Genie - Part 32
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
The story of a rather, sadistic, muscle goddess.


'All right, Denise,' I coached, 'you're "the man", make her come, show her
who's in control,' and Denise increased her thrusts, slowing and withdrawing
only after her own climax.

'Well done, honey,' I told her, 'how did that feel?' 'That was fucking
marvelous,' Denise told me, 'I felt so in control, so powerful, it was a rush
and I had one of the best orgasms I've ever had.'

I got off the woman who had passed out 'yet again,' I thought, 'what a wuss!'
I gave Denise a big kiss and hugged her, the dildo resting between my legs.
'Are you ready to go again,' I asked. 'What do you mean,' she said. 'I mean I
want you to make love to me,' I said, 'get me off.'

I lifted the woman off the desk and laid her on a stack of cardboard cartons.
I took her place, raising my head to watch as Denise began to fuck me with her
'cock'. With my superior vagina muscles, I worked the dildo, drawing it in and
out. Denise couldn't believe it.

'I've practiced and strengthened my vagina so that I can control a dildo or a
real cock,' I told her, 'I never will be at anyone's mercy.' I had taken in
the entire 14-inches and was thrusting it in and out with only my vaginal
muscles. It was a testament to my muscles and control.

After a half-hour, I told Denise, 'I'm nearing orgasm, are you ready?' 'Yes,
I've already climaxed four times, Genie, I don't know how you do it,' she
said. I forced the 'cock' from my vagina and shot my cum on Denises abs.

I got off the desk as Denise was unstrapping the dildo. I knelt before her and
licked my juices from her abs. She held the back of my head and guided my face
to her clit. I ran my tongue around her clit, the thrust it into her probing
deeper. I tasted her juices and lapped them until she was aroused once more.

I withdrew and placing my lips on hers allowed her cum to fall into her mouth.
Momentarily stunned, she almost pulled away, but then held me tight and ran
her tongue into my mouth.

I stepped to our 'guess' and felt for a pulse. Feeling a shallow pulse, I
tapped her on the face to wake her. 'Oh, my, I don't think I'll walk again,'
she said rubbing her mons. 'Did you enjoy that,' I asked. 'Shit no, that was
big,' she said, sitting up. I smiled and said, 'some things are better when
they're bigger, you know.' 'Like what,' she asked. 'Like my muscles,
sweetheart,' I said and flexed my bicep in front of her face.

I watched as her eyes widened as the bicep peaked at about 19-inches. 'Kiss
it, bitch, I want you to run your tongue over it,' I said. She seemed
reluctant but did. 'Very good, now I want you to run that precious tongue of
yours in my arm pit,' I told her and held my pit in front of her face. When
she didn't, I took her hand and holding her little finger, said, 'if you don't
run that tongue of yours in my arm pit, I'll break your fingers one at a time
until you do, understand?' 'OK, OK, I understand,' she said. I let go of her
hand and lifted my arm in back of my head revealing my arm pit. She
immediately went to work with her tongue.

'Have you ever been face-fucked,' I asked. 'No,' she said, 'what are you, some
kind of dominatrix?' I looked her right in the eye and said, 'Yes, that's
exactly what I am,' I said, 'a dominatrix, and I want you to tongue my pussy,
bitch.' 'You can kiss my ass,' she spat. I grabbed her hand before she could
pull it away and snapped her little finger and the ring finger on her left
hand. 'Ow,' she cried, 'you bitch, you broke my fingers.' 'Yes, and I'll break
more if you don't service my cunt'

'Lie down and service your mistress, bitch,' I said. She hesitated a split
second, and then she complied. I moved to position my clit over her mouth. 'I
want you to tongue me until I climax, then take my cum and swallow it, do you
understand?' 'Yes, mistress,' she said.

She set about pleasuring me and I noticed that Denise was watching with great
interest. I decided to put on a little muscle show for her and placing my
hands behind my head, gave her an ab pose, followed by bringing my arms across
my chest and flairing my trapezius muscles. I ran my hands across my massive
chest and breasts feeling the hardened nipples. 'Come Denise, suck my tits,' I
told her, 'milk them'. She did and a minute later pulled back, and said,
'You're lactating.' 'Yes, I know,' I said, 'it feels marvelous, take it, and
drink.'

The woman must have warmed to the task because 20-minutes later I told her,
'OK, I'm going to come so drink my juices,' and I released a stream into her
mouth. She almost gagged, but kept swallowing.

Satiated, I took Denise aside. 'I'm sorry, Denise, I get caught up in the
control thing. She's all yours now.' 'That's OK,' Denise said, 'I've learned
so much just watching you and how you control the situation.'

Denise walked over to the woman and said, 'my turn, bitch, make me climax.'
'Screw off,' the woman said. Denise looked over her shoulder at me and turned
hitting the woman in her right eye. While the woman didn't pass out, a knot
was forming just to the right of the eye socket. It would be purple in a
matter of minutes. 'Get that tongue working, bitch,' Denise said. This time
the woman complied and Denise began moaning softly. Soon, she came and the
woman on the boxes lapped Denise clean.

Denise, rather than unstraddling the woman, clamped down her pussy on the
woman's face. Her muffled cries could be heard, but soon faded. Denise applied
pressure with her thighs.

I took the womans wrist and felt for a pulse. I found none. I looked at Denise
and said, 'I think you can relax now, she's gone.'

'You did well,' I told Denise, wiping the dildo off with a paper towel from
the bathroom, 'and again I'm sorry for getting carried away with my own lust.'
'That's OK, Genie,' she said, and embraced me. My chest was head high for her
and she flicked my nipple with her tongue. 'I've got to get rid of her body
though,' Denise said. 'Leave that to me,' I told her.

We dressed, and kissed one last time. I had the woman's body slung over one
shoulder. My dildo and the woman's wallet which we had found in her pants
pocket, was in my tote bag.

Denise locked up the shop behind us as we went out the front door. It was late
and there were no longer pedestrians or cars on the street. I dumped her body
in the bed of my truck as if it were a sack of potatoes. 'I'll see you this
weekend, Denise,' I said. 'Bye, Genie, see you this weekend, thanks again for
the help,' she said. 'It was your lesson,' I said.

I drove off and made a quick stop at the bridge over the Napa River. As I was
lifting the body over the side of the truck, I couldn't help but squeeze the
womans ribcage snapping more. It gave me such a rush. I propped the body
agains the guardrail of the bridge and began stroking my nipples, first
through my shirt and then under the shirt. I lifted the shirt above my nipples
which were now an inch long and put my arms around the woman like two long
lost friends hugging.

With a gentle pressure, I felt my nipples penetrate her chest. The sensation
was wonderful. I tossed the body over the rail.

Sitting in the truck on the bridge, I continued to stroke my nipples and
marveled how they could become the steel studs they were.

To be continued ...