Xena - My Story, Part 22 By Love My Muscles If you enjoy my stories, please let me know; send an email to covert.1@hotmail.com attention, Love My Muscles, thanks. This is a continuation of Gloria and my trip to Miami for her American Society of Sexual Therapist's convention. One of the therapists wanted to 'push my buttons', but he didn't realize who he was dealing with. I had met Tim on South Beach in Miami. He's a cop and was patrolling the sand when he spotted me and asked me out for bite to eat. Once we were at the restaurant, I decided the only 'bite to eat' I wanted was Tim. Once we went back to my room, I was happy to see that he was well endowed. 'He certainly has the right equipment,' I thought, 'now we'll see if he can use that equipment.' I rolled over lying flat against Tim. I could feel his huge cock against my abs, its head next to my naval. I ran my hands over his biceps and then kissed his neck. I whispered in his ear, "Do not come until I tell you, Tim, do you understand?" "Yes," he said softly, "I'll try." "Good, baby, good," I said, "Just let Mistress Xena do all the work for you." I didn't think he would last long, so I abandoned the idea of a half-hour or more worth of foreplay. I sat up on my knees, his erection pointing toward the ceiling and watched his expression as I did a double bicep pose and then tightened my traps. "You're magnificent," he said and he flexed his biceps as he lay beneath me. I rose up and mounted his shaft, slowly lowering myself on his pole. "Hmm," I said as I took more of him inside me. My vaginal muscles began to constrict and release, milking him. It was as if I had no control over my own muscles. He ran a hand over my abs and down to where our two bodies met as I took his entire shaft in. I felt my climax beginning as I panted, I said, "I'm coming, I'm coming, Tim. Ahh." I collapsed atop this muscle stud and lay there for several minutes. "Oh, Tim, that was wonderful," I said, finally raising my head to look into his eyes, "Was that good for you?" He smiled at me and said, "It was great, Xena, but too quick," and he quickly rolled over so that he was now atop me and began to slowly thrust his narrow hips. "Hmm," I panted again, "Please don't stop, baby, don't stop," and he didn't. He pummeled me for the next fifteen minutes until he let out a hard sigh. I had had two more orgasms. Now bathed in sweat, I said softly, "Where have you been all my life?" He laughed softly, "Not where I'm at now," and we both laughed which felt good as he was still inside of me. Our laughter had just tapered off when there was a knock on the door. At first, I ignored it, but then it came again and Gloria said, "Xena, are you there?" Tim got and looked at me questioningly. "Gloria, the friend I said I came with," I told him as I went to the door. As I opened it, I saw that Tim had put his boxers on. "I just wanted to let ... " Gloria said as she came into the room, but didn't finish when she saw Tim standing by the bed clad only in his boxer shorts. She turned to look at me, naked, and then turned again to Tim. "And here I was concerned about leaving you alone at the hotel," Gloria said, "Hi, I'm Gloria," and extended her hand. Tim's hand engulfed Gloria's as he shook it. "Tim," he said, "pleased to meet you." "Well," she said turning for the door, "I just came by to tell you that I'll be delivering my paper at ten o'clock, so I expect you to be ready around 9:30. Can you manage that?" I looked from Gloria to Tim and said, "I don't know, we'll have to get busy, I guess." Gloria laughed as I held the door for her and she left. "I feel like a kid who just got caught by his mom jerking off," Tim said. I laughed and said, "You shouldn't feel like that, I live with Gloria and her husband, they know that I'm sexually driven." "Is Gloria one of the women you have sex with?" Tim asked. "Yes, yes she is, why," I asked. "She's attractive and you live with her, is all," Tim said. I hesitated and said, "You should be a detective, stud; you're not jealous are you?" and laughed as I pushed him back onto the bed and peeled his boxers off of him. Tim and I had sex four more times before falling asleep in each other's arms. The next morning I woke and stretched, momentarily forgetting the man beside me. "Hey, watch it," Tim said as my bicep hit him in the nose. I chuckled, "What are you going to do about it, baby?" He rolled on top of me pinning me to the bed and sitting on my abs, his flaccid, but still meaty member inches from my face. "I might have to get tough with you, girl," he said. "And what, risk a suit for excessive force by a police officer?" I asked and we both laughed. I craned my neck forward and kissed the head of his penis and said, "Let me up before I wet the bed." Watching me, he said, "Only on one condition; that you agree to have dinner with me tonight, and I promise we'll eat this time." "Hmm, let me think," I said, "I agree, but only if I can have you for dessert, that's if you think you can handle a repeat of last night?" "Try me," he said and I bucked him off my chest. I glanced in the mirror to my left above the sink as I stood at the toilet. Tim was watching me in the mirror and his stare was making me horny. When I went back into the bedroom he said, "I've never seen a woman stand at a toilet and pee before, not even when I was working vice, well, not a real woman, that is." I ran a finger under his chin and said, "I think it's safe to say you've never seen a woman like me before, period." "True," he said as he went to the bathroom. When he returned I had a pair of panties and a cotton blouse on and was just zipping up my black skirt. "Don't you look all corporate," Tim chided, still naked. "I have to meet Gloria in a half hour, and then go to her convention. Come by when you get off work and I'll let you buy me that dinner you promised." He stood with his hands on his hips studying me. "You're not just using me, are you?" he asked. I stopped buttoning my blazer and swatted his penis, making him jump. "And what if I was," I asked, "you can't say you don't enjoy it." He smiled and I slipped my feet into my pumps and headed for the door. "You can let yourself out, I'll see you tonight," I said, turning to get a final glimpse of muscular Tim and his healthy cock. I met Gloria in the lobby. I had a piece of toast and juice. "So what can I expect today?" I asked. Gloria had a cup of coffee, as yet untouched and was going over her notes. "I'm just delivering the paper and then I want to call you up to the podium to answer whatever questions the audience has, are you alright with that?" she asked. I thought about it and said, "Sure, I guess." "Don't worry, honey," Gloria said putting a hand on my sleeve, "I'll be right beside you." "Did you have a good evening with, ah, what was his name?" Gloria asked. I smiled, "Yes, Tim," I reminded her, "You saw him; all muscles and a large penis. He's a cop, you know." "No, I didn't know and I didn't see his penis, but I did see his muscles," Gloria said, "Very impressive. You sound like Tim could be that 'special someone'." I continued to smile, "Maybe. We're having dinner tonight. We were too distracted last night to eat," I said. Gloria smiled and said, "So that's what it's called now, a distraction?" "No," I said, "It's still just raw, primal sex," and I laughed. We entered the lobby of the Miami Convention Center. "This way," Gloria said as we turned left and headed for the meeting rooms. A sign next to the door said, 'ASST Seminar; Deviant and Abnormal Sex.' I was about to ask Gloria about the topic but she pushed through the double doors and was immediately surrounded by other therapists. She introduced me and each looked at me somewhat as if I were a science project. The speaker on the stage called for quiet and most people took their seats. "This way," Gloria said, taking me by the hand. We climbed the few stairs to the stage and took our seats behind a table. The president of the American Society of Sexual Therapists (ASST) introduced herself as well as those of us on the stage. Gloria's would be the third and final paper presented and it looked as though I was the only 'guest' in attendance. I found the first two papers dull and clinical, but the audience met each with a round of applause after they had been delivered. Now it was Gloria's turn. She looked great in a tailored three-piece suit and she delivered her paper, our paper, almost from memory. When she was finished, everyone applauded and a few on the floor stood up. "Ladies and gentlemen," Gloria said, "and distinguished colleagues, it's my pleasure to introduce Xena, whom which, this paper is written. Xena has consented to take a few questions. Xena, please," and Gloria motioned toward the podium. I stood and walked behind the podium, and Gloria took her seat at the table. Perhaps a full minute passed before a man raised his hand. "Yes," I said, pointing to the man. "Gloria said that you engage in sex three or four times daily, is that true, and do you find that excessive?" I smiled at the man. "It is true, and no, I don't find that excessive. I'm capable of having sex more than that, but that's an average." The look on the man's face was probably that of disbelief. "Do you have one sexual partner or multiple partners?" an older woman asked off to my right. "Multiple partners," I said, "although I do masturbate. Was I wrong to consider that as part of 'having sex'?" The woman laughed, "No, dear, masturbation is part of the sex act." I smiled at her. "Do you find your frequent sexual encounters deviant or abnormal?" a young therapist asked from the middle of the room. "No, although I'm not sure of the definition of either, I find my sexual demands and performance to be normal." "So you consider your sex acts, a demand?" the man who had asked the first question inquired. I laughed and said, "I'm a dominatrix. You can read into that whatever you like, but what I expect and demand from my sexual partners is obedience and compliance." "And your partners enjoy this?" he asked. I smiled at the man and said, "Sometimes, however, if they disobey there may be consequences." "What sort of consequences," a man asked. "Rough sex," I said, "maybe bruises or contusions, maybe a broken bone, but in the end, all of my partners have the best sexual experience and generally the most satisfying orgasm of their lives." "And what do you get out of all this," the first man asked. 'I need to make an example of this guy,' I thought. "Well," I said, walking to the steps and down on to the floor, "I generally have multiple orgasms." I walked directly to his table and stood in front of him. "I get off on controlling my partner, having him or her bend to my will and to some degree, satisfaction in them having the best climax that they had ever had." He looked up at me with his mouth agape. "Do you like muscular women, Paul?" I asked, reading his name tag. "Well, ah, I don't know," he answered. "I see" I said, "well, let me tell you that once you've had sex with a muscle goddess like me, you won't be content with normal women again." There was a gasp from the audience, but I never broke eye contact with Paul or him with me. I lifted the hem of my skirt nearly to my crotch and said, "Look at these legs, Paul, imagine what I could do to you with these legs," and I saw the bulge in his pants. I dropped the hem, and unbuttoned my blazer. "Or imagine lying between my beautiful, huge breasts," I said, cupping one of them. "See my nipple is getting hard just thinking about having you suck on it." The bulge in his crotch was very pronounced, but his stare was riveted to my breast. "Would you like to suck on my tit, Paul?" I asked, "Would you like to know what it's like to have an amazon control you?" He nodded slowly. "Good, Paul," I said, "Then I want you to do one thing for me, baby," and I leaned down, placing a hand on each of his thighs, so that he could see down my blouse and I whispered, "I want you to come for me, honey," and I massaged his erection with my thumbs, "come for your mistress". It was very quiet, and then Paul let out a faint sigh as he climaxed, having no will power to resist. "That's my baby," I said quietly, the wetness spreading across his trousers. As I stood, I grabbed the napkin from his table and wiped my hands. I turned and walked back to the stage, but not before tossing the napkin at the helpless and very embarrassed, Paul. Once back on stage and behind the podium again, I said, "Are there any other questions?" There were none, and an awkward silence followed until the older woman who had asked a question stood and began to clap. Slowly everyone stood and applauded. "Thank you," I said, as people began to mill about. 'I'm sure that's the best demonstration of control and domination that this group has witnessed,' I thought. I couldn't help notice Paul making a dash to the men's restroom. I told Gloria I'd be with her in a minute and quickly followed Paul. I stepped into the men's restroom as he was standing in front of the sink, unbuckling his belt. "You can't come in here," he said. I smiled and said, "I'm sorry I had to make an example out of you, Paul, but I have to ask, did you ever imagine that it was possible for you to have an orgasm just thinking about a woman, about a muscular woman?" He paused, holding on to his trousers, thinking. Softly, he said, "No." "And did you enjoy your 'mental masturbation'?" I asked. He hesitated and then said softly, "Yes." "Good," I said, "But I have one more thing I need to show you, Paul." "What's that?" he asked. "I just need to show you what an amazon is capable of," I said and I went to the nearest stall and ripped the door from its hinges. Once I had it in my hands, I folded it in half and tossed it against the far wall. "Did you like that display of power, Paul?" I asked. He could only nod. "I knew you would, now I have to get back to Gloria, but I want you to go into a stall and jack-off, Paul, while the memory of me is still fresh in your mind, understand?" Again he nodded. I entered the lobby as the convention goers were exiting the meeting room. Several men and women came up to me and said, "Thank you for coming, Xena, thanks for being so open and frank." I nodded and shook their hands. I caught sight of Gloria and stood next to her as she chatted a bit with exiting attendees. As people drifted off to either other seminars or back to their hotel rooms I said, "Was I over the top?" She smiled and said, "No, you were Xena. You were being yourself, and that's what this was all about." I gave her a kiss and said, "There's time for us to make love before Tim gets off work." "Good," she said, "I'd like that." Back at the hotel we went directly to Gloria's room. It was the mirror image of mine. We each undressed and once I removed my skirt, I looked at myself in the mirror above the desk. I pulled up on the sides of my nylon panties stretching the fabric over my still flaccid clit. The cool fabric felt good on my nub, as I call it. Gloria stood behind me and drew her hands across my abs, allowing her hands to play over my muscles, her cheek against my back. "I think everyone in that room wants to be where I am right now," she said. I chuckled, and said, "But I'm glad it's you and not any of them, baby." She allowed her hands to wander down to the front panel of the pair of panties I was wearing and stroked my clit beneath the fabric. "I saw you go into the men's room, was that to yell at Paul?" Gloria asked. "Not at all," I said, "I wanted to ask if he enjoyed coming in his pants at the thought of making love to me." "And did he?" she asked. "Yes," I said, "he admitted he did. I also showed him how strong I was by ripping the door off of one of the toilet stalls and folding it in half." Gloria chuckled, "I suppose the association will be billed for that." I laughed and turned, taking Gloria in my arms and kissed her in the crook of her neck. By the time I picked Gloria up and laid her on the bed, I was fully erect. I was standing at the foot of the bed and Gloria asked, "Have you told Tim about that," indicating my erect clit. "No, I'll tell him tonight," I said, "but right now I want to concentrate on pleasing you." Gloria smiled and said, "I'd like that." I knelt on the bed and straddled her waist, and as I massaged her breasts, she raised her head and at first kissed the head of my clit and then took it in her mouth. "Hmm," I said as she worked her tongue around my shaft, "I'm supposed to be the one pleasing you." She stopped briefly and said, "What makes you think you aren't?" and she continued while rubbing my thighs. Gloria stopped and looked up at me and said, "Now, Xena, please, pleasure me with that cock." I moved down and slowly entered her. Her breath caught and I began to pump, slowly at first and then increased my strokes. Gloria exploded three times in the next half hour as I continued to punish her vulva. Glancing at the bedside clock, I slowed my rhythm. 'It's nearly time that Tim gets off,' I thought. Withdrawing from Gloria I stroked my clit. Gloria was panting hard and watching her chest rise and fall made me horny. Within minutes I came, sending my cum arcing across her abdomen. I bent and licked the wetness, and then kissed her navel. "I need to go get ready, baby, Tim will be by shortly. Will you be alright?" Through half closed eyes she said, "Yeah, I'm going to take a nap, and then get a bite to eat. Call me in the morning." "I will," I promised as I put my skirt on and my blazer. I carried my panties, shoes and blouse to my room. I had just gotten out of the shower when Tim came. He wore shorts, a Hawaiian print shirt and Topsiders. His shorts fit snug over his muscular thighs, the outline of his penis in his left pants leg. His broad chest and muscular arms stretched his shirt to the near ripping point. "Have a seat," I said, "I've got something to tell you. Well, show you really." He sat on the bed, a concerned look on his face. "You know how I've said that I have sex with men as well as women?" I asked. He nodded, "Well, I wanted you to see my clit," and he looked down at it, "but I wanted you to see it when it's erect." He looked up and I could tell he wasn't sure what I meant. "It's best to just show you, so watch," I said and I stroked my nub, between my index finger and thumb, my clit became erect within minutes and I was large enough to take my shaft in the palm of my hand. "Xena, that's amazing," Tim said, but I couldn't tell whether he was pleased by the sight of it or repulsed. "You don't think I'm a freak, do you Tim?" I asked. "No, baby," he said as he stared at my erection. "I'm not as big as you, but the women I've had haven't complained," I said, stepping close to him. After a brief hesitation, he lifted my clit and I laughed and said, "I'm all woman, Tim, you won't find any balls there, but Gloria's husband altered me by putting in an artificial urethra so that my clit can perform similar to a penis. I wanted you to know." He stood up and hugged me. "Thanks, baby," he said, "Thanks for having the guts to show me, although it does feel strange to have your 'cock' next to mine," and he laughed. 'It is a little odd,' I thought, 'although I've had a functioning clit for quite some time now'. I put on a pair of shorts and a tank top and we left heading down the street, back to the caf' that we had gone to the night before. The ma#tre de showed us once again to a table. "#Hola, Tim, es usted y su amigo yendo realmente comer esta vez?" Maria said as she came to our table. "Please, Maria, in English," Tim said. "As you wish," she said and then turned to me and said, "I just asked if you were really going to eat this evening." "We are," I said to Maria, smiling, "I'll have the chicken enchiladas with rice and black beans." "Very good," she said, "and for you, Tim?" "I'll just have the same," Tim said. "Anything to drink?" she inquired. "Just ice tea for me," I said. "Make that two," Tim said. We made small talk during dinner. He asked me about the seminar and I told him how one of the attendees had grilled me about me being a dominatrix and sexually promiscuous. "Dominatrix, sexually promiscuous," Tim asked, "Are you?" "Am I what, a dominatrix, perhaps in some people's minds, I just prefer to be in control," I replied, "As far as being sexually promiscuous, I enjoy sex and my partners enjoy sex, so I don't see the harm. I just have a very active libido. If it's a matter of frequency of sex, I like to just think I'm 'healthier' than most of my female counterparts." Tim chuckled and said, "Well, I love you just the way you are," and put a hand on mine. 'Love,' I thought, 'how did he mean that?' "What did you say to the guy that was 'grilling' you?" Tim asked. "I made his come in his pants," I said, and Tim looked at me. "Really?" he asked. "Really," I said, "I planted a mental image of me and my muscles in his head and played into his fantasy. He had to run off to the bathroom to clean his self," and I chuckled. "Was he mad?" Tim asked. "I don't think so, I went into the men's room and asked him," I said. "Really?" Tim asked. I laughed and said, "You keep saying, 'really', like you don't believe me." "No, it's not that, it's just that, well," Tim said, "sometimes you are just unbelievable," and he laughed. Tim told me about his day; making an arrest of a drunk, warning a woman to wear her bikini bottom and taking two reports of stolen wallets from peoples towels. "Still looking at the naked ladies on the beach," I said. "Yeah, but none that can compare to you," he said, "By the way, I have tomorrow off; I thought maybe we could spend it together." "It's our last day in Miami," I said, "Gloria had mentioned about going to the beach." "Would you mind if I tagged along?" Tim asked, "The prospect of spending a day on the sand with two gorgeous naked women is too much to pass up." I smiled and said, "I don't think you could handle us both, but I'll ask Gloria." Dinner was superb and Tim paid the check. Maria dropped of the change and as we were getting ready to leave, Tim caught me looking at Maria as she walked away from our table. "Are you attracted to her?" he asked. "What's not to like; tall, dark and beautiful, you dated her, and you found her attractive." He mulled that over. "I don't know if Maria would be in to having sex with another woman," Tim said. "A lot of the women I've been with probably thought the same, but like I told you at the hotel, none have left disappointed." "OK, OK," Tim said as he put his arm, "Come on stud muffin, maybe some other time you and Maria can hook up, but tonight I want you all for myself." Walking back to the hotel, I didn't know how I felt about Tim. 'Is he as controlling as I am,' I wondered, and what did he mean when he said he 'loved me' the way I am? To be continued ...