Part patron request, part just a fun idea. A pretty proud one I wrote up a bit ago of a dating goth and bimbo couple venting some steam in their boxing/wrestling ring.
Ginger came home, looking a lot like her usual brooding self. The goth wore her usual black shirt and dark denim pants; frankly dark all over, from her hair and makeup down to her boots. She trudged in the door with a dour look to her scowl that most would assume was her default expression. They weren’t wrong, but it was just slightly more glum than usual after a rough day at work.
Bonnie came trotting into the living room to meet her. The gothic girl shared a house with her girlfriend, but certainly not her sense of style. Bonnie was a busty and bubbly blonde into bright pinks and tight clothes. She wore her long hair in a ponytail and smiled wide with her thick and glossy lips at the sight of her frowning gf. She threw her arms around her shoulders and kissed her firmly on the cheek.
“Hey, sweetie pumpkin! What’s the matter?”
Ginger often had a moody look on her face, but Bonnie had spent enough time around her to pick up on its subtler changes.
“Eh, work sucked. It’s nothin’. Same shit, new day,” the goth grunted dismissively.
“Awww. Poor baby!”
Bonnie pouted and moved behind her, starting to rub Ginger’s shoulders. The goth groaned softly, but this time out of appreciation. It caused an immediate sense of relief. The blonde was a massage therapist, and she knew just where to rub her down. Both girls were busty and there was always some strain on her back and shoulder muscles. Bonnie was taller and even bigger than she was, so it had the added bonus of cushioning the back of her head against the blonde’s boobs. The pale goth blushed noticeably.
“You know what? You need to unwind,” Bonnie decided.
“You want to go change, get in the ring and just vent with me?”
Ginger blushed even harder. They had gotten so into the idea of wrestling and boxing as a fetish that they’d installed a cheap ring in the basement. Just the thought of it got the goth horny enough to forget about her crummy day on the spot. She ran a gentle hand behind her, rubbing over Bonnie’s skirted hips.
“I wouldn’t mind using you as a stress ball,” Ginger muttered.
“Sweet! I’ll grab the gloves and meet ya there!”
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The girls readied themselves as quickly as they could. They ended up in their smaller than usual ring, dressed in tight shorts, sports bras and boxing gloves. Inevitably, Bonnie was dressed all in pink and white while Ginger wore black and red.
“You better be ready. This was a pretty shitty day, so I’m not holdin’ anything, back,” Ginger warned, bumping her gloves together.
Her lean arms tensed, showing some wiry muscle that pulsed from her clenching fists. Ginger was shorter and thinner than her girlfriend but she was more aggressive and vicious by a long shot. Neither of them were especially trained apart from their occasional kinky fights.
“I’ll do my best,” Bonnie giggled, puffing up her already massive chest.
She flexed her arms, the former cheerleader and current massage therapist having some more visible muscle than Ginger. It made the dark-haired goth blush and bite her black lip with excitement.
“Ding ding! Let’s gooo~!” Bonnie chimed playfully, mimicking a ring bell.
Just as the cheerier girlfriend expected, Ginger was quick to come out venting through her fists. She took some aggressive swings while the blonde backpedaled, staying careful to block or swat away her incoming gloves.
“What’s the matter, babe? Got you scared already?!” Ginger laughed as she kept control of the fight.
Bonnie was keeping pace with her, but it took her a while before she could find the breathing room to fight back. Ginger got a glancing blow, her glove skimming past one of her tits. It wobbled dramatically, but it was more of a testament to her natural jiggle than Ginger’s strength.
The goth put too much force into the blow, making her stumble forward. It was easy enough for the former cheerleader to shift her footing and sash her left into Ginger’s abdomen. The brunette huffed loudly, doubling over immediately. A spray of spittle flew from her lips and over onto Bonnie’s arm and chest.
“Gotcha~!” Bonnie chimed as casually as if she had just scored a point in a video game against Ginger.
The brunette coughed and immediately lost her momentum. It certainly helped that few things turned her on as much as a firm and confident blow from her girlfriend.
“Too slow, sweetie!” Bonnie chimed like it was genuinely friendly advice.
It might have sounded friendly if she didn’t suddenly unleash a series of crosses, bashing across Ginger’s face. It bucked side to side, eyes rolling and spit flying. She quickly worked up a sweat and Bonnie’s pink gloves gathered black smudges of her makeup.
“S-slow down,” Ginger mumbled.
Her legs swayed beneath her, feeling like jelly as they tried to hold her up. The warm, dizzying feeling made Ginger’s heart race, a strangely fond and familiar sensation she ended up getting whenever she faced off with Bonnie.
“But you said to go all out, sweetie~!” the blonde chimed, raising her gloves in a ready posture.
“You can take a few friendly little love taps, can’t you, babe?”
Ginger’s head spun as she tried to put her dukes up, but it was difficult to hold them steady. It made it easy for Bonnie to see through their swaying and bash the goth girlfriend with a deep body blow. Ginger doubled over, wrapping her gloves arms around her stomach as her eyes swelled with surprise and pain.
“You make the cutest facets when you hurt. You know that?” Bonnie praised, stroking a gloved hand over Ginger’s hair.
The gesture swept aside some of the dark, sweaty locks that had fallen into her face. Ginger might have appreciated it if it didn’t just clear her bangs for Bonnie to slam a fresh punch into her face. The numbing tingle that followed the huge impact felt strangely good, making the goth’s nipples harden beneath her top. She stumbled clumsily backward, her arms tangling on the top ropes behind her. Her voice wavered in a dazed moan as Bonnie happily moved in to take advantage of the opening.
“That’s a good girl. Can’t stop the fun yet, can we?” the blonde giggled playfully.
“N…nuh uh,” Ginger agreed, shaking her head and leaning harder on the ropes.
“I can still OOF! UGH!”
She let out a few more thick grunts as Bonnie started to unleash a series of quick, snappy punches on Ginger’s tits. The goth’s arms hanging onto the ropes offered zero protection as her boobs bounced around, jiggling in the opposite direction of wherever the blonde’s punches came from. It made her hardened nips scrape subtly but oh-so noticeably against the inside of her top. Ginger gawked and her moans vibrated like Bonnie was giving her a very firm back massage rather than boxing her boobs.
“You’re so right! This always gets so much stress out. It’s like, super therapeutic, right?” Bonnie chimed happily, even as she beat the hell out of her girlfriend’s bod.
Ginger nodded, or maybe it was just her listless head jerking around with the beatdown. Swat and drool splashed off her body with every blow until Bonnie leaned in closer to her. Her bigger breasts mashed up against the goth’s, stinging and arousing them all at once. Ginger bit her lip, her body relishing the mixed sensation of her touch.
“Having fun, Ginny?” Bonnie asked, her sweet tone rubbing in her disliked nickname.
It embarrassed her, which just made it more arousing. Ginger nodded limply until Bonnie caught her by the chin with her glove. She forced her to look into her eyes, even as blurred as Ginger’s vision was.
“Good girl. Then let’s keep playing, hmm?”
Bonnie backed off just enough to snap a sudden uppercut into Ginger’s chin. Her head whipped up after it, bucking backwards before stumbling back to her feet from the recoil of the ropes. She stumbled right into Bonnie’s reach and the blonde started punishing her with more leathery jabs and hooks, marking her pale skin all over with freshly blossoming bruises. Ginger loved the faint sting that lingered with every one of them like a leathery kiss through Bonnie’s gloves.
Ginger’s body danced around from the blows, grunting and moaning as her mind fogged over. Trying to process all the pain from all over her body left her overwhelmed, resulting in a steady soreness that left her with a warm, pulsing feeling all over. It was familiar by now after taking so many of her girlfriend’s beatings in the ring, It led to nothing getting her hornier than half the stuff they did in the bedroom.
Bonnie backed off enough to admire her handiwork. Her normally moody girlfriend was too exhausted to frown, her panting face stuck in a dumbstruck daze. The bimbo smiled and reached out with one glove. Ginger didn’t even flinch as it thumbed away some of her smudged black lipstick.
“There. Much better~!” she praised.
“Keep going…” Ginger mewled.
She squirmed in place against the ropes, rubbing her thighs together around the moist spot in her trunks.
“M-more…”
“Awww, you’re so CUTE when you beg for it!” Bonnie chimed, so high and sweet that it was hard to tell if she was teasing her or being genuine. Either way, it got Ginger off like crazy.
Ginger grunted hard as she was suddenly slugged in the belly. Her pale, bare abs did their best to soak up the hits but her whole body bucked with every powerful swing her girlfriend dished out. She coughed spit out over her radiant blonde hair, pummeled so hard she half expected to fly out of the ring through the ropes.
Bonnie landed another body blow hard enough to make Ginger rebound off the ropes. She slumped forward, expecting to kiss the mat but ending up falling into the blonde’s warm and inviting cleavage. It was certainly a lot softer, even with the familiar smell of Bonnie’s perfume mixed with her fresh sweat. Ginger just moaned mindlessly as her bobbing boobs caught her crumbling form.
“Poor baby,” Bonnie cooed to her, acting like she wasn’t the one who’d just beat the crap out of her. She giggled hard enough that her breasts wobbled some more, as if even they were trying to smack the goth girl around.
She stroked the strong-smelling leather across Ginger’s hair before pulling firmly at the back of her head. It pulled her face in deeper between her sweaty boobs, smudging her makeup even worse as her other glove went lower. Bonnie’s right’s thumped into Ginger’s crotch, making her jerk instinctively from the low blow. Rather than crossing in pain, she found her weak legs spreading out as if asking for more.
“There’s a good girl,” Bonnie whispered in her ear.
Rather than keep hitting Ginger, she started grinding and rubbing her glove along her crotch. She couldn't take the goth’s trunks off with her gloves on, but she also didn’t have to. The big leathery fist ground right through the tight fabric, building up a rapidly spreading wet spot. Ginger just moaned in her sweaty embrace, letting Bonnie sneak in some more punches to her sides. It combined with the rough fingering until Ginger’s battered brain couldn’t tell which was which anymore, appreciating the body blows as much as the rubbing over her pussy.
“Looks like she can’t take much more of this. Ginger’s taking all these power punches and she’s loooooving it,” Bonnie cooed into her ear.
Her fake announcing trash talk came out as sweet nothings, confusing Ginger’s spinning head even more. She grunted and moaned between pain and arousal until her hips bucked sharply. She let out a long moan as she ground against Bonnie’s glove, starting to hump against it as she came. It was like her pussy was begging to get beat up so she initiated it herself, thumping her pelvis against the steadily waiting glove. She let out a pathetic stream of drool over her girlfriend’s cleavage to match the cum pouring out over her glove. Ginger’s eyes rolled witlessly back into her head as a few sputtering braincells tried to process just how good she felt.
Bonnie saved her the trouble. She took a step back and let Ginger’s body wobble drunkenly, barely able to stand under her own power after the punchdrunk orgasm. Bonnie raised her cum-slick glove and gave it a flirty lick before she swung it full force into the goth’s face. A streak of dark hair and spittle followed her snapping head and the cummy boxing glove hit with an especially loud and wet whacking sound. It echoed in Ginger’s head as she crumbled to the mats in a KOed mess.
Bonnie had knocked her out plenty of times before, so she wasn’t worried in the slightest. In fact, she went to her corner and took out her cellphone. She snapped a couple of cute selfies of herself with her boot planted on Ginger’s breasts or crotch. She switched it to video mode as she sat down, planting her perky butt on the goth’s drooling face.
“And the winner, and stilllll household champ! It’s Bonnie ‘Da Mommy’ Bensonnnn~! Yeaaaaa~!”
She threw in a bit of showboating, shaking her hips and shoulders as she did a mock cheer from an imaginary crowd, grinding her butt over Ginger’s listless face. She blew the camera a kiss with her glove before she cut the feed. Finally, she hit a few more buttons to send the files over to her girlfriend. She always came asking for them whenever she woke up from a match as something she could masturbate to when Bonnie wasn’t around to knock her silly for herself.
