My Story - Chapter 2
By Muscle Fan



Please read 'My Story - Chapter 1' by Muscle Fan in Diana the Valkyrie's
library.

I had fled north after killing an overseer on the plantation that I worked on.
The year was 1862, and I had had a spell (or perhaps a curse) put on me by an
old woman. Fast forward to 2013 and in all appearance I was still a thirty
year old black female, however, my physical appearance had changed
dramatically. I go by Monica now, but this is a name that I took not long
after reaching New York City.

I was befriended by an elderly man who, shall I say, specialized in adult
entertainment. Mister Harmon was gray haired and in his early seventies.
Physically fit, he had built his empire from the ground up. "Monica," he said
to me, "You have exceptional talent, unique, some would say. The sale of your
DVD's out sell others I produce two to one. I want to offer you a percentage
of my business for your continued loyalty." What we agreed upon was that I
would get twenty percent of his business for my sole contract.

I loved what I did. I worked out, ate healthy and my kept body in great shape.
Though some would look down on an adult movie actress, I had a large following
of fans. The most popular DVD's I made were female domination movies. It was
on one of these shoots that I met a young actor, Paul. Paul was white, nearly
as tall as I, six foot, and quite well endowed. It was on a break that he
confessed to me that his large penis wasn't always a hit with the women. That
sometimes it scared them. I had laughed and said that I loved a large cock,
and that was how our relationship began. He also confessed to me that he was
attracted to women with muscles. I had read some of the letters from muscle
fans that Harmon had received but here was an actual muscle lover. We talked
at length.

I increased my workouts spending every free minute in the gym. The dividends
paid off. My strength increased as well as my muscle mass. "You look
fantastic," Mr. Harmon said, "and I've had a request for a private audience
and wondered if you'd be interested. It's entirely up to you." He gave me the
details and the money was hard to pass up. I agreed when he said that Paul
could accompany me as a bodyguard.

We went to the address Mr. Harmon had given me. The building had a sweeping
view of New York City. 'Someday I want a place like this,' I thought as we
stood in front of a wall of glass looking at the lights. "Thank you for
agreeing to see us," a male voice said from behind us. Paul and I turned to
find a portly man and middle age woman. They both wore robes.

"What exactly would you like me to do," I asked. Mr. Harmon hadn't been
specific. "Ah, my wife, Alice and I, ah, we appreciate women with muscle," the
man said, "and men," he quickly added, and then fell silent. "What Arnold is
trying to say is that we want to worship your muscles, dear," the woman
stated. 'Worship my muscles,' I thought, 'well, it's your money.' "Mr. Harmon
didn't say anything about touching," I told them. They looked at each other
and then the man said, "Perhaps we could make it worth your while." I looked
at Paul who nodded and then told the couple, "That's fine, please, sit down."

The pair sat on a couch facing Paul and I. Paul drew the T-shirt he was
wearing over his head. Paul is toned with nice shoulders and arms. I ran a
hand over his bicep and down his rib cage to the button on his jeans. I kissed
the nap of his neck as I unbuttoned his pants and allowed them to fall to the
floor. Paul wore a thong and the bulge of his penis was quite evident. I stole
a glance at Alice and Arnold who were mesmerized by Paul's member.

Stepping in front of Paul, but with my back to him, he unzipped my sleeveless
top and pulled it over my head. I shook my hair, which I keep in a short bob,
as the top came free. I never wear a bra, so my small muscular breasts and
striated chest were evident. Paul ran a hand over my chest, squeezing my
nipples.

He slowly brought his hands down my abs, his fingers disappearing into the
waistband of my leather mini skirt. He kissed the nap of my neck and then
proceeded to unzip my skirt. Like Paul, I wore a thong which barely covered my
pubis. The light blue material contrasted with my dark skin. "Hmm," I hummed
as Paul's fingers brushed the satin material of my thong. I could feel Paul's
erection growing against my butt. I stole a glance at Alice and Arnold, both
had their hands inside their robes fondling themselves. I knew it wouldn't be
long until they climaxed.

"Are you two ready to see what a real woman can do?" I asked stepping towards
the couple. Arnold licked his lips and Alice nodded. I went to the fireplace
and returned with the poker from the set. "Open your robes," I said. They
obeyed without hesitation. Arnold's pale naked body was turning to fat. His
small penis lay against his thigh. Alice, though in better shape than her
husband, was also pale, her breast lying flat against her torso.

I pulled my thong down and put my foot on the couch between them and then
placed the fireplace poker over my thigh. With little effort, I bent the poker
until it was formed around my quad. I removed it from my thigh and crossed my
arms. Gripping each end of the poker, I pulled until the ends crossed.

"Hmm," I hummed, "that made me horny," I told them, "Feel my wetness, Alice."
She took a quick glance at Arnold and then reached forward. I thrust my pussy
forward towards her waiting fingers. She gently touched my labia and withdrew
her hand. "Hmm," I repeated, "suck me." Her eyes went wide and I said, "Do it,
bitch, do it now, I want to feel that worthless tongue of yours lapping my
clit until I cum." She moved forward on the couch and brought her mouth in
contact with my pussy. "Squeeze my butt," I told her and she placed a hand on
each of my butt cheeks. "Suck me," I said sternly. She did and I felt my
climax building. She pulled away as I climaxed, my cum soaking her face, chest
and sofa. She used the robe to wipe my cum from her face and eyes.

"What about you, Arnold, do you want to suck my pussy?" I asked. He nodded
quickly and I chuckled as I stood in front of him. "Well, lap my juices,
bitch," I said. He did as told except as I climaxed, he drank as much as he
could. His penis was erect and I took it in my fingers and stroked it several
times until he came, his cum dribbling from the head.

I turned and faced Paul. His erect penis was well above the top of his thong.
With a nod of my head, he removed his thong, stepping out of it. I moved
beside him and ran a hand over his firm chest and abs and then closed my hand
around his shaft. I stroked him only feet in front of the middle age couple.

As I stroked, Paul moaned lightly and I knew he was close to orgasm, when it
came, a stream of cum hit Arnold on the chin and chest. I continued to stroke
Paul's shaft and the second stream hit Alice on her belly and crotch. I let go
of Paul's penis and with a finger, swiped a glob of his cum from Alice's belly
and held it to her lips. "Open," I said and she did as I put my finger in her
mouth. Next, I turned to Arnold and repeated the act.

"Stand up you two and feel my muscles," I said as I struck a double bicep
pose. Quickly they got to their feet and ran their hands over my biceps;
Arnold on my right and Alice on my left. "Now my legs," I said and placed one
leg in front of the other tightening my muscles. The couple dropped to their
knees and felt my muscles. I allowed them to worship my quads for several
minutes and then said, "Now my abs." I tightened my abs as they ran a hand
along my taught abs.

I relaxed and looked down at them. "We'll be going now," I said, "We'll take
the money." Arnold struggled to his feet and said softly, "Is a check all
right, ah, Monica?" "Mistress Monica," I corrected, "but you can leave the
'pay to' blank." Paul and I got dressed as Arnold went to a desk in the corner
of the room and wrote the check.

Alice got to her feet and tying the sash around her robe said, "I hope that we
can see you and Paul again, Mistress Monica." I smiled and said, "That would
be fine," and took a business card from my purse. 'No sense in cutting Mr.
Harmon in on the action since he doesn't participate,' I thought. "Please just
call the number on the card and I can set it up," I told her. She put the card
in the pocket of her robe.

Arnold returned with the check. I glanced at it and said, "Thank you, that's
most generous." We left and once in the car, Paul asked, "How much was the
check for?" "Five thousand," I said, "I think we found our niche," and smiled.

In the days and weeks following our appointment with Alice and Arnold, Paul
moved in with me. We made private appearances which were off the book to Mr.
Harmon. Soon we had amassed enough to look for a comfortable penthouse of our
own.

That was five years ago. I have continued to hone my muscles, building mass as
well as strength. Paul and I have found many more men, women and couples who
will pay well for the opportunity to see Mistress Monica and Paul perform. We
love what we do and always leave our clients satisfied.

If you have enjoyed this story, please let me know at covert.1@hotmail.com

Thank you,

Muscle Fan