Ursula's Back!

Ursula was out of Sam's life for six years when she strutted through the Amazonia Boxing Club, dressed in a high cut, black, one piece bathing suit.
Some things about her had changed, but the important features that Sam kept in his memory were unaltered.
Ursula had reached 42 with her legs long and smooth and her breasts still generous and firm. Her dyed blond hair was still cut short to her head.
But Sam also noted some changes to his former live-in girlfriend; primarily that she was a lot richer then when Ursula left him.
A limousine driven by a tall, beautiful, elegantly uniformed Asian girl named Kitsune brought Ursula to and from the Amazonia. Kitsune also served as a valet, carrying Ursula's boxing gear into the women's locker rooms, standing in her corner when her mistress fought and having her change of cloths when the match was over. It was Kitsune who told Max Ursula wanted to see him.

Kitsune lead him to the dressing room Ursula was using after a match that afternoon.
"Sam, did you see my fight?" asked Ursula as if six years weren't between them.
"Sure, Ursula, nice to see you again..."
Lust flared in Sam as it always did when Ursula stressed her Danish accent.
"They had to carry her out of the ring, when I was done with her...Desiree was the little girl's name..."
Sam had witnessed the match, that was four rounds of Ursula pounding the young girl and a fifth dedicated to knocking her out. Desiree's first real boxing match had been with Sam. He had also knocked the beginner out cold, but he enjoyed the night they spent together after the bout. They stayed friends since then and seeing Desiree unconscious in the recovery room just made Sam madder at Ursula.
"What do you want?" Sam asked.
"I want to fight a guy. You remember how fun that was for both of us?" Ursula's eyes narrowed on Sam. "Let's have a match up?!"
"No!"
"Why not?"
Sam's response was flat "You ditched with no regard for how I felt, for some rich asshole!"
"I think you'd still fuck me, Sam?" Ursula purred. "Fighting me should be easy for you."
"I don't want to fight you!" Sam turned for the door, but Kitsune grabbed his shoulder and turned him back.
"I can make you want to fight me," taunted Ursula, raising her fists playfully.
"Forget it!"
"Be that way..."
Sam saw Ursula clinch her face in anticipation as her right fist sailed at him
THWAP!!!
Sam dropped unconscious into Kitsune's extended arms.
"Excellent punch, mistress!" the valet said.
"Thank you, Kitsune." Ursula lifted her former lover's legs and the pair carried him out of the dressing room.

Sam enjoyed the rain that was falling all over him. He ignored the girls' laughter until he realized he wasn't dreaming any longer. His eyes opened completely, revealing ten women in various states of undress at the entrance to the women's shower. They were giggling loudly. Sam saw the shower spraying down on him and then noticed his jeans were down at his knees and his penis cradled in his right hand.
Struggling to pull up his jeans, Sam got to his feet, slipping a few times and escaped the women's locker room.

The bout between Sam and Ursula was the best attended in the Club's history. Most of the guys laughed at the story of Sam passing out after jacking off in the shower, but deep down they wanted Ursula to be publicly knocked out in a boxing ring. The women who found Sam naked giggled every time the incident was mentioned, but they were also moved by the magnitude of Sam's manhood.
"And that was just prone!" one observed.

A thrill passed through Sam when Ursula wore the same black one piece for their fight that she had on when she sucker punched him. It was also the identical suit she wore they day they broke up. Sam and Ursula had been together for three years, when Ursula started coming home late, completely exhausted. When Ursula was confronted, she explained shamelessly that she had found another man, older and richer than Sam.
They argued for a few days until Ursula suggested they use the method they usually did for settling relationship problems: the boxing ring. If she lost, Ursula stayed with Sam. If she won, she was free. The fight was too a knock out.
At the end of three rounds, Sam was out cold on the canvas. Ursula gave her lover a kiss and stroked his purple erection before walking out of the ring and his life.

"When this match is over," Ursula whispered coyly to Sam as they hammered each other, "After you wake up, of course, I'm going to own you mind and body!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
For the first few minutes, Ursula's rights and lefts were like hammers falling all over Sam's body. His head shot left to right from Ursula's shots until her from the hip upper cut put him on the ropes. A left-right gut shot emptied Sam's lungs. Between surges of agony, he gulped down mouthfuls of air. Ursula felt pity for her opponent.
"Now, Sam." she hissed like a demon. "No I knock you out!"
Sam was lifted inches into the air by Ursula's second upper cut. Reality switched to black and Sam heard a loud rattle when he struck the canvas.
Emma and Kitsune carried Sam out after the ten count he never heard. Ursula strutted out behind them, fists raised abover her head. Kitsune giggled at the erection rigid in Sam's trunks.

Sam came around after ten minutes.
"Hey lover, you're back! Did you miss me?"
Sam's eyes focused on Ursula, who sat beside his bed. A few paces behind was Kitsune, who smiled at Sam.
When he was able, Sam got to his feet, with the help of the two women. In the parking lot, Ursula stopped Sam before he got in his car.
"Seeing you agai...all beat up and unconscious..made me wonder Sam..."
Ursula touched Sam's face and they kissed. "Do you want to ..pick up where we left off?"
They kissed again, longer and deeper. "What about your husband?" asked Sam.
"Reg and I divorced," Ursula explained. "I need a new...man in my life."
"Sure we can!" Max agreed.
"I figured that..Kitsune..."
The Asian girl landed a chop to Sam's neck. His body jerked stiff. Kitsune delivered a second blow and Sam crumpled into her arms.
"Perfect." Ursula stated. The pair carried Sam to the limo and carefully placed him in the backseat.
"Mistress,may I share Mr. Sam with you?"
"Of course my sweet, in due time."
Ursula saw slight dissapointment wash on Kitsune's face.
"And that won't be long. You know I share everything with you, Kitsune."
The womens' lips joined in a long kiss.
"Yes, Mistress, I do."
Kitsune placed her chaufeer's cap happily on her head.

Satan's Angels - Part Three

Dressed in bright red boxing gear, Scarlet Vixen was sprawled unmoving on the canvas. She faced the ceiling, but didn't notice the lights because of the profound knockout she was experiencing, induced by Satan's Angels member Aria Evans. Emma counted the Vixen out as slowly as she could, but it was clear to her and everyone else who witnessed the match that the Vixen would be out for awhile.
Aria strutted around the ring, deliberately giving a leg show to the two men in Vixen's corner, Zack Hollander and Max. Zack was anxious for the count to reach ten so he could revive the Vixen, who was his girlfriend. As he watched the toned, statuesque black girl stride with both fists above her head, Max felt bad for Scarlet Vixen although he believed she was asking for the trouncing Aria had given her. Both men had pleaded with the Vixen not to box Aria, who had a height advantage.
"Ten!....You are out!!"
Vixen was still unconscious when the two men carried her back to her corner, but she moaned as her head lolled back and forth. Zack began massaging his girl's neck as Max handed him the smelling salts. Max watched Aria call for another challenger.
"Enough beating up puny, stupid girls! Will any man take me on!" Aria shouted, lustfully scanning the spectators for prey as she leaned forward on the upper rope. "Who is gonna grow a pair and fight me!?"
Vixen had been Aria's fourth victim at the Friday Night All Comers Match at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Aria was the reigning champion for the last three months. She was also Satan's Angels technology and combat expert. Scarlet Vixen took upon herself to bring in one of the Angels and confronted Aria, hoping to knock the bad girl out and bring her to Justice Force HQ.
"No! NO! Zack..keep going..." Vixen burbled as she returned from dreamland.
Sweet girl, Max thought. But not up to this.
"I'll fight you, Aria!" Max answered, walking up to her. "And I'll knock you out on that fine ass of yours!"
Aria turned to her new opponent and grinned broadly at Max.
"That your girlfriend I hospitalized last round?" Max caught a glimpse of Zack and Emma the Ref easing the groggy Vixen out of the ring.
"No, she's just a friend. You have friends, right?"
"Lots!"

Max took no chances with Aria after watching her clobber four challengers: he wore his loaded gloves. One correctly landed punch would level the mocha skinned bad girl.
Aria moved swiftly and counter punched faster than Max. And as the match went on, he wanted sex with Aria more and more. And that smile....
WHAM!!
Max never saw the left hook that bashed his jaw. There was, suddenly, total darkness and reality flicked on to Emma the Ref calling out "SIX!" Max felt glued to the canvas and pulling himself up seemed to take hours.
All right Aria Evans! Max told himself. Pleasant dreams!
Max and Aria brawled furiously for a minute. Max faked with his right and hammered a left upper cut to Aria's chin. He delivered three more shots in the same spot, sending Aria into a daze. When she landed on the ropes, gloves only partially raised, Max closed in to finish the fight.
Aria crouched in pain from a gut shot and Max straightened her up with a powerful right upper cut.
Aria's eyes were wide and glassy. Max judged how much force to give his final punch, knowing the loaded gloves would do most of the work. He let go of a hay maker that exploded on Aria's face, a loud "THWACK" filling the gym.
Light vanished from Aria's brain and her eyes clicked shut. The bad girl was out cold before landing face down on the canvas.

While waiting for Aria to recover, Max called the infirmary to check on Scarlet Vixen. "Vixen is conscious and resting," Zack told him. "She wants you to bring Aria in immediately."
Max said he'd have in custody by the morning. Zack responded with a short laugh. Max ignored it and said he'd see Zack at the hospital.
Max felt glad to have Scarlet Vixen off the case, even temporarily. The Vixen was a sincere girl, he had decided, who wanted to do everything herself. That Zack has risked going into Justice Force HQ to be by her side showed how strongly Zack felt for the Vixen. Very soon she was going to steer Zack away from crime and to the altar.
Cathy Hazlitt, currently being debriefed by Justice Force's Reform and Probation Office, was another matter. She'd be a very comfortable girlfriend, with the added benefit of being on the right side of the law.
"Well, look who's here to see if I'm okay!"
Max glanced up and saw Aria's smiling face. "You're the first man ever to put me down in the ring!"
Max asked Aria how she was feeling. "Don't worry, I could go another twenty rounds. How about you?!"
"Definitely!"

Max could have sworn Aria was a member of the Amazon Sisterhood if her file didn't give her place of birth as Camden, N.J. Max loved athletic girls, they had energy in their hips to burn!
All night long Aria called him Sugar, especially during orgasm. No was they lay blissfully winded, Aria said she needed refilling. "Wow!" Max blurted.
Aria let out a giggle. "I meant the champagne, you horn dog!"
"Just a sec."
Max leaped from the bed, grabbing Aria's plastic cup and went into the kitchenette. Filling both glasses, he dropped a tiny pill in Aria's. It dissolved quickly.
"Drink up!" Max ordered as he handed her the plastic cup. The bad girl focused her bedroom eyes on Max and placed the cup on the floor.
"When we were boxing, I didn't see what a big man you are, Sugar!"
"But you've learned better now?"
"Yes i have!"
Aria caressed Max's neck, drawing him closer for another kiss. "And the bigger they are, Sugar...!"
CHUNK!!
Aria chop cracked on Max's neck. He went down on her chest, out cold.

Satan's Angels - Part two

Justice force didn't remove Max from the Satan's Angels assignment. The gang had alluded a number of agents, both male and female. But he was given a partner: Athena Holt, known as Scarlet Vixen.
"Cathy Hazlitt is perfect for you, Max," said Scarlet Vixen as she and her new co-worker reviewed the Cathy Hazlitt file. "A big blond, aggressive, reported to be a man crazy ditz."
Athena Holt had been recruited from the Amazon Sisterhood and greatly disliked Max's attitude toward women. "This should be an easy collar for you."
The sarcastic emphasis on "should" grated Max.

The file picture of Cathy Hazlitt failed the actual woman, whose smile, continually flashed across the ring at Max, illuminated her face. That illumination nearly dimmed the sparkle of her deep blue eyes.
The blond hair was fake, Max decided, but Cathy's long legs weren't.
Max settled on an early, possibly second round, knockout for Cathy. Scarlet Vixen allowed Max to make the arrest himself after he mentioned his friendship with the Vixen's boyfriend, Zack Hollander, a career thief she'd been seeing for more than a year. A word to Justice Force about the affair and Scarlet Vixen would be fired and sent back to the Amazons in disgrace.
Cathy wasn't as careful with men as Roxanna; Cathy liked them too much. Max started talking to her at the Amazonia and within a week they scheduled a private bout. For Cathy, mixed boxing was foreplay, that sometimes culminated in one of the two participants unconscious on the canvas. In the midst of a second round clinch, Max wondered what her role in Satan's Angels was. The she was a competent boxer and could likely shot a gun, but he knew he could knock her cold whenever he felt like doing it.
Okay, honey pot, Max thought. Say goodnight to Papa!
Max's right swung upwards and collided with Cathy's chin. Following instantly was his left, forcefully punishing the girl's jaw.
Cathy reached her arms into the air around her, futilely trying to steady the boxing ring that was turning somersaults. Max's third blow, a merciless right hook to the head froze Cathy in place. She burbled the word "big..." as the ring flew up around her.
Max knelt by the unmoving girl and rolled her on her back. Thumbing her eyelids, Max saw nothing but whites. A content smile nestled on Cathy's face. The knock out was complete.

The opening notes of "The Entertainer" played inside Max's duffel bag. He retrieved his smart phone and saw Scarlet Vixen was calling.
"Hey Scarlet...Ms. Vixen, of course, I apologize...have I made the collar? No, not yet, but I'm very close..." Max glanced at the supine blond, her legs open in a "V" and her gloved hands resting among the long hair that formed a halo around her head. "I've got Cathy Hazlitt right where I want her! Soon, very soon... I'm losing you Ms Scarlet..."
Max turned off his smart phone.

Cathy stretched out on the bed like a sleepy cat and hugged Max's neck. He turned his head to her and they kissed tenderly. Overnight, Max discovered what exactly Cathy did in the Satan's Angels operation plan: seduce and subdue. Max was already more than half in love with her. And in one of the rare moments in her 25 years on Earth, Cathy had fallen completely in love with him.
Cathy jolted awake from the smelling salts Max waved under her nose, asking a few times who she was and who Max was and if she could have another banana split before her head cleared. Then she wanted time alone with Max.
Max went to the hotel lobby and retrieved some coffee and danish for him and Cathy. As they ate breakfast on the bed, Cathy asked,"Max can I tell you something?"
"Sure!"
"I feel like I'm...you know.. in love with you!"
Max smiled and kissed her, reaching with his free hand under the bed.
"And second?" he asked.
"Second...I need some more!"
Max sat back and held to Cathy's face the small cell phone he placed under the bed when they arrived. Pressing "SEND" expelled a stream of KO gas in Cathy's face. The girl let out a gasp and felt light headed.
She sighed and fell back on the bed, completely asleep.

"You took all night to accomplish this?" Scarlet Vixen asked, looking down as the still slumbering Cathy Hazlitt was rolled by, secure in a gurney. Two attendants loaded her onto a Justice Force transport.
"I was trying to get information from her," Max explained. "To penetrate the gang's operations."
"Clearly!" Scarlet Vixen said sarcastically. "With emphasis on the 'penetration.' "
"Look. I want you to go easy on Cathy in your report," Max requested with all the humility he could fabricate. "She's just a horny, confused kid. Recommend her for the Reform and Rehabilitation project. For me?"
"Well, Cupid's arrow finally found Max!" Scarlet Vixen mocked. "No problem, but I need something in return."
"What?"
"I'm with you every step of the way when you close in on Aria Evans, Satan's Angels technical expert."
"Fine," agreed max. "Whatever."

Satan's Angels - Part One

Max started with Roxanna and that was a mistake. If Max thought out his mission to capture Satan's Angels, a three woman gang headed by Roxanna, he would have gone after Cathy Hazlitt, the gang's weak link.
But Roxanna was a curvy, raven haired beauty, with full red lips and massive tits. Cathy Hazlitt and the third gang member, Aria Evans, were both well endowed. But Roxanna's chest redefined "bombshells" and Max was fascinated with the bad girl.
Justice Force, who hired Max to bring Satan's Angels to justice, provided an extensive profile of the gang. All three trained at the Amazonia Boxing Club, so Max joined and began cultivating Roxanna's company.
She was careful talking to strangers, especially men. A match challenge could easily turn into a one night fling what could also be a trap. However, she did like Max's build and the intensity in his eyes. Hormones got ahead of Roxanna's brain and she reserved one of the club's private rings for her and Max one Friday night.
Max agreed to fight to a knockout, so he examined Roxanna for a weak spot. He looked for a sign of a glass jaw but his eyes always went back to her chest. Originally he planned to knock her cold and then haul her to Justice Force HQ, but decided to hold off on an arrest until he found out what kind of fuck Roxanna was.
It came as no surprise that Roxanna flirted as aggressively as she fought.
"Kind of stiff already!" she taunted when her nut shot missed its target and only grazed Max's erection. As Max stepped back instinctively, he looped a right hook to Roxanna's jaw.
"YES!!" he thought when he saw Roxanna's eyes roll up in her head. For one moment, Roxanna stood flat footed, arms dangling, mouth open. As she tilted toward the canvas, her eyelids fluttered and closed.
Max counted out the unmoving bad girl and then sat her against the ropes, gently slapping her face.
"You okay, Roxanna?" he asked when she was awake. Roxanna took some time to focus, while she looked at Max like she had never seen him before in her life.
"...yeah...and you...?"
"I'm fine."
"Good." Roxanna said and her right fist shot up, colliding with Edward's chin. Stars showered every where and Max went down, his face slapping Roxanna's bare thigh.

Max woke in the bedroom of Roxanna's safe house. When Satan's Angels weren't using the apartment as a hideout, Roxanna took men there when she needed to get laid.
"Hey, honey stick, you still dreaming?"
A surge of lust evaporated the fog that lingered in Max's brain. She spoke tenderly, fondling Max's dick. She promised him one night only, but one he would never forget.
When a guy really stoked Roxanna, which Max did, Roxanna fucked like a jack hammer, plunging into her orgasms. Half way through the night, an exhausted Max admitted to dying to know what Roxanna was like in bed.
"I haven't shown half of what I can do to you!" she whispered in his ear and proceeded to consume what was left of her lover's physical stamina.
Late the next morning, Max woke completely spent and completely in love.
"Come here, you horn dog!" Roxanna said when she stepped from the shower into her bedroom. She and Max embraced and kissed. Max decided it was time to take Roxanna in.
Max, before you leave, could you do something special for me?"
"Anything, Rox!" he answered, surveying the best place to land the KO neck chop. The bad girl had pulled back her 36 HH breast, revealing the smooth white skin of her chest.
"Kiss between my tits, it's a fetish I have! I love when men do that!"
Max pressed his face between Roxanna's breasts, loving the way her just washed skin felt on his lips.
Roxanna released her right tit.
WHAP!!
The tit's impact dazed Max and he sagged against Roxanna's chest.
WHOMP!
The left breast swung against the back of MAx's head, crossing his glassy eyes and making his legs rubber. He slid the length of Roxanna's naked belly and hips and stopped at her pussy when his wobbly knees touched the floor.
Roxanna stepped back, supporting Max's head with the palm of her hand."Say good night to mamma!" she cooed to him.
"Ga...nih...ma...ma...."
Chunk!
Roxanna's judo chop put out Max's lights.

Max woke in his own bed this time. Naked, he sat up, his vision spinning. Looking down he saw a blue ribbon tied to his penis.
"Bitch!" he murmured.