Xena - My Story, Part 6
By Love My Muscles



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My goal is to help people, couples, have a fulfilling sex life. My methods,
though unconventional, work. I find the 'hands on' approach is always better
than the passive approach, besides, when it comes to sex, I'm almost
insatiable. -- Xena

I looked down at the actress on her knees in front of my man, Jack. She was
able to nearly take all of him in her mouth. As I watched, I thought, 'This
shot would be worth a million bucks to the tabloids.'

Of course, so would a shot of me being serviced by Don, the Oscar winning
director. My clit was stiff and hard, and Don was doing his best to help me
reach a climax, but I had no desire to come this soon. Like all good things,
it was worth making them last, besides, there was much work ahead for this
Beverly Hills couple.

I slowly pulled Don's head from my body. He looked up questioningly and I
looked down and said, "You did fine, baby," and ran a hand down my washboard
abs, "but right now I want to give you a lesson in self-control. I'm going to
untie your hands, but I don't want you to touch your cock, understand?" "Yes,
Xena," he said. I untied my bikini top that had bound his wrists.

Don stole a glance at his wife giving head to Jack, but quickly looked away.

"Now you may continue to pleasure me, but remember, do not play with
yourself," I told him, "in fact, keep your hands on my ass." He returned to
performing cunnilingus on me. I rode his face for five more minutes and then
sent a stream of cum deep into his throat. He pulled away in an effort to
swallow all of my juices, but I pressed his face back to my pussy.

"Hmm," I purred, "You have a marvelous tongue. As a reward, I'm going to milk
you." Once again he looked up at me questioningly and I smiled and said, "Lay
down on the couch." He did and I straddled him with a knee on each side of his
hips. I lowered myself on to his shaft and tightened my vaginal muscles. With
the palms of my hands on his chest, I began to 'undulate' my vaginal muscles.

Don lasted mere minutes', however; I kept his penis prisoner for fifteen
minutes until I came once more.

Rhonda was exhausted and Jack hadn't climaxed yet. I looked down at Don; beads
of sweat dotted his upper lip and forehead. At this point he was used up, so I
said, "Jack, Rhonda looks like she could use a break, why don't you fill that
gorgeous pussy of hers with your cock." Rhonda rolled onto the thick pile
carpeting of the family room and Jack impaled her. They both came within
minutes.

Jack got to his feet and I said, "You're getting to be quite the stud, Jack."
He smiled and said, "I've had a great teacher, Xena." We laughed together as I
pulled my leggings over my thighs. I didn't bother with the G-string or the
bikini top, nor did Jack put his thong back on. We left them lay on the floor.

"Thank you for coming," Don said, still prostrate on the couch, "will we see
you again." "Certainly," I said, "call us if we're needed." "Thank you, Jack,"
Rhonda said. "It was my pleasure," he said, "We'll see ourselves out, you
two."

As we walked to the car, I mused, "I wonder how long it will be until we hear
from Rhonda and Don again?" "I don't know," Jack said, "but I don't think it
will be long."

A week passed before I got a call from Rhonda. She asked if Jack and I could
come by for drinks Saturday afternoon. I said I'd check with Jack, but that
was just to stall. Jack would do what I told him, so I called her back the
following day and said we'd be delighted. She said she was inviting Raymond
and Heidi and one other couple, and that we should bring our suits as Don
would barbecue by the pool.

Jack and I arrived mid-morning. The weather had cooperated and this morning
was clear, warm and sunny. Again we were met at the door by Rhonda who looked
amazing. She was tan and appeared more self-confident. I kissed her on the
cheeks as did Jack and taking Jack by the hand said, "Come this way you two,"
and led us out through a set of French doors to their pool.

Rhonda and Don's swimming pool was nearly as large as an Olympic pool. It had
a cascading waterfall at one end as well as a spa. Raymond and Heidi were
already there. Petite Heidi looked marvelous in a high-waist floral print
bikini, the yellow and orange flowers contrasting nicely with her golden tan.
Raymond wore a short pair of board shorts as did Don. Rhonda removed her
cover-up to reveal a string bikini in a burnt orange color.

I slipped my sandals off and unsnapped my shorts, revealing the leopard print
micro-kini that I had chosen. Next I removed my T-shirt. Jack, at my urging,
wore a pair of spandex shorts that left little to the imagination.

"So, who is this other couple that you've invited," I asked Rhonda. "Debbie
and Gary," she said, "He's one of the most successful producers in Hollywood.
Debbie is a former television star."

Drinks and hors d'oeuvres were served by a housekeeper while Rhonda played
hostess and Don manned the grill. Jack and I chatted with Raymond and Heidi
with Jack having strict orders not to 'talk shop.'

Gary and Debbie arrived. I recognized Debbie right away from several different
televisions series from the past. The couple was in their 50's with trim, fit
builds. From the minute they arrived, Gary couldn't take his eyes off of me.
It didn't appear Debbie noticed. Rhonda introduced us and Debbie said, "I've
heard some marvelous things about you, Xena, it's so nice to finally get to
meet you," and we exchanged pecks on the cheek. "Thank you," I said, "I'm
flattered." When I was introduced to Gary, he held out his hand to shake and I
squeezed perhaps a little harder than I should have because he winced slightly
and through clenched teeth said, "I see Don didn't exaggerate." 'Exaggerate,'
I thought, 'exaggerate about what?'

We were enjoying the conversation and sun when Don announced that the filets
were ready. The housekeeper or cook brought out the side dishes as we took our
seats around a large table under the shade of a large umbrella.

Conversation was nonstop and Jack, true to his word, did not talk business
with Raymond. The steaks were perfectly cooked as was some grilled vegetables.

After the meal, Rhonda said, "Let's move to the sun while Rosa clears the
table." With drinks in hand, we moved to the chaise lounges on the far side of
the pool.

"So, Xena," Gary said, "Don tells me that you helped him and Rhonda with their
marriage, but he neglected to tell me what you did." "What did he tell you," I
asked. "He said that you mentored him and Rhonda with their love making, but
that's all he said except that your methods were a bit 'unconventional'."
"Yes, I coached Don with a little premature issue," I said, "but I believe now
can last as long as Rhonda wants." I turned to Don and asked, "How long can
you last now?" "Nearly two hours," Don said smiling proudly. "And believe me,
he wears me out in that two hours," Rhonda interjected and laughed. "Wow,"
Gary said, "that's incredible, and without drugs." Now it was my turn to
smile, "Yes, both Don and Raymond don't need drugs to please their wives.
Besides, drugs sometimes have side effects that can be devastating."

"And what's the secret to your success?" Gary asked. The rest of the group
became quiet and I said, "It's really a matter of mind over matter; if you
don't mind, it doesn't matter," and everyone laughed. That is, everyone except
Gary, who said, "No, I'm serious, Xena, I'd really like to know." I looked him
straight in the eye and without saying a word; I flexed my left arm, once,
then twice, a third and a fourth time. My bicep swelled and I rubbed the large
bicep. "Do you like my arms, Gary," I asked. "Yes, but how ... " I cut him off
and said, "They're a lot bigger than yours, you know." He looked at me and I
continued, "And these legs," I said, extending my legs towards him, "they're
strong enough to snap your ribs. Would you like that Gary? Would you like to
feel these legs wrapped around your middle?" He was looking at my quads and I
tightened the muscles. My veins appeared to swell, giving a super-human
appearance. Gary swallowed and said softly, "No." I noticed the small bulge in
his trunks.

"Strength, control, stamina and dedication are what I demand, Gary," I said,
looking him in the eye, "I don't tolerate wimps or weaklings. You're not a
wimp or a weakling are you, Gary." "No," he said sternly. "Good," I said,
"Remember how when we were introduced, I shook your hand and you grimaced in
pain?" He looked from Debbie to Don and then back to me. I held out my hand
and said, "Give me your hand, Gary." He remained motionless. I said a little
more forcefully, "Give me your hand!" Slowly he extended his hand towards
mine. I took it and stood up in front of him and placed it flat on my abs.
"Now feel those muscles, Gary. Feel how hard," I said, "now stand up and I
want you to hit me in my abs as hard as you can." He looked up at me
questioningly. I nodded and said, "Come on, don't be afraid." I saw that his
small bulge had grown and smiled inwardly.

He got to his feet and I said, "Just one punch, Gary, but I'll caution you,
you may hurt your hand." He was thinking it over, so I added, "Don't hold
back." Again he looked at Debbie, and then to Don who nodded. Gary balled his
fist and hit me in the abs as hard as he could. The blow sounded like a slap
rather than a punch. I smiled and said, "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I
laughed softly and said, "But I expected more from you Gary, I really did. But
I can see you enjoyed it," glancing at his now obvious erection.

"Gary, please," Debbie said, looking at her friends and then to me, "don't
embarrass me." I turned my attention from Gary to Debbie. "Are you
embarrassed, Debbie," I asked her. The flush in her cheeks gave me my answer,
but she said, "Yes, men can be so obvious." "Yes, they can," I said and with
an index finger, placed a strand of hair behind her ear, allowing my touch to
linger, "but women are as equally aroused by strong, muscular women as men." I
brought my finger down along the strap of her bikini top to her left breast.
"In fact," I said, "I think women are more aroused by other women than by men,
what do you think," and I circled her nipple beneath the fabric, watching it
stiffen with my touch. Debbie slowly closed her eyes and parted her lips.

I ran my hand down her side and cupping her left butt cheek, pulled her into
an embrace, kissing her passionately on the lips, my tongue darting into and
out of her mouth. "Hmm," Debbie cooed as my hand slipped below her bikini
bottom and my finger toyed with her butt cleavage.

When I broke our kiss, I bent close to her ear and whispered, "I want you to
climax for me, Debbie," and moved my hand around her hip, but still under her
bikini, so that I could insert my index finger into her pussy. As I did, her
body stiffened. She was already wet and I brought her to orgasm in a matter of
moments as I kissed the nap of her neck. I withdrew my hand and held up my
finger so that Gary could clean his wife's juices from it. He did without
being told.

I watched Gary for a moment and then said, "That is how I help couples, Gary.
I assist them in getting over their inhibitions, I help them develop stamina
to keep up with their partner and most importantly I help them become more
confident and self-assured."

Gary and Debbie looked at their friends who only nodded.

"Amazing," Debbie said. "How strong are you, Xena," Gary asked. I smiled and
said, "Rhonda, could you give me a frying pan?" Rhonda disappeared into the
house returning a moment later carrying a skillet. I took it and grasping the
edges folded it in half as easily as one would fold a piece of paper. I handed
the pan to Gary who tried to unfold it with no success.

Spying a shovel in one corner of the patio, I walked slowly to it and brought
it back to the group. I held it across my chest and pulled back on each end of
the wooden shaft. It snapped with a loud crack. I tossed the two pieces away.

"Have you ever considered doing a movie," Gary asked me. "You mean being an
actress in a movie?" I asked. "Yes," he said, "You could be the next super
hero or super heroine." "I think that's a great idea," Don said, thinking
about how he'd like to direct me. "I don't think so," I said, "I'm no actress
and have no head for remembering lines; beside, I'm content to not be in the
public eye."

I took the pan back from Gary and unfolded it. It remained somewhat deformed
and I gave it to Rhonda saying, "Tell Rosa I'm sorry I bent her pan," and
added, "You two should play a pair of super women stamping out crime in Los
Angeles," indicating Rhonda and Debbie.

XXX

From that point on, the project took shape. In the days, weeks and months that
followed, I worked with Debbie and Rhonda to strengthen their bodies and build
muscle. More often than not our workouts would end with the two actresses
making love to my muscles.

Jack, having been an avid submitter to Diana the Valkyrie, tried his hand at
screenwriting, but that was different than writing short stories about muscle
women. The task was eventually handed off to a friend of Don's.

The movie moved forward into production with Gary producing and Don directing.
Heidi and I visited the set one day and watched as Rhonda and Debbie destroyed
a drug lab and killed the two bad guys.

The movie never made it to the 'big screen', but went directly to video.
Nevertheless, it sold quite well with all involved making a tidy profit.

Jack moved up in Raymond's firm, becoming a full partner. He continues to
write short stories about muscle women saying that I inspire him. We continue
to see all three couples as often as possible.

On a personal note, I'm now a registered sex therapist and thanks to my
friendship with Gary and Debbie as well as Don and Rhonda, my clients are some
of the most influential in Hollywood and the acting industry. While my methods
are still considered 'unconventional' by some, I enjoy the hands on approach
and have achieved a near 100% success rate with my clients.

One side note; I was leaving my office late one evening, walking to my car
when I was mugged. Well, that's not exactly true, the would be mugger tried to
mug me. He had a knife and said, "Yo, lady, give me your purse." I turned and
looked at him. He was perhaps 5'-6" and couldn't have weighed more than a
hundred and a half.

"Why don't you run along, creep," I said. "I'll cut you, bitch, I will," he
said. I allowed my purse to fall from my fingers at my side. "Step away from
the purse, lady," he said but I remained in place. "I mean it, I'll cut you,
step away from the purse," he repeated. "You said that already, stupid," I
informed him. He took a step closer and I quickly kicked out, knocking the
knife from his hand. It skidded across the paved alley.

We stood there staring at each other, the kid's eyes darting to the knife. "Go
for it, punk," I told him and not surprising, he did. As he tried to quickly
step by me, I hit him with a short jab that hit him in the jaw, sending him
sprawling. He rolled on his back as I approached and said, "Please lady, don't
hurt me," and held his hands up in self-defense. I stood over him for a minute
and then squatted next to him. With my right hand I grasped his penis and
scrotum. I took note of the fear in his eyes as he tried to squirm from my
grasp. I chuckled softly and without saying a word, slowly crushed his cock
and balls. I cut his scream off by placing my other hand over his mouth.

His head rolled to the side as he passed out and an ugly dark stain spread
across his jeans. I stood and placing my foot on the man's chest, drove the
heel of my stiletto pump through his heart by shifting my weight. After
withdrawing the heel from the body, I wiped it on the side of his shirt.

Looking around, I thought, 'What better place for this piece of trash,' and
lifted the lid of the nearest dumpster. The smell was sickening as it belonged
to a Korean restaurant and was nearly full of rotten kimchi, fish guts and who
knew what else. I retrieved the knife and having wiped it clean, tossed it in
the dumpster. Next, I lifted the man and tossed him in as well and then closed
the lid. 'Rest in peace, son of a bitch,' I thought.

Retrieving my purse, I continued to my car. As I drove home, I thought of the
encounter and wished that it had lasted longer. I enjoyed destroying that
would be mugger, and wished I could have inflicted more pain before he died.
Perhaps there would be another opportunity, I thought.

The experience with the man in the alley gave me a rush and when I got home, I
attacked Jack, making love to his cock like a wild animal. The feeling was
euphoric.

Thank you for reading my story ...

Love My Muscles - Xena