The Case of the Pantyhose Society: Crime-lord's Surprise
by Jimp based on an idea by Karate2hose
A bad man may escape the law but he can't escape his wife


(c)Jim P 2016

Part 1: Homecoming surprise

I was in a foul mood as the chauffeur stopped the Rolls momentarily outside
the tall elaborate gilded gates to the vast grounds of my estate. Confirming
my identity the heavily armed guards opened the gates to let me pass instead
of detonating the vehicle.

My name is Allam but only a privileged few call me that. I am also known as
The Moroccan but you will call me sir. I am a very rich and powerful man.
Government ministers kiss my arse at the snap of my fingers begging to do my
every whim. Or they used to, I fumed as the car glided down the mile avenue to
my Louis XIV ch?teau. A steal at only 301 million U.S. dollars paid for by the
British Government's ring-fenced 'overseas development fund'. 60,000 square
feet of exquisite grandeur situated in 10 acres of park land and all mine.
Those whose wealth made me look a pauper by comparison, weren't too pleased by
my arrest but the Gendarme had been put back in their box and the evidence
against me destroyed. The stuff that had got onto the Web had been scrubbed by
the ISPs which they owned and the rest taken down by the intelligence
agencies. However my 'terrorist' outrage on Place Vend?me that would leave
that lingerie shop a smouldering ruin strewn with the dead bodies of the
female vigilante group and that English detective Jim Priest, had been
blocked. No matter, my guards will take care of it making sure nothing led
back to me. Tonight the skies of Paris will be aglow as super-dense thermal
explosives burn that shop and the secret gym behind it off the face of the
planet.

The Rolls came to a smooth halt at the wide marble staircase that led up to
the entrance hall of my ch?teau. I groaned at the sight of a dozen or more
top-end vehicles. I wasn't in the mood for visitors. My butler was there to
greet me as the footman opened the car door. ?Madame has given most of the
staff the night off? he intoned in his posh English accent. I hate the British
but in one's elevated position in society such conventions were expected,
besides one only had to pay them peanuts. ?She wishes you to go the Gold Room?
he added sounding like he had a plum in his mouth. ?I believe she has some? he
paused to show his distaste ?entertainment for you and her guests to celebrate
your release from those terrorists?. ?Has she really?? I snarled. Unless it's
to 'try out' a new batch of girls smuggled in from Eastern Europe, the bitch
was going to feel the back of my hand, my fist and my foot; if she was lucky.
?Thank you, Dymes. Have the captain of the guard prep the men. They have an
important job to do tonight? standing stiff, he nodded his understanding and I
proceeded up the steps.

Inside I passed my coat and gloves to a footman then told Dymes to bring me a
glass of Domaine Leflaive Montrachet Grand Cru. A highly regarded Burgundy
domaine and good value at around ?3,700 a bottle paid by EU autocrats who
looked to keep me in their favour. Heading to the central cupola, I entered
the Gold Room. A tall circular room larger than a house of the working class
opulently decorated by the best craftsmen and gilded in gold. Fitted with
antique luxury sofas and low tables these were arranged around a large
carpeted floor space used for entertainment. Around one half of the room sat
some elite class women. All were startlingly beautiful with the cold aloof
arrogance of the super rich. Dressed in expensive custom designer outfits, all
stared at me openly examining me as if trying to judge whether it had been
worth their husbands saving me. The swish of expensive nylon rubbing on nylon
caught my attention as a few crossed their legs, letting their skirts ride up
purposely exposing a nylon-sheathed expanse of thigh. I let my gaze linger at
the sexy shapely legs on offer before turning away. Tempting though these
perfectly manicured and coiffured creatures were, I knew through bitter
experience that such stunning beauty came at the cost of centuries of
inbreeding and the best cosmetic surgery. Nearly all were cold-hearted
gold-diggers looking for another revenue stream to drain to keep them in the
luxurious exclusive elegance which they expected.

Sitting down upon an empty sofa, centrally positioned in pride of place, I
pondered whether to call for the rest of the bottle when I spot Countess
Claudine sitting close by. Dressed in an eye-catching purple silk half jacket
and matching pleated dress which fanned out stylishly on the cushion as she
sat primly on it. The hem of her skirt had ridden up past mid-thigh revealing
stunningly sexy legs for a woman her age, clad in tan-coloured nylon with a
high sheen. The slim elegantly beautiful mature noble woman with stylish
shoulder length hair the colour of white gold looked at me with a snooty look
that conveyed her disappointment. I was racking my brains trying to think of
something to say to get back in her good books when a chill went down my spine
as I caught a partial glimpse of the woman sitting next to her. Slender and
petite smartly dressed in a pin stripe business jacket she wore a matching if
rather short skirt. Although her face was obscured by the Countess I knew by
her skin colouring and the bob style of her jet black greying hair that she
was Oriental. With a rising sense of panic I leant forward to try and get a
view of her face. Suddenly I am distracted by the opening bars of ?Proud Mary?
blasting through the $6 million Kipnis' Outer Limits home theatre system, a
KSS 8.8 channel audio system with Snell subs. The big golden curtains covering
the cinema-sized screen slid open to reveal a wild-haired female figure
bopping and jiving like a crazy one.

Chinese in appearance, she was about 5 foot 3 with wild shoulder length hair
patchily dyed orange over patches of natural black was puffed up and spiked
all around. Wearing a body-hugging black Cheongsam, a one-piece traditional
dragon dress, this clung to a slightly plump mature full-figured body and
featured short-sleeved arms with red tassels around the neck which swung
continually as she danced energetically. Made of silk and featuring
elaborately embroidered red dragons and multi-coloured flowers, it shimmered
slinking with every breath or move she made. The dress fell to her feet but as
she moved, long slits opened upon either side slashed all the way to her hips.
Consisting of two long panels at the front and rear this exposed the entirety
of a chunky pair of legs the sides of her buttocks and hips as well. Boy did
this mature Oriental wild thing have totally sensational legs to show off!

Belting out the lyrics like a Chinese Tina Turner, my interest was totally
absorbed by her legs stepping out a raunchy dance. From red open-toed high
heels, slim ankles flared out either side to very large meaty thick shapely
calves. Above this her thighs were short and chunky yet swelled with a
pleasing firmness and backed by the strong curve of hamstrings. I was always a
legman and with rising desire my eyes followed the revealing gap in her dress
drinking in the rounded curves of the sides of her beautifully rounded
buttocks and ending on her gorgeous curved hips. OK she might be getting on a
bit, and was short with a body slightly on the plump side but there was
something about the wildly energetic body and chunky sexy legs that really got
me going. With wild hair shaking and her body constantly on the move in a show
that would give Tina a run for her money, I was mesmerized by her short thick
legs which were probably the sexiest that I'd ever witnessed. Clad in tan
coloured pantyhose with a high sheen they were beautifully shaped firm-looking
and a joy to watch in motion. The lights reflected from the nylons making them
shimmer sensuously like liquid silver. Curved in all the right places with
strong dancer's thighs and the dramatic sweeping curves of her huge calves she
certainly had me hooked!

Like many Oriental women especially of the South-Eastern peninsula her calves
were disproportionally large for her height. Unlike the muscular athletic
gym-worked calves of some Western women which didn't appeal to me, Oriental
female calves are large, exceptionally feminine, sensual and smooth. The
calves on this wild crazy mature singer-dancer rose from very slim ankles and
from the rear reminded me of an upturned bottle of Mateus Ros? with its slim
neck and wide flaring rounded sides. From the side they suggested a treble
clef with its exaggerated rounded rear. Eye-catchingly sexy, they shone
through the thin nylons with some kind of inner health. Rocking out on high
heels emphasized their extreme shape yet they weren't masculine or freakishly
muscular but rounded and feminine. As the wild woman energetically belted out
the number, large solid jutting slabs with rounded sides flexed into existence
with every step. Even these were exceptionally feminine and sexy in a manner
that I couldn't take my eyes from. I loved watching large pointed slabs of
hard muscle appear from the rounded smoothness like downward pointing
spearheads making her legs so incredibly sexy that I just wanted to get down
on my knees and give them more than a good feel, if you know what I mean.

So engrossed was I in the singer's legs that it took me a few moments to
realise that this raunchy wild leggy creature was actually my wife! I mentally
kicked myself for not immediately recognising that broad oval face with the
high cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes, stubby little nose and broad mouth. Free
of major wrinkles her complexion was pretty good by Western standards although
not as youthful as it once was. Fixing me with her eyes Goldie crouched low in
front of me with her legs provocatively wide. Between singing, her mouth which
was heavy with pink lipstick fell open in a large oval with her tongue running
around her lips in a blatant tease. Goldie's big calves bulged strongly as she
thrust her crotch back and forth while a hand hovered over the exposed gusset
as if stimulating herself. WOW! I knew that my wife as a bit of a live-wire
but never expected anything so exhibitionist as this. I certainly didn't
recall her having legs as sexy as these before, not that I particularly paid
much attention but now found a stiffness spreading over my groin.

Bumping and grinding with unbound energy, Goldie sang loudly, adopting raunchy
stances while repeatedly cupping and rubbing her small breasts in a very
risqu? manner. I am actually stunned by how fantastic she looks for a 53 year
old from Hong Kong. The daughter of a very rich Oriental gang-lord who I
married to bolster my position, Goldie was wild, hard to control and bossy.
Much too energetic and hyper for most men to handle, the type who could shop
all day, party all night and still have the energy to drain a man in bed
several times over. I even employed some young hunky gardeners to distract her
but none lasted more than a few weeks before quitting with severe exhaustion.
Loud, hyper and brash, I normally tried to keep as much distance between us as
I could. Several continents at best. At the moment I wanted to be anywhere but
close, real close, deep inside her close. As she whirled around once more I
caught sight of her calves again but now so close I was flabbergasted. I knew
she had large rounded calves but never realised that they were as large and
defined as that. Wow! They really were extremely sexy but surely I would have
realised before? How could I have been so blind?

Without warning the mature Oriental wildcat leapt astride me with knees and
shins upon either side with her legs wide so that her pelvis was touching my
groin. I gasped as she began bucking rhythmically with her crotch rubbing
erotically. ?Orrrr Goldie!? I groaned aroused by the erotic sensations of her
lap-dance. I put my hands upon her knees and slowly ran them along her short
thighs guiding them along the silky smooth nylons enjoying the feel as they
rounded the sides of her buttocks then sliding beneath the back flap to cup
her backside. Caressing my head in her arms Goldie pulled my face against her
bust never missing a note while thrusting over my dick. ?Mmm! Mmm!? she might
only have a small bust but it was a sexy enough place to be.

I felt longing as Goldie stood up on the sofa and turned around facing away.
Leaning forwards her backside was inches from my face, gyrating and thrusting.
The back flap lifts leaving me looking right at her buttocks and the crevice
between with only the gusset below. I'm shocked that she is not wearing
knickers beneath her slinky pantyhose. Although a bit on the ample side, her
backside is firm and shapely and keeps my boner stiff. For the first time in a
long time I am rock hard for my wife turned on by her sexy legs and backside.
Without warning that nylon-sheathed peach thrusts into my face pressing the
back of my head against the back of the sofa. Her rounded buttocks proceed to
engulf my face. ?Mmmm mmmm!? my muffled complaints are drowned by the loud
music and my wife's singing. ?Mmm! Mmm!? I raise my hands but there is nothing
I can do to push her arse from my face. Amazingly her buttocks are as hard as
cannonballs mashing my nose and mouth between them while exerting a strong
pressure keeping the back of my head firmly pinned. To make matters worse her
arse begins to make small movements, maintaining firm contact on my face as it
grinds this way and that in time with the rhythm. ?Mmmm! Mmm!? it rubs all
over my face and I can do nothing to stop it. The sexiness of the situation
doesn't escape me. Pinned against the back of the sofa by my wife's backside
as it bumps and grinds while performing I can't stop the rigid tent forming in
the front of my trousers in plain sight of over a dozen of the richest women
in the world.

?Mmmm!? I sighed in contentment not knowing whether this was torment or bliss.
Before I could make up my mind it was over as Goldie leapt off the sofa to
conclude with a dramatic chest-beating finish. Wow! I am surprised to find
myself so throbbing hard for my own wife, that I stood up and moved towards
her with a full raging erection in my pants. I couldn't recall ever having
such a tight skin-stretching throbbing erection like this before and certainly
not caused by my wife. ?Out! All of you!? I demand not taking my eyes off my
wife. I was going give her a bloody good seeing to and I didn't give a damn
about shocking their noble sensibilities. ?Ah-ah!? Goldie wagged her finger
from side to side. ?They are my guests. Besides don't you remember that I'm a
Tai Chi instructor??. "What the eff! Of course I remember? I snapped. I set
that up for her to have her own little business and keep her nose out of mine.
All that moving your arms and torso very slowly was not for me but if it
helped her burn some of that wild excess energy then all the better. Goldie
has big nipples and right now they were fully erect showing she was clearly up
for it. Pressing against the silk dress they were like little bullets and I
suspected she wasn't wearing a bra. Bloody hell! I couldn't believe how my own
wife was making me so crazy to have her. ?Orrrr!? I moaned lustfully. ?Fine.
Let them stay and watch but I'm having you now? I growled aching to plunge my
shaft inside her and bang away.

Stepping forwards I was annoyed when she brought up her palm in a circular
motion. Before I could knock it aside, it landed gently against my chest with
a deceptively hard shove that pushed me backwards. ?T'ai chi ch'uan means
supreme ultimate fist, grand supreme fist, boundless fist? Goldie lectured
while describing slow graceful motions with her arms. ?The use of t'ai chi as
a martial art is quite challenging and requires a great deal of training?
What? Is she having a laugh. I've seen her lead the old grey haired biddies
moving their aching limbs slowly. ?That's not a martial art? I sneered. I'm
used to getting what I want and made a grab for her while she is slowing
waving her arms around. Again her palm moves in a graceful arc towards my
chest. It moved deceptively slowly giving a tingle as it touched as light as a
feather. WHUMP! ?Orrraghh!? It felt like a bolt of electricity, lifting me
clean off the floor to come crashing down to the shag-pile in a humiliated
heap.

?Mehehehehe? my astonishment was broken by an annoying high pitched snigger.
?Loser? she muttered under her breath. Some of my anger dissipated at the
close sight of huge meaty rounded calves flaring out behind short shins.
Drinking in the way the beautiful long curves from the top of her foot ran
along her shin to her short chunky thighs while opposed by the deep semi-pear
drop shape formed by her calves and the curves of her hamstrings before
reaching her backside. ?Nehehehehe? that annoying snigger signalled my wife's
amusement as she placed a foot on top of my groin and began to press her high
heel down. ?Argh argh!? I yelped clutching at her calve as the heel began to
bite. ?Nehehehehe? she sniggered at my frantic attempts to lift that big solid
meaty calve to get that heel out of my balls. Finally I somehow managed to
push her leg away and fuming began to get to my feet.

?I am your husband. A very powerful man? I began ?A criminal who resorts to
kidnapping young girls and transporting them against their will to become sex
slaves? my wife cut-in. ?Lies of that English private eye?. She waggled her
finger ?No. I heard your confession before the secret service censored it on
grounds of endangering national security, i.e. protecting your neck? she
replied. Before I could argue more Goldie blanked me, her face becoming serene
before beginning to move her arms around once more in some damn Tai Chi
exercise. I was still horny but angry that she tried to nail my balls. I
reached out to grab her. Her arms seemed to be moving so slowly in big circles
yet barely had I managed to grab her wrist when as slippery as an eel her arm
twists free with her other hand coming down on top of mine. I find my arm
sandwiched between hers. ?Argh!? I yelp as she bent my trapped arm over her
lower arm. ?You really want to fight me, mehehehehe? she sniggered, her brown
almond-shaped eyes boring into mine as she sends my arm into a world of pain
with the slightest movement. ?Ouch ouch!? I yelped as she forced me to stoop
and go in whatever direction she wanted.

?Nehehehehe, loser? that irritating snigger with the muttered put-down
underlined my helplessness. ?Agh aghh! my wrist you're going to break my
wrist!? I cried as she doubles back my arm bending my hand right back at the
wrist. ?You are powerless under my Tai Chi, Allam? she told me looking
straight into my eyes with a glint of amusement as she bent my hand right back
towards my shoulder forcing me to bend backwards. Stretching out her knee
behind me she pressed it into the small of my back. Goldie deliberately held
me in that extremely painful position with my spine burning in agony for what
seemed to be an eternity watching my every pained expression with an amused
smirk. ?I am in complete control, Allam. You can't stop me? She stated with
such dominant confidence that I was surprised to find myself very turned on.

?Mehehehehe, loser? she sniggered ?this is too easy for me?. With that she
moves quickly, forcing me to stand while leading my wrist trapped between her
arms in a large vertical circle as she steps back to one side. ?Woah!? I cry
as a sudden downward wrench in my arm causes my body to lift up then fall
forwards. My feet leave the floor as my body cartwheels very fast through the
air making my head spin. BERLAM! I'm shocked as my back slams into the carpet.
?Mehehehehe, loser? I lay still closing my eyes to stop the nausea as the room
continues to spin around me listening to the irritating snigger of my wife and
humiliating laughter of the watching women. My God! My wife just threw me! She
just flipped me like a rag doll! My dick is unbelievably rigid at the thought
even though I can still hardly believe it. Where on earth had she learnt to do
that?

As the spinning sensation subsided I opened my eyes to see a good-looking
petite mature Oriental with short greying hair and a smart pin-striped
business dress covering a slim body studying me from a nearby sofa. I
recognised her as the head of the bitches who had held me captive [PANTYHOSE 4
& 5]. ?I had an interesting exchange of ideas with Madame Michelle but I'm
sure that you will agree that I am more than capable of taking care of myself?
Goldie's voice cut-in although I was in no doubt who was to blame. ?Tai Chi
can be most deadly if applied with the correct knowledge. Who do you think
eliminated those gang lords who opposed you?? Goldie's unexpected question
caught me by surprise. ?That was your father's top assassin? I replied.
?Nehehehehe? that horrible snigger mocked my response. ?The silent assassin,
yes, an unimaginative name but it instilled the appropriate level of fear? I
looked at my wife to see if she was joking but she just nodded her head with a
smug smile in confirmation. ?I made you what you are Allam, but you let me
down and now it's time to break you?. She tried to look tough to intimidate me
but of course I didn't believe her. She was my wife of over 30 years and was a
wild shopping and party animal. The closest she ever came to exercise was
clubbing in night clubs and screwing the garden hands. All this nonsense had
cooled my lust and my anger was smouldering ready to burst into rage.

?Send your friends home? I growled softly as I rose. ?That witch might have
taught you a few tricks but that won't save you? I added with menace. ?No wife
of mine publicly embarrasses me and gets away with it?. Instead of looking
frightened, the little woman stood her ground with head tilted back staring
straight into my eyes in challenge. ?Just you try it Allam? her voice was low.
?I really want you to try it?. With a little smirk her petite chunky body
adopted what I knew to be the horse stance. A basic position with the knees
slightly bent in a shallow squat with the back relaxed and arms raised as if
hugging a tree. ?Hit me now, Allam. If you can. For we know you are a weak man
who orders others to do your violence? The disapproving tuts of the rich
bitches annoyed me. I was so enraged by this public act of defiance that I saw
red with an overwhelming desire to put her in her place. My fist flew towards
her face. WHOP! My arm shuddered to a halt as it collided with the back of
Goldie's left arm which had whipped around very quickly in a vertical circle.
Her short arm seemed thick and solid with strongly defined shoulder caps and a
strong bulge of triceps as it held off my arm with surprising ease while she
smirked in my face. Locked there in that moment unable to work out why I
couldn't move my wife's arm, I noticed that even her forearm seemed wide and
sinewy.

Before I can think on it further there is a flash of bare skin as her other
hand arcs around at waist height. ?Pah!? an explosive noise leaves her lips.
WHOMP! the side of her hand delivers a swift chop across my side. ?Argh!? a
lancing pain stabbed through my kidneys. In the meantime Goldie's arm
continued to move in a big vertical circle slamming down from above on top of
my blocked arm. WHOMP! ?Argh!? with my arm sandwiched between hers she bends
my arm backwards using her right arm as a fulcrum. ?Argh! Argh!? with
excruciating shards of pain burning through my arm I am forced to bend
forward. Bent double at the waist my face is brought close to my wife's
nylon-clad legs. Marvelling once more at their beauty and how firm and shapely
they look I wonder whether that was really the result of clubbing or had she
been working out in secret. ?Argh!? a spike of pain shot through my arm as she
stressed it forcing me to kneel upon the floor then making me roll onto my
back.

?Mehehehehe, loser? she sniggered stepping one leg over my body to stand
astride my chest facing my feet letting my aching arm drop to the floor. With
her huge rounded calves raised upon high heels either side of my chest my
anger was replaced by wonderment of her amazingly sexy inverted bottle-shaped
beauties. WOW! I couldn't remember ever having such a close-up view of her
calves before. PHWOW! They flexed gently from smooth roundedness to hard
muscle and back again in the moments of seconds. They were truly amazing from
this angle that I mentally kicked myself again for not noticing before. They
flexed again and I marvelled at how big arrowhead slabs suddenly jutted from
the beautiful smooth lines with a diamond shaped cleft clearly visible between
the calve heads. I'm not the type who likes muscles on a woman but Goldie's
gave her short legs a very sexy shape that was a real turn-on. Watching them
flex and wane beneath her nylons was really groin-stirring.

?Nehehehehe, enjoying the view? she sniggered. I looked up to see her peering
down from over her shoulder with a bemused smirk. Just then, her hands drew
aside the rear flap of her dress to reveal her backside and thrust it out.
WOW! what a view! I had to admit that although it was a little on the ample
side, she had a great arse. The way her buttocks just hung there above me was
breathtaking. Two firm-looking rounded sexy orbs wrapped in thin tan coloured
nylon like peaches in cling film. ?Mehehehehe? she sniggered. ?Are you taking
a good look? Good. Now to demonstrate the alternate ending to my dance
routine?.

?No!? I cried as her backside fell at an alarming rate while her legs
separated in opposite directions. She was doing the splits with me right
beneath her! WHUMP! ?Mmmmm!? my cries were stifled as she landed right on my
face burying my nose and mouth right up the crack between her buttocks. ?Mmm!
Mmmm!? I cried into the seat of her pantyhose. ?Nehehehehe? that irritating
snigger mocked me as my eyes looked up over the rounded balls of my wife's
buttocks whilst she did the splits on my face. ?Well that's put him in his
place? someone remarked followed by amused laughter from the watching women.
?Mmm! Mm!? I struggled trying to raise my head to unseat her but she was
squarely on my face pinning it under her body weight. ?Some men would pay good
money to be in your position right now. Mehehehehe? Goldie sniggered as I
thrashed around the rest of my body like a fish out of water but my head
remained firmly stuck. ?Nehehehehe. Loser?. ?That's it, wear yourself out.
You're not going anywhere ? she mocked as I threw my legs and bum in the air
desperately trying to shake her off. With the limited amount of air that I
could breathe through the gauze of her nylon-covered arse I tired fast and
ended up resigned to lie beneath her. Lying there looking up at her buttocks
with the crevice between clearly visible through her thin nylons while
breathing shallowly I began to realise what a sexy position this was.

I loved the way her short legs were splayed out horizontally on each side of
my face with the tight-fitting black silk dress emphasising the alluring
hour-glass figure of her back as a tower of femininity rising above my eyes as
I peered over her buttocks. Bending my arms at the elbows I managed to get my
hands onto her thighs and ran them along her legs enjoying their feel and
remarkable flexibility. I never realised that she was so limber and quite
honestly I found myself getting very turned on with the thoughts of what I
could do in bed with a woman like that. The irony that this was my wife of
many years was not lost on me. I felt her place a hand on my belly which then
slid teasingly down the front of my trousers. ?Orrrr orrrrr!? I moaned with
delight as she lightly drew her fingers over my groin leaving a tingling trail
of eroticism. ?Oooh I think he likes his new position in life" Goldie chuckled
as my dick grew stiffer under the light tantalising touch of her fingertips.
?Morrrr!? I moaned into her firm rounded orbs loving the feeling as I steadily
got stiffer and stiffer not caring who was watching. ?Orrrrr!? I moaned again
in pleasure. I was therefore pretty pissed when that heavenly backside lifted
from my face and her fingers withdrew from my groin leaving me with an
exceptionally stiff bulge in my pants. ?No no!? I begged raising my hands and
caressing the beautiful rounded curves of her buttocks hovering barely an inch
above my face. ?Finish the job, Goldie. That's an order?

?Mehehehehe? that horrible snigger burnt my ears. ?If you want to cum, you are
going to have to whip it out and wank one off in front of everyone. Come on,
we're waiting? I heard the shocked gasps of the posh ladies. Suddenly that
arse fell back onto my face. WHOMP! ?Mmmmoorr!? I moaned in protest as it
wriggled around until my nose was wedged firmly up the crack of her
nylon-sheathed backside. WHUMP! ?Mmmoooorrrph!? my breath exploded into the
seat of her nylons as her fist slammed unexpectedly into my gut. Caught out by
her sudden unprovoked punch I could only gasp helplessly fighting the cramps
in my gut as my wife's nylon-clad peach lifted from my face then rose away as
her legs unfolded.

?Mehehehehe, loser? Goldie sniggered with a superior smirk on her lips turning
around to look down upon me as I writhed in agony trying to catch my breath.
?As of tonight I am legally assuming full control of the business operations
and our finances ? she stated. ?Never? I gasped forcing myself slowly and
unsteadily to my feet. With her face serene, Goldie faced me with her elbows
raised level with her chest upon each side. Suddenly her hands slammed
together with the right hand cupping her left fist. It was such an aggressive
move that it spooked me. Not smiling and keeping her eyes on me she bowed
formally from the waist. As she straightened her hands came up with the palms
facing forwards and the fingers spread. The long slits in her skirt opened
displaying those sexy legs from the tips of her toes to the curves of her hips
and well beyond with a peep of the waistband of her pantyhose as they adopted
a loose stance. She gave me a hard stare looking really tough that it made me
nervous. ?You don't frighten me with that Tai Chi crap? I lied for at that
moment she looked like a real martial artist squaring up for a fight.
Cautiously I began to walk around her. ?Your legs look sensational in that
dress by the way? She didn't say a word but gave a small nod as if to say
thank you. Wearing that tight silk dress her side profile was breathtaking as
it clung like a second skin. She might not have large breasts but that dress
made them thrust out above the line of her waist. It was so tight that I could
see the shape of her nipples. ?You look great in that dress? ?Thank you. I
brought it especially for your castration? She replied in a tight smile.

Her words brought back painful memories of what happened to the men who tried
to rescue me. ?This is your doing, you evil cow! you poisoned her mind" I
shouted pointing a finger at Madame Michelle. The good-looking mature oriental
business woman stared at me coldly. Moving quicker than I expected Goldie
stepped in front sweeping away my hand in a deceptively simple circular motion
then tangling it up into another arm-lock. ?Argh! Argh!? I yelped as she
straightened her arm forcing mine to bend back the wrong way. The corners of
her mouth rose in amusement. ?You will not insult my guests? she scolded. The
flaps of her silk dress slid away to reveal the shiny tan coloured nylons
covering her leg as as right knee was raised before me. She pointed to her
delicious looking thigh with her other hand. ?You like my legs don't you?? she
purred like a sex kitten. ?Ohh yes? I groaned for although Goldie's legs were
short and thick they were firm and shapely. ?Better legs than the young East
European slave girls you rape??. I looked longingly at the expanse of thigh
exposed in one gloriously wide gap between expensive black silk running
continuously from her knee around the side of her buttocks to high up upon her
hip. ?Far better. Wow! You have great legs? I gasped in appreciation mentally
kicking myself for only just realising what I had all along right here under
my own roof. ?Goldie argh!? I winced she stressed my arm. ?It doesn't have to
be like this I'm still your husband. We make a great team together? I tried to
placate her, desperate to do anything to get inside her and my hands on those
legs.

Her rounded high-cheeked face smiled tightly reminding me what a good looking
mature woman she had become right under my nose. ?Actions speak louder than
words Allam? her hazel coloured eyes seemed warm and inviting. Momentarily her
knee lowered and I relaxed. ?No!? I cried in alarm as a sharp knee driven by
strong short sexy thighs backed by wide flaring calves rushed towards the apex
of my legs while at the same time her small breasts leapt upwards inside her
tight dress in a very exciting manner. WHOMP! The tip of her thigh slammed
upwards like a sledgehammer blasting my scrotum. ?Orrghh!? I wailed as
terrible soul-destroying pain exploded in my pants. The upward thrust of her
swift moving knee had such brutal power that I was driven onto my toes letting
out a long heartfelt howl of agony. ?Mehehehehe? her snigger of derision made
the pain worse.

Releasing my arm, Goldie's right arm circled at blinding speed. ?Pah!? the
sound exploded from her lips as the edge of her hand with fingers held
together chopped me on the side of my neck. ?Argh!? the swift chop was
shockingly solid making her triceps ripple. My head lurched as if zapped by a
thousand volts with spots appearing before my eyes. ?Mehehehehe, loser? I saw
the cold hardness in her eyes with the smirk of arrogance on her lips and for
the first time in our marriage I felt afraid of her. Her arms circled sweeping
into a fighting stance with hands held open and fingers slightly splayed as if
she was going to chop me to pieces with her lovely manicured hands that had
unexpectedly become lethal weapons in my eyes. I even thought I saw a brief
bulge of small but hard biceps in her firm looking arms.

Panicking I threw a punch right at her face to stop her. Her arms circled very
fast sweeping my arm aside and locking it up with one arm before chopping me
on the side of my neck with the other. ?Pah!?. WHUMP! ?Nnnarr!? It was a short
sharp chop but the effects were devastating. My vision scrambled with bright
explosions of light and I felt nauseous and dizzy. ?Nehehehehe?. BLAM! her
hard knee rammed straight into my balls at the same time as the palm of her
hand slammed into my face pushing it back in a violent shove that sent bright
jagged lines of pain lancing through my eyes.

?Mehehehehe, loser? that mocking snigger followed me as I staggered backwards.
I opened my eyes to see sexy chunky legs spread wide with the bottom of her
tight dress hanging down like a flag in-between. Goldie was side-on to me with
a hard determined face. Quickly leaning towards me, her sharp elbow was just a
blur streaking towards me. ?Pah!? WHOMP! My cheeks ballooned up as I tried to
hold in my breath as the point of her elbow drove into the pit of my stomach.
?Orraghh!? I wailed as the breath was ripped from me. ?Mehehehehe. Can't you
defend yourself from your own wife?? She mocked ?Are you going to stop your
wife beating you up in front of all these important women? I don't think so?
she taunted. She raised her hands as if to chop her again. I was terrified
realising my own wife was possibly a better fighter than me. As she stepped
towards me with violence in her eyes, I panicked and threw another punch.
WHAP! her circling left arm swept it away away like swatting a fly. Powerless
to stop it I watch in horror as my wife's right elbow rushes towards my face.
?Pow!? her breath explodes from her mouth as her elbow brutally slams into my
right cheek. WHOCK! ?Arghhh!? I cry out as my head whips around with my mouth
distorting under the bruising impact that feels like it nearly broke my cheek.

Unable to stop her, my mature oriental wife with the wild red hair and amused
smirk digs her fingers into the front of my right wrist. ?Argh!? I yelp as my
hand went limp. Pulling it against her belly, this woman who I had lived with
for years and had thought harmless grabbed the back of my neck with her other
hand and pulled my head sharply forwards to face the floor. ?No!? I cried in
terror at the sight of her knee rising at phenomenal speed. Certain it is
going to smash my face, I watched dumbfounded as it powers like a nylon-clad
cannonball right into my belly. WHUMP! ?Warrrrghh!? I wail as her knee sinks
deep into my gut flattening my diaphragm in an instant brutally expelling my
breath explosively through my mouth. ?Mehehehehe? She cackles cruelly as her
devastating knee falls away only to rise again as my body begins to crease
forwards. I open my mouth to scream as that hard rounded knee slams violently
hard into my ruined gut. WHUMP! ?Wargn......!? it felt like her knee had
plunged all the way in totally destroying the core of my being. The sheer
brutal power of her knee stuns me as it continues to rise while lodged inside
driving me instantly onto my toes. I looked down through bleary eyes at the
short wide expanse of nylon-clad thigh pressed deep in my gut amazed that
something so feminine could be so devastating. Destroyed, I crumple around
Goldie's knee and would have fell if she hadn't held me up while sniggering
inanely. ?Mehehehehe, loser?. I was in such winded agony that my mind barely
registered her short strong firm arms as they held me upright. My wife was
like an unbeatable female fighting machine and she was really kicking my arse.
I was completely shocked that someone that was such a comfortable familiar
part of my life could do this to me. Worryingly I was finding myself getting
turned on just like that perverted English detective.

?Nehehehehe? my mature Oriental wife stood in front of me sniggering in that
horrible irritating manner and I didn't have the breath or the courage to tell
her to shut up. Her short thick arms looked strong with a definite hint of
hard biceps as she held me up while my torso bobbed up and down in a vain
automated reflex searching for air to her amusement. Oh God those arms look
really strong, please don't say that she has been working those out as well?
My incredulity grew. ?A wife should always be able to take her husband's
breath away. Nehehehehe? she sniggered. ?No dear God no!? I wanted to scream
as her body twitched and her knee blasted upwards once more. WHUMP! ?......!?
I screamed in silent agony with no breath left to spill as her knee drove in
so deep that it surely must have hit my backbone. I was completely lifted off
my feet by the shocking power of that knee as it surely rose up level with her
chest with my body no obstacle to it's flight. My already flattened diaphragm
was like a taut drum struck by the hammer-blow of her brutally hard knee. My
body folded swiftly like a crumpled card barely registering the brief bulge of
biceps in her short arms as they held me up. God no! I screamed mentally as I
saw that destructive knee trailing a large diamond shaped calve speeding
straight for my bowed face. WHOMP! The top of her thigh close to her knee
hammered me square in the face. Arghh! I howled mentally as my face flew back
stinging horribly from my lips to my forehead. BLAM! Arghh! The next moment my
back slammed into the carpet.

?Mehehehehe, loser? the annoying mocking cackle came from above as I clutched
my face to see if anything was broken while struggling to breathe. ?Well
Allam. You might as well stay down there and worship my feet? Goldie's voice
cut through the pain. I looked up at my wife standing over me with her hands
upon her hips and her legs in a wide stance as the front flap of her slinky
dress hung down between them. It was such a dominant looking pose and God her
legs looked amazing that as she moved a foot onto my chest I was half tempted
to kiss it. ?You see ladies, how a little bit of martial arts knowledge can
put your husbands in their rightful place...at your feet? Madame Michelle
remarked igniting adoring laughter from the rich bitches and resentment and
anger from me. Angrily knocking away my wife's victorious foot I reached for
my panic button and pressed.

The entrance doors flew open and into the room step a sight that had made many
of my enemies wet themselves. Basher and Smasher strode forwards side by side,
their eyes scanning the room, their huge hulking bodies ready to deliver a
pummelling. The most feared of my men, 6 foot 6 tall heavily built muscular
African brutes wearing khaki muscle tops that show off their huge rippling
arms and so tight that their washboard abs are visible. Their nicknames were
earned through the brutal enforcement of discipline in my guard with their
fists and silencing witnesses by beating them to death.

It came as little surprise to see the sleek lithe form of Madame Michelle
instantly spring into action. The good-looking short-haired mature Oriental
vaulted effortlessly over the back of the sofa with her tight pin-striped
skirt riding all the way to the top of her sexy slender legs. Showing no fear
she landed lightly on her feet with her hands raised in a classic Karate
stance dwarfed by the massive African muscle men before her. Although I'd seen
her in action in the bitch's gym I doubted she stood a chance against these
two and looked forward to seeing them beat her to a pulp.

Just as I thought this was a foregone conclusion my wife suddenly swept in
between the petite Oriental and the hulking men going into a low crouch with
the black flap of her dress hanging between her hot legs. Her hands came up in
loose fists as she crossed her bare forearms in front of her chest, one
vertical the other horizontal in front. ?You're my guest. I'll take care of
this? she stated looking so fierce and confident that I found myself getting
stiff in anticipation. With her slit dress showing an obscene amount of leg I
was amazed as she fearlessly forced herself between the middle of the towering
men casually sweeping aside the punches thrown by their thick bulging arms.
Turning right around to face the same direction as them, her arms circled
wrapping right around theirs. I was amazed by the sight of a petite mature
woman locking up the thick muscular arms of not one but two tall heavy men.
Turning towards Basher on her left, the long slit in her dress parted as a
length of shapely tan coloured nylon streaked upwards to bury the point of her
shoe right in his testicles. WHOMP! It was a solid hard kick that I felt
sympathetically in my balls while admiring the way her left calve bulged in a
solidly defined downward pointing spear. ?Garrr!? he cried, his face turning
to agony. Even as he began to fold over his throbbing nuts my wife skipped
onto her left foot and a tan streak flew out in a lightning fast streak behind
her. WHOMP! The sole and heel of her shoe hammered Smasher's groin with
shocking power that was audibly heard and felt in my balls. WHOMP!
?Orrraghhh!? a deep bass heavy wail of anguish left the big man's lips as his
brute ugly face melted into pain.

?Nehehehehe? she sniggered at their distress with a bemused smirk upon her
high-cheeked face. I couldn't believe it. In the blink of an eye, my very own
wife had kicked two towering massive men in the nuts. These two were really
tough and gritting their teeth against the pain they forced themselves
straight. Amazingly she showed no concern as two hulking men towered over her
on either side, intent on causing damage. Her right arm circled swiftly to
block an incoming punch from Basher while behind her Smasher raised his fist
for a strike. ?Pah!? there was an unmistakable ripple of hard muscle in her
short arms as they stopped Basher's thick muscular arm. ?Pow!? her left fist
swung down past her hip then continued backwards into the balls of a surprised
Smasher behind her. WHUMP! ?Arghhh!? he yelled shocked to be nailed by such a
solid punch in the nuts.

?Pah!? Goldie's sudden loud shout made my dick lurch as to my amazement her
right knee whipped up in front of her. The front flap fell away from her thigh
with a sexy glimpse of gusset tightly moulded to her sex before her leg
snapped straight rising at a steep angle. WHOCK! the top of my wife's foot
slammed into the underside of Basher's jaw with the audible clunk of teeth
sending his head skywards. ?Naarrghh!?. The light shimmered from the high
sheen nylon wrapped like a second skin around her leg as it extended fully
raised so high that it had just kicked a huge man-mountain in the jaw made me
unbelievably hard. With one hand clutching his aching balls, his face whipped
back under the shocking power of the kick. I was speechless, never suspecting
that my wife was even remotely capable of kicking so high and the revelation
was arousing. My eyes swept along the magnificent curvaceous lines of her
raised thigh, the side of her buttocks and the high cut on her hips as her leg
rose high before falling back.

However, like a pendulum her leg didn't stop when it neared the floor but
continued swinging. Bent at the knee it rose up behind her with the foot aimed
right at Smasher who was still clutching his nuts. Staggered by the previously
unsuspected fighting skills of my wife, I watched in disbelief as her torso
swung forwards pivoting on one leg as her right leg continued to rise up fast.
Goldie swung forwards so low her head was level with Basher's waist while
holding onto his trousers for support. At the same time her right leg
straightened behind her, the flaps of her dress swinging away with a sexy view
of her gusset. ?Pah!? WHOCK! The sole of her shoe crashed into his jaw,
mashing his mouth into a distorted shape and sending his head flying back over
his neck at high speed while strong hard lines appeared in her short chunky
thighs. My dick was throbbing hard by the revelation that my wife was such a
deadly leggy man-beater destroying my two most feared men.

?Pah!? with her body bent steeply forward balancing on one leg with the other
raised so high behind, Goldie drove her fist hard into the groin positioned
right in front of her face. WHOMP! ?Aiiiii!? Basher squealed as her fist
landed solidly. Oh my God she was incredible! I knew she knew Tai Chi for
exercise but never suspected anything like this. There was something very
exciting about watching my wife demolishing two huge guys with such flexible
leggy ease.

Goldie's foot returned to the floor as her body flipped back upright, a small
woman in the middle of Basher clutching his balls and Smasher holding his jaw.
?Mehehehehe, losers? she sniggered ?Is that the best you can do boys?? she
taunted, a short woman in the midst of two hulking brutes with her fists
raised eager for more. Her eyes were wide with excitement, her short bare arms
taut and firm. I found myself holding my breath while my dick was so stiff it
was pressing painfully against the inside of my trousers. She seemed to be
waiting for the brutes to recover. Basher and Smasher snarled raising their
hands to beat my little wife to pulp.

?Eeee? Goldie began squealing in a chilling tone as she raised her right knee
level with her bust, the long slits falling away once more in an exciting sexy
feminine manner to expose the full length of her short shapely legs. ?Pow!?
her leg snapped straight. A tan lightning bolt I barely saw until it came to
rest with the sole of her shoe firmly buried in Basher's groin as he stood
before her. WHUMP! It was a solid forward stomp with audible force that no man
should have to experience. ?Nnnniiiii!? A dreadful squeal escaped his lips,
all the more shocking that such a big muscular brute could make such a
high-pitched noise.

As the big man began to crumple forwards, Goldie grabbed the lapels around his
neck. With her foot planted firmly in his groin I was gob-smacked as she used
it like a step pulling herself up from the floor while folding her left leg at
the knee beneath her. ?Eeeeee? that strange chilling squeal began again.
?Pow!? Jeez! In an awesome move she pulled herself right up against him with
his face almost in her bust as her left leg flashed backwards like a coiled
spring towards a clearly astonished Smasher. WHOMP! ?Orrrrrr!? he yelled as a
powerful back kick stomped his balls. Good grief! my crazy wild mature wife no
longer had her feet on the floor but was now suspended entirely in the air
with a foot in each of the big muscle men fore and aft. ?Mehehehehe, losers?
she sniggered as the huge men on either side slowly crumpled causing her
magnificent legs to straighten as her feet moved apart. The beating of my cock
in its tight confines increased as my wife did the full splits in mid-air with
each foot buried deep in the groin of a huge destroyed man. ?Orrrrr Goldie!? I
moaned in pure lust. Never had I wanted her so badly before as this flexible
arse-kicking superwoman maintained the splits as she rode their groins all the
way down to the floor. It had all happened in a matter of seconds, my wife
still doing the splits but now on the carpet with her feet firmly in the
groins of the two big Africans now sitting whimpering in agony one in the
front and one at the rear.

?Mehehehehe? Goldie sniggered admiring the effects of her deadly feet with a
condescending smirk before staring at me with her lips pouting in a sexy
remote kiss. With her wild orange hair, her rounded Oriental face, short
chunky body and thick legs, it was hard to think of her as a deadly fighting
machine. Yet she looked strong and dominant as she clenched a fist in front of
her chest making the tendons in her forearm stand out while the other hand was
held open palmed above her head. The slit in her dress widened as she rose
into a low crouch presenting the side of one calve, bulging with thick hard
muscle. The two men sitting in agony on either side were too preoccupied by
the aching pain racking their balls to notice the sheen of the nylons making
her legs very desirable as she pressed her right fist against her left palm.
?Does it turn you on to watch your wife kick the crap out of two of your
biggest men?? she purred with such passion I nearly came in my pants. My wild
energetic wife was a deadly fighting machine and I was highly aroused just
like that weird English detective. A knowing smile spread on her lips ?Yes,
that is the correct reaction. Nehehehehe?

Still crouching low, Goldie leant sharply to her left balancing on one foot.
The flaps of her dress fell away as her right knee rises as the bottle-shaped
shin is presented horizontally. Smasher looks up from his pain in alarm to see
a fast-moving streak of light left by the sheen of her nylons as it arcs
towards his face. ?Pow!? WHAP! The top of her foot ploughs into his face with
such force his head snaps back with blood pouring from his nose and mouth.
?Pah!? A split-second later the same tan-coloured instrument of destruction is
flying back the other way in a savage back-kick to Basher's mouth. BLAM!
?Argh!? blood sprays as his face is hammered from one side to the other. As
the big muscle brutes clutch their ruined faces, my wife's shapely leg comes
to a rest stretched out before her in side profile. With the tight clinging
black silk dragon dress she is the picture of perfect sexy femininity. Yet a
femininity that is powerful and dominant, an unstoppable man-destroyer.

?Die bitch!? Smasher suddenly yells pulling a wicked looking knife from his
jacket. Before he can use it Goldie turns her back to him, spinning on one
foot while crouched low. Leaning forward, her left leg arcs around backwards
with a brief glimpse of buttocks. ?Pow!? WHAP! ?Arghh!? he screams as the sole
of her shoe hammers his right cheek with such force his mouth distorts with a
sharp crack. Even as he falls backwards with the knife dropping from his
hands, the same leg swings forward as her eyes bore fiercely at Basher on the
other side of her. So unnerved by her hard glare and speeding leg he fumbles
pulling his own knife. ?Pow!? her leg unexpectedly changes target at the last
moment. WHAM! ?Nnniiiiiaieee!? he screams as the top of her foot slams into
his groin like she is kicking a football.

As he creases over in front of her clutching his balls, Goldie rises behind
him with her short leg rising at the knee. In the blink of an eye it unfolds,
the short shin with the large meaty calve rising up before her. To my
astonishment her leg soared all the way up until she was doing the splits in a
standing position. My word! I'd never seen something so cock-hardening sexy as
her shapely legs remained for several magnificent seconds, stacked inverted
one on top the other. This unsuspected flexibility was unbelievable and the
way that tight silk dragon dress exposed her crotch, how could a man not get
hard? ?Orrrrr!? I groaned loudly barely able to stop my lust exploding in my
trousers as I stared in open lust at the exposed gusset stretched so tight
over her crotch it was blatantly obvious she wasn't wearing knickers. Being a
marriage of business convenience I had never fancied my wife except now,
looking right at her amazing legs holding a rock-solid standing splits while
the gusset of her nylons moulded tightly to her sex had driven me close to the
point of cumming without her even touching me.

?Nehehehehe, loser? she sniggered as Basher looked up along the leggy tower
swallowing hard. A big bulge formed in the front of his trousers throbbing
hard as he stared at her crotch and the hot leg poised over him like an
executioner's axe. ?Nnniiiii? Goldie's squeal rose in pitch. A damp patch
spread rapidly across the the front of his trousers as my wife's sexy left leg
fell rapidly. ?Pow!? The super-legged Goddess shouted as the back of her heel
hammered the back of his neck with frightening force. WHOMP! Although already
bent forwards, Basher's head flew back at an unnatural angle with his mouth
extraordinarily wide in an agonising scream before collapsing face first on
the carpet, silent and unmoving.

With her foot on the back of the fallen man, her face whips around to glare at
Smasher who has leapt to his feet knife in hand looking terrified. Without
pause and showing no fear, Goldie placed her left foot on the prone form of
Basher pivoting around with her fists clenched as the wicked blade was thrust
forwards. Her knee shot up level with her bust with the shin knocking the
knife from his hand. ?Pow!? the raised leg snapped straight in a heartbeat
rising at a steep angle. BAM! The top of her foot smashed into the underside
of his jaw. ?Arghh!? he yelped as his head whipped back so fast with blood
trailing from his mouth that his knees almost gave way. I decided that seeing
a woman in a dragon dress kick a man helpless was probably one of the sexiest
things a man could experience. Somehow Smasher had managed to keep his balance
but she spun to meet him. The tight silk dress shimmered in the light as her
stocky arm swung up in a swift upper cut. ?Pow!? WHOCK! Her fist struck him
solidly on the jaw, surprising sinewy strength rippling in her arm as her fist
kept moving. ?Orrragh!? he yelled, his mouth wide as the power of the little
woman's blow lifted him clean onto his toes, his face whipping back towards
the ceiling before his body toppled backwards to the floor like a fallen tree.

?Mehehehehe, losers? Goldie's eyes stared at me full of smugness as she placed
a foot upon the fallen man who was clearly out cold. ?Is that all you have,
Allam? Nehehehehe" she taunted ?Do you have any more toughs you want me to
beat up? Mehehehehe? she sniggered. The sight of my wife's hard looking biceps
as she flexed in victory over two huge muscular African brutes bloodied and
battered out cold at her feet caused an unexpected reaction to my throbbing
erection. ?Orr!? I groaned as I struggled to control another lurch that nearly
made me spill my seed. ?Have you any idea of the skill involved for a woman to
fight in high heels??. Smiling, my wife raised her right knee and proceeded to
remove her heels then did the same with the right. ?I think the blend of
Martial Tai Chi and Madame Michelle's fighting art worked well? she stated.
Still standing on Smasher's fallen body, Goldie did this almighty high kick
that sent her right leg skywards coming to rest against her bust. ?You're next
hot shot? she smirked as she once more held a perfectly steady standing
splits. The incredibly sexy sight was just too much. ?Nnnnnnarr nnnnarrr
nnnnarrr!? I blasted three absolutely enormous powerful ejaculations into my
pants drenching my pants with such force that I felt light-headed.
?Mehehehehe, loser? she sniggered with hilarity.

?My, I've never had that reaction from you before, mehehehehe? Goldie laughed
loudly. She lowered her hand turning the palm up, clenching and opening her
fingers like a claw over and over. ?You better enjoy it Allam, because I'm
going to break your balls. Permanently. Mehehehehe?. Stepping off Smasher she
took one step towards me. I panicked and hit the panic button again, this time
twice.

Part 2: Another unwanted surprise

As the guards rush into the room to come to my aid, I was not surprised to see
Madame Michelle waiting to take them on. However I had not expected to see the
rest of my wife's guests to line up with her. The men come to a halt surprised
to find themselves confronted by over a dozen of the most elegant
sophisticated women on the planet ranging in age from the teenaged mistress of
a Russian Oligarch to aged matriarchs like Countess Claudine. Smiling at the
men, the beautiful elegant women place their smooth hands on the hems of their
skirts and slide them to their hips. The eyes of the men hungrily follow the
long sweeping lines of the sensational legs on display. ?PHROAR!? the men
almost groan in unison for, of course, upper class women are perfect in every
way money can buy. The legs on display are incredibly sexy and desirable, clad
in sheer tan-coloured Wolford pantyhose. The thought struck me that Madame
Michelle's vigilantes wore tan pantyhose as a kind of uniform and had been
giving rich women self-defence lessons. I opened my mouth to shout a warning
as my men stepped towards those hot legs like sex-crazed zombies.

The distraction is fatal. ?HAI!? My men and I jump at the unladylike shout
from over a dozen posh women as a chorus-line of shapely nylon-clad legs snap
out between the legs of as many men. The massed sound of the top of their feet
or shins landing with solid kicks to the guards' groin is like a thunderclap
followed by dreadful cries of anguish. WHUMP! ?Arghghhh!? The rich women are
like a pack of highly cultured animals literally going ballistic. Repeatedly
hammering their feet into the guard's groins, the cold elegant women don't
spare them a second to recover as the men try to fold over in agony only for
another brutally hard kick to nail them in the balls. Let me tell you, posh
women especially the aristocratic ones are the coldest hearted self-centred
people you could ever meet. Uncaring with no regards to others, the training
that Madame Michelle gave them made them formidable ruthless opponents.
Merciless ball-busters with a superior natural arrogance, repeatedly kicking a
guy in the nuts with no concept of mercy.

Two tall snarling brutes had tried to attack my short mature wife. With an
almost bored look of contempt a casual circular sweep of her arm blocked the
punch from one man and locked it up in her short firm arms as she turned to
face the other attacker. ?Pow!? an explosive cry left her lips as her right
hand shot forwards, open-palmed with the fingers stretched. Her fingers seem
to lightly touch the front of his throat slightly off to one side yet an
expression of severe pain spreads across his face and he collapses to the
floor unconscious. Turning her cold gaze back to the first man who was now
desperately trying to pull his trapped arm from her iron-hard lock.
?Mehehehehe? she sniggered into his face with a bemused smirk before adding
with a mutter ?loser?. ?Pow!? she cried before her fist shot forwards driving
her knuckles into his cheek. CRACK! ?Argh!? he cried in surprised pain as the
force of the little lady's punch whipped his face right around so fast that he
nearly stumbled and fell. Using the distraction to make my escape, I look for
a way past the fighting couples. Behind me a thud and a loud groan of pain
signalled my wife driving her hard knee into the man's groin. As he creased
forwards she pulled his head down close to her waist twisting it to the side
before raising her elbow. ?Pah!? The mature Oriental sharply punches the point
down on the side of his neck. WHOCK! The man's body seemed to jump before
slumping to the carpet. Oh crap! Oh crap! I needed to get out of here.

Turning towards the West Wing door I see Frau Gutenberg, a wealthy influential
member of the Hapsburg family. A beautiful elegant woman in her early 30's
with long red hair tied in a bouffant with her hands nonchalantly resting on
her hips wearing a form-fitting red top that emphasised her large breasts.
These are currently jiggling up and down in a most distracting manner. Below
the waist was a long pleated skirt with the hem slid back to the middle of her
raised thigh. The knee is level with her impressive bust pumping her foot back
and forth delivering brutally hard kicks into the groin of the poor guy before
her. She maintains a smug air of coolness while striking with long legged
precision which is not matched by his agonised expression as his body, folded
right over, jerks and writhes with each kick. Finally even the power of her
groin kicks are unable to keep the man up and he collapses to the floor.

I think I can get past but then spot Lady Cartwright, a tall sturdy brunette
with shoulder length hair worn in a severe bob. A rather stern looking woman
in her early 50's she is a skilled horse-rider who runs her husband's
equestrian stud farm with an iron hand, treating her horses better than she
did her servants. Wearing a slinky shimmering long white sleeveless dress with
diamonds and pearls. She is the perfect picture of a maturing elegant
aristocrat with a strict no-nonsense attitude that made it unsurprising that
she was squaring off with a tall muscular man with confident arrogance. ?Come
on man! Put some backbone into it. I won't stand for any nonsense? Her loud
arrogant voice boomed scolding him as if he were a mere stable-boy. Not cowed
by her dominant attitude he threw a punch towards the frosty woman who blocks
it effortlessly with a rather thick formidably shaped forearm. ?Argh!? he
cries as a sharp twist of his hand forces him to his toes dancing in agony
while her she glares down her sharp nose at him with a look of arrogant
disdain. ?How pathetic? she remarks letting him twist and writhe on his toes
for a little while longer. Wordlessly the hem of her long skirt flicks up
giving a glimpse of a thick powerfully muscled calve as a shapely tan flash
powers into his groin. WHUMP! ?Aiiiiieee!? he squeals in agony. I wince at the
terrible sound of that kick landing with such force it drives his legs right
out from under him with a powerful bulge of strong thigh muscle developed from
years of horse-riding. CRAC! ?Aieee!? as he falls his hand bends back with a
terrible cracking sound in her wrist-lock. He crashes to the floor a gibbering
ruined mess. But Lady Cartwright stands over him with her big toned calves
flexing with every impatient tap of her foot while her hands rested upon her
hips ?Come on man. Get up. I hardly touched you? she scolds loudly.

I would have been too scared to confront the fearsome woman even before I'd
seen her destroy one of my men so decided not to go that way in case I became
her next victim. Turning towards the door to the East Wing, I saw Madame
Michelle. Dressed in a smart pin-strip jacket and matching short skirt, the
petite slim-bodied mature Oriental was enthusiastically exchanging punches
with a man who was blocking most of her blows as much as she was blocking his.
Go on knock her block off! I mentally encouraged but had to admit that she was
quite good looking with great legs and looked very sexy as she confidently
stood her ground as the trade in punches got faster. Suddenly the man raised
his leg to blast a kick at her. ?HAI!? she yelled her lovely slim
nylon-sheathed knee rising shockingly fast then snapping straight in the blink
of an eye, pounding hard into his groin before his own kick got anywhere near.
WHUMP! ?Arghnnn!? he bit off the cry and with the pain showing in his eyes
bravely tried to kick again. WAP! She was shockingly fast blocking his leg
with her shin kicking up his foot which she caught then locked in the crook of
her arm against her waist. Her back was to me, giving me a good of her sleek
sexy calves beneath the hem of her skirt as the man hopped helplessly on one
leg. ?Well, you're stuffed? she told him in a level tone with a slender pencil
thin eyebrow rising in amusement over one eye. ?No, no, please? he whined.
?HAI!? his eyes flew wide open and the blood drained from his face as the
petite woman shouted. Her slender leg rose fast like a baseball bat slamming
solidly on the underside of his exposed groin. WHOMP! ?Nnnarghh!? he screamed
in agony. She watched him hobbling while his balls rocked in agony with
amusement for a few seconds. ?Hai!? WHOMP! ?Nniiiii!? he screamed in a higher
pitch as she kicked his vulnerable groin again. ?No!? he squealed as her knee
flashed upwards again then she burst into laughter as the knee remained raised
beneath his raised leg poised to strike.

With an amused smile that lit up her small face she slowly straightened her
leg chuckling at the sweat forming on his petrified face as her foot crept
closer until the tip of her toes lightly touched the bottom of his balls. I
swear to you that her foot lowered by a only a few centimetres. ?HAI!? in a
heartbeat her foot covered that miniscule distance and kicked his balls with
incredible force. WHUMP! ?Arghhhh!? her foot only travelled a tiny distance
but the effect was out of all proportion. With a blood-curdling scream he flew
into the air wrenching his other foot from her grasp. He landed heavily
looking shocked whereupon his knees immediately buckled. Sinking down to his
knees, his eyes pleaded mercy from the smart Oriental business woman standing
over him. Her response was typical of a woman. ?Hai! Yah!? her foot kicked
forwards into his groin closely followed by her fist smashing into his jaw.
WHUMP! WHOCK! The man's body arched backwards as it flew a short distance
across the carpet landing heavily in a senseless heap.

In an instant everything had gone to hell. All around me, the ball-busting
aristocrats were running out of men to break. It was like a nightmare I
couldn't awake from. I still couldn't get my mind around the fact that they
were elegant women of extreme leisure yet had easily destroyed my guards. I
had to get out of here before they turned on me but as I went to make a run
for it, a familiar figure clad in a clinging tight silk dress stepped in front
of me. I suddenly found myself very nervous of the woman I had been married to
for years with her rounded face barely showing the ravages of time and her
wild orange hair. ?It didn't has to be like this, Goldie? I beseeched her.
?Come with me, we can start a new life together?. Instead of a pleased smile
on her exquisite exotic features there was an icy scowl that sent chills done
my spine. ?You're not running away this time, Allam? she said.

Before I could say another word her left hand slashed around in a flash.
?Pow!? the edge of her hand whipped around towards my neck. WHAP! ?Arghh!? her
hand chopped across the side of my neck like an axe. My shoulders jerked up
around my neck tensing as if shocked. ?Feel the power of Tai Chi? Goldie said
in a chilling voice as she lifted her hand and formed a claw with her fingers.
Giving me no chance to react, that claw grabbed the side of my neck where she
had just chopped me. ?Arghhh!? her fingers felt like steel pincers digging
into my flesh and grabbing hold of the nerve that lies beneath. ?Mehehehehe?
she sniggered as I frantically tried pulling her hand away but her grip was
unbreakable. ?Don't mess with me. I know all about your private Swiss Bank
account and your Saint Lucia love-nest? her words were hard to make out over
the incessant drumming of my heartbeat in my ears. ?N..no!? I struggled to get
the words out as my eyelids began fluttering while I had difficulty focusing.
I tried to pull her hand away from my neck but they were latched onto the vein
in my neck like a clamp. My breathing became short and I had to close my eyes
feeling very dizzy.

CRACK! A brutally hard slap pounded across my cheek whipping my face hard to
my right shoulder. ?Oh no. You don't get away with it that easily you
son-of-a-bitch? Oh my God! She must have knocked me out! I was terrified yet
strangely very aroused by how my wife had become this dominant fighting
machine. ?Watch and drool, Allam? she said then raised her arms above her
head. The side slit of her tight slinky dress opened and out stepped a
beautiful leg sheathed in expensive tan nylons so sheer that it was almost
impossible to tell if she was wearing them apart from their shimmering sheen.
Clinging skin tight around the sensual curves of her thighs, hamstrings and
calves they were stunningly sexy. To my amazement, Goldie threw herself
forwards into a handstand right at my feet. I stared dumb-founded at the back
of her large hard-muscled calves as they continued to move towards me. Swish!
The silky smooth feel of her nylons was stimulating as her calves slid around
my neck. I enjoyed the sensation as my neck slid all the way to a few inches
before her knees. ?Nnnoo!? I cried in alarm as her legs became a steel clamp.
?Argh!? my neck was being crushed by her short muscular calves while looking
down her body as it fell away from me towards the floor as she maintained a
handstand. The flaps of her dress had fallen away around her hips leaving me
with an incredibly sexy view along her legs all the way past her crotch to the
waistband of her nylons. ?Argh!? as sexy as the view was, my head was becoming
light-headed. My hands desperately pulled at her thighs trying to prise them
apart but instead of soft flesh they encountered unyielding rock-hard
firmness. ?Argh!? I cried as she locked her feet behind my neck and turned up
the pressure crushing my neck. I knew that her short thick legs looked strong
but never realised how mind-boggling powerful they actually were.

?Hehehehe? she sniggered in a very irritating high pitch. ?Stop crying and
take it like a man you big wimp? she mocked. ?You're going right out in my
strong legs?. ?Arghh!? I couldn't help crying out as her short thighs swelled
like steel balloons beneath my hands as they hung around my neck like
super-sized jewellery. Everywhere I felt was astonishingly hard beneath the
silky feel of her pantyhose. How could such lovely legs be so strong? ?Ohhhh!?
the sheer power flowing through those short sexy thighs into her thick
muscular calves was too much, like a car crusher trying to push steel beams
through my neck. ?Hehehehehe? she made that annoying sound again ?You're
turning a very odd colour. What a laugh!? she chuckled. She was a like a human
python, her legs too powerful to resist. ?Argh!? it was like she was going to
pop my head from my neck with her calves. ?Hehehehehehe? ?Argh!? I felt my
head spinning as my eyes blurred and realised with a shock that her legs were
so strong that she could easily knock me out between them. THROB THROB I was
amazed to find my dick absolutely rigid and throbbing again. ?Argh!? my head
nearly swam out of existence and I realised that if I didn't do something soon
she would soon put me away between her powerful legs. Her legs were too strong
to budge so I decided to push myself forwards and found her body wobbling as
she struggled to maintain her handstand. Yes! I had her! Sensing a way out I
put every ounce of my fading strength in trying to topple her over. I gave one
big push. Suddenly I falling very fast with Goldie's legs clamped as tight as
ever as she thrust herself forwards increasing my momentum. ?Woah!? I cried as
I flipped completely over her body and slammed into the carpet at great speed.
BLAM! The jolt of the impact added to the unbreakable squeeze of my wife's
short chunky strong legs and I felt everything turn black.

?Mmmurr!? I awoke with a start, for a moment disoriented not knowing why I was
lying on the floor. As I raised myself to my elbows and looked around the room
it all came back to me as the sight that greeted me made it feel like a stone
had plunged to the pit of my stomach. Everywhere I look I see my men on their
backs with elite class women leaping onto their faces with obvious relish.
They opened their legs pinning the guy's arms beneath their nylon-sheathed
shins while sitting high on their victim's faces in uncontested victory. It
was a shocking sight, refined women dressed in the most expensive designer
clothes money can buy with regally beautiful faces sitting in the most
unladylike manner imaginable with their skirts hiked up around their hips
ramming their gusset-covered crotches onto the faces of my men. There was
nothing ladylike about a woman sitting on a man with his nose half-way up her
camel-toe. ?Lick it now you pleb or I'll smother you to death with my pussy?
?Do it or die!? ?Satisfy me and I might let you live. Might? I was shocked to
hear their imperious commands. By the bulges in the front of some of the guys'
trousers and the soft moans from the women on top some are only too happy to
oblige.

The braver of the men who resist are choked merciless by elegant hands into
submission or receive hard chops to their necks or brutal punches into their
guts. I see one white-haired regal elderly woman sit on a young muscle man's
face holding her hand flat like a knife jabbing her fingers deep into his
belly until she gave a loud sigh of satisfaction. ?Orrrr! Now do a good job or
I'll rip your balls off? She commanded in cracked aged authoritative tones of
someone used to getting her own way. Soon men everywhere are licking and
worshipping the classy rich woman that defeated them so shamefully easily. How
could it have come to this? These were meant to be some of the best trained
men in the business yet they had got their arses kicked by a bunch of rich
bitches in a matter of minutes. Only a handful of my guards remain standing
with a look of despair seeming resigned to getting destroyed by a bunch of
hyper-rich spoilt women.

I spot Madame Joanne, a woman in her late 50's with a fuller figure, an
attractive although chubby motherly face, tanned skin with exquisitely styled
sun-bleached hair. She wore a sparkly top beneath a stylish black jacket with
a short skirt and black high heels that showed off a stunning pair of legs
sheathed in sheer tan nylon. He faced her nervously with his hands raised in a
fighting stance while she looked calm and cool with the smile of a predator.
?HAI!? he screamed and launched a punch at her. Before it got anywhere close,
she casually leaned forward and drove her knee hard into his belly with a
glorious view of her of her well-proportioned sexy legs. WHUMP! ?Orrrrgh!? he
wailed as the knee soared high lifting him onto his toes as he crumpled around
it. Instantly her noble hand slashed down, the edge chopping the back of his
neck. WHAP! ?Arghh!? his head jerked back. I watched in disbelief as this
regal plump attractive woman grabbed the front of his combat jacket and began
to lean back. A long shapely right leg came up and buried a foot in his groin
as she continued to fall pulling him down with her. The next second, her back
hit the ground and her other leg came up fast to kick the falling man in the
groin as he fell on top of her right foot. Propelled by his forward momentum
with the added painful groin kick her marvellous legs straightened sending him
hurtling right over her at tremendous speed. He tumbled over in mid-air and
slammed heavily onto his back on the floor where he seemed to lay in defeat
with a rising tent in his trousers waiting for her to mount his face.

That's when I spot the balcony doors. The big double doors framed by grand
marble pillars sat mid-way along length of the room. They opened up onto a
large raised patio area which had an elevated view over the magnificent
gardens. More significantly were the steps at each end leading down into the
garden. I had barely taken a step in that direction when one of my guards
crossed my path with a raised pistol pointing at a regal elderly woman. I was
shocked that someone would pull a gun on the Dowager. With her silvery hair
worn in a short bouffant she looked dignified in a shoulderless sky-blue
ballgown that clung to the curves of her tall slim figure. Massive dangling
diamond earrings hung from her ear while her aged wrinkly neck was encircled
by a semi-circle of semi-precious stones worth more than any working class
man's house. I was just about to berate him for pulling a gun on this
much-loved old lady who was practically Royalty when a sharp movement kicked
up the hem of her skirt. The long skirt fanned out in a sea of blue snapping
through 90 degrees. CLACK! ?Argh!? The gun went flying from his hand while the
hem of her skirt slid back to reveal a fine set of long slim and shapely
calves featuring sleek muscular lines. I was staggered that the old woman, who
looked like she was at least in her 70's and the model of decorum could kick
so fast and so high.

?EEYAH!? a terrifying unexpected hoarse shout came from the regal old woman's
mouth. My mouth fell in amazement as the slender matriarch spun right around
on one heel. A flash of surprisingly sexy leg shot out horizontally like a
lightning bolt. A bolt of tan appearing from the flowing blue dress which the
old woman held back with her a hand. WHOMP! The sole of her dainty foot
pummelled the gut of the big muscular guard. ?Worrrraghh!? he wailed as the
old woman's kick landed with such terrific force that he was lifted clean off
his feet whilst his body creased around her foot. Her leg straightened sending
the man flying across the room at tremendous speed. BLAM! His back slammed
against the balcony doors with such force they burst open behind him and sent
him tumbling out. ?Such fun!? she exclaimed joyfully as if she were holding a
plum in her mouth.

?Don't even think about running? my wife's voice sounded from behind with her
strong Hong Kong accent. I spun around psyching myself up to confront her
again and was struck dumb. Goldie had ditched the dragon dress and was
standing before me only wearing her tan-coloured pantyhose. That's it. No bra,
no heels, no knickers, no nothing. Although her broad smiling face shows it's
age with a few faint lines and wrinkles, time appeared not to have told the
rest of her body. Her small bare breasts were very firm, pleasingly rounded
and natural with fully erect large nipples sending all sorts of messages to my
loins. Her stomach was a surprise seeming much tighter and firmer than when I
last saw it. To be honest that had probably been a few years ago as I didn't
bother with her much preferring much younger companionship. Not a sign of
middle-age spread, her belly was very firm rising and falling gently as she
breathed. As it did I could make out a faint grid-work of a six-pack
delicately chiselled into her firm stomach and very sexy it looked too. In
fact my wife looked sensationally hot for a woman her age, hell! For a woman
of any age. ?Orrrr Goldie. You look amazing? I groaned in pure lust. Looking
so much fitter and sexier than I'd ever seen her, I just wanted to exercise my
husbandly rights and bang her until I was done.

?I really want to make it up to you? I told her sincerely and give you a damn
good banging I thought. I was seeing my wife in a new light and it was making
me desperately hard. My beautiful wildcat wife smiled placing her hands behind
the top of her head and pushed out her small breasts with nipples so erect
they looked like they could shatter glass. Small low-laying peaks rose from
the tops of her short chubby arms. So my wife had strong biceps to add to the
list of surprises. ?You like your wife's body now do you?? she asked stepping
close up to me speaking in low seductive tones that made my groin throb. Her
mouth became a firm arrogant pout as her almond shaped eyes stared at me in
challenge while her topless body stood less than an inch away. ?Orrrr yes
darling. Very much? ?I'm in much better shape than those teenage trollops you
take to your love-shack? There was no point denying it. ?This body is made for
making love all night long and well beyond. Can they?? ?Orrrrr!? just looking
at her, there was no denying it. ?Do you really think you could stand the
pace? You are getting along a bit you know? she teased. ?They meant nothing
darling. You are my wife. My one true love? I was desperate to get my hands on
that hot-as-hell body with flawless skin and not a blemish or wrinkle in sight
and give her a damn good seeing to. ?Liar? she snapped.

The memory of the Tai Chi arse-kicking crazy woman faded with the lust for her
body and I let her take my hands and run them across her stomach. ?Feel how
taut my belly is? She purred guiding my palms across her beautifully sculpted
stomach. ?Wonderful? I groaned enjoying the experience. ?No flabby bits
anywhere. My body is fit, strong and supple? she said running my hands all
over her stomach which indeed was as rock-hard as it looked. ?In better shape
at 53 than your teenage whores will ever be? she said with a slight edge to
her voice. ?That's what years of Tai Chi can do for a woman? she told me
moving my hands to cup her breasts, the nipples erect beneath my palm. ?Does
this body make you hard? Husband dear? she asked in a seductive voice with a
strange smile. ?Oh yes? I groaned. She pressed her sensational topless body
right against me pushing her face close to mine ?Do I make you hard??. Her
lips pink with lipstick were so inviting. ?Oh Goldie, I want you? I moaned and
leant forward to kiss her.

?Pah!? Her voice exploded in my face as she twisted my hands apart and drove
her right foot into my shin. WHOMP! ?Ouch!? I yelped at the unexpected swift
kick. ?What did you do that for?? I yelled as she stepped away raising her
arms into a fighting stance with her open hands poised as if to chop me to
pieces. Although confronted by a virtually naked mature woman with a very
desirable body, her confident fighting stance reminded me of her previously
unsuspected combat skills. Her broad face broke into an amused smile pushing
up her high cheekbones, her eyes wide. ?You want to know why?? She asked
?Because I wanted to see you get raging hard at the sight of your wife that
you've neglected and cheated all these years? she said. ?Tai Chi is all about
redirecting force? she said with a tight smile. Her hands swished in front of
her and before I could stop her a hand shot towards my groin coming to a halt
and gently brushing it. ?Sometimes it just gives a harmless little nudge? the
sexy topless woman that was my wife purred as electric fingertips lightly
brushed the front of my trousers. ?Orrrrr! Goldie? I moaned at the build-up of
pressure inside my groin almost brought me to the point of ejaculation.

?Sometimes it will cause irreparable internal damage? She said before her face
hardened. ?Pow!? the explosive sound was right in my face as her stiff fingers
drove hard into my groin. ?Arrghhhh! No no!? I screamed as it felt like she
was trying to push steel needles right inside my scrotum. ?Arghh no no!? I
grabbed hold of her wrist with both hands and franticly tried to pull her hand
away but her steely fingers were embedded deep. The pain was excruciating.
?Mehehehehe? she sniggered cruelly. ?That will stop you getting your little
whores pregnant? she smiled as she withdrew her fingers and I bent over in
agony cupping my balls which were unbearably sore to the touch.

With a victorious smile Goldie turned her back on me to address her posh
friends ?Once your men have licked you to complete satisfaction, we will be
serving tea?. I saw red and lunged while her back was turned. It was almost as
if she had eyes in the back of her head for she didn't even look around.
?Pow!? she exclaimed as soon as I slapped one hand down upon her shoulder. Her
right foot drove back at blinding speed. BAM! ?Aiiiiee!? I squealed as the
sole of her foot stomped on my ruined balls. Her leg straightened behind her
pushing me away from her before momentarily dropping without returning to the
floor. Bent at the knee her foot began to rise right up behind her while she
leant away from me. ?Pow!? her leg straightened as the sole of her foot rushed
towards my face. BAM! ?Orghh!? I wailed as her foot smashed me hard against
the mouth with such leggy power that my head was whipped back past my
shoulders and I fell to my knees.

?Oh yes, Allam. Fight back. Give me a good workout? Goldie sounded eager, her
eyes wide with heightened excitement. Her sensational fit firm body screamed
ultimate femininity with the promise of untold hours of sexual pleasure,
however standing before me with her fists raised reminded me of how she had
demonstrated fighting skills far superior than anything I possessed. I got to
my feet cautiously hands raised to show that I did not intend to fight her.
However her hands did not lower but remained ready for action, open palmed,
fingers stiff. Faint blocks of hardness rose and fell on her belly gently as
she breathed. Together with the visible muscle tone in her arms and her strong
legs, I realised what a truly awesome kick-ass fit babe my wife had become and
I wanted her badly. With the sight of her hairy snatch pressing hard against
the skin-tight sheer pantyhose she may have well been naked. ?Oh Goldie, let's
not fight? I begged my voice full of yearning. ?Oh yes, let's? it wasn't the
response I was hoping. ?I'm so much fitter than you. I can kick higher and
harder than you?

?Pow!? she cried. Out of fear my fist flew straight towards her belly. WOK!
?Ouch!? I yelped as my fist folded beneath my wrist almost spraining it. It
was as if I had just punched a brick wall which her wonderful stomach now
resembled with clearly delineated blocks of hard defined muscle. Goldie smiled
me in amusement showing absolutely no signs of any ill effect. ?Nehehehehe?
she sniggered ?What the feck was that?? she laughed, her beautiful small
rounded bare breasts jiggling in a wonderful manner. ?Now it's my turn? she
said her smile fading into a cold smirk. ?G..Goldie n..no!? I stammered in
fright of the short practically naked woman.

?Pow!? her nylon-sheathed knee snapped up between us level with her belly in a
terrifying blink of the eye before snapping straight in the next. Her short
leg rose at a steep angle as her foot rocketed towards my face. A practically
nude woman with a sensational body giving me a high kick demonstrating
jaw-dropping flexibility with her pussy fully exposed through her nylons while
her hard abdominals flexed into definition. It was the sexiest sight
imaginable, it's no wonder that I had a raging hard erection long before her
foot made contact. BAM! ?Garrhh!? The top of her feet slammed across my mouth
and hammered my cheeks, blasting my face like an express train, snapping it
back towards the ceiling while her foot continued to soar above me.

?Eee!? a squeal cleared my head in time to see Goldie lean away from me with
her right knee raised across her belly. ?Pow!? her foot drove like a lightning
bolt towards my right side. WHUMP! ?Arghhh!? her foot stomped the side of my
body with such force that the middle of my body jerked hard to the left almost
dislocating my hip. I caught a glimpse of her face and was terrified by the
cold hard smoulderingly sexy expression as her nylon-sheathed leg flicked back
to a raised knee with her pussy taunting me at the gusset. In helpless horror
I could only watch as it snapped straight once more rocketing towards my face.
?Pow!? ?Arghh!? the top of her foot smashed around my mouth and nose like a
hammer-blow blasting my head back hard over my shoulders. ?No please!? I
begged as my vision cleared to reveal the smoulderingly topless panythose
warrioress staring at me coldly, her hands raised open-palmed with her hot
taut body poised to strike.

?Pah!? her lethal hands circled towards me. In terror I flung up my arms to
block it but the blow never landed. It was a feint. With a big smirk on her
face, her knee flashed to waist then whipped around continuing to rise as her
muscular calve angled the foot towards me. ?Pow!? a brief glimpse of the hairs
of her pussy squashed against her nylon gusset as the sole of her foot rushed
unstoppably towards my face. BLAM! The sole of her foot was shockingly hard as
it smashed into the side of my jaw like a hammer making it click to one side
and painfully distorting my mouth. Black and red explosions filled my vision
as I fell to my knees with my mouth in a world of hurt. ?Mehehehehe, loser?
she sniggered in a condescending manner.

Oh God! How is a man expected to handle a naked fit bodied woman totally
kicking your arse? Her near-nakedness proclaimed her femininity in no
unquestionable terms and I was absolutely rigid for her once more. Even on my
knees my wife showed no mercy. A thick slab of powerful muscle bulged in the
side of her short chunky thighs and a split-second her leg was sweeping around
in a backward arc. ?Pow!? BAM! her sole hammered my mouth with shocking
strength. ?Orrragh!? I cried as I hurled backwards. BLAM! My back hit the
carpet with shocking force and my teeth aching badly. Above me my wife's short
chunky leg was poised horizontally. It hung there, short and thick but
wonderfully shaped with the curves of her thick strong thighs, the powerful
curve of her hamstrings at the back of her leg and the stunning splendour of
her large rounded calves. Sheathed in very sheer tan coloured nylon, it was
the sexiest leg that I'd ever seen and its visible muscular power that could
deliver brutally strong unstoppable kicks made it sexier all the more.

?No!? I screamed as that leg suddenly dropped like an axe. WHUMP! ?Orragh? I
groaned as her foot pummelled my sternum. My body jerked trying to fold up
around her foot. Shockingly I felt a small ejaculation squirt from my dick.
Maybe she lied about castrating me?. ?Mehehehe, silly? Goldie sniggered
staring at the spreading damp patch of embarrassment at the front of my
trousers. ?Just because I castrated you doesn't stop you getting an erection?
She explained as if I were a child. ?Mehehehe, or even ejaculating? she
sniggered ?It just means there won't be any sperm to get anyone pregnant?.
WHOMP ?Argh!? I squealed as kicked me in the balls as I lay at her feet.

?Who's going to save you from your wife now, big shot?? she chuckled, her
voice heavy with scorn and with a wicked smirk of superiority. Instinctively
my eyes flickered to my bodyguards who I saw silently getting to their feet a
short distance away. Goldie's face broken into a wide smile. ?Pah! Bodger and
Badger. Don't make me laugh? she snorted in derision. To my amazement and
theirs my diminutive topless wife strode right up to them with shocking
confidence and an unconcerned look upon her exotic face. All around us, over a
dozen of the world's richest women watched with interest as they sat upon the
faces of what was left of my sorry excuse of a private guard, defeated by
these elegant leggy women and now administrating their submission with their
faces deep in the sophisticated crotches. ?You work for me. Down on your knees
and kiss my feet? Goldie demanded to their confusion not knowing whether to
look at her face, bare breasts or barely concealed pussy with visibly rising
lust. ?Or you work for him and will get your sorry arses kicked again. Your
choice? she said.

?Too late? she added cheerfully then pivoted swiftly on her left heel, her
knee flying up level with her wonderful bare bust as she leant forwards.
Startled into action Basher's arm shot forwards to block the blow as her thigh
snapped horizontally out to her side. ?Pow!? Goldie's leg kicked back knocking
his arm out of the way before hammering the sole of her foot right in the
middle of his face with brutal force. WHOP! ?Arghh!? he cried as her leg
continued to straighten behind her with amazing flexibility physically driving
his face upwards pushing it over his shoulders whereupon he lost balance and
fell to one knee.

Without pause the practically naked woman spun right around to face Smasher.
?Hai!? The big muscular African blasted a terrific kick towards her. WHOMP!
His big foot hammered her gut with such force that Goldie was driven back
several steps. I had felt her hard abdominals but even so I was shocked that
they had survived a kick from such a big brute. Showing no distress and with a
cold smirk upon her mature face, the topless woman seized his foot then raised
her elbow then brought it down sharply upon his kneecap. ?Pah!? CRACK!
?Aieeee!? his scream was chilling as his leg momentarily bowed in the wrong
direction. Showing utter ruthlessness that had my dick throbbing, she dropped
his ruined leg and pivoted away from him lifting her knee. Looking incredibly
sultry and dominant the near-nude vision drove her foot back hard straight
against his belly. WHOMP! ?Nnnnarrghhhh!? he wailed as her foot stomped
through his magnificent six pack and buried itself deep in his belly. Her
short chunky leg straightened lifting the big hulk off his feet as his torso
creased around her foot.

As he crashed to the floor. The stunning form of the pantyhose-clad naked
woman spun to face Basher. ?Who's the boss?? she asked as she loomed over the
crouched man. ?You are, you are!? he shrieked in terror. ?You've got that
right, bitch? she chuckled. ?No!? he cried as the lithe woman twisted bringing
her knee up. He threw a punch to defend himself which she knocked aside with a
dismissive circular sweep of her arm. With sexy suppleness her knee came up
between them level with her bare breasts before flicking straight in the blink
of an eye. With her foot beautifully pointed, the top of her foot slammed into
the side of his neck close to the jawline. ?Pow!? WHUMP! The head of a huge
tough muscular African brute jerked like a football attached to a post by a
spring. Providing me with a breath-taking view of her ample yet firm rounded
buttocks held together by the seat of her nylons, they were like a large peach
inside a sheer nylon bag. Her short leg continued to power on, knocking the
man over onto his back by sheer force. ?Mehehehe, loser? she sniggered ?I'm
The Morrocan's wife and don't forget it? she told the prone form on the floor.
But Basher didn't answer. He was out cold.

I was so unbelievable hard for my wife as she ruthlessly destroyed the two
meanest guys in my organisation practically naked displaying a remarkable body
that I never knew she possessed. As the short slightly-plump mature Oriental
spun back to face Smasher, who was still on his knees, he stared at his
unconscious companion in wide-eyed horror. I loved the lines of my wife's
topless torso as she squared off with her knife hands raised, her wide oval
high-cheeked face a smouldering look of emotionless concentration. ?Pow!? she
cried, her knee rising fast as her left leg swung around towards his head. My
dick stiffened throbbed at the sight of her firm round buttocks with the
crevice between them clearly visible through the thin sheer of her pantyhose
as her leg swung around to slam the top of her pointed foot against his cheek.
WHACK! It sounded like someone had taken a cricket bat and swung it against
the side of his face. The impact was just the same as he lifted partially off
the floor and nearly went over onto his back but the guy was touch and somehow
managed to retain his balance.

I was shocked and more than a little turned on by my wife's brutal sadistic
streak. No sooner had her left leg landed than her right was shooting into the
air with her nylons tight across her hairy crotch. ?Pow!? I marvelled at the
sight of the strong cord-like line of her inner thighs and the big shapely
calve muscle dangling beneath her short shins as the heel of her foot
pummelled the man's jaw with shocking force. WHOCK! The bottom of his face
seemed to distort as a shock-wave of energy swept across his face making his
cheeks ripple and quake. His head whipped right back as her foot continued to
travel with her huge meaty calves flaring out solidly like muscular handles to
her lower leg. A lesser man would have collapsed backwards out cold but
Smasher was tough and tried to hold on in there, his body swaying wildly as he
rocked back and forth on his knees before falling flat on his face at the
lovely dainty feet of my wife. ?Mehehehehe, loser? Goldie smirked, her
wonderful topless body showing no signs of exertion.

Stretching out her right leg she slid her foot beneath his shoulder. ?Orrr!? I
moaned throbbing hard at the sight of my wife's short chunky but very sexy
very shapely legs. ?Please leave me alone? he wailed in a pathetic voice.
?Please no more, you're too much to handle? he begged like a frightened child.
?Spot on, wimp. Nehehehehe? she sniggered. Powerful thick muscular shapes
bulged in my wife's thighs along with the thick cord of her inner thighs
growing so large that I thought her hose would tear as she rolled over the
huge heavy muscular guy onto his back using her foot. ?Orrrr Goldie!? I moaned
as my dick beat so hard at the very visible shine of her toned legs as the big
brute flopped onto his back. I watched in a heightened state of arousal as my
wife lowered herself onto the big hulk until she was perched on his belly.
?Who's the boss? Wimp? she asked. ?You are? he moaned. ?Correct answer? with
that she swivelled on his belly sloping her left knee over to the left side of
his body while angling back the shin so that the top of her lovely foot rested
beneath his jaw. ?Lights out, Dopey, Mehehehehe. Pow!? with that her foot
pulled back only a fractional from his neck then flashed back. WHOMP! Despite
the small distance involved, the impact sounded very solid and I saw his eyes
fly wide open in a mad-eyed stare as a sharp shudder went through his entire
body. It was only brief but when it stopped his eyes closed and he was out
cold. My wife stood, placing one foot firmly on Smasher's face and giving me a
tough stare raised both of her short arms and flexed in victory as the two
toughest of men lay out cold at her feet. Small but solid looking mounds
swelled on my wife's naked body,thick, hard, more powerful than I'd ever
imagined.

?Nnnnnnarrrrr nnnnarrrr nnnarrr!? three powerful blasts emptied my balls into
my pants with such unbelievable strength I nearly passed out. I was shocked,
I'd never had that reaction to a muscular woman before but the sight of my
wife practically in the nude competently destroying my two biggest men once
again and then flexing her remarkably fit strong toned body at me had been too
much to bear. ?Mehehehehe? she sniggered derisively ?Why, Allam! That
castration has seemed to have done a world of good for your sex life? she
giggled then broke into guffaws of demeaning laughter which was taken up by
the watching posh women.

I looked up as Goldie stepped in front of me, topless and wearing only her
sheer pantyhose that hid nothing of her sensational fit body crammed into such
a squat package. Her hands were raised to fight some more, her face eager for
more violence. ?No! No more please!? I squealed as her large thick left calve
bulged with massive power as she drew back her right leg. With a malicious
sneer on her exotic face, her right leg swung around in a blur of tan nylon as
I frantically tried to scramble backwards out of the way. ?Pow!? she cried,
her mouth opening wide. ?Mmaarrgg!? I cried as the lovely arched top of her
foot clubbed sideways across my mouth.

?Kiss it, you pathetic worm? she ordered as she held the top of her foot
firmly against my mouth. I looked along her thick nylon-sheathed leg, past her
bush and up above that magnificent desirable topless torso I felt a strong
lurch in my groin as I caught sight of her face glaring down at me looking so
fierce and domineering that I didn't hesitate. I puckered my lips as best I
could with the top of her foot firmly pressing against my mouth and began to
feverishly kiss. It was so humiliating and degrading yet after only a few
moments I was surprised to find myself enjoying kissing her silky smooth
nylons as they followed the wonderful curves of the top of her foot. Placing
my hand upon her slender ankle I began kissing and licking the top of her foot
working towards the toes while taking a good feel of those huge solid calves
dangling at the back of her lower leg.

Just as I was getting into it, her leg was whipped away from my grasp. I was
about to protest when I saw the hard smouldering expression on Goldie's face
and her knife hands raised. ?You're enjoying yourself too much. This is not
for your benefit? she berated me in harsh clipped tones. Looking up at her
sexy nylon-clad legs was a pleasure until her right leg lifted at the knee.
?Pow!? her leg flashed down like a lightning bolt from high. WHOMP!
?Naaarghh!? I wailed as the sole of her foot stomped down upon the middle of
my chest. I broke into a coughing fit with my ribs aching, scared that she
could have broken them.

With her hands upon her hips Goldie looked down at me in sheer dominance as
she slid her foot over my chest and onto my face coming to rest with the top
part of the sole on my lips with the toes pressing against my nose. Her right
hand stretched out at an angle with the finger pointing right at me. ?Worship
my nylons as if your life depends upon it, because? She paused as her foot
slid slightly back with the heel lifting angling her foot as the toes played
with my lips. ?It does? She said in a stern tone and with that her toes
burrowed right pass my lips forcing my mouth open as they drove inside my
mouth. ?Come on you bastard lick and suck on them or you'll feel my strong
legs stomp your face to pulp? Goldie stated with such vigour that I knew she
would do it. The near-naked woman standing over me with her toes in my mouth
looked so fierce like an avenging Oriental warrior Goddess that I began
worshipping her fearful for my life. I'm not one of those guys with a foot
fetish and to be honest the idea of sucking on a woman's sweaty nylons didn't
appeal to me but looking up at those thick shapely nylon-sheathed legs to her
hairy snatch visible through the gusset was erotically exciting and I began to
suck and lick in earnest. There was something so humbling and submissive
sucking on a woman's toes. ?Mehehehehe? she sniggered ?Suck on the toes of
your wife, your mistress? she taunted working her toes around inside
stretching my mouth this way and that making my jaws ache as I struggled to
keep worshipping her toes.

?Enough!? she barked withdrawing her foot to stand over me with her legs
astride and her hands upon the waistband of her pantyhose where it met the
exhilarating zone of firm toplessness above. ?Get on your knees right now.
Kneel before your mistress wife? she demanded in such a strict tone that I
found myself jumping to obey without question. Kneeling before my powerfully
dominant wife I found myself trembling with anticipation or was it fear or
both? With a stern no-nonsense glare that smouldered sexily upon her face
Goldie pointed to her right foot. ?Kiss it you worm. Don't force me to beat
you up again? her voice was so strict I knew I dare not refuse. Bending my
face towards her feet I began paying homage to the top of her right foot. As I
continued kissing, I marvelled at how enormous her calves were as they flared
out in sensuously curved wings behind her short shins. While continuing to
kiss the top of her toes, I tentatively slid one hand around her slender ankle
and the other onto the back of her calve. My God! The difference in size
between her ankles which I could easily encircle with one hand and the
thickest part of her calves was truly jaw dropping for even with a hand upon
either side I still couldn't make my fingers join up. So hard too, there was
absolute no give in them. ?Nehehehehe? she sniggered ?Big aren't they? Big and
very strong?.

Without being asked I began to kiss along the top of her foot then with
apprehension I cautiously began to kiss along that lovely curve between the
top of her foot where it turns and becomes the lower part of her shin.
Receiving no rebuke I continued to work my lips with rising passion along her
shin, all the while stroking and touching my wife's calves. With my hands
feeling her amazing shaped calves I tentatively began kissing them marvelling
at their large smoothly rounded size and hardness under my palms. ?Nehehehehe.
You like my big calves? she sniggered ?Then get ready to blow your mind?.
?Ohhhh God!? I groaned as she raised her heels laughing at my reaction as
those huge calves flexed into powerfully muscular spear-head shapes right
before my face. My dick stiffened instantly like it was set in quick-drying
concrete as those massive rounded edge muscles bulged so big and with such a
deep sharp looking lower cliff edge along the bottom of her calve heads that I
was surprised her nylons weren't ripped to shreds. ?Orrrrr Goldie!? I moaned
loudly and began kissing the massive hard spear headed shapes with pure lust
while marvelling at their sheer size and hardness under my hands, they were
like cannon balls.

?Oh Goldie, Goldie, Goldie!? I groaned like an imbecile between passionate
kisses of those beautiful calves while my dick was beating so hard inside my
pants that it was probably going to break right out at any second. ?Oh Goldie,
I want to f*ck your calves? I groaned driven mad with lust by my wife's
startlingly sexy large muscular calves. Kneeling on the carpet in front of the
short chunky leggy towers, I stuck my neck between her sleek shins to kiss the
large downward pointing spear heads that adorned the inside edges of her
calves. In retrospect that was probably a dumb thing to do for with a
momentarily rasp of soft nylon against my skin her legs just closed together
and I found my neck scissored between her calves. ?Grkkkk!? I croaked as the
unbelievably hard inside edges of her those big muscular calve heads crushed
against the sides of my neck with such mind-blowing power that my vision just
blurred right out and constricted my windpipe. ?No Allam. These calves are
going to f*ck you up. Nehehehehe? she sniggered. Grabbing her slim ankles I
tugged desperately at her legs. In response Goldie just raised both heels.
?Ggg....arkk!? a shaky croak escaped my lips as those awesome calves expanded
to tremendous size. My hands flew to her calves to encounter massive iron-hard
shapes. My eyelids were blinking uncontrollably as black patches filled my
blurred vision and veins pulsed horribly in my temples. It felt like boulders
were being pushed into my neck by an industrial crushing machine closing my
windpipe tight. How is a man meant to handle a woman with calves these?
?Nnnnnnurr? a low moan left my lips as a sticky warm pool of embarrassment
spread over my groin and a warm comforting blanket of darkness enclosed my
mind.

?Mmnnarr!? I came around with a start for a moment not knowing where I was and
why I was lying face down on my front. ?Mehehehehe, loser? an irritating
high-pitch snigger followed by a low mutter brought back the memories of my
embarrassing humiliation by my wife's calves in front of a roomful of super
elite women. My God! a petite slightly stocky mature Oriental woman had put my
lights right out in a matter of moments using her disproportionately large
hard calves. As crushingly shameful as it was to be beaten up by my own wife,
the sight of those big softly rounded calves stepping into my vision, filled
me with a sense of awe and an overwhelming feeling of submissiveness. ?My, how
the mighty have fallen? she taunted as she stood in front of me stretching out
a chunky leg. I lay still unable to think what to do as the sole pressed
against my lips with the taste of her nylons suffusing my senses. ?Kiss it,
wimp? she ordered and I found myself automatically obeying. Giving me a hard
stare as I did, she raised her right hand clenched a fist and extended the
middle finger upwards. ?This is what I think of you and your stinking slave
business. That ends now and if you don't like it you can swivel on it? there
were shocked gasps from some of the posh women at such language. Suddenly the
sole pressing on my mouth jerked hard to the right then left whipping my face
one way then the other before lifting leaving me in a daze.

?You need to acknowledge that I own you. You are my bitch. I am your boss? she
let the words sink in as she stepped close. The short shins with the wide
flaring calves at the back stood in front of my face before she turned around.
?On your knees and bow your head between my thighs. Now!? Goldie demanded.
?Please no? I begged in terror. Those thighs might look short and chunky but
they also looked terribly firm with strong flaring thighs. I looked up
pleading at my wife. Her face glared down sternly at me over her small naked
breasts with the big erect nipples as her lightly ribbed stomach rose and fall
gently under her breath while the light shimmered from the sheen of the
tan-coloured nylons. ?Please no!? I cried as her legs bent at the knees as she
moved into a crouch right over my head, her arm arcing in a circle. ?Pow!? the
explosive cry made me jump as the side of her hand chopped into the base of my
neck on the right-hand side. WHOCK! ?Naarghh!? I wailed as the shock seared
through my nervous system making my neck and shoulders tense then relax.

Leaving me shaking Goldie stood up grabbing a big clump of the top of my hair
and pulling my head between her short thick thighs with the nylon rasping on
either side until my face was about an inch higher than her knees looking down
at her feet. Her big legs closed lightly around my neck, her thighs so thick
they swallowed up the lower part of my face. Instinctively I raised my hands
and placed my palms on her thighs. ?When I tell you to do something you will
obey. Say yes sir? with that the lovely firm thighs beneath the silky soft
nylons turned to mighty columns expanding like steel balloons pushing my hands
outwards while powering down on my neck with the most unbearable pressure I'd
ever experienced. ?Aghhhh! Arghhh!? I was screaming clenching my eyes against
the terrible forces bearing down upon my neck and my lower face. Oh God! my
cheeks felt like they were going to explode and my jaw shatter like glass
under the unreal pressure being exerted by my wife's legs. Under my palms her
thighs felt enormous and harder than steel. ?I told you to say yes sir. Say it
or I'll break your face? I heard Goldie demand over the loud beating of my
heart in my ears. ?Yes sir, yes sir? I screamed in agony, finding it hard to
move my mouth under the terrible compression caused by her huge thighs.
?Nnnnarghh!? I screamed as the pressure soared to new heights that made my
head spin. ?Who'se the boss?? ?You arghhhhh!? I screamed as her outer thighs
became massive bulging slabs of raw power.

?Mehehehehe, loser? I opened my eyes to find myself on my side with my face
pressed up against my wife large inverted bottle shaped calves. My head hurt
like hell, every movement was agony. Oh God! She must have knocked me out
again, this time with her short powerful thighs. ?Kiss my calves? my wife
demanded. I was too beaten and broken by my wife who had turned into a
dominant brutal fighting Goddess to dare resist. Moving slowly because of the
after-effects of her powerful legs, I moved my lips and pressed them against
those big calves. With the taste of her pantyhose in my mouth I kissed her
calves. Feeling weak and submissive I worshipped those calves wanting to serve
her badly knowing that her short legs were just too strong to handle. My wife
was a powerfully legged Goddess that I had no hope of resisting. ?Do you
promise to serve these legs?? Goldie asked. ?Yes? I mumbled, a broken man
?Will you worship and honour them to the end of your days?? she asked. ?Yes, I
do? I mumbled in defeat.

?Ready to feel more of the power of my legs?? She asked. ?No! no more please?
I begged almost in tears ?Head! Calves! Now!? She ordered with such venom. I
didn't dare refuse. Trembling with fear I watched as she turned around in
front of me then opened her legs. I looked up to plead with her but the glare
she gave me was so fierce I had to look away. On hands and knees I slid my
head between Goldie's nylon-clad legs with my neck level with her knees.
Immediately they sprang shut with her calves clamped on either side of my
neck. My hands flew to her calves as she crossed her feet and began squeezing.
?Grkkk!? I croaked as her right calve swelled up, an immovable hard mass
digging into my throat making it impossible to breath. ?Mehehehehe, loser? I
heard her snigger above the buzzing in my ears as I felt myself go
light-headed quickly succumbing to my wife's beautiful but deadly calves.

?Mehehehehe, loser? my wife's irritating snigger greeted me as I realised with
a start that she had knocked me out again. Oh no! As if my wife wasn't wild
enough to handle before now she was an unstoppable superwoman. Completely
naked apart from her pantyhose she was strong and sexy. Despite being shorter
than me I felt so weak and small as I knelt at the feet of this dominant
woman. Without a word she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into
her crotch. I didn't hesitate. With a thin gusset between my mouth and her sex
I began licking furiously wanting to worship this kick-ass Goddess. I licked
like crazy wanting to give her the biggest orgasm ever. ?Oh Feck! That's it,
give me a big one, you loser? she moaned in between pants of pleasure. ?Orrr
yes. This is how you are going to satisfy me every day Orrr yes From now on
whenever I demand it and Orrrr feck! you will obey without question. Orrr lick
it up lapdog? She moaned moving her crotch back and forth as she held my face
in place kneeling at her feet, with my head pressed up looking up into the
gusset of her tan-coloured pantyhose that were now very damp with my
passionate licking and her juices.

The sounds of her moaning and groaning in growing sexual frenzy while looking
up at her hard belly and small bare breasts with very erect big nipples
increased my own lust. ?Orrr feck yes? she moaned as I licked with increased
passion letting my Goddess wife know I would worship her to the end of time.
?Orrr yes, ohhh yes!? she was moaning loudly, really grinding her gusset into
my face like she was trying to erase my face with her pussy. Around me I heard
the room explode into a sexual orgy as the posh ladies began doing the same to
my men that they had defeated. ?Ohhhh what a good pussy eater you are? she
groaned steadily increasing the tempo grinding my mouth and nose back and
forth so hard and fast in her slot that I was sure she would wear a hole in
the crotch of her hose. ?Ohhhh feck! I think I'll keep you alive just for this
purpose? she moaned. ?Ohhhhh Goddd!? she screamed and that's when she went
absolutely crazy on my face riding it in fury so hard I was scared she would
break my neck. Orrrr! my Goddess came so hard on my face that I felt her
squirt. My dick was stiff, turned on by my wife's sheer dominance but I was
too scared of her to try to take her to relief myself as I probably would have
in the past.

Panting from her exertions, Goldie pulled my face from between her legs and
bent it back by the hair to force me to look up at her face as it hovered
above her sensational topless body. A hard smile spread on her broad face.
?You might have used your influence to escape the law, Allam? she stated ?But
you can't escape your wife, mehehehehe? she added with a horrible snigger.
Looking around, she addressed the posh women in the room. ?If you put away
your toys, tea and nibbles will be served in the Green room?. With that, the
magnificent semi-naked form of my mistress arose and I watched the flexing of
her huge calves as she walked to a nearby sofa. Sitting on the edge of the
seat cushion, she opened her legs raising her feet to her toes making the
sides of her calves flex into hard jutting arrow-head slabs protruding with a
very prominent shelf-like ridge a good two fingers wide. Her hand pointed
between her calves. ?The back of your head there, now!? she demanded. I was
too terrified to disobey.

Trembling with fear and rigid with expectation I moved to sit in front of my
wife's sofa with my back to the seat, trying not to shake in terror. I felt
the heavy weight of her short but very thick calves as they slid over my
shoulders. ?Who's the boss?? she asked. ?You are? I replied. ?You've got that
right? she told me. Her large right calve folded towards me looking absolutely
huge. It was so big that my face was lifted up as it wedged beneath my chin
and rested against my throat. Her left hand reached out to grasp her slender
ankle before she pulled that big calve tight against my throat. ?Grkk!? I
croaked as that huge solid mass flexed against my throat crushing my windpipe
shut. My hands flew to the calve crossed over my throat brutally choking me.
?Mehehehe? she sniggered as her right palm slammed into the back of my head
and began pushing my head harder against those big calves I fancied so much
earlier on. ?Urkkkk!? I croaked as that calve seemed like a rock was being
pulled into my throat, so big that my face was angled towards the ceiling. I
let my hands drop to the carpet in resignation. How do you handle a woman with
big muscular calves? You don't, you just let her choke you out between her
beautifully phenomenally shaped calves and try to enjoy it. ?Urrrrr!? I think
I came again as I slipped into the enveloping darkness. Everything had
changed. I was the master criminal no more.