Muscle Monster - Part 3
By Muscle Fan



The following is a continuation of my 'Muscle Monster' series I have written
about a muscular woman who harbors an obsession with teasing and then
destroying her victims. This woman is Alex, my wife, my Muscle Monster. This
story contains humiliation, sex and extreme violence.

Please read at your own discretion.

Thanks,

Muscle Fan

It's Saturday and I don't have to go to work. I woke in the crook of my wife's
arm. My wife is a muscle goddess, a muscle monster. She has killed three
people, beating and torturing them before crushing them. Why, you ask, do I
let her get away with this; why don't I go to the authorities? The answer is
simple; first, I love my wife and secondly, I've been a willing participant in
these three murders. To go to the police would be a death sentence for me as
well as her.

"I got a call last night from Beth, a seamstress, who will be bringing some
clothing by this evening," Alex said. Alex was naked, her deep tan in sharp
contrast to the white satin sheets we were laying on. "How do you know Beth?"
I asked. "I stopped, quite by random at her boutique on the way back from a
meeting I had with Linda Lawrence," Alex said. Linda Lawrence is the widow of
one of Alex's victim. "She didn't have a business suit in my size but said she
could make one." "That's very ambitious," I said, "Yes, it will be interesting
to see what she came up with."

I rolled on my side and ran a hand across my wife's hard as a rock abdominals.
"Do you think I'm evil for killing those people," Alex asked. I was surprised
at her question. Did she have doubts? I knew it was her overactive libido that
led her to do that, so I said, "No, I suppose in some way they deserved it,
especially Linda's husband, John. He was cheating on her." "Hmm," Alex mused,
"I think you're right," stretching. I watched as the definition in her quads
deepened, their thick veins standing out.

"You crushed John's hand with your pussy, that took a lot of strength," I
commented. She chuckled, and said, "Not really, a hand is a very fragile thing
with a lot of small bones, but yes, it took a lot of strength. Would you like
to see what I can do to your cock?" She rolled on her side facing me and
stroked my cock. "Ah, no, I'd like to keep my cock in one piece, thank you," I
told her. She made a pouty face and then said, "Well, as long as I have your
attention, let's just have a morning screw and then some breakfast. I promise
not to crush 'Little Bobby'," and ran the tip of her finger over the head of
my cock.

For the next hour or so, I pleasured Alex, bringing her to several orgasms
before finally climaxing myself. "You're self-control is getting better,
baby," she commented. "I've had a good teacher," I said and she laughed. "Good
answer," she said swinging her massive legs over the side of the bed, "I'll
get breakfast started."

I watched her pad into the bathroom. Her butt was as hard as a rock and her
back was broad and muscled. I found myself touching my exhausted cock. 'No
time for that,' I told myself, 'better get the coffee started.'

I glanced at the morning newspaper and saw a small article that a fisherman
had discovered the body of John Lawrence who had left a suicide note and
disappeared. Apparently, according to the article, his body was badly damaged
with broken ribs, hand and fractured skull. It was speculated that he landed
on some rocks when he jumped from the Fredrick Bridge. I read the article
again, this time out loud to Alex.

"Well, that's that," Alex said, "case closed." "I guess you're right," I said,
"I hope Linda is happy with the outcome." "I'm sure she will be once she
collects on the million dollar life insurance policy."

My phone rang, "Robert," I said. It was the superintendent from the building
our firm was erecting downtown. He wanted to tell me that he had to let one of
his men go because of an argument at the job site. It seems that the man was
having an affair with another's wife, a fist fight ensued. The superintendent
assured me that this would not delay the schedule.

I told all of this to Alex once I was off the phone. "Just like John
Lawrence," she said, "I'd probably kill you if I found you cheating on me with
a co-worker." I chuckled, "Then it's a good thing I'm not cheating on you." I
picked up my plate and coffee mug and gave Alex a kiss as I took them to the
sink.

That evening Beth arrived and Alex answered the door. "Wow!" I heard my wife
exclaim from the entryway, "I didn't know you were bringing all of this." I
went to see what was going on. "This is only half, Alex, there's more in ... "
and her sentence trailed off as I walked into the foyer. Her eyes widened as
she saw me, or more accurately, my cock. Alex introduced me although Beth
seemed focused on my genitals. I gave her a prolonged hug.

Alex said, "Bobby, get the rest of the clothes from the car." I did, carrying
the four or five hangers over my shoulder into the house.

"Let's go into the living room," Alex said and we followed behind. Once there,
Alex said, "Let's see what you've got." Beth took a black pants suit from its
hanger and Alex tried it on. "It fits," she said, "I love it. What do you
think, Bobby?" "It looks great, baby," I said, and it did. Beth smiled
broadly, "I made one in navy blue as well as khaki." "And what about these," I
asked indicating the hangers I had carried in and laid on a chair. "Leggings,"
Beth said, "I made them from a stretchy material, try a pair on."

Alex stepped out of the pants suit and sat on the couch to pull on the shiny
black leggings. When she stood up, you could still see her well defined
muscles through the material. The leggings fit like a second skin. "I love
them," Alex said rubbing a hand over the skin tight material, "It's like I'm
not wearing anything at all." Beth nodded, and said, "I also made a pair of
the leggings in gray and camouflage, but I have other colors if you like."

"And what's in the small box," Alex asked. "Oh, well, ah, a couple of bathing
suits," Beth said, "I didn't know if you wore them or not. I didn't notice any
tan lines when you were in the shop." I looked at Alex and raised an eyebrow.
She smiled and said, "Beth was kind enough to suck my clit and get me off
while I was in the dressing room." "Uh-huh," I said and we both laughed. My
wife has a large clit and loves to have it sucked. Clearly confused, I told
Beth, "My wife has an overactive libido. She's really insatiable and has to
have sex daily and still masturbates or finds a willing participant, so thank
you for indulging her." Beth blushed and said, "Really, daily?" I nodded,
"Really, sometimes two or three times a day. It's really quite exhausting."
Alex gave me a playful slap on the arm and said, "I don't hear you
complaining."

I opened the box and took out a leopard print thong, holding it up by the
narrow sides. "Let me try it on," Alex said. She put it on over the leggings
she was still wearing. The bathing suit rode high on her narrow hips. "What do
you think?" she asked turning around. "I think you look overdressed," I told
her and laughed. "I think it looks fantastic although neither of us wear a
bathing suit out at the pool," Alex told Beth. Beth nodded. "Well, there's two
more in the box should you want them, an orange one and a brown one." I
couldn't help but notice that the brown bathing suit was nearly the same shade
as Alex's deep tan.

"Everything is marvelous," Alex said, "How much for the lot?" Beth hesitated
and then said, "Eight hundred and fifty dollars will cover it." 'For three
custom tailored business suits, the leggings and the bikini's,' I thought,
'that seems like a steal.' Apparently Alex did too. She nodded and said,
"Let's just make it an even thousand, I'll get my checkbook. Bobby, why don't
you help Beth out of her clothes, I need to show my appreciation when I get
back."

Beth turned to me and I said reaching for the buttons of her blouse, "Don't be
afraid, I'm sure she'll be gentle." Beth nodded and allowed me to undress her.
Alex returned and sat the check next to Beth's clothing. "Do you have your
tape measure with you?" she asked. Beth nodded and said, "Yes, in my purse."

Alex looked in the handbag and brought out the tape. "I wanted to measure
Bobby when he's limp," Alex said, extending the tape from where my pelvis met
my shaft to its head. "Hmm," she hummed, "Ten inches. I thought you had
grown," and she chuckled, "Now let's see you erect," and began to stroke me.
It had the desired effect, after a dozen strokes, I was hard. Again she
measured along the top of my cock. "Nearly fourteen inches," she said, "You
have gotten bigger. Have you ever had a fourteen inch cock, Beth?"

The girl only stood, her mouth open slightly, staring at my erection. Finally
she shook her head and said, "No, no, never." "Do you think you could take all
of Bobby inside of you?" Alex asked. "Ah, I, err, don't know," she stammered.
Alex laughed lightly and said, "Maybe if he's lubricated. Come here, Bobby and
get wet." I knew what she had in mind.

Alex sat on the couch and then lay back. Guiding the head of my penis, I
slowly ran my shaft into her already wet vagina. "Hmm, that's it, baby," she
said as I slowly withdrew and then went deeper. "Do you like to watch, Beth?"
Alex asked. I stole a glance at the girl who was biting her lip, staring at
the two of us. Having someone watch Alex and I have sex is exhilarating.

"I like to watch," Alex said, nudging me out of the way. I got up as did Alex
who said, "I like to watch my husband screw other women, lay on the couch,
Beth." I felt sorry for Beth who had fear written on her face, but Al was
demanding and loved to humiliate those around her. When Beth hesitated, Alex
said sternly, "Get on the couch, now!" Hesitantly Beth took Alex's place and I
poised the tip of my cock, still coated with the sheen of Alex's juices,
between her small labia. Slowly I entered her. She closed her eyes as the head
of my penis filled her.

I began to thrust, gently and slowly, a soft moan escaping Beth's lips. Alex
moved to the couch and straddled either side of Beth's head, lowering her
meaty clitoris to the girl's lips. "Take me, baby, suck me." Beth dutifully
did as she was asked. Concentrating on pleasing Al, I buried myself deeper and
deeper, inch by inch.

It was intoxicating watching Beth suck my wife's clit. I increased the tempo
of my thrusting and the three of us climaxed as one.

"You're not only a talented seamstress," Alex said as she stood up, "but you
give the best head, no offense, Bobby." I pouted and then laughed.

"Thank you for the pants suits," Alex said giving Beth a hug, "I'll be sure to
tell the girls in the office about you." "Thank you," Beth said as she began
to dress, "and thank you," she said to me, placing a hand on her crotch. "The
pleasure was mine," I replied.

Once Beth left, I carried the remaining clothes into the bedroom. "Tell me
about this man who's cheating on his wife at your job site, baby." "I'm sure
it's nothing. He's already been let go," I told her. "I just want to have a
word with him, baby, that's all," she said. "Uh-huh, just a word, promise me
you won't kill him." She smiled and said, "I promise, now tell me where he
lives."

I had the address of all of the employees in my office. I jotted it down and
returned to the bedroom. "Do you need me to go with you?" "No, I've got this
one," she said, slipping into the black leggings once more and donning a black
sports bra. "I'll be back in an hour or two." I nodded and yawned. "I'll be
here, don't forget your promise," I said. She smiled broadly and said, "Yes,
honey, I won't kill the asshole," turned and walked out.

It was eleven o'clock and the man's condo was dark. Al parked a block away and
tried the front door; locked. She went through a side gate and found the rear
sliding glass door unlocked. 'No alarm,' she thought, 'no dogs. This is good.'
Quietly she made her way to the bedroom where, from outside the doorway, she
heard the heavy breathing of someone asleep. Silently, she opened the bedroom
door and crept to the foot of the bed. Two people, a man and a woman lay
asleep. Al watched for a few minutes until the woman, perhaps sensing someone
else in the room, woke. She blinked rapidly trying to clear her vision when
she saw Alex.

She gasped and Alex quickly put a hand across her mouth and whispered in her
ear, "Are you his wife?" Clearly panicked, the woman shook her head.
"Girlfriend?" Al asked. The woman nodded. With her free hand, Alex opened the
top drawer of the dresser and glancing inside found what she was looking for,
a pair of panties. She wadded the sheer satin material into a ball and stuffed
it in the woman's mouth and then lifting her, carried her to the walk-in
closet throwing her onto the floor. A robe was on a hanger, and Alex took the
belt and secured the woman's wrists behind her back. Squatting beside her,
Alex said, "Be quiet, if you're quiet, you live, if not, you die, understand?"
The woman looked up into Al's face, eyes wide and nodded. "Good," Alex said
and left closing the closet door behind her.

Now with only the man to deal with, Alex stepped to the side of the bed and
placed a hand on the man's back, shaking him. The man grumbled but did not
wake up. Alex once again put her left hand on the man's back and this time,
bending low, punched him in the ribs. She knew she had fractured two or more
with her blow, but the man yelled and tried to get to his knees.

Al picked him up and tossed him on his back. Now, clearly confused but wide
awake and in pain, he asked, "Who, what are you?" Without saying a word, Alex
drove her fist into the man's cheek near his left eye. Within seconds the skin
turned a purplish orange and began to swell. "This is for the pain you caused
to your wife," and this time threw a jab to the man's jaw. He rolled into a
fetal position on the bed protecting his head from any future punches.

"Get up, wimp," Alex taunted, "I'm going to give you a chance to fight back
which is more than you deserve. Come on, get up." She stepped away from the
bed and waited. The man slowly put his legs over the side of the bed and then
sprang forward burying a shoulder into Al's midsection. It was like hitting a
wall. If the man's intentions were to knock the muscle goddess off her feet,
it failed. Alex grabbed the man around the waist and lifted him up so that he
was literally upside down and then dropped him to the floor.

He landed on the back of his neck and shoulders with a sickening thud, the air
rushing from his lungs. Now lying on the floor, wheezing, he looked up at Alex
who towered over him. "I would love to kill you, but I promised I wouldn't.
Your girlfriend, however, I made no such promise," Alex said. "No, no," he
wheezed, "Pl-please don't hu-hurt her." Al only sneered and opened the closet
door and dragged the woman into the bedroom by her hair.

The woman saw her boyfriend lying on the floor and screamed into her gag. Alex
left the woman and stepped out of her ankle boots and rolled her leggings down
her massive legs. The woman took her eyes off of her boyfriend and looked up
to see Alex standing, feet apart, stroking her large clitoris. Once more she
screamed into her gag. Alex laughed and said, "Impressive, isn't it. I call it
my 'she cock' and right now I need to satisfy her craving and have you suck me
until I come."

Standing, Alex pulled the woman up by her hair to a kneeling position until
her face was between Alex's massive quads. She removed the gag from the
woman's mouth and before she could scream, pulled her face into her crotch.
"There you go, baby, suck my monster clit," Alex said, and then turned to look
at the man still trying to fill his lungs with air, said, "See how easily I
made your girlfriend my bitch? Hmm, she really gives great head. Is that why
you like her?"

Alex moved her hips back and forth while holding the woman's mouth captive
against her pussy. "Hmm," she moaned as the woman pummeled Alex's butt with
her fists. "Do you think your pathetic little fists will hurt me, you stupid
bitch," the muscle monster said as she increased her thrusting. She ground her
pussy into the woman's face savoring the woman's hot breath on her pubis.
Finally, with a loud sigh and a shudder, Alex climaxed her cum filling the
woman's mouth and dripping to the floor. She released the woman who fell to
the floor in a puddle of Alex's cum.

Ripping the sheet from the bed, Alex wiped her crotch drying it. She tossed
the sheet back on the bed and then stepped into her leggings and ankle boots.
Looking down at the couple, she said, "I'm going to let you two live, but if
you report this to the authorities, I'll come back and beat both of you to
death. Do you understand?" The man wheezed, "Y-yes," but the woman, still
gasping, could only nod. Alex placed the heel of her ankle boot in the woman's
outstretched palm and put her weight on it. "I didn't hear you, bitch." With
the stiletto heel nearly penetrating her hand, the woman said weakly, "Y-yes,
I understand." "Good," Alex said, left the condo, this time by the front door.

At home, I was waiting up. "How did it go," I asked, "You didn't kill him did
you?" "No," Alex said, as she got undressed, "I promised you, I wouldn't kill
him, though he may have wished I had. His girlfriend was in bed with him."
"And?" I asked. Alex smiled, "I didn't kill her either. I just had her suck my
cock," and she ran a finger over her large clit, "But now, I need to have that
gorgeous cock of your in me. Come on," and she took me by my cock and led me
to the bedroom.

My muscle monster is truly insatiable.

If you enjoyed this story or my others on the 'Muscle Fan' bookshelf in
Diana's Library please let me know at covert.1@hotmail.com

Thank you,

Muscle Fan