Female Boxing Federation

Lightweight Title – ShyGirlClare vs. AliaBoxer

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Alia Boxer -- The commissioners of Fight Box were anxious to move into the finals of the Lightweight Division tournament, and take advantage of the uproar of interest created in one of the semifinals – ShyGirlClare surprising everyone, including the big bettors, with a devastating third-round knockout of the heavily-favored Patricia. The French fighter was the favorite to win the tournament and easily dispatch the youthful late substitution from Kansas, but Clare handed out both a boxing lesson and an erotic fighting lesson and finished the fight with a big combination early in the second round. That moved the young stunner into a title-bout matchup with yet another veteran. Alia had cut some weight in order to drop from a crowded field into the Lightweight Division, and is yet another experienced fighter standing between the newcomer and the Fight Box title. The difference in ages – Alia at 38, Clare at 20 – only added to the appeal. The matchup also created the contrast of styles that always makes for a good fight – the taller and classic stand-up boxer (Clare at 5-10 and 138) against the shorter, more muscular and aggressive fighter (Alia at 5-6 and 142). An overflow crowd was expected at the warehouse, and in contrast to the last round of fights the betting was nearly even … a lot of folks who had lost money betting against Clare in the semifinals were now putting their weight – and money – behind the newcomer. Alia’s reputation also drew a large response of supporters, and the anticipation grew by the day until fight night.

Shygirlclare -- My trainer had been hiding me, trying to keep me from being overwhelmed. I beat two very sexy and tough fighters The Enchantress and the number 1 overall seed Patricia to advance here. Both fights surprised everyone with my win coming early in the fight via KO. I have been training night and day getting ready. I usually fight at 136 but I've put on 5 pounds of muscle for the title fight. My abs are better defined, my arms ripped and overall my speed has been enhanced. I don't think physically I could be better prepared. Mentally is another story. I feel like a kid playing adult here. My opponent is a tough veteran who I'm sure has been here before. I've watched tape on her and I know she's a brawler. I get into the van on the way to the airport to face my destiny.

Alia Boxer -- Everyone in my home gym had been behind me for the past few weeks while I was training for the lightweight title fight ... My in-ring work mostly against guys who were taller and stronger, to prepare to face a taller fighter and to increase my endurance against the stronger guys, and by the time fight week rolled around I was dishing out some punishment back on them ... "YOU'RE READY AS YOU'VE EVER BEEN, CHAMP," they chimed in after my workout sessions ... I'm more than prepared for the boxing part, now I have to condition and control myself against an incredibly sexy opponent -- one that soundly defeated two other hugely erotic battlers, overwhelming them with sensuality along with boxing talents, not to mention showing incredible will, coming off the canvas to take that last upset win and join me in the finals ... My trunks moist just at the thought of being in close quarters with the young and stunning challenger, so I know I somehow have to overcome the distraction as I jet into town one day before the big fight, ready to face off with the young studette in whatever pre-bout hype the Fight Box folks have planned ... more than ready to get all that out of the way and get down to the business of throwing leather ...

Shygirlclare -- I stayed at a nice hotel but honestly it didn't matter. I wasn't going to get much sleep the night before. I gather my things and I head to the arena. After some security checks I'm met by the General Manager of the arena. He's kind and escorts me to my dressing room. My room is bigger than any I've ever seen. My trainer says, "Welcome to the big time, kid. It's up to you how long you stay here." I smile nervously at her comment. A masseuse comes in and has me strip and lay on a soft table. She gives me a real rub down. The masseuse tells me to lay on my back. She's rubbing me all over with oils, getting my muscles warmed up for the fight.

As I lay on my back the masseuse tells me I'm tense. I'm about to respond when she starts kissing me right below my bellybutton. This surprise really has me tensed up. That is, until she continues to go lower. I lift my head to see what's she's doing but she tells me to lay back and enjoy. For the next 15 minutes she performs award winning level cunnilingus on me. After two glorious orgasms I'm totally relaxed and just giggling.

Alia Boxer -- Getting to the arena is a nice diversion from the two days of promotional hoopla – finally I can feel we’re about to get down to business as I head to the back of the arena with my trainer and a few members of my growing entourage … and step into a lavish dressing area, one that I can only imagine has been spruced up in anticipation of one of Fight Box’s biggest ever bouts … “Nervous, champ?” my trainer asks me with my brief hesitation upon entering the dressing room, a grin on both our faces as I hop up on the training table, quickly disrobe and stretch out only seconds before I feel her strong hands covered with oil and I instantly go into full relax mode. “Just like every other bout, Alia, do what you do best,” she says as her fingers did deep into flesh, loosening me up physically, mentally and erotically all at the same time … “And you do what you do best,” I half-whisper back as I roll over, looking up at the lights and the ceiling as her massage continues, hitting all the right places, making me shudder with her fingers working my erect nipples and eventually sliding downward, slowly increasing my arousal but making sure I don’t erupt too quick … “I’ve watched her fight, no question you’re stronger and you can take advantage of her lack of big-time fight experience,” my trainer softly said, “but she’s going to try to weaken you erotically and she’s fucking great at it from what I’ve seen in her fights. You have to take all the erotic boxing skills she has and turn them to your advantage … you do that, and the title will be yours” … I nod lightly, no verbal answers as my own body is totally relaxed just as the knock comes on the dressing room door. “Ten minutes,” a voice says, letting me know it’s time – slipping on my trademark short-cut black EVERLAST trunks and black boots, and letting my trainer expertly tape my hands before slipping on the form-fit 10-ounce REYES gloves, my favorite, and letting me pound them together to seat them on my hands, a couple of minutes of shadow punching and I’m loose and ready … opening the locker room door just in time to hear the huge roar of the crowd – letting me know you’re on your way to the ring …

Shygirlclare -- I slip on my traditional gold bikini as my trainer is taping my fists. I'm listening to classical music on my head phones. I'm trying to mute the crowd noise. I heard in the first match on the card a petite woman had to be carried out on a stretcher…definitely something I didn't need to hear. A woman comes into the locker room to tell me how much time I have left. Once the taping is done she puts on my gold boots and laces them up. Finally my gold boxing gloves I used on Patricia to get here are slipped onto my fists.

As the lower seed in the tournament I go out first. The arena is bigger than I thought. So many people here as I walk out in my gold robe. The energy is crazy as I walk out to generic techno music. This is something I wasn't prepared for but something I must adjust to. I slip through the ropes and I raise my hands to the crowd. The referee, a blonde woman in a referee pattern bikini, comes by to check my gloves. My trainer tells me that I deserve to be here. I'm glad she thinks so.

Alia Boxer -- The loud roaring as I leave the locker room reminding me that you're going to be the crowd favorite after your stunning performance against Patricia in the semifinal round ... and that you're an absolute knockout on top of that. My gloves on my long-time trainer's shoulders as she walks and I half-skip down the hallway and into the packed arena, some cheers erupting out but not the wall of sound that nearly shook the building a couple of minutes earlier ... I try to look through the spotlights to the ring and already see your silhouetted form in the ring with your crew, the gold robe shining bright under the overhead ring lights, and covering that stunning frame -- figuring you're going to wait to show that until the last minute, my vision drawn to you as we reach ringside and head up the stairs, slipping through the ropes, my robe still on until I get to my corner where my trainer takes it off with a flourish, showing my muscular body oiled up and also reflecting the light, shiny black trunks, black gloves and black boots, yeah, I'm looking like the bad girl here and that's OK ... bouncing lightly on my toes, breasts bouncing lightly and I know you can see how hard my nipples are from across the ring ... jinking my arms and shoulders to stay loose as I don't take my eyes off you in the opposite corner, looking around the buxom blonde referee as she checks my gloves from in very close, referee-striped bikini top brushing against my chest and sending a little shudder through me, before she steps back and prepares to call us to mid-ring ... still watching you with laser eyes and waiting to see how you'll dispose of the robe and let the crowd go crazy all over again ...

Shygirlclare -- A woman in a men's tuxedo walks in with a microphone in her hand. I watch her as she moves to the center and begins, “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS IS TONIGHTS MAIN EVENT AND IT IS THE FINALS OF THE FIGHT BOX TOURNAMENT WITH THE WINNER BEING RECONGNIZED AS THE LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLDDDD....TO MY RIGHT FROM TOPEKA KANSAS THE UNDERDOG GETTING HERE BY WAY OF KNOCKOUTS TO THE EMPRESS AND MISS PATRICIA..SHE IS WEARING GOLD STANDING AT 5'10" 140 POUNDS.....HERE IS THE SHY GIRL CLAREEEEEEE......” I acknowledge the crowd by raising my right fist as my trainer massages my shoulders. I purposely do not remove my gold robe. I want you to keep guessing.

Alia Boxer -- Still bouncing from boot to boot, keeping my solid leg muscles loose, and jinking my head and neck side to side as my trainer's strong hands and fingers dig into my shoulders and traps ... "THIS IS YOUR NIGHT, YOU'RE THE BEST, YOU GOT THIS," she keeps the encouragement going in my ear as you get introduced, the announcer barely audible over the crowd roaring, hitting a peak when you raise your glove ... My eyes still focused on you, a flash of sweet chest showing as your glove moves up but I can't help but notice the robe is still tight and tied around you and I'm still watching when the announcer again picks up the introductions ... "AND TO MY LEFT, FROM THE GULF COAST IN GULF SHORES, ALABAMA, ONE WIN BY KNOCKOUT GETTING HER TO THE FINALS ... WEARING THE BLACK TRUNKS, AT 5-FOOT-6 AND 142 POUNDS, THE FORMER WORLD CHAMPION FROM ANOTHER ORGANIZATION AND NOW A PART OF FIGHT BOX ... HERE IS ... ALIAAAAAA!!!" Both gloves overhead as I wave to the crowd, not as loud as your ovation but still plenty loud from the huge crowd on hand, feeling my chest rise and fall with my breathing, nipples tight and hard as the ref waves us to mid-ring and I step purposefully that way, seeing you still with the robe clenched around you as she gives the typical instructions that I barely hear, my eyes locked on yours as the spotlights bathe both of us in bright light as the big-busted blonde finally finishes, telling us to tap gloves and come out fighting at the bell ...

Shygirlclare -- We get to the center and the referee is giving us her final instructions. To be honest I'm not really paying attention as we come face to face. I've got a four-inch height advantage. That's when my trainer removes my robe revealing I'm wearing a gold bikini and gold boots.

Once that's been revealed she then goes to my top. She presses in the two hooks to unsnap my top and then removes it to show my firm young tits. All this time I'm just staring at you as if I didn't even notice the change in my attire. The referee asks us if we have any questions. "I do, Alia do you accept my challenge?" With that my trainer takes her hand to my hips. From there she gets her thumbs under the strings in my thong and starts to slowly slide down my thong. The place is going bonkers. Still, I try not to show any emotion. I raise one foot to help my trainer remove my thong then the other. I show my full naked body including my dark trimmed bush. My trainer then gives my thong to the referee. "If she accepts my challenge and can beat me she not only gets the title but also my thong.” The referee holds my thong in the air for the crowd then asks you. "Do you accept the lower seed’s challenge?"

Alia Boxer -- My eyes still locked on yours, craning my neck just a bit but not a problem, I knew going in that you'd have an advantage in height and reach, but I've been working out against taller opponents in training and I'm ready -- break the body down and the head will drop, my trainer told me countless times ... And straining to keep eye contact as your top gets removed, your face impassive just like you expected this, but now we're even, I think, feeling my chest seemingly swell a little from us being only a couple of feet apart ... But over the screaming of the crowd I hear your verbal chalalenge, not understanding for a moment until your trainer drops your thong and you casually step out, the crowd even more fired up and now I can't help but look you completely up and down and I feel my own body lightly shuddering at the sight ... "Holy fuck," I think to myself but trying not to show my excitement, good thing my trunks are dark or you'd already see the wetness ... I hear my trainer behind me, "DON'T DO THIS, ALIA! SHE'S TRYING TO GET YOU DISTRACTED AND OFF YOUR GAME!" ... But I'm not going to back down from even this challenge, as I raise my gloves and bap them against yours for a tap while hissing "Let's dance," before I back-step to my corner, my trainer on my side as I yell to her, "Take 'em!" while raising one boot ... A look of disdain on her face but she quickly pulls down one leg of my short black trunks and then the other, showing my own V-cut which I'm sure the lights are catching the huge moisture I already feel between my thighs -- which grows by the second as I watch you in the other corner, looking almost casual and nonchalant as the loud "DINGGGGG!" sounds for Round 1 and the crowd leaps to its feet ...

Shygirlclare -- My trainer notices that you are showing moisture on your bush. "She's turned on, kid. so go fuck her." DINGGGGG....The bell rings and my nude body goes to greet you. My head bobs and weaves a bit. I dance around you trying to keep my distance. I do not want to make a mistake early. I try to measure you first with a weak left jab to your chin, and follow up with another left jab to your chin but this time with an extra snap.

Alia Boxer -- Trying to relax as I slide out of my corner, telling myself this is just like every other bout I've been in ... but that's a lie -- never done one without the trunks on, and feeling a little self-conscious as we close distance and I see you in constant motion, that body moving and increasing my body heat by the second as I can't help but eye you up and down all the way to the gold boots ... "DAMNIT, CONCENTRATE ON FIGHTING AND NOT FUCKING," I hiss to myself but it's easier said than done even as your jab pops my raised glove and the second pushes my guard glove back into my face ... but I do my best to parry it away and step in behind and under your extended left, looking to dig my right into your low ribs -- hopefully using the height difference to my advantage -- and twisting my body in close with my own left aiming where your waistband logo would normally be ... looking to get close and stay close for some infighting, which should be to my advantage, not to mention getting in tight with that stellar frame ... I can feel the heat coming off me and I know you can also with me in this close ...

 Parrying away your second left jab after it bangs my glove, looking to step in close as I look up at your taller frame ...

Shygirlclare -- You swing your left to my tight midsection, but being early in the fight I'm able to outright block it with my right gloved hand. I have the option of retreating or going in. I look at your wet pussy and that makes my decision for me. With your left slightly out I move in for a sexy clinch. I try to move my left thigh onto your naked pussy. I try to reach out to grab both of your arms to protect myself from retaliation. It's obvious I’m not the better boxer so if I want the upset I need to be a little naughty.

Alia Boxer -- My right lands with a light thump, but the heavier left hand that I put my body weight behind to hand out some pain only hits that gold glove ... and on instinct I cover with my guard thinking you're going to strike back in this close and I can play parry-and-punch more, making better use of my experience ... but instead your long arms wrap up, clinching like I'd just hammered home a big shot, bicep against bicep and pinning my arms and gloves inside, I didn't expect this but I'm ready to take advantage with your core open if I can free up an arm or even better two, and use my strength and lower leverage to back you up ... but before that happens, "uuunnhhhh" a toned thigh splits my muscular quads and presses against my already-wet snatch, instantly shooting shudders through me with sweaty bodies pushed against sweaty bodies and that thigh starting to slide in and out, "ooohhh fukkkk," I hiss to myself, already feeling the pangs of huge arousal ... the crowd not really seeing the action but the ref definitely seeing it, I yell at her to break the clinch and all she does is smile and lick her lips ... "LEGGO, BITCH," I hiss in your ear even as I feel the churning inside my pussy lips, pushing to get punching room between us but only getting a few inches, my gloves only sliding across your taut abs with almost nothing behind them ... all the time, that left thigh working me, working me, working me as I try to body-shove you back, I can almost feel the grin on your face even as the crowd yells for more boxing action, not realizing the action that's happening down low ...

Shygirlclare -- With a four-inch height advantage my thigh is perfectly set on your naked pussy like my team predicted. My pussy is safe and comfortable against your sexy belly. I take special care to not go for the kill. You are too good and too experienced to be beaten like this, at least this early. I need to work the long game. My thigh moves ever so slightly up and down your vagina. Your body feels better than I thought. All those hours studying you. All those nights in bed thinking about you. I developed a little bit of a school-girl crush. No, Clare, focus on what you need to do here in the now. I feel you trying to push away to get room. I'm hoping I can time this just right. You go to push off again and I let go and try to slip in a vicious right uppercut to your chin.

Alia Boxer -- I can feel the shudders going through my body, the fight instinct right now being overcome by the sensuality with that thigh moving up and down just enough to peak my arousal -- that, and that incredibly hot body pressing in against me ... Hearing my corner yell at me, "GET OUT OF THERE! YOU CAN'T EROTIC FIGHT HER, SHE'S TOO GOOD WITH THAT!" ... My pussy already getting soaked and I know you can feel the wetness on your leg as you keep the tight clinch, chins on each other's shoulders and your tits pressing down on mine with the height advantage, my hard nipples digging into your tit flesh and adding to my shuddering, so much that I barely realize it's me that's getting pushed back, almost to the ropes, and I know I don't want that this early as I bunch my arms between us as much as I can and shove against your chest, pushing out and ... "UUUNNHHH!" The next thing I feel is my bare ass hitting the canvas, your upper tagging my chin and your gold right glove seemingly continuing all the way to the arena ceiling as I look up with a stunned expression on my face ... "What the fuck," I think to myself as I'm sitting on the canvas, more stunned and surprised than hurt and seeing you standing over me, gold gloves already raised over your head and the crowd screaming even louder than before ... only because I'm next to the ropes can I hear the TV commentators, "ALIA IS DOWN IN THE OPENING SECONDS OF THE FIGHT! THIS IS A STUNNING DEVELOPMENT, NO ONE EXPECTED THIS! CLARE STANDING OVER THE VETERAN, GLOVES RAISED TO THE CROWD, WE CAN'T HEAR WHAT SHE'S SAYING, SHE MAY BE TAUNTING ALIA ALREADY!" ...

Shygirlclare -- I slip my uppercut in perfectly. It's one of those shots that feel good on impact. My gold gloved fist connects with your chin. I see you crumbling to the canvas floor. A seemingly million flashes hit my eyes as photographers take a picture of the recent event. I'm a little blinded by the lights, so when the referee orders me to a neutral corner I ask, "Which way do I go?" Later I'll discover that the announcers believed I taunted you. I was just asking for directions, honest. I move to the neutral corner and I can hear my trainer cheering me on. I look at her with a nervous smile as my eyesight comes back to me. In the corner I turn around, take a deep breath and wait for the count.

Alia Boxer -- More stunned than hurt, but that doesn't matter to the thousands of fans here, or obviously to the ringside TV announcers right next to me outside the ropes as I sit on the canvas on my bare ass, legs spread and giving you and the world a good view of my wet snatch ... My own view seeing you standing over me, almost in silhouette from all the flashes and at first I think you're yelling down at me, but instead getting the referee to point to a corner ... My anger about to boil over, especially at myself for letting you get me in this position with one punch -- the crotch work setting it up, but basically a rookie mistake from me as I quickly get to one knee and eye you in the corner, my experience and training telling me to take the full eight-count from the ref standing in front of me to fully get my faculties back ... Looking past her and never taking my eyes off you as I get my breathing under control and quickly rise off one knee at the "eight" and letting the ref rub my gloves on her full bikini top before waving you in ... And at the same time you leave the corner, I step purposefully toward you, anxious to show you and everyone else that the knockdown was a fluke despite what it will cost me on the scorecards ... Quickly I step in, low in a crouch and firing a stiff left jab up high to hopefully get your attention and draw your guard up while I torque and shoot a stiff right hand trying to split your arms and nail your plexus area ... My body feeling like I'm on fire from the excitement, the arousal and the anger at being knocked down for the first time in a long time ...

Shygirlclare -- I see you get up as I expected with fire in your eyes. I embarrassed you and I know that didn't sit well with you. You wisely take the full eight count and we re-start. You come rushing in eager to get quick revenge. You throw a jab to my head and I easily block with both of my golden gloves. You then throw a strong right to my solar plexus that I'm able to partially block. Even with it partially blocked it still stung. I quickly retreat by circling around you. I want to be smart and weather your storm plus frustrate you. I again go for two left jabs to your eye. I want to use my long arms to my best advantage. With each jab I retreat trying to stay away.

Alia Boxer -- My body shot doesn't dig in but it does get you going backward ... I know I should take my time and box more, use my huge experience advantage, but that flash knockdown and the sheer eroticism of our two naked bodies -- yours toned to a stunning degree and my muscular frame starting to loosen up -- now shining with sweat under the ring lights has my adrenaline flowing at full speed and has me looking to get quick revenge, to show that my early flooring was a fluke ... Trying to step in close as you circle and retreat, but I'm starting to see how fast your hands are, my eye socket eating two straight lefts, and my counter left and right hooks to the body only grazing across your abs as you step back after each jab to stay out of my punching range ... "C'MON, BITCH, FIGHT ME IN CLOSE," I hiss as I try to quick-step inside after my missed right, trying to body up in close with that tall and tantalizing body as I dig a shoveling low left aimed under your right ribs and quickly torque back with a high arcing right at your chin, looking to mix it up inside and aim you toward the ropes if you keep retreating ...

Shygirlclare -- I hit you in the eye twice. I need to hurt you to keep you off me. You yell at me hopefully out of outrage, good, I'm getting to you. I dance around you a bit, still keeping distance. I'm about to throw a third jab but you step in and throw a crashing left to my exposed ribs. I wince from the pain but you don't give me time to nurse my body. A hard right is coming right at my chin. I'm able to dodge it but at a cost. You sped me up and I forget about my footwork. I stumble back to the ropes before I get my footing. I get my gloves up for protection.

Alia Boxer -- The good feeling of a solid body punch landing shoots up my left arm, letting me know that I tagged you for the first time in the fight ... but your quickness shows again as my following right again catches only air right in front of your chin as you lean away and back up, this time looking a little less in control in the retreat and quickly the ropes find your back ... "YEAHHHHH," I think, "MY TURN" as I step into close punching range, with your guard up high and those long arms trying to cover your body, I drop to a semi-crouch, boots wide apart in a puncher's stance, aiming a biting left hook at that same sopt under your right ribs and following on the other side to aim my right just above where a waistband would be if you weren't so strikingly naked ... in close, my forehead almost in your sweaty cleavage as I try to pound the body, paying no attention to defense and feeling the flow of hot juices between my thighs ... damn this bitch is hot, I keep thinking to myself, trying to ignore the obvious and concentrate on the fight ...

Shygirlclare -- I'm now trapped against the ropes. I have my gloves up trying to protect my head. The crowd roars anticipating an early knockout. I'm a huge underdog in the fight. You get low and throw a left towards my right ribs again. I get my guard down in time but the force of your punch pushes my arm into my body. "Ooofffff!" You come back with a beautiful right hand right above my pubic region. "Oooofffff!" That blow was painful and erotic at the same time. I have a look of distress on my face. In close is not where I want to be. Again I grab your body putting it closer to mine and your face in my tits. I try to flip the script by reversing us, using my bearhug to get your back to the ropes.

Alia Boxer -- The moans of pain and the feeling of hot breath shooting from your mouth as my body shots land, not to mention the crowd roaring and hearing your nearby corner screaming "GET OUT OF THERE!" gets my adrenaline flowing even more as I try to dig in two more low shots ... but before I can I feel your guard dropping and my second body shot set hitting only forearms against your abs, and in a flash those quick hands of yours wrapping around my back and pulling me in, it wasn't hard since I was leaning in to try to put more power into my low punches ... I don't mind the clinch as long as I can keep your back against the ropes where I want you, I know by now the sexy ref isn't going to pull us apart when we're in close, even when one glove leaves my back and goes up to the back of my head, holding me in close against a sweet cleavage ... but quickly I realize I can't get much breathing with my face between your tits, "LEGGO BITCH!" I hiss but it comes out only a meaningless mumble, I try to drop my hands to work your sides outside the clinch but can't get any power in this close, more shoving with my gloves than punching, so trying to turn the tables and pushing my thigh between yours except with your height I have to push it high, almost off balance while I try to give my own thigh massage ...

Shygirlclare -- You try to give me a piece of my own medicine by lifting your thigh to rub my clit. I won't lie, it feels really, really good. I try to hold your face into my tits to smother you. I know this isn't going to get me anywhere. You're too good to hold this early. You are throwing short punches to my side so the fight is still in you. I have to be careful or I might get an unscheduled nap. With your thigh raised high you are kinda off balance. I use that to flip us and all but throw you into the turnbuckle. I immediately pounce to the delight of the audience. I close the distance between our two bodies. I go for a very passionate kiss but also get my right glove between us so I can grind on your naked pussy. I use my left arm to pin down your right.

Alia Boxer -- With the combination of trying to punch your sides and accomplishing very little in close, and trying to raise my leg between yours, my leverage is limited but I can feel your breathing and light moans as my strong quad rubs against your snatch ... and I start raplidly flexing and relaxing my quad, giving you the massage treatment and I can feel you shuddering, "YOU LIKE THIS, HUH" I whisper but again it's muffled by tit flesh ... but I get caught up in that and get pushed to my raised-leg side by those long arms, for a second thinking you're stronger than I thought, off balance as my back hits the corner pad and before I know it you're on top of me, bodies pushed together and then lips pushed together, THAT I didn't expect as I get distracted by the lip lock and don't tuck my arms properly, my arms pinned by your left arm and right shoulder and instantly I feel leather against my clit and pussy and grinding HARD ... My howls of "C'MON, REF!" getting no response as she's only watching me pinned and trapped in the corner, FUCK I think as you use your superior erotic boxing talents and get my pussy flowing even more, I can hear your whispers but can't make them out, barely even hearing the crowd's roar as you skillfully send me into a sensual daze ...

Shygirlclare -- I temporarily break the kiss. I go to your neck and I lick the salty sweat from your soft skin. My right gloved hand goes in a counter clockwise circle against your seemingly exposed clit. I smooch our tits together. Being taller I can feel your hard nipples poking the lower half of my boobs. I move my lips from your neck to your ear. The crowd roars with approval but right now my world is just you and I. I whisper in your ear. "You are so beautiful. I'm the luckiest girl in the world. I'm body to body with the woman I'm crashing on." I move back to kiss you but I make sure I give you a moment for eye contact. I smile and proceed with our sexy lip lock.

Alia Boxer -- My entire body is one large shudder as your taut tits slide across the top of my chest and I both hear and feel your voice, lips and tongue in my ear and on my neck ... but it's that spiraling right glove that has me in big trouble in the corner, working my clit HARD as I start to moan and breathe even heavier, my pussy "boxed" expertly as I feel the tell-tale signs of a coming orgasm -- something that's never happened to me in the ring during a bout ... My corner yelling at me to "GET AWAY FROM HER!" but you've got me locked in with your arm on one side and body on the other as we quickly make eye contact -- making me unsure if you're that enamored or this is a well-planned strategy to turn the bout to your advantage, I can't tell from your grin that quickly turns into another "lip clinch" while your right glove kicks into an even higher gear, the crowd screaming as your leather has my clit vibrating ... setting me up for the release that somehow you knew was coming, my body spasming as I soak your glove and my thighs, a thuderous orgasm right in the corner, my body shaking and legs giving way as I drop to one knee just as the "DINGGGG!" sounds to end Round 1 ... The ref finally stepping in between us as I look up from my kneeled position, seeing your stunning body towering over me, a grin on your face ... I don't know if it'll be scored a knockdown by the judges, but if I ever needed the break between rounds in my life I need it right now ... even as I watch you turn and walk to your corner, your sexy ass swinging and your gloves over your head and waving to the roaring crowd ...

Shygirlclare -- This is really hot, I can feel you faltering. Your hips are moving with my glove rotation. I slide our boobs up and down. Our perspiration acting as a lubricant aiding our tit dance. Finally I feel your body shaking, a good sign I'm about to make you cum. A chill washes over me as I'm not immune to our erotic fight. Your wetness coats my right glove as you cum for me. In our mouth I can feel you moan as pleasure washes over you. You slide to one knee just as the bell to end round one dings. It will be up to the judge if that's scored a knockdown. The sexy referee gets in between us. Honestly, it's a little jarring coming back to the world of reality. For a moment in my mind it was just us. I can feel the wave of excitement from the crowd as I look down at you. Getting caught up in the moment I raise my arms acknowledging the crowd. I slowly walk backwards to my corner never taking my eyes off you. My trainer hugs me from behind and sits me down.

Alia Boxer -- Watching you back-walking across the ring with your gloves raised only adds to the wave of eroticism that has washed over me, my legs refusing to cooperate after the intense orgasm that you worked out of me until my trainer races across the ring and helps me back to my feet, arguing with the ref about the end of the round and getting told she's scoring it a second knockdown -- "HER GLOVE PUT HER DOWN, SO IT'S A KNOCKDOWN" the ref hisses, grinning after seeing what you did to send me into that state ... my trainer's shoulder under mine as we lurch to our corner and she sits me down hard on the stool ... "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" she screams, "THIS IS A FIGHT AND YOU'RE MAKING IT A PORNO, WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE WANTS! LOOK AT HER, SHE HAS BARELY HIT YOU AND YOU'VE BEEN DOWN TWICE! IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO START FIGHTING!" ... And I know she's exactly right as I look past her and see you on your stool in the other corner, still watching me with a grin after turning me into a wet mess and making me cum in only one round ... an ice pack from my trainer shoved between my legs sending a different kind of shudder through me, "THAT'S THE ONLY PLACE SHE'S HURT YOU!" she yells as the cold pack starts turning off the heat radiating from my on-fire pussy ... Damn, I think, nobody's done that to me in a long time, maybe ever, got me off in the middle of a fight, but I've never been in the ring with anyone this absolute fucking hot ... But the break between rounds, the ice and the sharp words from my trainer has me refocused, you won the first round easily but I'm ready to fight back now as I get to my feet at the warning buzzer, ready to come out and get some revenge for you dominating the first round ...

Shygirlclare -- As I sit I can see your trainer rushing to assist you back to your corner. Her face shows an unexpected panic. My trainer sponges off my entire young naked body to keep me cool. The water feels good against my skin. "How are you feeling, kid?" She asks me. "She's very attractive and hits like a truck," I respond. My trainer then sticks her finger in my pussy. "Perfect." I guess she liked where my sexual excitement level is now. I get a drink of water and I look across the ring. You are obviously getting a scolding from your corner woman. "She's in trouble, kid, but stick with the plan. She's still very dangerous. " I nod in agreement. I know if I'm going to win I need to punish you more. My trainer then gives a massage to my arms.

Alia Boxer -- Slamming my gloves together, hard enough to hear the "THWAP! THWAP!" even over the noise of the crowd just before the "DINGGGG!" to start Round 2, already on my feet at the bell and ready to push the action -- but not the action that got me and my still-boiling snatch in trouble the last round ... Walking with a purpose straight for you as you come up off your stool and take that tall-fighter stance again, and is that a hint of a grin on your face? Either from the success of your glove-job in jerking a very unexpected orgasm out of me, or from thinking that something like that is going to keep happening over the rest of this fight ... I can't do anything about the first one, and my thighs are still wet from that and I'm not sure yet how much energy that sapped from me, but I can certainly do something about the other one ... "TIME TO FIGHT, BITCH," I hiss at you as I slide close, my own guard high and tight, knowing you still have that reach advantage and I have to get in close to power-punch -- and not so close that you out-sex me like you easily did in Round 1 ... Bobbing and weaving and in a semi-crouch to be a tough target for your fast left jab, while popping out my own quick left a couple of times at your sweat-gleaming body just below those bouncing tits to see if you'll react with your own lefts up high, I'm ready for those ...

Shygirlclare -- DING DING. The bell rings to start round two. I'm very fresh as I bounce on my toes. I didn't exactly throw a lot of punches in Round One. My breasts jiggling as I do this to the delight of the crowd. I see you look very determined as you walk out to greet me. This fight is far from over. You throw a few jabs at me obviously trying to test my defenses. I have my guard up as I get my left ready for a jab to your eye. I fake the jab and I step in going for a right cross to your left breast. I then throw a left hook towards your very sexy belly. I move in towards you abandoning my reach advantage to get more power.

Alia Boxer -- My body shots get picked off by your tight guard, hitting only forearms, and I'm a little surprised that you also step in close, negating that reach advantage and maybe giving me something to take advantage of ... Your quick right shoots through the now-smaller space between us and pancakes my left tit, a little "NGHH" from me but not enough to slow me as I see you cock the left to shoot down low and my right glove is there, blocking and parrying your left glove outside and leaving a sweet lane inside, quickly shooting my inside right at your open body, aiming it up and under your left ribs, hoing that grabs your attention as I cock the left and shoot it right at the top of that dark trimmed bush, looking to punish you low and get your guard to dorp so I can head-hunt more this round ... Still feeling the quivers between my thighs but getting more back into "fight mode" with every second ...

Shygirlclare -- I hit your boob with my right that squishes it. My left however is blocked. I pay for stepping in on you with a painful right to my side. I don't believe you got as much force as you wanted. Still very painful. What you did get all of was a left that hit me right above the pubic region. "Ooooffff" I get the feeling of pleasure and pain being hit so close to my clit. I'm already in close so instead of retreating I fire a left targeting between your belly button and your pubic hair, then reach down going for a big right uppercut to your beautiful chin.

Alia Boxer-- My one-two to your stellar body lands solid, not the power I wanted but a pair of good shots for being this close -- enough to feel the heat coming off you and I know you can feel the same from me ... And the grunt of pain from my close-to-the-clit shot, I could hear it but likely no one else, given the crowd now on their feet again and screaming with the in-close action. They remember the last round and what happened when we had hot "infighting" and they're wanting to see more, and I'm planning on giving them that as my left slides low, looking for more leather-to-pussy massage, but before I can go to work there, there's a hole in my guard and ... "UUNNHHHH!" I get paid back with your own low banging, right on the edge of my shaved triangle, my own moans shoot out as shudders shoot through my nether regions, stopped cold for a half-second but that's plenty time for you ... "WHAPPP!" the uppercut flies up and clips my chin, sending spit and sweat flying up toward the overhead ring lights and I have to stagger back a couple of steps as your fans erupt again, hearing the chants of "CLARE! CLARE! CLARE!" while I shake my head to get my bearings back ... Fuck, this chick can erotic-fight AND box, I think ...

Shygirlclare -- My trainer is telling me to get away as I throw my left to your sexy belly. I get some confidence as it connects. I try to slip an uppercut to your chin that works out better than I hoped. I have you rocked as you stagger back. I'm still feeling the effects of your belly blow a moment ago but I push through the pain. The crowd is cheering my name only encourages me too rush in to attack. I see you trying to shake off my uppercut. I get my feet planted and I use my left to target your eye with a snap jab. Feeling the adrenaline from the arena I throw a right cross towards your sexy belly button.

Alia Boxer -- My jaw a little sore from the uppercut, those long arms showing me they're dangerous even in close, but my guard reset as I see you move in quick, a determined look on your face as that lengthy left shoots in, ducking my head just enough to take the snapping jab on my forehead instead of my eye ... and that duck also lets me see your right coming down low, I'm able to twist at the last second and take the cross on my left side, only a glancing blow, the twist also opening me up and with your right out of the way, I cock and send a digging left hook toward your liver area with some bicep behind it, and taking a page from your book, if your guard moves from the liver shot, aiming my right in a sweeping upper aimed high, I'll take boob, chin, whatever it catches if anything with your quickness ... my body pushing within inches of yours following the upper ...

Shygirlclare -- The crowd got me into trouble as I'm not able to capitalize. My punches although connecting do not create a lot of damage. You throw a left hook to my liver that I easily block, and good thing because it had a lot of power. What I don't see is your right coming as your uppercut hits my chin. My head snaps back as I stumble backward. I hit the ropes hard and I slide down to my butt in a daze. The crowd roars as I'm on the canvas for the first and maybe last time. DOWN!!!

Alia Boxer -- There's a sweet feeling that shoots up arms and shoulders when a punch really lands solid, and that upper certainly did ... Your block of my liver shot left an open path and your cute chin was right in the path of some hard and fast-moving black leather ... Seeing you rock back into the ropes and then ease that amazing bare ass down to the canvas sends a combination of erotic and fight-lust thrills through me, a low "YEAHHH!" shooting from my lips as I take a couple of steps toward your lovely downed form, legs splayed and showing the wetness of excitement which gets my flow going all over again, just as the big-titted ref bodies up with me and shoves me back, yelling "GET TO THE CORNER!" as I start to back-walk, not taking my eyes off you but raising my gloves over my head to the crowd, only now hearing the fans screaming at full tilt and now a few "ALIA! ALIA! ALIA!" cries out of the dark din ... Unconsciously stroking myself with my right glove while I lean on the corner, getting my breath back and watching you, knowing this fight's a long way from being over ...

Shygirlclare -- I'm stunned as I look around. Nothing moving from me but some blinking of my eyes. I only hear absolute silence. The referee gets in my face and holds up ONE finger then TWO. The crowd noise finally seemingly turns on in my head. I hear my trainer screaming to get up. THREE.... FOUR.... I slam my gloves to the canvas upset with myself. I get to one knee as I watch the count. FIVE..... At SIX I get to my feet but the count continues. At EIGHT the referee asks me if I can continue. I respond with a nod and by getting my gloves up. She rubs my gloves then OK FIGHT!!!

Alia Boxer -- Still giving myself a quick rub as the count continues, but by the SIX I'm banging my gloves together in anticipation, yelling across the ring, "GET UP! GET UP SO I CAN HIT YOU SOME MORE!" but figuring you can't hear with the ref in the way and with the crowd screaming ... but I see the ref check you and then give the command to resume and backing away, giving me a full view of you from a distance and reminding me how insanely hot you look naked with the gold gloves ... But I'm halfway across the ring before she gets the "FIGHT!" command out, moving in ... with your taller self there's no in-between where I'm at punching range but not in range of you clinching up, but I have to take that chance ... quickly I feint the left up high and slide my right boot in, sending out a shoveling right hand at those taut abs and going for broke with another upper, my left flying up from down low hoping to slam that chin again, knowing if I miss I'm open to either counters or getting clinched up and missing an opportunity to do real damage ...

Shygirlclare -- You go in for the kill as the audience responds. You feint with a high left but then send a right to my sexy tight abs. I fail to stop you as again my abs are tested by you. My face reveals my pain that could be seen in the cheap seats. I look low knowing you kinda have a pattern. I see your left go for a serious uppercut. I dodge your punch by leaning back and using the ropes to not only support me but also give me momentum. I bounce back with the ropes and go for a huge overhand right targeting your cute nose.

Alia Boxer -- I feel my right digging into gut flesh and twist with the big upper ... but I'm a victim of my own power, the right pushing you back against the ropes and the left catching nothing but air as it flies by your face before you spring back and is way out of position to defend even if I'd expected you to come back with a big punch ... and that unexpected big punch lands even more solid with your body moving forward, I see gold leather coming at me but too late to do anything as it slams home, crushing my nose and instantly I feel the warm liquid running out while I see stars, a loud "NNNGGGHHH!" from me comes at the same time the crowd erupts, everyone in the arena seeing how your right landed but their screams sound like they're coming down a tunnel ... dazed and shaken on my feet, my guard coming up only on instinct as I can't focus, half-falling forward into you and again on instinct wrapping up with my arms and hanging on ...

Shygirlclare -- My over hand right connects beautifully. I might have accidentally broken your nose. I pause in shock for a moment as I see blood pouring down. I've never broken a nose before and especially the nose of a sexy woman. My trainer knows I can be compassionate so she yells at me to bring me back to reality. A reality that if I don't fight I'm going to get hurt myself. You bring your guard up to protect yourself. I go low with a right and a left targeting right above your special V. I try to get as much extension in my swings as possible. Sweat flies off my body as I swing.

Alia Boxer -- My woozy attempts at falling into you and clinching gets beaten back as I feel the blood flowing down across my lips and down my chin, my gloves up high to protect that blood-soaked area and leaving me open down low ... "UUNNHHH! UUNNHHH!" Your right and left thud just above my already-soaked bush sending waves of agony, and a little bit of ecstasy, through my loins, but more than anything else it sends shudders through my entire lower body ... My knees wanting to buckle but desperately trying to stay upright, I don't want to go down for the second time in just two rounds. This time it's not on instinct that I'm wrapping up, my strong arms shaking as they wrap around you, didn't want to body up this much but don't have a lot of choice right now as we get chest to chest and abs to abs, my forehead tucked under your chin and your chest getting bathed with the red flow from my aching nose ...

Shygirlclare -- Less than a minute ago I was on my ass getting counted out. Now you, my beautiful and powerful opponent, are hanging on me just to survive. Your head is just under my chin as you bleed all over my body. I try to break away free but you are still stronger than me. I try to shuffle our bodies to the ropes to go back to what worked. My goal is to get my thigh on your vagina but because of how we are positioned the best I can do is go pussy to pussy, bush to bush. I start to grind our pussies knowing the round is coming to an end. You have my arms pinned down but I do my best to still try to hit your back side. I'm trying to battle a little fatigue to get the greatest amount of damage physically and/or sexually I can.

Alia Boxer -- Still shaking off that crunching right hand as I still feel the blood rolling out of my nose, now painting your chest red in the tight clinch, but starting to get my bearings back and recovering while holding on, I know you want to shake loose but the longer I can keep the clinch, the more I'll get back into fight shape ... keeping up the dance until you shuffle your footwork and get leverage to lean in, pushing me back against the ropes and almost instantly I feel you sliding and grinding your strong body across and against me, wet pussies easily sliding across each other while punching each other's back, the only place gloves will reach while clinched up, the sexy referee doing nothing but watching the spectacle and the crowd seeing the carnal action getting them going all over again ... I can feel your shots on my lower back but I'm pretty sure my arms are stronger and are doing a little more wearing down on you ... but OH FUCK, since my clit's still hugely sensitive from the first round it doesn't take much to get my body shuddering all over again and the juices flowing down my thighs, desperately trying to grind and thrust back at you as this time I can use the ropes to my advantage to bounce and thrust into you ...

Shygirlclare – “Oooooohhhhh!!!" I feel a jolt of pleasure shoot across my body. You're fighting back this time and the feeling is wonderful. Our pussies getting wetter and wetter. Wetness is rolling down my thigh. I do not know if it's yours, mine or a combination. My breathing is getting more and more labored. Desperately I try to shake my tits into your face, make you pay for getting in close. The crowd is roaring its approval. I hear the 10 second warning sound my corner woman uses. Oh goddess, I might cum...

Alia Boxer -- "OOOHHHHH," a low and non-stop moan from me, with the crowd screaming you're the only one that can hear ... but you're busy breathing heavy, especially each time I land a "pelvis punch" and feel hard clits rubbing each other and I think I've got you shaking a little ... but that's before those tits start moving in close, even inside the clinch those taut orbs and diamond-hard nipples are working against my cheeks, the blood making them even slicker and easier to slide across, adding to my arousal as I try to hang on against your "inside advantage" ... with the round almost over, I go for some payback while you're tit-boxing me, using the ropes for balance and lifting my muscular right quad up against your wet crotch and pushing and grinding and flexing and rippling, tensing the big muscle over and over as fast as I can between your toned and juice-slick thighs ...

 Shygirlclare -- I can feel both of us are close. The crowd can feel our build up. I'm trying to use my tits to punish your already busted nose. Rubbing your already damaged nose on my nipples only enhances my sexual desires. I try to leverage my position to push you further back testing the strength of the ropes. I'm sliding my pussy faster and faster to hopefully bring you to orgasm first. I'm soooo close..... "uuuuuhhhh!!!" Just when I think we might have mutual orgasms....DING DING... the bell to end round TWO. The referee flies in to separate us. I take a step back and just drink in the site of your sweaty body. "CLARE, TO YOUR CORNER!" The referee barks.

Alia Boxer -- My thigh attack does little -- starting to think that your sex-boxing experience is giving you a BIG advantage in this fight -- and the combination of your blood-slick boobs almost punching my bleeding nose and your pussy sliding across mine has me edging -- and I know that if you jerk a second orgasm out of me in as many rounds, I might be done ... and the ref is useless -- in fact, I catch a quick glimpse of her watching and giving herself a crotch massage ... but just when I think I'm going over that edge I hear the bell and we get separated. For a moment we do nothing but lock eyes, before you step back toward your corner and I can't really tell how much all this has affected you ... but I know it's affected me, even without my trainer almost instantly grabbing me and helping me back to my corner, and just as quickly packing my nose and dropping a large ice bag on my steaming clit ... "MAYBE THIS WILL GET YOUR MIND OFF THAT TALL BITCH," she screams at me while I scream from the cold and she pushes my head back to stem the blood flow ... "YOU HAVE TO START FIGHTING, AND I DON'T MEAN SEX-FIGHTING," she continues while dumping water on my head and cleaning the blood. "IT'S TIME FOR THE REAL BOXER TO START PUNISHING HER!" ... A final pack of vaseline in my nose and a wipe-down, and the ice pack leaving my lap as the warning buzzer sounds and I get back on my feet, oddly refreshed after her corner work and raising my guard, ready to get after it all over again as the "DING" sounds for Round 3 and the crowd jumps to its feet, expecting more "action" after the first two rounds ...

Shygirlclare -- I sit down on my stool and my trainer puts a cold press on my abs. I wince from the cold but soon I get used to it. "How are you doing, kid, that uppercut really tagged you. " I whisper meekly "I think I'm about to cum." My answer displayed desperation. My corner woman, an expert on sex boxing, knows exactly what to do. She gets between my legs and start to perform cunnilingus on me. The crowd gasps then roars its approval. I have my hands resting on the ropes as her tongue goes to work. The entire time I stare at you and your corner woman trying to revive you. In no time at all I have a nice muted orgasm designed not to blow my mind but to quench my thirst. I feel absolutely refreshed. I stand up glistening in sweat ready to win round three.

END PART ONE

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