... It was not hard to imagine that he’d torn the sleeves out of his way-too-tight tee because his arms were too damn big for them.

When I walked over and sat down next to the muscle stud, thinking about those big guns pinning me down during hot sex was only a fantasy.  Who knew I would soon find out what it felt like to be his bitch.

After a few minutes of small talk, the stud got right down to business.  “I need my balls drained.  You up for it?”  I smiled, threw some bills down on the bar and followed him out to the parking lot.  He pushed me down on the hood of my car, groping my bottom through my jeans, oblivious to anyone else that was outside the bar.

His hands felt like heaven on my ass, but I was a little worried someone might see.  “Should we be out here doing this?” I asked.

“You worried that someone might find out you’re gonna be my bitch?”  I looked up into his smiling face and would have swallowed his leg there had he offered it.  “You’re right though, let’s go back to my place.  I need you naked for what I want to do.”

Ten minutes later we were at his place and my clothes had been literally torn off.  The stud lifted me off my feet and tossed me like a bag of trash onto his bed......

(This is Only the Beginning.  The Action Continues inside)

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