Luisa the Rough

Luisa knew Jon was a "Gentle" by the way he looked over her breasts: with a longing that combined sexual arousal and submission. She had dealt with men like Jon before and knew what he was after.
Like all Gentles, Jon was attracted to women who would beat him unconscious in a fight. Luisa was a Rough, the aggressive half of Jon's sexual equation. Her greatest sexual gratification came from knocking Gentles like Jon out cold.
They talked for a long time when they met at a pool party. Luisa wore a skimpy white bikini that contrasted vividly with her dark brown skin. She twisted her hips in his direction as she laughed at his jokes, making sure Jon noticed her eyes playing over the front of his bathing suit.
"Ever box, Jon?" Luisa asked him, when they changed the topic of conversation from music to working out. Already she was imagining Jon in his boxing trunks, sprawled out on his back, slumbering at her feet.
"Yeah, I train at Peter's gym."
Peter was Jon's friend and Luisa's trainer and the host of the party. He had introduced the couple a few minutes earlier.
Jon was wondering where in the big house he could screw Luisa. Jon offered her a second glass of wine.
"No thank you," Luisa said, easing the glass from Jon's hand. "Wine makes me act stupid."
She took a long, slow swallow and smiled at Jon. "Ever fight a girl?"
"Yes, a few.."
"How did it go?" she asked after her second swallow.
"Great!" Jon's voice was so loud it made them both laugh. "I got clobb...I did okay. I'm always hesitant to hit a girl at the start of each fight."
"I bet you do."

Jon arrived at Luisa's house late on a Saturday, carrying only a back pack loaded with his boxing gear and a change of cloths, as Luisa instructed him.
Luisa lead him by the arm down a long hallway to the entrance of her basement gym. Jon's attention shifted from Luisa, who wore black speedos and a dark grey T-shirt adorned with images of Batgirl, Wonder Woman and Supergirl, to the framed pictures of male fighters, prone on the boxing ring canvas. In the lower corner of almost all the portraits was a red Valentine sticker.
"Who are they?"
"Men I've boxed!"
"They're all on their backs." noted Jon.
"I knock every guy out."
Jon felt a rush. "Those heart stickers?"
Luisa tugged him down the steps. "They performed very well."

Luisa was already in her corner when Jon entered the ring from the changing room.
"Tie up my gloves Jon!"
Luisa pulled off her T-shirt as Jon approached, revealing her smooth brown shoulder and arms. As Jon slowly laced her boxing gloves, he looked down Luisa's athletic top, adoring the roll of Luisa's breasts as they surged out at him.
"Good job, Jon!" She punched him in the shoulder. "Let's go!"
Luisa liked that Jon gave her a good fight, unlike many Gentles who exposed their head, egar for her to dispatch them to dreamland.
Jon clearly liked the physical contact fighting a woman entailed. A few times he pinned Luisa against the ropes or on the turnbuckle and worked her body. The punches didn't hurt her much and she always fought herself free of his assault.
As they boxed, Luisa kept calling "a good, sexy little Gentle"; that she knocked guys like him out before breakfast. By the the third round, she could see Jon was waring out; some of his punches missed and he kept pulling her into clinches after a barrage of devastating punches.
"You ready, Jon?" Luisa taunted, slugging her opponents twice, with brutal precision in the midsection, followed by a devastating right hook. Jon staggered a few paces, arms barely raised. Jon searched with groggy desperation for the female voice he'd heard before lighting struck him.
"You're ready...."
Luisa pasted a left on Jon's chin. Jon saw a second flash of painful white light and stood flat footed in front of Luisa, blabbering incoherently.
"Three punches and its all over, honey stick!" Luisa kissed the dazed male and tilted his head straight.
"The first punch makes you stupid!" she purred at the vulnerable gentle.
WHAP!!!
The leather of her glove smacked Jon's right jaw. Luisa was now a goddess to Jon: a virgin-warrior-seductress.
"The second punch makes you sleepy!"
POW!!
Darkness seeped into Jon's brain and he sagged onto the ropes, knees bent and eyes just slits of white.
Laughing joyously, Luisa pulled Jon back on his feet.
"The last punch....Jon sweetie...knocks you out!"
BAM!!
The savage upper cut popped Jon's head back, putting him instantly to sleep. He stood swaying for a few seconds as river seemed to gush through his body. Jon thudded to the canvas, unmoving, in a deep slumber.

Jon came to naked on Luisa's bed. Luisa was wearing nothing but red lace panties.
"Did your dreams come true, Gentle?" she whispered, brushing the hair from his face.
"Yeee..sss..." Jon felt weary and satisfied from the beating Luisa had administered. Looking at her full tits, with their purple aureoles, sexual love stirred in him again.
They spent the afternoon making love. Jon felt consumed by Luisa's body and the pleasure he received from it. Kissing her thighs and arms, giving her cunnilingus, penetrating her multiple times, Jon exhausted himself with adoration for Luisa.
The sun had almost set when Jon woke a second time. Luisa was brushing her hair in front of her mirror, having added a red bra to her panties.
She walked over to Jon, who stood and embraced her in long kiss.
"I always get the best sex from men I've obliterated in the ring," Luisa remarked.
"Luisa, there's something I want to do before I go."
"Sure, Gentle, what is it?" Luisa was happy not to have to chase Jon out. She wanted to hit the clubs alone tonight.
"Just this."
WHAP!!!
Jon's right hook jerked Luisa around 180 degrees. Her eyes wide with shock, quickly shut and Luisa's body fell against Jon's bare chest, her cheek on his shoulder.
He grabbed her waist and tilted the girl backward slightly. Her head went back, revealing a jaw slack in utter unconsciousness.
Jon sat Luisa on the bed, where she let out a wayward moan and dropped on her back. Jon lifted her feet onto the sheets and pulled the inert girl boxer onto the pillow. Luisa was serenely asleep.
After dressing, Jon placed a thorn less rose he'd retrieved from his back pack by Luisa's head. He quickly scribbled his number on a slip of paper and put it under the rose. Kissing his lover, Jon closed the bedroom door quietly as he left.