An Appointment With the Canvas

Kiki, big breasted and curvy, was used to not always being the body type some clients wanted. Alex craved amazons. Kiki put him in touch with Michelle, who possessed defined biceps and well developed thighs. She and Alex discussed their session over breakfast at a diner a few blocks from the Amazonia Boxing Club.
Michelle was a dancer before moving to session work with both men and women. Unlike her friend Kiki, who saw "one on ones" as a lucrative supplement to her acting career, Michelle had found her vocation.
Beating up people, especially men, gave Michelle a taste of control that she only felt vaguely working at strip clubs. As Alex described what he wanted from their session, Michelle saw that he was in great shape and was aroused by her presence. This was confirmation of a truth she learned as a dancer: The key to control was not knowing who someone was, but what they wanted.
Michelle had no objections to Alex's requirements and concluded the arrangements quickly. Their hands touched intimately as Alex pushed an envelope of 20s and 50s across the table.

"How do you want to start? Punch out or sleeper?"
Alex stood looking into Michelle's brown eyes, entranced. He had fought mixed matches at the Amazonia and slept with many of his opponents, but he was never this excited.
"Punch out!" he blurted.
"Good! Glove up, you have an appointment with the canvas!"
It was late on a Saturday afternoon and the couple were in the ring of the former Curvies fitness center on Route 46, that Kiki used for session work. Kiki was letting her borrow the facility.
"You know I'm knocking you out, why are you trying?" taunted Michelle as the encounter started.  "You're gonna see darkness in a minute!"
They exchanged close blows. It was clear Alex was a good fighter, he connected  a string of strong punches that Michelle absorbed, while watching him like a lover anticipating an orgasm from her beloved.
"Lights out, sexy!"
Michelle hammered home a sharp upper cut, putting Alex on the canvas. She gave him a ten count, although he couldn't hear it. A sensation of strength filled Michelle.
He's definitely going to cum when he wakes up, thought Michelle.
Alex did after he woke five minutes later. Michelle helped him sit up. Even though Alex was groggy from being knocked out and coitus, Michelle saw fresh arousal in his eyes.

Alex changed into black sweat pants and a white T-shirt. Michelle wore  a one piece bathing suit, which displayed her ample cleavage.
"I might put you under, Michelle." Alex suggested.
Michelle let out a giggle and moved out of her corner. Aggression? I must really be stoking his fire, she concluded.
"Who, me? Out cold in your arms? You can dream about it  when my tits become your pillows!"
The image stabbed Alex.
Rolling together, struggling for domination, Michelle enjoyed how Alex felt up her thighs, ass and breasts whenever he had a chance.
"Okay, Alex..."
"What?! Why....Offff!"
Michelle seamlessly slipped Alex's embrace and swung behind him, arms wrapping around his throat.
Alex automatically jostled, pulling at her biceps. Michelle waited five seconds and constricted the hold.
"Time to be KOed, Honey Stick!" Michelle whispered coyly in her victim's ear. "Seeing stars?"
A soft grunt signaled Alex was still conscious. His hands were resting on Michelle's naked thighs. Her fading voice was promising Alex so much when he came back. Alex slid down a black hole.

Stars were still spinning before his eyes when Alex emerged from the sleeper hold knock out. He saw Michelle standing over him. "How was that?"
Alex muttered "Great....!"
A twenty-something Asian girl in boxing gear walked into Alex's vision, rhythmically banging  her gloves together.
"This is Lin, Alex." Michelle said. "She's in love with you."
Alex was unable to speak.
Lin was smaller than Michelle, but just as athletic. And pretty.
"I'm really in love with you, Alex. Understand?"
Lin gave Alex a long kiss. "Since the moment I saw you out like a light in Michelle's arms!"
Michelle broke in. "But we have a problem."
"How?" Alex stammered.
"I'm in love with you, too."
"You...."
"More than Lin! So she and I are going to fight for you. The winner gets to keep you for herself!"
Lin smiled invitingly at Alex.

Michelle's punches hit in a slow rhythm now. Lin was basically out on her feet, barely aware how her head was being jerked by Michelle's gloved fists.
They were mid way through round three. Michelle went to work on the smaller woman in the second, punishing Lin's body. Now Michelle was about to make this the last round.
A single upper cut froze Lin in her tracks, a few feet from Alex, who watched the match from outside the ropes.
"Ready for sleep?"
Michelle tilted her rival's head to the best position to launch her to Dreamland.
The second upper cut lifted Lin a few inches in the air. Lights shone briefly in her head, then her sore body was soothed by darkness.
Alex jumped eagerly through the ropes to watch Michelle count Lin out. There was no movement from the defeated boxer but the sporadic twitching of her arms the and the gentle rise and fall of her chest.
"You're out!" Michelle declared and removed her gloves to check Lin's eyes. They were completely rolled up. "Yep, she's out cold!" Michelle threw a lurid grin at Alex.
"You're in love with Sleeping Beauty!?"
Distracted by the presence of the unconscious woman, Alex shook his head. Lin was beautiful!
"You fucking loved that! Two women beating each other up over you and the stronger one sends Sleeping Beauty to La La Land!"
Michelle caressed Lin's exposed inner thighs, her hand slipping under Linn's gym shorts. "She's so vulnerable!"
Alex reached down to touch Lin's face.
"Let's take her back to your place!" blurted Michelle, gleefully. Alex snapped back his hand. "I'll drive your car! Grab her legs, Alex!"
The slumbering girl's limbs yielded to their hands as she was carried out of the ring to the back door.

The ride took fifteen minutes. Michelle was up front, while Alex tenderly cradled the out cold Lin in his arms.
Some guys will surprise you, Michelle observed, checking the rear view mirror reflection of the back seat. He hasn't even taken the slightest advantage. Michelle kept a steady watch on Alex, but she knew he'd do nothing, even if he were alone. This is how he wants it.

They settled Lin on Alex's bed. As if on cue, she slowly came out of the knock out. eventually, she was able to sit up.
"Wow, Michelle, you got me good! You're the better woman. I don't remember anything!"
Lin smiled at Alex. "I don't think we have to fight over you. Right?"
"Yeah!"
"I can learn to share you. Is that okay, Michelle?"
"Not a problem."
Alex and Michelle helped Lin get undressed.

The two women left Alex's house at eight a.m. He was still fast asleep, exhausted from their three way, so Michelle and Lin wedged their business cards in the bathroom mirror.
They were silent on the taxi cab ride back to Curvies, where their cars sat overnight. Both were satisfied with how things had gone with Alex. Lin was beginning to like this work - getting laid a lot, making great money, and, she admitted only to herself, the excitement she felt at being the loser.
"You did great, Lin," said Michelle when they got to cars. "You took that knock out like a pro!"
Michelle handed the younger woman a small bundle of fifty dollar bills.
"I enjoyed Alex a lot," Lin stated.
They fell into a long, passionate kiss.
"Are you sure I can't see until Thursday?" asked Lin.
"You know...busy, busy, busy!"
Lin gave Michelle a teasing frown. "Okay, see you then."

Ursula

 

Looking for the right man brought Ursula to, among other places, the Amazonia Boxing Club. The search started after she became captain of the women's boxing team at Blake Mitchell University, where Ursula earned an education degree. It wasn't that Ursula was on a desperate husband hunt, that would be one of the results of finding "the right man."
Skilled in the ring and the bedroom, Ursula preferred male opponents in both areas. The search only yielded a bunch of flings and the three long term boyfriends, who had the potential she hoped to cultivate.

The twenty-three year old Ursula, into her second year as a kindergarten teacher, realized the search wasn't going to be over soon. Leaned back on the ropes of a ring at the Amazonia, Ursula caught her breath  as she looked down at Connor, who lay out cold from a merciless right hook.
Despite all his positive qualities, Connor wasn't "right" either. Another dead end, Ursula told herself. She wanted to tell Connor it was over when he came around, but then she smiled at the bulge growing in the front of his trunks.
It can wait till the morning, thought Ursula as she retrieved the smelling salts.

"She is definitely a  cross between Venus and an Amazon," Ryan said to James, one of his friends at the Amazonia. They were both watching Ursula work out on a heavy bag. James nodded in agreement. "I forget, Ryan, are you an ass or tits man?"
"Tits."
"Well, she's gifted there."
James had encountered Ursula previously and got laid out in round five, making him warier of her than Ryan was. "You gonna try and get with her?"
"After I knock her out!" Ryan declared, getting up from the bench he'd been sitting on.
"Good hunting," James called out to him as Ryan strode toward Ursula.
"Hey, Ursula, how goes it?"
"Not bad. You?"
Ursula went on hitting the bag.
"Good. You want to fight?"
"With you?"
"And no one else."
Ursula stepped away from the heavy bag to inspect Ryan.
"Sure." she said after some consideration. "I have two rules."
"Oh yeah?" asked Ryan, staring at Ursula's chest for fifth time in two minutes.
"I fight to KOs only,"
"Fine."
"And if I knock you out...and I will...you have to go down on me when you recover."
"Great!" Ryan complied, smiling. "What if I put you out?"
"If that happens..." Ursula smiled dismissively. "You and I have a date."

"See anything you like, Ryan?"
Ryan struggled fiercely to keep his cool at seeing Ursula standing in her corner, naked except for her black boxing gloves.
"I wanted you to have something nice to dream about while you're out for the count at my feet!" she chirped. "Get a good look!"
Ryan drank in Ursula's naked body thoroughly before he spoke. "I heard that woman who boxes naked is up to no good."
"That's exactly what I'm up to!" Ursula declared, happily raising her fists.
The couple battled immediately. For a horny male at close quarters with a naked woman, who possessed just the kind of breasts he liked, Ryan did very well. He took the KO punch in round three.
When he woke, he saw Ursula rested on the ropes a few feet away.
"You all right, sweetie?" she flirted. "Cause you're going to be busy!"
She let her right glove drift to her upper thigh, directing Ryan to her pussy.
When he was able to stand, Ryan moved quickly, falling to hi knees at Ursula's feet. As his tongue probed for her clit, Ursula's upper body pressed into the ropes as the first wave of pleasure consumed her.
Pressing her gloves on the back of Ryan's head, Ursula forced his face deeper into her thighs. She verbally encouraged Ryan's efforts, which gave her orgasm after orgasm. Unsteady on her feet when she ordered Ryan to stand up, Ursula aimed her right glove at his chin.
"Thought you were going to get laid?!" Ursula taunted her unconscious lover. "Maybe sometime! Sleep tight!"

The rematch that Ryan demanded was over quickly. Clothed in trunks and a sports bra this time, Ursula bounded at Ryan when the bell clanged. For a minute, she pounded on her opponent and knocked him out cold. With little effort, she flipped Ryan over her shoulder like the goddess Diana returning from the hunt and took him home.

"You're so close, Ryan! You know that?"
Ryan dreamily kissed Ursula's smooth belly as he gently felt her breasts. "Close to what?"
"To me."
"I can't think how we could get closer."
Ryan was spent from their all night love making and only wanted to rest against Ursula's warm body.
"Could I see your driver's license, Ryan?"
"Why?"
Ryan reached down to his jeans beside the bed, took out his wallet and handed Ursula the small, laminated card. She glanced at it quickly.
"Not far away."
Ryan never saw Ursula's fist as it hooked upward to his chin. The lights went out and he flopped on the mattress. Ryan woke in his own bed, pissed off at Ursula and his weak chin.

                                  

They both felt a rush at the clang of the automatic bell.
Ryan was even angrier now, a month since spending the night with Ursula. Ursula had ignored him at the Amazonia and never responded to his text messages, until Ryan asked for a second rematch. With deep satisfaction, Ursula had watched Ryan climb into the ring.
"What was that cheap shot in your bed about?" Ryan asked. The pair were already assaulting each other. Ursula was excited by the force behind Ryan's punches.
"Cheap shot? That was a love tap! Can't you tell the difference?"
Ryan answered with a combination to her midsection.
"And you couldn't answer  simple text?"
"I was busy. I met a new guy named James!"
A hard jab popped Ryan's head back painfully. He pressed forward, firing back at Ursula.
"I hope you don't mind me getting with your buddy? I fought him before, so I thought I'd give him a test drive."
Three punches exploded on Ryan, two in his belly and the last on his jaw. His vision spun.
No!, Ryan told himself and launched a right to Ursula's head.
The blond amazon saw flashing lights. The canvas fell out from under her feet and Ursula bounced  off the ropes as she collapsed. Her entire body relaxed, leaving her weak as a kitten.
"I knew...it..." she murmured as Ryan sat her up in his arms. "I knew you were that kind..."
Eyes fluttering, Ursula's head lolled onto Ryan's arms and she was out.

Carmella

                                   


As Robert lay on his stomach, affectionately caressing Carmella's breasts, his lover felt a compulsion to punch him out.
There was no rational motivation  for this impulse. Robert had been a fun date, who paid for dinner and gave her multiple orgasms. At that moment, he was telling Carmella how much he liked her and admired her as a fighter. Carmella felt giddy with happiness.
"Hey, Rob...?"
"Yeah? What's up, honey?"
BAP!
The painful impact of Carmella's bare fist put him out instantly.
Sprawled unconscious on the mattress, Robert looked so cute to Carmella. She was happy she had followed her instinct.
Carmella checked Robert's eyes, seeing only whites. Leaping from the bed, she looked adoringly at Robert as she got dressed. The exhilaration she felt leaving Robert's house stayed with Carmella all day. She knew she'd hear from him soon.


                                                            

Carmella had always been a skinny girl, but training at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Skin art of vibrant blues and reds covered her upper body, making her attractive to men and women.
She never boxed women.
Carmella left a lot of men asleep on the canvas. And if a felled opponent was only dazed or groggy, she was not shy about a follow up cheap shot to the prone fighter's chin. The women spectators at these matches always cheered her on.
Things went differently with Robert when he asked Carmella for a match. He was pummeled for three rounds. Carmella read the pleasure Robert got from her beating him and knocked him out cold as he approached climax.
After Emma the Ref counted Robert out and declared Carmella's victory, Carmella leaned into his face. The spectators went silent, anticipating the "WHACK!" of the final punch to Robert's chin.  Instead, Carmella kissed her victim. Shock spread among the women who gathered for the match, especially Sophia, Carmella's girlfriend.

"It was nothing," explained Carmella on the subway ride back to their apartment. "He just looked so cute."
Sophia glared back, disbelieving. Early in their romance, Carmella acknowledged that she had been with men. They were "spasms," desire that came and went and only meaningful as orgasms.
"Beating up some schmuck with a raging boner and then kissing him in front of everyone isn't 'nothing'!" Sophia shot back.
Neither of them talked for the rest of the night.

  
                                                                                                                

Thoughts of Robert wouldn't leave Carmella alone. A weird happiness seized her when she saw Robert at the Amazonia or any place else. It was his image that Carmella gratified herself to when Sophia wasn't around.
Carmella's "happiness" eventually became too much for her and she had Robert in bed again. She noticed that Robert adored her body art. Or better, adored the body covered in the tattoos of brilliant red and blue.
"I want to be in you," he told her once after they spent most of the afternoon making love.
"You just were!"
"No, I mean in 'you' ! In your skin!"
Robert pressed his lips on Carmella's multicolored shoulder. "In that skin!"
"Well, Rob, I encourage you to keep trying..."

Her first thought was that Carmella was unfaithful with another woman, maybe someone at the her job managing a bakery or maybe at the Amazonia. Carmella was more attentive to Sophia in the last few weeks, letting Sophia choose what they would have for diner. And Carmella made love with renewed energy.
By chance, Sophia heard two men at the Amazonia talking about how Robert was "plugging a dyke." Enraged, she wanted to strangle Carmella. She calmed down, however, when she realized she might lose her beloved in the process.
Instead, Sophia decided to deal with Robert directly.
"End it with Carm, now!"
Sophia was calm, but forceful in tone.
"End what?" Robert snapped back.
"Messing with Carmella! She's mine!"
Robert tried self-serving realism as an approach.
"Me and Carmella aren't in love, I'm not going to steal her from you or something like that!" Robert began. "Carmella's bi and we both know it."
Sophia waited.
"Did you ever consider that she likes men, maybe even needs them from time to time? It's not unknown. Carmella likes men, also, no big..."
THUD!
WHAP!
POW!
SOCK!
Rock hard fists collided with Robert four times. The final punch made him sleep.
"I'm the only man she loves! Sophia shouted in Robert's face.
                  

Three Stories From the Amazonia

                                                   Persistence

"You really want to fight me?" Rou  asked Joseph.
They stood alone in a private ring at the Amazonia Boxing Club, on a Saturday afternoon.
"Yeah!" Joseph responded, confidently.
Rou was a body builder with a deceptively innocent looking face that distracted foes from the power coiled behind her boxing gloves. Since joining the Amazonia, Rou had left five women and five men on the canvas.
"Okay with me."
WHAP!
Joseph landed on his back, eyes shut, lower jaw hanging open comically.
Rou gave Joseph a courtesy ten count, but he was out cold.
"Dream about me, boy!" she said before leaving the ring.

Rou was not surprised to see Joseph again. His type, known as "pussy worshipers," were common at the Amazonia. Two of the men Rou defeated were in that category and turned out to be very satisfying lovers...after they got out of the hospital.
"Joe, do you want me to put you in an ICU?" asked Rou. She was close enough to her opponent to kiss him. "There's no shame in saying 'Yes' "
Joseph opened his mouth to answer when Rou embraced him. Her arms were warm and her kiss deeply sexual.
"Joe?"
"Yeah...?"
They devoured each other with their eyes.
"Good night, boy!"
POW!
Rou didn't bother with a ten count. Sprawled at her feet, Joseph was suddenly very handsome. She kissed him.

Three tries showed persistence. And horniness, Rou thought. I should give him one night for all that effort.
"Are you trying to get with me, Joseph?"
"You bet!"
Joseph sounded certain. "I like you a lot!"
"You're a nice guy, a real gentleman. But I don't feel it."
Joseph's right glove hammered Rou's belly, shocking the woman with the pain he inflicted. Joseph fled backward a few paces, terrified by what he had just done.
When Rou was able to stand and breath freely, she stalked Joseph, driving him into a turnbuckle.
"Wait, Rou, I'm sorry! I lost cont....!"
"Fucking asshole!"
The punch put Joseph in a five minute slumber.
Rou cursed him loudly for a few moments and then fell silent She stared at the inert body before her, a dreamy satisfaction radiating from Joseph's face.
"Fine! Fine!" she said between gasps of excitement. "you win!"
She kneeled beside Joseph, continuing to admit defeat.

                                                  



                               Jenni Fights Above Her Weight
   

 

Just because a guy was muscular didn't mean he was good for anything in the ring. Jenni believed that about Art, her who challenged her to a match.
Probably thinks I'm an easy victory, she thought. He'll see!
She also knew that a smaller, faster boxer can out fight a larger one, even a male. A month earlier, she had knocked Will spark out in the fourth round at the Amazonia Boxing Club.
"Sweet dreams!" she called out as Will was removed from the ring by his two girlfriends. The victory was doubly gratifying for Jenni because of well founded rumors that Will was a submissive, with an Asian girl fetish.
"He creamed himself when I put his lights out!" she told Kaylee, her second and new girlfriend, as they went to the dressing room. Both of them laughed like school girls.

Jenni did dance circles around Art in the ring. Striking with rapid and precise combinations, she then danced away, verbally taunting Art to keep up. As Jenni moved in a random half circle, Art unleashed his best weapon. The right materialized, slamming into Jenni's head. Then she lay on the canvas, control of her limbs ebbing away. She knew Art had put his entire body into that punch and that the fight was over.
All Jenni could do was look up through darkening vision at Emma the Ref calling out numbers. As her eyes closed, Jenni saw Art, tall and strong, standing a few feet away, pleased that her trip to Dreamland was underway.

 

                                                        Nina

    Nina's eyes half opened, revealing that she was still in the boxing ring. To her distress, so was Susanna, who was slowly prowling back and forth in front of her.
When Susanna started banging her boxing gloves together, Nina knew she was going to be knocked out again.
Nina and Susanna were both members of the Amazonia Boxing Club and sex partners of Kurt Sommers.. Susanna, a big-chested, long legged blond, had been with Kurt a year before he started sleeping with Nina. When Susanna heard talk in the women's locker room that Nina was bragging about "rocking Kurt's world!", she confronted her boyfriend.
"I still love you! Nina is nothing," Kurt explained, glibly. "I mean 'was nothing'!"
Susanna's nut shot ended their relationship.

"I can't believe a light weight bitch like you imagined you could win."
Nina's hearing came back mid way through Susanna's string of insults. When Nina tried to move her arms, she discovered that her rival had draped her over the top rope while Nina was out cold.
Nina didn't remember going out in round three, just a fearsome determination in Susanna's eyes, the painful impact of leather on her face, and blackness. Her opponent was right, Nina had no business being in the ring with the angry blond. Nina's entire body ached. Had Kurt's cock been worth all this? Nina smiled faintly.
"Time to wrap this up, little tramp!" Susanna announced, delivering an upper cut to Nina's chin. Nina sagged into a KO daze.
Susanna unhooked the semi conscious girl's arms, catching Nina as she sank heavily to the canvas. Susanna stood Nina up, but the battered girl wobbled dramatically.
"Nina? Anything to say before I send you back to Slumberland?"
The groggy fighter struggled to collected her thoughts and murmured, "Please...please...just knock me...out...?"
"Sure!"
Susanna tilted Nina's chin into the correct position and threw a mean-spirited right hook.
WHACK!
Nina went out on her feet. Only her lips moved, whispering "Ga nigh...daddie..."
With a laugh, Susanna nudged the girl's head with her glove.
Using the lipstick from her gym bag, Susanna wrote "SLUT!" on Nina's forehead and made an extensive digital record of her rival's humiliation.

 

The Black Eye

"Taming" was the word Dona used to describe what she liked doing to certain men. "Branding" was a more accurate term. The men she chose to make her own were not really in need of taming. They worshiped female sexuality, mostly the aggressive type. Being physically overwhelmed by a woman they were attracted to was a primal pleasure for them.
Donna instinctively knew when Jon was ready for "taming," the summer he graduated Blake Mitchell University. Being friends with his mother allowed Donna to track his time at BMU, including his two, long-term girlfriends.
Both were big breasted, statuesque blonds. Beth Ann was the cheer captain for the university baseball team. Karen was a self defense instructor for the school's female population.
"She gets rough with my boy," confided Jon's mother over coffee. "He seems to like it, I guess. They look happy."
"I bet they are." Donna said.
The news of Jon and Karen was the assurance Donna was looking for. It was just a matter of patience.

 The fun with Karen ended with their June graduation. She returned to her family farm in Emporia, Ill., leaving Jon alone and unhappy, with nothing but a business degree. One summer afternoon, Dona asked Jon if they could have lunch, so they could talk awhile.
Jon accepted and didn't think anything was wrong when Dona ordered him not tot ell his mother.
In twenty-two years on Earth, Jon had never been happier.
After blonds in his own age range, Jon loved forty plus women with long legs and full breasts. Since Jon discovered women, he had wanted "Ms. Donna," as he wanted all the women who fell under the rubric "God, I'd love to fuck her!" But when Dona actually came on to him, Jon shifted her to a different category: "God, I am going to fuck her!"

"I want to ask you something, Jon." Dona said when they sat on her bed.  Donna had spent their entire lunch feigning interest as Jon talked the loss of Karen out of his system. They drove back to Donna's house to have a beer.
Jon was curious about what Donna wanted to know.
"Have you ever been punched by a woman?"
The question startled Jon, but not because it never happened, but because Karen loved wrestling as foreplay to rough sex. Jon got used to that pretty quickly. When Jon admitted the truth, Donna asked if he enjoyed it.
"Sure." he answered, failing to sound casual.
"Did Karen hit you?"
"Yeah, a few times."

Donna yanked a duffle bag from under her bed and removed a single, black boxing glove. "You know I box, right?"

"Yeah...!" Jon's eyes went wide as he marveled at the glove Dona held in his face.

Confidently, Donna continued. “This boxing glove is special, one of my favorites. It’s for fighting dirty and other things.”

“Like?” Jon swallowed hard.

Donna handed Jon the glove and took off her shirt, revealing a pair of lovely white breasts, each adorned with pink nipples. Donna's abs were smooth and hard.

"Like knocking out certain men. Men like that kind of thing, men like you!"

Jon was already gently pawing Donna's breasts when he started to say "When did..."

"When I heard about Karen. And by the way you looked at my tits."

She picked up the glove. "This is a loaded glove for when you want to KO your opponent dishonestly. I really want to knock you out and I think you want me to do it now!"
Without speaking, Jon consented with a long kiss. When they broke their embrace, Donna began fitting the loaded glove on her right hand.

"When I punch you with this, two things will happen. First, lights out, lover boy! Instant knockout! Off to dreamland!"

Jon's breathing grew rapid and he became aroused at the core of his being.

"Second, you're gonna have a bright purple and black shiner when you come out of it! Giving men black eyes gets me so hot! And it's going to hurt, a lot! And you'll be so in love with me!"
Donna ordered Jon to kiss her boxing glove and he complied.

"Now, just look at my breasts...!" Donna purred.

What felt like a sand bag smacked Jon in the face, detonating an explosion of multi colored stars and pinwheels.

He landed on the bed, spark out cold, smiling at the erotic images dancing in his brain. Donna sat down beside him and socked Jon again in the right eye.
"Just to make sure, my love!" she told him.
Jon had a ten minute nap.

He was sat up, leaning against Donna, when he came out of it. Both of them were naked. A full length mirror stood a foot from the edge of the bed.
"Look at you! You're so cute with that black eye!"
Donna was pointing at their reflection, smiling happily. Now Jon could see himself, a dark purple half-circle on his right eye, which suddenly began to throb.
"I got you good, Jon! Did you dream about me? All the boys like you do!"
Jon nodded listlessly. Donna grabbed her IPhone from beside her and held it in front of them. "Say 'Pussy!', Jon!"
Donna snapped multiple pics of herself and the groggy male. Her favorite was of her planting a kiss on Jon's face on. "So cute!" she commented as Jon passed out.

They fucked all summer. Whenever Jon's contusion showed signs of healing, Donna "renewed" it.
During one bare knuckle match in Donna's bedroom, Jon muttered "Mommy..." after taking a knock out punch.
Jon landed his first real job in the city at the end of August, just on time for Donna to end things. She would never admit it, but Jon knew she had found another guy. To make up for his disappointment, Donna sponsored his membership at the Amazonia Boxing Club, where met a nice girl named Monique.
 

 

Kiki Enjoys Ray

"I had one guy, he had me make up my face like we'd been in a boxing match that I lost badly. I did up some bruises and a shiner on my right eye. It was all fake, but it looked like he really roughed me up."
Kiki looked for a reaction from Ray, who smiled with interest and continued to listen. But she saw the spark in his eyes.
"Then I dressed in boxing gear, gloves and everything, and lay on the bed like he'd knocked me out cold. I called him and pretended to come out it!"
"Yeah..." Ray said.
"I described how it felt to get worked over and knocked out by this guy. Then I passed out a second time and he had sex with me, the female boxer he defeated."
Kiki watched Ray playing the whole scene in his head. "Is that what you're looking for, Ray?"
Many of this potential client's buttons had been pushed, but not the main one.
"Not exactly." he answered. "I want to lose!"
"You want role play being KOed by me?"
"No, I want you to really punch me out."
Kiki knew for a fact that Ray had won and lost mixed matches at the Amazonia Boxing Club. When she asked about him in the women's locker room, four woman testified that he had given them very satisfying one offs. Why did he want to be KOed? she asked herself.
"I can do that for certain!"
They discussed the session fees and rules. Kiki always went through this part in a business like, but friendly manner. Ray paid half as they agreed and Kiki went into the more pleasurable process of gathering the details of what Ray wanted to do. Both Kiki and her clients found this a satisfying form of foreplay.
"That shouldn't be a problem, Ray. In fact, I think it will be very enjoyable."

In the last four years, Kiki's acting career had picked up steadily. Lots of commercial work, bit parts on sit coms, and even the voice of Mrs. Santa Claus in a children's Christmas movie. But I love this!, she thought, unpacking her duffle bag in Ray's bedroom. Hitting men feels so good!
"Ready, sweet heart?" Kiki chirped to Ray, who sat on his bed.
"Yep!" he replied, like a child about to receive a long anticipated birthday gift. He quickly shifted onto the floor, back against the mattress. Taking off her one piece bathing suit, Kiki revealed her large, beautiful tits. Bending down, she gave Ray a long look at them and then playfully rubbed her breasts in his face.
 "You like that?"
There was a smothered "YES!"
"Good. I wanted you to have something nice to dream about."
Siting in front of Ray, Kiki pulled back her fist.
On impact, stars exploded everywhere. Ray felt a prickly pain and then a sinking sensation. The room went dark, but he could still see Kiki through the bright lights swirling in his eyes.
"You not asleep yet, boy?"
Kiki gave the dazed male a long, deep kiss.
"That was your good night kiss, lover!"
Her fist went back farther this time, fingers clinched tighter. "Dream about me!"
The second detonation flung Ray into darkness. For a few moments, he heard Kiki ask if he creamed himself and then that vanished. Ray was out cold.

 

 

"Come on, boy, you can do it one more time!"
Ray opened his eyes slowly, taking in the bare chested Kiki, now wearing a pair of black boxing gloves. With the right glove, already covered in cum, Kiki was aggressively masturbating Ray's purple erection. Through the pain in his face, Ray felt the pleasure of orgasms Kiki had already given him seep through.
An intense rush fired in Ray's loins and he ejaculated on himself a fourth time.
"I knew you could, Ray!" Kiki whispered in his ear. "You in love with me?"
As groggy as he was, Ray nodded strongly.
"After all those orgasms, I hope so!"
Letting Ray savor the afterglow of the climax she brought him to, Kiki got up and checked on the digital camera that recorded the entire session. A bonus she provided to guys she really liked.
"Ready for round two, honey?"
Kiki landed a left hook with the clean glove.
WAP!
Ray fell completely in love with Kiki. There was no one on earth but Kiki and himself.
Kiki gave Ray a ten count for the camera and lifted him onto his bed. Adjusting the camera to record her client in his new position, Kiki felt she could love Ray. Well, there was a possibility, anyway.

Ray did have erotic dreams for the five minutes he was out cold. The women he fucked kept changing. Kiki shifted into Cathy, who bled into Jennifer Lopez, who became his last girlfriend, Amelia, who was Kerry Washington.

"Which did you like it better with? Bare knuckle or glove on?"
This was a break in their coupling. Ray was on his back, physically spent, with Kiki on her side, fondling his half-erect penis.
"Christ, you were so sexy with your bare fist about to slug me!" Ray admitted, exchanging a kiss with Kiki. "But a woman in boxing gloves always gets me hard!"
"So I saw!"
For forty minutes they had sex after Ray came around, Kiki kept her boxing gloves on. Just before climax, she would whisper "I'm gonna knock you out!" in Ray's ear. He would have violent orgasms.
"I think I'm in love with you, Kiki!" Ray declared with all the sincerity he could muster.
Kiki gawked at him momentarily and then smiled. Every now ans then a client made this kind of admission.
"No, Ray, you're not. We just had incredible sex and I made one of your deepest fantasies a reality. You think the pleasure you're feeling is love, but its just coitus."
"But its not just..."
"Shhh! No!' She silenced Ray by pressing her middle finger to his lips. "You paid me to fuck you stupid and I did. You're not thinking straight."
She leaped from the bed and started to dress.
"It's for real! I'm serious!"
Nodding her head in agreement, Kiki tied her sneakers. "You know, I'd usually punch you out to give you a lesson about love."
She kissed Ray again, against her better judgement, because, deep down, Kiki liked him a lot.
"But you'd propose marriage when you woke up."
He fell back heartbroken on the bed, his head turned from Kiki.
"Ray?" she purred affectionately.
"Yes?" He turned back to her.
WAP!
Ray never knew, until he woke much later, what hit him.
Kiki applied some lipstick and left a lip print on Ray's cheek.
"See you soon, lover..." she said and walked out of Ray's apartment.

 

Miranda's Lesson - The Conclusion

Since they were in elementary school, Rosalind was protective of her little sister, Miranda, warning her off certain boys. Miranda always went after them.
Rosalind Li was already married and owned a successful ice cream parlor franchise. She was annoyed that Miranda was making all the same mistakes, but this time with results worse than the routine broken heart.

 

Her first step was simple: beat up Rich. Rosalind felt he didn't deserve a public trouncing at the Amazonia Boxing Club, since Rich was the personification of the men that made Miranda miserable.

This was going to be personal for Rosalind, almost intimate.

Rosalind tracked Rich, observing when he came home, alone or with a woman and when he left in the morning. On Wednesdays, he came home alone and stayed in.
Rich was about to unlock his apartment door when the hall way lights went out. Rich cursed and fumbled with his keys.
"Hello Rich!" a female voice said in the dark. It was clear and assertive and very near Rich.
"Who the fuck are you?" demanded Rich.
Rosalind slugged Rich in the gut. A combination to his head painfully disoriented Rich, who groaned loudly. Rosalind took a deep breath and released a torrent of punches on her victim. Unable to see his attacker, who had him pinned on the wall, Rich felt hard fists rain all over him.
When Rosalind finally stopped, Rich, semi-conscious, sank to the floor, his face and body throbbing in agony.
"Can you hear me, asshole?!" she demanded.
Rich made a barely audible grunt.
"Good. This was for Miranda and because you need to learn manners!"
Rosalind hauled Rich to his feet. "Good night!"
The impact of the right hook seemed to last forever. When the pain disappeared, it took consciousness with it. Rosalind pointed the beam of a small flashlight on Rich's battered body.
"Okay, you're out!"

While Rosalind and her husband ate breakfast Thursday morning, local news played on the kitchen stereo.
"Responding to an anonymous phone call, police and EMTs found a local man, aged 32, unconscious after an apparent assault in the hallway of his apartment!" the announcer said.
"Hey sweetie, what are you laughing at?" her husband asked, sipping his coffee.
"The man was rushed to Blake Mitchell University Hospital. Doctors say he will eventually make a full recovery."
"Nothing." Rosalind replied, sweetly.

These were the matches that Emma the Ref wished her friend Desiree would avoid. KOed cold was how Desiree usually finished fights instigated by the enraged girlfriends of the women, and sometimes men, she seduced.
But an avenging sister was a new wrinkle, Emma admitted.
Desiree had accepted Rosalind's challenge casually. She was pleased Rosalind was out to avenge her sister, because Desiree had every intention of knocking out Rosalind, also.

 

From the start, the fighters were locked in an embrace of punches. While Desiree could move faster, Rosalind was taller and younger. She pounded on Desiree, feeling the way she did in elementary school, beating up girls from the lower grades.
"I pray this hurts, saobi!" Rosalind sneered as she worked Desiree's body. There was real pleasure seeing the little heart breaker flinch from every punch.
"Too bad your partner in double teaming Miranda isn't here to see this!"
A hard upper cut cracked into Desiree's chin.
"But he's still in a hospital bed, which is where you're headed tonight!"
Rosalind pummeled Desiree's belly.
The next punch was a blur to Desiree. She never saw it arrive. Her head snapped sideways and Desiree stood still, half sagging on her feet, deep in a KO daze. Desiree looked on dopily while her opponent walked the stunned fighter to the ropes. The ringside crowd broke into cheers of encouragement for Rosalind.

"If you can hear me, you little jiànhuò, it's time for you to sleep! See this!?"
She held her right fist in Desiree's face. This fist about to put you out. Kiss it!"
Desiree didn't have to be told twice. If a short nap on the canvas was going to take away her pain, she was all for it. Desiree pressed her lips on the glove.
The impact of the punch fragmented reality and when it reformed, Desiree could barely stand. Rosalind stepped back and hit Desiree's mid section. Bent forward, Desiree made a crying-moan. Rosalind fired a brutal upper cut.

That last punch crossed Desiree's eyes comically. The pain faded away as she lost consciousness, giving Desiree a few seconds to remember her first time with Peter. She loved him even then.
Desiree never felt her body strike the canvas. Emma started the ten count, certain her friend's lights were out.
Emma glanced at Rosalind, whop beamed happiness with Desiree's public destruction.
"Winner by a complete KO, Rosalind!"
The victor made one turn around the ring, gloves over her head. Then Rosalind stepped from the ring to embrace her younger sister as Emma and Peter carried Desiree to the recovery room.