What I Do
By Muscle Fan



I didn't say anything when he came to the door in answer to my knock. I
brushed past him and strode into the hotel suite. I tossed my tote bag on a
chair and looked around. I had never been to this hotel before, although after
having been in a dozen or more they tend to all look the same.

I looked at the man, Mark Johnson from somewhere in the Midwest; married with
two small children. In town for either a sales call or a convention, I didn't
care which. Mark was like so many men, a worshiper of female muscle. That's
why he called and why he was willing to pay for my services.

"Lock the door and put the security latch in place," I instructed him. I
didn't want to be disturbed or distracted. He did as he was told. 'Good boy,'
I thought. "Let's get one thing out of the way; you're not a cop are you?" I
asked. He shook his head. I smiled and said, "Good, then we can proceed, get
undressed." He didn't move but stood by the door.

I knew he wasn't a cop because I ran a cursory background check when he paid
by credit card for my services. Clients pay 'up front', but it's not uncommon
for them to want 'extra' once they meet me. This involves cash, of course.

"Don't be shy, get undressed," I repeated. He began to unbutton his shirt,
slowly. I quickly went to him and taking one side of his shirt in each hand
pulled it apart sending the buttons flying. I stepped behind the man and
taking the collar of the shirt in my hands, ripped it down his back and pulled
it from his arms and shoulders. I tossed the ruined shirt aside.

His body was pale and not necessarily flabby, but certainly not in good shape
either. 'Wimp,' I thought looking at his 'love-handles' around his waist. He
had yet to utter a word. "Take your pants off," I said, stepping back in front
of him. He reached for his belt and unbuckled it and then unsnapped his pants.
I stepped back watching. He kicked off his loafers and stepped out of his
trousers. 'Thin legs and a bit of a paunch,' I thought, 'I could destroy him
in about two minutes,' and smiled to myself. But I wasn't here to destroy this
man, I was here to fulfill his desires, after all, he was the client and
paying the tab.

"Underwear?" he asked softly, finally saying something. I nodded. He slid his
boxer shorts down his legs and I was surprised by what I saw. Even though he
was flaccid, his penis was sizeable. Eight inches and perhaps two inches in
diameter, 'Nice', I thought, 'I can work with that.' Mark was not my typical
client. His penis was bigger than most.

I removed my gray trench coat which had covered me from neck to mid-calf. The
man let out a quiet gasp as he took in my body. I wore a pale gray suede
mini-skirt that rode low on my hips revealing my navel and my ripped abs. My
black tank top ended just below my breasts. "Do you like what you see, baby?"
I asked, knowing full well, he did.

I unsnapped my skirt and tossed it atop my coat and reached into my tote bag
and retrieved a bottle of scented oil. "Here," I said, tossing the bottle to
the man "put this on." He stared at the bottle in his hand as if not knowing
what to do. "Me, silly, not you," I told him pulling the tank top over my
head, "Put the oil on me." He nodded.

We were each naked now, except for my gray suede ankle boots with the
four-inch heels. He looked up at me and poured a little of the oil into one
palm. "Start with my back," I told him turning around.

"Hmm," I hummed as he applied the oil to my back. I held my arms up giving him
a view of my nineteen inch biceps and put them behind my neck. "You have soft
hands, baby," I said. 'He did', I thought, 'probably the company bookkeeper.'
"Don't forget my butt, honey," I told him.

He worked his way down my back, applying oil, on to my butt and then my
hamstrings and finally my calves. I bent my knee and put one foot back tensing
my nineteen inch calf muscle. "Do you feel how strong I am?" I asked.
"Uh-huh," he said softly. I changed legs and waited for him to oil my other
calf.

Once he was done I turned around. He started to stand up but I put a hand on
his head keeping him kneeling at my feet. 'Just as he should be,' I thought.
He looked up and I said, "You will call me Mistress Alex or mistress and you
will speak only when spoken to, do you understand?" He swallowed hard and said
softly, "Yes."

I took a handful of his hair and pulled. "Yes, who?" I asked, emphasizing the
'who'. "Yes, mistress," he said. I let go of his hair and he looked at the
floor. I chuckled and said, "Much better. Do you like my 'she-cock'?" He
looked up again but remained quiet. "My clit, Mark, do you like my clit?" I
repeated. 'He's not very smart,' I thought as he stared at my clit inches from
his face.

"Yes, mistress," he said, inadvertently running his tongue across his lips. I
chuckled and said, "I thought so. It's big, like me," I told him, "When I get
excited, I get an erection." I wasn't excited or erect because this man was
too stupid to warrant me wanting him.

"Would you like to suck me?" I asked. 'Maybe he could get me hard,' I thought.
He nodded and then said, "Yes, mistress." I laughed and said, "I know, but
right now, I want you to put some oil on my front. You may start with my
ankles."

He applied oil to my ankles, shins and quads, working his way up my legs. When
he got to my pelvis, he avoided my clit. "Don't be shy, Mark," I told him,
"you can touch my clit, it won't bite," and I laughed. He took me in his palm
and oiled my clit. It felt good and I closed my eyes savoring the feel of him
massaging the oil into my 'she-cock'. I felt the stirrings of an erection.
"That's it," I told him, "stroke me."

He did and I said, "OK, baby, you can please your muscle goddess; suck me." He
did and brought me to a full erection. My clit is nearly four-inches long when
I'm fully erect as I was now. I closed my eyes and envisioned having sex with
Gwen, my slave. Soon, I was thrusting my hips. I erupted with my juices
drenching his chin and carpet. He didn't gag, but slurped. "Hmm," I said,
"that was wonderful, thank you, baby," satiated for the time being, "lap up my
cum." He did gratefully.

"Finish what you were doing," I said, "put some oil on my abs." He ran his
soft hands over my abs and then up to my chest. My breasts are small, but
extremely firm and muscular. He got to his feet in order to reach my chest.
'No fake boobs for me,' I thought as he ran a palm over each breast.

I glanced down at his erection. "Well, I see 'Little Mark' has risen from the
dead," I said, giving his penis a playful slap. He grimaced. I frowned and
said, "Ah, did Mistress Alex hurt you? Let me kiss it and make it all better."
I knelt on the floor and taking his cock in one hand, kissed the head of his
penis. 'Even though he has the size to please me, he didn't pay for that
service,' I thought, 'I'll finish him off now.' I had another client tonight,
a regular. Her name was Gloria.

I took Mark's cock in the crook of my elbow and flexed my bicep. "Have you
ever been 'muscle fucked'?" I asked. "N-no, mistress," he said as I loosened
my hold on his shaft. "Well, men say there's nothing like it," I told him as I
flexed again, "but what do you think?" "Hmm," he hummed as I began to increase
the tempo of my flexing. "I think you like it," I said as I squeezed his cock
between my forearm and bicep.

"Feel how strong I am, baby," I told him, "I could crush your cock, but what
would be the fun of that." My flexing increased and within a minute he came. A
small stream of cum flew from the head of his penis, and then droplets fell on
my bicep. I milked him until he had no more.

Standing, I flexed my bicep once more. "Lick it off," I told him, "lick you
cum from my arm." He complied, his penis shrinking.

"You did well, baby," I told him as I stepped into my skirt and pulled my tank
top over my head. I dropped the bottle of oil back into my tote and shrugged
into my coat. "Th-thank you, mistress, can I call you again when I'm in town?"
I laughed and said, "But of course," and handed him a business card, "make an
appointment."

I left him standing there naked looking at my business card. I always felt it
was good business sense to keep your clients happy. I was off for my
appointment with Gloria.

Gloria is a repeat customer. She's in her forties and the single mother of two
children, both in college. Her and her husband divorced several years ago
leaving her with a lot of money. She lives in a gorgeous house that overlooks
the Pacific Ocean.

"Hello, bitch!" I said when Gloria answered the doorbell, and I pushed past
her walking into the foyer. Twin staircases climbed to the second floor.
"Mistress," she said, "may I take your coat?" I shrugged out of it and handed
it to her. Gloria wore a traditional maid outfit; short black skirt, apron and
fishnet stockings. 'No longer the lady of the manor,' I thought and laughed to
myself.

"You don't have that bitch, Denise, here, do you?" I asked. "Dorothy,
mistress," Gloria corrected, "No, I gave her the night off." I smirked.
"Dorothy, Denise, who cares," I snarled, "she's just some worthless bitch that
you hired." "Y-yes, mistress," Gloria said. 'So condescending,' I thought,
'what a wimp; but a rich wimp.' Gloria paid well, very well, for my services.

I walked into the great room, dropping my tote bag on the sofa. I went to the
windows that gave a panoramic view of the Pacific. Even though it was night,
you could see the moon light glistening on the water and the breaking waves.
'Spectacular,' I thought taking in the view.

"Would you like something to eat or drink, mistress?" Gloria asked. "Martini,
two olives," I said not bothering to turn around. "Yes, mistress," she said
and actually curtsied, before leaving to prepare my drink.

I lifted my tank top over my head and dropped it on the floor. I unbuttoned my
skirt letting it fall to the floor as well. When Gloria returned with my
martini on a shiny silver tray, I turned and she almost dropped the drink.
"Careful you clumsy cow," I said, "set that drink down and pick up my clothes.
I hate having to tell you to do everything." "Yes, mistress," she said softly,
not making eye contact with me.

I picked up the martini and drank it in one gulp. "Well, if nothing else," I
told her, "you know how to make a martini." I plucked the two olives from the
toothpick with my teeth. Gloria had retrieved my skirt and top from the floor.
"Thank you, mistress," she said, "Would you like another?" I turned and walked
to where she stood. I looked down at her and said, "What I would like is to
screw your brains out. Would you like that?" She swallowed hard and tried to
back up but she was standing against the couch. "Yes, mistress," she said with
a quiver in her voice.

"Get out of that dress," I said, not giving her much room. She kicked off her
heels and reached behind her to unzip her maid's uniform. She shrugged out of
that and reached behind her once again to unfasten her push-up bra. Gloria had
decent size breasts, thanks to her implants and was in good shape. She pulled
her stockings down her shapely legs and then removed her panties.

I took one of her cosmetically enhanced breasts in my palm and squeezed
lightly. She grimaced. "I could burst this like a balloon," I said, "do you
think that would hurt?" and I chuckled. Gloria bit her bottom lip and said,
"Y-yes, mistress, please, that hurts." I let go of her breast and laughed,
"Yes, I bet it does."

I bent and kissed her neck. She tilted her head to one side. I ran my fingers
over her bare mons. I insist that she keep herself free of pubic hair just as
I do. I slipped a finger into her vagina and her breath caught. "You're wet,"
I said softly. "Y-yes, mistress," she replied. I sucked my finger savoring her
wetness. I felt myself becoming aroused.

I retrieved a small vibrating dildo from my tote and twisted the dial on the
end. A soft purr came from the machine. I squatted and kissed her mons as I
inserted the dildo anally. Again her breath caught as I inserted it. "Do you
like that, Gloria," I asked. "Y-yes, mistress," she said her voice in rhythm
with the vibration from the machine.

I sat my tote on the coffee table and told Gloria, "Lay down." She did and I
knelt between her legs studying her. Slowly I lowered myself onto her, my
erect clit finding her labia. Gently I penetrated her feeling the buzz of the
vibrator against my clit. 'What a great sensation,' I thought as I began to
pump her pussy.

Gloria held my muscular arms as I thrust, as deep as I could. The intensity of
the vibrator heightened our sexual drive. Within minutes, we climaxed, both of
us wetting the couch cushions.

"Oh, mistress," Gloria moaned, "Thank you." I reached beneath her and
retrieved the vibrator, turning it off. I smiled and said, "Let's go to your
bedroom. You can get off on my muscles." Gloria loved running her hands over
my muscles, tracing my veins and sucking my tits, and for the next three hours
she did just that.

'Might as well give the woman what she paid for,' I thought, 'besides, it's
what I do and what I love.'

An out of town client from the east coast contacted me and wanted me to join
him for dinner. He had heard about me from a friend of his and was anxious to
meet me. I drove to his hotel and knocked on the door. Gino was short, perhaps
five-foot four-inches tall with gray wavy hair. He wore a suit with a shirt
that was open at the neck showing gray chest hair.

"I'm Alex," I said, introducing myself, extending my hand. "Gino," he said,
looking up at me, taking my hand. My hand swallowed his, but his handshake was
firm. I smiled down at him and said, "So, you're from New York?" "Yes," he
said, "Manhattan, the Big Apple." I nodded.

"If you don't mind me asking, how tall are you?" he asked. I smiled and said,
"I'm six-foot four-inches, but I have four-inch heels on, does that bother
you?" I asked. "No, no, not at all," Gino said, "Manny said you were tall, but
he didn't say how tall." Manny was Gino's friend and an occasional client that
had told him about me.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked. "No, I'm fine," I said, "Have you known
Manny long?" "Ten or twelve years," he said, "back when he lived in New York."
I didn't know Manny was from New York. "Would you like to sit a minute?" he
asked, "Our reservations aren't for another hour yet." I nodded and sat on the
couch.

"So what brings you to Orange County?" I asked. "Los Angeles, actually," he
said, "Just visiting some business interests." I nodded not really caring, but
asked, "What business?" He hesitated before saying, "I'm in a lot of
businesses, but mostly import and export." He wasn't telling me much, and I
didn't want to press him.

"Do you like Los Angeles?" I asked. "No, not really, too many people and too
much traffic," he replied. "But Manhattan has more people in a smaller area
and the traffic is heavy there," I said. He smiled and said, "Yes, but it's
easy for me to get around there. My driver knows all the short cuts." I nodded
again. Most New Yorkers don't own cars; whereas Angelino's each have one and
sometimes two automobiles.

"Perhaps we should go," he said, pressing a button on his cell phone, "Dino
will be out front in a minute." "Dino?" I asked. "My driver," he said, "he'll
take us to the restaurant."

So, maybe I'm not the brightest bulb in the lamp, but Gino looked like he was
right out of central casting for the 'Godfather'. We took the elevator down
and Dino held the door for Gino and me. I noted that Dino was only a few
inches shorter than me which would put him at about six-foot four or five with
shoulders as broad as mine. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and
smiled.

The restaurant was one of the best in Orange County and the rib eye was
grilled perfectly. We shared a two-hundred dollar bottle of wine and made
small talk. On the way back to Gino's hotel, he said, "I know this wraps up a
wonderful evening, but could I impose upon you to stay a while longer?" I had
no other commitments that evening so I said, "Well, that depends, what did you
have in mind?"

His face reddened slightly and said, "I'm happy to pay for your extra time,
but I'd like for you to baby me." I was somewhat shocked. I hesitated, and he
looked at the floor of the car, not making eye contact. Gino had been a
perfect gentleman and had been attentive at dinner. "Sure," I said, not really
knowing what he wanted. He looked at me and smiled, "Thank you, Alex," he
said, "I'll make it worth your while."

Dino opened the door for us and I followed Gino into the hotel and up to his
suite. "Can I get you a drink; coffee, brandy, anything," he asked. I shook my
head. He smiled. "I won't be a minute," he said and went into the bedroom.

'What is this all about?' I thought as I sat on the couch. I looked at my
watch, 'Ten minutes to ten,' I saw, 'perhaps I should take off,' I thought.
The door to the bedroom opened and Gino came out wearing a cloth diaper,
carrying another folded one in his hand. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or
not, but I got to my feet as he stood in front of me and looked up into my
eyes, a sad expression on his face.

"Alex, I've been bad," he said, "I peed in my diaper." I furrowed my brow and
said, "That is bad, Gino. Alex will need to change you." He nodded. "Will you
spank me?" he asked. "Yes, baby, I'll need to spank you, now let's get this
wet diaper off of you," I said and I unfastened the safety pin at his hip.

I let the diaper fall to the floor and looked at his flaccid cock. 'Oh my,' I
thought, 'he's got a good size penis.' Gino's cock was nearly eight-inches
long and big, nearly three-inches across. 'Let's see if I can work with this,'
I thought.

I slipped out of the dress I was wearing. Gino stared at me, mouth open
slightly. I laughed and sat down in an arm chair and said, "Come here, Gino,
I'm going to have to spank you for pissing your pants." He came and I said,
"Lay across my knees." He did, and I parted my legs slightly. I could feel his
cock between my thighs. I gently swatted his bare ass, the blow leaving a red
outline of my hand on his left cheek.

I could feel his shaft stiffening. I spanked him again, this time on his right
buttock. "Don't ever wet your diaper again, Gino, do you understand?" I asked.
"Y-yes, mistress," he stammered, almost sobbing. I landed another blow, this
time again on his left buttock.

Fully erect, I engulfed his shaft with my thighs and tensed my muscled. "Ahh,"
he moaned, "Please, you're hurting me." I chuckled and said, "Little boys need
to be taught a lesson," and tensed my thighs tighter, "promise me you won't
wet your diaper again." "I-I promise, mistress," he pleaded. I landed another
blow on his right buttock and said, "I want you to get up now and put your
hands behind your back, do you understand?" I asked. He nodded and then said,
"Y-yes, I understand."

I released my hold of his penis and he got to his feet, placing his hands
behind the small of his back. "Now what should I do with this?" I asked,
holding the head of his penis between my thumb and index finger. I squeezed
and he winced, trying to pull free. I chuckled and said, "You can't escape,
Gino." I took his scrotum in my other hand and gave it a squeeze. "I could
crush your balls," I said, "Crush them like grapes." "No, no, please, don't
hurt me," he said. I chuckled and said, "Don't be a baby, Gino, Mistress Alex
won't hurt you."

I began to stroke his shaft. His breathing became a pant and he closed his
eyes and through his head back and within minutes he erupted. "Hmm," he
moaned, "that was wonderful." I chuckled and said, "Be a good boy and clean
your mess from my thigh, and while you're down there, baby, you can service
your mistress."

He knelt at my feet and lapped his semen from my quad and then proceeded to
suck my clit. Now it was my turn to moan as he brought me to first one orgasm
and then a second.

Once satiated, I told him, "Good boy, Gino, now let's get that diaper back on
you." I pinned the diaper back on the man and began to dress. He looked at me
and said, "If you're ever in New York, I can use a bodyguard, if you're as
strong as I think you are." I smiled as I stepped into my ankle boots and
picked the coffee table up. Taking a leg in each hand, I pulled and the legs
came free. "I as strong as that driver of your, and probably stronger."

He turned to a side table and extracted a business card from his wallet along
with several bills. He handed them to me and said, "Thank you, Alex, my offer
stands." I dropped the card and bills into my tote bag.

On the way out the door I passed Dino standing outside the door to the suite.
He didn't say anything but I knew he was watching as I walked to the elevator.
I pushed the button and then turned in his direction. I lifted the hem of my
dress to my hip and flexed my quads. The muscles jumped and I watched as his
eyes opened wide.

The elevator door slid open and I dropped my dress and got in next to an
elderly couple. "Good evening," I said, smiling. "It is now," the elderly man
said and his wife gave him a boney elbow in his ribs. We rode the rest of the
way in silence.

I hope you have enjoyed 'What I Do.' If so, please let me know at
covert.1@hotmail.com

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