Muscle Monster - Part 4
By Muscle Fan



The following is a continuation of my 'Muscle Monster' series that I have
written about a sometimes sadistic 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

My wife is amazing. She's about six foot two inches in her bare feet and
probably weighs two hundred fifty pounds. 'That's two hundred fifty pounds of
muscle,' I correct myself. She has a body fat index of maybe two percent. To
say she's strong would be an understatement. She bench presses over four
hundred pounds doing multiple reps and squats nearly the same weight. With her
lean body fat, her muscles are quite well defined, what some would call
'ripped'. Thick veins are visible in her forearms and legs and I love to lie
in bed and run a finger along them.

Alex is a successful realtor. Whether it's her good looks or a bit of
intimidation when showing properties, she has netted her office millions of
dollars in sales. Her commission checks and bonus' reflect this.

Our marriage is solid although perhaps a little unorthodox. For example, when
we're home we're naked either in the house or by the pool. I've always had an
obsession with muscular women, buying or stealing bodybuilding and fitness
magazines at an early age to look at the women posing in them and
masturbating. In college I attended swim meets, volleyball games, gymnastic
competitions and track meets just to watch the women athletes compete. I dated
many of these female athletes although none compare to Alex.

In high school and early in college, I was embarrassed about my penis. 'More
accurately,' I think, 'I was embarrassed about the size of my penis.' When it
came to intimacy, some women would be put off by its size. I heard, "It's too
big,", "You'll hurt me," or simply, "You've got to be kidding." Now, I'm ten
inches flaccid and nearly fourteen inches when I'm erect and Alex loves it. I
found the woman of my dreams.

Robert and I have been married for five years now. He's truly wonderful and
very attentive. He indulges me when I need to have sex, which is often, or I'm
feeling 'adventuresome' and want to try something new. Bobby has also helped
me fulfill many of my fantasies; taunting, humiliating, beating, breaking and
ultimately destroying my victims all for my gratification.

I love standing in front of a mirror critiquing my body, running a hand over
my muscles and into their deep definitions and tracing the ropelike veins that
snake beneath my skin. Am I obsessed? Yes. Am I narcissistic? Yes. But more
importantly, I'm proud. Proud of my body, the body I've sculpted and proud of
the fact that I can destroy any man or woman that I want.

I'm a successful realtor and whether I'm in the office or in the field at a
showing, I dress conservatively, but I have closed many deals simply by using
my body. The first time this happened was nearly two years ago when I was just
developing into the muscle goddess I am today. I was muscular, but not as
'cut' or 'ripped' as today.

I'll call the couple Jack and Jill Smith. I had shown them two properties and
arranged to show them a third. It was a Friday evening and the house was
vacant with its previous occupants now living out of state. There was little
left of the former owners, a chair, a lamp and a bed in the master suite.

I was meeting them at the house and had arrived early just to make sure the
house was presentable. The Smith's arrived on time and I proceeded to walk
them through the home pointing out one feature and then another.

We walked into the master bedroom where the king size bed remained. "This is
spacious," Jill said. "It is," Jack agreed looking around. I smiled. "We might
be able to get the second bed in here," he added. Jill nodded. I had to ask,
so I said, "Second bed?" "Yes," she said, "Jack and I sometimes entertain
other couples. We find it keeps our marriage fresh and makes us appreciate
each other even more." She reached out and took Jack's hand.

"That's interesting," I said and was going to move on and show them the master
bathroom when Jill asked, "Would you, ah, I'm not sure how to ask this, but
would you show us your body?" I stood looking at them for a long time. Jill
was petite, standing not more than five foot while Jack was tall at nearly six
foot. Both appeared trim and fit. I wasn't sure what to say.

"I told Jill," Jack finally said, "that I think you're very muscular and
perhaps even a bodybuilder." He gave me a smile. "Jack has always been
attracted to fit women," Jill added. I nodded and said, "I will show you my
body, but on three conditions. First, you must get undressed, second, you will
tell no one of this and third, you agree to purchase this house." The couple
looked at each other and then said, "Agreed." 'What have you gotten yourself
into,' I thought, 'I didn't really think they'd agree to this.'

We all undressed and I found it interesting that both Jill and Jack turned to
face a wall as they shed their clothes. I watched as I removed my shoes, skirt
and blouse. I never wore underwear or a bra. When they turned back towards me,
they both gasped. "You're even more muscular than I thought," he said. "Much
more muscular," Jill added.

The couple was perhaps a year or two older than I was but had taken care of
their bodies. Jill's breasts were larger than mine, firm and capped by small
areola and erect nipples. Jack was trim with little body hair and an average
size penis that was uncircumcised.

"So do you consider yourselves swingers," I asked. "I suppose," she said,
"although we just say that we're into an alternative lifestyle." I laughed and
asked, "And what do couples living an alternative lifestyle do?" "We like to
explore our relationships with others," Jack said, "Jill is an eager
participant while I like to watch."

Jill said, "Lie on the bed, Alex," and put a hand on my abs and gently pushing
me in that direction. I got on the bed as did Jill and began to tongue my
nipples. They responded and hardened as she rolled each between her lips. She
kissed my neck, slowly working her way down past my sternum to my navel. She
explored my navel with her tongue and then continued down until she knelt
between my legs.

"Hmm," I hummed as she took my labia and clitoris in her mouth and sucked
them. I had been with women in the past, but Jill was perhaps the most
skillful of lovers I had had. "You have a magnificent clit, baby," she said
from between my legs, her warm breath on my genitals, "I need to clit fuck
you."

Jill lay on her side and positioned herself between my legs so that our clits
touched. I stole a glance at Jack, standing by the bed watching intently,
stroking his erect penis. I watched as its head peeked from beneath its
foreskin and then disappeared again. Jill was thrusting her hips slowly and I
could feel my orgasm building. I turned my attention back to our love making
and began to move my hips in rhythm with Jill's.

"Aah," Jill gasped as she climaxed, sending a stream of cum against my pussy.
I also climaxed a second later as we shuddered, spent. I looked at Jack who
went rigid, and stopped stroking his cock, his cum arcing onto the mattress by
Jill's butt.

Jack sat on the bed next to Jill as her and I lay there, our crotches wet with
our juices. Jill slid from under me and stood next to the bed. "Did you enjoy
yourself, Alex?" she asked. "I did," I said, "but now there's one thing I want
you to do." "What's that?" she asked. "Lick the cum from my pussy," I told her
spreading my legs. She looked at her husband and then crawled back onto the
bed between my legs. She lapped my pussy her tongue soft on my labia and clit.
Soon I climaxed for a second time washing her face with my cum.

Jill went to the bathroom to wash her face and I said to Jack, "You can meet
me at the office tomorrow at ten o'clock to sign the paperwork. Bring your
down payment. We'll enter the house into escrow and get the ball rolling."
"Yes, Alex," he said standing up. I looked down at his cock, flaccid now and
with my thumb and forefinger, pulled the foreskin back revealing the head. A
drop of semen hung on the head and I took it on my finger tip and placed it on
his lips. He licked his lips and I said, "Good boy, did you enjoy yourself?"
He nodded. I smiled and patted his cheek.

I understand the Smith's kept the bed, although the last time I saw it, it was
pretty well saturated, but I'm sure they've continued to put it to good use.
As I understand it, they are quite happy in their new house.

Today, I'm bigger, more defined and definitely more assertive and aggressive.
Today I have twenty inch biceps and calves, twenty-six inch quads and a three
inch clit.

I have a listing for a million plus dollar house in an exclusive neighborhood.
The current owners are globetrotting Europe and the house needed a faucet
replaced in the master bathroom. I arranged for the plumber we use to meet me
at the property to let him in. He was right on time but I couldn't wait as I
had another showing. He said he would let himself out when he was finished.

Our real estate firm has used this particular plumber many times. He's
reputable, insured and bonded, but he's not cheap. In any event, I left him at
the house to replace the faucet. 'I wouldn't be gone long,' I thought. As it
turns out, I was gone for an hour and a half.

When I returned, the plumber was gone. I tried the new faucet; hot, cold, all
seemed to be working fine. Then I went downstairs and into the owners study
and opened an armoire. A state of the art home surveillance system was there
which monitored cameras not only outside but in each of the bedrooms. Whether
the current owner was paranoid or simply a pervert, I didn't know but I wanted
to check how long it took the plumber to finish his job.

I couldn't believe what I saw. After I left, the man went promptly to work,
and while there is no camera in the bathroom, I saw him enter and leave. It
took him a half hour and he was done. He sat his tool box just inside the
bedroom door and then went right to a dresser.

I watched as he opened first one drawer and then another. Finally he found
what he was looking for, the woman home owner's lingerie. The man looked
around and then sat on the bed and untied his work boots and got undressed.
Looking at himself in the mirror above the dresser he slipped on a pair of the
woman's panties. He turned first one way and then the other admiring himself.
I sat riveted to what I saw.

The plumber, I'll call him Mark, began to fondle himself. After several
minutes, I saw the stain appear on the front panel of the panties. He had
ejaculated. I chuckled as he looked around and then without taking the panties
off, put his boxer shorts on over them and got dressed. He smoothed the
bedding and gave the bedroom one final look before disappearing from the
master bedroom camera. I saw him on other cameras as he left the house and
finally his truck pulling out of the driveway.

I'm familiar enough with home surveillance units that I knew how to erase this
footage and that's exactly what I did but not until after I printed a couple
of frames of Mark caught in the act. 'I need to teach this boy a lesson,' I
thought.

That night I told Bobby that we needed to go out. He knew what was coming, but
he also knew better than to question me. When I showed him the pictures I had
printed he laughed, "You want to kill him because he gets off wearing women's
underwear?" "No," I said, "and I'm not going to kill him, I just want to rough
him up a bit. And it's not because he wears women's underwear, it's because he
stole the panties he was wearing from the house." Bobbie nodded and I gave his
cock a playful slap. "Maybe you'd like to wear a pair of my underwear?" He
laughed and said, "You don't own any underwear." This is true, but I said,
"I'll buy some and you can wear them," and laughed.

It was eleven o'clock when we pulled up in front of Mark's house. His work
truck and another car were in the driveway. I knew he was married but I didn't
care. Bobby and I stepped on the front porch and I was happy that the front
door was open. Silently we stepped in. I wore a coat that covered me to
mid-calf and nothing else; Bobby had on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and was
barefoot.

I opened the bedroom door and stood at the foot of the bed. Mark's wife was
facing away from Mark who was on his stomach, breathing deeply. I slipped off
my coat and put it on a chair. Without saying a word, Bobby got undressed as
well. I went to the dresser and opened the top drawer. It contained Mark's
wife's underwear. I selected a satin bikini pair that appeared to be blue in
the dim light and put them on. The satin felt cool against my bare pubis.
'Maybe I should buy a pair of underwear,' I thought, 'or I could have Beth
make me a pair.'

I leaned down and whispered in Mark's ear, "Wake up, Mark, it's time to have
some fun." 'Well, fun for me,' I thought. "Huh," he said, rubbing the sleep
from his eyes before focusing on me. "Al-Alex, what are you doing here," he
said looking around. I pulled the covers back and he was wearing only his
boxer shorts. I half expected to see him still wearing the pair of satin
panties.

"We need to discuss something," I told him. "Or rather you need to tell me
something," I corrected. "Mark," his wife said lifting her head from the
pillow and seeing Bobby and I. "Who, who are these people?" Mark swallowed
hard and said, "This is Alex from the real estate company." "My husband,
Bobby," I said, nodding my head in his direction.

"You stole from the Carson's house today," I said, tossing the pictures on the
bed. "Bobby, turn on the lights," I said and he did. Mark's wife picked up one
of the photos before Mark could gather them. She stared at the picture of her
husband wearing a pair of panties and then looked at Mark. "Mark," she said,
"what are you doing in this picture?"

Mark looked from his wife to me but before he could say anything, I said,
"He's jerking off wearing a pair of panties that he stole from the house he
was working on." "Is this true, Mark?" she asked. He looked like he was going
to cry, but nodded.

"Where are they," I asked. He didn't answer but pulled open his nightstand
drawer next to the bed. There was the satin underwear, still damp. I picked
them up by the side, holding them by one finger and said, "Put them on, sissy
boy. Show your wife what you get off on." He whimpered but took them from me.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled the pair of panties up
his thin legs.

"There," I said, turning him to face his wife, "doesn't he look pretty?" and I
ran my fingers across the front panel of the underwear and then put my moist
fingers to his lips. I whispered in his ear, "Taste your cum, sissy," and
laughed.

"Is this why you've been ignoring me in bed this past month, Mark?" his wife
asked. "Well, is it, baby?" I asked holding him against my body. I could feel
his body trembling like a trapped animal, one caught in his own trap. 'So easy
to humiliate this sissy-boy,' I thought, 'but just wait.'

"Bobby, apparently Mark's wife has been without sex for, what did you say, a
month? Why don't you take care of that lack of attention," I said. The woman
looked at Robert and his penis which was semi-erect, her eyes widening as he
stroked himself.

"What's your wife's name?" I whispered in Mark's ear. "Jean-Jeannie," he
stammered, "But please, don't hurt her." "Oh, I'm not going to hurt her, but
Bobby has a fourteen inch cock; have you ever been with a man who has a large
cock?" Alex asked. Jeannie shook her head looking at Bobby's now erect penis
and whimpered.

"Come here," Robert said. Jeanie stepped towards him and taking the neckline
of the T-shirt she was wearing, ripped it down the front. Jeannie's breasts
were firm with erect nipples. She immediately covered her bare breasts with
her hands. Bobby turned her around and bent her over the bed. Not bothering to
remove her panties, he poised his member at her labia and thrust forward
through the thin material of her panties and entered her from behind. Jeannie
closed her eyes and bit her lip. Bobby increased his tempo as Jeannie began
panting and moaning.

"Yes, yes," she moaned, "don't stop." With each thrust, Bobby drove his cock
deeper. Mark moaned as he watched his wife get serviced by my husband.
"Impressive isn't he?" I asked close to Marks ear. I let my fingers play over
the panties Mark was wearing and I felt his small cock stiffen, not much
larger than my clitoris.

Jeannie was crying but begging Bobby not to stop, "That's it," he said as he
drove deeper, "take it all," and buried his cock deep inside her. He stopped
as he unloaded his cum. "Hmm," he moaned. Slowly he withdrew his manhood and
said to Jeannie, "Suck me. Clean my cock." Jeannie who had collapsed on the
bed rolled over and in a daze took Bobby's now flaccid cock in her mouth.

"Did you enjoy watching your wife get screwed by a real man, Mark?" I asked
finally releasing him. He shook his head and I laughed and then walked around
to the other side of the bed and nudged my husband out of the way. "My turn,
baby," I said to Jeannie as I thrust my pelvis towards her, "Suck my
'she-cock', watching my man screw you has made me horny."

I lowered the pair of panties I had been wearing and then tore them from my
massive thighs. "I won't need these anymore," I said tossing them to Mark,
"Suck me." Her eyes widened as she looked at my erect clit. She put her hands
on my butt cheeks and began to tease my labia and clit. "That's it," I said,
"harder, baby, suck me harder."

As his wife sucked me I noticed that Mark climaxed his cum staining the front
of the panties he was wearing. I chuckled to myself and thought, 'What a sissy
boy.' Minutes later, I felt my own orgasm rising. "That's it, baby," I told
Jeannie, "swallow all of my juices," and then erupted. Jeannie slurped at my
cum, sucking and lapping, swallowing as much as she could. "Hmm," I moaned as
I finished, "that felt wonderful."

Bobby got dressed and I looked down at Jeannie, her head down. I put a finger
under her chin and lifted her face to me. "You and Mark need to work some
things out," I told her, "it's obvious to me who the stronger more dominant
partner is, take control," and then I stepped to Mark. "I'm not going to
report you to the office," I told him, "but if I catch you stealing from
another client or even hear about something missing from a house that you come
to, I'll be back and kick the shit out of you. Do you understand?" "Y-Yes,
Alex," he mumbled. I gave him a smile and then picked up my coat and put it
on.

As Bobby and I headed for the door, Jeannie said, "Will I see you again?" I
wasn't sure whether she meant Bobby or me, but I turned and say, "Maybe, we'll
see."

"That went well," Bobby said in the car on the way home, "Do you think they'll
stay together?" "Hard to say," I replied, "Jeannie is definitely the dominant
one in that relationship, I just don't think she realized it until tonight. I
must say, watching you service her made me horny. When we get home, I want you
to take care of me the way you did her." He laughed and said, "It would be my
pleasure," and slipped a hand under my coat and fingered my pussy.

Several days later, Mark came in the office to pick up his check for the work
he had done. He wrapped on my office door. "Come in," I said. He shut the door
behind him. "I just wanted to say thank you," he said. "Thank you?" "Yes,
thank you for setting our marriage right," he explained, "Jeannie is the
dominant one in our marriage and now our sex is better than ever. I wear a
pair of panties and a strap on and she couldn't be happier, so thank you." I
smiled and said, "I'm glad Robert and I could help." "By the way," he said,
"Jeannie said that you and Robert are welcome back anytime." "Thanks, Mark,
I'm sure Robert would like a return engagement," and I laughed.

If you enjoyed reading 'Muscle Monster - Part 4' please let me know at
covert.1@hotmail.com

You can find my previous 'Muscle Monster' episodes and other stories on the
Muscle Fan bookshelf in Diana the Valkyrie's library.

Happy reading,

Muscle Fan