The Bartender (Part 4) Disclaimer: This story contains adult material not suitable for children under 18. As we drove in her car my mind was swimming with thoughts about what had just happened. Sarah had just beat up over 20 large men in less than a minute. I never saw her hit anyone more than once. Every time she would hit someone they would drop and be out like a light. It ever appeared like she was pulling her punches as not to severly hurt someone. She was so fast and so powerful. It appeared that she never used any of her martial arts skill, just brute strength. She had done all of this to meet my fantasy. And now we are driving to her place and she is going to work out for me. As I look at her and her incredible body I was mezmorized by her. Her beautiful blond hair falling on the most incredibly muscular shoulders. Her arms looked so pumped from her fight with these men. Her nipples were hardening again as she knew I was watching her. She touched my thigh with her strong beautiful hand and stroked it. "What are you thinking about, loverboy?" she asked. "I was thinking about what you just did back there. It was incredible. You beat up over 20 men in under a minute. And you did it all to fulfill my fantasy. . .wow!" I said. "I told you I am a pleaser. . .I love to please the ones I love. Be thinking about what you want me to do for my workout routine. . .and then be ready for me to workout on you, cutie," she said. We drove up to this large gate. It was a security gate of some kind. The gate opened and we drove up this long driveway. Then I saw this huge mansion. It was the largest house I had ever seen. Was this her house? Could she be rich too? "I hope the house doesn't intimidate you. My protection business has done very well. But I want to be honest with you. I made my money fighting full contact over in Taiwan," she said. "Full contact? Against other women?" I asked. "No silly. I fought 121 times. . .only against men. I have never lost a fight. Did you ever see the movie Blood Sport?" she asked. "Yes. . .didn't they sometimes fight to the death in that movie?" I asked. "Yes. So did I. I hope that doesn't bother you. I was quite an attraction. But the money was very good. I made over $5 million a fight. That's how I got started with the protection business. When I annouced my retirement, alot of Asian businessmen asked me to be their bodyguards. I thought that would be a great way to make a living. So I did that for a while. I also invested my money very wisely and now I have a net worth of over $3 billion," she said. "Wait a minute. Go back a second. This is all so hard to digest. So you have fought 121 men. And you never lost a fight? How many of those men did you kill?" I asked. "As many as I needed to to win. It was really very unfair as you witnessed tonight. 20 men at once are no match for me. Although these men I fought were the most deadly martial artists in the world, they were no match for me. I think I used my martial arts in two fights. The rest I just used my incredible strength. That's what the crowds wanted to see anyway. They came to see this incredibly muscular, blond amazon beat up men with just her awesome strength," she said. "And you are a billionaress also?" I asked. "Yes I am sweetie. You are out on a date with a 6'4" 325lbs muscular beyond belief billionaress who just protected you from 20 men. As I recall that was one of your fantasies. Now you are going to see this same woman lift alittle weights," she said with a wink. She lead me through her mansion until we reached this large room. She opened the door and the room was filled with all sorts of equipment. The weights on all the bars looked huge. There were also heavy bags hung from the ceiling. She picked me up under my armpits and lifted me to her lips and kissed my passionately again. I was hard immediately. She took my shirt off and said, "I want to borrow this for a few minutes. Get comfortable and I will be right back." Two minutes later she walked back in. She was wearing my shirt but it looked ridiculous on her. I wear 2XL shirts because I like things lose on me. On her my shirt looked like it was about to rip off her incredible body. She had on bikini bottoms and 6" platform heels. She was my vision of lust. Everything looked huge. "Let me start with a warm-up baby," she said. She walked over to the bench and laid down. The bar had 10 plates on each side. She easily lifted it up and did 20 reps. If they were 45lb plates, she had just lifted almost 1000lbs. "Watch this," she said. She flexed her enormous body and my shirt ripped right off her body. She was standing there with just her bikini bottoms on. I was weak at the knees. She looked so sexy and so strong. "How much weight was that, Sarah?" I asked. "How much do you think it was cutie?" she asked. "1000lbs?" I said. She laughed and said, "If those were only 45lb plates you would be right cutie. . .but those are 200lb plates. . .you do the math." "Its your turn, loverboy. I want you to try and press this," she said. In front of me was a bar with no weights on it at all. I asked her if she only wanted me to military press the bar. She said yes. So I stepped up to the bar thinking that this would be easy. I lifted up and I couldn't bunch it. I know I am not this weak, I thought. "What's wrong sweetie? Having alittle problem with that little old thing? Here, let me put some weights on there for you," she said. She proceeded to place 20 200lb plates on each side. Then she casually lifted the weight with just one hand over her head for 20 reps. "I don't understand Sarah. I can usually do at least 135lbs. But I couldn't even budge this bar," I said. "You cute thing you. I told you I had to have special weights. This bar weighs 300lbs. It has to to hold all the weight I have on it," she said. My penis was throbbing. My fantasy woman had just lifted more weight than I thought possible. She had put on my shirt and had ripped out of it by flexing for me. Now she was coming over to me with this look on her face. The look of a tigress. "Are you excited yet, sweetheart?" she asked. "Oh yes!" I said. She picked me up in her arms and cradled me like a baby. The next thing I knew I was in her bed. She took off her bikini bottoms and stood at the foot of the bed. She then started flexing her body for me. Although it was alot different than a bodybuilder would do. . .it was more like an exotic dance. Her muscles were exploding all over her body. She could see that I was so excited. And I could tell that she was so excited also. Her pussy was actually dripping wet. Then she came over and grabbed my ankles. She lifted me off the bed until she held my ankles high above her head. The next thing I knew I felt like my penis hand been placed in a hot tub. I realized barely that she was giving me a blow job. Although I had never had a blow job like this before. Every time I would feel like I was about to explode she would tighten down and prevent me from doing so. Then she laid me back down on the bed and she straddled my body. She lowered her juicy pussy onto my penis. She was so wet and hot. I touched her hardened nipple of her right breasts and she gasped in excitement. She began to move faster and fast. I looked at her body and it looked unreal. Her muscles were flexing everywhere. She was so hard, yet so soft as well. Faster and faster she moved. But it was like her pussy was holding my penis, not letting me cum. Until all of a suddened she screamed and I felt her pussy explode into one orgasm after another. Then I came. . .and came and came. It was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced. "That was incredible!!!" I whispered. "Yes it was! You are such a sensitive lover. I am going to love exploring and fulfilling your every fantasy!" she said. "I am falling in love with you," I said. "It's about time sweetie. I was in love with you the first time I ever saw you. Now. . .if I did a little exotic flexing for you, do you think I could get you hard again loverboy?" she asked. I already was!!! To be continued. . .