Never Mess With a Muscle Dominatrix
By Muscle Fan



Ahh, ahh," I sighed as I rode her face, "Suck my clit, baby, get that tongue
in my pussy, you're making me wet." And she was. The girl was lying on the
bed, her head over the foot as I straddled her face. I had her hair in my
fists holding her against my pussy. Her husband stood feet away.

"Let go of that cock!" I said sternly to the man standing there, absently
stroking his erect cock. "I'll be done here in a minute," I told him, "and I
want you ready for me." He dropped his hand as my muscular thighs shuddered
and I had an orgasm.

The euphoria subsided and I stepped from the girls face. "Hmm", I hummed as I
brought both arms behind my head stretched. The girl rolled off the bed out of
breath and sat in a chair nearby. I kissed first one and then the other of my
twenty inch biceps, slowly I ran a hand down my rock hard abs to my shaved
pubis, my middle finger disappearing inside my vagina. When I removed it, it
glistened with my cum which I sucked, and chuckled. "So sweet," I said to the
pair.

"Get on the bed, stud," I told him. He looked towards his wife scowled. I
laughed and said, "I won't be too rough on him, sweety, he won't last long."
The man walked slowly to the bed and lied down. I crawled between his splayed
legs and looked down at his erect penis. 'Not the largest, but it will have to
do,' I thought, 'I need to have a cock in me.'

I inched forward and then straddled his hips. "Just lay back and enjoy
yourself, baby, let me do all the work," I told him. Slowly I lowered my
pelvis until the head of his penis was between my labia. My labia are not
large but what is large is my clitoris. Erect, as it is now, it measures four
inches and perhaps an inch and one half thick. There was a time that I was
embarrassed by it, but no longer. I've learned that men and especially women
love to worship my 'she-cock'.

Slowly I lowered myself until I sat on his hips, his shaft sliding into my
pussy easily. "Don't move," I told him looking down at him. I tightened my
vaginal muscles and looked up at his wife. "You should learn to do this,
baby," I told her, and chuckled, "Your man is going to love it."

I put my hands on my hips and tightened my pussy. "Hmm," the man moaned and
began to thrash beneath me. "Please," he said, softly, "that hurts." I
chuckled and said, "I've barely put any pressure on that little cock of yours,
don't be such a sissy," and I tightened my muscles a little more. He groaned
and said again, "Please, I'm going to explode." "Uh-huh," I said, "I know, I
want to feel you erupt in my pussy, I want to feel that hot cum fill my
pussy." I relaxed and as I did, the man sighed heavily shoot a massive load of
cum into me.

"See, baby," I said, turning once more to the man's wife, "That didn't take
long, did it?" She shook her head and I said, "Now you have to suck his load
from me." Turning back to the man I said, "Get off the bed and let your wife
finish me off."

Slowly he got off the bed and the wife stared at me. "Get on the bed, bitch,
and suck me dry!" I said it with force and she eased out of the chair and once
more got on the bed. I laughed and again grabbed fist full of her hair and
held her mouth against my pussy. "Lap me clean, bitch, swallow his cum," I
told her as I again constricted my vaginal muscles forcing the man's spunk
from me. The woman slurped and licked me clean.

The man had taken a seat in the chair, his flaccid penis between his legs. I
turned to him and said, "Now I'm going to fuck your wife, so enjoy the show."
I lowered myself to her hips and then with no foreplay, thrust my clit into
her pussy. She gasped and I chuckled. "Hard, isn't it?" She nodded as she bit
her bottom lip. I began to rhythmically pummel her, her breath going from a
pant to a gasp. With a final stroke, I drove myself as deep as I could and
exploded, soaking the bedding with my cum. I thrust several more times before
stepping from the bed.

"Oh, dear," I said, "Looks like I made a mess," and laughed. The woman was
spent as was the man. I picked up my jean shorts and stepped into them and
then pulled my T-shirt over my head. Next I stepped into my ankle boots and
headed for the door.

I had left my truck across the street in the bars parking lot where I had met
the couple. 'I don't even know their names,' I thought as I crossed the
street. I was midway across the parking lot when a man came out the back door
of the bar.

"Well, lookie who we have here," he said when he saw me and put a hand on my
shoulder. I shrugged it off. "Aw, what's the matter, don't you like old Rick?"
he asked. "No Rick," I replied, "I just want to go," and pushed past him, but
he grabbed my wrist. "Not until I get at least a blow job," he said tightening
his grip on my wrist.

I turned and faced him and said, "Well, Rick, if that's all you want, let's
see what you've got." He smiled broadly and let go of my wrist, unbuckled his
jeans and let them fall to the pavement. I looked down and saw the large bulge
in his shorts. "My, that's quite a cock you've got there," I told him.

He chuckled and said, "I've never had any complaints." I smiled and grabbed
his cock and scrotum and squeezed. He grimaced and said, "Careful, baby, you
may ot know your own strength." I smiled and looked him in his eyes and said,
"Oh, but I do know my own strength and believe me when I say I could crush
'Little Ricky' and your balls with no effort whatsoever," and with that I
squeezed a little more.

Clearly uncomfortable, he said, "Ah-ah, let go, baby, that hurts." "Uh-huh,
I'm sure it does," and tightened my grip. With my free hand, I brought it up
and tightened my bicep. "Kiss it," I told him. He blinked several times but
said noting and put his lips on my muscle. I chuckled and said, "That's
better," and released my grip on his penis.

He doubled over clutching his groin with both hands, whimpering. "Oh, don't be
such a pussy, Ricky, you'll be good as new in no time." I put a hand on his
shoulder and shoved him out of the way. As I walked past him he grabbed me,
his arms encircling my arms pinning them to my side. Even though he
interlocked his fingers, I had no trouble expanding my chest and breaking
free.

"So that's how you want to play it, baby?" I said before driving the heel of
my hand into his nose. Blood gushed from his nose and he sank to his knees,
and then rolled onto his back. "You, itch," he mumbled, "You boke my ose." I
looked down at him and gave him a kick in the ribs with the toe of my stiletto
ankle boot. He let out a small groan.

Turning once more to leave, I looked down at his outstretched arm and put the
heel of my stiletto in the middle of his palm and pressed down with all my
weight. He screamed but it was more of a gurgle with all of the blood from his
nose filling his mouth. I looked and saw a nice hole in his palm and laughed.
Rick had passed out. I walked to my truck and drove out of the lot.

I pressed the button on the gate and it slid quietly open to allow me to drive
through. It closed behind me as I reached the garage and pressed the remote to
open the door. Before I could get out of the truck, Tamara entered through the
door to the house.

Tamara is my submissive, a petite African American who is extremely devoted to
me. She cooks, cleans and pleases me sexually when I demand. She also is an
expert masseuse.

"I was beginning to worry, mistress," she said coming to my side of the truck.
I stepped out and she looked at my top and shorts. "You have blood on your
clothes," she said, "but I can get that out." I stepped out of my ankle boots
and then took my shorts and top off handing them to Tamara. "Is that ... " she
said not finishing but looking at the heel of my boot. "Yes," I said, "a bit
of flesh is all, just clean it off." "Yes, mistress," she said.

"I'm going to shower and then I want you to give me a massage." "Yes,
mistress," she said taking my clothing into the house. I followed admiring her
firm butt and toned legs. I encouraged her to work out in my home gym and it
was obvious it was paying off.

"You're looking good, Tam," I said. "Thank you mistress, I've been doing the
exercises you showed me." "Well, they're paying off, your quads are showing
definition as are your calves. Keep up the good work." "Yes, mistress."

I went into my bedroom and then the bath and ran the shower. While waiting for
the water to warm, I looked at myself in the wardrobe mirror. I turned first
one way and then the other critiquing my muscle tone and definition. I ran a
hand over the muscled abdominals and fingered my large clit. It responded to
my touch and I laughed and said, "Not now my pet, you've already been sucked
and fucked tonight."

I stepped into the shower and with a scented body washed cleansed myself,
savoring my touch. I turned the shower head to pulse and held it against my
genitals. "Hmm," I hummed. I toweled off and padded to where Tamara waited for
me.

An alcove off of my bedroom was set up with a massage table. "I treated the
blood on your clothes and cleaned your boot, mistress." "Good," I said taking
my place on the table. For the next sixty minutes Tamara massaged my muscles,
her strong fingers digging deep into my skin. "Hmm," I hummed, "you have the
best hands, Tam." "Thank you, mistress, would you like me to sleep with you
tonight?" "No, baby, that's alright, I've got to get up early and workout
tomorrow, but thank you," I said getting up and heading for the my king size
bed. I was so relaxed, I was asleep before Tamara had cleaned up the massage
room.

The next morning I did work out, pushing nearly 1,200 pounds on the leg press
machine and doing calf raises with 300 pounds. Leg extensions, leg curls, and
squats. I relaxed my quads and then snapped them taught admiring my muscles
and the large veins crisscrossing the muscles.

I walked into the kitchen where Tamara had my breakfast waiting, the newspaper
lying next to my plate. I scanned the paper and saw on page four that there
was an assault at the bar. Rick Sheppard had been attacked and shot. "Shot," I
said, and laughed, "I guess that was easier to explain than saying a woman
punched a hole in his palm with her stiletto." Tamara looked at me and smiled
and then laughed.

"Will he be alright," Tamara asked. "It says he'll make a full recovery
although I'm sure his ego has been damaged and hopefully he's learned a
valuable lesson; never mess with a muscle dominatrix."

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Thank you,

Muscle Fan