PAULA
VINCENT
By Beth
Ann
Paula was at her tellers cage.
Wednesdays were always slow at the bank and it was at times like these she was inclined to
fantasize or think some problem through. Today the fantasy and a couple of problems kept
overlapping as she struggled to think her way out of her present situation. Her
relationship with Jeff had to take a new direction---sexually at any rate. Not that the
sex was bad, they were both inventive and could always play a strip game, poker or chess
or forfeits, if their libidos were waning. A game of forfeits always got things going! But
she did so want to be able to take the dominant stance once in a while. She was sure
Jeff’s objections hid some murky secret. If she could only physically overpower him
like Jenny.
Her other
problem was their neighbor Dave Armstrong. She still owed him five hundred bucks for
arranging to have Jenny overpower Jeff and leave him wasted thus allowing her to have her
way. She didn’t particularly care for Dave but he had provided a means to an end and
now she owed him. Dave had hinted that four sessions of wrestling or muscle worship would
set them square. This idea both revolted her and intrigued her, she thought Dave to be a
little sleazy and while he was quite slim, wrestling him didn’t seem possible. But
here was a guy who wanted
to be dominated! She chuckled too at the idea of a
session of muscle worship, she was five--four, a hundred and twenty-five
pounds, so a muscle, any muscle, was hard to find. The problem was like a mobius, around
and around, in and out with no end. Jenny appeared to be the key player, she would give
her a call.
Jenny was
laughing so hard the tears were running. Even though it was at her expense Paula could see
the humor. Just the thought of her trying to wrestle Jeff or Dave----. But Jenny had been
witness to Paula’s dominant nature.
Paula was a
size six with excellent proportions, thirty-four, twenty-six, thirty-six. Her arm muscles
measured eleven, her calves measured twelve and her thighs measured eighteen. Paula
wrapped the tape around Jenny’s sixteen-inch biceps. Only two inches smaller than her
thigh! (And probably more powerful!) Jenny
let her test some scissor holds and was surprised when Paula was able to take her breath
away!
“Wow!
Good legs girl!” Jenny puffed. “Solid too, men like that. The problem will be
with the arms.”
“Pretty
puny eh?”
“Well,
the thing is, men just love to twist your arms till they feel like they’re ready to
fall off. But, you’ll be surprised to know that the average man doesn’t have
that strong of arms. It’s kind of a relativity thing. All you need is enough arm
strength to shock them early in the match and hold your own till you can move in with your
legs. Then a few scissor holds and a couple of pins and he’s finished.”
Now Paula was
not a stranger to exercise. From an early age her diminutive height had dictated that she
would have to wear heels. She understood the long-term effect this would have on her legs
and spine and had set up her own program of toe raises on a high board to give her calf
muscles a good stretch and a variety of crunches for her abdominals and back. She was not
interested in going to the gym or working out with weights so Jenny showed her how to do
dips, push-ups, chins and reverse chins and wrote out a progressive program. After that
they went back to the mats and Jenny showed her half a dozen holds. Paula took notes and
made little stick man sketches to help her visualize. Jenny told her to come back in four
weeks and they would review her progress.
Paula felt
good and was right on schedule. She could now do three sets each of ten push-ups, six full
dips, four chins and six reverse chins. All this in addition to her normal routine. She
flexed her arm.
“Look! I have a muscle!” Jenny tested
just for fun and was surprised to find a hard knot of muscle.
“Hey,
that’s super.” Jenny wrote out the next month’s program and they reviewed
the holds. Paula had set time aside every day to envision the moves and had physically
gone through the motions sans opponent. But she had them down pat, even the most
complicated, the cobra arm bar.
“I think
you’re ready for your fist match.” Jenny stated.
“You’re
joking.”
“Oh no,
you are ready girl! Want me to set it up?”
“Hello?”
“Hello,
Dave?”
“Oh hi,
Jenny?”
“Yeah,
I’m here with Paula and she’s telling me she owes you four sessions.”
“That’s
right, we had this arrangement.”
“Yes, I
know, but you know she’s not a bodybuilder and she’s not very big so she has a
pay-back schedule she wants to propose.”
“Okay, as
long as she doesn’t want to welch-out I’m listening.”
“No, she
doesn’t want to welch, she wants to get together once a month and she’s ready
anytime you are for the first session. She wants to practice some holds and she’d
like to get you into the holds and have you try to break free.”
“Yeah,
that sounds okay.”
“For the
second session half and half. Half the time testing holds and half the time wrestling.
Then the third session will be all wrestling.”
“Yes
that’s good, what about the fourth?”
“She’ll
leave that up to you. Wrestling, muscle worship, some of each. Your choice.”
“Okay,
neat!”
“Is that
proposal acceptable?”
“Yes,
very acceptable.”
“When do
you want to get started?”
“Is
tomorrow morning too soon?”
Paula easily
convinced Jeff that she had a touch of the flu and felt like shit and needed to stay in
bed. If she felt better by noon she would get into work. She gave him a fifteen-minute
head start then slipped on some blue jean shorts and a stretchy tankini top. The top was
multi-colored and had like a flowery pattern and she applied several daubs of perfume. She
wanted Dave to understand he was wrestling a woman. Dave’s
house was right next door and she phoned to let him know she was on her way. From back
door to back door was not more than twelve . He was holding the door open
for her so if anyone saw anything it would just be an unrecognizable blur. The last thing
he ever expected was to see Paula come through his door and in a wrestling mode!
The short shorts were familiar and he remembered getting a real good letch on not too long
ago watching her cute legs and her first rate ass as she stood on tippy-toe trimming the
hedge. Paula was pleased to find his house neat and tidy but quickly understood
Dave’s priority. He had no dining room furniture, instead, two full size gym mats
just about covered the whole area.
“Hi.”
He said. “Welcome to my humble-----.”
“Hi.”
”Would you like a coffee or anything?”
“No
thanks, maybe another day, I’d like to get started.”
“Jenny
tells me you want to test some holds.”
“Yeah, is
that okay? I was hoping to use you for my “punching bag”.” She chuckled
nervously.
“Sure.
You guys working out together?”
“Oh no. I
just went to her for some advice and she’s showing me some moves.”
“Neat,
-----well?”
She led the
way onto the mats. She was still apprehensive. Dave was wearing a pair of gray biker
shorts. Tight! So tight that she could plainly see the outline of his balls and the fact
that he had a good size erection! He was very co-operative and she soon relaxed, realizing
he had no intention of attacking her. She worked away at him, the six holds with their
variations, and was even able to make him submit to her scissors several times. A couple
of times he offered suggestions and showed her the best way to bend a wrist. The knowledge
that she was able to make him submit and able to maintain a tight pin that he
couldn’t break was appealing to her dominant spirit and her body shivered with
delight. As the hour came to a close she was on her back underneath him. His knees were
astride her hips but she had his head pulled down in a reverse headlock. He set his hands
into the mat but before he could push off she pressed her thigh into his crotch stopping
him cold. Earlier on, his hands had been busy testing and feeling-up her thighs,
let’s see how he likes the fell of this! She knew she was bringing him on but he was
powerless to stop her and she was enjoying the sense of control. Anyways, better this way
than to have him jerking off behind her back! She gripped his head as tight as she could
and pressed her thigh more firmly into his groin.
“Give?
Surrender?” she asked. He groaned in despair and she felt him !
As deep as he was in ecstasy she was as ecstatic, his surrender overwhelming her. She
released him and slid out from under. He was still on all fours so she went onto all fours
facing him.
“So, does
this mean I win?” she bantered.
“Definitely.”
His loins were still heaving. “Oh yes. You definitely win.”
She realized
then that there were two facets to wrestling. The physical, as per Jenny, and the erotic.
Suddenly she was thinking ‘I can do this’! She made her exit while he was still
on his hands and knees. She figured he was too embarrassed to reveal the stain on his
shorts.
It
was seventeen weeks since Paula had first contacted Jenny. Her forth and final match with
Dave was Friday morning, the day after tomorrow. She was almost ready. She could do
twenty-five push-ups, chin herself smoothly ten times, do twelve reverse chins and twelve
deep dips, all for three sets. Her biceps/triceps combo was fairly impressive for her
size, it had thickened up nicely and was hard as a rock and stretched the tape to over
twelve inches. Her second and third match-ups had gone remarkably well, Jenny had shown
her some complex moves and Dave co-operated by letting her play them out. This night they
were working on ‘muscle worship’. Jenny was urging her to relax but she was
still very self-conscious. Even just posing for Jenny. Imagine her state posing for Dave
and she just knew he would want a feel.
“But
that’s the best part.” Jenny tried to explain. “He’ll get himself all
worked up and flustered and the moves won’t come for him, he’ll have other
things on his mind. You’ll take him easily.”
“Ohhhhh,
I’m not sure about this.” Paula whimpered.
“Okay,
then try this, try to imagine how superior you are, all you have to do is flex your
muscles and he is cowed. Ten minutes of testing your muscles and you won’t even have
to wrestle. You can ask for his submission right then. Think about how that will
soothe your dominant nerve!”
Paula’s excuse this Friday
morning was legit, they had agreed that she would take the car in for service. What Jeff
didn’t know was that she was going to take a cab home, nip over to Dave’s for an
hour then take a cab back to pick up the car. She would probably make it back to the shop
before the car was even ready. In any case she would show up at work by noon at the
latest.
Jenny had insisted that she buy a
thong bikini but Paula was not nearly ready for that. She compromised by picking out a
monkini with an almost thong bottom. There was a small but ample triangle of material in
the front and a much smaller triangle in the back. The
triangles were joined by a half-inch wide strap that ran under her crotch and half way up
her ass. The top was a halter style that fitted snugly over her breasts and connected with
the briefs part at the waist. The high waist band increase the length of her legs and the
taut fabric seemed to enhance the size of her nipples, certainly revealing enough. After
all, they were supposed to be wrestling. She pulled her blue jean shorts overtop and
dashed next door.
Right away she noticed that Dave was
flush with anticipation. He was wearing Speedo type swim trunks and she was sure he was
wearing briefs underneath to help disguise his excitement. No matter, she could still
plainly see the length and breadth of his erection and the bulge of his balls. She strode
smugly to the middle of the mats pulled herself up to her full height and did a
three-sixty. Then she stood with her astride, hands on hips. When
Dave moved onto the mats she slowly raised her right arm and flexed. Then, just as slowly
she raised her left arm moving into a double biceps pose. She held this for long enough to
gauge Dave’s reaction. She was astonished, his eyes were glued to her arm muscles!
She dropped her arms quickly forcing Dave to make eye contact. She then rotated her heel
and balanced on her toe and slowly flexed her calf muscle and watched as his eyes moved
downwards. She realized that Jenny was right, ten minutes of muscle worship----. She
turned her back to him and did the same routine, right arm, left arm, calf, giving him a
preview of her back. She was enjoying this all of a sudden but it was time to move on. She
spun back to face him and went into a crouch.
“Okay Dave, are you ready to be
wasted?” He grunted a response and met her crouch. As expected he went for her arms
and she was successful in fending him off. She knew she was not strong enough to survive a
sustained attack on her arms. He forced her down and was moving in for a pin but she was
able to get a leg up between them and block him with a knee in his chest. He broke away
and moved to get to his and she swept her leg under
him and he went back down. Her turn, she scrambled over top and tried to pin him. Almost,
but he rolled her off and they rolled around for a while, each looking for the advantage.
This time she broke away and quickly got behind him, jumped onto his back and locked him
in a full nelson. He struggled vainly and left himself open to letting her wrap her legs
around his ribs. He had been here before in practice sessions and while she was small he
knew about her legs, she had made him submit more than once. She had him effectively
wrapped up and she applied pressure, just a matter of time. She worked him over slowly,
wearing him down.
“Aaahhh Paula, enough, I
quit.” She relented and released him. At least she had gotten in the first licks with
a good scissor hold. His ribs would ache and every breath would be shallow and painful.
She backed into the nearest corner, he
was still getting to his , and slowly slipped off her
shorts. He grinned but his eyes widened as he took in the length of her legs. She leaned
back against the wall for support and went up onto her toes, her neat calves flexed up
into nice high peaks.
“Oh my god.” He said.
“Are they okay legs Dave?”
she quizzed.
“Oh god Paula, they are beautiful
legs.”
“Uh huh, and strong too.”
She moved in quickly, before he could get to his , swung one leg over his back,
and settled into a tight head scissors. She pulled on his chin till the back of his head
was tight against her crotch then squeezed tightly. “Isn’t that right?”
“Nnnnn---.”
“Dave---?”
“Nnnnn---.”
“Strong----?”
“Nnnn---oh jesus---yes.” He
was like a dead weight but she twisted him around until his face was in her crotch. All
the while he was pawing at her thighs. She knew it wasn’t an effort to get free but
to cop a feel. Again she applied pressure that she kept up till he was close to passing
out.
“NNNNNN---.”
“Really strong----?”
“Paula---shit---you’re---crus---.”
“Really strong---?”
“Yes---oh shit---yes---really
strong---!”
“Had enough? ---do you give?”
“Yes---yes---I give.” She
released him and got to her . He rolled onto his side like
in a fetal position. “Ooohhh my head---.” She gave him a little boot on his rear
and urged him to his .
“C’mon Dave, don’tcha
wan’na rassle anymore?”
They squared off when he gained his
and she quickly stepped in, grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm back. He circled trying
to take the pressure off. She added a twist to the wrist and the pain soon became
unbearable forcing him to his knees. Once he was down she gave another hard twist just for
good measure while she settled into place beside him and trapped his arm between her legs.
One leg came over his arm, the tucked under his chin, the other
leg came in from the bottom and over his back. She really didn’t have to maintain the
grip on his wrist, her leverage was so potent she could break his arm just by stretching
out with her legs. She adjusted the hold on his wrist so she could hang on with just one
hand leaving her with a free hand.
“Well Dave, what happened?
I’m only five--four.” Her free hand went
into his crotch and pulled the material aside letting his testicles fall free. “You
should be able to take me easily.” She kneaded him gently. “Or did you have
something else on your mind? Couldn’t concentrate?” She laughed.
“Oh Paula---don’t.” She
tugged at the waistband and pulled it down just far enough to reveal the head of his
penis.
“Are you going to stop me?”
Then she tickled it.
“Ohhhh------.” He was
powerless to stop her.
“No? You can’t stop me? Am I
too strong for you?” She laughed again, chiding his inability to get free.
“Aaaagggg---!” He tried to
push himself up but a simple twist of the wrist sent him back down quickly.
“Owwww---.”
“Don’t even think about
it.” She warned.
“Aaaagggg---okay---okay---.”
“So, are we square now? My debt
discharged?” She seized his balls once more and squeezed firmly making rivers of pain
run through his loins.
“Aaaaaa---yes.” He agreed.
“We’re all square. Aaaaaaa your debt is paid in full.” She started to
unravel the hold, leaned close to his head and whispered into his ear:
“David----you are such a
wimp.” She pushed him away with her so she could take center stage on
the mats and stood akimbo. As he got to his he was about to adjust his
trunks.
“Don’t touch that.” She
ordered. “And come over here.” He did as he was told and stood in front of her
to where she pointed. She brought her arms up again into a double biceps pose and watched
the confusion in his eyes.
“You may touch.” She
offered. He spanned her muscles, thumb and forefinger, and she allowed him to have a good
feel of her rock hard biceps. His hands wandered over her shoulders and biceps then under
to test her triceps then he wrapped his hands completely around as far as they would
reach. His eyes glazed like he was in a trance.
“Well David, any comment?”
After all her apprehension she was enjoying this immensely. He was right on the edge, he
was drooling pre- down the front of his
trunks.
“Hard---.” Was all he could
think of.
“What’s your favorite
muscle?” He looked away. “Don’t be shy. The calf? The thigh? The ass? Want
to feel the muscles in my ass?”
“Ohhh Paula---.”
“Down.” She said this very
softly but he complied instantly and dropped to his knees. She moved one
forward between his legs just grazing his balls and pointed her toe. “Yes, you may
touch.” Both hands encircled her calf muscle. His sexual tension thrummed through the
room.
“Hard---.” He said, she
laughed and dropped her just grazing his balls again and
tensed her thigh. His hands moved upwards almost like a caress. “Solid---.” His
hands moved up over her hips and as they moved behind towards her bare ass she took hold
of two handfuls of hair and forced his head back compelling him to make eye contact.
“No more one word comments. Tell
me about my ass.”
“Nice---tight---trim---beautiful---.”
“That’s four one word
comments.” She laughed at his distress.
“Ohhh---Paula---.” He tried
to look away but she held him in place.
“Look at me.” She commanded.
“What do you want?”
“Paula----do you think we can
wrestle again?” What the hell was this about? She couldn’t believe it!
“Mmm---.” Think quick,
you’re supposed to be in control! His hands were still roving over her ass and she
flexed her glutes for him.
“You
mean you want a rematch, do you really think you’ll do better?”
“Oh yes,
I’ll do better, I promise.” She laughed and shook her head.
“You
haven’t got it in you to do better. You haven’t got the balls!”
To emphasize
her point she moved her into his groin and gently knocked
on his balls left and right, back and forth. His eyes glazed over
.
“But to answer your question,
yes, we can wrestle again.”
“I’ll pay anything.” He
pleaded. “Do anything. Just name it.” She knew what he meant by “Do
anything” but that could wait for another day. She thought about the five hundred
dollars he had paid Jenny, she wasn’t in that class but all the
same---.
“Okay, for wrestling: three
hundred, muscle worship: a hundred more, release: another hundred. Is that okay?”
“Different, but yes, that would
be good, very fair.” Time was running out, she had to finish this off. “How much
for two hours?” She really laughed at this.
“You couldn’t go two hours.
I could finish you off in fifteen minutes.” She bragged.
“How much?” He persisted.
She was enjoying this so much she was thinking she should do it for free.
“Additional hours are half price.
How that.”
“That’s super! Wonderful!” She let go of his hair, placed a into
the center of his chest and shoved. Instead of going backwards like she wanted he went off
to one side ending on all fours. She pursued him, put her
against his hip and pushed him sideways. Now he was on his back.
“Stay.” She commanded, like
he was a dog. She circled him twice, she was wishing she had brought some heels, then came
to stand at his looking down at him. She
placed one
between his ankles and moved it from side to side making him spread his legs wider and
wider. Her first thought had been to give him a good kick but that wouldn’t be fair
and could cause some permanent damage, but she did want to leave him un-released and
aching for a couple of days. She chuckled to herself, or maybe a week. Looking up the
length of him she got an idea. His balls didn’t touch the floor so she found two
thick books and slid them underneath. His cock was still trapped under the waistband of
his trunks, so that was out of the way. Then she stood astride his thigh, one
between his legs.
“Oooooo----nooooo.” He was
moaning already. She raised one and worked her toes into his sac
so his balls were under the balls of her . Then she eased down firmly.
“Oooooo----.” His head rolling from side to side. “Aaaaaaa----“
“David---.” He looked up at
her.
“Aaaaaa---.” She very slowly
went into a double biceps pose and held it while she worked her into
his nuts. “Ooooo—Paula----mmmmmm---.” She saw his cock spasm and his loins
contract. He was going to any second. She twisted her back
and forth a couple more time then in one swift move she pressed down really hard then
stepped back quickly.
“Owwwwwwwww------.” His
shoulders came up off the mat with his knees as he was doubled in pain.
“Oh---oh---oh—ohhhhh-----.” He rolled onto his side into a fetal position.
“Ohhhh-----ohhhh----you rotten little bitch---.” She picked up her shorts and
headed for the door.
“Give me a call when your ready
for that re-match.”
“Ohhhhh-------.”
She made her exit with a little chuckle, leaving him moaning on the mats.