08-06-2008, 02:44 PM
My Soul (and Stomach) Mate written by rsp
I met her at happy hour at the bar in the Holiday Inn during a big promo to sign up ring girls for the next "toughman/toughwomen" competition coming up. We began talking about fighting and boxing and much to our mutual pleasure, found that we both loved boxing.
More important, we both loved to see men and women get their stomach punched, kicked, kneed and in general beaten up. We made a date to meet in two weeks when the competition to pick the top 5 women for ring girls was to take place at the bar. She let me enter her name in the contest and I knew she would win a spot even though at our first meeting, she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt tucked in.
The night of the ring girl contest came and I found her address and went up to the door. I was anticipating her dressing in a little more revealing outfit than our first encounter and boy was I right! First of all, even though I am a white guy in fairly good shape, I've always been attracted to classically beautiful black women. This woman was that and more, much more. She wore very little make-up and her hair was naturally wavy and long, nearly to her shoulders. She had on one of the smallest black leather mini-skirts that I've ever seen which rested on the tops of her hips perfectly. Under her black leather short-cut coat was a skin tight strapless shiny gold top that clung to her breasts and stopped just below them revealing her stomach. Her stomach was exposed to the top of her skirt about 3 inches below her navel. It was slightly concave with just a little bit of her ribs protruding. She also wore a gold belly chain which, with her top, contrasted with her beautiful tan skin and made her stomach the center of attention.
We went to the bar and yes, she easily qualified as a ring girl. She wore an old fashioned low cut white bikini, you know the one where the bottoms tie around mid-hip. After the festivities, we returned to her apartment and as I had hoped, she invited me inside.
We talked for a while. She wanted to know what it was really like to box another guy in the ring and what it felt like to be punched. I thought I had it made! Here I was with a beautiful woman who loved to see people getting punched in the stomach and wanted to know more! I told her how much I liked her "look" in the white bikini and that she could model it for me any time. Then, I took her hint and said that if she modeled the bikini for me, I would let her know first hand how it felt to be punched in the stomach. I knew she would comply and went to my car to get my sweats and 8 oz. boxing gloves.
Upon my return to her living room, Diane was waiting, already modeling the same bikini that she wore during the ring girl contest. The belly ring was gone and her smooth brown skin contrasted with the pure white bikini beautifully. She took my hand and led me downstairs to her rec room. I was surprised to see many posters of boxers and wrestlers on the walls. What really surprised me were the posters of Diane in various wrestling poses with other women. Very nice, indeed. She turned off the lights, leaving only four bright spot lights on, which illuminated the center of the room and one corner which had a mirror on each wall.
"I guess I didn't tell you about my wrestling career. We can watch some of my tapes later in the bedroom if you like."
"I wouldn't miss it for anything," I told her.
The overhead lighting accented her body perfectly and showed off the concave curve of her stomach, the slight shadows where her ribs rippled the skin and the sensuous curves of her 38C breasts. I left the room to change into my sweatpants and gloves and returned to her I put my gloved hands on her bare hips and she immediately responded by coming closer to me and whispering "I can't wait! Start your punches and don't be shy."
"You'll know what belly pain really is," I said.
She placed her hands on my bare stomach and said "I hope so, and maybe you will too!"
I started with moderate jabs to her belly just above the navel. Each one was met with a sensuous "ooofff, that feels good!" After 10 or so of these, she said "show me what you've got: I thought you were a boxer!" I immediately sank a hard punch into her belly about 2 inches below her navel.
"Oooohhhhh!" came from her wide open mouth framed in pain, followed by her leaning forward into me.
Both her hands were now wrapped around her stomach, but I was not finished. I took her arms and placed them at her sides and delivered another hard punch directly into her navel. It went in 4 inches or more and once again she doubled over toward me in pain. This time, however, her knees slightly buckled and she put her hands on my stomach for support. As she straightened up she ran her face up along my stomach and chest and finished with a strong, hard kiss.
"I need more!" she said with a look of deep pain and excitement.
"Give me a good beating!" I began to comply....
I wrapped my arms around Diane's legs just below her perfect ass and picked her up so she was face to face. She had a look of pain and pleasure at once on her beautiful face. She whispered, "don't stop now; I need more!" I held her tightly and she slowly leaned backwards. Her arms dangling straight down, and her hair were almost the same length. In front of me was her stomach all the way from her bikini line 5 inches below her navel up to her big breasts. It appeared to be no more than 7 or 8 inches deep from her belly to her back and her ribs were now protruding out in a beautiful, sexy display. I removed my right arm and held her there. I looked in the mirror and saw her face now with her head cocked back as far as it would go. She said, "I need this now. Don't stop yet!" I placed my boxing glove on her smooth belly and pushed in. She moaned the moan of near orgasm.
"OOOOOOOO, my stomach!" I kissed her breasts and gave her the hardest punch in the stomach I have ever given a woman.
"OOOHHHHH!"
I could feel her lower body instinctively move closer to mine and gave her another hard belly punch. Now she was almost attached to me and I pulled her up and put both boxing gloves around her bare skin.
We kissed a hard kiss like I've never experienced. She pulled the string on her bikini top and revealed her breasts more beautiful and fuller than I imagined. I kissed them both and placed her on the floor standing up. She could not stand up straight with all the deep aching pain in her stomach. I went to my knees, and with my boxing gloves still on kissed her damaged stomach with emotion.
She said to me "Just a little more, but take me upstairs!"
I picked her up and put her over my shoulder with her bare back against mine. She was bent backwards and was moaning though her stomach pain. I held her there on my shoulder with my boxing glove placed on her stomach. I added some additional pressure and was met with some much appreciated stomach pain from my partner. We went to the bedroom where I was able to take a picture of us in this position with a 35mm camera and timer. Now my gloves were off and I would directly feel my punches that were yet to sink into her belly. The picture is still one of my favorites.
I pulled the pillows out from the top of the bed and stacked them three high. I placed her compliant body on them with her lower back and hips now elevated above her legs, head and beautiful breasts. Her arms were above her head and she voluntarily grabbed the vertical bars in the headboard.
Once again, her flat, sexy stomach was arched upward and displayed for me. Diana was still moaning the most sensuous sounds you can imagine...
"Finish me off!" she said. "My belly can't take much more! My stomach has never been pounded so badly: you have really beaten me up!" These words were spoken in a low sexy voice that only encouraged me to finish her off with the hardest, sexiest punches I could muster.
I climbed on my knees between her legs and spread them slightly, to get a better angle. Her stomach was completely flat, ribs showing. Her breasts were taut and nipples erect. I was beginning to have some difficulty concentrating on my partner's desires for pain and pleasure! The first punch was hard and landed just below her navel. It went in almost 4 inches and I was met with an overwhelming rasp of air and sound.
"OOOHHOHHHH...that's it: don't stop now!"
Harder and harder I punched her defenseless stomach. She held the bars with no trouble.
"OOOUUUFFFF!" and
"OOOOHHHHHH...YYEEEESSSSS!!" were the only sounds between the deep thuds of my hard punches. Her eyes were rolling back into her head, pleasurable moaning sounds were interrupted only by my fists pounding her gently sloping, flat stomach. Then she let go of the bars. Her hands spread out and held her damaged stomach closely. The look of pain and pleasure at once, on her face was the look of near orgasm! I placed myself on top of her and pulled her arms away from her belly. I pinned them above her head with one hand and gently caressed her full breasts with the other.
She looked the look of complete ecstasy and moaned: "Jusssttt one mmmmore!"
I buried my fist into her stomach and held it in deep. I kneaded my fist into her gut and used it to bring her to the peak of pain and pleasure.I was now at the point of exploding, it was then that we became soul (and stomach) mates for life. Our mutual pleasure lasted for over an hour and nothing has ever been the same since!
I met her at happy hour at the bar in the Holiday Inn during a big promo to sign up ring girls for the next "toughman/toughwomen" competition coming up. We began talking about fighting and boxing and much to our mutual pleasure, found that we both loved boxing.
More important, we both loved to see men and women get their stomach punched, kicked, kneed and in general beaten up. We made a date to meet in two weeks when the competition to pick the top 5 women for ring girls was to take place at the bar. She let me enter her name in the contest and I knew she would win a spot even though at our first meeting, she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt tucked in.
The night of the ring girl contest came and I found her address and went up to the door. I was anticipating her dressing in a little more revealing outfit than our first encounter and boy was I right! First of all, even though I am a white guy in fairly good shape, I've always been attracted to classically beautiful black women. This woman was that and more, much more. She wore very little make-up and her hair was naturally wavy and long, nearly to her shoulders. She had on one of the smallest black leather mini-skirts that I've ever seen which rested on the tops of her hips perfectly. Under her black leather short-cut coat was a skin tight strapless shiny gold top that clung to her breasts and stopped just below them revealing her stomach. Her stomach was exposed to the top of her skirt about 3 inches below her navel. It was slightly concave with just a little bit of her ribs protruding. She also wore a gold belly chain which, with her top, contrasted with her beautiful tan skin and made her stomach the center of attention.
We went to the bar and yes, she easily qualified as a ring girl. She wore an old fashioned low cut white bikini, you know the one where the bottoms tie around mid-hip. After the festivities, we returned to her apartment and as I had hoped, she invited me inside.
We talked for a while. She wanted to know what it was really like to box another guy in the ring and what it felt like to be punched. I thought I had it made! Here I was with a beautiful woman who loved to see people getting punched in the stomach and wanted to know more! I told her how much I liked her "look" in the white bikini and that she could model it for me any time. Then, I took her hint and said that if she modeled the bikini for me, I would let her know first hand how it felt to be punched in the stomach. I knew she would comply and went to my car to get my sweats and 8 oz. boxing gloves.
Upon my return to her living room, Diane was waiting, already modeling the same bikini that she wore during the ring girl contest. The belly ring was gone and her smooth brown skin contrasted with the pure white bikini beautifully. She took my hand and led me downstairs to her rec room. I was surprised to see many posters of boxers and wrestlers on the walls. What really surprised me were the posters of Diane in various wrestling poses with other women. Very nice, indeed. She turned off the lights, leaving only four bright spot lights on, which illuminated the center of the room and one corner which had a mirror on each wall.
"I guess I didn't tell you about my wrestling career. We can watch some of my tapes later in the bedroom if you like."
"I wouldn't miss it for anything," I told her.
The overhead lighting accented her body perfectly and showed off the concave curve of her stomach, the slight shadows where her ribs rippled the skin and the sensuous curves of her 38C breasts. I left the room to change into my sweatpants and gloves and returned to her I put my gloved hands on her bare hips and she immediately responded by coming closer to me and whispering "I can't wait! Start your punches and don't be shy."
"You'll know what belly pain really is," I said.
She placed her hands on my bare stomach and said "I hope so, and maybe you will too!"
I started with moderate jabs to her belly just above the navel. Each one was met with a sensuous "ooofff, that feels good!" After 10 or so of these, she said "show me what you've got: I thought you were a boxer!" I immediately sank a hard punch into her belly about 2 inches below her navel.
"Oooohhhhh!" came from her wide open mouth framed in pain, followed by her leaning forward into me.
Both her hands were now wrapped around her stomach, but I was not finished. I took her arms and placed them at her sides and delivered another hard punch directly into her navel. It went in 4 inches or more and once again she doubled over toward me in pain. This time, however, her knees slightly buckled and she put her hands on my stomach for support. As she straightened up she ran her face up along my stomach and chest and finished with a strong, hard kiss.
"I need more!" she said with a look of deep pain and excitement.
"Give me a good beating!" I began to comply....
I wrapped my arms around Diane's legs just below her perfect ass and picked her up so she was face to face. She had a look of pain and pleasure at once on her beautiful face. She whispered, "don't stop now; I need more!" I held her tightly and she slowly leaned backwards. Her arms dangling straight down, and her hair were almost the same length. In front of me was her stomach all the way from her bikini line 5 inches below her navel up to her big breasts. It appeared to be no more than 7 or 8 inches deep from her belly to her back and her ribs were now protruding out in a beautiful, sexy display. I removed my right arm and held her there. I looked in the mirror and saw her face now with her head cocked back as far as it would go. She said, "I need this now. Don't stop yet!" I placed my boxing glove on her smooth belly and pushed in. She moaned the moan of near orgasm.
"OOOOOOOO, my stomach!" I kissed her breasts and gave her the hardest punch in the stomach I have ever given a woman.
"OOOHHHHH!"
I could feel her lower body instinctively move closer to mine and gave her another hard belly punch. Now she was almost attached to me and I pulled her up and put both boxing gloves around her bare skin.
We kissed a hard kiss like I've never experienced. She pulled the string on her bikini top and revealed her breasts more beautiful and fuller than I imagined. I kissed them both and placed her on the floor standing up. She could not stand up straight with all the deep aching pain in her stomach. I went to my knees, and with my boxing gloves still on kissed her damaged stomach with emotion.
She said to me "Just a little more, but take me upstairs!"
I picked her up and put her over my shoulder with her bare back against mine. She was bent backwards and was moaning though her stomach pain. I held her there on my shoulder with my boxing glove placed on her stomach. I added some additional pressure and was met with some much appreciated stomach pain from my partner. We went to the bedroom where I was able to take a picture of us in this position with a 35mm camera and timer. Now my gloves were off and I would directly feel my punches that were yet to sink into her belly. The picture is still one of my favorites.
I pulled the pillows out from the top of the bed and stacked them three high. I placed her compliant body on them with her lower back and hips now elevated above her legs, head and beautiful breasts. Her arms were above her head and she voluntarily grabbed the vertical bars in the headboard.
Once again, her flat, sexy stomach was arched upward and displayed for me. Diana was still moaning the most sensuous sounds you can imagine...
"Finish me off!" she said. "My belly can't take much more! My stomach has never been pounded so badly: you have really beaten me up!" These words were spoken in a low sexy voice that only encouraged me to finish her off with the hardest, sexiest punches I could muster.
I climbed on my knees between her legs and spread them slightly, to get a better angle. Her stomach was completely flat, ribs showing. Her breasts were taut and nipples erect. I was beginning to have some difficulty concentrating on my partner's desires for pain and pleasure! The first punch was hard and landed just below her navel. It went in almost 4 inches and I was met with an overwhelming rasp of air and sound.
"OOOHHOHHHH...that's it: don't stop now!"
Harder and harder I punched her defenseless stomach. She held the bars with no trouble.
"OOOUUUFFFF!" and
"OOOOHHHHHH...YYEEEESSSSS!!" were the only sounds between the deep thuds of my hard punches. Her eyes were rolling back into her head, pleasurable moaning sounds were interrupted only by my fists pounding her gently sloping, flat stomach. Then she let go of the bars. Her hands spread out and held her damaged stomach closely. The look of pain and pleasure at once, on her face was the look of near orgasm! I placed myself on top of her and pulled her arms away from her belly. I pinned them above her head with one hand and gently caressed her full breasts with the other.
She looked the look of complete ecstasy and moaned: "Jusssttt one mmmmore!"
I buried my fist into her stomach and held it in deep. I kneaded my fist into her gut and used it to bring her to the peak of pain and pleasure.I was now at the point of exploding, it was then that we became soul (and stomach) mates for life. Our mutual pleasure lasted for over an hour and nothing has ever been the same since!