Obsession by GJ Dear readers: This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead, settings, or other story elements are strictly coincidence. I hope you enjoy. Obsession Have you ever had a burning desire? It is so red hot, that it permeates your very being. Some might call it a "passion". Others might call it a "fetish" I prefer to call it an "Obsession". You know what I am talking about. You wouldn't be reading this if you did not understand my premise. It's like when you walk down the street. What do you first look at when you see a "hot" woman pass by? Is it her breasts? Or perhaps her glutes? For me it is her muscles. That's what draws me to her. So I will talk about My obsession. My gut feeling is that it is yours too. Secretly, I have always been stirred by strong, powerful, dominant women. They had to have the requisite muscles of course, but it was much more. It was "Attitude". For several years I "worshiped" these women from afar, such as on the internet, buying their cd's or occasionally meeting one or two in a gym setting. Then I came into some money. Right then and there I decided I wanted to meet someone who fit my specifications exactly. She had to be at least 5'10, 180lbs, 18 bis/calves, 45"chest and 30" quads. That do any thing for you, dear readers? If not supply your own numbers to the equation. Living in a large urban area, I began to spread some money around.....in video parlors, gyms, and martial arts schools. I had this overwhelming "fire" burning in my soul...in my loins. I had to meet the muscle woman of my dreams. After a couple of weeks, I got a call from a video owner who hooked me up with a woman who was damn close to my ideal type. She was a boxing champ as well. Her next fight was that very night. She only fought men and her record was 80 wins, 0 losses. She took delight in beating her opponents until they were unrecognizable pieces of broken flesh and bones. She loved to call them her pizza pies because that's what they looked like with their face bashed in. I took great pains with my grooming before I left for the arena. I am no slouch myself. I am 6' tall and 180 lbs. Leaving my new apartment, I checked one last time. Yes, I looked great. Riding to the fight, I could feel my dick twitch with anticipation. I wanted to save it for the real thing. Cutting across cross town traffic, my cab pulled up in front of the arena right on time. I tipped the driver handsomely and entered the place where I wanted my desires fulfilled. I did not have long to wait. Timing it just so, I walked in for the main event. The prelims were over. Suddenly the lights darkened and the fighters entered. The challenger was named Domingo. He was my size but ripped. He had a cocky look about him validated by the tattoos that adorned his body. His record was 50 wins and 0 losses. Then SHE appeared. Oh my god, perfection. Seeing her face, her huge arms, those steel like quads...the ripple of her eight pack abs....oopsss I shot my first load. She resembled a famous German bodybuilder, often seen on fibofoto, with over 17" biceps (ok you are looking that one up I bet.)This woman was over 200 lbs as well. As she entered and was introduced, the crowd went wild. I saw several guys with their coats over there legs busy playing with themselves. Several women were doing the same as well. Soon after the fighters were given their instructions, they shook hands and waited for the first round bell to ring. As they passed by each other, Gretchen( that was her name), said in an accented, rich , strong, confident voice, "Oh little man, I am meeting some friends very soon so I will have to rearrange your face very quickly. I would really like to take my time with you, but not tonight. When you get out of intensive care, come see me again, ok?" Then she took her fist and playfully tapped his jaw with her mammoth knuckles. Domingo shot back with, "Fuck you you cunt, I will destroy you . Bitch!" Ding a ling.......the two fighters approached each other. When he got within striking distance, Gretchen hit him once on the left side of his jaw with a right cross, CRACKKKKKKK and once on the right side of his jaw with a left hook, BOOOOMMMM. Then she dropped her hands and waited. The heavily muscled tattooed opponent stood there out on his feet. His mouth began to expand and grow, like someone playing a trumpet...cheeks distended. Gretchen sexily walked back to her corner and picked up a stainless steel container. Slowly walking back, she flexed her huge arms and made them dance. The crowd went nuts. Walking up to her once good looking opponent, she placed the container below his face and tapped his jaw with just one finger. Suddenly a torrent of blood and teeth flew out. As they hit the container everyone in the now hushed audience could here the ping, ping , ping of those extracted broken teeth hitting the metal walls of their new home. They began to count in unision, 1, 2, 3, .......32. God she had punched out all his teeth with just two punches. His jaw seemed to be broken in at least six places as well. When all had been extruded from his ruined mouth, she said, "Thank you for depositing those here...I am going to take them and have them bronzed and framed as a trophy of our meeting. Turning back, shaking her amazing ass she reached her corner and yelled, "You may fall down now." And he did...shit ...he did. He fell backwards... out cold. At exactly that point in time, I felt myself shutter and a torrent of thick molten goooo filled my underwear. I didn't care ... this was amazing. I had to meet her at any costs. After I had calmed down somewhat... although not entirely , I sent my card with a little note asking to meet her. Passing it to her ring man, I waited for a response....and I waited and waited and waited some more. Just when I was turning around, about to leave, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning fast, expecting to see someone else...There she stood... a vision of beauty and power. My vision began to get blurry and Gretchen could see I was in a bad way. Lifting me up into her arms, she carried me back to her dressing room and gently laid me down on her massage table. She got some smelling salts and popped it under my nose. Soon I had regained my composure. As I did I could smell her scent, her heady arms exuded a sheen to them and I could, no I wanted to sniff under those arms and lick her muscles clean. My dick wanted to do that too cause it shot up like an ICBM just launched out of Vandenburg. Smiling down at me, Gretchen leaned in and said, "Oh did I make you faint, darling? Most men do you know." I stammered, "Yes....everything about you stirs me. I want to spend time with you, take you out to dinner, to museums, walks in the park, all those things. I also want to have you use me any way you want, any time any place. I want to feel those fists as they work me over. If you break me, I will mend. I have the best doctors in the world. You will be my Queen and I will give you anything your heart desires....trips to Paris , Rome, the Greek Isles, jewelry, cars, furs...you name it." I begin to kiss her still bloody fists. Gretchen looked down at me thinking intently.......wondering if I was for real......was I only after her insanely hot bod or did I actually mean what I said. She bent down and kissed me deeply. As she did, she put my hands on her huge biceps and as she frenched me. She coincided that with her flexing. Look out, here she blows......another gusher shot out. Oh I was getting light headed again. Shaking her head, as if her mind was made up, she lifted me by my hair and placed me on her now vacant speed bag hanger. "Let's see if you truly mean what you say, then we will see." With that she began hitting me with powerful face shots. With each one, I could hear my bones breaking, jaw, eye sockets, cheek bones, teeth turning to dust. Gretchen turned me into a tomato paste dispenser. It shot out all over everything...and still she continued humming some German song as she beat me to a pulp. When she was done, she checked my underwear and sure enough I had come again. Lifting me off the hook with one huge arm, she dropped my unconscious, broken body to the floor and sat down on my ruined face. Her ass scent brought me around and she ordered me to clean her very sweaty asshole . I spent an hour doing that, cumming several times more. Then I cleaned her wet, fragrant pussy until she filled my face with her scalding vaginal juices. Eventually I passed out again. Life had changed forever after that. I was in heaven. Oh I forget to tell you. Gretchen had an obsession too. She wished to be a very wealthy widow. Her obsession was eventually fulfilled through the use of her man killing fists. It looked like a car accident....I must have been going terribly fast and I went right through the windshield. Poor, poor me.