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Sunday, June 11, 2017

Karen - Month 5

My girlfriend Karen is stronger than I am. But she wasn’t always that way; this is a series of stories about how she got that way. Month 5 I woke up the next morning before Karen did. I rolled over and saw her sleeping. She was naked and had tossed the blanket off of herself. Even while she was asleep, I could see the tightness and hardness in her shoulders and back. She was so beautiful, her body was a piece of iron with feminine curves, I was blessed. I rolled over and kissed her. “Good morning sexy girl,” I said to her, “you look fabulous, even in the morning.” Karen rolled over the smiled at me, reaching her arms around me and holding me. “I love you sweetie,” she said, “last night was amazing.” She smiled at me, the smile changing from genuine to coy. “Were you really that turned on after I beat you last night, was that why you were so big and hard and came like a gallon inside me?” I looked at her in bed, studying her taunt body. Even after she’d been awake for a minute, her body looked ready for action, tight and toned, strong, sexy. “Um, I think I beat you last night dear,” I replied. “Although you claim that it isn’t going to happen again.” The look on her face changed a bit, from coy to slightly serious. “Oh you don’t think I’m going to beat you huh?” she said to me, a bit more serious. “Mark please. I’m getting stronger by the week, you’re just working. Gimme another 2 months and I’m going to own your ass whenever I feel like it. Hang onto to what you’ve got while you’ve got it!” She looked at me and smiled her coy smile, winking as she puffed her shoulders up towards me in bed. Even in bed, her naked body looked hard and strong. “Whatever,” I said to her. “Another 2 months, whatever.” She looked at me again, more serious this time. “Alright then sweetheart,” she said. “If you really want to be embarrassed, it’s on, right now, today. I’m going to prove to you who’s stronger.” Karen jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. She came back in a second. “Here’s what we’re going to do. You and I are going to do some normal exercises, some stuff, you know, any real man who can beat his whittle soft girlfriend can do, and then we’ll wrestle. You’re going down big man, this whittle girl is going to beat you.” I got up and followed her into her sunroom, where all her weights are. “First we stretch out Mark, I don’t want you getting sore on account of anything other than me teaching you to respect your ripped girlfriend. We’re not going to do anything with actual weights, we’ll just do some calisthenics. I can probably prove my point in about 15 minutes. Get ready to eat some words big man,” she said to me. We stretched out for awhile, then she looked at me. “First we’ll do some pushups. How many do you think you can do Mark?” she said. “Do you think you have 2 dozen in you?” “I don’t know,” I replied, “we’ll have to see.” “Yeah we will,” Karen said. “We’re going to see me do more than you.” She flexed her shoulders for me and got down on the ground. We began doing pushups, standard pushups, no cheating or anything like that. I had to concentrate, but I glanced over a few times and watched Karen as she was doing hers. She was moving at a fairly slow but very uniform pace, each pushup was down nearly to the ground, and back up all the way, slowly, with consistent breathing. I was trying to do mine as well, I lost count of mine after 10. After probably about 15 or so, my shoulders began to hurt and my back was getting sore, my form loosened up and I began to push harder to get back up. I stopped after probably about 22. I looked over and watched Karen, who was still doing the same thing, up and down, slowly and surely, up and down. I looked at the muscles popping off her back, her lats were standing out visibly, and her triceps looked like little horseshoes on her arms. She was thin, but her back and arms were exploding with tight balls of muscle. My cock got huge. As I watched her, and counted, I got to 30, then 35. I took me a second to think that she had done 35 after I had stopped, she must have done nearly 50 total, all in one set, one after another with no break. I couldn’t imagine the burn her arms must be feeling. She stopped and looked at me. “I could have done more, but that was enough, don’t you think?” she said, smiling. “I think 55 is enough for one sitting, although last week at the gym I did more. Is that enough Mark, or do you want more? I can do more than twice as many pushups as you, and if I may say so, my form is strict as fuck compared to yours.” “That proves what?” I said to her. “That you can do some pushups, more than me? I hope you can, you’ve been doing it regularly sweetie, and you weigh a lot less than I do.” Karen looked at me and smiled. “OK, if that’s what you want dear,” she said. “Hopefully after a couple more you’ll see what I mean, you’re doing this to yourself, keep that in mind.” She walked over to the wall and cleared away a couple small balance balls. “OK get over here sweetie,” she said to me, “we’re going to do some wall sits.” I remembered hating these things from gym class, where you put your back flat against a wall and pretend you are sitting on a chair, and see how long you can stay there. “Let’s go,” she said to me. She looked at the clock up on the wall. This was something I was not good at, and never had been. In less than 45 seconds my hamstrings were burning and the part of my quad right around my knee was burning too. After barely a minute, I fell forward, almost unable to catch myself, my legs were burnt. Karen looked at me. “Stephanie would have a day with you,” she said to me, smiling, “I only got away with that type of stuff the first week or two, damn Mark.” She stopped talking and closed her eyes, breathing rhythmically. I reached over and touched her leg about 1 minute in, it was like touching a rock. She smiled at me, coyly. “I see your eyes, you feel how hard those are. Yours might be bigger, but they’re softer than mine. And that’s only going to get better for me.” Her legs began to quiver slightly after 2 minutes, she finally slumped down against the wall at about 2:45 or so. “OK, two down,” she said, smiling again. “Are you getting nervous yet, Mark?” I looked her up and down, and didn’t feel nervous, but didn’t feel as confident as I thought I was going to, either. She walked over and grabbed two 15# kettlebells. “OK, so I lied, we will use weights, but just a little one, and I’ll use the same weight as you, to make it fair, alright?” My man pride was starting to get a little tarnished. “OK, but I should probably use something heavier than this.” She looked at me and smiled, again. “Nope, that’s the point, I weigh about 60# less than you, but I’m going to use the same weight, just to prove my point. We’re going to sit on my yoga mats, lift our legs up, and do Russian twists with the kettle bell.” She demonstrated holding her upper body up with her abs, lifting her feet off the floor, and moving the kettlebell from her left to right side, without putting it down. “We’ll just go until failure. I’m going to do at least 20 more than you are, trust me.” “Whatever,” I replied. I ate my words almost immediately. How was this possible? I was on rep 25 and was huffing and puffing, she was next to me and it didn’t look like she’d broken a sweat! I gave up at 40, she stopped at 70, her facial expression one of utter calm and little effort. “I told you, Mark. You need to listen to me. We did bodyweight exercises, pound for pound strength, and I just beat your ass!” She walked over to her floor length mirror. “Get over here and stand next to me, how does it feel?” I walked over and stood next to her so we were side by side in the mirror, she was in her sports bra and short shorts, I was shirtless with a pair of gym shorts on. We hadn’t done too much, but you could already see her entire upper body was pumped up from the pushups, her abs stood out in sharp relief from her midsection. “Pretty sure one of us looks tougher,” she said as she winked and smiled at me. “Remember too, we’re gonna do this and then wrestle. Yeah, sure I can do more pushups than you, I’m stronger pound for pound, duh. But I’m going to show you that I’m stronger absolutely, too.” “Uh huh, right,” I said, but secretly was getting a little nervous. She was standing in front of the mirror, looking hard, fresh, and ready. I looked OK, but I felt tired. We proceeded to do pullups, where I managed 8, and she did 18. Then burpees, and I have no idea how many we both did, but she did a lot more than I did. Then we repeated the entire pushup, wallsit, Russian twist, pullup, burpee circuit. Two more times. By the end of the third, I was wiped, utterly exhausted. I looked at the clock and it’d been 20 minutes. “OK, are you ready, honey?” she said to me with a grin. “Now’s your chance to prove your stronger.” “Yeah, right, what am I supposed to do?” I asked her, somewhat confused. “Wrestle with you?” “Yeah, kinda, but we can do one of two things, either you try and pin me, or just get me on the ground, or you try and keep me from getting you on the ground such that you can’t get up. I’m down for whatever, Mark, because I’m going to win either way. Look in the mirror, tell me I’m wrong.” I looked in the mirror, and she wasn’t wrong. My muscles were pumped up at this point, too, but I swear you could see the exhaustion in them. I looked over at her, and she had this glisten of sweat on her skin, but she looked fresh and ready to go. Her boobs were almost looked fake on her chest, you could see a faint line between her pecs, and certainly see them from the side as they lead up to her shoulders. Her shoulders were capped, and looked huge on her 5’4” frame. Her quads were rippling as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Her arms were full of blood from all the pullups and pushups we’d done, and looked huge. My girl was fucking jacked, and the look in her eyes would have been intimidating as hell if she was actually mad at me. She stared at me in the mirror, kept that cool eye contact, then turned and looked up at me. In one motion she turned her body, moved it into mine, and pushed up against me with her chest. She said in a low voice “Look at me, Mark. I want you to look at me, look at how strong I am. This is what you wanted, this is all because of you. You got what you wanted. Look at my body, look how hard it is, touch it, feel how hard my chest and arms are.” She pushed my hand against her right arm, and flexed her tricep. Then, before I could react, she pushed me against the wall and grabbed me. “Tell me how strong I am. Tell me this is what you want, tell me you want me to be this strong, tell me how sexy it is that I’m this strong.” I hesitated for a split second. “TELL ME!” she screamed, and pulled both my arms down. It looked like she had put very little effort in, but I came right down. Karen was right. I’m 6’0” and 190#, she’s 5’4” and 125-130, and she stronger than I am. “I asked you which you wanted and you didn’t say, so we’ll do both, because I don’t ever want you to doubt me again about this,” she said in a low and commanding voice. “Ever.” She grabbed me again and pushed me to the ground. In one motion, I was on my back, she was on top of me. She slid her legs down around mine and intertwined them. At once, she flexed both her legs, and my legs were completely immobile. “Round one. Your move, Mark. Try to get out from under me.” I tried to move my legs but everytime, she’d flex hers and mine were completely stuck, it was like having iron twisted around my legs. I couldn’t move them at all. She noticed me trying. “I told you,” she said. She leaned down and kissed me, roughly, biting my lip. I tried to kiss back and she pulled away. “No, you need to earn that. Try again, try to move, use your arms this time.” I thought this would be easier, but it was the same. I tried to move my arms, she immediately stiffened her arms and mine were locked in place. I was literally powerless against a woman 8 inches shorter and 60# lighter than me. Her body was like pure steel. I’d never felt so simultaneously turned on and embarrassed ever in my lift. She looked down at me, smiling cooly. “You can kiss me, now that I’ve shown you that I’m in charge, now, and whenever I feel like it.” She leaned down and put her mouth next to my ear. “But first, I want you to tell me how sexy this is, tell me how sexy it is that you’re trying, really trying to get free, and you can’t. Tell me, Mark, say “Karen, I love that you’re stronger than me, I love that you can hold me down. You’re right, you are stronger now, I was wrong the entire time.”” I stood idle for a split second. She looked at me, a flash of distaste crossed her face, and she flexed her entire body. My body was instantly slammed against the ground. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make it clear to me what was going on. “Say it, Mark. Tell me that I’m sexy because I’m strong. This is what you wanted, this is what you asked for.” “I love it, Karen. I’m trying to get out from under you but I can’t, I’m powerless under you, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” “Good,” she said with a smile. She let go of one arm. “Because you admitted it, you can touch me with your now free arm. Run your hands along my chest, you’ve been starting at it this whole time. Touch it, feel how hard it is, touch my arms. You want to, I know you do.” I did want to, and I did. She pushed herself down close to my face. “Lick my shoulder, like my arms, and tell me how sexy it is, do it, now.” I took her shoulder and the edge of her left pec in my mouth, then licked her arms, slowly. At some point my shorts had come off. I’d been licking her for about 30 seconds, and without even really noticing or feeling it coming on, I came all over her stomach. She looked down and smiled at me. “Good, that’s what I want to see. You can’t control yourself, but I can control you. Perfect. Now, we do round two. I’m going to let you go, you’re going to get up, and you’re going to try and get me on the ground. You won’t be able to, but I want you to try. I want you to know firsthand that not only can I dominate you whenever I want to, you can’t dominate me, no matter how hard you try. And I did try, and there was no way I could get her to stay on the ground. I tried to grab her ankle and fold her leg back, but she effortlessly flexed her quad and broke my grip. We were both on our knees, I pushed my shoulder into her, and she just laughed, and pushed me back. “Good grief, gimme a break. My lower body smokes yours, that’s not going to work. But, here, I’ll give you a free one. Come here, you big sexy man.” She laid down on the ground and motioned for me to get on top of her. “Now just keep me down here, how hard can that be, right, Mark? You said you had this, right?” Before she finished talking, before I could blink, she’d pushed my arm aside and slid out. She looked at me and laughed. “We’ll try that again, and watch this.” I got on top of her again, pinned her arms to the floor. She chuckled, and against all the force I could muster, she pushed my arms up, then pushed them against the sides of my body, so I was still on top of her, but she had me pinned. From below. In a split second she had her arms around me, and squeezed me tightly. “Look in my eyes, Mark. LOOK AT ME.” I looked deep into her perfect brown eyes. “I think we can be done. I just wanted to show you that if I want to be in charge, I’m in charge, and that’s how it goes. But I don’t always want to be in charge. Right now, I want you to fuck me doggy style. I want you to look at my back and legs and arms while you’re fucking me. I want you to see the body that can own you at will, see it in action.” I had just cum 20 minutes before that, but I was instantly hard again. We proceeded to fuck like animals. After the workout we’d done and the one sided wrestling match, Karen’s entire body was jacked, her shoulders and traps were practically exploding off her back. Her hamstrings jumped off her legs. “Tell me how sexy I am, Mark. I want to hear you say it. I did this for you, tell me how sexy I am, how muscular I am. Say it. Say “Karen, your muscles are so hot, I want to fuck you all the time.”” I readily complied. “Karen, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I want to lick your whole body, I want to rub your body and feel how hard it is. I want to watch you do pullups. I want to fuck you everyday.” “Good,” she replied. “That’s good because that’s what I want, too, Mark. But right now, I want you to cum for me.” She arched her back and her entire body burst to life. “Cum for me, Mark. Cum for me, I’m flexing for you.”

Tuesday, March 19, 2013


No update in a long time, or rather, no more stories. My last update was to say there were 2063 pageviews on my hitcounter. Well, after looking at blogger analytics, and posting my stuff on a few venerable forums and archives of FBB stories, my total number of pageviews is a whopping 25,000 PLUS. DAMN. I AM HUMBLED. Thanks to everyone who continues to read my work. I really appreciate it. Please contact me via email with any questions or requests. I'm open to the idea of commissions and things like that. Details can be worked out, but please, send requests my way. Oh, and, more stories on the way, true believer.

Monday, March 15, 2010


Just what it says. More stories on the way, true believer.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

A bookshelf of my very own.

I have my own bookshelf at Diana The Valkyrie.

Thanks a lot, everyone, for reading my stories.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010


Two days after submission, my latest stories are the top two viewed stories on Diana the Valkyrie's website, with nearly 1500 hits each.

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Sunday, February 14, 2010

Stephanie II

This is chapter two of the encounter between myself and Stephanie, my girlfriend's personal trainer.

Stephanie and I drove back to Karen’s condo in silence. Here I am, being driven home by my girl’s trainer, after she’s just grabbed my junk and forced herself on me. I thought to myself, Karen must know about this, right. “Stephan – “ I started. “Mark, shut your mouth,” she said, cutting me off. “No talking. I’m thinking about what we’re going to do, don’t make me lose focus. You don’t want to make me lose focus, it’ll make me angry. You don’t want that, Mark.” God, the intensity in this woman was frightening. It was exhilarating at the same time, but scary, too.

We got to Karen’s condo quickly. Stephanie grabbed her bag out of the back seat, threw on a hoodie, grabbed my bag, and walked inside. Stephanie stood facing me in Karen’s living room. “Stephanie, where’s Karen? What’s going on? This is all fucked up, what’s going on?” Stephanie stared me down, and smiled. “Don’t worry, Mark, because it’s not really up to you,” Stephanie said to me. “Karen told me to pick you up from the airport, she told me to bring you back to her condo. Last month she told me that you thought my body was sexy, and she told me to bring you back here and videotape you worshiping my body.” “I don’t believe you,” I said to her. “I told you I wanted to call her, this is really freaky Stephanie, what the fuck?” “Wow,” Stephanie said. “You are so lucky, Karen knows you so well. She told me to do it this way, because you’d be uptight like this, and it’ll be much better video.” She stared at me.

She walked towards me, eyes on my eyes the entire time. Her stare was intense, and intimidating. I had seen her body once before, and unless it looked completely different, Stephanie and I both knew she could make short work of me if she wanted to. As she walked towards me she pulled her tear away pants off, revealing her legs. She kept staring at me as she walked towards me. Stephanie was ripped to shreds. She wasn’t very bulky, but her entire body was tight and toned; I remember the separations in her legs, arms, shoulders, and abs being stark. Veins ran up and down her body like little cables. Stephanie wasn’t bulky like a heavy bodybuilder, but her body was all muscle, intimidating, and sexy as hell.

I looked down at my cock, growing and bulging at the thought of what was probably about to happen, and then stared at her legs. Her legs were cut to pieces; her quads bulged out near her waist and tapered down like triangles towards her knees. I could see lines running through them, they snapped with each slow step she took. “You think your girlfriend’s legs are strong?” Stephanie barked at me. “She and I lift together all the time Mark. Karen is stronger than you, but I put her ass to shame with a squat bar and on a hip sled. My legs could crack your ribs Mark, easily.”

I swallowed hard at the thought of that. There really wasn’t much I could do. Stephanie was stronger than I was, and looked determined to do whatever it was she was going to do. The determination and confidence in her eyes was powerful, and eerie. “Are you thinking about it more?” she said to me, “are you realizing there isn’t anything you can do but worship my powerful body? What are you going to do Mark, run away from me? I’ll catch you for sure, and, do you really want to? Karen told me that you thought I was sexy, don’t you want to feel my muscles up close, lick them, suck on my nipples while I bounce my tits for you? I’m going to wrap my legs around you and squeeze you, big guy. Your arms are bigger than mine, but don’t be deceived, I’m stronger than you. Do you think you can beat me in armwrestling? I’ll let you use both arms if one of yours isn’t enough.”

Stephanie smiled as she continued to stare me down. “Yeah, sweetie. Keep thinking about you worshiping my body. I’m no novice at this sort of thing, Mark,” she said, smiling. “We’re going to start with a little education. I’m going to show you how much stronger, harder, and tougher I am. When you’re all tired and run down, and I’m still ready for more, you’re going to make me bellow. And it’s all going to be on camera.”

She took a step towards me, and pulled her hoodie over her head to take it off. As soon as she had it over her head, I turned and reached quickly for my phone. She pulled her hoodie off and looked right at me. “I turn around for a second and off you go, huh? OK, fine.” She walked towards me until we were inches apart, and pushed me backwards, towards the living room wall. She roughly pushed me up against the wall, using one hand to hold me in place, and grabbing my right wrist with the other hand. She squeezed my wrist; her hand was like a vice. “Drop the phone, Mark, now.” She was so strong; there wasn’t anything I could do to resist. She grabbed my crotch, hard, squeezing everything down there. I winced visibly, her hands were small, but really strong. “DON’T do that again, Mark,” she said to me, flatly. “You’re not calling Karen. You’re not calling anyone. You’re not going anywhere. I’m going to go turn on the camera, and so help me god if you try to do something stupid, well, trust me I will beat the fuck out of you. And then I’ll make you worship me anyway.”

She let go of my balls and took a step back. “See how easy that was, sweetheart? I threw you up against the wall, was there ever a point where you could have done anything other than move backwards?” She looked at me. “WAS THERE?” I looked back at her. “No, there wasn’t, Stephanie,” I said, looking at her, swallowing hard. “You’re damn right there wasn’t, Mark. That’s the first thing you’ve learned today. When you’re with me, I’m the boss, period. I used to do powerlifting for fun, when I was younger. My chest and back don’t aren’t that huge, but that clearly doesn’t matter, does it little man. I’m half your size, and my pecs would crush yours.” She took a step back, flexed her pecs. Under the tight workout clothing she was wearing, her chest bounced to life. She pounded her fists against them, one after another. Her entire arm bunched up as she hit her pecs, but her pecs absorbed each blow without budging.

“Now we learn more, Mark. You’re a guy, you’re supposed to have this big burly chest that little girls like me just love. Well, not today. My chest is bigger and stronger than yours, and you’re going to learn that, right now. Punch your own pecs, Mark, do it, just like I did.” I flexed my chest, and hit myself. It hurt. “Do it again, pussy,” Stephanie said to me. “Harder this time, when you take your shirt off there’d better be a mark, Mark.” I did it again, harder this time. “Good,” she said. “Now I want you to hit my chest, hard. Do it. I can take it, don’t worry tough guy.” I hit her chest, and my fists just bounced off it, again and again. “Now it’s my turn,” she said. She closed her palm and hit my chest. It didn’t look like she put that much effort in, but it hurt. Bad. I stepped back. “See, honey?” She said to me. “My chest can take it, again and again. I hit you once, and you stepped back.” She stared up and me and smiled, and bounced her pecs a couple times, giggling. “I hope you appreciate this, Mark. I really do. I know it’s hard the first time, this time, but trust me, when I’m done with Karen, this is what you’re going to get, all the time. So, it’s going to hurt a little, the first couple times, but anything good does, right? When I’m done with Karen, she’s going to be the hottest, strongest, most sex crazed woman you’ll ever meet, and she’s going to be all yours.”

Stephanie I

This is the first in a several chapter story about an encounter between my girlfriend's personal trainer Stephanie, and myself.

I was tired as I waited for Karen to come pick me up from the airport. She had called to say she was going to be a bit late, but she was a good twenty minutes later than she’d said, and hadn’t replied to the text I’d just sent her. It was getting darker, and fuck, I was tired. “Hey, Mark, over here!” a voice yelled from behind me. I turned around, and saw Stephanie, Karen’s trainer, waving her hand and walking towards me. “Mark, hey! Karen told you I was coming to get you, right? She’s running late, and my last client canceled, so I said I’d come and get you.” “Oh, hi Stephanie,” I said. “Karen didn’t tell me, but that’s fine. Let’s get back to her place, I’m tired.” “OK, sure Mark,” Stephanie said. “You’re tired. Let me grab your bags for you.”

Before I could say anything, Stephanie grabbed my checked bag with one hand and lifted it up. It was large, but it looked like it weighed 5# in her hands. God, she was so strong. Even fully clothed, I could see power in her body, as she moved her body exuded strength and power. Her arms were smaller than mine, obviously, but handled the bag with a smooth steadiness that I know my arms couldn’t muster, I could see the bump from her triceps, and her delts popped out of the tight shirt she was wearing. I hadn’t seen Stephanie other than the one time I had met her prior, but Karen always talked about her, about how intense and focused Stephanie was, and how much Karen wanted her body to be like Stephanie’s body. Karen said Stephanie had the perfect body; she was strong but not very large, “a pound for pound killer,” Karen had said, on more on than one occasion. I looked at Stephanie’s ass bouncing back and forth as she walked in front of me through the parking lot, and thought of it being Karen’s ass, bouncing in front of me, as she effortlessly carried my heavy bag to the car. My dick flickered a little at the thought.

We got back to her car; she had a new looking Acura Coupe. Her car was sleek, sexy, and looked powerful, just like she did. God, I needed to stop myself for a minute. “Nice car,” I said to her. She turned as she was putting the bag into the trunk, “yeah? Thanks. I like it a lot. It’s small, but it’s fast and strong. I like that a lot.” She smiled at me, and winked. It was kind of weird, like something I was supposed to get, but didn’t. “Come here and help me with this, Mark,” Stephanie said, “God, I have so much shit in the trunk, yuck.”

I walked back to the open trunk, and there wasn’t anything in it other than my bag and a gym bag. “What do you mea – “ I said, but was cut off by Stephanie. She grabbed me suddenly and pulled my waist towards hers. I instinctively tried to pull away, but she had me, and I wasn’t going anywhere. She ran one of her legs up along my leg, and stopped with her hard thigh against my hard cock. “Yeah, there it is,” she said to me, softly, looking at me the entire time. Her stare was intense. Her eyes never left mine the entire time she was grabbing me and groping me, like she knew exactly what she wanted to do, and was going to do it regardless of what I thought.

I knew I should have pulled away, but I didn’t. I was being held in place by the strongest woman I’d ever met in person, who was also my girlfriend’s personal trainer. I should have moved away, but was transfixed. Her dark curly hair was pulled back, but a few ringlets had escaped, and were hanging down in front of her face, making this combination of beautiful woman and intimidating muscle girl. God, it was intoxicating.

Stephanie pulled me in close to her. “We’re going back to Karen’s house now, Mark. You’ve got no say in this. It’s going to happen. I’m going to do what I want. You can’t stop me, you know this, and besides, do you really want to?” She looked up at me, and slid her hand down to my bulging cock. “Touch my leg as it comes up towards your buddy down there. Feel how hard it is, Mark. You’ll get plenty of chance in a bit, but for now, just feel how hard my leg is. Do it.” As I went down to touch her leg, she grabbed my head with her hand and pulled my head down to hers, kissing me aggressively for a few seconds. She bit my bottom lip as she let me go. “Hmm, that was nice. I want more, but for now we’re going home.”

Somehow I rocketed back to reality. “Stephanie wait a minute, we need to call Karen, what the hell just happened?” “No, Mark, we’re not doing any of that,” she said. “I’m here to get you, this is my car, I’m calling the shots. We’re going back to Karen’s. End of story. You don’t have a say in this, and even if you did, I’d kick your ass and do what I want to do anyway. You’re going to figure out pretty fast, Mark, that what a woman like me wants, a woman like me gets, whether it’s handed to her, or she takes it. I get what I want, and I’m going to teach Karen how to get the same things. Now, it’s your turn to shut up, and get in my car, we’re going back to Karen’s, we’re going to have fun, and you’re going to like it.”