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.