The Black Eye

"Taming" was the word Dona used to describe what she liked doing to certain men. "Branding" was a more accurate term. The men she chose to make her own were not really in need of taming. They worshiped female sexuality, mostly the aggressive type. Being physically overwhelmed by a woman they were attracted to was a primal pleasure for them.
Donna instinctively knew when Jon was ready for "taming," the summer he graduated Blake Mitchell University. Being friends with his mother allowed Donna to track his time at BMU, including his two, long-term girlfriends.
Both were big breasted, statuesque blonds. Beth Ann was the cheer captain for the university baseball team. Karen was a self defense instructor for the school's female population.
"She gets rough with my boy," confided Jon's mother over coffee. "He seems to like it, I guess. They look happy."
"I bet they are." Donna said.
The news of Jon and Karen was the assurance Donna was looking for. It was just a matter of patience.

 The fun with Karen ended with their June graduation. She returned to her family farm in Emporia, Ill., leaving Jon alone and unhappy, with nothing but a business degree. One summer afternoon, Dona asked Jon if they could have lunch, so they could talk awhile.
Jon accepted and didn't think anything was wrong when Dona ordered him not tot ell his mother.
In twenty-two years on Earth, Jon had never been happier.
After blonds in his own age range, Jon loved forty plus women with long legs and full breasts. Since Jon discovered women, he had wanted "Ms. Donna," as he wanted all the women who fell under the rubric "God, I'd love to fuck her!" But when Dona actually came on to him, Jon shifted her to a different category: "God, I am going to fuck her!"

"I want to ask you something, Jon." Dona said when they sat on her bed.  Donna had spent their entire lunch feigning interest as Jon talked the loss of Karen out of his system. They drove back to Donna's house to have a beer.
Jon was curious about what Donna wanted to know.
"Have you ever been punched by a woman?"
The question startled Jon, but not because it never happened, but because Karen loved wrestling as foreplay to rough sex. Jon got used to that pretty quickly. When Jon admitted the truth, Donna asked if he enjoyed it.
"Sure." he answered, failing to sound casual.
"Did Karen hit you?"
"Yeah, a few times."

Donna yanked a duffle bag from under her bed and removed a single, black boxing glove. "You know I box, right?"

"Yeah...!" Jon's eyes went wide as he marveled at the glove Dona held in his face.

Confidently, Donna continued. “This boxing glove is special, one of my favorites. It’s for fighting dirty and other things.”

“Like?” Jon swallowed hard.

Donna handed Jon the glove and took off her shirt, revealing a pair of lovely white breasts, each adorned with pink nipples. Donna's abs were smooth and hard.

"Like knocking out certain men. Men like that kind of thing, men like you!"

Jon was already gently pawing Donna's breasts when he started to say "When did..."

"When I heard about Karen. And by the way you looked at my tits."

She picked up the glove. "This is a loaded glove for when you want to KO your opponent dishonestly. I really want to knock you out and I think you want me to do it now!"
Without speaking, Jon consented with a long kiss. When they broke their embrace, Donna began fitting the loaded glove on her right hand.

"When I punch you with this, two things will happen. First, lights out, lover boy! Instant knockout! Off to dreamland!"

Jon's breathing grew rapid and he became aroused at the core of his being.

"Second, you're gonna have a bright purple and black shiner when you come out of it! Giving men black eyes gets me so hot! And it's going to hurt, a lot! And you'll be so in love with me!"
Donna ordered Jon to kiss her boxing glove and he complied.

"Now, just look at my breasts...!" Donna purred.

What felt like a sand bag smacked Jon in the face, detonating an explosion of multi colored stars and pinwheels.

He landed on the bed, spark out cold, smiling at the erotic images dancing in his brain. Donna sat down beside him and socked Jon again in the right eye.
"Just to make sure, my love!" she told him.
Jon had a ten minute nap.

He was sat up, leaning against Donna, when he came out of it. Both of them were naked. A full length mirror stood a foot from the edge of the bed.
"Look at you! You're so cute with that black eye!"
Donna was pointing at their reflection, smiling happily. Now Jon could see himself, a dark purple half-circle on his right eye, which suddenly began to throb.
"I got you good, Jon! Did you dream about me? All the boys like you do!"
Jon nodded listlessly. Donna grabbed her IPhone from beside her and held it in front of them. "Say 'Pussy!', Jon!"
Donna snapped multiple pics of herself and the groggy male. Her favorite was of her planting a kiss on Jon's face on. "So cute!" she commented as Jon passed out.

They fucked all summer. Whenever Jon's contusion showed signs of healing, Donna "renewed" it.
During one bare knuckle match in Donna's bedroom, Jon muttered "Mommy..." after taking a knock out punch.
Jon landed his first real job in the city at the end of August, just on time for Donna to end things. She would never admit it, but Jon knew she had found another guy. To make up for his disappointment, Donna sponsored his membership at the Amazonia Boxing Club, where met a nice girl named Monique.
 

 

Kiki Enjoys Ray

"I had one guy, he had me make up my face like we'd been in a boxing match that I lost badly. I did up some bruises and a shiner on my right eye. It was all fake, but it looked like he really roughed me up."
Kiki looked for a reaction from Ray, who smiled with interest and continued to listen. But she saw the spark in his eyes.
"Then I dressed in boxing gear, gloves and everything, and lay on the bed like he'd knocked me out cold. I called him and pretended to come out it!"
"Yeah..." Ray said.
"I described how it felt to get worked over and knocked out by this guy. Then I passed out a second time and he had sex with me, the female boxer he defeated."
Kiki watched Ray playing the whole scene in his head. "Is that what you're looking for, Ray?"
Many of this potential client's buttons had been pushed, but not the main one.
"Not exactly." he answered. "I want to lose!"
"You want role play being KOed by me?"
"No, I want you to really punch me out."
Kiki knew for a fact that Ray had won and lost mixed matches at the Amazonia Boxing Club. When she asked about him in the women's locker room, four woman testified that he had given them very satisfying one offs. Why did he want to be KOed? she asked herself.
"I can do that for certain!"
They discussed the session fees and rules. Kiki always went through this part in a business like, but friendly manner. Ray paid half as they agreed and Kiki went into the more pleasurable process of gathering the details of what Ray wanted to do. Both Kiki and her clients found this a satisfying form of foreplay.
"That shouldn't be a problem, Ray. In fact, I think it will be very enjoyable."

In the last four years, Kiki's acting career had picked up steadily. Lots of commercial work, bit parts on sit coms, and even the voice of Mrs. Santa Claus in a children's Christmas movie. But I love this!, she thought, unpacking her duffle bag in Ray's bedroom. Hitting men feels so good!
"Ready, sweet heart?" Kiki chirped to Ray, who sat on his bed.
"Yep!" he replied, like a child about to receive a long anticipated birthday gift. He quickly shifted onto the floor, back against the mattress. Taking off her one piece bathing suit, Kiki revealed her large, beautiful tits. Bending down, she gave Ray a long look at them and then playfully rubbed her breasts in his face.
 "You like that?"
There was a smothered "YES!"
"Good. I wanted you to have something nice to dream about."
Siting in front of Ray, Kiki pulled back her fist.
On impact, stars exploded everywhere. Ray felt a prickly pain and then a sinking sensation. The room went dark, but he could still see Kiki through the bright lights swirling in his eyes.
"You not asleep yet, boy?"
Kiki gave the dazed male a long, deep kiss.
"That was your good night kiss, lover!"
Her fist went back farther this time, fingers clinched tighter. "Dream about me!"
The second detonation flung Ray into darkness. For a few moments, he heard Kiki ask if he creamed himself and then that vanished. Ray was out cold.

 

 

"Come on, boy, you can do it one more time!"
Ray opened his eyes slowly, taking in the bare chested Kiki, now wearing a pair of black boxing gloves. With the right glove, already covered in cum, Kiki was aggressively masturbating Ray's purple erection. Through the pain in his face, Ray felt the pleasure of orgasms Kiki had already given him seep through.
An intense rush fired in Ray's loins and he ejaculated on himself a fourth time.
"I knew you could, Ray!" Kiki whispered in his ear. "You in love with me?"
As groggy as he was, Ray nodded strongly.
"After all those orgasms, I hope so!"
Letting Ray savor the afterglow of the climax she brought him to, Kiki got up and checked on the digital camera that recorded the entire session. A bonus she provided to guys she really liked.
"Ready for round two, honey?"
Kiki landed a left hook with the clean glove.
WAP!
Ray fell completely in love with Kiki. There was no one on earth but Kiki and himself.
Kiki gave Ray a ten count for the camera and lifted him onto his bed. Adjusting the camera to record her client in his new position, Kiki felt she could love Ray. Well, there was a possibility, anyway.

Ray did have erotic dreams for the five minutes he was out cold. The women he fucked kept changing. Kiki shifted into Cathy, who bled into Jennifer Lopez, who became his last girlfriend, Amelia, who was Kerry Washington.

"Which did you like it better with? Bare knuckle or glove on?"
This was a break in their coupling. Ray was on his back, physically spent, with Kiki on her side, fondling his half-erect penis.
"Christ, you were so sexy with your bare fist about to slug me!" Ray admitted, exchanging a kiss with Kiki. "But a woman in boxing gloves always gets me hard!"
"So I saw!"
For forty minutes they had sex after Ray came around, Kiki kept her boxing gloves on. Just before climax, she would whisper "I'm gonna knock you out!" in Ray's ear. He would have violent orgasms.
"I think I'm in love with you, Kiki!" Ray declared with all the sincerity he could muster.
Kiki gawked at him momentarily and then smiled. Every now ans then a client made this kind of admission.
"No, Ray, you're not. We just had incredible sex and I made one of your deepest fantasies a reality. You think the pleasure you're feeling is love, but its just coitus."
"But its not just..."
"Shhh! No!' She silenced Ray by pressing her middle finger to his lips. "You paid me to fuck you stupid and I did. You're not thinking straight."
She leaped from the bed and started to dress.
"It's for real! I'm serious!"
Nodding her head in agreement, Kiki tied her sneakers. "You know, I'd usually punch you out to give you a lesson about love."
She kissed Ray again, against her better judgement, because, deep down, Kiki liked him a lot.
"But you'd propose marriage when you woke up."
He fell back heartbroken on the bed, his head turned from Kiki.
"Ray?" she purred affectionately.
"Yes?" He turned back to her.
WAP!
Ray never knew, until he woke much later, what hit him.
Kiki applied some lipstick and left a lip print on Ray's cheek.
"See you soon, lover..." she said and walked out of Ray's apartment.