The Woman Who Wanted a Real Match

[jonjac30]

Hello again, this is my second story posted up in this website. The first one was taken down do to it having hints of child pornography, even thought the kid was in middle school but I understand why they did it and it gave me more motivation to make this new story. Now it's a maledom story, so if your not into that then you can click off this story and enjoy the rest of your day or night. So who ever has kept reading, I hope you enjoy this story. Oh and P.S. This is a fictional story

I go to this gym everyday, I workout and do my cardio most of the afternoon, I'm a pretty built man, nice string arms, a nice little six pack that is stills being shaped, but for about month I've been going for a different reason. A plus sized women, not too much fat but some is placed in the right spots, her name was Cynthia. I've been watching Cynthia workout, she dose the treadmill, weights, Dumbbells, and most of all boxing.

My god her boxing skills are amazing, watching her hit that bag, watching the sweat come off that plump body, watching that sexy body work on a bag just gets me excited. For the past month since Cynthia’s been here she had been challenge by most the women, and she has demolished them. She's knocked them out and it's so hot, and after she beat up all the women in the gym, the men thought they could take her.

Oh boy they were wrong, she knocked them out too. I don't know how but watching her taking out men is even hotter. After a month she has taken out all of the members of the gym, except for me. One day she came up to me on a sexy workout get up, she may have been big but she knows how to make it work for her. She walked up to me and we got to talking, she gave me a sexy smirk and she challenged me to a match, but this time she wanted to do it privately, at night.

That same night I came back to the gym and she was waiting for me in the ring, wearing her sexy plus size red bra and panties. I just gaze at her for a long time and she notices me and smirks and ask me if I'm just gonna eye fuck her or are we going to box. She then tells me that she wanted this night to be special, i striped down to my boxing shorts. I keep looking at her body, she starts to stretch and bend over, her ass was just plump for and even with her plus sizes panties on, her cheeks swallowed it and made it into a sexy thong. My dick starts to grow and she gasp a little in excitement watching it stretch out my shorts, and starts to grin. We met in the middle of the ring and started our match, we traded punches and they weren't painful but felt a little something. Then we turn up the pressure and start punching harder and harder, her face was different in this match.

Her face gave off a longing of submission, craving for a real fight, wanting a strong man to take her. After a few more minutes of trading blows she stops and then he says “how about we make this more interesting?” she takes off her gloves and unclamps her bra and tosses it out of the ring, now her big, round and beautiful orbs of flesh are now display for my viewing pleasure or my downfall. She then puts her gloves back on, we get back to fighting and my punches get more and more harder on her body, she fought back and a couple of times had me on the ropes and one time had me dazed, I was about to fall but her breast saved me, they were soft and her nipples were rock hard and close to my mouth.
So I started to lick and suck it, while I did so her moans got louder and louder, her moans become more and more meaningful, I then flip her around and got her trapped in the corner of the ring. Her breathing became more and more heavy, then I take my chance while she's on sexual bliss, I starts hammering blows to her sides and stomach. Her moans get louder and louder, I pull back and look her in the eyes then I knock her down, I then tell her to take off my shorts and boxers. She dose so and after my dick springs out, she is in awe and starts to kiss and suck it lovingly, after a minute she gets up and takes off her panties and then we get back to boxing. Then she becomes more and more submissive and let's me punch her more and more, she's now just my human punching bag. The punches become too much for her and she clinches to me, while I hammer in on her sides she holds on tighter and my Rock hard on is now jammed in her pussy. She gasps and whispers in my ear moaning to finish her and I jab her in the face and she falls in the ropes. She gives me a face of want and begging me to knock her out, I bring up my fist and give her a large uppercut to the chin and she slowly crumbles to the ground.

She gives a loving smile and her pussy is now getting wet, a few minutes later I wake her up and she's in my bed. she is smiling and bitting her lower lip, She then tells me to claim what I won and I got on top of her and stick my dick in her pussy and we start to fuck roughly and I pound her like a mad man, she was loving the fact she wasn't in control of the situation, she is loving every single minute of me inside her. I pull her hair and pinch her breast, after 3 hours of amazing sex we are in bed just laying there and just stay in the warmth, she's breathing heavy on my neck while I'm rubbing her body with my index finger. then she looks at me with those same submissive eyes and ask me if I am ready for round two and I smile and kiss her and started all over again.

I really hope you've enjoyed my boxing story, my next story will be a femdom story. Maybe Cynthia gets a rematch or I'll make a completely different story. if you wanna give your opinion please go right ahead

Forgot to thank you.

[Slappo]

Excellent. Thanks you.

With jonjac30's gracious permission I am going to expand on and continue Cynthia, the woman who wanted a real match.


In this gym that I belong to I have become a captive audience to a woman who at first glance is an unlikely sex symbol. Standing a mere 5'3" tall, she is a roundbodied, as in plump, woman with an ample ass, big tits, long black hair and a round face framed by her big round eyeglasses. She looks like anything but the fearsome boxer that she is.

Daily, I am mesmerized watching her pound the heavy bag, her eyes fixed on her target as she punches the hell out of an imaginary foe.
Her face and chest always drenched in her own perspiration, her long hair damp and her wet black bangs matted to her forehead as she battles " someone."

When she finishes beating up the bag, she drapes a towel around her neck and moves on to weight training where she curls dumbells and admires her solid but not overly muscled arms as she works them out.
Finally 20 to 30 minutes on the treadmill finish her workout. She then heads to the lockerroom to shower, change and head home for the night.

As I observe her each day, my dick stiffins as I imagine her " taking me on " in a boxing match.

Cynthia is her name and while she has an incredibly cute smile, she rarely shows it off at the gym except to me when she catches me staring at her in awe.

Leaving the gym, she looks more like a librarian or corporate secretary than the lethal little fighter I observe each day.

Many local moms and professional working women frequent our gym to work out and keep in shape. Quite a few take advantage of the boxing classes including Cynthia.
When the training gives way to actual matches, Cynthia looks the safest bet to box against, but every woman who has been matched up with her has literally had the shit beat out of them by the little dynamo.

I have observed a bit of a mean streak in her where she will, after boxing them and knocking them out, stand over their shattered bodies and taunt them to get up for more. No one has yet accecpted her invitation.

Her punches seem to explode on her opponants faces and bodies and while I have never seen her marked up, she does exhibit one interesting trait. At the conclusion of her fights, she is always soaking wet and shudders as though she is freezing cold. I can also see that her shorts or leggings are particularly wet when she is standing over her conquered foes.

A 5'9" MILF challenged her recently in spite of the other ladies warnings and suffered the same fate, being KOed inside 2 rounds. She found herself collapsed in a corner crying, nose bloodied and unable to rise without help.

Some foolish men have taken her on and she is beats them even more viciously than the ladies and seems even more enraptured in her victory stance over their beaten bodies.

I believe that she has beaten all the members of this gym except for me!

I am entranced when I watch her fight and admire her skill, hand speed and her ability to discect and pummel her opponants into submission. I always recieve one of her smiles at the conclusion of her beatdowns while she stands victoriously in the ring.

I think she is so cute and so lethal. I have to get to know this tigress.

jonjac30's narrative can now fill in our first meeting, bout, and subsequent after fight activities.

Enjoy, more to come!

After our marathon fight and love making session, I knew that I could never let this plump, sexy, fighting cherub go. She was amazing and pushed me harder and further than anyone ever had before. I had never "done it" in a boxing ring before. We quickly dressed and went out for a bite.

Over breakfast we had quite the conversation.

She tells me that while she is a prim and proper " Lady " in the working world, she has an incredible need to dominate her men, thus preventing many from forming a lasting relationship with her. She worries that this might scare me off too.

I confess my recent obsession with watching her at the gym and my now fulfilled dream of taking her on. She smiled and revealed her fascination with me also.
" That's why you're here. I hope this will not be a one time thing?"

" Let's not rush things." I replied, but also assured her that our "session" had done nothing to scare me off.

Another big smile.

Her next revelation was that she had two jobs. One was as a bank assistant mgr., nothing odd about that I stated.

"The other is the one that often keeps me alone at night when guys find out about it. I have a dominatrix service at my house." Apprehension was all over her face.

I never saw that one coming!

Cynthia had a marked propensity for wearing black all the time, and I had wondered if she had a " Goth fetish " or something.

The silence between us was deafening until she blurted out, " I knew it! I never should have told you."

Tears rolled down that beautiful cherubic face and cut me like a knife. I wasn't sure yet how I felt about this but knew I didn't want to let this thing we had go.

" So what! let's just see where this all goes." The smile returned as I dried her eyes.

"That's the main reason I go to the gym so regularly. I knew that I had to build up some strength and stamina. The boxing thing was an accident, but when I found out that I was good at it I kept it up. Then you wandered into my life. I watched you obsessively , you returned the attention and here we are."

As I said before Cynthia's looks are totally non threatening and her inability to lose her belly and her big eyeglasses kept her under the radar of suspicion. She made me promise to keep her activity under wraps as her clientele requires her being discrete.

As I contemplate what an unusual and interesting friend I have made, she hits me with one more confession.
Cynthia confides that when she is boxing or pounding the heavy bag, or seeing her opponants helpless and knocked out on the floor she experiences waves of mindblowing orgasims .

Cynthia and I call it a night as she has a early session appointment with a local politician and says she needs her rest as he is a big guy and is particular in his needs.
Cynthia pleads with me to meet her for another boxing session tomorrow after her work is finished. I tell her that she needs not plead, I'll be there. The wonderful smile returns and as I kiss her goodbye, I hope that I can satisfy her.

The next afternoon I get a text message from Cynthia. She tags it urgent and tells me to forget the gym tonight, that I should come to her house ASAP! She sends me directions and the plea to "Come as quick as you can!"

Being home from work and worried that something might be wrong, I race to her house right away. I knock on her door and am amazed when it opens almost immediately. Cyndi pulls me in quickly, gives me a kiss which rocks my world and bearhugs me. I notice that she is soaking wet and shaking.

" Come with me now!"

Dutifully I follow her downstairs where we pass a maze of rooms. Doors open revealing a sort of dungeon decor, a small room containing dom. tools and proceed to a small padded room which holds two stools, a rack of towels, a shelf of various color and weight boxing and mma gloves and a single overhead light fixture.

" Cynthia, what the hell?"

" Shut up and listen! This morning's session evolved into something I have never experienced before. My client decided that his fetish need today would be a fight. You know how I told you that I like to dominate others in the ring. I was thrilled and sure that I could beat the hell out of this guy like I always do. Guess what, he fought harder than anybody I have ever boxed before! He caught me with some low blows to my pussy and I became a helpless heavy bag. He pounded the shit out of me!"

" Tell me who he is, I'll kill him."

" NO!! I LOVED IT! I couldn't believe the feeling I got from being dominated. We can talk about it more later but I need you to fight me NOW! Please no face punches, but other than that do your best to beat the crap out of me! Please I need that fix now, but more than that; I NEED IT FROM YOU MY LOVE! YOU HAVE TO BEAT ME AND THEN RAVAGE ME!"

To say I was stunned was an understatement! Cynthia looked sexy as hell as she pulled on her black boxing gloves. Her black bra and panties strained to contain her ample and excited tits and her wet pussy. I stripped down to my shorts. My dick was stiff and as excited as I was and Cynthia smiled broadly. She grabbed me, pulled me forcefully , and kissed me hard on the lips.

Time to glove up!

Time to fight!

I stand toe to toe with the little boxing dominatrix.

Cynthia plants another world rocking kiss on me and rocks me again; This time it's with a barrage of lefts and rights banging my head and causing some stars to appear. Cynthia now adds some trash talk and insults designed to piss me off and punch back. After another two jabs jolt me again and cause a trickle of blood from one of my nostrils I finally fight back.

I land a solid right to her left tit making it flatten outwards and buldge out of it's supportive bra.

" That's it pussy, hurt me I dare you!"

Two more lightening quick jabs crunch my nose, watering my eyes and increasing the flow of blood. Now I was pissed.

I notice,while ducking Cynthia's barrage, that she is maintaining a wide open stance directly in front of me and not moving much. Her bountiful rack was also not protected as she kept her gloved fists in a high guard. I slam a left right combination to her chest flattening both her tits and eliciting a squeal of delight to come from her pretty little mouth. Quickly she grabs me in a clinch but fails to secure my arms. Moaning the whole time she is rocked by my left right left plowing into her belly.

Cynthia holds me tightly in a clinch and her nipples are so hard from excitement that they are painfully compressing against my chest. She now rubs them vigorously side to side screaming with delight.

I finally grab her in a headlock as I drive left hands into her belly and chest.

Again she screams " Yes, Yes, punish me, I'm a bad girl!

I stop and let her go, shocked at her behavior!

"What's wrong? Keep going!"

She emphasized her plea with a right hand to my jaw which jerked my head violently and enraged me.

" If that's how you want it bitch!" I can swear she smiled.

I proceeded to drive a right fist into her womanhood. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips. And she yelled

" Yes yes, again please!"

I increased my attack, I slammed a right deep into her belly, a left to her pussy, and a right left uppercut combo to her beautiful tits.

Her moaning and screaming got so loud that I was glad we were doing this here and not at the gym. I could have been arrested for assault if anyone had heard us.

For another 10 minutes I pounded her round gorgeous body until ,drowned in her
orgasms, Cynthia still clutching me, slid down towards the floor.

When she arrived at my raging hardon, she took me into her mouth and worked me over until we both collapsed in mutual exhaustion and bliss.

" Take me now!" Cynthia pleaded and without taking time to take off our boxing gloves we made love for another 30 minutes more. I pounded her mound harder than I have ever done before in my life with Cynthia moaning and screaming alternately.

Finally we fell asleep in each others arms. I woke up first and got hard all over again as I gazed down on my little dominatrix as she started to awaken.

When she woke up, Cynthia demanded another round of boxing. Still gloved up, she beckened me to pound her pussy and tits for another 15 minutes. Lefts and rights found her mound and tits and I think she moaned and cried out louder than before. When she thought that I was letting up even a little, her speedy fists pounded a drumbeat on my head. This gal was incredibly tough and insatiable.

When we both collapsed again after beating the hell out of each other Cynthia looking into my eyes and giving me one of the biggest smiles I had ever seen on her face ,professed her love for me, and I for her.




The Dominatrix became the dominated.

Little Cynthia proved to me that you should NEVER judge a book by it's cover!

[aknight93]

Nice way to finish a story.