Robin

She was a small girl in her early 20s, inches shorter than most of the men at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Dark eyes and full lips drew male attention from Robin's lean, strong body and small breasts. After a few minutes their vision lowered and they speculated to themselves what sex with Robin would be like. If they faced Robin in the ring, they wondered why she took up boxing. Studying her face and brown, flirty pony tail that bounced around her shoulders, Max knew the reason. Robin's eyes peered up at her opponent and seemed to say "Now!" with longing.

Robin did the best she could against Max. After three rounds of battering each other, Max keeping the enthused Robin in check, the girl was knocked out cold. The punches were two short, crisp shots to the face. Robin's eyes closed as her head rocked side to side and she did a sudden el foldo like a collapsing puppet that left her in a heap on the canvas. With urgent pleasure, Max watched Emma the Ref count Robin out.

They had a rematch a month later, but Max put Robin to sleep in round seven. Robin had more stanima this time and inflicted a lot of pain before her opponent's right hook floored her.

Robin was unconscious for five minutes. Max stood by her in the recovery room, where Emma and Robin's second, Casthy, had carried her. The fighters stared at each other silently as Robin sat up on her elbows. Max was consumed by the exhaustion and bewilderment in Robin's eyes and by her dishevelled pony tail.

They made love a few days later in Robin's house. Robin made little resistence to Max's invitation to dinner. She saw herself, her entire body, craddled in the palms of his hands.

The sun was barely shinning as Robin stood by her bed, still naked. Max, walking from the bathroom wearing yesterdays cloths with hair washed and combed, saw how Robin looked at him.

Max pulled open one of the drawers in a naerby dresser and retrieved a pair of yellow silk panties.Kneeling down at his lover's feet, he pulled open the waist band. Robin placed her feet in the garment. Her drew the panties up to her slender hips, feeling the smooth skin of her toned thighs on his fingers.

Max called Robin "Princess" and encircled her body with his own, drawing her into a kiss. Max felt Robin relax in his hold, her breathing increasing with arousal. He stepped away and threw a right upper cut that lifted Robin off her feet, propelling her onto the bed. Robin was instantly knocked out.

It was easily to manipulate the unconscious girl into a prone position, flat on her back on the bed sheets, head resting on a pillow. Max had measured the force of his punch with care, Robin would only be out for a few minutes.

Kneeling down he kissed Robin on the lips.
"Slut." he whispered affectionately in her ear. Max pulled on his coat and left.

When Robin woke, her head spun for a few moments. Soreness throbbed in her jaw until a blinding orgasm pulsed through her, making pain and pleasure into one.