Hi guys. I took a suggestion from a fan seriously and plan to write something about Denise's time at the underground MMA-league. The end of this first part is still open. I plan to make this story interactive. So, any suggestions are welcome! Send me a note or just leave suggestions on the board.
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Denise & the MMAby hero141
A dressing room at a secret venue in a big metropolitan area. Muted noise from heavy traffic is generating a continuous hum in the background. Cheers and shouts from a huge audience can be heard as well--like a crowd cheering during a fight or after a victory. It is hot in the room. Very hot. A handsome man, dressed in what looks like an expensive custom-tailored marine-blue suit, is nervously walking to and fro, anxiously watching the stunning Latina who is lying naked on the couch, her spectacular physique at full display. And what a body this drop-dead gorgeous bimbo has! She is so freaking huge and pumped-up that she would put any male pro-bodybuilder's muscular development to utter shame. She is gifted with with the ultimate muscle-body: layer upon layer of thick, bulging and pumped-up muscles, incredibly big, dense and ultra-defined! Every movement--however small--is greeted with a harmonious flexing and bulging of her huge, vascular, hypertrophied brawn. Thick veins are beautifully snaking across her dark and evenly tanned skin, her perfect skin obviously shining--dripping actually--with the oil it has been rubbed in with.
And yet, despite her obvious muscles, she oozes femininity in which her over-sized female curves evidently play the main role. What a rack! Her ballooning tits, a truly magnificent double-D, make all heads turn: men in sheer amazement and arousal, women green with envy. No wonder: her ample boobs are perfectly shaped, firm, gravity-defying, contrasting sharply with her flat, cobble-stone eight-pack abs. Her beautifully proportioned hourglass figure with broad torso, tiny wasp-waist and sexily wide hips sports a gorgeous bubble-butt, her glorious glutes being soft and well-rounded when relaxed, rock-hard and striated when flexed. Her long, french-manicured nails, her pierced nips and clit, her perfectly shaven pussy all add to her fabulous porn-chick aura. This hotbod combined with her gorgeous facial features--beautiful long black hair elegantly fixed in a bun, deep brown eyes, high cheekbones, thick sensual lips, extravagant make-up that looks like she had just finished a professional Playboy-photoshoot--make her the sexiest woman on earth.
- Hey Matt, when is it my turn? I'm gettin' bored. I need some action.
Her voice: powerful and commanding. Used to being obeyed. Matt, the man in the suit, is intoxicated by her otherworldy beauty: this is the kind of woman you only meet once or twice in a lifetime and here she is with him. As his partner. As his lover.
- Have patience, Denise. You know this is important: I invested all my money in this fight. You cannot afford to lose.
- Fuck Matt, stop worrying! Do I look like I can lose?
Matt knows what that dreambody of hers is capable of. Or at least, he thinks he knows. Her pumped-up brawn is not only a joy to look at. He has never met anyone so strong and powerful and yet so flexible. The weights she uses! My God, he cannot even move the dumbells she warms up with! It's beyond crazy!
- You know how fucking strong I am. You've seen me pumping iron in the gym. You've seen how I humiliated the hardcore bodybuilding dudes there. I train with the elite of the special agents at the Pentagon--and even then I outclass my classmates in every aspect of the training, be it strength, martial arts, gymnastics or tactics. I just got back from a three-day stay in Moscow to perfect my interrogation skills. Can't tell you too much because it's all top secret. Let me just tell you this. We practiced on the inmates of a high-security prison. The Russian instructors, not really known for being squeamish or too easily hurt, pissed their pants when I got to work. The inmates, the toughest criminals from all over Russia--mob guys mostly--went crazy with fear when I entered their cells.
And it is not only her awesome physical power; it is also her provocative attitude, her total dominance, her insatiable sexual needs and outrageous sexual expertise. She keeps him in a state of quasi-permanent arousal, always walking around in the most extravagantly sexy leather and latex outfits, highlighting every inch of her dreambody. Or just by hanging around naked, every inch of her curvaceous musculature dripping with oil, like now. When they go out, her overwhelmingly erotic presence works like a magnet: all eyes are fixed on her magnificent physique, erections are obviously everywhere, and most men are even spontaneously creaming their pants. And she loves the attention. Sometimes she adds some spice to the spectacle by slowly flexing her muscles or by very sensually touching her boyfriend's crotch--no doubt keeping him on the verge of a cosmic orgasm.
- Come on, babe. Get your cock out. I'll give you the blowjob of your life. ... This will be your third today. Hehe.
- ... I'm serious, Denise! ... It's important! ...
Agile like a cat, she jumps out of the couch and elegantly back-flips towards Matt in a style that would fit an Olympic gymnast. Her feminine elegance and flexibility are as intimidating as her size and power. Next to her dazzling physique Matt looks like a frail little schoolboy. She savagely pulls off his pants and frees his sizeable erection from its tight confines. She playfully cups his balls.
- I'm serious too! You know that I take whát I want whén I want it. There is nothing you can do about that now, can't you?
- ... Please, Denise! What if someone enters our room?
- Do you still care?
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He has been dating this ravishing brunette for over three weeks now and it have been by far the craziest three weeks of his life. He met her at an expensive downtown penthouse bar and he was immediately attracted by her gorgeous facial features: she looked like a supermodel! Matt had not paid too much attention to her body, which looked curvaceous and big all right, but it was only after she sneaked into the men's bathroom when he went for a piss that she revealed her breath-taking physique to him. First she got behind him, blocked him against the latrine, grabbed his cock, getting him hard instantly, and started jerking him off.
- ... What are you ... ? ... O ... Oooh God...
- Don't you feel what I'm doing, baby? I'm milking you. Like it?
He felt a pair of heavy boobs softly resting on his shoulders and it was only then that he noticed how big, veiny and muscular her tanned forearms were. Matt also saw the obscenely jacked biceps and triceps bulging as she gently jerked him off, while her other hand expertly massaged his balls. God, this lady knew how to please a man!
- ... Oooo... It feels great... Aaaa... ... What if someone sees us here? ...
- Don't worry, Matt. You're about to cum. I see you like my muscular arms. Wanna see the rest of my body?
And indeed, Matt was having one of the biggest orgasms in his life, coating the wall of the men's room with a huge load. But suddenly, the door to men's room opened and a man came in. It took a while before the newcomer was able to capture the crazy scene that was playing out before his eyes. He stared in awe at the gorgeous woman with the wide muscular back, the juicy 'Brazilian' butt, the rounded ass-cheeks half-covered in hot-pants, the long, sleek, shapely muscular legs with the kinky black boots--the prototypical image of a dominatrix.
- ... Holy shit! ... What are you doing, for heaven's sake? ... Oh my God, what's going on here? ...
Denise reacted rather matter-of-factly freeing her lover from her grip and facing the intruder. Matt was still half-dizzy from her mind-blowing hand-job when he noticed Denise's change of dress. She must have taken off her elegant leather coat in the men's room--indeed, it was lying on the ground some yards away. Matt was shocked by what was revealed! His date only wore a tiny black bikini top tightly stretched over her huge ballooning tits and ditto hot-pants hardly covering half of her bubble-butt, a pair of knee-high black boots stretching around her diamond-shaped calves. The boots had impossible 8-inch stiletto heels, but Denise looked quite comfortable in them. His date turned out to hold the middle between a professional bodybuilder, a gorgeous orgasm-triggering porn-chick and a super-sexy supermodel. Oh God, what a beast!
- You just ruined my boyfriend's post-orgasm bliss, asshole. I've killed men for less.
The man was obviously shocked, but you could also see that he also regretted having ruined their private little moment. Now that he faced the rage of this pumped-up muscle-machine, he got scared.
- Oh, don't worry, miss. Let's pretend this never happened. OK?
Denise only smiled wickedly, an evil grin.
- Matt, go back to the bar. This gentleman and I have something to discuss. It may take a while. Don't worry, order yourself a bottle of champagne. I pay.
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