Stunning Steph (@Stunning Steph#5634) vs. Katie (@fightchick#4090) from The Savage Lands Discord
Stunning Steph – @Stunning Steph#5634
Katie and I had exchanged more than a few messages and immediately we hit it off, chatting, joking, but this is a fighting community. She’d teased me on more than one occasion at my lack of real boxing experience. I know it was just teasing but still it got to me a little. Here was someone I was considering a friend, someone I respected, someone that was seen as a pillar of the community and she was mocking me. It might have been intended as innocent teasing but it felt far from it. Feeling like I had something to prove I foolishly accepted Katie’s challenge.
Sure I’d never boxed but I mean… it’s punching right? I can throw a punch… I mean, it’s not hard is it… wham! Out goes your fist… I can kick as well. I’ve never really been punched, not properly but… I’ve been in fights, some of them pretty rough, if I can have a pool cue broken over the back of my head without flinching, like classic Kane taking a chair shot… I can take a punch surely? I’ve seen it on TV a few times… I’ve played some fighting games… I have been in fights just not… boxing itself.
In truth I never thought I would beat you in a fight. You’re a veteran and what am I? A 35 year old newbie who has never actually put on proper boxing gloves. My aim was never to win, it was to put up a decent display, to hold my own and to hopefully earn your respect and some positive thoughts from the spectators.
That all changed after I saw your fight against @👊丂𝐦ㄖᒪ 𝐂𝒶𝕤𝕤เ𝐄 ƒเĞ𝓗𝓉𝕤👊.
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?”
Sending the text to you the moment your fight with Cassie ended although you probably heard many similar comments from me during the fight.
When I had seen that the two of you were going to be boxing I figured it would both be an entertaining contest and a good way for me to better understand Katie and her brand of fighting. What I saw was something else… an unnecessary display, you had the fight won way before it ended, humiliating and brutalising Cassie and for what? She put up a good fight, she didn’t deserve it but you wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t just let it end even as she pleaded, even after she accepted your victory.
There was no need for it.
I’ve spoken to Cassie… once maybe twice. We aren’t friends, it’s not that I have any ill will towards her or any strong feelings towards her, I don’t know her well enough although I would like to get to know her better. It’s not like I feel a need to avenge a friend but it was painful to watch. Not just because I hate to see someone suffering but… seeing you abusing her shecock…
Sometimes random stuff triggers me and at random times… I’ve had a… complicated history with men… a history very few people know… but seeing you repeatedly forcing her to cum over and over again against her will… it brought up some long buried pain at the worst possible time for me.
@Jenna Phillips my, I thought, good friend decided to make a move on @Wolfie , oh sure, it’s some just some ‘innocent’ oil wrestling… like such a thing fucking exists. She’s been rubbing it in all day… she knew I liked him… FOCUS! I yell at myself. So much on my mind as I sit here in the changing room waiting to be called for my fight (MTC)
To put up or shut up. I should have said no… I saw what happened to someone far more experienced that I am and now… now I just feel like an idiot… sitting here wearing just a boxing skirt… white but with big red trim I didn’t even know boxing skirts were really a thing… and just the skirt, not wearing anything else, a towel covering me and protecting the rest of my modesty. I went to get gloves earlier… “what size?” I was asked “I don’t know… medium?” ozs? I wasn’t ordering a steak. I feel stupid as I look at my classic red gloves, like I don’t deserve to be wearing this attire or be in this place… I feel like I’m a 35 year old playing dress up like I was 5… Oh and what’s worse… we aren’t just boxing… we are kickboxing.
It’s enough to almost bring me to tears… I feel stupid, I look stupid, I’m helplessly out of my depth and I’m fighting not the friendly woman I thought but a stone cold bitch who is not just prepared to but eager to humiliate her opponents.
Feeling a little sick, sitting there quietly I focus on my motivators… wanting to go to war with you, wanting to batter and humiliate you, payback for poor CASSIE, working through my personal demons, taking out my frustration with JENNA and of course proving you wrong about me.
I hear a knock at the door, it’s time. Getting up and staring at myself in the mirror… muttering a private phrase to myself… something I say to get myself fired up… 5 little words… words I’ve never shared with anyone… then I repeat, saying not muttering… repeating again shouting not saying. Staring into my eyes via the mirror… Stephanie the friendly, quiet woman, the caring one, the person who just likes to have fun and is a sucker for a hard luck case… she’s gone… someone else is here now… and you might not like meeting her… grabbing for the door handle and launching myself out of the changing room. It’s time for a fight.
Katie – @fightchick#4090
For days, Steph and I messaged each other; teasing, laughing, confiding. I told her my biggest turn-ons, which included boxing, and she let slip that she found the idea kinky too despite her lack of experience. And eventually she offered up that she wanted to step in the ring with me, an idea that I immediately leapt upon. I thought she understood me and would be in my corner for my kickboxing match versus that loudmouthed bitch Cassie. But instead, she jeered and criticized me from the stands as I punished Cassie in the way that she deserved; by busting her sheballs and milking her dry. As I lay in the kingsized bed after showering and “celebrating” with Charlotte, I checked my phone for the first time after the fight. I saw your message and I could feel my anger rising within me as I was reminded of your criticism during the fight. After a few heated messages, I snapped. Despite having just finished a grueling match and still tender from Cassie’s abuse, I challenged you to a kickboxXxing match this very evening, just a few hours away.
And here I am…sitting in my dressing room, sitting on the wooden bench in my classic 8oz royal blue Cleto Reyes gloves and matching royal blue silk gladiator style boxing skirt with silver trim. The toes of my bare size 9 feet freshly repainted a matching royal blue. Even though you’re a newbie at this, I know I have to be careful since I’m not at my freshest. But fuck it…I just want to finally beat you around the ring and shut you up. Soon…the knock at the door. I get up, making my way out to the black curtain leading to the very same ring that I trounced Cassie in. Sporting the very same injuries that I received. But fuck…I’m high off an intense victory and it’s time to add another.
Steph:
Stepping through the curtain into the intimate venue. A traditional boxing ring but only surrounded by a handful of chairs for friends, relatives and those with similar appetites. Immediately I look for @The Better Woman in the crowd, not sure if she would be able to make it with the quick change of schedule, knowing she had a busy day of work and at least one errand to run. Catching her eye and smiling at her but I know I can’t get all lovey dovey… what was going to be a fun exhibition, an introduction, a bit of harmless fun has become something else, if I have anything to say about it it’s going to be a fight, turning my attention to the ring, moments from the earlier bout in this very ring playing out before my eyes, my anger returns. Climbing up onto the side of the ring and stepping through the ropes… not the most gracefully. Moving to one corner and having a warm up, stretching my arms and legs as I wait for you.
Katie:
I wait as the cheers die down for a moment before shoving my way through the curtain, clad in my silver silk boxing robe and my gloves. Spotting you in the ring, I cock an eyebrow…this girl doesn’t even have a boxing robe. At least she was able to find the gear. I pad a little closer to the ring, amidst the boos rising from the small crowd. Noticing that your eyes keep gluing onto Amber, I smirk inwardly. Oh I’m going to punish and milk this girl in front of her very own girlfriend. I slip a bare foot between the ropes and onto the canvas, straddling the middle rope for a moment as the tight robe hugs my ass. Wincing slightly as I bend at my sore spots. Flashing you a silver mouthguard smirk filled with contempt, I make my way to my corner, stepping through the cold, wet cummy patches. I shrug off the sheer silk, letting it flutter to the canvas as I bare my 5’7″, 122 lbs body decorated with bruised patches on my tits and face. The swollen and bruised light pink nipples atop my 34Bs already stiffening in anticipation…
Steph:
Turning my attention to you the moment you slip through the ropes, watching as you shrug off your robe effortlessly, so perfectly practiced and reveal almost all of your body. Standing there opposite you, removing my towel and tossing it into the crowd as I reveal my 5ft5 135lb body, my 36F breasts on display, my white and red skirt and red gloves the only trace of clothing. You’ve only had a break of a few hours and judging by how you ended your last fight you must be somewhat tired, both physically and sexually. I try to bare my teeth at you but then I remember the red mouthguard, so unused to wearing one, not sure how well my expressions translate. “This could have just been a bit of fun Katie… why the hell did you do that to Cassie? Why the fuck did you take it that far?” Still struggling to understand your lack of compassion as you physically, sexually and mentally broke your previous opponent but it’s not just you I’m asking the question to… thoughts of my former friend Jenna racing through my mind. Bringing a lot of baggage into this fight but trying to shove it all out of my mind… you’re a bully plain and simple… you must be… pretending to be nice… I see through your lies now… I know who I’m dealing with… for all of your victims I’m going to do my best.
Katie:
My deep brown eyes wander down to those lovely 36F globes on your chest, licking at my bruised lips in anticipation of a new pair of speedbags. I think the biggest I’ve punished were E cups…and those were fun to punch around. I think I’ll have even more pleasure punching yours around.
Lounging back in my corner with my gloved fists draped over the top ropes, feeling the dampness of the corner padding, I sneer back at you through my silver mouthguard. “I could tell you…but maybe I’ll just make you ponder that…while I punish you around the ring…” Slipping a gloved fist under the front flap of my skirt and giving you a quick flash of my pink, clean-shaven, puffy pussy.
Steph:
Watching as you deliberately hold off on answering me, taking your time as you leisurely rest in your corner before refusing to answer, threatening me instead then you do something most unexpected… sliding your glove under the front flag of your skirt and giving me a quick flash of your pretty bare pussy.
Surprised at the lewd… but not entirely unwelcome display… a moment ago I was perfectly clear on exactly what I wanted to do to you… now I’m… conflicted? No… I know why I’m here… “Shut up!” I blurt out… trying to cover for my uncertainty. “I don’t like threats… I don’t like bullies… I don’t like YOU Katie! You crossed a line and I’m going to knock your ass back over it! Let’s do this!”
Cautiously walking towards the middle of the ring… not entirely sure how things start when there is no referee…
Katie:
I watch the confusion travel through your face as the glimpse of my sex trips you up. “Oh you certainly won’t like me when I’m punching you around the ring from corner to corner!” I shoot back. Smirking as you carefully walk to the center and stand around uncertainly as I stay relaxed in my corner.
Finally I push off with my back, swaggering to the center like Conor McGregor… confident that you’ll eat more leather and feet than you bargained for when you got involved in the beef between Cassie and me. I extend out my royal blue gloved fists as if I’m tapping gloves with you…but instead tapping those lovely 36Fs with a downward and upward tap of my gloves….before skipping back and settling in my orthodox stance…left side leading slightly. Arrogantly smiling at you…goading you to make a move in your first kickboxXxing match…
Steph:
Pissed as you come out of your corner like you own the place… and the place next door… and across the street… and the rest of the street for that matter. Determined as ever to show you up.
I see you extending your gloves… I know this bit… moving my hands but before I bring them up you ‘tap’ my bare breasts instead… seething at you as you mock me. Watching as you skip back and get into position noticing a slight lean… wondering if you’re favoring a leg.
I stand up tall, back straight, my feet shoulder width apart, left foot slightly in front of my right but both angled parallel to one another, weight distributed equally as I bring both of my hands up to my chin knuckles facing upwards… that seems about right… allowing me to stare at you but allowing me the flexibility to move them up or down quickly as needed.
Then… I stand there… I’ve punched things before… how much force do I use? Trying to work it out in my head… I don’t want to kill you in one punch… but I definitely want to make sure you know I’m no pushover.
I quickly push my right fist forward but I have no intention of striking you with it, instead lifting my back heel ever so slightly off of the floor as I throw my left hand straight aiming it at your stomach.
Katie:
I can feel your glare burning into me as you seethe from my tap on your bare orbs. Purrfect. I’ll need to get inside this bitch’s head and make her doubt her every move. Watching as you settle into your own stance, looking pretty open for purchase. Patiently waiting like the veteran I am as you spring forward. She probably doesn’t know what she’s doing…. I think to myself as you telegraph the shit out of that right hand. Drawing up my gloves but surprisingly, it never comes. Instead…UMFF!! grunting as your left pumps into my navel. Bending over slightly but glad that Cassie didn’t really focus on my midsection. I try to flash out a right hook into your left cheek. Not too hard but to let you know that you’re out of your element.
Steph:
Feeling immensely pleased with myself as I land a punch, the first punch of the match… the first proper boxing punch I’ve ever tried.
The feeling of satisfaction doesn’t last nearly as long as I hope it would as you tag me bag almost immediately with a blow to my left cheek. Both my hands too slow to return to guard, my head knocked to the left as I stagger my brain able to manage the auto piloting of my legs as I keep my footing and back off from you, my cheek stinging a little. Glaring at you. Pissed that you hit me, pissed that I couldn’t stop you hitting me and most of all pissed by the fact that clearly you could have hit me harder and deliberately held back.
Bouncing back what I think is just outside your range, realizing just how much of a reach advantage you have, I do my best Ali, the boxer not the alter ego of Aladdin. Trying to bounce in and out of your range, keeping my head moving and switching my stance to my right foot forward rather than my left, picking my moment and throwing what I think is a big right cross aimed at your right breast.
Katie:
Smiling as the right smacks into your cheek and you get on your bicycle, backpedaling away from me. Oh this is going to be tooo easy. I can see you’re getting pissed and that’s going to be your downfall; you’re going to make a stupid mistake, and you’re going to pay for it…dearly.
I watch as you bounce around, those lovely 36Fs bouncing about… I guess there was more to your boxing training than the video someone texted me of you playing pattycake in gloves with your girlfriend Amber. Maybe you watched a match or two. I stay the course, guard up and ready…patiently waiting for you to slip up. Leading with a power punch? I smirk inwardly as I lean back on my left foot…feeling your glove scrape past my bruised tit and wincing…but trying to flick my right foot out with a snappy push kick to your right boob!
Steph:
The moment my red gloved fist reaches halfway towards it’s target I realize I’ve not been as quick or as smart as I’d hoped. Seeing you shift your weight and watching in slow motion as my glove just skims your breast, drawing nothing but a wince from you. Disappointed, thinking I’d done everything right but before I can figure out what I should have done your right foot is off the canvas as you drive your foot into my right breast.
Your heel charging into my breast, feeling it deform and squash under the sharp impact “AHHHHHHHH!” letting out a sharp cry of discomfort as I immediately jump backwards, aided by your kick. Wanting to put some distance between us. My eyes refocusing on yours, clearly pissed as I glare at you “bitch” I mutter, taking a few more steps back and tending my breast with my left glove trying to relieve some of the discomfort.
My breast does hurt but I’m stalling for time, wanting you to underestimate me, suddenly lunging at you bringing my right foot forward and shifting my weight onto it my left foot back near enough to my original position, my wide stance lowering me and I throw a straight right jab aiming once more for your belly.
Katie:
The feeling of your soft titflesh deforming under the hard and smooth heel sends tingles up my leg and under my skirt…and you can see a little glistening already happening as the flap of my skirt swishes to the side. Grinning at you as you back off, clutching your hurt girl. Mouthing..”Did you like that, Steph?” Confidently striding towards you, I launch a playful slow left hook at your cheek….but the arrogance betrays me as you suddenly dip and my royal blue glove strikes thin air.
UMMFF!! I grunt again as my belly eats red leather again. Feeling some of the adrenaline die down and the aches threatening to return with a vengeance. I back off, hissing at you….trying for a retreating left jab to your nose to make space. I circle and watch you…seeing if you’ll make the same mistake I did and become overconfident.
Steph:
Especially pleased with myself this time, avoiding your hook and landing my blow perfectly and now you’re the one in retreat, I want to follow you… to push my… can I really call it an advantage at this stage but you throw a left jab back at my face and whilst I’m just about able to get my left glove up in time it’s enough to deter me from following even as I get back into a fully standing stance.
I want to keep my eyes on yours but as you circle I’m worried I might miss something, feeling the need to keep checking your posture, your stance, your weight distribution, knowing enough to know I won’t be able to do the maths quick enough to figure out what you are going to do before you do it but hoping that I’ll pick up on enough to spot the danger signs earlier enough to avoid walking into a disaster and then I get an idea.
Circling with you I start springing up and down on my feet, bouncing on my feet and making my bare breasts leap up and down on my chest as I try another tactic. Bringing my right knee up and then flicking my foot out in a front snap kick aiming it at your chest and quickly following up with a left cross aiming for your jaw. Unsure if either blow will land but I know the longer this fight goes on… at least as a technical contest the more it favors you.
Katie:
The retreating jab keeps you at bay and I have a moment to breathe as I stalk around you and watch you prepare for your next onslaught. Is that doubt swirling in your mind? I remember as a rookie that I would overanalyze everything in fear of missing something. But I paid for that dearly when overwhelmed with the analysis and eating devastating punches. As your tits bounce and slosh around, my gaze rivets to them, mesmerized for a moment by your huge breasts dancing about. And I pay for it as you suddenly pounce, your right size 8 (US) sole streaking through my guard and burying itself in a perfect front kick that squashes my flat, bruised B cup against my ribs. AGHHH!! I yelp…my turn to backpedal away from you…. luckily saving my jaw from that mean left cross.
Fuck this is a bad idea to fight again so soon, especially in this condition. Focused on the pain searing through my breast, reddening it again….I soon feel the coarse ropes pressing into my back. Oh shit. Bouncing lightly off the ropes, I try to sidestep to my right, hoping your naivety lets me escape…
Steph:
My kick landing perfectly, better than I could have hoped, feeling like I’m getting the hand of this standing and striking but my hook does miss it’s target in part due to the success of the kick.
Hearing you yelp in pain… liking the sound as you back up right into the ropes.
“SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT BITCH!” I snarl, desperate to give you a taste of your own medicine as I charge at you stepping in, transferring my weight to my forward right foot whilst at the same time throwing a big right punch, my elbow bent at a right angle as I follow through pivoting and looking to land a big right hook to your jaw.
Already though you are in motion, sidestepping to the right, away from my fist… I try to twist to follow you but it’s too little too late, my eyes going wide as I realize I’ve fucked up.
Katie:
I sidestep just in time as you commit to your leading power punch…seeing your right hook punch thin air and your eyes widen like big saucers. Turning to face you, I hope deep down that you’re overextended and those massive jugs are carrying your forward momentum into the ropes where I was mere moments ago.
And I try to punish you with a vicious left hook aimed to land squarely on your lovely lips before dipping and twisting my body left trying to hammer a heavy right cross into the side of your ample left tit!
Steph:
Unable to halt my forward momentum as I go crashing into the ropes, or to be more exact I go crashing, breast first, into the ropes. Whilst the outer layer is heavily padded it’s steel inside at the very core and it only has so much give and I let out a short sharp cry of both pain and alarm, yelping as I make unexpected contact and bouncing back a half step.
Before I can react you are on me landing a left hook right on my lips forcing a yowl of pain and knocking my head backwards, my legs nearly buckling as I try to adjust my footing to take into account my sudden and unexpected change of momentum and weight distribution before you land a big right cross that just smashes my left breast crushing it and sending it smacking in to my right “AHHHHHHHHHH” I cry as I teeter along the ropes, clutching at them with my left hand unable to grip properly with my glove instead hooking it with my arm as I try and stagger away from you, wildly throwing my right arm backwards in a desperate attempt to keep you away from me.
Katie:
Oh the unforgiving ropes. How they cut into soft flesh even though they have a little bit of elasticity. A shiver runs down my spine at the very thought and a damp spot on the field of royal blue silk atop my soaked pussy spreads. More tingles course through my body as my left hook crashes into your lips and then my right cross deforms your lovely 36F before jostling it into its twin.
You flounder about a bit on the ropes as you teeter and spin away from me. My nipples display my excitement as I pounce upon you. My lowered hands aim to pound at your tits again but you fling out a wild backfist that smacks into the side of my jaw. Not as powerful because it’s out of desperation rather than with intent but it stuns me….wobbling about a little…feet squelching on the wet, cummy mat as I thud down onto my ass. Skirt flaps askew and showing off my glistening folds as I try to shake the cobwebs out of my head.
Steph:
Feeling my wild swinging right back fist connect with something but I’m still recovering from your own handiwork, able to wrap my left arm around the ropes to help me stabilize myself and using my new found balance to turn around to face you, my breasts feeling incredibly sore from your punches and the collision with the rope.
Stunned as I see you on your ass on the canvas, it taking a moment for me to realize what’s happened and then a huge smirk forms on my face spreading to be practically ear to ear as I look down at you, my taller, fitter, more experienced rival. “WHERE YOU BELONG BITCH!” finding it very hard to hiss with a mouthguard in but I do the best I can do.
“GIVE ME THAT FUCKING SKIRT!” Getting over joyed then remembering your little McGregor swagger from earlier “YOU’LL DEW NUTTIN!” I shout with a mock Irish accent. Absolutely overjoyed and putting you down even if it was by luck… getting a wicked idea… remembering all the humiliation you gave poor Cassie.
Quickly dashing over to you and crouching down, ramming my bare breasts into your face, using them like battering rams as I try and force your head down to the canvas “GET THAT SKIRT OFF AND I MIGHT CONSIDER LETTING YOU BREATHE!”
Katie:
My eyes barely refocus through the stars in my vision as you start taunting me. I hear your accent turning into Irish…I thought you were British? I think confusedly until my brain finally processes that you’re mocking me. I bare my silver mouthguard in defiance just before….MMFFF!! Your huge globes punch me squarely in the face, your stiff nipples almost thumbing me in the eyes.
My head thuds onto the canvas and I protest muffledly, squirming underneath you as I struggle for oxygen…but only inhaling a mouthful of titflesh. MMFF MMFF!! My bare heels scuff on the wet canvas. Tapping out on you with my left glove… as my right paws down at the waistband, trying to push my skirt down my thighs.
Steph:
The sensation of your face struggling against my breasts is most enjoyable, savoring the feeling of you squirming on your back for me. “AWWWWWWW DON’T YOU LIKE MY BREASTS? YOU’VE BEEN STARING AT THEM ENOUGH!”
Looking back and seeing you trying to remove your skirt, watching as you manage to push it down to your thighs, reaching back and trying to help you, realizing just how hard it is to properly manipulate clothing whilst you’re wearing boxing gloves but any frustration at the lack of my dexterity is more than compensated by the sight of your pretty puffy pussy lips and the gooey layer they’ve developed “OOOOOH DOES GETTING KNOCKED ON YOUR ASS TURN YOU ON KATIE?” deliberately shouting loud enough for the crowd to hear wanting to humiliate you as you did Cassie, wanting to show you how it feels.
A woman of my word, despite not needing to be I pull my upper body back, repositioning 90 degrees to your side but I’m not done with my playing yet. I simply can’t help myself, I stop trying to help you push down your skirt and instead shove my right glove against your wet mound and start to grind my glove between your thighs “mmmmmm do you like that slut?” I hiss.
Katie:
I struggle to push my skirt down but eventually manage to slip a padded thumb under the waistband and shove the skirt down my legs. The royal blue silk slowly peeling away from my sopping pussy lips but I don’t get very far. You notice me struggling and I feel another smooth leather thumb slipping under my waistband as you try to help me. I hear your taunt and I fluster underneath your heavy orbs.
Finally you get off of me…my face red and coughing and gasping for air. My ruined skirt hangs halfway down my thighs and suddenly I feel the knuckle portion of your right glove mash against my slick mound, grinding and stretching my slimy labia. Wincing as you manipulate my bruised bits, turning towards you to palm your boobs and try to shove you away from me. Inwardly purring as I fight the urge to moan whorishly next to you.
Steph:
Grinning as I look down at you as you wince for me. “Mmmmmmmm now… what was it you said to poor Cassie? Oh yes… don’t fight it…” purring at you as I toy with your gorgeous wet pussy, pulling my red and now very shiny glove away just a few inches before smacking your lips with a delicious wet smack of leather on twat.
“On our feet this might well be your ring… but down here… this is my house” I purr, grinning down at you confidently like the cat who got the cream.
As I stimulate and tease your humid hole with my leather glove you start to palm at my breasts, trying to shove me away, widening my stance, distributing my weight to try and resist but I can’t help but just close my eyes a moment… the feeling of your gloves on my breasts “mmmmmmmmm” letting out a low moan, my concentration wavering.
Katie:
My breath catches in my throat as you bring your gloved fist away from my sopping wet pussy….my clammy pussy lips quivering as I take in the shiny sheen on your red leather. A sharp gasp bursts through my lips as you swat my wet, puffy lips with your slick leather. Finally the moan slips out as you start shoving that big padded thumb into my dripping sex like a big puffy dildo…
Hearing the crowd rise up behind you snaps me out of my ecstasy. Seeing as you close your eyes, I grit my teeth against my mouthguard and shove upwards with my leather palms…hissing as I try to scrape your lovely nipples with the rough laces of my gloves.
Steph:
Trying to make you my slutty little bitch right there on the mat, wanting to teach you a lesson. But fuck… your gloves against my breasts…
Distracted by the contact, a weakness you clearly pick up on as the next thing I know you are shoving your gloves palm up into my breasts, dragging the leather across my stiff nipples. “UGHHHHHHHHHHH” I groan loudly in a mixture of discomfort and pleasure. Feeling my bare toes scraping against the canvas, my hand between your thighs pulls away and presses against the mat as I try to steady myself.
Katie:
The laces work their magic as I play dirty and mix pain and pleasure by abusing your lovely, sensitive nipples. My hips give a subconscious hump against your glove one last time before you withdraw. Panting as I collect myself, I glare daggers into you as I clamber back up on my feet. A woman of my word, I finish peeling away the skirt, wet with more than just sweat. The ruined silk drops to the canvas and I kick it aside towards @Remington Hirsch.
Flowered pussy glistening with dewy petals bared for all, I brush back my long, brown hair as I settle back into my element…nude…and unencumbered by the skirt. “Bring it on…” I hiss….royal blue gloved hands getting back into guard.
Steph:
I growl at myself, realizing how good an opportunity I’ve passed up, I didn’t have to free you from my breast smother and I shouldn’t have let you distract me by playing with my breasts but what’s done is done. Getting to my feet, getting a good look at your soaking bare pussy as I do before using up a considerable amount of willpower to look you in the eye. Standing there still in my skirt, you now naked.
Smirking at you as you invite me in, getting my guard up parallel with my chin.
“Looks like you enjoyed that bitch, how about I knock you again and give you what you secretly crave… is that what it was with Cassie? You pissed she didn’t beat the orgasms out of you?”
Katie:
Your taunt raises my hackles but I fight to keep it hidden as I retort sweetly, “And neither will you….rookie”. Stepping forward on the soaked canvas…bringing the intensity up a notch….as I feint a snappy left jab towards your nose. Hoping it will catch your attention before I try to snap out a right front kick to bury the hard ball of my foot into your lower belly. Maybe a little ovary crushing will shatter your confidence…
Steph:
Wanting to piss you off, wanting you to make a mistake and you do throwing a left right at my face… even for a rookie like me it’s pathetically predictable, able to get my gloves up to guard and easily take the blow until…
“UGHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I cry out as the ball of your foot drives hard into my lower belly. Instantly feeling the pang of nausea, crumbling to my knees as I groan, my eyes closed tight, clutching at my belly with both gloves, trying to soothe the pain.
Katie:
That blatant left jab catches your attention and up goes the wall of red leather to cover up. But that wall only extends so far and the silken Union Jack catches my eye…and I manage to plow the hard ball of my foot into the top of that center red stripe….royal blue tipped toes almost disappearing as they sink into the soft material of the black waistband. Ouchhh that’s got to hurt…but you deserve it after being such a nosy bitch!
I purr as you crumble down to your knees and I start gliding the padded thumb of my right glove up and down my clammy slit. painting it shiny with my juices. “Awwwww did that hurt? Suck on this, baby…” I sneer as I cup the back of your head with my left glove….and try to probe the slick, shiny royal blue thumb of my right in past your lips… yt
Steph:
On my knees, feeling like my guts have been through a blender.
Tentatively opening my eyes to see you rubbing your slit with your own boxing glove… the shiney royal blue leather contrasting perfectly with your soft pretty pink.
It hurts, I’m in pain… I feel sick although the sensation is slowly starting to fade but… just… mesmerized as I watch you play with yourself and before I can snap out of it you grab the back of my head with one glove and press the slick wet thumb of your other to my lips.
I can’t help myself… I saw you be a total bitch to Cassie but I didn’t think you would sink this low… using two pieces of intimate knowledge that I shared with you as a friend… when you were my friend. I think something wildly arousing about boxing gloves… and… I’m addicted to giving oral.
The moment I feel that wet leather to my lips I can’t help but open wide and let that big leather thumb inside my warm wet mouth as I taste your essence served on a bed of leather.
Katie:
Oh, I know your weaknesses well, after you confided in me and we giggled over our mutual interests. My heart pounds faster as your lips part and you suck on that big padded thumb. Feeling the warmth inside your lovely mouth radiate through the leather and padding to warm my thumb. Standing over you as you kneel at my feet, my hand on the back of your head…as you suck at my thumb, it looks like a kinky BDSM scene to everyone watching. I’m the mistress, you’re the subbie.
“That’s it…take it in…taste me…” I hiss. “The taste of me will be your last memory of your first kickboxing match….” Letting you suck on my thumb a little longer to the enjoyment of myself and the audience before shoving your head away with my left glove. “Get that fucking skirt off and fight me like a woman,” I hiss as I step back. Ready to put you in your place. Ready to show you that I’m mistress of the boxing ring. And you are mine.
Steph:
Sucking on your leather thumb like it’s a cock… and I know exactly who I think about it belonging to… not for a moment confused or alarmed of it tasting of another woman, just that it’s in my mouth where it belongs. Feeling a flash of anxiety as my face is shoved away from it… my demons stirring deep in my brain and my gut as it’s taken away from me then as my eyes open wide and I’m brought out of my trance I stare at you, genuinely hurt, looking around at the crowd feeling humiliated as not one but two of my little secrets are exposed for all to see.
“BITCH!” I hiss “bitch…” I add more quietly, almost pathetically… “BITCH!” I snarl. Getting to my feet and putting my gloved thumbs into my waistband either side of me and pulling my boxing skirt down to reveal… a black groin guard that barely covers my womanhood, doing almost nothing to protect my modesty.
Looking a little sheepish, stupid to get into the fight maybe but not so stupid not to come with some protection after seeing what you did to Cassie.
“I’M DONE WITH YOU BITCH!” I snarl stepping in with my right foot, transferring my weight to it as I throw a powerful straight punch across you, pivoting as I take my shot seeking you seeking the middle of your chest.
Katie:
I grin even more through my silver mouthguard with each hiss from you…good…there’s more of your defiant spirit to break. Watching thirstily as you tuck your gloved thumbs into your waistband and start sliding down. As the Union Jack slides down your thighs…
Then my eyes narrow as your sex is covered up with black leather. The fuck? Is that some sort of tribute to Cassie? But my mouth still waters as it indents into your soft mound…the plump tissue embracing the edge of the guard. Distracted, I barely get my guard up as you come forward. Red leather lances between my forearms as your padded knuckles thud into my sternum, hissing as the edges of your gloves indent into my smaller breasts, sending them both wobbling outwards, getting pushed a half step back. Now it’s my turn to hiss “Bitch!!” as I grimace… trying again for another right front kick to your abdomen…but this time aiming a little higher to where your sexy belly button lies.
Steph:
Smirking as my shot to your 34Bs lands hard and forces you backwards. Wanting to follow up with another shot quickly, throwing a savage left this time looking for your jaw as I seek to just start unloading on you.
I’m angry… I’m hurt… I’m humiliated… and thanks to the all too brief oral session I had with your glove there is another sensation that I’m not prepared to admit to myself which only makes me angrier.
Before my left can find your jaw. I walk right into another front kick, this one higher striking me right in the middle of my stomach. “UGHAHHHHHHHHHHH!” I cry out sharply, my legs wobbling as I try to stay upright despite being knocked back a step. Doubling over slightly but able to stay on my feet.
I know I shouldn’t… you’re a bitch you deserve it though. Doubled over slightly I throw a right jab straight between your thighs looking to pound your wet slit.
Katie:
Just as I lean back to throw that front kick, your left lashes out. But it’s off target as my right foot sinks into your tight tummy, sinking in a little into your guts as your left swishes through the air in front of me. Grinning as you back off, doubled over, I step forward… ready to pound you some more.
But suddenly your right wetly smacks into my wet pussy lips. Jabs aren’t very powerful but having been cuntbusted multiple times today and tender as fuck, I yelp..AGHHH!!! Groaning as I try to throw my arms around yours and wrap your lower biceps up in a tight clinch. Clenching my teeth tightly against my mouthguard as I prepare myself for the double-edged sword as I try to mash my tiny bruised B cups against your massive F cups. My hard bruised sensitive nipples seeking to duel with yours and drill into your soft titflesh.
Steph:
My punch lands, knowing it’s not going to be a knockout blow but it’s got to sting especially given how active your pussy has been today. You stagger a little closer to me and throw your arms out, I wince, expecting retaliatory blows but instead your arms wrap around me.
Instinctively I wrap my arms around you, feeling your naked body against mine and by no means disliking the sensation. My larger breasts pushing into yours and whilst they haven’t taken the damage yours have today they are more than a little tender.
Breasts against breasts in a war of attrition I’ve simply got to win but in a nipple duel all bets are off. Holding you tight to me and feeling your stiff nips poking at mine. I gasp as we make contact and try stab at yours, our swollen and sensitive nipples fencing.
Resting my head on your shoulder and whispering “It didn’t have to be like this Katie… this could have been… friendly… why did you have to turn into a bitch?”
Katie:
We wrap up in a tight, sweaty clinch…using our breasts as boxing gloves as we punch away at each other’s titflesh with our own. Wincing as my firmer but more tender breasts are enveloped by your huge orbs. Gasps punctuate our tight dance as our sensitive nipples graze and parry each other and a nipple occasionally stabs into an areola.
Hearing your whisper in my ear sends a shiver down my spine. “And why did you have to be such a traitorous, judgmental, nosy bitch?!” I hiss hotly back at you. Fuck….this titfight is already taking a toll on my abused tits and I don’t know how long I can last against this veteran titfighter… burying my face in your neck, I give you one deep smooch, hoping to melt you a little more in my arms as I hook my left leg behind your right and push….trying to fuck with your balance and bring us closer to the ropes.
Steph:
In my element now, my breasts undefeated since coming here, something I’m in no hurry to see change. Hugging one another tightly I seek to just squash you, nothing fancy, using my biggest size advantage against my taller opponent. Punishing your smaller breasts and taking the fight to your nipples.
As you whisper back at me I immediately feel hurt… emotionally… how could you think such things about me? I was your friend. Devastated by you seemingly to genuinely believe the blame lies with me, as you kiss my neck I sense for the first time today that my friend is still in there somewhere but before I can try and reconcile, to make things right you hook your left leg behind my right and my sure footing falters, staggering backwards, keeping my hug locked in as I drag you with me and I fall into the ropes.
Katie:
Fuck…the sheer size of your melons is overwhelming me. And there are two things someone should know. One is never get involved in a land war in Asia. And the second is never get involved in a titfight if you’re an amateur. As you stumble back and the ropes bite into your back, I give one final hard thrust, trying to punch your tits with my smaller but firmer breasts as I try to pound your ribs with a short, chopping left hook.
“Let go of me….bitch…” I hiss..
Steph:
Frustrated feeling the ropes at my back but honestly it’s almost cute as you try and drive your breasts into mine, 32B vs 36F is only ever going to go one way even if your drive is surprisingly uncomfortable for me as our now sweaty breasts smack together. It’s your dirty shot to my ribs that really causes me problems, I grunt loudly as you hiss at me to let go of you.
“Bitch… ughh you grabbed me…. your fucking pussy… was sore!”
Releasing you, not wanting you or the crowd to think I’m weak but now I’m backed up against the ropes and not protected by a clinch and you’re close enough that I can’t get my guard up, my arms still withdrawing from your back.
Katie:
It’s a Pyrrhic victory as I jostle around and punch to break out of the clinch. Grimacing hard as my smaller boobs peel away from yours. “And why do you think it’s sore?!” I growl as I make space between us. Your arms are still draped around my back and I stare straight down the diamond shaped gap between our breasts. A glint of malice flashing in my eyes as I spot that black leather groin guard.
“YOU….FUCKING….TRAITOR!!” I snarl as dip down and I try to pound a left-right-left uppercut into that black leather. Fucking livid now that you claim that you’re my friend when you turned on me in my bout with Cassie. You’re going to feel my wrath as I’m going to pound that groin guard until it breaks!
Steph:
My body feeling so hot. Despite being a couple of inches shorter than you I’m well over 10lbs heavier and I’m fighting out of my element, in my 20s I’d have been fine but now in my mid 30s the effort involved in the contest really takes it’s toll, feeling gross and sweaty, relieved to feel some fresh air on my breasts as you break away from me.
Once more you call me a traitor, once more it hurts me but just serves to further enrage you and you start pummeling my groin guard, throwing punches in bunches as your royal blue leather gloves clash with the black leather of my groin protector.
The guard doing it’s job but it’s still a not unsubstantial amount of leather being driven into me, the guard designed to take to reduce damage and take the sting out of an accidentally illegal blow not to just absorb direct heavy blows for any amount of time.
I groan and whimper as you just smack the groin guard against my mound “guhhhhh ahhhhhhh guuuuuuuuuhhhhh fuck……KATIE…..stop!” just like with Cassie you’re at that point of going too far… wondering if you’ll really cross that line with me or not.
Katie:
The dull thud of leather hammering into leather echoes through the ring. I hear your pleas as the blunt force sends the impact rippling through your mound. For a moment, my heart softens again as I hear the desperation in your voice. Maybe it’s a trick. But maybe you really still care to be my friend. I hear Mercy shouting from the audience to hit me back.
My heart steels back up. No mercy for you. Burying my forehead in your cleavage, I can feel your mammaries cupping my ears as I snarl, “YOU….CHOSE…CASSIE….OVER…….ME!!!!!” as I try to pump more low blows into that black leather guard. Anger-fueled adrenaline coursing through my system as I yearn to hear that crack.
Steph:
Trying to fight it but, all of your anger coming crashing down over and over and over against the black leather protector, slowly starting to sink further and further into the ropes until.
“KATIEEEEEEE!” I wail, unable to cover up, your blows keeping my legs open enough for you to keep throwing punches and with your forehead resting against my breasts I just can’t easily get my hands down to cover myself.
Then finally the groin protector just splits, weakened by the series of hate fulled blows, it’s taxed way past it’s design limits and what’s left of it just drops to the floor as you expose my clammy mound.
“KATIE… STOP!” I cough, trying to wrap my arms around you to clinch.
Katie:
Droplets of juices are half-dripped and half-flung from my puffy pussy lips as my hips pivot over and over as I pummel away at your groin guard. And at last…that sweet, lovely CRACK as the plastic inside gives up from my relentless assault. The only sound that pierces through the dull buzz that floods my ears…part due to your huge breasts acting as earmuffs and part due to just tuning your manipulation out. You buttered me up and called me your friend…but when I was in the fight with Cassie, you totally went to her side with the very same whine.
Fuck you… as tears of anger well in my eyes and I try to pump another pair of punches into that exposed wet sex. Feeling your arms wrap around me…limiting my punching ability…I’ll just have to wreck you like I did Cassie. Shifting my face over until my mouth is near your right nipple….and I pounce…wrapping my luscious lips around it and trying to slurp and suckk at it…
Steph:
I whimper as you gloves now find my bare pussy. Feeling your blue leather gloves impact against my pink pussy lips. Barely able to clinch you but as I do it limits your ability to punch giving me some temporary respite, not sure if it’s my grip on you or the ropes that are keeping me up but it’s certainly not my jelly legs.
Before I can plead with you to let me go, you slide your face to my right nipple and take it into your mouth sucking on it. I immediately groan in pleasure, sliding one gloved hand up your back, my shiny red glove sliding up the skin of your back until it finds the back of your head, unable to resist.
Seeing tears in your eyes and thinking you’ve seen the light, you know what you did wrong and this is maybe you apologizing for it. “Katieeeeee” I coo
Katie:
Royal blue leather pounds into glistening pink pussy lips, painting my padded knuckles with your shiny juices. I can feel you start to sink against me and I push back…letting the ropes do the work of supporting you. I may be 10 years younger but I’m too tired to carry your dead weight. My lips find your nipple and I feel your gloved fists glide up my bare back and cup the back of my head.
I hear the slightest waver in your voice as you moan. Bobbing my head up and down, feeling that nipple bending up and down. Bathing that sensitive length with my scouring tongue as my lips wrap tighter around it… There’s no better humiliation for you than for your huge boobs to be milked in front of everyone…especially your girlfriend.
Steph:
Desperately holding your face to my right breast… I shouldn’t… I know… I should be resisting… fighting… it feels so good. Pushing my hips forward my pussy hot, bothered and wet.
My head is swimming, occasionally snapping out of my arousal like the kick you get as you drop your phone in bed as you almost fall asleep whilst using it but the jolts not lasting, only a moment of clarity every few seconds. “noooooooooo” I whine “pleaseeeeeeee”
Katie:
More whines. More pleas for mercy. You’re just a slippery eel trying to get out of her just desserts…just like when you backed Cassie as she was receiving her punishment. I keep slurping away at your nipple with even more urgency and fervor. Feeling your bare pussy press against my glove, I drop my left down more…sliding the padded thumb up and down your slick slit. Wiggling it side to side to tease your soaked sex. Moanningg into your tit..
Steph:
Your glove against my pussy feels so good, it’s driving me crazy, I don’t know what it is about boxing gloves but the sensation… could it be the contrast with skin, is it the visual, is it something it represents? Right now I don’t know and I don’t care.
Even as I plead weakly my body just betrays me as I try and fuck your big blue gloved left hand all the while I continue to hold your head to my breast as you suckle on me, I feel… not an urge… more like pressure… building within my right breast, feeling so full, uncomfortable but almost in a good way. Then my eyes go wide my body starting to shudder.
“Katie…………. Katie……….oooh oohhhhhhhh stop……..please……..you win……..don’t……..please…PLEASE NOT LIKE THIS!”
Feeling both an impending orgasm and something else, wondering… dreading which will come first.
Katie:
The smooth blue leather of my left boxing glove works up and down your puffy glistening pussy lips. Suckling your breast, I look up as your body starts to shiver. Looking up at you with narrowed eyes, furrowed brow, and burning anger in my deep brown eyes as give your teat a little bite and tug, baring my silver mouthguard in a snarl. You protest and plead. Not like this? As I draw my left back and try to plunge a short left uppercut into your drooling cunt.
“How about now?” I hiss with a mouthful of tit as I try to plunge that gloved thumb past your folds and mash it into you.
Steph:
My toes curling, barely able to think straight as I just try and fuck your glove but I’m not the only one working towards that, you snarl at me sending a shiver down my spine and pull your glove away from me, I practically cry out terrified of you taking it away from me, just wanting to grind myself off on it, surely you wouldn’t be so cruel as to bring me to the edge of orgasm only to deny me?
My prayers being answered, both by heaven and hell at the same time, you quickly return the glove, in the form of a nasty close range uppercut, your thumb forcing it’s way between my lips and I let out a pathetic half cry have mewl as I tremble, my body tensing for a fraction of a second before I let out a long cry of pleasure “ughhhhhhGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” as my body spasms on the edge of your glove a wave of pleasure flooding through my bare naked and sweaty body as my pussy just gushes all over your royal blue glove, painting it in my sexual essence.
The ropes the only thing keeping me standing as my legs just go, as I convulse for you like I’m going into seizure.
Katie:
I smear your pussy lips around with my royal blue leather before pumping a cruel short uppercut into your puffy lips. And you cum..flooding your delicious nectar all over my fist and splashing onto my toes and canvas below. You’re done. You’re finished. You fall back onto the ropes as your legs turn to jelly and you shudder hard. Pulling out that wet gloved thumb with a pop, I bring it up and try to jam it in your mouth in an attempt to make you slurp your own juices. But I want more.
I want poetic justice for what you did. I want to drain you like poor Cassie. I suck at your tit harder, snarling as I try to tease out that milk…just as my right glove drops now to your slick cunt….and try to tease out your clit with the thumb just so I can mash it down underneath the thick padded knuckles of my royal blue glove.
Steph:
Punch drunk and post orgasm drunk. Out on my feet wouldn’t be doing the ropes the credit they deserve. My bare naked body just hanging on the ropes.
Offering no resistance, not that I probably would if I could as you jam the thumb of your left glove into my mouth and instinctively I start to suckle obediently. All the while you continue to nurse on my right nipple, it feels like a dam facing a rapidly and ever growing tide, not idea when it will burst but I feel it, not the only thing I’m feeling as now you bring your right glove to my soaking wet and sticky pussy, offering it no respite as now you target my stiff little clitty. My eyes rolling back in my head a low groan muffled by your left glove, the sort of groan that says ‘Stephanie is not here right now…please call back later.
Katie:
Once again your lips wrap around the padded blue thumb and I can feel my thumb grow warm inside. Talking shit like Cassie gets you a similar punishment as Cassie. The parallels are just uncanny between you two bitches; out on the ropes, drained, and going to get fucking knocked out.
I pull the blue thumb from your mouth with a wet pop. “More time for you to suck on that later…..along with something else big and blue…” I snicker. My glossy pink lips part as I peel away from your swelling boob. Giving your sensitive clitty a hard grind as I back off. Breathing heavily as I get my heavy fists up….and try to pound the milk out of your right boob with a left hook and right uppercut combo…. then sizing you up as I grind my feet into the mat….coating my size 9 soles with your cum…
Steph:
I whimper pathetically as you pull the royal blue gloved thumb from my mouth, feeling like you’ve cruelly snatched the most important thing in the world to me and right now you might have actually just done that.
My torment is only made worse as… on the verge of a very different kind of release you pull your gorgeous mouth from my right nipple. Still too weak to properly stand without help, I sort of buck, like a child throwing a tantrum on the floor of a store, desperately trying to force myself onto you but unable to actually get anywhere, almost like a turtle on it’s back.
At least I still get to enjoy the sensation of your right glove as you grind on me, the leather against my clit feeling both incredible and torturous at the same time but I don’t care about the discomfort from the contact, the discomfort from not getting what I need right now is far far worse.
I practically sob as you pull away from me, my red, wet eyes searching for anything good behind yours as you stare back at me, my former friend. Then you start to pummel my huge right breast with a combo of punches, I holler in pain as you beat my defenseless breast and then…. oh god… the dam bursts…
My eyes going wide as I feel a sudden rush of hormones making me feel deeply confused about what is going on as you literally beat the milk out of me.
“Katieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” I cry out
Katie:
Oh you want it. You want to be milked and fucked. I get it now…. Smirking through my silver mouthguard as you try to cum back for more as I pause my stimulation of your clit and breast. My punches slam into your big right girl and milk begins to spray out of your nipple.
“Oh, is that milk for me, mommy?” I tease…licking the sweet droplets of milk off of my glove. Slowly tonguing the blue leather as I stare back into you. “So you wanted to save Cassie so you could get me all to yourself?” I purr. “Then I know exactly what I want to do to you…” I giggle cruelly as I step back with my right side leading this time. Royal blue toes gripping the mat with a wet squelch as I spin….arcing my right foot upwards and around, trying to imprint a cummy size 9 footprint onto the side of your face.
Steph:
You taunt and tease me as you force me to spray breast milk… clearly not enough for you that you’ve forced me to cum against my will and even suck off your royal blue boxing glove thumb whilst it’s covered in my own cum.
You’re not even done there as you can’t resist getting in one more dig about me trying to avenge Cassie after feeling you crossed a line in your fight with her earlier abusing her without remorse when the fight was clearly over, after she even begged you to end it.
Weakly… feebly I try to raise my red gloves never even getting them remotely near my upperbody, my arms too heavy, my brain a muddled mess like a computer that’s had a hot soup poured into the casing. So out of it I’m not even sure whether or not I see your foot. I don’t even feel it for long. I hear a sharp but wet smack, vaguely away of being hit by…
My head snapping hard my red mouth guard popping out and landing somewhere in the crowd and I just drop to the canvas… a naked, sweaty pile of flesh. Milk dribbling from one nipple, my juice draining from between my thighs. The only movement besides the rivers of fluid is my breathing and the occasional twich and spasm, like a dog dreaming.
Katie:
The loud wet thwack of my cummy right sole colliding with your cheek. The feeling of your sexy facial features distorting against my sole. The loud whump as you collapse into a heap at my feet. It all sends tingles straight to my bared, drooling sex.
Your huge orbs slosh around for a few moments as you lay there.. dripping onto the canvas. I shove my sweaty right foot on your slick sex….feeling your stiff nub slip between my toes….as I gas pedal your steaming cunt while flexing my biceps for the crowd
Steph:
I lay there, completely out. Just a 135lb lump of leaking flesh. Completely helpless, at your mercy. Whilst out cold you shove your right foot between my thighs and work my cunt whilst you victory pose. Despite almost every part of my body being shut down my pussy still responds, so close to an orgasm before the devastating KO kick and just as you did to Cassie’s shecock you do to my drooling pussy as my body shudders and spasms hard as you force my cunt to spray the foot that knocked me out.
Katie:
I pump my foot up and down against your slick sex…wanting to pump another orgasm out of you. Soon you begin to shudder hard as you surrender to me…coating my foot with your nectar. In a way, now it’s elemental. Flesh, milk, and honey….all in a puddle on the mat now in front of my exhausted, aching body.
The combined scent of your fresh love and the fainter smell of Cassie mingled in the air is intoxicating. I want to ride your face hard. But I’m not done with you yet. Not by a long shot, “friend”…I spit out my silver mouthguard, shiny with my saliva…and shove it between your lips. “You’ll need this for the bumpy ride…” as I unceremoniously shove you out of the ring with the same cummy right foot.
Slipping out of the ring, I hook my arms underneath your armpits, dragging you to my dressing room for more punishment…
Steph:
The ring canvas also serving as a different kind of canvas, probably best no one has a black light for all of the fluids that you’ve spilled during back to back dominant boxing matches.