Shane Meets His Destini
by Sonofjack, sonojackwell@gmail.com
Shane didn't usually go on blind dates, but this time was different...


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"Okay, then let me ask you this...if she's so great, why don't you ask her out
yourself?" Shane asked his best friend Bruce pointedly.

"Believe me, buddy, if it wasn't for Janice I would," Bruce replied. Janice
was Bruce's steady girlfriend of the last two years. Shane knew Bruce well
enough to know that he was very serious about Janice.

"Where did you say you met this woman?" Shane asked cautiously. He'd never
been set up on a blind date before. He secretly harbored the feeling that a
real man didn't need to be set up on dates.

On the other hand, he had to admit that things had slowed down for him lately.
Work kept him very busy, and he'd reached an age (twenty-eight) where he
didn't want to pick up women in bars anymore. He was looking for something a
little more substantial, and he'd seen how happy Bruce and Janice were.

"She works in Janice's office as a sales rep. According to Janice she's a real
go-getter. She's only been with the company a few months and Janice says that
she's already their second most successful sales rep. Janice thinks she'll be
number one within the next six months."

Bruce knew what to say to win Shane over. Shane wasn't interested in any woman
that didn't have ambitions of her own. "But why me?" Shane asked.

"Because, buddy, you're my best friend and Janice was struck up a real
friendship with her. We were thinking that if the two of you became a couple,
we could go out together. That would mean you and I could spend more time
together and Janice wouldn't be bored when we talked about sports and stuff.
It's a win-win-win situation."

It's true that Shane missed spending time with Bruce. They'd been pals ever
since they were randomly thrown together as roommates their freshman year in
college. Since Bruce started dating Janice, he had less and less time to hang
out with Shane. Shane understood, of course, but he didn't always like it.

He could also see Janice's hand in this. In the two years since she had been
dating Bruce, Shane had gone through four or five short-term relationships.
None of these women got along very well with Janice who could be a bit of a
control freak.

The more Shane thought about it, the more he thought, "Why not?" After all, if
he did hit it off with a woman that Janice already liked, that would make his
social life a whole lot easier to navigate. He still wasn't completely sold
however.

"Do you have a picture of her?" he asked.

"Do I have a picture?" Bruce replied, "Of course I have a picture!" He messed
with his cell phone for a few seconds and brought up a picture of Janice
posing with her new office friend during an after work happy hour session last
Friday.

Shane took one look at the smoking hot woman next to Janice in the picture,
and he was completely sold. Completely. Sold. In fact, he was even a little
worried. Would a woman as beautiful as that go out with a guy like him?

This was not a question that Shane asked himself often. He was a good looking
guy who exercised and stayed in good shape. He was an even 6' tall and weighed
one hundred and eighty pounds. He had a handsome face, stylishly cut dark
brown hair and dreamy blue eyes. He took care of himself and cared about the
way he looked. He also had a good job and was generally considered a "catch"
by above average women his age.

But this woman? This woman was WAY above average. He immediately understood
why she was such a successful sales rep - especially if most of her client
were men. How could any man say no to such a delicately beautiful woman? She
seriously had the kind of face that one would expect to see on a supermodel or
Hollywood actress. This was the kind of beautiful woman you usually saw on the
arms of professional athletes of other millionaires.

>>From what he could tell she also seemed to have a trim and athletic body
underneath the conservative business suit she was wearing. Her beautiful,
black skin looked smooth and flawless. That's when it dawned on him.

"You didn't tell me she was black," said Shane.

"Why? That's not a problem is it? asked Bruce.

"No! Of course not," Shane was quick to reply, "I just.... How does she feel
about dating white guys?" he asked.

"Don't worry," Bruce assured him, "Janice has told her all about you. She even
showed her a picture of you from that time we were in that two-on-two
basketball tournament for charity."

"You mean that picture of me with my shirt off?" he asked trying to look and
sound embarrassed. Secretly he was glad that Janice had shown her that
particular picture. he knew that he looked great in that picture. "Way to go,
Janice!" he thought.

"Level with me, Bruce, I can see this woman is gorgeous. If she's really as
great as you and Janice say, why is she not seeing anybody?"

"I don't know," said Bruce, "She's new to town, she just hasn't met the right
guy, she's very particular about who she dates .... Take your pick! The point
is, she's single now, and if you want to have a chance with her, you better
move now! You know a woman who looks like that won't be single for long!"

It was smart of Bruce to appeal to Shane's competitive side. Shane was very
competitive. Trying to sound like he still wasn't completely enthusiastic
about the idea, Shane asked, "So what's her name anyway?"

Bruce smiled and said, "That's the best part. Her name is Destini. Don't you
get it? This woman could be your Destini!"

That night, Shane called Destini on the phone. "Hello," she said. Shane could
not believe what an effect that single word had on him. Her voice sounded like
liquid honey. She sounded intelligent and sweet and yet also confident and
strong. Shane was convinced he could detect all this in just one simple,
two-syllable word.

He suddenly felt inadequate and nervous. He hadn't felt this way since the
first time he called Kimberly Fischer in sixth grade. Kimberly was the first
girl in the sixth grade to develop big boobs. Not long after Shane got the
nerve to make that phone call, he was the first boy to ever get to fondle
those big boobs. This pretty much cured him of his nervousness around women -
until he heard Destini's voice.

"Hello, is anyone there?" She sounded concerned rather than annoyed.

"Oh! Yes, hello. This is Shane. You don't know me, but I'm a friend of Bruce's
... Bruce and Janice."

After a few seconds of silence that seemed like forever she said, "Oh! Right!
You're the basketball player." She sounded excited to be getting his call.
Then she added, "I thought that you might be a telemarketer."

"Oh! Well, in that case, I guess I'm lucky you didn't hang up on me," Shane
said.

"Yes, well I try not to be rude to telemarketers; Even though they're a
nuisance I try to remember that they're just doing their job. People can't
always help having annoying jobs."

"Yes, that's right," agreed Shane. He couldn't help but think back to the time
right after he graduated from college when the only job he could get was as a
telemarketer. He thought, "Wow! This woman is polite to telemarketers. Either
she's too good to be true, or I'm going to end up owing Bruce the biggest
'thank you' ever."

The next day, Shane called Bruce and said, "Hey, buddy, I'm calling to give
you the biggest thank you ever!"

"Yeah? What for?"

"What for? For telling me about Destini, that's what for."

"So you two hit it off, huh?"

"I don't know how she feels, but as far as I'm concerned, she and I had the
greatest first date ever, and all we did was talk on the phone. But we talked
for four hours!"

"Yeah, I know. Destini already spilled the beans to Janice. She called me at
lunch to tell me all about it."

"Don't keep me in suspense; what was her first impression of me?"

"She told Janice that she thinks that you're great, and she can't wait to go
out with you Saturday night," Bruce reported.

"Yes!" enthused Shane. He could not remember the last time he was this excited
about going out with a new woman.

"So, where are you taking her?" Bruce asked.

"I was thinking I'd take her out to dinner to a nice restaurant and then maybe
dancing," Shane replied.

"Really? Dancing on the first date? You are a brave soul."

"Why? What's wrong with dancing? I'm a good dancer," Shane said.

"Yeah, but dancing sets the bar pretty high on the first date," Bruce pointed
out.

"Can I be straight with you?" Shane asked.

"Sure, buddy, that's what friends are for."

"I really - I mean I REALLY - like this woman, and I really want to make a
good first impression."

"Wow! I've known you for ten years, and I've never heard you talk this way
about someone you just met," Bruce pointed out. "If it helps, I can tell you
that according to Janice, you've already made a VERY good first impression."

"Yeah, that helps a lot," Shane said. There was relief in his voice.

"Good! Now don't blow it!" Bruce teased.

By the time Saturday night rolled around, Shane was so excited and nervous he
could hardly stand it. He put on his nicest sport coat, tie and dress slacks
combination, splashed on just a dab of his best cologne and went to Destini's
place to pick her up. When she open the door, she was so beautiful that she
nearly took his breath away.

He knew that Destini had a gorgeous face from the picture that Bruce had shown
him, but no cell phone photo could fully prepare Shane for the vision that
greeted him when Destini open her door. The first thing that Shane noticed
about her was her violet eyes. He'd never seen eyes that color before. He
never dreamed that such beautiful eyes existed. He felt right away that he
could never get tired of looking into those eyes.

Next he noticed her dazzling smile. Her lips were so lush and inviting. It
took him a second of two before he realized that she wasn't wearing any
lipstick. He didn't know that lips could look so moist and kissable without
lipstick.

"Hi, you must be Shane," she said, "I'm Destini; it's so nice to meet you face
to face." There was that voice again.

"How do you do that?" Shane asked.

"Do what?" said Destini.

"How do you make your voice sound like beautiful music just by saying the most
ordinary things?" he asked.

Destini smiled big. "Oh my goodness," she said, "I can tell I'm going to have
to watch myself around you." It's true that Shane was a smooth operator. He
generally knew what to say to get women to respond to him. And yet, with
Destini he was only saying the things he truly felt in his heart.

"I know just how you feel," he said.

Destini was dressed in a classic little black cocktail dress. It was a
tasteful and simple sleeveless design that was cut just above the knee. A
dress like this radiated self-confidence. It told the world that Destini knew
she had the kind of body that looked great wearing a modest design - that she
didn't feel the need to show too much skin. She knew that she didn't need to
do that to draw attention to herself.

Her only accessories were a little black purse that she carried on her
shoulder and a single strand of pearls.

As Shane showed Destini to his car, he took full stock of her smokin' body.
She was a petite 5'4" and 125 pounds. Her arms and legs were those of a woman
who regularly worked out. They were toned and muscular and yet still sleek and
feminine. Her breasts looked firm and inviting and yet not disproportionate to
her small frame. Her waist was trim and her belly was flat.

Shane could tell that Destini took good care of himself, and that was
important to him. He believed that people should take care of themselves. He
made it a point to eat a healthy diet and to work out on a regular basis. He
didn't smoke nor drink to excess. To Shane this was a sign of self-respect.

It was as he opened the passenger side door for her that Shane got a good look
at Destini from behind. He liked what he saw. He liked the way that her long
black hair seemed to almost flow down her back. He liked her sexy, tight,
round ass.

After closing the passenger door for Destini, Shane walked around the back of
his car to get in the driver's side. As he did, he recalled a scene he'd seen
in a movie once. In the movie an older man is giving advice to a teenager
going on his first date. He tells the younger man to always open the passenger
door for your date. Then, the older, more experienced man advised the teenager
to watch through the rear window as he made his way to the driver's side to
see if his date would reach over and unlock the driver's side door for him.

The older man told the teenager that if his date didn't reach over to unlock
the door that it meant that his date was "a selfish broad" and that he should
dump her immediately. As Shane thought of this, he almost wished that his car
didn't have keyless entry. He was sure that Destini would pass "the door
test".

Shane took Destini out to one of the nicest restaurants in town. When he
walked in with her, his chest swelled with pride. He could feel the eyes of
almost every man in the restaurant on him and his date. They were no doubt
looking at her because she was so beautiful and looking at him and wondering
what was so damn special.

The eyes of most of the women in the place were on their husbands and
boyfriends scolding at them to "Stop staring at that woman and pay attention
to ME!"

All through dinner Shane and Destini talked and flirted and enjoyed each
other's company immensely. They found that they shared common views on a wide
variety of subjects and that they laughed easily at each other's jokes.

Part of Shane's technique in the past was to pretend to be really interested
in the life story of whichever woman he was trying to bed at the time. With
Destini, he didn't have to pretend. The more he found out about her story, the
more he wanted to know. For example, she disclosed to him that most of the men
she dated "become scared off before things get too serious."

"Really?" he asked, "You don't seem so scary to me."

"You don't know me that well yet," Destini said.

"I'd like to get to know you better," said Shane.

"I'd like that too,' said Destini. Shane believed that she meant what she
said, but he thought he could detect the slightest hint of uneasiness behind
her voice as well.

After they shared a light dessert Destini asked, "What's next on the agenda?"

"Agenda?" Shane responded with faux hurt feelings, "You make this sound more
like a chore than a date?"

Destini flashed him her warmest smile to let him know that she didn't feel
that way AT ALL. "I only meant what did you have in mind for us to do next?"

"I thought maybe we could go dancing," Shane suggested.

Destini considered this. "But we're having such a nice conversation," she
said, "Instead of going to a club where we'll have to shout over the music,
why don't we go for a walk downtown?"

Shane loved this. He liked women who were not afraid to speak up and say what
they wanted. "That is an excellent idea," he agreed. They walked along a main
thoroughfare that was well populated at this time on a Saturday night. Before
long, Destini's arm slid easily into his, and he could feel the warmth of her
body as she leaned against him. It felt natural and right.

As they walked along, Shane began to notice the obvious physical differences
between them. She was so petite and so delicately beautiful. He was so much
taller, more solid looking and ruggedly handsome. He couldn't help but think
that they made an ideal couple. He felt like he wanted to protect this
stunning woman walking beside him. He wondered if she was feeling the same
things.

Just then, something amazing happened. A man ran up beside Destini and grabbed
the strap of her purse. He pulled hard and began to run away when suddenly he
was stopped short and fell to the concrete sidewalk.

Shane jumped on the man and pinned him to the ground. "Quick, use your cell
phone to call 911," he shouted to Destini. He looked up to see that she was
already on it. A few minutes later the police were placing the would-be purse
snatcher into the back of their squad car.

"Are you alright?" Shane asked his date, "He didn't hurt your arm or anything
did he?"

"No, I'm fine," said Destini, "But, wow! You sure reacted quickly!"

"Well...it's just a good thing he slipped and fell the way he did," said Shane
with false modesty. He couldn't believe his luck. He actually got a chance to
look like a hero in front of Destini on the first of what he hoped would be
many dates.

By the time Shane took Destini home, it was after 2AM. They'd been talking and
laughing together for several hours. Destini slipped her hand in Shane's as he
walked her to her door. "This has been amazing," said Destini, "I didn't know
that first dates could go so well."

"I know what you mean," agreed Shane, "I hope that this means that you'll go
out with me again."

"I would love to go out with you again, Shane. I really mean that, and I hope
that you won't get the wrong idea when I don't invite you in tonight. It's
just that tonight has been so great that I don't want to jinx it, and moving
too fast seems like a great way to do that. I hope you understand."

"It may sound funny, but I DO understand," said Shane, "And believe me, I'm as
surprised to hear myself say that as anyone." Shane felt like a high school
kid falling in love for the first time. He leaned in and kissed Destini softly
on the lips and said, "Good night, Destini; I'll call you tomorrow."

"You'd better," said Destini knowing full well that he would.

Shane felt so exhilarated that he practically skipped back to his car. Destini
was hopeful, and yet could not quite bring herself to be entirely optimistic.
There was still that thing about her that Shane didn't know.

Shane did call Destini the next day, and every day after that. They were both
busy people, but they managed to squeeze in a lunch together on Wednesday of
that week. Every phone call, every encounter, every tweet, text and Facebook
post only bonded them more and made them feel closer to one another. Shane was
shocked at how important Destini had become to him in such a short time.

When he talked to Bruce about their first date, Bruce's first question was,
"What was she like in bed?"

"I didn't take her to bed," Shane responded.

"What? Really? You mean 'the streak' is ended?" "The Streak" that Bruce was
referring to was Bruce's unbroken chain of taking every woman he went out with
to bed on the first date. "The Streak" had been alive for just over four
years.

"It wasn't like that with Destini," Shane explained, "Neither one of us want
to rush things." For the first time since Shane began "The Streak" it occurred
to him what a juvenile thing it was to be proud of. He was suddenly
embarrassed at the way he'd bragged about it to Bruce in the past.

"Wow! You must really, really like this woman," Bruce concluded, "Do you think
that you're actually falling in love with her?"

"It's a distinct possibility," replied Shane, "But even more important at this
point, you're absolutely right when you say that I really, really like her."

Shane and Destini made plans to get together the following Saturday. Destini
was going to go with Janice to watch Shane and Bruce play in the Saturday
softball league they played in. Afterwards they were all going to go the
Janice's parents' house for a back yard barbeque. Janice's parents were quite
well-off and had a pool in their back yard. They were also out of town which
meant that the twenties-somethings would have the house to themselves.

When Janice and Destini showed up to the park where the game was being played,
Shane couldn't believe how sexy Destini looked. He'd seen how great she looked
in a black cocktail dress. Now he got a chance to see her dressed casually in
cut-offs and a white t-shirt that almost but didn't quite cover her tummy.

The cut-offs weren't quite short enough to be considered daisy dukes, but they
were short enough to show off Destini's long, sexy, shapely legs. The t-shirt
was short enough to show just a hint of Destini's flat, toned tummy. Her
outfit showed a lot of Destini's dark skin and every inch looked satin smooth
and flawless.

Despite Destini's presence distracting Shane - or maybe the distraction helped
- he played the best softball game of his life. He got on base every time he
went to bat including one ground rule double, and he played flawlessly in the
field in the position of short-stop including initiating two double plays.

If Shane thought that Destini looked spectacular in her shorts and t-shirt,
nothing could prepare him for the way she looked in her bikini later on at
Janice's parents' pool. Her body was so tight and fit and yet so soft and
feminine. Her breasts strained against her bikini top as if they would pop out
at any moment. Her bikini bottom was similarly stretched to the limit by her
spectacular, taut, round ass.

It was all Shane could do to keep his hands off of her as they splashed around
and frolicked in the pool. It was clear from her actions and manner that
Destini was having trouble keeping her hands to herself as well. Neither Bruce
nor Janice was surprised when Shane and Destini opted to go back to Shane's
place almost as soon as they finished dinner. They were barely inside the door
of his apartment before they were all over each other kissing and caressing to
their hearts' delight.

Destini kicked off the sandals she was wearing. Shane began to gently lead
Destini towards the bedroom when she said, "Wait!"

"Wait? Don't you want ... I mean ..."

"Yes, Shane, I want to. Very much. It's just that before we do, there's
something I have to tell you - something that might make a difference later."

"Destini, I want you so badly. I'm sure that nothing could make me want you
more, and I don't see how anything you say could make me want you less."

"Please, Shane, sit down and hear me out." Shane sat down on the couch. "What
I have to tell you isn't easy, but I think that it's best that you know before
we do what I think we're about to do. I'm going to tell you the reason why so
many men in the past have been scared off by be."

"Go ahead," said Shane. He was sure that whatever it was, it wouldn't be
enough to scare him away.

"There's no easy way to say this, Shane, so I'm just going to come right out
and say it. I'm stronger than you are."

"What?" asked Shane. He thought that he must have misunderstood what she said.

"I said, I stronger than you are, Shane. I'm a lot stronger than you are."

Shane looked at her like she'd lost her mind. "That's a ridiculous thing to
say. I must outweigh you by at least fifty pounds. Besides, you don't know how
strong I am."

"It doesn't really matter how strong you are, Shane. I'm stronger. I'm much,
much stronger. I'm stronger than any man."

"Is this a joke?" asked Shane, "Because if it is, it isn't very funny." He
wasn't angry at what she was saying exactly, but he was put off by it. Shane
was a proud man, and proud of ht fact that he'd worked to stay in such good
shape despite the fact that he had a demanding career. This line of discussion
with Destini seemed so out of left field, and he couldn't understand why she
was making such an outrageous claim.

"Shane, remember last week on our date when we were waking and that mugger
tried to snatch my purse?" Shane nodded. "He didn't fall down because he
slipped. He fell down because when he took off running with my purse, the
strap was around my shoulder. He fell because I didn't budge when he pulled my
purse and tried to run away."

"You're saying that a full-grown man couldn't pull your purse away from you if
he tried."

"No. I'm saying that a dozen full-grown men couldn't pull my purse away from
me - that is unless the strap broke. I'm saying that I'm so much stronger than
that purse snatcher that I didn't even know he'd grabbed my purse until I
noticed him hitting the ground."

"I'm sorry, Destini, but what you're telling me is just too hard to believe."

Destini did the only thing she could think to do. She reached down and took
hold of Shane's polo shirt by the collar and effortlessly lifted him out of
his chair and into the air. She extended her arm as far as she could and
without strain held Shane with his feet dangling several inches off the
ground.

"What? How?"

"I told you, I'm stronger than you," the gorgeous dark-skinned beauty said
matter-of-factly. She gently placed him back in his chair.

"But ... but ... How? ... How is that possible?" Shane asked.

"I was always strong for my age. When I hit adolescence I just started getting
stronger and stronger. I'm stronger now than I was a year ago?"

"How strong were you a year ago?" asked Shane.

"Let me put it this way, I'm twenty-six now. By the time I was sixteen, I was
stronger than my five older brothers combined. You might have heard of two of
them. One of them is Dwayne Charger and the other one goes professionally by
the name Darwin the Ultimate in Male Evolution. Dwayne Charger was a 6'6", 295
pound all-pro defensive tackle for the Green Bay Packers, and Darwin was a
6'8", 340 pound mountain of muscle and professional wrestler.

"How big are your other three brothers?" Shane asked.

"They refer to Dwayne as 'the runt'," replied Destini.

"But when you were sixteen, they were younger and smaller too, right?"

"Well, yes," Destini replied, "When I was sixteen, Dwayne was eighteen and
Darwin was nineteen. They might not have been quite the size they are now, but
I can assure you that even today they both know better than to get on my bad
side."

"So ... so, just how strong are you?" asked Shane.

Destini thought a few seconds and then said, "Didn't I see you putting a bag
of softball bats and balls in the trunk of your car after today's game?"

"Yeah, I'm the team's equipment manager," Shane responded.

"Go out to your car and bring in that bag," said Destini. It almost sounded
more like a command than a request, and Shane rushed to comply with an urgency
that he would not have had before Destini so easily lifted him out of his
chair. Less than two minutes later, he was back with the canvas equipment bag.

"Give me the bag," said Destini. Shane handed it over. Destini reached in a
pulled out a softball. "There's nothing in this bag that irreplaceable is
there?" she asked.

"N-no," Shane answered nervously.

"Good," she said as she placed both of her delicate-looking hands on the
softball and offhandedly pulled it apart into two pieces with less effort than
it would take most people to crack an egg. Then she reached in the bag and
pulled out a wooden softball bat. Clutching the bat in both hands about twelve
inches apart, she fully extended her arms and snapped it in two as if it was a
toothpick. She didn't even especially use her arm muscles to accomplish this
feat. It was more of a simple snap of her wrists, but that bat was broken
cleanly in two.

Shane sat and watched, dumbfounded as Destini reached into that equipment bag
a third time and pulled out two aluminum bats. She lined them up so that the
skinny side of one lined up with the thick side of the other. Once again she
extended her arms and held her hands about a foot apart. This time Shane
watched as Destini's forearms and biceps tightened. He watched mesmerized as
those two metal bats began to groan and bend. He watched as over the course of
the next ten or twelve seconds hers hands moved closer and closer together
until they eventually touched and those two aluminum softball bats were bent
completely in half! The metal was dented where she gripped them and the
impressions of her fingers were clearly visible.

Shane's eyes were wide and his mouth hung open in disbelief. Destini had seen
that look before. She dropped the bats on the floor and said, "Well... I guess
it's time for me to go."

She barely took her first step when she heard Shane say quietly, "No, please
don't go."

Destini wasn't sure she heard correctly. She was so used to men with their
fragile egos being either terrified or mortified when they discovered her
superior strength that she assumed that Shane would want her to leave. "What
did you say?"

"Please, don't go," he repeated. "I was wrong before when I said that nothing
could make me want you more. I DO want you more. I want you more than ever.
Please, Destini, please don't leave."

Destini was shocked. "Are you sure?" she asked.

"Do you want me to beg you to stay?" Shane asked, "Because I will."

Destini looked at the proud, handsome man and said, "Yes, I want you to beg.
Get on your knees and BEG me to stay."

Without hesitation, Shane fell out of his chair and on to his knees on the
floor and he began to beg. "Please, Destini, please, don't leave me. Please,
stay. I'm begging you, Destini."

Destini wasn't sure what this was, but she was sure that she liked it. "Get
down lower, on your hands and knees and grovel," she demanded. When Shane did
exactly what he was told to do instantly and without question, something
awakened inside of Destini. This just felt so ... right.

Why shouldn't this weak little man beg and grovel on his knees before her.
Wasn't she beautiful? Wasn't she ten ... twenty times stronger than he was?
Yes, she was AT LEAST that much stronger she thought. She could easily snap
every bone in his body without even trying. Why shouldn't he worship her like
a goddess?

"Kiss my feet," she demanded. She was almost surprised when he began to do it.
Not only did he obey, but he did so with gusto and enthusiasm. He began to
lick her feet as well as kiss them. He even began to thank her.

"Thank you (kiss kiss) for allowing me (lick lick) honor of (kiss kiss)
worshipping you (lick lick) feet, Destini (kiss kiss)." It seems as if
something had awakened in BOTH of them. It was clear to Destini that Shane's
heart was filled with awe and fear, but it was also filled with desire. Desire
for her - his Destini.

She reached down and grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him off
the floor. She held him up and looked at his crotch. Shane's cock was
obviously rock hard, and his short pants were stained with pre-cum. She deftly
flipped him over and cradled him with one arm. She reached down and began
massaging his engorged cock with her tiny but oh-so-powerful hand.

"You're turned on by my strength, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yeeesssss," he replied in a sound that was more like a moan than a word.

"You really like knowing that I'm stronger than you."

"Yes, Destini, yes," Shane replied as he buried his face into the crook of her
neck. Shane had never felt this way before. He'd never felt so helpless and
yet so protected at the same time. The thought that this beautiful, sweet,
sexy girl was so much stronger than him - stronger than any man just as she
claimed - excited and aroused him like nothing ever had before. He never even
imagined such intense feelings of passionate affection. He liked knowing that
Destini had the power to beat him up so easily. He loved even more the feeling
that she wouldn't because she wanted him almost as much as he wanted her.

He was almost too afraid, but he had to know the answer. "Y-you like me
d-don't you? I mean, y-you r-really l-l-like me d-don't you?"

Destini looked deep into his eyes with wild, ravenous passion and said, "Does
this answer your question?" As she said this, she used her free hand to rip
his shorts and underwear off his body. Then he raised him up so that his big,
hard dick was level with her mouth, and she took it in. She took it all the
way in her mouth.

Shane could feel Destini's thick, lush, moist lips sliding up and down his
shaft as she used her seeming limitless strength to shove his penis in and out
of her mouth. He could feel skilful her tongue slide along his sensitive
dickhead. He could feel his long, hard penis sliding down her throat!

It didn't take more than five or six thrusts of his dick into her velvet
smooth mouth before he felt his balls begin to tingle. He tried to hold out
for as long as he could, but part of the delicious feeling of total domination
and surrender at being womanhandled by an enormously superior female meant
that he couldn't hold out very long.

"Oh Goddess!" He shouted, "Destini, I'm going to cum inside your mouth!"

Her reaction to this was to suck his dick even harder! By her actions she was
clearly saying, "Do it, my darling, spray your jizzy load into my mouth and
down my throat!"

"I can't hold back! I can't stop it! I'm going to ...
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHRRRGGGGGAAAAAAAA!" Shane released what seemed like a gallon of
spunk inside Destini's mouth and she drank every drop of is down.

She pulled him out of her mouth and began licking the very tip of his cock. It
was as if she was hungry for even more of this love-milk. Meanwhile, Shane
went all but limp in her arms.

"Oh no, you're not going to give out on my yet," Destini insisted. I'll give
you a minute of two to rest, but you're going to get hard for me again. I
demand it!" Shane could tell by the way she said it that this demand was not
something that he should take lightly.

"Where's the bedroom?" Destini asked. Shane pointed down the hall. Destini
carried the big man in her incredible strong arms. When she reached the door
it was closed. Destini kicked the solid door with her foot and knocked the
door completely off its hinges. The door flew across the room until hit the
opposite wall.

Destini then threw Shane eleven feet across the room so that he landed on his
big, king-sized bed. She walked slowly, seductively over to him. Shane began
to move across the bed towards her, but Destini held up a single finger and
said, "Not yet."

Shane stopped. "I see that you follow orders well," said Destini, "That's
good. I think I'm going to like telling you what to do and watching you scurry
to obey my orders from now on. How does that make you feel?"

"I-I want to please you, Destini; I want to obey your commands."

"Good. Right now I command you to sit and watch while I strip for you." Then,
just like she promised, Destini began to slooooowly remove her clothes. As she
did, she rolled her luscious body around seductively. Her body moved like a
snake - undulating hypnotically - and bit by bit she showed her new lover more
and more of her smooth, flawless, dark flesh.

By the time she was naked, Shane's dick was as hard as a rock again. Even
still she did not get into bed but continued her sensuous dance. She held both
of her arms up over her head and moved and shimmied various parts of her body
in such a way that it was driving Shane wild with desire. She turned her back
to him and continued her slow, pulsating moves. Shane's eyes followed the
memorizing sway of Destini's tight, round ass. It looked like a perfect, ripe
chocolate covered peach, and all Shane could think about was how badly he
wanted to take a bite.

When she finally turned around again to face her lover, Destini asked, "Are
you ready for me?" Shane vigorously nodded in the affirmative. "Are you sure?"
she taunted him.

"Yes, Destini, I'm sure," he answered.

"Then why don't you beg some more?" she asked.

"Destini, please come to bed," Shane begged, "I want you so much. Please,
Destini...."

"Why do you want me so bad; what's so special about me?" she asked with a
sexy, confident smile.

"Y-you're soooo beautiful, Destini. Your exquisitely gorgeous face, your long,
beautiful hair, you smooth, dark skin, your incredible, amazing sexy body...."

"Yes, I do have a very sexy body, don't I?" Destini said as if it was no big
deal. Hearing her talk with such self-confidence nearly drove Shane out of his
mind with desire. "What is it you like most about my hot body? Is it my sexy,
broad shoulders and my lean, muscular arms? Or is it my long, toned legs? Are
you excited by my tiny waist and flat tummy or my perfect, firm, succulent
breasts? Or could it be my tight, round booty? Would you like to nibble on my
booty, Shane?"

"Yes, Destini, please, let me nibble on your perfect, round booty," Shane
begged. Destini turned around and backed up to the bed. Shane lay on his
stomach and crawled to the side of the bed and began to kiss and lick and,
yes, nibble on Destini's superb, perfect, miraculous, firm, round ass.

He reached out his right hand and began to massage her inner thigh. Slowly he
worked his hand up and began to finger Destini's pussy which by now was
dripping wet with desire. Destini turned around and effortlessly turned Shane
over. She casually readjusted his body so that this head was resting on the
bed's pillow. The jumped up on the bed and straddled his body, pining his
shoulders down with her powerful arms. Shane knew that he was completely
helpless and at the mercy of the beautiful woman who was infinitely stronger
than he was. The mere thought of it made him harder than he ever thought
possible.

Destini slowly lowered her dripping pussy onto Shane's steel rod of a cock. He
could feel her pussy muscles constrict around his shaft. She leisurely,
deliberately began to surge her hips back and forth over Shane's dick. She was
in no hurry to end this ride.

Destini's ample tits rocked over Shane's head just out of reach of his hungry
mouth as Destini road him like a prized stallion. Shane looked up at her
beautiful face and watched as her mouth formed an "ooooh" shape that indicated
that she was enjoying herself. He hoped so. He felt proud to be the man that
Destini had chosen to take her pleasure from.

"Feel my hard dick deep inside of you," he whispered. "Use my body for your
pleasure," he urged. "Force me to be your plaything, my strong lover," he
begged.

Suddenly, Shane felt Destini's body begin to tense. Her strong arms pressed
down on his shoulders and began to hurt. "Destini, you're hurting me," he said
with panic in his voice. When he looked at her face, however, it was clear
that she didn't hear him. She was lost in her own orgasmic pleasure.

His pleas became more frantic, "Please, Destini, you're hurting my shoulders,"
he yelled. Unfortunately, his voice was drowned out. Destini was doing some
yelling of her own. "AAAAAAAEEEEEEEIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUU" she screamed
as her body shuttered in extreme orgasmic delight. Her powerful body shuttered
with such intensity that the sturdy bed frame shook apart and the mattress and
box spring that Shane and Destini rested upon crashed to the floor.
Fortunately, their bodies shifted in the process just enough that Shane did
not sustain serious injury to his shoulders.

With one last fearsome shutter, Destini rolled off the top of Shane and began
to cover his face with kisses. When she saw the bruises on his shoulders, she
asked, "Did I do that?"

"Yes, Sweetie," Shane replied, "But it was worth it."

Destini began kissing Shane's injured shoulders and said, "I'm so sorry, Baby,
I promise I'll be more careful in the future.... That is, if you still want to
make love with me in the future." Destini was still slightly unsure that Shane
would want to be with her. So many men in her past had been scared off by her
awesome and frightening strength. She decided to just come right out and asked
him, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Yes," replied Shane, "Of course I am."

"Oh," said Destini. "It was nice while it lasted," she thought to herself.

"But I'll get over it. My fear is nothing compared to how turned on I am by
you," Shane explained.

They were lying side by side and facing each other. Destini gently placed her
hands on the sides of Shane's face and kissed him deeply. As she did, tears
began to well up in her eyes.

"Why are you crying?" asked Shane.

"Because I've waited so long to find a man like you who could accept me the
way I am. But you don't just accept me; you're all the more attracted to me
because of the way I am. I'm just... I'm just so happy," she said.

Shane leaned into Destini and kissed her tears away. "I'm soooo turned on by
it," he said. "In fact, tell me, j-just how s-s-strong are you?" he asked, his
voice trembling with excitement.

"I'm very, very strong," she replied. She wasn't sure exactly what he wanted
to know.

"I mean, for example, can you lift a car?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, easily," she replied.

"I...I don't mean can you lift up the front end of a car, I mean can you lift
a car off the ground," he asked.

"Yes, Baby, easily," she replied, "I can lift SUV's completely over my head
with very little effort. And remember, I'm getting stronger all the time," she
said.

"Oh my God!" Shane said. Destini reached down and felt Shane's penis. It was
hard again.

"We better do something about this," she said. "This time you better get on
top. It might be safer that way."

It turned out that the excitement of their simultaneous orgasm a few minutes
later sent Shane flying across the room when Destini's body convulsed
especially hard. Shane still came crawling back for more however.

Shane lost track of how many time he came that night, but he knew that however
many times, Destini came even more. Finally sometime around three in the
morning, he passed out from exhaustion.

The next morning when he woke up, he was lying with his head resting on
Destini's firm breasts. He pulled his head back to see that Destini's eyes
were open. "How long have you been awake?" he asked, "Aren't you exhausted?"

"I don't get exhausted," she replied, "And I don't require much sleep. I've
been content to lay here and watch you sleep. You're pretty damn cute when you
sleep."

Shane laid his head back down on Destini's breasts and said, "I love you,
Destini."

"I love you too," she responded.

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