by L J K Cross
Amanda knew there was no point answering. He was lost in his own fantasy world of female muscle. Without even realising he dropped to his knees, placed his head between her rock hard thighs, unwittingly sacrificing him self to the human guillotine.
“Do you reckon you could break my ribs with your scissors? Could you make me pass out if you squeezed your thighs round my neck?” he wheezed, already feeling the pressure of all that relaxed muscle bearing down on his neck.
Amanda had had enough. She had been standing around listening to his garbled rant for about fifteen minutes now. She was beginning to get a headache and needed to shut him up. Not that it would require much effort. Blokes like him were usually all talk.
Amanda gently tensed her thighs and felt them tighten their grip on his neck. There wasn’t a whimper, not even a squirm of discomfort, so Amanda continued to apply the pressure and gradually tightened her stranglehold. It was almost too easy. If she had wanted to she could have made him pass out with a single windpipe wrenching, garrotting flex of her thighs. That is if she had wanted to but already her mind was drifting and paying little attention to the spluttering, sniffling fool whose head was jammed between her thighs. Amanda’s eyes drifted over to the clock on the beside table to see how much longer she had to play along with this charade. Mentally she was making preparations for packing and inevitably turned her thoughts to seeing Alexander again.
A desperate slapping on her thighs brought Amanda back to the present. In her absentmindedness she had been totally oblivious to the floundering pleas for mercy. Immediately Amanda released her hold, looked down on her prey and smiled victoriously. It pleased her to see him red faced and gasping on the floor. Maybe now he would be a bit more subdued. Hopefully his exasperating enthusiasm had been dimmed. He was still on his knees, his hands clutching at his mangled throat, before he had recovered his breath enough to speak.
“That…was…good,” he gasped. “But ...” he paused. Amanda wasn’t sure if he was struggling to breathe or was just unsure about what he was going to say next.
“I did imagine that I would have tapped out much earlier,” he said timidly. “Did you use all your strength to scissor me?”
“Of course I didn’t,” sneered Amanda. “There is no way someone like you could cope with my scissors.”
Amanda was struggling to hide her annoyance. But even if he had noticed, nothing could diminish his desire to be totally dominated by her muscle.
“But I want to. I really do,” he implored, staggering to his feet and swaying as the blood came rushing back. “Please. I am begging you. I would do anything just to feel the full force of your power, even if it was just for a couple of seconds. Please!”
“I know. I – I know,” he stammered, getting carried away by the thought of what he was about to suggest. “Let’s wrestle. Best of three. Then you can just throw me about and totally destroy me. It’ll be a complete whitewash!” he gushed.
Amanda couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Did this guy have a death wish or something? She really was not in the mood and couldn’t wait for the session to end.
“Fine. We’ll wrestle then if that is what you really want,” sighed Amanda.
He didn’t need to be told twice. Immediately he took his position in the centre of the room, poised and ready to pounce, like an angry leprechaun who had just had his pot of gold stolen. Reluctantly Amanda took up her position opposite him, trying not to look at him for fear of bursting out laughing. He tried to take Amanda by surprise by locking on before she was ready and use his body weight to throw her. Amanda didn’t budge, not even to take a step back to steady herself. Instead she slipped his feeble grip with very little effort. Before he realised what had happened, Amanda came up from behind, threw her arms around his neck and secured him in a choke that tightened with every futile attempt to resist. Within seconds of twisting her knotted bicep into his Adam’s apple, he was clutching at her forearm and tapping to be released.
“One nil to you,” he exclaimed with glee and came towards her again, eager to take his second beating. This time Amanda was ready for him and as he came within striking distance, she ducked down low and with the gentlest of sweeps took his legs out from under him. He fell hard on his back, his head hitting the floor with a loud thud. He must have thought he had blacked out as Amanda’s granite glutes slammed down on his face, smothering the very life out of him. Amanda looked down at the inert, lifeless body splayed out underneath her and panicked. He didn’t even seem to be breathing. But when she freed him from her suffocating hold, she turned round to find him beaming back at her blissfully, as if he had just been to heaven and back.
“Aawwwh! Why did you release me? I didn’t even tap out. I could have taken so much more of those glorious glutes sitting on my face. You meanie,” he whined playfully.
“Is that really the best you’ve got?” he goaded and gave a teasing wink just for good measure. Amanda snapped.
“If you are trying to wind me up you are going about it the right way. I’ve had enough of you and your silly little games!” she declared in a dark and measured tone, making sure to conserve every single ounce of strength for what was coming next. Without warning, and ignoring the gleeful smile spreading across his face, Amanda roughly grabbed him under the arm and leg. Maybe because she was ripping mad, or maybe because she was used to throwing much heavier weights around, she lifted him like he was a rag doll. With one thrust Amanda bounced him off her chest and flung him high above her head, without barely needing to use her legs at all. She let him dangle there for a few moments, giving him just enough time to take in how easily she had manhandled him. Just so that he would not be left in any doubt as to question the supremacy of her strength ever again.
Then, from high above her head, she let him go. He fell hard. Simultaneously his back and the bed seemed to snap in two with one tremendous crashing crack but still that gormless smile persisted. Amanda jumped on him in an instant, intent on wiping it off his face once and for all. Her tree trunk sized thighs clamped his head in their vice like grip and squeezed out every drop of pent up aggression, frustration and disappointment from the past few days. Amanda could see his face turn red, then purple, then blue, then green. She could see his alarmed eyes popping out of their sockets and his useless mouth opening and closing like a fish out of the water. She could also see him wildly tapping at her leg but she took no notice. Not even when his efforts to submit became more and more diminished as his oxygen supply began to run out. Viewing his pathetic feebleness, Amanda felt replete with a narcissistic sense of satisfaction.
“Do you doubt my strength now?” she sneered. There was no reply. She wasn’t expecting one.
“You should be careful what you wish for. The reality can be all too real.”
And with that she released him and walked away, not looking back to check if he was ok or alive even.
The last thing Amanda saw of him was as he scurried out the door in a state of undress, tripping and stumbling, in his haste to escape. He exited the room even faster than he had entered.
“You shouldn’t take on someone more powerful than yourself. You are guaranteed to lose,” proclaimed Amanda prophetically.
One down, one to go. Amanda only had half an hour to try and bring some semblance of order back to the room. It looked like a demolition derby had just driven through. She needed to make herself look a bit more presentable too and change her attire ready for an altogether different type of session. This final session of Amanda’s would be a first for her – a couple. She really wasn’t quite sure what to expect or what was to be expected of her but she was still feeling fired up after her indomitable destroying rampage. With that in mind Amanda slipped into her sexiest red satin corset with matching suspenders and fishnet stockings. Amanda checked herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. The fishnets stretched and strained over her thighs. The corset cinched and constricted at the waist making her upper body appear to flare to mesmerising proportions
. Amanda started to get excited and could feel the blood surging to her most erogenous zones. Fortunately the half cups in the corset and the crotchless panties did not restrict but rather drew immediate attention to her hard nipples and swollen clit. There was a knock at the door. Captivated like Narcissus, she struggled to turn away from her reflection, so consuming was her vanity as she stood admiring her physique. She couldn’t help but think what Alexander would make of her outfit.
Amanda opened the door to find a couple in their late forties stood waiting to be invited in. To a casual passerby they probably looked like just another average, albeit slightly tipsy, couple making their way back to their room after an enjoyable evening out. But this was Las Vegas after all and all sorts of outlandish and sordid antics were guaranteed to be going on behind any number of hotel bedroom doors. But even by Las Vegas standards this particular couple’s evening was about to get a whole lot wilder than most.
From the moment Amanda invited them in she was in no doubt as to whose idea tonight’s rendezvous had been. His eyes had nearly popped out of their sockets when Amanda had first opened the door and he hadn’t been able to avert his lubricious gaze since. She, on the other hand, was desperately trying to look anywhere other than at Amanda. His evident excitement had spilled over into garrulous, incessant rambling as he remained oblivious to the fact that his wife had yet to utter a word. From the look on her face she daren’t open her mouth for fear of crying out in panic. And still he continued to bombard Amanda with the explicit details of their most daring sexual exploits to date. Amanda wasn’t sure if his intention was to impress or arouse but either way he failed miserably. The only emotion his randy recital elicited was one of slight trepidation as it all seemed fairly tame in light of what Amanda had in store for them.
By now Amanda had had time to take them both in. The woman had obviously gone to a lot of trouble getting ready that evening despite her best efforts being eclipsed by her outdated sense of style. The shoulder length permed hair and the eighties inspired, shoulder padded jacket did little to flatter her. Amanda noted how she kept nervously adjusting her tight tan coloured dress. It wasn’t that the dress was several sizes too small for her but rather she seemed suddenly self-conscious as to how she measured up against Amanda who was in peak physical condition and quite a few years younger.
He on the other hand oozed confidence. It was obvious that he had the upper hand in the relationship. It was obvious that this was his fantasy they were indulging. If Amanda were to hazard a guess she would have said that they were both on their second, or maybe in his case, third, or even fourth marriage. It seemed that he had come out the other side of divorce, unscathed, only to grow in confidence and sexual prowess. In correlation, as he had become more self-assured, she had become more insecure, more conscious of her age and more desperate to please him and hang onto him. Hence why they were here in Amanda’s hotel room. Amanda couldn’t help but feel slightly sorry for her.
It seemed he was ready for the show to begin as he took his pew in the chair on the far side of the bed.
“Go on Amanda,” he encouraged. “Show her those muscles. Show her what you can do with them.” Already his pants were down round his ankles and his cock was hard at the mere thought of Amanda unleashing her muscles on his wife.
“I want to see you overpower her. Make her pleasure you,” he urged, breathing heavier and harder. “Linda wants to have all those muscles too. Don’t you Lin?” he added almost as an after thought. In a halfhearted gesture to show willing, she made a small step towards Amanda but still everything else about her body language screamed that she wanted to run a mile.
Amanda circled her slowly, taking her time, teasing him with the image of their two contrasting physiques and the thought of what was going to happen next. Amanda slid up behind her, flexing her upper body to twice its usual size, looking like a cobra ready to attack its prey. He gasped at the metamorphosis and began to stroke his cock harder. As Amanda grabbed her prey gently round the neck with one hand, she slipped the other into the top of her dress and began to stroke her nipples. At the first touch, Amanda felt every sinew in Linda’s body stiffen, but suspected it was due to fear rather than pleasure. With one swift tug, Amanda pulled down the top half of the dress, freeing Linda’s soft, swollen breasts but conveniently managing to trap Linda’s arms by her side in her partially disrobed state. As Amanda’s left hand massaged and caressed Linda’s breasts, relishing their smooth fullness, Amanda’s right hand eased up the inside of her thigh and between her legs.
“That’s it Amanda,” he panted. “Play with that pussy. Make her wet. You know she wants it.” Amanda felt like she was being spurred on from the sidelines by an exceedingly hairy, hefty and horny cheerleader. But despite Amanda’s best efforts to get a response, she stood stock still as if frozen with fear.
Amanda pushed her forward onto the bed, angling her body to afford him the best front row view. At least one of them should be able to leave satisfied, thought Amanda. With his wife facing away from him and kneeling on all fours, Amanda aggressively tugged the dress down over her ample bottom, taking her knickers off too, leaving her completely exposed and naked on the bed. Again Amanda paced and played for time. She was amused to see them both trembling, one with excitement, the other with trepidation, as they waited for her to make her next move. The mere placing of Amanda’s hands on her pale fleshy ass cheeks was all the encouragement he needed.
“Dominate that ass,” he demanded excitedly. “Own it. Abuse it. Treat her rough,” he pleaded as he rubbed his cock more and more vigorously, his pre cum flying everywhere. Amanda grabbed handfuls of flesh, not caring how hard her nails dug in and pulled her ass cheeks wide apart. With one long lick Amanda traced her tongue from the tip of her pussy to the top of her ass cheeks. She felt Linda flinch and try to pull away. Amanda dug her nails in deeper, grabbing more flabby flesh and buried her face in her pussy. It was bone dry. As Amanda’s tongue furiously flicked her clit, then delved deep into her pussy and then twirled teasingly round the rim of her asshole, there was not the slightest twitch or quiver in response.
Amanda came up for air and slapped her ass cheek hard with frustration.
“Shit,” winced Linda through gritted teeth. Amanda smirked to herself. At least that had managed to get a reaction. It had also left a bloody big red imprint.
“Yeah! That’s it. Spank that ass. Show her who is boss,” he shouted.
Amanda landed several more short, severe slaps. Each slap was greeted by a cheer from him and a muffled scream from her. The more he was getting turned on, the more reluctant she became. Amanda had never been in such a farcical situation before. In one swift deft move taken straight from the wrestling ring, Amanda flipped her over and slammed down hard on top of her. All three groaned in unison; one in ecstasy, one in amusement and one in sheer agony. With just one hand holding her arms above her head, Amanda had her held captive, leaving her other hand free to roam. As her fingers wandered lower down her body, stroking, circling, lingering at will, her prisoner squirmed and struggled more and more frantically.
“Why are you trying to fight me?” asked Amanda. Both her look and tone threatened retribution if she continued to resist. Her victim turned stone still and silent beneath her as if she had stared into the eyes of Medusa herself. Amanda continued to fix her with a hard, steely stare, their faces literally inches apart, as she snaked her legs between those of her prey, prizing them apart with precision and ease.
Without warning, Amanda thrust her fingers deep inside her pussy. Nothing. Just dry and desolate. The only reaction was a slight intake of breath.
“Fuck that pussy. Fuck her deep. Make her cum hard,” he panted as he summoned all his will power to ensure he didn’t explode himself. He was enjoying the spectacle way too much to want it to end prematurely.
“Tell him how good it feels. Tell him just how much you are enjoying it,” demanded Amanda forcing her fingers in deeper and harder. There was a nervous
pause. Only the sound of fast and frantic wet strokes could be heard.
“It...”she fumbled for the right words or the right tone of credibility.” It feels good, really good,” she added and looked directly at him for the first time since they had entered the room. His enthusiastic reaction seemed to stimulate her much more than Amanda’s fingers ever could.
“It is making me so wet being finger fucked by all these muscles,” she lied.
“That’s it baby,” he yelled, throwing back his head. “I want to see you cum hard being fucked by all those muscles.”
This was more like it, thought Amanda. At least now she was playing along with the charade rather than just lying around like an incongruous prop and getting in the way. They could start to really have some fun now – now that everyone was reading from the same script. Amanda decided to switch things up and placed her moist fingers in her victim’s mouth.
“Suck them,” whispered Amanda threateningly in her ear. “Show him how tasty and wet you are.” Amanda noticed a flinch of hesitation behind the eyes before she obliged by taking her fingers noisily in her mouth.
“Mmmmmm,” she slurped, her eyes fixed firmly on her husband, as her tongue took long deliberate licks. “So sweet and juicy.”
“Now ask him what he wants to see you doing next.”
He didn’t even wait to be asked. “I want to see her sucking on that big muscular pussy. Take all of that big juicy clit in your mouth baby.”
He was already up and walking over to the bed, eager to get up close and as personal as possible to the action. Amanda now had her arms trapped under her legs as she knelt and lowered her succulent clit into the partially opened, and still slightly reluctant, mouth.
“You heard what he said. Now open that mouth and let him see you take all of this hard clit,” ordered Amanda as her victims face disappeared between her legs. Amanda couldn’t tell if she was genuinely pleasuring her or if she was just wildly moving her mouth to protest or even just to gasp for air but either way it had the desired effect and only made Amanda writhe wilder on her face. She was too close, too turned on to care anyway. She hadn’t even seen him creeping closer and closer until he was stood directly over them, his hard cock inches from her bouncing breasts, aimed and ready to fire. Amanda couldn’t resist any longer. Just one firm squeeze of her strong grip clamped round his hot shaft was all it took to send them both over the edge. As he released his load on Amanda’s pumped chest, Amanda let out a guttural scream and clamped her thighs hard round her victim’s head as she exploded in spasmodic ecstasy. They both came long and hard, so worked up were they by the prolonged foreplay.
