Astrid - Realtor of the Year
by Muscle Fan
A work of science fiction 


covert.1@hotmail.com

My name is Astrid and I'm from a planet outside of earth's solar system called
Viaga. Viaga no long exists as it was destroyed by the meteor Melchior.
Fortunately I escaped landing on earth nearly ten years ago.

Few know this fact; but among them are, Ray and Zoe, my housemates. Ray and
Zoe are also my slaves and lovers. Ray is a postal carrier and Zoe the owner
of a trendy boutique in Palm Springs. When I refer to Zoe and Ray as my
slaves, it's simply that I am the mistress of the house and they do as I want.
They are free, however, to leave at any time.

I have assimilated into the humanoid lifestyle here on earth, and for the sake
of the neighbors, I'm Ray's sister.

This is my story.

With the help of Ray and Zoe, I have been 'flying under the radar' here on
earth for nearly ten years now. We have moved into a spacious one-story home
in Desert Hot Springs where I am now a successful realtor.

My success is not due solely to my salesmanship, but mainly because I'm good
at what I do, and what I do is control. Whether commercial or residential real
estate, I can usually get the client to commit, or as I like to think of it,
submit to me. A case in point is a man from Los Angeles who I'll call John.
John was looking for a winter home for him and his wife. He is a successful
attorney who spends way too much time at the office and in court.

I agreed to show him three properties in one day. The first property was a
condominium which we never got out of the car to see. "I'm not interested in
living on top of people," John complained looking out the window at the condo
complex, "Ann and I need our own space."

Ann, John said, had to stay home to attend some charity fund-raiser or
another. 'Probably just as well,' I thought, 'Ann is probably a stuck-up snob
like her husband. It will be fun to break this asshole.' "OK," I said, "The
next property should be more to your liking," I said, starting the car.

John was dressed in khaki slacks and a turquoise polo shirt with loafers.
'Quite preppy,' I thought. His short athletic body indicated that he probably
spent hours on the golf course or the tennis court. He kept glancing at my
muscular legs as I drove, perhaps because I kept flexing them. 'Men are
suckers for muscular, well-defined legs,' I thought.

We pulled into the circular drive of the second property. A low one-story that
was all but invisible from the street. "This is a four bedroom, five-bath
home. It was completely renovated two years ago and has a tennis court," I
said. "Pool," John asked. "Of course," I said opening my car door.

I unlocked the front door and held it for John. He began looking around the
foyer as he entered. I showed him through the house winding up in the kitchen.
"Notice the eight burner stove, sub-zero refrigerator and the marble counter
tops," I said, "Perfect for entertaining." "Can I see the pool?" he asked. "By
all means," I said and led him out through the door from the kitchen.

The pool area and adjacent cabana had been part of the remodel two years ago.
"You'll notice that the pool and surrounding area is completely sheltered," I
said, "to insure maximum privacy." It was true; the neighbors were screened
from view by a masonry wall and tall trees. John looked around and walked to
the cabana. "There are a changing room and shower," I said as he opened the
door and peered in.

The temperature was in the high eighties. I removed my jacket and tossed it
across my shoulder. As John turned back to me, he stopped briefly, and then
asked, "Do you work out?" I smiled and said, "Yes, why?" I knew why he asked
but I wanted to close this deal. "Your arms are big," John said, walking back
to where I was standing.

"What about my legs," I asked, "I saw you looking at them in the car." I
lifted my mini-skirt slightly and tensed my quads. They responded immediately
with striated muscles and deep definition, the veins standing out. I traced a
major vein with a fingertip until it disappeared under my skirt.

John licked his lips. "Do you like muscular women, John, or do you think I'm
too muscular?" I asked and flexed my bicep no more than a foot from his face.
His eyes widened slightly and again he absently licked his lips. "Yes," he
said, trying to maintain calmness in his voice, "I love women with muscles. I
appreciate a woman who takes care of herself." "So you don't think I'm too
muscular?" I asked again. "No, no," he said, "not at all."

"Good," I said, and tossed my blazer onto a nearby chaise. "You know," I said,
"it's so hot and that pool looks so inviting, why don't we take a quick dip
before we go to the next house." He looked from me to the pool and back again.
"But we don't have any suits," he said. I laughed. "Silly boy," I said, "We
don't need bathing suits, what do you say?" He nodded quickly and I smiled and
reached behind me to unzip my skirt.

The skirt fell to the pool deck and I stepped out of my pumps. Now I was only
about two-inches taller than John. He was just pulling hill polo shirt over
his head when he saw me. My blouse was long enough to hide my hips and pubic
area, but he was staring at my legs.

John was trim, with no hair on his chest. He unbuckled his belt and unsnapped
his trousers. "You wax your chest," I said. He nodded, stepping from his
trousers. "I like to keep myself free of hair," he said. "Me too," I said as I
shrugged of my blouse.

"Oh," he said when he saw me. "Is something wrong?" I asked. He shook his
head, and I laughed. He did the same, a sort of nervous laughter. "I'll tell
you what," I said, "I'll race you to the end of the pool and back." "What are
we playing for," he asked. I hesitated a moment and then said, "If I win, you
buy the house, but if I lose, I'll make love to you." Now it was his turn to
hesitate and I thought he wasn't going to take my bet. He looked at my body,
his eyes roaming over it, lingering on my clit, his tongue moistening his
lips.

When I'm flaccid, my clit appears large, perhaps an inch and one-half in
length, but when I'm aroused, erect, I'm nearly seven-inches. John, while in
good shape, had a small penis. In its semi-erect state he was only
four-inches.

"Alright," he said finally, "you're on. Up and back, if I win, I have sex with
you anyway I want. If you win, I buy this place, fair enough?" "Sure," I said,
"why not."

The pool was rectangular with a spa at the shallow end. We walked down the
steps into the shallow end and stood against the spa. "Ready," I said. He
nodded. "OK, on the count of three; one, two, three," I said and I dove just
beneath the surface. I did a dolphin kick and powered forward, surfacing only
yards from the deep end wall. I ducked under and made a racing turn noting
John close at my shoulder.

Coming out of the turn, I kicked and using my powerful arms pulled myself
forward. I stood when I touched the wall at the spa in time to see John coast
in a length behind me. Standing he said out of breath, "Good one, Astrid, I'll
have to bring Ann by to look at the place." "Really?" I asked, "And here I
thought you were a man of your word." "What do you mean?" he asked. "You're
just finding an excuse to get out of our bet," I said, walking up the steps to
the deck, "I should have known."

I knew he was watching my back, butt and legs as I walked up the steps. John
was so predictable.

He stepped to the deck and said, "No, it's not like that, Astrid, I just need
to bring Ann by to look at the place first." "And if she doesn't like it?" I
asked. He turned red and it wasn't from swimming a lap in the pool. "You think
I'd back out of a bet?" he asked. "I don't know, John, would you?" I asked, "I
just thought you could make a decision on your own." "Are you married," he
asked. "No, but even if I were," I said, "I'm capable of making my own
decisions without consulting a spouse." Now that I chastised him, I wondered
what he would say.

I didn't have to wait long. "You're right," he said, "This house is perfect.
Let's go back to your office and close the deal before I have a change of
heart." I laughed and said, "That's great, John, but before we go, let's close
another deal here while we dry," and he looked up at me perplexed, "Suck me,"
I said, "I know you've wanted to ever since you've seen my she-cock." I felt
my clit becoming erect, perhaps at the thought of having made a healthy
commission, or maybe just at the thought of getting my clit serviced.

He looked down and said, "You're big, very big." I chuckled, and said,
"Uh-huh, you haven't seen anything yet." I took myself between my thumb and
forefinger and stroked my clitoris, feeling it stiffen. "Hmm," I said, "it
feels so good when I play with myself. Do you masturbate often?" He blinked a
couple of times and then said, "Once in a while." I nodded and said, "I have
to masturbate or have sex three or four times a day. OK, John, I'm ready for
you."

I could tell that he was considering what I had told him about masturbating,
but it was the truth. I needed to have sex three or four times a day.

He looked down at my 'she-cock' and I said, "Take me, John, get on your knees
and take me." I pushed down gently on his shoulders and he sunk to his knees
on the deck. Now fully erect, I guided my shaft to his eager mouth. "Hmm," I
hummed as he took me, "that's it, baby, Astrid needs to climax." I put a hand
behind his head and pumped my hips sending my clit deeper into his throat. As
I pumped, he masturbated his puny cock. I looked down as he climaxed sending a
small spurt of cum onto the concrete. 'Pathetic,' I thought, 'the only good
thing about John is his mouth.' I climaxed filling his mouth, holding his face
to my pelvis as he gagged, that is until he swallowed.

It wasn't until I was spent that I released my hold on the back of his head.
He choked, and gasped for air. "Thank you, baby," I said, "I needed that." He
looked up at me and tentatively touched my clit. "Impressive, isn't it, do you
like it?" I asked. He nodded and I chuckled. "I bet Ann isn't built like me,
is she?" I asked. He shook his head. "I didn't think so. Maybe one day I'll
meet this Ann and have her service my clit or better yet," I said, "show her
what a stud I can be and fuck her, do you think she'd like that?" He didn't
say anything and I laughed and with a finger under his chin, pulled him up
until he stood before me. "I was just kidding," I said, "now let's get dressed
and go to the office and get started with that paperwork."

We met at the office where John signed the papers so that I could present his
offer to the seller. I had no doubt the owner would accept the offer since he
was submitting an offer for the full asking price. I would make a hefty
$58,800 commission. 'Not bad for a few hours of work,' I thought, with a
smile, 'and fifteen minutes of pleasure.'

We said our good-byes and as I drove home, I wondered what John's wife Ann,
would say. 'Who knows,' I thought, 'she may love the house. She'll probably be
spending most of her time alone in that house anyway, with John at his office
in Los Angeles. Maybe I'll drop in on Ann' I thought with a smile.

Our home, or compound, as Zoe refers to it, is huge with five bedrooms and
seven bathrooms, a home gym, theatre room, great room, sauna, four-car garage
and, of course, a swimming pool with an amazing rock waterfall. It once
belonged to a movie star who found himself on the wrong side of the law.
Suffice to say, I picked up the property at a decent price. It was six o'clock
when I pulled into the driveway.

"Good evening, Astrid," Zoe said as I came into the kitchen, "How was your
day?" "It was good, thank you," I said, "I sold the El Sereno property to a
Los Angeles attorney." Zoe wrinkled her nose. I laughed and said, "He wasn't
that bad, small cock but talented with his mouth." She laughed as well. Ray
came into the kitchen and asked, "What did I miss?" "Astrid sold the El Sereno
house to an attorney," Zoe said, "She said he has a small cock but is talented
with his mouth." Ray smiled and said, "I guess that's why attorneys are known
as a 'mouth piece'," and we all laughed.

Not all of my real estate appointments went as well as the one with John the
attorney. Some time back I was showing a home to a perspective buyer who,
shall we say, found me extremely attractive. He was very persistent. "Please,
Astrid," he begged, "Flex your arm for me."

All the while we were in the car from the office to the home I was showing
him, Ralph couldn't take his eyes off of me, particularly my arms. I have to
admit I teased him somewhat, flexing a bicep here and a tricep there,
tightening my forearms to allow my veins to swell. By the time we had arrived
at the house, poor Ralph had an erection that he couldn't hide.

We had just gotten to one of the bedroom when he said once more; "Just one
little flex, Astrid?" I couldn't resist, besides, I was a bit horny myself.
Who knew, maybe Ralph was a stud. "Alright, Ralph, sit on the edge of the
bed," I said. He sat quickly, never taking his eyes from me.

I raised my right arm and flexed my bicep. The muscle leaped forming a
softball size mound. I studied it for a long moment, and then extending my
tongue, ran is slowly along the length of the bicep. "Hmm," I said, "you
should feel how hard it is." He nodded, wide eyed, his erection straining
against his trousers. I repeated the pose with my left arm.

I stepped closer to the bed and said, "Feel it, Ralphy, feel my muscle."
Slowly he reached forward touching my bicep tentatively with his fingertips.
'Wimp,' I thought to myself and crossed my arms in front of my chest tensing
my trapezius muscles.

"Ah," Ralph sighed as I pumped my arms in front of my chest, tensing the
muscles. I smiled at him while I held the pose for nearly a minute. "Do you
like that, Ralphy?" I asked. "Uh-huh," he stammered. I chuckled. I relaxed and
began to unbutton my sleeveless blouse. "Would you like to see my chest and
abdominals, Ralph," I asked. "Uh-huh," he said softly. I expected to see drool
run down his chin.

By this time my nipples were hard and I was getting excited. I pulled my
blouse from my skirt and tossed it onto an arm chair. When I turned, Ralph's
eyes looked as if he were about to cry. That's when I noticed the damp spot at
his crotch.

"Oh, Ralph," I said, "You're such a bad boy." He looked at me sheepishly and
quietly said, "I'm sorry." I said, "I'm going to have to punish you for that,
you know that, don't you?" He nodded, sniffling. "Stand up and pull down your
pants," I said. He did without any hesitation. His flaccid penis hung like a
limp sausage.

I spanked his butt cheek, and he gave a cry, my hand leaving a red mark. "You
know better than to cum before I tell you to, don't you?" I asked. He sniveled
and said, "Y-yes." "You really are a wimp, aren't you, Ralph?" I asked. "Yes,
mistress," Ralph said. 'Mistress,' I thought, 'I like that. This submissive
behavior is like the men of my planet.' I felt my desires rising.

I lifted his cock with my index finger and said, "This flabby piece of meat
can't please a woman like me, sissy-boy, I want to see you get it hard."
"Y-yes, mistress," he said. I removed my finger and pushed him back on the
bed. "I know you need help, so Mistress Astrid is going to give you a little
show," I said and I reached behind me and unzipped my skirt and stepped out of
it. Naked I stood before him and placed my hands on my hips.

"Well," I said, "Have you ever seen a body like mine before?" He shook his
head. I laughed. "Of course you haven't," I said, "and you will never see a
body like mine again." He looked at me, fear in his eyes. I felt the stirring
of excitement in my clitoris.

I tensed my abdominals and ran a hand across the muscles. "Do you like my
muscles, baby?" I asked, and he nodded, "How much do you like them?" He licked
his lips and then trying to find a voice said, "A lot, mistress, I like them a
lot." I chuckled and said, "Good, I knew you did."

I planted my foot between his legs, just on the edge of the bed. "Look at my
quads, Ralphy; I could crush you with them." I relaxed my quadriceps muscles
and then tensed them, the muscles exploding, thick veins crisscrossing them.
He tore his eyes away from mine and looked at my leg and then at my clit.

Semi-erect, I said, "Oh, you like my 'she-cock', baby?" and I lifted it, "My
clit is bigger than your cock and unlike you, I can last for hours, not
minutes," and I chuckled. His eyes widened. "Hmm," I hummed as I gently
stroked myself, "I love to play with my clit."

He put one hand on my calf and one on my quad. I quickly took my foot away. "I
didn't tell you to touch me, bitch," I hissed, "did I?" He shook his head.
"What?" I asked abruptly. "N-no, mistress," he said averting eye contact. I
was now erect, my clit a stiff seven-inches in length.

Ralph looked up and gasped as he saw my clit mere inches from his face. "Suck
me, sissy-boy, suck your mistress," I said. He looked up at me. The fear was
back in his eyes.

The feeling of dominating, even an earthling, is so powerful that I thought I
was going to climax. Looking at the fear in the man's face turned me on. I
stopped stroking myself.

"Do it," I said, forcefully, "Suck me!" He scooted forward on the bed and
hesitated. I clutched a handful of his hair in my hand and ran my clit into
his mouth. "Come on, bitch, suck me," I nearly screamed. He gagged but I was
too lost in my own pleasure to notice. "Hmm," I moaned, "Yea, that's it." I
pumped my hips. I was nearing a climax and I pulled my clit from his mouth and
released my hold on his hair. He fell back on the bed, out cold.

I turned my head and saw my reflection in the mirrored wardrobe closet door.
'Strong, with well-muscled shoulders, arms and legs', I thought, 'I look
fantastic.' I slowly continued to stroke my erect clit while I watched my
reflection in the mirror. I brought myself to an orgasm, sending a stream of
cum onto the man on the bed. He remained motionless. "Hmm," I hummed as I
finished stroking myself.

Satiated, I looked down at Ralph. 'Pathetic excuse for a human', I thought,
'I'll need to change the bedding.' "Wake up, bitch," I said and gently slapped
him on the jaw several times. He woke up and groggily, "Hmm?" he said. "Get
up, Ralph, you need to change the sheets." He rubbed his eyes and looked at
himself, naked, covered in my cum.

Ralph got to his feet shakily and I went in search of new bedding. I found a
new bedspread in a closet off the hall. "Here," I said, tossing the spread on
the floor, "put this on; you can put that one in the wash." Ralph did as he
was told as I stepped into my skirt and put my blouse on. Ralph dressed and we
went to the attached garage where the washer and dryer were located.

"Mistress," he asked timidly, "what happened?" I looked at him and said,
"Nothing, Ralph, nothing happened." 'What a moron,' I thought, 'I need to
control my sexual desires. This ass meant nothing to me.'

We left and returned to the real estate office, driving in silence. I sat
behind the wheel as he got out in the parking lot. "I'm sorry, mistress," he
said weakly as he held the car door open, "I'll let you know about the house."
"Good-bye, Ralph," I said, "shut the door." He did and I drove off.

Ralph tried to contact me, but I handed him off to another realtor. He
eventually bought the house, but not through me.

Another client I had, and this was shortly after I had started selling real
estate, was looking at a home. He was single, looking at a small two-bedroom
house that the broker wanted me to sell. Similar to the previous story, he was
infatuated with my muscles.

We had just come back inside after I had shown him the back yard when he put
his hand on my arm. "Hmm," he said softly in my ear, "I love a woman with
muscles." I shrugged off his arm and said, "You're going to have to act fast,
this house won't last."

"It's not the house that I need to act fast on," he said, and ran his hand
along my bicep again. "Look," I said, turning to face him, "Keep your hands
off of me." "Or what," he asked, "Are you going to beat me up?" "I will," I
said and began walking to the door.

He grabbed my shoulder from behind and tried to turn me around. "Astrid," he
said, "You wouldn't want me to talk to your boss, would you? Tell him how you
were rude to me?" I turned to him and said, "Look, buddy, keep your hands to
yourself and don't threaten me." "Or what," he said and poked his finger
against my chest.

I grabbed his finger before he could pull it away and snapped it like a twig.
He screamed, holding his hand, the broken finger at an odd angle. "You bitch,"
he said, "You can't do that." I smiled at him and said, "I just did, bitch,
what are you going to do about it?" With his good hand he hit me in the solar
plexus, 'Thwack'.

"Is that all you got, wimp?" I taunted, "I've seen little girls hit better
than that." The truth of the matter is that I had. On Viaga where I come from,
young girls are stronger than earth men. Infuriated now, he hit me again.
"You're going to hurt your hand, asshole," I said, and I pushed him. He
staggered backwards but caught himself from falling. He put a hand on my upper
chest just below my shoulder and tried to shove me, but I didn't move.

I pushed him again and this time he stumbled to the floor. I put my hands on
my hips and looked down at him. "You're an arrogant prick," I said, "and a
bully. But you can't intimidate me." I put a stiletto on his chest and pushed
him to the floor. "Maybe I should crush you like a bug, would you like that?"
I said. He grabbed my calf and tried to remove my foot from his chest. "Let me
up, bitch," he said. "Not until you apologize," I said.

"I'll never apologize to you, bitch, you broke my damn finger," he hissed,
looking up at me. I reached down and grabbed him by his hair and pulled him to
his feet. "Ow, ow," he said in pain. 'If he thinks me pulling him by his hair
is painful, just wait,' I thought. "I'm going to teach you a lesson,
sissy-boy," I said, "and I'm not stopping until you apologize."

I released my hold on his hair and tore his shirt open. His pale chest had
little hair. "Hey, what are you doing?" he asked. I didn't say anything but
quickly unbuckled his belt. He tried to push my hands away and I slapped him
on the jaw. He wailed and put a hand to his reddened cheek. I pulled his pants
apart and the button snapped. "Hey, what are you doing," he repeated as his
trousers fell to the floor.

I grabbed his scrotum and squeezed lightly. "Ow, stop that," and tried to
knock my hand away. "What's the matter, bitch, afraid I might rip that puny
little cock of yours off?" "You've got a foul mouth, Astrid," he said. "And
you're arrogant and a bully," I said.

Releasing him, I ripped the elastic waistband of his boxer shorts and let them
fall atop his trousers. He cupped his scrotum and penis with his hands. I
pulled his hands away and stood looking at his penis or what passed as a
penis. I laughed and he turned red. "You bitch," he hissed and drove his fist
into my abs again and then using the hand with the broken finger, he followed
that with a cross to my jaw line. If he expected to see my head snap to one
side he was disappointed.

I grabbed him with my right hand just under his jaw and lifted him off the
floor. He immediately put both hands on my wrist trying to free himself. "You
prick," I said, "I'm going to enjoy myself," and I tossed him to the floor
where he landed with his back against the front of the sofa.

Sitting on the couch I straddled his head pinning his arms to the couch with
my calves. I closed my thighs, the back of his head against my pussy and
applied pressure to his head. 'I could crush his skull,' I thought, 'but I
want to make this bastard suffer.'

I released my hold on his head and stood up, waiting for the man to come to. I
didn't have to wait long. Groggily he came around, looking up at me. His eyes
widened as his vision cleared. "What the hell," he said. "Get up," I said,
"Get on your feet." At first I didn't think he was going to stand up, but he
slowly got to his feet.

I held up my index finger and said to him, "Do you apologize for being a
bastard?" He looked from my finger to me and smirked, "You are one crazy
bitch, aren't you?" I placed my finger on a rib on his right side and pushed,
snapping it. He howled in pain.

"See how easy that was," I said, and slapped him on the jaw open-handedly. A
trickle of blood formed at the corner of his mouth. "See how easy it is for me
to punish you?" I raised my finger once more and he cowered.

"Now let me ask you once more, do you apologize for being a bastard?" I asked.
With face and eyes diverted, he said, "Alright! Don't hit me anymore. Yes,
yes, I apologize for being a bastard."

While it wasn't the most sincere apology, I said, "Fine, apology accepted, now
get dressed." We rode in silence back to the office, the broker meeting us at
the door. If the real estate broker noticed any thing out of the ordinary, he
didn't let on. "So, how'd it go," Peter asked, "Ready to buy that little
place?" Peter Baker, the real estate broker and my boss was a good man, didn't
ask many questions and left me pretty much alone to operate as I wanted to
operate.

Surprisingly, the man put an offer in on the house. The offer was accepted and
to this day, he lives there.

Recently I was honored by the Coachella Valley Realtors Association as Realtor
of the Year, a prestigious honor for a woman who has only been in the business
for less than ten years. The president of the association presented me with an
engraved plaque.

I had the highest gross sales this year and was heralded as having 'the
tenacity and perseverance to tackle the most difficult clients.' This drew
some nervous laughter from those in attendance at the dinner, especially those
who know me best.

Ray and Zoe attended the dinner which was held at one of the golf resorts. In
the car on the way home, Zoe said, "That was a nice event, Astrid, thank you
for inviting us." "Who else was I going to invite," I said, "You two are my
family." And it was true. While our living arrangements may be viewed as
unconventional by some, it suited the three of us; Ray, Zoe and I.

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