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After a few seconds, my mouth was working again.

"Well, I see you managed to hang on to your old boxing attire Millie." I concluded hoping to
slow the blood rushing through my body.

"Oh no Davy, you misunderstand. I use it frequently, especially when I get challenges for
my title. You see, I box these young bitches looking to dethrone me! I love pounding their
soft pillowy bodies into submission. It makes me feel like a queen." Millie whispered as
her warm breath caressed my ear.

"But how can I be of help to you? I don't know much about boxing from a woman's
point of view. But, I must admit that seeing you dressed like this, gives me quite a thrill."

A little smile sent me up into the clouds! I wanted to caress her, but was afraid she might
not accept my advances.

"Well, for starters, I would love to have you in my corner tonight when I take on the
Blonde Terror. I belong to a group of mature women, who treasure boxing younger ones
and knocking them out. I love the feeling of superiority I get as I gaze down at my defeated
opponent. They climb through the ropes with such arrogance, that I love sending back
through them, on a stretcher." she grinned with an evil expression.

I swallowed my fear and let my fingers inch down her silky stockinged legs, as I gazed into
her dark eyes. I think she knew what I wanted because she leaned over and gave me a
gentle kiss. My self control, quickly began to breakdown as her bikini top rubbed against
my chest. And her protruding niples seemed to calling my name.

"Be careful Davy. Once we head down that road, there will be no stopping." she warned.

"How about your fight with the Terror. Won't your strength be compromised if we..." I
inquired.

"You're right but, when I'm finished with her, you'll be next on the menu and I promise
you, it will be an exhausting experience." she spoke in a wicked voice.

We got into her car again and headed down to a small brick building in the middle of
nowhere that looked deserted, but once inside, it was like a carnival and right in
the middle of it all stood a boxing ring. An hour later I was standing next to Millie
as she waited for the opening bell to chime.

"Good luck Millie," I whispered as I removed her robe revealing her lovely but hard
muscled body.

The Terror stood in her corner and started pointing her glove at Millie;

"You old bitch! I'm gonna' send you to a retirement home or better yet, to a hospital!"
She shouted unnerving me, but a glance back at Millie gave me a calming feeling.

"She's the one who's gonna' need the luck," she sneered as her mouthpiece was
inserted.

And as soon as the bell rang, the Blonde Terror was under siege with punches raining
from all directions, and too numerous for her to defend. With every solid hit, the blonde spit
out some blood! The crowd, which consisted of mostly mature women, watched
and cheered with glee.

With a few seconds left in the round, the blonde hit the canvas with a loud thud after
suffering a head snapping uppercut from Millie. As she lifted up her head, the glassy
look in her eyes made it obvious. Like a loaf of bread baking in an oven, she was just about
done.

Unexpectedly, the bell rang, ending the first round. Thankfully, the Blonde's
corner-woman was able to drag her back to a waiting stool. But, the bell only served
as a prolonging agent and guaranteed the blonde more punishment unless she
surrendered.

One would imagine, that after taking such a terrible beating, a fighter wouldn't provoke
his or her opponent to continue with the merciless pummeling they've been getting;

"You got lucky, you old queen! I'm gonna' beat you like a dusty rug!" she spouted.

"CLANGGG!!!"

It was hard, but in many ways satisfying to watch Millie "finish the job". Like a skilled
surgeon, she dissected the blonde like she was a biology project. Every delicious left
uppercut, as well as each debilitating right cross, served to rearrange
the gorgeous blonde's now contorted face.

Ultimately, with the blonde draped on the ropes and unable to continue, Millie
cocked her right glove back and smiled;

"Goodnight sweetheart! Sleep well!" and with that, the blonde was put out of her
misery for the evening. She ended up spread eagle on the canvas with Millie's pump
on her back, gloves raised high with a sensuous smile displayed on her untouched
face. Her red lips sent shockwaves through my whole body. It was the most
mind numbing sensation, I had ever experienced.

Later of course, after she had gotten me back to her home, she made good on her
earlier "threat" and by the following Saturday morning, she had me agreeing to
anything she wanted.

So, as her new title examiner, one of my "duties" is to keep my ears and eyes
open for potential sparring partners for her and when I find one, I get the kind
of bonuses, which always leave me with a big smile!

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Description
After a few seconds, my mouth was working again.

"Well, I see you managed to hang on to your old boxing attire Millie." I concluded hoping to
slow the blood rushing through my body.

"Oh no Davy, you misunderstand. I use it frequently, especially when I get challenges for
my title. You see, I box these young bitches looking to dethrone me! I love pounding their
soft pillowy bodies into submission. It makes me feel like a queen." Millie whispered as
her warm breath caressed my ear.

"But how can I be of help to you? I don't know much about boxing from a woman's
point of view. But, I must admit that seeing you dressed like this, gives me quite a thrill."

A little smile sent me up into the clouds! I wanted to caress her, but was afraid she might
not accept my advances.

"Well, for starters, I would love to have you in my corner tonight when I take on the
Blonde Terror. I belong to a group of mature women, who treasure boxing younger ones
and knocking them out. I love the feeling of superiority I get as I gaze down at my defeated
opponent. They climb through the ropes with such arrogance, that I love sending back
through them, on a stretcher." she grinned with an evil expression.

I swallowed my fear and let my fingers inch down her silky stockinged legs, as I gazed into
her dark eyes. I think she knew what I wanted because she leaned over and gave me a
gentle kiss. My self control, quickly began to breakdown as her bikini top rubbed against
my chest. And her protruding niples seemed to calling my name.

"Be careful Davy. Once we head down that road, there will be no stopping." she warned.

"How about your fight with the Terror. Won't your strength be compromised if we..." I
inquired.

"You're right but, when I'm finished with her, you'll be next on the menu and I promise
you, it will be an exhausting experience." she spoke in a wicked voice.

We got into her car again and headed down to a small brick building in the middle of
nowhere that looked deserted, but once inside, it was like a carnival and right in
the middle of it all stood a boxing ring. An hour later I was standing next to Millie
as she waited for the opening bell to chime.

"Good luck Millie," I whispered as I removed her robe revealing her lovely but hard
muscled body.

The Terror stood in her corner and started pointing her glove at Millie;

"You old bitch! I'm gonna' send you to a retirement home or better yet, to a hospital!"
She shouted unnerving me, but a glance back at Millie gave me a calming feeling.

"She's the one who's gonna' need the luck," she sneered as her mouthpiece was
inserted.

And as soon as the bell rang, the Blonde Terror was under siege with punches raining
from all directions, and too numerous for her to defend. With every solid hit, the blonde spit
out some blood! The crowd, which consisted of mostly mature women, watched
and cheered with glee.

With a few seconds left in the round, the blonde hit the canvas with a loud thud after
suffering a head snapping uppercut from Millie. As she lifted up her head, the glassy
look in her eyes made it obvious. Like a loaf of bread baking in an oven, she was just about
done.

Unexpectedly, the bell rang, ending the first round. Thankfully, the Blonde's
corner-woman was able to drag her back to a waiting stool. But, the bell only served
as a prolonging agent and guaranteed the blonde more punishment unless she
surrendered.

One would imagine, that after taking such a terrible beating, a fighter wouldn't provoke
his or her opponent to continue with the merciless pummeling they've been getting;

"You got lucky, you old queen! I'm gonna' beat you like a dusty rug!" she spouted.

"CLANGGG!!!"

It was hard, but in many ways satisfying to watch Millie "finish the job". Like a skilled
surgeon, she dissected the blonde like she was a biology project. Every delicious left
uppercut, as well as each debilitating right cross, served to rearrange
the gorgeous blonde's now contorted face.

Ultimately, with the blonde draped on the ropes and unable to continue, Millie
cocked her right glove back and smiled;

"Goodnight sweetheart! Sleep well!" and with that, the blonde was put out of her
misery for the evening. She ended up spread eagle on the canvas with Millie's pump
on her back, gloves raised high with a sensuous smile displayed on her untouched
face. Her red lips sent shockwaves through my whole body. It was the most
mind numbing sensation, I had ever experienced.

Later of course, after she had gotten me back to her home, she made good on her
earlier "threat" and by the following Saturday morning, she had me agreeing to
anything she wanted.

So, as her new title examiner, one of my "duties" is to keep my ears and eyes
open for potential sparring partners for her and when I find one, I get the kind
of bonuses, which always leave me with a big smile!

Photo Credit : Ddhs435-6ff17948-78f6-491d-852a-88d1d307aaff