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.