Aint Nobody's Bitch
By Montrose
A good old boy learns his place

I'm watchin' wrestin' on TV Saturday mornin', like usual.  You know, feet up, doob in hand, wearin' 
nothin' but my ratty blue robe. I like havin' a slow start to my weekend.

My wife Sophie's putterin' around, doin' laundry, makin' me breakfast, shit like that, when they start 
showin' these real fine babes comin' to the ring on TV. I weren't payin' much attention until they start 
waggin' their parts for the camera. My hand wonders to my groin under my robe and adjusts my crank. 

This looks promisin'...

Turns out they're not just a couple of front girls for the wrestlers. They ARE the fuckin' wrestlers! Those 
two hot twats hop into the ring, shove the ref out during introductions and start smackin' each other 
around somethin' fierce before the bell even rings. This aint no cat fight. These bitches are landing blows 
you can hear in the cheap seats. My cock starts to sit up and take notice. The blond looks like she's in 
trouble early despite being taller, what with that curvy redhead bangin' her face into the turnbuckle, but 
Blondy breaks the rhythm and lifts Red for a body slam, comin' down hard on top of her. Next thing you 
know she's sittin' on Little Red's back, poundin' on her face on the mat. Red shows some serious 
flexibility and kicks Blondy hard in the back of the head sendin' her sprawlin'. She jumps up and catches 
Blondy in a sleeper while the big woman is still on her knees. They go on, tradin' the upper hand for a 
spell. Blondy is bigger and stronger but Red is quick and seems to have a never-ending bag of tricks. 
Red's a scrappy cunt with big tits so I root for her.

Eventually the ref comes to and climbs back into the ring. He tries to clean up the way they're fightin', 
pullin' Blondy's hands from around Red's neck as she chokes the smaller girl in mid-air. Blondy takes 
exception to this and picks him up and chucks him out again where he breaks a table during his fall. 
Blondy sucker slams a gasping Red in the face with a donkey kick. Red bounces off the ropes, almost out 
on her feet. Blondy grabs Red's head in both hands and head-butts the livin' Christ out of her, knockin' 
her cold. She takes a victory stroll around the still body of Red before goin' in for a casual pin, but 
there's no ref. Little Red is layin' limp as a wet rag with Big Blondy's clam sprawled all over her face, but 
there's nobody to count her out. Finally, Blondy crawls out to get the ref. She picks him up out of the 
rubble and shoves him back into the ring. She climbs in after him and slaps him till he comes to. But 
when she stands up, Red is on the top rope. Red jumps and drops a two footed kick into Blondy's kisser. 
The big woman falls like a redwood. Red hurriedly slips a stunned Blondy into a small package and gets a 
quick pin before Blondy kicks out. Match over - bell rings. Red wins, and gets her hand held up. Blondy 
jumps around screaming, all bent out-a shape and wantin' another shot at Red, who beats a wise 
retreat. 

Blondy fuckin' loses it. She picks up the ref and pile drives the poor guy, then stomps on his limp body. 
Four bouncers rush the ring to save him. She picks up one of them and knocks over two of the others by 
throwing him at them. The fourth and biggest sneaks up and gets her into a full nelson. Blondy backs up 
and crushes him into a turnbuckle a few times. She turns on him once he lets go and head-butts him, 
then throws him onto the ref. Finally, the other three rush her from behind and flip her out of the ring 
over the ropes. She lands on her feet and shouts at them, but they stand together in the ring, asking her 
to leave peacefully. I don't think they want any more from her. Through all this the ref is still face down 
on the mat, not movin' but the bouncers are afraid to turn their backs on Blondy to see to him. Lucky for 
them she goes huntin' for Red.

The MC is doin' a quiet interview with Red backstage. "She is big, yes, but I have heart," the woman is 
sayin'. She seemed little in the ring, but she's as big as the MC. "My heart carried me and helped me 
win."

"Heart?" Blondy screams as she breaks into the interview. Red screams and runs away. Blondy turns on 
the terrified MC. "You saw it, right? I had that little bitch! I banged her like this!" She grabs the MC and 
head-butts the shit out of him. As he falls she takes the mic from his limp hand.  She's keeps yellin' like a 
fuckin' insane person into the camera. "That match was MINE! I WON! The next time I see that bitch I'm 
gonna break her ribs open like a lobster shell, rip her damn heart out and eat it! I can feel her hot blood 
on my chin already!" When Blondy's done ventin' she drops the mic on the body of the comatose MC. 
"What 'er you starrin' at pansy?" She dives toward the camera. It suddenly focuses on the ceiling and 
you can hear the camera man runnin' for his life. Blondy stalks off in search of Red who has probably left 
the buildin'.

My bone is throbbin' as they cut to a commercial. "Fuck!" I hit mute. "Crazy fuckin' cunt."

Sophie walks through the room in just her whale tail panties and a thin t-shirt. She's lookin' pretty damn 
yummy. My girl stands the same as me (five-ten) and carries a couple extra pounds at 175, but she 
works hard all day so it's good weight. I mean, she's sturdy in the hips and has a big rack, but she's tight 
all over, if you know what I mean. She's always doin' somethin' - never sits still. Me, I get home from 
work and I hit the sofa with a beer. I aint gone to hell, but I'm not in my prime. While Sophie's still 23, I 
coasted past 30 a while back. 

Her ass looks damn good as she's waggin' on by. She bends over to change laundry from the washer to 
the drier and I keep a close eye on her. Oh, fuck yeah - that round moon is all mine boys. After that, she 
heads back to the kitchen. 

Wag wag wag wag.

"What 'er you doing?" I ask, gettin' ideas.

"Fixin' yer eggs," she says. "You want more coffee?"

"Where's yer fuckin' pants?"

"In the drier," she says and starts walkin' to the kitchen. Wag wag wag.

"Get back here, Bitch."

"Yer eggs'll burn!" I hear her slammin' pans around and soon she's back out, movin' quick, with my eggs 
and some ketchup. I take the plate and she starts back to the kitchen.

"Hold up, woman," I tell her. "I didn't tell you to leave."

She stops. I open my robe and show her my hard-on. She knows what her job is - to fuckin' satisfy her 
man 24/7. Her eyebrows go up. "While yer eatin?" she asks. I nod and she gets down on her knees. 
She's a good woman, my Sophie. I rest my plate on the back of her head as I splot ketchup on, then start 
eatin' my eggs. Her head starts goin' up and down a lot, so I hold the plate.

With a mouthful I ask her, "You ever wrestle anyone?"

Sophiie pulls my cock out of her throat and spits on her hand. She slowly pulls on my cock with her wet 
palm, twistin' her hand - damn she's a good woman. "You mean, like in school? You know I didn't..."

"Like anywhere. Even as a kid."

"Well, sure, as a kid," she says, then takes a lick of a throbbing vein on my boner. A shiver runs up my 
back.

"How'd you do?" I'm wolfin' my eggs - almost done - hardly tastin' 'em.

Her fingers cup my sack, a sure sign that she's fixin' to make a quick job of it. "I never lose." Then her 
mouth fills with my tool and starts goin' up and down again.

I grab her hair and pull her head back. Drool runs from her full lips to my cock head as I put down my 
empty plate. She takes what I'm doin' and looks me in the eye. "Never? Who'd you fight?"

"Family next door, plus my brother, mainly."

I laugh. "You used to beat up Donny?" He's a big fucker, her older brother.

"Yeah," Sophie smiles rememberin'. "Made him beg for mercy every time."

"Why'd you stop?" 

"He got smart and stopped pickin' fights with me," she said like it was obvious. And I guess it was. I knew 
she wasn't liein' cuz she never does .Sophie aint aggressive - just strong willed once she sets her mind to 
somethin'. Donny must have tried pickin' on her and got his hat handed to him for his trouble. I was 
goin' to have to raz him about it. 

"What you mean, family next door?" I asked.

"Started with the twins - a girl and a boy two years older than me," she says. "The boy tried to feel me 
up but I twisted him down, sat on him and slapped his face raw, until his sister jumped me, then I held 
her down too and banged their stupid faces together until teeth came out. Their Daddy got mad about 
that and grabbed me - shoutin' in my face, but he shut up after I punched his nuts. He fell to his knees 
and I punched his face, knocking him to the ground. After that I stomped on him till his kids paid me to 
stop. I got fifteen dollars to let up on their old man who was pukin' all over the lawn by then."

"Damn," I say.

"Yeah. Fuckin' idiot came at me again a week later with a belt, like he was gonna spank me. Must-a 
thought I got lucky the first time. I was just 105 pounds back then and he was maybe 180, but I got him 
in a choking headlock on the ground and punched his face into mush while his kids stood and cried for 
me to stop, but they didn't have no more money. I bounced his head on his own driveway like a 
basketball, Knockin' out his front teeth to match his ugly kids."

"Fuck. Was that the end of it?"

"No. After that I sat on him and choked him with his own belt till he hollered 'nuff'. Their Momma tried 
to shoosh me away, but I only had to step toward her and she ran for the house and locked it, leavin her 
kids with me. They ran like hell leavin' their old man on his own. I made the Daddy hand over his wallet 
makin' me another eighty bucks for my trouble. I was stuffin' his empty wallet into his bloody mouth 
and hockerin' in his swollen eyes when the cops drove up. The Momma had called 'em but all they could 
do was laugh to see a grown man pinned and beat by a girl in pigtails. I never got charged once I told 
that he started it. In fact, he got a week's probation.

"In the next few weeks I got used to walkin' into their house and makin' myself a sandwich without 
askin' or drinkin' their soda while watchin' their TV. They pretended like they invited me to save face, 
but I only left when I felt like it and I always left a mess and did rude shit."

"Rude like how?" I asked.

"Like I always called them Mr. and Mrs. Fuckhead even though their was Furlhein. And I made them call 
me Miss Sophie. Sometimes I made the boy massage my feet and the girl had to polish my shoes while I 
told them what stupid pussies they were for lettin' me get away with all this shit. The boy would get 
mad but if I asked him if he wanted to say anything he would go pale and shake his head no. And if I was 
eatin' something their Momma made, I eat most of it, then call it shit and throw it against the wall. 
Nothin' I could do would get them back into a fight as much as I tried. So, the last time I came over, I 
squatted and pissed on their living room sofa. I emptied out on it after drinkin' two sodas."

"What did they do?"

"Gasped, but they didn't say nothin'. I even stepped up to the old man, whose face was bright red, and 
asked if he had somethin' to say. He just backed down and shook his head no. I remember tellin' him I 
needed more money, snappin' my fingers under his nose. He handed over his wallet and I took it all 
tellin' him what a piss-poor excuse for a man he was, lettin' me treat him like that in front of his family 
and all. The hocker I spit in his face dripped onto his shirt, but he didn't dare wipe it off while I was 
watchin'.
 
"The Fuckhead family moved far away after that. I stood in their yard flippin' 'em off with both hands as 
they drove out. They were too afraid to make eye contact."

"Damn - when was that?"

She thought for a sec. "I was twelve."

"Holy shit," I whisper.  "Twelve and ownin' the shit out of a grown man?" I thought back. "I moved to 
town when you was 17, right?"

"Yeah," she grinned. "We started seein' each other soon after that."

"Must be why I never heard about it."

"And you don't pay no attention to gossips." Sophie nods. "You want this BJ or not?" she asks wigglin' 
my stiffy in her paw.

"You know what I want? I wanna wrestle you." The idea is getting me hotter than the thought of 
another Saturday mornin' blowjob.

She laughs. She sees my face and tries to stop laughin', but somethin' is too damn funny to her.

"What? You think you still got what it takes?" I grin. "You think you can take me?"

"No, honey," she says, but it sounds like she don't mean it. "Yer the man, I swear. Aint nobody can top 
you, baby. Let me suck you off."

I stand up. "Brace yerself, Bitch. We're gonna tussle."

Sophie slowly, reluctantly stands and backs up with doubt in her pretty green eyes. "Really Hon? I'm not 
sure this is a great idea."

"''Fraid you'll get hurt?" I chuckle as I flex my arms to impress her. "I'll take it easy on you."

"No. Honey... the thing is baby... I'm always doin'... always workin... First unloadin' trucks all day, then 
working here all night and weekend... and yer a little high right now, you know? And damn it! I just can't 
get myself to lose. I ain't never throwed a fight."

It dawns on me what she was talkin' around. "Yer afraid you'll beat me up?" I laugh.

She don't laugh. "Men are funny about that sometimes. I've destroyed a few by accident before I figured 
that out."

I yanked off my robe with my cock wavin' in front of me. "Yer goin' down, Bitch!"

"It's just that in the heat of battle, I get carried away. And... well..." she lifts her arms and makes 
muscles. It looks like the arms of that t-shirt will rip any second. "I aint showin' off, baby. But you should 
know what yer facin'." She flexes even more - and a seam pops. "Tossin' 'round sides of beef and sacks 
of grain all day adds up." She pushes her arms down and seams on the sides of her t-shirt pop as her 
back muscles expand. Her neck looks like rippling steel bands.

My jaw drops - god... fuckin'... damn but do those things rise up on her arms and build definition to be 
twice the size of mine! A little voice in the back of my head tells me now is the time to back down, but I 
can't let myself do it. I'm the man! 

I gather my nerve and jump at her all set to knock her down, hoping surprise will help me.

Runnin' into her is like thumpin' into a fuckin' wall. I know she's 175 pounds of solid woman, but I'm at 
least 165 pounds of man - that should count for something!  I slam into her and all my air leaves as I 
come to a stop. She grabs my ribs, picks me up, and throws me back down to the sofa like I'm a child. 
"Can't I just make you somethin' instead? I don't wanna hurt you." She's hoppin' and pleadin' with me, 
making her chest bop up and down distractingly. 

I jump back up and grab her wrist - I'm gettin' mad. Quick as lightenin' her hand other hand snatches 
my hand off her wrist and twists it, snappin' it up behind my back. She rams me face first into a wall. 
Pictures jump and fall.

"I'm sorry baby - I don't know how to do this half way. Can we call it quits? We can say you win."

I try not to show how much she hurt my arm (fuckin' near tore it off), or react to the swellin' of my lip 
where I hit the wall. "No," I tell her. "Whippin' yer ass is gonna be even more fun after this."

Damn if she don't bend over and grab the sofa, stickin' her ass out at me. "Whip my ass, big man! I been 
bad!" she yells. "Spank me hard!"

I smack her ass once. "Stand up and fight." I put up my fists.

Hesitantly, she stands and faces me, hands down at her sides. "Are you sure?" she asks.

"Yep."

She sighs and cracks her knuckles. "Okay, honey, but remember, I tried to stop this."

I step forward and throw a solid punch. She swings a hand and blocks it - just pushes it to the side. I 
swing another, harder this time. Sophie grabs my wrist and forces my hand back to my own face, making 
me punch myself in the eye. I stagger back, seeing sparks.

She lets go and stands there, looking at me, hands at her sides. "You all right?" she asks. "Had 'nuff?"

Growlin' like a animal, I leap at her but she catches me in mid-air, twists me into a headlock and stuffs 
my face into her tit, pullin' hard on my neck. I'm all bent over havin' a hard time breathin'. I fight it for a 
while as her arms grow tighter, cutting off my air. I can see how she took down that man long ago. Her 
arms are like iron around my neck. "Sorry, Baby, but you asked for it."

I finally have to tell her, "can't... breathe!"

She lets me go and I fall to my knees suckin' air. "You should be thankin' me for takin' it so easy on you." 
Sophie don't do nothin' to me though she could be smashing my head into the floor by now. She just 
stands over me and waits.

In desperation, I slam a fist into her belly while still on my knees. Under a thin layer of baby fat, there 
are rock hard muscles. It's like punching a padded granite mountain. She takes the punch, not backin' 
up, hands on her hips. I slam another. And another. She don't react at all.

I look up and she's got this look of pity on her face as she looks down at me. "You hit like a little girl," 
she tells me. "You sure that's your best shot?"

I slam seven or eight more right into her bread basket givin' her everything I got. They don't even make 
her move her hands from her hips.

"You got nothin'," she tells me. I hear a note of disgust in her voice.

"B b b but..." I stammer, catchin' my breath. "I whipped Big Billy Brown!" And those where the hardest 
punches I could throw, but I don't say that.

"Behind the Tractor Tavern last year?" she asks. "Actually, that was me. You were drunk, so I followed 
you two out and kicked his ass for you while you lay stretched out after his first punch."

"You? Yer the one that broke Big Billy's arm?"

She nods. "And his face. No big deal. He may be big, but he's got a glass jaw. And I made him tell 
everyone it was you or I was gonna move on to breakin' his legs."

I'm getting' REALLY pissed now. That was my claim to fame! I still bragged about it! Big Billy is one of the 
toughest guys in town, except me - or so I thought. I jump up and take a swing at her face. She blocks it 
and open hand smacks me in the face so hard I fall back down. Tears spring to my eye and my ear is 
ringin' from the blow. I get up a bit unsteady and swing again, this time aimin' to drop her for sure. She 
stops that by catchin' my fist and lands a jab that drops me on my ass and makes my eye swell even 
more. I never even saw it comin'! The room is spinnin' and I can't stand up. I try but fall down.

She drops down on me, trappin' me under her. "Time to end this before you get hurt," she says calmly. 
Sophie plops her wide ass on my face with her legs pinnin' my arms. She's facin' down my body and 
wiggles until my head is good and snuggled up her butt crack.

"Get off me Bitch!" I yell up her butt.

"Now there's a little somethin' we can talk about," she says as she settles in. "You need to stop callin' 
me that, even in fun."

I struggle and cus, sayin' bitch a bunch more. Sophie just sits there, smotherin' me. It don't take long for 
me to see it's hopeless. "Get up," I tell her. "Get the fuck up right fuckin' now! I mean it!"

"Not yet, Baby. You got some thinkin' to do."

"Come on!" I struggle some more. "I can't hardly breathe!" She don't answer. In fact, she changes TV 
channels to watch some dumbass Cary Grant movie. The longer she sits, the less air I got to struggle 
with. I can hear her drinkin' my coffee. It's like she don't even remember she's on my fuckin' face!

I swing my legs up hoping to grab her and flip her off of me. She tucks my legs under her arms and sits 
back watchin' her movie.

I tug and yank, but I can't budge her! She's got me all balled up with my ass in the air and her ass on my 
face! It's not that she's much bigger than me, but she's strong, and she's got the leverage down pat. 
"Get the fuck off me, you Wide Ass Bitch!"

Damn if she doesn't give me three painful spanks! Right on the butt!

"OW! Stop that!"

"You call me Bitch that's what you get." 

"Fuck you Bitch!" I struggle. "Stop it or I'll...."

"You'll what?" She spanks me again and again and keeps it up hittin' harder than I can take. My ass is on 
fire. I yelp and wiggle with every spank. I am for real cryin' for fuck's sake. "What you gonna do? Cry on 
my ass cheeks?"

"I'm sorry! Please! God damn B...." I gasp. "Please Sophie! I'm sorry!  I'll stop calling you Bitch! Stop 
hittin' me! PLEASE! It hurts!"

She stops. "Promise?" I know by the way she moves that she's pullin' off her shirt.

God, my ass is burnin' and my head feels flat under her butt. I need air and I'm humiliated. "Yeah, I 
promise to God. Get up right now!"

"Ask nice."

"Fuck! God damn it!"

"Ask nice or I'll give yer balls a pinch." She cradles my balls in her hand and rolls them around between 
her clever fingers. That hand knows my balls well. She tightens down just enough to send a jolt of fear 
up my side.

"Shit! Yeah... okay... please... Sophie. Please get up. I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me no more!"

"Kiss my ass first." She giggles and wiggles in my face, still fondlin' my balls I notice but gently. All balled 
up like I am I can feel her bare tits bumpin' my cock. She tugs her panties to one side with her free hand.

I push my tongue up her asshole. Sophie moans and melts on top of me. Instead of getting' up, she 
slides her clam onto my face. "Eat me." Her voice is down low like when she's getting' hot. Her tongue 
slides back and forth from my sack to my asshole, driving me to full blown blue vein hard-on insane. Her 
full lips wrap around my left nut and suck it into her mouth before letting it drops slowly back out.

I know I ain't goin' anywhere until I do as she says, so I make a good job of it. She splashes all over my 
face, screamin' like she does when it's good. Her voice and her tasty wet pie are getting me harder 'n 
ever. Slowly, she lets my legs go as she screams and cums again. It runs into my ears. Her ass vibrates 
and trembles.

In one quick move, she slides on her misty muff down my body and starts rubbin' my fat dong on her 
clit, teasin' herself and drivin' me crazy. She spins to face me - fast for such a powerful woman. Slowly, 
she rises up and mounts me, sinkin' slow on to my rod - all the time lookin' at me like a panther on the 
hunt. When I'm in all the fuckin' way, she lays down on me and we kiss. I can feel my thick tool 
throbbing inside her - she whimpers in time to it - she can feel it too.

"Sorry about yer eye, Baby," she purrs as she humps me nice and slow. "I hope it don't hurt too much. 
GOD! I'm so glad yer man enough to get a hard-on after I powned you like I just did. Ohhhhhh... I haven't 
owned anyone this much since I took down Mr. Fuckhead."

I can only gasp the sex is that good.

"You agree I own you, Baby?" I can't talk, it feels so good. Her tight pussy is crushin' me, pullin' me in. 
She got some imaginative hip motion. She giggles softly, knowin' what she's doin' to me. "Yeah... I 
fuckin' took you down and now I'm havin' my... fuckin'... way.... Oh yeah... Yer MY fuckin' bitch now, 
Baby."

She goes faster, mountin' another of her powerful orgasms, when she comes this time, I'm with her, 
deep inside. I claw at her big booty as she arches her back. All her muscles go tight and big, frightenin' 
me a little as I'm trapped under her.

Then, all sweaty, she falls back down on me, tits all over my neck, kisses all over my face, crushin' the air 
from me in a big hug. She slides up a little and lets me suck nipple. She slides up more, draggin' her 
drippy clam, slowly, all the way up and onto my face. "Swallow it all, Bitch." she tells me.

I do, knowin' I got no choice. But this is a first. I don't normally go down after sex. I'm gulpin' her and my 
cum now in big slugs. "Oh yeah," she moans. "You are fuckin' powned, Baby. I never fucked one of my 
victims before. I like it. You like bein' my fuckin' bitch, baby?"

"Yes!" I slur as I keep lickin'. "Yes!"

When she's satisfied, she stands on wobbly legs. My wet face feels cold without her hot clam all over it.

She's got a foot on either side of my head. I feel plastered to the floor below her. "Had 'nuff?" she asks, 
scratchin' her pussy. A few drips of cum splatter onto my face.

I nod yes. "'Nuff." I'm too beat to try takin' her on anymore.

She adjusts her panties back into place. "Fine. I'm takin' a shower. Make me some fuckin' fresh coffee, 
Bitch." Off she stomps to the shower. 

Wag wag wag.

"Holy god damn fuck," I moan. I crawl back to the sofa and take a hit.

"Shit. Did that just happen? I hurt all over!" By the time it sinks in that she been callin' me her bitch, I'm 
resigned to the idea of bein' her fuckin' bitch. She can call me anything she wants. What am I gonna do? 
Teach her her place? Appears to me, she just schooled me on mine.

I hear the shower runnin' and I'm slick with cum all up my body and face. And my right eye is swollen 
shut. Yeah. It happened. I turn off the TV. Painfully, I stand and pick up my plate. Maybe I should do the 
dishes, or fold some laundry. I'll see to that coffee first, though. Gotta keep my woman happy.

Funny...

Servin' her feels a lot more natural now I know she can kick my ass without even tryin'. I'm still the man, 
right enough. I still got the bone that drives her fuckin' wild. Somethin's changed, but I don't mind. If this 
is how it feels to be pussy whipped, then bend me over and sign me up.