The Demolitionist – part 3
by Sean Porter
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"Hey
Katrina! What's going on?"
"Actually, I was just
heading out to a job. You wanna come along?"
"A
Demolitionist job? Of course!"
Katrina laughed. "I'll pick you up on my way."
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She was at my door only a few
minutes later. I leered appreciatively
at her scantily clad frame. Her white
tank top obviously hadn't been designed with a body like hers in mind; the low
neckline and large armholes revealed a considerable percentage of her large,
perky breasts. She had tied its lower
half into a knot just below them, which kept it from dangling and also left her
tanned, toned abs in full, glorious view.
Her lower half was clothed
(barely) with one of her favorite accessories; torn jean shorts. She was fond of making shorts from blue
jeans, and lately had been borrowing pairs of mine. This was fair, I suppose, since I was partly
responsible for how frequently she had been destroying her own lately. Of course, unlike most people she ripped her
jean shorts by hand, which resulted in an uneven but much sexier look. This pair consisted of barely enough fabric
to hold together. Her long, powerfully
curvaceous legs looked incredibly sexy.
Her unbelievable body, along with her dazzling, energetic smile, wild
red hair and girl-next-door good looks, made her seem like the perfect woman,
but only I knew that her personality and sex drive were even more
incredible. And of course, on top of all
that, she was spectacularly strong, and madly in love
with me. I knew she had changed into her
sexiest work clothes after talking to me.
She appreciatively received
my awed, lustful stare in silence for a few seconds, then
giggled. "There'll be plenty of
time for that later. Let's go!"
* * * * * * *
She ran while carrying me,
easily covering miles in mere minutes.
We soon arrived at a construction site.
It was late evening, and the place was nearly abandoned. I saw a few workers packing up their
things. One of them noticed Katrina and
waved.
We jogged over. "Hi
"Nice to see you
Katrina,"
"Great," she gushed
excitedly.
"This
one of your crew? I've never gotten to meet any of
them."
"Uh no," Katrina
hastily responded, "This is Sean.
We've got a date," she added with a grin.
"A
date? Tonight?"
She hurriedly responded,
"Oh, don't worry, they will.
They'll be here any minute."
"Alright, I'm sure
they'll do a great job as always. That's
why we pay you so well, after all."
By now
Katrina looked at me. Confused, I had to ask her, "They'll be
here any minute? Who's
they?"
Looking over my shoulder,
Katrina made sure
I nodded. "Let's put them to work."
* * * * * * *
I followed Katrina over to
the huge pile of construction debris, both of us shedding clothes as we
went. My huge cock stood at attention as
I watched Katrina pick up a large chunk of concrete and hold it above her head
with one hand. Her naked body gleamed in
the twilight. "
Staring into my eyes, Katrina
spoke slowly and deliberately.
"Tonight I work for you. I
want you to tell me what to do and how to do it. How fast or slow, for how long, what, where,
when and why. It's all for you. I'm totally under your command." I shuddered at the awesome privilege of
directing this spectacular specimen of feminine power, beauty and sexuality.
Looking around at the debris,
I searched carefully for my first request.
"That wall."
There was a small section of
brick wall, relatively intact, about six feet square. I pointed at it. "Can you destroy it with just your legs
and feet?"
Katrina snorted with
contempt. "Let's get one thing
straight. You are not to ask if I 'can'
do it. You are to order me to fulfill
your every fantasy. Whatever you care to
imagine, I will do. Let me worry about
if I 'can' or not."
She strode angrily over to
the section of brick wall. "Can I
destroy..." she muttered angrily.
Without ceremony she gripped it by one edge, stood it up vertically, and
drove her bare foot through its center.
It shattered in two. Still
gripping the upper half, she stomped on the lower one a couple times, crushing
bricks beneath her gorgeous toes. Then
she positioned the remaining half, a chunk about three feet by four feet, in
the crook of her bent knee. She raised
her foot behind her, cradling the wall between her thigh and calf. Not touching the wall with any other part of
her, she flexed her leg, turning to give me the most advantageous view of her
bulging, chiseled gam. The wall was firmly trapped against the
length of her hamstring, and already beginning to crumble against her incredible
calf muscles even before she brought her knee forward. Now she was compressing it upwards against
her thigh and buttock, balancing on the ball of her other foot, giving me a
sexy smirk of satisfaction. The wall was
giving way, being crushed by her inexorably powerful and luscious leg. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her face and
body, but her confident, knowing smile never flinched. Soon the wall was disintegrated beyond recognition. She crushed a few of the remaining pebbles
between her toes.
"What's next?" she
challenged.
My eye fell on a steel
girder. It was a thick, reinforced
length of metal about eight feet long and sort of 'H' shaped. I bent down to pick it up. It was even heavier than I'd thought. I could only lift one end of it off the
ground and sort of hold it out to her.
"Take this," I said quietly.
Obediently, she plucked it from my grasp and held it up with one hand.
I did my best to sound like I
was giving an order rather than a request.
"Fold it in half."
She grinned widely. She was obviously pleased with my improved
delivery. "Yes sir," she
whispered sexily.
Her hands held the cold steel
about three feet apart. I realized she
was going to attempt to bend it the hard way, against the thickness of the beam. Holding it out in front of her at chest
level, she stared over it into my eyes as her shoulders and biceps flexed into
astonishingly hard and striated mounds of muscle. Next came her
breasts, lifting from her chest and thrusting forward, growing rounder, harder
and above all larger as her pectorals bulged into giant slabs of femuscle. But the
steel held firm. For a few moments,
nothing happened. Katrina's face
hardened, though the sexy smile remained.
Her eyes grew cold and vacant.
She was absolutly motionless; only the
whiteness of her knuckles and an occasional twitch from her titanically
flexed muscles betrayed how much force she was pouring into the metal.
Time seemed to stop. We stared at each other, neither of us
breathing, her gloriously naked body exerting every ounce of its limitless
power on the steel beam. Suddenly there
was an ear-splitting groan, and the bar bent very slightly. She grunted and poured on the pressure. Slowly and steadily, the beam continued to
bend over on itself. Her incredibly
pumped arms smoothly brought the ends down until they met, and the beam was
completely doubled over.
"Wow," I whispered.
Then Katrina smirked at me
and repositioned the bar, holding it out as before, except now half as long and
twice as thick. "Give me a break,
Sean. I thought you knew how strong I
was."
Now she clenched her fists,
and the thick steel collapsed in her grip.
She flexed again, and in another moment she had bent the double-thick
bar in half again. She looked just as
incredible doing it, but she made it look infinitely easier.
"You didn't really think
that would be a challenge for me, did you?" she scoffed, tossing the heavy
metal aside. "Now come on, put me
to work."
She was teasing me, baiting
me, and it was working. Feeling a blush
of embarrassment, I looked around again.
"Alright miss, I want you to crush these cement blocks over here
against your breasts."
Without missing a beat, she
sauntered over to the pile of cinder blocks I had indicated. "Your wish is my command,
master." Her sultry, submissive
voice was a stark contrast to the act of power which followed it. She grabbed a block in each hand. "Like this?" As her deep green eyes stared into mine, she
raised one of the blocks to her glistening chest. Using a twisting motion, she began to grind
it slowly against her stiff nipple.
White powder fell gently down onto her stomach and legs. She continued this, slowly, deliberately, until
she had formed a lovely cone-shaped indentation in the cement, which she held
out to me. I took it, thinking how great
it would look on a shelf in my bedroom.
"Or maybe you meant more
like this..." she continued, slamming the other block against her tit with
incredible force. The hard cement
shattered to pieces against the beautiful sphere of femininity. She made her way through the entire pile,
sensually destroying one cinder block after another against and between her
perfect breasts. Never did her burning
green eyes leave my awestruck gaze, nor the confident, sultry smirk leave her beautiful lips. When the entire pile was reduced to dust at
her sexy feet, she put her hands on her hips and stood waiting for her next
assignment.
I decided it was time for a
real challenge. Indicating a massive
stone boulder almost as tall as I was, I instructed my dream girl, "Crush
this between your thighs."
Katrina confidently walked
toward the boulder. She sat down facing
it, then lay back, her perfect round breasts jiggling
slightly atop her chest. She stretched
her legs up around the circumference of the boulder as far as they would
go. Squeezing with her knees and ankles,
she hoisted its incomprehensible weight from the ground and settled it onto her
pelvis with obvious pleasure.
"Ooooh,"
she moaned as her pussy began seeping fluid over the hard stone.
Her narrow ankles and
delicate feet barely reached halfway up the boulder, and were separated by at
least five feet of solid rock. I began
to seriously doubt whether even she could do any damage to that much rock with
such terrible leverage.
But Katrina just folded her
hands casually behind her head (alluringly flexing her biceps) and began to
focus the devastating power of her shapely legs on the giant rock. I gazed longingly at the leg closest to me as
every muscle in it flexed to its maximum potential. From her hard, bulging buttock to her sleek,
tapering calf, every line and curve of her leg was exquisitely feminine, yet
awesomely powerful. Her stomach was also
a topographical map of sheer muscularity.
Although she didn't normally make a point of showing off her abs,
feeling that a smooth, flat stomach was sexier, it was obvious now that her
six-pack was unmatched by any Mr. Olympia or liquor store.
But it was her long,
steel-hard thighs that were being tested the most. Beneath them, small cracks were forming and
pebbles beginning to crumble away. She
gritted her teeth, now genuinely sweating with effort. Her incredible quads began to shake as she
poured on their devastating power.
"Aaaagghhhh..." she grunted
desperately, her entire body straining.
A full 60 seconds passed, the cracks slowly widening and deepening as
she continued her superhuman effort. The
ground was soaked with her sweat, but also with gallons of her pre-cum, now
gushing from her pussy against what must have been hundreds of tons of force.
Suddenly her body convulsed
in a monumental orgasm. Her back arched
high off of the ground, her breasts expanding as they thrust upwards. She screamed hoarsely, filling the air with
the sexy, deafening roar of her satisfaction.
Her heels dug into the side of the boulder and pulled it inexorably
towards her as a jet of hot cum shot from her vagina. Her thighs ground the boulder to bits as the
powerful stream of cum drilled straight through its center. In less than a minute, the huge rock was
completely gone.
Katrina lay on the ground,
completely spent, her glorious body covered with dirt but still utterly pumped
and devastatingly sexy. Slowly the
confident smirk returned to her flushed lips, and her eyes found mine once
again. She beckoned me towards her.
More aware than ever before
of how awesomely powerful this voluptuous vixen was, I slowly moved towards
her. As I drew near, she sensually
extended her long leg and stroked her toes along my thigh, reminding me that
whatever else she might be capable of, she was still a
woman who loved me. I lowered myself
tenderly onto her.
Her soft, smooth skin was
covered with hard, tiny pebbles of stone and cement, which somehow made it feel
even sexier. Her arms and legs wrapped
tenderly around me as my hard dick slipped into her. Her tight vagina was still pulsating gently
from her colossal release, and was incredibly slick and slippery. I moved slowly in and out of her, luxuriating
in her intensely feminine sexuality and strength. My tongue licked her heaving breasts clean as
my hands wandered greedily up and down her back and waist, feeling the pumped, superstrong femuscle just beneath
her silky flesh. She closed her eyes and
moaned, a long, deep, slow sound of satisfaction.
A few moments later, she
uncoiled her legs from around my back and smoothly sat up, then stood, gently
supporting me with her arms. Holding my
body firmly against hers with one hand, she walked quickly over to the pile of
debris that remained. Smoothly she laid down on top of it, never allowing my shaft to slip from
her viselike vagina. As I again began to
thrust in and out of her, she plunged her hands into the rubble. The look in her eyes told me to pick up the
pace.
Her hands reemerged, each
clenching a piece of scrap iron. Her
small fists began to squeeze against the cold metal with incomprehensible
force. It soon glowed
orange in her grip, then white. She
brought her hands together over her chest, the molten metal inches from my
face. Drops of liquid iron fell onto her
damp skin, sizzling dangerously, but she only smiled deliciously at me and
pressed her palms together until the metal was compressed out of existence.
Once again she reached
downward and secured a grip on something.
This time she lifted a boulder from the ground about the size of a large
watermelon. She positioned it above and
behind her head, giving me a perfect view of it as she began to crush it
between her hands. Her breasts, now
sprinkled with cooling pellets of iron, expanded and pressed into my chest,
practically supporting my entire weight as she exerted hundreds of tons of
force on the solid stone with her extended arms. It cracked, crumbled, and disintegrated into
a shower of pebbles and dust.
She moaned and purred as I
pounded her more frantically, my hands stroking and grasping as much of her
writhing body as possible. Meanwhile she
continued to seek out and destroy concrete and metal with her hands. Behind me, her feet searched out objects to
crush and mangle against the ground and each other. It seemed as if she was trying to destroy as
much rubble as she could in as many ways and as quickly as she could all at
once. Suddenly I had an idea I very much
liked. Wondering if I was still "in
charge," I gave her another order.
"Turn over."
She looked at me curiously, then grinned with an excited gleam in her eye. Quickly she released me, then
acrobatically flipped over. On her hands
and knees, she offered herself to me again, her rock hard, bulbous butt pointed
skyward. I gently slid into her pussy
from behind. As I drove my cock all the
way in again, gripping her hips for leverage, she screamed outright with
pleasure. The echo of her powerful voice
filled our ears for several seconds as she recovered from her abrupt climax.
I reached down and grabbed a
medium sized brick. Teasingly, I brushed
it over her perfect posterior, its pointed corner failing to produce the
slightest scratch on her soft, gleaming skin.
She moaned in anticipation, arching her back and digging her breasts
into the debris beneath her. I wedged
the brick between her ass cheeks and watched in awe as she flexed her glutes into two marble-like spheres which mercilessly
obliterated the edge of the brick with a crunch. I pushed it in harder, and she relaxed just
enough to let more of the hard material become trapped in her infinitely harder
ass. For the billionth time I thought to
myself how much I loved that she had a substantial, rounded ass rather than a
skinny, non-existent one. Even though it
was big, it was still solid muscle, and how could she have crushed an entire
brick between her cheeks if they hadn't been of such glorious proportions? She sighed with pleasure as the remainder of
the brick was ground into powder before my eyes by her sumptuous rear end.
More turned on than I'd ever
been, I began fucking her like mad, squeezing her rock hard butt with my hands
and slamming into her steamy sex like a jackhammer. She gasped for breath, her sweat-soaked red
hair enveloping her face, her fingers and toes digging into the ground. When I finally came, my cock felt like a fire
hose gushing gallons of cum into her.
But her orgasm produced even more fluid, gushing out over our legs and
feet, hissing as it hit the ground and evaporating into sweet smelling
vapor. We both collapsed, me falling
against her strong back, she lying on the dusty remains of the rubble she had
crushed with her hands, arms, breasts, legs and feet in her uncontrollable
passion.
I kissed her neck gently as
we lay contentedly for a long time.
Finally we stood up, both covered with dirt,
and surveyed the building site.
Katrina's work was quite clearly finished. "I've never enjoyed a job that
much," she giggled. "You
certainly know how to put me to work!"
She took me home and we
jumped in the shower, being sure to have just as much fun getting clean as we
did getting dirty.