Genie - Part 42
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
The beginning of the end - a story of a sadistic, muscle goddess.


Already I was thinking about who I could crush with my beautiful muscles. As I
lay there, my fingertips tracing the bulge of the veins in my abs and thighs,
I drifted off to sleep.

Nearly a week had passed since Alicia and I had returned from our trip and
tour of Australia. That Saturday evening, I dressed in a leather micro-mini
skirt with thigh high black boots and a black silk blouse under a
short-waisted black leather jacket. As I looked at my reflection in the mirror
before leaving the house, I thought, 'My God, I look fantastic, narrow hips
muscular thighs and broad shoulders, every 'john's' dream.'

I drove into the city and parked not far from the main drag where all the
hookers hung out. As I walked out on to the boulevard, I was met with some
'cat calls' and 'wolf whistles' from passing teenagers out for a good time.
They didn't interest me. I was looking for the cheating husband or sexual
predator out on the prowl. San Francisco had had its share of perverts who
killed prostitutes. Unfortunately, the police never moved these homicides to
the top of the stack, but continued to bury them.

As I stood there on the corner, a 'working girl' approached me. 'Hey, skank,'
she said, 'get off my corner.' She was dressed in a low-rise denim skirt with
a halter top that flattened what chest she had if she had one at all. Her
make-up looked like it was applied with an airbrush. 'This is my corner for
tonight, honey,' I shot back. Obviously I was a lot bigger than her, so I knew
she didn't want to push it.

'Humph!' she said and moved down the block a few yards. By the time I turned
back to look at on-coming traffic, the black Cadillac Escalade was pulling to
a stop. The window slid down. The man behind the wheel said, 'what are you
doing tonight, baby?' I replied, 'Just waiting for my ride, sugar, that sure
is a nice set of wheels.' 'Would you like to see just how nice,' he asked.
'Sure,' I said and got in the passenger seat.

'Are you the police,' I asked, and he laughed. 'No, I'm not the police, how
old are you,' he asked. 'I'm old enough,' I replied, 'why, how old do you want
me to be?' I thought I'd toy with him a bit.

'I'm not in to the little girl shit,' he said, 'I just wanted to make sure
you're over eighteen.' 'Don't I look older than eighteen,' I asked. 'Yeah,
yeah, OK, how much?' he asked. 'Fifty and its money well spent,' I said.
'Yeah, right, OK, you look like you're good,' he said as we pulled into a
seedy motel on the strip. 'Oh, honey, you have no idea,' I said.

The man disappeared into the office and returned a few minutes later. We
parked in front of number 14. He unlocked the door and held it for me like a
real gentleman. He was solidly built and maybe six-feet tall. As I walked into
the room I surveyed the place, looking for a police set-up. Not spotting one,
I put a straight back chair under the doorknob of door leading to adjacent
room. If this surprised the 'john', he didn't show it. Once he came in, I
moved back to the room door and latched it with the deadbolt and security
latch. 'Awfully careful, aren't you,' he asked. 'Just experienced,' I said.

'OK, so what will it be,' I asked, 'the full ride?' He smiled at that, 'yeah,
the full ride,' and took a fifty out of his wallet and layed it on the top of
the dresser. 'All right, honey, get undressed, let's see what I can do with a
big guy like you,' I said. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and unbuttoned
his jeans and let them fall to the floor. He was not wearing underwear, which
I liked.

I smiled. He was well hung with an eight-inch cock. 'My, my,' I said, 'I see I
have a lot to work with,' and he smiled. I unsnapped my skirt and shrugged out
of my jacket. As I removed the jacket, I watched his eyes widen. 'You like
what you see, don't you, stud,' I asked. He stammered a 'yes' as my men always
did. It was a bit of a rush to see them squirm as they watched my muscles. I
reached for the top button on my blouse then hesitated and I saw the
disappointment on his face. 'Aw, don't be disappointed, just sit back and
watch,' I said, and he sat on the side of the bed.

I held my arms straight out from my shoulders, clenching and unclenching my
fists, then I went into a crab position, bringing my arms across my massive
chest. My trapezius muscles jumped and the fabric stretched. I did this two,
then three times and on the fourth, the seam of the shoulder stitching gave
way. 'Ah,' I said for effect. Then I pumped my biceps until the fabric split
and lastly, throwing my chest out and my shoulders back, the buttons popped
off and skittered across the floor.

Not turning green but looking every bit like the female version of the 'Hulk',
I ripped the remnants of the blouse from my torso and cast it aside. 'Wow,' he
exclaimed, 'I've never seen anything like that before.' 'You've never seen
anyone like me before is what you meant to say,' I corrected him. 'Yes, I
suppose you're right,' he said. 'There's no doubt about it,' I said, and I
stood there with my hands on my hips as if defying him to take exception to my
statement.

'Do you like women with muscles?' I asked. 'I don't know,' he said, 'I've
never met one before.' 'What do you think of these baby's,' I asked, shaking
my quads and snapping them back so that the muscles were defined. 'Just look
at these veins, thick as snakes, here, kiss them,' I said and put one of my
booted feet between his legs. He sat there as if mesmerized by my leg, so I
nudged his scrotum with the toe of my boot. That got his attention and he bent
forward and kissed and tongued my quad. 'Ah, isn't that nice,' I asked. 'Yes,'
he stammered, and I put the toe of my boot on his scrotum this time, 'yes,
who,' I asked. 'Yes, and I'm sorry, I don't know your name', he said.

'My name isn't important, slave, you shall address me as mistress, do you
understand' I said. 'Yes, mistress,' he said. 'That's better. Now, you're
going to worship these muscles, tongue my pussy, then I'll think about
allowing you some pleasure,' I told him, 'so get on your knees and make love
to my pussy, wimp.' He did and proved to be a very mediocre slave. After ten
minutes and not even coming close to getting arroused I said, 'Enough of that,
you're useless, if you're married, you're wife must be frustrated. Stand up.'

I was becoming irritated. I looked at the man and he didn't even have an
erection. 'Are you gay' I asked. 'No,' he said, and I gave him a quick right
to his ribs snapping a couple, at least that made me feel a little better.
'No, who,' I said. 'No, mistress,' he wheezed trying to catch his breath. I
reached down to his crotch and he instinctively pulled away. With my left
hand, I grabbed his left nipple and squeezed. 'Do you want me to rip your
nipple from you chest,' I said. 'No, mistress,' he responded. 'Then don't pull
away from me when I touch you, faggot,' I said, and I then took his cock and
began to stroke it.

As his cock responded, I said, 'There, that's better, how does that feel?' 'It
feel's good, mistress,' he said. Good, I thought, he's learning. 'Lay on the
bed,' I said, and he did. I straddled his hips and lowered myself on his
shaft. 'I'm going to milk you dry, then I'm going to straddle your head and
you'll clean your cum out of my pussy, do you understand,' I said. 'Yes,
mistress,' he replied. I put my hands on his rib cage, being careful not to
squeeze too tight, especially on the right side. My vaginal muscles went to
work, stroking him up and down. After five minutes he climaxed, but I didn't.
'You bastard,' I said, 'you came already. You better stay hard because I'm not
any where near orgasm yet and you don't want me not to have and orgasm,' and
then I squeezed his ribs. He whimpered as another couple of ribs broke under
my hands.

'Alright,' I said, 'I still haven't climaxed but you need to lick your cum out
of my pussy.' I then got off the bed and repositioned myself so I was
straddling his face. 'Come on, open your mouth,' I said and as he did, I
realeased his cum into his mouth followed by a stream of piss. 'Opps, I'm
bad,' I said, 'I needed to pee.' I got off the soaked bed.

'Stand up,' I said and he slowly got to his feet nursing his fractured ribs.
'I'm going to give you one chance. I want you to hit me as hard as you can in
the abs, can you do that for me,' I asked. 'Yes, mistress,' he said and
straightening his self up as best he could gave me a right jab in the stomach.
I never even blinked, but said, 'You hit like a little girl. Let me show you
some power.'

I sat on the edge of the bed and turned the man around to face me. I
positioned him between my legs and with my thighs on either side of his waist,
I rolled back bringing him off the floor and directly above me. I held him
there for a few minutes and he tried to remain ridgid so that his head didn't
slump to my chest, but try as he might, he couldn't hold his positions for
long.

Soon, his head was between my boobs. I willed my chest muscles to tighten and
the pressure on either side of his skull increased. He began slapping at my
tits to release their grip on his head, and I laughed.

To be continued ...