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.