He wondered what her weird vanity plate meant. She showed him.
Jared pulled out into traffic behind a sharp looking Lincoln Navigator, big and bold, hunter green, a hot looking blonde behind the wheel. He noticed things like hot blondes, he had a thing for them. And redheads, brunettes, you name them, Jared loved them all, and the good-looking 30-year-old salesman had his share.
He pulled alongside her at a light, eyeballing her, her sharp blue eyes drinking him in, her lips curled into a smile as she scooted away. He smiled and pulled up behind her, and it was then he noticed her vanity plate: SCSSRS
“Scissors,” he said to himself. “Hmmm, must be a hairdresser.”
Not far down the road, she pulled the Navigator into a farm stand parking lot that was closed for the day, wheeling in amid a cloud of dust and pulling up at the far side of the lot. He roared in next to her, eyeing her appreciatively when she got out of her car. She was gorgeous, long blonde hair spilling over amazingly wide shoulders, a tight white tank top hugging her chiseled torso, and a pair of killer cut-off jeans on the most muscular legs he’d ever seen on a woman, thick thighs bulging from the snug leg holes of her cut offs tapering to sexy knees and billowing out into thick fists of muscle that were her calves, snaking down again toward a pair of sandals. She smiled as she leaned against her car, arms folded against her rugged chest, thick pecs peeking out from her skimpy top and those arms tanned and powerful holding up a huge pair of rock hard tits.
“You following me, mister?” she laughed as Jared walked up to her, ever cocksure of himself and smiling.
“Yeah, I am, figured I’d at least get your name, maybe your number and hell, maybe a date for this weekend,” he said confidently.
“Pretty sure of yourself aren’t you?”
“Damn sure,” he said, a big smile on his handsome face.
He couldn’t get over the size of her, she was 6 feet if she were an inch and weighing a good 150 or so, he figured. She towered over his 5-6 and was way bigger than his 140, but he liked big, strong women.
“So,” he said, looking down at the license plate hidden by her enormous legs as she leaned against the front of the car, “SCSSRS huh? You must be a hairdresser, right?”
“Wrong,” she smiled.
“Then what’s SCSSRS mean, stands for scissors doesn’t it?” he asked as she nodded in assent. “So what’s the reason for SCSSRS?”
“You’re looking at them,” she said, a hint of dominance in her voice.
Jared was staring hard at her legs when she said that, and her tone caused him to look up into her bright blue eyes, a big smile on her gorgeous face.
“Scuse me?” he asked, confused. “I, uh, I was looking at your legs, they’re, um, they’re really something…”
“Not so sure of yourself now, are ya?” she laughed, slipping up on the hood of the car, her huge thighs splaying bigger as they flattened out, her calves wide and flaring away from her shinbones. “S’matter, never seen legs like these before?”
He shook his head, blushing. Very few women could make him do that.
“What’s your name, cowboy?” she laughed, and after he told her, said “mine’s Devon. And I’m not a hairdresser.”
“Then what’s with SCSSRS?” he asked.
“My legs,” she growled. “I use ‘em like scissors! I wrap these babies around men’s heads and bodies and squeeze ‘em until they submit. And they pay me for it! I’m a session wrestler, I beat up guys for money, mostly with my legs. I got a rep for having a wicked scissor hold, so I got the plates. And the car, I might add, session money is good.”
He shook his head. He’d heard about girls like this, but never knew any.
“Jesus Christ, guys pay to let you beat them up?” he said.
“No,” she growled. “They pay and I beat them up. Them LETTING me has nothing to do with it. They fight back, I STILL beat them up!”
“Bullshit,” he said defiantly.
“No shit,” she barked, reaching out with her feet and hooking them around his waist to pull him toward her where she slammed her huge thighs around his ribs. “You I’ll scissor for FREE!!!”
He screamed in agony as Devon’s rocky thighs blasted into his sides, bending his ribs, her long, crossed calves cupped against his ass, pulling him more deeply toward her. He felt her thick interior thighs knife like thick cords against his sides, his ribs bending under the pressure as she leaned back on the car on her hands, glaring at him, her long blonde hair cascading around her dominant face.
“Believe me now, Jared?” she hissed at him, pulsating her amazing thighs harder against his sides, feeling the bones beneath then yield further, bending to nearly the breaking point. “Some guys pay to have me bust their ribs, you want a couple busted ribs, Jared? On the house?”
“No….” he hissed, amazed at how easily she held him to her, his hands pulling and pushing vainly at the crushing thighs laced around his sides. “Please…stop….”
“Think it’s bullshit, Jared?” she barked into his face, sitting up to wrap her big arms around the back of his head and pull his moaning face into the thick muscled clamp of her pectoral muscles that lay in striated mounds above her tiny halter. “DO YA!”
“No…” he groaned, his cries muffled now in her thick tit meat as she squeezed with savage scissoring jolts.
He submitted over and over and just before his ribs caved in all together, she let go, the pain doubling as his bending ribs snapped back into place. She loosened her legs enough to push him down, her hands atop his head, and slamming his face into the crotch of her tiny cutoffs, her gigantic thighs blasting off his ears as she locked up tight, doing to his skull what she’d just done to his ribs.
“This is a facescissors, Jared, just so you’ll know, it’s a favorite of my squeeze toys!” she growled, leaning back and thundering her humungous thighs against his face as his eyes teared up in her grip. “Feel the adductors crush into you? Feel like your jaw is gonna pop?”
It did, as her tireless inner thighs blasted against the sides of his face making his jawbones feel like they’d unhinge at first and then explode. His teeth ground together and he heard his scream come out in a long, muffled moan, what he could hear with his ears packed solid with her undulating thigh meat. He swore he could feel the plates of his skull grind against each other and did feel his hair being mashed against his cranium, every sound amplified in the squishy dampness of her now sweaty thighs as the sun set behind them.
“One more freebie, Jared, and if you want more, you gotta pay!” she laughed, letting go to let him limply kneel before her hood as she spun around and spread her legs, laying on her belly. “The reverse! EVERYONE’S favorite scissors!”
She slammed her amazing thighs shut on his ears as she lay forward on the hood of her car and through watery eyes he saw her insanely muscular ass bubble and swell out of the fabric of her tiny shorts, which now had ridden up between her football-hard glutes. She slammed her legs on his skull over and over, leaving her ankles locked and opening her thighs a bit before blasting them back together, the splash of muscled meat on his skull nearly imploding his eardrums. He heard himself scream over and over until Devon finally just locked up solid, back arched, hands on her hood and leaning up, her sculpted buttocks exploding in his face, her rock-ribbed thighs swelling to gigantic proportions alongside his scissored skull. He felt himself about to pass out as her meaty quads rifled into the sides of his neck, and he tapped her thighs madly in submission. She finally took heed and let go to stand beside him as he panted on his knees before her, her massive thighs pumped up and sweating from the exertion of scissoring him blind for the last several minutes.
“Now you know what this means!” Devon laughed, bending to grab Jared’s hair and twist his face to face the license plate. “SCSSRS means PAIN!!!”
She laughed and strode to her car, her thick calves rippling as she walked, two red marks on the insides of her gigantic thighs from his head. She got in, started it up and backed away, pulling up alongside him as he struggled to his feet.
“Be careful when you go up to strange women with strange vanity plates from now on, Jared,” she hissed, lifting one huge leg into view and slapping it with her hand. “Ya just never know!”
She raced away and he struggled to return to his car, ribs throbbing and head pounding, focusing on the SCSSRS plate as her car blasted off down the road.
The End
