Kiki on Film - Part One

Kiki knew Martin would be a client as soon as she saw him at the Amazonia Boxing Club. A complete "Gentle," she thought And like all of his kind, men who wanted to be knocked out by a strong woman, Kiki figured him for a pussy hound. As it turned out, Kiki was right on both assumptions.
She made friends with Martin, having longer and longer conversations with the perspective client after they worked out at the Amazonia. Kiki and Martin even had a sparring match, during which the big tited domme probed her opponent with a few hard punches, studying his response. The reaction was a mix of surprised and pleasure. After the sparring, Kiki told Martin about the mixed combat sessions she conducted. Martin agreed immediately, relating in detail the fantasy he wanted to make real.
Getting these details was a quick way to learn what kind of fetish possessed a client. Martin's was the perfect submissive dream. When Kiki offered, for a small additional charge, to record their session, Martin happily agreed.

They rented a room at the No Tell, a second rate motel on Route 3. He got ready first, quickly getting on his shorts. Kiki took her time in the bathroom and eventually emerged topless, a red pair of foxy boxing trunks showing of what more than one guy at the Amazonia called her "thunder thighs."
"Thank you, Martin!" she said, accepting a small wade of bills from the client and then turning on the digital camcorder. "Now put on my gloves!"
Lovingly, Martin followed the order, pulling the red boxing gloves over Kiki's raised hands.
"I'm sending you to Kiki Dreamland! Know what that is?"
Arousal stiffened Martin. "No!"
"That's when I knock you out and dream about me!"

Kiki let Martin get in a few punches before giving him what he wanted. She was methodical with her shots, like surgeon operating with precision. Raining blows on his body, Kiki taunted and mocked him.
Martin started to go numb and it took a minute for him to realize Kiki was no longer beating on him. Two punches sent Martin into a KO daze. Kiki shifted the wobbly male toward the double bed, careful to keep him in frame.
"Come on, Miss Punching Bag," taunted Kiki. "You're gonna cum yourself when you watch this next part..when you get out of the hospital, of course!"
Martin only heard Kiki's mockery, but didn't understand it. There was only the sweet sexiness of her voice, which made him warm and horny inside. He started staring at Kiki's large, round breasts, pink nipples protruding, until a forceful voice ordered him,"Martin honey, look up here!"
A wall of blackness slammed into the semi conscious fighter.

The camcorder took in a full shot of Martin on his back, out cold, a massive, tent-like bulge in the front of his shorts. Kneeling beside her victim, Kiki pulled off her gloves as she marveled at how thoroughly she'd trounced Martin.
"I'll bet you've got women's panties on underneath!"
Kiki yanked down Martin's shorts, revealing a massive erection. Smiling, she slipped her right glove around his elongated penis and started jerking him off for the camera. Each time she brought off the client, Martin's smile got bigger.
"You fucking me in your dreams, boy!?"
Actually, Martin dreamed of wrestling naked with Wonder Woman.

Kiki fucked Martin for an hour after he regained his senses. She wouldn't admit it, but the purple shiner growing around his right eye had her furiously horny.
"Are you in love with me, boy!?"
Kiki was on top of Martin, happily delirious from love making. Martin nodded, passively. Kiki pulled her fist back. "Sweet dreams, love hammer!"
POW!
Martin was out. Kiki got dressed, packed up and put the CD card from the camcorder on Martin's chest. She kissed him before leaving.

 A month later, Martin began dating Flora, an Asian woman he met at a business convention. After the relationship got serious, he showed her the recording of his session with Kiki. Flora was stunned and had sex with Martin all night.

Kiki on Film Part Two

                                                          
 
Behind Richard's back, Flora had a session with Kiki. Multiple viewings of Kiki beating her boyfriend senseless got her worked up over Kiki, a TV actress who also worked as a domme. Flora wanted to box and then have sex with the woman who laid out the man she loved.

Flora went to the old Curvies Workout Center on Route 46, where Kiki did most of her session work. Kiki, clad only in boxing gloves and red foxy boxing trunks, was standing in the boxing ring that occupied the largest room of the repurposed fitness center.
Just like in the video with Martin!, Flora thought with excitement.
"Martin know you're here?" Kiki asked as her client stepped through the ropes. Kiki already knew the answer.
"Ah...no..."
"Good!"
Kiki eyed the girl's smooth, bare shoulders and arms. "So Martin showed you the video?"
"Yes!"
"You see him pop major wood after I knocked him out?" Kiki asked. "Did Martin get you a ring yet?"
Yes, I did!...yes, he did..."
"You sound pretty excited, this must be true love!"
"Of course!" Flora chirped.
"Know what I do when I see love in a man's eyes?"
Flora was very aroused and answered "No!" with a distracted tone.
"When I see love in a man's eyes I knock him out!"
Kiki pulled Flora into a kiss . Flora melted into Kiki's embrace.

Mostly with guys, a few times with girls, thought Kiki. It's all about domination with this one.
"Flora, sweetheart, your eyes are dilating."
"What?!"
"Are you falling love with me?"
"No...I..."
WHAP!
Flora went completely stiff from Kiki's straight right, her head titled back to the ceiling, eyes closed. She was breathing shallowly.
Kiki nudged Flora's breasts and the Asian girl landed on her face.

                                   

Easing the limp girl onto the queen sized bed in one of the side rooms, Kiki took pics of the unconscious Flora. Kiki kissed Flora's lips and breasts as she pulled down her shorts and finger fucked her. Flora jolted awake after the fourth orgasm, her head  spinning from the combination of the KO punch and the orgasms.
Watching the petite girl collect her senses, Kiki decided to email the pictures to Martin and kissed Flora again. Flora wasn't feeling any pain all of a sudden.

Liz vs. Donna

Liz was sagged on the ropes, awareness already slipping from the big breasted, yellow haired blond, even as she desperately grasped on to it. Donna had been working her over for two rounds.
"Ready to sleep, Liz? Huh?"
As an answer formed in Liz's mind, a left-right combination to the head short circuited her brain and Liz sank a little, hoping she was about collapse into oblivion. But she remained standing and open to Donna's right upper cut. The punch made Liz very sleepy.
Donna righted her victim's chin. "You hear me in there?"
Nothing registered with the dazed fighter. All Liz knew was a deep desire to be mercifully put to sleep.
"I said I was the better fighter and now we both know it!"
WAP!
The lights in Liz's skull shut off and she smiled with relief as total blackness consumed her. Stepping away, Donna watched Liz fall, face first, to the canvas. Kaylee, Donna's friend, who refereed the match, began the ten count.

"Ten! You're out, Liz!" Kaylee declared, raising Donna's fist in the air. "She's fucking out!"
"Just like I planned!" Donna surveyed the prone female boxer.
"Think she's dreaming?'
"Yeah...probably some guy!" surmised Donna. She had already hooked her arms under Liz's shoulders. "Damn, I enjoyed beating her up!"
They carried Liz back to her dressing room, placing her on a small bed. Kaylee waved a tab of smelling salts under Liz's nose. The unconscious woman jerked her head sideways and let out a deep sigh.
"What are you going to do now?" asked Kaylee.
"What do you think? I'm going to fuck her boyfriend like I told her I would!"
"Bitch!" Liz moaned, slowly, still groggy. She forced herself to sit up on the bed.
"I'm going to fuck your Dave so hard, he'll beg me to marry him the next morning."
Liz struggle to her feet and stared threateningly at Donna "Not if I can help it!"
Donna was pulling on a boxing glove, which she slammed into Liz's face.
"Exactly!" Donna growled at the blonde and gave her a kiss before walking out.

Between orgasms, Donna told Dave every detail of the bout with his girlfriend, right down to how sexy Liz was sprawled on the canvas, knocked out and dreaming. This made Dave very horny. Donna was third woman over forty that Dave had fucked since graduating Blake Mitchell University and he was in love with Donna.
But Donna played rough.
At daybreak, she gave Dave a long, deep kiss. "You almost had me last night, boy!"
"What?" David was perplexed.
"I almost fell for you in between those monster orgasms you gave me. You almost KOed me the way I KOed your slut girlfriend."
"But I.."
POW!
The bare knuckled right hook tagged David hard. He slumped against Donna's naked chest, lips pressed against her cleavage. Donna shoved him away and David landed in a limp pile on the mattress.

First Fight

This was going to be David's first fight at the Amazonia Boxing Club. The match up was against Liz, a slender, athletic yellow-blond, who was a senior member. Mostly she fought other women, but when Liz found a man attractive, she would lay him out. David qualified.

David had been successfully sponsored by Laura Frazier, a long term Amazonia member and a friend of both Liz and David's mother. Mrs. Frazier, as David had called her since he was in grade school, had been sleeping together since senior year at Blake Mitchell University, but Mrs. Frazier had recently let things cool. Other men interested Mrs. Frazier, who noticed her young lover's eye was roving to other women closer to his age. Why not let Liz have a crack at him? Liz was only a decade older than David and had never been married.

"Don't be nervous because this is your first real boxing match," Mrs. Frazier told David. She stood in her lover's corner, giving him a last minute rub down.
"I'm not..." David's increased blood pressure wasn't from apprehension.
"Good!" 
Pleasant dreams, hammer dick! Mrs. Frazier thought.
While David danced out at the clang of the bell, jogging in semi circles, Liz strode out, fists up.
"Nap time!" she said to David.
The initial punch turned out the lights in David's head, but he remained standing just long enough for the second impact, which planted him on the canvas in a deep slumber.
Liz watched the fallen boxer as he was counted out by Emma the Ref. Mrs. Frazier had told her friend that David was submissive to women, a "gentle" was the term at the Amazonia. Liz wondered if David was going to cream his trunks because he'd been knocked out by a female.
Nothing. David lay completely still and was carried from the ring by Emma and Mrs. Frazier.

All Liz had to do was lazily sway her hips or call David's name with her high pitched, very feminine voice to drive him crazy. Since he'd been getting laid almost continually since their match, the manipulation didn't bother David, until he noticed small annoyances piling up.
David caught Liz appraising other men at the beach or the Amazonia with the same look she used on him. Sometimes Liz would go out with friends like Mrs. Frazier and Beatriz and not return till very late or the next morning. Her clothes were always disheveled, as if they had been pulled on carelessly.
One of those mornings, David demanded a rematch.
"Sure sweetheart," Liz answered, giving her lover a long kiss. "You're over do for another knockout!"

For two rounds, David was focused. Liz used her "bedroom eyes" on him, but he resisted and kept punching, blocking and moving. Midway through round three, a luck shot pounded Liz's midsection. She "ooouuuhh"ed painfully. David hesitated for seconds and then launched a left-right combination. An upper cut sent Liz spinning. She landed on the ropes and David opened up, working on her exposed belly. A right to the side of her skull put Liz out on her feet.

Liz stared ahead, eyes wide and glassy. Her long muscular arms made random, feeble punches in the air. David cocked his arm back like it was a sling and fired. Liz never heard or felt anything, her limp, already unconscious body simply collapsed on the canvas. David administered a ten count and digitally recorded the prone fighter. Liz returned from Dream Street five minutes later.

Lessons from Mrs. Frazier

"The important thing, Davie, is to pay attention!"
This was Laura Frazier's advice to David, the oldest son of her best friend, Donna Malone, as they both stood at the center of the boxing ring in Frazier's paneled basement.
David was home from Blake Mitchell University on Winter break and was about to start boxing lessons with the woman who baby sat him as a child.
"I will!" answered David, staring deeply as possible into Mrs. Frazier's eyes. The tight boxing trunks and skimpy top was the least amount of clothing David had ever seen Mrs. Frazier in. He was very horny.
"Now if I'm going to sponsor your membership at the Amazonia Boxing Club after you graduate next year, you're going to have to learn how to fight," said Mrs. Frazier, a member of the Amazonia Boxing Club since her second and most recent divorce. She had been boxing since high school. "And if you're fighting women in a boxing ring you need to aware of somethings."
"Like?"
"Distraction. A lot of women don't fight fair. You might be in the middle of a match and your opponent keeps putting her chest in your face."
"Oh yeah?" David asked.
"Sure. Look here, Davie!"
Mrs. Frazier rested a gloved fist between her generous breasts. David stared.
BAP!
The upper cut clipped David's chin, planting him on the canvas, spark out cold.

Mrs. Frazier inspected David carefully and, pulling up his trunks, she hoped he knew how to use what he had been given. Since puberty, David wanted Mrs. Frazier, a fact she was fully aware of. She always caught David staring at her a moment too long at the town pool. When David expressed an interest in the Amazonia, Mrs. Frazier knew the time had arrived.
"Come on, Davie sweetheart, wake up!"
Mrs. Frazier was gently coaxing David into sitting up as he blinked his eyes searchingly.
"Wha...what happened?"
"You got knocked out, don't you remember?"
"No..."
David was still confused as Mrs. Frazier steadied him on his feet.
"Now one of the fundamental weapons for a female boxer is a right hook...it can be devastating!"
"Really?"
He never saw Mrs. Frazier's right fist execute a collision course with his head. David staggered on impact, instantly out on his feet. As he slept, David dreamed of Mrs. Frazier naked except for her red boxing gloves. The older woman was telling David how much she loved his cock.
"Who's Casandra, Davie?"
The question snapped David to full consciousness. This time his head rested on her bare thighs.
"Casandra?"
"You were groaning her name."
David eventually explained that Casandra, a third year exchange student from China, was his steady girlfriend at Blake Mitchell University. The word "competition" flashed to Mrs. Frazier and was automatically deleted. Plenty of  talk about "competition" had blocked Mrs. Frazier's path to the bedroom before and none of it stalled her yet. 

This needs to move along, Mrs. Frazier decided. She was getting horny a lot faster than she had expected, so she said to David, "Hit me!"
David wanted to hesitate.
"Come on, throw some punches! You're going to have to if you join the Amazonia."
So David launched a few strikes at the older woman, which she blocked, except when she let David connect. Then Mrs. Frazier began ducking out the punches and began flirting-teasing with her pupil.
"Hey Davie, you want me? You always have, right?"
The truth hit David like a brick. He felt the weird excitement of possibility.
"If you knock me out...somehow...you'll be a gentleman, right Davie!?"
David grunted "Right!" loudly and swung, missing Mrs. Frazier.
"But you won't do that, I'm putting you out cold!"
Arousal jolted the college boy, he was never this turned on by Casandra.
BAP!
A mean upper cut chipped David. He stumbled, but refocused.
"I'm singing you a lullaby, like when you were a little boy!"
Two more blows impacted David's midsection. As he retreated, two left-right combinations hammered his skull.
David was falling, drifting, unable to stay in one place. The ropes caught him, propping David up right in time for the follow through.
The ring was now blurry. David could barely hear Mrs. Frazier assure him of how popular he was going to be at the Amazonia. Liquid blackness edged his vision.
Mrs. Frazier adjusted David's chin and gave her right boxing glove a loud kiss. As the fist went back, David saw the same smile, so seductive and loving, Mrs. Frazier gave him at the pool.
 

David saw nothing, but he did dream of an afternoon at the pool.

When Mrs. Frazier, relined on a wide lounge chair, flashed that smile, David walked over and kissed the cougar. The kiss melted into full embrace, with David removing her bathing suit and Mrs. Frazier removing his T-shirt. David felt her lips everywhere.

Abruptly, David woke in Mrs. Frazier's bed, his head spinning. Mrs Frazier in a green- blue nightie appeared. After she kissed David, he decided the pain was worth it.

The Muscle Girl

He challenged Kathy because he wanted sex with her. Badly. Ken had had a fetish for female body builders all his life. He lived with one named Jasmine for a few years, prior to joining the Amazonia Boxing Club.
Of course Kathy accepted the match knowing it would be over before it began. She actually thought Ken was attractive and heard chatter in the women's locker room about how good he was in bed. But Kathy held back from falling in love.

They came out at the bell. When Ken was close enough, Kathy unleashed two piston-like punches on the end of his chin, putting him out cold before Ken landed at Kathy's feet. He slumbered contentedly through the ten count.
A powerful rush overcame Kathy when she looked at the prone fighter, smiling up at her.
"God! Yes!" she shouted to herself, slamming her boxing gloves together.

They fucked all night at Ken's townhouse. Kathy was so happy the next morning that she almost didn't punch her lover's lights out.  As she dressed, Kathy looked at Ken sprawled on the bed, thinking how cute he was. She admitted to herself that she loved Ken and lay down next to him.

Photo from Luvsfemboxers

 

The Argument

Cathy looked great in her corner, firing punches in the air that were meant for me.
If I had to call it, my Cathy was between slender and skinny. I always had a thing for her body type, slim but muscular and tall. I could see those tear-drop breasts concealed by her lose fitting top. From across the ring, Cathy's molten brown eyes always turned me on, even if they radiated anger.
Neither of us could say now what we argued over, but it was trouble enough to have to resolve it with our fists. It was just our natures and why we both joined the Amazonia Boxing Club. We liked to fuck and we liked to fight together

"We're battling to a KO!" Cathy told me when we touched gloves. Usually an order like that from Cathy was delivered with an erotic edge, but tonight she was just pissed.
"Good," I said. "You want to get roughed up a bit before I floor you?"
Cathy flinched a little at my question, aroused by the prospect.

One good thing about boxing an intimate partner is that you've learned how they move, how fast or slow. The bad thing is that she's studied the exact same facts about you.
We traded punches slowly in the beginning and then the pace quickened. I concentrated on working her body, while Cathy deflected what I threw at her and smacking me in return.
In round three, I tagged Cathy directly on the jaw. She stumbled and dropped to the canvas. My girlfriend was motionless, eyes shut and body limp until I reached "SEVEN!", when she seemed to rattle back to consciousness.
Rolling forward into a sitting position, Cathy stared at me with the determination to continue fighting, so I stopped the count. On legs of rubber, Cathy climbed to her feet. She was enraged that she'd been knocked unconscious.
Her right shot back behind her waist as she hurled at me, moving just slow enough to anticipate the punch.
"Stupid fuck!" Cathy spat at me. I aimed an upper cut at her unguarded chin. I knew a tire iron connected with my head.
I was out for at least five minutes.
Exploding stars and flashing pinwheels were dancing around me when my eyes opened. There were some soft, deep moans which weren't mine. Cathy, already sitting up on the canvas, was cradling her head in her gloves.
"You fucking asshole!" she spat at me.
I sat up myself. "I hope things are settled now...."
My girlfriend stared icily. "Yeah, we both have glass jaws and you get a woody from being punched out by a woman...you should have seen yourself laying there!"
I noticed I still had an erection and seeing Cathy that upset got me even more excited. I rose to my feet, with Cathy trailing right behind me.
"If you want to go again, I'll knock you out again!"
"Yeah?" Cathy was smiling as she stepped backward into the turnbuckle.
"Yeah! You just picked this argument so I could fuck you up!"
Cathy settled submissively in the corner.

 As we kissed violently, we made love. Then Cathy collapsed against me, calling my name as she kissed my chest and neck. "You win! You win!" she repeated, surrendering.

A Long Way

People told me Amelia had come a long way as a fighter since she joined the Amazonia Boxing Club and I believed it. I sent her to the canvas, out for the count, by the fifth round of our last bout. A girl her size going against me was punching above her weight, but while Amelia was upright and awake, she fought well.
I won't lie. I like KOing girls like Amelia - on the short side, cute as hell, and full of determination. Amelia employed all her newly honed skills, but she ended up in a deep slumber. I so enjoyed watching her carried out to the Recovery Room, that I wanted to see her again. Many women at the Amazonia didn't take well to being put down by a man's fists. But more than one guy told me that Amelia got horny from it. Men make up only twenty percent of the Amazonia's membership, so information about our female counterparts spreads quickly.
So, with the excuse of checking on her recovery, I talked to Amelia two days after her defeat.
"You were great, Amelia! He landed some good shots on me."
Amelia, her black hair gathered in a tight pony tail, shifted her position as she worked the heavy bag in order to speak to me. "I thought I had you once or twice..." Amelia looked away shyly for a moment. "...you got me instead. I have a glass jaw!"
We both laughed. "Do you remember anything about our match?"
"Well, I can still see you..." Amelia went back to hitting the bag. "You were looming over me and your fists smacking me all over. Then I was gone..."
"What are you doing Friday night, Amelia?"
The rhythm of her punches on the bag increased suddenly. "I might be busy."
"Dinner?'
"I like Chinese."

As we ate our improvised breakfast Saturday morning, Amelia confessed she masturbated to the memory of her knockout losses in the ring.
"Men and women?"
"Doesn't matter from who."
"Did you think about our fight last night?"
Amelia giggled like a tree full of singing birds. "Of course! The man who demolished me in front of everyone at the Amazonia? How could I not?
Much later, Amelia admitted she thought of other men who had floored her in the past when she fucked, but that's a story for another time.
"Do you ever cum when you are knocked out?" 
"Yeah, a lot!"
"How about fighting with me?"
"My second Jasmine told me my panties were soaked when they examined me in the Recovery Room."
"Amelia you are a strange girl!"
She pulled her face in mock outrage. "It's just me, just how I am."
"I want a rematch!" I insisted.
"Bet you do!"


The rematch was a week later, after hours, just Amelia and I, in a private ring at the Amazonia.
"You know what to do!" Amelia reminded me from her corner as she slipped on a pair of red boxing gloves. I considered asking Amelia why we didn't just get to the real reason we were there, but I decided not. Every woman has her own foreplay.
Amelia was awesome, stalking from her corner, her bright brown eyes fixed on me. For a moment I wondered if I'd walked into a trap and she would KO me.
We traded shots, fast and sharp. I tried to keep close to my opponent, since I had the height and weight advantage. But small girls who fight learn to move quickly and Amelia absorbed that lesson 
thoroughly. For every combination I landed on her head or body, two other punches either clipped or missed her.
I knew Amelia was working herself up, anticipating her end game. Two rounds went by before I became aggressive, pressing Amelia to the ropes and working her body. Amelia answered the fifth round bell smiling, though her movements were slowed by fatigue.
"Give it to me!" she fired at me between punches, at first under her breath and then more audible and demanding.
The sharp "SMACK!" of my glove on Amelia's chin stopped her in mid sentence. Collapsing onto the ropes, her arms dangled at her side. The blank, glassy look in her eyes revealed that she was out on her feet. I fired two more gut shots. The upper cut that followed nearly flipped her out of the ring.
Amelia's hips jerked as a dull smile spread on her face.
"Here comes the orgasm, honey!" I said as if Amelia could hear me.
The right hook turned off the dimming lights in her skull. She groaned and crashed heavily on her back.

Amelia's body jerked a few more times and then relaxed, while I counted her out. I removed her trunks. The front of her pink panties were soaked in cum. When the panties came off, I was staggered by how beautiful her black haired pussy and smooth thighs were as she was unconscious.

In the dressing room, Amelia slept for five minutes. I redressed her in a pair of my sweatpants.
"Oh God! You did it!" Amelia purred when she fully rejoined the conscious world. "I felt every orgasm!"
When I sat beside her on the bed, Amelia pulled me into a prolonged kiss. Already a bruise marked her lower jaw and purple shiner was growing beneath her right eye.
"Don't ever leave me!' she whispered in my ear.
"Never." I promised.

Mother and Daughter

I banged a few women from the Cougar Clique before Sherry. She wasn't as face pretty as Beatriz and Donna, the Clique leader, but Sherry had slender legs and satisfying tits. Light blue eyes illuminated her entire face, which held a maternal-whorish look to them.That magnetism doubled for me after each match I watched Sherry win at the Amazonia Boxing Club.
"Five guys took me on, five guys got carried out!" Sherry warned me the afternoon I challenged her to a match. She was being modest. The fights I witnessed all ended with the male participants badly bruised and out cold by round four. Even my friend Tommy, one of the best boxers at the Amazonia, was lifted off his feet by Sherry's upper cut.
Our fight was set for that Saturday.

An hour before the start, Sherry visited me in my dressing room just after my second, Desiree, stepped away.
"How old are you, Jon?"
Sherry was prepped for battle in short red trunks and a matching sports bra. Her thighs looked better the more I saw of them.
"Twenty-three." I replied.
"Almost perfect." purred Sherry, her arms snaking through mine and up my back, drawing me into an embrace. We kissed. "Ever been knocked out?"
"A few times..." I answered.
Sherry clasped my right hand and tenderly guided it down the front of her trunks. "Feel that, Jon?"
My fingers danced with her pussy hair and labia. We both grinned and kissed again.
With my free hand, I shifted Sherry's waist band below her hips.
"I'm gonna knock you out cold! So I'm giving you something to dream about!"
I had just started caressing Sherry's clit when she slapped my face. "Asshole! What the hell are you doing?!" she yelled violently, shoving me away. "Get ready for a serious beating, asshole!"
Sherry gave me a great leg show as she strode from the room.

Like Sherry's previous foes, I went to the canvas pretty quickly. It was my own fault. The lovely feel of her pussy on my fingers wouldn't leave me alone. A combination hammered me. The first punch sprawled me on the ropes. The second I never felt.
I know I slumbered through Emma the Ref's ten count, because when I woke I was in my corner, Desiree holding her index and middle fingers in my face.
"How many fingers, Jon?"
I concentrated, focusing on her hand.
"Pussy...?"
"Christ!" Desiree rolled her eyes.
"How's he doing?" asked Emma's voice.
"Sherry knows how to pick them. Help me get him to the recovery room."
Both women pulled me up, draping my arms over their shoulders. I glimpsed Sherry accepting the adulation of the all female crowd with her fists in the air. I went back to sleep.

Two weeks after getting publicly trounced , Sherry and I met up at the No Tell, a tidy motor lodge on Route 3. Waiting for us was a woman near my age, a younger looking version of Sherry.
"This is Jon, sweetie. You heard a lot about him."
The girl looked me up and down critically.
"You put him out. Nice to finally meet you, Jon."
I struggled for a response, but my only thought was "Three way!"
"You certainly have your mother's beauty." I said, suddenly very confident.
"That's sweet! I'm Jillian!"
"It's just been my daughter and me since my husband left us...so we share everything. Understand, Jon?"
"Perfectly!"
Jillian tossed a gym bag from her shoulder on the bed and took out a pair of heavy looking boxing gloves. "Let's flip for him, Mom!"
I watched a quarter fly off Sherry's thumb. Jillian called out "Tails!" as it tumbled to the floor. George Washington stared up at us from the carpet.
Jillian kissed her mother and told me "See you later!" as she left. Sherry slowly pulled the glove on her right hand.
"Ready?"
The older woman I wanted to fuck so much was about to give me the knock out I craved!
Sherry kissed the glove and slugged me. Landing on the bed, I was out.

The great thing about sex with an older woman is how confident they are, they do know what they want. Sherry took me in her with the sole purpose of getting laid until she was completely satisfied, which was a long time.
After 1 a.m. Jillian appeared in the room, naked as we were. More athletic than her mother, Jillian had the smooth body of a twenty-four year old. "Come here, Jon!"
She and I fell into a long kiss, that was abruptly terminated by a bare knuckled right to my chin. I remember slumping over Jillian's shoulder.
Like her mother, Jillian wanted a man to fuck her continually. She urged me on like a jockey on a through bred.

I woke late the next morning to see mother and daughter standing by the bed, decked out in tight trunks and boxing gloves. I leaped from the bed, kissing them both deeply.
"No Jon, look at us!"
Both women cocked back their right fists, saying "Nighty-night!" in unison.
I saw them smile like predators.
I came around, hours later, with headache and a black eye. 

Boxing Cousin Tulip

                                          

Jim's girlfriend, Bella, was carried inside the house and put on the living room couch. Three rounds was how long she lasted in a bare knuckled backyard match with Tulip, Jim's older cousin. Tulip wanted to sleep with Jim, but Bella, obviously, objected so Tulip beat her up.

"Bella, sweetheart, can you hear me?!" Jim implored his prone lover. Tulip was standing a few feet away, arms folded confidently over her abundant tits, held in place by a scarlet bikini top. Shifting her long, well developed legs in cut-off jean shorts, she  brushed her cousins head.

"She's out, Jimmy, and I made sure she'll be that way for a while!"

Jim stared at Tulip, very pissed at the damage she'd done to Bella.

"Hope you're happy, Tulip!"

Beneath his honest anger, Jim wanted to fuck his second cousin badly. But he was in love with Bella.

"Very!" Tulip clutched Jim's arm, tugging him away from the couch. "This one's useless, Jim! You saw she can't fight and I know I'm a better fuck than her...let's go upstairs!"

The trio was alone in the house. Jim and Bella were visiting during a university graduation road trip. The last time Tulip saw her little cousin Jim, he was in high school and whenever they embraced, Tulip rubbed forcefully against him and tongued him when they kissed. The embarrassed teen pretended nothing was wrong, but his arousal was pretty obvious. Now just when Jim was legal, Tulip found her seduction plans obstructed by Bella, so she clobbered her rival.

"Outside, Tulip! Now!"

Tulip wasn't annoyed by this delay. It always thrilled her to work over the man she wanted.

                                              

 

In the backyard, a boxing ring had been improvised from old couches, lounges and mattresses.

"We fight till one us sleeps, understand, Jimmy?"

"Yeah, I understan..."

Jimmy came up short when Tulip dropped her bikini top and pitched it outside the ring. The boxing gloves she pulled on were inscribed with "Sweet Dreams!" on the front of each. Jim stood entranced.

"What are you waiting for, put on those gloves!" ordered Tulip.

Jim, eyes still fixed on Tulip's bare chest, grabbed the black gloves Bella should have worn and put them on. Tulip went to her corner, picked up a large wooden spoon and banged it loudly on a metal bucket she clinched in her arm.

Jim had a compulsion to punch his cousin right on the nipples. When he got the chance, he socked both breasts twice, electing an "OHHH!"  from Tulip. Her pain sounded so good to Jim. A hard punch from nowhere clouted the side of his head and Jim was out.

The sky, blue and lined with cottony clouds, was what Jim saw next. Jim got to his feet, not even hearing Tulip's count until he was standing up straight.

"I know you wanted to feel them, but punching the girls is not permitted!" Tulip taunted.

They touched gloves and fought again.

While Jim battled his cousin, he forgot completely about Bella, still knocked out and dreaming in the house. He concentrated on sending Tulip on her own trip to Dreamland. For a moment he wondered what he might try after the ten count, with Tulip spread eagle on the lawn.

BAM!

                                                      

Jim emerged slowly this time, groaning, his face aching. Gloved hands resting in his lap, he sat in a recliner, head lolling side to side. Tulip knelt in front of him and called his name. Jim made a kind of response.

"Mommy...?"

Tulip burst out laughing. "I knew it, I always knew it!"

She yanked him to his feet and dog walked Jim to the large, overstuffed couch that comprised one side of the ring "Ready for Mommy's good night kiss?'

Jim only grinned distractedly. He was already dreaming on his feet of fucking Tulip, thrusting harder and harder.

"Now, the next time I say 'Let's go to my room,' you do it!"

WHAP!!

Jim was out cold for ten minutes.

He dreamed erotically of Bella and three girls he nailed behind Bella's back at Blake Mitchell University. But mostly he had pleasing visions of the woman who had just punched him out.

When he woke on Tulip's bed, he and Tulip were naked. As she stalked across the bedding like a tigress, Tulip described to Jim how sexy he was naked and knocked out. Tulip buried him in her body.

                                                       

An hour later the cousins were dressed. Tulip felt her usual deep contentment after getting laid really well.

"Hey, Tulip?"

Tulip turned to her cousin, smiling as she thought: God, maybe he wants more!

POW!!

Jim's sudden right hook knocked Tulip unconscious. Carrying her downstairs, Jim placed her on the big chair opposite the couch, where Bella still slumbered.

"Bella, honey, wake up!" He repeated himself a few times, gently slapping the girl's chin. Bella stirred and her eyes fluttered open.

"Wha..happened...?"

"Don't you remember?" asked Jim.

"I don't recall anything."

"You knocked Tulip out cold!" Jim said, happiness rising in his voice.

"I..I did?"

"Well, you put each other out at the same time. But Tulip still is still snoozing!'

Bella sat back on the cushion and rubbed her head. "The bitch deserved it!"

 

Fight the Good Girl

The text read "Fight Me!" Max Haig impulsively responded "When?" Max wanted to box Lady Donna very badly.
The feelings he had for Lady Donna were closer to intense lust than to love, but the desire burned deeply all the same. Lady Donna, a senior director of Justice Force, an all female band of crime fighters, was all that Max was not.

He had seen Lady Donna the first time on a live news broadcast of her taking out all five members of the Testosterone Gang during a bank heist. The twelve year old Max was stunned speechless watching the younger Lady Donna pose over the defeated crooks, flexing her biceps for the camera. Max was deep in wide-eyed love.
Max did wonder why Lady Dona dared him to a private bout at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Justice Force had been trying to capture Max, who had grown up to be a successful cat burglar, counterfeiter, and cyber criminal, for more than a decade. A number of times he tangled with Justice Force agents and left all of them out cold at his feet.
Was it a trap? Maybe. But if they wanted to capture him, Justice Force could have easily traced the signal of his cell phone and found him. This had not happened. 
Did Lady Donna just want a fight? Could be. In that case, Lady Donna was in her forties, a decade older than Max, and he assumed he would score a quick KO. That scenario excited him until another, even more stimulating hit Max. Maybe Lady Donna wanted to fuck?

The rules were settled before the time of the match was set, eleven p.m. in a private ring at the Amazonia Boxing Club. For ten rounds, the couple would fight until one knocked the other out. Emma the Ref would over see the fight.
In the flesh, Lady Donna was the perfect Cougar, muscular and lean, tits full and round as Max remembered them being as a teenager. Around Lady Donna's predatory brown eyes, faint crows feet were forming, stoking Max even more.
Emma the Ref waved together. 
"Ready to sleep, pussy hound?" asked Lady Donna.
Max only stared back, reminding himself to keep it together.
"I'm going tuck you into bed tonight, Donna!" 
A glove smacked Max sideways. Emma stepped between the fighters, ordering them to their corners.
Giving them half a minute to focus, Emma shouted "Fight!"
They laid into each other instantly. In the past, Lady Donna had fought plenty like Max, but she was pleasantly surprised by how skilled a fighter Max was. No wonder he knocked out so many of our operatives, she thought. But I know what he really wants and I'm making sure he'll get it!
An even match went on for three rounds. Lady Donna floored Max, but he quickly sprang up even before Emma could start the count. When two right hooks put her on the canvas, Lady Donna had a quick dream of her evening with Batman and woke to hear "FIVE!" Grabbing the ropes, Lady Donna was wobbly but standing when Emma called out "NINE!"
"Okay pussy lover, NOW it's time to sleep!" Lady Donna snarled.

 
 Punches fell over Max, who retreated from the barrage of leather. Moments later, he felt his back press against the ropes. A faint left was met by Lady Donna's fist, sending him the opposite direction. Pain stabbed his jaw, slowing his reactions, giving Lady Donna the opening she craved.
Three direct hits scrambled Max's vision. A harsh upper cut put him in standing daze. Lady Donna repeated the punch to insure her opponent was immobile.
Max knew what was about to happen any second and knowing that made him fall for Lady Donna. Please fuck me! he pleaded among his jumbled thoughts.
Max slept contently on the canvas.

Lady Donna retrieved Max's gym bag which contained his clothes while Emma counted him out. The two women stripped and redressed the victim in his street clothes, admiring his manhood as they worked.
"What's going to happen to Max now?" asked Emma as she buttoned up his shirt.
"I'll take him back to Justice Force HQ for interrogation. Max has a lot of connections in the criminal networks."
"What if he doesn't cooperate?"
At the count of three, they lifted Max onto the stretcher Emma had placed on the canvas and carried him from the ring.
"I can make men like Max talk!" stated Lady Donna.
"You're not going to hurt him!"
"No, just the opposite."
They were in the alley between the Amazonia Boxing Club and Zappatelli's Pizzeria. Carefully, they sat Max in the couch-sized back seat of Lady Donna's mini van.
"Well, thanks for your help capturing Max Haig. Justice Force won't forget this."
"No problem. Good luck."
The word "Josie" emerged from Max, whose head was nodding. Lady Donna climbed in and landed a karate chop midway between skull and shoulders. Stars danced in Max's head and he slumped over.
"Is he under control?" Emma asked.
"Oh yeah!"
The pair embraced and Lady Donna rode off for Justice Force HQ.


A month later, Emma received an invitation to the wedding of Max Haig and crime fighter Lady Donna. Emma smiled at the happy ending.

Sleeper or Smother?

"What's it going to be? Sleeper or smoother?"
Beth Ann had Tom pinned to the the canvas, her legs twisted tightly around his and palms clinched on his wrists. Beth Ann's face was only a few inches from his.
"Or should I put one on your chin and leave you here to sleep it off?"
Beth Ann smiled, flashing her bedroom eyes. Tom shifted both sets of limbs, but could not break free.
"Well?" she asked, breathily, granting Tom enough room to squirm against her body.

This week marked the third anniversary of Beth Ann's membership at the Amazonia Boxing Club and wrestling Tom was part of the celebration. Well in advance of the bout, which Beth Ann proposed to Tom one afternoon in a bar, she plotted this climax, which struck Beth Ann as the perfect finish to the bout.
That Tom was physically happy to have Beth Ann pressed on him was obvious and didn't upset her at all. Beth Ann loved close contact with men, whether wrestling, boxing, or fucking. For her, there was little difference between them. The nickname for Beth Ann in the men's locker room was "The Amazon," since her large chest and muscular figure reminded so many of the mythical fighters.

If he doesn't decide now, Beth Ann thought, I'm going to punch him out!
"Smoother!" blurted Tom. "Please!"
"I knew you'd go for that. Don't move!"
She released his wrists to pull off her top, exposing her breasts. Instead of struggling to escape, Tom clasped Beth Ann's ass and gently rubbed the cheeks in anticipation.
"Better feel as much as you can, boy! It's two minutes to Dreamland!"
Beth Ann surged forward, positioning her tits over Tom's face. The boxers stared at each other in silence and Beth Ann murmured, "Sweet dreams!" burying Tom's head between her breasts.  In the first seconds, Tom enjoyed Beth Ann's flesh on his face and tried to kiss the tits that sealed off his mouth and nose. The pleasure vanished when he tried to inhale and couldn't. His arms swung rapidly in every direction, while his legs banged the canvas. Short, stifled gasps barely escaped from under Beth Ann's chest. She tightened her arms, drawing Tom deeper into her cleavage.
"You like it, Tom?! You do!"
Beth Ann titled her face down, kissing Tom's black hair. Suddenly, the limbs slowed and dizziness hit Tom hard. Tom grunted and sighed. Breathing was impossible.
"You out?" asked Beth Ann, tenderly. She gave Tom's neck a final embrace. "Yeah, you're out fucking cold."
Beth Ann released the hold and settled Tom's head on the canvas. His mouth hung open.
"You going to bother pinning him?" asked Emma the Ref. "Because I'm not going to count him out."
"I'll forgo that perk!" Beth Ann replied. She pressed up on Tom's chin until his teeth touched and then kissed her victim. Tom was out stone cold. Perfect, Beth Ann thought.
"Tell Mr. Submissive Lamb that I'll call him tomorrow!" Beth Ann told Emma the Ref and exited the ring.

She actually waited two days to call Tom, which turned out for the best. Emma the Ref had to help him from the ring when he came around. But even as his head cleared in the Recovery Room, Tom knew he was in love with Beth Ann...and horny beyond describing.
Laying in bed that night, Tom reran the memory of the breast smoother knockout in his head until he dropped into a depleted sleep.

Beth Ann called him at work, asking what he'd like for supper. She told him to be at her place at 7 p.m. After dinner and some wine, Beth took Tom by the hand and lead him to her bedroom.
Tom fucked like a man in love, which he was. They both woke late the next morning, happily exhausted.
"You really liked me to demolish you."
Tom grinned. "I did, a lot!"
"I liked destroying you, too! Tom, do you love me?"
"Yeah! I do!"
"I'm not in love with you. It's not your fault, I never loved anyone in my life." Beth Ann explained. "But I still want to see you, as much as I can. And I want to make sure everyone knows we're a couple."
"Great, tell anyone you want."
"I sure will!"
WHAP!
From nowhere, Beth Ann's fist smacked Tom's head.
When he woke five minutes later, Tom was on his feet in front of a full length mirror on the bedroom door. Beth Ann's deep purple seal of ownership encircled his right eye. She gave Tom an excited kiss.

Maggie Beats Up Sam

Men always noticed the tattoos that swarmed all over both of Maggie's arms. They saw her stand up tits and toned buttocks, but the cascade of red, blue and violet inked figures and symbols seemed to smack them across the face.
The skin art, along with her lean body, and Maggie's regular practice of beating men senseless in the ring caused whispers at the Amazonia Boxing Club that Maggie was a lesbian. The rumor evaporated when she laid some of the men she knocked out cold.
"If she's a dyke, she's the best actress on Earth!" one of Maggie's victim-lovers, Phil, told his friend Sam. They were having an after work beer.
"And you just challenged her?" asked Sam.
"Oh yeah. No standing on ceremony with Maggie. We fought the same day."
Sam had watched the tattooed woman tear through Phil. Limp and bruised all over, Phil was carried off in round three.
"And you and her fucked that night?"
"The next night!" Phil explained. "Give Maggie a try."

After talking with Maggie for a few minutes at a coffee shop near the Amazonia, Sam complimented her skin art, asking Maggie if he was using the right term.
"They are 'tattoos', right?"
"Yep, that's correct!" Maggie looked over her arms, extended for Sam to examine.
"Do they have a special meaning?" Sam inquired. All he saw was jumble of figures and symbols.
"Yes. I get a tat for every man I knock out with my fists. I got my first one when I was nineteen!"
"These are all men you fought?"
"Not all. I'd be covered completely if that was the case. These are just the special ones."
"Special how...if I can ask?"
"Special as in they were a good fight or a good fuck...or both."
She pointed to the number "19" in vibrant cherry tones, perched on Maggie's left shoulder. "My first male opponent when I was in the police academy...Tony. He was great, I popped him out early in the match. Everyone was surprised, including me!" Maggie grinned. "We were together for two years."
Sam pressed his finger cautiously on a white and crimson image of two poker cards, side by side, the ace and two of hearts.
" 'Two Round Tommy'," Maggie answered. I knocked him out cold in the middle of round two. Tommy and I were married for five years."
"They're very beautiful, Maggie. You should be proud."
"I am, thanks."
The portrait of male and female faces being hammered by an immense black boxing glove leaped out from Maggie's right bicep.
"Who are they?" Sam asked.
"The man is Jon from a year ago." Maggie pressed a finger on Jon's image. "I sent him to dreamland in round five and we fucked the same night."
"The woman?"

Maggie stabbed the female face with her nail. "Jon's girl. She objected to us messing around, so I settled the matter with her in the ring. She was in the hospital for a week." Maggie smiled widely. "What are you doing tonight, Sam?"

"What's the blank space for?"

Maggie was on top of Sam, where she had been all night. She glanced at the patch of untouched flesh  below the "19" tattoo. "Kiss it!" she told Sam. "Now!"
Sam pressed his lips to the smooth skin.
"That space is for you."
"For me?" Sam echoed.
"I could knock you out so fast you wouldn't know it happened!"
Sam pictured the naked body pressed against him dressed in boxing gear. "Yeah, whenever you're ready, Maggie."


 By round four, Maggie was wearing Sam down, working him mostly in the mid section, with occasional head shots to keep the stars shinning brightly in his eyes.
"You gonna cum, Sam?!"  Maggie whispered in her opponent's face, pounding his belly. Sam only grunted after each punch landed. Maggie's voice and the female spectators cheering her on from ringside where millions of miles away. Maggie pasted Sam twice on the jaw.
Then she stepped away from her victim, believing he was headed for the canvas. Sam was still, arms dangling, mouth agape, eyes nearly shut. Birds were singing loudly in his ears.
Maggie silently calculated the force needed and threw her fist. The upper cut jerked Sam's head back, switching off the lights.
Emma the Ref moved in, shoving back Maggie, who was screaming "Get up bitch! Get up, you bitch!" at the lifeless fighter. Emma waved in the seconds, Desiree and Kaylee, who loaded Sam onto a stretcher and moved him to the recovery room. Maggie loved the dreamy smile Sam's face as he went by.

Three weeks later Sam got a text from Maggie: "Come look at my new tattoo!"
Sam marveled at the new tat as the morning sun illuminated the sleeping Maggie's shoulder. It was a likeness of himself in boxing gear, unconscious on the canvas. Inside the dream bubble over his head was a Valentine's heart, pierced by Cupid's arrow. The tattoo version of Sam smiled as he dreamed.
 

Tommy's Contusion Benefits

Two things happened to Tommy after losing a boxing match to Naomi the Amazon. Tommy developed a serious shiner on his right eye. Second, for weeks afterward he got laid - a lot.
It was a private bout between Tommy and the African-American battler, held after midnight at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Since he loved muscle girls, he went into the ring half expecting Naomi to fuck him after the bout. Instead, the kindergarten teacher pounded Tommy's face three times before dispatching him to dreamland. Naomi didn't bother with a ten count, she just left Tommy sprawled on his back.
A few days later a guy, who didn't know about the match, asked Tommy how he got the black eye. Tommy answered, "From Naomi the Amazon" and word spread quickly, because men weren't supposed to admit they were injured by a woman, although it happened all the time at the Amazonia.
Some guys laughed at Tommy, but that was drowned out by women asking for details of the beating. "How did it feel to get pounded and knocked out by a woman?" most of them asked. The more specifics Tommy provided, the more excited the women became, until one told Tommy she needed sex with him right there.
They fucked. Tommy began adding new, vivid details to the story.

When Suli asked for a fight, Tommy was surprised. He had seen her around the gym and wanted her, and knew she was partners with Kiki in the You're Out! mixed fighting sessions service. Tommy assumed Suli was building the client base.
"No, this one's on me!" she said as the pair climbed into the ring. Suli admitted to being aroused by Tommy's black eye and the tale of how he got it.
"I'm going to do the same to you, horn dog, just a lot faster!"
The bell signaled to the two fighters. Suli and Tommy danced in a closing circle around each other, like opposite poles of two magnets.
"Suli, you are damn beautiful!"
"Thank you! Know what you are, honey stick?"
"What?"
"Unconscious."
BAP!
Tommy felt an explosion and he thought, as everything closed own, "Time to sleep!" He did a slow El Foldo to the canvas, dreaming he was going down on Suli.
Tommy woke naked on a motel room bed, Suli standing over him in her pink undies, flexing her biceps.
"Nap time's over! Play time's started!" Suli explained.

If you didn't know her well, you'd mistake the look in Amelia's eyes for love. At twenty-three, she barely understood what the word meant. She was consumed with sexual fascination for Tommy and his contusion.
Tommy stood with her in the ring, staring back into her eyes and feeling pretty horny himself. The petite Asian-American girl wore light blue, low cut sweatpants, a white spots bra, and pink boxing gloves..
"Did you come ready to fight, Amelia?"
Amelia nodded in the affirmative, not breaking eye contact. "Did that hurt?" she asked, pointing her glove at Tommy's right eye.
"Yeah. Naomi trounced me."
"It's like she kissed you."
Tommy looked at Amelia's exposed jaw, realizing he could finish this before it started. But would Amelia want to fuck when she came around?
Tommy raised his gloves to waist level, partially extending them. Amelia did nothing but stare and grin.
"Amelia, let's touch gloves."
"Sure...touch gloves..."
Amelia's grin widened.
"Sweetie, go back to your corner so we can box."
"Box?" Amelia pressed a deep kiss on her opponent's lips. "Why you wanna fight, Tommy?...you're cute!"
The male fighter surrendered. "Amelia, there's something I have to tell you."
The girl's eyes brightened.
"Yeah! What?"
"To say 'good night' to Daddy!"
BAM!
Amelia's face jerked toward the ceiling, but she didn't fall. Her lips began to move. Tommy couldn't hear what she was murmuring at first.
"Hit...me with..your best..shot...fire ...away!..."
"Okay, come to Daddy!" Tommy said, kneeling down. Amelia melted over his shoulder and he shifted her into a comfortable carrying position.

Although Tommy changed into street cloths before leaving the Amazonia, Amelia was still clad in her boxing outfit and gloves when she was carried into her bedroom.
Tommy took a few digital pictures of the slumbering girl fighter, so lovely and vulnerable, motionless on the mattress. He was proud of sucker punching the inexperienced warrioress.
"Amelia! Amelia! Wake up, my little honey pot!"
Tommy gently slapped Amelia's face. Eyes wincing, she emerged slowly from sleep.
"..how did..I get ...here..?"
"I drove you home from the Club." Tommy explained, removing her boxing gloves.
"Was I...knocked out?"
"For the count and more!"
Tommy pitched away the gloves and helped Amelia sit up. She blinked a few times to focus her thoughts.
"Did I go a few rounds at least?" asked the girl, staring up at her opponent.
"No, I slugged you when you didn't expect it."
Amelia twisted her face in confusion. "You took me!"
"You're too lovely not to knock out, Amelia!"
Pulling Tommy down by his shirt, Amelia purred, "Take me again!"

On the morning drive home, Tommy stopped at a florist and had red roses sent to Amelia.

Maria's Rules

Maria was what most men termed "plus size," but her full thighs and tits made her very attractive, especially to the guy standing across the ring. She wasn't upset at Eddie for challenging her to a boxing match simply because he wanted to fuck her. From other men, Maria had learned such opponests were blind to the contradiction of wanting to make love to and box the same woman. The two impulses were one desire for them, so Maria defused the situation by knocking them out cold. The opponents who realized, post KO, that they were "screwed up," Maria spent the night with. But no relationship came of these pairings. Maria wanted another sort of mate.

"Here's my rules, Eddie, so we have no misunderstanding!"
Eddie, medium height, in good shape, average looks, nodded. "Go ahead."
"We're both here because you want to get with me and I'm willing to give you a chance. We clear so far?"
Eddie was disoriented by Maria's directness, but admitted he understood.
"So this will be simple: If you knock me out, we're a couple. But if I put you down, you're back at square one."
The challenger surveyed Maria's biceps. "I can try again if I lose?"
"Sure. As often as you want. I like you. So you're clear about the parameters?"
"Yes!" Eddie enthused.
"Great!"
WHAP!
BAM!
SOCK!
The third punch actually put Eddie to sleep, which made Maria sad. She didn't want such a nice guy to hurt too much.
She gave Eddie a slow ten count, but the felled warrior never stirred after his face down landing.
Planting the same affectionate kiss on Eddie she gave all her victims, Maria collected her stuff and left.

She didn't hear from Eddie for a month, which was longer than she expected. Gossip in the women's locker room at the Amazonia Boxing Club said Eddie had hooked up with a few, twenty something gym bunnies since his defeat.
"Well, are those sluts there for any other reason?" Maria told her friend, Jasmine.
Maria assumed Eddie had given up in search of easier women, until she received a text, asking for a rematch.

This time the bout lasted three rounds. Maria let it go that long and found Eddie was good fighter, if you didn't sucker punch him in the opening seconds of the fight.
But in time...
WHAM!
The lone upper cut lifted Eddie a few inches in the air. Maria was pleased to see his eyes close in mid flight. Maria rolled Eddie on his back. He had a smile on his lips, despite being unconscious. That's more like it, Maria thought. Pulling down the front of his trunks, she gently fingered his erection.
"Just like I expected," she murmured, putting the waistband back in place. "Let's give Eddie a taste to whet his appetite!"

Maria spent the night with Eddie a week later. He described her to his friends as "a powerhouse fuck" and the "best in years," which it was.
Eddie wanted more, but Maria did not reply to cell phone calls, emails or text messages.  Total silence. Eddie was in love and completely cut off.
When he started seeing bouts between Maria and other men, most of them ending with the male carried from the ring, Eddie went from frustrated to angry. He demanded a second date with Maria, but the meeting place would be a boxing ring.

"I've been busy," Maria explained when she finally faced Eddie.
"So I saw." Eddie replied. Maria thought his pissed off tone was just right. "The rules are the same, got it?"
"Got it!"
Eddie was aggressive this time, but not careless. Each round that went by, he maneuvered Maria closer to a corner until the fifth, when he fixed her on a turnbuckle and opened up.
Maria made only a brief defense against Eddie's onslaught. Pain exploded all over her body until she began to slump.
Even though her vision was blurring, Maria felt the barrage of fists diminish and become more precise.
Yes! Now! she implored Eddie, consciousness drifting away. The punches became a song that she followed until darkness took her in a lover's embrace.

Maria awoke to Eddie calling her name desperately. Sitting upright against the ropes where she had fallen after succumbing to the knock out, she smiled at her new lover.