Fantasy boxing (pt. 1)

Daisy was panting, desperately trying to catch her breath. She could sense the hunger in Billy's eyes. He already had developed a taste for her lips and now yearned for more.

They had been making out longer than either one of them wished to admit. Each huff of Daisy's soft, tangy breath was titillating his painfully erect cock.

The stale locker room air lingered around them, mixed with the scent emanating from Daisy's soaked shorts. This raw concoction had flipped Billy's switch, compelling him to act on his urges.

He grabbed her hips and forcibly pulled her once again, making Daisy wince in pain.

In such an aroused state, Billy wasn't keeping his strength in check, and Daisy realized that.

She knew exactly how to leash such feral beasts. Without wasting a moment, she placed her knee between Billy's semi-parted legs and pressed her thigh slightly against his massive bulge.

The caress of her soft thigh made Billy gasp audibly as he jerked his head behind. Before he could snatch his hands away from her hips, Daisy grasped them in place.

She grinned at Billy's reaction. Standing on her toes, she stretched herself to come close to his ear. This made her leg rub accidentally against his tent again, making Billy's eyes roll into his head.

Her hero was now putty in her hands.

"Billy...I can see how **** you are...", Daisy whispered sensually, cueing him with her gaze.

Billy understood she was signalling at his comically throbbing dick. The discomposure on his face made Daisy giggle.

She playfully cupped his bulge, making sure to apply just the right amount of pressure.

"...I'm not a fool...I know exactly what you two were up to... "

She inched further, her lips almost brushing his.

"...I know your weakness, Billy...", she spoke in a hushed tone.

Billy gulped. How in the hell did she know about his...fetish?

Daisy, completely ignoring his flustered face, continued.

"...all this boxing...all your triumphs...anybody in your place can develop this...how should I put it...", Daisy paused.

She narrowed her eyes, trying to think of a word to describe Billy's condition. After reaching a satisfactory conclusion, she continued.

"...let's just call it a 'kink'..."

Billy was sweating profusely. How did she figure it all out? How could she know he had a knockout fetish? Had his face given it away?

"...you love boxing roleplays...don't you, Billy?..."

It took Billy's damaged brain some time to let her words sink in. And when they did, he felt relieved. After all, she had deduced it all wrong.

Daisy, on the other hand, had a smug look on her face. From her perspective, she had successfully figured out her hero's fantasy. Of course, she was correct. Why else would he have made Sally wear a boxing glove?

Billy somehow contained his laughter. This busty bimbo dared to think that she had figured him all out. It was pathetic yet funny. But there was one thing he had to give her due credit...

...she was experienced in the art of 'teasing'.

Although Daisy had met Billy for the first time, she hadn't wasted any time and swiftly began to entice him inside the closet. Each nudge from her finger was to tantalize Billy and make him crave her body.

Every whiff of her breath was intentional, giving Billy just enough to drool over her perfect lips. It was quite amusing for Daisy, seeing his nostrils flare for her scent.

She had made her pheromones take over his mind.

To top it all off was the kiss itself. Without giving him any moment to think, she had stabbed his mouth with her tongue, slithering it inside like a wet dolphin.

Each twist and swivel of her snail-like tongue blurred Billy's awareness of his surroundings, making sure his mind was trained on her, and her alone. Her salty taste had heaved his senses with lust.

Billy's goosebumps-laden skin was a testament to the effectiveness of Daisys 'techniques'. The whole scenario leading up to the kiss was still spinning in his head like a movie reel.

Daisy snapped her fingers in front of Billy's glazed eyes, breaking his trance.

"...Earth to Billy...did my kiss 'knock' you out?...", she tittered childishly.

Billy gnashed his teeth. He was not liking her bossy tone.

"...It will take more than a kiss...", Billy replied, his voice giving away his carnal desire.

"...is that so Mr. Legend?...well...", all of a sudden, Daisy turned around and stepped out of the closet.

Without facing him, she continued.

"...what you are saying is...I 'can' knock the champion out...just not with a mere kiss...interesting..."

She peeked above her shoulder, sporting a mischievous grin.

Billy's heart fluttered for a moment as he pictured Daisy punching the 'champion' out of him. He immediately shook this thought off his head.

He stepped out of the closet and inched towards her. To prove his dominance, he made sure to press his bulge against her skirt-clad ass.

Shocked by Billy's impudence, Daisy's body turned to stone. What was he up to?

Billy bent forward, coming close to her ear and whispered.

"...so you want to 'knock' me out...huh?..."

Daisy, cleverly perceiving the playfulness of Billy's tone, turned around, making sure to brush her ass against his groin while doing so.

"...what if I say...", Daisy curled her arms around Billy's neck and pulled him down, bringing his lips closer to hers.

"...yes..."

She made sure to make her words sound as sensuous as possible. Billy's dick reacted accordingly, but went unnoticed, as Daisy was busy gazing into his eyes.

Billy growled as if getting ready to pounce on her. Daisy smirked at his reaction, still unable to digest that this was happening.

Billy, the club champ, was being conquered by her.

But she had yet to fulfil his deepest fantasy. She had to make the time Billy spent with her unforgettable.

"...ready for a knockout...Billy?...", Daisy released his neck and slammed her fist exaggeratedly on her palm, as if cueing him to get ready for the 'match'.

Billy's face paled for a moment.

Billy knew what she was up to. He paused for a second to think this through.

It wasn't surprising that getting knocked out by his novice mom had taken a toll on Billy's confidence. The very fact that he was having second thoughts about this mockery of a match was humiliating enough.

For an instant, Daisy sensed hesitation on Billy's face, but she wasn't convinced what she saw was true.

"Billy...are you...scared?...", Daisy almost jibed, trying to work him up.

Billy gulped. This wasn't happening. He won't let a bimbo cheerleader intimidate him. And she didn't even have any gloves. She was completely harmless.

Thus, in response to her 'question', Billy rocketed his lips towards hers as he grabbed her bubbly ass. Daisy's eyes widened and her heart quivered. She didn't expect such a reaction. The hesitation she had earlier seen on his face had vanished. Almost as if her eyes were playing tricks on her.

Billy wanted to get over his loser mentality. And making out with a hot cheerleader was a great confidence booster.

Billy began fondling her round butt. He pulled her skirt and snaked his fingers inside her panties. He was enjoying the warmth between her ass cheeks while his digit was prodding her swampy crack.

To say Billy and Daisy were kissing passionately was an understatement. The wet smacking of their lips was echoing through the empty locker room. Their wet tongues were jousting to get the upper hand. Both of their collective grunts could be heard right outside the door.

Billy could taste the day on Daisy's breath, which somehow made her lips more palatable. Moreover, her sticky chute was flexing around his probing digit.

The sensation of Billy's fingertip inside her dirty hole sent a shiver down Daisy's spine. The lust blooming inside her had taken over. She couldn't help but run her soft fingers through his grizzly hair, while her other hand was creeping towards his waistband.

Daisy slipped her fingers, ever so slowly, inside Billy's shorts. She was finger-walking her way towards his cock. As soon as she touched the base of his shaft, she paused. Just for that instant, she forgot to breathe.

This was it. A forbidden treasure that she had always desired. She was about to lay her hand on something other girls could only wish for.

Her naughty hand inched forward, finally taking hold of his dick.

A thousand thoughts came crashing down her perverted mind. Billy's meaty shaft was everything she had longed for and more. She could picture herself gobbling this thick piece of muscle down her throat as she felt a mesh of bulging veins on its surface.

Daisy eagerly wanted to pay her 'respect' to Billy's mighty cock. But there was this other 'task' which had to be done first.

Sliding out her hand carefully, Daisy gently pushed Billy away from her embrace. She could see the pain in Billy's eyes as she broke their kiss, which was swiftly replaced with a grin when she brought her fists up in, what she felt to be, a boxing stance.

"Ready for a knockout...champ?..."