Butch To Bitch
by Plowjack - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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"OK, OK," she laughed, sipping her wine, "Here's the 'funny thing' ... He's
got no muscles, like, at all."

The four young professional women laughed, leaning in to the gossip session.
They had been entertaining themselves by telling something 'funny' about their
latest boyfriend - Bonnie's crooked cock, the older Louisa's hair-club
metrosexual, Madison's begs-during-sex.

"But Laura, he's so big and tough," Louisa said. Darren, Laura's latest
squeeze, was an artist with a small studio in the gallery district. In his
middle twenties (a couple of years younger than Laura) he was making something
like a living as a painter and designer. He affected a hard-goth style,
playing cool and sexy with some success. He was six-foot-two, razor-thin, and
blue eyed. He wore his shoulder-length black hair pulled severely back. In
general he was rated 'hot' at the girls' table.

"He really is," Laura said dreamily. She was known to be on the submissive
side, despite her thick 5'9" stature, "He's so confident, and direct, and even
tough. But he's so skinny, just thin little arms and legs; and I can wrap my
arms all the way around his ribs. He's still the boss, though."

This brought a round of hotness-noises from the women.

"Come on, Laura," Madison said. A brown-skinned 5'10" brunette, she sipped her
red wine with big red lips, "He must be over two-hundred pounds."

"Try one-seventy soaking wet," Laura chuckled. This brought hoots of surprise,
and a laughing assurance that Darren was nicely heavy 'where it counts'.

"Now, I don't mean anything by it, Laura, but he's not the heavyweight in the
household is he," Madison said, bringing a glare from Laura and laughter all
around, "Nurses are usually pretty strong, and I know you lift some, I mean do
you have to open the pickle jars?"

"Oh, not really ... mostly ... sometimes. If Darren tells me to open a pickle
jar, I open it. Okey, girls, let's play something else."

"Aw, Laura, don't be mad," Madison teased, "Seriously girl, you should top his
macho ass if he's a pansy like you say. Get him on the bottom for a few hours
and he'll be yours forever." The girls muttered vague support for this idea,
as Laura blushed.

At the end of the afternoon Darren met Laura at the curb in his black coupé,
and offered her dinner. Half-drunk and playful, she was hot from thinking
about their sexual fun. She went home to his studio, and let him fuck her the
way they liked. She couldn't help noticing his body now. His legs might have
been half as big around as hers. On her knees she gripped his thighs, thin and
soft in her hands. She almost giggled as she realized she could probably just
lift him a little by his legs. Later as she was bent over she decided to
actually flex her legs and ass, and let him slam.

"Harder, please, harder," she moaned, and he spanked her butt. His little hips
just seemed to bounce off her thick ass. He didn't quite get her there that
night.

She kept thinking about it. She liked being submissive, having her lover in
charge, even pushing her around a little. She wondered whether she was just
'letting' him, and if that mattered. Or if it was the point. Once, while they
were undressing she felt her own biceps, flexing under her hand. Watching her
man, she found her confidence boosted.

That night she stood up to Darren, laughing and playing, pushing his thin
chest away from her. He laughed back for a minute, then stepped into her and
caught her by the hair. Standing over her he sneered and gripped her arm, his
thin fingers squeezing. He had hardly ever hit her (they had a safe-word) but
when he raised his hand she actually cowered, even as she knew she had failed
to 'top' her skinny guy.

"Who's the boss, bitch?" he growled, pulling her to her knees. Her
determination dissolved, her body yielding and soft. She fell into their game,
submitting to him for the rest of the night, feeling like a soft little girl.
He always got excited when she cried, and they both finished well that night.

**********

"So, I just wimped out," Laura complained to Madison over wine in her den
later that week, "I'm just a submissive little girl, like Darren says, I
guess. I thought it would be fun to domme his handsome body. I know my muscles
are bigger than his." Laura flexed her arm, and Madison squeezed it.

"Wow, babe," the pretty brunette said, "that's a big muscle! You were some
sort of jock in college, weren't you?"

"Yeah, sort of, basketball and then some rugby; back in my drunk and
disorderly days. I did lift weights in college - the rugby girls expected
muscles." She flexed again, hard. They were in summer jammies, and her arm was
exposed. She was rather surprised at how big her biceps really still were. It
wasn't something she thought about these days. Madison squeezed it again, her
slim hand not getting all the way around Laura's arm.

"Honey, that's beefy," Madison purred, then flexed her own arm, "Here, feel
this ... "

Madison's arm was thin and hard, with a carved-wood knob of biceps. Laura
squeezed the biceps, and made an impressed noise.

"You're so hard," Laura purred back at her, stroking her stony arm, "I'm like
a pillow."

"I don't think so, girl. That's a big arm, but plenty of it is real muscle.
So, rugby ... ..You must have arm-wrestled."

"Oh sure," the blonde girl laughed, "I was pretty good, too."

"Come on then, bitch," Madison grinned, flexing her thin, rock-solid arm and
putting her elbow on the table.

"See, my arm looks like mush ... big though, ain't it," Laura grinned, and
flexed twice again, making her arm look a lot less soft, obviously bigger than
Madison's. The brunette wiggled her fingers and they locked hands, then locked
fingers under. Madison counted down and turned the pressure on immediately,
pushing Laura's arm.

Laura stopped her girlfriend easily, as soon as she felt the pressure. She
decided to let Madison push, and see how that went. It was easy to simply hold
her in place. She tried harder, and Laura had to actually flex to push her
back up to center.

"You're strong," Laura smiled, but Madison couldn't move her arm. Laura put a
twist in her wrist, the other girl unable to resist, and pushed her arm to the
table. The released, both laughing, a little embarrassed, Madison rubbing her
arm.

"Damn," Madison said, shaking out her cramped muscles, "you're a beast. That
little bit of man should be like a rag-doll to you."

"But ... " Laura blushed, her eyes dropping, "I'm just too timid ... wimpy ...
"

"Yeah, Rugby players are such wimps. Treat him like you treated the girls on
the field."

"Oh I couldn't, he's so tough ... "

"Shit, Laura," Madison chuckled, "how about if I help you. I'm at least as
tough as your cute little boyfriend. See, feel this muscle again."

Madison popped her tennis-ball biceps, flexing it until a second peak
appeared.

"But you're tough too, Maddie," Laura said softly, her eyes big and blue. 'Oh,
that's how it is,' Madison thought, and grabbed Laura's hair behind her head.
The blonde blushed, and her body squirmed as the brunette pulled her face
close for a deep kiss. Madison felt Laura relax in submission, softening
against her. Maddie gripped the big woman's arm and squeezed.

"Where's the muscle, sweetie," she teased, "we both know that you're stronger
than little Maddie. Come on, bitch, try to fight me."

Madison dug her thumb into Laura's thick arm, and with her other hand against
her shoulder pushed her back toward the couch. She lightly slapped Laura's
cheek, then did it again, and again.

"Come on, you big pussy, fight me,"

Annoyed by the constant slapping, Laura grabbed Madison's wrist. Maddie
quickly twisted and got Laura's hand in her own. She started pressing Laura's
arm to the couch with her weight on top. "Aww, you are weak, aren't you ...
weaker than a girl ... "

Laura was totally excited, but she just felt differently about Maddie's
attempted dominance than she did about Darren's. Maddie didn't really weight
very much against her hand. She began to press up against the other woman's
grip, and moved her with little effort. Pushing forward with her shoulders she
gripped Maddie's left arm with her free right hand, as her left arm bent the
other's right. Barely thinking of it she lifted Madison off her, swung her
around and slammed her to the couch. Madison was fighting, and started kicking
at her. Laura swung one huge leg over, and pinned Madison's long, strong
thighs.

Madison was panting as she failed to escape her friend's power. Finally she
lay still, and raised her lips to Laura.

"You're so strong," she purred, and Laura kissed her again. They made out for
a while, and Madison got Laura to flex her arms and chest.

"You're not a sissy, sweetie," Madison said, squeezing Laura's thick arm with
both hands, "Flex those muscles, please ... So big ... "

Madison kissed Laura's thick, hard arm.

Laura smiled down at the beautiful girl. Darren made her do this - he would
slap her then make her kiss his 'muscle'. She flexed hard for Maddie, and
enjoyed the heat of her mouth on her skin. Thinking about Darren ... and his
'muscle' ... his teeny, little muscle ... what else did Darren like ...

Madison felt herself lifted, once again kissing her friend deeply. She pawed
Laura's big chest, kneading her bosom, and Laura gasped.

"Oooo, you want it, little bitch ... " Laura growled.

Madison felt Laura's thick arm snake around her, pinning one arm, hand
gripping the other behind her slender back. Madison was a switchy girl - she
hadn't felt an arm that strong hold her in a while, and she melted for her
friend's kisses. She pressed herself against the big woman's body and
squirmed.

Laura felt great - strong, and so horny. After college life in the locker
rooms this was not her first taste of a woman, and Maddie's hard, athletic
body felt good to her. She cupped Maddie's hard butt in her hands, and ran a
hand to her slender chest and round tits.

"Wow, your chest is hard," Laura said, kissing her neck.

"But so tiny compared to yours. So broad and thick ... "

Madison lifted one of Laura's big breasts and sucked the nipple through the
thin cloth. Laura gasped and slapped her hand firmly between Maddie's legs.
Her little bottoms were soaked. Almost lifting her as she kneaded her pussy,
she repeated one of the few of Darren's lines that she truly enjoyed.

"Girls come first, little bitch."

Madison was a mass of warm butter, panting as her body responded. Three
squeezes and she went off like a pulse of light, her body squeezed against
Laura's by that tight arm. She spasmed and gasped, clinging to her lover's
thick frame as her body melted.

Laura planted her feet and flexed her body as Madison draped around her like
wet silk. She was dripping wet herself, and she felt ... felt like she won!
Like being the winner, the champ! ... the Boss! There was only one thing to
do.

"Get my shorts off, Maddie," she growled, sitting back onto the couch and
raising her legs.

Dizzy with her orgasm, Maddie stumbled, got to her knees without falling, and
crawled between her friend's legs.

"Oh, Laura, those thighs ... " she moaned, unable to do more than squeeze the
tops of the big muscles, "men don't have legs like this, Laura. You're sooo
... "

"I'm horny, little Maddie, and you get to make me cum. Do I have to show you
who the man is around here?" It slipped out easy, and both of them giggled.

Maddie reached under Laura's ass and pulled her bottoms up. Laura bent each
leg in turn and slipped them off, then planted her feet and lifted her ass.
Her thighs and ass flexed as she raised her butt and pussy, the muscles around
her slit tightening.

"Suck it, bitch," Laura growled, chuckling. Madison sucked it.

"I am strong," Laura muttered later, as Madison pressed herself against her
side, stroking her biceps.

"So big and strong, baby," Maddie sighed, squeezing her pecs in one hand, "big
muscles ... Now you can just mop the floor with that little Darren."

"But he's a man," Laura said, and even she was surprised at her weak tone,
"men are so tough and hard. I don't know ... "

"Ohmygod," Madison laughed, "OK, like I said, I have a little plan ... "

**********

"Bring me a beer, baby," Darren ordered, as he sat in front of his big TV. It
was two weeks later, Friday night, and he was lounging in black pajamas. He
planned to spend the evening in, playing with his Laura. Such a nice piece of
ass ...

Laura brought him a beer, though he was surprised to see her in jeans and a
sweater as she handed him the bottle with a kiss.

"I have to go out to get some things for dinner, sir," she said with a flirty
smile, "Madison invited herself over - I think she's been getting ideas."

Darren stood gracefully from the chair and gripped Laura's arm. He loved how
soft her flesh was in his grip, and he kissed her hard.

"You should ask the boss before you say yes to things like that, my little
bitchie-bitch."

Darren was surprised to feel Laura's big arm harden in his grip, and the
sturdy girl just tapped him in the chest with her finger.

"Yes, sir, that's what I'll do ... ask the boss. Have a beer, I'll be a few
minutes, and Maddie may get here while I'm gone."

Putting her hand on his chest, she shoved him backward into the chair, and
sauntered out.

Darren was a bit confused by Laura's out-of-character behavior. He had that
bitch totally topped, he thought; she was a helpless little girl for him. Now
that Madison seemed kind of sassy. She was dating some pussy cube-farm worker
- probably needed some real-man stuff. Maybe he'd have to show her who the
boss was. He settled back and watched TV as he sipped the beer. A few minutes
later he heard the door open.

"Hi Darren," Madison said, sauntering in, "I saw Miss Laura in the hall, and
she said to come on in and have a beer." Darren heard the fridge open and
close, and Madison returned to the room. The brown-skinned beauty wore a cute,
frilly skirt and a pink crop-top. She was all legs and exposed midriff, her
abs clearly visible.

"Hi Maddie," Darren said, smiling, "Did 'Miss Laura' say when she would be
back?"

"Soon, she said. But listen; Darren, sir, I have something to talk to you
about."

The brunette sauntered over, her hips swinging, and sunk down on the rug at
Darren's feet. Well, he thought, this I like; maybe Laura ('miss' Laura??) had
really briefed the little slut.

"You're very pretty, Maddie," Darren purred and reached for her. She caught
his hand in her two hands, and scooted closer until she was pressed against
his leg.

"Thank you Darren. You're totally hot yourself, dude. All the girls think so,"
Madison smiled to see him accept the compliment naturally, "and Miss Laura is
so hot, too."

"Uh, what's with 'Miss' Laura? She your boss now?" Madison was caressing his
hand, kissing and licking each finger as she talked. He felt his body respond
a little, watching her thick dark lips.

"Well, yeah, sort of, sir. I just couldn't resist your girl any more, and I
made a big pass at her. I'm such a little slut, I just couldn't resist her any
more but she ... she ... "

A little angry, he gripped one of her hands and squeezed, "she what?" he
growled. Maddie's hand felt hard in his, and she didn't gasp or squirm.

"She's so strong, Darren," Madison said, her voice lusty, "she has those huge
muscles, and she just made me her little girly. I'm kind of switchy, Darren -
I like to be the boss, but I just love someone stronger than me. She made me
feel so tiny and weak."

"Laura?" he said, confused, "my Laura??"

"Oh yes, your Laura, sir. She says you make her feel like such a soft little
bitch. You must be so strong, Darren, sir ... ," she gripped his wrist and
squeezed, her hand hard, and her other hand gripped his upper arm. She pulled
herself upward, squeezing his arm as she got into his lap. "Flex your muscles,
sir, please ... it gets a little girl so hot ... "

Darren wasn't dumb. He knew he didn't dominate Laura by superior strength. He
didn't even think about it. He was the man, and she was a sweet little
pudding. Like any woman, she was simply too timid and soft to resist his
manliness. Any woman would be. Now Maddie was squeezing his left biceps and he
flexed hard under her thin, hard fingers. He reached for the back of her head,
but she intercepted his wrist, driving her thumb into his arm and pulling his
arm away. She extended her arm and held his arm at full length.

"Flex your muscles, Darren," the big dark girl purred, "show Maddie how you
dom her big strong Laura."

Darren began to struggle, and spoke harsh words to Maddie, roughly commanding
her to do all sorts of things that he was obviously in no position to make her
do. She continued to squeeze his biceps and wrist, until his hands began to go
numb. He felt panic, his heart crashing in his chest as he struggled without
result. During his struggles the door opened and closed, and Laura walked,
smiling, through into the bedroom.

"Mushy little arms, Darren ... you can't do anything, can you? It's all a
front, isn't it, tough guy," she got a knee between his legs and slid her leg
forward, parting his legs and pressing his cock and balls up against his satin
trousers.

"Look at this," she crowed, and flexed her left arm, moving his right arm with
it like a wet rope. She flexed and her round little biceps popped, straining a
little as the man pulled against her.

"Yeah, come on, butch. You can't pretend with me. Either you're stronger than
a girl, or you're not. Can you move my arm, butch?"

He couldn't. He pulled himself up against her steady flex, but couldn't do
more than wiggle her arm. She flexed her arm again, making the muscles jump
like cables, his arm still helpless, hand now limp.

"You know that's his big right arm, flopping like a noodle in my left," the
dark girl said over his head, and Laura walked into view. Almost completely
undressed, she wore a pair of black silk panties, and what Darren saw was one
of his goth T-shirts. He seldom wore them because he knew his arms were not
convincing. On Laura his skinny shirt was stretched to the max. The shirt has
little silver studs on the sleeves, and they defined her thick curves. She
looked tough, he thought, but she had also done her hair loose, and put on as
much glam make-up as she ever wore. She was so hot.

"Laura, get this bitch off of me," he commanded. Both the women laughed out
loud.

"Get her off yourself, butchie," Laura laughed, "Come on, Darren, sir, be
strong and tough - show me why you should be the top around here. If you don't
get that little girly off of you before I count to ten, I'm going to beat your
sissy ass for you. One!"

Darren started to struggle again, but Madison could tell that he just had
nothing. She switched her left hand to crush his right biceps, pulling his arm
into the air. She got her knee under his balls, and leaned forward to press
him hard against the couch. Getting up on her knees she kissed him hard. By
the time Laura had finished the ten-count Darren was lying in Madison's arms,
letting her kiss him as she pressed his arms helplessly to the back.

"He likes it Laura. He surrendered to me, and his dick is sticking through his
pants."

"Look at that - it is," Laura laughed, as his thick cock escaped the slit of
the pajamas, "get off him, baby, I'm gonna strip him."

"Ooo, fun," the other girl laughed, and released the man. Instantly he slapped
Madison hard across the face, but she caught his arm and twisted it. He cried
out, and she lifted herself and dropped a knee in his gut. He whoofed out his
air, and she twisted his arm harder.

"You will never hit anybody again, you pipsqueak," she shouted, "I should
twist your puny arm right off."

"That's enough baby," Laura said, and Madison leapt off the battered man, who
curled up in the chair clutching his gut. Laura crawled on top of him, her
legs spread, his thin hips between them, and she caught him under the arms.

"I've been wanting to try this," she said, and lifted the man up into a
sitting position with no apparent difficulty.

Darren's face was red and angry, he reached out and took Laura's hair in his
hand, starting to stand up, trying to push her away.

"You big bitch, I'm going to ... "

With one big hand she pressed him back to the seat, ignoring his efforts. She
clamped her thighs on his hips and reached down to grip his balls and the base
of his cock.

"Mine, Butch," she smiled, squeezing and kneading, "Is that too hard, honey
... your soft little stuff ... "

Darren grabbed her arm and tried to pull it away.

"No way, dude. Look at this," she released his cock and flexed her arm, then
again. Her arm seemed to double in size, her muscles swelling.

"Feel it, Darren," she said softly, and Madison was behind her, squeezing it.
Laura grabbed Darren's hand and put it on her muscle.

"Feel it, Darren. Isn't it big and hard?" His hand gripped her and squeezed.

Darren's head was spinning, his gut and arm were aching, his cock was hard,
and his beautiful submissive girlfriend was showing him her big muscle. It was
big ... huge, it seemed at the moment. It took his whole hand, and was as hard
as a softball. Had she always had this? Those big, soft arms? He squeezed it,
barely able to dent it, then she flexed the other.

"Feel them", and he did. His cock was still fully hard and he worked his hips
reflexively.

"Oooo, little butchy likes the muscles, Maddie,"

"They're very nice muscles, Miss Laura," Madison said, kissing the bigger
woman's neck.

"I know you like my tits, Darren. Have you ever noticed how thick my chest is?
Your little shirt just can't take it, I think."

Laura lowered her arms and flexed her upper body. The little T-shirt, made for
a much thinner torso, was already stretched to the seams. Her lats spread
wide, her chest expanded as her tits lifted, and tearing sounds were heard.
She raised her arms again and flexed, and the side-seams of the little shirt
parted. She grabbed the thin cloth and tore the shirt easily away, revealing
her round, high breasts.

"Oh, Laura," Darren said, his voice thick, "what is this? Don't you like our
thing? I know you do. You're my sweet bitch ... "

"Oh, Darren," she answered with a bit of mockery, "it's fun being your little
sex-toy, but it's so silly."

She began to strip off his pajamas, with little regard for either the clothing
or Darren's feeble struggles. She went on, "You're a puny little string-bean,
honey. Look at your little arms," she wrapped his bare arms in her thick
fingers, easily surrounding them.

"Nothing but skin and bone, babykins. You don't know how many times I've
thought about pinning you. Here ... "

She gathered his wrists together and held them in one hand, then started
stripping his bottoms off. He struggled again, but she held him until he was
naked, then hauled him to his feet.

"You're so light, Darren, you're just a little slip of a thing. Make a muscle,
wimp," she said, gripping his shoulder.

"What," he said, confused, but she shook him hard, and gripped his arm
roughly.

"I said flex this arm, bitch. Get used to it, bitch, from now on you're to
answer 'yes Miss' and do as you're told. Now say it, and do it."

Darren twisted out of Laura's grip, and angrily stepped up to her. This was
his Laura - the sweet little sub who sucked his cock on demand and did as she
was told. Surely she would respond as she always did. He once again grabbed
her hair and began to force her to her knees. He gripped her arm and pulled
downward, pulling on her hair. Nothing happened - she didn't move. Instead she
laughed.

"That's not happening," she said, and caught the wrist of the hand in her
hair. Darren felt her grip tighten painfully, as if the bones of his wrist
were grinding together, and his hand went limp. In his other hand, her arm was
a thick mass of hard muscle. He pulled and shoved, but she barely moved an
inch.

"Feel that, bitch," she smiled, flexing her arm. Darren was amazed ... and
kind of frightened ... to realize that this woman had huge, hard muscles.

"Look at his face, Laura," Madison laughed from a chair in the corner, "he's
scared of you. He looks like a little girl next to you."

Darren was a little frightened, more of the situation than of Laura herself.
He was being humiliated in front of one of his girlfriend's friends - never a
good thing. But he felt frozen as Laura stepped up to him, her chest imposing,
even though she was inches shorter than him. She sauntered around behind him
and threw her arms around him.

"You're like a pillow," she muttered, and squeezed his body in her arms. They
wrapped around him, so that her hands were on opposite tits. She squeezed and
kneaded his thin, soft pecs.

Madison was fingering herself slowly in the corner chair, watching her
friends. She knew it - Darren was a pussy. Look at him - he was loving it as
Laura squeezed and kneaded him, his face red, lips parted, eyes closed. His
arms looked like white ribbons flapping against Laura's muscles as he
struggled.

"Oooo, nippies," Laura cooed as she worked his thin chest. Darren always kept
her off his nipples - he said nipples were bitch-collars. Now she pinched both
nips hard, and he yelled, and fought harder. Getting his feet under him he
drove an elbow back into Laura's gut.

Darren hated having his nipples tweaked. It wasn't manly ... it made him feel
... like a girl ... He started thrashing in Laura's grip. Dammit, he had to
turn the tables on this bitch. He set his feet and leaned forward, making her
pull against him, then launched a hard elbow-point into her belly. It
connected solidly, and Laura made a surprised little 'whoof', but her grip
didn't relax at all. She pinched his nipples cruelly.

"Bitch," she laughed, surprised, "you tried to hurt me, didn't you? You
thought your little arm could hurt me. Try again, sir." She shook him hard in
her arms, and he lost balance for a moment. She actually lifted him and set
him on his feet, relaxing her hold a little.

"Try it again - elbow to my gut. I'll be ready this time."

Darren decided he should go for it, and tried to get off a surprise hit as
quick as possible. His elbow bounced off her gut as if off of a padded wall;
no sound or response from the woman. She pinched his nips again hard, and he
cried out again, sounding more whiny now.

"You're a wimp, Darren; a weakling pretending to be strong to get girls.
Little freshman college girls hit harder than that."

"Squish him, Laura," Madison squealed, "He's a bag of mush."

Good idea, Laura thought, and got her arms around his waist. Making double
fists she squeezed inward on his soft gut, sudden and solid. The air whoofed
out of him, and Laura laughed.

"I'm not going to hit you, butchie. I don't have to," she wrapped both arms
tight around his waist, lifted and squeezed. His feet left the floor, and it
looked to Madison as if Laura might squeeze the man in two. With a shake she
crushed the air from him a third time. Then she slipped her left arm between
his legs, and wrapped her right around his chest, hoisting him sideways into
the air. She played with his chest with her right hand as she found his cock
with her left.

Darren was dizzy and gasping as Laura released his waist and lifted him
between the legs. He was limp, unable to consider fighting, as she gripped his
cock. He moaned involuntarily and Laura cooed in his ear, something about
being weak. He felt weak, his arms flopping, but he squirmed when she started
working his nipple again.

"Come on, little sissy," Laura said, and hitched him up high on her tits.

"Oooo, you could break him across your chest, Miss Laura," Madison said, "how
long can you hold him?"

"Oh, I dunno - he doesn't weigh much. Here, let's sit down." She sat on the
arm of the couch and lowered Darren to her leg.

"Do you want some of this?" Laura asked, waving the man's hard cock at Maddie.

"Sure why not - you're having all the fun," the brunette said, and stripped
off her top as she approached.

"You're mine now, baby Darren," Laura said to him, her lips warm against his
ear. She rearranged him, effortlessly, until he was in front of her, one arm
around his chest, the other forearm under his balls, her hand gripping his
cock. He was still hard, no doubt due to her constant squeezes and strokes.
She whispered in his ear, "I like your soft little titties, sweety. Just a
little piece of meat for Miss Laura. Your cock is mine, your little tits are
mine, your puny ass is mine, Darren."

"Though Madison gets play-rights," Laura said aloud and laughed, as the
slender, tall girl gripped the man's cock. She stroked it with both hands for
a minute. Laura, letting go of him, gripped his left leg and pulled it off the
floor, so that she held him off-balance by the chest.

"You're right, Miss Laura - his cock is nice. He's such a pussy, though. Look
at this, Darren," she said, then raised her arms and flexed hard, her pecs and
abs springing into shape, her round biceps balling up in her corded arms.

"Look at her, baby," Laura said, "she's got more muscle than you've ever had."

Madison pressed herself against Darren.

"Feel my muscles, bitch," she growled as she ran her breasts up him. In her
heels she could press her nipples to his face with a stretch. She flexed her
arm under his nose, and his hand gripped the muscle.

"Squeeze it, bitch. That's the arm that Miss Laura beat with ease. I'm
stronger than you, and Miss Laura is stronger than me. That makes you the
little girl around here, butch."

She pressed in and kissed Darren, as she worked his cock with one hand, and
flexed the other arm under his hand.

Darren was aroused. His sense of anger was still there, but he was growing
tired. He was short of breath, and now he felt his cock throbbing in the
woman's hand. Laura was still kneading his tit and teasing his sore nipple,
but that seemed more and more erotic. He began to moan, and thrust into her
hand reflexively.

"That's it, bitch. Come on, baby - fuck Maddie's strong fist. You don't need
that hard-on for a while. We're going to take it away from you. Weak little
bitches only get cocks when I say so, Darren, and for now, no cock for you."

Laura reached around and grabbed the base of his cock, as Madison worked it.

"Girls come first, little bitch," Laura said, as she felt him spasm. He shot
into the air, as Madison turned aside, still squeezing.

"I'll take it, Maddie-baby," Laura said, and Maddie stepped back, as Laura
squeezed the juice from Darren's pulsing cock.

"If you stay hard Maddie will let you fuck her, babykins ... " Laura teased,
squeezing a little more firmness from his shrinking flesh. Maddie, playing
along brilliantly, raised her skirt and waved her wet pussy at Darren.

"No use, Maddie - his dick is too weak. Look, there it goes, Darren," she kept
squeezing and stroking his dwindling dick, squeezing the last drops onto the
carpet, making Darren whimper. All the while she was caressing and teasing his
tit.

"No more cock," she laughed, flopping his meat in her hand, "Not until Miss
Laura gives it back to you, babydarren. Miss Laura owns your cock now. Say it,
babydarren ... 'Miss Laura owns my cock'."

"Fuck you, bitch," Darren growled. He didn't know why he would say it. He felt
winded, dizzy, and as flaccid as his cock. He just wasn't going to submit to
his little girlfriend. He wasn't ...

Madison drove her hard little fists into his gut twice.

"Very good, little one," Laura said, and lifted the moaning, writhing man
again, hoisting him onto her chest, and launching him into the air.

Darren screamed when she threw him, then again when he hit the ground from
several feet up. She grabbed his arm, and slipped her other arm between his
legs. The women burst into raucous laughter.

"Get up, Darren," Madison said, standing over him. He moaned, and she bent
down and took him by the hair.

"Not fast enough, bitch," she said, dragging him to his knees. He moaned and
protested, and grabbed her wrist, "Ooo, fight me bitch."

Darren, from below, couldn't move Madison's wrist. She grabbed his other arm
and hauled him up.

"You said you wouldn't hit me," the man gasped. He was struggling, but Madison
held him by the hair and the arm. Laura walked over and stood behind her.

"Throw him on the ground again, Maddie," Laura said. The slender woman heaved
up on his arm and pushed him backward. Her dense body moved him with ease, and
she shoved him backward to fall on his back, on the carpet, with a thud.

"Pin him," Laura commanded again, and with tigerish speed Madison landed her
knees on his splayed arms. She knelt behind his head, pinning his arms
overhead with her knees, his body stretched out before her. Laura slipped off
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