A Sucker's Bet 
by Ibfeysaat


(Questions and comments to ibfeysaat18@gmail.com)

This is a mixed boxing story. It was a humiliating demonstration of
sadistic female domination. At the end of the fight, the woman was lavished
with oral servitude. The loser was beaten bloody, unconscious, and crying
like a baby begging for mercy. The loser was me.


Yolanda made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Last 3 two minute rounds and I
could have my way with her all night long. She's Latin. Mexican, Jamaican,
Dominican, Puerto Rican all mixed together. She's this sexy little black
haired hot blooded fireball. She is a stone cold fox and she knows it. Yo
loves breaking hearts, spirits, and occasionally faces. She broke all 3 of
mine.

She was 23. I was 39. She had beaten up many boys and men before and since
me. I had been beaten up by many different girls and women both prior to
and since. By the time I boxed Yolanda, I had developed a certain
toughness. I still would get beaten up by women, but I no longer would cry
like a baby. I had developed a kind of callus and the ability to take my
beating like a man. I had already boxed Yolanda once and lasted almost four
rounds before she knocked me out cold. I don't remember a thing but
apparently I was out cold for about 30 seconds. But I didn't cry!

Yolanda is a hot blooded Latin woman. She loves to fight and she loves to
fuck. She loves dominating men and women. She's sexy, bisexual, and
sadistic. She gets off on inflicting pain and humiliation. After she
knocked me out, she revived me before subjecting me to a 45 minute face
sitting exhibition. She made me jerk myself off after she was finished as
she stood with her foot on my chest and her fists over her head. It was
very humiliating and very sexy. She laughed at my feeble pleas to fuck her.
She said she doesn't fuck losers like me. She uses us. I could handle
another beating from her, but I just HAD to fuck her.

She made me an offer I couldn't refuse. All I had to do was last for 3
rounds without crying or getting knocked out. If I was man enough to
withstand that, she would sleep with me until noon the next day. I could
fuck her as many times as I could in 12 hours. She grabbed my boner and
snickered. I didn't have a chance.

We boxed at the same gym after hours as the first time. There were 4 people
present. Yolanda, me, her friend Leticia, and Jose, who was a manager and
had a set of keys. Jose was the referee. Leticia was her corner girl and
cheerleader. I was on my own.

They had been drinking and smoking and were really revved up. I wore a pair
of black boxing shorts. Yolanda looked incredible in a 2 piece black
bikini. She has straight black hair which she put into a ponytail. She wore
a white headband. She has brown skin and dark brown eyes. She's only 5 foot
5 and 125 pounds, but it is all Latin fury and female supremacy.

"I'm going to beat the fuck out of you, stupid! Do you really think I would
stoop to the level where I would let a loser like you fuck a Goddess like
me. I fuck men like Jose not loser boys like you. You're a decent cunt
licker but you can't fight for shit. I'm not only going to make you cry
like a baby, but I am going to knock you out cold. 3 rounds please. I doubt
you'll last 2." Leticia was giggling and Jose had a boner which even though
covered by his sweatpants, was much more impressive than anything I could
muster. If she was trying to intimidate me, it was working. Right before
the start of round 1, Yolanda asked Leticia to remove her top. She had
these 2 brown tits with rock hard nipples. If she wanted to distract me, it
was working. I put my mouthpiece in and prepared to defend myself for 6
short minutes and I could fuck that vision of heaven standing 15 feet away
from me.

Round 1. Yolanda came out stalking me. I was retreating. 10 seconds down
110 to go. If I could just keep out of her reach. (Unbeknownst to me, they
filmed it. This is a blow by blow account.) Then she lunged toward me and
fired a 3 punch left jab combination. I blocked all 3 punches but I was
backing up. She was moving forward and unleashed a devastating right left
combo to my unprotected belly. As soon as I felt her furious fists bashing
my belly, I felt the ropes against my back. As I dropped my guard to cover
my gut she threw a vicious 3 punch combination. The first punch was a left
hook which landed flush on the side of my face. The force of the blow drove
my face to the left. She was already firing the second punch. It was a
straight right which connected violently against my nose. The combination
worked perfectly. The first punch set up the second and made the effect
even more devastating. The punch to my nose really hurt me. It landed
squarely and no doubt my eyes would naturally water from the result of such
a punch to the nose. I tilted backwards into the ropes and as I swayed back
toward her, she threw the third punch of the combination. It was a floor to
ceiling right uppercut. Boom boom out go the lights! It landed cleanly on
my descending chin and I folded like a house of cards. It was 26 seconds in
and she had knocked me out. I wasn't going to be getting my reward.

I lay there for a few moments before Jose started his count. One (long
pause) two... Yolanda told him to count slower. I got up at 8. It was the
56 second mark. One minute four seconds to go in round one. The whole slow
8 count was 30 seconds. I just needed to survive the first round. For the
next minute Yolanda chased me all over the ring landing several painful
punches to both my face and body. But I managed to survive. No more
knockdowns. The first minute was a disaster. But the second minute was
tolerable. I felt like I could survive 4 more minutes. It sure was going to
be worth it. I needed to catch my breath so I was savoring the rest between
rounds. Yolanda was staring at me looking fresh as a daisy with a light
sheen of perspiration beginning to form. Leticia was rubbing her shoulders.
Yolanda had a suggestion.

"Leticia, why don't you remove my bikini. I want him to get a good look at
the body that he will never be man enough to savor."

Leticia slowly and sexily lowered her bikini down and off leaving a totally
nude female warrior. Her big black bush contrasted nicely with the light
brown skin under her bikini and the darker tan brown skin of her legs and
body. What I wouldn't do to ravage that. I was hard as a rock under my
boxing shorts. Yolanda wasn't finished.

"As long as I am naked, you guys should be too. Jose, strip. Leticia, get
naked and go and take those silly boxing shorts off of that little 'puta.'
I want to see that little cock that will never get to fuck me."

Jose was hung like a horse. That fucker had to be packing somewhere between
12 and 15 inches of prime USDA beef. And thick too. Leticia had big boobs
with big brown nipples and wider hips. She was shaved bare except for a
little landing strip. Yolanda was striking. Leticia was voluptuous. Jose
was blessed with a baseball bat. By comparison, I felt like I had a golf
tee. Yolanda sure knew how to humiliate a guy. So me and my slightly less
than average exposed cock went out to try and avoid the naked warrior
Goddess for 4 more minutes. I didn't make it.

Round 2. Yolanda came out stalking me with a certain determination in her
squinting eyes. She looked like she meant business. She had that look about
her that says I'm going to fucking destroy you. What a sexy vision. A naked
Latin warrior beauty teasing me with her gorgeous hungry body. I couldn't
take my eyes off that big black sexy bush. Every fiber of my being wanted
to crawl inside of it. I should have been concentrating on her fists. She
connected with a double left hook to start off the 2nd round's festivities.
This was a harsh wake up call. My throbbing face reminded me that she meant
business. As I tried to back away, Yolanda stalked me looking for her next
opportunity. A double right hook landed cleanly under my defenses and caved
in the left side of my body. As I bent to my left I was greeted with
another vicious right uppercut. The effect was devastating. I stood there
stunned and defenseless as Yolanda went to town. Right left right left to
my burning body bent me even more forward and then another sickening right
uppercut and I fell over backwards flat on my back with my little cock
standing straight up embarrassingly. I think I was out. I really don't
remember much of it. Jose and his giant obscene boner was standing over me
slowly counting. I remember hearing him say 8. I don't remember hearing 1
through 7. But I knew I needed to get up. And get up quick or I wasn't
going to get to fuck my dreamgirl Goddess. Upon reaching my feet, Yolanda
beat the living shit out of me. Lefts and rights were landing cleanly all
over my face and body. She had backed me into a corner and pulverized me
with an assortment of painful punches. She knocked me down again and just
left me in the corner sitting on my butt and wondering what just happened.
What had happened was she knocked me out. But she really wanted to
humiliate me so she didn't let Jose count. I was saved by the bell.

Yolanda was staring at me from her corner and started verbally humiliating
me again. "Well, you managed to last 2 rounds. Just one to go and you get
to fuck me. Here let me show you what you're not man enough to earn. Jose,
fuck me. Fuck me hard and fill me up with a giant load of real man sauce."
Jose stood behind her, squatted down a bit and impaled Yolanda and her
unattainable cunt on his throbbing monster. Leticia fingered her burning
twat as she watched the obscene fucking exhibition. I watched jealously as
Jose pounded her dripping cunt with a vengeance. All 3 of them were
screaming and creaming and thoroughly enjoying themselves. This fiery
demonstration lasted less than a minute before Yolanda and Leticia screamed
out and achieved their first orgasms. A moment later Jose began unloading
rope after rope of his limitless semen deep inside my dreamgirl. She pulled
him out and I watched 4 or 5 more spurts of white creamy cum land in her
hairy bush. I was so dispirited. My fantasy girl was standing there with
another man's come flowing out of her and decorating her hairy bush like a
frosted cake. "How did you like that? That's how a real man fucks. He made
me cum twice and filled me with a quart of man juice. I'm going to knock
you out and make you clean up our mess. Ready to die loser?"

Foolishly, I was determined to last 2 more minutes and fuck my cum filled
gorgeous angel. I didn't make it. She almost beat me to death.

Round 3. I staggered away from my corner determined to somehow last for 120
seconds. Yolanda strode purposefully toward her hapless victim. Upon
arrival, she let me have it. A left right combo to my aching belly took the
starch right out of me. I groaned twice and lowered my arms to try and
prevent any more damage to my burning body. She fired a right hook
determined to take my head off. It landed powerfully against my left cheek.
As I was falling to my right a corresponding left hook was coming. The
impact felt like a sledgehammer crushing my face. My head jerked violently
right into the path of her murderous right uppercut. My head snapped back
and I think I was on my way down when a straight right crushed and broke my
nose. I was finished. I landed on my butt and bounced before laying still
totally unaware of what was happening. I laid there for a moment before my
eyes opened up to see Jose and his massive cum soaked cock reaching down to
help me up. That was a cruel thing to do as I was out on my feet and
completely vulnerable. I was essentially a standing pinata. And she busted
me. It only took 4 more punches thankfully. I was standing like a statue
with my arms hanging limply at my sides. I was somehow standing but not
really coherent. I was completely defenseless. She started the grand finale
with a left hook which folded up my face and bounced me toward her second
punch. A sadistic right uppercut which snapped my head violently back and I
stumbled backwards into the ropes and bounced off. She buried an
underhanded right fist deep in my belly. I folded up like an accordion. She
lifted my chin with her left hand standing me straight up. As she let go
my  legs began to give and I was slowly slumping downwards when she fired a
right cross which crushed the remainder of my bloody nose. I was bleeding
from my nostrils and the bridge of my nose. As I lay in a heap, blissfully
sound asleep, Jose counted to 10. He could have counted to 100. Leticia
came over and removed my mouthpiece and laid me on my back. I was
completely knocked out with my little cock standing straight up. It was the
only part of me that was awake. Yolanda removed her gloves and sat her cum
filled hairy muff right in my face. She grabbed my head and started humping
my face. After about 20 seconds I opened my eyes to see her huge black
bush. My eyes were in it. It was all I could see. She said that it was nice
that I was awake. Now lick up his mess. And I better make her cum or else.
She raped my face with her burning dripping cumdrenched cunt, the one that
I would never get to fuck, the one that I was willing to die for. She
rewarded me with a fresh load of winning girl cum after that putrid stale
quart of Jose and her cum. She backed up a little and stared right through
me.

"The bet was last 3 rounds without crying or getting knocked out and you
could have fucked me. You lost. I knocked you out. We have a tape. Now I am
going to make you cry like a baby. I am going to make you beg for mercy and
your life. I am going to beat you barefisted until my knuckles hurt. Are
you ready?"

The next hour was pure sadistic hell. She made me cry and scream and beg
and plead and she still beat me unconscious. I thought she was going to
kill me with her bare hands. The sexual domination and torture were life
changing. I won't go into detail other than to admit a strap on was
employed. I hated every second of it. I was so thoroughly emasculated. I
was savagely beaten, badly hurt, sexually dominated and humiliated far
beyond my comfort zone, and denied the one thing that I came for.

Jose drove my car home and Yolanda drove me and Leticia. I sat in the back
and cried the whole way home while Leticia held me and comforted me. Upon
arrival, Yolanda said she had a gift for me. She gave me the VCR tape of
the fight and aftermath.

It took me 2 weeks to recover physically. I'm not sure I ever recovered
emotionally. But it only took me one day to watch the video. Yolanda knew
where the hidden camera was and positioned herself for maximum exposure.
She looks mahvelous! I lost the bet and never did get to fuck the
magnificent Yolanda. But I got the tape and I have masturbated to her
stunning display of raw female domination thousands of times. So who knows,
maybe I really did win.

I didn't fight or fuck another woman for more than a year. I have never
fought another Latin woman. They terrify me. I never saw Yolanda or Leticia
or Jose ever again. Thank my lucky stars.