Overtime - Talk About Late-Hour Perks?
By The Calffan - Calffan@hotmail.com Comments and suggestions welcome?.

I was sitting in one of the bathroom stalls, relieving myself before leaving, after another late 
night at work. There had been too many for me lately, since my department instituted a new 
billing system which was driving everyone insane. I needed a break. 

I was checking the latest muscle girl sites on my phone, as I always do, when I heard a subtle, 
subdued moan. I thought I was alone in the bathroom, not hearing anybody else and I'd been 
in there for at least 15 minutes. I knelt down, looking to my right, then my left, and was 
startled by what I saw. There were two sets of feet; one set, a man's and the other, stocking 
clad and shoeless, the feet of a woman. 

"Ohhh! Ohh Mmmyy Lorrdd!", I heard the guy moan. It sounded like Steve, my supervisor. 

"Shh... not too loud, honey," his partner softly admonished him. 

"I'm sorry, but it... feels... so...Uhhhh! Arrgh!" 

"Ohhh Yesss! Feels good, doesn't it? I bet your little woman can't do this, can she?" Steve just 
moaned and moaned. I had a feeling what was going on, but had to see for myself. 

Even though my business was done minutes earlier, I didn't flush, fearing I would be 
discovered. Besides, I was enjoying the action, my cock throbbing in my boxers. I snuck out of 
my stall and tiptoed just outside of the stall where Steve and his guest were gettin' busy. I 
knelt down, quiet as a church mouse and peeked into the stall. 

My heart stopped cold! I couldn't make out anything other than a set of enormous, muscular 
calves sandwiched around Steve's dick. The woman was doing calf raises; a lot of calf raises. I 
couldn't make out the tip of Steve's dick, as her calves were way too large to see it. I don't 
think any guy has a cock long enough to make it to the other side of her lower legs. I did, 
however, make out a stream of cum running down the back of them. Steve's moans of ecstasy 
-- and, I thought, pain -- hit their crescendo as she hit the apex of her calf raise. I stared, 
dumbfounded by the sight. 

After at least 100 reps, "poor" Steve couldn't take it any longer and let out a massive stream 
of cum, no longer able to keep his voice down. "Arrgh! Arrgh! Owww! Oh my god! It hurts! 
Please! Please!" Steve pleaded with her, his voice cracking, obviously pain-wracked. The raises 
stopped. 

"Poor baby, do you need a break? Am I too much for you? These little legs of mine too much 
for you, stud?" She was enjoying this. Steve, no doubt overcome with lust, fear and confusion, 
whispered softly, "Please... don't stop."  

"You like the pain on your dick, don't you? I knew you would. Couldn't take your eyes off of 
these, could you, honey? OK, remember, you asked for it." She began her raises again. Steve 
sobbed as his partner assaulted his dick. I snuck back in my stall as quiet as I could and began 
beating myself like my life depended on it. For another 15 minutes, Steve sobbed, begged, 
moaned and yelled his way to yet another orgasm. As did I. I never thought I would ever 
receive, much less witness, an actual calf job, but it was sexier, more erotic and more 
frightening than I ever imagined it would be. 

"That was... what the... my lord! They're so hard... look at my dick! It's black and blue! What 
did you do to it?" Steve sounded visibly upset and afraid, probably because he didn't want his 
pretty new fianc? to find out what he was up to. Around the office Steve was a big-time flirt, 
but I wasn't aware of any indiscretions on his part.

"Did you like it? Judging by the cum on my stockings, I'm going to say, 'yes, you did'. I loved it, 
and doing what I did to your dick, Steve. Nothing like a good calf-fucking to end my night. I 
told you they were hard as fucking steel, hun." 

How do you tell your girlfriend, wife, or significant other you can't fuck because some muscle 
chick mangled your dick in her calves? I still had no idea who the mystery woman was. "You 
had better hide that thing from your little girlfriend of yours, until the bruising and swelling 
goes down, hehe!" 

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Steve seemed miffed. 

"I'm sorry, baby. I did get a little carried away, but in my defense, you have a big dick, Steve. I 
just don't come across many cocks big enough to satisfy my gigantic legs. Now be a good boy 
and suck my calves while I do another 150 calf raises." 

At this point, she pulled off her stockings and tossed them on the floor in front of my stall. The 
silence was deafening, save for the mystery woman's moans of pleasure as Steve sucked on 
her raises-bloated calves. I don't know what was turning her on more, Steve's worship or the 
raises. "Thank you, baby...  that was great. I may have use for you after all." 

"I gotta, go. Will I see you again?" 

"We'll see. For now, go get an ice pack for that dick. I'm going to stop by the gym and work my 
legs before going home. Thanks for the warm-up!" 

The door closed and I was alone again. This whole experience totally overwhelmed me and I 
took about 5 minutes to collect myself before leaving. My shorts were completely soaked with 
my jizz. Finally regaining my composure, I pulled my pants up, reached to flush and was shell-
shocked for the second time tonight. 

"Did you enjoy the show?" She was still here. I froze. "Come on out, honey."

I stepped out of the stall and almost fainted, my senses overcome by the sight before me. I 
had no idea who she was, but she was drop-dead gorgeous... and muscular. Very muscular, 
from head to toe. She was sitting on the sink, her huge thighs spread mightily against the 
porcelain, larger than anything I imagined a woman could possess. I traced those imposing 
quads down to relatively small kneecaps, which swelled to calves of inhuman proportions. I 
stared, slack-jawed at the female colossus, who simply smiled, her eyes focused directly on my 
own.  She had an olive-colored skin, light hazel eyes and jet-black hair, which cascaded to just 
above her waistline. She was so pretty; I couldn't take my gaze away from her face. 

When I did, I was treated to the visual of mountainous traps (which made me for a moment 
wonder how any type of woman's blouse would fit). Those inhuman shoulders flowed into 
muscle-bloated horseshoe-shaped (and sized) triceps and outstandingly overdeveloped biceps 
and forearms. I could have sworn her forearms were larger than my biceps. I knew for sure 
her calves were far bigger than my thighs and her thighs easily dwarfed my waist. Only in 
female muscle artwork had I ever seen the level of size and development equal to this mystery 
muscle woman. 

With every breath, her cobblestone abs heaved and relaxed, drawing my gaze to them in a 
trance. She just smiled. She then began pumping her pecs, making those muscle-tits jump, 
milking more and more female beef for her voyeur, and then snapping them hard. When 
those pecs snap-flexed, my dick spasmed. The cavernous cleavage formed was an absolute 
spectacle, something I still can't describe. Through the fabric, I could discern the thickest 
nipples I'd ever seen. She curled a muscular finger, a "come hither" look on her flawless face. 

Finally breaking my trance after what seemed an eternity, my senses returned and I stepped 
forward, accepting what was before me was real. She grabbed my wrists, pulling me tight, and 
spinning me around at the same time. One brawny forearm wrapped around my neck while 
her beer-keg thighs laced around my waist. Involuntarily, my hands went first to her arm, then 
legs as she began crushing me. I could barely breathe and already my ribs were on fire. I could 
hear a seductive "Mmmm," from behind. 

I tried to pry her thighs from around my middle, already knowing it was a futile attempt. There 
was no way I'd unlock those legs of hers, so I began fondling her thighs and locked calves. She 
didn't say a word and simply squeezed harder. I didn't know how much my ribcage could take. 

"This is a one," she breathed sensuously, biting and licking my ear. Her lips were surprisingly 
soft, something I hadn't considered. My dick was jumping in my trousers, despite the unreal 
levels of pain she was inflicting on me. 

'My God, this is a one?' I thought to myself, trying to arch my back, hoping to alleviate some of 
the pain wracking my body. I wasn't working. There was no way I could speak or beg for 
release, as her arm still coiled around my throat seemed to be getting larger by the minute. 

"I loved fucking up Steve's dick with my calves, but I rrreallly love crushing", she moaned, 
increasing her thigh pressure to what she announced was a "two". Despite the pain, I didn't 
want this dream to stop. I accepted the reality that she was probably going to kill me in this 
bathroom and I was powerless to stop her. I increased the fondling of her legs, which were 
steel hard and smooth as silk. 

Suddenly, the pistons opened, allowing me to take in some much needed air. I collapsed to 
the floor, convulsing, gasping like a fish out of water as she stood over me, laughing. In a swift 
motion, she reached down, pulled down my pants and freed my dick from my boxers. It 
sprang up like a jack-in-the-box. I welcomed the relief. 

My muscle goddess sat back up on the sink again, hitting a double-biceps pose. "Worship me, 
Alan." 

How did she know my name? I still had no idea who the hell this woman was. How could I 
forget someone like this? 

I simply obeyed, reaching out and placing each of my hands on her muscle-engorged biceps. I 
ran my hands up and over her triceps, tracing down to those enormous forearms, stopping to 
marvel at just how big they were. I found her pencil-sized veins extremely sexy. My hands 
then traversed up to those traps. This couldn't be real. She then grabbed my face in two hands 
and kissed me hard, shoving her thick tongue down my throat. She squeezed my face hard as 
we kissed, me sucking on her long tongue as she ran it in and out of my mouth. 

"Sonya," she whispered as we kissed, my cheeks burning, nearly choking on her snake of a 
tongue. "My name's Sonya, Alan."  She released my face, probably so that I could respond. 

"How do you know me? Have we met before?" I was overwhelmed, turned on, scared shitless, 
confused... and more turned-on than I had ever been. 

"Later, Hun." She pulled me close again, guiding my hands to her muscular hips and down to 
her ass, if that's what I could call it. Like everything else about her body, it was unlike anything 
I'd ever seen. An ass that surpassed Brandi Mae Akers, Heather Policky and Jennifer Scarpetta, 
any of whom -- in my opinion -- have the best asses the world has ever seen. I placed my 
thumbs in the dimples in her ass and groped her glute meat as it danced. 

"Oohhh, Alan is an ass-man." She began swaying side-to-side, my hands glued to her granite 
ass like velcro. She turned to face the mirror, grabbed my wrists and slammed me into that ass 
of hers, guiding my cock into the crook of it. Spreading her cheeks with her hands, I wedged 
my dick into the channel formed by her muscular ass and humped like a man possessed. As I 
fucked her ass-channel, my hands roamed her hulking physique. 

"I must be dreaming," I whispered, still unwilling to believe what was happening. 

"You're not dreaming, Alan," Sonya whispered, tightening her glutes on my dick. Then she 
said, "I could rip your cock off if I wanted to, do you know that, Alan?" I loved the way she said 
"Alan". I couldn't take much more and I was squirting pre-cum on her back, which made Sonya 
giggle. She then crushed my dick again in her ass, protesting. "Not yet, Alan", Sonya said as 
she went up on her toes. 

I was fucking Sonya in the ass, my hands on her waist for balance as she did calf raises. Each 
time she hit her apex, my cock was inches away from popping out, only to get sucked back in 
when she stood flatfooted. Amazingly, we fucked to the tune of 350 calf raises, me ramming 
her ass as hard as I could. She simply moaned and purred, counting the reps as we went along. 
I would have cum a long time ago, but she tensed her glutes on my cock whenever she sensed 
an orgasm. Finally, I blasted off the largest wad of cum, as she reached orgasm at the same 
time, screaming as we climaxed together. 

Sonya bent down and her mouth engulfed my cock till her lips touched the base of my shaft. I 
could tell it was a bit of work for her, as I proudly have a really big and long dick. She bobbed 
up and down on my Johnson, bringing me to the verge of yet another orgasm in record time. 

I shouted, blasting off another load that Sonya slurped, licking the tip, devouring whatever 
bubbled to the surface. Any residual sperm was hungrily lapped up.  Realizing I was sucked 
dry, Sonya continued to lick the tip of my cock, reveling in my constant spasming. "God! You 
have a BIG cock, Alan! I love it!" I smiled. Finally, something this muscle beast struggled to do; 
take in my dick. I was proud of myself, but it was short lived, as Sonya wasn't done with me 
yet. 

This woman was insatiable. She again swallowed my cock, stroking and squeezing my balls. "I 
want more cum, Alan! You better get it up again for me, or I'll really give you the calf 
treatment." I shuddered as she began her rough dick-sucking, crushing my nut-sack. "Mmmm! 
I love this fucking dick! I think I've found my new boy-toy." Sonya slurped, between licks of my 
pulsating dick. Amazingly, I was harder than ever, my entire body on fire from the sex act 
being performed on me. I had no choice but to brace myself on Sonya's broad shoulders, as 
my legs were reduced to spaghetti. I simply could no longer hold myself erect. Sonya moved 
her hands down to my calves and began stroking and squeezing them, further enhancing my 
stimulated state. 

"You have nice calves, Alan. Do you work out?" 

"I... uhhh... doo... ohhh, Sonya!" I was losing it fast and Sonya's stroking of my calves brought 
me to yet another climax. "Uhhh! Uhhh! I'm cumming! Oh my GOD, I'm cumming." Sonya 
pulled off of my cock and took it in one hand as I spasmed, drinking my cum like a water hose. 
I wanted that in her pussy, to get between those legs, even if it meant broken ribs, which I'm 
pretty sure was what would happen. 

"Pleeease, Sonya! I... want... uhhhh! To... fuck... you!  Please!! Uhhhh!" 

"Not on the first date, hun. What type of muscle girl do you think I am? I might break you and 
don't want to give up that huge cock. You're even bigger than Steve and I like that. Do some 
calf raises, Alan." 

I began doing raises, which seemed silly, but Sonya liked fondling my calves. "You do have 
some nice calves, honey. You should keep working them. If you like, I'll be your personal 
trainer. At your place if you like. You can pay me in sperm." 

She then bent down and began licking my calves. Her tongue felt heavenly. I had completed 
about 50 raises when my calves started burning and I began slowing down. I wanted to stop. 
"Don't stop, Alan, you need to put some size on them." 

"Why, Sonya? I'm nowhere close to a muscle stud; why my calves?" 

"Mmmmm... I don't know, honey. Are you complaining?  Do you know how many people pay 
for what you're getting?" 

"No... uhh! I'm not... complaining?. Oooohh that... feels... good!" 

"I can't suck on my own calves and I need something to lick right now. When I'm done with 
you, this won't be the last time your calves will be worshipped, I promise you." Sonya ran her 
tongue up my leg and took my dick back in her mouth again. The sensation was so 
overwhelming, tears started welling up.

"It's about my pleasure, Alan, but I LOVE when people beg me." She stood up, grabbed the 
back of my head and shoved me to the floor. Guiding my face along her thighs, she ordered 
me to suck her cartoonish teardrops. I sucked huge mouthfuls, taking in as much quad meat as 
I could, as Sonya groaned her approval. I reached out for her calves, which were easily too 
large to fit both hands around one, so I simply stroked them, grazing my hungry hands over 
her pencil-sized veins. This close, her legs were frightening and erotic. She began her raises 
again. "Think you'll ever have legs like these, baby?" 

"No, Sonya, never. Oh... your calves!" 

"I'm glad you approve. I can do these for hours; does it show?" My cock was leaking, which at 
this point was extremely painful, but I didn't want this dream to end. 

"How many do you do?" I mumbled, alternating between Sonya's barrel-thick thighs and 
honeydew melon-sized calves. I licked the deep valley that ran from her kneecap to her 
ankles, which was cavernous when she went up as high as she could. 

"Hundreds... my legs never tire. They get tight, but there's no weight I can't do. I do 750 every 
morning, another 300 during my lunch break, and another 500 before bed. Of course, that 
doesn't include my calf-machine work... I do the entire stack." 

My dick was painfully hard and I shuffled forward on my knees, placing it between those neck-
crushing calves. Sonya obliged, slamming them shut on my cock. "Some people just don't 
learn, do they?" she said while squeezing so hard my entire body shuddered. 

Sonya repped out 50 lightning-fast raises, her legs tight on my cock. I closed my eyes and tried 
to endure the pain. I started screaming, which only made Sonya giggle. "Pussy can't handle my 
calves and you want those ribs between my thighs?" 

I couldn't speak, getting lightheaded from the pain being inflicted on my dick. I was ready to 
explode and Sonya noticed it, bending over and taking my dick and spraying my spunk over 
her lower legs. She took a step forward to the sink and went up on her toes. Spent, I crawled 
over and began licking my jizz from her calves. Sonya's gargantuan calves were so large, they 
seemed as big as my head. The sound of my slurping bounced off of the bathroom walls. "That 
feels sooo nice, Alan. You're good at this, have you worshipped a woman like me before?" 

"No... mmph... Sonya. Never." 

"You've got a good future as a muscle schmo, Haha!" Sonya stepped back and took my neck in 
her calves. Oh shit!

"Let's do some more calf raises. I really love doing them, don't you Alan?" Instantly, my neck 
was on fire, white-hot flashes of light passing over me as Sonya nonchalantly did her raises. 
Her cast-iron calves were cutting off my air supply and I began to panic. "Urrkk!" was all that I 
could muster. My head was spinning. 

"Any guy or gal who wants a muscle-fuck has to pass my initiation. If I don't kill you, you might 
get a chance to fuck me. Steve had his second session before I found you and that giant cock." 

While speaking, Sonya continued her calf raises and I realized she wasn't lying about them 
never getting tired. With the weights she puts on these legs, calf raises offer no real resistance 
at all. I was afraid she'd rip my dick off if this went on for much longer. She repositioned them 
onto the sides of my head and giggled. 

"Poor muscle-lusting lover, my little muscles too much for you? I'll take it easy on you, Alan. 
I'll only do 100 raises on your head." Easy wasn't the word that came to mind, as Sonya 
crushed my head in her steel rollers, cum leaking onto the sides of my face as she continued 
her up and down motion, grunting her inevitable orgasm. Despite the pain, I was stroking 
myself. "Suffer the ecstasy of my calves! Suffer you poor, weak, big-dicked schmo!" Sonya 
screamed her orgasm and squeezed my head so hard I passed out. 

I returned to consciousness about 10 minutes later and, after regaining my senses, looked 
around for Sonya. A sudden rush of nausea overcame me and I ran into the stall and threw up. 
Just then, I heard the bathroom door slam shut and ran out to see if Sonya was still there. My 
ribs, head, dick and feelings hurt, but I wanted more. Sonya was gone. Had I been dreaming? 
Did it all really happen? I was so confused and in excruciating pain. I sloped down to the floor, 
leaning on the wall, dick hard as steel.