Jeanette

The difference between a promotional model training to be a boxer and an actual boxer was clear to Jon. It lay a few feet in front of him, in the limp form of Jeanette, sprawled on canvas, face up and out cold.
After a few weeks of lessons at the Amazonia Boxing Club, this was the dark haired girl's first fight, which had gone two rounds. The modeling agency Jeanette worked for landed her a job as a spokes girl for a women's fitness equipment line. Since she would promote a line of fighting gear, it was decided she would learn how to box.
She was prone at the feet of Desiree, a friend of Jon's. He knew why Dez, a better fighter, grabbed at the chance to beat a beginner senseless. Like Jon, Dez wanted to sleep with Jeanette.
That Desiree was standing in Jeanette's corner for the next fight told Jon that Desiree had been a success. He wasn't discouraged, women came and went with Desiree pretty regularly.

                               

Denise used Jeanette for a heavy bag, making the model jerk in agony with each punch. Jon watched the conclusion of the fight with increasing arousal, strengthened by knowing Jeanette was about to be finished off.
Two gut shots doubled over the brunette, her eyes closing from exhaustion. Jeanette's wary moan was the signal Denise was anticipating.
A pounding right upper cut straigntened out the brunette completely. Lower jaw hanging up, gloves dangling below her waist, Jeanette let her eyes shut, and gave way to sleep. In one swift, downward motion, Jeanette dropped to the canvas like a plank. Jon moved close as possible to watch Emma the Ref deliver the ten count, which Jeanette slumbered through, her chin jutting out beneath a curling smile on her scarlet lips.
She does have a model's perfect ass, thought Jon, surveying Jeanette's gloved arms resting lifelessly at her sides, wrists up. He watched Emma thumb the loser's eyes, displaying only whites.
After Jeanette was carried to the recovery room, Jon walked to Denise's corner, where the victor was being toweled down by the seconds. "Good job, Denise. You put Jeanette to sleep!"
"Hey Jon!...Yeah, I fucked her up good! But Jeanette is stupid...know how I know?"
"How?"
"Those tits...a girl with 'model' tits like hers is pleading to get KOed in the ring!"
"Big tits...no brains?" Jon summed up, looking over Denise's soft-ball sized chest.
"Oh,  yeah!!"

 
 On the week she had off from her promotional gig, Jeanette went out with Jon. They had a casual dinner and a few drinks afterward.
Jeanette absorbed alcohol much better than punches.
"How long have you been boxing at the Amazonia?" Jeanette asked Jon as they sat on his living room couch, both clutching open beer bottles. Jon's was barely touched, Jeanette's half empty.
"Three years, but I boxed in college, too."
"Yeah?" Jeanette let out a drunken chuckle-laugh. "Know what?"
"No?"
"Guess!" she insisted, giddily.
"I don't know."
Jon knew this was headed somewhere, but he was uncertain that Jeanette was sure of the destination.
"I bet!"
"You bet what?"
"I bet you...could teach me a thing or two!"
This time Jeanette suppressed the impulse to laugh.
Jon glanced at his closed bedroom door, unable to recall if he made the bed that morning.
"Oh, I know I can!"
"Yes! Let's do this!"
Jeanette leaped to her feet, Jon right behind, his arms reaching out to kiss her. The brunette steadied herself and raised her bare fists between them. "Come on, I want to fight a guy!"
Jon glared back, blankly. This is an f-ing joke!, he fumed, internally.
"Yeah, sure, Jeanette..."
"All my friends call me 'Jet', so you can.."
WHAP!
Jeanette never felt Jon's sharp right to her chin. She was simply out on her feet.
Watching the girl stagger a few paces, Jon extended his arms. Jeanette's face hit Jon's shoulder.
"Good...night..Daddy..." murmured softly in Jon's ear. Jeanette sighed and was out cold. Jon took the opportunity to feel up her buttocks.
"You do have a model's ass, all right!"
He had just hefted the girl over his shoulder when an idea came to him. Jon knew the plan forming in his head was a cruel deception, but immediately discovered he didn't care.

Once he seated Jeanette, still exploring Dreamland, on his bed, Jon quickly stripped her down to her panties, tossing her clothes on the floor. Pulling back the covers, he laid her gently on the bed and replaced the covers. Removing only his shoes, Jon climbed into bed with Jeanette.

She was still sleeping the next morning. Jon quickly got undressed, pitched his clothes from the night before around the room, and pulled on a T-shirt and pajama bottoms. He then made breakfast for two.
"Here you go, honey! How you feeling this morning?"
Jeanette was just coming around as Jon handed her plate of scrambled eggs and toast, with a glass of tomato juice. He followed up with a loving peck on the cheek.
Jeanette stared at her food and then at her bare breasts.
"Christ! Did we..?"
"Well, yes, Jeanette, sweetheart!" Jon's tone exuded affection and sensitivity. "We got a little crazy with the boxing and you knocked me out!"
"I did?"
"I was gone for five minutes on the sofa. You have a hell of a right hook you should work on. Eat your breakfast!"
Jeanette chewed her scrambled eggs as she rummaged in her memory for any records of what Jon said. She found nothing. "Then what happened?"
"Well...you kind of got excited after putting out my lights..."
A moment later, Jon was beside Jeanette, happily eating his own breakfast.

It took a few months, but Jeanette eventually moved in with Jon. His friends said he never looked happier.

                                                    

Kiki on Film - Part One

Kiki knew Martin would be a client as soon as she saw him at the Amazonia Boxing Club. A complete "Gentle," she thought And like all of his kind, men who wanted to be knocked out by a strong woman, Kiki figured him for a pussy hound. As it turned out, Kiki was right on both assumptions.
She made friends with Martin, having longer and longer conversations with the perspective client after they worked out at the Amazonia. Kiki and Martin even had a sparring match, during which the big tited domme probed her opponent with a few hard punches, studying his response. The reaction was a mix of surprised and pleasure. After the sparring, Kiki told Martin about the mixed combat sessions she conducted. Martin agreed immediately, relating in detail the fantasy he wanted to make real.
Getting these details was a quick way to learn what kind of fetish possessed a client. Martin's was the perfect submissive dream. When Kiki offered, for a small additional charge, to record their session, Martin happily agreed.

They rented a room at the No Tell, a second rate motel on Route 3. He got ready first, quickly getting on his shorts. Kiki took her time in the bathroom and eventually emerged topless, a red pair of foxy boxing trunks showing of what more than one guy at the Amazonia called her "thunder thighs."
"Thank you, Martin!" she said, accepting a small wade of bills from the client and then turning on the digital camcorder. "Now put on my gloves!"
Lovingly, Martin followed the order, pulling the red boxing gloves over Kiki's raised hands.
"I'm sending you to Kiki Dreamland! Know what that is?"
Arousal stiffened Martin. "No!"
"That's when I knock you out and dream about me!"

Kiki let Martin get in a few punches before giving him what he wanted. She was methodical with her shots, like surgeon operating with precision. Raining blows on his body, Kiki taunted and mocked him.
Martin started to go numb and it took a minute for him to realize Kiki was no longer beating on him. Two punches sent Martin into a KO daze. Kiki shifted the wobbly male toward the double bed, careful to keep him in frame.
"Come on, Miss Punching Bag," taunted Kiki. "You're gonna cum yourself when you watch this next part..when you get out of the hospital, of course!"
Martin only heard Kiki's mockery, but didn't understand it. There was only the sweet sexiness of her voice, which made him warm and horny inside. He started staring at Kiki's large, round breasts, pink nipples protruding, until a forceful voice ordered him,"Martin honey, look up here!"
A wall of blackness slammed into the semi conscious fighter.

The camcorder took in a full shot of Martin on his back, out cold, a massive, tent-like bulge in the front of his shorts. Kneeling beside her victim, Kiki pulled off her gloves as she marveled at how thoroughly she'd trounced Martin.
"I'll bet you've got women's panties on underneath!"
Kiki yanked down Martin's shorts, revealing a massive erection. Smiling, she slipped her right glove around his elongated penis and started jerking him off for the camera. Each time she brought off the client, Martin's smile got bigger.
"You fucking me in your dreams, boy!?"
Actually, Martin dreamed of wrestling naked with Wonder Woman.

Kiki fucked Martin for an hour after he regained his senses. She wouldn't admit it, but the purple shiner growing around his right eye had her furiously horny.
"Are you in love with me, boy!?"
Kiki was on top of Martin, happily delirious from love making. Martin nodded, passively. Kiki pulled her fist back. "Sweet dreams, love hammer!"
POW!
Martin was out. Kiki got dressed, packed up and put the CD card from the camcorder on Martin's chest. She kissed him before leaving.

 A month later, Martin began dating Flora, an Asian woman he met at a business convention. After the relationship got serious, he showed her the recording of his session with Kiki. Flora was stunned and had sex with Martin all night.

Kiki on Film Part Two

                                                          
 
Behind Richard's back, Flora had a session with Kiki. Multiple viewings of Kiki beating her boyfriend senseless got her worked up over Kiki, a TV actress who also worked as a domme. Flora wanted to box and then have sex with the woman who laid out the man she loved.

Flora went to the old Curvies Workout Center on Route 46, where Kiki did most of her session work. Kiki, clad only in boxing gloves and red foxy boxing trunks, was standing in the boxing ring that occupied the largest room of the repurposed fitness center.
Just like in the video with Martin!, Flora thought with excitement.
"Martin know you're here?" Kiki asked as her client stepped through the ropes. Kiki already knew the answer.
"Ah...no..."
"Good!"
Kiki eyed the girl's smooth, bare shoulders and arms. "So Martin showed you the video?"
"Yes!"
"You see him pop major wood after I knocked him out?" Kiki asked. "Did Martin get you a ring yet?"
Yes, I did!...yes, he did..."
"You sound pretty excited, this must be true love!"
"Of course!" Flora chirped.
"Know what I do when I see love in a man's eyes?"
Flora was very aroused and answered "No!" with a distracted tone.
"When I see love in a man's eyes I knock him out!"
Kiki pulled Flora into a kiss . Flora melted into Kiki's embrace.

Mostly with guys, a few times with girls, thought Kiki. It's all about domination with this one.
"Flora, sweetheart, your eyes are dilating."
"What?!"
"Are you falling love with me?"
"No...I..."
WHAP!
Flora went completely stiff from Kiki's straight right, her head titled back to the ceiling, eyes closed. She was breathing shallowly.
Kiki nudged Flora's breasts and the Asian girl landed on her face.

                                   

Easing the limp girl onto the queen sized bed in one of the side rooms, Kiki took pics of the unconscious Flora. Kiki kissed Flora's lips and breasts as she pulled down her shorts and finger fucked her. Flora jolted awake after the fourth orgasm, her head  spinning from the combination of the KO punch and the orgasms.
Watching the petite girl collect her senses, Kiki decided to email the pictures to Martin and kissed Flora again. Flora wasn't feeling any pain all of a sudden.

Liz vs. Donna

Liz was sagged on the ropes, awareness already slipping from the big breasted, yellow haired blond, even as she desperately grasped on to it. Donna had been working her over for two rounds.
"Ready to sleep, Liz? Huh?"
As an answer formed in Liz's mind, a left-right combination to the head short circuited her brain and Liz sank a little, hoping she was about collapse into oblivion. But she remained standing and open to Donna's right upper cut. The punch made Liz very sleepy.
Donna righted her victim's chin. "You hear me in there?"
Nothing registered with the dazed fighter. All Liz knew was a deep desire to be mercifully put to sleep.
"I said I was the better fighter and now we both know it!"
WAP!
The lights in Liz's skull shut off and she smiled with relief as total blackness consumed her. Stepping away, Donna watched Liz fall, face first, to the canvas. Kaylee, Donna's friend, who refereed the match, began the ten count.

"Ten! You're out, Liz!" Kaylee declared, raising Donna's fist in the air. "She's fucking out!"
"Just like I planned!" Donna surveyed the prone female boxer.
"Think she's dreaming?'
"Yeah...probably some guy!" surmised Donna. She had already hooked her arms under Liz's shoulders. "Damn, I enjoyed beating her up!"
They carried Liz back to her dressing room, placing her on a small bed. Kaylee waved a tab of smelling salts under Liz's nose. The unconscious woman jerked her head sideways and let out a deep sigh.
"What are you going to do now?" asked Kaylee.
"What do you think? I'm going to fuck her boyfriend like I told her I would!"
"Bitch!" Liz moaned, slowly, still groggy. She forced herself to sit up on the bed.
"I'm going to fuck your Dave so hard, he'll beg me to marry him the next morning."
Liz struggle to her feet and stared threateningly at Donna "Not if I can help it!"
Donna was pulling on a boxing glove, which she slammed into Liz's face.
"Exactly!" Donna growled at the blonde and gave her a kiss before walking out.

Between orgasms, Donna told Dave every detail of the bout with his girlfriend, right down to how sexy Liz was sprawled on the canvas, knocked out and dreaming. This made Dave very horny. Donna was third woman over forty that Dave had fucked since graduating Blake Mitchell University and he was in love with Donna.
But Donna played rough.
At daybreak, she gave Dave a long, deep kiss. "You almost had me last night, boy!"
"What?" David was perplexed.
"I almost fell for you in between those monster orgasms you gave me. You almost KOed me the way I KOed your slut girlfriend."
"But I.."
POW!
The bare knuckled right hook tagged David hard. He slumped against Donna's naked chest, lips pressed against her cleavage. Donna shoved him away and David landed in a limp pile on the mattress.

First Fight

This was going to be David's first fight at the Amazonia Boxing Club. The match up was against Liz, a slender, athletic yellow-blond, who was a senior member. Mostly she fought other women, but when Liz found a man attractive, she would lay him out. David qualified.

David had been successfully sponsored by Laura Frazier, a long term Amazonia member and a friend of both Liz and David's mother. Mrs. Frazier, as David had called her since he was in grade school, had been sleeping together since senior year at Blake Mitchell University, but Mrs. Frazier had recently let things cool. Other men interested Mrs. Frazier, who noticed her young lover's eye was roving to other women closer to his age. Why not let Liz have a crack at him? Liz was only a decade older than David and had never been married.

"Don't be nervous because this is your first real boxing match," Mrs. Frazier told David. She stood in her lover's corner, giving him a last minute rub down.
"I'm not..." David's increased blood pressure wasn't from apprehension.
"Good!" 
Pleasant dreams, hammer dick! Mrs. Frazier thought.
While David danced out at the clang of the bell, jogging in semi circles, Liz strode out, fists up.
"Nap time!" she said to David.
The initial punch turned out the lights in David's head, but he remained standing just long enough for the second impact, which planted him on the canvas in a deep slumber.
Liz watched the fallen boxer as he was counted out by Emma the Ref. Mrs. Frazier had told her friend that David was submissive to women, a "gentle" was the term at the Amazonia. Liz wondered if David was going to cream his trunks because he'd been knocked out by a female.
Nothing. David lay completely still and was carried from the ring by Emma and Mrs. Frazier.

All Liz had to do was lazily sway her hips or call David's name with her high pitched, very feminine voice to drive him crazy. Since he'd been getting laid almost continually since their match, the manipulation didn't bother David, until he noticed small annoyances piling up.
David caught Liz appraising other men at the beach or the Amazonia with the same look she used on him. Sometimes Liz would go out with friends like Mrs. Frazier and Beatriz and not return till very late or the next morning. Her clothes were always disheveled, as if they had been pulled on carelessly.
One of those mornings, David demanded a rematch.
"Sure sweetheart," Liz answered, giving her lover a long kiss. "You're over do for another knockout!"

For two rounds, David was focused. Liz used her "bedroom eyes" on him, but he resisted and kept punching, blocking and moving. Midway through round three, a luck shot pounded Liz's midsection. She "ooouuuhh"ed painfully. David hesitated for seconds and then launched a left-right combination. An upper cut sent Liz spinning. She landed on the ropes and David opened up, working on her exposed belly. A right to the side of her skull put Liz out on her feet.

Liz stared ahead, eyes wide and glassy. Her long muscular arms made random, feeble punches in the air. David cocked his arm back like it was a sling and fired. Liz never heard or felt anything, her limp, already unconscious body simply collapsed on the canvas. David administered a ten count and digitally recorded the prone fighter. Liz returned from Dream Street five minutes later.

Lessons from Mrs. Frazier

"The important thing, Davie, is to pay attention!"
This was Laura Frazier's advice to David, the oldest son of her best friend, Donna Malone, as they both stood at the center of the boxing ring in Frazier's paneled basement.
David was home from Blake Mitchell University on Winter break and was about to start boxing lessons with the woman who baby sat him as a child.
"I will!" answered David, staring deeply as possible into Mrs. Frazier's eyes. The tight boxing trunks and skimpy top was the least amount of clothing David had ever seen Mrs. Frazier in. He was very horny.
"Now if I'm going to sponsor your membership at the Amazonia Boxing Club after you graduate next year, you're going to have to learn how to fight," said Mrs. Frazier, a member of the Amazonia Boxing Club since her second and most recent divorce. She had been boxing since high school. "And if you're fighting women in a boxing ring you need to aware of somethings."
"Like?"
"Distraction. A lot of women don't fight fair. You might be in the middle of a match and your opponent keeps putting her chest in your face."
"Oh yeah?" David asked.
"Sure. Look here, Davie!"
Mrs. Frazier rested a gloved fist between her generous breasts. David stared.
BAP!
The upper cut clipped David's chin, planting him on the canvas, spark out cold.

Mrs. Frazier inspected David carefully and, pulling up his trunks, she hoped he knew how to use what he had been given. Since puberty, David wanted Mrs. Frazier, a fact she was fully aware of. She always caught David staring at her a moment too long at the town pool. When David expressed an interest in the Amazonia, Mrs. Frazier knew the time had arrived.
"Come on, Davie sweetheart, wake up!"
Mrs. Frazier was gently coaxing David into sitting up as he blinked his eyes searchingly.
"Wha...what happened?"
"You got knocked out, don't you remember?"
"No..."
David was still confused as Mrs. Frazier steadied him on his feet.
"Now one of the fundamental weapons for a female boxer is a right hook...it can be devastating!"
"Really?"
He never saw Mrs. Frazier's right fist execute a collision course with his head. David staggered on impact, instantly out on his feet. As he slept, David dreamed of Mrs. Frazier naked except for her red boxing gloves. The older woman was telling David how much she loved his cock.
"Who's Casandra, Davie?"
The question snapped David to full consciousness. This time his head rested on her bare thighs.
"Casandra?"
"You were groaning her name."
David eventually explained that Casandra, a third year exchange student from China, was his steady girlfriend at Blake Mitchell University. The word "competition" flashed to Mrs. Frazier and was automatically deleted. Plenty of  talk about "competition" had blocked Mrs. Frazier's path to the bedroom before and none of it stalled her yet. 

This needs to move along, Mrs. Frazier decided. She was getting horny a lot faster than she had expected, so she said to David, "Hit me!"
David wanted to hesitate.
"Come on, throw some punches! You're going to have to if you join the Amazonia."
So David launched a few strikes at the older woman, which she blocked, except when she let David connect. Then Mrs. Frazier began ducking out the punches and began flirting-teasing with her pupil.
"Hey Davie, you want me? You always have, right?"
The truth hit David like a brick. He felt the weird excitement of possibility.
"If you knock me out...somehow...you'll be a gentleman, right Davie!?"
David grunted "Right!" loudly and swung, missing Mrs. Frazier.
"But you won't do that, I'm putting you out cold!"
Arousal jolted the college boy, he was never this turned on by Casandra.
BAP!
A mean upper cut chipped David. He stumbled, but refocused.
"I'm singing you a lullaby, like when you were a little boy!"
Two more blows impacted David's midsection. As he retreated, two left-right combinations hammered his skull.
David was falling, drifting, unable to stay in one place. The ropes caught him, propping David up right in time for the follow through.
The ring was now blurry. David could barely hear Mrs. Frazier assure him of how popular he was going to be at the Amazonia. Liquid blackness edged his vision.
Mrs. Frazier adjusted David's chin and gave her right boxing glove a loud kiss. As the fist went back, David saw the same smile, so seductive and loving, Mrs. Frazier gave him at the pool.
 

David saw nothing, but he did dream of an afternoon at the pool.

When Mrs. Frazier, relined on a wide lounge chair, flashed that smile, David walked over and kissed the cougar. The kiss melted into full embrace, with David removing her bathing suit and Mrs. Frazier removing his T-shirt. David felt her lips everywhere.

Abruptly, David woke in Mrs. Frazier's bed, his head spinning. Mrs Frazier in a green- blue nightie appeared. After she kissed David, he decided the pain was worth it.

The Muscle Girl

He challenged Kathy because he wanted sex with her. Badly. Ken had had a fetish for female body builders all his life. He lived with one named Jasmine for a few years, prior to joining the Amazonia Boxing Club.
Of course Kathy accepted the match knowing it would be over before it began. She actually thought Ken was attractive and heard chatter in the women's locker room about how good he was in bed. But Kathy held back from falling in love.

They came out at the bell. When Ken was close enough, Kathy unleashed two piston-like punches on the end of his chin, putting him out cold before Ken landed at Kathy's feet. He slumbered contentedly through the ten count.
A powerful rush overcame Kathy when she looked at the prone fighter, smiling up at her.
"God! Yes!" she shouted to herself, slamming her boxing gloves together.

They fucked all night at Ken's townhouse. Kathy was so happy the next morning that she almost didn't punch her lover's lights out.  As she dressed, Kathy looked at Ken sprawled on the bed, thinking how cute he was. She admitted to herself that she loved Ken and lay down next to him.

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