Hotel Bar

[sevenpeight]

The hotel bar was buzzing with conference attendees and business travellers excited to be back in the hurly burly after the easing of COVID restrictions. As Matt waited for the bartender to draw his beer, he couldn't draw his eyes away from the redhead next to him. The woman was idly stirring her drink, and the modest action caused a bulging muscle belly in her forearm to harden, a bloated vein sliding across it.

Taking a sip, Gemma looked up and saw that she had an admirer. They seemed to be coming out of the woodwork with increasing frequency. This one, she thought to herself, was quite good looking. And so, as the bartender handed the man his beer, she leaned in. "Drink's on me," she said.

Matt wasn't quite sure how to react. "Thanks!" He managed eventually. He'd never had a woman buy him a drink. The bartender smiled to himself and turned away, leaving the duo to themselves.

"Gemma," she introduced herself, offering her hand.
"Matt," he responded, extending his own. He found that his hand was not wrapping around Gemma's as he'd subconsciously assumed, but instead her beefy hand consumed his. She was gentle, but the sheer mass of her suggested that the gentleness was a choice. He shivered despite himself.

As the night progressed and the flirting continued, Matt noticed that he was on his third drink, but Gemma still had barely progressed her first.

"Can I get you something else?" asked Matt.
She responded with a puzzled look, and Matt explained, "You've been nursing that since I joined you. Would you maybe enjoy a different drink?"

Gemma smiled and placed her hand gently on Matt's. For him, the effect was electric. He'd been admiring her hulking form since before that first handshake, and the bloated forearm, accentuated by that prominent vein, was only the beginning. Traps loomed within her blouse. Biceps and triceps took turns at threatening the structural integrity of her sleeves. Being touched by such magnificence was thrilling.

Enveloping his hand once more in her own, Gemma leaned forward, "I have to admit something," she said. "I already had two drinks waiting for a nice fella like you to show up, and despite my... bulk..." she flexed her pecs, sending large slabs of prime beef suddenly distending and causing her blouse to ripple and tighten across the surging power of her chest "... I'm not too great at holding my liquor."

Matt stared, dumbstruck.

"Plus in all fairness to you," continued Gemma, leaning further in so she was almost pressed against Matt, the heat of her palpable, "I have to tell you that I'm a bit of an aggressive drunk. Think you can handle that, big boy?" Her hand closed around his just a little, compressing it.

Matt nodded, subconsciously holding his breath. In truth, he didn't know if he could handle it. But he sure wanted to find out. He had only been shown glimpses of her muscularity and already it was intoxicating.

"Well then," said Gemma, downing the rest of her drink with a quick gulp, "why don't you get me that drink, and we'll see what your limits are!" She grinned broadly, exhibiting a high excitement tinged with malice. She squeezed Matt's hand hard this time, causing him to snatch it back to nurse it.

Gemma had asked for a Guinness, and Matt found himself ordering two. Gemma downed hers greedily, some barrier having been overcome, her engine in high gear. Matt, sipped at his and tried not to grimace.

"Not much of a stout man," observed Gemma playfully.
"Not a bit," admitted Matt. "I should have stuck with the G&Ts."
"No problem," grinned Gemma, grabbing his glass and emptying in one go, "you don't need to keep up with me in the manliness department."

Her eyes were alight, and Matt began to feel queasy. Fantasising about a muscular domme was one thing. You could imagine her putting you in a headlock or throwing you around like a rag doll, and then you finished beating off and that was it. But what he was about to do was different. If Gemma threw him around, he was going to be bruised, or worse. He may be injured in ways that would be hard to explain and take long to heal. Gemma butted into his thoughts — "A bonus for you though. The carbs in this drink spike my vascularity through the roof!"

She wrapped her big hand around his woefully inferior upper arm and stood up, catapulting him out of his chair without trying. He quickly grasped at her arm to steady himself and found his fingers pressing against a jagged, rock hard boulder punctuated by a riot of veins. That was a crazy fast reaction. He could feel Gemma's pulse, and it was the feel of unbridled power. Matt's own blood flowed quickly away from his brain and his worries were drowned out by an overwhelming lust for her writhing veins, thick muscles and brute strength.

She was taller than he had appreciated too, towering over him in platform heels that a stripper would be impressed by. Matt caressed her rippling forearm as she led them out of the bar. "My my," breathed Gemma, "aren't we the eager one,"
Matt mumbled his agreement, unable to stop thinking about her raw oozing power, consumed by his infatuation.

The lift doors opened and closed on them and Gemma grabbed his jaw, shoving him against the wall and sticking her hot, thick, wet tongue into his mouth. It thrashed about, dominating, subjugating.
Matt was uncomfortably pinned against the handrail, but neither of them cared. Matt pawed desperately at Gemma's muscles, feeling the gigantic gnarled boulders atop her arms, grabbing at the hard and bulbous triceps that were shredded to otherworldly definition.

He opened his eyes to peek at the mind boggling orgy of muscle to find that she was  mouth-mauling him with her eyes wide open. She grinned without pausing, a total alpha, taking what she wanted and savouring it. A flash of cold fear washed through Matt, mixing with his red hot arousal and exploding in a heady mix of masochistic bliss.

The doors opened and Gemma whisked them out, Matt finding himself trotting to keep pace with her long, determined strides. They reached her room and Matt was quickly sandwiched between the heavy, smooth, oak of the door and the hard, jagged granite of Gemma's body. She pressed her key card against the door and then flung it open with a mighty shove. Matt tumbled into the room. He quickly scrambled around to sit on the floor facing the door as Gemma's intimidating bulk filled the door frame before squeezing itself through. Matt's cock was harder than it had ever been.

As Gemma towered over Matt, her loins were fire. The empty carbs she'd consumed at the bar coursed through her, making the tangled network of veins crisscrossing every overdeveloped muscle throb with desire. She could feel her juices flowing freely now, her gargantuan thighs slick with them.

"I'm going to freshen up," she announced. "I'm going to take you when I'm back. Be ready."

Matt let out a low keening whine as she disappeared into the bathroom. Whether from desire or dread, even he was unsure. He stripped quickly, eager to comply with her directions. Naked, he tried lying on top of the bed first, and then under the covers. Still self conscious, he changed position a third time, opting to perch himself on the sofa in the corner, his hands self-consciously semi-obscuring his boner.

Inside the bathroom, Gemma was furiously wanking, shoving her thick, calloused, fingers violently in and out of her muscular vagina while strumming her painfully erect clit with the other hand. She was highly aroused by the prospect of dominating Matt and the noises their bodies would make together. Her's as it smashed relentlessly into him. His as it gave way with snaps and cracks and pops.

Her masturbation kicked into the highest gear as she approached her climax. Even more that the impending domination of Matt, she was turned on by her own freakish conditioning. Layers of dense muscle jumped off her frame, pulling the skin taught and shiny. Every facet of outrageous muscularity was topped by networks of cross-crossing veins so thick that it was easier to count the sporadic spaces between them than the veins themselves.

She strained every muscle to the point of ripping free of its bonds as her orgasm exploded forth, her body rock-hard and riddled with vascularity by the time her eyes rolled back in her head. She grunted like a rutting beast, spittle flying from between clenched teeth as she fought to hold in a roar that would scare the man waiting beyond the door to be used by her.

It was all over in a matter of minutes. Gemma looked around and surveyed the ropey lengths of thick jism that she had sprayed everywhere. She would have him lick it up later. Her clit started to harden again at the thought of it. This is why she had jerked off. If she had taken Matt in the state of excitement that she'd been in moments ago, she would have broken him before she'd had a chance to enjoy him.

She took a deep breath, composed herself, fitted her large glimmering black strap-on, quickly dipping it into herself with a shudder to lubricate it, and straightening up to her full imposing height. Before heading out, she tensed her muscles one last time, drinking in the freak-show staring back at her. "What a fucken specimen," she thought to herself.

Matt heard the door click open before he saw it, senses immediately on full alert. Then, as the impossible lust machine that was Gemma unfurled before him, he practically melted down, his senses utterly overloaded. In her platforms, she almost had to duck through the doorway. Now, she spread her lats and swallowed up all the space in the hall.

The puddle that was Matt looked up from his prostrate position on the floor, his breath shallow and panicky. The only part of him that wasn't formless was his dick, which was hard as steel. "Domina," he inhaled, hoping to find the right words for a novel situation, "You are beyond perfect. Please use me..."

He'd done well. Gemma's juices were flowing again, making her bulging thighs slick with precum. She stalked silently toward him. Three long strides ate up the distance between them, as her eyes bore a hole in him. His teeth were practically chattering with fear.

Gemma leaned down and spat venomously "I will use you worm. You're going to be my cum puppet. I'm going to fuck your useless brains out and leave the empty shell of used meatbag for houskeeping to clean up."

She'd barely finished speaking when she grabbed Matt by the hips and physically hoisted him into the air with inhuman strength. Gemma's eye caught a mirror in the corner of the room and she spun Matt around, carrying him over to it.

If the exercise had caused her even the slightest exertion, it didn't show. Standing before the mirror, both of them were equally captivated by her utterly yoked reflection. Dense muscle layered upon dense muscle, cut in razor-sharp forms with peaked jagged edges that cast long shadows across deep ravines.

One hand at a time, Gemma released Matt's hips and hooked a long nail into his cheek. Matt quickly locked his legs around her waist, squeezing as hard as possible to gain purchase. It was like squeezing an oak tree, if that oak was made of lush, hard, man-shaming muscle. Soon enough, his mouth was stretched wide, drooling. Gemma's forearms, already sinewy and vascular before, now looked positively alien. Hunched slightly forward to reach, her traps exploded to menacing proportions.

The metal cock was pre-lubricated with Gemma's sex juices and sweat. It sat on her diamond cut pubis, nestled below an oversized adonis belt that looked like a bas-relief carving. The sculpturally spectacular muscles, connected to the concentrated power of her maximally shredded glutes, powered the slick girl-cock into Matt's hole, making him shriek like a banshee, causing a river of saliva to flow from his gaping mouth.  It was music to Gemma's ears.

She found a rhythm as she pounded the man she held suspended several feet in the air. Her hellish core erupted into a symphony of musculature as her relentless jack hammering picked up pace - cobblestone abs exploding and contracting, cruelly shredded fingers of obliques rippling like live things vying for prominence.

Across the entire canvas of drum tight skin, stretched across mind bending muscle, slithered a cacophony of angry blue veins. Big main branches lay thick over the crests of Gemma's gargantuan limbs and bloated torso. Crazy tributaries reached into very dark crevice and fold.

As the orgy of muscle reached obscene and mind-bending proportions, Matt began to lose consciousness. Gemma wouldn't have that. She dropped him onto the floor like a sack of hammers, jolting him back to full consciousness. "My turn, cum bucket!" she thundered, before grabbing him by the ears and roughly pulling his stunned head towards her sopping wet pussy.

Matt gasped in shock as he regained consciousness while in motion, being manhandled by Gemma. The overpowered man's mouth was gulping down air like a fish out of water, when it connected with Gemma's slick, unyielding pubis.

The jacked dominatrix lodged Matt's face firmly between two skull-crushing, bulging, shredded, thighs. Her evil strap-on lay heavy on top of his head, while her monster clit filled his mouth. Despite the pain and confusion clouding Matt's mind, his body was overwhelmed by lust - his dick was diamond hard and his tongue went to work licking the thick sex appendage growing and straining his his mouth. Gemma's food-fuelled clit meat was a thick, bulging 6-inch mini cock which, like every other muscle on her, was  a vein-ridden nightmare vision. Matt slurped and licked and sucked it greedily, sending avalanches of pleasure through Gemma's mountainous body. She grunted and thrusted like a wild beast. Her clit cock hardened and thickened, filling with blood and dominating Matt's overmatched mouth. He gagged, eyes streaming, as her violent thrusts propelled her roid meat into the back of his throat.

Matt's hands grabbed the immense bowling ball glutes of his lover and tormentor, only to feel them suddenly mutate into freakishly striated concavities. Over and over her glutes transformed as Gemma pounded him with increasing ferocity. The pressure built in the massive bodybuilder. She felt the dam on the very precipice of bursting, het urge to dominate was overwhelming. A hand as big as his head palmed him from behind and mashed his face forward. He screamed onto her clit and her pulsed raced still faster, visible in the throbbing of her firehose veins.

The muscle monster riding Matt's face forced herself to calm down and take a deep breath. Matt's face radiated with pain. It took a moment for him to register that the battering had stopped. Gemma, composed, took in the reflection of the behemoth looking back at her. She flexed and muscles looked like they were on the verge of bursting right through her translucent cling wrap skin.

Matt remained between Gemma's powerful columns of destruction, in pain, but stock still with terror, listening to the pounding in his own head and feeling the heat of his tormentor.

Gemma took another deep breath and began her final, poised, ascent to climax. She kept her eyes firmly fixed on her beastly reflection as her immense, diamond cut, thighs pressed in like hydraulic presses mindlessly compacting so much biological refuse. The pressure on Matt's skull reached fever pitch and his piercing screams reverberated against Gemma's hot skin. His terror sent waves of excitement through her. But Gemma was determined to savour the moment. She controlled her breathing and continued to increase the pressure at a steady pace.

Moments later, Matt's screams were joined by the sound of his skull splintering. Gemma revelled in new levels of exhilaration coursing through every facet of her yoked form.

Her revery was momentarily interrupted by Matt's feeble hand scrabbling against her monumental thighs. She quickly grabbed them. Her hands matched the inexorable pace of her monumental thighs, quickly pulverising Matt's hands. His screams of agony joined the notes of terror and deepened Gemma's pleasure.

Moments later, Matt's skull popped like ripe tomato. Gore squished along the ravines and valleys of Gemma's immense thighs. A dam broke, and Gemma's juices flooded out of her. Her breathing came in ragged drags as she admired the way Matt's blood made her insane muscles glint like a horror show crossed with Venice Beach.

She closed her eyes and relaxed. "Another Friday night," she thought. She mused what the rest of the weekend should hold.

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[seldom]

Heck yeah! Love Gemma!

[brave_archer]

Gemma is a beast. More, please 

[Karthikkr25]

My god...that was a freaking awesome story..after a long time good to see an author coming with skull crushing story. It was a major missing in recent days and you filled it. @Sevenpeight please continue with more chapter.