Sandra
by Eric The Red

Sandra sat across from me in the reservation area after a long night at the
restaurant. It was cold in the room, but quiet, the candles on the walls
making it peaceful and relaxing. She was kneading her calf again, massaging
it with her hand, and I couldn't stop staring.

We had been working for the past 6 hours, her the waitress, me the buss boy
as a team, a busy Saturday night at the steak house that was finally over.
We were waiting for the bartender and his last customer, a policy of
leaving as a group so no one stole anything in the restaurant.

Sandra was very pretty, a dark haired, blue eyed country girl with a calm
demeanor and a good sense of humor. She was athletic, tall, and had killer
legs. She had a jacket on and had covered herself up all night so I
couldn't see much of the rest of her build, but she was taller and much
thicker than my skinny frame.

She talked quietly to me while massaging her calf, her pale skin soft
looking and tight against the muscle. She had clearly defined, very
muscular calves, and I really had a hard time not staring.

I was beginning to suspect she knew this, and was teasing me, returning to
the calf and talking to me while rubbing the solid area of muscle tissue.
She said quietly in her southern accent, "Hell of a good night, hun. You
really kept up, not a lot of people can keep my pace."

I smiled, and dismissed it, "It was no big deal, "I said.
But it was. Sandra was a beast at the restaurant, a confident and fast
paced server who knew her shit, had a positive, upbeat demeanor and quickly
took command of the situation. I had enjoyed working for her, learning a
lot and facing the challenge of a woman who was smart, pretty, and
extremely capable.

Plus, she was insanely attractive to me, a natural beauty and a cowgirl,
with an easy demeanor. And those legs... She was looking at me again,
watching me watch her, and sat back, straightening her legs and crossing
her ankles. She had shorts on, athletic shoes for the easy movement, and a
thick carhartt jacket on over a white server's blouse.

When she stretched her legs, I averted my eyes, trying not to be rude, but
I saw her silky, pale legs stretch, her thighs muscular and defined, the
bulging sight of them instantly exciting me. "So what's happening after
this, Greg?" Sandra asked, looking at me in the low light, relaxed and
confident, a sexy smile on her thick, pouty lips.

"Not much for me, boss. I've got a ride out to the woods on my dirt bike
planned tomorrow, but that's it." I said, aware of how lame she probably
thought I was, nothing to do on a Saturday night.

I was mistaken, as Sandra lit up, clearly excited by the idea. "Oh, you
ride, huh? I'm a wrangler for the Davis ranch nearby, I love riding horses,
and I've always wanted to ride a bike." Sandra said, her eyes even prettier
with the smile gleaming in them.

"Well, maybe I can show you some time. It's fun, and you don't have to
worry about it having a mind of its own." I said, hoping she would want to.
"Oh, that's no problem," Sandra said, leaning forward, sliding her hand
down her leg as she said this, watching me intently. "I take control of the
things I ride, and I like it when they fight back." She said, a playful and
sexy look on her face.

I didn't expect this. She really seemed to be teasing me, and implying more
than she had said... This girl was quite literally hinting at a fantasy of
mine. A strong, dominant girl who likes to top. Fuck, she was pretty AND
kinky? I had to calm down, I was probably over thinking it, my fantasies
taking over reality.

The bartender interrupted us, placing the tips for all of us already
counted out in the table. Sandra had 80%, and 10% for me and the bartender
each. I was content, a couple bucks on top of pay was just fine for a half
days work.

She separated her earnings, sliding another 20 my way, and winked. "That's
for keeping up with little ol' Sandra, hun. And maybe some fuel for a dirty
ride, cutey." She brushed her hand against mine, medium sized red nails on
soft hands, pale as a ghost.

I was fucked. This cowgirl had me lassoed and I was ready for whatever came
my way, now. We closed up the bar, walking out to the parking lot together,
a chilly night, and I was freezing in just my flannel t shirt and jeans.
The bartender left, and it was just Sandra, me, and my car in the parking
lot.

"Where's your ride?" I asked, hoping they weren't arriving soon. "Oh I just
live right across the road here, in the town homes. It's a short walk. You
look cold, though, so don't wait up for me, I'm a tough girl."
She said, leaning a little away from me.

She left the ball in my court to jump in, and I didn't hesitate. "How about
I give you a ride back? My piece of crap car isn't much, but it rolls." I
said, trying to act cool.

Sandra smiled warmly, and replied with a "Thank you, hun, good to see
you're a gentleman AND a hard worker. I might just have to keep you
around," she said flirtaciously, waking around the car.

I drove slow, "missing" a few turns on the way, playfully blaming her
directions, and her playfully responding, well aware of what I was doing.
She was down to earth and relaxed, but teasing, a mischievous grin and fire
behind her pretty eyes that I really wanted to get to know.

I pulled up outside of her town home, a low wall lining the edge of the
lot, with a walkway going into the small place. "Well now, here we are, be
a good boy and walk me to the door, hun, won't you?" She drawled, climbing
out of the car. I saw a glimpse of her butt, a large, firm looking ass that
looked tight and plump.

I tumbled out of the car, and walked her to the door. We spoke for a while
longer, not really committing to staying or going. I was shy, and nervous
around her, and I could tell she was amused by it.

"You look cold, you should get yourself a nice jacket like mine," she said,
opening it a little, showing a tight fitting white dress shirt, and large,
firm breasts pressing hard against the fabric. "Well let me climb in there,
I'm freezing," I said, getting brave and taking a step towards her.

She opened up and took a step toward me, her eyes level with mine, taller
than I thought, and said in a sultry country voice, "Come on in, hun, the
waters fiiiine." I wrapped my hands around her waist, the jacket warm and
inviting. Her body was tight and hard, I could feel the cords in her back
prominent on my hands, her large breasts now pressing against my chest,
solid and full.

"Are you flirting with me?" Sandra teased, leaning hard into me, wrapping
her hands around my neck and shoulders. She kissed me, full lips heavenly
against mine, passionately and aggressively wrapping around me. Her tongue
pushed mine around, an experienced and confident kisser, taking control of
the situation.

She paused, pulling back a little. She laughed at what she saw on my face ,
my breathing ragged. "You OK there, hun?" She teased, her breath warm with
a scent of vanilla on my face.

"Oh yeah you know, just a... really nice jacket.." I joked, bringing a
smile to her thick lips. "You're asking for trouble, hun. I'm a lot more
than you might expect." She said in her sexy voice, a serious and intense
expression suddenly present on her face.

She was even more beautiful for it, and mysterious. "I don't know, Sandra,
I'm a big boy. I can handle myself pretty well." Sandra separated from me,
hands on her hips, "Nope, you're just my little buss boy until you prove
otherwise, hun. Why don't you come on in and we can see what you can
handle?"

She walked to the door, and pushed in, not even looking back as I stood
there, momentarily dazed. I followed her in, walking into a warm cozy room
with a couch and a TV in the center.

She peeled off her jacket, shrugging it off onto the floor, and attacked
me. There was no other way to describe her aggressive, sexually charged
onslaught. She slammed me hard against the wall, pressing her hard, thick
body against mine.

Her breasts were massive, heaving against me through the dress shirt, more
of her curvaceous, thick body now shown to me. She kissed me and bit my
neck, the desire and assertiveness mixed with her beautiful face and
perfect body making my dick throb in my pants.

Sandra grabbed me by the hand, leading me into a bedroom, a massive bed
filling the room, with soft white sheets and a few pillows. She pulled
hard, suddenly revealing unexpected strength and tossing me onto the bed.

Without hesitation, she jumped on top of me, kissing and biting me again,
her hips grinding against me, thick thighs flexing hard and defined from
her tight shorts. She was more powerful than I had originally thought, her
arms solid and packed with muscle.

My hands wandered over her body, discovering muscle and strength
everywhere, and I realized quickly that she was much bigger than me. She
leaned back, sitting heavily on my lower body, my dick hard against my
jeans. I could tell she felt it.

She began undoing my belt and jeans, and said in her direct, sultry country
voice: "Take your shirt off, or I rip it off." I complied, quickly getting
rid of the shirt as I felt her climb off of me, pulling my pants and socks
off.

I was left in my boxers, my bulge obvious, and Sandra seemed to like what
she saw. She jumped onto the bed, standing high above me, smiling and
looking down. "Hold still baby, you get a little taste before we can see if
you can handle the temperature." She said teasingly as she started to
unbutton her blouse.

Her body was magnificent, curvaceous and feminine, yet extremely powerful
looking, her defined muscles bulging from her pale skin. She peeled off the
blouse, large breasts being held barely by a lacey dark purple bra. Her
body was thick, but muscular as well, deep lines of definition clear on her
abdomen.

Sandra turned around, her wide back massive, tapering over her body into a
V shape then widening again at her large, perky ass. She started
unbuttoning her shorts and slid them slowly down, doing a little dance with
her thick legs to help them off.

She was wearing a slim black g-string as her bubble butt popped out of her
shorts. Her ass was perfectly round, curvaceous, and as pale as the rest of
her. She slid the shorts down all the way, then kicked them off.

Sandra posed above me, her body silhouetted in the low amber light, flexing
and expanding her powerful body, and I realized my mouth was wide open, and
wondered if I was breathing normally. She looked over her shoulder, a
teasing, sexy expression on her face, then quickly pulled her legs up and
dropped on top of me.

Her ass slammed into my stomach, a loud slapping sound of skin on skin
echoing through the small apartment. She straddled me, her large thighs and
ass making my lower body disappear as she sat above me, her knees on the
mattress.

She leaned back slowly, placing her arms far back near my shoulders as she
arched back onto me. Her ass covered my stomach and chest, a hard,
curvaceous butt that was smooth as silk. Sandra started bouncing, crashing
her butt into my chest playfully.

"You like that ass, hun? It's as solid as steel when I want it to be."
Sandra said in her sultry voice, flexing her glutes as she bounced on me,
driving the air out of my lungs each time with the force. "Whoooph,
fuuu.... Sandrrurrgghh..."I stuttered, unable to complete a sentence.

" What's the matter, cutey? Hard to breathe?" Sandra said, leaning back
further and flexing her glutes harder. The pressure drove the wind out of
me, bending my ribs in and crushing me. I choked and gurgled underneath
her, pushing against her mass with my arms, not budging her an inch.

Sandra relaxed and sat back up as I gasped for air. "Whew, hun. You're in
trouble now. I see you're enjoying the view," she said, rubbing my inner
thigh right next to my crotch. I was hard and getting harder, confused but
very aroused with the situation.

"Glad you like this as much as I do. Now, I'm going to put you in your
place. Just know that this is going to hurt, but there's nothing you can
do." Sandra said, leaning forward and placing her hands on my thighs.

She lifted up and swung her legs back, putting her crotch on my neck. She
moved her hands and grabbed my wrists, slapping them to the mattress. I
squirmed and tried to buck her off, confused and afraid at what she was
doing.

She slid her crotch barely concealed by her tight black panties up,
confidently placing her pussy on my mouth, then closed her legs. My entire
world was her warm, moist pussy covering my nose and mouth, ass smothering
me, and her thighs tightening around my neck and head.

I struggled more, immediately becoming fearful as my airway was blocked and
her massive thighs were constricting on my neck. She flexed her ass and
thighs, the rock solid mound clamping down on me, an incredible yet
terrifying feeling as she crushed me with her curves.

Sandra released, relaxing just enough for me to breathe, my mouth gasping
for air through her panties, breathing only her, smelling her sweet wetness
as I was trapped. It was terrifying, yet incredibly sexy at the same time.

She was using me and my face, dominating my body to get off. She controlled
my body and toyed with me to her arousal, getting wetter and hotter on my
lips. She flexed and relaxed, flexed, holding it as I writhed, then
relaxed, grinding her pussy on my face through the thin panties.

Sandra held me like this for a long while, flexing hard, her soft curves
now pillars of steel, and I started feeling dizzy. I was getting tired from
struggling and oxygen deprivation, and was seeing black spots. Suddenly she
relaxed, spreading her thighs open and leaning back a little, her pussy now
on my throat, ass surrounding my face. I could hear now, and breathe
somewhat normally.

"Seems like you can dance with a cowgirl just fine there, hun." Sandra said
in her southern accent. "Most boys are fast asleep by now, and even better,
my little toy is still hard for me." She said this as she released my left
arm, rubbing my dick and balls freely.

"Geez, Sandra, I'd be more than happy to give you what you want, you don't
have to kill me." I said, trying to put a laugh into it while I had her
muscular body pressing down on me.

She leaned back, flexing her glutes alternately on my throat, cutting off
my airway. I saw her lean over her shoulder and look down on me while I
pulled on her thighs and ass with my free hand.

"You don't get it, hun. Taking you is what I want. I'm not going to hurt
you too much, but this is why I need a good, strong little toy. I like
hurting you. Now beg."

Sandra pinned my free arm down again and leaned up a little, her legs in a
v shape, straight now, and raised up about a foot off of me and the bed. I
saw her looking down at me with a smile, barely visible with her large
breasts hanging in front of her face.

She quickly threw her hips forward and dropped down onto me, driving her
thighs, hips, and pelvis hard into my chest. My lungs expelled all of the
air with a loud slap  and whooshing sound echoing through the room.

She raised up again, straightening her thick, muscular legs above me and
repeated the motion. She was bouncing her body off of me, crushing me in
the process while holding my arms down. I struggled to speak in between
breaths, and to get my arms free, both of which total failures as her
powerful, sexy body pounded me into the bed.

"Sandrrgghhrr.... Grgguuughh.... Please, nurrghhh...." I said, helpless
underneath her. It was frustrating, humiliating, and painful. And also
scary. She could probably break my bones or choke me to death with her body
while I fought uselessly against her.

With all this... I knew she was toying with me, and I could tell she
enjoyed my suffering, but it wasn't making me want to leave. I was still
incredibly aroused and attracted, maybe even more so, to this wild, crazy
country girl.

"What's that, hun?" Sandra teased, "Having trouble breathing? I told you I
wanted to go for a ride!" She slammed hard down on me again, then slid down
back onto my neck and face, adjusting so her now very wet pussy was on my
mouth again, her ass surrounding my face.

She sat upright, sitting on my face and let my hands go as her weight
pressed down, ass hard on my face. Panicking, I pulled and pried at her
thighs, bucking to get her off so I could breathe, and she rode it it
easily, grinding and flexing on my face.

I started to suffocate, becoming dizzy and seeing stars when she lifted up
on her knees, my head between her thighs still, her glorious body above me.
"Mmm, you are a fine treat, little toy. I think you might just be perfect.
Those lips feel like heaven." Sandra said in her sexy voice.

She slid back a bit, and leaned down, lips brushing mine just before she
kissed me deeply, her tongue aggressive and as powerful as her body as her
kiss devoured me. The upside down kiss was sexy, and new to me.

Sandra adjusted once more as I lay there, stunned. I was afraid to move too
much in case I was attacked again, but also excited to see where this
cowgirl was going to take me next. She faced me now, crawling on top of me
and straddling my stomach.

Her thick body was glowing, pale skin rippling with muscle, her massive
breasts heaving with her heavy, aroused breathing. She was perfect, a curvy
and extremely powerful woman, and her beautiful face saw me taking this all
in, smiling through her thick, pouty lips.

"Here's your chance, hun." Sandra said, talking to me as she flexed and
posed, displaying her massive body and ripped physique, the purple lace bra
straining to hold her massive tits. "I'm giving you what I don't give
anyone, a chance to quit. I like you a lot, and I think we can really make
something out of our match. My power, your submission."

Sandra said this as she leaned in, rubbing her hands over my body,
sensuously kissing and biting me in places. I worshipped her body, feeling
hard, packed muscle in every inch, the soft feeling of her skin a contrast
to the power beneath.

She stopped, leaning back with her hands on her hips, her weight full on
me, heavy and warm. I could feel her thick, meaty ass on my dick, the power
dormant. "What's it gonna be, hun? Are you too scared, or are you mine? If
you say yes, pain and pleasure are in your future. If you say no, you don't
get to see how far this ride can go."

She said this as she slightly moved her hips back and forth, a slow,
powerful grind as her pussy and ass enveloped my crotch. I could tell
Sandra already knew, she was already fully aware of her effect on me.

I was already hers the moment she massaged her thick, defined, meaty calf
in the restaurant. Her beautiful face, country accent, and personality were
perfect, yet she had this dark side, this kinky, mischievous side, and I
wanted her even more.

"You tell me where to sign, miss, and I'm your cowboy." I said, nervous, a
little scared, and more aroused and attracted to someone than I had ever
been. Sandra smiled, an enormous, beautiful, sexy smile. She reached down
and grabbed me by the back of my neck, pulling me easily with one arm all
the way up to her, my face inches from hers, her massive breasts pressing
against my chin and mouth.

"That's right, hun, I knew you wanted this. It didn't matter, though. Even
if you didn't admit it, you were mine already." Sandra whispered, her voice
thick and heavy with lust. Her arm was bulging and massive next to my face
as she held me, not even shaking or showing any effort with the power of
her exertion.

She pulled me tighter, arching her back and pressing me deep into her
massive, firm breasts. I was buried in her cleavage as I heard her say
"Now, littly cowboy, let me show you how rough this ride can be." Sandra
said, wrapping both arms around my head, my entire world now enveloped
in her firm, massive cleavage.

I could feel her grinding hard against me, pulsing her ass muscles, her
thighs hard and muscular flexing against my sides. It was heaven, but it
was also starting to become threatening. The size of her breasts covered my
entire face, and my airway was totally blocked, her muscular arms holding
me insanely tight to her voluptuous body.

I started to panic, and I heard her moaning above me, grinding harder and
squeezing her powerful arms tighter. "Yeah, baby, struggle for me. Try to
escape this fucking body. I own you, hun." Sandra whispered, pounding me
again into the bed, holding me tightly against her as my arms failed and
struggled uselessly against her firm, tight body.

She released me head momentarily, giving me just a moment to breathe, then
pulled me even tighter back into her heaving, firm tits. My mind was
reeling at her humiliating control over me. She was easily toying with me,
aroused by her own dominance, and kept me hard as a rock while she made me
suffer.

She did this for minutes on end, pumping harder and faster against me,
bringing me to the point of unconsciousness and then giving me just enough
air to remain barely awake. My arms would go from struggling and clawing to
falling limply to my sides, then back to struggling as she toyed with my
air supply using her perfect breasts.

Sandra seemed to reach a breaking point, sighing in a frustrated manner,
and released me, pressing a firm hand to my chest and slamming me down onto
the bed. "Fuck, Greg, you definitely hold your own. I'm happy I found me a
cute, tough little toy. Let's see how you hold up full throttle, hun."
Sandra said, removing her bra with her free hand.

I was breathing heavily now, exhausted like I had just run several miles,
and sweating. Her bra was flung across the room as she nearly ripped it
off, her breasts not budging, full and massive in their nudity. She reached
down and pulled on my boxers, slowly tearing the fabric away like paper in
one powerful, smooth motion.

Sandra did the same with her panties, ripping them off and then holding
them in her hand above me face, teasing me with them and rubbing the
wetness on my lips. "Feel that, baby. That's how fucking hot you make me
when you're my little bitch." Sandra teased.

I drank in her aroma, the feeling of her smooth wet pussy on my throbbing
dick absolutely incredible. I didn't mind her saying that, I would be
anything she wanted. In fact, I wanted her to keep going.

She pressed the panties hard onto my lips, holding her hand and panties
over my mouth and nose, smothering me. I grabbed her bulging, hard,
veiny forearm with both arms, not budging it even slightly as she pressed
me down, drowning me in her wet, soft panties.

"Taste me, little boy. Feel that. That's about to be wrapped around your
dick." Sandra said aggressively, becoming more assertive and forceful with
her arousal. She was grinding and pressing against me, sliding up and down
my fully hard nine inch shaft, her heat and wetness coating me as I
uselessly tried to push up and inside her.

She bundled up her panties in a wad, pausing her movement briefly. "Open
your mouth, Greg." She said in a stern voice. I immediately complied, not
venturing to see what defiance would bring. Sandra stuffed her panties into
my mouth, burying it deep inside, and forced my mouth shut with her hand.

She started sliding up and down again, holding my throat tightly and
pressing my chin up, forcing my mouth closed with her soft wet panties
inside, blocking my airway. I breathed heavily through my nose, desperate
for air as I started to feel her wet lips around the tip of my dick.

She teased me, holding me down with her hips and massive thighs as I tried
to drive myself in, driving me crazy with lust. She was slowly, powerfully
controlling me, easing herself down onto me as she moved and gyrated her
hips erotically.

Inch by inch she worked me in, sliding down a little lower, then all the
way up to just the tip, holding me there and moving sensually, completely
controlling me. I grabbed her hips and thighs, tugging and pulling on them
to move her down and let me inside of her, but she easily held fast, her
muscular body outmatching my own strength.

Suddenly Sandra took in a huge breath, a hissing, passionate sound, and
clamped down on my throat. She let out her air in a sexy, loud moan and
drove her hips down hard and fast, slamming my dick deep inside of her
hot pussy, her ass slamming down and smothering my balls.

I had even more trouble breathing now as I struggled against her powerful
grip on my throat, her wet panties still in my mouth. I was only vaguely
aware of this, though, as my mind and body were now in complete ecstasy as
Sandra forcefully raped me, riding me hard with her powerful body, slamming
my dick into her with more strength than I could even imagine.

I watched her body bulge and ripple, veins clear and evident as her body
flexed massively, glowing with power and arousal as she fucked me. Her eyes
were half open, thick lips parted as she breathed heavily with lust, her
face filled with pleasure.

Sandra fucked me harder than I have ever imagined, the bed shaking as she
slammed harder and faster with her incredible body, her tight pussy raping
my dick with the most insane feeling. She was close to climax, I could
tell, moaning and gasping, her body ripped and hard as stone under her
pale, soft flesh.

Just before she came, Sandra let out a massive animalistic moan, her
muscular thighs tensing and becoming steel cables on my sides as she
quivered in her orgasm. All my breath was gone as she gripped harder than
ever, her single hand collapsing my throat and cutting off my blood supply.

I felt her tighten, and I began to come as well, a huge, unbelievable
orgasm beneath this goddess as we came together. My mind still reeling, I
felt Sandra riding out her powerful orgasm, slamming me harder and harder
into her as I blacked out, passing into oblivion.

When I awoke, Sandra was laying next to me, her arms and legs wrapped
around me, breast on my face, her head resting above my own. Her breathing
was calm and relaxed, and she moaned softly to me as she felt me stir.
"Mmm, wakey wakey hun, I guess we found your breaking point. Not before I
got what I wanted though. You're tougher than I thought, little toy."

She was massaging my body, rubbing my hair in her hands and affectionately
holding me, her massive body enveloping my own. Sandra breathed into me, a
soft whisper,  "So, hun, what do you think?" she said teasingly.

"I think I need a hospital after that ride," I said, laughing slightly, my
body ravaged, but exactly where I wanted it to be. Enveloped completely in
hers.


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