The Divorcee, her Daughter, a Stripper, and the Cop
By Madcat
Femdom times four.


There they were, 3 gorgeous women and one sexy teen, standing in the basement.
All of them dressed in slinky leotards. And they wanted to wrestle me. How
could I say no. The cast of female protagonists were as follows:

Nancy Colt, the divorcee, age 39, brunette, 5-10, 157 luscious pounds, wore a
black leotard, matching her lovely hair. The woman looked nothing less than
beautiful, always did, morning, noon or night. It came as natural to Nancy as
breathing. She was the oldest woman in the basement but looked younger than
any of them except her daughter. Her curvy 38C-24-34 measurements were the
envy of the neighborhood.

Krista Colt, the daughter, age 19, 6-1, 152 elegant pounds, was definitely her
mother's daughter. She was just as stunning with long brown hair. Her father
stood 6-5 and played pro-football, giving Krista her height and exceptional
athletic ability. You would never see it to look at her. She looked more like
a super-model than jock. Cindy Crawford comes to mind, but Krista possessed a
rare innocence that set her apart. She wore a two piece outfit: boy shorts and
sleeveless blouse. Her measurements were 34B- 21-33.

Alexandra Depuy, the stripper, age 29, 5-4, 145 buxom pounds, was the only
woman there with bigger tits than Nancy. Most thought they were fake, but who
knew. They looked huge on her small frame. Everything else did too. 10 years
of extreme pole dancing bulked this young miss up. Her thighs, butt, breasts
and biceps bulged with girl muscle. No one in the neighborhood liked her much.
She basically kept to herself, wasn't married and didn't seem to date. Alex,
as she was called, wore a white leotard. She measured 40D-25-36 and had very
short black hair. It gave her an almost boyish face. From the neck down
though, the buxom stripper was all girl.

Jen Wolfe, the cop, age 31, 5-3, 110 slender pounds, was quite a pretty little
thing. But in her present company, one would say she was under- developed. Jen
sported shoulder length, dirty blonde hair. Her eyes sparkled blue. But her
body was plain, her chest flat and legs skinny. She wore a pink leotard and
measured 32A-20-28.

But I digress. This whole story started when I came home from college, broke
and hungry. My folks, working stiffs, put 3 of us thru school. It was a heroic
effort. But they had little left over for the nicer things. I worked as a
waiter by night, lawn service boy by day.

Mrs. Colt, my neighbor, was my best customer. She paid well and always had
work for me to do. It seemed my mother pitied her, not having a man around and
all, but I didn't know why. The Colt's had cash. They drove nice cars, had a
maid and me doing the yard work.

So it wasn't surprising that one, clear cool June morning I was mowing the
Colt's lawn. I wore some long basketball shorts and a tee shirt. The plan was
to get done early and head down to the park for some pick-up basketball. A guy
can't work all the time.

Mrs. Holt came out and changed my plans. She wore her black leotard, sending
my hormones spiking. You see, Nancy was my teenage, midnight fuck fantasy
girl. It had always been that way. We went from kissing, to heavy petting, on
to full frontal nudity and finally hardcore sex as I got older. I sometimes
fantasized about girls my own age, but Nancy had always been there for me,
never complained and was always tuff enough to go all night.

"Hi, Mark!" she said, her boobs stuck out proudly.

"Hey, Mrs. Holt." I answer, looking past her breasts to her teeming torso.
Nancy was a muscular woman with definite physical presence. I liked that in a
woman. Her physique certainly wasn't overpowering or manly. I liked that too.

We looked eye to eye with each other. OK, not quite. I stood 5-8 and a lean,
mean 144 pounds. This was a sore spot for Nancy's daughter and me.

"I need to ask you for a favor." The busty brunette asked.

"Sure." I replied. Nancy's favors usually involved money.

"Come down to the basement, please." She said turning.

"OK." I replied, content to follow her shapely ass. Nancy's leotard was high,
showing lots of hard female flesh. My cock stiffened as I remembered last
night's fuck fantasy. The busty brunette was bent over a table, I don't know
which one, as I hammered her from behind. Her muscular body gave as good as it
got as she moaned with pleasure.

We never actually did anything like any of that. I often wondered if the
beautiful divorcee had any idea of her effect on me or my midnight fuck
fantasies. Back then, I thought not. Though at times I felt like she was
flirting with me. Basically, I wrote that off to an over active imagination.

I followed her into the basement, quizzing the buxom brunette as to her
intentions. She put me off. When we got downstairs, I almost forgot why I was
there.

The Colts had big, fully finished basement. One side was fully devoted to
physical fitness. That's where the women were.

"Hey everybody, Mark has graciously volunteered to help us with our work out
today." Nancy said.

"I have?" I said, trying to tear my eyes of Krista.

If Nancy Colt was my midnight fuck fantasy girl, her daughter was my first and
only true love. We grew up together, becoming best friends. Eventually, I fell
madly in love with her. The only problem was she didn't. I asked her out a
dozen times. Krista always politely and sometimes disdainfully said no.

She blamed it on the height difference. Krista had always been taller than me.
I hoped I'd catch up to her but that never happened. The girl simply refused
to date a guy shorter that she was.

It soon became clear that there was more to the story. She saw me as inferior,
essentially the neighbor good enough to mow her lawn, water her flowers or
play a quick game of basketball. Her boyfriends were all tall, handsome,
wealthy and successful, relatively speaking. She tended towards older boys,
perhaps due to the height issue. Rumors now had her seeing an NBA player.

Basketball played a big roll in our life growing up. We played almost every
day, and I'm sorry to say, the girl beat me almost every time. I hoped that as
I got older, I could turn that around. But that never happened. Krista was an
exceptional athlete. She had a two foot vertical leap and towards the end
could come darn close to dunking the ball. I had a hard time getting a clean
shot off. Occasionally, she made me eat the ball, not fun I can assure you.

Oddly enough, basketball became my sport in high school. In trying to beat the
tall girl next door, I developed awesome ball handling skills and a 3 point
shot. That landed me a starting job as point guard on the varsity team. It was
quite perplexing that I could handle the best male competition out there, but
couldn't beat the babe next door.

Towards the end of high school, we both lost interest in one on one games. I
got tired of losing to a girl. Krista switched her focus to volleyball, a game
that she was even better at. Our friendship petered out during our senior
year. This was basically the first I'd seen of Krista in many months.

And wow! She looked better than ever: tall, stunningly beautiful and darn near
naked. I studied that strip of tanned flesh between her shots and top. Her
outfit left almost nothing to my over active imagination. I sadly realized
that I was still madly in love with this girl and always would be.

"Yes, you did." Nancy broke my chain of thought. "This is my favor. I want you
to wrestle us."

"What?" I almost add 'the fuck' on to the end of that question.

"Our little fitness club has been practicing judo. On each other. We kind of
wanted a man to try it on. That's where you come in. One match, each girl,
best of 3 falls, pin or submission." Nancy did all the talking.

I did all the staring at Krista. This seemed nuts. As much as I'd like to get
physical with Nancy and her daughter, let alone Alex and Jen, I knew a stupid
idea when I heard one. "Mrs. Colt ... "

"Call me Nancy." She said, smiling

"Nancy, no, I can't, I have work to do."

"I'll pay you. 20 bucks a match. Another 20 if you win." Nancy countered. She
knew how to press my buttons.

"You mean I could make $160!" I did the math.

"If you win all 4 times. I want you to try your hardest. Don't hold back." the
woman answered, sticking her boobs out for my viewing pleasure. That sealed
the deal.

"OK." I agreed. Almost at once, Jen Wolfe volunteered for the first match.

Oh how I hated this little bitch cop. She had arrested me three times over the
last four years. Trespassing (playing a night game of B-ball last summer after
the park had closed). Underage drinking (me and Suzie Mitchell with a six pack
of beer in the car). And finally vandalism (toilet papering the Colt's house).
Lets just say I wanted to go all out with this woman.

Nancy stepped in one last time. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt. "Lets see
what you got." The busty brunette pulled it off.

I guess they wanted me to wrestle topless, which I didn't mind. I thought I
had a good bod, well toned, great 6 pack, even if I wasn't the burliest fellow
in town. The girls must of thought so too as they hooted and hollered a bit.
Seeing Krista get excited was the high point of my day. The low points were
coming.

"Lets go, Romeo!" Jen said arrogantly. "Time to teach you who's the boss."

That pissed me off even more. I had a serious size advantage on this woman. I
don't care if she was a cop. How the hell did she plan to handle me?

I said nothing but approached cautiously. Wrestling just wasn't my gig, nor
was judo. Attacking a female presented its own unique set off problems. So we
circled, feigning, locking for an opening.

And sadly, I gave policewoman the opening. I always thought Jen was a joke of
a cop. How could a 100 pound girl handle big thugs. She showed me.

The blonde grabbed my right arm with staggering quickness. She twisted it
hard, forcing me to bend backwards. Then Jen reversed the hold, using my arm
strength against me. I pitched forward, while chicken legs slipped in behind
my body. Before I could say police brutality, she had me in an arm bar, bent
forward.

Jen poured on the pressure. Like a fool, I continued to resist, unable to
believe a much smaller foe, a woman nonetheless, could best me. All I
accomplished was to waste energy. Something I would need in the battles to
come.

I also allowed the little cop bitch to humiliate me. The women cheered her on.
That wasn't too surprising. This was a battle of the sexes after all. But Jen
paraded me around, demonstrating her control and domination and showing she
could hurt me. After a couple of minutes of this, I fell to my knees.

Nancy walked over, casually swinging her womanly hips. I'll never forget the
sight of her camel toed pussy, straining against the black fabric of her
leotard. "Do you submit?" she cooed.

"Yes!" I growled in pain, looking at the pussy.

Jen released me instantly. I pitched forward, literally exhausted. My unlucky
right arm went numb. While that was better than the pain, it would not do me
much good in the later matches. I caught a glimpse of the blonde from behind,
high fiving her girlfriends. She looked good, not so much in a sexual sense,
though her pink ass was nice, but in a fighting sense. Jen wasn't tired or
hurt. Belatedly, I realized I had a real fight on my hands.

Krista gave me an arrogant grin as I got to my feet. It said that she was
right, that I was a loser. But there was something else there as well. Her
grin said wait until I get a hold of you. This will be better than one on one
basketball. I turned away, determined to beat the little cop bitch, and show
Krista she was wrong.

"Do you want a drink or anything?" Nancy asked, always the gracious hostess. I
accepted a glass of water, mainly to stall and give my arm time to rebound.
The woman disappeared upstairs.

"I'm going to mop the floor with you this time, Smith. You've always been
nothing but a smart ass kid." Jen vented. She was sticking her pathetic chest
out. Only her hard nipples made her look female.

"Go fuck yourself, you flat chested dirty harry." I blurted out. It sounded
nastier than I wanted. But the little cop bitch had it coming.

Her face dropped and she shook her head. The blonde tried to talk but couldn't
find the words. I loved it, but it just pissed her off even more. Bad move on
my part.

I took a drink of water.

"Quit stalling, you little prick." Jen sneered.

Nancy was back in the basement turned on her little blonde friend. "We'll have
none of that kind of talk in this house. Jen, apologize."

The cop glared at me first, then she said it. "I'm sorry."

"Let's do it." I said, flexing my muscles. They felt fine.

We circled again as I feigned more indecision. But this time I struck first.
The gutsy little blonde tried to trip me as I charged in, but it didn't work.
I grabbed Jen around her waist and drove her down.

At the last second, my nimble enemy almost escaped. I managed to trip her up.
She fell backwards. I landed face first between her legs, not quite eating
hair pie, but close enough for government work. That wasn't the worst of it.
Jen closed her chicken legs on my head and squeezed.

Lets just say her bony thighs felt like a nutcracker - and I was the nut. She
locked her ankles in a flash, threatening to pop my vertebrae or crack my jaw.
I didn't want to die, not in the Colt's basement, but that's what went through
my head. I panicked and got to my knees. Desperately, I tried to pull her
nutcracker thighs apart.

The female arched her back and maintained her death hold. I peered over pubic
mound down to her head. Jen's face was a mask of hate. She wanted to kill me.
I could tell. What I couldn't do was spread her legs. Not for a lack of
trying. My arms bulged but I couldn't budge her thighs, not even enough to pop
my head free.

I toppled over as my strength and willpower crumbled in the face of such
ferocious hate. I used to think policewoman Wolfe was some kind of affirmative
action joke. Now I pitied the poor thugs who fell into her custody.

Futilely, I flailed about, trying to save a rapidly sinking ship. My
resistance slowly faded as I stared at her pink pussy. A girl had defeated me.
Twice. It was no fluke.

Nancy walked over. "Tap out if you want to give up."

I didn't want to but the pain was unbearable. Jen looked like she could keep
this up all day. I tapped out.

Again, the blonde released me immediately, spreading her legs. I rolled over
as a waft of musky odor assaulted my nostrils. It would not be until later
that I found out Policewoman Wolfe got off on this kind of shit.

She rolled on top of me, pinning my arms victoriously. Jen bent down and
whispered in my ear. "Next time I catch you up to no good, and I will, watch
out. I like to do weird shit with my night stick." Then she kissed my cheek
and let me go.

I was stunned, first by the loss to a woman, then by her sadistic closing
comments. Nancy helped me on to my feet.

"That's one for the girls, zero for the boys." The hostess announced. I didn't
get the boys part. I was here by myself and it was getting pretty lonely.

"I'll go next." Said the stripper as if she was about to order food at a bad
restaurant.

One look at her well developed body and I had second thoughts. This was nuts.
I just lost to a woman 35 pound lighter than me. I didn't know Alex's exact
weight but I could tell she was a lot stronger than old chicken legs.
Everywhere, thighs, buns, biceps and, of course, chest the girl boasted big
muscles, bigger than mine.

I turned to Nancy. "OK, enough. I get it. You guys know judo. I don't want to
do this anymore."

She gave me that hurt look and took my hand. "Do it for me ... "

"Mrs. Colt, I ... "

The busty brunette, leaned over, pressed her hand against my cock and
whispered in my ear. "Do this for me and I'll do something for you when we're
done. I'm hornier than hell today."

My head started to spin. Did my midnight fuck fantasy just tell me she was
hornier than hell? I thought so and nodded. "Please hand me my water."

She did. "Good, boy." Nancy confirmed.

I took a gulp and sized up my foe. From the first fight I learned to take the
initiative and avoid the female's legs. Alex looked strong but bulky. I needed
speed and skill. Putting the water down, I stepped on to the mat. Nancy, the
unofficial referee, yelled go.

I faked left and went right, trying to get behind the very buxom lass. Alex
might have looked slow, but don't judge a book by its cover. She countered
fluidly using her new judo skills. The stripper hip tossed me. I went flying.

But I landed well and rolled gracefully to my feet. Courageously, I attacked
again. Alex stood her ground. I hit her stout, voluptuous body and came to
nearly a complete stop. Then she twisted, hooked my arm and flipped me. This
time she slammed me down hard, driving the little remaining air from my lungs.

"Hey, this shit really works." The buxom boyish girl said as she looked down
at me from atop her dominating breasts. Funny, they looked even bigger from
underneath.

As soon as my head stopped spinning I tried to stand, but Alex had other plans
for me. Flight plans, you could say. She grabbed my right arm.

"Hiyah!" the sexy stripper said. That was a word a guy never wants to hear
from a girl. Alex launched me. Her last two flips, she executed using my
momentum against. This she did all by herself, using my arm as a lead. I did
an involuntary summersault and landed at her feet.

Girl fighting was a bitch; I decided, best to go back to mowing yards. But I
was too deep in this to stop now. Running on fumes, I launched myself against
this female titan from a kneeling position

And hit a brick wall. Actually it was her thighs, groin and hips, but it felt
like a brick wall. I ended up hugging her muscular ass, while pressing my
cheek against her sex.

Alex peeled my hands from her boisterous posterior and tackled me. The pin
came milliseconds later as she overwhelmed my pitiful defense. We ended up in
a comical rendition of role reversed missionary sex. But this time I was the
pagan convert.

Sadly, I was too weak and exhausted to do much about it. Alex's pussy lay
heavily on my crotch. That was the first time I realized just aroused I was.
My dick was stiff. I could feel it and so could she. Nancy took about 20
seconds to give me a three count and award the fall to my stout foe.

"Is that a banana in your pocket or do you just like getting pinned by a
girl." The busty brunette teased, loudly, for the other females to hear.

Then it happened, the beginning of end and the start of something different.
Alex released me, knelt between my legs and stripped me. I desperately tried
to stop her, grabbing the shorts at mid thigh.

The busty stripper was already on her feet. She dragged me once around the
mats before I heard the dread sound or tearing nylon. I got the back half of
my shorts. Alex got the front. The big chested stripper had stripped me down
to my underwear.

I got to my feet, utterly humiliated. Covering the eight inch banana in my
tighty whities, I made an appeal to the other buxom brunette. "I quit!"

She shook her head. "To late for that, stud. The only way out for you is
wrestle. Now get in there for your second fall."

My midnight fuck fantasy actually pushed me hard back into the middle of the
mats. She would not allow me to leave her basement. It was the first time I
ever experienced Mrs. Colt's female power.

I spared a glance at the daughter. Her grin had turned almost feral. She
certainly wanted me now, but not in the way I had in mind. My true love
desired to dominate me, like she did in so many basketball games, but this
time in a direct, physical way. Her long, lovely body now looked like a lethal
weapon.

Desperately, I turned to the boyish yet busty stripper. She wore her breasts
like medals and her nipples now shown completely thru the white fabric. Many
people in the neighborhood said she was a lesbian because she never had a man
around. I don't know if that was true, but I got the feeling that the quiet,
reserved young woman simply didn't need men. She looked down at them all. We
were all disgusting perverts who leered at her in the strip club. This was
kind of fun for her though. A little payback for all those years stripping. I
could see in her eyes what she wanted to do. Would the girl have the balls to
do it?

She charged at me. I met the voluptuous vixen straight up, eager to engage her
in a test of strength with no judo flips to get in the way. My hope vanished
when we collided. I felt like I hit a brick shithouse.

Alex didn't just roll over me, but she immediate gained the upper hand. She
wrestled my arms under control, demonstrating her superior strength. My
initial apprehension had been spot on. She was clearly mightier than I.

So it came as little surprise when the boyish girl put her head down and drove
me across the mats. She had already demonstrated greater upper body strength.
Now the girl showed off her rampantly superior leg power. I barely slowed her
down.

Alex slammed me into a closet door, rattling my teeth. Like her blonde
predecessor, this buxom predator held nothing back. I was a male to be
destroyed and yes, be humiliated. I tried to break free but couldn't. It felt
like I was nailed to the wall. I tried to kick her but the girl moved in
close, rubbing me with female parts.

The other girls were loving this, cheering on their friend. It hit me. This
wasn't their first time dominating a young man. This event wasn't exactly
planned or scripted, but it was supposed to go like this. They chose me for a
reason, my size, my age and perhaps my sexual inexperience.

As my resistance went the way of the dinosaurs, Alex released my hands and
grabbed my neck with her left. We separated slightly as the struggle
continued. I tried to break her hold on my neck with both hands but she was
too strong. Meanwhile, her right hand went to my briefs.

The other women shouted. "Strip him! Strip him!"

"Please, Ms. Depuy, don't, I beg you." I whimpered. I know it sounded foolish
and pathetic, but I was terrified by this time. These women were sexually
abusing me and I was powerless to stop them.

Alex smiled. There was a hint of warmth in it. "Sorry, Mark, but a girl has to
do what a girl has to do. Everyone wants to see your cock. There's no shame in
it."

You could have fooled me as the busty stripper finished the job. She pulled my
briefs down extra slow, adding to the drama of the unveiling. My manhood
popped full and free. I always thought God had blessed me well. On my
undersized body, it looked like junior porn star. The college coeds I had
dated all gave me high marks.

So did the women in the basement. They hooted and hollered as I stood there
naked for their prurient pleasure.

"You ready to end this?" Alex asked almost politely. I nodded. If I'd known
what she had in mind, perhaps I wouldn't have.

The busty lass reached betwixt my legs lifted me bodily off the ground. She
smashed my balls in to her bulging biceps and rammed my penis into her super
firm tits. I howled into protest, stopped only by the body slam.

Ouch!! Mats or no, we're talking concussion time here. The girl had more
suffering in mind. She fell on my naked body, pinning me instantly. Then Alex
grapevined my legs, Her powerful python like thighs spread mine far than a
male's were meant to go. I screamed. In an odd way, that helped bring me back
to consciousness.

Again, Nancy seemed to take forever to count me out. Meanwhile, the pressure
on my penis mounted as Alex's grapevine intensified. It was trapped under her
sex near the tip. I begged her to let me go.

Finally, the three count came. "Score another win for the girls." Nancy
announced.

The busty stripper subjected me to a few more seconds of suffering as she gave
me a peck on the cheek, a bizarre tribute enacted by both my female
conquerors. Nancy and Alex helped me up this time. I could barely stand. My
legs felt like rubber.

"I don't think he can take anymore." Nancy commented.

"Oh, he better!" Krista shot back. "I want my chance."

"Let him sit down for a minute." The older Colt order. She and the stripper
lowered me on to the couch, giving me a nice shot of the 4 best boobs in the
neighborhood. I found it odd that I would have such lurid thoughts at a time
like that, but I guess boys will be boys.

"Get him his water." Nancy commanded. Alex fetched it and soon had a cool
drink.

The divorcee took my glass quickly. She looked down at my big fat cock. "You
can't go up against Krista with that."

I nodded and she poured the water over my nude body. A little on the head and
the rest in my crotch. It felt like an electric shock. My body clinched
tightly, but it was just what the doctor ordered, clearing my mind and
soothing my savage cock. I got to my feet.

"Where are my clothes?" I asked the busty hostess.

"Krista took them." She whispered in my ear. Our bodies touched in interesting
ways. Already the work of the cold shock was being undone. "You'll have to
fight her in the nude. Mark, this is your most important fight of the morning.
Don't worry about your last two matches. Krista is just a girl. You need to
take at least a fall from her to win her respect. You need that. She needs
that."

Nancy seemed to be able to say and do just the right things. I stepped back on
the mat believing I hold my own against a girl who was bigger and better than
me at almost everything. Plus, I was nude.

Krista opened up with an arrogant laugh. "What's up with that?" She said,
pointing at my manhood. "Is that what you call going off have cocked?"

I looked down to find my dick in a state of confusion. It was half hard, half
soft. It looked stupid but I was tired of being laughed at. So I put the old
head down and charged. My sudden attack caught her by surprise. Being tall
helps in most sports. Wrestling is not one of them. I grabbed her silky thigh
and took the girl down.

It hurt to find out the love of my life was a real bitch. Knocking her down
helped me get over that. I clamber on top of the scantily clad brunette, eager
for the quick pin. But Krista was fresh, able and strong. She rolled me almost
instantly. But I rolled with her and came out back on top. Somehow her hand
found my cock and gave it a quick squeeze. I yelped and the super model
escaped.

That drew giggles from Jen and Alex but an admonishment from her mom. Nancy
pulled her daughter off me and asked if I was OK. I stood.

Still holding my thing, I nodded. The battle started anew. This time Krista
tackled me. I could see it in her gorgeous brown eyes. She was mad that the
other women had wrestled better than her. Krista's arrogance was gone, replace
by anger and grim determination.

I managed to flop on to my stomach to save the quick pin but I was just
delaying the inevitable. She stuck her hand between my legs, wickedly raking
my manhood with her fingernails. I screamed and used my dwindling energy
reserves to try and escape with my manhood intact. Krista used her awesome
body to keep me down. Her hands met, completing the dreaded cradle hold. Soon
my bare ass was in the air and my shoulders pinned to the ground.

Not surprisingly, Nancy took her time counting me out. The women reveled in
their victory while I lay completely humiliated. For their own reasons, the
four females all had a bone to pick with men. Sadly, I was the bone.

Finally, I got the count and the dominant daughter released me. She stood up,
tall, proud and unbelievably gorgeous. I lay at her feet, defeated both
mentally and physically. I no longer saw men as the superior sex. These women
had taught me that much the opposite may be true. And my male body had
suffered greatly in loosing the five falls. It was battered, bruised and
exhausted.

I rose slowly, again aided by the voluptuous Nancy. When I stood, my fat cock
jutted out from my lean body like a lever. It wasn't fully erect yet. Rather,
my manhood looked swollen and tender. The buxom divorcee brushed it with her
hand when she leaned over to talk to me.

"Nice try, Mark, but I guess my daughter is just too good for you." The busty
brunette explained. Her words hurt as one could read a lot into them. "Give it
one more shot, then it will be my turn."

I nodded, not knowing whether I should be happy or sad. Just surviving long
enough to collect my 80 bucks was my goal now. I faced off against my true
love for the last fall.

And I guess my cock betrayed my true feelings for this shapely, sexy young
woman. It grew 2 more inches and stood up like a kid raising his hand in
school. Krista could treat me like dirt and I would still love her. That would
never change.

She knew it too. "I guess you're ready now. Too bad you'll never be man enough
to use that little thing between your legs on me." Krista gloated happily. The
slender babe put her hands up, indicating she wanted a test of strength.

Given the size of my male protrusion, the idea appealed to me. I certainly
didn't want to be rolling on the ground with a woody. Perhaps my well muscled
arms could succeed where the rest of my body failed. Wordlessly, we interlaced
our fingers, the female towering over my smaller body.

Of course, I had no chance what so ever in this contest. Krista was stronger
than I, from her diamond calves, to her sculpted ass and even her long slender
arms. Her height advantage added leverage to her sizable advantage. Add in my
general fatigue, and you had a rout in the making.

But Krista took it slow. The girl gave me a false hope, much like she had all
her life, before yanking the rug out from underneath me. I actually had her
pressed back before the elegant beauty turned the tables. She drove me to my
knees relentlessly and didn't stop there. Krista bent my wrists back at
painful angles, towering over me like a goddess.

I begged her to stop. Instead, she said. "Quit being such a pussy, Mark. And
you thought you were good enough to date me! What a loser. What a pathetic
loser. You're not good enough to lick my toes."

What could I do? I just stared up at the gorgeous yet terrible female looming
over me.

"Say it." She demanded.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm not good enough to lick your toes." The words came out slowly
due to the mental and physical anguish Krista inflicted.

"From now on, you will do whatever I tell you. Got it, boy toy."

"Yes, ma'am." I answered, eager to make an end of it. Had I had any idea what
the end would be, I wouldn't have been eager.

"Get on your hands an knees, loser." The girl ordered. I obeyed. It wasn't
hard as she already had me on my knees. Loser would become her affectionate
nickname for me.

She disappeared off into the laundry room for a few seconds. Nancy stood
behind me, but Jen and Alex were together straight in front of me. I looked up
at them and they down at me. Both were smiling ear to ear. That wasn't good,
not with mean bitches like these two.

Krista reappeared from the laundry room with a big brown belt. I knew my fate
now. The super model walked behind me and grabbed my stiff penis. She bent it
back at a painful angle. Then the spanking began.

My true love knew her trade. Her hand on my cock, gave the discipline a
distinct sexual edge. She also brought the pain with both the belt and her
hold on my manhood. Every whack caused sexual pain and perverse pleasure. One
could not understate the humiliation of the spanking. She had placed me in
perhaps the most degrading position possible while the neighbor ladies
watched. Krista's firm hand on my manhood provided a perfect symbol of female
domination.

I cried. I couldn't help it. The sorriest part was I almost climaxed too. My
whole life I had dreamed of this nubile beauty touching me intimately. When it
finally happened, I couldn't stop the chemistry.

Only Nancy saved me from the final humiliation. She stopped her daughter at 10
whacks. I'm not sure I would have survived 11, 12 would have been a disaster.

"OK, sweetheart, I think he's had enough." The busty brunette said. I could
not have agreed more.

"Aw, mom!" the daughter complained as if she didn't get an ice cream cone.

"Lets go. All of you, Mark's done for today. Same time tomorrow." Nancy
announced.

The women took their time, high fiving and congratulating themselves on their
accomplishments. I got up slowly, my legs shaking. The worst thing was my
manhood. It ached with unrepentant desire. And male juices streamed down the
sides. But I looked for my clothes nonetheless. I didn't even care about my
money anymore.

"Looks like I saved you just in time." Nancy said, her hands on her very sexy
hips.

"What? I don't know what you're talking about." I said, trying to play it
cool. With 8 inches of man meat between my legs, that proved impossible.

The buxom brunette grabbed my cock like she owned it. "This silly."

Nancy rubbed my hot spot with her thumb. That caused an immediate sexual
reaction. The last thing Jen, Alex, and my beloved Krista saw of me that
morning was my virile body jerking around as I shot a load high into the air.
It seemed like a fitting end to my first femdom session.

But it wasn't over. Nancy milked me good, until the other women left. I stood
alone with her in the basement, her hand on my now soft manhood.

"Well, Mark, I will give you a choice. You can have the 60 dollars I
promised." She explained.

"60. Shouldn't it be 80?" I asked.

"Do you want to wrestle me?" the brunette asked arrogantly. "I'm stronger than
Alex, as skillful as Jen and more dominant than my daughter. The things that I
could do to a boy like you ... "

"60 is good." I replied, shaking.

The busty brunette smiled down at me. "I thought so. You can have your money
or you can take what's behind door number 2."

"What's that?" I asked naively.

"Me, stupid." She said, raising her left arm. Her right hand stayed on my
cock. The message was clear. Nancy was calling the shots.

But I'd had more than enough this morning. "I'll just take the money."

Nancy leaned in close. She released my manhood, grabbed my ass and hugged me.
"Are you sure?"

Had the busty brunette not forced me to climax just a couple of minutes
previously, this would have been a done deal. As it was, I felt a bit drained
and tried to stick to my guns. "Really, Mrs. Colt, I'm don't think I can take
much ... "

"I've seen how you look at me." She purred, holding me in her strong arms. Her
body was warm yet hard. Somehow, her Nancy's big boobs and come hither eyes
seemed to be re-energizing me. My breathing became irregular and deep.

The divorcee paused for effect, then continued. "I'll bet you fantasize about
me, don't you."

Shocked by the truth, I nodded.

"Alone at night, I'm all you have, right Mark?" the buxom brunette alleged,
hitting the nail on the head.

More nodding.

"Lets do it for real." she said, kissing my hot lips. I virtually melted into
her arms.

The stronger female actually carried my boyish body over to the nearby couch.
"Get on your knees." Nancy ordered.

I obeyed her, anxious to see what would happen next. She didn't disappoint.
The buxom brunette reached back and unzipped her leotard. It fell away,
leaving her splendidly nude. Nancy looked even better in real life than my
midnight fuck fantasies. She was stronger, more buff. Her tanned muscles
rippled with feminine strength. Her breasts loomed over me like little
mountains. Her dark pussy defied description. Nancy was awesome. My cock
twittered, trying to make ready for this female force of nature.

Instead, she sat down on the couch, spread her long sensual legs, and brought
my head to her juicy sex. I jumped in, eager to please her with my tongue. It
was my first time servicing a woman. Nancy took the time and effort to
instruct and teach. She made a man out of me as I knelt obediently in front of
her.

The busty brunette finished the job by pushing me over backward. She leapt on
me like a female panther, impaling herself on my now hard spear. We made love
on the mats, with the woman triumphantly on top. It wasn't my first time
having sex. I had nailed a half dozen coeds in college. That amounted to
little more than drunken fornicating. This was sex the way it was meant to be:
slow, sweet, featuring the female and her buff, buxom body.

It lasted another half hour before I came. Nancy had 3 or 4 big events and
seemed basically satisfied with my performance. She left me in the basement,
nude and sweaty. Sneaking back to my house in my birthday suit was a thrill
I'd rather forget.

I spent the rest of the summer hoping for another session with my midnight
fuck fantasy woman. It didn't happen. I went back to mowing her lawn and
trimming her hedges, though the femdom was far from over. My fantasies changed
dramatically. Mrs. Colt practically raped me each time. Within a year, each of
the women came back for more illicit pleasures. But those are stories unto
themselves.