Kidnapped by Kiki - The Finish

                                                

Both fighters were heavily aroused as they boxed. Tom, because he was trading punches with a naked woman. Kiki because she always got turned on by hitting a male, her aggression fueled by the certainty that the match would end with Tom sleeping.
It's how he wants it, she thought, landing a combination to Tom's skull.
Tom fought with a disadvantage that Kiki discovered watching him box at the Amazonia. Studying him in the ring with female opponents, Kiki saw he never cunt busted and avoided tit punching whenever possible. With the size of Kiki's chest, Tom would lean down to land shots to her torso. You keep that up, boy! Kiki thought, beginning to time how long he let himself be exposed. Then she stepped toward her opponent.
WHAM!
POW!
WHACK!
Tom was dazed by the brutal attack. He tried to raise his arms in defense, but Kiki hit too fast. After battering his midsection a few more times, Kiki unloaded on his jaw.
Tom felt himself fly upward and then crash painfully on his back. He started blinking, desperate to focus. He saw Kiki climbing on top of him, her right arm pulled back.
Then Tom was on his feet, Kiki dog walking him, saying "Just a few more steps, honey..." but he understood nothing. All he could do was let his numb body drift under Kiki's control until he came to a stop.
"Okay, Tom, this is the moment!" Kiki stated, leveling Tom's head so they saw eye to eye. "You've always wanted a big tited woman to beat you up and knock you out. Here it comes!"
Kiki retracted her right fist again, but lowered it when she saw Tom smiling. She clasped his face and gave him a long kiss, something she'd never down to a man she was fighting no matter how horny she had become.
Clarity began seeping to Tom's brain and the full effect of the kiss registered. "Kiki...you said..."
BAM!
It was dark again for awhile.

Kiki lay next to Tom on the bed in the room next to her office. She brought herself to orgasm twice while staring at the unconscious Tom. He woke feeling dizzy, but when he was coherent, he told Kiki how beautiful she was. Kiki put one arm around Tom's shoulder, while the free hand began working his dick, which needed little encouragement.
"I bet you say that to all the girls who knock you out..."

An hour later, Tom was blissful. Kiki was not sure if she had just fallen for Tom.
"Get your money's worth?" she asked, rolling over.
"Every penny!"
Kikii sat up and reached for the panties on the floor. "Wait, Kiki, one last thing!"
Tom was on his knees in front of the fighter, placing his palms gently on her knees. Kiki hesitated, about to remind Tom the session was over. Instead, she pressed his head between her thighs. Her entire upper body arched back as Tom penetrated her with his tongue pressing on her clit. At first, only sharp gasps passed from her mouth, but quickly she caught enough breath to call her lover a "fucking slut!" until Kiki's massive orgasm erupted and she flopped on her back.
Kiki kept Tom's head in place and delivered a harsh neck chop. Tom sagged into her pussy and went to sleep.
"You'll go with any hole!" she insisted to the prone male. "As long as they glove up and fuck you up!"

Kiki carried Tom and the digital flash card that held the complete record of their bout out to her car. Thirty minutes later, she dumped him on his own bed. Leaving the flash card on kitchen table, Kiki knew she was in love with Tom.