We cater for all tastes
Martin Kane, martinkane21@yahoo.co.uk
A mix up at a specialist brothel leads to an unwelcome new experience.


Author's note:

First the standard blub on copyright, which is mine. I'd be flattered if
anyone wanted to use this tale elsewhere, but please seek permission before
copying, altering, posting etc.

Secondly, I invite anyone to send their comments, suggestions, thoughts or
suspicions should they care to. PLEASE NOTE THE NEW E-MAIL ADDRESS.

Needless to say this story is purely a fiction and all characters merely the
products of an overwrought imagination

I'll abstain from the adult content warning, if you've got this far, you're
certain to know what kind of thing to expect anyway.

Tom entered the small room and made himself comfortable. The girl would be
here any second now so he got himself ready. He stripped off and climbed into
the large double bed, the room’s main feature.

The brothel was a specialist place, claiming to cater for all tastes from the
eccentric to the perverse. They advertised that ‘anything is permitted’ but
Tom had never enquired as to just how far they would be prepared to go in
order to fulfil a customer’s fantasy. He preferred not to find out. His
particular tastes were perhaps a little unusual but nothing to get worried
about. It was a little pricey, especially if you compared it to a street
hooker but Tom considered this place to be worth that little extra.

He sat, looking at the walls, wondering what tales they could tell. The range
of wants and desires that had been sated between them - the different needs of
different people. So many choices in this great wide world - anything is
permitted and all tastes are catered for.

While he was waiting he reached down to the pocket of his jacket, taking out a
small vial and cracking it open. He inhaled the fumes and gasped as the rush
hit his head. After a few seconds his whole body seemed to shimmer, a
wonderful, glassy, tickly sensation that lasted maybe twenty seconds. His
erection felt rock hard, almost painfully so. His head cleared but his dick
remained as solid as wood. He grinned as he stroked the hypersensitive organ.
You could keep your Viagra, he’d stick to what he knew.

The door opened and a pretty blonde woman entered. She saw him waiting eagerly
for her and she smiled. "Hi," she greeted, "I’m Jade."

She was of average height, her hair thick and long, straight golden locks
flowing down past her shoulders. A silk robe was wrapped around her body,
covering her down to her bare feet.

"Hello Jade," Tom murmured excitedly. He felt a little giddy with the
anticipation. She shut the door and slid a bolt across. He grinned up at her,
his lust building.

Then she slid the robe off, revealing the body beneath.

Tom’s stupid grin halted dead on his face. Shock registered like a mallet of
ice slamming into the side of his head.

Jade wore a lace teddy, like a white transparent swimsuit. It revealed every
detail of her body. Tom just stared, unable to take it in.

She was a bodybuilder, and the body she had built, she had done so out of
dense, hard muscles. A hell of a lot of dense, hard muscles. She was huge - a
mountain of massive, bulging power.

"I think there’s been some sort of mistake," Tom murmured as Jade swept her
arms around to pump up biceps he could never have believed if he hadn’t seen
them for himself. They were incredible, two swollen mounds of hard female
muscle.

She paid him no mind, instead regarding her bulging biceps with pride. She
pumped them hard, watching them swell and strain.

"Really, no offence, I’m sure you’re beautiful and whatever, but you’re not
what I ordered."

Jade just smiled, a touch of the sardonic apparent, and spoke in a rich and
sensuous voice. "Don’t be shy now." She smoothed her hands down her
extraordinary body. "I’ve worked six years to build my body. That’s thousands
of hours in the gym, sweating and pumping. And tonight, it’s all yours."

Tom climbed out of bed, then, remembering he was naked, jumped back in. He had
been about to have sex with a complete stranger but now he didn’t want this
woman to see him naked. This woman - this wonder of physical supremacy who
looked more akin to the Incredible Hulk’s ideal mate.

She stood before him, at the foot of the bed, pumping her huge, hard muscles.
Carefully, Tom reached out a foot and picked up his underwear with his toes.
He dragged them back and slid them on beneath the covers.

Jade didn’t comment on his behaviour. Instead, making sure he was watching
her, (in fact, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her - hers was not the kind of
physique you bypass without notice) she tore the lace away from her rippling
flesh.

It came away easily in her powerful grip and she then stood naked in her full
splendour and glory. Tom just stared, open-mouthed. Muscles - God, the
muscles! She had obviously pumped her body up before the session; her muscles
were hard and gleaming.

Incapable of speech, Tom gaped at the wonder woman who stood before him. Her
legs rippled with awesome musculature, thighs lined with devastating
definition. A slim waist with wicked, hard abdominals standing out like
layered slate. Her breasts, centred with dark, excited nipples, were
diminished by bulging pectoral muscles and broad, round shoulders. And then
there were her arms. The mark of a bodybuilder is the development of the
biceps. Jade’s were absolutely huge.

She pumped them up to their incredible full size and Tom’s silent shock was
finally shattered.

"There’s been a mix up," he stammered, fear evident in his voice. "I think I
better go and find out what’s happening."

With this he got out of the bed, dressed only in his underwear, and headed for
the door, giving her as wide a birth as the small room would allow.

She slid an arm out, placing the flat of her hand on his chest, preventing him
from leaving.

"Where are you going?" she asked, her voice pitched between flirtation and
surprise.

"I’m just going to sort this out," he murmured, fear making his small voice
quiver.

"No," she told him firmly. "You can’t leave." Slight surprise twisted into
curiosity on her face but she kept her hand up, a barrier between Tom and
freedom.

The waves of fear Tom emitted were evident as he began to panic. This
muscle-bound bimbo obviously thought that she was what he had ordered and that
his protests were just a part of the game.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away, then bolted for the door. She
easily wrenched her hand free to block him, harder this time.

"You aren’t going anywhere," Jade said. The conviction in her voice reinforced
by her obvious physical supremacy. "Now be a good little boy and I’ll be real
sweet to you." She grasped his wrists and yanked his arms apart, holding him
still. Tom struggled but there was no way he could match her strength. It felt
as though she could pull his arms right out of the sockets with the same
effort that he could pull the wings off a fly.

"Please," he whimpered. "There’s been a mistake. I don’t want this."

"I’m going to give you what you want," she assured him, her voice full of
sexual promise.

"No!"

His protests were so assured that Jade actually pondered a moment, wondering
whether they were genuine. She hesitated, regarding the man stood helpless in
her grasp, his arms stretched out to either side. This was the right room, she
knew the order and knew the game. Domination by mass muscle. It was growing
ever more popular as female bodybuilding edged slowly and tentatively into the
mainstream thinking. Ever since ‘Gladiators’, she’d found herself getting more
and more work.

No, he wanted it, and she was going to give it to him.

Jade smiled at Tom with a combination of sexual desire and malicious glee. Tom
flinched with fear and began protesting again.

"Please, just let me go. I’ve got money, just look in my wallet down there,
I’ve got money."

She moved her hands to his shoulders and shoved him hard, propelling him to
the far side of the bed.

"I don’t want your money, Honey," she said, her voice both sweet and lurid, "I
want your love."

"Please," he murmured again, it was all he could think of to say. "Please."

She climbed onto the bed and started to crawl towards him, her bulging muscles
rippling in harmonious waves with every movement her body made.

Tom lay back and watched her, fear mounting as she approached. He realised
that he was totally helpless. She refused to listen to reason and was
absolutely convinced that it was all part of the scenario. He couldn’t talk
her around and he sure as hell couldn’t stop her physically. He was helpless -
totally helpless.

Jade had reached his flimsy underwear. She tore if off with the same casual
ease that she had removed her own. She grinned at the throbbing erection
revealed beneath.

"Looks like your body knows what it wants," she told Tom, "even if you say
that you don’t."

Tom whined. Now she was convinced she was right and he was just play- acting.
He was sunk.

She grasped him firmly. His hardened flesh reacted, throbbing at her touch.
Tom shuddered and looked down in horror to see his precious organ in her
super-strong grip. She jerked him slowly a few times, moving up and down with
surprising tenderness. Her mighty biceps muscle bulged with the movement and
Tom shivered at the sight of it and what she might do to him if he didn’t keep
absolutely still.

He realised that there was only one option open to him: keep quite still and
let her finish.

Still holding his erection Jade pumped her other arm, thrusting an enormous
mountain of muscle beneath his nose.

"Feel it," she ordered sweetly.

Tentatively, Tom reached out his hand and prodded the bulging mass with the
tip of his finger. It was rock solid - strong, hard flesh.

"Not like that, grab it, feel it. "

Obediently, Tom ran his hand across the huge peak, grabbing the boulder of
flesh in both hands. He was awed by the size and power of it. She did a few
pumps while he was grasping it, letting him feel the fall and swell, the blood
throbbing within it. She gently squeezed his erection and he gasped.

She dropped both arms, releasing him. He scuttled backwards on the bed, as far
from her as possible.

"That wasn’t so hard now, was it?" she asked in the same sweet tone.

Tom ignored the pun. Instead he sat there, wondering what she would do now.

Without warning he leapt off the bed and towards the door. She grabbed him
effortlessly as he tried to pass and tossed him back onto the bed. He lay face
up. She moved herself until she was above him. She held herself over him, her
awesome body not actually touching his frightened flesh except where she had
grabbed him - again around the wrists.

She held him pinned tight and he looked up, pleading.

"Let me go, please let me go."

Jade just smiled at him, ignoring his plea. "I am going to screw you," she
promised. "Like you’ve never had it before. This is going to be so intense -
so excessive - that you’ll never be able to orgasm again without remembering
what you are about to experience. I will inflict upon you the most agonising
sweetness you can stand, then push you that little bit further until you
burst."

And Tom knew that it was true. If she screwed him like she promised to - like
her body promised she could - then every climax he ever had from this point
onward would be haunted by the memory. Unless he could find a way of escape.

He knew he couldn’t talk her out of it, she was too certain of herself. He
couldn’t overpower her, that was too absurd for words, she was so far beyond
him in terms of physical strength they weren’t even on the same scale. That
only left one option: to out run her. He’d already tried but she was fast. He
couldn’t get away in time. Unless...?

"Is there any way I can talk you out of doing this to me?" he asked, his voice
surprisingly calm.

"No chance in hell," Jade assured him. "If you want me to stop then you’re
going to have to make me stop."

She grinned, a hint of sadism but mostly that same combination of sexual
suggestiveness and genuine sweetness.

"Let me touch you," he said suddenly, his fear apparently dissolving in an
instant.

A little surprised by his change in attitude, Jade released his wrists,
placing her hands above his shoulders to hold her awesome body above his.

Tentatively, Tom reached out a hand and placed it flat against her breast. He
felt the tight flesh and the power of the hugely developed muscle beneath. His
hand swept slowly across her shoulder and down the thick arm. The muscle was
taut where she held up her weight.

"Oh wow," Tom murmured in his best, awed voice. "You are so strong."

She made no comment, not quite sure what he was thinking. It was unusual for
clients to suddenly change the fantasy halfway through. Still, it was his
money, she’d happily play along.

"Do that bicep thing," Tom said excitedly.

Jade raised herself to sit up on the bed. Tom sat up too, facing her. He
watched, impressed as she pumped both arms into a double biceps pose. The
muscles swelled into dazzling peaks, so huge and hard that Tom momentarily
forgot his motive for all this.

Tom glanced at the door, calculating the distance in panicked strides. "I want
to be on top," he told her.

"No way, babe," Jade said firmly. "I always go on top." Not true of course,
she always did whatever the session required. This was muscular domination,
therefore the dominating muscle went on top. What was he thinking?

"But that’s what I want," Tom protested.

"We do what I say we do," Jade told him clearly, like one would to a child.
"And we do it how I say we do it. If you want to stop me, you’re very welcome
to try." She placed her fists on her hips, all the muscles along her arms and
torso rippling impressively. "But I wouldn’t hold out much hope of success if
I were you."

"It’s my money, my fantasy, my scenario," he reminded her.

Unusual for them to mention the fact that this was just a fantasy, but still,
he was right, ultimately, the choice was his. She didn’t know how domination
and the missionary were compatible but she’d give it a go.

Jade lay on the bed. Tom smiled, the first genuine one he’d felt since this
whole situation began. He looked down at her huge and powerful body. He
imagined what it would be like with her and quivered. Then he wondered how
long it would take her to leap up off the bed and after him.

Then he jumped backwards. Jade was as fast as she was strong and she reacted
instantly. Her legs wrapped around him and his escape was foiled before he’d
barely even moved.

He sat on the bed with her thick legs encasing him. Her knees were resting
above his hips and he tried to push them apart. Then he tried clawing at the
iron vice of her thighs. Jade lay back and watched his futile efforts with a
grin on her face.

Tom reached behind his waist to try and pry off the hard calves pressing into
the small of his back. He had no hope, her legs were just as muscular as the
rest of her body.

Jade smiled at him as he continued his hopeless attempts to break free of her
lock. He didn’t have a chance and he knew it. She effortlessly rolled him back
over, reclaiming her dominant position.

"Do you want to be punished?" she asked him flirtatiously, sitting on his
still hard dick. She flexed the awesome biceps once more, filling him with
dread and wonder. Then she leaned forward.

Jade slowly lowered her ultra-developed body onto his, the weight of her
massive muscles pressing down against him. Tom felt her body pulsating with
power. A combination of hard muscles and soft flesh eased against his body. He
could feel her heartbeat through the throb of her veins pressing onto him. She
matched her legs with his, sliding her swollen thighs against the outsides of
his legs the sides of her mountainous calves rubbing against his shins.

She eased her stomach down against his, his slight beer-gut being pressed flat
by her solid ridges. Her firm breasts crushed down against his chest and he
could feel the hardened nipples stabbing him.

Her huge round shoulders totally shadowed his and her arms too, lying flat on
top of him, were much thicker. Finally she placed her palms flat onto his and
let gravity work, the sheer weight her massive muscles dominating him.

Slowly she kissed his neck with exquisite tenderness. She felt him shiver.

Tom lay pinned, helpless under muscle - so much muscle. Jade began to move her
mighty body, tensing and flexing in time with the rhythmic easing back and
forth of her physique. He felt muscles harden and relax against his flesh. The
heat of her awesome body pressed hard against him. His body reacted
instinctively to her stimulation and he felt himself throb with sexual
excitement.

She grasped his erection and guided it into her body, sliding herself down the
shaft. Tom gasped as she forced him to enter her, helpless to prevent her from
screwing him.

Jade moved faster, her muscles still working hard against him. She bulged and
flexed, rubbing her devastating body along his flesh, inciting his pleasure to
a dazzling intensity.

He began to gasp, lying helplessly beneath her, lost in the pure sensation of
sex. She responded to him moaning with a soft sighing of her own, building up
as the speed and intensity rose.

She stepped up the pace a little, jerking her whole body up and down above
him. She still pressed down onto him, with her whole body, her electric
muscles rolling across him.

He felt her body moving. He felt every hardened muscle as it throbbed and
flexed, the pulse beating the rhythm of strong sex.

Suddenly she squeezed her vaginal muscles. Hard. Tom gasped, feeling the
vice-like clamp. However close to orgasm he had been was instantly cut short
by the violent restriction. With precision control, she released him and began
again with such a tender motion.

Again she built up to a violent fury of movement, unrestrained and
inexhaustible. She didn’t even pause for breath. And when she saw he was ready
to climax, again she gripped his dick, biting down with her mighty muscles.
She watched his agonised expression, carefully judging what was going on with
his body. Then she began again.

Jade was sweating now, running rivets of moisture down solid cuts of defined
musculature and onto Tom’s burning body. She could keep this going for hours
if need be, but worried about the kind of damage she could do if she wasn’t
careful.

Tom was in a daze, knowing only the intensity of being tirelessly and
mercilessly fucked by this woman. He couldn’t even speak anymore, the only
sound expelled from his mouth a kind of shuddering whine. He wondered just how
long this kind of pressure could continue. Then he suddenly exploded into
orgasm. His body went into complete spasm, locking and quivering as she
drained him. Then he collapsed, spent and helpless.

Jade stopped and held herself above him a moment, watching him to be sure he
was finished. She then rolled gently off of him. She pulled the robe around
her shoulders and stood.

She said something, but his head was throbbing, blood pounding in his ears,
and he couldn’t make out the words. Then she left.

Tom lay exhausted, wasted by her fantastically built body. Finally he stirred
and was able to pull his clothes back onto his drained body.