Dominant Girlfriend

Ben had always been a bit lazy -- more of a chill in front of the TV type than one to get out and go on adventures or play sports. This hadn't had an impact on his physique in his younger adult years.

He was neither skinny, nor fat, but rather something in the middle, and paired with his six-foot frame, and the luck of some boyish good looks, he had always been a respectably attractive man. It never caused him issues.

Looking at himself in the mirror now, he realized those days were behind him. His small potbelly and pudgy, yet thin arms were giving off a soft-dad vibe didn't leave him feeling very confident as he turned from the mirror. He told himself for what must've been at least the hundredth time that he'd hit the gym hard tomorrow, knowing full well that the success rate of these sudden attempts to manifest discipline was close to zero.

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He had met his girlfriend Laura a few years earlier when he was 26, whilst they were both working at a bar in the city called Heartbreaker. Ben recalled the day Laura had started behind the bar. He had done his best not to stare too much at his new colleague, though he couldn't help but be incredibly attracted to her.

Her outfit had been humble and fitting of the bar's vibe -- tight denim shorts and a white singlet, with black Doc boots -- but her tattoos and natural swagger gave off an air of untouchable cool. Ben had already placed her as being out of his league.

He admired her body when she wasn't looking. She was almost the same height as him with tanned skin, long toned legs, powerful looking thighs, and what looked like perky, full breasts underneath her tight white singlet. She had a classically pretty face with dark hair and features, full lips and a cheeky, knowing smile.

At one point on that first night, he had tried not to drool as Laura played with her hair whilst talking to him. He couldn't help but notice how toned and naturally strong her arms looked -- not like a bodybuilder or anything -- but contrasted with her beautiful face, they looked powerful, and it was disarming in the sexiest way. He had become utterly infatuated from that very first day.

Though Laura had a boyfriend, her and Ben had always casually flirted with each other over that first year. Laura had mostly just liked the attention but had also thought the way that Ben adored her was just so cute.

Ben spent hours listening to Laura complain about her boyfriend. She would talk about how he was a macho asshole, that he was selfish and didn't respect her, and that he wanted a wifey to do all the chores and be submissive, and that just wasn't her.

When they finally broke up and Laura needed a rebound, she had only really planned on it being a one-night stand.

Laura was a very sexual woman and had a vast array of partners over the years, both men and women. Though she had tended to lean towards dominant men in her first few years, she had realized that by far the most satisfaction she got was when she would dominate more submissive women.

She was almost a little embarrassed by this though, as she had never considered herself gay. On the spectrum of things, she had always been far more drawn to men romantically, and thus felt as though she was mostly straight. As a result, she tried to keep her dominant side a complete secret, often acting overly feminine to compensate.

Laura usually had reserved that dominant energy for when she'd play sport. Since pre-school she had loved soccer and basketball, and her competitiveness during games would often activate an authoritative mean streak that pushed her to beat faster or more skilled opponents.

One night at the end of the shift, Laura had made her mind up that she was going to fuck Ben. She decided there was no need to worry about subtlety, she didn't want him to misinterpret it for romance, she just wanted a good rebound and that was that.

Ben couldn't believe his luck when after taking the garbage round the back he returned to find Laura blocking the doorway back into the bar. She had a cheeky look on his face, and he thought to himself "is she giving me the eye?"

"Not gonna let me past?" Ben asked playfully.

"Not unless you do something for me first..." Laura replied grinning.

"What's that?"

And with that Laura took two steps towards him, grabbed his head and kissed him softly, slowly pressing her full lips against his, gradually ramping up the intensity as the kiss went on.

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The sex was not great on that first night, not terrible, but it had a touch of awkwardness to it as they figured each other out. Ben was gentle with her, and loving, but didn't seem overly confident and certainly didn't know how to press her buttons the way others had. Still, as a rebound fuck, it was nice.

She felt safe with Ben and tried to ignore the awkwardness and the fact that his cock wasn't as big or thick as she was used to. After 5-10 min of vanilla sex, Ben had cum, and they lay there afterwards laughing and talking and making out for several hours after.

Laura realized that she did like Ben and hoped the sex would improve over time. Maybe she could even teach him a few things. He did have a very pretty face and nice guys like this were hard to find.

Ben was well and truly in love by this point. He could hardly believe that Laura had wanted to sleep with him in the first place. As she lay there sleeping next to him, he gently pulled down the sheets and admired her physique. He ran his hands over her toned legs, giving her thighs a gentle squeeze along the way.

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Ben regretted the first time they had an arm wrestle, a few months after they had first slept together. It was a flirtatious, drunken suggestion on his part, and he hadn't anticipated what it would unleash in Laura. When they locked hands, Ben had thought that even though Laura looked a lot more athletic than him, he was still definitely heavier than her, and he was a man, so he would surely win easily.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Laura asked innocently, feeling slightly guilty for knowing that she was probably stronger than her lovely boyfriend.

"The only thing I'm worried about, is you getting upset when you lose. I'm wondering whether I should let you win." Ben said, trying and failing to hide the defensiveness in his voice.

"If you say so, big boy."

Laura looked him dead in the eye and smiled as he exerted all his power, going for the quick win. Her arm bent back ever so slightly after a half a minute or so. Then Ben saw her bicep tense and as he tried to hold her off, he felt his arm shake violently, bend back and slam into the table in a matter of seconds.

He couldn't believe how much stronger than him she was. It was clear that he had tried his best to beat her, and she would know. There was no hiding it now. He tried to conceal his embarrassment. "Wow! You are stronger than you look baby." Ben said, trying his best to remain cool.

"Stronger than I look? Ben, I have noticed how often you check out my arms. The way you practically drool whenever I do my hair. I mean look at these, I'm pleased all that time in the gym paid off," Laura bragged whilst flexing her arms. Ben had to admit, with the way her biceps bulged and the way her tattoos stretched as she flexed, it should have been more obvious to him.

Internally he was overwhelmed with a mixture of emotions. He felt emasculated, and a little worried that Laura might view him differently, but there was no denying how much her strength had turned him on -- in fact, he had never been so turned on in his life!

"Here! I want you to come and feel them." Ben reached out across the table and Laura pulled away. "Uh uh, no you have to come sit on my lap," she said playfully, smiling at Ben, who was visibly still struggling to come to grips with the loss.

Laura was almost giddy with enjoyment; her competitive streak had been activated during the match and she felt almost euphoric afterwards. She wanted to rub it in his face. She wanted to take charge. There was no shutting off this energy now.

Ben obliged her and came and sat on her lap. She looked into his eyes and kissed him passionately, grabbing his hair and pulling his head towards her, then shoving her tongue into his mouth. She flexed again, and Ben gently squeezed her bicep -- it was hard and round but her skin was silky soft.

"Strong, aren't I?" she said, and Ben nodded. "Stronger than you?" He nodded again. "Say it!" Laura demanded.

"You're stronger than me," Ben said bashfully.

"There's a good boy!" Laura teased as she undid the button of Ben's pants and unzipped him whilst wrapping her arm around his neck in a gentle almost-headlock.

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Ben felt shivers run down his spine and get goosebumps as he gave in to his inner-submissive side. He had never been treated like this by Laura, or any woman for that matter, and he couldn't believe how much he liked it.

Laura was similarly surprised at just how much she was enjoying herself. She hadn't felt anything even close to this with Ben before. She could feel herself practically dripping wet and had only ever felt anything similar when she had slept with women. Somehow though, dominating him was giving her a different rush entirely and the dirtiness of the situation was now flowing through her completely naturally and unfiltered.

She pulled out his rock-hard dick, which was wet with precum and slowly started jerking him. She squeezed him gently and kissed the side of his neck and his cheeks while her arm remained firmly around his neck.

Ben watched the strong arm that had defeated him tensing as she jerked him. He sat there on his girlfriend's lap, in pure ecstasy.

"Poor little guy," Laura whispered in his ear while playing with his dick. "So small and weak. It's ok, I'm here to protect you now."

She continued jerking him and Ben could feel himself building towards an intense orgasm.

"My little damsel in distress. Your dick is just like your arms," she whispered. "Small and weak. You know that if I had a cock, it would be so much bigger than yours. I mean look at me, there's no way it wouldn't. It would be thicker and stronger and much better at fucking than this pathetic thing."

This sent Ben over the edge, and he started spurting cum everywhere. Laura released some of the pressure on his neck and smiled at him before flexing again. "Kiss it!" she demanded presenting her bicep. Ben obeyed, still in a daze, and light-headed from Laura squeezing his head. They kissed passionately and Laura pulled his head down into her bosom cradling him like a child.

"Good boy. Who's in charge?"

"You are baby." Ben muffled into Laura's breast.

Filled with adrenaline, she picked him up and walked him to the bedroom, threw him down upon the bed and started to undress.

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Ben looked up at his goddess as she removed her clothes. Her sweat gave her athletic frame a glimmering quality that only elevated her impressive and intoxicatingly sexy physique.

"Take off your clothes, now!" She demanded and Ben scrambled to undress as quickly as he could.

Laura quickly mounted Ben, pinning his arms to the bed with her knees and shifting herself up until Ben's chin was resting against her clean-shaven crotch. She then began to grind herself into him, slowly and seductively rubbing her wet pussy against his chin and mouth.

"Stick out your tongue and make me cum you little pussy." Laura said in a bullying tone.

"Who's the fucking boss around here?"

"You are Laura. You are the boss." Ben said when he had the chance, before Laura rode his face more aggressively. Faster and faster. Rougher and rougher. She could feel herself building towards the most intense orgasm she had ever had.

"It turns out you are nothing. You're a weak little bitch. We've established that now. And I am the fucking man, you understand? I fuck you now, not the other way around and I am going to fuck the shit out of this pretty little face of yours, understand?" Laura said, almost drunk with euphoria as she furiously rode Ben's face, all the way up to his nose and eyes from the base of his chin.

There was not even any point in trying to do anything with his tongue now, Ben thought as Laura mercilessly covered his face with her juices. He tried to get as many breaths in as he could, but as she got wetter and wetter, the liquid started getting into his mouth and throat, making him choke. He tried to stay calm but was increasingly panicked.

Finally, Laura started shaking and then suddenly started squirting all of Ben's face. "Fucking drink it you bitch!" Laura shouted at him, but Ben coughed it up, desperate to get a breath of fresh air.

Laura, so enraptured with the moment hadn't realized quite how bad Ben's state was and still caught up in the act, pulled his head in between her thighs and into her crotch. She rolled onto her side and, locking her ankles, squeezed Ben's head as hard as she could.

Ben felt a pressure building on either side of his head, following by a dull pain and a sense that everything was starting to fade. He heard the muffled sound of Laura's voice but could not make out what she was saying. He floundered with his hands and tried to pull Laura's legs apart, but it was no use. Her thighs were like taut steel, the muscles bulging as she squeezed him.

Ben looked up at Laura's angelic face, trying to beg her to stop with his eyes. "Stop. Please. You're hurting me Laura," he finally managed to mutter out. Laura smiled down at him for a moment, until her expression changed to a mocking sad face. She tensed her legs even tighter, the pressure in Ben's head building rapidly as the smell of Laura's pussy engulfed his nose. The light danced off Laura's naked body above him as everything faded to black.

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