Stealing Kaylee

Stealing Kaylee from his friend Sam was not part of Marty's plan. Sam had been his friend for years. All Marty wanted to do was borrow her. Take her out for dinner while Sam was away, make sure she got palpably drunk and then fuck her all night.
But Kaylee, who was blond and usually pretty horny for guys, wasn't that stupid. With no intention of risking what she had with Sam by messing around, she responded to Marty's invitation with her own.
"Ten rounds at the Amazonia Club?" she told Marty. "Knock outs only."
Marty was flummoxed. If Kaylee wanted to box, fine! But let's wait till after the sex!
A few months earlier, Marty agreed to fight with Jasmine before they went on their date. Jasmine beat Marty black and blue before putting him down for a third round nap. A week was needed for the pain to subsided enough for Marty to even contemplate the word "female," much less the phrase "spend the night with a.."
"Okay, fine," he agreed, his hormones drowning whatever common sense existed in his brain. Looking over Kaylee's stand up tits and round, full ass, Marty couldn't help himself.

Through the subsequent pounding he took, Marty scalded himself for looking in Kaylee's eyes, which were a dark, frozen blue, expecting to find mercy. There was none.
"You need to be taught a lesson about women!"
Kaylee had worked Marty into a neutral corner very early in the fourth round. Now, with the start of the fifth, he was right back there. And Kaylee was now unleashing body shots and combinations to skull of her seducer.
"I'm not the slut you wanted me to be, Marty!"
The anger she had felt at Marty's proposal had changed during the fight into pleasure at inflicting pain with her fists.
Kaylee bobbed back on her feet from Marty, whose entire body seemed to have transformed into jelly.
Sizing him up for the finisher, Kaylee whispered, "Good-night, Marty!' and delivered a left-right upper cut to the button of his chin.
Marty's head bounced up and down from the blows and his eyes closed. He felt horny and light headed all at once and went to the canvas, out cold at Kaylee's feet.

Erotic dreams danced in Marty's brain for the next ten minutes. They involved Kaylee or girls just like her, all of them wearing boxing gloves.
The one vision that remained clearest for Marty after he came to was of being in the ring, waiting for Kaylee. She strode through the ropes naked except for her red boxing gloves.
"I'm more than ready for you, Marty!" she said, stretching her arms across the top ropes as she rocked rhythmically against the turn buckle. "Are you ready for me?"
In an instant, Marty had Kaylee in his embrace, lifting her bare, toned ass and thighs onto the middle buckle and entering her.
As they fucked, Kaylee egged him on; begging for deeper penetration. At each orgasm, she hammered his bare shoulders, with her tight fists. With each orgasm, Kaylee came closer and closer to be overwhelmed by ecstasy. After the tenth blast of pleasure, she pushed Marty away.
"Please!....no more!...I can't!...."
"Why not?!" Marty asked, both of them gasping for air.
"You almost knocked me out! One more fuck like that and I'll be completely in love with you!"
"So?" asked Marty, kissing her nipples.
"No! No, I can't!...I'm sorry, but..."
WHACK!!
Kaylee's right hook exploded on the side of Marty's face, sending stars everywhere. Marty smiled and went out. Kaylee lowered her KOed lover gently to the canvas.  She kissed his lips and penis.
"Maybe some day...." she said to him.

"Maybe someday...you'll learn!"
Marty was suddenly awake. He looked around the room in and saw Emma the Ref standing over him with smelling salts.
"Kaylee explained the whole thing to me after we carried you from the ring," Emma explained, pressing an ice pack to Marty's face. "She saw right through you!"
"I am going to knock that bitch out!" Marty promised through an aching jaw.
 

Kaeo - The Victor

Kaeo's eyes made her seem sly and intelligent rather than beautiful. She always greeted the regulars, like Will, in the coffee and donut shop, repeating in the form of a question what they regularly bought. Will noticed her eyes sized up him and every other male who placed an order. What she was calculating, he couldn't guess, but he assumed it was an effort to answer one or more of these three questions:

1) What will this schmuck want?

2) Does he have a good job?

3)Is he a good fuck?

The shop manager informed Will that Kaeo was one of a group of Thai exchange students at nearby Blake Mitchell University. Will liked Asian women, so he started talking with Kaeo about school, work and how she missed home. When these chats went on, Will scaled back his visits to three a week and always after 8 p.m., when the manager was gone.

About when Will figured she would, Kaeo began asking vaguely probing questions. When he answers were silly or boring, Kaeo never giggled like a stereotype of an Asian girl. Instead, she replied in kind about her personal life, filling Will in on her adventures since she arrived four months ago. When Will told the technical "truth" that he had no girlfriend at that time, Kaeo admitted she'd met a lot of American men recently.

"Really? That was daring, Kaeo. Why?"

"I want to see what they ...like..."

For a moment, Will thought Kaeo's English had slipped, that she meant to say "were like." But peering into those brown eyes, he knew she said exactly what she meant.

They met up a week later when she got off shift. the questions for Will became more particular, until Kaeo asked what sport he played. He told her about the Amazonia Boxing Club. Those sly, intelligent eyes became very bright.

"You box only women?"

"Only."

"I bet you win all the time."

"Sometimes. I've been knocked out cold a few times. Women are stronger than men."

"I'm stronger than you are!"

The tone in Kaeo's voice made Will want to fuck her more.

"Want to try that out?"



Blake Mitchell University housed foreign students in a chain hotel a bus ride away from campus. Kaeo shared the suite with a Vietnamese girl named May, who had found an American boyfriend, leaving the suite to Kaeo most of the time. She and Will went there. She put on her favorite bikini and the pair of red boxing gloves Will had brought along with his gear.

This one's getting knocked out, Will told himself, searching for the sweet spot on Kaeo's chin and jaw so attractively within arm's reach.

"Ready to go down?" Kaeo asked, throwing a few jabs.

"I hope you are!"

Will's right popped Kaeo in the stomach. She bent forward, gasping desperately, chin jutting out. The left that followed put Kaeo out on her feet.

The black haired girl stood between Will and the double bed. Pulling off his gloves, Will pushed shut Kaeo's dangling lower jaw and thumbed open her eyes. He flattered himself on how effective the KO sucker punch had been - there was nothing but whites behind the lids he pushed up.

"You're so beautiful, honey pot!" Will told his victim. "If you can hear me,'Sweet dreams!' "

Kaeo lifted into the space over the bed, landing with two distinct bounces, before her body settled into deep sleep on the covers.

Will took a small digital camera from his bag and recorded Kaeo, prone and limp, on the mattress. Kneeling beside the bed, he kissed the sleeping beauty. He placed her gloved hands between her legs and took another picture. Removing the gloves quickly, Will slipped the bare hands under the bikini, pressing the fingers into her labia. A faint smile moved over Kaeo's face. That was worth four pictures. He then pulled the bikini bottom all the way to her ankles and fitted the gloves back on her hands, letting them rest on her pussy.

Kaeo groaned, signalling her return to the conscious world.

Will snapped a few more pictures and pulled her bikini back up to her waist. After a minute, Kaeo sat up, searching her environment in confusion.

"What happened to me?" she asked in a hazy, distant manner.

"Don't you remember?" Will asked as he went into the bathroom, returning with a plastic glass of water and two aspirin he found in a drawer.

"No!"

Kaeo took the glass and pills from will and gulped down the medicine. She was becoming more focused.

"I knocked you out cold, put one right on your chin."

Will took back the empty glass and Kaeo settled her head back on the pillow, accepting defeat.

The Elegant Amazon

He watched Janie Ellison, dressed in a white summer dress, gym bag dangling over one shoulder, stride across the gym to the boxing ring.
Warren could not stop staring.
The dress, out of place in the gym, contrasted erotically with with Janie's dark brown skin. It was strapless, giving Warren, her scheduled opponent, a clear view of Janie's elegant throat and smooth, powerful shoulders. She was in bare feet.
Tossing the gym bag between the ropes, Janie hoisted herself into the ring, grinning at Warren. In one graceful movement, she retrieved her bag, went to the corner directly opposite Warren and removed her favorite pair of boxing gloves.
"Hi Warren!" she called to him softly, but clearly across the ring. "Help me with these!"
Warren went to Janie like iron fillings to a magnet - without a thought. Janie extended her hands, over which Warren pulled over the gloves.
"You're going to box dressed like that?" he asked while he tied up the strings.
"Of course not, cutie!"
Warren was smacked by another smile.
"I wouldn't wear this dress. Unzip the back,"
Warren saw himself clasping Janie in his arms, kissing her neck and shoulders, telling Janie how lovely she was. He pulled down the zipper down to her buttocks, wanting to see every bit of her exposed body. Oh God, please! Warren begged to himself.
Janie swerved to look Warren in the eyes. "Good job! Practice always pays off!"
She moved a few steps away and lightly shook her torso. The white dress fell to the canvas, circling her bare feet.  Janie stepped back to Warren and said, "See?!"
"The Elegant Amazon" was the nickname that had become attached to Janie at the Amazonia Boxing Club and Warren saw how perfectly it fit.
Her slender legs, at once muscular and feminine, pulled his eyes up her firm thighs and buttocks, which were clothed in tight boxing trunks. A flat midsection supported a pair of round breasts in a sports bra. Both her liquid brown eyes and purple-red lips smiled at Warren.
"Go put your gloves on!" the lips ordered gently. "I'm ready for the fight, are you?"
"Yeah!" Warren answered with a steadiness that impressed Janie.
She knew exactly how horny he was.
He pulled on his gloves, staring at the "V" formed by meeting of Janie's legs beneath the trunks. The automatic buzzer screeched the start of round one.
Janie and Warren came at each other instantly, fists up. Warren only glimpsed her right glove jerking forward and nothing.
He landed on the canvas loudly and on his back. Janie decided he was very handsome prone at her feet. Inside Warren's sleeping brain, a movie flickered on.
Janie was back in her white dress, resting her elbows on the top ropes of the ring, leaned back, watching Warren move toward her and effortlessly taking her in his arms, pulling her into a long kiss. Slowly, he moved his hands over Janie's legs, slipping a finger behind the waistband of her panties, that fluttered to the ground.

"Please, Warren!" she begged in his ear.

Warren woke abruptly, right where he had landed, but with Janie resting her head on his bare chest. "Hey handsome, miss me?"
"I...wha...?"
Janie fondled the growing erection stretching the front of his trunks.
As they drove to Warren's apartment, Janie wondered if she had a new boyfriend. By the next morning, she was certain.