Her Toy: Boy-Toy Story

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Her Toy


I first met Patricia on the dance floor of a local club. I was alone, and
looking for 'action' - I got a lot more than I expected. I was dancing by
myself, roaming the floor, dancing with anyone who would make eye contact. I
turned and found myself facing a woman who was perhaps 4 inches shorter than
my own 6'2". Her hair was long and wavy, light brown, and her her face was
pretty, with eyes that caught and held mine. Her body really got my
attention. She had breasts that must have been 44", held tight in a sports
bra that left the rest of her upper body bare on the hot floor. Her stomach
was softly rounded and her arms and shoulders looked thick. I've developed
an eye for women's muscles, and she looked like she had some! Her legs were
also revealed by cut-off shorts. They were big and shapely, with thighs that
flexed as she danced.

I've always loved big, strong women, so I turned up the energy and we
danced together for a couple of tunes. When the set ended I was pretty well
out of breath, and I asked to join me for a drink.

We found a booth in the back and I sat down to catch my breath. Patty
didn't look winded at all, and when the waitress came around she ordered us
a pitcher of beer. Then she sat right next to me on the bench. We chatted,
becoming aqauinted, and drinking together. Patty told me that she was into
music, and it came out that she was a rock-n-roll drummer. She told me that
she worked out often, to stay strong enough to 'hold her own with the guys'.
I'm afraid that I smiled at her condescendingly, and chuckled, "Yeah,
right..."

Now, I'm no sexist, and I know that women can be damned strong. But at that
time I had never met a woman who was really stronger than me. I guess I just
had the ordinary assumption that I would be at least a little stronger than
any woman I met. Patricia just looked right into my eyes, and smiled back at
me with full, sexy lips. She sat up straight and took a deep breath, making
her big chest stand boldly. She said, "What do you mean? Don't you think a
woman can be as strong as a man?" Then she put her right hand over my left
wrist, where it lay on the table. Her hand was large a slender, with long,
painted nails; it was veiny and hard-looking. She stroked my arm gently,
then gripped my wrist hard, digging her fingers into my flesh - her grasp
was really hard! I laughed lightly and didn't respond. She continued to
squeeze, Harder, hard enough that my surprise began to show. "Pretty good,
huh?" she smiled, and flexed her fingers. The muscles in her forearm rippled
visibly, and she squeezed even harder, hard enough to hurt. I winced, and
she smiled wide, and said, "Now say uncle."

This sexy woman was bruising my arm! I grabbed her hand with my free hand
and tried to pry it loose. I couldn't budge it, and Patty was squeezing and
grinding my wrist painfully. I swallowed my pride over this little game and
said "uncle..." She stopped squeezing, but kept her hand clamped on my
wrist. "Now," she said," let's see if you can get your arm off the table."

Now I was kind of irritated, and I tried to just pull my arm away from her.
I was amazed to find that her hand held firm, like a steel band on my wrist.
I pulled harder, making a real effort, but I only managed to shift her hand
a little. Again the pressure on my arm began to hurt, and I stopped. I was
trapped! Patty looked at me, and I was surprised to see lust in her eyes,
and her nipples poking through her top.

"So it seems we have one of those situations right here, don't we?" she
said. She released my wrist and moved even closer to me, pushing me into the
corner of the booth. "That sort of proves that I'm stronger than you,
doesn't it? so, a woman can  certainly be stronger than a man, since,..."
she pressed her chest against me, "I'm surely a woman and..." she reached
between my legs to grasp my balls, "you are surely a man."

I was speechless. Patty was stroking my crotch, and my cock was swelling
under her hand, tight in my jeans. I was torn between lust a a certain
amount of fear. Now she was snaking an arm around my neck, saying, "Don't
worry baby, I won't hurt you if you play along." She chuckled a little, but
I couldn't tell whether she was joking. "don't you think my lips look good?"
she asked, pressing her face close to mine. She kissed mehard, pushing her
tongue into my mouth.

I was now utterly hard, and she squeezed my cock sensuously, and then put
both arms around my neck. I put my arms around her in turn, and pulled her
to me. I forgot my nervousness as we made out in the booth. I ran my hands
over patty's lush body. She made no objection as I cupped her big, round
breasts and squeezed, ran my hands over her legs and back. Her legs were
like tree-trunks and her arms were thick and hard with muscle, as they
locked around my neck. I pulled back and squeezed her arms again. She
flexed, and I felt her muscles ripple, then get hard as rock. "Wow," I
exclaimed, "you really are strong, aren't you!"

She grinned, then grabbed a handful of my hair  and pulled my head toward
her. With her lips almost touching mine she said, "That's right, I'm very,
very strong. In fact, I'm sure that I'm much stronger than you - don't you
agree?" Again I was speechless, and I blushed red with embarrassment. She
kissed me hard again, then asked whether I wanted to get out of there. I
doubt that I could have resisted even if I weren't entranced with lust. We
rose to go, and Patricia held my arm tight in her two hands as we wove
through the bar and out into the summer night.


We walked a whle, and she seemed to have put aside the topic of which of us
was stronger. I huged her to me, and told her that I found her just too
sexy, muscles and all. I meant it. I was completely hot for the woman. I
just had to touch her, and I ran my hands over her round butt, kneeded her
thick back and shoulders. Her biceps, relaxed, were dense and shapely
beneath a layer of soft flesh, her upper chest was thick. She purred as I
stroked her belly and lifted and thumbed a breast. She put one hand on my
neck and pumped the other arm as I ran my hand over it, caressing the hard
flesh. I was stiffening again and I began to pull her toward me to kiss her.
  Instead she pulled me hard, nearly unbalancing me, and drew my lips to
hers. She wrapped her other arm around me and pinned my arm to my side, and
worked my mouth over with hers.

As we kissed, I let her hold me, unresisting. Then I heard the sound of
footsteps, and feminine voices. Patty held me tighter and kissed me harder,
her hand on the back of my head, bending me backward a little.
"Wow," I heard, in a giggly woman's voice "do you think he's having fun?" 
"I dunno," said another pretty voice, "think he has any choice?"  They
laughed and made smooching noises, and yelled "You go girl!" as they walked
on past.

I felt myself blush hot at the thought of other girls seeing me locked in a
woman's arms, and I tried to pull away. She held me tight, pressed to her
mouth. I got a little angry then, and I grabbed a handful of her hair, and
pulled her head away. She looked surprised, then angry. she let go of my
head and clamped her hand on my wrist and squeezed. My already-sore wrist
made my hand go weak, and she pulled me off of her easily, and jerked my
hand away hard, with her other hand she grabbed my other upper arm, and
held me in her two hands. Her thumb was pressing into my biceps, feeling
like it was pressing painfully to the bone. I flexed the arm, and pulled on
her wrist, but she held me. Her strength was amazing, and I could see her
nipples pushing hard against her tight sport top. "I told you to be good..."
she said, her voice sultry, "a man like you shouldn't make me angry, you
know." She let me go suddenly, and I stumbled and fell to my knees before
her, rubbing my crushed biceps. She took my chin in her hand and lifted my
face toward her; I looked up at her marvelous body.

I was now confused and uncertain. My anger was still there, but lust and
(almost) fear were even stronger. My left arm felt like jelly, but I just
wanted to put my head on her soft belly.

"What's it going to be, handsome?" she said, stroking my lips, "want to
come to my place for the real thing, or do I leave you here on your knees?"
I looked up at her and then hugged her wide hips, putting my cheek against
her. It seemed that we had already gone past most limits, and I felt easy
just throwing myself against her. I was ready to go, and I said so. She
helped me to my feet, and kissed me sweetly, massaging the arm she had just
crushed.

As we walked, Patty told me that she loved her strength, the ability to
protect herself, to overpower such a big percent of the world. She was
obviously proud of her beauty and strength, and that really turned me on!
"You still probably feel like, somehow, you should be in charge," she said,
calmly, "That's just fine; you'll get another chance. But don't get your
hopes up, baby."
"Ah come on, Patty," I said, "You're really strong, but I can hold my own
if I'm actually ready."
"So you'll try to put up a good struggle - I love a good struggle!"
"I'll put up something good, for sure!" I said.
Patty held herself tight to my side as we walked, and then we were at her
apartment.

We went up to her 2nd story place, and she told me to sit, asking if I
wanted a drink. She brought us beers, and put on music, (Heart, I think - it
was a while ago...) and we relaxed for a while. I was almost feeling
completely at ease after a couple more beers, and I decided to have some
fun.
"Alright, little girl, let's armwrestle!"
Patty grinned with delight.
"Sure honey - let's take our clothes off first!"
I recovered quickly this time from my momentary stun. I stood and stripped
off my shirt and trousers, standing in my boxers. Patty looked me over,
laughed lightly, then pulled her tight sport-bra over her head, then bent to
pull off her shorts, standing in her white cotton briefs. I watched muscle
ripple in her shoulders and chest as she undressed.
Naked, she was astounding. Her uncontained breasts were round as melons,
standing firm on thick pectorals. Her waist looked tiny, and her little
briefs did nothing to hide her swelling mound. Her hips were wide and her
thighs were huge, muscle clearly visible in her quads and calves. She kicked
off her sandals and stretched, making her body ripple and her breasts swing
enticingly. I could feel my cock hardening just watching, and Patty saw it
too.

"I'm going to have a lot of fun with that," she purred, "but first I'm
going to take the fight out of you. You've got a pretty body, but you're as
weak as a little boy compared to me, sweetie."
I felt myself blushing, and my confidence was rising with my lust and some
beer. I said, "You're awfully cocky for a pretty tomboy..."
"Damn straight!" she replied. "Before we're done you'll be my helpless toy!
I'm going to squeeze you like a python and twist you into a pretzel, and
you're going to beg me to lick my tits. I'm going to make you my pretty
slave between my legs, and there's no way that you can stop me!" she was
flexing and kneeding her own biceps as she bragged, and spreading her legs
in a fight stance. I could see the muscles in her hips and loins tense and
clench.

This tough talk only seemed to make me hotter. My cock grew harder, but my
knees seemed to soften as I stared at her thick body. She knelt at the
coffee table and put her right hand into position. I stiffened my resolve,
remembering who was the man here, and sat opposite her. We joined hands, and
she counted to three. I began to push against her hand. I turned up the
pressure and her arm moved a few degrees toward the table. "Ooohh, you're so
strong," she cooed mockingly. Then her arm moved back to the center, pushing
my hand with apparent ease. "Try harder, sweetie..." I turned it up again,
but Patty's arm just trembled a little.
"See how little your arm is, next to mine?" she said, as she began to
squeeze my hand, "I can hardly see any biceps there at all ..." It was true.
Her forearm looked hard and corded, thicker than mine. I felt her hand press
mine downward, and no effort of mine could stop her. She paused about
halfway down toward the table and held me there.
"Don't give up," she said, "I could be getting tired..." I pressed with all
my strength, but her arm was as steady as a tree-limb as I trembled a little
with effort.
"No such luck." She slammed my hand down on to the table and held it there.
"We already know that you're too weak to get away," she stood gracefully,
keeping my hand clamped in hers, "so let's go to my studio for some real
fun." I didn't dare to say no, even if I'd wanted to.

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She led me into a large room with a drumset and some free weights. There
were a couple of full-length mirrors, and a futon-couch at one end. The
floor was covered in thick, well-padded carpet. Patricia led me to the
center of the room, then turned to face me, still holding my hand. Now both
of my arms were sore, and I ws feeling kind of timid before this amazon. I
reached out a free hand and cupped her breast. She slapped my hand away hard
and started twisting my arm with both hands. With a smooth sidestep she was
twisting my arm behind my back. 'Now I've got you," she cried happily. I
felt her grab my hair and and push my arm up painfully. "On your knees,
little boy." I went to my knees, protesting the pain. "Do what I tell you
and you won't get seriously hurt!"

Patty released my arm and climbed on to my back. I was on my knees, almost
doubled over with her weight as she pressed down with both hands. She
climbed over my back nand pinned my neck between thighs that felt as thick
as oaken limbs. I felt them flex, and grabbed at both thighs with my hands.

"You creampuff," she laughed, "if you couldn't stop my arms there's no way
you could move my legs. You're right where a soft, weak guy should be -
between my legs! Too bad you can't do me any good in this position..." She
tightened her grip. "I could snap your neck like a twig, but if you beg me
nicely, I'll let you go."

I begged. I could feel the iron muscles of her thighs, smooth as velvet,
crushing my neck - I could hardly catch my breath. "Please let me up,
Patty," I pleaded, "please let me up, please let me kiss you. I know I can
make you feel good if you'll let me..."

"Maybe I will," patty said, stepping off my bowed neck. I straightened my
back and gasped for air. Patricia scowled at me. "Hey," she said, "your cute
dick is all soft. What's the matter, sweet thing, did I scare you?" She
walked around behind me and began to massage my neck and shoulders gently.
"I don't intend to really break anything, you know. I just get really hot
when I have a man at my mercy." She was kissing my neck and back and running
her hands over my chest as she knelt behind me, her knees spread on both
sides of my feet. She ran her hands over my shoulders and arms, squeezing
lightly. She said, "You're soft as a kitten compared to me... Flex your arms
and we'll try something."

I did my best double-biceps pose, expanding my chest and squaring my
shoulders. (I look pretty good in the mirror, actually, though obviously no
jock.) She ran her hands gently over my arms, and stroked and squeezed my
muscles. Then she got a solid grip on both, wrapping her fingers around my
biceps and her thumbs around my triceps. " Think you can hold that pose?
Personally, I think I can I squish your little arms pretty easy" she kissed
my neck again, "Try to give me that good effort."

She began to squeeze, digging her fingers into me. She continued to kiss my
neck, and whispered hotly in my ear, "You're just a weakling, you know... I
had this much muscle when I was sixteen." she squeezed harder and harder,
but I flexed again, holding firm. Then suddenly I felt like my arms were
caught in a vise as she doubled her effort. Her hands dug painfully into my
flesh and I had to relax my flex. Patty moaned sensuously and rubbed her
tits against my back as she kneaded my now-soft biceps. "Oh god this makes
me hot!" she said, kneeding my flesh like dough. She was hurting my arms,
and I began to struggle. "Can't take it, little boy? You're big, manly
muscles feel like oatmeal to me now." She softened her grip And pushed my
arms down against my sides, then wrapped her arms around them. She ran her
hands over my chest and began to squeeze and kneed my tits. She pressed her
breasts against my back, and her fingers found my nipples, and began to
pinch and pull them. I moaned softly and writhed in her tight hold,
half-trying to escape, but held helplessly. I heard myself whimper like a
puppy as she stung my tits.

"Oh baby," she whispered, I am so ready to use you. I love making a big guy
feel like a whimpering weakling. I could crush and break you completely,
kitten, but if you'll serve me, you won't regret it." She ran a hand down to
my crotch. I was hard and twitching. "You like it, don't you baby?" she
reached into my boxers and stroked my cock. She pinched my tit hard,
growling, "Answer me, toy!"
"Yes," I moaned, "Yes, I love it. I love your strong hands, your thick
body. Please don't hurt me, Patty, please..."
"Is there anything you want?" she stroked my cock and kneeded my tit like
dough.
" Please, Patty, please let me kiss you. Let me worship your body however
you want. Let me lick you and stroke you and..." Patty pulled my head back
by the hair and covered my mouth with hers. She held my head motionless with
both hands as she kissed me, then began bending me backward. I clung to her
strong arms as she lowered me to the carpet. I barely got my legs out from
under me when Patricia put a hand on my sternum and slammed me to the floor.
Swift as a tiger she was on top of me, with her ass on my chest, facong my
feet. Her weight pressed my chest and her thighs locked around my ribs. With
a quick squeeze and a bounce she drove the wind out of me, then yanked my
shorts down around my knees, pressing her chest against my cock.
"I want you completely soft for now, creampuff," she rubbed her tits on my
cock, then sat up and began to stroke my cock, gripping it tightly. I moaned
as pleasure mingled with humiliation.. "This is nice," she purred, "we'll
get back to this, but I want your cock as helpless as your arms for a
while." She kept after my cock. I began to caress her butt and back, feeling
the thick muscles and soft skin. I cupped her breasts from behind and felt a
wave of lust sweep into my loins. Patty took my cock in her mouth and I came
hard. She sucked and squeezed me, with her arms pressed hard on my chest as
I stroked her ass and, at last, her pussy, through her thin briefs, wet and
hot.

She held me in her mouth until I was finished, then sat up and flexed her
arms. She was more pumped now, and her sinews were clear, her biceps big and
round.

"Mmmm... now I've drunk the last of your strength. Your dick is soft and
weak, because I've sucked out all your power!" She stood slowly, standing
over me, turning to face me. "On your back, quivering like a baby... Now
it's my turn." She flexed amazingly, then ran her hands over her own body,
down into her panties. She gathered the front of the tiny garment and
pulled, tearing them, in a single effort, completely off her hips. Then she
reached down and pulled my shorts off completely, tossing them aside.

I lay on my back, waves of weakness from my orgasm still washing through
me. I felt like I had been through a wringer, but I couldn't keep my eyes
off of Patricia's body. She stood astride my hips, and I felt so small and
weak as she towered over me, seeming huge and powerful. It was all I could
do to sit up and put my arms around one of her thighs, pressing my head to
her hip.

"Please, please," I whispered, let me kiss you again... please Patty..." I
begged as I stroked her massive thigh and butt. She sank to her knees on my
crotch, and I could feel her heat, but couldn't respond. She held my hair,
and kept her lips an inch from mine, and licked my lips with her pink
tongue. She cupped one breast and drew my head close to the nipple. I
reached my tongue out, but she kept just out of reach. "Is there something
you want, creampuff?" she asked, holding her breast higher, "you'll have to
beg for what you want, sissyboy, or you'll never get it." she twisted my
hair brutally.
"Please, Patty, let me suck your breast... please let me. You're so
beautiful, so strong... please let me touch and lick and suck your wonderful
breasts... " I whimpered hotly.
"Oh baby, you're such a little slut!"  She pulled my headd down to her
breast. I was in heaven as I squeezed and licked her big, firm, chest. I
licked them all over, then focused on her nipples as my hand made its way
between her legs. I parted the lips of her womanhood, and found her button,
as she sighed and moaned a little, crushing my head into her bosom.
Then she grabbed my shoulders and pushed me hard to the floor. She moved
forward and planted her pussy on my lips. "Make me come, little toy man!"

I made her come. In less than a minute she was shaking and moaning, her
thighs squeezing my head and her hands tangled in my hair. "Don't stop," she
cried, and I kept going, slower then quicker, as she came time after time,
covering my face with her juice. At ast she fell backward, with her hair
flowing over my cock. I began to sit up, but she planted her big feet on my
shoulders and pinned me flat. She let her full weight drive air from my
chest, then flopped over on me, facing my cock. Clamping her legs around my
chest, she began to play with my soft member. "so little and soft... are you
still too weak to get it up?" She kneeded my cock and fondled my balls, then
took it into her hot mouth. She sucked hard, and squeezed my body between
her thighs, and I felt a stirring. She purred deeply as she sucked and
fondled. Her hard hands squeezed my thighs painfully, crushing even those
thicker muscles. Her mouth was hot but, though I felt myself swell a little,
I wasn't yet ready. I said so out loud, and Patty laughed and sat up on my
chest, turning to face me and putting her feet on the floor. "Mmmm... I must
have done a good job on you. You're still weak as a kitten, aren't you?" She
stood and stepped off of me. "Let's take a little break, shall we?" She
stretched and caressed her breasts, her hips thrusting, the muscles defining
her mound as she flexed. "You'd better get some juice back, Jack, or I may
get bored with sex, and have to take up violence." She grinned and slammed a
fist into her hand, but I didn't think she really meant it. I didn't think
so...
She turned, and left the room.