Hannah Edwards, Ivan Ramirez, And Tyr in Boxing Breeze

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Every since their “match” Hannah and Tyr have been seen hanging out more and more, sometimes it was at a cafe or restaurant catching up with one another, sometimes it was exploring Japanese temples or historical sights, but more often than not it was at the gym where they would work out together or have a “spar” which is what they planned to do though there was one problem. “Why is there so many people here?” Hannah asked as they took in the unusually packed gym. Almost all the equipment and rings were being used by various patrons leaving them with very few options. “I know” Tyr said as she scanned the gym before noticing a familiar face among the crowd, Ivan Ramirez. Tyr quickly broke out into a jog toward him with Hannah following behind waving and smiling while calling his name.

[MR. Q]

"Hey Ivan!" Tyr exclaimed as she approached Ivan with a broad smile on her face. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder in a friendly gesture, drawing Hannah into the group.

"I'm here with Hannah, she's a friend I made in my debut," Tyr added with a sly grin, winking at Hannah. "We were hoping to get in a spar today but it looks like the gym is packed."

She looked around at the bustling atmosphere, noting the long lines for equipment and the numerous fighters occupying the rings.

"Maybe we could find an empty room or something to get in a quick round or two?" She suggested, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She always liked sparring with Ivan.

Which always ends with her getting railed and fucked silly.

"So talk with Hannah for a bit while I try to find a private ring." Before Ivan can respond, his fellow boxer already left to the receptionist.

Ivan turned to face Hannah as Tyr introduced them, his expression softening slightly into a polite nod. "Hiya, nice to meet ya," he murmured, extending a calloused hand for a brief handshake. Despite Tyr's claims of Hannah being a friend, there was a lingering uncertainty in Ivan's demeanor - after all, he'd never met the older woman before. His eyes flicked briefly to Tyr, who is speaking to the receptionist.

In his experience, it was usually best to play it safe with strangers, especially those older than him. But with Tyr vouching for Hannah, Ivan supposed there wasn't much cause for alarm. Still, he found himself subconsciously holding his posture a bit more rigid, hands flexing unconsciously as he waited for Hannah's response.

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Hannah accepted his handshake feeling the rough callouses that littered his hand “Good to meet you too.” She responded happy to meet this Ivan that Tyr had mentioned in passing once or twice. As Tyr continued her conversation with receptionist Hannah had noticed Ivan’s nervousness and decided to break the Ice asking Ivan “So what brings you to the gym?” Ivan while keeping one eye on Hannah looked at the punching bags that were all occupied before letting out a sigh and saying “I wanted to brush up my striking but that probably isn’t happing anytime soon.” Which caused Hannah to look around at all the striking equipment. “Its all being used” Hannah thought “poor boy maybe I can help” before replying as she blushed “I could help with that if Tyr manages to get us a private ring. We could have a spar and I could be your “punching bag”. Don’t worry I’m quite the masochist.”

[MR. Q]

Ivan raises an eyebrow at Hannah's unexpected offer, his gaze narrowing slightly as he processes her words. Masochist, huh? He hadn't pegged the older woman as that type, but then again, he didn't know her well. Yet, the idea of using Hannah as a punching bag - getting to unleash his frustrations while she takes the hits - it's oddly appealing.

His lips curl into a faint smirk as he considers her proposal. "Alright, I'll take ya up on that offer," he agrees, his tone tinged with a hint of amusement. "Just hope ya can keep up." Ivan shifts his weight, rolling his shoulders in preparation for their potential sparring session.

"And thanks for the offer," he adds, his voice dropping to a lower register.

Tyr returned from the reception desk, a confident smile spreading across her face as she spotted Hannah and Ivan engaged in conversation. "All set!" she announced, gesturing towards a private room situated in a quieter area of the gym. "The staff sorted us out with our own space."

Tyr led the way, her strides purposeful as she unlocked the door and held it open for Hannah and Ivan to enter. The room was roughly ten out of ten, with a ring occupying the center and a set of benches lining the walls.

Turning to Hannah, Tyr offered a wink. "Don't worry, I'll make sure Ivan doesn't go easy on ya." She chuckled, her Irish accent adding a playful edge to her words. "Now, in the lockers." Tyr said, pushing older woman to the locker shower room to change into a proper attire. Seeing as they're gonna occupy the shower room, Ivan shrugged and began changing his clothes out in the open before entering the ring after grabbing some boxing gloves.

Meanwhile in the showers.

"Wanna spar in nude?" Tyr asked with the biggest shit eating grin.

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A blush immediately formed on Hannah’s cheeks at Tyr suggestion. “Naked?!” Hannah stammered out “Why?! And better yet can he be trusted not to put his…*ahem* junk in my vagina?” Hannah definitely couldn’t afford more children and even if she could the mental toll that would take may be the death of her and she just meet Ivan! She has no clue what he is like or if he would be a responsible parent!

[MR. Q]

Tyr's grin only widens at Hannah's flustered reaction, clearly amused by the older woman's discomfort. "Aw c'mon, where's yer sense of adventure?" Tyr teases, playfully booping Hannah on the nose. "An' don't worry 'bout Ivan, I've known 'im fer years (months). He may be a pervy lil shit but 'e's harmless enough."

Tyr steps closer, her voice lowering conspiratorially as she places a hand on Hannah's hip. "Besides, yer a grown-ass woman. Don'tcha want ta experience a lil fun now an' then?" Her other hand trails up Hannah's side, fingertips grazing the underside of her breast. "Who knows, might be just what ya need ta unwind."

Tyr leans in, her breath hot against Hannah's ear. "An' if yer worried 'bout pregnancy..." Tyr's hand dips lower, cupping Hannah's sex possessively. "...well, I've gotcha covered there, don't I? Them birth control pills o' yers, hmm?" Tyr punctuates her point by grinding her palm against Hannah's clothed mound.

Meanwhile, Ivan finishes fitting the gloves on his hands and now waiting for the two.

What's taking them so long, he wonders.

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Hannah turned red as a tomato at Tyr’s teasing and groping but she understood her friend had good intentions and maybe she was right that she needed to have a little fun, plus the birth control pills would remove almost all the risks this had. So begrudgingly she signed and said “sure I’ll do it” Tyr smiled handed her two white pills then left to talk with Ivan leaving Hannah to undress, swallow one of the pills keeping the other tucked under her tongue, and put on her gloves.

[MR. Q]

As Tyr exits the shower room, she begins to strip naked in full view of Ivan, revealing her toned body inch by tantalizing inch. Her perky breasts bounce free as she shimmies out of her sports bra, nipples already pebbled with arousal. Sliding her shorts down smooth legs, she kicks them aside, leaving herself completely exposed. The trimmed blonde hair at the apex of her thighs glistens with evidence of her excitement.

Spoiler

"Hey Ivan, like what ya see?" Tyr purrs, doing a little twirl for him before sauntering over to where he stands outside the ring. She reaches out to run a finger down his chest, nails grazing lightly over his skin. "You know, as ref, I'm duty bound to make sure both fighters are fully prepared." Tyr's hand dips lower, brushing over the growing bulge in Ivan's shorts. "Maybe ya need a little pre-fight motivation, hmm?"

Tyr kneels down, eye level with Ivan's crotch. She nuzzles against him, warm breath seeping through the fabric as she looks up at him with smoldering green eyes. "Whaddya say, Ivan? Let me worship that gorgeous cock of yours 'fore the fight starts proper." Her tongue peeks out to trace the outline of his shaft through the thin material, leaving a damp patch behind.

Ivan blinked in surprise as Tyr began to undress right in front of him, his eyes roaming over her exposed body despite himself. The confusion in his expression was clear, but he didn't stop her, allowing Tyr to grope and tease him with growing interest.

As she knelt before him, Ivan let out a soft grunt, hips shifting involuntarily as Tyr's tongue traced his cock through his shorts. "Tyr, what the fuck are ya doin'?" he muttered, even as his member began to harden under her ministrations. Her words sent a shiver down his spine - worship? Worship his cock? The idea was... thrilling.

"What 'bout Hannah?" Ivan asked, glancing towards the showers with a furrowed brow, even as his hand came to rest on the back of Tyr's head. He could tell Tyr was up to something, but damned if he knew what. Still, with her mouth so close to his aching dick, Ivan found himself losing interest in questioning her further.

"Fuck it," he growled, tugging his shorts down to free his erection. It bobbed heavily in front of Tyr's face, thick and hard and leaking with need. "Have at it then."

Tyr's eyes lit up with desire as Ivan freed his impressive cock, the 7-inch length throbbing mere inches from her face. Her mouth watered at the sight, already imagining the sensation of that thick shaft stretching her throat.

Without hesitation, Tyr leaned in and ran her tongue along the underside of Ivan's cock, from base to tip, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. She flicked the swollen head teasingly before taking him into her hot mouth, her lips stretching around his girth as she began to suck.

Tyr bobbed her head, taking Ivan deeper each time, determined to prove she could handle his size. Her tongue swirled around him skillfully as she gagged and choked, tears springing to her eyes as he hit the back of her throat. But she didn't stop, driven by the need to pleasure him.

Her hand came up to fondle his heavy balls, rolling them gently in their sack as she continued to suck him off. All the while, moans of delight vibrated around Ivan's cock, adding to the incredible sensations.

Both perverts enjoyed themselves for now while waiting for Hannah.

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After finishing getting naked and getting her gloves on Hannah walked into the gym…and Tyr and Ivan’s *ahem* pre match ritual. Face turning red as a tomato Hannah quickly closed the door before sighing and walking back to her clothes to get her phone. Grabbing it and Texting her babysitter to see how things were going as Tyr and Ivan continued their fun. After waiting for about 10 minutes Hannah entered the gym again to see Ivan and Tyr standing in the ring waiting for her. The only evidence of their sexual encounter was Tyr’s juices on the floor.

[MR. Q]

Tyr wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a satisfied smirk on her face as she stepped back into the ring. Ivan stood opposite her, looking flushed and a bit dazed but also eager to get the fight started.

Spotting Hannah enter, Tyr called out cheerfully, "Oi Hannah, there ya are! Hope ye didn't keep us waitin' too long, love." Tyr winked, knowing full well that Hannah had caught them in the act. There was no real need to hide it now.

Moving to the center of the ring, Tyr raised her arms and shouted, "Alright then, let's get this show on the road! Ivan and Hannah in corner 1, ready to throw down! Remember, folks, there's no official winner or loser here, just a couple o' friends havin' a bit o' friendly fun!"

Ivan looked down at his naked body, suddenly realizing the unusual circumstance they were all in. He glanced over at Hannah, noting her red face and nervous energy, and felt a flicker of guilt for the way they started things. "Hey, Tyr," Ivan called out, raising a hand to stop her speech. "Why exactly are we all naked again? I thought we were just gonna spar."

He shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the lingering tingles from Tyr's blowjob. "Not that I'm complaining," Ivan added hastily, shooting a glance at Hannah. "But this ain't how we usually do things, yeah? No offense meant to ya, Hannah, just wanna be sure everyone's comfy and knows what's goin' on here."

Tyr's lips curled into a mischievous grin as Ivan questioned their state of undress. Without warning, she lashed out with a swift kick, her bare foot connecting solidly with Ivan's shin. "Ow! Fuck!" he yelped, hopping back with a scowl.

"Aw c'mon, Ivan, don't be such a party pooper!" Tyr laughed, shaking out her stinging foot. "It's a private match, ain't no rules! Besides..." She moved closer, crowding into Ivan's space as she spoke quietly. "Didn't seem like ye were complainin' a minute ago when I had yer cock down me throat."

Turning to address Hannah, Tyr called out, "An' you, darlin', wanted ta be our lil' punching bag, right? Well, here ya go!" Tyr gestured to Ivan. "So whaddya say, are we fightin' or what? Everyone in the center ring now!"