Girlfriend Sally - pt 3

Suddenly two large men dressed in gym-logo’d polos came around a corner and said, “Ma’am, you need to leave, now.”

Sally glared, unabashedly naked, and flexed down into a most muscular. Her pecs inflated obscenely, raging out like two mutant heads, as her enormous biceps pressed into them and forced her arms to sit at awkward angles. Her back muscles bunched up and bulged into a multi-headed beast that crested above her head.

“Says who,” Sally said through grit teeth.

The men seized her arms but she had so much mass that the two of them together couldn’t budge her. They strained and pulled but Sally didn’t move an inch, grinning the whole time. Then in a sudden movement, she threw her arms out, sending two men hurtling across the gym. 

“Weak little bitches!” Sally seethed.

But the men were undeterred. They started grabbing weights and bars and wielding them like weapons. One man hurled a twenty-five pound plate at her chest. Sally just flexed and felt it bounce off.

“Haha!” she laughed. “I barely felt that!” 

Another man swung a heavy weight-bar toward her abdominals. She flexed them into a brick wall and the bar hit it with a clang. Then she grabbed it, tore it from his grasp, and hurled it across the gym. It hit the wall with a massive clang.

“I’m so fucking strong, bitch, I do what I want, when I want!!” she said, hands on her hips as her massively imposing pecs bunched up into gnarled, toaster-sized mounds beneath her chin.

Still tied to the weight rack, and watching with wide eyes, Erik felt his cock stirring again at the sight of his musclebound girlfriend’s muscular dominance.

Just then, one of the guys lunged at her. He had a 3” knife, which he managed to sink into Sally’s right pec to the hilt. Her eyes flared as she looked down at it. But the knife did little damage - her pecs were so thick, the knife didn’t even make it through her thick pectoral plate.

Sally grabbed the man by the top of the skull and lifted him up. “You bitch, you think this little knife could hurt a muscle goddess like me?!”

Then she flexed her right pec and it bunched up and bulged outward, pushing the knife free. It dropped to the floor with a clang.

“Now I hurt you!” Sally seethed. Then she mashed his head between her ranging pecs and squeezed. The two unstoppable, mutant heads of her pecs pressed into the sides of his head. The man’s muffled scream barely escaped the confines of Sally’s overly-muscular pectoral cleft. Her pussy gushed as she felt his facial bones crack from the vicious onslaught of her hyper musclar pecs.  In seconds, the man passed out from pain and lack of oxygen.

Sally dropped his body like a husk and strode over to Erik.

“That made me horny!” Sally shouted. “Get hard, now!”

Almost as if on command, Erik’s dick hardened into a powerful erection. Sally mounted him right there, in front of the other still-conscious staff member. She fucked Erik roughly, bouncing on top of him and moaning.

Thinking this was his chance, the staff member rushed over and tried to choke her from behind. Sally just flexed her massive back muscles, causing him to bounce backward. Then, not missing a beat with her thrusting, she grabbed the man and ripped his pants and underwear off. Then she proceeded to suck his cock, holding him aloft, while still humping Erik below her. The man moaned, overcome by her overpowering muscle, and came in her mouth. Sally swallowed it greedily, absorbing the protein. Her dominance fed her lust, sending her over the top as she ground down harder on Erik’s cock, her body convulsing and shuddering with a massive orgasm. 

She stood, tossing the staff member aside and licking her lips. Then she flexed into another freakishly huge most muscular pose, her whole frame vibrating with massive, striated beef. “Fuck, I love my muscles!”