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Arm-wrestling

“You’re on!” Mike said to Ivy, not even thinking about it. She challenged him to an arm-wrestling match and while she was among the best bodybuilders in the gym, he was a head taller and weighed about as much as she could squat. Mike could easily lift her with one arm so he saw no problem in taking her on. What made him pause was the smirk she gave me when he accepted.

“Loser pays the winner’s membership for a year.” she said as she gestured me over to the small table in the gym’s café.
“Alright….” he drew out the word slowly. Those were significant stakes. “If you’re certain.” He would feel bad to take the money from her. Maybe he would be able to convince her to go out with him instead.

Mike followed and settled himself, offering his right hand without thinking.
“Can’t ladies choose?” she teased him, her large brown eyes staring at him.
He blushed and lowered his arm while mumbling “Of course…”
Ivy smirked and put her right arm on the table. “I don’t want you to think you lost because of that.”
“I..” he clasped her hand with his, his tone full of certainty “won’t lose.”

“Of course you won’t…” Ivy let the sentence trail off “On three?”
Mike nodded.
“One” he watched her mouth open and imagined kissing her.
“Two” his eyes drifted down to her firm breasts contained by the magenta sports bra. He’d like to kiss those as well.
“Three” as he put force in his grip, he saw toned biceps pop on her arm. Nothing compared to his, but still respectable.

For a few moments he just kept her at bay, smiling as he felt her put more of an effort and his arm resisted easily. “So, maybe you’d like to go out with me instead of paying my membership.”

She raised an eyebrow “I’m certain you’d like that. But it won’t happen.” her face scrounged in concentration and Mike’s hand was suddenly halfway to the table. She had twisted her wrist somehow and got all the leverage.

“Hey!” he yelled and put all of his strength behind the push. It only served to slow the loss somewhat. Mike watched as his arm was pushed down. In a desperate attempt, he grabbed the edge of the table with his left and used it as an anchor to stop his right.

Ivy frowned “Now that’s cheating.”
“Hardly.” Mike forced through clenched teeth. It’s not like they had agreed to any rules.
“Well, if you can use your other hand, so can I.” she concluded and reached over their locked arms with her left.
“What?” was all Mike managed before she caressed his forearm. He suppressed a moan at the light touch. Fingernails barely touched his skin, floating over the tiny hairs and leaving a trail of goosebumps. His grip faltered under the soft assault. She gained another inch, leaving his right hand hovering a hair’s breadth above the table.

“Game over.” Ivy smiled and blew him a kiss as her left hand reached his locked fingers. Mike lost the grip and his body twisted as she forced his hand down. “I’ll let you work out the payment details.” her hand held his down for a moment longer as her light fingers traced the way up his arm and to his cheek, which she patted as she let go.

Speechless, he watched her walk away, her hips swaying.

Bikinis and Binoculars

Henry came to his favorite spot. A cluster of trees and bushes on a hill overlooking a backyard owned by a pair of very liberal ladies. He rolled out his mat between two shrubs. Lying there gave him a perfect vantage of the property and no one could see him unless they stumbled upon him. Not that they would. The hill was part of the parcel and he had to jump a fence to get here. He would have jumped a hundred if necessary.

Lying down he watched through binoculars and was soon rewarded by two young, lush bodies arriving. He didn’t know their names, so they were Light and Dark for him. Light was blonde and had a fair complexion. Today she wore a bright green bikini. Dark was dark haired and tanned, shorter but curvier of the two. Her C cup breasts were free and they bounced as she moved. Tiny black thong barely covered her privates. Henry shifted his legs as he grew stiff at the sight.

Light and Dark played with each other, hands exploring their bodies as they walked to the large pool. They leaned close to each other, and after a long kiss Dark moved her mouth and whispered something. Light nodded and then returned the kiss. Henry’s free hand moved down to his bermuda pants. He froze and cursed when they suddenly turned and moved back to the house. Had they forgotten something?

Disappointed, he returned to waiting. He had the whole day ahead of him.

After fifteen minutes a voice called out “Looking for us?” just a soft weight crushed the back of his neck, forcing him to the ground. Another pinned the small of his back. He flailed, but tanned hands and legs quickly pinned his arms down. The crafting of his feet on the mat was inefficient.

How did they find him? As if to answer his thoughts, Dark said “Curious things about binoculars.” she lifted his with one hand “Is that the lenses reflect light.” Henry groaned “And after catching sight of it several times, we decided to take a look at who it was.” Her pelvis bore down on his neck. “It’s just neighborly, isn’t it.”

“It sure is.” Light said from behind, her thighs clamped on his sides “Considering how much he watched us, we need to get a good look at him.” with that her hands started to pull down his shorts.

“Hey!” Henry protested and struggled to twist and get free, his legs held wide so she couldn’t move the shorts down them.
Dark shifted and coiled a leg under his chin. “Don’t fight it.” she instructed as she sat down on the back of his neck, pushing it against her leg and choking him. He stopped immediately, croaking as his throat was crushed. She sat up, letting him breath. Light moved down his legs and threw his bermudas away once they were free of his feet.

“Turn.” Dark instructed as she rotated. Henry had no choice but to follow as the leg was still coiled around his throat. He ended on his back, Dark sitting behind his head. Light was closer to him than he would have ever hoped, standing with her feet spread and watching him with contempt. Both had put on running shoes and t-shirts that barely hid any of their lean bodies.

“Can we..” Henry started but Dark tightened her hold and cut off the rest of his sentence.
“As we said. You looked at us, now it’s our turn. And as we’re so good, we’ll share with others.”
What?

Light dropped her groin on his belly, forcing air past the locked leg. Henry started to reach for her with his arms, but Dark locked her hands around his wrists and pinned them behind her. Light unbuttoned his shirt, grinding herself into his belly as she did. Her smirk grew with his every wince.

When Light was done, Dark let go of his left hand and instructed “Pull it out of the sleeve.” Henry obeyed. Then she grabbed his wrist again before letting go of his right. All in all, it took them barely two minutes to undress him to his boxers. He had to struggle to get every breath past the toned leg coiled around his neck and all thoughts of questions or mercy had evaporated form his mind.

“Now then, as I’m sure you had seen at least parts of us that are usually covered, we should get to do the same.” Light explained as she bounced on his now sore stomach. Henry’s eyes grew wide, but before he could start to struggle, Dark had tightened her hold and he remained still, saving the bit of air in his lungs.

Light took her time to hook her fingers into the elastic band around his waist and then she moved the boxers down bit by agonizing bit. Henry’s arm moved to cover him in a well toned instinct, but it remained locked in Dark’s hand. His lungs started to burn and he couldn’t stop his feet from twitching. Finally, Light held out his checkered underwear in triumph and Dark let him draw in air.

Light put the boxers and the shirt on top of his trousers and the straightened up “I forgot my phone!”
“Me too!” Dark realized, mocking concern. “But I’m sure our neighbor will let us borrow his, won’t you.” she patted his forehead. All he dared was a tiny nod. “See.” she smiled.

Light fished out the smartphone from Henry's pocket and found it unlocked. She spent the next five minutes moving around and taking pictures of the trapped and naked man from various angles and distances. “That will do.” she concluded in the end. With her work done, Light took all of his clothes in her arms.

Dark let go of his hands and uncoiled her leg, giving him a push to force him forward, he stumbled away from the bushes and the two women. By the time he gathered his wits and turned, Dark had already picked up the mat and the pair waved at him as they started back home. “Enjoy your trip.” they called out and Henry looked after them, bewildered by the idea of going into the streets naked. He’ll have to come up with a story of how someone mugged him...

Chores Boxing

Maya cracked her knuckles and rolled her shoulders. New semester meant a new round of chores assignment. She looked at the list on the whiteboard:
  1. Dishes
  2. Recycling
  3. Vacuuming
  4. Trash
  5. Bathrooms

It would be the third time she and Lucille went toe to toe in order to see who got to do what. Both were competitive and when they moved in together, a joking suggestion to fight it out turned into a ritual. Maya was on an athletic scholarship as a track runner. Lucille wasn’t a jock but she trained regularly. With a slight height advantage on her side, they were fairly evenly matched.

At their first match, Maya had gone all out. Which left her exhausted by the middle and she lost two rounds to Lucille, who endured the attacks and then managed to strike back. Both had realized there was more to it, including which chores you wanted to avoid and what the opponent was going for. Each round lasted until someone stayed down for the count or gave up. Knockout gave you a win for that round and all the following ones.

That was Maya’s plan for this time. Go all out in the first round, slow down and lose in second and then get Lucille with a K.O. She had practiced moving sluggish and had dropped hints to Lucille of how she got her stamina up and will pummel her. It was normal for their fights, but she hoped it would help sell her overreaching.

“Ready?” Lucille called and entered in her blue outfit. Maya had just finished taping her hands and rose her red gloves. “To beat you? Sure am.” The taller girl rolled her eyes and gave a few practice jabs and jumps. They had cleared the living room, pushing all the furniture to the edges. It had occurred to Maya that they might tape the matches, but never suggested it, feeling it would ruin the bond they had built.

Maya announced herself as she got into position. “In the red corner, we have Maya the Menace, five foot seven and weighing none of your business.” She flashed a smile.
“In the blue corner, Lucky Lucille, still five foot ten and weighing just enough.” Lucille grinned back. “Alexa, bell.”

The speaker gave the “Ding.” of the old school trip gong. Maya and Lucille came forward, throwing a few testing punches. Maya stayed true to her word and plan and quickly went on the offensive, sending a flurry of jabs at Lucille, who kept her guard up and started retreating.

Switching it up, Maya launched a right hook to the ribs that Lucille didn’t protect as well as she should. It caused the taller girl to curl down, providing the opening Maya needed. She landed two quick hits on the sides of Lucille’s face. The blue boxer lifted her guard and stumbled. Maya followed up with more hits to the sides of her arms. Both were breathing heavily.

“Damn.” Lucille hissed as she tried to find her footing. Maya didn’t let her, jabbing constantly. Then she got another opening when Lucille squared her shoulders and moved her arms slightly out. The mistake cost her. Maya put all of her strength behind the strike and her glove connected with Lucille’s chest, sending her sprawling back as she tried to catch her breath.

“Alexa, count.” Maya instructed and watched her roommate. Lucille was curled in a ball, sucking in air. “One, two, three, four, …” a soft voice counted, matching actual seconds like no human could. Lucille put her hands on the carpet and tried to rise, she got to a kneeling position before stopping. “Five, six, seven, eight, ...” The blue clad woman pushed herself but her glove slipped and she fell back down. “Nine, ten. Round over.”

Maya walked over and offered a hand. Lucille glowered at her but accepted the help. “You weren’t kidding!” she shoved Maya away and took a few steadying breaths. Maya almost felt bad. Almost. But she was breathing almost as hard and followed her friend’s lead.

“And now I’m paying the price.” she didn’t have to pretend much as she made it back to her starting position. Lucille managed to straighten out and get ready as well. “Ready?” Maya asked and waited for the nod. As soon as she saw it, she called out again. “Alexa, bell.”

Another gong and the two moved forward, both slower than in the first round. Maya gave a few punches, but her arms felt sluggish. Had she gone too far? As soon as she paused, Lucille went on the offensive, repaying for the beating she had received. Hits struck Maya’s arms, punishing them further. She grunted and retreated in the rhythm of the blows.

“How. Does. It. Feel?” Lucille asked, every word followed by a punch. Maya remained quiet and tried to protect her head. Being shorter, it was the main target Lucille was going for. It started to dawn on Maya that she couldn’t take a beating and then get the better of her opponent. She had to act now. She slowly moved around, defending as best as she could until she saw an opening.

Lucille had overextended herself with a long cross. Maya crouched under it and then pushed off, her legs used to the explosive movement at the start of the race. Maya launched upwards, her arm held low and then extending in an uppercut. Lucille took it clear on the chin and was sent flying a foot off the floor before collapsing on her back.

Maya rose her fists in the air and started jumping with joy. No chores for her this time around!

Dungeon Delivery

Cody looked at the last destination on his route. He frowned. The drive to the outskirts of the city will take him almost an hour. Then he read the note - installation included. He groaned. At least he understood why it was left for the end. But it also meant he wouldn’t be getting home before evening. If he managed to put whatever a “Support frame” was on his first try.

A woman in her thirties, dressed in a tight fitting dark dress opened the door of the house. Almost a mansion. She was a few inches taller than him, thanks to the high heels she wore. “Finally.” she said as Cody stammered for words. He didn’t know who to expect, but it still took him by surprise. “Well?” she asked and glared at him. It made the hairs on the back of his neck raise and his throat tighten. Quite effective to get Cody back to the task at hand.

“Good afternoon.” he offered “Delivery.” She rolled her eyes and stepped aside, her shoes clicking on the marble floor.
“Follow me.” she instructed and led him through the foyer. He saw a room ahead, well furnished, but she directed him to a stone staircase. It led them down to a well lit hallway. “First door on the right.” It was the only one open, out of half a dozen doors.
“Sure thing.” he offered. It earned him another glare. After a moment he looked away and apologized “I meant: Yes, ma’am.” She acknowledged it with a tiny nod and waved her hand for him to get to work.

It took him five trips to get all the boxes to the room, which was spacious, but completely empty. The woman waited in the corridor, watching him. He didn’t try to make any small talk. The base was easy to put together. It was a workout bench with adjustable level and incline, one of the more popular models. “Do you want to try it out?” he asked when he finished. A shake of her head and gesture for him to keep going. At least she hadn’t given him that look.

The rest was tricky. There were several other pieces of exercise equipment, weight stands, wrist and ankle supports, ropes and resistance bands. Under special requests was a hand drawn, or rather penned out, sketch of how they should all fit together. That’s what the bolts and other stuff from the hardware section were.

He started following the instructions, aware that she was watching his every move. Cody double checked everything, not wanting to mess anything up, but also not daring to ask for clarification, although she clearly had a better idea of what she wanted to do. After another hour he was finally done. Two sets of stands were attached to the bench, one at the bottom, the other at the top, which was set to a sitting position. Ropes and bands were draped over them, with supports tied to the ends.

“Good.” she walked in as he was about to show off his work. “Sit down.” he stared at her, not comprehending and she gave him a push, sending him down onto the bench. “Hey…” he started but stopped as soon as she met his gaze.
“You need to try it out before I sign it off.” she explained, which made sense. He gave a small nod. “Put these on.” she gestured at the cuffs that fitted on wrists and ankles. Cody complied as she moved around, checking the structure and ropes.

“So this is some sort of all body resistance training?” he asked after finishing with his legs. He pulled them towards his chest, struggling as the bands pulled back.
“Yes.” she said and helped him with his arms. He pulled again. It was a good exercise. But he wasn’t sure what movements would engage everything at once. Did it make sense to do it like this?

“Thank you.” She glanced at his nametag. “Cody.”
He smiled “You’re welcome.” He started to move, forcing his arms close enough together to undo the buckles. The woman pulled at the ropes and his hands were forced away as the bands shifted. “Hey!” he protested and started to flail with his legs. She strolled to the other end of the bench and with another tug spread him out completely. He could hardly move. “What’s the idea?”

“To have fun with you.” she said, as if that was clear. He was about to ask something else but she came over and shoved a ball-gag into his mouth. She ran her hand through his hair and grinned.
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“Thank you for meeting with me, Jenna.” Fred said and got into the booth. He couldn’t believe he had found someone willing to sell him the forty-five year old whiskey for just six hundred dollars. Did she even know what it was worth?

The blond smiled at him, her full lips causing him to forget why he was here for a moment. “Of course.” she extended her hand. He moved to shake it, but she clasped it in both of hers and caressed it gently. What was she doing? Not that he minded.

“I’m, er..” he had to pause and swallow, finally pulling his hand away from her “here for the sale.” Her smile widened, green eyes glinting. “Oh, of course.” She lifted a wooden box from the seat to the table. “You have the money?”

“Yes.” he pulled out the envelope and showed her the bills inside.
“Wonderful!” she exclaimed and rose. She leaned forward to push the box toward him, her deep cut green dress showing a lot of cleavage. Jenna opened it, but Fred’s eyes were stuck in the valley of her breasts.

“Huh?” he asked after she asked him something.
“I said, is this in order?” she gestured at the bottle settled in the velvet frame. A certificate was attached to the lid.
“Oh. Oh!” Fred cleared his head and started looking it over. Jenna sat down and after a moment, her foot found his leg. Fred shifted, thinking she just bumped into him.

But the other foot joined the first and together they moved along his calves. “Everything OK?” she asked again, her smile and eyes innocent. Fred gulped as his body reacted to the attention it was getting.
“Why?” he couldn’t say more.

“Why am I selling it?” Jenna filled in helpfully as her feet rose and reached his thighs. “I am in a bind, and need the money. So thank you for meeting me so fast.” The displacement between her words and actions made his mind whirl.

Fred nodded, as if that was the question he wanted to ask. His fingers moved over the treasure in front of him, pausing every time her feet rubbed against his legs. Was she planning to jack up the price? He finally looked at the certificate.

Her toes brushed over the erection that filled his left pant leg. “There it is.” Jenna said as he almost crumpled the paper in shock. An unintelligible sound left his mouth. “Do we have a deal?” Fred glanced at the writing, date, and stamp. The little part of his mind that could concentrate on the task said everything was fine. He gave a small nod and handed the envelope over to her.
“Wonderful!” Jenna said again and massaged his dick with the inside of her sole for a second before her feet retreated. “I need to get going, but you take your time.” she glanced pointedly to the whiskey, but her gaze seemed to continue past it, reaching his groin. She stashed the money in her bag and left him with his erection, a cheap drink and counterfeit declaration.

Filmed

“No one can know about this.” Cory told Theresa, his girlfriend, as he set down on the edge of the bed. The mattress caved in under his quarterback body. Theresa was on the cheerleader squad, and while a bit shorter she was barely half his weight. He felt her perky body press against his back. She had to kneel to drape her arms around his neck.

“Of course not.” she whispered in his ear and then gave it a playful bite. “I am just curious.” Curios. Some way to put it. Apparently she had read about choke holds somewhere and decided to see if she could get the better of him. At first he laughed it off, but she started pouting and Cory could no longer stand it. Finally he had agreed. He didn’t think she could do it, but the idea of her somehow succeeding mortified him. Still, having her happy was worth it.

“Ready?” she asked and Cory nodded. Her left arm coiled around his neck, squeezing the sides between small but tight muscles. He never thought about the strength she needed for all the flips and handstands she was doing.
“Is that all?” he asked, a bit too loudly.

Theresa’s right arm came over and she locked her arms together before pressing at the back of his head with her palm. The pressure went from playful to painful in an instant. “Better now?” she teased. Cory started to move his arms up but stopped himself. He had to let her do it, otherwise he wouldn’t hear the end of how he chickened out.

“Too tight for you?” she whispered and pressed her body closer to his, breasts digging into his back.
Cory grunted and forced a “No.” through the constricted throat. He heard her laugh and then she adjusted her hold, raising a bit to pull his head upward slightly. The combined effort resulted in increased pressure on his arteries. He started flexing his neck, grimacing, and starting to sweat. Her forearm and biceps bit into his muscles, overpowering them.

“Ghhh.” he forced as spots appeared in front of his eyes. His hands clawed at her smooth skin but she didn’t let go. He couldn’t get a hold to pull them away. Cory started to rise but Theresa pulled him down. How could she do it? Only then did he realize his limbs weren’t working as they should.

“Aaalmoost.” she drew out and poured all of her power into the choke, cutting off the blood and sending his body into a panicked unconsciousness. His arms fell limply to his sides and all the fight left his body. Theresa held on for another two seconds and then relaxed her hold without breaking it.

Cory made a strange noise between a snore and a choked wheeze. Theresa grinned and moved to the side, letting him fall back on the back. She flexed her arms and blew a kiss towards the webcam hidden on the shelf. Now he was her forever.

Gassy movie night

Bri lounged back on the couch and checked the empty bowl. "Still hasn't magically refilled." She gave a mock sigh and adjusted her position, her feet brushing Kate’s leg. "I guess I could settle for a priceless diamond necklace..." The heist movie was OK, but the important things were time with her friend and their cheat day.

“Couldn’t we all?” Kate replied, lying on her belly, which had started rumbling ten minutes ago. She was slightly taller and more heavily built than Bri.

"You can't leave me hanging on the cheat day!" Bri protested and moved to free up her right leg. "Give. Me. Snacks." She prodded with her foot on every word. Starting at the back of Kiara's knee, she progressed higher toward her butt. Each push made the flesh jiggle.

Kate giggled and conceded “Fiiiiine.” She got up and found a new bag of chips from the kitchen. She slipped a silent fart before returning and sating her friend. She just sat down when Bri opened her mouth with a new demand. Kate’s glare shut her up.

Bri raised her hands in defense “OK, OK. I’ll get my own beer.” She got to the kitchen and wrinkled her nose. Something had churned. After inspecting the contents of the fridge she was relieved nothing had spoiled. “You need to clear out the trash!” she called out and returned, beer in hand and face still set in slight disgust.

Kate looked back at her, a grin growing on her face. “Oh, it’s not trash.” Bri tilted her head, confused. Then Kate got on her knees, moving her ass closer to Bri and let out fart. PFFFRT a short loud pop was followed by two silent gusts. “Smells familiar?”

Bri gagged at the stench hitting her, drinks and snacks forgotten as she tried to fan away the foul air. Which left Kate with enough time to get up and pull Bri down so she was lying across the couch. “Hey?” Bri protested, unsure how to react.

“I had enough of you, eating as much as you want and staying skinny.” Kate hissed and turned Bri over to her back. Before the girl could protect herself, Kate sat down high on her chest, one asscheek convering part of Bri’s face. “You’ll enjoy the cost I have to pay when I indulge myself.”

“Wha?” Bri’s words were barely audible from beneath the jiggly prison. Then Kate let a long, rumbling fart that seemed to go forever. PRRFFFT-PPPPPPRRRFFFF-PPPRRRFFTTTR She grinned at the whimpers coming from beneath her. There was another hour of the movie left.
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