I Meet Up Against a Wrestling Babe of Muscle by Weakling Male I had been surfing the web for muscle woman sites, when I found one that showed a very sexy, strong, tall, blond, muscle babe. Her information said she had 15-3/4" biceps, 16-1/2" calves, and 25" thighs. With her high heels on, she stands 6'-1" tall. She was wearing a flashy blue sports bra with her D cup size showing off a very strong chest. Her pictures showed her awesome peaked biceps and nice round deltoids. She wore a necklace and had big red sensual looking lips. She looked like she could pin you in a flash and squeeze you senseless. She looked sensual, tough, and dangerous. I decided to get in touch with her by e-mail, so I wrote her a note. I praised her for her awesome and sexy physique. I said how I read about her muscular measurements and viewed the pictures of her physique. I also described myself to her, naming my much smaller muscle measurements, and then asked the question, what would happen if we wrestled. Each day I would read for my e-mail messages, hoping to hear from her. A couple of days went by without anything from her. Finally, one day as I was opening my e-mails, there was one from her, The Babe of Muscle. I was so nervous as I clicked on the heading to open it. Then it opened and I read it. It said, Here is what would happen, weakling. I would snap your neck and squeeze you to bits. signed, The Babe of Muscle. I answered back, I believe every word of what you said, Babe of Muscle. How long would it take? I clicked on her address and sent the message. In a little while, I received a message back from her. Again, as last time, I nervously opened the message. It opened up and there was a jpeg file attachment with this note, Hi weakling, open the jpeg and see what will happen when I wrestle you! It would only take a few minutes for this to happen, when I fight you! Her bold and confident sounding comments have me shaken and form a lump of fright in my throat. I read the message again and get scared out of my wits. I click on the jpeg attachment and watch as it slowly opens from the top, and goes downward gradually. Oh My God! It is a picture of The Babe of Muscle with her big, muscular flexed and sexy looking body holding a naked man over her head, squeezing his neck with one strong hand and squeezing his cock with her other strong hand. She looks supremely strong and he looks very weak. I immediately get a bone-on and wish that the man was me. I immediately write a note back to her, asking to meet her sometime. She quickly responded back to me, asking, Did you like the jpeg? That can be you. I could meet you tomorrow night. signed, The Babe of Muscle. I'm so excited right now, that I can't refuse her offer. I write a note back immediately. Yes, I'd love to meet up with you tomorrow night. I give my address. I click and send the message to her. She answers back, Wear only a jock strap, weakling. All night I toss and turn, visualizing what she looks like and what she is going to do to me. The next morning I wake up so late because I couldn't get to sleep. Finally the time is near for her to arrive at my house. I take a shower and put on just my jock, as she told me to. It is time. The door bell rings. I nervously go to the door and look through the blinds to see that it is her. I open it slowly, just barely, and step back and say, Come on in. She laughs, Are you worried someone will see you in your jock? Don't worry, that thing isn't going to stay on long anyway! Since you're so obedient to me, even over the phone, and you wore that jock, let's get started right away. Now, you will do as I order you to do! Kiss my biceps! I kiss them. I'm already having a hard-on. Feel my biceps! I feel them. My hard-on is full fledged. Kneel down and feel my calves and thighs, weakling male! I bend down and do as she has ordered me to do. Her muscles are very hard and strong. She grabs me by the front of my neck with her left hand, digging in with her sharp, red painted fingernails. She pulls me back up to my feet and stares me right in the eyes and says, You like my sexy muscles dominating you, don't you? I shyly say, yes. Then she slips her right hand through the side of my jockstrap and grabs my erect wanger and pulls it out. She lets go of her left hand from around my neck and leads me around by my penis, like it is a leash. My hands automatically go to her arm muscles and my eyes gaze at her leg muscles. She is the epitome of strength and sex. After leading me around helplessly like this for several minutes, she turns around and forces me into a hard headlock. She cranks me around so hard, I lose my balance. She very roughly yanks my weak body around like she said she would in her e-mail to me the other day. She has me dragging around by my feet, my arms hopelessly pawing at her immense upper arm strength. She forcefully cranks me to the floor, whipping my poor scrawny neck and body down hard. She tucks the Adam's apple and the front of my neck under her mighty bicep, tricep and arm pit, with my head behind her arm so that I'm looking right at the back of her huge flexing triceps. She gives me a hard squeeze, using her forearm and wrist under the back of my neck and flexes her bicep into the front of my encompassed neck. She cranks my head backward. Ccrraaackk.. crraack..craack. She snaps my weakling male neck. I shake and quiver as I'm wrapped up in her mighty arm muscles. Her muscular, neck-snapping hold sends a chill down my spine, all the way to my dick! She keeps the arm choker around my neck and grabs my jock strap with her other strong hand and stretches it until it snaps. She pulls the entire thing right off of me and tosses it to the side. There!, she says. That's how I really want you! Then she picks up my weakling body with her bicep around my neck as I cough and gag. My naked body is then placed across her strong shoulders and I hang there like a weak and defeated male. Then she says, This is the deal now, weak male! Your erect cock and your wimpy body will now endure many back breakers. I will jar and shake you around real hard, over my strong broad shoulders, this way until you ejaculate. Each ejaculation that I get out of you, is an extra $100.00 for me. Got that, wimp!? When I am through with you, I will squeeze you to bits between my 25" thigh muscles! After I've snapped your neck too many times, cracked you over my back, taken many ejaculations out of you, and squeezed you out, I will take your credit card and charge you what I add up tonight. Of course, you will be so messed up and addle brained, that you will not remember! Here goes nothing! Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!!! She bounces me across her super strong shoulders. I go, AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!! One ejaculation, later two ejaculations, later three, then four, and so on...... All I can do is look at her sexy muscles and continue to get turned on. She gets very rich off of me! The Babe of Muscle is Awesome! She snapped my neck and squeezed me to bits, just like she said she would. Easily. Then she laid my unconscious body on the carpet and left me. If you ever call The Babe of Muscle, you better be "Loaded"! Believe me.