Ludmila Breaks a Sweat

Ludmila thought boxing was foreplay.  Every guy that took her on got carried or helped from the ring.  Tall, wiry men were her favorite quarry.

"They feel so solid when you hit them!" Ludmila enthused.

All this happened after Irene left me.  I went two rounds before I was finished off.  The first hammer punch, a right hook, rattled the inside of my skull.  The follow through upper cut unleashed a super nova. The stars fading drew me down into sleep.

I woke to my friend Desiree asking me to count the number of fingers she held in my face.  Behind Desiree a few paces stood Ludmila,  gloves perched on her hips, commentating loudly on the match.

"I didn't even break a sweat!" she mocked. "I like your kind the best!"

Ludmila made sure I could see her breasts.  "You got a full time girl, punching bag?"

"No." I managed to get out. 

"I didn't think so."

Desiree stared at me warily.  "Careful Doug, remember Carlos!"

When Ludmila clobbered Carlos last June, his girl, Rose, confronted Ludmila after the ten count. A minute later,  Rose was sprawled unconscious, next to her man. Carlos and Ludmila hooked up a few days later and Rose went after the amazon again. Rose was two days in the hospital. 

I wouldn't call our first date strange. "Unorthodox " is more accurate.

I was working the heavy bag at the Amazonia after work when I heard someone walk up behind me.

"You miss your sweet Ludmila?"  the honey covered voice asked me.

A hard fist slammed down on my head.  All the power went out of my body and I staggered. Then I blacked out. 

Much later I learned that I was carried over Ludmila's shoulder,  limbs dangling,  across the main gym floor. Every woman present cheered my new owner.

Fucking Ludmila after that was acknowledging her power over me, so I just enjoyed the orgasms. 

"You're sure you don't have a girl or a wife you forgot to mention?" Ludmila asked the next morning. 

"No, I haven't. " was my honest reply.  Ludmomila's grunt sounded disappointed.  "I didn't think trivialities like that worried you?"

"I like knocking out the girlfriends and wives when they're angry at me for fucking their men. Getting punched out makes them look stupid. "

"Well, I liked this other woman..."

"Who?" Ludmila demanded. 

"Irene. You know her? Skinny, with darkish hair.  Not a great fighter, but she tries."

"Did you just like sex with her?"

"I had real feelings for Irene."

A few days later,  I got to watch Ludmila and Irene fight it out. I did have genuine feelings for Irene and she loved me for awhile. 

Ludmila knocked Irene out in the fourth round and I confess I liked watching the little heartbreaker carried to the recovery room. Ludmila and I have been together for about a year.