The Bachelor Party
By Muscle Fan



A bachelor party takes an unseen twist for Alex, the female dominatrix.

I entered the lobby through the side door. It was six o'clock in the evening
and the lobby was sparsely populated, but I could see from behind my dark
glasses that my arrival did not go unnoticed.

I walked to the check-in desk pulling my wheeled carry-on. "May I help you?" a
petite brunette in a hotel blazer asked as she looked up at me from her
computer monitor. "Checking in," I said, "Room twelve twenty-two." She nodded,
smiled and looked down. The room was on the top floor of this five star hotel.

"And your name?" she asked, this time not looking up. "Alex," I replied. This
drew her attention once again. "Alex?" she asked. "Yes, Alex. Is there a
problem?" I asked. "Ah, er, no," she stammered and printed an electronic room
key. "One key or two?" she asked. "One will be fine, Brenda," I said reading
her name tag. She smiled and slid the key across the counter.

"I have the suite pre-paid for one night. Do you require the bell captain for
your luggage?" she asked. I smiled and put my hand on top of hers. "No thank
you, Brenda," I said, "but I'll call you if I need anything," and slid the key
card from beneath her small hand. Her cheeks flushed and I turned and headed
for the bank of elevators. I heard her say, "Thank you," as I slowly walked
giving her the opportunity to take in my hard firm ass and muscular hamstrings
and calves.

Room 1222 was to the left of the elevator at the end of the corridor. I opened
the door to a spacious sitting area. I wheeled my bag into the bedroom and
placed it on a credenza, unzipping it. Removing the contents, I placed them
next to the bag. Lotion, vibrator, three dildos of various sizes, small crop,
butt plug, ball gag, silk restraints, lubricant, a strap on dildo and of
course a dozen condoms in various sizes. My clothes or costumes were in a
zipper pocket, but they could wait.

I took off my dark glasses and studied myself in the mirrored wardrobe. I wore
a black leather micro-mini skirt, a matching black leather jacket with a
turquoise satin blouse and four inch stilettos. I had three hours before my
client arrived. 'Maybe I should call and have Brenda come up and service my
pussy,' I thought as I ran my hand over my skirt. I chuckled as I reached
behind me unzipping my skirt. I stepped out of it never taking my eyes off of
my reflection in the mirror and placed the skirt on a chair. I shrugged the
jacket from my broad shoulders and placed it atop the skirt.

The satin of my blouse made two small tents over my nipples. I ran a fingertip
across them feeling them harden with my touch. I moved my hand down my torso
and hard abdominals to my pubis. Touching my clit, I thought, 'I should have
waxed this afternoon.' Picking up the bedside phone, I called the front desk.

"Brenda," I said once the girl had picked up, "This is Alex; I need a can of
shave gel and a razor immediately. Bring it up to my room." She started to say
something, but I had already hung up. I turned and examined my butt and the
back of my legs in the mirror. 'Not just firm,' I thought squeezing one of my
butt cheeks, 'but hard.' I smiled to myself.

There was a soft rap on the door and I walked back into the sitting room and
opened the door. Brenda stood there with a small can of shave gel and a bag of
disposable razors. She gasped and dropped the shave gel as she looked down at
my huge legs. I smiled and said, "Come in, Brenda." She picked up the can and
followed me into the room. I turned and told her, "Don't be afraid, I won't
hurt you." She nodded and I walked into the bedroom and then the bathroom. I
rested my butt against the marble vanity and said, "I want you to shave my
pussy." She swallowed hard and said, "I, ah I'm not sure, ah, I can ... " I
cut her off with a wave of my hand and said, "You can and will shave my pussy
and if you cut me," and I took her jaw in my hand, "I'll be very upset, do you
understand?" She nodded and I released her.

Brenda ran the water until it was hot and then with a washcloth wet my pubis.
Next she applied the shave gel and set about shaving my inner thighs as I
spread my legs. "Have you ever seen a clit as big as mine? I asked. "N-no,"
she said. "Be sure to move it out of the way. She nodded. She worked quickly
and efficiently, not nicking me. She rinsed me and then with a soft towel,
dried me.

"Good," I said rubbing a hand over my newly shaved mons. I stood and standing
in front of the toilet, raised the tip of my clit hood and peed. Brenda's eyes
went wide as she watched my stream arc into the commode. Finished I turned to
her and said, "Suck me, Brenda, I want your tongue inside me." "But, I err, I
need ... " Again I cut her off and said, "No Brenda, what you need is to get
on your knees and suck my clit. Do it now. I need to come."

She sank to her knees and I thrust my pussy towards her. After several kisses
to my pubis, she tentatively touched my clit with the tip of her tongue. "Suck
me, baby, make my clit hard," I told her. She did as I asked and soon my clit
was erect. My meaty clit, when erect is a little over three inches in length
and as thick as a man's thumb. Brenda sucked and pulled my clit between her
lips all the while making soft mewing sounds. I came quickly, clutching a
handful of her hair, holding her lips against my mons.

Brenda lapped eagerly as cum ran from my pussy. "Hmm," I hummed as I climaxed,
"That's it baby, clean your mistress." As my orgasm subsided, Brenda looked up
at me with her doe like eyes and with a final cleaning from her tongue, stood.
I held her hand and tilted her face up, kissing her full on the lips and then
penetrating those lips with my tongue. I could taste my cum and when I broke
the kiss smiled and told her, "You were excellent, baby, thank you."

"Alex," she said softly, "could I ask a favor of you?" After such a fantastic
orgasm, how could I refuse, "Yes, what is it?" "Would you shave my pussy," she
asked, blushing. I laughed and said, "Of course."

Brenda quickly undressed leaving her hotel uniform in a heap on the floor. Her
pale skin was like porcelain. "You've never shaved," I said after seeing her
pubic hair. She shook her head, as I set about lathering her pussy and slowly
but carefully shaving Brenda's pubis.

"What will your boyfriend think of this?" I asked as I drew the razor across
her inner thigh. She chuckled and said, "He'll love it," she said watching me
work. Brenda's clit was hidden in her labia. I ran my finger between the two
lips and she gasped. As I penetrated her with my finger I felt her wetness and
withdrew my finger, bringing it to my lips. Brenda's cum was salty but not
unpleasant. I ran my finger deeper until she shuddered.

"Get dressed, baby," I said, "thank you for shaving my pussy." "Thank you,"
she said running her hand over her hairless mons. I walked into the bedroom
allowing her to dress in the bathroom. I unbuttoned my blouse and studied my
reflection in the mirror.

"You're the most muscular woman I've ever seen," Brenda said from the doorway
buttoning her hotel blazer. I smiled at her and struck a double bicep pose.
"My biceps are twenty inches and hard, feel them." She wrapped both hand
around my arm and her fingers barely touched. "They are hard," she said. I
knew she wanted to stay but I only had ninety minutes to prepare for my
client. "Time to go, baby," I said relaxing my arms, "I need to shower."

Reluctantly Brenda left and I set about getting ready for tonight. I would be
paid well for my services. The client, a young man who was getting married
this coming weekend had always fantasized about being with a muscle woman or
as I like to call myself, a muscle dominatrix. His friends had all chipped in
and treated Brian, my client, to this session.

Naked, I stretched, running my hands over my body, feeling my muscles beneath
the skin, examining my thick veiny legs and arms. I twisted my arms marveling
at the cordlike veins. Satisfied, I ran the water in the tub until it was hot
and then stepped in and showered letting the hot water cascade from my broad
shoulders and huge thighs. The shower had a handheld head that I removed and
set to 'pulse' savoring the beating spray on my labia and clit. With two
fingers I held my labia apart and let the water beat against my vagina. "Hmm,"
I moaned as I neared yet one more orgasm.

I dried and applied a small amount of oil, rubbing it into my dark skin. I
unpacked my clothing; several bikini's, a G-string, crotch less panties,
leather leggings and a silk kimono. I chose the leopard print velvet bikini. I
loved the soft velvet against my skin. I covered this with my kimono rather
than the hotel's terry cloth robe and stepped into my stilettos once more.
Tying the sash of the kimono, I looked at my reflection in the mirror once
more when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said to the two men in the hallway. One was taller, jet black
hair. "I'm Jack," he said looking at me. Jack was about six-feet tall with a
trim body. "This is Brian, the groom to be," he said indicating his friend.
"Did you bring the money?" I asked. "Right to business, heh?" he said
withdrawing a thick envelope from his rear pocket. I looked inside running my
thumb across the bills. 'All hundreds,' I thought and tossed the envelope on
the table.

"How about a little look at the merchandise," Jack said reaching for the sash
of my kimono. I quickly grabbed his wrist and turned him around bringing his
arm high on his back. "Owe," he said and I walked him to the door. "Your money
didn't cover free looks," I whispered in his ear, "I'll take care of your
friend, you can pick him up at eight tomorrow morning." With that I opened the
door and pushed Jack into the hallway.

I turned and looked at Brian who stood rooted in place. Brian was about
five-foot eight-inches tall with an athletic body and sandy blonde hair.
Freckles ran across the bridge of his nose which made him appear young.

"So you've fantasized about muscle women, baby?" I asked. "Y-yes," he said. I
nodded. "Do you look at women in muscle magazines and jerk off?" He hesitated
and I stood with my hands on my hips. Finally, he said softly, "Yes." I smiled
and said, "That's OK, baby, a lot of men do. Let's go into the bedroom, I want
you to get undressed, will you do that for Mistress Alex?" He nodded and I led
him into the bedroom. "Get undressed," I said, "and put your clothes on the
chair." He quickly undressed.

"Lay on the bed," I told him. He lay face up and I took the silk ties I had
brought and tied his wrists and ankles to the headboard and footboard. I stood
at the side of the bed. Brian's cock was flaccid and only three-inches. I
knew, with an erection he'd not be much over five inches. I prefer my men with
large cocks, twelve inches or more, but Brian was not so well endowed.
'Shame,' I thought, 'but it's his night and I'll make him feel like a stud.'

I stepped out of my stilettos and placed a foot on the side of the bed,
flexing my calf muscles. "Do you like those, baby? They're twenty inches." I
ran a hand over the twin muscles and I noticed his cock twitch.

I stepped up onto the bed and straddled his thighs. "Do you like what you see,
baby? Do you want to see more?" He nodded quickly. I smiled at him and looking
down at his cock, took it between my big toe and the next one. "Hmm," I
hummed, "You know I've stroked men to climax with just my toes, Brian, but
this is your special night." I released my hold on his penis and untied the
sash allowing my kimono to slip from my shoulders. His cock was nearly erect
and I chuckled. "I can see you appreciate my muscles, I like that," I said.

The phone on the nightstand rang. I looked at it as it rang a second and then
a third time. I stepped from the bed and picked it up. "Yes," I said. It was
Brenda at the front desk. "Uh-huh, yes," I said, "I was just getting started,"
"Oh, really," "That would be unusual, but yes," "Fine," and I hung up. What
Jack, the man who had accompanied Brian to my room and who I tossed into the
hall, had neglected to tell me was that Brenda and Brian were engaged and
about to be married this weekend. She was on her way up.

I flexed my biceps and turned allowing Brian to see my broad back and all of
its muscles. "What's your favorite muscle group, baby," I asked over my
shoulder, "is it the butt?" I tightened my glutes and ran my hands over the
striations. "Mine are hard as rock. Maybe I'll let you feel them if you're a
good boy."

"What about me, can I feel them?" Brenda said from the doorway. I hadn't heard
her come in. She had already removed the hotel's blazer and now stood in her
blouse and skirt. "Brenda," Brian said craning his neck to see his fiancée,
"What are you doing here?" She walked to the side of the bed unbuttoning her
blouse and casually tossed it onto the floor. "The better question is, what
are you doing here?" she asked. "Jack set up my bachelor party," Brian said,
"This was his idea." "Uh-huh," Brenda said, now unzipping her skirt.

"Clearly you're enjoying yourself," she said eyeing his semi-erect penis. I
moved behind Brenda and unfastened her bra, tossed it aside and cupped her
breasts from behind. She placed her head in the crook of my neck as I kissed
her on the cheek. "Wh-what's going on," Brian said watching us. "We're just
taking up where we left off," Brenda said, "Does it turn you on to watch me
with another woman, your fantasy woman?" "Yes," he said softly as I slid my
finger into her pussy. "Hmm," she moaned as I stroked her to her first orgasm.

She turned in my arms and placed the flat of her hand on my chest. "You better
take care of that cock of yours before he explodes on his own," I told her.
She nodded and climbed on the bed straddling Brian's hips and slowly lowered
herself on to his erection. Both Brian and Brenda moaned as they neared their
orgasms. They climaxed together. Watching the pair made me horny as I climbed
on the bed, this time astride Brian's face.

"Eat me, baby," I told Brian, lowering my clit to his mouth, "Suck my monster
clit." With no further prompting, Brian pulled my meaty clit between his lips,
tonguing the tip. I leaned forward and sucked Brenda's breast. Soon she was
moving her hips bringing Brian and her to their second orgasm, followed
shortly after by me squirting in Brian's mouth, soaking his neck and the
bedding beneath him.

Brian continued to lap my pussy, swallowing all of my cum as I explored
Brenda's sensual mouth with my tongue. I broke the kiss and stepped from the
bed. I untied Brian's wrists and Brenda freed his ankles. I looked at the
couple and said, "I hope you had a good bachelor and bachelorette party.
Brian, is there anything else you would like before I leave?" He considered
that a moment and then said, "I want to feel your muscles, feel your
strength."

Considering his request, I said, "Brenda, is there a phone book in this
suite?" "Yes, mistress," she replied and got it from the bottom drawer of the
nightstand. It was perhaps two-inches thick. I held it long ways and ripped it
in half as if it were a single sheet of paper. "Wow," Brenda said, "you are
strong." I chuckled and placed the two halves together and with a little more
effort, tore the two halves apart.

"Feel my muscles, Brian, run your hands over these," and I struck a double
bicep pose. Brian quickly ran a hand over my right bicep while Brenda did the
same on my left. "Feel my quads, feel my thick veins," I told them. Getting to
their knees they then ran their hands over my quads, each running a finger
along one of my thick rope-like veins.

I turned and packed my 'toys' in my bag, the envelope with my fee and the
clothing I wasn't going to wear. "Since the room is paid for," I said, turning
to face the still naked couple, "You might as well spend the night."

I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on my leggings. They fit like a second
skin, the waist band stopping well shy of my navel, leaving my midriff and
muscular abdominals exposed. I slipped on my jacket and stepped into my
stilettos.

I extracted one of my business cards from my jacket pocket and laid it on the
dresser. "Call me once the honeymoon is over and I'll come by and give you a
wedding present. Be sure you both shave your genitals," and I laughed as I
wheeled my suitcase out.

If you enjoyed 'The Bachelor Party' please let me know at covert.1@hotmail.com

Thank you,

Muscle Fan