As Seen from the Other Side
Dwayne held his breath, crouching behind the receptionist's desk,as he watched the muscular beauty raise and lower the impossiblylarge dumbbells.
"Eight ... Nine ... Ten," he counted to himself. She droppedthe huge dumbbells -- dumbbells so large he didn't know if hecould curl them using BOTH arms -- and struck a pose with herimpressively-tensed biceps. The sight made his knees weak. God,but she was awesome!
He had snuck into the spa just before closing, hoping to catch aneyeful of some built babes. But he hadn't anticipated hittingsuch a gold mine! This woman had to be over six feet of packed,sexy muscle! She had wide, well-developed shoulders -- you couldbet that SHE never needed shoulder pads in her blouses! A broadchest that hadn't sacrificed an enormous pair of breasts -- a guycould get lost in there, Dwayne thought dreamily. The scantyblack leotard she wore accentuated her physique more than coveredit, outlining every magnificently-defined muscle. How couldanyone be that beautiful AND that built?!?
Dwayne couldn't take his eyes off this goddess! She was still inher biceps pose; he could scarcely breathe as he drank in thosepowerful arms. "They had to be 17 or 18 inches around!" hethought. His eyes traveled over the beautifully-defined musclesof her body. He finally brought his gaze up to her face. Highcheek bones and almond-shaped, green eyes. He had at firstmistaken her for Asian because of her face. But no Asian hadsuch long, flaming-red hair, currently tied back severely in along, flowing ponytail.
He smiled as he let his gaze travel down to her feet. This waswhat had given her away -- what had clued him in about what sheREALLY wanted. Instead of tennis shoes, she was wearing thesexiest black shoes he had ever seen! For a workout? Ha! Heknew what kind of workout she was looking for!
As if in response to his unspoken thought, she sighed and ran herfingers across the thin leotard covering her stomach. She smiledat the feel of the hard, rippled washboard those fingersencountered. Dwayne sighed too and it was all he could do tokeep his hands out of his pants to relieve the strain this sightwas having on him. He watched her stroke the impressive musclesof her abdomen lovingly. "Oh yeah!" thought Dwayne, "she wantsit!"
The statuesque goddess wiped the sweat from her forehead andstarted for the locker room, startling Dwayne. Leaving? It wasnow or never! He mustered his courage.
"Hey baby!" he said smoothly, stepping out from around the deskthat had been hiding him. "I couldn't help but notice youexercising, there," he said with an ingratiating grin.
The beautiful muscle woman looked at him in apparent confusion,then coolly continued on into the locker room, beyond his reachliterally and figuratively. Dwayne felt like he had been kickedin the guts. She hadn't even bothered to speak during her cruelrejection! "She should be flattered -- some guys would be turnedoff by a chick that had more muscles than they did!" he thought. His feelings of rejection turned to anger.
"Hey, what gives YOU the right to cop an attitude," he calledafter her. "It's not like you're any beauty or anything!"
There was no answer. That stung Dwayne more than anything else. She was just a freak -- no woman should be that big! "She'sprobably just a lesbo or something!" Dwayne thought bitterly.
His shoulders slumped in defeat, Dwayne took one last partingshot at the woman who had so wounded his ego: "Fucking horse!" heshouted into the locker room. He wanted to hurt her as bad asshe had hurt him. "Hell with her!" he thought. "I've got otherthings I could be doing instead of lusting after some dyke!" Heturned to leave.
"HEY YOU LITTLE SONUVABITCH!" The shout startled him. He turnedto see the beautiful muscle woman standing at the doorway of thelocker room. "GET BACK HERE!" she shouted. Dwayne fought anurge to run out the door. A terrible transformation had comeover the woman. She was panting with rage and her face wastwisted with anger. The woman stormed over to him and stood,towering and menacing.
"Just where the HELL do you get off calling me a 'horse,' yousorry little excuse for a man?!" she shouted, a light spray ofspittle hitting his face. Dwayne stood looking at her, blinkingnervously at this furious woman as she panted with anger. "Youknow what I think?" she asked. Dwayne swallowed loudly, but saidnothing. "Geez, is she worked up!" he thought fearfully, eyeingher well-muscled body from a different perspective.
"I think I ought to beat the shit out of you," she hissed in aquiet, dangerous voice.
Dwayne chuckled nervously. In spite of her incredibly muscularbody, she WAS just a woman!
"D-don't be ridiculous!" he said, hating the stammer thatemphasized his nervousness. "Y-you're just a woman!" He saw thewoman looking at him appraisingly. He realized that he was atleast four inches shorter than her and about 50 pounds lighter. He saw her grinned evilly.
"JUST a woman?" she asked, cocking her head as if she couldn'tbelieve she'd her correctly. She pushed her arm into his faceand slowly bulged her biceps. The swelling muscle pressedagainst his nose and forced his head back slightly. "Does thislook like JUST a woman to you?" she demanded.
It didn't. It looked like the largest, most muscular arm he hadever seen on any woman OR man! His stomach churned suddenly withthe realization that she probably COULD hurt him. Bad! Thethought of being beaten up by a woman made his knees weak withfear.
Dwayne pushed her arm away in panic, a cold sheen of sweatbreaking out over his body. "Get away from me, you freak," hespat. "I know your type! You're the kind who secretly wants tobe a man so she can have sex with REAL women!"
The muscle woman looked stunned. "You calling me a lesbian?" she asked incredulously. She stared at him for several seconds, thenlaughed. "A lesbian?! No, I'm no lesbian," she chuckled, aftershe'd caught her breath. She stopped smiling suddenly and lookedat him intently. Dwayne didn't like that look. She wet herlips. "And I AM a 'real' woman! In fact, I think I'll prove itto you as I beat the living shit out of you."
"And maybe I'll just use my sex to beat you within an inch ofyour miserable life," she said with a quiet smile.
Dwayne had no idea what she meant, but was VERY clear on thethreatening tone. He began backing up slowly. The muscle womanadvanced.
"Ever been raped?" she asked in a husky voice. Dwayne felt histesticles crawl up into his body and felt his limbs trembling. This bitch was serious! She had a crazed, sadistic look in hereyes and was flexing her muscled arms as she came steadilytowards him.
Dwayne's earlier lust for the woman had long-turned to dread; hetried to jump her, intent on knocking her down and running forthe door. Macho be damned, this bitch was crazy!
His attack wasn't successful; she caught him easily in a bear hugand lifted him from his feet. He kicked and struggled, butcouldn't escape the grip of those massively-muscled arms. Shejust held him tightly, like she was enjoying the feel of hisfutile struggles. Maybe she'd let go...?
No such luck. She must have gotten bored just holding him firmlybecause she squeezed him tightly, crushing the air from hislungs.
"Tell me again how I'm JUST a woman," she grunted, mashing himagainst her wide chest. Dwayne worked his mouth, but no soundscame out. She continued to crush him cruelly against her, hertriceps bulging out impressively as her powerful arms tightenedlike jungle pythons. "How long can she keep this up???" he criedto himself. He felt like his insides were getting squeezed rightout of him. Finally, all he could do was just hang limply in hergrasp, all of the fight crushed out of him.
He was dimly aware of the muscle woman repositioning her grip tograb him by a leg and arm. She then hoisted him above her head,holding him aloft and helpless. This brought him around and hesuddenly became aware of JUST how tall she was. He was at leasta dozen feet in the air! Dwayne found his breath and screamedfor her not to drop him.
She held him aloft for almost a minute, savoring his anguishedcries. Then she stepped out from under him, letting him plummetto the hard, carpeted floor with a resounding THUD.
Dwayne was dazed. Before he could raise himself from the floor,she pounced on him, wrapping her heavily-muscled thighs aroundhis head. He was too disoriented to be aware of her locking herankles until she began pouring on the pressure -- he grabbedfrantically at her legs in a futile effort to pry those vise-likelimbs from his head.
He felt her lean back to put some serious strength into thesqueeze. Dwayne was paralyzed by the crushing pressure. Hishands waved with outstretched fingers before ineffectually comingto rest back on the muscle woman's massive thighs. He couldn'tmove. He couldn't even think! She kept up the pressure for whatseemed like several minutes, until Dwayne began beating his heelshelplessly against the floor, crying in anguish. He could feelher damp crotch pressed against the back of his head.
She finally released him from the grip of her deadly legs. Freedfrom the crush of her thighs, Dwayne could only writhe in pain onthe floor, dimly aware of the muscle woman rubbing her crotch asshe watched him spasm helplessly.
"C'mere," she husked, grabbing him by the hair. She stripped offthe top of her leotard and pushed a large breast into his face. "Suck it," she demanded. Dwayne, still recovering from the agonyher slab-like thighs had inflicted, didn't react and staredslack-jawed at her muscular chest. It seemed even larger thisclose.
"GodDAMMIT! I said 'SUCK!'" she screamed, pushing his facebetween her mammoth breasts. Dwayne couldn't breathe. He beganbucking and scrabbling, trying to escape, but she gripped theback of his head firmly while squeezing her large mounds tightlyaround his head. His struggles became weaker and weaker until the suffocating breasts blacked him out completely.
He didn't know how long he was out, but he finally awoke tostinging slaps to his face. The muscle woman had him by the hairand was slapping him repeatedly. "God, I can't hope to stopher," he realized in fear. "She can do whatever she wants to meand there's nothing I can do about it."
The beautiful red-head pulled his head back savagely. "Needair?" she sneered. She slipped off one of her large black shoesand, using his hair for leverage, forced his face deeply into thedamp, sweaty, pungent depths of the inside of the shoe. Herocked his head feebly, attempting to escape the overpowering,cloying odor, but she clamped the shoe tightly to his face,holding it by the bottom so the heel area fit snugly around hisnose and the rest fit firmly around his mouth.
His lungs were still starved for air from her suffocation of himwith her breasts. He couldn't resist her any longer. Slumpingin resignation, he stopped struggling and breathed deeply, takingin the sweaty, overwhelming aroma through ragged breaths. Thesmell made his head spin, but she kept him like this for severalminutes. He could feel hot tears of shame forming in his eyes ashe endured this degradation.
"Not so tough, now, are you hotshot!?" she demanded. She pulledhim to his feet and again presented her massive breast. "Readyto suck this?" she asked conversationally, "or do I tuck mypanties into your big mouth?"
Dwayne was ready! The last thing he wanted to do was anger herfurther. He latched onto her nipple and began sucking furiously. Holding the back of his head, she forced his face hard againsther breast, switching his head from breast to breast as shemoaned in pleasure.
"OK, time for something different," she announced. "I think youmay be enjoying yourself too much. Let's see what that tonguecan do in other places..." She lifted one of her massively-muscled arms.
Dwayne was slow to realize what she had in mind. "What morecould she do to degrade me?" he thought, staring vacantly at hershaved armpit. Realization dawned.
"You mean? Oh n-no! I..." But the angry muscle woman wasn'tinterested in arguments. She caught him by the back of his headand forced his face into her exposed armpit. "Lick me!" sheordered. Dwayne tried to shout his refusal, but the sounds weremuffled as his face was mashed into her armpit. Angrily, sheforced her muscular arm down, crushing Dwayne's trapped head.
While the pressure wasn't as intense as her crushing thighs, itwas enough to get Dwayne's attention. He had no desire to gethis head crushed again. He began frantically tonguing her,bathing her shaven armpits with his tongue, licking away all ofher accumulated sweat. He could hear her moaning loudly.
The amazon forced his head under her other arm and he obliginglyprovided a tongue bath for that armpit. Her moans changed togrowls of frustration. Dwayne's fear increased. Now what?!? Wasn't this what she wanted?
Without warning, she jerked Dwayne's head back, causing him tofall back on the floor. In a few rough movements, she strippedoff the confining leotard and stood, towering and naked beforehim. A goddess, rippling with physical power.
"Strip! And then lie on your back!" she commanded, massaging herdripping pussy. "I have GOT to come and quickly. And you, Mr"You're a horse and a lesbian," are going to be the toy that getsme off."
With trembling fingers, Dwayne undressed and lay obediently onthe carpeted floor. Like a lioness in heat, she pounced on him,quickly squatting on his face and entrapping his head between herpowerful thighs. Dwayne's head spun and his hands reflexivelywent to his stiffening cock. But the lust-crazed amazon quicklygrabbed his arms and pinned them beneath her strong legs. All ofthis was for HER pleasure, not his, he realized! Dwayne didn'tneed any direction: fear and lust made him bury his face in theamazon's dripping snatch and lick for all he was worth. He feltthe muscle woman lean back, burying his nose between the cheeksof her firm, muscular ass.
Slowly, she fucked his defenseless face. He could feel thetrembling spreading through her thick, muscled body as hisslavish tongue serviced her. He felt her lock her heels underand behind his head, forcing his helpless face even deeper intoher gyrating ass and sopping cunt. It felt like his face wasburied, ear-deep, in her crotch. His nose had actually beenpushed partway up her hot, pungent asshole. His mouth wascompletely enveloped by her thick, swollen cunt lips. "I can'tbreathe!" he thought with fear. He had stopped licking, but thesex-crazed amazon obviously didn't need that anymore as shecontinued to sadistically fuck his face.
As she ground her crotch on his face, Dwayne realized thegiantess had made good her threat: she was literally subduing himwith her sex. She owned him. Strangely, this realization madehis balls tingle with anticipation. "I'm going to come!" herealized. "Oh please, no! Not that! That will be her finalvictory -- making me come as she uses me for her own pleasure! Proof that she can use me as she wants."
But Dwayne couldn't hold back. Overwhelmed by the savage face-fucking he was getting, Dwayne arched his back and shot streamafter stream. He had no idea where it landed, his face stillburied in the amazon's crotch.
He wanted to gulp in air now, but the muscle woman seemed muchtoo far into her own pleasure. She continued to rub herselflustfully on his helpless face. After what seemed hours of thistreatment, he dropped into merciful unconsciousness. He wasdimly aware of the amazon picking up the tempo of her gyrations.
"She's going to kill me with her pussy and ass," he thoughtdimly. "A grown man, snuffed by the power of her groin." Strangely, he found himself excited by this ... wanting thisfinal, ultimate domination.
The amazon was now bucking on his face furiously. Some part ofhim sensed her impending climax and reached up to meet it. Then,it hit. As she hit her climax, it felt like his life essence wasviolently sucked from his mouth by her throbbing, all-encompassing cunt. "She IS a goddess," was his last thoughtbefore his life was violently wrenched from his body and leachedinto hers.
He didn't hear her screams as her body was racked by climax. Hedidn't feel the spurts of cunt juice that splattered against hisface, still clenched between her hard, muscular thighs -- almostas if she were an animal, showing her disdain for a foe so easilydefeated.
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