Marcus Apted Part One - Marcus Gets a New Girl

All the twenty-something girls got knocked out pretty quickly by Paula. Proud of her victories since joining the Amazonia Boxing Club, Paula went up against women in their forties. It took three knockout losses to convince Paula she was out of her league. So she switched to men.
The change worked out much better, rewarding Paula with a growing list of sex partners and a dangerous boast to her ego. Paula figured if she could knockout a bunch of guys her age, she could defeat any man. Because of that assumption, she challenged Marcus Apted.
At the Amazonia, the forty-two year old Apted was a mystery. In fighting shape and a an expert boxer, he was extremely attractive to women. He more than reciprocated the feeling, having fucked nearly all the female membership and knocked most of those women out in matches.
When anyone gave it a thought, no one was able to say what he did to make the money he spent lavishly on his lovers. Apted was very vague on the matter. For the last decade, he was a professional thief, specializing in the moveable assets and property of the extremely wealthy.
He had been admiring Paula for a long time before her challenge. Skinny and lose limbed, Paula possessed the tear drop breasts you often see on thin women. Rumors among the small male membership of the Amazonia claimed Paula was promiscuous on an epic level. All those traits appealed to Apted, so he accepted her call to battle.
"How do you read her?"
Emma the Ref glanced over her shoulder as she tied Apted's boxing gloves, eying Paula critically.
"She's in love with dick, that's all," Emma said. "She fights guys so they'll want to fuck her."
Apted smiled. "Her plan is working!"
Emma let out an ironic laugh. She had seen Apted's work in the ring, often and up close. "You be nice about this, Marcus. One, two and she goes down."
"Three should do it." Apted remarked, standing as Emma waved Paula and him to the center of the ring. Emma reviewed the rules, stepped back a few paces and said, "Fight!"
Both threw up their fists. Apted immediately recognized the open, smiling face particular to a horny young woman.
"You ready, Paula?"
"You're going down old man!"
Apted admired Paula's glowing brown eyes, shapely legs and her flat, smooth and exposed midsection.
"I'll assume that means 'yes' '
Apted's right tunneled into Paula's belly. Pain bent her forward, her eyes comically round saucers from the agony.
"OOOOFFF!" burst from Paula at the even harder left to the midsection.
Apted kept the girl from falling as she struggled for air. "Okay, Paula, you ready?"
The response was a moan between two gasps.
Apted's upper cut straightened Paula up and suspended her, flat footed, in front of her attacker.
Her eyes half rolled up behind drooping lids, Paula made two slow swipes at the air and went to the canvas.
"That was quick," Emma the Ref remarked. "Help me with her."
Together, they carried Paula to the recovery room.
Being knocked out for the first time by a man made Paula crazy. She couldn't stop thinking about Apted for two weeks. Then she broke down and called him.
He took her out to dinner and then they went back to his house, where they had sex all night.
"Hey, I can still take you, sweetheart!" Paula said, her brain still spinning the next morning from the potent cocktail of love, lust and multiple orgasms. Apted walked in from the kitchen, left the two plates of breakfast on the table and embraced the naked Paula.
She felt so secure and sexy in Apted's strong arms, especially with his hands on her bare ass as he pulled her close. They exchanged a long kiss.
"I'm sorry sweet heart, you can't."
WHACK!!
The short, hard, from the chest upper cut tagged Paula's chin. She went limp against him.
Apted gave her a kiss on the cheek and carefully deposited her on the bed. For a moment he looked at her naked body and decided she was the one.
Pulling the sheets and blanket to her shoulders, Apted kissed Paula's smiling lips.
He had a proposition for Paula when she came to.

One Punch

Destiny liked Joey, but she found most her clients were likeable people. Pulling a boxing glove over her right hand, she checked Joey one more time and felt she was safe. Joey was handsome, tall and physically well built, a recurring trait in the men Destiny worked with. Often they looked strong enough to give her a serious fight, even put her down and out. But they all craved a woman's knockout punch.
Aware of her sexual appeal to these men, Destiny knew how to be just seductive enough to stoke them. Destiny almost laughed when Joey admitted he liked black women in particular; two of his last three girlfriends had been African-American. This work taught Destiny to discern bigotry from fetish and Joey was solidly in the fetish column.
"All ready?" she asked, banging her gloves together. They were standing in Joey's bedroom, Destiny in tight shorts that clung to her amazonian thighs and Joey bare chested in sweat pants.
"You're going to knock me out?" Anticipation edged Joey's question.
"I'm knocking you out cold."
Joey's face softened, a sign of arousal was the cue. Destiny strolled to him slowly, alternately swaying her arms and then slamming her gloves forcefully.
"You're going to be so knocked out, you'll be gone till morning!" Destiny purred in Joey's face. Joey had forgotten that what was about to happen was going to hurt, especially when he came around. He was taking in every aspect of Destiny, wanting to know every part of the woman.
Destiny clasped his face with her gloves and pulled Joey into a tender, erotic kiss. Then pressing his head into her neck, she drew her lips along his jaw until she reached his ear.
"Good night." she exhaled, gently.
The right upper cut impacted his chin, hitting the 'off switch.' Joey's head jerked back and rapidly fell to his chest. Eyes closed, Joey wobbled a few seconds and slumped against Destiny.
She cradled him for a moment, kissing his head and then eased him onto the bed. Joey dropped heavily, his head just touching the pillow. Throwing down her gloves, Destiny lifted his feet onto the covers.

Joey was asleep for ten minutes. Destiny marveled at the bulge in the front of his very lose sweat pants. When he did come out of it, Joey was slow to wake  because he enjoyed the sensation of being completely laid out by a woman.
Later, when Joey was totally recovered, they fucked for an hour.
Both were so satisfied by the session, that when Joey asked her to stay, Destiny's first impulse was to deliver another KO punch to her lover. Instead, she dressed and kissed him, saying she was always ready for another 'round' whenever Joey was.

Gunilla

Agreeing to a threesome would have solved all their problems, but Gunilla and Louis were territorial.
Louis was satisfied with his relationship with Jax, who he met when he joined the Amazonia Boxing Club. She was Louis' fuck buddy, mostly on the weekends, and that worked out perfectly for the couple. Until Gunilla showed up at the Amazonia and either seduced Jax or Jax fell deeply in love with her, Louis received tentative explanations from his girlfriend at different times.
Looking over Gunilla, who called herself "The Battle Maiden," Louis admitted to himself that he liked her. A light skinned blond in her mid 20s, she had a round, smooth face, with blue eyes that appealed to Louis.
He had seen his rival in a few matches and enjoyed the way she glided around the ring. Gunilla's legs were toned and powerful and especially attractive in the short boxing trunks she wore.Louis had a thing for women in boxing gear, that was why he joined the Amazonia two years ago.

Each one demanded Jax decide who she wanted to be with. As much as she tried, Jax could not settle into monogamy. One afternoon, she sat down with Louis and Gunilla, explaining she had never been more in love with any partner more than Gunilla.
"But the way you do me, Louis, it makes me dizzy sometimes," Jax said. "I can't give that up!"
 "Jax, it is either him or me!" Gunilla stated, in a tone that was pleading and demanding.
"We've been together for a year, Jax honey, that must mean something to you!" Louis argued.
Jax felt the  perplexed depression that always consumed her when trying to solve an emotional problem. She was tired of that emotion.
"Then you two can fight for me in the ring at the Amazonia," declared Jax. "Whoever knocks the other out, gets to have me!"
Jax was unsettled at how fast they agreed.

Putting Louis to sleep in the second round was easy for Gunilla and he helped things along, too.
Louis had fought and even defeated a few women in boxing, but his boxing glove fetish made him weak when he faced his romantic rival. He couldn't take his eyes from her. Gunilla's sexuality, which he barely acknowledged, was magnified by the white trunks and sports bra she wore, which showed off her smooth mid section. Louis' breath fell short the way it did in middle school the first time he kissed a girl.
Gunilla's gloves, always kept level with her tits,  fascinated Louis. The gloves were an older style, tanish-brown and vaguely cartoonish.
The punch that finished Louis off was a right hook. Louis saw it coming, but didn't block it. He only watched Gunilla's face and her body as she delivered the punch. Warm release moved through Louis as he went to sleep, collapsing on the canvas. He knew a woman had knocked him out cold and he was satisfied deep in his soul.
Victory thrilled Gunilla when she saw Louis prone: Jax belonged to her alone!  Happily, she followed Emma the Ref, who declared her winner by a knockout, and Jax as they carried Louis to the recovery room. Emma and Jax searched the all over for smelling salts and had to go outside for them. Alone with her victim, Gunilla reached into Louis' trunks and fondled his erection. Lowering the waistband, Gunilla rapidly masturbated him to an orgasm, laughing when the cum sprayed. Louis sighed contentedly and Gunilla fixed his shorts before Jax returned with the smelling salts.

A week later, Gunilla apologized to Louis for knocking him out.
"I got carried away," she told him. "I need Jax, she's special to me, but this whole situation is silly."
Louis said he understood. When Gunilla turned to walk to her car, Louis clasped her hand and the pair folded into a kiss.
Gunilla spent the night with Louis. She never told Jax about her second partner.