Julie Owns Me




A lot of guys complain about their wives or girlfriends taking them out
shopping, but with Julie, it was like a free peep show. She would gather
clothing, then have me sit outside the dressing room waiting for her. Every
few minutes she'd emerge in a new outfit. A pair of dress pants that were a
little too tight, a slinky black dress, a tight purple pencil skirt that
hugged her curves. Everytime, she'd ask jokingly whether whatever she was
wearing made her butt look fat.

Women are magical. With every outfit, she became a different woman with a
slightly different shape. Leggings made her legs look long and skinny, while
tight jeans made her thighs look luscious and powerful. The pencil skirts were
my favorite, the way they swelled with her calves and thighs before finally
plumping with her ass and cutting in at her waist. Julie looked great all
over, but her ass was incredible.

She wore glasses sometimes, supposedly to do her homework, but she was one of
those women who knew how to dress and liked to keep men interested. With her
glasses on and her hair back, she looked like a different woman, and a part of
my brain thought that she was. At night, she would sometimes wear pigtails
with just a long t-shirt over her panties. When I told her she looked like a
14-year old girl, she laughed and whispered "every guy's fantasy." It drove me
completely crazy, and just below the surface was the constant implication that
this was the body that had overpowered me and pinned me down against my will.

She was trying on a thong in front of me and I asked her if that really
qualified as underwear.

"I need them. So I don't have a pantyline when I wear those pencil skirts."

She turned and caught me staring at her ass and gave me a knowing look.

"I could beat the shit out of you if I felt like it."

"Julie--"

"You wanna wrestle over it?"

I froze, and we both knew it was an answer, but I had to stand up for myself
for her own good.

"You should be careful. There are guys out there who could really hurt you."

She turned on me.

"Who wins everytime we wrestle?"

"I think I could win if we both started standing."

"Really? Okay, stand up."

She pulled on a t-shirt and jeans and turned as I stood up to face her.

"Ready?"

I nodded and in a flash she was on me. She grabbed my wrists as knocked me
backwards onto her bed and landed with her knees on my biceps as she pulled up
on my arms.

"Julie! Please!"

She slacked off as I stared up at her. Her crotch was inches from my face and
I could see her abs, her shirt had bunched up around her breasts and
shoulders. She stared down into my eyes waiting. I considered trying to grab
her with my legs, but was too intimidated to try.

She backed off of me and stayed on her knees.

"Come on. Again."

I got to my knees and faced her.

"Ready?"

I nodded and we locked up as she pounced on me. We were both on our sides for
a moment, but she pushed a knee into the soft part of my inner thigh and
rolled me over as she grabbed my wrists and pinned me. She let me struggle for
just long enough to know I was beaten, then hopped off of me.

"Again."

I got to my knees slower this time and she had me on my back in seconds.

"Stop with your feeble struggling. You're embarrassing yourself."

I stopped struggling and looked away from her.

"Uncle."

"What?"

"I said 'uncle.'"

She had her elbows on my biceps. She wasn't pushing down, but still had a firm
grip on my wrists.

"Why did you say 'uncle?'"

I looked up at her for a second, then moved my eyes away from hers and stared
at her chest. Her t-shirt was a v-neck and I could see her cleavage expand and
contract as her breasts slowly rose with her breath. Somehow I was panting and
she wasn't even breathing hard.

"I can't beat you."

"Why?"

I didn't want to answer but didn't feel like I had a choice.

"You're better than me at this."

Despite my humiliation I was aroused. It was impossible to help it with her on
top of me. She moved her face into mine and started making out with me. I
tried to move my arms to hold her and she tightened her grip, keeping me
pinned beneath her.

"Is this what happens when I say uncle?"

She shrugged her shoulders and kissed me some more.

"I had you pinned in two seconds."

She kissed me again and pushed her tongue deep into my throat nearly gagging
me, then went back to kissing me gently.

"There are girls out there who could wreck you."

Her lips were on mine again and she started pumping her hips into me as she
laced her fingers between mine and bent my wrists back until I gasped.

"And I'm one of them."

She let my hands free to feel her rounded shoulders and stroke her strong back
as she slid one hand between my shoulders and grabbed my ass with the other as
she kissed and dry humped me.

"I own you. Wimp."

Her arms crossed to pull off her t-shirt as she sat up on me and undid my
shorts.

"I could break you in half. And you like it."

She pulled my shorts and underwear off as she stood to take off her pants and
her thong, then slid back on top of me and lifted my back to remove my shirt.
Her hands ran along the bottoms of my arms as she brought my hands together
above my head, then gripped my wrists and pinned me with one hand as she slid
me inside of her with the other and I shuddered.

"If you come, I'll beat the shit out of you."

Her pelvis started thrusting into mine, slowly at first, then faster. She let
me hold her up for a moment at the back of her thrust, challenging me, then
drove my hips back down into the mattress and pounded harder and faster.

"Please. Don't."

But we both knew I wouldn't come. Not until she gave me permission. She
considered warning me fair, and from that point, whatever happened was my own
fault for disobeying.

She interlaced our fingers again and bent my wrists back until she heard the
panic in my breathing.

"Boys are weak."

She tightened her thighs around mine as she kept thrusting.

"Please. Let me touch you."

She flicked her fingers off of mine and leaned back as I felt her tight
stomach and firm breasts. One of her hands pushed her hair back as she pushed
the other into my face, forcing half of it deep into the mattress. My hands
moved to her hips and squeezed as she thrusted into me. She began to shudder
and contracted around me and I could barely control myself.

"You first. Please."

"No. Together."

She grabbed my wrists and pinned me again. I was afraid to come first and
knowing it made her more excited.

"Please."

Our eyes locked as I surrendered. In that moment, we both knew that she had
complete control over me and I wasn't afraid anymore. She'd make me come when
she was ready, whenever she wanted to, and knowing that I had no choice, that
I was completely at her mercy, was liberating.

Her thighs crushed my legs together as she drove my wrists deep into the
mattress and her pelvis spasmed with its final thrust into mine. It was the
best orgasm I'd ever had in my life.

Our breathing slowed as our bodies stopped quivering and she released my
wrists and kissed me as we embraced.

"I own you."

I licked her chin and sucked at her lips.

"I know."

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