I woke up alone in bed, aching for the touch of my wife. There was a metallic taste in my mouth, my nipples were rock hard, and my pussy soaking wet. I wanted so badly to touch myself, but my hands refused to move in that direction.
"Rebecca? Where are you?"
"I'm in the bathroom! Get in here and see your next surprise."
My whole being leapt at the command of her voice. I threw off the sheets and rushed to the bathroom to greet my wife good morning. The vision of her naked form took my breath away.
"Rebecca," I said. "You're so...so...big."
Her long platinum blonde hair, shaved at the sides, flipped over her deep blue eyes as she smirked at me. "I found that shop you told me about and spiked our piña coladas last night. I added four inches of height and thirty pounds of lean muscle. You like?" She raised her arms above her head and flexed. I almost came just from watching her move.
Rebecca now stood six feet tall, with broad, majestic shoulders and beefy, cut arms. I stepped closer and meekly touched her defined triceps. A tribal tattoo covered her left shoulder, accentuating the curve of her delts. I had never seen back muscles so thick and rounded on a woman before; every crease was both sharp and smooth at the same time. A clean line ran down her chest between her pecs, and her breasts seemed larger too. I ran my fingers down her six-pack abs, to her razor-sharp V-line, to her incredibly muscled thighs. Another tribal tattoo curved across her ribs under her right breast.
My mind switched onto autopilot. I shifted my mouth to her nipple and began working it with my tongue. It was harder than I had ever felt before--no, wait, that was something else. Was that a stud in my tongue?
"Fuck," Rebecca groaned, "that feels better than I imagined." She pushed my head down to her pussy, leaning against the bathroom counter as I knelt on the hard tile floor. She grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pulled me deeper into her. "Harder, bitch, harder." My tongue obeyed her without question. "Faster, faster. Yes, yes, YES!" A massive orgasm tore through her body.
I felt my own begin to respond, go right to the edge--and stop, just before cumming. I hovered in that moment, ready to go over at the drop of a pin. I had never almost cum just from giving oral before. What had Rebecca done to me?
My wife grabbed me by the neck and lifted me to my feet. She began furiously kissing me, her new height and bulk swallowing my petite form. Rebecca actually picked me up--cradled me as if I weighed nothing--and carried me to the bed. She pinned down my arms and hungrily bit at my neck, my shoulders, my breasts, my nipples. Oh my god, the ecstasy of being so powerless and weak, of being completely at the mercy of my impossibly strong wife.
She sat atop me and released my arms. I gripped her steel thighs and wrapped my hands around the back of her ass. It was like touching a lioness, all strength and sensuality. Rebecca grabbed the headboard of the bed, rose up on her knees, then lowered her pussy onto my mouth, grinding herself on my face while my tongue and its new stud rhythmically stroked her clit.
She came again, and again, and again.
At last, she must have been satisfied, because she slid off of me. She lay beside, raised up on one massive arm, and inserted two fingers into my slit. Her thumb rubbed my clit, slowly and gently at first, then harder and faster. I felt like she was lifting me off the bed just by my pussy. The pleasure grew and grew and grew, but I remained right at the edge of orgasm.
"Why can't I cum?" I pleaded.
Again, her blonde bangs flipped over her eyes, and she gave me a mischievous smile. "Because I haven't given you permission." She gripped my pussy tighter. I felt like my clit was going to explode.
"Now you may cum."
A soul-shattering scream erupted from my lungs. Waves of fire rose from my toes to my scalp. My insides melted, and I lost all control over my arms. I screamed again. A pleasure ripped through me so intensely that I blacked out.
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I awoke with Rebecca holding me against her chest with her massively strong arms. I couldn't remember my name. All I knew was that I belonged to Rebecca.
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When I woke up again, Rebecca was stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her chest. Droplets of water glistened on her muscled form. She pulled a blue flowery dress out of the closet and tossed it on top of me.
"We're leaving for brunch in ten. Wear this. It will show off your ink."
"Yes, ma'am." I went into the bathroom and for the first time looked at myself in the mirror. A fine line tattoo of a flowering vine wove itself from the my right upper back, diagonally down across my waist and onto the top of my left thigh. I slipped on the dress, which had deep cleavage and an open back. It indeed showed off my ink very well.
After brushing my teeth and hair, I walked over to the dresser. "No underwear," Rebecca ordered.
She had changed into a tight white tee. The sleeves hit in the middle of her massive delts, and it was cropped snugly a few inches below her breasts. Without a bra, the cut of her pecs and the round nubs of her nipples were revealed clearly. A pair of low waisted, loose black capris showed off her abs, ass, and calves. Her hair was slicked back with some kind of product.
Rebecca cleared her throat and nodded at the floor, toward a pair of heeled sandals. I quickly knelt before her to slip them onto her divinely shaped feet. Without even thinking, I kissed her sexy toes.
"Good girl. Let's go."
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We walked to brunch with Rebecca's beefy arm squeezing me tight, drifting possessively between my ass and the back of my neck. I kept one hand around her waist and another on her abs, so that I could feel her flexing muscles as she walked. Rebecca steered me down the hallway and out the hotel's front doors toward our brunch restaurant. I had no idea what time it was, but the sun was well up in the sky, and the warm air heated the top of my chest.
Yesterday, I had felt every eye drawn to me. Today, though, while the men still stared openly at me (and especially at my cleavage), I noticed women turning and following Rebecca with their gaze. And she often returned their gaze with an appraising look of her own. Every time she did this, it turned me on a little.
The front of the hotel opened to a covered arcade running parallel to the beach. Our brunch destination was about a ten-minute walk along the arcade. I sighed and lay my head on Rebecca's shoulder as we walked. "Thank you for being so good to me," I said. "I love my new tattoo and tongue stud."
Rebecca kissed me on top of my head. "You're welcome, pet. They look incredibly sexy on you." My heart glowed from these words of praise.
"Why couldn't I cum this morning? Did you do something else to me?"
Rebecca chuckled. "A few things, all of which you will love. Yes, I did make it so that you can only cum when I give you permission, but you will also cum on my command."
I laughed. "What? That's not poss--"
"Cum now, slut," she whispered.
