Chance Gym Encounter
By Muscle Fan
covert.1@hotmail.com


This is a work of fiction and perhaps wishful thinking. It is graphic and
perhaps a little violent, but I hope you will appreciate the story.

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My plane got in in the late afternoon. I had been out of town on business for
a few days and rather than stop in at the office, I dropped my bags off at my
flat, unpacked and headed downstairs to the gym on the ground floor.

I normally work out in the mornings before work, but felt I needed to stretch
my muscles after being crammed into coach class on the airplane. I'm six-foot
tall and flying coach isn't meant for men over five-foot six-inches.

I was pleasantly surprised when I entered the gym to find it wasn't busy.
Since this was not my usual time to work out, I didn't see any familiar faces.
My gym is broken up into several rooms and alcoves. The layout lends itself to
working out various body parts.

I stretched and ran through my ab routine. Leg lifts, crunches, side bend sit
ups, etc. 'Maybe some shoulder work,' I thought as I made my way to the upper
body area at the rear of the gym. I noticed the crowd had thinned as I entered
the room, in fact, there was only one other person working out. He was seated
on the inclined military bench, his back to me. He looked big but wore a
sweatshirt that hid his size.

He was doing his reps slowly, 'Lifting heavy,' I thought. I took a seat on a
pull down machine and began working my lats, but all the while watching the
man on the bench. 'Three hundred pounds,' I thought, 'this guy is good,' as he
lowered the bar to the locks.

He sat a minute and then stood up, the hood of his sweatshirt falling to his
shoulders. 'Shit,' I thought, 'it's a woman!' She put another plate on each
end of the bar, studying it for a full minute before turning in my direction.

"Excuse me," she said, "Could you give me a spot?" Unconsciously I turned to
look behind me to see if she was speaking to someone else. When I turned back,
she was smiling at me. "You," she said, and curled her finger for me to come
to her. 'What an idiot,' I thought as I stood up and approached her.

"Could you give me a spot?" she asked again as I stood in front of her, "I
want to get eight reps in." I looked from her to the bar and it's nearly four
hundred pounds and then back to her. Before I could comment, she said, "I
doubt I'll have any trouble, but it would be nice to have you as a backup."

Her voice was soft and if she had any doubt about being able to lift such a
heavy weight, she didn't let on. She took a seat on the bench and I stepped on
to the small platform in back of the seat. She took her time, adjusting her
grip and slowly lifted the bar and its weights from the stops. Slowly she
lowered the bar to her chest and then extended her arms. Once, twice, etc. She
was on her eighth rep when she appeared to hesitate. I put my hands under the
bar when she said softly, "No, I got this," and she extended her arms. She let
the bar settle into the locks on the bench and stood up and began to take the
weights from the bar and putting them on the rack. I stepped off the platform
and did the same on the opposite end of the bar.

"Thanks," she said, not even breathing hard. The only evidence of her exertion
was the sweat stained sweats she wore. 'She's tall,' I thought as I looked
into her pale blue eyes. "Not a problem," I said, "but I must say that's a lot
of weight to be lifting." "For a girl you mean," she said. "Ah, no," I said
shaking my head, "for anyone. I'm impressed." This brought a smile to her
luscious lips, "So muscular women don't turn you off?"

"Quite the opposite," I said, "I've always found muscular women attractive."
"Uh-huh," she said softly, "Muscular, strong women?" I nodded and her smile
widened. "Have you been with many?" she asked. I tilted my head not really
understanding the question.

"Have you been with many strong, muscular women?" she asked. I shook my head
and said, "Ah, no, not really, just seen videos and magazines." She gave a
soft laugh and said, "Yes, the babes in the videos and magazines. Would it
surprise you to know they're not strong?" "Really," I said, "but they're well
defined." Again she smiled. "Yes, but appearances can be deceiving," she said,
"Do you live close by?"

Maybe it was just me, but I was having a problem following the conversation.
She waited and I said, "Just upstairs." "Good," she said picking up her gym
bag, "Let's go."

I managed to get my key in the lock and opened the door for her. She stepped
into my flat and looked around. "Nice," she said, "I wondered what these lofts
looked like. It must be convenient to live above a gym." "Yes, it is," I said.

She dropped her bag at the end of my couch and straightened up. I noticed she
wasn't wearing a wedding ring. "May I use your shower?" she asked. "Well, ah,
sure," I stammered, trying to remember when the last time I had cleaned the
bathroom. She smiled and said, "I'll have a cup of tea, if you don't mind,"
and turned and walked to my bedroom.

'Tea, yes, she wanted tea,' I thought turning towards the kitchen. 'Do I have
tea?' I asked myself. I looked towards the bedroom door which still stood
ajar. In one sweeping motion, she pulled her hoodie over her head and dropped
it on my bedroom carpet. In that instant I caught sight of the broadest, most
muscular back I had ever seen. I almost dropped the tea kettle I was filling
in the sink.

I heard the water running and waited for the water in the kettle to boil. Time
passed slowly with me fanaticizing about the muscle woman in my shower. The
steam from the kettle brought me out of my reverie. I located a box with tea
bags and put one in a mug and filled it with boiling water.

"Thank you," she said from the bedroom doorway. I looked towards her and she
stood in the door frame, one arm against the left side of the frame, touching
the top of it. She had on a white dress shirt of mine that looked too small
for her magnificent body. The bottom of the shirt barely covered her shaved
pubis.

"I hope you don't mind," she said, "I didn't bring a change of clothes." She
let go of the door frame and walked towards the kitchen. 'I hope she doesn't
notice my hard on,' I thought as I watched her pad towards me.

Her quads were unbelievable. Not just the size and definition, but the thick
veins that crisscrossed the muscles.

She stopped on the other side of the counter between us and said softly,
"Would you like to see something special?" I could only nod. She giggled and
said, "OK, watch," and she brought her arms across her chest and I heard the
faint ripping sound of material. 'I can't believe what I'm seeing,' I thought,
'she's literally ripping my shirt from her body.' The seams of the shirt gave
way at the shoulders and as she brought her arms back, the buttons pulled at
their button holes and flew onto the counter.

When she relaxed, my shirt was in tatters and I was left with an unobstructed
view of her huge chest. Her breasts weren't the largest I had seen but she was
the most muscular woman I had seen. She shrugged out of my ruined shirt
letting it drop to the floor. "I hope you don't mind, but you said you liked
muscular women. I wanted to show you how muscular I am." I nodded. 'Muscular
is an understatement,' I thought.

I couldn't speak. I only could stare at this Amazon in front of me. "Don't be
shy," she said, "What do you think?" She rounded the counter separating us.
"I, ah, err, I think you're magnificent," I stammered. She chuckled as she
stood in front of me not more than a foot away. "Magnificent, huh?" she asked,
"What about these babies?" She struck a double bicep pose and her arms
swelled. "They're twenty inches," she said, "go on, feel them, don't be
afraid." 'Afraid?' I thought, 'I'm petrified,' but I willed my hand out to
touch the mountain of muscle inches from my face. What I felt was warm
granite. I might as well have been touching stone. Like her quads, veins ran
across her bicep landscape.

"Kiss them," she said, "go on, I know you want to." Slowly I leaned forward
and put my lips on her bulging bicep. She laughed and said, "There's something
else you need to know." With my lips still pressed against her bicep, I looked
into those blue eyes and she said, "Muscle women need to have sex, hard and
often, do you think you can please me?"

'Was she asking me to have sex with her?' I thought. I straightened up and
said, "Sure, I mean, ah, yes." She smiled and placed her hands on her hips and
said, "Then get on your knees and suck my clit. I need to have an orgasm and I
need to have it now." There was a sense of urgency in her voice although I
didn't know why.

I got on my knees in front of her and my eyes opened wide as I took in the
largest, thickest clit I had ever seen. I had orally please a dozen or more
women in the past, but none with a clitoris like this woman's. I looked up and
wasn't surprised to find her watching me. "What's the matter little man, cat
got your tongue, or should I say, pussy?" and she laughed at her own joke. I
looked back at her clit that was jiggling with her laugher.

She put her hands on the back of my head and drew me forward. "Suck my clit,"
she commanded, "I want to feel your tongue inside me." I took her she-cock
between my lips and sucked. "Hmm," she moaned, "You've done this before,
that's good, baby. My clit is three inches long when I get hard, you can get
me hard can't you?" I gave a muffled response as I worked her meat between my
lips, and she said, "Good I need to climax." She gently thrust her hips and I
could feel her clit swell and harden.

"Hmm," she continued to moan, "That's it." Her hips moved quicker as she
erupted with a stream of cum into my mouth. She exhaled loudly holding my
mouth against her pussy. I gagged as she finished, but she was too lost in her
own ecstasy to notice. She released her hold on my head once she was finished
and I nearly fell to the floor.

I looked up to see her starring down at me, a small puddle of her cum on the
floor. "Well done," she said, "I feel better." She turned and took a pan from
a hook by the stove. "You wondered how strong I am?" she said, and holding the
pan in each hand by its rim, folded it in half as easily as she would fold a
newspaper. "That's how strong I am," she said, hanging the pan back onto its
hook. 'I can't believe this woman,' I thought.

She paused at the counter and took the mug of tea I had poured for her and
took a sip. Her tan was unmarred by tan lines. I could only stare in
amazement. She sat her tea on the counter and walked into the living room. Her
butt was firm with barely a jiggle as she walked. I could see the striation of
the muscles beneath her skin.

"Come in here, John," she called out. 'How did she know my name?' I asked
myself. I got to my feet and went into the living room. She sat on the couch,
her legs crossed, right ankle resting on her left knee. She was looking at her
clit, stroking it with her index finger, seemingly not paying attention to me.
I stopped across the maple coffee table. "How did you know my name?" I asked.
She looked up, her finger still resting on her clit.

"You left your wallet on the night stand in the bedroom," she told me, and
then asked, "Who is the woman in the picture?" "Picture?" I asked. "Yes, the
one by your bed." "Gina," I said. She smiled. "Girlfriend?" she asked. "Ah,
yes," I said. "Live in?" she asked, I shook my head. "When will she be here?"
she inquired. "Ah, tomorrow morning," I answered, wondering where this was
going. She smiled and with a nod of her head, said, "Take off your clothes."

I tilted my head and looked at her. "I won't repeat myself, get undressed,"
she said sternly. I pulled my T-shirt over my head, kicked off my cross
trainers and stepped out of my sweat pants. Now clad only in a pair of briefs,
I stopped. "Take the underwear off," she said, "Let's see what Gina has had
between her legs."

I pulled my briefs down my legs and stepped out of them. My penis, erect,
sprang forward. "Hmm," she said uncrossing her legs and leaning forward, "not
the smallest I've seen, but certainly not the largest either." 'I've never had
complaints from other women,' I thought, 'and certainly not from Gina.'

She stood up and walked around the coffee table that separated us.
Unconsciously I backed up. She continued in my direction and I stopped.
Without taking her eyes from mine, I felt her hand engulf my erection. "What
are you, five inches?" she asked. "I, ah, don't know," I stammered and willed
myself to smile. She squeezed slightly and placed her index finger on the head
of my penis. She pushed with her finger and I gasped. "Five inches," she said
and chuckled, "I have a good feel for such things," and laughed at her own
joke. I could only nod.

She released her hold on my shaft and turned towards the bedroom, picking up
her duffel from beside the couch. Hesitating, she looked over her shoulder and
said, "Coming?" I watched her muscular back and hard ass disappear from view.
'What are you doing, John?' I asked myself as I stood rooted in place for a
minute or two trying to make sense of what was happening and trying to think
what, if anything, I'd tell Gina. I padded to the bedroom door.

When I stepped into the bedroom, she was coming out of my walk in closet with
two of Gina's blouses on hangers. She looked at both and tossed one aside,
taking the other from its hanger. She put the blouse on though clearly it was
too small. Almost immediately, the material stretched to its limit and, as
with my shirt, ripped along the shoulder seams. "Your girlfriend is tiny,
John," she said, "I thought you were in to muscle women."

She looked at me, clearly waiting for a response, Gina's tattered blouse hung
from her massive shoulders. "I, err, Gina is petite," I stammered, "but, ah, I
do, err, like women with muscles." She stared at me and smiled and said,
"There's nothing to be ashamed of; who wouldn't lust over a body like mine?"
'She certainly was sure of herself,' I thought, 'but she's right, I did lust
for that body or hers'. I nodded.

She tore away the blouse, tossing it to the floor as she had the other items
and moved to the dresser. "Which drawer?" she asked. I tilted my head and said
softly, "Top right." She opened it and stared at Gina's panties, bras and
bathing suits. Gina kept a few things for when she slept over or when we'd go
to the beach.

"I don't' even know your name," I said to her back as she moved things in the
drawer. "Alex," she said, "You may call me Mistress Alex." She turned holding
a thong between two fingers, a smile on her face. "Really?" she said, "Why
bother, what's the point?" and chuckled. "I don't wear underwear." She looked
at the satin panty, balled the skimpy thong in her fist and said, "I think
I'll leave Gina a present." She put the balled material against her labia and
with one finger pushed it into her vagina. "Hmm," she mused, "Do you think
little Gina will appreciate my juices on her panty?" She chuckled. "I wish
your little Gina was here so she could suck my pussy."

Alex turned and removed a lacy white bra and held it up. "Does she really need
this?" she asked, turning and holding it between her fingers. 'Gina has small
firm breasts,' I thought, 'but she only goes without a bra when we're sleeping
or making love.' "I, ah, don't know," I said. Alex put her arms through the
straps and fastened the catch. The bra immediately stretched across her chest.
"What do you think, John, is my chest and tits better than Gina's?" she asked.

"Please, Alex, take that off," I said. She scowled and closed the distance
between us. I involuntarily took a step back, my legs coming in contact with
the bed, as she stood in front of me. "It's Mistress Alex and never tell me
what to do, bitch," she hissed, and with a gulp of air, swelled her chest
causing the bra's clasp to rip. She shrugged her huge arms from the straps and
wrapped them around my chest, pinning my arms against my sides.

She held me tight against her chest, her arms wrapped around my torso.
"Please, Mistress, let me go," I pleaded, but she only increased her hold on
me. "Please, Mistress," I said, "I can't breathe." She laughed and said,
"That's the idea, John," she said as she slowly increased the pressure. I felt
like my body was trapped in a vise. "I could snap your spine, Johnny," she
said, and gave me one final squeeze before finally releasing me. I slumped to
the floor leaning against the bed trying to catch my breath.

She stepped back to the dresser and took out one of Gina's bikini bottoms. She
stepped into it and pulled it high on her hips. The leopard print stretched
but could barely contain this Amazon's clit. Alex looked at herself in the
mirror adjusting the panel of the bathing suit. "Hmm," she mused, "I like
this, don't you, John?"

Still sitting on the floor, propped against the bed, I said, "Y-yes,
Mistress." She smiled at herself as she ran the palm of her hand over the
small triangular patch of material. "I like the feel of this," she said and
peeled the bikini bottom down those unreal quads. She came towards me and I
thought she was going to step on me when she put the bathing suit bottom in
her duffel bag.

Looking down at me she said, "Suck that pair of panties from my pussy, bitch,
I need to climax once more." I got to my knees once again as she thrust her
hips toward me and, again, took her she-cock in my lips. "That's it, that's
it," she said aroused, "suck my pussy." I did as I was told.

I sucked Gina's sopping wet thong from Alex's pussy, her musky cum thoroughly
drenching the satin thong. At the same time, Alex exploded with a torrent of
cum, the shower cascading off of my chin onto the carpet.

As her panting subsided she said, "I'll give you this, Johnny, you may not be
much in the cock department, but you certainly can go down on my pussy any
time." I spat Gina's panties out and said softly, "Thank you, mistress." "Does
Gina like to have you service her pussy?" Alex asked. I didn't answer
immediately. Gina didn't like oral sex, either giving it or receiving it. I
shook my head and said, "N-no." Mistress Alex nodded. "Too bad," she said,
"You truly have a good mouth and know how to please a woman's pussy." I took
that as a complement, smiled and said, "Thank you."

"Get on the bed," she commanded. I slowly stood, helping myself up with the
bed. I knelt on the bedspread and then lay down on my back. "Don't move," she
said, padding into my closet once more. When she returned, she was holding
four of my neckties. Wordlessly she tied my wrists and ankles to the head and
footboard of the bed. I was now at her mercy, although in hindsight, I was at
her mercy from the time I met her.

"Let Mistress Alex give you a little show," she said as she positioned herself
straddling my hips. She tightened her abdominals and the muscles beneath her
tanned belly contracted into eight small mounds. She tightened her muscles
more and the definition deepened.

"Look at my trapezius muscles, baby," she said as she brought her huge arms
across her chest. Her traps swelled giving her the appearance of not having a
neck. They were as large as my bicep. "Do you like them, Johnny?" she asked. I
nodded. She laughed and slid off the bed.

"Aw, look at that sweet hard on, baby," she said eyeing my erect cock, "is
that all for me?" I mumbled, "Yes," and she grabbed my manhood. "YES!" she
said sternly. It took me an instant to realize my mistake. "Yes, mistress," I
said softly. Her grip was firm and she began to stroke me, slowly at first and
then quickening the tempo. "That's better," she said, "do you like Mistress
Alex to stroke your little cock?" 'Little?' I thought and felt myself nearing
a climax.

"Normally, I like to have my men bury their cock in my pussy so that I can
milk them dry, but you're only five-inches," she said, "and that wouldn't
satisfy me. I hope you understand." I was panting so hard at this time I could
only gasp, "Uh-huh!" just before I erupted. "A small cock and you can't last,"
she said, "that is a pity, I hope your little girlfriend doesn't mind." She
wiped her hand across my mouth, my semen clinging to my lips.

She glanced at the bedside clock. "I'm going to be going now, John. I'd like
to stay and meet Gina. I think we'd have a lot to talk about," and she smiled
and reached for something on the floor. "Will you untie me, mistress ... " I
began to say when she stuffed Gina's wet panties into my mouth. "Shh," she
said, "Just relax and sleep. Your girlfriend will be here in the morning."

She grabbed a pair of spandex leggings from her duffel bag and pulled them
over her enormous legs. The black shiny material stretched and did nothing to
hide the definition of her muscles. Next she brought out a matching sports bra
and pulled that over her head. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror.
Finally she brought out a pair of four-inch stiletto ankle boots and sitting
on the edge of the bed, put those on and zipped them up.

When she stood up she did a quick turn and asked, "What do you think, baby,
does Mistress Alex look good?" I mumbled and nodded. She smiled at me and
kissed my forehead. "I'm going to let you rest now," she said, "I have an
appointment with a twelve-inch cock. If I come back I'll have you suck his cum
out of my pussy, or if you're not up to that, I'll have Gina do it, what do
you think?" All I could do was shake my head and register my muffled protest.
That only seemed to delight Mistress Alex. She laughed and said, "Bye-bye,
bitch!"

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to the sound of the door opening
and footsteps. After a minute, Gina walked in the room. I couldn't tell what
she was thinking as she saw me on the bed, naked, tied to the foot and head
boards. Without saying a word, she untied me.

I pulled her panties from my mouth and said, "Oh, Gina, thank God, you won't
believe what happened." She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at me
and then took in the carnage in the room; her ripped blouse, ripped bra, the
wet spots on the carpet from Alex's cum and her wadded up panties that had
been my gag and previously been in Alex's vagina.

"Look, I can explain," I said, "but you won't believe me ... " I began, and
then she smiled. I stopped talking and looked at her with a quizzical look on
my face. "Did you like your welcome home present, baby?" she asked, "Mistress
Alex is my mistress, I knew you'd love her."

Gina and I had only discussed my fascination with muscular women once and
quite honestly, I didn't even think Gina was listening when I confessed that
to her. Gina is fit, and we go to the gym, but she's not muscular.

"Your mistress?" I asked. Gina nodded and said, "Yes, for almost a year now.
She loves to have me use a twelve-inch strapon on her. She told me all about
your session last night after she left you."

My mind whirled as I tried to remember everything that had happened last night
and then my mind turned to going forward. 'Would I see Mistress Alex again,' I
wondered, 'one could only hope.'

If you enjoyed my story, please let me know at covert.1@hotmail.com

Thank you,

Muscle Fan