How I Got Donna

Donna was dying to give me a black eye. It was her come on when she wanted to fuck a guy. But if she wanted you in bed, Donna had you in the ring first.
All that was fine with me. I joined the Amzaonia Boxing Club to fight women. Guys in their 20s watched Donna in her pink and purple sweats that had "KNOCKOUT" stitched on the ass, and accepted her challenge, assuming it was an easy match. Most of those beginners woke up with a splitting headache in the Club's recovery room.
Donna had kept in great shape after her divorce at age forty. The separation's most interesting story ran that Donna hospitalized her her cheating husband and his girlfriend. Those who know Donna, believe it completely.
I admit now, that as I stood in the ring with her, Donna got me so stoked by her aggressiion. She gazed and threw punches at me, trying to be intimidating. I just wanted sex with her more.
My seconds were Desiree, my friend Peter's wife, and Kiki, my sometime bed partner and corner person. Kiki didn't like Donna at all.
"Marc, just knock her out quick," Kiki said, rubbing my shoulders. "She's a slut and sluts are easy to knock out!"
I wished that was always true.

Donna and I touched gloves.
"Which eye, Marc?"
"What do you mean?"
"Which eye do you want black when you finally wake up?"
I pictured Donna on her back, out cold, at my feet. "Your choice, honey pot!"
"Both then!"

A bout with Donna wasn't just foreplay. Fighting since high school, Donna had learned to move rapidly around the ring when fighting men, watching for weakness. I stepped into my knockout punch.
Before the fifth round, I dropped Donna twice, both with body shots. Swaying to her feet after the second fall, Donna beat the count by one digit. I figured she was already boarding the dreamland express.
In the fifth, Donna kept her distance, shaken by the last knock down, I thought. Ducking out my roundhouse, Donna popped up and unleashed a left-right combination to my jaw. I saw her thighs as I went down.
Next I was seated in my corner. Desiree waved smelling salts under my nose while she asked me questions.
"An old lady knocked his sorry ass out cold!" from Kiki was all I heard intially. "Probably wanted to fuck her!"
Kiki's voice, even when angry, was enticing and as my head slowly cleared, I considered a three way with Desiree and Kiki. The day dream suddenly stopped and I was in the recovery room. A doctor was flashing a light in my eyes.

Donna visited me during my three days in the hospital. I got a detailed description of how Donna enjoyed seeing me flat on the canvas.
"What really thrilled me was your erection," Donna told me. "Kiki wasn't happy!"
"Kiki can be very possessive," I explained. "And she dislikes you alot."
Donna slipped her hand under the sheets and slowly felt her way up my thighs. "I can tell you like me very much!"

A week later, Donna came over my place for dinner. We drank a few beers and exchanged life stories. seeing Donna's eyes fixed on me, I edited my story to the really interesting episodes which kept the narrative brief.
The sex was worth getting beaten senseless by Donna. She liked to control men by overwhelming them with pleasure. I had no trouble letting Donna have her way.

"Where you going, Donna?" I asked from my side of the bed as Donna was putting on her underwear, her voice and movements still slow from sleep.
"It's 9 in the morning..."
"On a Sunday..."
I got out of bed and gently clasped her shoulders. Donna made a weak attempt to wiggle free. "You're not going now..."
My finger drew down on her panties and they dropped to her ankles. I pressed her firmly against the bedroom wall and we kissed. She gave me a look of submission and triumph as we fucked and then Donna melted into my arms after our orgasm.
"That...I..." she murmured and went to sleep.

Tammy

Tammy knocked Cathy out. She worked Cathy over pretty well, but just as we arrived to stop things, Tammy loaded up and sent my girl to dreamland.
I don't know if I should call Cathy "my girl." We've been friends a long time and have sex a lot. We have other partners, yet I still feel protective of her. I heard the brawl across the club, Tammy's voice loud and clear as a bell, calling Cathy a stupid slut. Cathy's only response was "aaaahhhhh" every time Tammy's fists delivered a punishing head or body shot.
Tammy was kind of plus sized and she put all her weight behind the upper cut finisher. Me and Cathy's sister Abby watched in shock as the punch lifted Cathy off her feet and into the air, landing her on a empty couch nearby. The couch tipped over, flipping Cathy to the floor, flat on her face.
We rolled Cathy over. Her face had a passive expression of deep sleep. Tammy had completely iced her.
"That bitch needs to watch herself!" Tammy yelled at Abby and me. Tammy had curly black hair and a pretty, dark face with emerald eyes. I admit that even as I looked at Cathy laid out at my feet, I couldn't stop thinking about Tammy's ass and tits.
"What the hell as that about?" I shouted back.
Tammy explained angrily that she caught Cathy looking at her man Lance in a manner Tammy didn't like. I wasn't shocked at that announcement. Cathy was too horny for her own good sometimes.
"I told her to get lost," Tammy added in a happier tone when she caught sight of Cathy's condition. "She wouldn't so fists started flying. Mostly mine!"
I looked back at Cathy. Abby was thumbing her sister's eyelids, which showed only whites. She slipped a cushion under Cathy's head and called for an ambulance on her cell phone. I heard Tammy laugh with satisfaction.
"I'm sure you know what you've done, Tammy?!"
"Sure I do! I punched out a slut who deserved it!"
"Maybe I need to teach you how serious this is?"
Tammy put her fists on her hips and nodded her head mockingly. "Okay Alex, will it be bare fists in the parking lot now or gloves in the ring later?"
"Gloves in the ring."
"When do you want to fight for the honor of Sleeping Beauty?"
We agreed to use the ring at the Clam Sandwich next Tuesday night. I knew the owner so I could use the ring when the club was closed.
"Tell Miss Slut I wished her sweet dreams!"
As Tammy strutted back to bar and her boyfriend, I marvelled again at her great ass.

The older I get, the more I believe that a woman's attractiveness is in how she carries herself. Tammy strode into the ring dressed in a black top and tight black shorts, confident that not only was I going to be unconscious by round two, but I would wake up dying to fuck her.
"Now you know already you're going to lose this fight," Tammy asserted when we touched gloves. "After this fight, I own you!"
"We'll see!" I snorted.
I took a few swings at Tammy that she ducked. Then I delivered a stinging 1-2 combination to Tammy's head. Tammy blinked violently, moving backward and cursing me.
"Ever had a man take you out!" I asked. Tammy answered by suddenly hammering my sides and mid section. I retreated, with Tammy in pursuit. We traded more shots. I concentrated on her torso, knowing it would take a lot of head shots to put this girl down.
The automatic buzzer sent us back to our corners. As we caught our breath, Tammy and me eyes each other.
"Why you fighting for this slut, Alex?" Tammy wanted to know. "I knock girls like her out before breakfast!"
I thought for a moment. "I like Cathy, she's a sweet girl. We have fun together!"
"That's good to here," Tammy said. "I hope for your sake she's a good nurse."
The buzzer screamed again. We launched at each other.
"Say nighty-night, honey stick!"
A sharp WHAP!! cracked in my ears as the leather of Tammy's boxing glove smacked my head.
I was launched upward and then blackness. My eyes opened and I felt myself floating dreamily, slowly to the canvas. I knew I'd just been knocked out, but I was content and relaxed. I was fast asleep before the canvas stopped my fall.

Thirty minutes later I awoke on a bed, with Tammy sat by my side. "Hey, lover man, took one for your girl!"
Tammy was wearing a pink and black lace corset nightie, that she began to undo.
All night sex with Tammy left me totally exhausted, but very satisfied and bewitched with Tammy's body. I liked being owned.
But Tammy wanted to return the goods.
"You were great, believe me Alex," she told me. "But I havea full time man!"
"But...come on, Tammy, last night was great!"
"I know."
"So why stop!?"
"Because no man owns me!"
WHAM!!
Tammy's upper cut sent me out immediately. I woke up on the front lawn of Cathy's apartment as the sprinklers were coming on.

Desiree's Temptation

Desiree hadn't been in the boxing ring for three years. She stopped fighting when she discovered she was carrying her boyfriend Peter's baby daughter. Since she was a young girl of 11, Desiree wanted to be a fighter, but the urge to box other women was threatening to carry her away. Always eager for a match was no way to be when you were raising a child.
Peter was managing a fitness center and trained women boxers, which was how he met Desiree. With their three old, Nicole, the couple moved into a small house and quickly discovered they needed a larger income.
Between job interviews, Desiree ran across an ad from the Northside Entertainment Group for women wrestlers. "If you are who we're looking for, no experience is required. We will train!" the ad said.
Desire looked at the large chested, one piece bathing suit clad girl pictured in the ad and then at her modest breasts and decided this job wasn't going to utilize her degree in business management.
Her husband was skeptical, the work was at night and local, so Peter could take care of Nicole. And the pay was attractive. Desiree was hired to be a jobber after her first interview. The trainers thought Desiree, with her small but strong, lean body, would look good valiantly struggling against a villainous heel.

Training was conducted by Tom, who wrestled as "Long Texas Tom" in the ring. Tom quickly grew to like working with Desiree and her compact body. The flexible athleticism she developed in the boxing ring made Desiree an agile student as Tom put her through various moves and holds. Tom couldn't not stare in his pupil's piercing, liquid-brown eyes. Though Tom knew Desiree was married and that he had his live in girlfriend, Margie, he thought constantly about sex with Desiree, subduing her and making love to her. Tom had already shown Desiree a number of holds when he got to the sleeper.
"Feel that?" he asked squeezing his biceps into Desiree's soft neck.
"Oh...yeah..." Desiree felt the pressure and warmth of her instructor's embrace. Giddiness bubbled up inside her.
"Now you just bring your arms closer," Tom added.
Desiree tried to respond but she couldn't. Grunting a few times, Desiree slapped Tom's arms with the open palms of her hands to break the hold.
Tom spoke slowly, but the words bounced off Desiree's consciousness, which suddenly felt very heavy and thick. Desiree wanted to know what was happening, but her arms dropped to the side and her legs melted into the canvas. Her head swam as the giddiness became a warm stirring pleasure Desiree hadn't felt in years. The sensation consumed Desiree and she was out cold in Tom's arms.
Desiree stirred from scattered fragments of intense dreaming, sighing deeply as she did when she woke from a nap. Tom was cradling her, slapping her cheeks gently, calling out her name.
"Sorry I knocked you out," Tom lied. "Are you okay?"
Desiree sighed a second time and sat up slowly, feeling groggy and horny for Tom. She looked at Tom, trying to identify him. Why did he do that? she asked herself. I was completely gone!
Desiree and Tom eased into a kiss and Desiree felt his hands reaching to her shorts. Peter was the only male who got Desiree this excited and he never struck her in anger.
Desiree suddenly broke away from Tom and moved to the ropes.
Tom grabbed her arm, lightly but with certainty, as she reached one leg outside the ring. They kissed again and Desiree felt her entire being give into him. Desiree took one step back and slugged Tom on the jaw.
WHACK!!!
Tom was momentarily stiff as a board and then dropped to the canvas, slumping against the turnbuckle.
For a few wordless moments while Desiree loudly caught her breath, she watched the unconscious male. "I'm sorry Tom," she said, leaning down and kissing his lips. "A few more seconds and you would have owned me."
Desiree affectionately stroked Tom's hair and left the ring.

The Girl With the Anhk

"Are you going to wear that?"
Jasmine glanced down at the half inch gold anhk resting on the flesh above her breasts.
"Of course I am."
"What if I punch you there? I could hurt you!'
"No, you won't." Jasmine gave Sam an appreciative smile.
"I might." Sam insisted.
"You won't punch my breasts."
Jasmine's voice sounded like she had faith in her male opponent. She had been sure of Sam since she met him a month ago.
"I will!"
"You won't."
Jasmine was right. Sam had boxed a number of women since joining the Amazonia Boxing Club. In all those fights, he never intentionally hit an opponent's tits. Standing in the ring with Jasmine, he was ready to fight but Sam was distracted by the anhk that hung from a black string against Jasmine's chocolate-brown skin.
"I know you better, Sam. You wouldn't." Sam stepped closer to Jasmine, looking at her pretty face and neck. "Sure i would, I fight that way!"
"No, you don't sweetheart, " Jasmine purred deeply. "But I do!"
Jasmine's right hooked Sam on the jaw. he didn't see the punch coming or feel its impact. One instant he was kissing Jasmine's breasts with his eyes and then he was flat on the canvas, unconscious.
"Should I even bother counting him out?" Emma the Ref asked, surveying the knocked out male slumped against the ropes between Jasmine and herself.
"No..I wouldn't..." Jasmine was pleased that yet another knock out punch had exactly the effect she calculated. "They're so cute after you punch them out!"
Jasmine was on both knees beside Sam, adoring the defeated fighter.
"What should I tell him when he wakes up?" Emma asked.
"Did you see it? The yearning in Sam's eyes, he would have fucked me right here in front of you...and I knocked him cold! Sam must be so happy right now!"
Emma rolled her eyes at Jasmine's protruding nipples.
Along with Jasmine, Emma knew a few girls from the small clique at the Amazonia known as The Roughs. The group baffled Emma. They sought out men who wanted to be beaten senseless by women in combat. What astounded Emma even more was how many solid relationships, even a few marriages, grew from this violent courtship. Emma decided that some alchemy happened when a Rough found her perfect "Gentle," as they called their male victims.
"Jasmine, are you in love?" Emma vainly tried to communicate sarcasm.
"What?" Jasmine snapped. "Tell Sam I expect a better performance at our next meeting." She handed Emma the anhk from around her neck. "Make sure he gets this."
"Okay. Should I tell Sam you two are married now?"
"No, I'll handle that."
While the women carried Sam to the recovery room, the boxer dreamed Jasmine was laying on his bed naked, her arms extended in invitation to him. Sam embraced and kissed Jasmine with gentle intent.

A few days later Jasmine checked on Sam as if it was another woman and not her who had laid him out. She'd encountered a number of Gentles and knew Sam wouldn't be angry. Jasmine figured, correctly, that Sam was in the early stages of intense erotic attachment to her. She invited Sam to her house for dinner and another try in the ring.
"I have a ring in my basement," Jasmine said. "We'll be completely alone."
Sam saw himself fucking Jasmine passionately against the ropes, Jasmine gasping "Come to mama!" in his ear.

A note for Sam was taped to the front door of Jasmine's house.
"Go in. I went to the supermarket, I'll be right back."
Pocketing the note, Sam walked into small, neat house, surrounded by freshly cut lawn. The hallway lead to a sparsely decorated living room and a smaller, efficient looking kitchen. Sam drifted to Jasmine's bedroom, the only room with the door closed. Clicking on the flash light he retrieved from the kitchen table, Sam pushed open the door and explored Jasmine's sleeping quarters.
The second bureau drawer he pulled open revealed two neat piles of Jasmine's underwear. They were a mix of silk and cotton panties that reflected yellow, pink, black and red in the narrow beam of light. when Sam lifted a pair of black silk panties, he saw a slip of paper that had the message "Look to the left, honey stick!" in female script.
Sam looked over his shoulder as a fist flashed from the darkness, pounding his face. He spun into darkness.

Sam could see the blurred outline of Jasmine dressed in black boxing trunks and matching sports bra. She was lacing a boxing glove to his left hand.
"Hey sweetie," the smiling blur said. "How is my dirty boy feeling?"
In spite of the swirling in his head, Sam enjoyed hearing Jasmine talk that way. Focusing on the woman before him,Sam got to his feet. "You want to fight, Jasmine?"
As Sam banged both of his gloves together, Jasmine smirked and strutted with feline grace to her corner. Sam was enthralled with her ass and legs.
They battered each other for the first round. Josephine wondered if she shouldn't have knocked Sam out so quickly. And, as she pinned him on one of the turnbuckles, Jasmine felt the sweet rush that came from punching a male she found attractive. The feelings controlled her.
In the second round, Sam ducked a right hook from Jasmine and launched a left to her belly. Sam looked into Jasmine's eyes as she clinched her arms to her mid section in anger and pain.
His fist sliced into a space between the girl's parted gloves, detonating on her lower jaw, flipping her back. Jasmine watched the world swirl into blackness. Her eyes fluttered desperately when she hit the canvas and then closed softly.
Sam counted Jasmine out. Pulling off his gloves, Sam reached down, his hand grazing Jasmine's thighs, and scooped up the girl in his arms, carrying her back to the bedroom.
Jasmine lay still on the bed. Removing the anhk from his pocket, Sam placed the pendant between Jasmine's breasts. When she awoke a minute later, Jasmine felt the cool metal shape on chest and clasped in her hand, grinning dreamily at Sam.
"You're my good, dirty boy," she purred at him. Jasmine felt a shiver when they embraced and kissed.

Miki and Two Angry Woman

This was Miki's first time with two men at once. Ron was away for the week on a business trip, so Miki invited the guys she'd been sleeping with to a hotel to try out a three way.
Miki surveyed her sleeping lovers - Caesar flopped on the bed and Harry snoring peacefully in the bath tub - and experienced total contentment. Pulling the covers over Caesar, she kissed him on the forehead. Of the two, she liked him more, but both had more than satisfied her.
Pulling on her cloths, Miki recalled how gratifying the last few years had been for her. Her marriage to Ron was happy, she'd been promoted at work with a good raise and now not one, but two boyfriends. Caesar she met at the Amazonia Boxing Club, when he bet he couldn't defeat her in the boxing ring. Miki took him up and three rounds later she was flat on her back, out cold, enjoying languid dreams of sex with Ron and other men she knew. Miki saw the ring on Caesar's finger the first afternoon they had sex, but she was too horny to care.
Harry came along a month after the match. Miki saw him working out at Amazonia with his girlfriend and decided she could juggle two men, along with her husband.
Miki and Harry wrestled and Harry caught his opponent in a sleeper hold, as his girl, Julia, watched with intense pleasure from ringside. Julia didn't like or trust Miki from the moment she spoke to her.
Now fully clothed, Miki scribbled a note to each of her exhausted lovers, telling them when she wanted to see them again and where. Closing the hotel room door softly, Miki walked into the sun drenched parking lot. A hand clutched her shoulder and twisted Miki in a circle. Miki heard two distinct, angry voices and a fist smacked her face. Miki looked up from the section of lawn she'd landed on and saw two women standing over her, one of whom she knew was Julia.
Miki's entire being went cold.
"Get up, slut!" Julia yelled, as she and the other women, a tall, muscular brunette, seized Miki's wrists and yanked her to her feet.
"I figured it would end up being you!" snarled Julia and slugged Miki in the mid section. The Asian girl bent forward, a look of confusion on her face. The brunette swung Miki to face her. "I'm Beth Caesar's wife! He may have mentioned me!?"
WHAP!
Beth's right hook grounded Miki a second time. The world spun inside Miki's head and she reached out to stop it and whoever was about to land another shot.
"Wait..there's beee...a mistake..."
Miki's vision cleared enough to see the cold smile on each woman's lips.
"You're...confu...sing...me..."
Miki's voice was panicked.
"No, we haven't!" Beth barked and pulled Miki upright, giving her s gut shot. "Beth and I have been following our worthless men around," Julia yelled. "And they lead us to you! Finally went for the threesome last night?!"
Julia's shot to the jaw staggered Miki.
"Come here!" ordered Beth, grabbing Miki's shoulders, yanking the small girl between Julia and herself.
For thirty seconds the angry wives worked Miki over. They were methodical, slow about delivery so Miki felt every moment of pain. Miki drifted into a kayo daze and the punches became "WHOMPS," that made her twist forward and then shoot upright.
When the punching stopped, Miki was semi-conscious on wobbly legs. Her eyes opened and closed in rythum with the short moans that fell from her mouth.
Images jumbled in her mind, blending the two women in front of her with memories of her sexual activity the night before. Stars exploded in multi colored flashes before Miki's eyes.
"Now listen, bitch!" Beth started off. "Stay away from our men! If Julia or I so much as hear you breathing in their direction, we'll hospitalize you! Understand?"
Miki's head titled in a weak, up and down motion. Miki's eyes were glassy.
"She's going to dreamland." Beth commented.
"And we're not finished. How rude!" Julia dded.
Through the mental haze, Miki watched both women draw their fists back and was relieved at the impending knockout.
WHAM!!
Both fists cracked Miki's chin. Reality vanished in a moment of blinding colors. Miki lay on the patch of lawn again, out cold.

Miki and an Older Man

The bout was almost over and Abby was staggering. Unable to keep her gloves completely raised, Abby kept pressing against Curtis, trying to immobilize his arms. The effort was a waste. Curtis would push her off, usually into the ropes, where he would crowd in on Abby and hammer a few devastating punches.
Miki Huang, Abby's best friend and her second for the match, yelled at Abby to keep her guard up and to stay clear of Curtis' reach. Abby, semiconscious on her feet, had stopped hearing anything said to her. Abby wanted the fight over, an outcome which Curtis was working toward steadily, with one condition: Abby had to be separated from her senses first.
A left hook to Abby's lower jaw froze her in place, flat footed, arms motionless at her sides. Curtis looked over the stunned girl one more times, savoring her lovely rack and pasted Abby on the chin with a right.
"UUUHHHH!" groaned Abby. The blow made her hop two steps and collapse backwards, landing on her ass, her head lolling on her shoulder.
Miki leaped into the ring as Curtis casually removed his black boxing gloves. "Should I count her out, Miss Huang? I think Abby will be resting comfortably for a while, don't you?"
"You prick!" Miki yelled. "Abby isn't as good a fighter as you and you fought her anyway!"
"Miss Abby here wanted to fight very badly," Curtis explained. "And anyway, a lot of girls your age like getting...overwhelmed by an older man."
Miki felt her blood speed through her veins. "You just take advantage of girls...."
"By giving them what they want," interrupted Curtis. "What do you want Miss Huang?"
"Nothing from you, jerk!"
"Sure about that?"
WHAP!!
Curtis' upper cut stretched Miki out on her toes. Then Miki's eyes shut and she fell against Curtis' bare chest.
"Sleep tight, Miss Huang," he whispered to the slumbering girl. Carefully he sat Miki next to her friend, tilting her head on Abby's open shoulder. It seemed to Curtis the smile on Miki's face was wider than the one on Abby's.
Curtis folded the hands of both girls over their pussies and took a digital photo of the conquered duo. Glancing at Miki's right hand, he saw a gold engagement ring on one of her fingers. Curtis thought about the fun he was going to have.

A week later, Curtis challenged Miki to a boxing match. She accepted immediately, disregarding the fact she was to marry her fiance Ron in less than seven days.
Curtis first heard of Miki Huang from stories his friend Mike Crane told him. Crane was on his second marriage, but he loved exchanging stories with Curtis about girlfriends and flings with younger women. Five years earlier Crane had an affair with Miki while she was getting her business degree from Mitchell University, Crane's Alma mater.
"Miki was perfect, she loved fucking and she loved boxing!" Crane would say, adding that he regretted ending things with Miki, but his wife kept mentioning her father's law firm at the breakfast table.
Curtis was pleased to see "Miki Huang" on the membership list of The Amazonia Boxing Club. Noticing Abby and Miki were sparring partners, he quickly seduced Abby, fucked her brains out and then challenged her to a match, all to get closer to Miki.

The fight was private. Curtis had reserved the ring for him and Miki alone. Curtis arrived late, intentionally getting Miki angry. The ploy worked, as Curtis discovered as he climbed into the ring, while Miki glared at him. Curtis liked the way Miki had got herself in great shape for the upcoming wedding.
"We fight to a knockout," she insisted to Curtis when they faced each other.
"Yeah.. just like I did to Abby!"
Curtis' assured tone gave Miki a jolt. Miki liked attention from older men and, despite being pissed at how Abby was roughed up, she found him attractive.
"Ready?" asked Miki.
"When you are."
They touched gloves and Miki went back to her corner to set the automatic round buzzer for ten rounds. Curtis watched her cute ass as Miki bent over the timer. Curtis told himself she didn't have to bother.
When landing a punch, Curtis often ducked beneath Miki's swinging arm and then working her midsection. With increasing force, Curtis landed head and body shots in coordination, wearing Miki down thoroughly. Curtis always avoided hitting a female opponent's breasts. He thought that was cruelty.
At the start of round six, a hard right hook knocked Miki out on her feet. Curtis hammered home a jab and then planted a right square on Miki's chin.
For a few seconds Miki stood on swayed flatly, dazed, seeing stars explode in her face, hearing the bells she was so anticipating. In a warm, sensual wave, sleep consumed Miki. She struck the canvas loudly, giving Curtis powerful satisfaction.
As with the previous fight, Curtis skipped the 10 count. He easily hefted the unconscious Miki over his shoulder, finding her to be the lightweight Mike Crane said she was.

A few minutes slipped by as Miki gathered her senses. She had regained consciousness in her own bed. Curtis had rifled Miki's purse, found her address on her drivers license and drove Miki home. reality moved dreamily, as if Miki had just experienced a potent orgasm. Miki felt a giddy openness with Curtis, as if she were a new person after the knock out. While she rested, Miki told Curtis she was looking forward to spending the rest of her life with Ron alone. Curtis believed that Miki believed that statement.
Curtis and Miki fucked all night.
Miki was consumed by Curtis' strength, how his arms held and controlled her from one pulsing orgasm to the next.
When she woke the next morning, Curtis was getting dressed.
"Hey sweetheart," she purred. stretching out on the bed. Miki pulled on her underwear and walked slowly to Curtis at the front of the bed. They shared a long kiss.
"You know I'll be back from our honeymoon in two weeks," Miki said. "We should get together when I come back."
Curtis nodded his head. "I'm in Europe on business for the next two months."
Miki's head fell on Curtis' shoulder in disappointment. "But I can give you my wedding present right now."
"You can?"
"Sure. And everyone will be talking about it when they see it."
"What?"
Curtis' fist hit Miki directly in the face. Stars shot everywhere and Miki grunted softly as she tilted into darkness.

Miki walked down the church aisle with a vibrant, purple bruise around her right eye. A lot of people thought Ron had given it to her. The shiner contrasted perfectly with Miki's white wedding gown and Ron thought it looked very sexy.

The Reluctant Victor

Teruko possessed smooth, silk-black hair that stopped at her waist. Ross thought Teruko was posing her body-builder body in the ring just for him, moving so he could study her intensely developed thighs and 38DD chest, clothed in tight black trunks and a tank top. Teruko noticed Ross's desire for her even before they fought, as she saw it in many of the men she boxed. Ross's open face looked friendly to Teruko, a quality often crowded out by aggression and lust in her challengers.
The knock out punch, landed directly on Ross' chin, rolled his eyes up in their sockets. Teruko felt that rush, the sensual joy of sending a male to the canvas, totaly unconscious. Pleasure surged through Teruko and she recovered, slouching on a folding chair in her corner as Emma the Ref administered the 10 count to Teruko's victim.
Elbows resting where the middle ropes joined the turnbuckle, Teruko allowed the fog of rapture to slowly dissipate as she watched her opponent on the canvas. Knowing sexual desire drove these men to matches with her, Teruko felt a little guilt about sending them to the canvas knocked cold.
She knew almost immediately Ross was attracted to her, partially because she was a beautiful Japanese woman. Ross wasn't the first fetishist Teruko had ever encountered, but she still felt unhappy about punching him out so deliberately.
For the five minutes he was unconscious, Ross dreamed of sex with Teruko and few other women he was thinking of lately. Ross knew he was now deeply in love with Teruko. He felt a warm delight seep through his body as he slept.
After Emma declared "You're out!' to Ross, she and Teruko carried him to the recovery room.
When his eyes blinked open, Ross smiled at Teruko and said dreamily "I know you!"
Teruko, now alone with her victim, took his trunks off.