The Good Girl

 Bruised and groggy, Marcus Apted, professional thief and forger, sagged on the ropes. In spite of the three round trouncing he just experienced, he didn't regret accepting Silver Fox's challengeat the Amazonia Boxing Club. He'd been anticipating it for awhile.
In the last year alone, Apted had defeated, seduced or both a large number of Silver Fox's colleagues in Justice Force, the all female crime fighting organization. One of them, Atomic Girl, took a double neck chop from Apted while she guarded a display of ancient jewelry at the Metro Museum. When Atomic Girl came to, hours later, there was a thorn less red rose resting in her ample cleavage and she knew exactly who clobbered her.
A week later, she began a four month affair with Apted. Long after she broke things off, Atomic Girl wondered how one man gave her so much pain and pleasure.
Silver Fox liked the idea of sex with Apted, but not being vulnerable. A quick study of files on Apted showed her his one weakness: a Good Girl.
Though Atomic Girl never swerved in her commitment to fighting crime, she often used underhanded tactics and possessed a dark, vaguely threatening appearance that had a seductive shade of slutty. That was good for short term flings, but men like Apted tired of it quickly. Silver Fox, with her soft, open face and cheerleader figure, looked "girl next door" perfect and she knew it. She was just the kind of girl that Apted wanted, deep in his heart, to lose a fight to.

Apted was a breast man, so Silver Fox wore a sleeveless top that showed plenty of skin. Her well toned ass and gams were highlighted by her short, tight red trunks. Apted imagined them fucking, Silver Fox on top, the moment she leaped into the ring. Silver Fox saw the lust in Apted's eyes and considered delivering a nut shot hard enough to knock him out cold. Practice had taught her to do that with swift effectiveness. Silver Fox changed her mind, she wanted to own Marcus Apted, not injure him.
"I'm going to knock you out, Marcus Apted!" Silver Fox said when they touched gloves.
"It doesn't have to be that way!" responded Apted with a sincerity that almost made Silver Fox orgasm. "We can box later...tomorrow morning..."
"Sweet dreams, Marcus Apted..." Silver Fox teased as she went back to her corner.

This little gym bunny should have kissed the canvas two rounds ago! Apted thought, midway through the sixth. His opponent had kept him entangled with her body or pinned on the ropes, talking dirty as she worked him over. Apted could feel the slow process of being worn down by the super heroine's fists.
A large explosion left Apted severely dazed on the ropes. As Silver Fox dog walked him to the middle of the ring, all Apted could think of was sex with Silver Fox.
"A Good Girl beat you up and you like it!" Silver Fox said, pressing Apted's arms to his side and tilting his head into the optimal position. "Ready to knock you out!"
A thrill rippled through Apted and then a second explosion, that turned off the lights in his brain.

After the ten count, which Apted peacefully slumbered through, Silver Fox applied a coat of bright red lipstick to her lips. First, she kissed Apted's cheek, leaving a glowing scarlet lip print. Then she pulled down his trunks and took Apted's raging erection in her mouth, leaving a smear of red on his penis.
The first number on the cell phone contacts list was "Paula," who Silver Fox knew was Apted's protegee in crime and only full time lover.
"No, this is not Marcus," Silver Fox explained to the female voice who answered after four rings. "I'm afraid he's incapacitated right now...I was too much woman for him...We're at the Amazonia Boxing Club...no, I'm afraid I can't wait for you to get here, Marcus will be waiting....that wasn't nice!"
Silver Fox snapped the cell phone shut.

A week passed before Marcus contacted Silver Fox and they had dinner at the  town house he reserved just for these meetings. It took him a few days to convince Paula of the truth: he was unconscious when the lipstick was applied to his dick. The next morning Silver Fox was pleasantly surprised to see Marcus had a black eye.

Mercedes Gets Max

Since he was a teenager, Max loved muscle girls. Stunned when he first saw, at age 13, a televised female body building competition, he could never get these women from his mind.
At Blake Mitchell University, Max dated athletic girls, even serving as volunteer equipment manager for the women's lacrosse team because his girlfriend was a member. All kinds of women were happy to beat him senseless and then fuck him stupid at the Amazonia Boxing Club. But girls like Mercedes turned his soul to water.
Max wanted to lose to Mercedes. It was intensely erotic to imagine her using her fists to put him to sleep in the ring. That Mercedes loved skinny men like Max didn't hurt his prospects, either.
Mercedes stepped into the ring in a black sports bra that highlighted her big tits. Anticipating Max's fetish, she wore black trunks, short and tight, that displayed her muscular legs. She held her boxing gloves at chest level so Max would associate them with her breasts.
He's going to be a great fuck! Mercedes thought when she looked Max over. His type always are!
"Come her!" ordered Mercedes, The pair met in the center of the ring. "Two punches and you are done!"
Max appeared calm, but his pulse ran fast.
"When I hit a guy like you, he's out till the next morning. While he's KOed, I take full advantage of his masculine attributes!"
Max smiled. "Oh yeah...?"
Mercedes kissed Max and shoved him away. "Get in your corner, boy, and wait for me to knock your ass out!"
Dumbstruck, Max stared at Mercedes' well defined ass and calves as she walked back.

When the automatic bell rang, Max saw Mercedes charge straight at him.
WHAM!
WHAP!
He was knocked cold on his feet, jaw slack, eyes barely open.
Max was deeply in love with his attacker. Longing swelled his being as Mercedes pulled back her right fist and hurled it forward.
Max was finished.

Erotic dreams sloshed in his slumbering brain, projecting a blurry record of the women Max had boxed and loved. Waking, Max found himself in a women's bedroom.
"Hey, lover, you've been sleeping all night!"
The sweet tone of Mercedes' voice cleared away the haze. Max saw his new love wore only her boxing gloves. He was totally naked.
"You okay?" she asked.
Max sat up carefully and gave Mercedes a hard kiss. While she held him to her with her left arm, Mercedes reached her right under the covers.

 

Rosie Dreamland

"You're endowed like a horse, really gifted," Rosie observed, smiling from her corner of the ring. "It's a real shame I'm going to knock you out cold for the night!"
The private match at the Amazonia Boxing Club was my idea. Fighting naked except for our boxing gloves was Rosie's. I could not say no.
"We don't have to start fighting immediately..." I suggested. "I'm a lover at heart."
"I bet!"
Rosie had been working out at the Amazonia for the last year and her golden-brown body showed the results. In this situation, I couldn't not stare at her firm thighs and sweet, black haired pussy. But her smile, that said "Take me right now, lover!" and her liquid brown eyes warned "I'm putting you out, boy!"
Rosie banged her gloves together loudly. "Marcus, I know what you're trying. Give me some of your honey, get me worn out before I even throw a punch!"
She was right. The word from the guys who had dated her was that once Rosie got started making love, she went all night. It appeared I would have to box Rosie before I did anything else with her.
Rosie started to strut to me slowly, throwing punches in the air in front of her. "And just so you know, sweetheart, I'm sending you to Rosie Dreamland! Know what that is?"
"No."
"That's when I knock you out and you dream about me! By the time you wake up, I'll be long gone!"
With no warning, Rosie clasped my head and pulled me into a long kiss. I yanked her body against mine, hoping to get things started. Rosie pushed me back.
"Nice try!" she laughed and went back to her corner.

As expected, Rosie fought like a wildcat. Keeping close made me horny and a good target. By round three, I'd been battered pretty well and floored twice.
In the fourth, we opened up on each other, dueling punches aimed at our heads and bodies. I laid a punishing left-right to Rosie's belly and then uncorked an upper cut when there was an explosion. A right hook slammed my jaw, stars everywhere. I heard Rosie's "OOOOFFFF!" and saw nothing.
The stars were still shinning when I woke, face down in Rosie's pussy. I nuzzled into her labia. A soft moan made me look up. Between the pair of round breasts, I saw Rosie's face on its side, boxing gloves, wrists up, behind her head. A wide smile curled her lips. I had knocked Rosie out cold.
The urge to give Rosie serious cunny and more flared in my loins. I kissed her again and slipped off to Rosie Dreamland.