[Super Deadly Ham Attack]

The next time Bella delivered my groceries after our sex-filled wrestling match, I was worried it might be a little awkward, but it went smoothly (aside from the store being out of stock on the red velvet Oreoes I ordered).

“Well, that’s everything,” Bella chirped when she was done helping me put everything away. “Maybe we’ll have those Oreos next week. Hey, before I go - do you remember that friend of mine I mentioned? The lady boxer who delivers for Uber Eats?”

“Yeah?” I hid my surprise that she was real - it sounded like a joke. Then again, I suppose it made as much sense as my grocery delivery girl being an experienced mixed sex wrestler.
“Well, I hope you don’t mind, I told her all about our little wrestling match. If you’re interested, she wants to take you on.”
“Really? Yeah, I’m interested!”
“Okay, great. I’ve got your number from the delivery app, so I’ll pass that on to her. And I’ll see you next week! Uh, if you’ll need groceries!”
“I keep eating ‘em,” I smiled. Bella rolled her eyes while smiling back and left for her next job. I guess she passed my number on right away because her car was barely out of sight when I got a text from her friend, who I found out was named Kristen.

She took the lead, asking if we could use my place (yes), if I was OK with the same rules as my match with Bella - lose and autograph a piece of clothing on a fall, you’re out when you lose and are out of clothes (yes), and if I’d agree to her rules for the fight itself.

On hearing that she was a boxer I’d assumed we’d be having - duh - a boxing match. To my surprise, she wanted to do a match type I didn’t even know what to call. We’d both be wearing MMA gloves and strikes of all kinds and takedowns were legal while we were on our feet, but on the floor only sex attacks would be allowed.

I said sure - it wasn’t like I was married to a boxing match, which I had no experience with. As soon as I went out and got some MMA gloves and mats for the floor, Kristen told me she’d come over after her shift on Thursday, and I set the mats up in the room for the fight.

I was a bundle of nerves when my opponent arrived with a large duffle bag over her shoulder.
“Kristen,” she held her hand out for me to shake. She was quite different from Bella - tall, tan, blonde, and in great shape, the tank top she had on showing off her impressively built upper body.
“Eric. C’mon in.”
“Thanks.” She had a low, gravelly voice. I showed her into the room and she nodded approvingly.

We both got changed, me into thin white boxer shorts and matching white MMA gloves. I turned to see that Kristen was wearing midnight blue trunks, black MMA gloves, and nothing else but her brown cowboy hat.

“What?” she asked, jutting her chest out at me.
“Err… you’re going to wear your hat?”
“Think you can knock it off?” she smiled.

Unlike Bella’s charming grin, Kristen had a sharp, predator’s smirk. I wouldn’t say she was unattractive - she had a long, hard face, dominated by two flinty blue-gray eyes. I personally preferred Bella’s rounder, softer features to the sharpness of her friend’s face - Bella looked like a snuggly little bear, while Kristen, with her hard eyes, looked like a hawk who had just spotted a meal. Her dishwater blonde hair was long, tied into a single braid on her right side that reached down past her bare breasts, a few loose strands falling over her face on the left.

Bodywise they were quite different as well - Kristen had high little A-cups on her muscled torso, all tall, lean muscle, the same height as me, and I’m not ashamed to say in considerably better shape.

I hadn’t responded to her challenge, and this just seemed to egg her on as we went to the center of the mats: “You scared, Eric?”
“No,” I lied. She just snorted, the ghost of a smile crossing her face. She held her hands out for us to touch gloves, and I couldn’t help but notice they looked like they’d been oiled.

“First time doing a match like this?” she asked, noticing me noticing. “I got the palms oiled up for your little cock. How’s that make you feel?”
“Great,” I lied. This obviously didn’t fool her any more than my previous fib. I touched gloves with her and we both backed up a little bit as she yelled “Okay, fight!”

If Kristen was trying to intimidate me, it was working - she clearly had some experience on me. I decided I’d have to fight smart to have a good chance. She’d challenged me to get her hat, so I pretended to go for it, feinting very high as I came in on her.

She didn’t fall for this, punishing me quickly as I’d lifted my own hands far too high, leaving her free to dart in and smash her right elbow into my stomach. She landed the hit expertly, and five seconds into the match I was stumbling backwards, hands dropped over my gut.

Kristen came on for the kill, flashing a quick left jab into my face. I lifted my hands up again, trying to get my guard reset, but I was too slow, Kristen already grabbing my shoulders. She pulled me forward and down, into her rising knee, the hard cap smashing into my belly.

I fell down, flopping gracelessly onto the mats, drooling helplessly on the floor. Kristen rolled me over and laid down on top of me. Unfortunately, I had stayed hard enough through the fight for my opponent to quickly fit my cock between her thighs, moving her hips, torturing me with pleasure even through both of our bottoms.

“You’re not even gonna try?” Kristen taunted me. “All right, you just lay there and I’ll take care of you real good. I’m not even gonna put your undies on my trophy wall, Eric. I think you rate about an old oil rag when I'm working on my truck!"

I took a second to catch my breath, going from semi-hard to full extension between Kristen’s legs before grabbing her hips and tossing her off me. We got back up, my tip rubbing very distractingly against the front of my bottoms.

I tried to push that sensation aside as best I could. Incredibly, Kristen still had her hat on, and I tried to focus on that, building anger instead of arousal as we circled. My first attempt at deception hadn’t worked out, but maybe…

I fixed my eyes on her hat, glaring as over the top as I could, charging in, my right hand reaching high for her headgear. Sure enough Kristen darted in low, under my hand, only to this time run square into my left fist as it smashed into her face.

I was thankful for the MMA gloves, both Kristen’s oncoming momentum and the swing of my arm combining for a hit so hard I think my knuckles would have split without the padding. Kristen went down hard on her back, the hat flying off for good measure as she smacked loudly on the mats.

My first instinct was to drop a nice big elbow right into her muscled stomach before remembering it was sex attacks only on the ground. Was I going to go after her boobs or pussy first?

I glanced quickly at her nipples - they were rock hard. She must’ve enjoyed dominating me. Hoping I wasn’t making a mistake, I got down on my knees on her left side, my left hand pinning her wrists above her head, right glove going between her legs.

I started in with the same rough knuckling technique I’d used against Bella - not a move I would have tried unless my opponent’s bottoms were on. It seemed to work, Kristen letting out a long, lewd moan, closing her legs around my hand too late to stop me.

I didn’t taunt her, trying to get her to just lay back and submit to my hand. Of course, that was over-optimistic, and after she took a little bit to recover she slipped her wrists out of my grip and sat up. I broke off, backing up, both of us getting up to our feet and squaring off.

We circled for a second, and I caught a lucky break - Kristen’s hat was still on the mat, and she almost stepped on it. She glanced down at her feet for just a second, and that was all I needed, lunging in high. Her eyes snapped back up, too late, taking my flashing left jab square on her jaw.

My opponent was set up perfectly for the following right, my gloved fist smashing low into her belly, square on the waistband of her trunks. I heard Kristen moan, trying to shove me back, but the hit had knocked some of her power away, and the following left in the same spot really took the wind out of her.

Kristen clinched with me, wrapping her arms around my body, trying to catch her breath. Pressing the attack, I wrapped my arms around her in return, lifting her up, turning, bringing her down hard to the floor back-first, making sure to land on top of her for good measure.

That really winded Kristen, who was left flailing and panting underneath me. I went straight into the sex attack, deciding as good as my last one had worked, I wanted to up the sensation. I eased Kristen’s trunks down her thighs, the tangle of her blonde pubes coming into view, further down, until I beheld her in all of her glory.

“That’s cheating,” Kristen gasped.
“Too bad,” I sneered, reaching between her legs, running my fingertips up her slit. She was dripping. “Your pussy isn’t complaining.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but it melted into a moan as I slipped two fingers in. The gloves made me keep my strokes short, unable to go past the bottom knuckle, but this didn’t seem to be a problem as Kristen began writhing under me.

I began curling my fingers at the end of each stroke, the motion making my fingers start to burn with fatigue. It was a small price to pay, the attack appearing very effective as Kristen couldn’t resist, not even trying to close her legs, eyes closed, hips bucking off the mat, seeking more sensation.

Well, I’d give it to her. I administered the finishing blow, my thumb circling her clit. Kristen gave it all up, leaning back and screaming in pleasure at the ceiling, her entire body shaking, going tense as she rode up the peak of her climax, her voice undulating wildly, then a slow release, going limp, her howl fading into deep, heavy panting, eyes closed, her face peaceful.

I pulled my hand back, licking my fingers clean. Kristen opened her eyes slowly, and I just took in the view for a moment.

“Round one to me,” I eventually told her. She managed a nod, rolling over slowly and getting up, sliding her trunks down her legs. She tottered over to the desk I’d pushed up against the wall, taking a black Sharpie, printing KRISTEN and the date in large, blocky letters, handing her bottoms to me. I took my latest trophy with both hands, folding it carefully, already knowing exactly where I was going to put it.

We faced off for the second round, and I attacked first, hoping Kristen was still drained from her climax. I found out the hard way she wasn’t as she stopped my charge with a vicious low right, her gloved fist digging into my stomach. I barely managed to lean my head back from the following knockout left hook, the breeze of her passing fist cooling my face.

I tried to clinch her, but she grabbed my shoulders, stepping forward, quickly getting her leg between my thighs, behind my left knee, expertly twisting me down to the mat on my chest, her on my back.

I pushed myself up to all fours, but that was as far as I got. Kristen had done a quick 180, the side of her head resting against my butt, reaching down, one hand wrapping around my cock, the other on my balls.

“I got you now,” she told me as she started stroking my shaft through my bottoms. When I tried to move, her other hand squeezed my nuts, hard enough to convince me to stay where I was. “No you don’t, Eric. Just shoot your little load for me.”

This was bad. The little bit of protection my bottoms were providing gave me just enough time to think, but no matter what I tried to come up with, her commanding grip on my nuts negated any escape attempt. My legs got weak as she continued milking my cock, her other hand gently kneading my balls.

In the end I accidentally escaped by simply collapsing, my legs giving out as I fell flat to the mat. This broke Kristen’s grip, and with her hands pinned under my thighs, she couldn’t get it back before I rolled over, up, and off her.

Still, it seemed like I may have only earned myself a temporary reprieve as we faced off. I was in bad shape, huffing and puffing, a dirty thought away from finishing in my underwear. Kristen showed no mercy, coming right in, showing a right at my crotch.

This seemed obvious, but in the second I had to decide, I realized I couldn’t take the chance; all she needed was to get her gloved hand around my cock again and I was toast.

So I dropped my hands, trying to catch hers, only grasping air as she instead went high, turning my head with a crisp left jab. I tried to back up, far too slow as she went low again, grabbing my legs and pulling, dumping me over on my back.

Kristen took no chances as she moved to finish me, dropping her butt into my stomach, turning to face my feet. My luck had finally run out as my hard cock was now sticking through the fly in my boxers, and as I felt my opponent’s cold, smooth, oiled glove close around my shaft, I knew I was in deep shit.

I only lasted a few strokes laying underneath Kristen before I submitted to her hand, hips thrusting weakly up off the mat as I started cumming, fountaining jizz straight up. The match was evened out as Kristen milked my cock mercilessly. When I stopped ejaculating, she switched to an excruciatingly tight grip like a cheapskate trying to squeeze the last bit of toothpaste out of the tube, and I had to reach up and tap her back in surrender to get her to stop.

“All even,” she turned her head to grin at me. I managed a nod and she climbed off. I barely had the energy to stumble up to my feet, stepping out of my cum-stained boxers. Now it was my turn to do the walk of shame over to the desk, picking up the Sharpie, putting my signature on the left front leg, the date printed underneath it.

Kristen accepted it with what I think she meant as a friendly smile, although it made me feel like a rabbit who’d just seen the hawk’s shadow fall over them. Technically we were now even, but it sure didn’t feel even - despite being covered in a thick layer of sweat, Kristen seemed totally in control. I was a mess, just as sweaty, but also panting heavily, spattered with the cum my opponent had forced out of me, barely able to stand up.

I would have given my left arm for a five minute rest just then, but I got all of ten seconds as Kristen went over and laid her trophy in a corner, then came back to resume the fight.

She clearly sensed my weakness, not even bothering with any kind of fancy opening, just charging in, slapping away my weak jabs, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me forward. Knowing what was coming, I did my best to brace, but I’m not sure it did much good as she demolished me with another knee strike.

The only thing I had going for me was that I was able to stay on my feet, albeit bent over, hands cradled over my belly. I braced as best as I could for another hit, but Kristen instead came in and neatly swept my feet out from under me, leaving me to topple backwards and land flat on my back.

I lay there like a fallen log as Kristen quickly climbed on top of me, getting into a 69 position, the musk from her bare pussy washing over my face. I reached up to cup her ass as she took my limp cock between her lips, the closeness of my previous orgasm working against her skilled lips and tongue as she began trying to tease me to full extension.

I summoned the will to fight back, leaning up and sticking my tongue out. Kristen must have felt me move as she lifted her hips. Grunting in frustration, I leaned my head up, going for my target again. I fell neatly into the trap she’d set, up enough off the floor to give her room to close her thighs around my head.

Oh shit. Pleasure and pain both attacked me as Kristen’s legs squeezed my head and she greedily sucked on my cock, which was quickly hardening in her mouth. I tried to pry her thighs apart, but she was far too strong. My mind already clouded by the pressure and pleasure, I reached up to squeeze her ass, moaning into her crotch as she attacked both of my trapped heads.

As if this wasn’t bad enough, I felt one glove cupping my balls and squeezing, just hard enough to let me know she was there. When I relaxed, she kneaded my nuts; any movement that she took as an escape attempt brought a cruel twisting squeeze.

Kristen had me trapped so well I may have just lost the fight here if she’d kept this up - soon enough my head was swimming between the pressure of her thighs and my now totally erect cock trapped between her lips. Wanting me to cum, she eased off the pressure a bit, focusing on the oral attack, her lips sliding quickly up and down my shaft, stopping occasionally to swirl her tongue around my tip.

But she just had to add a little bit more. Her left hand was still kneading my balls, and it hadn’t occurred to me to wonder where the right was until I felt her index finger pressing against my back door.

That was enough to get me moving, fighting through the pain of her trying to rip my balls off as I rolled her over, breaking the scissors hold, stumbling to my feet. Kristen rolled up smoothly to face me, and I fought the urge to hunch over, my spit-soaked cock still feeling wonderful, my balls throbbing with a deep ache after her squeeze.

My first instinct was to back away from Kristen, try to hold her off, catch my breath, give my dick a chance to calm down and my abused nuts to recover - but I could just see Kristen charging in, fending off whatever grab or punch I’d launch, getting in my guard and taking me down.

So, hoping to surprise her, I charged with a berserk scream, my hands shooting at her shoulders, some idea of grabbing her and slamming her down to the mat. Instead, Kristen took my measure in a split-second, darting to the side, then behind me, wrapping her arms around my midsection, lifting me up, slamming me down to the mat chest-first.

Winded, I rolled over only to be immediately pinned down, Kristen holding my wrists to the mat, closing her thighs around my shaft as she stared down at me.

“Remember this?” Kristen grunted as she started moving her hips up and down. “You never had a chance. You’re not man enough for me to even fuck you. Just cum from this, loser.”
“Huuhhh,” I moaned helplessly. “Shit!”
“Yeah, that’s right. You’re done, Eric. Submit to me. Let your little cock shoot your loser juice.”

I was so worked up already I barely had a second to think, the soft pressure of Kristen’s inner thighs driving me crazy, picking up where her mouth had left off. I tried to lift my hands off the mat; useless. Could I buck my hips up? All this did was increase the pleasure.

Kristen laughed at this, bucking her own hips down against mine, delivering the finishing blow. I had nothing left, laying back and submitting to her will, hearing myself grunt and moan as I began cumming, her hips still moving, her thighs milking my cock. I spurt and spurt, feeling for a wonderful few moments that I’d never run empty.

Of course, I eventually did, my cock slowly starting to soften between Kristen’s legs as she slowed and stopped, just laying on top of me, both of us panting.

“Submit,” I gasped. “Submit. I submit to you.”
“I know,” Kristen purred low in her throat. She slowly released me, maintaining eye contact as she slid up my body. She stopped just below my chin. “Here’s that pussy you couldn’t get to,” Kristen told me, spreading her lower lips wide, taunting me with the wet glistening of her cxnt. “Now lay flat on your back, and I’ll do what you couldn’t, and make me cum.”

I lay flat on my back as she fucked my face to a howling orgasm. She was a bit rough, but I’ve certainly had worse afternoons. Despite the humiliation - okay, maybe helped along by it a little - I even started getting hard again, which Kristen couldn’t help but notice after she’d finished and climbed off me: “Oh, too bad. You can jerk off thinking about this later.”

She got to her feet slowly, taking one last big stretch, holding a hand out and helping me up. She pulled me into a quick hug before throwing on a sweatsuit she’d brought along in her duffle bag, zipping the trophy she’d won off me in a gallon ziplock bag.

“I had fun today,” she told me with the first smile that didn’t send a shiver up my spine. “I’ll text you again some time - maybe you, me and Bella can do something.”

Now that was a thought.