The Demon of His Dreams

 

Ata fell in love watching Mike wrestle with Debra one Saturday afternoon at the Amazonia Boxing Club. "Love" was not a simple word for Ata, a thirty year old, raven haired body builder. Sexual aggression was woven into her love for beating up certain types of men

Got a cute ass, decided Ata, watching Debra sock Mike straight on the chin, sending him into a standing daze. Nice weak chin, too! Ata mentally noted. She moved closer to ringside to examine the male participant. As for Mike, Debra slapped him back to full consciousness and directly applied a sleeper hold. Mike's hands pulled at Debra's tightening arms, but he knew the match was over and very soon he'd be sleeping in Debra's arms.

Unconscious and cradled in the limbs of a stronger woman, her generous breasts serving as pillows, appealed deeply to Mike, because he was a schmoe, a straight male who got sexual pleasure from losing to a woman in mixed combat.

Ecstasy swelled through his body as the black dots before his eyes blurred into a curtain of darkness He hoped his girlfriend Julia was still recording the match as he floated into to Dreamland. 

"What a damn gentle!" Ata muttered to herself. Mike was out cold, his head resting in Debra's cleavage. Ata's cellphone camera joined the forest of  raised phones that recorded Mike's destruction. Catching a glimpse of the rise in the front of Mike's trunks, Ata felt her blood race. 

And he has wood! she thought.

Ata watched Debra pin Mike for Emma the Ref's three count and then paraded around the ring like the amazon Debra was. Julia and Desiree dashed to the knocked out wrestler. When he didn't respond to their efforts to wake him, the women gathered Mike in their arms and carried him off. Debra blew her victim a good night kiss as Mike was relocated to the Recovery Room.

Ata lingered in the hallway to see if anyone else joined the trio. After a few minutes of waiting, no one entered the Recovery Room, so Ata did.

"Which one of you is the girlfriend?!" Ata demanded, barging through the door. Both Julia and Desiree stared up from Mike at the intruder. 

"Me!" Julia was prideful and emphatic. Grinning, Ata was on top of Julia in two strides, a hard fist hurtling outward.

WHACK!!

White light flashed in Julia's skull and she flew against the wall. Darkness' caress relaxed Julia into deep slumber.

"Dez?!" Ata demanded.

"Ata?! Oh...I.. " Desiree stumbled to the door. Ata stepped in her way. "You never answer texts or phone calls anymore! You don't care anymore?"

"Look, Ata, I told you it was just a passing thing. I don't do long term relationships."

"Too bad!' snorted Ata. "How are you with long term unconsciousness?!"

BAP!

For a joyous moment, Ata savored the results of her upper cut. Desiree, head pitched back, lower jaw dangling, eyes unblinking, was out on her feet. Ata tenderly prodded Desiree's chest with her pointer finger and Desiree collapsed on the floor besides Julia. Desiree's head came to rest affectionately on Julia's shoulder.

Undressing rapidly, Ata removed Mike's shorts and underwear and mounted him.

"Hey, schmoe, wake up!!" she shouted, happily massaging Mike's full erection.

"Who...wha..?" Mike mumbled, blackness draining from his eyes and currents of pleasure rising in his still numb body.

"I'm Ata and I watched you get KOed by Debra. I said to myself, 'I need to fuck that man!'"

Mike's mind cleared instantly and he became excited. The pair kissed. They fucked, slowly at first, not wanting to fall on the floor. But the pace accelerated to a powerful climax when he saw Julia and Desiree beaten up. 

"God, more!" Mike gasped.

"No, not now! But..." Ata began masterbating her partner, eliciting another convulsive orgasm. As he gasped for breath, Ata pulled his shorts back up.

"This was our first date! You're going to see a lot more of me in the coming weeks!"

POW!

Mike sagged back on the mattress, spark out. Ata wrote her name and cell number on some paper and left it in Mike's gym bag.

                                                    

Mike climbed into the private boxing ring at the Amazonia Boxing Club that Ata had reserved for them.  When he called Ata a week after their introduction, he was informed that Ata wanted more sex , but Mike had to fight for it.

"What if I knock you out?" he asked.

"I expect you to be the gentleman that all you schmoes are deep down," Ata replied.

"If I lose?" Excitement in Mike's voice increased.

"Then I fuck you so hard you won't be able to remember Julia!"

He was forgeting Julia already. Neither she nor Desiree had any clear recollections of being assaulted and, enthralled at the prospect of  more sex with Ata, Mike said nothing.

Mike embraced Ata with no warning. At first, she resisted his kiss and then responded warmly.  The sensation of Mike's hands on her ass thrilled Ata. Mike's fingers pressed down between the girl's hips and the waistband of her shorts. Mike was perplexed and angry when Ata pulled back, glaring angrily. There was a sharp explosion on his jaw.

Out cold instantly, Mike dropped onto Ata's shoulder and felt himself carried to and set down in the folding chair in a corner of the ring.

"Trying to fuck me before our match? Weaken me with a few orgasms? My schmoe is a sneaky bastard!"  

Ata was lacing up the boxing glove on Mike's right hand. The glove on his left was already secure.

"You know Mike, I was going to KO you quick so we could get to fucking!" Ata continued. "Now I have to put that on hold to teach you a lesson!" She smacked Mike's gloves together. "All done! Ready for your beating?!"

Though faintly groggy, Mike remembered the song "Strut" by Sheena Easton while Ata provided a legs and ass show walking to her corner. There she set the automatic bell and pulled on her own boxing gloves.

Ata was pleased that Mike put up a strong fight. He dodged and counterpunched with impressive speed and strength. There was no doubt in Ata's mind that the match would in her triumph by a complete knockout, but Mike was making her victory as costly as possible.

Forcing Mike into a corner with punches, Ata thought "Time for sweet dreams!" She dodged two rapidly executed haymakers and sprang up, slamming down a tight fist on Mike's head in a windmill motion.

Mike let out an orgasmic moan and smiled, looking with anticipation at Ata's smooth breasts.

"Mommy?!" he sighed and dropped into his opponent's extended arms. Shifting limp Mike to the nearest  turnbuckle, Ata flung his arms over the top ropes. She could see her new lover was in a KO daze, but not asleep.

"In about a minute, you're going completely out!" Ata told Mike with tender conviction. "And you will sleep till tomorrow morning like a baby! That I promise! When you wake up, you'll have a new woman in your life. One that really loves you!"

Mike squinted to see Ata cock her fist back behind her head and, in the few seconds remaining, he adored her.

As promised, Mike was out cold until 6 a.m. the next morning. While he slept, Mike dreamed of making love with numerous women, who fused into one female that expressed his deep, basic desires. Mike was beyond "in love" with Ata, the demon of his dreams.