Xena - My Story, Part 4
By Love My Muscles



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I realize that in order to please others, all I have to do is please myself;
that some individuals require extensive discipline, while others submit
willingly. This is the premise of this episode.

Because of Jack passing the bar and getting a substantial raise, we moved into
a large ranch style home. It had a pool, four bedrooms, four baths, and a
large kitchen and was on a secluded cul-de-sac. Jack used one of the bedrooms
as an office while I used one for a small home gym.

I began my classes at California State University in Long Beach. I was
carrying a full class load as well as working at the gym each evening. While I
put in long hours, it was paying off both physically and mentally. My body had
been transformed into a two-hundred pound Amazon. Lean body fat and ripped
muscles, I intimidated most members who came through the door and a lot of my
fellow classmates, I'm sure.

Late one evening, a man came in to inquire about our fees. I'll say his name
is Bill. Bill stands perhaps five foot six inches and weighs about one hundred
pounds. As you might imagine, he's on the thin side. "May I help you," I asked
Bill from behind the counter where I was sitting. "Yes," he replied, not
wanting to make eye contact with me, "could you tell me what fee you charge
here?" "Certainly," I said, and told him what our fee structure was as well as
introducing myself.

"What are your goals, Bill," I asked. He said he wanted to build some muscles
and become more self-confident. "I think I can help you with that," I said,
"first we need to get you on a healthy diet and plot a workout that both taxes
and builds your muscles." "That sounds good," he said, "I can come in most
nights." "Excellent," I said, standing up. His eyes followed me as I stood,
getting wider. I smiled to myself. "I'll just need you to fill out this
paperwork," and slid a clipboard with some health forms and a waiver across
the counter, "then we'll get started."

Once Bill changed into shorts and a T-shirt, I walked him through some basic
exercises. On the cable curl machine I set the weight setting at 20-lbs. and
he seemed to struggle with that. I put my hand on his bicep and could nearly
touch my fingers, wrapping them around his arm. "We'll get these babies up and
running," I said, "would you like to see my biceps?" "Ye-yes, Xena," he said.

Slowly and deliberately I pulled the sweatshirt I was wearing over my head
revealing my large chest and arms. Bill's breath caught and I moved the pin on
the cable machine to its maximum setting. "It's important to keep your back
straight and knees slightly bent," I said, "when doing this exercise. Form is
everything," and I pulled up on the short handle. Bill was riveted on my bicep
which expanded and contracted. Watching it in the mirror was getting me turned
on. "See the definition, there, just below my sleeve," I said, "see how well
defined each muscle is, the deep definition." He was nodding, still staring at
my arm, only a foot away from him. "You'd get a better idea if I didn't have
the T-shirt in the way," I said, and then added, "Here, I'll take it off." I
stopped doing my repetitions long enough to peel the T-shirt up and over my
head. I handed it to Bill who held it with both hands like it was sacred. "Now
watch," I continued, adjusting the weights, "I'm going to work each arm
individually." Grimacing, I brought the short bar up to my chest. I did ten
reps with my right arm and then switched, doing ten more with my left.

After the fourth set, I turned to Bill and said, "Kiss my muscle, Bill, make
love to my arm." With a quick glance around the gym, he began to kiss and
fondle my arm. The engorged muscle was rock hard and he stroked it lovingly.
"And now my chest, Bill," I told him, "make love to my chest." He didn't
hesitate, as he caressed my breast and ran his tongue around my areola and
nipple. "Hmm," I said softly, "that feels marvelous, Bill," and I put my hand
on the back of his head and held his face firmly to my breast. I was vaguely
aware of him making a muffled sound and his fists beating against my chest and
side. I released him and he gasped for breath as he came away from my chest.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, taking my T-shirt from him and sliding it over my
head. "Sometimes I get carried away," I said, "are you OK?" "Ye-yes, Xena," he
panted, "I'm fine."

I finished showing him the basic workout and once he left, I thought to
myself, 'I'll have to be more careful. Sometimes I get carried away with my
own muscle lust that I'm going to accidentally hurt someone.'

Later that week, Jack informed me that Raymond Garvin, senior partner of the
firm he worked for had invited us out for dinner at his country club with him
and his wife. That did not sound like a fun evening to me, but in order to
keep Jack happy and ensure that he remained in good standing with the firm, I
agreed to go.

I went to a boutique at the mall to get something suitable to wear, and with a
little help from the salesgirl, slipped into the dressing room to try on the
cocktail dress. The size I had fit well on top, but was baggy around my
midsection and hips. "Hmm," the salesgirl said after I called her into the
dressing room, "You need to have that taken in in the waist and hips. Here,
let me show you," and with several clips, she pulled the loose material behind
me and clipped it in place. "There," she said, looking at my reflection in the
mirror, "That looks a lot better." And I had to agree with her, it looked
great. The color and sparkle of the dress accentuated my eyes and was in sharp
contrast to my tanned body.

"I can have this ready by tomorrow," the woman said as she removed the clips
and unzipped the dress. "That would be great," I said as I stepped out of the
garment. She glanced in the mirror as I held the dress out for her to take.
She didn't take the dress at first but continued to stare at my reflection in
the mirror. Finally she took the dress from me and I asked, "Have you ever
made love to a woman?" Caught off guard she merely shook her head and I said,
"Then I will be your first," and smiled at her and continued, "Get on your
knees and make love to my she-cock." She looked at me questioningly. "Don't be
afraid, suck my clit," I said sternly. On her knees she grasped my hips and I
stepped closer.

"Don't be afraid," I told her as I pushed her face to my waiting clit. She
probed my pubes with her lips and I could feel my clit becoming erect. It felt
marvelous. Then her tongue brushed my clit and I moaned. She pulled away, but
I quickly pushed her back and said, "Make me come, take my she-cock."

She brought me to orgasm in a matter of minutes. I exploded with a fury of cum
and held her mouth against my pussy as my stream finally subsided. When I
released her, she was gagging slightly. I wiped a few remaining drops of my
cum from my labia and licked my fingers clean.

"Thank you, my pet," I said, "I needed that," and indeed, I did need that. It
was becoming more and more obvious to me that I needed to have sex or
masturbate two or three times a day. Occasionally my orgasms were explosive,
such as now, but generally, they were milder. Jack was always willing to
accommodate me when my desires escalated, but it was nice on occasion to find
other willing participants such as Bill or the salesgirl who would help me
fulfill my need. Of course, I had no problem bringing myself to orgasm simply
by manual stimulation and running my free hand over my hard muscles.

The evening of our scheduled dinner with Raymond and his wife arrived. Jack
and I dressed, the new dress I had bought fit perfectly, hugging my body. It
was emerald green which matched my eyes. Sequins gave it a shimmering
appearance as it ended about three-inches above my knees.

"You look like a goddess, Xena," Jack commented. He's always so sweet, I
thought, and said, "And you look handsome." He did, he had on a lightweight
charcoal grey suit with a fine pinstripe.

We drove to the country club and the valet took the keys from Jack. At the
podium by the door, Jack mentioned that we were with the Raymond Garvin party.
The ma#tre de informed us that Mr. and Mrs. Garvin were running a bit late but
he would seat us or we could wait in the bar. Jack looked at me and I said,
"We'll be seated." The ma#tre de walked us to our table and as he did, many of
the men and some of the women couldn't help but stare. Inwardly I smiled,
relishing the attention. At the table, he told us our server would be along
shortly to take our drink orders.

We had just gotten our drinks when Raymond Garvin and his wife arrived,
escorted by the ma#tre de. Jack and I slid from the booth to greet them, Jack
making the introductions. Raymond was tall, with dark hair, turning grey at
the temples. He had an athletic build and wore what I suspected was an
expensive suit. His wife was definitely a 'trophy wife,' perhaps twenty years
his junior. Heidi was a petite blonde with undoubtedly enhanced breasts that
were amply on display with her strapless dress. Heidi's dress was a dark navy
which made her look paler than she was.

It was fun to watch Heidi's eyes as she took in my height and size. Her eyes
widened as I stood from the table and dwarfed Heidi. I thought about crushing
her hand when we shook, but decided for Jack's sake that I would spare her. I
gave her an air kiss on each cheek, something that I deplored, but did so only
because I felt it was expected of me.

Raymond, I noticed, couldn't take his eyes from me. The men made small talk
throughout dinner, discussing mostly work related items, but all the while he
kept glancing my way. I was left to chat with Heidi, who, despite her outward
appearance, and my initial assessment, was quite knowledgeable about art,
literature and film. She had worked in movies for a couple of years before
meeting Raymond. I didn't ask whether it was the adult film industry, but I
suspected as much.

Dinner was surprisingly good, the wine was excellent and the cr#me Brule was
magnificent. As the evening was wearing down, Raymond glanced at Heidi and
then said to Jack, "Would you care to come by for a nightcap?" Jack glanced in
my direction and I shrugged as if to say, 'It's up to you'. "Sure," Jack said,
"We'd love to." I looked at Heidi and she smiled and said, "Good, we don't
have many guests."

We followed the Garvin's who lived a short distance from the country club. In
fact, they lived on the tenth fairway. I said to Jack as we drove, "Raymond
sure stared at me." "Can you blame him," Jack said. I laughed and said, "Well,
I just wonder if a nightcap is all Raymond or Heidi has in mind." "I guess
we'll see soon," Jack said and pulled to the curb.

Their home was gorgeous with lots of glass facing the fairway. Apparently
Raymond was an avid golfer. While Jack kept Raymond company making drinks,
Heidi asked me, "Would you like to see the rest of the house?" "Sure," I said.
From the outside the house looked massive, perhaps the largest on the golf
course. I followed Heidi down a hall and into a media room that had seating
for twelve. "Once in a while we'll get a promo-movie to watch," Heidi said,
"some make it to the theatres but some don't." I wondered if she meant a
'porno' movie, but thought better of asking.

Next she led me to a home gym. It was small compared to the gym that I worked
at, but large for a home gym. It was furnished with excellent equipment and
chrome dumbbells and barbells. "Now this is great," I said as I walked to the
rack of dumbbells along one mirrored wall. I walked down the rack to the
80-lb. pair at the far end. I lifted them from the rack and did a series of
dumbbell curls. When I looked at Heidi in the mirror, her mouth hung open. "I
work out," I said, "You might say it's my passion." "I can see that," Heidi
said, "I don't really use the free weights much, just the treadmill and other
machines." "Uh-huh," I said as I did another set, and then added, "If you
would like some advice or instructions, I'd be happy to show you."

By now Heidi was focused on my arms. "You know, Raymond finds you quite
attractive," Heidi said. I looked at her questioningly in the mirror and
asked, "Did he say that?" "No," she said, "he didn't have to. I could tell,
just by the way he was looking at you at dinner." "Does that make you
jealous," I asked. "Oh, no," Heidi said, "I find you attractive as well. Jack
is a lucky man." "Jack is a lucky man," I said, emphasizing the word 'is',
"I've trained him well. Do you know he's now able to withhold orgasm until I'm
ready to climax. When I first met him he'd come in his pants when he'd see me
flex my muscles. Men are so predictable."

Heidi's eyes had widened, her mouth was slightly open. I replaced the
dumbbells and turned to her and said, "I'm sorry if I've shocked you, I didn't
mean to." I bent and kissed her on the mouth, exploring her tongue with mine.
I ran a hand down her back to her butt and squeezed lightly. 'Firm,' I
thought, 'she takes good care of herself.'

I broke the kiss and said, "Now that was meant to shock you," emphasizing the
word 'was', and smiled. She ran a hand over my upper arm, her touch light as a
feather. "Does Jack really please you, Xena?" she asked. "Yes, he does, and
I'm not easy to please," I replied. Now it was her turn to smile and she said,
"Maybe I could try." "What would Raymond think about that?" I asked. "He'd be
fine as long as he could watch," Heidi said. "I don't have a problem with
that," I told her.

"Does Raymond fulfill you sexually?" I asked Heidi. She hesitated and then
said, "Sometimes, but I assume that the times he doesn't, it's because of
stress at work," she said. I thought about that and said, "Maybe he needs to
be trained to concentrate on pleasing his woman and not thinking about work."
"Perhaps," Heidi said, "but how would I do that." "Maybe I could help," I
said, "If you'd let me." Again she hesitated, but finally said, "It may be
worth it in the long run." I smiled and said, "It will be." "One think you
should know though, Xena," Heidi said, "Raymond isn't very well endowed." "Oh,
well maybe that may disturb him as well while he's making love to you," I
said, "I'll see."

"I made a drink for you and Xena," Raymond said to Heidi as we entered the
living room. Two drinks sat on the breakfast bar. I took a sip of mine leaving
it on the breakfast bar and sat next to Jack. Heidi stood by the bar, not
bothering with her drink. Jack and I sat facing Raymond. I allowed my dress to
ride up high on my thighs, knowing full well that Raymond would be powerless
to take his eyes from my quads.

I kissed Jack on the cheek, whispering, "Go with Heidi." He shot me a sideways
glance and I nodded slightly and then he looked at Heidi who smiled.

"Would you like to see the rest of the house, Jack," Heidi said right on cue.
"That would be fine, Heidi, I'd love to," Jack said. She led him down the
hallway we had just come, but I knew she would lead him past the gym and media
center to the bedroom.

Now alone with Raymond, he asked, "Did you see our gym?" "Yes, I did," I said,
"although you could use heavier dumbbells." "I don't recall the heaviest in
there, but I think it's more than ample for us," Raymond said. "Perhaps they
are for you," I said, "but not for me." "Are you really that strong?" Raymond
asked. "Yes, I am," I said, "I'll show you," and I got up and retrieved the
fireplace poker from a stand on the hearth. With little effort I bent the bar
in half and continued to bend it until there were two loops. I handed the now
destroyed poker to Raymond. "That was amazing," he said as he turned the bar
over in his hands.

"I see that you like my muscles," I said and he followed that I was looking at
the bulge in his pants. He smiled and said, "Guilty as charged."

"Stand up," I told him and he got to his feet. I drew a finger across his
crotch. "If I were to take off my dress, could you control yourself not to
come until I told you," I asked. "I, err, ah, I think so," he stammered,
caught off guard by the question. "Then unzip me," I said turning so that he
could unzip my dress.

I shrugged the straps off my shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor. I
knew he now had full view of my firm butt and muscular back. Slowly I turned
and his breath caught as he saw my chest and abs. I stood before him, hands on
my hips with only my stiletto heels and said, "Pick up my dress and place it
on the chair," indicating the back of an arm chair. He did, and when he
returned, I removed his jacket and tossed it casually on the same chair.

I unsnapped his pants and unbuckled his belt and allowed them to fall to the
ground. "Get undressed," I said. He kicked off his loafers, stepped out of his
trousers and then removed his shirt. Now with only a pair of boxer shorts on,
I could see that he was in good physical shape. His erection was barely
contained by the cotton shorts. With an index finger in the waistband of his
shorts, I drew them down his legs. His erection sprang free. His four inches
was barely half of Jack's.

"I don't want you to come until I tell you, Raymond, do you understand?" I
said. "Yes," he said, "but what ... " and I slapped his cock, not hard but
enough that it was uncomfortable. "There is no 'buts'," I told him, "do you
understand?" "Yes," he said softly. I stretched, drawing my arms over my head
and tightening my abs.

As I did, he began to reach for his shaft and I slapped his cock again.
"You're not to play with my cock, Raymond; that belongs to me tonight,
understand?" "Yes," he said, wincing in pain, and again began to reach for
himself. For a third time I slapped his hand away and then his cock. "Please,"
he began to say, but I cut him off. "Please what, wimp," and slapped his cock
for the fourth time, "please hit me some more? Please show me some mercy?
Please what, bitch?"

I saw a little fear in his eyes as well as a tear. I laughed out loud and
said, "You really are pathetic," and with my thumb and index finger, stroked
my clit. As he watched, my clit grew, rapidly becoming hard. "Hmm," I said, "I
love to play with my she-cock. Have you ever seen a real woman's cock?" His
eyes were wide as he watched me stroke myself. He only managed to shake his
head. I laughed and said, "See, little man, my cock is as big as yours, maybe
bigger." Sadly it was.

"Get down on your knees, little man, and worship my cock," I said. He didn't
hesitate, but sank quickly before me. I placed a hand on the back of his head
and drew him against my pubes. He suckled, but rather than climax I chose to
enjoy the anticipation. I allowed him to service me for several minutes.

Looking down at him, I said, "That's enough, bitch, get up and bend over the
chair." He knelt there looking up and I slapped him on the cheek. A tear
rolled down his cheek and I said, "Do as I say or I won't play nice, boy, now
get up and bend over." Slowly he got to his feet, "Please, Xena, I don't ... "
and I grabbed his penis and scrotum. That's when I noticed that he was
flaccid. Not only was he flaccid, but cum coated the head of his penis. I let
go of him and stared at my hand.

"You son of a bitch," I said, raising my voice, "I didn't tell you to come.
Lick that crap off my hand, and you better clean every finger." I held my palm
up for him to lick. Once he was done I said, "Now bend over that chair," and I
pushed him towards the chair. He was sobbing now.

I pushed on the back of his head and grabbing the arms of the chair, he bent
at the waist. "I should run that poker up your ass, bitch," I said, "but I
need to pleasure my pussy," and I entered him from behind. His whimpering
increased as I thrust. The feeling of power and control was intoxicating. From
behind, I bent over so that my chest was on his back, my massive arms wrapped
around him and holding his shoulders as I kept him firmly in place. My hips
thrust like a trip-hammer. "Arrgh," I exclaimed as I erupted with a gush of
cum, spraying his butt. My thrusting subsided and I withdrew.

"Clean me," I commanded, and spanked him across his right butt cheek, leaving
a red hand print. He knelt before me and obediently licked my clit, labia and
pussy.

"You're a sorry excuse for a man," I taunted as I looked down at him, "Come
with me," and strode down the hall. Raymond followed meekly several feet in
back of me.

To be continued ...