Dominant Denise
By Gerbil
18-year-old coed sexually dominates friend's father

I was at the Third Street Bus Terminal waiting to pick up my daughter for her 
short Fall break from school, and was getting antsy as the bus was already a 
forty five minutes  late.  I waited impatiently on a worn dilapidated oak bench 
full of names and numbers carved into it by weary bored travelers.

I was about to approach the ticket window for the third time just as I saw a 
large Greyhound pull into the lot and Jeanie step off.  She was looking over her 
shoulder and talking and laughing with a large attractive girl.  I figured that 
they had met on the bus and had entertained each other during their trip, but 
Jeanie approached me and introduced her as Denise, her suite-mate.  

I was a taken back a little when I felt her powerful grip as we shook hands.  
Not only did my hand seem to disappear as she wrapped 
her long thick fingers around mine, but I had to look up from my 5'8" height to 
look her in the eyes.  She was wearing a Florida State Sweatshirt and the 
sleeves had been pushed up to just above the elbow.  Although my hand was being 
nearly crushed I didn't want to release our grip because I was in awe of her 
tanned muscular forearm as she pumped it up and down.

My daughter was only five feet tall, and Denise had to be a foot taller.  My 
daughter had always been labeled "cute," "adorable," or a "pixie."  Denise on 
the other hand was; "formidable."   I couldn't help but wonder what these two 
had in common.  We piled into the car and I learned that Denise lived on the 
"left" coast, and it was too far to travel for just a 4-day break.  I also 
learned that she was on full scholarship for her athletic abilities and 
participated in nearly every sport offered at FSU.

I live forty miles from the bus station, so when the conversation had run its 
course the girls started to pass the time by thumb 
wrestling.  It was Denise's one thumb against Jeanie's thumb and whole hand, and 
from the sounds coming from the back from my daughter of "No fair.  You're too 
strong," I don't think Denise was having any problems defeating my petite 
daughter at their little game.

I have always had a fascination with muscular women, and when I heard my 
daughter tell Denise to roll up her sleeve and make a 
muscle, I could feel my breath stop and a voice in my head scream,  "Yes!"   I 
knew I would be taking a chance, but I had to see this young woman's flexed arm.  
Tentatively I moved my hand to the rearview mirror and lowered it so that I 
could get a view of the two teens.  I couldn't lower it as much as I wanted, or 
it would have been obvious what I was trying to do.

I heard my daughter pleading with Denise and I was silently pleading with her 
myself.  I kept my head focused straight ahead, but my eyes were steadily 
jumping from the road to the rearview mirror, and I just kept holding my breath 
and silently begging for Denise to give in.

Thank God for my daughter's persistence.  Denise finally gave in and I could 
feel my heart pounding wildly.  I heard a loud horn 
honk, and realized that I had inadvertently swerved into the other lane.  The 
girls looked up and caught my eyes in the mirror, and Jeanie reprimanded me for 
being so careless .  I clinched the wheel harder and silently told myself to 
grow up and that seeing a young woman's muscles was not worth getting us all 
killed in an accident.  

As hard as I tried, I still could not keep from looking in the back seat and I 
watched as Denise pushed the material up over her arm.  I could see part of her 
arm bend and rise to shoulder level, but the mirror cut off half her arm.  I was 
beginning to sweat.  I had to see it.  I slowly reached for the mirror again and 
twisted it gently to the 
left.  Oh my God!  It was incredible.  I watched as she slowly raised and 
lowered her forearm.  The large tanned biceps muscle slowly appeared then would 
disappear, beckoning me to take more chances for a better view.  My hand was 
moving slowly in time to the hypnotizing rhythm of her muscle, only the sound of 
screeching tires and a blaring horn was able to snap me out of my 
dazed state.

My daughter screamed, "Dad, what is wrong with you!?"

I heard Denise say, "I think I know.  I think he likes my muscles almost as much 
as you do, and he was looking at me flex in the mirror."

Jeanie asked, "Is that the reason you almost got us killed twice?"

I felt blood rush to my face and the world come tumbling down around me.  I had 
been caught red-handed, and my own daughter is 
going to think I'm a voyeuristic pervert.

I casually threw up my right hand and said, "No honey, I was...um, trying to 
adjust the mirror because I accidentally hit it, and I 
guess I took my eyes off the road for a second."  I fiddled with the mirror 
adjusting it a little more and when I moved it up, I saw a clear view of 
Denise's face in a smile which told me she wasn't buying any of my story.  I 
moved it up and to the left unable to continue looking into her knowing eyes.

We finally arrived at home and when we moved to the trunk and got the suitcases, 
I handed Denise hers and got that same smile.  I 
averted my gaze as I felt like her sparkling hazel eyes would bore a hole 
through me instantly, penetrate my soul, and make me confess to every lusting 
thought I had had over the young amazon.  I felt that both of us knew and felt 
this power which she was having over me and I couldn't wait to get her out of my 
sight, yet longed to take another look at her young statuesque body.  I slowly 
raised my head to look as the two of them moved up the walk and hated myself for 
staring at full, beautifully sculpted hips in her skin-tight jeans.  Suddenly 
she turned and caught me staring before I could lower my gaze, and she confirmed 
to herself that she had been right about me.  All I could do was look away, 
close the trunch and casually head toward the house.

Dinner was a little awkward, as Denise seemed to experiment and enjoy her power 
over me, and almost dare her to look at her now sleeveless muscular arms.  Each 
lift of the fork, each flick of the hair with her fingers, brought a new view of 
beautiful power packed muscle. She had me, and openly dared me to admire it in 
front of my daughter.

After the table was cleared, we moved into the living room and as I watched a 
National Geographic special, the girls got down on the floor and played Rummy.  
Both sat barefoot facing each other, with their legs crossed underneath them.  
Once again I made my head remain motionless pointed at the TV, but continued to 
sneak glances at her beautifully toned legs, exposed from a tight pair of blue 
frayed cutoffs.  Her large feet were sticking out to each side and her toes 
wiggled back and forth sideways as if keeping a rhythm to an inner song she was 
humming while studying her cards.  Thick sturdy calves led to her massive 
thighs, and I was becoming more and 
more absorbed in trying to get more of a view of her stunning body.  I moved to 
a reclining chair so that I could look directly 
between her spread legs, then moved toward the TV, "to change channels," and 
looked down the opening of her shirt to try and 
catch a glimpse of her firm round bra-less breasts.  

I moved back to my chair and after Denise and Jeanie finished a hand, Denise 
moved both her arms up and started putting her hair into a ponytail.  She stared 
and smiled at me as I pretended to watch TV, but I remained dazzled by her 
expanding and contracting biceps.  She could sense my discomfort as I shifted in 
the chair and returned a weak smile.  Finally I couldn't take anymore and went 
over and kissed my daughter on the top of her head and said I was heading to 
bed.  Denise reached out her hand and said, "It was very nice meeting you Mr. 
Watkins.  She had to bend over to reach me, and I think she was fully aware that 
I was getting a clear picture of her perfect breasts.  I was mesmerized by her 
body while once again aching from the firm grip she had on my hand.  She 
wouldn't release me until I slowly raised my eyes to hers and pleaded with my 
own eyes.  I quit squeezing her hand, but was unable to withdraw mine until she 
gave me a smile and finally released it.  I turned and headed toward the stairs, 
knowing that I had been  granted permission to leave the room.

I started up the steps, flexing and unflexing my fingers, trying to get the 
blood to return and the aching to stop.  I slowly entered my 
bedroom, closed the door and leaned with my back and head against it and let out 
a heavy sigh.

I moved into my bathroom and stared at the mirror giving myself a stern lecture 
about feelings I shouldn't be having.  I was a 41-year-old male acting like a 
thirteen-year-old on his first date.  I changed into my pajamas and climbed into 
bed, but must have tossed and turned for two hours, unable to remove the picture 
of Denise from my mind. More than once my hand went to my crotch, thinking of 
her beautiful young strong body.  Just before reaching orgasm every time I 
resisted, using enough strength to remind myself that she was a mere girl of 
eighteen.

I finally fell asleep, but was awaked by a noise from downstairs at 2:30 AM.  
Fearing a prowler, I grabbed a nine iron from my golf bag and slowly moved down 
the steps.  I heard more noise coming from the kitchen and saw a light from the 
partially opened door.  My heart was racing as I drew the club back over my 
shoulder and proceeded towards the kitchen.  I slowly touched the door and just 
as I was ready to open it, it was flung open towards me.  I shrieked and swung 
the club with all my might.  

I realized too late that it was Denise standing in front of me and my swinging 
club was about to smash her in the head.  There was no way I could stop its 
momentum.  Suddenly I felt a jerk and the club had stopped.  Denise stood 
staring down at me holding the other end of the club.  

I gasped, "Oh my God Denise.  I didn't know it was you.  Are you all right?"

She slowly took the club from my hand, handed me a plate containing some food, 
then took both ends of the club and easily bent them until they joined ends 
forming a circle.  I was too shocked to be angry at having one of my favorite 
clubs damaged, and merely stood in wide-eyed amazement of her strength.  

She stood before me in a sleeveless nightshirt, cut in a v-neck, and 
I could plainly see her protruding nipples and the outline of her perfect 
breasts.  I was once again treated to a display of her 
muscular arms as she bent the shaft like a piece of soft plastic.

She tossed the club to the carpet and moved toward me and took the plate.  "I 
was right about you admiring my muscles wasn't I?"

...."Wasn't I?"

"Come on Denise.  It's late and we better get to back to bed."

She put the plate down on a table and slowly moved back in front of me, 
dangerously close.  I wanted to move back, but was frozen in place.  I stared 
straight ahead, but from the corners of me eyes I could see her arms slowly 
rising.  I tentatively looked up and less than a foot away was the beautifully 
flexed muscle which I had been unable to get out of my mind all day long.

......"Wasn't I?

I knew she wouldn't believe another lie, so I just looked down and my feet and 
whispered, "Yes, you were right."... "But please don't 
tell Jeanie...Please?"

Denise smiled slyly and put her hands on her hips and said, "What's it worth to 
you for me not to talk to her about your obsession with my muscles?"

Almost inaudibly I said, "I'll do anything.  I just don't want her to find out 
about my... tastes."

"Anything eh?  Okay, here's the deal.  Please me for the rest of the night, and 
Jeanie will never find out.  Disobey me and make me unhappy, and the night will 
be rough on you, and I'll do whatever I want with you anyway, and still tell 
Jeanie about the fun we're going to have.  

I stood silently motionless as she approached me knowing that I had no say or 
choice the matter.  She stopped about two feet from me crossed her hands at the 
bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, causing me to audibly gasp.  
Her body was magnificent, but I could only remain still and wait for her next 
move.  Slowly she bent and removed pair of cheer lace panties and with a smile 
brought them up to my face.  My heart was racing as she slowly moved the worn 
garment to my nose.  She turned the crotch inside out and ran the length up and 
down my face forcing me to smell all of her.  My ex-wife had never allowed me to 
smell or lick her vagina or buttocks because she thought it was sinful and 
disgusting.  Her strong belief had been instilled in me, and I wanted to tell 
Denise to stop but I continued to take long deep breaths taking in her pungent 
feminine smells.  I was feeling dirty and used, and thought I would die when she 
told me to open my mouth and shoved the dirty panties into my mouth.  I felt the 
bile build in my stomach as I stood helpless before, unable to speak and fearing 
to move.

I felt disgusted with my own fear and helplessness, but still could not resist 
trying to sneak peeks of her beautifully muscled body.  She moved back about 
three feet, told me to look at her.  Slowly she turned her back to me and put 
her hands at her hips making the muscles of her back flare into a giant vee 
shape.  The globes of her muscular buttocks were flawless and their light 
creaminess of where a bikini bottom had one been contrasted sharply with the 
rest of her bronzed body.  She slowly turned and looked down at the erection, 
which had formed in my pajama bottoms.

Denise slowly and confidently advanced toward me, then took hold with both hands 
of my pajama top, pulled and sent the buttons flying.  She casually threw it 
aside, then caused me to gasp as her hand went inside the waistband of my pajama 
bottoms and took hold of my erection and testicles.  She gave me a hard squeeze 
causing extreme pain, but all I could give was a weak squeal because the gag of 
her panties.

I bent over to try and escape the pain, but she would not release her hold.  
With her other hand, she removed my pajama bottoms and I stood naked and 
helpless before her pleading with tears beginning to form in my eyes.  Holding 
me firmly she led me to where she had sat the plate and picked up a carrot 
sitting beside the sandwich.  My eyes grew wide with fright as she brought it 
slowly up and waved it slowly back and forth before my eyes.  I moaned and 
whined, shaking my head no, but she only took pleasure in seeing my fear.

She released my aching balls then drew both arms behind my back and forced me 
over to the dining room table.  I lay bent over, with my chest and face down on 
the table, and my legs spread, exposing my buttocks and crotch openly. I was 
shaking with fear, but unable to resist, then I felt the cold tip of the carrot 
slowly tracing the crack of my bottom.  I felt her finger explore me and I 
wanted to scream and beg for her to not abuse me, but I remained in position 
quivering and openly crying, fearing what was to come.  She used me over and 
over, seeming to take delight in her power and control over me.  Finally she was 
done and slowly removed the carrot bringing me temporary relief.

She turned my around, then reached in my mouth to remove my panties and wipe my 
tear-streaked face with them.  My mouth was cotton dry and I could barely speak, 
but begged her to stop.  She gave me no relief as she lay me down on the floor 
then moved her massive body above my face.  Stand erect with her legs spread I 
looked up in fear at the tower of beautiful muscle.  I could plainly see her 
thick black pubic hairs and the washboard abdominal muscles topped off buy her 
firm breasts.  She looked down at me then slowly started to lower her body 
towards my face.  I had never been in such a demeaning situation but my pleas 
were muffled by her sex covering my nose and mouth.  I could barely breathe as 
her massive body rocked back and forth and when I did not lick her as 
instructed, she would give my testicles another hard squeeze.  Tears once again 
flowed as she forced me to lick her vagina, and spread cheeks of her anus.  As 
disgusted as I was with myself, I continued to lick and probe her body until she 
had had three orgasms and my face was beaten and red, covered with her womanly 
juices.

Finally satisfied, Denise said, "Not bad," grabbed her plate and clothing, and 
without another word headed off to bed.  I felt more demeaned and used than I 
had ever felt in my life, but as I watched her young muscular body disappear up 
the steps knew that I had gotten more than I deserved.