly into the path of a rising glove.
BAM!!
Beatriz heard an explosion, which left her flat footed in front of Andy. Her glassy eyes stared expressionlessly.
"I need you to know, Beatriz, no matter how hard I hit, I love..." Andy said as Beatriz relaxed into inky blackness.
She landed on her stomach, arms by her side, palms up, butt cheeks peeking from her partially hiked up bathing suit. The point of her chin rested on the canvas, displaying the passive smile on Beatriz's red lips. Andy pulled his gloves off, forgetting the ten count.
Sitting down by Beatriz, he gave her ass a playful, but firm slap, enjoying the feel of soft skin on his hands. From deep in slumber, Beatriz emitted a contented moan.
Grabbing his gym bag, Andy pulled out a pair of hand cuffs and black sharpie marker. He crossed the inert boxing gloves on her ass and loosely cuffed them by the wrists. With the sharpie, he wrote his name and cell phone number on the glove, placing a few inches from Beatriz's face. On top of it, he carefully placed the key to the cuffs.
Andy was about to walk out, when he remembered the iphone in the bag. He snapped pictures of Beatriz, restrained and out cold, from a variety of vantage points.
Looking at the prone female, her finely curved body displayed before him, Andy kissed Beatriz and told her she was beautiful.

 

Anna - Part Two

Being owned by Anna had good points. The sex was fantastic from the start and got better as time progressed. Jake was very happy about this, because of a dry spell he had before he getting smacked around by Anna.
However, Anna played rough. At least once a week the lovers sparred at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Anna would give Jake, in the middle of a match, a smile, the same smile she flashed in the bedroom, and Jake would instantly find himself slumped on the canvas or laying on his back in the dressing room.
"A love tap!" Anna chirped, by way of an explanation.
Three months into their relationship, Anna and Jake moved in together. Anna quickly began playing "Cave Woman" whenever she felt frisky. Creeping silently behind Jake, Anna would land a neck chop to her beloved just as her judo instructor taught her. She got a serious thrill doing this to Jake when he was standing. Anna liked watching him collapse on the carpet. Anna would drag him to their bedroom, where she either waited for him to come around so they could have sex or speed up the process by masturbating him into consciousness.

Jake was in love and happy. Besides her aggressive streak, Anna was a great girlfriend, who impressed Jake's family and friends.
On a Sunday afternoon, it happened. They were fighting at the Amazonia when Jake's right hook connected on Anna's jaw. She never saw the punch coming at her. There was s harp "BAP!" and Anna was staggering, watching Jake and the boxing ring sway violently.
Anna tried to fathom what Jake was saying. By the movement of his lips, she recognized her name, but there was no sound. Her limbs and eyes were heavy.
Jake caught Anna as she went off her feet. Gently, he sat her against the ropes, her head resting on the middle rope. Jake kissed Anna on her bee-sting lips

 She sighed at intervals and her eyes began to open. When her vision cleared, Anna stared up at Jake.
"You..you..knocked me ..out.."
"I did." he answered, cautiously.
"Why..why?"
"Anna, how many fingers am I holding up?"
Anna concentrated again. "Three..why did you KO me!?"
"Because I wanted to...remember who your boyfriend is." Anna was certain who her boyfriend was.
"I own you, Jake, why did you do that!?" Anna's voice was confused and urgent.
Jake slipped his arm around Anna's smooth shoulders and under her arm, slowly lifting the groggy fighter. He told her to relax as he guided her to the dressing room, where he eased her onto a small cot.
"You love me Anna, don't you?"
"I do, a lot! But the punch, I don't remember you hitting me."
"But you still love me?"
"Yeah..of course..." Anna's eyes rolled in her head as he voice cut off. Everything went black.

Their life went back to routine. The last seconds of the match before she was knocked out came back to Anna. She ran the memory over and over in her mind, but Anna could not understand how Jake managed it and why. In the bed room and the ring, Anna had always controlled everything. Then, one punch from nowhere and she was on the canvas and powerless.
When she clobbered Jake from behind with the same loving judo chop, he dropped like a sack of stones into her arms. But when he came to in bed, Jake took Anna and Anna enjoyed submitting. The sex was so good, Anna could not resist.
"We need to fight, Jake!"  Anna told him one day. "A real fight!" They were driving to the Amazonia Boxing Club for their regular sparring session.
 "Why? You mad about something?"
Anna fixed her eyes on Jake as she drove. "I'm mad at you and your cock...I can't stop thinking about it!"
Jake stifled a laugh, enraging Anna even more. "I never used to be like this!" she blurted.

Anna wanted to fight to continue until one of them was out cold.
"Fine." Jake answered, seeing how serious his girlfriend felt.
Jake kept clear of Anna in the opening rounds, knowing how badly she wanted to hit him. He would land combinations to the face and torso and then retreat. By round four, Anna was irked enough at her boyfriend to go after him.
Jake ducked a round house and fired a left-right to her chin. Anna staggered, her arms extended to retain her balance. Jake struck a third time
The lights snapped off for Anna. She spun as she fell, landing on her back, arms and legs spread eagle. Jake checked for movement. All he saw was the rising and falling of Anna's chest. He kissed her again on the lips.

 

Anna - Part One

Jake was not sure what he wanted by getting in the ring with Anna, but he knew what to expect. Two weeks earlier, Anna knocked out cold his two friends, Will and Desiree, at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Desiree had a purple shiner from the encounter. Jake thought it made her look very attractive.
What Jake thought when he looked Anna over, what drove him to the challenge match, could be called lust.  But the desire he experienced was like the high he felt when he discovered women as a teenager and not his usual, adult "I NEED TO FUCK HER!" excitation. Jake was drunk watching Anna, a light - brown skinned fighter with 38DD breasts, work the heavy bag or jump rope. Standing ringside as Anna finished off Desiree, Jake had to clutch the ropes to keep standing.

Anna loved men, especially after one bright summer afternoon, when she discovered her body could turn them to mush. She saw males as a mass, offering her sexual pleasure and, if she was lucky, someone to talk with. Observing the way Jake looked at her while they discussed their impending boxing match, Anna knew she'd get both.

The match was Anna's from the start. Jake was a good boxer, Anna was better. And she dressed in a tight, red tank top and black boxing gloves, the uniform she wore for horny male opponents, destined to slumber. She had Jake pinned for most of round four and laid him out in the opening of round five.
Jake took the unseen upper cut as gracefully as possible. He lay on the canvas in a daze, cross eyed, looking happily up at Anna and Emma the Ref, who counted him out. Anna kneeled along side the defeated male.
"Jake, you okay?"
"I..love..." Jake mumbled, eyes uncrossing.
"Oh honey, you're really out of it!" Anna carefully sat up her victim. "Time to be unconscious, lover boy!"
Anna's black glove was the last thing Jake saw before a painful explosion.

In the movie that unspooled in Jake's sleeping brain, he was in a hospital bed. Anna, wearing a short-short white nurse's uniform, entered the room.
"How's our patient today?" she chirped.
 "Nurse Anna?" Jake asked, shooting up in the bed.
"Yes! And it's time for your treatment!"
The white uniform was gone and the naked Anna pulled the sheets and blankets off Jake ans straddled him like she was getting on a donkey. "YES!" she groaned loudly as he penetrated her. Anna's rapturous smile drove Jake crazy. He begged her to never stop, never leave him, until they both orgasmed.
"Now you need your sleeping pill!!"
"Huh?" Jake blurted, still zonked by the climax moments earlier. Anna raised her right fist, encased in a black boxing glove.
BAM!
Stars and red hearts danced around Jake's head that rested on the pillows. He was completely in love with Anna.

Naomi's First Time

Now this is too easy, Roger thought as he walked across the ring to Naomi, who stood smiling in her corner of the boxing ring.This girl is young and horny, was is next reflection.
Roger was right on both counts.
Naomi was just completing her freshman year at Blake Mitchell University, in Pre Med, with plans to join the Women's Boxing team the following September. She had prepared at the Amazonia Boxing Club  for the last two months.
Roger, close to thirty, had been fighting for more than a decade. He knew it was much too early for Naomi to take on anyone in the ring. He gladly accepted her challenge to a match.
"Naomi, you look really in shape!" Roger said. "You look like you were born for this sport!"
Naomi smiled, accepting Roger's flattery with appealing feminine modesty. Roger could see the Asian girl melt on the inside.
Naomi was blessed with straight, black shoulder length hair, pulled back loosely in an attractive pony tail. Though she was only in the preliminaries of learning to fight, her compact body reflected the effort Naomi had put into track and soccer since middle school. Her glimmering eyes, which moved over Roger with little conscious direction, reminded her opponent that Naomi would be the best biology student in her graduating class.
"I'm ready to do it!" Naomi chirped.
"Me, too!" Roger answered, watching Naomi carefully assume a defensive stance.
"Just one thing...your glasses" Roger told her. For a minute, Naomi was perplexed and then realized she'd stepped into the ring her glasses still on the bridge of her pert nose. Roger thought the right glasses on the right girl made the perfect sexy nerd.
Cautiously, Naomi removed her spectacles and set them by the folding chair in her corner. She turned swiftly to face Roger and squinted.

"Wait!...Wait...I can't see you too..."

 

BAM!!!
The right upper cut pasted Naomi on the chin. A sharp "ooohhh!" popped from her red lips and she stood in a profound daze, her glassy eyes focused straight ahead. The girl boxer smiled because she felt very aroused.
Roger heard a sharp, childish giggle when Naomi slumped on his bare chest, her cheek pressed on his shoulder. He heard a sigh and Naomi was out.
Roger tilted the unconscious girl back in his arms and kissed her forehead. "Okay, cutie, your first knockout!" He hefted Naomi over his shoulder. "Had to happen sometime! Too bad you won't remember it."
Affectionately, he set the rag doll girl in the chair. "Or maybe you will. Maybe you'll orgasm when you come out it!"
He kissed her again, this time on the lips. Roger shifted Naomi in the chair, resting the back of her head on the middle turn buckle. God damn, she's beautiful! Just one thing missing!
Roger retrieved Naomi's glasses and slipped them back on her face.
"Good night Sleeping Beauty!" he whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek before walking away.

Taken

Amelia wanted to be taken by her lover, whether male or female. "Consumed" was the word she used. In college, her experience had been with women and she was certain about her lesbianism. After graduation, she encountered Jon at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Between their two bouts, both of which ended with the Asian girl out on the canvas, they slept together. The fact that Jon sucker punched Amelia in the ring the day after such shared intimacy ought to have put her off men. Instead, she found herself wanting to submit, to be bested and dominated. When not in the arms of a lover, Amelia was worried by this tendency.
Would she end up in love with an abuser? The physical dangers of that prospect frightened her. Emotionally, she was pleased.

Scott knocked Amelia out for the count one Saturday afternoon at the Amazonia. He was a skilled boxer,but Amelia took him on with trepidation. would he KO her the way she wanted it? His thoughtful eyes moved over her body so completely that Amelia assumed he was falling for her.
No! No! she yelled to herself. Do that when I don't care!
Moments later, Scott hurled a right directly into Amelia's mid section. The girl boxer jerked forward, her face distorted by agony. Two upper cuts exploded on Amelia's chin and jaw. She staggered comically into the ropes and Scott moved in quickly. He opened up on her torso for twenty seconds, before punching the side of her face.
Black silence blanketed the girl boxer. She stood a few seconds, limbs and muscles slack, head head lolling on her right shoulder, mouth gaping and eyes shut. Amelia's knees gave out and she lay on the canvas, unmoving.
As she dreamed of Jiannah, a beautiful black woman she'd been with three nights before, Scott placed Amelia on her back and administered a ten count.

                                           

Amelia came to in the dressing room where Scott had carried her. She sat up lethargically, focusing on the male figure seated next to the bed.
"What?"
"I knocked you out," Scott explained. "How  do you feel?"
Amelia thought briefly, then asked Scott if he would drive her home. While they fucked, Amelia saw the thoughtful look in Scott's eyes again. He was falling in love.

For two weeks, Amelia stayed away from Scott, even though thinking about him got her excited. She slept with some old girlfriends and some guys who resembled Scott in different ways. Very late one night Amelia woke suddenly, realizing that Scott had never called her.
Amelia waited a few more days. When nothing happened, she panicked. I saw him, she told herself multiple times. I saw him fall for me!

"Hey, Amelia, where you been?"
The male voice filled the gym around Amelia, making her jump back from the heavy bag she was using. She had tentatively given up dodging Scott and visited the Amazonia after ten pm to work out.
"Scott!" she blurted, like a little girl thrilled at her father coming home after a long absence.  "I've been here, like always."
"Good. Get in the ring!"
"I don't feel like a fight now..."
Scott clasped Amelia's bare shoulders. "I am! I'm here to knock you out!"
Stressing the last three words, Scott's voice penetrated the Asian fighter. She took hesitant steps backward toward the ring. The intruder shoved her a few times until they both stood in the ring.
"One punch is all this will take!" said Scott, slamming his gloves together "From this fist right here!" He held the red boxing glove in Amelia's face, who felt fear stab her. Scott meant his threat.
"No, okay, Scott!" Amelia began. "I'm sorry...okay?...okay...!"
He said nothing and pushed closer. Amelia retreated, pleading louder, but aware she'd be clobbered in a minute.
"I just thought we could mess around..." Amelia struggled, her voice weakening. The ropes suddenly pressed on her back. Scott's fist went back. "Good night, Amelia!"
BAM!!!
Amelia never felt the punch or her hard landing on the canvas.

Amelia delayed introducing Scott to her parents for a month. They wanted to give her black eye a chance to fade.