Xena - My Story, Part 7
By Love My Muscles



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This episode chronicles my encounter with a female bodybuilder, going head to
head in the competition, but in the end, who was the victor?

I've been working at the gym at nights now for a couple of years as well as
using the weight room and facilities at college between classes when time
permitted. I was currently in a training cycle to maintain my physique. This
meant moving a lot of iron, hard work, but I had developed a saying; 'Hard
work equals a hard body', and I was living proof.

Roger was a regular at night, coming in after work. He was easy on the eyes
and filled out the business suits he wore, but when he changed into his
T-shirt and shorts to work out, you could really appreciate all the hard work
he put in. His workout ethic was much like mine, not a lot of socializing,
just grind out the reps and sets and move on to the next exercise.

One evening on his way past the counter, he smiled and said, "Good night." The
following evening, as he was checking in through the computer, I said, "You've
really been working out hard." He smiled and said, "Training for an upcoming
contest, you train heavy as well." 'Contest,' I thought, so I said, "When is
the contest?" He reached into his gym bag and produced a flyer with the date,
time and location of the bodybuilding contest. It was three weeks from now. I
handed it back, but he said, "Keep it, I have another. You should sign up, you
look pretty ripped."

"I don't know, I probably wouldn't have a chance of winning," I said. "I think
you would have a better than even chance of winning," Roger said, "besides,
it's a local contest, but it could lead to bigger competitions and a nice
trophy." "I'll think about it," I said as he went off to change.

The following day I mentioned the contest to Jack, my live in boyfriend and
sex slave. That looks odd as I write it, but in order to define Jack and my
relationship, the term 'sex slave' best fits.

Jack is a well-respected attorney, highly paid, and conservative in
appearance. To look at Jack, you would never know that his fetish is muscular
women and being dominated by them. Jack worships me and does whatever I ask. I
have trained him well to do both the domestic duties around the house as well
as servicing his mistress. It's this last task that he excels at, having a
beautiful ten-inch cock and the staying power to please me. This stamina and
our daily sex sessions has left Jack with a fit athletic body, muscular to be
sure, but nowhere near as defined as mine.

It was during one of our sexual sessions that I mentioned the bodybuilding
contest. "So what do you think?" I asked after telling him. At the time I had
Jack in a half-nelson, my right arm through his and my hand at the back of his
neck, my left hand grasping his cock, stroking him slowly. Through clenched
teeth he said, "If you want to enter, Xena, you know you'll have my full
support." I laughed as I leaned in close to his ear and said, "I know that,
baby, but do you think I could win?" "Absolutely," he croaked, "your muscles
are amazing." Slowly I ran my tongue in his ear and then whispered as I
stroked his shaft a little faster, "Good. Now you may come for me." And with
no hesitation, he sent a stream of cum arcing across the rubberized mat in our
home gym.

I dropped him to the mat. "Clean that up, Jack," I said indicating his cum. I
examined myself in the mirror and began to fondle my clit. It seemed that with
my increased muscle mass, my clit had also grown and when I played with it, as
I was doing now, it turned into my 'she-cock'. When fully erect is was a meaty
four inches. I watched myself masturbate with one hand while allowing the
other hand to roam freely over my abs and tits. With an animalistic groan, I
climaxed sending a stream of my cum onto the mat and the mirror. I laughed and
said, "Oh, and Jack, be sure to clean up my cum as well."

I signed up for the bodybuilding contest and spent the next three weeks
choreographing a routine as well as picking out a posing suit. I had seen
enough contests to know what the judges were looking for, or at least I
thought I did. I stepped up my workouts, dropping a few more pounds and eating
nothing but skinless chicken breasts and a little bit of vegetables.

The afternoon of the contest arrived and we checked in. One of the first
things was to go over the rules. All of the women wore track suits or sweats
so it was hard to determine size or muscle tone. It was also difficult to say
who would be in what weight category. I knew I would be in the light
heavyweight or heavyweight class, but so could a contestant who was 5'-4" if
she was muscular enough.

Next was the weigh in and my first opportunity to get a good look at my
competition. 'These girls are stunning', I thought. We were assigned numbers
and divided into lightweight, middleweight and heavyweight categories. There
were six women, counting myself, in the heavyweight class. I was one of the
tallest.

On the other side of the room, the men were beginning their practice posing. I
saw Roger and thought, 'He looks like a male version of me.' His broad
shoulders were erect with well-defined arms and legs. His upper body tapered
to narrow hips. His firm abs showed a nice six-pack and his small blue posing
suit looked fantastic next to his bronze skin tone.

"Hi, I'm Sheri," a voice off to my right said, bringing my attention back to
the girls side of the stage. Sheri was perhaps 3 or 4 inches shorter than me
and not as cut. 'No competition', was the first thought that crossed my mind.
"Hi", I said, "Xena," offering her my hand. She shook my hand and I could have
crushed it with little to no effort. "Your first contest?" she asked. "Yes,
why," I asked. "You don't have any oil on," she replied, and I looked at the
other contestants who were applying or having someone apply oil to their skin.
"The lighting on stage reflects off your body with a little oil," Sheri said.
"I didn't know that," I said. "Here, let me put some on you," Sheri said.

She produced a small bottle from a gym bag and pouring a little into the palm
of one hand, rubbed both hands together and applied a liberal amount to my
chest and shoulders. "You've got great mass," Sheri said as she applied the
oil, moving slowly around my body. "Do you think I have a chance of winning?"
I asked. "Hmm," she said, "I don't know, you have to compete against Margo,"
and she nodded in the direction of a far corner.

A true amazon was being attended to by three men. Compared to Margo, they
looked small. I watched as one fixed her hair while another was applying
mascara and the third was massaging oil into her dark skin. "She hasn't lost a
competition in years, I've heard," Sheri said as she walked around behind me
to apply oil to my back. The feel of her hands on my body and the sight of
Margo was making my 'she-cock' come alive. I pulled my gaze away from Margo
and concentrated on Sheri.

"Have you won?" I asked. She laughed lightly, "No, I only compete to keep my
boyfriend happy," she said, "he's competing in the men's division." She was
now squatting behind me, massaging the oil deep into my calves. "You're very
hard," Sheri said, "You may have a chance against Margo." I stole a glance at
Margo. She was flexing a massive bicep, a forty pound dumbbell in her hand.

Sheri stepped in front of me, cutting off my view of the amazon across the
room. "OK," she said, "Good luck, Xena." "Good luck to you too," I said and
she stood on tiptoes and kissed me on the lips, and then turned and strutted
away. I watched her as she went to weight rack and selected a fifteen pound
weight and began working her arms.

Because it was a local contest, there was no pre-posing, so they called the
girls to line up for the lightweight category. There were four women in all
and each looked great for a small woman. The announcer called them to the
stage one by one for their posing routine. Then he called them back for the
obligatory pose-down. The same was done for the middleweight division. There
were seven in this category, Sheri amongst them, so that took time. All the
while I was waiting, I stole glances at Margo.

Apparently one of her minions had said or done something to offend her,
because as I watched, she grabbed the man by the front of his T-shirt and
lifted him off the ground. She said something that I couldn't make out to him
and tossed him as if he were a rag doll. The man nearly fell, but caught
himself in time and scurried from the room, nearly in tears, I thought. A
trail of laughter from Margo followed him out the door.

They called for the heavyweights to line up. There were four of us. First on
stage was Margo. I watched from backstage as her music began and she ran
through her posing routine. Her burgundy red posing suit, with rhinestones,
sparkled under the spotlights. The audience went nuts when she hit her back
shot and again when she tightened her quads. She was definitely the one to
beat.

As she exited the stage she glanced at me and smiled, but said nothing. I was
third and I hit my poses in concert with the music. Jack whistled and the
audience seemed to appreciate my bicep and triceps shots. I gave the judges a
smile and the audience a wave as I made my way off stage.

They called our group back on stage and we lined up. The head judge requested
Margo and I move next to each other for a pose down. All thoughts of
intimidation disappeared as I matched Margo pose for pose. Nothing to be
intimidated about, in fact, my arms were larger, and more well defined. For
the first time, I actually felt I had a chance of winning this.

The results seemed to take forever, but as it turned out, Margo won with me
coming in second. Backstage, I approached Margo and said, "Congratulations."
She looked at me and said, "Thanks, you're new at this, aren't you?" "Yes," I
told her, "my first contest." "Well, you did well," she said, "I hope you
enter more. I need the competition." "Thanks," I said, "but I don't know if
competitive bodybuilding is my thing." "It should be," she said, "you've got
the size, mass and moves; you'll beat me one day, but not today." She smiled,
and with that, she turned and walked away, her entourage following close
behind with her trophy and bag.

The men's competition was underway as I took a seat beside Jack in the
audience. He handed me a piece of paper. "These are the judge's tally," he
said, "you almost won." Jack was right, Margo had beaten me by only 3 points,
the other two contestants a distant third and fourth. "One of the judges
mentioned to me," Jack said, "that they would have scored you higher had this
not been your first contest. It seems like name recognition accounts for a few
points."

I had won a trophy, much smaller than Margo's, but what excited me most was
knowing that I had almost beaten her. Jack and I left the competition after I
watched Roger compete. He looked great, but didn't place.

That night as Jack and I were making love, I fanaticized about making love to
Margo. About running my hands over her muscles, feeling her breasts against
mine and driving my 'she-cock' into her pussy.

"Ahh, Xena," Jack croaked, "please." I opened my eyes. 'What did he say?' I
thought. It was then I noticed Jack struggling in my arms. I had my arms
wrapped around him, and loosened my hold. He seemed to slump, and was
breathing hard. "I'm sorry, Jack," I said, "I guess I got carried away."
"That's OK, Xena," he said between breaths, "I thought you were going to snap
my spine." I could have, I was so lost in thought, thinking about Margo.

"What did you think about Margo?" I asked Jack. "You mean the girl who won,"
Jack asked, "I thought she was good. Her back was her best body part."
"Really," I asked, "what about her quads, didn't you think they were good?" "I
suppose," he said, "but she only beat you by three points." "Yes," I said,
"yes, she did," and I allowed Jack to continue to make love to me until he
could restrain himself no longer. He fell exhausted against my chest, yet I
was still lost in thought of Margo.

The next day I went through the motions of paying attention in class, but
between classes, I went to the library to use my laptop. I searched the web
for Margo and found a listing for her. That afternoon I drove to her house.
There was a late model BMW in the driveway. I parked at the curb and thought,
'This is crazy, Xena, what are you going to say?' I really didn't know how to
answer myself, but, instead, walked to the front door and rang the bell. After
a few moments, the door open and Margo stood there in a pair of shorts and a
T-shirt. "Yes?" she said. Rather than answer, I grabbed her, drawing her close
and kissed her passionately, my tongue exploring her mouth.

She stepped back into the entryway and I pushed the door closed behind me. I
could feel the heat of her body through her T-shirt. With one hand I cupped
her right butt cheek and with the other, grasped the T-shirt at the back of
the neck and pulled down ripping it from her torso. I broke my kiss only to
run my tongue over her areola, circling the nipple before closing my lips
around the perfect orb.

Margo made a soft mewing sound as took her erect nipple between my teeth and
pulled. Without releasing her nipple from my teeth, I pulled her shorts down.
My hands were moving quickly as I explored her bronze muscular body.

I squatted in front of her and tongued her clit, and then sucked on her labia.
Her clit wasn't as developed as mine, but I didn't mind. Nothing could stop me
from making love to this amazon.

Slowly I stood up, my hand and fingers replacing where my tongue had just
left. Margo through her head back, eyes closed, and moaned softly. "Undress
me, Margo," I said softly. Her eyes fluttered open and she pulled my T-shirt
over my head revealing my striated chest. "Now the leggings," I said. It was
her turn to squat as she rolled my leggings over my hips and down my thighs. I
stepped out of them, but grasped a handful of Margo's hair in each hand and
guided her face to my pussy.

"Let me show you what this muscle mistress has, Margo," I said, holding her
against my pussy, "Suck my clit." She did as she was told and I felt myself
becoming erect. As my 'she-cock' grew, she looked up as best she could. By now
I filled her mouth and throat with my member and she began to gag. I pulled
her face away from me and lifted her by her hair until she was standing.

"Let's go to your bedroom," I said, and gave her a push toward the back of the
house.

"What the ... " a male voice said as Margo and I entered the bedroom. It had
never occurred to me that Margo wouldn't have been alone, but here, in her
bed, was one of the men who had attended her backstage at the contest.

He sat up in bed as we entered and it was obvious that he was naked, clothes
strewn about the floor. "Margo, what's going on, who is this?" he said. "This
is Xena from the contest, Harold," Margo said. "Get out of the way, Harold," I
said, "You can go or watch, but I'm going to have sex with Margo." He sat
there with his mouth ajar and I grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged him
off the side of the bed, sheets and cover falling to the floor.

Margo crawled from the foot of the bed and lay on her back, hair fanned across
the pillows. I looked down at Harold and noticed his small erection. I smiled
and he followed my stare, and then looked at my erection. I laughed out loud
as I knelt between Margo's legs. I began to massage her quads, softly at first
but gradually applying more pressure. I worked my way upwards until my thumbs
reached her labia. I pulled the lips apart and with no further foreplay,
leaned forward burying my member deep within.

I lay prone, unmoving for a minute or two feeling Margo's muscles against
mine. The sensation was fantastic. Her firm breasts pressed against my chest,
I moved my hands along her big biceps, and then interlocked our fingers.

I turned to the side and said, "Harold, you can stroke that puny member of
yours while I service your mistress," and I then gave Margo my full attention
for the next twenty minutes, ending with a thundering climax from both of us.

The sheets were soaked as she lay on the bed regaining her breath. I got off
and looked down at her magnificent chest rising and falling with each breath.
"Clean me, Margo," I said, "lick me clean." She looked at me for a moment, and
then without hesitation rolled on her side and sucked a few errant drops of
cum from my clit. I smiled to myself having established my dominance over this
muscle goddess.

"Will I see you again?" Margo asked. "Perhaps at another competition," I said,
walking toward the bedroom door, "in the meantime, you'll have to make due
with Harold and your other puny dick minions. Good-bye, Margo."

I dressed in the living room and could hear Harold pleading with Margo not to
hurt him. I knew my dominance of her had transferred to her dominance over
Harold and her other 'toys'. 'Such is life', I thought.

When I got home I had Jack take care of 'my needs', and then spent an hour
working my muscles to a healthy pump and a long shower.

That was just a short time ago. I wanted to get this down while it was fresh
in my mind to share with you.

Until my next posting ... think of me; fantasize about my muscles and what I
could do to you ... kisses!

Xena