I Meet A Strong Woman At The Home Improvement Store
by Weakling Male
The Unloading Lady Returns - Part Two 

  About 5 minutes after she had left my place, the strong home
improvement unloading lady realizes that she had forgotten to get her
shirt back from me.  She now remembered that she had hooked it over the
side view mirror of my pickup.  She hoped that I had taken it along with
me. She turned her vehicle around and headed back to my place.
  When she arrived, I was still passed out from the "payment" I gave
her. (Or should I say, she Took from me.)  She got out of her vehicle
and walked powerfully over to my truck and looked inside.  It was there,
but I had previously locked the doors.  She thought, I'll just have to
talk to mister "old man" here, and get the keys so I can get my shirt
back.  She powerfully walks down to where I lay and notices that I'm
just starting to come to.  She figures that the keys are probably in one
of my pants pockets, so she rummages through them and finds the keys.
Hey, what are you doing?! I weakly yell out to her as I slowly get to my
feet and hold onto my spinning head with my hands.  I'm just going to
get my shirt out of your truck, she yells back.  Oh, O.K., I say, and I
am finally able to walk a little ways up closer to her. 
  She gets to my truck and unlocks the side door and takes her shirt out
and slings it over her shoulder and walks by me.  I say to her, You sure
are one strong and fine woman.  You really did a number on my body a
little while ago. I grab her bicep with both of my hands and say, You're
Just Awesome!  I think I'm in love!  Oh, baby, you're not in love, she
says, You're just acting wacko from the way I squeezed the cum out of
you before and you're not thinking correctly right now.  You wouldn't be
able to handle me anyway.  After a week or so, I'd probably paralyze you
from the way I out muscle guys like you.  Don't even think of falling in
love with me!  In a frustrated and rejected sounding voice I plead with
her, But, please, can't I spend more time with you?
  She answers me.  Well, mister "old man", since you're practically
begging me to be with you a little longer, I guess I can do something
for you.  She says, I came back for my shirt, but I also came back for a
drink.  Remember how you offered me a drink of anything I wanted while I
was working before?  I didn't want it then, but I said I'd take it
later, when I was relaxing.  Well, let's relax, and I'll take that drink
now.  I am very thirsty now.  And I know exactly what would quench my
thirst.  She looks down at my shriveled cock, as I'm still very naked
and slightly groggy too.  She says, That's what I want.  I will drink
you.  Now lay down on your back, on your grass.  (I am so happy that she
is wanting to do this to me.)
  Then she walks around so that she is standing above my head and facing
my feet.  She kneels down and puts my face into her crotch and leans
forward to fondle my cock and balls.  She says, It looks like I really
rung you out before!  Now lets relax!  This is going to really take some
skill to get you going again.  She softly massages my gonads and says,
Now you're going to see why you wouldn't be able to survive being my
boyfriend!  She puts her open mouth around my flaccid cock and begins to
suck.  She slowly sucks harder and harder.  Then faster and faster!  She
bites a little.  Then she clamps her big thighs around the top of my
head and traps me for the duration.  My body tightens in response to the
squashing of my head and the hard blow -job she is working me over with.
My hips start buckng and my hands go up to her huge, hard buttocks and
roam unconrollably onto her thighs, calves and powerful back muscles.  I
feel her shoulders and arms as she sucks me off.  Her muscles are so
great and powerful and overwhelm me.  I am her drinking fountain.  She
sucks and sucks and sucks and sucks!  My legs start to kick with
involuntary orgasmic response.  She's making my faucet of cum turn on
again.  She drinks and drinks and drinks and laps up the stream of cum
from my puny dick.  I yell, Oh Ya! YOU'RE SO STRONG!!!!  You're So
Strong!!  You're so Strong!  You're so strong, Muscle Woman!  She keeps
my body down tight and squeezes my head into oblivion and just keeps
sucking my shriveled and drained penis as I pass out once again.
  When she has finally quenched her thirst, sucking me dry, she jumps up
and lets me lay there like a drained water bottle.  She says to my
semi-conscious shell, Now you know why you couldn't be my boyfriend.
You wouldn't last one night with me, let alone a whole week of dating.
  Sorry, "old man".  And she takes her shirt off the ground and says,
Thanks for the good drink, though.  And she leaves.