Chris wiped the sweat from his brow as he tightened the last bolt on Meredith’s kitchen sink. The old pipes had been a nightmare, but he’d managed to fix them without too much fuss. He stood up, stretching his back, and turned to find Meredith standing in the doorway.Meredith, a widow of 76 and drop-dead gorgeous, was dressed in a crisp white tennis outfit, the skirt short enough to show off her still-impressive legs. Her calves and thighs were thick and muscular, a testament to her years as a bodybuilder. The white socks she wore only accentuated their size, hugging her meaty calves like a second skin. Chris couldn’t help but stare, his mouth going dry.“All done?” she asked, her voice smooth and confident, with a hint of something else—something that made Chris’s stomach tighten.“Yeah, all set,” he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. “You shouldn’t have any more problems with the sink.”Meredith smiled, a slow, knowing smile that sent a shiver down his spine. “Good. Because now it’s time for my special request.”"Ummmm, what would that..." he started to say.Before Chris could react, the old woman stepped forward, her movements surprisingly quick for a woman her age. In one fluid motion, she wrapped her thick beefy arm around his head, bulldogging him to his knees by power and surprise, and quickly sitting on a kitchen charge and slamming her massive brown legs around his neck, locking him in a headscissors that left him gasping for air. Her thighs were like steel, unyielding and impossibly strong.“Wha—what are you doing?” Chris managed to choke out, his hands instinctively grabbing at her legs, though he knew there was no way he could break free.“Relax, sweetheart,” Meredith purred, her voice dripping with amusement as she leaned over his head to smile down at him, quivering her meaty thighs on his ears. “I just need a little… assistance with something.”She leaned back slightly, her thighs tightening even more, cutting off his air for a moment before loosening just enough for him to breathe. Chris’s heart was pounding, his body torn between panic and something else—something he didn’t want to admit.“You see,” she continued, her tone casual, as if this were the most normal thing in the world, “I’ve been working out all morning, and I’m feeling a bit… sticky. I need you to clean me up.”Chris’s eyes widened as he realized what she was asking. “You—you want me to—”“That’s right,” she interrupted, her voice firm. “You’re going to lick me clean. Every inch of me. Starting with my armpits.”Before he could protest, she shifted her weight, forcing him down onto the floor. Her legs never loosened their grip, keeping him trapped as she leaned over him, her armpit inches from his face. The scent of her sweat hit him like a wave, musky and intense, and he felt a strange mix of revulsion and arousal.“Go on,” she commanded, her voice low and husky. “Don’t be shy.”Chris hesitated for a moment, but the pressure of her thighs around his neck left him with little choice. He leaned forward, his tongue tentatively flicking out to taste her skin. The saltiness of her sweat filled his mouth, and he couldn’t help but groan, the sound muffled by her flesh.“That’s it,” Meredith murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction, balling up the huge bicep on that arm for him to see as he slurped her sweaty pit inches away. “Good boy.”She let him work for a few moments before shifting again, this time bringing her other armpit to his mouth, popping that bicep in front of him. Chris obeyed without hesitation now, his tongue lapping at her skin, the taste of her sweat becoming almost intoxicating, his licking more purposeful as he felt his cock thicken in his pants.When she was satisfied with his work on her armpits, Meredith moved on to her face; she spun him around to face her and bent her face to his with the edict, "Clean the sweat and goop from my nostrils, one at a time...do it, Chris, or these thighs will be the last you'll EVER be between!" He had to obey as she twisted his mouth to her face, forcing him to lick the sweat from her nose and then her ears. Chris’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—shame, arousal, and something else he couldn’t quite name. But he couldn’t deny the way his body was responding, his cock straining against his jeans.Finally, Meredith released him from the headscissors, but only long enough to strip off her tennis skirt and panties. She spread her legs wide, revealing her pussy and asshole, both glistening with sweat and something else—a thick, cheesy substance that made Chris’s stomach churn.“Now,” she said, her voice commanding, “clean me here. Eat my tasty cheese!!”Chris hesitated again, but the look in her eyes left no room for argument. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to taste her pussy first. The flavor was overwhelming, a mix of sweat and musk and something distinctly her. He gagged slightly but forced himself to keep going, his tongue exploring every fold and crevice, pulling in her pussy and ass goo and relishing the funky flavorMeredith moaned softly, her hand tangling in his hair as she guided him lower. "My ass, don't let it get lonely, Christopher," she cooed, directing his mouth to the damp, tangy pucker ringed by dark strands of wet hair. He lapped lustily, taste was stronger here, and felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he ingested tiny pieces of her shit But he didn’t stop, his tongue working diligently as Meredith’s moans grew louder as his passion mounted.When she finally pulled away, Chris was panting, his face slick with her sweat and juices. But Meredith wasn’t done yet.“Now,” she said, her voice low and commanding, “fuck me.”Chris didn’t need to be told twice. He fumbled with his belt, his hands shaking as he freed his cock. Meredith lay back on the floor, spreading her legs wide as he positioned himself between them. He thrust into her with a groan, her tightness enveloping him in a way that made his head spin.It didn’t take long for him to reach the edge, his orgasm crashing over him as he spilled inside her. But before he could pull away, Meredith’s legs snapped shut around his waist, trapping him in place.“Not so fast,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re not done yet.”Chris’s eyes widened as she shifted slightly, forcing him to stay inside her as she finally released her powerful legs from his waist but slid him down to her crotch and locked him in another headscissors. Her thighs pressed against his neck, cutting off his air as she leaned down to whisper in his ear.“Now,” she said, her voice low and husky, “eat your creampie.”

Chris fixed Meredith's kitchen sink and was then forced by her into a headscissors hold, where she commanded him to lick her clean. He licked her armpits, nostrils, ears, and then her pussy and ass, ingesting her sweat and bodily fluids. After that, Meredith ordered Chris to have sex with her, and then forced him to eat his own semen out of her pussy.

Chris wiped the sweat from his brow as he tightened the last bolt on Meredith’s kitchen sink. The old pipes had been a nightmare, but he’d managed to fix them without too much fuss. He stood up, stretching his back, and turned to find Meredith standing in the doorway.

Meredith, a widow of 76 and drop-dead gorgeous, was dressed in a crisp white tennis outfit, the skirt short enough to show off her still-impressive legs. Her calves and thighs were thick and muscular, a testament to her years as a bodybuilder. The white socks she wore only accentuated their size, hugging her meaty calves like a second skin. Chris couldn’t help but stare, his mouth going dry.

“All done?” she asked, her voice smooth and confident, with a hint of something else—something that made Chris’s stomach tighten.

“Yeah, all set,” he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. “You shouldn’t have any more problems with the sink.”

Meredith smiled, a slow, knowing smile that sent a shiver down his spine. “Good. Because now it’s time for my special request.”

"Ummmm, what would that..." he started to say.

Before Chris could react, the old woman stepped forward, her movements surprisingly quick for a woman her age. In one fluid motion, she wrapped her thick beefy arm around his head, bulldogging him to his knees by power and surprise, and quickly sitting on a kitchen charge and slamming her massive brown legs around his neck, locking him in a headscissors that left him gasping for air. Her thighs were like steel, unyielding and impossibly strong.

“Wha—what are you doing?” Chris managed to choke out, his hands instinctively grabbing at her legs, though he knew there was no way he could break free.

“Relax, sweetheart,” Meredith purred, her voice dripping with amusement as she leaned over his head to smile down at him, quivering her meaty thighs on his ears. “I just need a little… assistance with something.”

She leaned back slightly, her thighs tightening even more, cutting off his air for a moment before loosening just enough for him to breathe. Chris’s heart was pounding, his body torn between panic and something else—something he didn’t want to admit.

“You see,” she continued, her tone casual, as if this were the most normal thing in the world, “I’ve been working out all morning, and I’m feeling a bit… sticky. I need you to clean me up.”

Chris’s eyes widened as he realized what she was asking. “You—you want me to—”

“That’s right,” she interrupted, her voice firm. “You’re going to lick me clean. Every inch of me. Starting with my armpits.”

Before he could protest, she shifted her weight, forcing him down onto the floor. Her legs never loosened their grip, keeping him trapped as she leaned over him, her armpit inches from his face. The scent of her sweat hit him like a wave, musky and intense, and he felt a strange mix of revulsion and arousal.

“Go on,” she commanded, her voice low and husky. “Don’t be shy.”

Chris hesitated for a moment, but the pressure of her thighs around his neck left him with little choice. He leaned forward, his tongue tentatively flicking out to taste her skin. The saltiness of her sweat filled his mouth, and he couldn’t help but groan, the sound muffled by her flesh.

“That’s it,” Meredith murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction, balling up the huge bicep on that arm for him to see as he slurped her sweaty pit inches away. “Good boy.”

She let him work for a few moments before shifting again, this time bringing her other armpit to his mouth, popping that bicep in front of him. Chris obeyed without hesitation now, his tongue lapping at her skin, the taste of her sweat becoming almost intoxicating, his licking more purposeful as he felt his cock thicken in his pants.

When she was satisfied with his work on her armpits, Meredith moved on to her face; she spun him around to face her and bent her face to his with the edict, "Clean the sweat and goop from my nostrils, one at a time...do it, Chris, or these thighs will be the last you'll EVER be between!"

He had to obey as she twisted his mouth to her face, forcing him to lick the sweat from her nose and then her ears. Chris’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—shame, arousal, and something else he couldn’t quite name. But he couldn’t deny the way his body was responding, his cock straining against his jeans.

Finally, Meredith released him from the headscissors, but only long enough to strip off her tennis skirt and panties. She spread her legs wide, revealing her pussy and asshole, both glistening with sweat and something else—a thick, cheesy substance that made Chris’s stomach churn.

“Now,” she said, her voice commanding, “clean me here. Eat my tasty cheese!!”

Chris hesitated again, but the look in her eyes left no room for argument. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to taste her pussy first. The flavor was overwhelming, a mix of sweat and musk and something distinctly her. He gagged slightly but forced himself to keep going, his tongue exploring every fold and crevice, pulling in her pussy and ass goo and relishing the funky flavor

Meredith moaned softly, her hand tangling in his hair as she guided him lower.

"My ass, don't let it get lonely, Christopher," she cooed, directing his mouth to the damp, tangy pucker ringed by dark strands of wet hair. 

He lapped lustily,  taste was  stronger here, and  felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he ingested tiny pieces of her shit But he didn’t stop, his tongue working diligently as Meredith’s moans grew louder as his passion mounted.

When she finally pulled away, Chris was panting, his face slick with her sweat and juices. But Meredith wasn’t done yet.

“Now,” she said, her voice low and commanding, “fuck me.”

Chris didn’t need to be told twice. He fumbled with his belt, his hands shaking as he freed his cock. Meredith lay back on the floor, spreading her legs wide as he positioned himself between them. He thrust into her with a groan, her tightness enveloping him in a way that made his head spin.

It didn’t take long for him to reach the edge, his orgasm crashing over him as he spilled inside her. But before he could pull away, Meredith’s legs snapped shut around his waist, trapping him in place.

“Not so fast,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re not done yet.”

Chris’s eyes widened as she shifted slightly, forcing him to stay inside her as she finally released her powerful legs from his waist but slid him down to her crotch and locked him in another headscissors. Her thighs pressed against his neck, cutting off his air as she leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“Now,” she said, her voice low and husky, “eat your creampie.”

A 76-year-old ex-bodybuilder surprises her young handyman with a dominant request after he fixes her sink. The elderly woman, dressed in a revealing tennis outfit, traps him in a headscissors and forces him to perform an array of humiliating and intimate tasks, including cleaning her sweat-soaked body with his tongue. The power dynamic shifts as she demands he fuck her, and then traps him again to consume his own creampie from her pussy.

Meredith's Muscle Bound Surprise

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