Astrid - Meeting with the Doctor
by covert.1@hotmail.com
A work of science fiction by Muscle Fan


My name is Astrid Randall and I'm a realtor and an alien. This may shock some
people, not the fact that I'm a realtor, but that I'm not from earth. My
physical appearance is that of a healthy, albeit, extremely muscular human
female. I'm tall, blonde and I'm told extremely attractive. I live in Palm
Springs, enjoying the perpetual sunshine with my housemates, Ray and Zoe. Ray
is a mail carrier and Zoe, a boutique owner. We tell people that Ray is my
brother. This is an insight into my life.

I had completed my work in my office and was surfing the internet, randomly
looking at other real estate sites, clothing lines, fitness sites, etc. when I
absently typed in 'Viaga.' Viaga is the planet from which I escaped shortly
before it was destroyed by an asteroid. That was a little over ten years ago.
Since then I have been living here on earth, enjoying my new home and family.

A lot of information came up on Viagra, and I glanced at that and thought, 'I
could probably cure erectile dysfunction in half the men taking Viagra, if
given the chance. Let them see my muscles and I'd get their cocks as rigid as
a flagpole.' I chuckled and continued to scroll down eventually finding a
header for 'Viaga'.

There was general information about my planet, the constellation surrounding
it and, of course, a lot of statistical data. I scrolled down even more and
found an article by a Doctor Douglas Larsen, an astronomer. Apparently he had
been studying Viaga for some time before it succumbed to the direct hit of the
asteroid, Melchior. He seemed to not only be the leading expert on the
subject, but the only expert on Viaga. 'I need to meet this Doctor Larsen,' I
thought.

With a few more keystrokes and the help of a search engine, I found a Doctor
Douglas Larsen living in the Hollywood Hills near Los Angeles. Even though a
phone number was given, I jotted down his address. 'Better to drop in
unannounced,' I thought, 'than to call and forewarn him and get permission to
visit.'

"I'll be out of town for a few days," I told my boss at the real estate agency
I work for, "You can have Kelly or Jane handle my listings while I'm out."
Kelly and Jane weren't just two coworkers but devoted 'slaves' who loved to
run their hands over my body or masturbate while I flexed for them. They did
what I asked. Anyway, I listened to my bosses complaints, but like other men,
he was just gripping. I didn't care whether he was upset or not or if my being
out of the office inconvenienced him. I did what I wanted, when I wanted.

I told Zoe and Ray that I'd be gone as well that night over dinner. "For how
long, mistress?" Zoe asked. "I'm not sure, baby," I said, "a few days at most;
I'm going to see an astronomer who knows about Viaga. I want to pick his
brain." "Is that all you want to pick," Ray asked. Ray always seemed to put a
sexual spin on any topic. I smiled and said, "Perhaps," and I reached over to
where Ray sat and ran a finger down the length of his penis, "the good doctor
will be as well-endowed as you, baby, and I'll find myself a replacement." Ray
frowned and turned his attention back to the chicken breast on his plate. I
chuckled as did Zoe.

The next day I checked in to a hotel on the outskirts of Hollywood, not far
from where Dr. Douglas Larsen lived. "May I help you, miss," the girl behind
the desk asked. "Yes, I'd like a room for at least two nights, possibly more,
Judy." Her name tag said her name was 'Judy'. "Very well," Judy said, "Is this
for one or two people?" "Just me," I said. "Good, it looks like we have a
single king or queen," Judy said. "Anything on the ground floor?" I asked. She
consulted her computer. "I have one suite and a king available," Judy said,
"since it's not very busy, would you like me to show them to you?" "Yes,
please, Judy," I said.

She came through a side door into the lobby and said, "Please, follow me." She
entered the hall leading from the lobby, leading the way. As I trailed her, I
saw that Judy was petite with short brown hair, and even though she wore a
skirt and the hotel's blazer, her calves were well defined and I could tell
she had a nice figure. She stopped midway down the hall and turned to me.
"This is our suite, it has a Jacuzzi tub, kitchenette, sitting room and of
course a king size bed." She put her keycard in the lock and turned the
handle.

As hotel room go, this was nice. I looked around and then walked into the
bedroom. Judy followed. I turned and said, "This will do, Judy, this will do
just fine." She looked up at me and smiled. "Good, ma'am," and handed me the
keycard, "Will there be anything else?" "When do you get off?" I asked. She
blinked and said, "At five o'clock, but I have a boyfriend." I smiled and put
a finger to her lips. "Not for tonight, you don't," I said, "Tonight you are
mine, be here at five." She stood rooted for a moment and then turned toward
the door, hesitated and said, "Yes, ma'am." "It's Mistress Astrid," I said,
"Call me Mistress Astrid." "Yes, mistress," she said, and left. 'I'll visit
the good doctor tomorrow,' I thought, 'but now I need to get my bag from the
car.'

At a minute after five, there was a light wrap on the door. I had just stepped
from the shower, so wearing the hotels terry cloth robe, I opened the door.
Judy entered, carrying a tote bag. I closed the door and turned the deadbolt
and put the security bar across the door jamb. "Good evening, mistress," she
said as I turned. "Hello, Judy," I said, "please set your bag down. I just got
out of the shower; would you like something to drink?" "No, thank you,
mistress," she said. I smiled at her and then said, "Please, get undressed; I
want to see your body." She looked at me briefly before unbuttoning her
blazer. As she undressed, she carefully folder her clothing and lay them on a
love seat.

As she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, she asked, "May I ask you a
question?" "Certainly," I said. "Are you competing in next month's show in
Venice?" she asked. A bit puzzled, I asked why. She now was unbuttoning her
blouse, and as she shrugged from it, she said, "I was just wondering, I
thought you might be competing in the heavyweight division, you're certainly
the most muscular woman I've ever seen." I chuckled and said, "I'm not a
bodybuilder, Judy, I'm just a muscle lover." She smiled, and said, "That's
what my boyfriend calls himself."

Judy is a little over five feet tall with well-defined muscles. Her green eyes
and short brown hair made her almost pixie-like. "I'm going to compete in the
lightweight class," she said, turning slightly, "what do you think?" "You say
the competition is next month," I asked and she nodded, "I think you're on the
right track. You will need to get as much water out of your system as
possible, but you're right on track." She smiled and I loosened the sash and
dropped my robe to the floor. Her breath caught. "What do you think?" I asked.

It took Judy a moment but she finally said, "Oh my God, you're fantastic," and
she added, "mistress." "Let's see your front double bicep pose," I said. She
struck her pose, her biceps peaking. "Would you like to see my entire
routine?" she asked. "Sure," I said. She brought a CD out of her bag and
opened the jewel case and inserted it into the CD player on the TV. She turned
on the set and adjusted the volume. For the next three-minutes she posed her
muscles hitting their marks right on cue. When the music ended, she looked at
me and asked, "So, what did you think?"

"I think your choreography and the music were excellent," I told her, "You say
you have a month to loose what little body fat and water you have left and I
believe that's achievable. You'll do fine." She looked disappointed. "I don't
want to just 'do fine'," she said, "I want to win!" "OK," I said, "don't be
upset, let me help you. Let me massage those muscles of yours, you'll feel
better." She hesitantly agreed.

We went into the bedroom and I retrieved my lotion from the bathroom. With a
dab of lotion in the palm of my hand, I worked it into Judy's shoulders and
back, another dab for her thighs and calves. "Roll over," I said. She did and
I worked a little more into her breasts and chest, then another dab into her
abdominals and quadriceps. "That feels warm," Judy said as she got off the
bed. "It will take a bit of time, but I think you'll see an improvement," I
told her. This was the same lotion that I had used when I massaged Ray's penis
for the first time.

Judy stood studying herself in the mirror, flexing. I stepped behind her and
wrapped my arms around her waist. "Have you ever been with another woman,
Judy?" I asked. "No," she said, tilting her head studying the reflection of
the two of us. "You said your boyfriend is a muscle lover, does he run his
hands over your muscles?" I asked as I allowed mine to play over her body.
"Uh-huh," Judy said, "he loves to kiss my muscles too," and she laughed
lightly. "Is he a good lover?" I asked, turning her away from the mirror, yet
holding her against me. "I suppose," she said. "You suppose?" I asked. "Well,
I haven't been with that many men," she said.

I could feel my clit becoming erect. Judy's head was chest high, resting
between my breasts; my clit was pressed against her abdominals. It was nice
holding a woman with muscles.

"What I meant was does your boyfriend satisfy you?" I asked. She thought about
this a minute and then said, "Since I've been working out, my needs and
desires have changed along with my body. He used to satisfy me, now I'm not so
sure." "Hmm," I said, thinking of my own life, "I can relate to that.
Fortunately I've trained my housemate, who is more than well endowed, to
prolong his orgasm until I'm satisfied." She sighed and then said softly,
"That would be nice."

I took her by the hand and guided her to the bed, pulling back the covers. She
lay down and looked up at me and then caught sight of my clit. She opened her
mouth as if to say something but I put a finger to her lips. "Shh, baby," I
said, "I'll be gentle. Mistress Astrid will take care of you," and I climbed
into bed with Judy.

For the next three hours we made passionate love, bringing each other to
orgasm after orgasm. Finally Judy said, "I'm exhausted, let's take a break."
As much as I felt I could keep going, I knew she needed to rest. She fell
asleep in crook of my arm, her head resting on my breast. When we woke, it was
two o'clock in the morning; the room in total darkness. "I need to use the
bathroom," Judy said as she padded from the bed. She didn't shut the door, but
I heard her pee and then the toilet flush. Suddenly, the bathroom light came
on.

"Oh, my God!" she said from the bathroom. I got out of bed and went to see
what the problem was. There, standing in front of the mirror, she turned first
one way and then the other looking at herself. "Look, look," she said, "I'm
more ripped than I've ever been!" I smiled; it was true, she did appear leaner
and more defined than she had hours ago. "Yes," I said, "you look fantastic,"
and I reached around from behind her and cupped her breasts. "Even your
breasts seem firmer," I said and laughed.

"Did you do this, mistress," she asked, turning in my arms, looking up into my
eyes. "Let's just say I want you to win your competition," I said, "It's my
gift to you." She jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist and kissed me.
I allowed my tongue to explore her mouth and then said, "Let's go back to bed;
I want to show you something." "What more could you show me," she asked.

Back in bed, with the lights still off, I kissed the nap of her neck and then
allowed my lips and tongue play down her sternum to her navel. I circled her
navel with the tip of my tongue and then sucked her clit. "Hmm," she moaned as
I teased her clit with tongue and lips. I stiffened my tongue and entered her
as she clutched at the sheets. Thrusting my tongue in and out of her, she
erupted with another orgasm. "Hmm," I sighed as I lapped her juices. Taking a
mouthful, I slid up her body and when she parted my lips in a kiss, deposited
her 'nectar' in her mouth.

The telephone woke us at seven o'clock. Judy answered and after hanging up
said, "That was my 'wake up' call. I need to get ready for work, mistress."
Again, she padded from the bed and I heard the water running in the shower. I
got up and joined her under the spray.

After drying each other, Judy got dressed. "My blazer is a little tighter,"
she said as she shrugged into it, "I'll need to get another before I rip this
one apart," and laughed. "Will I see you tonight?" she asked. "I'll be back,
I'm just not sure when," I said, "But I'll find you when I get back." I gave
her a parting kiss, allowing my long tongue to explore her mouth at will. When
we parted, she licked her lips and said, "You're amazing, mistress," and
turned for the door.

I dressed, putting on metallic leggings, stilettos and a sleeveless emerald
green silk blouse. I headed for Douglas Larsen's house in the Hollywood Hills.
I was curious as to what he knew about Viaga.

Doctor Larsen's home was set well back from the street on a sizable lot. I
parked on the street but couldn't tell if anyone was home, the driveway being
empty. I sat in the car for several minutes watching the house and the street.
It was a quiet neighborhood with little traffic and no pedestrians. Getting
out of the car, I walked up the driveway to a large front porch. I wrapped on
the door and hearing no sound from within, rang the bell; still no answer.
'What if Doctor Larsen is on vacation?' I thought. I didn't want this trip to
have been for naught.

I walked back to the driveway and rather than follow it back to the street,
turned instead and took it to the rear where there was a detached double
garage. The garage doors themselves were closed but a side door stood open. I
could hear music coming from within. I stood in the doorway watching. A man
was working at a bench, his back to me; his long sleeve shirt rolled up to his
elbows. One of the bays held a late model Land Rover while the other held
something under a canvas tarp.

"Doctor Larsen," I said, loud enough to be heard over the music. The man
jumped and turned quickly. "Who are you," he asked holding a small
screwdriver. "My name is Astrid Randall, doctor," I said, "I'd like to ask you
about Viaga." He studied me for a long time and then said, "Viaga is no more,
it was struck by a meteor and exploded." "Yes," I said, "I read that in your
paper, but I wanted to know if there's more to the story that just that." I
saw him grip the handle of the screwdriver tighter, his knuckles turning
white. "Are you a reporter?" he asked. I laughed, "No, why?" He looked around
the garage and said, "Reporters have been bugging me ever since I published
that paper."

"Uh-huh," I said, "You mentioned in the paper that you thought that Viagan's
were studying earth, do you still believe that and do you have any proof?" He
looked at his hands and then up at me and said, "Let me ask you, you ask those
two questions as if you have accepted that there was life on Viaga, do you
have any proof?" Caught off guard I hesitated. He stared at me and then gave
me a brief smile. All of a sudden, it felt as though the earth shifted
slightly.

"You're from Viaga, aren't you?" he asked. I could have lied, but Doctor
Larsen was clearly not to be fooled. "Yes," I said, "I am." His smile
broadened. "I knew some day that one of you would contact me," he said, "but
it's been years since I published that paper." "I think you can appreciate
that I wanted to keep a low profile," I said. He nodded and asked, "Did you
kill the two men that discovered your craft?" My mind was racing. That was
over a decade ago. "Yes," I said, "I didn't want to but they would have gone
public with my arrival, and I couldn't let that happen." He nodded again, but
didn't say anything. Clearly he was trying to process what I had told him.

"So their bodies were found?" I asked, "When?" "Almost two years ago," he
said. Now it was my turn to nod, and I asked, "Who found them?" I wondered how
many knew about Charlie Logan and Fred Randall and my space craft. "I found
them," Doctor Larsen said, "and your craft, of course." "Who else knows," I
asked. Doctor Larsen shook his head and then said softly, "No one, I didn't
tell anyone else." A feeling of relief washed over me. "I suppose I should
have, but I didn't," he added. "Why?" I asked. "The two men you killed were
already dead and I didn't think the police would believe me if I told them
that a space creature killed them," he said, and then added, "Sorry."

I nodded and chuckled. "I'm glad you didn't tell anyone, and I've been called
worse than a 'creature'," I said, "But what about the spacecraft, won't people
find it?" He smiled and looked at the tarp. "I brought it here, well, what was
left of it." 'All this time,' I thought, 'I had gone undetected because Doctor
Larsen had my craft in his garage.'

I now saw that he had one of the computers from the ship on his work bench.
"Is that from the ship?" I asked and he looked down at the unit, and then back
at me. "Yes," he said, "I was hoping to open the case and tap in to the hard
drive. I want to find out more about your people." I nodded and said, "That
unit would only get you information about earth," I said, "I listened to it
while I was in space on my way here." "So you have been collecting information
and data on earth for quite some time," he asked. "Yes," I said, "my parents
were part of the exploration program on Viaga. The space units that entered
earth's atmosphere were unmanned, of course, they collected the data." "Why
unmanned, clearly you had the technology to have manned craft come here," he
asked. "We were afraid that you might shoot down any scouts we sent," I said,
"so we opted for unmanned reconnaissance."

Doctor Larsen was quiet for a long time and then said, "Scouts,
reconnaissance, I have to ask, were you planning on invading us?" "Not
invading," I told him, "we were looking at a place to cohabitate. Our planet
was dying." "I think I need a drink," Doctor Larsen said, "let's go in the
house." He hesitated until I moved aside from the doorway and then I followed
him to the back door and into a tidy kitchen.

"Can I get you a drink, ah, Astrid?" he asked. "No thank you, but go ahead," I
said. He poured himself an inch of whiskey in a tumbler and put a few ice
cubes in the glass. "Let's talk in the living room." Once there, he said,
"Please, have a seat," and he motioned to the couch. He took a chair on the
other side of the coffee table, where he sat his drink on a magazine.

"You're an astronomer?" I asked, "How did you learn about Viaga?" "I was an
astronomer," he said, stressing the word, 'was', "NASA, actually. I came upon
Viaga quite by accident. Our radio telescope picked up movement, one of your
drones no doubt and I started watching, or having the computers watch for
anything out of the ordinary. Then there was the radio transmissions back to
your planet. We intercepted them."

"You indicated that your planet was dying, what did you mean by that?" he
asked. "We were running out of clean air and water," I said, "We were studying
alternative living conditions as well as looking for other places to inhabit.
Earth was the most viable candidate." He nodded. "Then when it was clear the
meteor would hit, my parents put me in the escape pod that's in your garage.
Do you know if any others came here?"

"No, I don't believe so," Doctor Larsen said, "We didn't track any but yours.
We knew it landed somewhere in the southwest, but we couldn't pinpoint it with
any degree of certainty once it entered earth's atmosphere. I had been looking
for a couple of years when I ran across it in the desert near Sky Valley." I
nodded. I was sorry to hear that I was the lone survivor but perhaps someone
else fleeing Viaga went to another planet.

"Why did you write only one article about Viaga, doctor?" I asked. He
considered this question for a long time, finishing his drink, and then said,
"Several reasons, I suppose. First, the government pretty well squashed any
news releases about an inhabited planet outside of our solar system. National
security, you know, plus they didn't want a panic on their hands. Second, it
wasn't too long after my discovery that Viaga disappeared from the heavens,
and third, I was still working at the time and wanted to keep my job. NASA
would have cut me lose in a minute had I leaked that I had found evidence of
UFO's." "But the paper; why did you publish it if you were afraid of the
publicity?" I asked. "An associate of mine gave it to the press," he said, "I
had to deny it was mine and the associate lost his job and disappeared."

"Tell me, what was Viaga like?" Doctor Larsen asked. "It was a matriarchal
society," I told him, "Men were subservient to women. There was a hierarchy
among the government officials." "And your parents?" he asked. "They were
among the elite, my mother was strong, muscular, like me; my father was chosen
by her because of his virility and good looks," I said. "And you, Astrid, are
you married or have a man?" the doctor asked. I smiled and said, "I have two
people who live with me, Zoe and Ray. They know who I am, and where I come
from, but they're the only ones. They, as well as others, tend to my needs."

"And, what are your needs?" Doctor Larsen asked. "I require obedience, sex and
control," I said with a smile, "the simple things in life." "I can tell that
you don't have any problems here with those simple things, do you?" Doctor
Larsen asked. "No," I said, chuckling, "but occasionally I find a male who
thinks he is superior to me and I have to put him in his place." "Meaning?"
the doctor asked. I smiled and said, "Meaning I may have to get physical with
him. Break a rib, an arm or a leg." "And you enjoy that, do you?" he asked.
"Yes," I said simply, "but I try not to draw attention to myself. Control and
dominance is sexually satisfying. It's almost euphoric to break a bone or shed
a little blood." Doctor Larsen looked across the coffee table at me.

'He's not afraid of me', I thought, 'I like this man.'

"What about sex, are men better here than on Viaga?" he asked. "Most of the
males on Viaga were conditioned to please women, they could sustain their
erections a lot longer than men here on earth," I said, "here, the men only
want to please themselves, cater to their own feelings." He nodded, and asked,
"So it's safe to say you don't enjoy sex here on earth as much as on Viaga?"
"No, I enjoy sex with earth's males and females," I said, "I just find I need
it more frequently. I have to find partners who can keep up with my needs and
demands." "How often do you have sex?" he asked. "Four or five times a day," I
said, "but it depends; my roommates, Zoe and Ray will satisfy me and then I
masturbate as well." He nodded. "It's just that most earthlings don't have the
stamina." "I see," he said.

"Do you consider yourself bisexual? You said that you enjoy sex with men and
females," he asked. I smiled. "I guess by your standards you may consider me
bisexual, but," I said, "you have to understand, it's a matter of need. When I
need sex, I use men and women."

We sat in silence for a few minutes. I liked Doctor Larsen, he didn't seem to
judge me. Finally, he said, "You're very muscular, Astrid, you obviously work
out." "Yes," I said, "women of Viaga believed in taking care of their bodies.
I was more muscular than most, but all Viagan women were superior to women
here on earth when it comes to muscles and strength." I said that, not as a
boast, but simply a statement of fact. Doctor Larsen nodded, and then asked,
"Could you show me how strong you are?" "Certainly," I said, looking around
his living room. I stood and walked to the fireplace, taking the poker from
the stand on the hearth; I turned and walked back to where he sat. He must
have thought I was going to beat him with it, because he flinched, but I held
it between my hands and effortlessly bent it in half. Once the shaft was bent
I continued to bend it until it formed a circle with the handle and poker end
pointing in opposite directions.

"You made that seem effortless," he said. "It was, would you like to see my
muscles, doctor?" I asked. He nodded. I removed my silk blouse and flexed my
biceps. My muscles leapt as I pumped them. I turned so that my back was toward
him and placing my hands on my hips, rotated my shoulders so that my back
muscles flexed. My trapezius muscles arched.

Turning once more to face him I ran a fingertip over my erect nipple. "Even my
nipples have muscles," I said laughing, and watched as my nipple stood erect
from my areola. "Stand up, doctor, feel it," I said, "feel how hard it is." As
he stood up I noticed his erection. "How long has it been since you've had
sex, Doctor Larsen?" I asked. "Pl-please," he said, "call me Doug," and
stroked my nipple with a fingertip. "How long, Doug?" I asked once more. "A
long time," he said, not making eye contact with me, but studying my breast.
"Go on, Doug, suck my tit, I know you want to," I said, and slowly he lowered
his mouth to my nipple.

I allowed Doug to suck my breast for several minutes and while this did
nothing to relieve my sexual tension, I was sure the good doctor was enjoying
his self. I stepped away from him and said, "Get undressed and then get on
your knees." He looked at me for a moment and then kicked off his shoes and
unsnapped and unzipped his trousers. He unbuttoned his shirt, throwing all of
his clothes on the chair in which he had been seated. Now, clad only in a pair
of briefs he looked at me. "Underwear too, Doug," I said, and watched as he
stepped out of his shorts, his erect penis springing free of its confines.

"Get on your knees, baby," I repeated softly, "Mistress Astrid needs you to
service her cock." His eyes met mine as he grasped the arm of the chair and
lowered himself to his knees. Looking down at him I said, "Remove my leggings,
baby, let me show you what a real muscle goddess can do." He gently took the
waistband of my leggings and peeled them down my defined thighs and then over
my calves. I stepped free of them and stood with my hands on my hips. Slowly
he looked up and then caught sight of my clit. It was inches from his face.

"Have you ever pleasured a woman, Doug," I asked, "Pleasured her with your
mouth?" He nodded. "Good, good," I said, "Now you're going to see why I
require sex four or five times a day." I ran a hand over my taut abdominals
and then drew a finger along the length of my clit. I was not yet erect, but I
could feel my clit responding to my touch. "Watch, baby, watch my 'she-cock',"
I told him. He watched as I took myself and gently stroked my shaft. "Have you
ever seen a woman do this?" I asked as I stroked my clitoris to an erection.
He shook his head and I laughed. "No, I didn't think so," I said, "Earth women
are incapable of what I'm about to show you."

My clitoris is as large as a male's penis when aroused; seven inches, an
attribute which allows me to have sex similar to males. My urethra runs in my
clit unlike earth's females, however, similar to my earth's counterparts; I
have a vagina as well. I'm sexually satisfied by either men or women.

"Take me, baby, suck your mistress' cock," I said. Doctor Larsen gently
grasped my shaft and took the head of my clit in his mouth. "Hmm," I moaned,
"That's it, baby, make love to my cock." I held his head between my hands and
thrust my pelvis. Doug ran his hands along the back of my legs and clenched my
butt. He was in surprisingly good shape for a man in his sixties. I appreciate
a man who can take care of himself.

I climaxed and to his credit, as my cum hit the back of his throat, he
swallowed. A second load followed and he choked that down. "Hmm," I hummed
contentedly, "That was wonderful, baby, thank you." I withdrew and looking
down at him, he looked up, a contented look on his face. His lips were slick
with my aftermath. "Thank you, mistress," he whispered, a damp spot about the
size of a saucer on the carpet between his legs. Doctor Douglas Larsen had
reached an epic orgasm, 'perhaps the best in his life,' I thought.

"Come, doctor," I said, holding out a hand to help him up, "I know you want to
ask a lot more questions. I'll be candid with you. You can ask whatever you
want, let's go to your bedroom." He led the way to the master bedroom. I
pulled back the bedspread, blanket and sheet and laid down. Doug crawled in
next to me and for the next several hours we talked.

Finally, Doctor Larsen said, "Could I write about what we talked about?"
"Publish another paper?" I asked. "No, not exactly," he said, "I was thinking
about something of a less formal, more unconventional nature," and he
proceeded to tell me about what he had in mind.

At first I was reluctant, but the more he talked, I found his suggestion
intriguing. "That sounds good," I told him, "are you sure you want to be in
the media again?" "I've always enjoyed writing, and you happened to fall into
my lap," he said, but before he could finish, I held up my hand and laughed.
"I think it's more like you fell into my lap, doctor." He laughed and said,
"Quite right, but I mean, your landing here on earth is a once in a lifetime
opportunity, I have to write your story, put something in print." "As long as
you're insulated from the mainstream media, I don't want either of us to be
hounded," I told him, "I have a good job and for the most part 'fly under the
radar'." "We won't be, not on the sites I'm thinking of, posting my story" he
said, and then corrected himself, "Our story." Ultimately, I gave him my
blessing.

I glanced at the bedside clock and saw that it was now well after ten o'clock.
"Do you think you can get that cock of yours hard, Doug," I asked. He smiled
and said, "I think so." I gave him a stern look and said, "You better, and you
better not disappoint me either or I'll have to punish you." For the first
time he scowled and I laughed. "I was kidding," I said, "but I will milk that
cock of yours with my pussy."

As he moved between my legs and the head of his penis entered my vagina, I
gripped his shaft with my vaginal muscles and massaged him bringing him to a
climax within minutes.

By two o'clock in the morning Doug had climaxed four times. He was exhausted
and quickly fell asleep in my arms. I had managed to prolong his final orgasm
for more than a half hour. 'Doctor Larsen is turning into an apt, ready and
willing student', I thought shortly before I fell asleep myself.

I woke at seven the next morning to find Doug in the kitchen frying eggs. "I
hope you're hungry," he said as I padded into the kitchen naked. I reached
around him as he stood at the stove and cupped his penis with one hand. "Does
my eggs come with sausage, Doug," I asked and we both laughed.

Prologue

I have written four episodes about Mistress Astrid, all of which are posted on
this website. I hope you have enjoyed them. I speak from experience when I say
that Astrid is an incredible, sexually charged, highly-muscular woman or
alien. My life has changed dramatically since she has come into my life.

This is my final episode. Astrid and I, Ray and Zoe, are going on an extended
vacation.

Thank you for allowing me to share her story with you ... .

Doctor Douglas Larsen, PhD

i.e., Muscle Fan