Session Work

"The problem is with the husband," Kiki explained, slipping on her black panties, followed by a pair snug blue jeans. 

"What is her name?" asked Henry from his bed, sleepily admiring Kiki's backside and thighs.

"Jeanne," Kiki answered. "Married for nearly twenty years, two daughters away at university. The empty nest thing."

"And she wants to make it interesting again and the old man won't cooperate?"

Kiki nodded as she buttoned up her blouse. 

"And what's so bad that he won't go along?"

"Jeanne wants to get roughed up before sex."

A short laugh erupted from Henry.  "A woman who wants to be hit lands the one guy who won't hit her!?"

"In a nutshell," Kiki stated and gave Henry a long, affectionate kiss. "That's why I recommended you."

Making friends with Kiki had brought Henry a lot of benefits. Along with having sex every time they met, Kiki threw session work she wasn't suited for to Henry. 

"How old is Jeanne?" 

"Late forties. In good shape from taking lessons at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Second generation Chinese. She loves her husband, by the way. "

"That's why they come to me," Henry bragged. "Got a bad case of 'white fever'?"

"Maybe. The husband is a good looking white guy....like you!"

She planted another kiss on Henry. 

"Come on,  Kiki, why don't you marry me?" asked Henry, leaping from bed.

"One day Henry...maybe....but not now." Kiki gave him a consolation peck on the cheek. "Let's just keep fucking for now."

"Sure....fine...."

"I'll text you Jeanne's cell phone number!" Kiki called out as she climbed into her car.

"Okay..." Henry replied, faking enthusiasm. 

As he sat opposite his new client, searching her face for weak spots, Henry was impressed with Jeanne's beauty and toned figure. The pair sat in a booth at Cousin Dupree's Restaurant, away from the majority of the lunch crowd. Their discussion required privacy. 

"Kiki tells me you are in need of the services I specialize in, Mrs. Dana?"

Jeanne smiled shyly, but then proceeded.  "I need to be....overwhelmed by a man before sex."

"You mean 'beaten'?" suggested Henry.

"Yes."

"You can speak openly to me, Mrs. Dana. Honesty will help me make you happy. "

Jeanne visibly relaxed. "My husband, Ron, is a good man who loves me. I love him, too. But he's not a hitter. "

"So you want me to rough you up,  physically?"

"Knock me out....unconscious...can you do that?"

Henry appraised Jeanne before he answered.  "Why?"

"I want it....since I was a girl I loved maleness, I wanted to be dominated by men, controlled. You can do that. "

"Yes." Henry replied, confidently. 

"Are you sure!?"

"Of course. Hold still."

Reaching to Jeanne, Henry grabbed the flesh where her neck and shoulder connected and squeezed. 

Jeanne froze, her eyes wide in shock. She moaned sharply as blackness rolled over her. Henry eased her onto the cushions of the corner of the booth. Tilting her head forward, he quickly took three pictures of the sleeping woman.

"Damn you are beautiful!" he murmured.  Ten seconds passed before darkness washed away from Jeanne's vision. "What....?"

"Okay, stay still a minute. I just knocked you out with a nerve pinch. How was that?"

Jeanne sat up slowly,  taking in her surroundings like they were an alien planet. 

"I feel fine...how long was I gone?"

"Half a minute at the most. Felt good?" Henry probed. 

"Release!" she half shouted and rapidly fled the booth to the ladies room. A few minutes later she came back looking unwound, still catching her breath.

 A week later they met at the Trampesa Hotel on Route 3 in Secaucus. Henry took the white envelope of hundred dollar bills from Jeanne and poured her a scotch from the room's wet bar. Gulping the liquor down,  she disappeared into the bathroom to get into her boxing gear and walked back out. 

"Now just relax, Mrs. Dana."

"Jeanne, please!"

"Sure, Jeanne. Just losen up like you're about to go a few rounds at the Amazonia."

Henry carefully placed a hand on Jeanne's upper back and kissed her. Lightly, his free hand slipped into Jeanne's shorts, brushing her abdomen until reaching the labia. 

Jeanne made a pleased grunt, signaling Henry to penetrate. The hand loosened on the back of her head and she tilted her face upward, mouth gaping with the waves of pleasure. The orgasm was about to break and Jeanne wanted to stare into Henry's eyes. She saw his fist go back and the "WHAP!" was followed by profound sleep.

Henry rested Jeanne on the bedspread, cradling her head on a pillow. For the next minute, Jeanne obligingly lay motionless for Henry's iphone camera. When her hips convulsed, Jeanne's eyes shot open and she swallowed down air till her breathing relaxed. 

Rolling over, back to Henry, Jeanne stretched out on the bed and drifted back to sleep. 

For two weeks, Henry heard nothing from his new client. This didn't concern him too much, payment had been made in advance for four sessions. When they met again, Jeanne was happier, almost giddy and Henry assumed her domestic life had improved. 

"I want a black eye!" Jeanne requested. "On my right eye."

"You okay, Mrs. Dana?"

"Jeanne!" she replied, her voice rising briefly. 

"You okay, Jeanne?"

"Fine!" 

Henry said "Okay" and held his right hand in Jeanne's face and ritually pulled a red boxing glove over it, flexing his fingers inside. He affectionately pressed Jeanne to the edge of the bed. She wanted to be compliant.

"Will this hurt!?"

"Yes." Henry assured. "When you wake up, you will have a painful bruise on your.."

"Right eye!" Jeanne cheered. 

"....right eye."

"Are you going to violate me while I'm unconscious?"

"No." Henry responded, firmly.  Almost childish irritation swept her face.

"We have an agreement, I'm paying you to obey me!"

"No, I don't do that."

"Who do you think...?"

"Jeanne?" asked Henry. 

"What!?"

CRACK!

The impact of the gloved fist on Jeanne's right eye flicked off her lights. She landed on the bed spark out cold. Henry pulled off the glove and went into the bathroom for tylenol and an ice pack. 

A few minutes later, Jeanne gradually sat up on her elbows. Her half focused eyes took in the tablets in Henry's extended hand. She shoved them in her mouth and gulped down the water from the glass he handed her. 

Jeanne shot a disappointed glare at Henry when she saw her clothes were still on. 

"This is what you really wanted!" said Henry, holding a shaving mirror to Jeanne's face. Irritation melted into delight at the purple spreading under her right eye. 

"My face hurts!" Jeanne sang. Henry nudged her with the ice pack, but she slapped it out of his hand. 

 

The bruise had bloomed around her right eye in a purplish half-circle.

"How did you explain it?" Henry asked Jeanne. 

"That I got it boxing a woman at the Amazonia," she answered. "My husband wanted to hear details. "

Jeanne was very happy. 

"Things better at home, then?" Henry probed, standing behind Jeanne. They were in the same room at the Trampesa Hotel. 

"In some ways, but he still won't hit me."

Henry began to message Jeanne's bare shoulders. "Now relax and let yourself go loose."

"This will work?" Jeanne asked, hopefully. 

"For a few seconds you should see stars and then out you go." Henry a shiver go through Jeanne.  "Count back from ten, when you say 'one' I'll put you out."

"Ten...nine...eight..."

THUNK!

The neck chop took Jeanne off her feet and she groaned when Henry caught her in his supportive arms. She gazed up at him with half open eyes. 

"Ohh....stars!.....Henry...kiss me like a..."

THUNK!

The second chop put the victim completely under.  Henry arranged her on the bed.

He wanted to remove the only clothes she wore, black lace bra and panties. Instead, Henry used the iphone camera. 

"To fuck you, Jeanne...what I wouldn't give!"

For the last session, Jeanne ordered a boxing match, in a private ring at the Amazonia. Henry noticed a difference in Jeanne, like she knew what she wanted. 

"Before we start, can I confess to you, Henry?"

"Sure."

"The last time, when I was going out in your arms...?"

"Yes, Jeanne?"

"I felt so good...the way you feel when you're really turned on, like I was high."

"Good, that's how I want you to feel. "

"And would you do something before you go to work?"

Henry was like a man waiting for a train that had arrived at the station. "Anything."

"Cunt bust me."

"What?" stammered Henry.

"Punch me so hard in the pussy that you knock me out cold." Jeanne was uncluttered. 

Henry stepped away from Jeanne a few paces. "No, I can't. I won't."

"Why not?"

"Because there are things I will not do to a woman, even if she wants them done badly."

"You used physical force to KO me cold, even gave me a black eye, but punching my cunt is crossing a line!?"

"Yes." responded firmly. The image of doing what Jeanne wanted flashed in his brain. 

"Do it and it will be worth it when I come around!"

"No, Jeanne."

She pressed a long, deep kiss on Henry and wrapped him in her arms. The long the embrace continued, Henry reached his fist behind his back.

"Henry...please!" Jeanne begged. The fist swung forward, bashing Henry's chin. 

His tensed arms dangled and his legs buckled. Stars danced everywhere before darkness drank Henry in. When he woke ten minutes later, they fucked all afternoon at the Trampesa.

Best of Three

Both were good wrestlers with different reasons for participating in the match. 

Kevin believed that physical combat with the right woman would get him laid. In the last six weeks, he won two mixed wrestling bouts at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Cathy and Kaylee lost by knock outs, Kevin applying sleeper holds in both instances.  Cathy was trapped and put under so quickly that Kevin figured her for a total submissive, which was accurate. 

Kaylee had more fight in her, but eventually succumbed in Kevin's muscular arms.

Within a few days, both women had spent the night with Kevin, thrilled to fuck the man who vanquished them. 

But Ciara was another kind of woman entirely, physically and mentally. Where the previous contenders were lanky, Ciara had a powerful , curvy body. Looking over her sculpted figure, clothed in a bright pink bikini, Kevin was transfixed by Ciara's standup breasts.  

Meeting his opponent's stare, the message Kevin received was "You're a goner!"

"You know the rules," Emma the Ref reminded both fighters. "You wrestle till one of you is knocked out. Nothing below the belt, that goes for both of you! Questions?"

Kevin nodded in the negative. 

"Is the ambulance ready for this one?" Ciara asked. "Cause he's going out!"

"Promises, promises!" Kevin shot back.

When the time arrived, Kevin planned to sleeper Ciara.

Minutes into the match, Ciara slugged Kevin in the head. Cheers of encouragement sprang from the female spectators. Ciara followed through with a sharp kick to his midsection, disabling her opponent. Kevin found himself on the canvas, having been flipped by Ciara. Hauling her confused foe to his feet, Ciara flung Kevin into the ropes. Kevin was launched forward into an extended elbow.

Kevin woke on the canvas a second time. Ciara, perched on his hips, grinned down at him, eyes glowing with desire. To his surprise and pleasure, Kevin watched Ciara remove her bikini top, revealing the flawless breasts, adorned by bright pink nipples. 

"Sorry, Kevin, this match is over!" purred Ciara, leaning down into a kiss. Then Ciara's torso moved up, engulfing Kevin's entire face in her cleavage. He fought frantically as Ciara's arms tightened around his throat, securing him to her chest. 

"Come on,  pussy hound, go to sleep!" Ciara spoke like a mother soothing a restless child.  "Sand Lady's calling!"

Kevin's limbs were lead. Soft moans rose faintly from the soft female flesh that stifled Kevin's breathing. With no warning, Kevin went limp. Thoughts of sex with Ciara were swallowed by darkness and Kevin followed. 

Kissing her senseless victim, Ciara pulled a right leg in the air for Emma the Ref to start the count. Emma banged the palm of her hand on the canvas, certifying Kevin's loss.

Ciara absorbed the adulation of the ringside crowd as she put her top back on and strutted around the ring. She noticed the bulge in the front of her victim's trunks as he was carried to the recovery room. 

A larger crowd gathered for the rematch. Ciara was certain of another victory by a knockout, while Kevin went into the bout divided. Part of him wanted to send Ciara to Dreamland, another wanted sex with her immediately. A drubbing from a woman aroused Kevin powerfully. 

"You enjoyed our last tango, sweetie!" Ciara teased, already entangled with Kevin. "Got a chubby when I put you out!"

"And loved it beyond belief!" Kevin sneered in return. 

They hurled curses at each other as Kevin worked to get his arms around Ciara, who slipped his grasp.

"Hold still!" Kevin finally shouted, chopping Ciara on the neck.

The female wrestler saw stars and felt loopy as she sagged against Kevin, who applied the sleeper hold. 

Going light headed, Ciara pulled at the biceps digging into her throat. 

"You can't wiggle out, Ciara! Just go to sleep!"

When she managed to grunt "No!" Kevin squeezed tighter. 

Ciara watched the lights fade. Darkness crept into her brain. Kevin placed his lips at her ear

"Your headlights are on high beam, sweet heart! Everyone can see those stiff nips!"

The taunt barely registered with the amazon. The grasp was like iron, leaving Ciara feeling content. The ring went quiet and the ropes and the crowd beyond them vanished. 

Seeing his opponent unconscious,  Kevin loosened the hold and tenderly placed Ciara on the canvas. 

"Your winner by a sleeper hold knockout...Kevin!" Emma shouted, lifting Kevin's arm to the ceiling. The women at ringside booed. 

The agreed to tie breaker was held in private. Not even Emma the Ref was there for oversight. Ciara wanted to hurt Kevin. Kevin was thrilled at the idea of KOing Ciara and was sure a second defeat would make her his own.

They boxed this time; no time limit, just keep going until one fighter goes down for ten. Ciara climbed into the ring topless. 

"I brought two girlfriends with me, you already know them!"

"You got a boyfriend, Ciara?" Kevin probed when punches began detonating on both bodies.

"Why? You someone who is free?"

"Yeah, I'll introduce you when you wake up!"

Ciara responded with disdainful laughter and hammered Kevin's skull with two combos. He staggered a few paces groggy, unaware of Ciara's immediate assault on his belly. 

Multiple punches softened their target, curling Kevin in waves of agony. She concluded the attack with a brutal uppercut. 

Stars cascaded in Kevin's skull and he, briefly, speculated on what caused the ring to whirl in circles. Ciara resumed smacking his body, surgically hitting where it would do the most damage. 

BAP!

Kevin was out on his feet. He couldn't feel the bruising impact of Ciara's gloved fists , he just felt arousal paired with pain.

POW!

Blackness!

Kevin swayed and smiled, relieved that painful reality had been replaced by oblivion.

"You sleeping, Kev, KOed and dreaming?" Ciara whispered. 

Toppling languidly, there was plenty of time for Ciara to catch Kevin on her shoulder. When his legs turned to rubber, Kevin sighed and collapsed across her shoulders. Now that he was limp and vulnerable,  Ciara felt like a queen, a victorious amazon.

"Time to go, loverboy!" Ciara chirped, confidently. She slapped Kevin's ass as she done to all the guys before him.

Arms and legs dangling,  Kevin was carried out to the gym, where she was greeted by a wave of cheers. Ciara dumped Kevin in the  car for the ride to her bedroom.