Kim Pt. 2 
by Musclehead



A couple of months later Paul got his first tit-fuck and it was glorious. To
make it even more exciting, Kim's strong hands were under his butt and she was
holding him up off the floor. She leaned him against the bedroom wall, her
arms moving his entire body as his massive cock slid up and down in that tight
sweaty crevice between her new tits. Her demonstration of strength underscored
that indeed, Paul was married to the most awesome sex partner a man could
imagine. But there was a catch. When he was at work, Paul had to concentrate
very hard because if his mind wandered, even for a second, thinking about his
amazing wife, he was instantly erect, and when you're hung like he was, it's
hard to hide, even in a business suit.

As if right on cue, Fred was in town the next week and had been invited over
for dinner. Kim was standing in the master bath staring at her powerful body
and those perfect torpedos. Just looking at her own hotness in the mirror, she
watched her nipples puff up to their fullness as her nether regions moistened.
After a few minutes of self gratification, she got back down to business.
Should she cover up and reveal her stunning powerful body to Fred only after
he got himself in deeper than he could handle, or should she show off right
from the start?

When the moment arrived, Kim decided to show off right away, but not with her
usual cutoff and tank top combo. No, Kim put on a dress that was so tight that
you could even see her abs through the thin material and it was obvious that
her undies were a thong, pink, showing through the sheer white material. It
goes with out saying that those awesome puppies of hers didn't need a bra for
support, the skimpy halter top did just fine, although it was barely two
triangles leaving most of her breasts quite exposed. The spaghetti straps
heightened the broadness of her shoulders and the rounded delts made her
waistline look minscule by comparison.

She walked back into the bathroom where Paul had finished showering and was
combing his hair, standing in front of the mirror with a towel around his
waist. "So, Paul, do you think I'll be able to lead stupid Fred on to fall
into our trap with this outfit?" Paul turned to look and his bad boy sprang to
attention so fast, it pulled the towel right off. Even though he was used to
her physical perfection, she never failed to arouse him and this skin tight
dress was so hot that he couldn't even speak. He dropped to his knees as she
approached, his hands lifting the tight dress, pulling the fabric of her thong
away and as his tongue plunged in, his hands went to to her muscular glutes.
He pulled her tighter, feeling so privileged to serve his goddess.

As Kim tossled his hair, she thought to herself, "That's my good pet." Her
knees almost buckled as she came and Paul managed to hold her up even as he
was making a mess all over the tiled floor. Turning to walked out,
re-adjusting her dress as she went, she left him on his hands and knees in the
middle of the room. "Oh, my God," she thought, "What did I just do? First I
thought of my wonderful husband as my pet, and then I turned and walked out
after he serviced me without so much as a hug or kiss. That's not like me."
I'll apologize later. In the meantime, Paul got to his feet and looked in the
mirror. His hair looked like someone had tried to pull it out and his face was
glistening like a glazed donut.

A little while later, "Holy Fuck, Kim, what happened to you?"

"I got back in shape. Looks like you didn't."

"I do fine. I don't need to work out because I don't have a weight problem."

"That's not the only reason to work out. It's about health as well, and not
having to take shit from anyone." He came over to give her a hug, lingering a
little to long, so she simply peeled his hands away and moved out of reach.

"I'll bet you're good in bed. I love your hooters."

"Fred, that's my wife you're talking to you, and I'm standing right here. God,
will you ever grow up and stop being a pig?"

"I'm a dog, not a pig and I was trying to pay a compliment. She does have
great tits. Don't get so uptight."

"Well, Fred, thank you for the compliment, and I'm great in bed, actually way
beyond great, more than you can ever imagine." Looking to Paul, "I'll go
finish getting dinner ready."

She turned and walked towards the kitchen, Fred staring at her incredible ass,
the dress so tight that the dimples above her glutes and the indentations on
the sides, clearly visible.

Fred looked over at his former college roommate. "Man I wish I was that thong,
That's some awesome fuckmeat you got there, Paul."

"Fred, once again that's my wife you're talking about."

"Oh, yeah. Well, it was another compliment."

"What a dipshit," Paul thought to himself. "Well, tonight he'll get his." Paul
was quite frankly surprised that Fred hadn't been killed yet by some irate
husband.

In the meantime, Kim had overheard him call her fuckmeat. Let's see, he
touched a little to vigorously when he hugged her, he called her fuckmeat. All
that was left for him to make some stupid comment about men being stronger
than women.

Later, at dinner, Fred, who really never had learned to not be crude or to
even have a filter about what came out of his mouth, continued to dig himself
deeper in, stupid comment after stupid comment while blatantly staring at Kims
awesome body in that rvealing dress. But that's really what Paul and Kim
wanted.

"So, Kim, are those muscles just for show?"

"What do you mean?"

" Well, you look pretty strong."

"I am."

Paul interjected, "She is."

"Pretty strong for a woman."

"Well, duh."

"But not as strong as a men."

"Fred, I'm sure she's stronger than a lot of men."

"Ones that she's a lot bigger than."

Paul again, "Ones that don't work out."

"Is she stronger than you? I remember you were pretty much of a wimp in
college."

"Fred, Paul works out too. Looks like you don't."

"Like I said, I don't have to." His dim brain tried to comprehend what she had
just said. "So, Babe, are you saying you're stronger than me?"

Kim gave Fred a dirisive laugh. "Of course I am."

"Well, I don't believe it." Bingo, the typical macho male response she was
waiting for. And as icing on the cake, he called her babe. Only Paul was
allowed to call her that. "Why don't you prove it to me?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"How about a little wrestling match?"

"Oh, this is too easy," she thought. "Is that so you can get your hands all
over my luscious body?"

"You've always wanted to fuck my wife, haven't you?"

"Well, yeah. But look at her. Don't you think just about every straight guy in
the world wants to?"

"Tell you what, Fred. If you beat her in wrestling, you can fuck her. That is,
if it's okay with her."

"Is this some kind of fetish for you, Paul? Watching other men fuck your
wife?"

"Something like that."

"I'll go change."

"Why don't you just pull that dress over your head and wrestle me in that
thong you got under there?"

"That's for later. But you can strip down to you underwear and Paul will take
you down to our exercise room."

Down they went to the spacious, high ceiling basement as Kim went up to
change. Fred walked over to where there was a barbell set up on the rack of a
bench. It was two-hundred and thirty-five pounds with the olympic bar. Fred
gulped. "Is this what Kim benches?"

"No, that's mine. She usually works out at a local gym. I don't know what she
can do. She's not one to brag."

"I guess you're not a wimp anymore."

At that moment, Kim came quietly down the stairs. She wasn't wearing what
either man expected. "Where'd you get that?" asked Paul. She had on a men's
wrestling singlet with a sports bra underneath. Even though it wasn't as
overtly sexy as her dress, due to her great body and beautiful face, her long
blck hair tied in a pony tail, she was still quite hot looking.

"I was hoping you'd wear a bikini or something."

"I thought you wanted me to take off my dress and wrestle in my thong. But,
we're here to wrestle first. If you beat me I'll wear anything you want."

Fred stripped down and Kim stifled a laugh. "You know Fred, you're what we
call skinny fat. Your thin but you have no muscle, just fat."

They faced off in the middle of the mats. He came in high and Kim went low,
grabbing him around the waist, lifting him and slamming him down on the mat on
his back. Sliding a little farther down, her powerful arms went around his
skinny, weak thighs, and then she flipped over top of him. Kim was in a
wrestler's bridge above his head and Fred's shoulders were on the mat with his
body folded in half above him.

"Now Fred, if this were a regular match, it would be already over. You've been
pinned in about six seconds, a new record. But this isn't an ordinary match.
Not by a long shot."

She let him go and bounced to her feet, clearly excited. Him, not so much. As
he slowly gathered himself, "You caught me by surprise."

Incredulously, "You weren't ready? You made the first move. You should never
come in high like that. Not that it would have mattered." She looked over at
her handsome husband and smiled, and Fred took the opportunity to attack. He
leaped at her and she caught him. She re-arranged Fred sort of cross chest,
she smiled at the now frightened asshole, and then jumped, twisted and slammed
him down again.

This time only one of them got up. She went over and stood in front of Paul.
"Dear, I'm so sorry about earlier. I don't know what came over me. I treated
you like you were some kind of servant,"

"It's a role I sometimes don't mind playing. You are so superior you should be
served."

"Well, you are a superior man as well. Anyway, I'm sorry. And I remember that
part of the reason for doing this, you know, trashing this clearly inferior
one, was to entertan you. I'm kind of getting going now, if you know what I
mean, and he's already too out of it to get much enjoyment out of seeing more
of my body, but you will." She did a slow, seductive strip for him that was
every bit as hot as if she had been removing that tight dress instead of a
wrestling singlet.

She then proceeded to beat the fuck out of poor Fred for half an hour,, body
slamming him, twisting him into all sorts of un-natural positions, absolutely
relentless in the destruction of this asshole. Paul was taken aback at the
ferocity his normally non-aggressive wife was showing. At some point, Fred was
on his back, almost unable to move. Kim looked over at Paul with glazed eyes,
obviously transported to another world while overwhelming this pathetic excuse
of a man. "Paul, it's obvious you've already come several times. Take off your
clothes and come over and kneel in front of us."

He didn't hesitate to do as told. "Watch this." Snaking her legs around his
and pulling his arms out to the sides, she suddenly did the same with her
legs, showing off her amazing flexibility and Fred's lack thereof, stretching
his weak lower limbs out farther than they had ever gone. He was instantly
revived and screaming in pain. Kim looked up at Paul with a mischievous grin
and then started to pummel Fred's face with her new breasts. A minute or so of
that was followed by the obligatory breast smother. She let go of his arms and
legs so he could make an attempt to desperately fight her off as she cut off
his air supply, but he couldn't have stopped her if he was fresh.

At just the right moment, she pulled away and sat up on his lower abdomen as
he gulped in air. "Now Paul, listen carefully. You've felt this move but never
seen it. It will be an amazing demonstration of my overwhelming power. When I
say so, you come closer. It will be so humiliating for Fred that he'll never
come to see us again." She put her hands on the mat on either side of his
head, leaving his arms free to do whatever he wanted with them, as she knew he
would not be able to stop her anyway. Clamping her knees on either side of his
waist, she went into a plank, easily suspending his broken body off the mat.
The pain and humliation was unbearable but it was about to get worse.

"Now, Paul, stick that huge bad boy in between my tits." Then she moved her
hands to Paul's shoulders, lifting herself and her cargo higher yet, allowing
Paul easier access. "If you need more friction dear, you'll have to squeeze
those puppies together from the sides."

"No," he managed, "They're so firm that this is just fine."

If Fred's body was weak before her thrashing, now he didn't have any strength,
so his feeble body was sort of drooping down everywhere except where her legs
were clamped near his waist. When Paul was just about to come, to make her
plank even more remarkable, she removed one hand from his shoulder, grabbed
Paul's dick and as he came in gobs, sprayed it all over Fred's face. Her hand
went back to his shoulder and in yet another incredible show of strength along
with amazing acrobatic ability, Kim dropped Fred in a heap and swung her
spread out legs towards Paul and she impaled herself on his throbbing member.

"Time to show your strength, honey. Stay on your knees and suspend me above
his head while we fuck. I'll do the work, you just hold me there." Once again,
Paul couldn't believe how wild his wife had gotten. They fucked hard, and both
came in buckets, again drenching someone who deserved everything he got, if
not to this extent and in this unique way.

Now that it was over, they waited for Fred to revive. "Just wanted to let you
know, Fred, my fetish isn't watching my wife fuck other men. It's watching her
beat the crap out of assholes like you. And you deserved every bit of it,
coming on to her, calling her fuckmeat, etc. Hope you've learned your lesson."

Kim had put her thong back on, but nothing else. "Fred, look at this body. Can
you imagine what it would be like to get to fuck me? Well, only Paul does
that. Paul get him dressed and throw him out. Meet me in our bedroom in five
minutes." There was something very domineering in her voice, very different.
Paul's gut feeling was to just do what she said, almost as if he had no
choice. He someow got Fred's clothes back on him and deposited him in his
mini-van out on the street.

When he got back up to the bedroom, Kim had put on a red thong and a tight top
of the same dark scarlet color. She was standing with her legs spread and
intentionally flexed as if to warn Paul as to what she could do to him with
them. Instinctively he once again dropped to his knees and she stepped
forward, straddling him, his neck bending back as she pushed her pussy into
his face. In that standing position, she squeezed his head so hard she almost
knocked him out when she came. Then she dropped to her knees, going forward at
the same time, just about bending her poor husband in half backwards as she
roughly continued to grind on his face. She said she would never humiliate
him, but Kim had definitely lost control.

What tranpired after that was a night of wild sex that left Paul exhausted and
Kim wanting more. She was so aggressive that the sexual battering left his
body was bruised and sore and Kim seeming like a changed person. What was it?
The realization four years earlier that she was stronger than her husband? The
astronomical growth of her strength since then? The tits that captivated every
man with a penis and a heterosexual inclination? Or all of the above. Did it
matter? The once demur Kim had become a force of nature that would not be
stopped from pursuing any desire that might enter her psyche, or loins.

After fucking her beloved husband half to death, Kim lay in bed watching his
unconscious body slumber, occasionally heaving, sometimes crying out in pain
in his sleep. She didn't quite comprehend what had come over her, and she had
very mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, her core personality was
somewhat quiet and laid back. But on the other, she craved being aggressive.
And she loved being absolutely sexually dominant. If she could do it to her
very strong husband, she could do it to just about anyone.

The next day, Kim was enjoying some alone time in the pool. As usual, when the
kids were at school and she was alone, she wore her bikini bottoms that
weren't a thong, but still left more than half of her muscular ass exposed.
She had decided that when they went to the beach in a couple of weeks, she was
going to wear that tiny suit in public, the top covering as little of her full
round tits as the bottom covered of her ass. But today, she had on a cutoff
tanktop as she relaxed in the pool.

Just was just about to get out when she heard the gate to the pool area open.
Sinking down until only her eyes and the top of her head were above the
surface, she was surprised to see Juan, the nineteen year old poolboy from the
company that they had hired to service their pool. When he saw her, "Mrs.
Smith, I'm sorry to interrupt."

"Why are you here, Juan? It isn't Tuesday."

"Yes, it is Tuesday, Mrs. Smith. I'll go and come back tomorrow."

"No, it's alright. I'll get out of your way so you can do your job." As she
slowly climbed the ladder Juan's eyes widened as if he had never seen a sight
like he was looking at at this moment, which he hadn't. Although there are
certainly plenty of situations where a poolboy might see the woman of the
house in her bathing suit, there are probably almost none who get to see one
with a combination of tits and ass and muscle in a wet t-shirt as he was
looking at at this moment.

"Juan, you look like your getting very excited. Do you like what you see?"

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You look strong and sexy
at the same time."

"Do you think I'm stronger than you, Juan."

"Oh, yes, I'm sure you are. And you're bigger than me with bigger muscles.
You're probably much stronger than me."

"Juan, that's the right answer. If you had said something stupid like that
you're stronger just because you're a man, then I would have had to show you
how strong I am, and it wouldn't have been pleasant for you, no, not at all.
But now you will be rewarded for saying the right answer."

Juan was just about shaking with excitement. He had on a pair of khaki shorts
and he was so aroused that his boner was almost showing at the bottom of them.
As she moved closer, Kim continued. "Do you think I'm beautiful, Juan?"

"I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world."

"Even with all my muscles?"

"Your muscles make you even more beautiful." She moved closer, pulling her wet
tanktop off, no easy feat since it was sticking to her and it was tight to
begin with. "What about my tits?" He moaned loudly.

"Everything about you is so amazing, Mrs. Smith."

In spite of his excited state, every time she moved closer, he backed up some.
Yes, she was beautiful but she was very intimidating to this young man.
Eventually, his back was against the side of the poolhouse. She got onto her
tippy toes, which was just enough that they were in line with his face since
she was four inches taller than him. She gently rubbed them against his cheeks
and he came immediately. "Oh, Juan, you really do like me. Can I give you a
small demonstration of my strength?"

"I'm sure I couldn't stop you, Mrs. Smith."

"Ha, No you couldn't Juan. But I won't hurt you. I'll be gentle. By the way,
how much do you weigh?"

"About a hundred and thirty-fve pounds."

"Oh, that's light. Can you believe I weigh thirty pounds more than you?" She
took his hands and pulled them up above his head, hers somewhat bent, his
fully extended due to the height difference. Juan was all but swooning. When
he felt a hand on his throbbing cock, he realized his arms and hand were being
controlled by just one of hers. Still holding his cock with one hand, she
started to slowly straighten her other arm until it was fully extended. Juan's
feet were now about six inches off the ground and he was eye to eye with her.
As the realization hit him that she was holding his entire bodyweight off the
ground with just that one arm, he ejaculated again, less than two minutes
after the first time.

When she set him down and let his hands go, he immediately fell to his knees,
pulling her suit bottom to the side and plunging his tongue deeply in. "I'm
beginning to like this power I have more and more with each passing day," she
thought to herself. "I totally own this guy and I didn't even have to rough
him up. Of course he didn't deserve it." But she did accidentally bang his
head against the wall when she came, dazing him, but not hurting him. Kim
turned and walked towards the house, calling over her shoulder, "Do as good a
job cleaning the pool as you did with your tongue, little man."

That night, "Forgive me my love, I got carried away again. I said I would
never humiliate you but I did."

"There's nothing to forgive, dear. You were lost in the moment and got carried
away. The only thing you should ask forgivness for is that little white lie
you said a while back."

"What was that?"

" You said you'd widdened the gap in our comparitive strength, but I do think
that you are twice as strong as me."

"Oh, no dear. I think I was, like you said, lost in the moment. I do, however
think that I get stronger when I get turned on, and I was really turned on,
that's for sure." And when I'm that way, I think you tend to get, a little
passive."

"I have no choice." They sat quietly for a minute.

"Dear, do you,..............do you think.....?"

"What dear?"

"Do you think I'm becoming a little aggressive or domineering?"

"Kim, it's alrig....."

"You do! Maybe I need to learn to control myself."

"No, I love it. Even as the sex gets very rough sometimes, it turns me on more
and more. I just have to get in better shape so I can take it. Maybe I'll get
strong enough to dish some out too."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. You'll never catch up to me little man." She dove at him
and pinned him to the matress in seconds. Then she sat up. "I was just
kidding. You're still the most awesome guy ever."

"And don't forget dear. There are still people, women, out there who could put
a hurtin' on you."

"Ha. Anyone you know?"

"Well, Kelly, your trainer."

"Sorry dear, I had passed her, strengthwise that is, even before she taught me
some wrestling. She still has more skills than me but I can break out of any
hold she puts me in with just my brute strength. I also think you're stronger
than her now, but we are both bigger, also. Anyway, I'm still sorry I got so
carried away. By the way, I gave Juan the thrill of his life today."

"Oh, now. What did you do, naughty woman?"

"I was in the pool with suit bottoms and the tie-died cut off tank top of mine
and he surprised me. He loves my muscles so I gave him a demonstration of my
strength."

"You didn't hurt him, did you?"

"Oh, no, dear. He loved my muscles and strength so I gave him a gentle
demonstration and he show me his appreciation by coming two times in less than
five minutes. And then he thanked me the way all men should, on his knees, his
tongue where it belonged."

"KIM"

"I didn't put it there, he did. What was I supposed to do. Anyway, he
appreciated my superiority and I dominated him, but in a gentle gentle way.
Sorry, I can't seem to help myself."

"And I can't really stop you, can I?"

"I don't think so. Now, that's settled." She got up and walked towards the
bathroom. "Come shower with me. I need my back scrubbed tonight." He responded
as if it was and order, which it was.

Kim was usually at the gym during the day when it was mostly women, and though
she sometimes trained with Kelly, at this point she was pretty advanced and
really didn't need any personal training. Indeed, she could have been a
trainer herself if she was so inclined, and occasionally she gave friendly
pointers to people, but she didn't have time to make the commitment to being a
personal trainer, with her own training and being a mother and wife. Oh, yeah,
it has gone unmentioned, but she had also gotten a job unloading trucks at a
local box store because "if you want to get really strong, get a fuckin' job."

So anyway, her latest episode took place there at the gym. It was late, almost
closing time. Kim was in the office, which had a window looking out to the
gym. She and Kelly were just chit- chatting before Kim started her workout.
There was but a single patron in the gym, a guy in his mid-twenties who worked
out regularly. He was neither superman nor some kind of weakling. A hundred
and thirty-five bench is something most people can't do.

"Who's the guy?

"Oh, that's Bill. He got here late and is trying to rush through his workout."

"Tell him to take his time, I'll close up for you, if that's alright. I mean,
you were going to let me stay anyway, right."

"What's on your mind there Kelly?"

"Nothing, just trying to be nice. Can I change in here?"

"You've already got your workout clothes on."

"I know, but I'd just like to put something else on if that's okay?"

"Fine with me. I'll go tell Bill that you're gonna close and he can stay.
Here's an extra set of keys. I'll lock the door on my way out so no one else
tries to come in." When Kelly came back into the office, Kim had change a pair
of booty shorts into a tight cut-off ribbed wife beater that clung to her tits
like a second skin. "Okay, what are you going to do to that poor guy?"

"Just a little teasing, that's all."

Kelly finished up her last minute details and the two women exited the office
at the same time, Kelly first. Bill had just finished up a set of ten Pullups,
a decent amount. As Kelly crossed the gym, Kim went over to the chinning bar.
Bill was taken aback by this very hot muscular women without a whole lot of
clothes on. "Mind if I work in?" She smiled a friendly smile.

Kelly looked back over her shoulder as Kim cranked out a very fast forty reps,
hung on the bar for a minute and then did a few one armed pullups in perfect
form, not that crap with the other hand holding the wrist. No, her other arm
was down at her side as she did five slow ones. "Showoff," Kelly thought to
herself as she went out the front door. "That poor guy." Every muscle in Kim's
upper back and arms stood out in remarkable contrast as she did her pullups.
Her glutes were clenched tight, the round muscles sucking in what little
fabric there was into those tiny shorts of hers. At the top of her fifth rep,
she switched arms by letting go completely with one hand and catching herself
with the other, yet another demonstration of hard to comprehend strength. Then
to add icing on the cake, she levered her legs forward as she cranked out
eight perfect reps.

Kim dropped down to her feet. "My stronger arm," she quipped, smiling at Bill,
as she grabbed a towel, wiping her face before bringing it seductively down
over those awesome breasts and wiping the ridges of her abs.

He smiled self-consciously, knowing how awesome what he had just seen was,
fully aware that he was in the presence of a superior human being. Quite
unsure of himself at this point, but very aroused, and feeling his adrenalin
rising, he went over to the bench. "Maam, would you spot for me? I want to try
a new personal best. He got under the bar and she helped him get it into
place. He looked up and couldn't see her face because of her tits. They really
stuck out a lot, pulling the shirt away a bit, and as he gazed at that amazing
bit of underboob, he started to get an erection, not un-noticed by Kim.

"Concentrate," he thought to himself. He then did two good reps before she had
to help him on the third.

"Good job," she encouraged. Do you want to try a little more, maybe 5 more on
each side as long as you have a spotter?"

"Thanks, after I get a drink of water."

When he walked back towards the benches Kim was doing incline reps, which is
harder, with dumbbells, which is also harder. And she was using two-one
hundred and twenty-five pounders at that, powerfully pushing them up, clearly
with less effort than he had shown doing almost a hundred pounds less, plus
she did ten reps. This weight looked easy enough for her that if there were
bigger dumbbells at the gym, she probably could have come come close to
doubling his poundage. He gulped and turned around, heading into the men's
locker room before she finished her set.

Trying to gather himself, Bill started talking to his reflection in the
mirror. "God, she's so hot and she's so much stronger than me."

"Maybe twice as strong." She slowly suantered over towards Bill as he moved
away, clearly scared but very turned on. Finally he was backed up to the end
of some lockers where it was maybe two feet wide. She closed the gap, getting
so close, her erect nipples brushed against his chest.

"Please don't hurt me."

"I won't hurt you, I promise." Gently reaching out and touching his dick, he
shuddered and came instantly. "Good boy." As Bill slowly sank to his knees and
she stepped forward, stopping his descent half way down, her hard abs against
his face. Backing off a little, he slid the rest of the way and she pushed her
crotch against his face. Very gently, she started to apply pressure, grabbing
the sides of the lockers and pulling, leaning into him so he could feel
firsthand the power within. Then she backed up and let her other powers take
over. He looked up into this goddess's eyes, those deep watery pools, and, in
an almost hypnotic state, pulled her booty shorts aside and plunged in as she
played with his hair. "Another pet," she thought.

Bill's hands went to her round glutes, the tips of his fingers going in
between her muscular cheeks as he kneaded the amazingly firm meat. To further
tease him, for a moment, she clenched and he couldn't get his fingers out.
"I'm really starting to like this dominance," she thought. She really wanted
to fuck him, standing up with her supporting his weight, but that would be
cheating.

Mission accomplished, Kim again amazed Bill with her flexibility, slowly
spreading her legs straight out to the sides until she was in a french split,
her bolt-ons in line with his head. She pulled her top off and brought them to
his face as her hands went to the back of his head and his went to her
powerful round shoulders. She gently caressed his face with those puppies
until he ejaculated again, mere minutes later, and so hard that he slumped
against the lockers, totally exhausted.

Kim got up, leaving him there and as she walked out of the locker room to go
finish her workout, he slumped over onto the cold tile floor. Kim was mulling
over in her mind whether she like overwhelming a man who acknowledged her
superiority in a most sensual way, but still while showing off her awesome
strength, or by destroying some asshole both mentally and physically in a most
dominating and aggressive way. She wouldn't have too wait long to find out.