Friday Night Knockout

Lena did boxing matches with men who wanted to fight women. Stan knew Lena and what she did for awhile before setting up an appointment. Many clients were like that. They saw Lena as such a strong erotic possibility they hesitated to make it actual. But she had faith that Stan would eventually have a session with her.
They met at a small, three room office Lena rented in a strip mall outside of town. Stan brought cash, his boxing gloves and trunks, all as Lena ordered him.
"I know what to wear for you," she said, looking Stan over. They stood in the largest of the three rooms, floor covered wall to wall with thick, blue wrestling mats. A first aid kit hung on the wall.
Lena felt safe with Stan. She liked him at their first meeting and took only basic precautions with him while they talked before the match. Some men who boxed women were aggressive, but most were timid and often needed a nudge to start the session. From the adorning way he looked at her chest and thighs, Lena knew Stan was category two.
From the dressing room, Lena emerged naked except for the black boxing gloves. Stan was paralyzed, except for his growing smile.
"Now don't get all excited, Stan!" Lena warned as swayed in his direction, keeping her gloves over her pussy. "Even though that's impossible right now."
Stan was overwhelmed as he began kissing first Lena's ample breasts and then her thick red lips. "Feel them good, Stan!" purred Lena in his ear. "I want you to have something to dream about!"
Stan barely grunted a response.
WHAP!
Lena's right hooked on Stan's chin, popping his head to the ceiling. The room washed away around him, like water down a drain. Stan's impact scattered some of the mats.
Lena counted ten over the unconscious man, giving him a long kiss after declaring him "Out!"
which he clearly was. Giggly with girlish excitement, Lena carried Stan over her shoulder to the dressing room. Laying him on the double bed, she stripped off his cloths and left him to sleep off the knockout.
Stan and Lena fucked for three hours after he came around.

"Why don't you come to my place this Friday night?" Lena asked as the couple rested in each other's arms. Stan had a bruise on his chin. "A few of my girl friends are coming over to watch me clobber a male opponent . I'd like it to be you, Stan?"
"How many friends?"
"Five or six or ten. They're nice girls, friendly like me. And like me, they want to see you get knocked out cold!"
"Has anyone ever koed you?"
"Twice.  They fought fair, so I accepted it." Lena searched her lover's eyes. "It's just that I don't fight fair."
"Sounds great! what do you mean by not fighting fair?"
"I get you aroused and worked up and then lay you out."
"Yeah?!" Stan leaned forward to kiss Lena.
"Yeah."
BAP!
The bare knuckle right to Stan's extended jaw created an instant knockout. Stan woke on his own bed. The message on his cell phone was from Lena, leaving her address and the time of the Friday fight.

The audience of five women, all looking the same age as Lena, were waiting when Stan walked out from behind the curtain hung on the left side of Lena's basement. As he walked into the ring, the women whistled and hooted. Stan waved back, slightly self conscious, but pleased with the reception. A tall blond named Andrea strutted to the ropes.
"We paid good money for this, lover boy! You better get knocked out!"
"What if I knock Lena out instead?"
"Better not!" the blond insisted.
"I think I will!" Stan liked flirting with this amazon.
"Then you'll deal with me!"
"And I'll pop you into dreamland next!"
"I doubt that, Stan!"
Stan turned around to see the source of the last remark, which was Lena. She appeared in her corner, topless and wearing tight, skimpy shorts and the same boxing gloves from her first date with Stan. "You ready for a show, ladies?!"
The women screamed and cheered their answer.  "You ready, Stan?"
Lena asked her question with soft intimacy, pressing her tits against his bare chest. They kissed and only half seriously, Lena pushed him away.
The fighters stood in their corners until Andrea rang the bell for round one.
As they circled each other, Stan tried to stay clear of Lena, having experienced the effectiveness of her punches. But he had to get close and exchange blows, the desire to box a woman, never satisfied, flared again.
Stan hammered three blows, smacking both sides of Lena's face and pummeled her right breast.
A shocked smile curved Lena's lips. "Sam! I didn't think you would..."
BAM!
The upper cut lifted Sam in the air and landed him on the canvas. He was more surprised than injured. That bitch is quick! he told himself as he regained his footing.
"You can really punch, boy!" Lena said. "But you can't fight! I'm knocking you out!"
Another cheer from the spectators went up as the fighters opened up on each other. The "SMACK" of leather hitting bare skin increased until a lucky right from Stan tagged Lena's jaw.
The big chested beauty's head spun in bewilderment and there were stars in her eyes. Stan didn't give her a moment to collect her senses.
BAP! BAM! WAP!
A headshot, followed by a blow to the midsection and then a left hook on her jaw sent Lena to edge of consciousness. She passively watched Stan's right fist retract over his shoulder.
BAM!
Andrea pushed Stan to his corner and began a slow count over Lena. Lena was on her back, arms at her sides, her features relaxed and her lips in a pursed smile, all signalling a total knockout. Inside her skull, multi colored stars popped in the darkness, filling Lena with pleasure. Light flooded the blackness and Andrea was calling Lena's name.
"Did,,,Stan,,,knock,,,me,,out...."
"Out cold! The bell saved you at seven."
Lena stared at her lover across the ring, reorganizing her senses until the second round began. As she lurched at Stan, Lena told Andrea: "I'm going to fuck him so hard!"
Their next round was a close dance. Having put Lena to sleep with his fists, Stan wanted to go on hitting her. Lena simply wanted to knock him out for the count. Maybe longer. Her determination won out.
Stan's mental fever made him a sloppy boxer. many of his shots missed their target, leaving holes for Lena throw devastating head and body shots.
A hard left knocked Stan silly. Lena slugged his head now, having greatly weakened the body. His head rocking side to side with each impact, Stan felt his body giving way while the screams of the viewers got dim.
For a few more moments, the dance continued. They were coupled to each other like intimate lovers, Lena was the focused, aggressive yang, while Stan was a barely awake yin, passive and yielding.
The knockout punch hit the button of Stan's chin, shutting down her conscious brain. Stan wasn't down for a cat nap like Lena had been. Her finishing punch was the hardest shot of the entire bout. Stan was inert on the canvas, a woody plainly visible in his trunks.
After the ten count, Lena and Andrea dragged Stan to the corner and propped him against the turnbuckle. Starting with the victrix, each woman knelt beside Stan and had her picture taken giving him a kiss while she played with his boner. Lena mockingly pressed her gloved fist to Stan's chin while masturbated him with other hand.

Stan and Lena spent the weekend together. Lena fulfilled her promise to Andrea at the start of round two.