Milla

Rob landed on the canvas after his girlfriend, Jenny. Both had been knocked out while boxing Milla. The first bout was between the women. While Rob watched with anticipation, Milla worked Jenny over until the smaller girl was slumped against the ropes, groggy and moaning.
Milla planned to talk trash to Rob before putting him to sleep, but she punched and slugged Jenny in relative silence, her facial expression ferociously seductive as she wore Jenny down, prepping for the knockout.
Even though she was semi conscious, Jenny was excited at being beaten senseless by Milla. Jenny's trainer, Peter, recommended Milla to take care of what the couple wanted, needed really.
Jenny and Rob had fought each other to knockouts and that had been incredibly satisfying. But Rob wanted to see his lover laid out by another female and then lose to the same fighter himself. Deep in her soul, Jenny craved defeat and domination by a girl like Milla.

Milla tilted the dazed Jenny's chin into the right position with the underside of her boxing gloves.The right fist arched back.
"All right, pretty girl, time to finish you off!"
The endearment "pretty girl" flared excitement in Jenny, who savored the wave of horniness for the seconds it took for the punch to tag the point of of her chin. The blackness of complete sleep consumed Jenny and she landed on her back at Milla's feet.
Rob hung on the ropes , poised to leap into the ring when Milla finished the ten count. Then Milla knelt over the fallen boxer and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips, tenderly cradling Jenny's head in her gloved hands.
Rob sprinted into the ring as Milla, according to their arrangement, left the room.

Thirty minutes later Milla returned. Rob was just settling Jenny on the large air mattress outside the ring, adjusting Jenny's foxy boxing trunks to their proper place.
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
"I'm going to fuck you up good!" promised Milla as she adjusted to Velcro straps on Rob's gloves. "You're going to join your slut girlfriend in dreamland! It will be a pleasure knocking your ass out!"
They touched gloves and a pounding right hook spun Rob into a corkscrew. His body quickly unraveled and Rob felt everything drop into darkness.
Milla gave him a ten count and admired the erection in his shorts as it sprouted upward.

Milla enjoyed sex with men, but she emotionally oriented toward women.
When Jenny regained consciousness, she was too bruised and sore for sex, so Milla and Rob spent Saturday night together. It wasn't like being with Jenny, but the first two of Rob's orgasms made Milla so drunk with pleasure that Milla took him into herself greedily.
While Rob slept through Sunday morning, Milla woke Jenny and rubbed lotion on her bruises. Milla took digital pics of the dark purple shiner on Jenny's right eye. Gently Milla kissed the wound and Jenny pulled her into the bed.

Milla said her good byes on Sunday evening. She gave Ron a solid upper cut after they kissed. Rob dropped into the couch he and Jenny stood in front of.
Milla embraced Jenny and they kissed one long minute.
WHAP!
The right hook fell low on Jenny's jaw. Milla caught her in her arms and deposited her next to Rob.