To fuck her up

The blonde looks at you with annoyance in her eyes.

You repeat the question “What I want?", and move close enough to make her big tits barely touch you “I want to fuck up a bitch like you. Got problems with that?”

Simple, precise and blunt.

She doesn't like being called a bitch, especially by a little upstart like you.

“Bitch…?” She growls. Despite that she is the same length, it feels as if she overtowers you by jutting her chest forward, standing up straight and pulling back her shoulders. “If you’re looking for problems Roger, you found them.”

You stare at each other in silence for a few seconds, slowly looking over your newfound enemy, studying eachother…you realise she is a star. She is not someone you look past. She is someone who is to be worshipped. Someone any man considers to be lucky to even be in her presence. And you are about to fight her. Something in you says you should feel honored... even blessed, to see her naked.

Her body language makes you step backwards. Forcing you into a corner, she steps up to you. "Now undress" she says.

You slowly unbutton your shirt, undo your belt buckle, unzip and let my trousers fall to your feet. You stepped out of them and pull off your socks. All that is left are your boxer-briefs, clinging to your engorged dick.

All the while you take in her amazing body, looking for a weakness. All she does is take off her white jacket.

Her outfit is very thin and airy, molding to her body while looking like it can disintegrate into thin air at any moment. The thin fabric clings to her curves, accentuating her flat, fit belly and her prominent hips. Her skirt falls to just below her knees, only allowing people to see the lower halves of her firm, creamy legs. She is wearing matching white high heels, and any woman can tell you those shoes are high-end expensive. Then her blouse. Her blouse stretches around her copious amouts of flesh, wanting to explode from its confines. Her blouse is so tight, and her tits are so, so big, that it is unavoidable that the blouse creates a mile of cavernous cleavage. Just a fucking canyon between her smooth, mountainous flesh. You even notice the pink color of her hard nipples and the surrounding areoles through the thin, white materials.

Freya is calm and collected. Her bright white teeth are exposed in a knowing smile. Her confident expression shows off her pride in her own looks. Her striking eyes shine with humor, but as you eyes meet hers, it felt like her eyes penetrate yours, gazing into your soul. It is as if she can read your every thought.

But your thoughts are race by, uncontrollably, unidirectionally, all in the trend of your duty to worship her body. Her body deserves to be worshipped. Freya deserves to have a man suck, chew and bite her succulent nipples. She deserves to smother a big, strong, handsome man like yourself with her immaculate breast flesh. She deserves to have a man lovingly nibble at her hard clit. She deserves to have a you suck at her cunt and take all of her sweet girl-cum into his mouth. She deserves to have a man peel her succulent ass cheeks apart and lick the full length off her spectacular ass-crack. She deserves to have to have a real man suck at her tasty asshole.

"So... how do you think this going to go?" Freya asks.

"I am gonna Fuck you. Fuck you now and Fuck you hard!" you proclaim, in a whisper.

Freya steps back and slaps you hard ordering your hands behind your back. “Keep talking like that Roger and I am going to swallow your huge cock down my throat."

You put your hands behind your back, giving her a smile thinking you will get your own later. Freya notes this reaction and notes the fact that you don't mind giving up control....that you might even like it when a strong woman takes control of a situation. Freya smiles, because she is a bitch who likes running the show.

"So... how do you think this going to go?" Freya asks again.