My Karate Class By Intenseman Disclaimer: This story contains adult material not suitable for children. My name is Ken. I have been taking karate now for about a year. I started taking karate right after my divorce. I had been athletic in high school and college but had thrown myself into my career and gotten really out of shape. My ex-wife complained about my flabby physique. Taking karate has been very good for me. It has given me renewed confidence and I have lost about 30lbs. I am now 6'1" and weigh 190lbs. I usually attend class 4 times a week. Its a small class and everyone in the class has become pretty close. I went out of town for the weekend. When I returned to class on Monday we had a new female student. Her name was Nicole. There was something really different about Nicole. I really couldn't put my finger on what is was though. She had a really pretty face and bright smiley eyes. I noticed right off that all of the higher ranks seemed intimidated by her. She had on a really baggy uniform. I tried to make out the shape of her body but it was really difficult. One thing for sure, she was really broad and thick. She was about 5'8". I figured she must be kind of fat from how broad and thick she was. As we were stretching I introduced myself. "Hello. My name is Ken. It is good to have you in class," I said. "Hello Ken. My name is Nicole. Thanks for being friendly," she said. Her voice sounded really different. It was very sultry and deep sounding. I watched her as she stretched out and noticed that she was extremely flexible. One of my problems is that I am not very flexible. Watching her stretch amazed me. Here was this obviously overweight woman who was very flexible. I must have been staring at her. "I have always been very flexible," she said. "Wish I were. That is one reason I will never be very good at karate," I said. "I could help you become more flexible," she offered. "Thanks. That is very nice of you," I said. "You are welcome. Besides. . .you are cute," she said. I blushed. She was flirting with me. I usually liked taller woman. But there was a confidence about Nicole that I liked. Fact of the matter is I have always fantasized about meeting a very strong, athletic woman. Too bad she was fat. But she was nice and I like being flirted with. "Thank you. Would you like to go out for coffee after class tonight?" I asked. "Sure. That would be great," she said. We worked out hard all class. But I couldn't keep my mind off of Nicole. She looked like she had taken karate all of her life. She definitely didn't look like a beginner. In fact her kicks and punches were better than our head instructor who was a 5th degree black belt. How could she be so good? She is so big too. How could she be so flexible and fast? "You are really good!" I said. "Thanks. . .I have always been extremely athletic," she said. I went into the locker room to change. Greg, one of my fellow students came over to me and said, "Do you know what you are getting into with Nicole?" "She seems really sweet," I said. "You weren't here when she came in on Friday. She is freaky," he said. "She does seem very confident and athletic. . .but I like that," I said. "No man. . .I am talking about her body. . .she is freaky," he said. "Oh yeah. . .so she is really fat? I thought she looked big. . .but who cares. . .she seems really nice," I said. "No man. . .that's not it. . .its that," he said. "Ken? Are you in there? You ready to go hon?" Nicole called. "Yes. . .I'll be right out Nicole," I said. "Sorry Greg. . . I have to go," I said. I went and Nicole met me out front. I was disappointed to see that she was wearing an extremely baggy sweatshirt and baggy pants. She didn't look as fat but it was still too hard to tell what her body looked like. I noticed all my friends were looking at me kind of strange. It was like they were all concerned about me going out with Nicole. Even my instructor looked concerned and offered to go out with us for coffee. "That's nice but I would really rather go out with Ken alone if its ok with you," she told my instructor. "Would you like to go in my car?" she asked. "It doesn't matter. . .which ever," I said. She walked over to a Mercedes SUV and opened the door for me. "This is it, cute man," she said. "Nice car. . .you must have a great job," I said. "I do all right for a 26 year old female," she said. "I hope you like older men? I am 36," I said. "I just like a man who is sweet and polite and not intimidated by me," she said. "Intimidated? Why would anyone be intimidated by you? You are very nice," I said. "That's why I like you. . .you don't even know why people are intimidated by me. . .but couldn't you tell. . .all of your class-mates and even your instructor was intimidated by me," she said. "Yeah. . .now that you mention it. Greg, especially was really wierd. He kept saying you were freaky," I said. "I know. The locker room walls are very thin. I heard the whole conversation. That made me want to go out with you even more. You are a very sweet man, Ken. Do you mind if we go to my house for coffee instead of to a restaurant?" she asked. "Not at all," I said. We drove out of town into the country. We pulled down a dirt road. Finally I saw a house in the distance. It was a very large house. I assumed that she must be renting the guest house or something. I didn't think there was anyway a 26 year old woman could afford a Mercedes SUV and a 5000 square foot house like this. "Nice house," I said. "Thanks. . .I just bought it two months ago. I moved from New York City. Wanted to get out in the country," she said. "Wow! You mean you own this house?" I asked. "Yes. . .got a great deal though because I paid cash for it," she said. "Cash??!! How in the world did you get this much cash?" I asked. "It's a long story. Come on inside and I will fill you in," she said. We walked in and her house was beautifully decorated. She showed me to the bar and asked me to fix her a drink. She told me that she wanted to get more comfortable and that she would be back shortly. My mind was racing. She was more than flirting now. Every word and act of Nicoles was like she was coming on to me. She was so confident and I was getting a little nervous. I had my back to her when she walked back into the room. "Ken? she said. "Yes?" I said as I turned to see her. Wow! Nicole was not fat at all. Nicole was the most muscular woman I had ever seen! In fact, Nicole was more muscular than anyone I had ever seen! "I wanted to get your reaction to my body out of the way first. . .I know you weren't in on Friday when I came in to sign up for class. What do you think of my body? Its not at all fat like you thought, is it?" she asked. "My goodness Nicole. I had no idea anyone could get THIS muscular. Wow!" I said. "Is that good or bad? I heard you tell Greg that you liked confident and athletic women. Well. . .I am probably the most confident woman you will ever meet. And I guess you can tell I am very athletic," she said. "Let me catch my breathe Nicole. Wow! Its good! You are beautiful! Its just I have never seen any woman as muscular as you," I said. "I understand Ken. . .take a long look. You can touch me if you would like?" she said. My hands were shaking. In front of me stood the most muscular person I had ever seen! I walked over to her and she flexed her bicep. I couldn't even get both of my hands around it. It was larger than my thigh. "Wow! How big is this bicep?" I asked. "I don't really know. . .Would you like to measure it?" she said. She walked over to a drawer and got a tape measurer. She had on a mini-skirt and 6" heels. I noticed for the first time her chest. It was enormous. It looked so out of place amidst all of her muscles. Her chest must of stood out a foot and a half. They were the reason I had thought she was so fat. But in actuality, she was just extremely stacked. She handed me the tape and said, "Measure away, sweetie." I placed the tape around her right bicep and it measured 24" unflexed. She then flexed for me and the muscle exploded. Flexed it measured 28". I stretched the tape around her chest but it was too small. The tape only went out to 72". She was about 10" bigger than that I guessed. She suggested that her chest was big but that her lat muscles were the main reason her chest measurement was so big. She pulled up her tank top to reveal the most muscular abdominals I had ever seen. I rubbed my hand on them and they felt like steel. I measured her waist and it was 26". She stretched out her thigh and I placed my tape around her enormously cut leg. It measured an astounding 40". Next I measured her sexy flexed calves that were really flexed in her high heels. They measured an amazing 26". Veins were popping out everywhere on her body. Everywhere except on her incredibly large chest. My penis had responded to her presence quite understandably. "You seem to like what you see, Ken? Or at least he does," she said as she grabbed my penis and started stoking it. My knees buckled and she sensed it and lifted me into her arms and carried me over to her couch. "I have a confession to make. I have always dreamed of meeting a woman like you. But I didn't think a woman like you really existed. One of the reasons I started taking karate is that I wanted to meet an athletic woman I could fall for," I said. "I have a confession to make also. . .I have always gone out with really big jock types. But I have found that most of the really big jock types have a really hard time dealing with a woman like me. They are not used to being with a woman who is more muscular and stronger than they are. So I thought I would look for a sweet man like yourself and see how that works out," she said. "So you are stronger than most really big jock type guys?" I asked. "Oh yes. . .much stronger!" she said as she wink at me. "Why the karate class then?" I asked. "I love the martial arts for one reason. I have my black belt in 4 different kinds. I wanted to get my black belt in this style. That's one reason. But the main reason was that I thought I could meet a nice guy there. A lot nicer than picking someone up at a bar. Does that make sense?" she asked. "Yes. . .I guess it does. I guess you work out with weights too?" I asked. "Yes dear. I have my own gym right here in my house. Would you like to watch me work out?" she asked. "Yes! I would love to watch you work out!" I said. She took my hand and led me to a large room. She opened the door and it looked like a Gold's gym. The room was loaded with all kinds of weigh equipment. It also had a boxing ring and boxing equipment in it as well. "Let's work out together. Let's get these clothes off," she said. She started to undress me. She took off my golf shirt and then my pants. There I stood in my boxer shorts with a big hard-on that wouldn't go away. There were mirrors on the wall and I looked at myself compared to Nicole. She dwarfed me. "How much do you weigh, Nicole?" I asked. "You know you are never supposed to ask a lady her weight silly. . .but if you must know I weigh 265lbs," she said. "Wow. . .you weigh 75lbs more than me," I said. "Then I should be able to bench at least 75lbs more than you, you think?" she asked. She walked over to a bench and asked me how much I wanted to warm up with. I said that I hadn't lifted in years but that I used to warm up with 135lbs. She placed a 45lb plate on each side and said that I would go first. I lifted the 135lbs for 12 reps and felt good about my self. I asked her if she wanted to go next and she said she would wait. She asked me what I wanted next and I said I could probably lift 185lbs with no problem. She put on a 25lb plate on each side and I proceeded to do 10 reps. I next went to 225lbs where I did 8 reps and finally ended with 275lbs for 4 reps. "Not bad, cutie. Especially for someone who hasn't lifted in a while," she said. She was so nice. She was geniunely encouraging to me. Then she removed the 25lb plates from both sides and I thought she was going to warm up with 225lbs. But she didn't. She added one, then two, then three, then four 45lb plates to both sides to the already 2 45lb plates that were already on each side. She now had 585lbs on the bar. "Do you need a spot, Nicole?" I asked. "Not yet sweetie," she said. She lifted the weight like it was nothing. She did 15 reps and racked the weight. "Wow! You really are strong!" I said. "You haven't seen nothing yet!" she said with a wink. She ended up benching over 900lbs for reps. She did 1800lbs squats and 400lbs curls. By the time she was done with her work out she was so pumped. Every muscle looked so much bigger than they had just 45 minutes before. "I love turning you on Ken! You are turned on I can tell!" she said. "Oh yeah. . .like I have never been in my life!" I said. "Look at this," she said. She placed her hand on mine and led my hand down to her pussy. She was soaking wet. She pulled me close to her and kissed me passionately! Then she picked me up and carried me to her bedroom. There she proceeded to make love to me all night. She was insatiable. We finally went to sleep around 4:00AM. I was awakened with her nude muscular body standing beside the bed. She bent down and started sucking on my penis. She must have not like bending down because she picked me up in her arms and lifted me over her head and contined to suck on my penis until I exploded into her mouth. "Good morning, lover. I thought you needed a little arousal early this morning," she said with a sexy smile and wink. "Let's get in a workout and then come back in here for some love making. . .how does that sound?" she asked. "Nicole. . .you are amazing. I would love to do that but I have to get to work," I said. "No you don't. . .your boss has given you the day off," she said. "How do you know my boss, silly," I said. "While you were sleeping this morning I looked in your wallet and found out where you worked. I called my broker and told him to buy controlling share of the company you work for. I then called your office and told them I was now the majority stockholder in the company and I wanted you to be off for a few weeks," she said. "You are kidding?" Aren't you?" I asked. "No silly. When I find something I want I go after it! I want you. I knew work would be a problem with us getting to know each other so I thought I would buy your company so that you would be working for me. Simple really. . .don't you think?" she said. "But Nicole. . .where did you get all of this money?" I asked. "Make love to me sweetie and I will tell you," she said. To be continue. . . Please send comments to intenseman@hotmail.com