Karen Loves Len

Karen knew what I was when she looked at me. We were facing each other in the ring at the Amazonia Boxing Club, ready to start our match. I wanted to pull down her tight black shorts to her ankles and dive in face first. I needed to be the reason she felt pleasure.
 "Damn, you are a total Gentle!" she declared to my face, a judgmental smirk on her lips.
I loved boxing with strong women and losing, by a KO if at all possible. Those shorts I wanted so badly to remove showed off her powerful thighs and developed ass. Her breasts were big and "stand up."
It was Karen's hair, bleached almost white, held in a pony tail, and her smile, which radiated sexual aggression and contempt, that I couldn't turn away from.
"So how do you want it, Gentle Boy?" continued Karen. "I am going to knock you out for the count, so how should I do it?"
The words barely made it from my mouth. "We box...and..then you clobber me..."
"I know why you want me to put your lights out!" Karen punched my shoulder. "You think that when I see you flat on the canvas, out cold, with a woody, I'll fall in love with you!" She shoved me a second time, harder. "While you are sleeping on the canvas, you'll have wet dreams about me. I know your kind!"
She glanced at my seconds for the match, Kaylee and Desiree. "And if those sluts give me any static after I finish you, I knock them out, too!"
Karen then gave me a long kiss and pushed me away. "Sweet dreams, Gentle!"

The fight was fast, three rounds. I thought I got in some good shots, but Karen mocked every punch I threw. Her smooth thighs occupied my mind a few seconds longer than they should have and a phantom punch collided with my head. One moment I was fighting, the next, unconscious.

Waking up thirty minutes later, I saw Desiree and Kaylee sprawled on the canvas. Desiree was moaning loudly as she rejoined the conscious world. Kaylee was out cold. I guess they gave Karen static.

Two days later, Karen fucked me like she was possessed by a demon in heat. During the short breaks to catch my breath, I told the details of the erotic dream I had while I slept on the canvas. Karen admitted she had KOed my seconds just for fun.
"I want to fight you again." I told her.
"Really, Gentle Boy?" she asked.
"Yeah!"
"Send you back to dreamland? Sure!"

We arranged the rematch for the next day, since Karen was eager to beat me up again. I had no seconds this time, Desiree and Kaylee were still recovering.
"Last night was incredible, Len!" Karen told me before we started. "I wanted you to know before I flatten you!"
"Thanks. We should do that again."
"And to show you how much I enjoyed our time, I'm going to let you take one free shot." She extended her chin. "Right on the button!"
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
Karen set her hands behind her back.
I unloaded a right upper cut. Karen stumbled a few paces, searching the ring absentmindedly for the source of the bird's songs she was hearing. Then Karen was sitting on her ass.
"Haay!...wha...hapin...?"
Karen was already half dreaming.
I knelt beside her. "I punched you out."
I shoved her gently. "Good night, Karen!"
Karen smiled and murmured "Gha..nigh.." as she finished her journey to the canvas.

The Body Suit Groupie

 
Boxing with bad girls and super heroines brought Rick to the Amazonia Boxing Club. At this particular moment, he was being worked over by Catwoman. It was the sixth round.
He could sense the knockout happening soon. The brown skinned villainess wore her famous black body suit and red boxing gloves, rained blows to Rick's head and body.
Catwoman found Rick attractive, which was why she strung out the fight so long. If Catwoman ever took on a civilian, he or she was flat on their back, slumbering, by the third round. But Rick was a "body suit" groupie, he had a fetish for strong women in body suits.
"I'm rolling up on you!" she told Rick between punches, but Catwoman doubted that he heard clearly what she said.
Rick slumped on the ropes, arms drawn up to shield his torso and face, a posture that did little good. Catwoman continually pierced the defenses, battering her challenger, whose eyes were glassy and half closed.
Rick was in pain, but he was happy.
Catwoman concentrated on the midsection, until the bell rang, ending the round. She danced back on her heels, allowing Rick a chance to stagger to his corner. Rick sighed and fell to the canvas. Catwoman laughed at the serene smile on the defeated male's face.
Emma the Ref checked Rick and confirmed he wouldn't be moving on his own power for awhile. Catwoman strutted around the ring during the ten count, throwing her fists in the air when Emma declared,"You are out!"

As he was carried back to his dressing room by Catwoman and Emma, Rick dreamed of Lumi. Lumi was a petite, Asian-American college girl who was into geek culture, complete with black rimmed glasses and tattoos. Rick had gone out with her a few nights earlier. They role played a number of knock out scenarios, mostly Rick KOing Lumi. Then they would fuck.
In Rick's dream, they skipped the play acting.

Rick was alone with Catwoman when he came around.
"Hey little boy, you're back!" she purred.
It took a minute, but Rick sat up, eyes blinking at Catwoman, who was slowly shedding her body suit. He removed his trunks, grateful that things were moving even faster than his over heated imagination anticipated.
For the next hour, he was mesmerized by Catwoman's jiggling breasts, her head thrown back with every orgasm. After the last climax exhausted the lovers, Catwoman finally kissed Rick.
"I was really horny and tense from knocking you out cold. But the way you fuck....WOW!"
Catwoman shifted her upper body, brushing her breasts across Rick's face. He kissed the nipples lovingly.
"Good night, bitch!" chirped Catwoman, her arms vining around her lover's throat, pulling Rick face deep into her cleavage. "Go to sleep!"
Furiously, Rick flung out his arms and legs, grabbing at nothing, kicking the air. Breathing rapidly became impossible and Rick felt reality going away, even as he enjoyed Catwoman's flesh on his face. His eyes closed, opened, and closed a final time. Rick passed out.

"Lover boy is taking a nap." Catwoman informed Emma the Ref, who was waiting in the hallway. "I was too much woman for him!"
Emma darted in the dressing room and laughed at Rick sprawled where Catwoman had left him.