Muscle Dominatrix - Part 2 By Muscle Fan My name is Mistress Alexandra and if you want to find out what I'm all about, please read 'A Day in the Life of a Muscle Dominatrix' here in Diana's Library. It's written by my friend 'Muscle Fan', one of my submissive followers. My last client of the evening was Robert Thompson, or rather Lieutenant Detective Robert Thompson. Bob is in his early fifties and a little pudgy. He's divorced twice with two grown children. While he stands five-foot seven, he's well endowed. His cock is a nice five inches flaccid and an even nicer eight and one-half inches when he's erect. When he's with me, he's erect ninety percent of the time. Bob likes to feel my muscles and while I know he'd like to run that meaty cock of his in me, I don't permit that, at least not yet. He had finished rubbing my back and the back of my legs, lightly oiling them with a gardenia scented lotion. He had moved to my chest and I look down at his manhood standing erect between us. I move my leg so that it comes in contact with the head of his penis. As I touch the head, he closes his eyes no doubt dreaming about sinking his member into my pussy. I chuckle. "Dream on little man," I tell him. He puts oil into his palm and rubs his hands together then rubs his palms across my chest and breasts. My breast while not large, are hard and firm like the rest of my body. "Pinch my nipples, Bobby," I tell him and he eagerly complies. After several minutes of sucking and pulling on my nipples I push on his shoulders sending him to his knees. Now he needs to oil my quadriceps, shins and feet. My huge clit is mere inches from his face. "Go ahead, Bobby, suck me, I know you want to," I tell him. No sooner had the words left my mouth than he takes my clit between his lips and pulls me into his mouth. Bobby has a sensual mouth and I wonder how his ex-wives ever gave up on this man. "Hmm," I hum as he sucks and pulls on my clit and labia. My clit stiffens to its erect four inches. He runs his tongue along the length of my shaft which brings me to an orgasm. "That's it, baby, worship my she-cock," I say. His hands grip my butt and he brings a finger to my anus and probes its depth. I tighten my butt trapping his hand. "Deeper, Bobby, I want to feel you finger inside me," I tell him. He probes deeper and I tighten my butt, holding his hand in place while I climax sending cum into his mouth. He tries to turn to one side but I hold his face against my spouting pubis. "Take me, baby," I tell him, "take all of me and swallow it." My orgasm lasts several minutes and I can hear him gag, but he does as I command and swallows my cum. Temporarily satiated, I release my hold on him and he falls back, swallowing and breathing heavily. I look at my clit as the last droplets of my cum drip to the carpet. "Well done, Bobby," I tell him, "Now I'm going to reward you. Get on your feet." He stands and I grasp his cock taking it between two fingers and my thumb. I begin to stroke him and within minutes I know he'll come. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back as he explodes sending an arc of milky cum onto my abs. I continue to stroke him running my thumb along his urethra. He moans and sends another load of cum onto my thigh. I slow my stroking and release him. I take a minute to watch his penis become flaccid. He turns away no doubt embarrassed. "That's alright, baby, men don't have the stamina of women and certainly not the stamina of this woman. Kneel and lick you cream off my abs and legs," I tell him. He sinks to his knees once more and licks his cum from me. I love the warm breath and softness of his tongue. I allow him five minutes of 'play time' and then step away from him in mid-lick. "That's enough, I need to get home and have my boy-toy service my hungry pussy with his twelve inch cock," I tell him, and then I chuckle. I know this has the effect of emasculating Bob, but that's all part of what I do. "Get dressed and get out," I tell him. He looks up at me sheepishly but gets to his feet and begins to dress. I watch, hands on my hips as he finishes. Robert has been a loyal customer for nearly a year, requiring my services every other week. I charge him a minimum rate of fifteen hundred dollars for the hour of my time. He puts his envelope on the credenza near the door. "See you in two weeks, Bobby," I say. "Yes, mistress, same time," he replies and leaves. I wasn't in a particular hurry, but since mentioning Tim, my 'boy-toy', all I can think about is having his twelve inch cock inside me. I put on my skirt which barely covers my flaccid clit, a pair of ankle boots and a sheer silk blouse. I wear a soft leather jacket more to cover my protruding nipples than to protect me from the cold. I'm nearly to my car in the hotels parking structure when a man steps out of the shadows. He's tall, as tall as me, wearing a hoodie and brandishing a knife. "Give me your purse," he says in a deep voice. I turn and face him, my back to my car. "You want it, come and get it, asshole," I say taunting him and holding my bag out in my left hand. Tentatively he reaches for it with his left hand which put his left arm between me and the knife. With a quick grab of his extended left arm, I twist and step behind him bringing his arm high up on his back. He lets out a yelp, maybe more from surprise, but the yelp turns into a cry of pain as continue to lift. I hear his should dislocate. "Pl-please stop," he cries and I slam him into the side of my car. "What's the matter, bitch," I whisper in his ear, "Can't take a little pain?" With my free hand, I grab his wrist holding the knife and crush a bone or two in my vise like grip. He drops the knife and lets out another scream. I look around and see we're alone on the third floor of the parking structure. "Shh," I whisper again in his ear, "Be quiet or I'll have shut you up." "No, no, please, I beg of you," he whimpers, "let me go." "Let you go?" I ask, "Now why would I do that. I'm only beginning to have fun." That said, I drive a fist into his ribs breaking several. "Uh," he says, his breath taken away. I release my hold on the man and turn him to face me, his back against my car. I take one step back and before he can slump to the concrete, drive my fist into his belly. Now, the air gone from his lungs he gasps for breath doubles over and falls to his knees. I push the hood back from his head and grabbing a fistful of his hair, turn and straddle his head pulling the back of his neck between my huge thighs. I can feel this damp hair against my clit which is semi erect. "Hmm," I moan softly, "I love the feel of your neck between my thighs." I let go of his hair and lace my fingers behind my head and slowly squeeze my quads. Tighter and tighter, the man slaps and tries to pull my legs apart. 'Futile, asshole,' I think until he stops struggling. I loosen my legs and step away, turn and watch as he falls to one side, dead. Taking a final look around and not seeing anyone, I pick the man up; one hand at the back of his hoodie and one on his crotch. I lifted him above my head and unable to resist the final humiliation, crushed his genitals before throwing him over the railing to the pavement below. 'Stupid bastard,' I think as I take a quick look to see him lying face down, a pool of blood running from beneath his body, 'thinking you could rob me.' I get in my car and drive home my adrenaline pumping and my libido in overdrive. "How was your evening, mistress?" Tim asks as I enter. I smile and tell him, "Not bad, baby," and giving his penis a tug, "but I'm sure it's going to get a lot better now, come on I need you inside of me." Tim smiles and follows me to my bedroom. I unzip my mini skirt and step out of it and then unbutton my blouse allowing it to drop atop my skirt. Now, naked except for my ankle boots, I tell Tim, "Get on the bed, baby." He lies on the bed, his manhood already erect. I draw a fingernail along the length of his shaft, and he involuntarily winces. I chuckle. "You know, baby, I killed a man tonight," I tell him, teasing the head of his penis with my fingernail. I glance at his face and his eyes widen, "Really, mistress, why?" I return my attention to his cock. "He tried to mug me as I was leaving the hotel," I tell him. Tim chuckles and says, "He picked the wrong woman to mug." I laugh and tell him, "Well, he won't be choosing any woman ever again," and with that, I swing my leg over his hip and straddle his cock. My large clit is erect in anticipation of riding Tim's shaft. Slowly I lower myself onto his manhood and tighten my vaginal muscles. "Do you like it when I milk your cock, baby?" I ask. "Yes, mistress," he says. I know he does and I begin to undulate my muscles alternately constricting his penis and then loosening my vaginal hold. "Hmm," he moans, "You're marvelous, mistress." I chuckle and tell him, "I know," and let my hands roam over my hard body, pinching my nipples between my fingers and then reaching behind me, penetrating my anus with my finger. Twenty minutes later Tim and I climax simultaneously, both panting heavily. As I lay next to him, I tell him, "That was exhilarating." "Thank you mistress," he says and I laugh. "Well, that too, Tim, but I meant killing that asshole, it really got my adrenalin pumping," I tell him, "I like the feeling, the rush it gave me." I look over at Tim and he has a worried expression on his face. "What is it baby," I ask rolling on my side to face him and taking his cock in my palm. "Do I have anything to worry about, mistress?" I chuckle and tighten my grip, "Not if you continue to perform like you just did. No, baby, you're safe with me." We had sex once more, this time I let Tim take command and enter me. Tim has trained himself to last for nearly two hours so when we both climaxed, we were exhausted. The next morning, I got a call from Bob Thompson, my detective slave. "Mistress, I need to talk to you, do you have time this morning?" I knew what it was about, so I said, "Yes, I'll be at the penthouse in an hour," and hung up. Bob was waiting in the lobby for me when I arrived. Wordlessly we took the elevator to my penthouse. As soon as we were inside I said, "I take it this isn't a social call?" "No, mistress," he said, "As you know a man died here last night. I looked at the security tape and saw you throw him over the edge of the parking structure." "Yes," I said putting my hands on my hits, "he tried to mug me." Bob shuffled his feet and said, "I know, I saw that too, but still, a man's dead." "Rightfully so," I told Bob, "the bastard had it coming." Bob looked up at me and said, "Lucky that you treat the staff here well," he pulled a thumb drive from his jacket pocket and held it up, "here's the recording of the closed circuit cameras from the parking garage." I took it. "There's now no record of what happened," he told me. I smiled and kissed him full on the lips. "Thank you, Bobby," I told him, "your next session will be on me and you can do what you like, I know you want to get that little cock of yours inside me," and I chuckled. He blushed. Still holding the thumb drive, I asked, "Are you sure this is the only copy?" "Yes, I deleted the hard drive myself." "Good," I said and crushed the plastic device in my palm. "I have to tell you that it was a rush killing that asshole," I told him, "If, ah, you ever know of someone else who deserves to be dealt with, let me know, consider it a bonus." He stared at me and then said, "You're serious, aren't you?" I smiled and said, "What do you think?" We stared into each other's eyes for a full minute before he turned and said, "I'll be in touch." "I'm sure you will," I said. Bobby left and I put the remnants of the thumb drive in the trash. 'I hope he takes me up on my offer,' I thought. Two weeks passed without a word from Robert Thompson, and then on Wednesday evening, he called. "Mistress, we have a domestic dispute. Ralph Dobson, who has a record of spousal abuse, has beaten his wife for the fifth time. She's in the hospital with a broken jaw, but she's unwilling to file charges against her husband. This predator needs to be stopped." "It sounds like it," I said, "give me his address and I'll pay him a little visit." "Tonight?" Robert asked. "No time like the present," I said glancing at my watch. I took down the address of the Dobson house and drove to the street, parking several houses down from the address Thompson had given me. As I approached the house I looked for camera's and listened for dogs. 'None', I thought. From the front porch I peered in the window and saw Ralph in chino's and a 'wife beater' T-shirt sitting on the couch watching wrestling. I walked along the side of the house and found the back door open. Quietly I entered a kitchen that was littered with dirty dishes and a discarded pizza box. I crept to the doorway leading to the living room and intentionally knocked over a vase from a sideboard. I wore latex gloves, a sports bra and spandex shorts along with a pair of work boots. "Whose there?" he called out getting up from the couch. I peered around to see him approaching with a baseball bat in his hand. 'Stupid bastard,' I thought. As he started into the dining room, I pulled the bat from his hands. "Wh-what the fuck," he blurted out, "Who the fuck are you?" I didn't say a word but grabbed his right wrist and bending my knee, snapped his forearm over it. He let out a yell that I thought the neighbors might hear, but then again, they were probably use to screaming coming from this house. Ralph fell to the floor and raised his left arm up. "No, please, don't hurt me," he pleaded. I only smiled and pulled on his wrist. He didn't resist as I dragged him to his feet where I encircled his chest in a bear hug and squeezed slowly. I could feel his hot breath on my chest as he whimpered and began to cry. I felt a rib break and then a second one. He went limp in my arms. I carried him to the master bedroom and threw him on the bed. Getting a pair of his wife's panties out of a dresser drawer, I stuffed them into his mouth unfastened his belt and slid his chino's and shorts from his body. His cock lay shrunken against one leg. I picked it up with my thumb and forefinger and looked at the flaccid organ. 'Pitiful,' I thought, 'can't be more than two inches.' I stripped off my shorts and sports bra, tied the man's wrist and ankles with the two ties he had in the closet and waited until he came too. He opened his eyes slowly and as he saw me standing at the end of the bed, naked, his eyes widened. I put my hands on my hips and said, "I'm here to avenge all of the beatings you've given to your wife." I flexed a double bicep pose and said, "Me and my girls are going to enjoy ourselves while we pummel your body." I stepped to the side of the bed and punched him in the kidney. Ralph let out a muffled 'Ugh" and shook his head. My left fist landed in his paunch of a midsection and I could tell he had trouble catching his breath. Purple welts were forming where I had hit him. 'Good', I thought. I hit him with a series of punches to his shoulders, right, left and right again. I stepped to the head of the bed and doubled my fist. Ralph shook his head vigorously and as I was about to land a blow to his jaw, he turned to the side as my fist landed on his temple. Stunned, he rolled back to his back as I hit him with a left on the nose breaking it. Blood spewed from the wound, hitting his chest, neck, bed and my pelvis. I looked down and saw a drop of blood drip from my swollen clit. I jumped on the bed and lowered my crotch to his face. The warmth of his blood on my genitals was exhilarating. I ground my pussy into his mouth until I felt his jaw shatter and teeth break. I wiggled my hips, but willed myself not to cum as I didn't want to leave any DNA for the CSI's. Stepping from the bed, my pussy was dripping his blood, my clit erect. I looked at the man and thought I could see his chest rise slowly. 'I have to finish him off and get out of here,' I thought. With one last blow, I hit the man square on the sternum, breaking it. I'm sure his heart burst or at least went into shock. I stepped back and watched for his chest to rise, but it didn't. Taking another pair of his wife's panties from the dresser, I wiped Ralph's blood from my pubis. Once clean, I put my shorts back on and tossed the sopping wet panties onto the man's stomach. I put my sports bra back on and then pulled drawers from the dresser to make it look like a home invasion. Next, I went to the living room and tearing the flat screen TV from the wall, broke it. I overturned chairs, sofa, end table and coffee table. On my way to the back door, I held a dining room chair against my chest and crushed it. Exiting the same way I had come in, I got in my car and drove home. 'That was fun,' I thought. 'I hope Ralph's wife doesn't mind cleaning up the mess when she gets out of the hospital.' If you enjoyed 'Muscle Dominatrix - Part 2', please let me know at covert.1@hotmail.com Thanks, Muscle Fan