My Kind of Girl

Julia was just curvy in all the places I liked on a woman.  Nobody thought she'd be much as a fighter, but Julia proved them wrong.

All four of her of her initial matches at the Amazonia Boxing Club were against women and ended with her opponents senseless on the canvas. 

I fell in love with Julia watching the third bout, where she dismantled Cathy for three rounds before a dramatic uppercut sent Cathy to Dreamland. I got an intense thrill watching Julia stand victorious over Cathy. I needed to fight Julia. 

I had to wait. Guys lined up to register a challenge to Julia and she gladly accepted every one. Out of the six guys ahead of me,  five were removed from the ring, unconscious. One fighter, Jon "The Tigru" Amur, put Julia down for a ten minute nap.

It got around quickly that Jon fucked Julia a few days after she recovered and the fling went on for a month.

"Those guys she laid out," Amur told me one day  in the parking lot of the Amazonia. "Julia didn't sleep with them. She only wants the men who beat her."

"She told you that?" I asked. 

"Sure! You want to nail her, right?"

"Yes!"

"Then punch her lights out! There's a lot more like her out there than you think!"

For our match, Julia wore a one piece bathing suit, probably because she read my mind.  All I could do was admire those tits and awesome thighs! Julia's "girl next door" face contrasted vividly with the carnal vibes her body gave off.

"Questions, either of you?" Emma the Ref had just reviewed the rules for the match. 

"Yeah!" Julia jumped in. "When do you prefer to be KOed? Round one or two?"

"One." I answered. That was the round I planned to make Julia sleep. 

"As you wish." Julia replied and walked slowly back to her corner, giving me a leg show as she went. 

We circled, throwing punches. Like myself, Julia was waiting for an opening. I never realized how drastically my guard was down.

Julia grinned at me and then I saw pitch blankness. I was instantly out cold!

Julia and I now stood in the ring alone, the noisey crowd vanished. Completely naked except for her boxing gloves, Julia walked slowly to me. 

"Sorry. " she purred.

"About what?" I stammered. 

"Knocking you out cold, this is just an erotic dream you're having. "

"Oh? Okay, let's fuck!"

"Sorry again, but I only do guys who defeat me in combat. But...."

Julia gave me a long kiss. "....I'm not a complete bitch!"

Julia went to her knees and took my stiff prick in her mouth. I pressed the back of her  forward as I shouted louder and louder, hurtling toward climax.

"You know what?" Julia asked me when she stood up, wiping her lips. 

"What?" I could barely reply. 

Julia's right fist cocked back. "I am a complete bitch!"

POW!

Knocked out again!

"What's your name?" an urgent voice quizzed me. I searched the ring and found Emma the Ref asking the question again. The spectators had returned. As I formulated the answer to her question, I wondered why I never tried to get with Emma.

"You're going to have to cheat." Jon Amur concluded a week later. 

"How?" I asked.

"Usually I suggest having a lot of sex with the girl as close as possible to the actual match. A few good orgasms will throw off any woman's timing  and that leaves them open for the 'Old Kiss Goodnight' on the chin."

"That isn't going to work with Julia."

"Yeah, I heard." 

Amur pointed his key fob at the trunk of his car and the lid popped open. From a small gym bag he took out a pair of shinny red boxing gloves and tossed them to me.

"They feel weighted." I observed. 

"They are. A lead bar has been sown into each one. The right punch with those gloves and your girl is on Dreamstreet!"

"Did you use these on Julia?" 

Amur shook his head modestly.  "No. I just smiled at her till she got really horny and careless. Then....POW!"

A large and rowdy crowd of mostly women gathered for the rematch with Julia. She smiled at me from her corner. If I were to speculate, I'd say Julia appeared excited. 

"Still got your heart set on a first round nap?" Julia taunted when we touched gloves and started smacking each other. "Cause I'm going to knock you the fuck out!"

"Really?" I responded. "Cause I'm just going to fuck you!"

Punches flew between us and with each hit we landed, Julia and I just got hornier. I hammered a right upper cut, halting her in place. Staring at the ceiling, Julia's eyes and mouth were wide open, but all could see she was out cold on her feet. 

The entire gym was silent, eager to see Julia hit the canvas.

"You're so beautiful!" I whispered to my slumbering opponent. Extending my gloved fist toward Julia, I lovingly brushed her forehead. Letting out a happy sigh. Julia smiled ecstaticly and dropped downward. She slumbered through Emna's ten count.