I was working in my office when the door bell rang. Opening it, I was pleasantly surprised to see my sister in-law Marianne. And it was a pleasure as she wore a pink blouse, a black mini skirt and sexy red knee length boots over sheer brown nylons. “Hello Jim” she said warmly flinging her arms around my shoulders and cuddling close. She felt so good in my arms that I didn’t want to let go. I looked at her face as I held her enjoying the warmth and softness of her slim body. Her narrow slender face wore an expression of worry as she looked at me through her spectacles. I had an overwhelming desire to kiss her but I saw her son, Ryan, standing behind her looking down at the back of her legs. I reluctantly released her and followed them up to my office on the first floor. As she climbed the stairs, I couldn’t stop looking at those lovely long slender legs. Making them cups of tea, I sat down next to her on the sofa. She had her long legs crossed in that way that only leggy women can. I tried not to stare at the band of dark brown nylon peeking out beneath her short skirt, certain that she was wearing stockings. Ryan glared at me so I tried not to gawp and focussed on her face. She told me how she was concerned about her mother’s new boyfriend who was from Africa and much younger than she was. I tried to reassure her that Paula was more than capable of taking care of herself, but Marianne was really worried that she was being conned. I agreed to do some digging and she expressed her gratitude by giving me a long hug and a kiss on the lips that aroused my emotions. Ryan definitely didn’t seem to like that.

(Slow measured, deep resonant voice with a strong African accent) My name is (pause) John Smith (longer pause). Yes, John Smith. I am from Nigeria. No, please do not stop reading. I know what sort of woman you like and I can help you meet the woman of your dreams, heh heh heh. I have written to you before, Yes. “I have come into an inheritance and need your help to get it out Nigeria”, heh heh heh. We may have spoken on the phone. “Hello this is computer maintenance. You have a virus on your computer. I will fix it for you”, heh heh heh. My brothers and I thank you for your generous denotations, heh heh heh. We had become very rich until the Nigerian police found out and wanted to take their share. Look how much I contribute to the Nigerian economy, I told them. Well I would have if I paid tax, heh heh. I follow the example set by rich British and Americans, heh heh. Why pay tax if I give it to charity? My charity heh heh heh. So now I have been given asylum in Britain because my human rights will be violated if I stay in Nigeria and they put me in jail, heh heh heh.

The Home Office told me I needed to marry a British woman if I was to stay and get a British passport. That would be easy for a good-looking guy like myself, heh heh heh. But London was too cold and there were too many foreigners, so I went to a place called Devon where it is warmer. I looked on these dating sites looking for a lonely English woman. Some were really ugly or too old and wrinkly, heh heh. Then I met Paula. She is not very tall but extremely big around the middle if you know what I mean, heh heh. I do mean very big, but that is how I like them, it is a sign of prosperity that shows that she can afford to eat well. Her face is quite chubby and large with small eyes, a medium sized nose and mouth with prominent cheeks and quite a few chins I can tell you, heh heh. Her hair is short and brown sprinkled with grey. Larger women also have bigger breasts and believe me Paula has ginormous breasts.

From the moment I saw her, I just couldn’t wait to get my hands on them. Not that she was shy at coming forward; her blouse was extremely low cut so that her huge tits were almost overflowing. Her cleavage was so deep and her mounds round that my dick was rock hard in an instant. Her eyes went wide when she saw the huge bulge in my pants and she practically rushed me back to her place within minutes of our first date. No sooner was I through the door than she was upon me pulling off my trousers. It’s true, heh heh. She is so demanding in that area. British men are so small and their women go crazy for a Nigerian man like me but they can’t handle it, heh heh heh. By the time I’ve slid it in they have cum many times and beg me to stop, heh heh. Maybe I’ve had your wife or girlfriend? Probably, heh heh heh. But Paula! My word! She just plunges herself down and exhausts me while her huge tits bounce all over the place. What an amazing woman! What amazing sex! You really shouldn’t turn these big overweight women down, they may not look very pretty but they will destroy you in the bedroom. Yes I know she is much older than me, she is, what?, in her sixties? but she is very robust. I am only 32 but she is very experienced if you know what I mean, heh heh. From that moment on, I wanted her for my wife. The size of her tits and the sex drives me crazy.

Most days, like today, Paula will wear a very low cut top to show off plenty of her vast cleavage. Tight too, because she knows that I just can’t take my eyes off them and it keeps me very hard indeed, heh heh. I am nearly six foot tall. She is, what?, 5 foot one, which means I am always looking down her front and believe me that is an impressive view. The phone rings and she goes to answer. As she walks away from me, I stare at her massive calves. They really are quite short in length but absolutely massive going from thick ankles sloping up to an absolutely huge mass of dense solid muscle. They really unnerve me and are much too big, like granite slabs. They flex and bulge when she walks. It must be from carrying all that weight around. With her broad sloping shoulders and thick arms and legs, she looks like a brick outhouse from the back. I look away. They give me the willies.

“Hello, Jim” she says in a loud cheerful voice as she answers the phone. As she listens to her son in-law, she keeps raising and lowering herself to her toes. I don’t like the way this makes her huge calves even more muscular and rugged. She turns around; no longer looking cheerful and stares at me in a way that makes me feel uncomfortable. “I see” she says in a more serious voice. “Oh don’t you worry, I will soon get to the bottom of it alright. Bye Jim” she says, staring at me oddly.

She puts down the phone and walks across to where I am sitting, looking quite glum. Placing a hand on the arm of the sofa, she leans over me, her huge tits dangle and wobble like two huge heavy jellies in a sling. “Oh Paula, you make me hard all day long” I moan as I stare at the enormous breasts before my eyes, so wide, so big and heavy, like a shelf dangling so low with at least a foot of long dark deep cleavage between them. “That was Jim. Would you care to explain to me why you are registered in Nigeria as being married?” she asks in a very stern voice. She looks quite angry. “He is a racist. He does not like me because I am black. Do not worry, sit here beside me and let me fondle your tits” I tell her.

She refused to sit, standing over me with that sexy fleshy landscape dangling in front of my face. “Don’t give me that. Jim is a good man. There are so many lies coming of of your mouth, I’ve a good mind to wash out your mouth” she scolded. The sight of those wobbling tits had made me rock hard again. “Heh heh heh. Come on, lets make love” I cupped her massive tits in my hands. “Cor they are more than an handful, like my cock. Heh heh heh”. She straightened her back and brushed away my hands angrily. “Stop groping me. Sometimes I think that’s the only thing you see in me” she accused. “Heh heh heh I love you Paula heh heh heh” I told her standing up and reaching for that magnificent cock-stirring frontage.

She intercepted my hand and pulled it away. “Stop it!” she commanded as she held my arm out to one side. I couldn’t even move it! Those thick fat arms are surprisingly strong, it was like my hand was stuck in dried concrete. I was forced to stare at her face as I tried not to wince as her short stubby fingers crushed my hand with a fierce grip. The broad face with chubby cheeks, sagging neck and a high forehead from which her short greying hair flowed parted in the middle. “You will tell me the truth. Are you using me? Are you already married?” she asked. Paula has quite a low-pitched voice, not quite husky but somewhere close. It’s quite sexy and feminine. “I love you Paula and want to marry you, heh heh heh” I replied.

“Really?” she muttered and thankfully released my hand. “Yes, yes. Of course I do” I murmured as I tried to massage some life back into it. “Do you really love me, or do just love these?” her voice made me look up. My big cock lurched and I had to swallow hard. The short fat mature English woman had taken off her blouse and was standing in front of me only wearing a skirt and bra. My cock stiffened to it’s full 14 inches and throbbed at the incredibly sexy sight of a very well endowed woman whose big wide dangling breasts were barely contained by a black lacy bra that looked stretched to capacity. Do you want a cock like mine? You can add 3 inches ovenight. Remind me to tell you how later, heh heh heh. “That bra looks like it will break at any moment under the strain. Heh heh heh” I told her unable to tear my eyes away as my cock beat harder with the glorious sight. I reached for the zip on my trousers to release my mighty proud beast. “No!” she commanded so strongly that I instantly obeyed.

Strangely Paula lifted her arms bent upwards at the elbow on either side of her body with her fists clenched. It was such an unexpected thing for a short fat woman to do with her large chubby hands, thick podgy forearms that sloped out from a thick wrist to an even thicker girth of soft podgy white flesh. But that was nothing compared with her tremendously thick upper arms, they were almost as fat in girth as her face was wide. It was like she was trying to flex like a muscle man and it looked silly. I opened my mouth to flatter her when a large thick solid looking mass grew on the top of her upper arm. “Feel it. Go on feel how hard it is” she demanded, but I was more interested in her giant tits. It was like her tits had risen like freshly baked dough into two huge balloons sitting firmly on her chest. Two perfect rounded mounds rising so high up her chest that her nipples were almost out of her bra. “Oh Paula, marry me today. They are amazing” I said in astonishment reaching out for her tits.

Once more she grabbed my hand away and this time held onto it as she flexed again, this time using just the arm that clasped my hand. “I said feel my arm not my breasts” she said angrily. I watched with a sense of intimidation as the thick swelling mass on her upper arm rose again this time looking even harder than before. “Feel it!” she commanded so fiercely that I jumped to obey. Tentatively I placed my palm on top of her arm and was shocked by how big and solid that mass was. “Solid muscle. I got tired of being grossly overweight and decided to do something about it” she told me. I removed my hand like it had received an electric shock. Biceps, she had biceps beneath those thick flabby arms. She looked at me as though she knew what I was thinking. “Scared now are you? And so you should be” she said then released my hand. She began to flex her arms again and again, each time they seemed to get harder and that mass on the top more solid. Not fat, big solid arms with huge biceps. I was staggered, I’d never realised that this short fat woman had such big muscles! Finally she just held her arms flexed and stared at me. “Big aren’t they” she smiled. Dear Lord, they were truly massive. It made me feel so inadequate and weak looking at the huge solid peaks of dense muscle that had grown on Paula’s arms. Two absolutely enormous biceps that looked terrifyingly powerful. Even her forearms, which I had thought, were fleshy seemed hard, firm and massive. My cock deflated in terror. I am not a weak man, but the size of her biceps looked bigger than most men’s.

“I ur must be going” I stammered and turned to go. Unfortunately she was between the door and me. “No” she said and grabbed my hands with each of hers and pulled my arms wide. “You are not running away until I get the truth out of you” she told me. A terrible strength pressed against my arms and I realised with horror that she had engaged me in a trial of strength. A very fat short woman with huge biceps was trying to outmuscle a much taller man half her age! The thought of it would have seemed ridiculous until a few moments ago but now I found myself struggling with the short buxom woman unable to push back or budge her thick solid arms at all. She laughed. She actually laughed at me as she turned her hands towards the floor and began to force me down against all my efforts to stop her. “Look at you. Weaker than a mother of three and a grandmother to two” she mocked as my legs began to buckle as the irresistible strength forced me towards the floor. Argh no this was so humiliating, being forced to my knees by a mere woman. I pushed back with all my might and still my legs continued to buckle under the strain. My face came level with her chest but even the sight of so much sexy female bosom failed to take my mind of my embarrassment. “Are you afraid of me now that you know I am stronger than you?” she asked as I struggled to stop sinking to my knees like a little boy. “No, no” I lied panting with useless exertion. “Then I’ll give you something to be afraid of” with that bent back my fingers sharply until I thought they would break. “Argh argh argh” yelping with pain like an injured puppy the seriously overweight mature woman forced me down to my knees with shocking ease then let me drop to my hands.

“Men like to kid themselves that they are strong but it is women who are the stronger sex” her voice came from above. I looked up to see her looking down at me with her hands on her extremely wide hips and the large wide shelf of an over-stuffed bra hovering over me. As I stood I couldn’t help stare at her proud outthrust bust. Cor her tits really drove me wild. “I let you win, heh heh heh. You bent my fingers that was very bad, heh heh heh” I said. “Oh so you still think that you are stronger than me?” she asked. “Of course! I am a man” I said proudly. “Prove it” she said. I did not expect that and did not know what to say. “Come on, prove it. Arm-wrestle with me” she said. “I, I do not want to hurt you” I said with the disturbing memory how solid those arms had looked and how she forced me to my knees. Suddenly she cupped her tits, the large mounds of soft flesh overflowing in her hands. “Show me that you are a man and you can have these” she told me. “Oh yes please” I moaned. “Good then arm-wrestle me” she said. That wasn’t what I had meant but it was too late now.

She cleared a small wooden coffee table and waited for me to sit on the floor next to it. “Heh heh why don’t we make love instead of this eh?” I chuckled as she knelt opposite me and placed her right elbow on the table. She didn’t answer, she just nodded with her eyes pointing to her arm. “Oh well. If you want to be beaten by a man” I sighed theatrically and put down my right arm. We clasped hands with our forearms pressing against each other at the wrist. Once more I was shocked by the firm grip she had. “After three... 1, 2, 3”. Suddenly a mighty force was exerted against my forearm and my hand shook as I tried to press back. Her grip was intense making my hand ache but I dared not complain. Concentrating hard, I pushed back as much as I could as our forearms remained upright, trembling with the mighty forces that flowed through them. “Are you ready to start yet?” her voice broke my concentration. This time there was no mistake as a large solid mountain of flesh swelled on top of her thick arm. A powerful irresistible pressure flowed through her forearm moving my hand slowly back towards the table. Try as I might, there was nothing I could do to stop her pressing my arm down, she was too strong. A fat old woman who was stronger than I was, I couldn’t believe it. She had bent my arm down to about 45 degrees when. SLAM! She slammed my hand into the table with a frightening surge of power that scared me silly. That was too much to expect a grown man to handle. Being out muscled by your girlfriend who is very fat, short and twice your age. “I ur must be going now” I said hurried, getting to my feet. “Oh don’t you want to make it best out of three?” she asked sarcastically. No, I did not. I knew that her arms were too strong for me and that she would beat me easily.