I carefully decided what to wear for my first encounter with a real bodybuilder, wanting to show off my very firm, five-foot-five, 115-pound, 37C-23-35 body. I decided on a simple white-silk top that clung to my firm breasts and a short black-leather miniskirt that showed off my great legs. Of course, I wore no bra and my skimpiest panties.
Just around closing the next night, I looked up and saw him. He looked even bigger than I thought he would. He was wearing a Gold’s Gym sweatshirt and baggy muscle pants. His enormous shoulders tapered to the tightest ass you can imagine. He was in his late twenties, about my age, very well groomed, with dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. His rugged good looks fit the rest of him perfectly.
I thanked him for stopping in and suggested we step into the fitting room to take his measurements. I had to stretch my arms to get the tape measure around his enormous chest. While doing this, I could feel how rock-hard he was. His pecs felt like slabs of granite, his back muscles rippled right through the thick sweat-shirt. Wanting to see more of his body, I thought quickly and pointed out that we could get the best results if he would slip out of his shirt. He was more than willing to accommodate. I think he was catching on to my little game, as he noticed my nipples harden.
It was staggering! I was standing in front of my very own Hercules-deep tan, bulging muscles, and the smoothest skin. This guy was awesome! I continued my job once again, measuring his chest and his tight little waist. I said I wanted to make sure the suit we ordered would have enough room to accommodate his big arms, so I asked him to flex to get the right measurement. As he flexed, I held my breath as the tape stretched to over twenty-one inches.
I couldn’t help myself. I asked him to flex his entire body for me. He was certainly on to me now. It was all I had to say. Without breaking eye contact, he slipped off his muscle pants, revealing the teeniest bright blue bikini briefs. His thighs looked like they were carved out of tree trunks. As he went from one pose to another, I became hotter and hotter. Almost instinctively, without really thinking, I slipped off my top, revealing my big, firm tits. I cupped them gently in my hands, playing with my hard nipples. He smiled as he saw me getting pleasure out of worshiping his huge body. He looked down at my miniskirt. Without saying a word, I knew what he wanted to see. I writhed out of it, stretched my hands above my head, and displayed my body for him. His cock showed me that he liked what he saw.
I moved closer to this mountain of muscle. I got down on my knees and slowly removed the last bit of clothing between my mouth and his cock. His shaft was as well developed as the rest of him. When I took him into my mouth, he groaned with pleasure. As I worked on his muscle shaft, he continued to pump and flex. His body was now covered with a thin film of sweat; it made him even more beautiful. As he flexed and I sucked, we were surrounded by images of ourselves from all angles in the fitting-room mirrors. This added to our excitement, as we got off on our perfect bodies.
I looked up at him and whispered, “I want you to be my Hercules.” He smiled and said that nothing would please him more. He spotted the big chains that we use to secure the security bars on the loading dock. He asked me to wrap them around his enormous chest. I knew exactly what he was doing-he was going to act out one of my favorite scenes from the movies.
As he towered above me, his cock deep in my mouth, I saw him place his hands on his waist and breathe deeply-his chest expanded, his pecs bulged, his lats flared out, and the chains fell from around my Hercules. As he broke free, he came in my mouth. His load was thick and hot, just like his body.
It was incredible. Since that time we have played out many other fantasy scenes. The sex is really great when two gorgeous bodies merge in muscle-crazed passion!
— D. M., Illinois
Cleaning Up
We can finally afford a housecleaning service. That gives me time for myself and some pet projects. But I soon learned another major advantage of having a crew clean my house. In our case, the work is done weekly by two young guys from the Philippines. From day one, I not only admired their easygoing efficiency, but also their exotic faces and muscular bodies. From day two, I not only lusted after them, but also devised a strategy to seduce them.
Cleaning day number three saw me parading around the house with mini cutoffs that exposed part of my cheeks and a flimsy T-shirt that brought out the best of my shapely breasts. The result was almost immediate. One fellow dropped his cleaning bottle and the other bumped into the furniture with the vacuum cleaner. I teasingly scolded them and threatened the appropriate punishment. Their smiles nearly melted the lower part of my body, and I wanted to fuck them right then and there. But I savored a slow approach. I derive much pleasure from the tease and anticipation, as well as from a prolonged, built-up sexual tension.
In the fourth week, I acted like I had just gotten out of bed. My hair was down, and I wore a sheer baby-doll nightie. Their eyes were popping as they ogled me. As I moved around, the silky fabric stuck to my skin, showing my erect nipples. I bent down to show them the dark crack of my ass. I sat down on the couch to read the paper, spread my legs to let them see up my thighs. From the cool air, I could feel that they were able to see the furry part between my legs.
But now I was moist and wantonly hot. With a low voice, I asked them whether they perform other services. They asked, “What do you have in mind, lady?” I leaned back, moved the fabric of my panties aside, slowly spread my cunt lips, and proceeded to insert one finger inside of me.
The two men dropped their cleaning equipment, sank to their knees in front of me, and started to caress my body. Their hands were all over me, softly stroking my thighs, kneading my tits. As soon as I removed my hand from my pussy an eager tongue lapped broadly from the bottom up to my clit. Every time he touched my knob, I felt closer to coming. One thick finger slid between my swollen pussy lips, and I almost dissolved in a shattering orgasm.
They had undressed and showed their other equipment. Their dark, smooth bodies were almost hairless. Their cocks stood straight up near their bellies. I leaned forward and licked one of these beautiful tools while holding the other in my hands. I opened my mouth, took it all in, and started a slow pump, which turned into a fast pump until an enormous eruption shot down my throat. I took a deep breath and continued the same treatment on the other cock. All this had taken but a few minutes, and I wasn’t through yet, by a long shot. In fact, I burned with desire. I led the two men into the bedroom and sucked them alternately to a renewed state of action. I took the deep pounding on my back with my legs over their shoulders. I was in sex heaven.
Two men in bed is my favorite, surpassed only by more men in bed, including my husband. Like always, I told my husband what I’d been up to, and he joined us a couple of weeks later.
— T. W., California
Behind the Scenes
Imagine a beautiful neighborhood in Oregon with trees, white picket fences, and annual barbecues. This is the type of neighborhood that Larry and Debbie live in. They are the model neighbors in everyone’s eyes, but behind the bedroom door there is a different side of them.
Their bedroom is a Penthouse wonderland. The bed has a beautiful oak canopy with mirrors on the top and sides. At the foot of the bed (which vibrates), there is a stationary video camera for recording all the fun and adventure.
You see, I’m their housekeeper. One day while cleaning their bedroom I found one of the tapes they had made together. I put it in the VCR that was in the bedroom and began to watch it. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The ever-so-perfect couple was doing things I have only dreamt of. Debbie came into the room in a little string bikini and lace cover. Larry was sitting on the bed with a bulging hard-on. Debbie went to him and stripped each piece of clothing off. Once she was at his feet, she began to suck his now even larger toy.