Strip Poker Arm Wrestling Against a Strong, Pretty Lady by Weakling Male One evening I decided to go down to one of my favorite sports bar hangouts. There was the big NCAA basketball playoff game on big screen that night. More than likely it would be very crowded. That's the way I like it, since that would be the highest possibility of meeting good looking athletic women. As I walk in, I find that there is a lot of action there. The clientele is whooping it up and cheering for their favorite teams. The beer was flowing, that's for sure. Everyone was having a good time. I wander around, looking for anyone that may urge me to join in with them. Everyone seemed to be so involved in the game. I kept moving about, making sure I went to every spot that I knew of. I really wanted to find a good looking sportswoman to spend a fun time with, watching this exciting game. After a few minutes I came to one of the farther corners, that had more like booth areas. I took a sip of the beer that I bought when I came in. There was a real nice looking lady sitting in the back booth. I walked towards her, seeing that there was some room to sit. With all the loud chatter and noise of the cheering, big screen, etc., I tried to loudly ask her if I could please sit in the booth too. I explained how this place is really crowded and she agreed that it sure was. She nicely offered me to sit down. She said she just got there a couple of minutes ago, that's why she was way back in this area, really nothing else was left. I said, I really thank you for letting me sit here. I didn't think there was any room left anywhere. She said, I just finished my workout at the gym nearby and had heard that the big game was on tonight, and thought it would be fun to watch. I don't come to sports bars to drink beer that much, I'm more of a health nut really. Too much beer isn't good you know. I said, Ya I know, as I kind of hold my beer bottle and look at it, not wanting to show that I drank that much either. She said, That's O.K. You don't need to stop drinking your beer on account of me. I'm just a real health nut, like I said, and I like to keep my body at its peak at all times. I actually worked out for over two hours before I came here. Wow, I said, You have to be in really good shape to work out that long. She says, Actually I work out several times per week and I Am quite strong. Then she told me to see if I could guess how many pull ups she could do without stopping. I guessed maybe 5 or so? Nope, she says, I usually do at least 25. I said, Wow, you must really be strong. Yep, she said, Now see if you can guess how much I run in a week. What do you mean? Like, how many times? I asked. No, I mean how many miles, she said. Oh, since you say you're such a health nut and that you're really strong, I would guess about 4 or 5 miles a week. She says, Well, you're close for one day. That's what I run on Saturdays. I actually run close to 20 miles per week. (I take a big swig of my beer, as I'm kind of dumbfounded). That's really a lot of miles! Are you a marathon runner, or something? No, I just like to stay fit and stay very strong. It's a proven fact that if a women stays fit and strong, she'll live a healthy and long life. It sounds like you're on the right track, I replied. Do You workout any? she asks. Not a lot, but I'm in fair enough shape. I do enough handy work around the home to do O.K. for myself I guess, (I try to sound like I'm pretty good.) Then she said, I don't think you're in as good of shape as I am. I respond, Well, probably not in running, that's for sure. I've never run 20 miles in a week. She says, As a matter of fact, I'm willing to bet that you're not as strong as I am, in anything! I counter by saying, I know your pull ups sounded very impressive, but you're lighter than me, so its got to be easier. She says, You know what, since it's kind of loud in here and hard to discuss this matter adequately, what do you think of coming to my place now and we can discuss it there, and I'll show you that I'm stronger than you. (Well, It seems like I have really found the athletic woman that I hoped for tonight). I don't want to miss this chance, so I say Sure, I'd like that. She writes her address on a napkin and hands it to me. She says, Good, I'm glad you're willing to do this. I love showing off my strength to guys. This will be fun. See you there in a few minutes. It's not far. We both stand up from our seats, and boy do I get a big surprise. She's pretty tall. Probably around 5'-11" and her legs fill out the grey workout sweat pants really nicely. Her figure is very shapely and athletic. She has long legs and has a nice firm D-size chest. I'm thoroughly impressed by her shape. My mind goes, WOW, what a fitness babe! I can almost imagine that she has quite the muscles under those gym clothes. It's going to be great to have her show me her strength at her place. She looks back at me and says, Come on boy, lets go do it! Wow, she's really acting hot to trot! She grabs my hand and leads me through the crowded areas to the door. I can feel that she truly does have good strength as she pulls on me. When we get to the front door, she pays the waitress for her beverage and we go out to the parking lot. She yells playfully, See you there. Then we both get in our vehicles and I actually follow her closely, even though I have her address. That's easier that way. We arrive and I follow behind her as we go up the steps to her place. I can see the width of her good sized calves through the cloth of her sweat pants and I am greatly impressed. I'm thinking, this gal is definitely a strong person. I'm wondering how much I'll really get to see when we're inside. I'm feeling pretty turned on, just by what I know so far. She unlocks her front door and invites me in. She says nicely, Why don't you take a seat on the couch while I change into something more appropriate, and get out of these sweats. I do as she invited me to do, and I have a seat on her nice dark leather full length sofa. She has a real nicely decorated place. As I wait, I just look around at her paintings and other items. Real well designed. I'm impressed. This lady has good taste. In only a couple of minutes, she yells from her bedroom, I'm ready! Here I come. Are you ready to see me? Yes, I yell back. I'm ready. She says, O.K. shut your eyes and count to 10, then you can open them. I cover my eyes and count to 10. When I say 10, I open my eyes, and I'm flabbergasted by what I see. She's standing right in front of me, only 3 feet away and is in a really skimpy back thong bikini and is flexing her calves, thighs, and biceps right there as I look at her in awe and amazement. I can't say anything, I'm so shocked by her stunning physique. She's so sexy, big, muscular, and beautiful. I LOVE what I see! She asks, Well, What do you think? Do you like what you see? I gulp and finally get out the words, Yes, yes, I like.. I knew you would, she said confidently. Now do you still think that I couldn't be as strong as you? I said, I have to admit. You look awesomely strong. I think I'll probably have to change my mind. Well boy, if you need a little help deciding, I can do that for you, I'm sure. She says, maybe this will convince you. My biceps are over 16-1/2", my calves are almost 18", and my thighs are over 26". I think I've got you beat in those categories, by quite a bit I might add. Well you've convinced me that your muscles are A Lot bigger than mine, but can I feel if they're strong and hard too? Sure, and she walks right next to me and says, Feel my thighs first. I do it and I'm quivering at their hardness. She lifts one of her feet onto the sofa, placing her toes on the edge between my legs and flexes her immense calf up, by raising her heel. I look at this beautiful and muscular and flexing, sexy and hard looking calf, and her thighs, as they are tight and one is in this elevated position. I go google eyed and stare, taking in all of this terrific moment. She says, Go on, feel my calf. I do it, and wow! If I wasn't turned on enough already, I'm really turned on now! Her calf is like a big, hard rock! It doesn't dent a bit when I push on it. My bone is pretty big in my pants right about now. I don't know which is harder, her calf muscle, or my boner! She can see that, and says You really do think my muscles are nice, don't you?! I really like it when a man thinks my muscles are sexy. You're definitely showing that to me. Then she moves her toes right onto the front and top of my balls and pushes them and my rod down real firmly. I go, HHuuHhhh!!! She's turning me into a dizzy minded muscle-luster, over her!! Then she says, It's time to Really test our strength against each other. Let's do arm wrestling. How big are your arms anyway? I'm sure mine are way bigger than yours, she says. I say, Um, um, I think they're about 13 " maybe. She grabs her hands onto my arm muscles and gives them a squeeze and says, 13" maybe, at the most, I doubt it! Anyway, here's what I have planned that we do tonight. Get over to the dining room table and we'll arm wrestle there now. We'll do a thing I call Strip Poker Arm Wrestling. Each time someone loses, they must take off one article of clothes. One person wins when the other person is all naked. Sounds fun, doesn't it!? It looks like you have a pair of shoes, socks, a long sleeve shirt, pants, a belt, do you have a tee-shirt on? Yes. And I presume you have underpants on, right? Yes. Well, that means you have 9 articles of clothes, in other words, you have 9 chances to lose, before you really lose all the way. I, on the other hand, have only 2 articles of clothes. That should be easier for you to win, don't you think?. Yes, I'd like to see your thong bikini removing, I say as a little bit of a challenge to her. I don't think that's going to be happening, Mr. 13". Lets get down to business. I say that I beat you 9 times before you beat me even once. Remember my biceps measurements? I'll tell you what, to make the stakes higher, I'll bet you that if I beat you 9 times, and you don't win even one, I will take your naked skinny wimp-ass body and drag it to my bedroom and wank your little weenie dick so hard that it might tear off and you'll be begging me to rip it off in my strong hands! If you beat me one time, I won't do that to you. You got the rules, Mr.? Yes, but what if I win and beat you 2 times?, I ask. We'll have to see. I doubt that will happen though. If it does, I guess I'll have to take my top and bottom off. Then you can see what you want to try and do! Lets go to it, Mr.! We put ourselves into position on opposite sides of her dining room table and lean forward to grasp hands. I clench her hand, then she clenches mine. Wow, her grip is firm and then she tightens it and says, we'll start on 3. One, two, 3, GO! My face immediately turns beet red as I want to beat her so bad. I'm leaning to try and put weight over on her, but she is pushing me back forcefully as her big biceps really bulge and flex into a big softball shaped powerball. She puts me down firmly in 5 seconds flat! That's one for me, take off a shoe. I take off my shoe slowly, I know I've been beat pretty easily by this strong, sexy woman in her black thong bikini. She looked great with her sexy muscles while she put me down. I get back up to the table and she says, Ready? We join our other hands this time. She counts, One, two, 3, GO! Down I go in 4 seconds with the opposite hands! Take off your other shoe, she casually says. I do it and slowly stall and come back up. She says, This time you countdown. We join hands, I count One, two, 3, go! She muscles me down in 3 seconds. Ow! Take off a sock, Mr. I do it and come back up. We lock the opposite hands and I count down again, One, two, 3, go. She powers me down abruptly again. That's four for me. Take off your other sock. Are your toes getting cold? Better get used to it, because that's not all that's going to feel cold real soon. I take off that sock and get up for the next one. She says, On this one we both count down together. We clench hands, and in unison we count, One,. . .Two,.. 3, .go!!! She suddenly squeezes my finger bones real hard and plunges my arm down to the table in less than 2 seconds! I yelp out loud! Oh, too bad, Mr.13"! Take off your belt! I stand up and slowly pull my belt out of their loops, as my one hand hurts from the bone crunching squeeze she gave it. It hurts like heck, but I get the belt off. She says, give me that. We might need that for something else later! That's 5 to nothing, I lead!, she says. I don't think you're going to get one. Try harder, you weakling! I sit back down and we clench our hands for bout number six. I try to catch her off guard and do the countdown faster than the other times, 1,2,3 and I push her with all I've got, she just smiles, looks at my reddened face and sweat dripping down, and racks my arm down real hard. Trying to cheat, huh! That'll get you nowhere against this kind of muscle, and she kisses her flexed bicep. What it will get you is a much harder wanking after I beat you 3 more times! Now take off your shirt! I get up meekly after being scolded and stand to take off my long sleeved shirt. I sit back down and get ready for my next seemingly inevitable loss. She says, I'll give you a head start this time. We grasp hands and she sets us so her arm is already halfway down. One, two, 3, go. She quickly and strongly pushes me up and over, and down with a hard smash. AAaaa!! I yell in smashing pain. Oh, shut up, you wimp! Now take your pants off! I moan and get myself turned in my chair so I can get my pants off. She impatiently waits for me and says, Hurry up, we have two more to go! Get your butt turned around, and lets go! I finally get my pants pulled off and turn gingerly back to face her. I can hardly look her in the eye. Two more, sonny! Then I get to wank your cock for as long and hard as I want! I put my arm weakly up on the table and she grabs my hand up into the starting position and says, Do you want to count, or should I?, she asks. You.., I can barely say it. O.K. One, two, 3, Down I go in a half a second. OOooWWWWWWwww!!!!! She virtually has pulverized my hand and arm. That's 8, Now take off your tee shirt, you skinny weakling! She comes around to my side of the table and says, You're taking too long, I'll get that off for you! My arm and hand are so sore, that I can't get it off anyway. She grabs my tee shirt with both strong hands and uses her super arm strength to rip it to shreds and yanks me off my chair while doing so. She throws the pieces of torn tee shirt cloth all around. She says, get up off the floor you weak shit!! She is really worked up. I can barely get up. She walks back to her side of the table and then sees that I'm still not all the way up. I'm clawing at my chair to try and elevate myself. Instead of waiting for me to get back up on my own, she rushes back around to my side and grabs me firmly by the back of my hair and yanks me up and shoves me onto the chair and goes back. This is it, she snarls. All you have left is your underpants. Get your other hand up here and let's finish this match! I put my hand up. She tells me to look up at her muscles as she flexes them with great intimidation. She says, Don't look at me in the eyes at all this time, just look straight at this bicep that is going to finish you off now! I look at her in the eyes for a split second and then right over to her bicep. It flexes meanly and huge and hard. She has that evil, knowing smile and says, Put your best shot into this one, boy. It's your last chance to keep me from wanking your cock off! She counts ever so slowly to scare me to bits, O n e, t w o, t..h..r..ee... BOOM! Down I go! That's 10 wimp. Now we do the final match!!! Now take your underpants off, or I will. I'm too slow at removing them, so she comes around, grabs my shorts on the back at the elastic and lifts me in a hard snuggy and shakes me all around until my underwear are ripped to shreds and fall off. My cock and balls really get scrunched from this. She reaches down to my fallen body and pulls my limp head and neck backward by the back of my hair, lifts me back up with her raw strength, and puts her big bicep in front of my face. She flexes it and slowly brings it in closer and down to my neck, then places her forearm and big bicep around it and squeezes me so hard my eyes water and bug out. I go, Ggaaackk! She yanks me around with her arm muscles tightly clamped around my neck and begins dragging me in this position all the way to her big bedroom. My cock waggles like a defeated limpdick male. We enter the bedroom and she flings my wasted body onto her bed and I land on my back. She says, Now I am going to Wank You Off to No end!! She stands up on the bed, flexing her muscular body over my hapless body. She pulls off her black bikini top and tosses it to the side. She flexes her great pecs and then pulls her black thong off and displays her bush. It is awesome. She looks down at me and says, Here we go, weakling. You lost the match 9 to nothing, and the rules are the rules. I will now wank you HARD and LONG! She bends down to me, positioning one of her awesome thighs under my head and neck, and whips her other strong thigh over the top of my neck and upper chest. She squeezes in on me and says, There is no escape from my power. Now, try to take your wanking like a man, and don't cry or scream! I try to shake myself loose from between her powerful legs, but to no avail. She lets me weakly struggle for a couple minutes and when she knows I've worn way out, she grabs my penis with her strong grip and squeezes it so hard for 30 seconds as I scream and kick! Then she slaps it and grabs it again and starts to wank me and jerk me off real hard and fast!! In less than 30 more seconds cum is flying all over the place. She wanks me so hard, she deflates my cock! Then she wipes her hand dry on my stomach and begins to wank me real hard some more. Oh, the pain! She is strong. Her legs keep me down. I'm a dying prey in her anaconda strength. She wanks me so hard for over an hour and takes my semen from me so many times, I can't count. My manhood is all raw and bleeding. After awhile, she has completely squeezed every drop of juice from me. I lay there on her bed, almost passed out from the sexual abuse at the hand of her strong muscles. She finally unclamps her powerful legs from around my wasted naked body and says with a sexy, deep voice, So do you still like my muscles? I still like you. She goes out in the kitchen to get my belt. She comes back to my prone body and loops my belt around my neck and leashes me. She pulls up on my upper torso with the belt around my neck and looks me in the eye and says, Let's do this again sometime. But we'll have to try something besides arm wrestling. We already know who would win that contest! Now, you go to sleep. You're going to require a lot of rest from this. I slowly fall asleep in her bed. The next thing I know is that when I wake up, I'm all tucked up in my own bed at home. I groggily come to, and feel sore. I look down under my sheets and see that my cock is bandaged up with a full gauze wrap and lotion. There is a note safety pinned onto the gauze. I pull it up and read it. Dear Weakling Male, I had a fun time with you last night. Call me at this number if you want to see my sexy muscles again sometime! Love ya. See you soon. signed, Your Strong Muscle Lady. For sure. I dream many times about how her calf muscles could put me in a cock and ball half-nelson hold and give me forced ejaculations wih her huge calf. Yes, I have called her again and again and now we're dating steady. You can hardly imagine all the muscular things she has done with me!!