He Paid Me to Beat Him Up




He paid me to beat him up. So, I beat him up. And it was fun too. I'll bet
you'd like me to beat you up too. Wouldn't you?

My name is Amber and I'm 19. I'm a freshman at the University of Texas. I have
always been athletic. I'm real good at tennis and soccer. I'm tall and thin
but I'm very strong. When I was in high school I had a part time job as a
waitress. This one man used to come into my section and he was infatuated with
me. He was supposed to pay at the register but he always just left a fifty
dollar bill on the check. His bill was usually between $15.00 and $20.00. He
was my favorite customer. Besides being generous he was always complimenting
me. Bob said that I looked athletic and if I played sports. I told him yes
especially tennis and soccer. I can run all day. He would say things like you
look so strong or I'll bet you're really tough. One day he gave me a $100.00
bill and said he would give me another $100.00 if I talked to him in the
parking lot on my break. He said he would be standing by his car. I told him I
would see him in ten minutes.

10 minutes later I went outside and he was waiting with a big smile. He had a
bunch of bills in his hand. He peeled off a $100 bill and gave it to me. He
then told me that he was completely infatuated with my strength and beauty. He
said he could never have a girl like me. He then admitted that he had
inappropriate fantasies about me and deserved to be punished. He said he
should be beaten up. Bob told me that he was excited by watching girls beating
up men. He said he enjoyed getting beaten up by girls and if I wanted, he
would pay me to beat him up. He told me I could bring some friends to watch.
He was sure they'd want to watch. He then gave me $200.00 and told me to think
about it. He would come back in a week for me to give him my answer. If I
accepted his offer I would get $300.00 next week. He told me that he would pay
me $1,000.00 to beat him up. $500.00 upon arrival, the other $500.00 after the
fight. Of course I was excited to get paid to beat him up and was ready to
accept on the spot, I told him I would think about it.

I grew up with a brother who was 21 months older than me. We fought constantly
and he always won. So yeah, he toughened me up and I learned how to fight. I
also had a lot of pent up rage and I was happy to unleash it on any other man.
And he was going to pay me to beat him up. It doesn't get any better than
that. I didn't think about it for a second.

The following week he came into the restaurant and gave me $300.00. I told him
that I would accept his offer under the following circumstances. He would pay
my 2 friends $200.00 each to watch me beat him up. And, he needed to give me
an extra $500.00 right now as a non refundable retainer. He reached in his
pocket and pulled out 5 crisp hundred dollar bills and gave me them with no
fuss. We set the date for the following Saturday at noon at his house. I knew
he was serious. I already had $1,000.00 in cash and he was prepared to pay me
$1,000.00 more.

Saturday morning my friends Kris and Katy and me got to Bob's impressive house
at noon. He answered the door wearing shorts and a shirt. He is about 5 foot 6
and 160 pounds with a little pot belly. I'm almost 5' 10 and a solid 140
pounds. He greeted us and thanked my friends for coming to watch me beat him
up. They gladly accepted the money as did I and we went downstairs. Bob had
moved all the furniture out of a big playroom Bob had a mouth guard which he
was going to use. He didn't want me to break his jaw or knock his teeth out.
He gave me a pair of mma gloves to protect my hands and his face. He said we
would fight until I knocked him out or if I felt he had enough. He told me to
ignore his crying and begging for mercy because he deserved to get beaten up.
He said if he screamed Montana, Montana, Montana to stop. Otherwise keep going
as long as I wanted. I told him to take off his shirt because I didn't want to
get blood on it. He complied. He looked even fatter and weaker without his
shirt. Then I told him to take off his pants or my friends would be happy to
do it for him. They were getting very excited and quickly agreed to help. He
sheepishly took off his shorts leaving him in his white undies. It looked like
he had a boner but it was pretty small so I couldn't tell. I told him to put
in his mouth guard and get ready, cause I was going to beat the shit out of
him right in front of my friends.

I went right at him and started punching him in the face. He was able to block
a couple but quickly I started landing some solid punches. I loved the
clicking sound when my fist smashed his face. He was backing up and offering
no resistance. I kept punching him in the arms and back as he was bending over
to try and protect himself. So I grabbed the back of his head and pulled down
lifting my right knee straight into his nose. I smashed it real good and he
screamed. I let go of him and he fell to the floor holding his broken bloody
nose and began to cry. I stood over him and said you wanted to get beaten up
by a girl and now you're already crying. You want me to give you something to
cry about? My friends were yelling for me to beat the shit out of that sissy
and don't stop yet. They were really getting into it. I said get up you pussy.
You wanted me to beat you up so come get some more. He got up and looked at
me. He was crying and he was bleeding from his nose. So I did what any self
respecting girl would do. I started punching him in the stomach. Oof kept
coming out of his mouth. I was really digging into his gut and he started
saying that he'd had enough. He was bending over holding his tummy so I ripped
a hard right uppercut straight into his bloody nose. Owww! You broke my nose
he cried. Please stop hurting me. You're so strong. You're beating me up.
You're beating me up really badly. I grabbed him in a headlock and started
punching him in the face. His pathetic crying increased. Kris started yelling
to keep going. This is so exciting. Keep hurting him. Knock this pussy out. I
looked at her and winked. She had her hand in her pants and was fingering her
pussy with one hand while the other was rubbing her tits. She had a dreamy
look on her face and I think she was going to cum from the beating I was
inflicting on Bob. I threw him down and got on top of him executing a perfect
schoolgirl pin. My knees were pinning his arms down so he had no way to
protect himself. My pussy was inches from his face. Do you want some more? You
deserve it. So I started punching him softly with both hands. His face was
bouncing back and forth and he was begging for mercy. But he didn't say
Montana. So I kept humiliating him. Katy yelled for me to strip him. Would you
like that I asked and continued punching him in the face. I stood up and
pulled off his undies leaving him totally naked and crying. Sure enough, he
had a little boner. And I do mean little. Katy yelled he likes it. He's got a
hard on. Look at how small it is. My 11 year old brother's is bigger. I stood
over him and rubbed his cock with my bare foot and he quickly came all over
himself. A pretty big load for such a tiny cock. Did you like that you sissy.
I beat you up and made you cum all over yourself. You're really gonna get it
now. So I sat on him again and began punching his face harder. I wanted to
knock him out. I was going to knock him out. Katy and Kris were both lewdly
fingering themselves as they cheered for me to finish him. Kris's pants were
on the floor and she was rubbing her hairy pussy with wild abandon. Bob was
apologizing and pleading for mercy as I pummeled him into mush. He kept crying
and begging for mercy as I punched him out. A wicked right hand landed flush
on his temple and he relaxed and stopped begging. He was out cold. I knocked
him out. Kris screamed out that she was going to cum and I turned to watch her
cum. God that was hot. A moment later Katy yelled that she was going to cum
too. I was thoroughly elated and my panties were damp too. I was planning on
dealing with that later. About 30 seconds later Bob began to stir and he
opened his eyes, looked at me and started crying like a baby. I got up took
the $500.00 sitting on the table and laughing we left. Any time you want a
rematch let me know.

I never saw Bob again. He stopped coming into the restaurant. I figured that I
beat him up far worse than he was expecting. I thought that maybe I shouldn't
have been so rough and maybe he'd want to do it again. After about a month I
gave up hope of ever seeing him again.

After 6 weeks he came back. He sat in my section. When I got to his table he
laid out $500.00 and said that was a deposit for a rematch. I couldn't wait!

S