Mixed boxing and mixed wrestling, 450 pictures 1920x1080 (Full HD), partially CFNM, no blood.

Siren, the Texas-Chinese beauty, was constantly looking for ways to “spice up” both her sex life and her other passion, her combat life (sometimes both at the same time). She had defeated Todd (gallery 800), and then experimented with her latest sex toy on him. She had fought him again briefly before beating him (gallery 803), and then filming while her friend, a Japanese-Texan, fought him and then inflicted her sex toy on him. Now she sought some other form of stimulation.

She was tall for a woman, and in fact stood taller than many men. The term “statuesque”, though a bit of a cliché, is nevertheless the best way to describe her. It encapsulates her perfectly, portraying the image of a woman who combined beauty, commanding height, and strength. She channelled this strength into her skills at wrestling and boxing (and sex).

A woman like this would naturally attract a lot of interest from certain men, so she decided to advertise. She described herself as an attractive woman, willing to take on any man in either wrestling or boxing. The advertisement included a handful of stills of her fight with Todd. Each one was cleverly chosen to show off her lovely figure. You saw her glove land on Todd’s chin in the background, with her sexy rear view in the foreground, in the first picture; in the second picture, side-on, her fist got him in his stomach, and his mouth opened in pain; picture number 3 showed her standing over his supine body and celebrating.

Naturally she hadn’t asked Todd’s permission, and she had made no attempt to disguise his face. She told him about her advertisement, and when he had a look at it, he was furious. Supposing someone he knew saw them? He imagined people laughing at him when he went shopping, or – worse – at work, where he was a department head.

Siren just shrugged her shoulders when he raised these objections. She pointed out that he could always sue her. Yes, well thanks very much! Then the pictures would be in the public domain, rather than in a special interest advertisement.

“I’ll tell you what I’ll do,” she offered. “I’m a fair-minded woman …”

“No you’re not.”

“Well no I’m not, okay. But on Saturday I’ve arranged to wrestle one fan, Matt, at 2 o’clock. Then I’ll be boxing another fan, Phillip, at 3. If you want, you can be the third man to fight me, say at 4 o’clock. If you win, I’ll change the pictures. If I win … well, you know by now how I enjoy myself after a victory. You can film my first two fights, and we’ll get one of those losers to film our fight.”

Todd accepted Siren’s offer, calculating that if she had just fought twice, she should be easier to beat. He felt quite optimistic as he filmed her warm-up exercises, and wanted to burst out laughing at the worried look on Matt’s face. There was certainly something comical about him, wearing shorts that looked like glorified white underpants. As for Siren, she looked great in her purple leotard – tall, beautiful, and dangerous. Seeming to read Todd’s mind, she went over and posed for him, and he made himself think about work to avoid getting aroused.

She returned to the middle of the ring for the fight to start, and locked up with Matt. Straight away he was impressed, and daunted, by her strong grip, and he thought she would be able to overpower him. But she had other ideas, and suddenly hooked her left arm around his neck.

Siren liked to tease her male opponents. She knew they found it disconcerting, but at the same time stimulating, to be held fast against a woman’s body. So it was no coincidence that her headlock squashed the side of Matt’s face into her left breast. How could he concentrate on the fight with such a distraction?

On the other hand, she brought his mind back to it fast enough. Keeping the headlock, she seized his left wrist in her free hand, swung him up off his feet, and hip tossed him to the canvas. Even after that, Siren kept the headlock going, while locking his right arm between her knees. Matt’s face was a picture of torment while her powerful arm gripped his neck. “Give?” she asked, but he was silent.

“Very well,” she thought, and Matt gulped oxygen as she relinquished the hold. But it was only a brief reprieve, because she lay over him, locked his left arm and put him in a sort of angled head scissor. Then she opted for a more conventional reverse head scissor, lying in the classic 69 position. Taking hold of his wrists, she squeezed with her thighs. Matt had found her arms strong, in the lock up and the head lock, but facing her thighs (literally) was like going from the appetiser to the main course.

“Give?” she asked again, and this time he had to. She had him trapped between her thighs and up against her sex, and he would be suffocated if he didn’t. So he gratefully submitted, begging her to let go.

“Siren one, Matt nil,” she crowed, flexing her muscles and clenching her fists, posing for Todd and the camera. Matt didn’t mind. Lying on his back, it gave him a chance to recover. When he stood up, she left off posing, and joined him in the centre. Before they resumed, they looked at each other – Siren wearing her usual smile – and Matt had a twin thrill of excitement and fear, looking up at the powerful woman, an inch or two taller than he was.

Then they set to again, and proceeded to grapple. But Matt couldn’t fathom what the matter was with her. She appeared to be slipping, gradually collapsing. Had she spent everything in the first round? If so, then great! Just let her decline a bit more, then make your move, old son! Give her a few more moments, then … he was on his back, with her pinning him, schoolgirl-style. She had scooped him up by his left leg, and ignominiously dropped him onto the canvas.

Todd had a pang of jealousy as those hypnotic oriental eyes of Siren’s smiled down at her pinned victim. For his part, Matt averted his eyes from them – and found himself staring at her full, lovely breasts hovering about eighteen inches above him. Mesmerised, he didn’t seem to notice when she eased herself slightly to one side; but he noticed soon enough when she thrust her left arm around his neck and trapped his left arm over her shoulder in an arm triangle choke.

There was no hovering now. Her breasts were prodding his chest, vying for attention with her painful grip around his neck and her wrench on his arm. In this case the pain won, and when Matt gave a little cry, Siren thought it was time for her next move. She bundled him round, so he was facing away from her, and locked him in a body scissor.

Now it was the turn of his lower ribs and stomach to feel the pressure. By the time she had moved side-on to him, while keeping the scissor, he felt sure she must be cracking his ribs. Did he hear one just then, or did he imagine it? Then he definitely heard one. Siren heard it too.

“Give up?” she asked.

He did, willingly, and she stood over him to celebrate once more.

“Siren two, Matt nil,” she announced, posing for the camera.

Matt glanced over at her, holding her fist up and hamming it up, as he thought. At the same time, he had to admit to himself that she looked damn’ sexy in her triumph, though he hated it. He struggled up, groaning with the pain she had inflicted. As before, she returned to him once he was up, eager to continue, with her fists up and smiling as always, curse her.

“Very well,” he thought, “If she wants to play it that way…”

He lashed out with his left fist; she grabbed that wrist and palm struck him on the chin. It was so unexpected and powerful that it put him on the ropes. She was straight on him there, and seized him in a bearhug.

Once again, Todd wanted to laugh as Matt’s feet dangled a matter of inches above the canvas. Needless to say, Matt didn’t find it funny! While the Amazon’s fearsome arms were forcing the breath and resistance out of him, he caught sight of Todd filming them. “Bastard,” he thought to himself, observing his smile.

Siren dropped him back on his feet, and a second palm strike put him on his back. He expected her to put him in another hold, but instead she told him to “Get up and fight.” He obeyed, but she sent him straight down again, this time with a palm strike between the eyes.

Now she did follow him down. First, she locked his leg hideously, so it was about 270 degrees from the rest of his body, then she schoolgirl pinned him once more. It was one of those moments in mixed wrestling when the wrestling could have strayed into the erotic. Their most intimate body parts were separated merely by two wispy layers of material. Certainly Matt was keenly aware of this, gritting his teeth to avoid getting an erection.

Either Siren read his mind, or felt something stirring against her, because she slapped his face. Although it was quite a severe slap, from her point of view it was playful, and she laughed at his state. Then she turned him round, punched him in the head and told him to fight her, calling him “pussy” for good measure.

Kneeling over him, she grabbed his left arm and bent it backwards under her thigh, while pulling his head up in an echo of a camel clutch. She had weakened him so much that she was able to move him around as she chose. This time her particular choice was to lie underneath him while he faced the ceiling, and headlock (or choke) him.

“Give?” she asked. Seemingly angry when he didn’t reply – although he may not have been able to, given the pressure on his neck and throat – she repeated, “Give?” with more insistence.

He found his voice this time, although it came out in a thin gasp, asking her to let him “give”. This she happily did, because it enabled her to do some more of her beloved posing. First, she stood over him with her arms raised in victory, before placing her foot on his chest, and finally on his face. But she mustn’t leave the camera out. She did another close-up pose with her fists raised (while making sure the lens took in the fine curves of her body).

With a sigh she returned to Matt, sat on his face, counted to five, and declared him a “pussy”. At nine, she told him she had “kicked your ass.” Stating the obvious in spades, at ten she told him she had humiliated him.

Posing once more, she instructed Todd to make sure Matt was okay, because they would need him to film their fight. He obeyed and coaxed Matt up, to lead him to a dressing room and get him a drink of water. Now it was Phillip’s turn.

Todd caught up with them while they were warming up, and got the camera running again. Siren didn’t like Phillip, finding him arrogant. As if to confirm her thoughts, he told her he was going to “knock you out with one punch”, calling her “bitch”, which seemed almost compulsory after such a statement. Looking down at him from her superior height, she just laughed, while Todd called out, “Fight.”

Phillip fired a quick right at Siren, but she seemed to glide out of harm’s way. Undeterred, he swung a left hook – at nothing. He found her laughter as she ducked out of its path infuriating. Perhaps he was meant to. She was more like a magician than a boxer, he thought, when his left jab sailed through the air beside her ear and over her shoulder. And all the time she wore that smile, which was seriously getting on his nerves.

Tiring because of his wasted energy, he clinched, but she pushed him away. She feinted with her left, fooling him into warding it off, which left his face dangerously exposed. Bullseye! She got him on the jaw with a blistering right cross, and he was down and out, much to Todd’s delight, who realised his hands were shaking slightly while he filmed. Better not mess it up!

Siren stood and posed over her downed opponent, before doing the same for the camera. Then she returned to Phillip, who was coming round. She counted to three and said, “Hello Phillip.” At six, she told him she had knocked him out with ONE punch (which was most satisfying). “Phillip are you there?” she asked him at nine, then at ten she gloried in knocking him down and out again, before some more posing.

“Siren is a bitch,” muttered Phillip, perhaps unwisely.

Her response was to pull him to his feet, and smack a right uppercut into his jaw. The result was that he was back on the mat again, slumbering. Two knockouts in two punches was great, even by Siren’s standards!

When he came round, she sat on his face for a little lady-pleasuring. By the look of ecstasy on her face, he was better at that that he was at boxing, and when she got up, she thanked him for the “great time”. Then, posing once more, she told Todd to get his gloves.

Matt had revived enough to be able to film Siren’s and Todd’s fight. This time, Todd chose to be naked, and he joined her for the initial exercises. They touched gloves, Matt directed them to fight, and they proceeded to circle. They can only have gone round once before she got him on the chin with a solid left jab. Following up, she banged her right savagely into his ribs.

When Siren sent him spinning with a left hook, Matt began to enjoy himself. “You laughed at me, now it’s my turn,” he thought, deciding to buy the film afterwards, but fast forward to miss seeing his fight. He tutted as Todd clinched, playing for time. But Siren used her superior strength to walk him to the ropes during it.

The feel of them on his back surprised Todd, and he involuntarily let go of her – and her left fist stormed into his kidney. The burning and throbbing there seemed to travel in waves to the rest of his body, and his head went back while he grimaced with the pain. His head went even further back – beyond the top rope – with her next punch, a right uppercut. Matt caught her sexy rear view in the foreground, her fist landing in the middle ground, and Todd’s pained face stretching beyond the rope in the background. It was just like her advertisement picture. Yes, he would definitely buy the film!

Desperate, Todd clinched again. But Siren, eager to make progress, pushed him away, and went to the centre of the ring. There, she beckoned to him to join her. Oh well, he thought, it was better than being on the ropes. But was it? Because she got his tender chin straight away with a left jab; and Siren’s jabs were like most people’s crosses. Once again, his head jerked backwards.

Talking of crosses, she hammered one into his jaw with her right. Todd’s face betrayed alarm bordering on panic. This was compounded when she struck his chin with a glorious left uppercut. It was a vintage punch, that one, the sort that boxing commentators would show again and again, sometimes in slow motion, while becoming almost poetic in their description of it. To Matt’s delight, it put Todd on the canvas, although Siren wasn’t delighted. She urged him to get up and keep fighting.

She was on fire, and met him with a devastating, slightly curved right on his chin. This time, it wasn’t just his head that went back, but the whole upper half of his body. Matt was almost salivating as, once again, he got her fabulous rear view in the foreground, and her attack in the background.

There was no stopping the ferocious fighting woman, as her left fist struck Todd’s stomach. He seemed to fold over it, crumple even. It placed him perfectly for an uppercut. Well, it would be rude not to accept the invitation, so Siren crunched her right fist into his jaw. It made him dizzy, and she took a moment to observe him with amusement, hands on hips. When he recovered, she feinted with her left, then drove a right cross into his chin. That did it, and he went down like a skittle. Siren had scored a hat trick.

For once, Siren just counted him out with no commentary. She still did her posing though, and went over to Matt to get some close-up shots. Then she asked him to pass her something. Horrified, he realised it was a strap on, and she needed him to help her fasten it on her. Better do as she says!

Matt watched, fascinated and appalled, while he filmed her going over to Todd. He had just about come round, and she helped him to his feet, before commanding him to “stroke me now”. He complied, and Matt was astonished when she seemed to derive pleasure from it, just as a man does when a woman does that for him. “You are mine,” she told Todd, kissing him, and he agreed. Then she put him on his knees, made him suck the device, and she began whimpering with sexual pleasure.

After that, she placed him on all fours, and penetrated him from behind. He bit his glove at the pain. She pulled him up by the neck, maintaining the rhythm she had established, before making him kneel, but with his head down on the canvas. Still she continued thrusting, absolutely shouting with pleasure. (“I don’t think I’ll fight Siren again,” considered Matt.)

Satisfied at last, Siren put Matt in a reverse head scissor, face sitting him, and took his cock in her hands. She alternated between squeezing painfully and stroking tenderly. Feeling him begin to shake, she ordered him to “submit to Siren”. He obliged, and duly had an orgasm.

It was another victory, of sorts, and she stood over him, briefly posing. When he got up, they kissed again, before leaving the ring, hand in hand.