Arianna

All men needed a beating. That was how Arianna approached guys inside and outside the Amazonia Boxing Club, but she only admitted it to her girl friends, who all agreed.
This never encumbered Arianna's sex life. The desire to fuck a man was fueled by her need to punch him. "No one ever leaves the ring on his own power after going up against me!" was her article of faith. If there were hard feelings afterward, she knew how to smooth them over.

Always a gentleman in the ring, Jon's KO punches were swift and generally painless. One instant the girl was on her feet, fighting ferociously, and then on the canvas, fast asleep. Women at the Amazonia liked Jon...a lot. They were deeply satisfied by him in the bedroom, one describing him as a "mighty good man!" All the gossip aroused Arianna.

Jon surmised Arianna was going to be a challenge. A "thick" girl should never be underestimated. Even more distracting for Jon were Arianna's cantaloupe sized tits and the brilliant smile that lit up her smooth, round face. Third round, he decided. Short and sweet.
Arianna looked Jon over and gave him a sharp smile. "I'm knocking you out, boy!"
"Oh, yeah?"
The pair threw their fists up as they circled slowly toward each other.
"Yeah!...Sweet dreams, honey stick!"
Jon fired off two gut shots to Arianna, who hammered Jon's head in reply. Leather exploded everywhere and the fighters began retreating and attacking rapidly. Jon stayed with Arianna, anticipating the opening in her defense he needed to end the match.
Arianna stood her ground, blocking and counter punching, absorbing without hesitation whatever blows actually landed. She was making herself known to her opponent.
Arianna pounded Jon's solar plexus twice, which writhed him in agony. An upper cut spun the ring violently. Jon's brain was racing to catch up. Another punch made reality wobbly. Jon couldn't keep up and he tripped into blackness.

Arianna administered a ten count.
"You're out !" she yelled in Jon's face. He was dreaming of sex-boxing with a bikini clad Kaylee, who he had boxed with a few days earlier. He really admired Kaylee's ass.
"Now you are my bitch!" she added, after an affectionate kiss.

Jon came out of the dream five minutes later and slowly, painfully sat up. His vision focused on Arianna standing in her corner, naked except for her black boxing gloves, which rested on the top ropes of the ring.
"Let's go, bitch!" ordered Arianna with a bright smile. "You can tell what I want!"
Jon worked to his feet and walked slowly to Ariana. Directly in front of her, he went to his knees and pressed his face between Arianna's substantial thighs. His tongue probed her vagina lovingly.
"Yes! Jon! Yes!" Arianna shouted. "You do love me! Bitch!"
Her voice became soft and affectionate when she insulted Jon, who brought her off continually. When he stopped to catch his breath, Jon would kiss the smooth brown skin of Arianna's inner thighs, telling her that he would love her forever.
"Stand up, Jon!" Arianna commanded, softly pressing her glove in an upward motion to Jon's chin, until they looked each other in the eyes. "Want to be my full time bitch, Jon?"
His imperceptible nod signaled yes. Arianna measured out the force needed to make the final punch count.
"Go to sleep!"
A painful detonation on his chin turned out the lights in Jon's skull.

Arianna, in black lace underwear, was the first thing Jon saw when he emerged from his knock out.
"Rise and shine!"
Arianna was gently stroking his full erection. "Enjoy your nap?"
"I don't remember..."
"No? Well, you sure slept long enough." Arianna undid her bra. Jon's eyes widened happily as she straddled him and told him to remove her panties.

Arianna's ample breasts were Jon's pillows when he woke at sunrise. She kissed the top of his head. "Good morning, honey!"
"Good morning!" he answered, pressing a kiss between her tits.
Arianna leaped from the bed like a delighted school girl and vanished into the bathroom. When she reappeared, her hands were concealed behind her back.

"For me, there's no difference between the boxing ring and the bedroom."
Exhausted, content and bruised in a few spots, Jon agreed.
A gloved first shot out from Arianna's back and slammed Jon's jaw. For a long moment, he saw stars and pinwheels. His head landed on the pillows, eyes crossed, mouth gaping open.
"I love you, bitch!"
With those tender words from his new lover, Jon went out cold.