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Ursula Parkheart, P.I. : The Flexing Detective in
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FROM THE AMAZONS ARENA BBS 714.840.1145
© WIG, LTD 1993
Ursula Parkheart, P.I.:
The Flexing Detective
in
"The Adventure of the Amorous Amazon"
Chapter Four (Cont'd.)
Presently, the towering muscle-packed Amazon stopped and regarded
me with clear, curious eyes that saw right through me.
"How tall are you, JT?", she asked, finally, tilting her head
inquiringly, as though the question had never occurred to her.
Her massive arms were folded against her abundant chest; they
pulsed with thick muscle, and I cleared my throat.
"F-five seven", I offered, though in fact I was closer to five-
six.
"Hmmm", she purred, stepping away from her desk now, dangerous
spiked heels clicking on the wood floor. She walked behind me,
and now circled around the old oak; a sexy excursion around an
adoring figure who would trade, in a second, all his rights and
worldly goods to be her slave....
She was the perfect woman for me, now and always. She was
defiantly proud of her incredible body, and would not cover it up
to assuage the fears of a frightened world; a world afraid of a
powerful woman who did not take any guff from anybody, ever...
She showed her thick rumbling flesh off to it's fullest degree,
disclosing pounds and inches of hot, dark ladymuscle, bared and
veined and throbbing, in skimpy fishnet tops and micro-
miniskirts. She'd flex and pump and dare a daunted world to look
away.
And if they did, who cared?
It was their loss...
Supersized, sculpted muscle and heaving double-d-cup breasts
ruled the day. One day, many women would sport this luscious
look, and life would be paradise for guys like me!
She came around behind me now, bending her statuesque figure low,
and whispered...
"I like that in a man. Smallness. As long as he's not small all
over", she sighed, breathlessly, seductively...
Standing over me, letting me lean back against her solid bulk,
she placed two hands on my shoulders, overwhelming them; and she
scratched them lightly with her blood-red talons. I closed my
eyes and enjoyed the rush of pleasure her touch bestowed upon me.
I could smell that erotic, exotic musky scent she alone had...
I turned to her.
"Gosh, Sally", I said, turning my head and looking into those
killer blues smiling down upon me. "I thought you only liked guys
that were, you know..." I shrugged, embarrassed to acknowledge my
shortcomings.
"Big? Like me?", she asked, bluntly. Now she was the one who
shrugged, drawing mountainous shoulders high for just a second,
before letting them drop in a thick glorious fall that made her
big swelling mountains of breast jiggle just a bit, and stretch
the suffering thin cloth. I know it wasn't nice, but I half-
wished it would split open, and the glorious big breasts would
come spilling out into my face.
She kissed my shoulder, paralyzing me with delight.
"Big's okay", she said, standing behind me and reaching over to
run her hands down my chest, kneading the none-too-firm flesh.
"But not always. Sometimes a great big hunk of ladymuscle like me
needs a sweet little guy to take under my big thick she-guns",
she sighed girlishly as she nodded to her arms; she made the
muscles throb and twitch on command as they reached down across
my chest. My hands went to them and ran up and down the sinewy
limbs as though to make sure they didn't get away. I could smell
her perfume. It made me want to sign over my soul for her
amusement.
"I want to hold a little sweetheart of a guy in my big, she-gun
arms; somebody I tower over and can dominate and give a good hard
spankin' to--when he needs it", she added.
"And take care of," she said, hinting a sweet promise in my ear.
"Who wants to be taken care of, JT", she added, kissing the top
of my head.
"Somebody cute and small who'll do everything I want, and make me
smile. Somebody who can adore me for the hot, big 'n busty gal I
am. And who knows? If he's good, and obeys the every little whim
and wish of the big lady bodybuilder, like spotting me when I
train, and bathing me when I'm sweaty, and tailoring all my
little outfits so they show more of my musclebod; well, who
knows? I could be happy.
`Couldn't you be happy, JT?", she asked, spinning me around and
pulling me to my feet easily and quickly as a rag-doll.
She reached down and undid the velvet short-shorts and pulled
them over her hips; she slid them down her thickly muscled legs.
Always faithful and eager to serve my big hot bosslady, I quickly
crouched at her feet and pulled the black garments over the high-
heeled shoes, my eyes locking momentarily on her big, perfect
calves. She rolled her stocking down oaken thighs, and I wrapped
them up carefully.
She had small ankles, like a ballerina's...
Ursula stood towering over me in her muscle-bound glory, the tank
top's end hovering on her hips, loose only at her wasp-waist
nearly as small as mine...
The silken heaven that was her vagina was covered by tiny pink
satin panties. It was inches from my face as I knelt and looked
up to her; I could detect a faint far-away scent of ladymusk. Was
she as excited as I was?
"Something interest you down there, JT?"
I looked down at the dark, beautiful thighs of steel. I reached
out and placed a worshipful hand on the thick quadriceps. It was
hard and smooth and I kissed it, unashamed to show my devotion
and my desire. Her calves were oversize diamonds of glorious
ladymuscle, hard to the touch.
Hands pulled me up and I stood against her, bare flesh against
her rock-hard voluptuousness. My hands reached to her shoulders,
running them along her upper chest that lay bared by the deep
scoop of the skimpy top.
"Oh, Sally", I said, nearly choked with happiness and lust. She
pulled me up to her, and I had to stand on tiptoe to meet her
mouth as it, finally, came down hard and longingly upon mine, her
painted lips parting as they did, opening her mouth in hot and
frank intent.
Our tongues met in brief battle, rubbing hard and wet and
fervently. But Ursula, ever dominant, took control of the kiss
as easily as she had taken control of my dreams. For a love-
drunken second, I wasn't sure who I was kissing; Ursula or the
remote and cool-edged Raye-Anne Hallison. I heard her bracelets
jingle on her wrist as she pulled me ever closer to her; my hands
went to her thick wide upper back, and slid hungrily under the
large armholes of her thin tank top. We leaned against the desk,
and I hoped desperately that she would push me down upon it, pull
off our clothes quickly, and take me, as I so wished she had
yesterday. I tried to lean back over the top, but Ursula's hot
mighty bulk was more than strong enough to resist; she had other
plans. My erection was eagerly seeking something to rub against,
as though possessed of a will of it's own. I began rubbing and
humping her steel thigh, leaking small wet ejaculations, verbal
and physical...
Quickly, her hands cupped my bottom, and she lifted me off my
feet as easily as she would a child; I locked my legs around the
small of her back as though I was climbing a tree. Never once
during this Amazonian feat did our kiss break; nor did I want it
to. Cries of delight stifled in my mouth, occupied as it was by
Ursula's prodding tongue; and they escaped only as muffled
breaths of pleasure from deep within my chest. I felt small and
protected in her powerful arms, weak and desiring only her touch;
to know her dark lush secrets as her muscular body would bury me
in her bed...
I felt the tree-trunk thickness of her powerful arms in my hands;
astonishing muscle at work beneath the skin...
She held me there for some time, effortlessly handling my
bodyweight as my mouth yielded to my Big Bosslady, urging her on,
her tongue like a whip I responded to hotly; my grasp upon her
large body tightening as I issued a small cry of bliss from the
sweet scouring of her tongue.
Somehow, sometime, during that kiss she had carried me over to
her chair, and sat down; I was blissfully unaware of moving at
all, as my eyes closed tight, fervent hands explored her back. I
cupped the prominent shoulder blades, feeling their hardness; I
stared at them every day, and now I had them in my hands so long
denied...
I felt orgasm nearing, from the sheer excitement of this rough
treatment at her hands...
Finally, when I thought she might be slacking in her intensity,
as though she had re-thought this at-long-last-pass at her
assistant, the kisses coming shorter now, the breaks for air
longer, I took a chance. I did not want this to stop; I wanted
her to tear the tiny swimsuit from my body and make me hers;
conquering me, claiming me as hers; right here, where I had spent
so many hours silently worshipping my exotic giantess whose
muscle and breast heaved and hushed all my thoughts.
"Please, Sally, take me, please, make me yours..." I begged,
before burying my face in her neck, to taste soft skin and silken
hair.
"Please fuck me, Sally", I urged her, choking, kissing her
steeply carved trapezius with an open trembling mouth.
She kissed my forehead.
"I think you better get back to your desk, JT, before your boss
does something she'll be sorry for."
I looked up to her. Her face had become oddly impassive...
"I won't be sorry", I encouraged her, my hand only now going to a
full breast that strained the cloth of her top. The nipple was
thick and erect and poked prominently through the cloth; her
areolae were plainly visible--she was braless, and it tickled my
palm. I leered at her with half-lidded eyes, my thin chest
heaving dreamily.
No dice. Ursula gently took the hand away from her bosom.
"I know, JT, but if I take you now, you won't have anything left
for Raye-Anne....", she offered.
"When can we?", I asked her like a child denied it's playground
visit.
She looked at me with large eyes that were full of sadness rather
than lust.
"Soon, my little secretary, soon...", she said, patting my arm.
"Promise?", I pouted, as I ran a hand along the hulking bicep.
"Yes, I promise. Now don't bother me, JT, or I'll get that big
leather belt and tan your little backside right over me knee",
she said in mock-threatening tones amidst a tired smile and
flexing muscle.
I would have been happy to accept that punishment and half-
thought of trotting over and fetching the belt and dropping my
drawers for her. I would lay across her lap and accept my
strapping if only to have more time with her...
But she had already turned away, as though in pain...
I obeyed her order and got up. The close contact of our flesh had
lubricated our thighs with a thin veneer of perspiration; and I
stumbled just a bit as I stood; Ursula's thick solid arms caught
me. Our eyes met again; they stayed locked onto one another even
as I turned to walk out of the room; and unfastened only when my
distracted vision caused me to walk right into the inner office
door as it sat ajar...
The moment lightened, and Ursula broke out into a motherly
chuckle as she sat at her desk.
I dressed with trembling hands in my office. Presently, through
the open door, I saw her rise, and march in her panties,
stockings over her broad shoulder, to the ladies' room off her
office. The door slammed hard, almost in anger.
I took care of last-second business in the office, arranging
everything just so; Ursula liked it that way. But my mind was
lost in a fog of females; they made my brain swim until I shook
off the little pool of dirty daydreams...
Ursula had finally come round!
Forget flashing female ladycops who were married anyway; forget
even Raye-Raye, who had reduced me to a shivering, jelly-kneed
poolside sex slave with little more than a quick flex and a snap
of her fingers; forget them all...
I had Ursula.
My mind ran to a future that revolved around her in every waking
instant. I could still work for her, couldn't I? Wouldn't it be
a money-saver if we got married? Of course, I'd get rid of my
place. I could live with her. I had only seen the inside of her
bedroom once, when we stopped off for just a moment to pick up a
piece of mis-delivered mail; she laid her huge musclebod down
every night upon a queen-size waterbed covered in black satin.
When she had gone into the kitchen, hadn't I thrown myself down
upon it and enjoyed the sway of the waves as they gurgled beneath
the sheets? I smelled Ursula's deeply erotic earthy scent on the
bedspread, and imagined...
And ejaculated, too, I reminded myself. Right in my shorts.
As I was leaving the office on still-shaky knees, she called out
to me, and came to the doorway that separated our offices; god,
she was magnificent...
She had put her shorts and stockings back on; I wished she had
let me do that for her...
"Oh, listen JT...", she said, extending a twenty dollar bill in
her hand. I asked her what it was for.
"Condoms, kiddo. Weren't you paying attention? You might need
them tonight. And pick up a number three platter for me at the
health food store. Tell them to deliver it. I'm starved..Oh,
and for chrissakes, JT," she said pretending to be annoyed and
pointing her chin at my nether regions, "will you please put some
pants on?"
I realized I was still in the swimsuit; I was so distracted I had
forgotten to put on my slacks! I stood there in shirt, tie, and
briefs...
I stumbled and mumbled an apology---I had almost gotten used to
walking around in the tiny green trunks! I complied.
Ursula watched my pull my slacks up my trim legs, and when I was
done she stepped over to me, across her threshold. She leaned
against me once again, her tumbling breasts resting on my
shoulders. A talon scraped lightly across my testicles through
the cloth. Before my hands could go to her arms like flies to
sugar, she grabbed my elbows, cupping them in either hand.
I found myself lifted high off my feet, over her head. My feet
dangled...
"Hey, careful there, JT", she cautioned me, ducking an
inadvertent kick. "You put any bruises on my bod and I'm gonna
make you kiss it til it gets better...How 'bout that?"
I smiled, looking down at her for once, rather than craning my
neck upwards. I was held aloft by Sally Parkheart as easily as
she would hoist a baby...
The office looked different from so high up. But now, didn't
everything?
On the way down, she held me just long enough to insert her
tongue in my mouth and quell the battle my own tongue would make
with hers; and I acquiesced as she licked the back of my
throat...
Finally, she lowered me, and I felt the reassurance of the
hardwood floor beneath my feet. I would rather be aloft in her
arms...
I took the twenty and left, full of her lipstick. At least she
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