Helena the Knockout

Marc readily agreed to a knock outs only wrestling match. Looking over Helena, who had challenged him, he felt certain they'd end up fucking.
Helena had white blond hair from a bottle and pouty lips. When Helena spoke, her voice fell from her tongue carelessly, like she was only partially concerned with what went on around her. This was only her attitude. Helena cared very deeply about things that gave her pleasure and wrestling men to knock out was one of them.
Helena chose her wardrobe for the match to ensure Marc's constant horniness: a skimpy white bra and underwear with matching fishnet stockings. She knew that for guys with the particular look Marc had in his eyes that the fish nets were the clincher.
The couple smacked and threw each other around the ring Helena had rented at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Helena used her fists relentlessly on Marc and acted shocked when he finally punched her back.
"Marc?! What was that?" Her face was wide with false outrage. "You just hit me!"
WHAP!
Suddenly Marc was on his back, looking up through blinking eyesat the skinny girl standing over him, delicate hands on her hips.
"You awake, Marc?"
 "Ah...yeah..."
Actual dissapointment crowded Helena's face. "Okay then...get up!"
Marc got to his feet with caution and they wrestled a little more.
Unti the giddy, warm feeling began to simmer in Helena. The excitement would rapidly boil inside her and then Helena would know it was time.
She stung her victim with a sudden back hand slap across his face. As Marc squinted in pain, Helena rammed her elbow directly under his chin. She slipped behind her disoriented opponent and moved her right arm under his jaw and linked its hand with her left bicep. Pulling Marc against her, Helena tightened her arms, laying her free hand on top of his head.
"Just relax now, Marc, you're going to sleep....!"
Marc flung his arms all around, hoping to catch Helena's hair or arms,which made her laugh flirtingly. The giddiness was consuming her completely.
Marc groaned as his struggling slowed down. He felt his knees wobble and then give out, one at a time.
"Going out already,Marc?" Helena spoke in his ear. "Little boy going tosleep?"
When his ass finally touched the canvas, Marc was already going under. His breathing slowed down and his limbs were leaden. "Didn't think these skinny arms could trap you, did you champ?"
Helena squeezed Marc's throat tighter. Spots danced  in his eyes and then bled together.
Marc no longer directed his thoughts. Instead they drifted and he daydreamed of Helena naked on her back, kissing her worshipfully, fucking her hungrily. Then the vision disappeared into blackness.
Helena cruelly flexed her biceps once more into Marc's neck and the settled her unconscious victim on teh canvas.
The joy she felt everytime she knocked a male out coldwashed throug her, drowning a strong compulsion to blow Marc or administer a vigorous handjob to the purple hard on threatening to tear through the front of his shorts.
Helena decided to wait. What she wanted from Marc was best delivered while he was awake.

When Marc emerged from sleep, his eyes flickered until they focused on Helena, sitting only a few feet away. The blond was in her corner, perched on a wooden stool, legs crossed in a suggestive "T" while her arms rested regally on the middle ropes. She reclined on the turnbuckle with easy authority.
"You awake, Marc? Back from dreamland?"
Marc could only groan.
Helena stood and undid her bra,letting it fall from her hands. "How's my baby?" she asked, walking slowly to Marc, inwardly happy that his stiffy had persisted while he was out cold.
Stepping over his waist, she unsnapped her fish net stocking and removed her underwear.
Marc's brain focused rapidly. His hands worked down his shorts. Helena knelt down and took Marc's elongated penis inside her.
For thirty minutes they fucked, Helena riding her lover like a he was donkey to be spurred anytime her showed signs of slowing down. When they finished, both completely satisfied, Helena climbed out of the saddle. She walked,somewhat unsreadily, to her corner, picked up a gym bag and returned. Helena sat down hard her lover's stomach.
"Hey, pay attention honey stick!" ordered Helena, slapping Marc's face sharply. "I'm going toknockyou out again. And this time, you'll be out for awhile."
Marc began to object, but Helena silenced his feeble words by pressing shut his lips with her fingers.
"Shhhhh, sweetheart...I won't be here when you wake up, I'm sorry."
Helena gave Marc a long kiss to make up for the disssapointment she saw in his eyes. With business-like swiftness, she opened the gym bag and took out a red boxing glove. She pulled it slowly on her right hand in front of the awe struck Marc.
"I really like you, Marc, you're sweet guy and a great fuck!" She pulled her glove behind her head. "Now Marc, this is gonna hurt...alot!"
BAM!!
Marc floated in a universe of stars, multicolored and bright. Then he was perfectly asleep.
As she pulled off the boxing glove, an uncontrolable energy burst into her being: she had fallen in love with Marc. The orgasm that pulsed through her body made her scream.
"Whore! Fucking whore!" she yelled in Marc's face and kissed him again.
When she recovered, Helena took a black sharpie marker from the gym bag and inscribed her cell phone number on the front of the boxing glove, drawing a heart pierced by an arrow around the seven digits.
Helean redressed herself and rested the boxing glove on Marc's bare chest.
The cell number was the first thing he saw when he came around, alone, an hour later.