Billy's wish is coming true

A cacophony of passionate licking and creaking wood filled the make shift office. Billy was glued to Stacy's ass, his tongue deep inside her forbidden hole.

"Ughh...yess...", she hissed, "...lick my filthy ass..."

Who could have guessed that mere moments ago, her mind was consumed by her anal hygiene.

"Mhmm...mhmm..." was all Billy's busy mouth could muster.

Stacy let out an unexpected cackle, as if she remembered an old joke.

"Billy the boxing champ...nothing but an ass licker...", she spoke with disgust, each word a strain.

Contrary to Stacy's belief, her words were music to Billy's ears. After all, this was what he had planned for.

"Can't look past my shitter...huh?...that fucking pussy is right there and all you want is this?"

Stacy shoved her ass back, right onto his face to make sure she drove her point home.

"Are you even a real champ?...from where I'm standing you look more like a wuss", she scoffed.

Billy's dick twitched. He knew where this was going.

"Damn...Billy...I thought I had finally found a real man...and look at you..."

"Maybe...just maybe...I could even beat you...", she smirked, "...inside the ring...in your own game".

Billy was on cloud nine. Seeing how agitated he had made her, it was time to finally twist the knife. Billy unwillingly pulled himself from her rear, his lips parting with a soft pop.

Stacy whipped her head back as she felt cold on her bare skin. Before she could react, Billy spoke.

"Your sparring partner...", he squinted his eyes, trying to recollect her name.

"...Linda...yeah it was Linda I guess...at least she knew how to throw a punch", Billy declared, each word laced with poison.

Stacy's eyes flew open, wide with shock. A feeble "What?" escaped her lips.

"I mean it's clear you are a winner in the looks department...", Billy ran his eye down over her athletic body, "...but your friend has more..."

Billy took a deliberate pause as he relished her anticipation.

"...guts"

Stacy whirled around, yanking up her shorts and panties. They bunched up awkwardly around her hips, but she paid it no heed.

Billy could feel the rage beneath her blank face as Stacy, while maintaining perfect eye contact, was rummaging in the shelf behind her. After what felt like an eternity, she managed to find a pair of boxing gloves.

A chill ran down Billy's spine. This was it.

Though struggling to put on the gloves, Stacy strutted towards him and placed her foot on his chest.

Before Billy could react, she pushed him down with sheer **** and plunged on his chest, effectively knocking out his breath.

"Take your words back", Stacy demanded in her grovelling tone.

Billy was too lost to hear what she said, his eyes glued to her fingers dancing frantically over the straps of her gloves.

His plan was unravelling itself, and Billy couldn't help but smile at his own luck.