Be Careful What You Wish For   
by BPJ 
Business man searching for a female muscle encounter gets more than he handle.

This story follows the old adage "Be careful what you wish for, you just might
get it." I have had a secret attraction for female muscle for many years.
Being married it was a desire I could only indulge through internet sites such
as this one. A recent business trip to Singapore, however, presented me with
what I thought was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Just by chance the hotel
where I was staying, was at the same time playing host to international
women's bodybuilding and fitness competitions. Needless to say I was extremely
excited at the prospect of being able to view up close female bodybuilders and
fitness competitors from around the world.

My excitement made going to work and concentrating on what I needed to get
done next to impossible, but it was all worth it once I returned to my hotel
and was able to encounter female muscle like I have never seen before. Viewing
the many beautiful women and their exquisite bodies, however, made me hungry
for more, and I craved physical contact. I looked for opportunities to meet
with these women in a social situation by frequenting the hotel's nightclub.
Although I am fairly attractive, successful, and in decent shape (6ft. tall,
170 lbs.), I have always been very shy about approaching women.

As luck would have it though on the second night at the hotel's nightclub I
noticed across the bar one gorgeous Asian woman sitting by herself on a couch
in an alcove. From my seat at the bar I had trouble getting a full look at her
but I could see she had beautiful tanned skin and the v shaped back and broad
shoulders of an athlete. I noticed that each time I looked over there she
would catch my eye and smile demurely. I decided this was my opportunity and
that I would screw up my courage and make a move. I ordered a fresh drink and
asked the bartender to bring over another of whatever she was having. I then
made my way over to where she was seated.

By the time I got over there my heart was almost pounding out of my chest
because of my nervousness and because close-up she was even more gorgeous than
I first thought. She looked to be young perhaps in her early twenties, but I
could not say for sure. She had black shoulder length hair that framed
perfectly her high cheekbones and big brown eyes that seemed to twinkle on
their own. Her lips were full and her teeth were perfectly straight and white.

I was so entranced by her facial features that it took me a while to notice
her body which was like nothing I have ever seen before, she was huge. She was
wearing a mini-skirt, a silk top and jacket. The first thing that hit me was
the size of her legs, which flared out from her skirt into huge masses of
striated muscle, it looked to me that one of her legs would be equal to both
of mine together. Even though covered by her jacket it was obvious that her
shoulders were also huge mounds of muscle. Her arms and shoulders spread out
wide covering half the couch she was sitting on. The other overwhelming
feature was her chest, which although very large did not require any support
from a bra, as could be seen from the clear outline of her nipples in the silk
material.

This huge amazon with the face of an angel began to giggle; obviously because
of my open mouthed staring. I eventually caught my senses enough to stammer
out the question "May I Join You". This big brown-eyed amazon smiled at me
without responding. I again said "do you mind if I sit down". She again stared
blankly as if trying to understand what I was saying. I finally understood and
said do you speak english, and she nodded her head no. I was heartbroken as I
saw all chances of getting to know her dashed. I smiled, apologized for the
interruption (although she did not understand), and began to walk away.

Just then I felt her hand surround my bicep and was jerked violently onto the
seat next to her. I was stunned and amazed by the sheer power with which she
exhibited in pulling me down onto the seat. Her dimensions now that we were
next to each other seemed all the more huge next to my slim frame. It was then
when I was sitting next to her that I began to feel very small and weak.
Although I was experiencing what had always been my fantasy, her obvious
dominance in strength and size gave me an uneasy feeling I never felt before.

I felt the need to gain some level of control over the situation so I tried to
introduce myself by placing my hand on my chest and saying "Brian". She smiled
and responded with a bright smile and in a sweet voice shyly said "Joan". She
then said something that I did not understand and extended her enormous flexed
leg in my direction. I stared at her blankly unsure what to do until she took
my hand and placed it on her leg. She smiled and said something else while I
began to rub her leg. It was like nothing I ever touched before; at the same
time her skin was silky smooth and soft but the underlying muscle felt like
the hardest steel which undulated with each tiny movement of her leg.

She then proceeded to unzip and remove both sleeves off her jacket, and then
she removed the remaining vest portion of the jacket. I surmised that she must
have some her clothes custom made to fit over her immense features. What was
revealed were incredibly defined biceps whose size was bigger than anything I
have ever seen in person before, on a man or woman. The view of her breasts,
now unobstructed by her jacket, hinted at the two perfect orbs, each as big as
my head, which strained in relief against the silk material of her top. As
with her leg, she again put my hand on her biceps and pumped them up to
increasingly harder and larger peaks. Although Joan's obvious dominance still
made me uneasy I was getting very excited, and becoming self-conscious of a
growing bulge in my pants. I could tell that Joan also had noticed it because
of her intermittent giggling and downward glances. I also noticed that her
wide eyes and facial expression suggested that she was very impressed.

Joan started to rub my member making it extend and push hard against my
trousers and was now very aggressively groping and rubbing up against me. I
tried to assume some control over the situation by initiating the contact with
her, but she would just brush my hands aside and easily manipulate my body
with her powerful arms. With every movement and touch her level of control
over me was apparent and I was beginning to feel uncomfortable at how this
appeared to others as the nightclub which was now beginning to fill up with a
lot more people. I could see out of the corner of my eye that people were
beginning to stare. I was now fully engorged and trying not to cum, and my
bulge was obvious to anyone viewing us.

I thought that if I could just slow her down maybe I could regain some
control. I tried to push away Joan's hand from my member with both of mine but
I could not budge her incredibly strong forearm, and worse yet she did not
even seem to notice my efforts. My fruitless struggle with the amazon only
drew more stares and whispers making me more uncomfortable. I commanded her to
stop and began to try to squirm out from under her hand. She seemed oblivious
as she continued to smile, sigh, and smother me with her affections. I
eventually spilled off the couch and onto the floor in front of her.

Joan stared at me with a puzzled look as if to say what happened. Joan, who
now appeared to be flushed with arousal herself, smiled and playfully used her
legs to lift me into a kneeling position between her immense thighs. She
locked me between her legs and smiled as she slowly squeezed her legs
together. I don't think she understood the power she possessed because,
although she looked completely relaxed, the slightest leg contractions were
causing me to experience immense pain and made it difficult to breath. I would
pound on her legs and try to pull them apart with absolutely no noticeable
effect.

Between squeezes when I could catch my breath I pleaded with her in english to
please let me go. She would just look down at me and giggle at my pathetic
efforts to free myself. Joan continued to use me to amuse herself for some
time, during which, Joan would talk to acquaintances that stopped by, or she
would drink her drink. She seemed to be thoroughly entertained by my struggles
and the contortions on my face as she would tousle my hair or make funny faces
back at me. By now I had already given up any effort to free myself, and my
eyes were tearing up with the pain and exhaustion caused by this young woman.
I also stopped caring how I looked to others in the nightclub, as I just
wanted to get out and get away. I began to look pleadingly at each person that
walked by for help, however, they either didn't notice or would just laugh.

Joan finally let me go when her girl friends showed up and she stood up to hug
and kiss them. Her friends like Joan were also Asian, beautiful, and very
muscular, although none were as big and strong as Joan was. After she released
me I fell to the floor in a heap and I was able to breath normally again, I
took the distraction of her greeting her friends as an opportunity to slip
away and be gone forever. But just as I had gotten to my feet and began
walking towards the exit I felt Joan's arms around my stomach. I fought
frantically to break free but she lifted me off the ground and began walking
back to the booth with her friends. I then realized that she was not only huge
but was also tall. I guessed that she must have been easily over 6 feet 5
inches tall. Along the way she easily adjusted me in her arms so that she was
cradling me like a baby and pressed up tight against her immense breasts. I
looked up at the beautiful amazon's face as she looked down at me and smiled,
and I then looked around at the nightclub guests, many of whom were staring at
this odd sight and laughing.

When we got back to the alcove Joan laid me across her lap and locked me
between her huge thighs so that my ass was up in the air and my face was in
the sofa. I was demoralized by the fact that during this whole series of
events I had been struggling to escape with all the power I could muster with
absolutely no effect. Joan then said something that made all of her friends
laugh. Her friend translated with a giggle 'that I was a naughty boy for
trying to get away and that I needed to be spanked.' Joan then proceeded to
pull down my trousers and smack my bottom with her open hand. She appeared to
do this with next to no effort, however, each strike sent searing hot pain
into my backside.

I could do nothing to break free and began pleading to be let go. As the
incredible pain and embarrassment of my situation mounted into unmanageable
levels I cried uncontrollable like a little child. Joan eventually let me go
and through her interpreter friend told me that I should behave myself from
now on. My embarrassment was increased further by the fact that during the
spanking my penis had again risen to its full size.

Joan noticing my erection, lifted me up and sat me on her lap with my pants
still around my ankles facing her friends, and again began to caress my bulge,
as her friends giggled or gasped with surprise. As I tried to regain my
composure and wiped tears from my eyes Joan's friends would take turns
grabbing, kissing, and caressing my huge member, or playfully wrestling and
sitting on me. From that point on I had essentially become a toy that Joan and
her friends would play with at will. They would put me in painful holds, lift
me up into the air, or push me into the ground and make me kiss there feet.
During this time they had also emptied my pockets of my wallet and hotel key
and were using my credit cards to by drinks.

One of Joan's friends looked at my drivers license and passed it around to her
friend. The friend that spoke english than asked me after reviewing my ID,
'how does it feel to be toyed with by girls less than half your age.' I looked
at her puzzled, I was 37 years old, which would mean that these girls were
only 18 years old. She read the questioning look on my face and said, 'that’s
right you are being woman-handled by girls that are freshman in high school'.
'She then added that Joan is still only 18, we are all part of a bodybuilding
club at school, and Joan is the president'.

Joan and her friends than decided it was time to move the party up to my hotel
room. Joan wrapped her immense arm around me tight and walked me out of the
bar, with two friends walking in front and one following behind. Joan squeezed
me so tight with her one arm that I could barely breathe let alone call out
for help. We walked out of the hotel's nightclub across the lobby to the
elevators with my feet barely touching the floor. The clerk at the hotel
counter, who had taken notice of the huge amazon accompanying me, only
responded with a 'good evening sir'. All I was able to do was look at him
pleadingly for help, but he had already turned his attention to another
customer.

Once we had arrived at my hotel room the girls really started to have there
fun. After they ordered champagne from room service they had me take off all
my clothes. They would then blast the radio, sing, dance, drink, and play with
me all night long. One of the girls had used her nylons as a leash and tied it
securely around my neck. They would then yank my leash and command me to crawl
around on all fours and please them one by one. While I was pleasuring one of
the girls to climax the other girls would pour champagne over each other and
lick it off of each other's muscular bodies. This continued late into the
night and although I was exhausted, my hard-on was still going strong, and I
ached for relief.

Every once in a while, I think just to demonstrate her power over me, Joan
would grab me around the waist and lift me up so that my engorged member was
level with her mouth. She would then playfully lick and tickle me until I was
on the verge and then stop. Holding my entire weight in her hands did not seem
to be any trouble at all and it appeared that this young girl could hold me
all day long.

Eventually two of Joan's friends left and it was just the three of us. Joan
carried me into the bed and began to rub her tremendous breasts and her
muscular body against me. She began to rub my huge cock against her now
extremely hot wet pussy. Joan knelt upright over me and began to lower herself
onto my huge member until she had taken me all the way in. Her friend then
centered her pussy over my face and proceeded to grind down on me, pinching my
nipples every time my tongue slowed. I could hear them kissing and moaning,
and screaming with pleasure, and felt myself reaching a crescendo of arousal
as Joan continued to pump violently up and down.

From the sound of Joan and her friend's screams it seemed that we all came at
approximately the same time, and that the orgasm seemed to last forever.
Joan's last friend then left leaving only me and the 18- year-old amazon. I
was spent, completely exhausted and only wanted to be left alone so I could
rest, I was hoping that she would finally release me from this night's long
torment. Joan however was unsatiable and continued to playfully manipulate my
nearly lifeless body, getting me hard and raping me time and time again. I
eventually blacked out from fatigue and woke up later that night locked in her
powerful arms. I attempted to pull her arms away and finally escape this sex
crazed teenage amazon, but even asleep, I was unable to have any affect on
her. I lay there sore from head to toe from the night's exertions, and thought
to myself whether my experiences have changed my muscle fantasies forever.