Amanda - The Party
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Author's Note: Please let me know if you like 'Amanda' (email address above).
It's a bit of a departure from other stories I have posted on this website.
Also let me know if I should incorporate more muscle worship, more violence or
more domination. Readers comments are always appreciated ~ Thanks, Muscle Fan.

This is the second installment in the 'Amanda' series.

In case you didn't read the first installment of 'Amanda,' I'm documenting my
life as one would write in a journal. I'm John and I work at a facility called
Biomax Labs. We run many experiments both in a clinical situation as well as
on paper. We do animal experimentation although I'm only charged with
maintaining the animal habitat on the 4:00PM to Midnight shift. What that
means is cleaning up the animal cages and making sure they have plenty of food
and water.

My life has changed dramatically since Amanda has entered it. Amanda once
worked here at Biomax, but got laid off. She moved in with me and made me her
slave.

I went to work as usual and let Amanda in through the rear door. While I
tended my animals she made herself scarce working out in the company gym and
running her own experiments in one of the deserted laboratories.

At present, Amanda was on the roof of the facility relaxing on a chaise lounge
that she had found in a storage closet. The summer months had not yet started
but the days recently had been warm with gentle breezes. She knew that no one
came up here, so the risk of being caught trespassing was slim, especially
after four o'clock.

The high parapet wall protected her from prying eyes as she sunbathed au
natural. She admired her body as she lay there, having already achieved a
light golden tan. 'Another hour or so,' Amanda thought, 'and I'll go down to
the gym and get a couple of hours of workout in then spend the remaining time
in my lab.' Her body tingled with the prospect of pumping the weights, and she
thought of the lab where she experimented as hers.

Leaving the roof, she used the stairs and descended to the floor that the gym
was on. She carefully opened the stairwell door and peeked out. 'No one in
sight,' she thought.

Amanda entered the gym and locked the door from the inside. She went to the
locker room and hung up her scrubs that she wore when at Biomax. She had
learned the scrubs were easier to take on and off than normal street clothes
and she knew that she fit in better if she was seen wearing the scrubs.

Amanda preferred to workout naked as it afforded her a better view of her
body. She loved to watch her muscle strain and then glisten with her sweat.
Just the view of her own body was enough to make her wet with desire.

This afternoon she was due to work biceps, abs and legs. Eager to get started,
she began with abs. One hundred crunches and one hundred conventional sit ups,
four sets of leg raises and four sets of trunk raises; holding a 45-lb. plate
and rising from an inclined position. Her mid-section burned.

Biceps were next, and Amanda worked out on the curl machine then moved to
seated dumbbell curls with 80-lb. weights. Finally standing barbell curls with
200-pounds. The burn now forgotten in her mid-section had been replaced by a
burn in her arms. Amanda stood in front of the mirror flexing her biceps,
admiring the softball size muscle as it 'stood up'. She flexed her abs and was
rewarded with the site of a solid 8-pack.

With two of her three body parts done, Amanda headed for the section of the
gym dedicated to leg workouts. She did squats, leg extensions, leg presses and
standing calf raises, these exercises complete, the muscle goddess was
admiring her legs in the mirror. Viewing herself from the front, each side and
from the rear, she was pleased to see that her calf muscles had come a long
way. As she stood on tiptoes, the muscle flared and balled into a rock hard
mass. Amanda, looking over her shoulder, placed her hand on first one of her
butt cheeks, then the other and tried to squeeze, but was unable.

'Excellent,' she thought, 'Tight and defined.' Glancing at the clock, she
thought, 'I better get to the lab while I think about this new formula.' She
put her scrubs back on and headed for her lab.

Amanda used a small lab that was used by outside consultants, vendors or
suppliers. She "borrowed" materials and chemicals from the larger labs as she
needed. This evening, she put together a formula for a muscle growth serum.
This didn't work on the entire muscular structure like the one that she took,
but rather focused on the specific muscle into which it was injected.

Once more, she looked at the clock and was pleased to see that she still had a
few minutes before she needed to go see John. Without having sufficient time
to run trials on a lab rat or guinea pig, she filled a syringe with a small
dose of her serum and sat it on a small stainless steel tray. She also put a
few sterile alcohol swabs and bottle containing an antithetic on the tray.

With the tray in hand, Amanda went to the animal containment area. "What's
that," I asked as she came through the door. "Just a little something I
whipped up," Amanda said smiling. "And you want to try it on one of the
animals here?" I asked. "In a manner of speaking, yes," she said. "Do you need
a rat or a guinea pig," I asked. "Neither," she said, "I need you."

"What?" I said, although I heard her, I wasn't quite sure what she meant. "I
said I need you," she said, and took a step toward me. I automatically backed
away and she said, "Johnny, don't make this any harder than it has to be. It
will just be a needle stick and I guarantee you'll be pleased with the outcome
as will I." She sat the tray down on the table and soaked a swab with the
antithetic. She had me backed against some file cabinets and I tried to
resist, but she was just too powerful. She put the swab over my nose and I was
out in a minute.

Amanda laid me on a work bench and pulled my jeans down, exposing my penis.
She swabbed my newly shaved pubic area with the alcohol and injected the serum
at the base of my manhood.

I woke a minute later, my pants still pulled down. "How do you feel?" she
asked. "Wh-what?" I said, "What did you do?" "I just gave you a shot of a
formula that I put together," Amanda said, "You shouldn't notice a change
until you have an erection. How do you feel?" she repeated.

I noticed a warm sensation around my penis and mentioned that too her. "Good,"
she said, "That was to be expected. Come on, pull up those pants and let's go
home."

By the time we reached home the warmth I had felt in my pubic area had
disappeared. I collected the mail from the mail box and laid it on the kitchen
table. I began to leaf through it, but Amanda said, "Get undressed, John, I've
something I want to show you." I turned to say that I'd be along to the
bedroom in a moment, but she stood there in the living room naked. 'I've never
known a woman who could undress as fast as Amanda, but then again, I've never
known a woman quite like Amanda,' I thought. I felt the beginning of an
erection and removed my jeans and stepped out of them. Amanda was stretching
and teasing her muscles. Running her hands slowly over them, 'she certainly
knows how to turn me on,' I thought.

I now stood there with only a satin thong on, my erection growing. "I want to
show you the gift I gave you, Johnny," Amanda said, "but don't get too
'cocky', it's my gift too." I tilted my head and looked at her quizzically.
She only smiled from across the room and continued flexing those beautiful
muscles of hers.

Amanda looked like she had gotten bigger, not just in her muscle mass, but
taller as well. 'Could this be the gift she gave me,' I thought. "Mistress," I
said, "I don't think you could give me a gift that would be as good as having
you." She smiled even broader and padded over to me.

"How sweet," she said, now mere inches from me. I now had to look up to look
into her eyes. 'She is taller,' I thought. Then she looked down between us. I
followed her gaze. "Oh my God," I said, and she giggled. My eyes were riveted
on my cock. 'There must be something wrong,' I thought, 'I don't have a
12-inch cock.' "Wh-what happened, mistress," I asked. "That's my gift to you,
and to me," she said as she took my shaft in her right hand and began to
slowly stroke it. "How does that feel?" she asked. "Amazing," I said, "but
how?" "It doesn't matter how, Johnny, what does matter is that my serum
worked," she said, "You now are blessed with a foot long dong. Not only that,
but you will last longer, come more and experience a much more intense
orgasm."

I looked into her eyes and embraced her, or at least put my arms around her
and pulled her toward me, but my newly enlarged penis ran into her pelvis. I
laughed and said, "Well, mistress, it looks like there is one drawback to
having this shaft in front of me, but thank you."

With her hand still on my cock, she led me to the bedroom. She sat at the foot
of the bed and flicked the head of my penis with her tongue. My member felt
like an iron bar. Using both hands, she stroked me. "How does that feel,
Johnny?" she asked. "Great, mistress," I said, "it feels great." "It's time to
test it out," she said, "make love to your muscle goddess," and lay back on
the bed. I mounted her and with no foreplay, entered her.

We had passionate sex for the next forty minutes. Finally, with Amanda's hair
wet with perspiration, she whispered, "Come, Johnny, come for your goddess."
As if on command and without me thinking about it, I climaxed. My cum flowed
for what seemed like several minutes. It was the most intense orgasm I had
ever had. We lay there joined, my penis unwilling to leave its nesting place.
Finally she pushed me aside and said, "That was fantastic, Johnny, with my
help you've turned into an awesome stud."

Amanda got off the bed and said, "Now you really have to get all that goo out
of me that you squirted in there," and she straddled my face and I was only
too happy to lap at her clit.

Satiated for the time being, she said, "Did we get anything interesting in the
mail?" "I was just starting to go through it, mistress, when you called," I
said. "Well, don't just lay there, get the mail," she said sternly. I
retrieved the mail from the table and returned to the bedroom, lying down next
to my mistress. I was about to go through the stack which I was sure were
mostly ads when she grabbed them out of my hand.

She sorted through them, not opening any until she came across one from
Biomax. Sliding a finger under the flap, she tore through the envelope. It was
an invitation to a party for the employee's at the home of the company's
owner, Howard Watson. It said to RSVP, that I could bring a guess, and that it
was a pool party/barbeque.

Howard Watson, as I understood it, was an old gentleman who had twice been
married and twice widowed. I could only assume he was tough on his mates. It
was rumored that his net worth was near three billion dollars.

I had no intention of going, only being part-time and just a glorified
babysitter for the company's animals. Besides, I didn't want to 'rub elbows'
with scientists, chemists and lab assistants; that would be boring.

"What should I wear?" Amanda asked. "When?" I said, having already moved on
from thinking of the company party. "To the company party at Mr. Watson's,"
Amanda said. "You're serious?" I asked. "Absolutely, we're going," she said,
"you just need to get a little sun on that body of yours, you'll lay with me
on the roof starting tomorrow for an hour or two."

And so the following day, I joined Amanda on the roof of the building working
on my tan in preparation for a party that I didn't want to attend. The only
positive feature was that I got an hour to watch the sun play off my muscle
goddess' body, a sight that would please any man. The downside of lying there
beside Amanda was that she wouldn't permit me to have an erection. It seemed
that since she had given me that shot, I had no control over my own penis.

The day of the 'big party' arrived. I wore a nice pair of walking shorts, Polo
shirt and Top Siders'. Under the walking shorts I wore a pair of Navy blue
board shorts. I looked every bit the affluent yuppie. Amanda wore a
conservative burnt orange bikini with tie top and elastic sides. The sides
rode high on her hips and the color accentuated her golden bronze tan. She
wore a pair of low ride shorts and a faux leather vest with 3-inch stiletto
sandals that matched the color of her vest.

Watson's house, or I should say estate, was set back from the road and reached
by a long curving drive. The two-story house looked massive. Cars lined the
drive and I parked in line. We made our way to the oak front door and walked
in. The foyer was large and people milled about. I recognized some as did
Amanda. We mingled and I took note that while some knew my name, no one seemed
to remember Amanda. If this bothered her, she gave no indication. Perhaps it
was due to the fact that she was now more than 6-inches taller than when she
had worked there, 9-inches taller if you counted the sandals, and had
certainly gained muscle mass.

The barbeque was in full swing in the back yard. Howard had hired people to
cook, tend bar and cocktail servers in matching bikini's to walk among the
guests taking drink orders. A gorgeous black girl approached and asked, "May I
get you two something from the bar?" She looked at me, then at Amanda. "Yes,"
I said, "I'll have a Makers Mark and water, please." "And for you miss," she
asked Amanda. Amanda held the girls stare and said, "It's 'mistress', and I'll
have a vodka on the rocks with a twist of lime." "Very good, mistress," she
said and smiled, then turned on her heels and slowly walked away.

"Quit staring, Johnny!" Amanda snapped as I brought my attention back to her
from watching the cocktail waitress walk away. "I wasn't staring, mistress,
honestly," I said. "You were practically undressing her with your eyes, John,"
Amanda said, "Remember who you belong to. If you're a good boy, I'll let you
have her later, but right now I want you to behave. I've got something in
mind." 'What could she have in mind,' I thought, 'she'd kill me if I asked.'

The server returned with two drinks on her tray. She handed me my drink, then
Amanda hers. She flashed her dazzling smile, not at me, but at Amanda and
said, "I hope that's to your liking, mistress." Amanda took a sip and said,
"It will do, Rhonda," and reached for the servers name tag, brushing her
breast with her fingertips. "Thank you, mistress," Rhonda said and walked
away.

"Now who's staring, mistress," I said and smiled. Amanda returned my smile and
said, "I knew she wanted me," and gave a throaty laugh.

"Hello," a voice said from in back of me, "Thank you for coming, I'm Howard
Watson." I took the outstretched hand and shook it. Gave my name, although I
don't think he would remember it, he was so focused on Amanda. They introduced
themselves to each other and began to make small talk. I stood passively by.
This went on for several minutes when Rhonda reappeared to take our drink
glasses and to see if we wanted a fresh drink.

I ordered another, Mr. Watson declined, but when she asked Amanda, the muscle
goddess bent and whispered in Rhonda's ear. Rhonda smiled and nodded, then
came back to me and said, "Follow me, John."

I glanced from Rhonda to Amanda and back. I trailed after her without
question. We walked past the outdoor bar, where she sat her tray down with the
empty glasses, and continued into the house. I glanced over my shoulder once
only to see Mr. Watson and Amanda talking, his hand on her forearm. She caught
my eye and smiled, although I couldn't be sure it wasn't at something Mr.
Watson was saying, but I thought I detected a nod in my direction.

Rhonda walked up the main staircase and I obediently followed, watching her
calves as she climbed the stairs. 'Perhaps not as muscular as Amanda's,' I
thought, 'but very toned.' We reached the second floor and still ten or twelve
feet in front of me, she entered a room. I followed. As soon as I went through
the door, she closed and locked it. I turned and as I did so, Rhonda gave me a
kiss on the lips gently flicking her tongue into my mouth.

I put my arms around her and unsnapped the clasp on her bikini top. She
stepped back and I was treated to a pair of shapely breasts with erect
nipples. She pulled my shirt over my head and unbuttoned my shorts. She let
them fall to the floor. Next was my bathing suit. It joined the shorts on the
floor. I kicked off my shoes as she pulled the small bottom of her bathing
suit down her shapely legs.

At the sight of her flat stomach and cleanly shaven pubic area, my cock took
on a life of its own.

Still no words were exchanged but as I stood there and she watched my manhood
grow from a flaccid 5-inches to 8-inches and then to a solid 12-inches, she
said, "Oh, my!" Now fully erect, I guided her to the bed and gently pushed on
her shoulders till she was seated on the end of the bed. Grasping my shaft
with her left hand, she kissed and flicked the head with her tongue. Rhonda's
right hand was busy playing with my scrotum.

"That feels marvelous, Rhonda," I said as she quickened the pace. After
several minutes, she withdrew my shaft and said, "You have good staying power,
John, Amanda has taught you well, but now it's my turn to be pleasured." She
grasped either side of my hips and as she rolled back on to the bed, pulled me
on top of her.

I sucked her erect nipples which were a deep cocoa brown. As I did she guided
me to her waiting clit. Gently I entered her as she rolled back slightly and
crossed her legs over my back. I increased the tempo and we climaxed
simultaneously twenty minutes later.

We lay there entwined in each other's arms and legs, catching our breath. "You
were marvelous," Rhonda said, "Amanda is lucky to have a slave as good as
you." I pulled back slightly and looked at her. "What," I said, "a slave?"
"Yes, John, a slave, you're subservient to Mistress Amanda. The only way we
got together is because Amanda allowed it." My mind was racing. I wasn't a
slave, I just let Amanda have her way, I just wanted to please her.

Rhonda looked at me and said, "I've upset you. Please, don't be mad. Amanda is
a dom, a dominatrix. She's good. She uses her muscles to attract men and women
to her for her sexual needs. She doesn't mistreat you does she?" "What," I
asked, still lost in thought, "No, she doesn't mistreat me, it's just that I
didn't realize that I was so under her spell until you pointed it out." Rhonda
said, "John, that's how it works. She subtly controls you, but there are
plenty of positive aspects; she fulfills your desires, you desired me and she
gave me to you." "What did she whisper to you there in the back yard," I
asked. "She only said that you wanted me and that you were well endowed,"
Rhonda said, "Was that true? The part about you wanting me, I know the part
about being well endowed is accurate," and she smiled that gorgeous smile of
hers.

"Yes, it's true," I said. "There you have it then," Rhonda said, "like I said,
she fulfills your desires. Come on, we have to get back." We got up and she
straightened the bedspread, and then wiggled into her bikini bottom. "Fasten
me," she said as she held her top in place. I did as well as kiss the nape of
her neck. "John, please," she said, "if you kiss me I'm going to have to screw
you again and I've already been away too long."

Rhonda left as I was still dressing. I was just sliding into my shoes when I
heard voices in the hall. It was Amanda and Mr. Watson, their voices in hushed
tones. "Oh, Howard," Amanda said, "that's so funny. Thank you for showing me
the house. You have a terrific weight room and the home theatre is to die
for." "Yes, I've been very fortunate, Amanda," Mr. Watson said, "it's a big
house though just for me." "I'm sure the right woman will come along," Amanda
said, and there was more, but they had gone into another room further down the
hall. I left and went downstairs.

An hour went by before I saw Amanda again, and most of the people had left.
The handful that remained were either in the Jacuzzi or the pool. "How'd
things go with Rhonda?" Amanda asked. "Quite well, actually, how'd they go
with Mr. Watson?" I asked. Amanda looked me in the eyes and said, "Look, let's
get something straight, John. I don't want any petty jealousy, do you
understand? In a sense, we want the same thing; we both want sex, you want to
be cared for and dominated, I want to care for you and dominate you. Do you
understand?" "Yeah," I said, "I get it."

No sooner were the words out of my mouth than she slapped me across the cheek.
The blow stunned me and sounded like a shot, but it was open-handed and
certainly didn't do any damage, but it was done to send a message. "What did
you say," she hissed. "I said, yes, mistress, I understand," I said.

Rhonda appeared as if by magic with a Maker's Mark and water for me and a
vodka on the rocks with a twist of lime for Amanda. "You look like you could
use this," Rhonda softly said in my ear, then turning to Amanda said, "and you
mistress deserve this." As soon as Amanda took the glass from the tray, Rhonda
sat the tray on a nearby table and hugging Amanda, kissed her on the lips and
darted her tongue into my mistress' mouth. "Thank you for letting me use John,
mistress," Rhonda said.

Amanda smiled and then to me said, "See, your fantasy came true." I noticed
that Amanda had her hand down the back of Rhonda's bathing suit cupping one of
Rhonda's butt cheeks. "And did John please you, Rhonda?" Amanda asked. "Oh,
yes, mistress, you were right when you said he was well endowed."

A loud crash interrupted the conversation. The three of us turned as one
towards the bar. A man I recognized as an accountant at Biomax had his hand on
the chest of a man I didn't know. The accountant I always considered as a
stuck-up jerk. Several bottles had tipped over on the bar and one had broken
on the concrete pool deck.

"The next time you say anything about my wife, asshole, I'm going to beat the
shit out of you," the man I didn't know said to the accountant. "Yeah, I'd
like to see you try, dick head." The man pushed the accountants arm from his
chest and threw a punch that landed on the accountants jaw. The accountant
didn't fall down but rather caught himself on the edge of the bar. The
bartender only looked on wide-eyed and was busy getting glassware and bottles
out of the way should things escalate.

Amanda walked over and grabbed the man who threw the punch by the shirt front.
With one hand clenched with a fistful of fabric, she lifted him off the
ground. "Look, asshole, you're drunk and out of line. Mr. Watson doesn't need
you tearing his place up, so why don't you and your wife just leave." She said
this in a calm, controlled voice. I thought she had gotten her point across
when the man said, "Look, I don't need a dyke to tell me what to do, now get
your hand off of me before I smack you in the jaw." Amanda smiled at the man
and said, "I'd like to see you try."

The blow looked like it was in slow motion. I thought Amanda could have ducked
the punch, but she took it on the ridge of her chin, maintaining a smile. "You
pathetic weasel," she whispered in his ear, "You don't know who you're fucking
with." That said, the man's eyes opened wide just before Amanda threw him to
the deck, knocking the wind out of him and cracking the back of his head on
the pavement.

The wiseass accountant scurried away choosing not to be a part of any more
drama.

She then knelt beside the man, still grasping his shirt, and said, "Let this
be a warning to you and the wife, if I ever see you around Biomax, I won't go
so easy on you, understand?" He managed to nod, but his eyes looked like they
were out of focus. "Good," Amanda said, letting go of his shirt, "Now grab
your wife and get out of here."

Amanda got up and extended a hand to the man who was still on the deck. He
pushed her hand away and slowly sat up, then got to his feet. He went over to
a table where a woman had her face buried in her hands and lifted her by one
arm. The couple headed towards the house.

"Thank you Amanda," Mr. Watson said to her, "you handled that well." "He was
drunk and he telegraphed his moves," Amanda said, "it was nothing." "Does your
jaw hurt, dear," Mr. Watson asked. "No," Amanda said, "he couldn't punch his
way out of a paper bag, I'll be fine." "Still," Mr. Watson said, "I think you
should take it easy for an hour or two," and gave her a sly wink.

She chuckled and stepped over to me. "John," Amanda said, "why don't you and
Rhonda go home? I'm going to spend the night here," and she went into the
house arm in arm with Mr. Watson.

I looked at Rhonda and said, "Looks like I'm leaving alone," and shrugged.
Rhonda smiled and said, "You don't have to." "Good," I replied, "I was hoping
you'd say that," and we walked through the house to my car.

There was no sign of Amanda, Howard Watson or any other party goers, just a
couple of staff picking up empty dishes, glasses, etc.

That night, Rhonda and I had sex four times. We spoke little but didn't have
to. She really was amazing. We fell asleep in each other's arms still coupled
together.