Eve - Muscle Mistress
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 3


I mentioned in my last episode about a rude guy at a bar in Texas. This is how
I dealt with his advances as well as how I come to meet a real 'cowboy' at the
same time. I also had to deal with a rude shopkeeper when I returned home.

Texas, the 'lone star state', and once again I was on a business trip. I had
concluded my business and was going to transport myself home but decided to
look into the bar across the street from the hotel I was staying at. It looked
respectful enough, at least based on Texas standards; the beer was cold, the
music lively and there was a few men that showed signs of promise, tall Texas
men in their tight jeans and cowboy boots.

Unfortunately as I was at the bar watching the crowd, the man on the barstool
next to me, who had been talking to his friend, turned and tried to start a
conversation. "Hey, doll," he slurred, "I haven't seen you here before." He
was obviously drunk. "My first time," I said trying to keep my response short.

"Let me buy you a drink," he said. "No, thanks, I have one," I replied. I
rarely drank, and only had a beer in front of me for appearance sake. "Nah,"
he said, "that one's warm, lemme get ya' a cold one," and he signaled to the
bartender for two more beers.

"Come on guy, loosen up," he said and put his hand on my forearm. 'Guy', I
thought? He turned to his friend on the other side of him and said, "He wanted
to nurse his warm beer, can you believe that, Fred?" His friend who was
equally as inebriated, hunched forward and looked in my direction, and then
said to the man next to me, "Is he gonna drink that beer?"

Turning back to me, the man said, "I'm Don, wha's your name?" "Eve," I said.
"Like the first woman," Don said, "tha's nice," and chuckled, although I had
no idea why. "Wha brings you to Dallas?" he asked. "Business," I said. Again
he chuckled and said, "Business, wha' kinda business, monkey business?" and
laughed out loud at himself. I didn't respond.

"I gotta go take a leak," he told me, touching my arm before he stood up from
his barstool and swerved into the corridor leading to the restrooms and back
door. His buddy was busy trying to chat up a woman sitting next to him, so I
slipped of the barstool and walked into the men's restroom. 'This ass has to
be taught a lesson,' I thought.

As I walked through the door I caught sight of a tall dark haired guy standing
at one of the urinals. He turned his head and when he realized I wasn't
another man said, "You must be in the wrong restroom, ma'am." I didn't see the
guy who had been sitting next to me at the bar, but I took a step or two into
the bathroom anyway. That's when I noticed that the man at the urinal was
holding on to what could only be described as a large cock.

"I don't think so," I said to the gentleman at the urinal, "I think I'm in the
right place." He finished and zipped up his jeans and moved to the sink to
rinse his hands. He watched me or rather my reflection in the mirror above the
sinks. 'Studying me', I thought.

A toilet flushed and Don, the creep from the bar immerged from a stall a
minute later. "Hey, guy," he said when he saw me, "I was coming back, really."
As he started to walk by me, I grabbed him around his neck and lifted him off
the ground. The tall dark stranger at the sink turned and rested his butt
against the counter watching, folding his arms across his chest, apparently
not going to come to the aid of the creep I was holding. 'Good,' I thought, I
didn't want to mess up 'Mr. Handsome.'

"Let's go out back," I said looking at the tall man. I lead the way out of the
restroom and through the rear door of the bar. By the time we got to the
alley, the little weasel I was holding was limp. I released my grip on his
neck and he dropped to the pavement like a sack of potatoes.

We were standing in an alley, several dumpsters nearby. I went to the nearest
one and rolled it in front of the back door. "Don't want to be disturbed now,
do we," I said looking at the tall man. 'Tall, handsome and the quiet type,
just the sort of man I liked,' I thought.

"This creep tried to pick me up at the bar," I told him as I glanced down at
the man on the ground. He was just starting to come around. "He disrespected
me and said I was a guy," I said, "Do I look like a guy to you?" He chuckled
and said, "No way, ma'am." I smiled and said, "Good, I was beginning to have
an identity crisis."

I bent down and picked up the man on the ground, and, holding his back against
my chest, I rested his chin in the crook of my arm. Then addressing the tall
dark stranger, I said, "Watch," and I flexed my arm once, twice and then a
third time. On the third flex I heard the unmistakable sound of bone breaking.
I giggled and the man who had been watching quietly said, "Was that his jaw?"
"Uh-huh," I said, "did you like that?" As I asked I glanced at his crotch and
saw his large penis straining against his jeans. "Oh," I said, "I can see you
did like that." With my other hand wrapped around the man's chest, I crushed
him against my chest. A rib snapped as if it were a dried out twig. I smiled
at the stranger and he smiled back at me. "Are you going to kill him," he
asked. "No, although I could," I said, "I'm just playing around."

The man I was holding had passed out. I let him drop to my feet. I stepped
around him and stood in front of the tall man and unbuckled his jeans. I let
them drop to the pavement. He didn't wear underwear, which I found exciting.
As his jeans dropped, his manhood sprang free; I held him in the palm of my
hand and gently stroked him until he was hard.

"Do I scare you," I asked. "No," he lied, "should I be frightened?" "Not
unless you can't perform," I purred, and gripped his cock even harder, "In
which case I'll have to make you pay." He swallowed hard and asked, "Perform?"
I smiled and said, "Yes, you know, stud," and gave his penis a couple of
strokes, "you don't have a problem with that do you?" He swallowed hard once
more, but shook his head.

"Hmm," I said as I guided him to my labia. I had shed the jeans and top I had
appeared to be wearing and took him inside of me. "Hang on, baby," I cooed,
"Eve is going to give you a ride you won't forget."

He bucked and moaned softly as I worked his penis with my vaginal muscles, all
the while standing with his back to the wall of the building. Our mutual
climax was intense, and he was breathing hard as I milked the last drops of
cum from his shaft. I released him and he panted, "Thank you, Eve, thank you."

I put a hand to his cheek and then kissed him passionately on the lips,
forcing my tongue into his throat. When I broke the kiss, I whispered softly,
"Now you must suck that cum out of me, baby." He looked deep into my eyes,
daring not to say a word, and then slid down the wall onto his knees and began
to service my pussy. I helped by using my muscles to force his semen from my
vagina as he lapped up his cum.

He stood back up and I ran a finger across his lips and then sucked it. "Hmm,"
I said softly, "very nice, now you better 'buckle up, cowboy'." He pulled his
jeans up and buckled his belt. As he did this, I clad myself in jeans and a
plaid western shirt.

"How'd you do that?" he asked, staring at me. I chuckled and said, "A girl has
to be prepared. Haven't you ever met a girl who dressed quickly?" He seemed to
mull this over and then said, "No, but I've never met anyone like you before."
'How sweet,' I thought.

"What about him?" the man asked nodding to the man on the ground. I looked
down at him and then picked him up by one arm and tossed him over the edge of
the nearest trash container. I undoubtedly dislocated his shoulder and he
landed inside with a sickening thump. "We'll let the sanitation people take
care of that trash," I said, and rolled the dumpster from in front of the bars
back door.

"You're one of the strongest women I've ever met, will I see you again?" the
man asked. "No," I said, holding the door for him, "but you'll remember me,
and by the way, I'm not one of the strongest women, I am the strongest woman
you will ever meet." "I'm sure you are," he said and stepped into the hallway
leading back into the bar. No sooner had he gone through the back door than I
let the door close behind him and transported myself to southern California.

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It's always nice to come home, and my return from my Texas trip was no
exception, at least for the first few minutes. No sooner had I walked into the
house than Inga told me, "While you were gone, mistress, the vacuum cleaner
broke and I took it to the appliance repair center we always use," and she
looked as if she were about to cry. "Go on," I told her. "A new man owns the
shop now," she said, "and he tried to touch my breasts." I smiled to myself,
but asked Inga, "Did you leave the vacuum?" "Yes, mistress," she said, "but
it's fixed now, I just don't want to go back." "I see," I said, "It sounds
like this new owner needs to be taught a lesson. Get dressed; we'll go get
your vacuum cleaner together."

We drove to the appliance repair shop which was in a strip mall. I went around
to the back door as Inga entered through the front. "May I help you," the man
behind the counter asked. "Yes," Inga said, producing the ticket for the
repaired vacuum, "I'm here to pick up my vacuum cleaner." The man took her
ticket and walked to the back room.

I was behind a rack of spare parts, cleaners and solvents. He picked up Inga's
machine and took it to the counter out front. I crept forward and watched from
the doorway.

"You know," the man said with a smirk on his face, "your machine was
particularly dirty. Are you dirty too?" "What?" Inga asked. He laughed softly
and said, "Let's go in the back room, Mel has something he wants to show you."
"No, I, err, I just want my vacuum," Inga said, "Please, how much do I owe".
The man grabbed Inga's wrist and said, "If you take care of me, I'll take care
of you." "No, please," Inga pleaded as I crept up behind the man.

I reached around him and grabbed his crotch. Taken by surprise he let go of
Inga's wrist and yelled. I put my lips close to his ear and said softly,
"What's the matter stud, not feeling so powerful now?" "I, wh-what," he
stammered, now trying to pry my hand off of his crotch, "I was just joking,"
he said. "Hmm," I said in his ear, squeezing just a little harder, "I don't
think Inga thought it was very funny, did you, Inga?"

"No, no, it wasn't funny," Inga said, "he scared me mistress." "I know, baby,"
I said to Inga, "but he's not going to scare you any more, are you Mel?" "No,
no, honest," he said, "just please don't hurt me." "Hurt you, Mel," I told him
releasing my grip on his manhood and turning him around to face me. I then
took him by the throat and lifted him off the ground, "why would I want to
hurt you?"

"Take the vacuum off the counter, Inga," I told her and once she had removed
it, I sat Mel atop the counter. I ripped open his shirt to reveal a hairless
chest and pudgy middle. "My, my, Mel," I said, "you're not in very good shape
at all," and I pushed him back so that he was now lying on the counter.

Holding him with one hand flat on his chest, I unfastened his belt with my
other and pulled his pants down. Now lying there with only a pair of boxer
shorts on I ripped those from his body. "Look at that, Inga," I said, "you
would have been sorely disappointed with that," indicating his penis. His cock
lay there like a shriveled sausage. I poked his penis with my finger. "Yes,
mistress," Inga said.

A shop vacuum sat on the floor, a tag tied to its handle, undoubtedly ready to
be picked up by its owner. "Plug that in," I told Inga motioning with my head
to the shop vac. She did and I said, "Hand me the hose." She handed me the
hose which had nearly a 3-inch diameter opening. I placed the hose over his
genitals and said to Inga, "Turn it on." She did and we watched as the
powerful suction grabbed his penis and scrotum and held them fast inside the
vacuum hose. "Ahh," he yelled, "Please stop, turn it off." I laughed and said,
"But you wanted Inga to suck your dick, you pansy-ass." "Pl-please turn it
off," he pleaded. I nodded to Inga who turned off the machine.

I looked down at the man. "I should beat you and maybe break a bone or two,
but I'm going to go easy on you," I said, "but the next time you treat my girl
with disrespect or any other customer, I'm coming back here and I'll beat the
crap out of you, do you understand?" "Ye-yes," he said. I grabbed his swollen
cock and said, "Yes, who?" "Yes, Mistress Eve," he said, and I released his
shaft. I laughed in the man's face and said, "That's better, and by the way,
since you're being such a dick, we'll consider this a free service call. Grab
your vacuum, Inga, let's get out of here," I said.

"Let me know if he gives you any more trouble," I told Inga as I drove us
home. "Yes, mistress," she said, "thanks again," and leaned over and gave me a
kiss on my cheek.

It was still early and I wander to the patio. Urbano was trimming some shrubs
against the block wall; his broad back was to me. I lay on a chaise facing him
and admired his hard butt and solid legs. As he moved I caught glimpses of his
penis, flaccid, but still impressive. He moved with grace, agile as a big cat
as he pruned the shrubs.

For the next ten minutes, I watched him work, seemingly unaware of my
presence, working his way across the rear yard. At one point he stopped and
stretched, rolling his shoulders and then he absently stroked himself twice. A
sheen of sweat appeared across his shoulders and I saw a rivulet of sweat run
down his spine.

I couldn't contain myself any longer. I got up from the lounge and padded to
where Urbano was working. Slowly I pressed my body against his back and snaked
a hand around his midsection feeling his abs tighten. I dropped my hand to his
manhood and took his large cock in my hand. If I startled him, he didn't show
it.

I kissed the sweaty nap of his neck tasting his saltiness, and then playfully
bit his trapezius. Urbano had the muscles of a man who works outside with his
hands. When Adam and I are intimate, he's smooth, gentle and slow; Urbano on
the other hand is rough, powerful and sometimes rushed. 'This is what I need,'
I thought as I stroked his manhood.

My freehand played over his muscles and then gripped his scrotum. At my touch
he stood up straighter and I said softly in his ear, "Take me." He turned and
said, "Yes, mistress." Holding my hand he led me to one of the chaise lounges
and said, "Lay down." I did and with no foreplay, he mounted me.

Ordinarily, I'm the one in charge, the one who tells my sexual partners what
to do, but on this occasion I allowed myself to be controlled by Urbano. I had
trained him, as I had the rest of my 'family', and he knew to go slow. For
nearly a half-hour he held me and himself on the brink of an orgasm. Finally,
neither of us could restrain ourselves any longer and we climaxed together.

He lay there motionless on top of me for several minutes and then said, "Was
that what you wanted, mistress?" "Yes, Urbano, that was exactly what I wanted
and needed, thank you," I said. He got up and went back to his shrubs while I
padded into the house.

"I was going to offer you some lunch, mistress," Olivia said as I stepped into
the kitchen, "but I saw you were busy, can I fix you something now?" 'I bet
she enjoyed watching Urbano and I on the chaise,' I thought. "No, thank you,
Olivia," I said, "What I need most now is a shower." "Yes, mistress," she
said, looking somewhat dejected.

I padded to my room and into the bathroom. My bathroom is large with mirrors
so that I can view my front and back without turning. I tensed my trapezius
and admired how my neck all but disappeared into my muscular shoulders. I
stole a quick glance to see how it looked from the rear and my muscle
definition was equally as awesome from behind. With my hands on my hips I did
a lat spread watching my broad back, its muscles jumping to attention. Next I
tightened my butt and was pleased to see striations to the gluteus maximus. I
pushed on my butt but the muscle was firm with no give.

I put one leg behind me, bending the knee slightly and tightened my calf
muscles. The twin muscles bulged instantly. I switched to the other leg with
the same result, massive calf muscles. I ran my hands along my quads and then
shaking them lose, snapped the muscles taut, watching the veiny surface swell.

Running a hand against my abs, I tightened the eight muscles and watched as
the definition became even more pronounced. I ran my finger from my navel to
my pussy and darted it inside the lips of my labia, withdrawing a finger full
of Urbano's cum. I studied the viscous fluid on my finger and then touched it
to the tip of my tongue. 'Some may think this odd, repulsive or vulgar,' I
thought, 'but I knew that sex and the fluids produced during sex, nourished
me. Humans wouldn't understand.'

Watching myself in the mirrors, I began to toy with my clit, admiring the way
it responded to my touch. My clit, even when fully erect, was nowhere near as
large as Urbano's penis, but still, I knew I was larger than most men. 'Size
does matter,' I thought as I brought myself to a full erection, 'especially
when you are a muscle goddess.'

"Oh, excuse me, mistress," Olivia said from the doorway. I hadn't heard her
enter. "Yes, Olivia," I said as I turned my attention back to my reflection
and gently stroked my clit. I glanced at my Italian beauty standing at the
doorway, watching me. I never minded an audience when I masturbated or had
sex; there was something erotic about being on display. 'She's envious that
Urbano and I had sex,' I thought, 'I'm sure she was turned on watching us.'

"I, er, that is, I came in to ask if you would like a salad with the pot roast
I'm preparing," Olivia asked, "but I can come back." I chuckled, "Don't look
so surprised, baby, you've seen my 'she-cock' before and have felt her power,"
I said, admiring my erection lying in the palm of my hand. "Come here," I
said, and held my arm wide.

Olivia came to me and knelt down and immediately kissed my erection. Again I
chuckled and then with a finger under her chin, lifted her so that she was
once again facing me. "That's sweet," I said, as I fingered her nipples, "turn
around and lean over the counter." She obeyed immediately and I ran my hands
along her torso, waist and hips. Holding her hips I positioned my clit against
her labia and slowly penetrated her from behind.

Her breath caught as I slowly went deeper and deeper. "Umm," she cooed, as I
cupped her breasts. "That's it, baby," I said, as I quicken my thrusting,
"Does that feel good?" "Uh-huh," she replied between pants, "please, mistress,
don't stop." "I have no intention of stopping, baby," I said.

I was watching myself in the mirror as I pummeled Olivia; her full hips, her
dark hair hanging down to the counter and the curve of her back. I couldn't
hold off any longer. I climaxed with a gush, "Ahh," I sighed as I released my
juices, sending it onto the front of the counter and Olivia's thighs. I slowed
my tempo and withdrew my clit.

Olivia slowly straightened up and I turned her to face me and I hugged her
tightly, kissing her roughly on the mouth, my tongue dominating hers. When we
parted our kiss, I said, "Thank you, Liv, I needed that, I trust I pleased
you." "Oh, yes, mistress," she said, "I hope I pleased you as well." I smiled,
"You did, Liv, as always," I said, "and the next time you need to be
satisfied, all you have to do is ask." She looked down and said softly, "Yes,
mistress."

I tilted her head up and said, "You watched Urbano and I didn't you?" "Yes,"
she said. "Don't be embarrassed," I said, "I don't mind. Watching us made you
horny, didn't it?" "Yes," she admitted. I hugged her, feeling her breasts
against me. "That's understandable, my pet, now run along and make that salad
to go with your pot roast," I said and we both laughed.

Dear Readers,

Let me know if you like the adventures of Eve or if you have any suggestions
for storylines that would fit Eve's lifestyle.

Thank you,

Muscle Fan