Owning a Dominant Bitch - Complete - Sex Stories

Owning a Dominant Bitch - Complete

... wear. I had worked out that morning, so the smell was pretty bad, but it was all that was available. She took one whiff and pushed them away so I turned and headed for the door. “Wait!” she called out suddenly realizing it was her only option other than going naked. “I will put them on.” “I don’t think so,” I pouted, “if If these are not good enough for you then find your own.” I walked out the door and waited outside while she peeked out and whispered to me to come back in. “I’m sorry,” she whined when I ignored her request, “I will wear them.” “No,. I know you don’t really want my clothes, so I’m going home.” She panicked as I started walking past the door and down the hall. She had to open the door and expose herself more to be able to see me. “Please, please stop. I will wear them! Please don’t leave me here like this!” She was frantic. I stopped for a minute about 20 feet from her., “Ok,” I said. “You can have the shirt.” She reached out her hand expecting me to throw it to her but I dropped it on the floor and walked away. I could hear her scramble out the door and looked over my shoulder to see her grabbing the shirt off the floor and pulling it over her head. Once it was on, she realized it was one of my cutoffs I had from football practice. It went down to just above her pussy if she stretched it over her front and back. She finally let go of the back of the shirt and pulled it down enough to cover her slit. Her ass was now totally exposed in the hallway. I walked ...

... out to the parking lot with Diane close behind me. She was in a hurry to get into my car and close the door, so she was visibly relieved when she saw I had moved it right up to the entrance. She rushed down the steps in front of me to get in only to find the door locked. “Please hurry before someone sees me!” She whispered desperately. I pushed the remote to unlock the door and she jumped quickly inside only to land on her bag of clothes. “You bastard!” She squealed as she ripped off the sweat soaked shirt and began pulling her own clothes from the bag. She was blushing again as she got dressed. Chapter 3 I happened to be driving through a part of town I rarely went and noticed a boxing gym. It was only open nights so I came back later that evening and went inside to check it out. There were a few people in the gym working out with heavy bags and the weights in the corner. The gym was old and had a musty smell but I liked the atmosphere immediately. Along the wall were dusty framed pictures of a heavy weight fighter delivering knockout punches to his opponents. “Them was good days,” a deep voice boomed from behind me. I turned to see a large black man in sweats. He was older now, but it was obviously the man in the pictures. “Smitty,” he said and as he thrust a giant hand in my direction. “Jim,” I replied as his monster hand completely enclosed mine, “I would like to try boxing.” Smitty smiled and nodded. We talked for a while and I took and instant liking to him. He had been a ...