Sherry By The Collector Sherry’s Surprise or An Appetite for Strength Copyright 1999 The Collector This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. Send comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com Sherry had just dropped a bomb on me. We’d been dating just over a year…and now this. What first attracted me to Sherry was her ravenous beauty. Just over 5’4”, she was the picture of femininity with light brown hair and brown eyes and a body that made me melt. When she kissed me, it was as thought he world stood still while we took a vacation from reality. It made me want to protect her, to be the man she wanted me to be…strong, reliant, dependable. At 5’9”, and just over 160, I knew I could handle myself. There would never be a need for her to worry. My male ego fed off this and made me feel masculine, important, and confident. In return, I did everything I could for Sherry…and even some things I couldn’t. It started at the mall. We were just window shopping…money was a bit tight. I would have liked to buy her something she wanted, but it wasn’t going to happen. Anyway, we stumbled on a cameo in a display case she liked. “Oh honey…that’s beautiful…please get it for me.” It was $229.00! “Baby…come on...I just bought you a necklace last week. I can’t afford it right now.” “But it’s so beautiful…and you love me don’t you?” she said as she nuzzled close to me, trying to incite my libido, which would ultimately make me defer to her. But I held strong. “No!” I said emphatically, hoping this would end it. “Of course I love you, but we can’t afford it right now.” “But I want it! I want you to buy it for me.” Her demeanor had changed. She wanted it bad enough to put all other thoughts out of her mind. And she wasn’t pouting. She just glared into my eyes turning this into a matter of wills. “We’ll be back,” she said to the person behind the jewelry counter and we left the store. Her demeanor changed as we walked out of the store. She put her arm around me and I looked down into those beautiful eyes that I always found irresistible. She knew how to charm me, how to reach me and it had never failed. But I was going to hold firm this time; there was no backing out. “Honey...I want to get it for you, it’s just that…” “Then why don’t you?” “It’s like I said, I just don’t…” “I don’t care…I want it…and you’re going to get it for me. Come on…I want to go in here.” She led me into a woman’s clothing store where she quickly grabbed a few garments then headed for the dressing room. I sat just outside waiting for her. She came out a few minutes later and she looked devastating. She had picked out a white dress that clung to her, slightly low cut, the first time she’d worn anything like this for me. She had the body for it…I just wished she’d dress like this more often. “How do you like it?” she asked in a soft sweet voice. “I love it…you look gorgeous” I said betraying both my love and lust for her. “That cameo would look perfect right here” she said as she stroked her hand just above her breasts, and smiled as sweet a smile as she was capable of. “I know…” I said. Then she coyly motioned me into the dressing room with her. It was fairly large, maybe 8 by10, larger than what most men’s dressing rooms were, but it was an upscale store as well. We went in and closed the door behind us. I immediately went to her and placed my arms around her waist. I reached down and kissed her passionately, wanting to have her right then. She pulled back almost too quickly and reached for my hands and held them in hers, interlocking our fingers. “Honey” she said, “You’re going to buy that for me…aren’t you?” she asked innocently. “I said no baby…I can’t…and that’s it.” I said emphatically. And a look of anger crossed her face. “You’re going to buy it…even if I have to make you." She said. “Make me? You can’t make me.” I replied. I suddenly felt a sharp pain run through my hands as she squeezed them tightly. I squeezed back, just trying to stop the hurt…but nothing happened. I looked into her eyes…they were calm, and she had a small smile on her face. “Sherry…that…that hurts honey…how…” “What’s the matter Tim? I said I was going to make you…and I meant it.” “But honey…you’re hurting me…please…” And I was not only hurting, but totally shocked at what was happening…. At what she was doing to me. Then she raised our hands up slightly…and began exerting downward pressure on mine. And I suddenly found myself being pushed towards the floor. “Sherry...no…you can’t…” “Yes I can…and I will. When I tell you I want something, I want you to get it for me…you have to understand. And if you don’t…I have to make you. It’s that simple.” Her voice was soft, sweet…and she was so beautiful…I couldn’t understand how she could do this. I fought with all my strength to try and free myself, or even push back at her, but there was nothing I could do. It was like trying to push away two steel pillars. I wasn’t accustomed to a woman having strength equal to mine. And it was inconceivable that a woman of Sherry’s beauty could be as strong as she appeared to be. She was petite; feminine…yet she was totally overpowering me…I’d never felt strength in anyone like this before. She kept pushing me downward as my knees touched the floor. I had visions of her deserting me. What woman would want to be with a man who couldn’t protect her? I just looked up at her, the pain still racking my hands, not knowing what to do or say, and saw a smile on her face, a smile of conquest. And then a sudden change came over me. I looked up at her and realized how much more I was attracted to her because of what she could do. I had always deferred to her, done everything for her…because I want to…and I wanted her. She was changing the rules…and I realized how much I liked her this way. “You couldn’t stop me…could you?” she asked as she stood over me. She looked strong…feminine…powerful. And I savored it…I loved the way she looked…and what she had just done to me. I just looked up at her…not knowing what to say. “N-no…I…didn’t want to…” “I know you didn’t…I saw it in your eyes. As soon as you felt my strength, I knew it. You liked it didn’t you? You like me being strong…don’t you?” I didn’t know what to say. If I said yes…would I lose her? And if I said no…what would she say. She seemed to enjoy having a physical presence I couldn’t overcome…a strength I couldn’t compete with. She placed her foot to my chest and slowly pushed me backwards. I reached up and grabbed her calf. It was muscular, yet soft, feminine…and I knew it was so strong that to try and resist would have been futile. “Yes…yes Sherry…” I said in a cracked voice, not knowing how she’d react…or what she’d think. She removed her foot, put her legs to either side of me, and then sat down on me. I reached for her, then she grabbed my hands again. I struggled to free them from her…but her strength was simply too much. Hard as I tried, she just looked at me and smiled. It was too easy for her…how strong could a woman be? Especially a woman like Sherry. She slowly pushed my arms back to the floor as her body lay across mine. Our eyes stared into each other’s as her strength again overwhelmed me. I watched as her soft lips came close to me…and her hair fell into my eyes. Then I saw her beautiful breasts. My senses were short circuiting as her lips touched mine…I wanted her right then. “Sherry…I didn’t think a woman could…could be so strong…so powerful…” She looked at me with a wistful sexy look, something that told me she liked what she was doing…and my reaction. “Do you really like me like this…aggressive…strong…with strength you wish you had?” “Y-yes…you’re sexier…I never thought about a woman’s strength before…but you’re so beautiful…it just seems natural you should be so strong…so powerful.” I struggled to free myself, but she just looked down at me with her hair dangling in my eyes, and her lips so close. She smiled at me as she held my arms in place with an ease that told me she didn’t need to exert any effort at all. She had strength I couldn’t even dream of having. A strength not only powerful, but feminine, sexy, erotic. “Sherry…I love you Sherry…marry me…” “It’s about time you asked…but I wasn’t going to make you. But there’s something else you should know.” “Wh…what?” I asked not knowing what else could happen. “Just this” she said. She let go of my left hand and raised her right arm close to my face. She clenched her fist, curled her arm…and suddenly a bicep rose from her arm. I’d never seen a muscle like Sherry’s. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen…it rose, as if by a will of it’s own…strong, beautiful, feminine, perfectly round…. It got bigger…as though she was getting stronger and stronger as it rose. I reached up and planted my lips to her strength. “Sherry…you’re so strong baby…I love your muscles…and your strength…you’re so powerful…so feminine…” “Oh…I love this…I love my strength…” she whispered. Then she reached down and wrapped her arms around me, pulled me close, and kissed me more passionately than she ever had. “Know what else?” she asked. “N-no…what?” “I think it’s a little kinky you like strong girls…but I’m glad you do.” She held me so tightly…so close…I felt a strength I’d never felt before…a beautiful woman’s strength. And I suddenly realized Sherry had an appetite as insatiable as my own. * * * We visited the jewelry store a bit later in the day. Sherry got her cameo. And she got a ring. And I got a girl who, as I was to find out, would only get stronger, more muscular, and more powerful, and more beautiful, as time passed.