A Muscular Dominating Sexual Predator
Rita had just come home after an intensive workout at the gym and was admiring herself in the full-size mirror in the living room. She liked what she saw; her new training schedule was showing results. Her 5’ 10” frame now looked more powerful than ever, her biceps were fuller, the shoulders had broadened, the abs were taut and the legs had added a circumference of sinewy muscle. Her firm tits with pointed nipples swayed sensually beneath a sports bra translucent with her sweat and her luscious butt was barely covered by a pair of skin hugging lycra shorts. She imagined herself at the pub in a mini skirt and high heel calf length boots. Every man would want to fuck her though his woman would perhaps prefer to drive a knife into her. Rita was 28 years old, a fashion consultant and a fitness addict. She had a reputation as a man-eater, a notoriety she did nothing to dispel. Most men were intimidated by her size and assertiveness and became blithering idiots in her presence. The rare few who were invited to grace her bed invariably came away with their “manly” egos badly bruised. Rita was about to remove her trainer shoes when the doorbell rang. She frowned; it was unusual for someone to come at ten in the morning. Looking through the peephole she saw a boy in his late teens, a seemingly familiar face. She opened the door and the boy stumbled back, stunned at the sight of the Amazon in front of him. Rita was quite used to these reactions. She smiled at him and asked him what he wanted. “Good morning, Aunty”, he began. “Aunty” was a generic term used in India for any woman more than a decade or so older to you who was not your mother, granny or sister. “I’m Rahul and I live in the apartment above. Can I please borrow some sugar? I want to make some milkshake and we’re out of sugar at home. My parents are out at work and will be back only by evening. Please?” He gave an entreating smile and waited for Rita’s response. Rita took an immediate liking to Rahul. He was small built, about 5’4” tall with an athletic though not muscular body. “Come in, I’ll make you some milkshake since I’m going to make some for myself. Why aren’t you in school?” “Thank you, Aunty. It’s summer holidays. We’ll be heading out to the hills in a few days on a long vacation.” Rita quickly fixed a large strawberry milkshake for both of them. She couldn’t help noticing that Rahul was gazing at her with unalloyed admiration. “Aunty, are you a weight lifter?” Rita set down the shakes on the bar counter and both of them sat on the bar stools facing each other. Rita crossed her legs. Her calf and upper thigh compressed themselves into a mass of ripped muscle. “I do lift weights. Do you like my body?” He blushed and nodded and tried to look away. But Rita noticed the growing bulge in his pants and an evil idea began forming in her. Once Rahul had quickly gulped down his drink, Rita asked, “Can you remove my shoes and socks, my dear? I’m feeling so tired.” “Sure, Aunty”, said Rahul and instantly knelt before her and complied with her request. “Do you want me to apply some moisturizer on them? Mom always does that. Says it keeps her feet fresh.” How innocent, thought Rita, and agreeing with his suggestion told him to fetch the container from the dresser. Rahul squatted in front of her and placed her feet on his knees. He applied a generous amount of the liquid on her feet and massaged them gently but with a firmness belying his small frame. Rita was completely taken in. “That’s wonderful, Rahul. You’re so strong.” With that Rita lifted him off the ground and planted a kiss on both his cheeks. Rahul’s blush matched her crimson lipstick. “Do you want to see how strong a weight lifter is?” Rahul nodded. “Here’s a plan which is our secret”, said Rita in a conspiratorial tone. “I’ll first have a shower and then you can feel my arms and legs. I’ll then teach you how to become strong too. Why don’t you too have a shower in the guest room while I’m having mine? Once you’re done just wrap this towel around you. Okay?” Rahul was super excited. But he was also worried. His cock was becoming hard and he didn’t want this nice Aunty to see that. Rita emerged from the shower and dried herself. Casting her eyes over her vast collection of bikinis, she selected a wispy, yellow Brazilian two-piece that just about covered her vitals. She then slid her feet into a pair of 5” open toed heels and sprayed a hint of Chanel’s Coco Noir. She smiled to herself; she had rarely been this eager about seducing someone, especially a boy. There was something so fresh about Rahul that her normal forceful self-was replaced by an almost submissive love. Rahul was nervously sitting on the edge of the sofa with the towel wrapped around his torso. His heart was palpitating with anticipation and anxiety. As Rita’s brawny body entered the living room he got up mesmerized at the sight. Rita flexed in a typical bodybuilder’s pose; her biceps turned into balls of steel and her legs into pillars of solid muscle. Rahul stared…. and stared, transfixed. “Like it?” Rahul had no reply. He wanted to touch her, feel her muscles but felt incapable of movement. He was conscious though of a movement, of his cock pushing against the towel. Rita came towards him, took both his hands and placed them on her ample bums. “Do what you want with my body, little one; it’s yours to enjoy.” Rahul’s towel slipped down revealing a cock standing at full attention to honour this goddess. Rita cupped the cock with both her hands. Rahul tried to move away embarrassed but Rita held him firm. “Don’t be scared, my rabbit. You are going to have such a great time, you’ll remember this day for the rest of your life.” “I want you to apply the moisturizer on my entire body. That way you can touch every part of it.