The Trainer
by AmazonFan
A personal trainer teaches erotic mixed wrestling
Update: 03/10/1997 to amazfan

My story begins on a Saturday morning.  The first Saturday 
since I moved in with my girlfriend Hallie.  I moved in with her, 
rather than the other way around, because she lives in a 
condo I could only dream of affording.  Hallie's family is rich.  
Very rich.  The "grew up with housekeepers and gardeners 
and chauffeurs" kind of rich.  Daddy bought the condo for 
her.  Pays all her bills.

She's a beautiful young woman who carries herself with the 
kind of grace and immense self-confidence that seems in-
bred in old money families.  Keeps herself in great shape.  
She's a natural blonde, about 5'7", 124 pounds.  Radiant 
smile, piercing blue eyes.  A knockout.  Very critical of her 
own appearance.  Always striving for perfection.  Had her 
breasts enlarged to a very full, firm 36D.  She confided to me 
that she had it done so that her breasts would be bigger 
and better than most other women's.  Not comic book huge 
like a stripper's, but the size that men would always take a 
second look and the other women would always be 
envious.

So how did I end up hooked up with a rich beauty?  After all, 
I come from a strictly middle class family.  But I have a good 
education, a damn good job with one of the best law firms 
in the country, and pretty good prospects that I'll someday 
be pulling in a pretty good salary on my own.

Yeah, I know what you wondering.  She's not after me for my 
money or connections.  She's got tons more than I do.

You're right.  So I'll be honest, but some of you are going to 
think I've got a big ego.  But I'm not telling you what I think of 
myself, I'm telling you what women say about me.  Women 
seem to really like me.  I've been dating since junior high 
school.  Never had trouble getting just about any girl I 
wanted to go out with me.  Why?

I treat women with respect.  I show them a good time.  I'm 
attentive.  I'm a good conversationalist and, more 
importantly, a good listener.  I'm good looking enough.  
Lanky build.  And (here's the part that really sounds like 
boasting, but I've got references) I'm really good in bed.  I 
mean, women who'd never had an orgasm having multiple 
earth-shattering climaxes, type of good in bed.  Many of the 
women I bed say I'm the best they've ever had.  Maybe 
they're just flattering me, but I never have gotten any 
complaints.

So I guess at least part of the reason that Hallie wanted me 
to move in is physical.  The other part may be that I put up 
with her bossing me around a little.  I think she just grew up 
that way.  She was a spoiled only child with all that 
household staff to boss around.  So maybe it just comes 
naturally to her.  As for me, I really don't mind it that much.  I 
grew up in a house where my mother tended to give my 
father the orders.  That may be the reason I've always found 
myself attracted to women who were forceful and knew 
what they wanted and made their own decisions.

Be that as it may, this particular Saturday I was in the condo 
alone.  Hallie had planned to return from a business trip on 
Friday afternoon, but her flights got scrubbed due to bad 
thunderstorms.  She was almost stranded because all the 
good hotels were booked solid, but the president of the 
company she was visiting (a friend of her father's) put her up 
at his mansion and then invited her to stay for a big 
barbecue Saturday afternoon.  Hallie, of course, had to go 
clothes shopping for the party since she didn't bring 
anything.  She said she'd take a midday flight on Sunday.

There I was, in the living room, watching CNN on tv, sitting in 
my boxers, eating a bowl of corn flakes for breakfast.  
Suddenly I heard a key in the lock and I'm trying to figure out 
how Hallie got back.  Did daddy charter a plane for her?  I 
stood up and the door swings open and in walks another 
woman!  Not only that, but she's over six feet tall!

"Whoops!" I exclaimed, embarrassed to get caught in my 
underwear.

She just chuckled and said "Don't worry.  I'm used to seeing 
all kinds of people in all states of dress and undress."  She put 
down the things she was carrying, a duffel and a larger bag.

"You'll have to excuse me, but am I supposed to know who 
you are?" I asked.

"Well, you've got to be Brad, the boyfriend.  Hallie's told me 
a lot about you." she grinned.  "I'm Amanda, Hallie's 
personal trainer.  Didn't she tell you I come by every 
Saturday?"  She extended a hand and we shook.  Her hand 
was big and her grip was firm.

"Not only didn't she tell me, but she's not here," I replied.

"What?"

"She got stranded out of town because of the bad weather 
and now it turns out she's not going to be back until 
tomorrow."

"Gee, that's too bad.  Someone's supposed to call me to 
cancel by Friday night because it's a standing 
appointment."

"I didn't know and I guess she forgot to have her secretary 
handle it." I said.

"It's a shame.  I get paid my fee unless she cancels in 
advance," Amanda said.

"Do I have to write you a check?" I asked.

"No.  It's all taken care of.  But even though Hallie will never 
miss the money, I hate to take it for nothing.  As long as I'm 
here, would you like me to show you how a personal trainer 
works?  The session's paid for."

"You think I should be working out more?" I asked.

"MORE?" she chuckled, her eyes scanning my torso.  "I'd say 
STARTING to work out would be a good idea for you."

With the hours I put in at the office, I'll admit that it's been a 
long time since I did any regular exercise.

"It shows, huh?" I asked.

"It's my job to know," she answered.

"Well I appreciate your candor, but I'm not sure," I hesitated.

"How come?"

"Well, exercise programs have never really appealed to 
me because I think I'd get bored.  It's the same kind of 
routine over and over.  I need something spontaneous.  
Something unpredictable.  To keep me alert and 
motivated.  And I really think I'd be happier with something 
competitive.  I figure a trainer like you is good at pushing 
people to work harder, but nothing gets me going like 
competing against someone else."

"I've known a couple of guys, old boyfriends actually, who 
had the same attitude that you do," she said.

"And you convinced them otherwise?"

"Not exactly.  What I did was find something that met their 
needs.  Just like you.  No routines.  Competitive.  Plus, from 
my perspective, has cardio-vascular and strength-building 
benefits."

"And what, pray tell, is this miracle exercise?"

"It's not exercise.  It's wrestling."

"You're kidding," I said.

"No.  Done right it's a great workout."

"Wrestling like they do in high school and college?" I asked.

"No.  Not like that.  You need a ref to do that to keep score 
for takedowns and escapes and pins and you have to 
know what holds are legal, and such.  No, it's wide-open.  As 
long as it's not considered a dirty move, like choking or eye-
gouging or kicking a guy you know where."

I chuckled a little.  "So how often did they let you win a fall?" I 
smirked.

"What do you mean, LET me win," she shot back sharply.

"Look, I imagine, given what you do for a living, that you're in 
great condition, and probably pretty strong.  And seeing 
how tall you are, I imagine your legs would be pretty good 
weapons in a wrestling match.  But in upper body strength?  
Not to be sexist, but you are a woman, and unless the guys 
you were wrestling weighed a lot less than me, you must 
have been at a big disadvantage in upper body strength."

"Well, truth be told, they were both heavier than you.  I'd 
guess between thirty and forty-five pounds.  And I'd win ten 
or eleven times out of twelve." she replied matter-of-factly.

"You're shitting me," I laughed.

"No.  I'm not."

"So how'd you think you'd do against me?" I asked.

"I'd have to go easy on you," she grinned mischievously.  
"Even then you wouldn't be able to get me."

"Knowing how I feel about competition, it sounds like you're 
trying to goad me into a match," I said.

"Like I said, Hallie's already paid for my time, so I can either 
walk out the door or we can walk down the hallway and 
you can try out my exercise program."

I paused.  Amanda just stood there grinning.

"Not afraid of losing, are you?" she teased.  "Think I'd tell 
Hallie that you lost to me?"

"Despite the record you claim, I still doubt very seriously that 
you'd beat me," I answered.

"Well then, sounds like you've nothing to lose.  Except 
maybe a precious little bit of that male ego.  When you get 
your butt handed to you."

"Now you're pushing me," I grinned.

"That's what I'm supposed to do.  I'm a trainer," she laughed.

"How long's she paid you for?" I asked.

"An hour.  But that's for supervision.  For wrestling, I'd cut the 
time in half."

"Why don't we just try it a little bit and see if I like it," I 
suggested.

"Oh, you're going to love it, Brad.  I can tell."

She picked up her duffel and the other bag and led me 
down the hallway.  Hallie's got three bedrooms in her giant 
condo.  One's her bedroom, the second's a guest room 
and the third is where she exercises.

Amanda nudged the door open and flicked on the lights.

"There are some rubber mats stored in the closet," she told 
me.  "I'm just going to stow this new stuff that I picked up for 
Hallie."

She reached into the bag and pulled out two shiny new 
dumbbells.

"Aren't these beauties?" she remarked.

"My god, those look huge." I said.  "How heavy are they?"

"These are just 45's"

"Hallie can lift those?"

"She's ready for them, yeah."

It hit me that Amanda had hauled the two of them in the bag 
in one hand and I'd never have known she was toting 90 
pounds because she'd carried it like it was a loaf of bread.

I yanked the mats out of the closet and she helped me 
spread them out.  She was still wearing the baggy warm-ups 
she had on when she breezed in the front door.

"I guess I should put something else on," I said.

"No.  You're fine," she said.  "Ain't that much difference 
between gym shorts and underwear."

"So how's this going to work?" I asked.

"Basically, pretty simple," Amanda started to explain.  "I'm 
assuming, in spite of your competitive nature, Brad, that 
you're not going to go crazy and try to injure me or be 
injured yourself.  It's good, clean, competitive fun.  You can 
pretty much try any hold or takedown that you want that you 
wouldn't object to having done to yourself.  The 'do unto 
others' rule seems to work pretty well for unsupervised 
wrestling."

"And the winner's declared how?"

"The best way is an honest concession.  When you know 
you're pinned, or you're in a hold and can't do anything, or 
you're in something that's supposed to make you submit, 
you do the honest thing and concede."

"Otherwise?"

"Otherwise it gets real boring because you're helpless or I 
just keeping applying more pressure until you have no 
choice."  Amanda smiled confidently.

"So you're saying it doesn't pay to be stubborn."

"Pride isn't worth it.  And besides it's not much fun."

"It sounds like you're big into having fun." I remarked.

"Hey, the odds are people who are reluctant to get into an 
exercise program are never going to make the crossover 
unless their experience is fun." she said.

"Let's give it a shot, then." I smiled.

"I think you're going to be very surprised, very pleasantly 
surprised." she grinned back.

I felt somewhat unsure what to do next, so I thought I'd just 
kind of follow her lead.  Amanda nodded at me as if to 
signal we were starting.  She clapped her hands together a 
couple of times and then started sliding sideways fairly 
briskly, circling me.  I basically stood in one place, turning to 
keep facing her.

She feinted with her head and shoulders, her hands darting 
forward looking to get a grip.  I either pulled away or 
swatted her hands aside.

"Looks like you're quick," she commented.  "Ever do this 
before?"

"Not as an adult and certainly not against a female," I 
answered.

"There's a first time for everything."

Suddenly she grabbed one of my forearms and yanked 
me towards her as she straightened up.  Our bodies 
slammed together and I had to jerk my head sideways to 
keep from having our heads butt.  I'll never forget that first 
instant of impact -- how truly solid her body felt!

"Look out!" I exclaimed.

"Didn't think you'd move that easily," she quickly replied.  As 
she was speaking she shot one hand between my legs and 
before I could even react, she had scooped me up and 
tossed me onto my back on the mats.  She splashed down 
on top of my chest and I let out a big "oof."

She swung her body over mine and all I could think was 
"Christ!  This girl is heavy!"  I pushed up against her and I'll be 
damned if I could move her.  I remember thinking to myself, 
"Holy shit.  She's gonna pin me.  I'm not going to last a 
minute.  This is embarrassing!"  Amanda was kind of laughing.  
I think at how easily she was handling me!  Then she shifted 
herself and slid up so she was straddling my chest.

I stuck my hands up in front of my chest to defend myself.  
She just grabbed them and SLAM!!!  My wrists were pinned to 
the mats instantly!  I mean, I could not resist her power for a 
second!

"My god!" I said, half in exclamation, half groaning.

"This is where you show you're a good sport and concede," 
she declared.

"I give.  You win." I said dejectedly.

Amanda let go of my wrists and started getting back to her 
feet.

"Oh come on.  Don't pout," she said.

"Shit, I didn't think the match would be over that quickly," I 
said.

"It's not the match.  That's just one fall.  When you wrestle you 
can use as much of the half hour as you wish."  She stretched 
out her arm and helped me to my feet.

"Oh, then that's different.  I don't think I gave you much 
competition, but I think you took me by surprise." I said 
apologetically.

"I'm willing to let you prove it was just a fluke if you're willing to 
try," she challenged.

"I better do something to try to defend my honor," I joked.

"Great!" she said happily.

Amanda walked over to her duffel bag and started 
rummaging through it.  "I don't believe it," she said to herself.

"What's the problem?" I asked.

"I don't want to wrestle in these and I seem to have 
forgotten to bring a pair of shorts.  Would you mind if I wore a 
thong?  I mean, it's pretty skimpy, but no worse than you'd 
see on any beach."

"No.  No problem."

Amanda sat down and took off her sneakers and socks.  
Then she tugged off her warm up pants.  I took one look and 
couldn't help doing a double take.  I'd never seen a pair of 
legs like hers before!  Of course I expected that they'd be 
really long, but what I wasn't prepared for was their size.  
They were incredibly shapely and sexy, but it was as if you 
took a really great pair of gams and kept all the proportions 
the same, but just made them bigger, a lot bigger!

"If you don't mind my saying, those are one helluva pair of 
legs," I said.  Amanda chuckled.

Amanda stood up, showing off her imposing thighs and 
calves.  She turned to walk back to her duffel, treating me to 
the sight of her magnificently large, rock-hard glutes.  Talk 
about buns of steel.  What an ass on this girl!

She folded her leggings and put them in the duffel.  Then she 
pulled her sweatshirt up over her head.  I could see from the 
back she had one of those t-back sports bras on.  She 
folded the sweatshirt and dropped it in the bag, then turned 
around facing me again and WOW!!  The top half of her 
body was every bit as impressive as the bottom half - if not 
more so!  Her shoulders were wide and capped with 
rounded delts.  Her arms were simply huge.  Seeing them 
uncovered, I understood how she'd pinned me so easily.  
And filling out her bra top was a pair of stunning melons.  Her 
torso tapered to a hard, flat stomach.

"Your mouth is open," she giggled.

"I'm sorry," I said, embarrassed.  "It's just that I've never seen 
any woman with a physique quite like yours."

"I take it that's supposed to be a compliment."

"Oh, yeah.  Unquestionably."

The truth be told, now that most of her clothes were off, she 
looked twice as big to me as when she'd had her sweats 
on.  She looked so big and strong!  Now I knew I'd been 
intimidated!  Her six inch height advantage seemed to have 
been multiplied by the sheer mass of her body.

Amanda smiled at me and flexed one of her arms for me.  
Her biceps ballooned into a swollen ball of muscle almost 
twice as big as mine.

"Geez, no wonder you pinned me.  Look at the size of you!" 
I said.  "Those arms.  Those legs.  How big are you anyway?"

"Six foot two.  Two-oh-six."

"My god.  You don't look like you weigh that much.  You've 
got forty pounds on me."

"It's a lot of muscle.  That's why I said I'd have to go easy on 
you."

"Maybe I'm beginning to believe that you weren't 
exaggerating when you said you'd beaten those other 
guys." I confessed.

"You're not going to chicken out now?" she asked, feigning 
a pout.

Common sense probably would have told me I'd be a fool 
to wrestle Amanda.  She was taller, heavier and, if our quick 
fall had been an indication, stronger than me.  Add to that 
the fact that she was in tremendous condition.  Any sane 
assessment of the situation would lead you to conclude that 
I was at a significant disadvantage squaring off against her.

But common sense was no match for Amanda's allure.  I just 
couldn't take my eyes off her.  As incredible as Hallie's body 
is, Amanda was something more, a whole new level of 
achievement in the female figure.  She had traffic-stopping 
tits and ass and curves combined with muscles that just 
screamed animal power.

It was all that power, just lurking there ready to be unleashed, 
that captivated me.  I sensed that Amanda was one of 
those women I'm attracted to, the forceful kind.  But she was 
the first one I'd ever met whose source of power came not 
from position or personality, but from sheer physical force.  I 
was like a moth drawn to a flame.

"No, I don't want you telling Hallie that I'm a chicken," I 
grinned.

"Well then, time's a wasting.  Let's get back to the workout."

Amanda moved back to the middle of the mats and 
motioned for me to move towards her.  She rubbed her 
hands together in anticipation and watched me carefully.  
Was she taking a couple of quick glances at my crotch?

I figured if I was at a size handicap, I might have a better 
chance by taking the offensive.  I charged straight at her, 
taking her by surprise.  I pushed her back a few steps, then 
she planted her weight.  I leaned against her and I could 
feel the resistance.  I pushed and pushed, but she wasn't 
going anywhere she didn't want to.  She took a deep 
breath and suddenly shoved back with such explosive 
force that I was thrown back a few feet, landing on my butt.

I got back up and tried coming at her again, dropping 
down low.  She used my own momentum against me, 
shoving me down face first on the mats.

"I'm not so sure plowing straight in is such a good tactic," she 
smiled.

I rolled back up to my feet and changed my mind about 
attacking.  Now I switched to a defensive mode.

Amanda picked up on my shift right away.  She clapped her 
hands together again and came at me.  I backed up, trying 
to keep her away, pushing her with my hands.  She laughed 
a little at the futility of my attempts.  She ducked suddenly 
under my hands and wrapped her arms around my waist.  
Then she lifted me off my feet, holding me tight against her 
body.  I strained against her to free myself, but she wasn't 
letting go.  I felt her arms, the bulging muscles hard as rocks.

"And I thought I'd have an advantage in upper body 
strength," I said.  Amanda chuckled at my confession and 
squeezed even harder, forcing me to grunt from the 
pressure.  She leaned forward, bending me backwards.

"OUCH!  Okay.  I give!" I yelled.  "Don't break my back!"

"Oh come on," she chastised me.  "Does that hurt?  I think 
you're giving up too easily."

She tossed me to the mats and stood there with her hands 
on her hips, grinning at me.  Her eyes drifted down to my 
crotch.  This time I was sure of it.  And I started to feel a little 
nervous.  I wasn't sure I'd be able to stop her if she wanted to 
get really physical with me.

I got back to my feet and she picked up the attack again.  
She went for a side headlock, wedging my head between 
her monster biceps and her firm breast.  She maneuvered 
my head around so that my face was mashed against her 
tit.  I started to wonder if she was doing it deliberately.

She used her weight and strength to bull me down to the 
mats.  In no time she had wrestled me flat on my back.  She 
was lying prone on top of me.  She pinned my wrists above 
my head and then went for a body pin, pressing her ample 
chest against my face.  Twin pillows enveloped me.  I had 
no idea how to get out of the hold she had me in.  Whether 
she was doing it intentionally or not, if she held me down like 
that much longer I was going to get a hard on.  I patted her 
on the thigh to signal my giving in.

She pushed herself up a bit, but her breasts were still hanging 
right over my face.  "You really need to get into an exercise 
program," she said.  "You're a pushover for me."

"Get off me and I'll show you I can give you some 
competition," I said gamely.

Amanda snaked her legs around mine and before I could 
do anything, she had me in a grapevine.

"Lest you think you can give the trainer any orders," she 
laughed.  "Let's see how limber you are."  Amanda's long, 
powerful legs started to spread wide, forcing my skinny legs 
wide apart.  My upper thighs and crotch began to burn with 
pain.

"Shit, that hurts!" I grimaced.  I couldn't resist the temptation to 
feel her glutes, twin bowling balls of steel.

"Getting a little frisky, squeezing my butt?" she asked.

"Sorry," I said, quickly removing my hands.

"No need to apologize," she said.  "It just means that now I 
know you're not opposed to our having a little fun while we 
wrestle."

"I'm not sure where this is going," I cautioned.

"That's what makes it so much fun," she smiled.  "You're the 
one who wanted something unpredictable.  And physical.  
And I'm just the girl who can do it to you."

I squirmed to get loose, but Amanda kept me pinned down.  
Her physical power, combined with the allure of such a sexy 
body, was triggering the reaction I was sure she was looking 
for.  My dick was getting hard.

I was torn between my wanting to be faithful to Hallie and 
my attraction for Amanda's power.  Unfortunately, I had no 
control over the situation.  Amanda did.

Her eyes lit up as she pressed herself against me, feeling my 
hard on straining against my boxers.  She lifted her body off 
mine and looked down to confirm what she'd felt.

"See what I mean?" she chuckled.

"Amanda, this has got to stop," I protested.

"Oh, I think you're beyond that," she answered.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"Because Hallie's always raving to me about what a great 
fuck you are, my dear.  And now fate has thrown us together 
and I intend to find out if she's right."

"You can't do this to me."

"Like you can stop me, or want to stop me."

"No!"

"Who are you kidding?  The minute you saw my body you 
wanted me.  Wanted to feel all this power.  The thing you're 
afraid of is, after I've done you, will sex with Hallie ever 
compare?'" she leered.

"No!!"

"There's only one kind of guy who'd accept a wrestling 
match with a woman wearing as little as I'm wearing and 
whose muscles were twice as big as his.  That's a guy who 
wants a muscle fuck."

Amanda tied up both of my arms using just one of hers.  Her 
free hand glided down my chest and over my stomach.  
She gave the outside of my crotch a squeeze.

"Hallie wasn't fibbing.  You are a big boy," she murmured.

I didn't know if I'd be able to control myself.  In 99% of the 
situations when I'm with a woman I can keep from coming 
until she's been satisfied, but at that moment I realized that 
Amanda had exerted a power over me that put her in 
complete control.

"Please don't," I pleaded.

"Please don't what?  Please don't stop?" she teased, 
fondling my erection again.  I almost came.

Amanda suddenly jumped to her feet and yanked me up 
standing.  She grabbed the back of my head and shoved it 
down between her legs.  She wrapped her arms around 
me and hoisted me upside down in her arms.  She tore my 
boxers off and dumped me to the mats.  Looming over me, 
she peeled her bra off.  Her breasts hardly moved, thrusting 
straight out.

"What are you doing?" I pleaded.

"It's pure psychology," she said.  "The less clothes a woman 
has on the more power she has over a man.  The less 
clothes a man has on the more vulnerable he feels.  
Especially if he's stripped against his will.  Now I'll really have 
fun with you."

She stepped out of her thong, reveling in her naked power.  
She stretched her leg out, pointing her toes at my face, and 
flexed her leg muscles.  Her thigh exploded in chiseled relief.

"I can make you do anything I want with these," she 
declared.  "Or with these."  She put her hands behind her 
neck and flexed her biceps and her pecs.  "These arms 
measure almost 18".  That's almost as big as your legs!  And 
my chest is bigger than yours too.  But you knew that, didn't 
you?" she laughed.  "I thought you'd be a breast man 
seeing as you're dating Hallie," she continued.  "The 
difference between us is that one, mine are all real and two, 
I'm ten inches bigger than her.  And a double D.  This is what 
46-26-40 is supposed to look like.  And what do you measure, 
Brad?  Looks like eight and a half or nine to me."

I rolled to my feet and made a dash for the door.  But 
Amanda caught up to me in a flash.

"And where do you think you're going?" she laughed.  She 
spun me around so I was facing her.  "Looks like I'll have to 
soften you up a little."

Amanda scooped me up and slammed me to the mats 
like I weighed nothing.  She splashed down on top of me, all 
206 pounds crushing my chest.  She rolled us over so she was 
underneath me and she wrapped her legs around my 
middle.  I clutched at her thighs and tried to pry them loose.  
But I couldn't budge them.

"Now this is one of your standard, all American mixed 
wrestling submission holds," she said.  "If you're stupid and 
don't give up and if I'm not careful and squeeze too hard, 
you end up with cracked ribs."

She began applying the pressure and my sides could offer 
no resistance.  The brute force of her prodigious thighs 
crushed me instantly.

"Stop!  I give!  Please stop!" I yelled, pounding on her flexing 
legs.

"I thought that would work," she smiled.  She braced her 
hands under her hips and lifted me off the floor between her 
legs.  "See what I can do to you?" she asked.  "I'm so much 
stronger than you, it's like I can completely control you.  How 
does it feel to be wrestling a woman who can overpower 
you?"

"It's turning out to be more than I bargained for," I said.

"Oh get off it," she shot back.  "Who do you think you're 
kidding?  You wouldn't have this hard on if you didn't want 
me to take you."

"But Hallie," I protested.

"Hallie's not here," she interrupted.  "But I am and we're both 
naked and your dick is erect.  Remember that Steven Stills 
song?  If you can't be with the one you love, honey, love the 
one you're with."

She slid out from underneath me and reversed her position, 
capturing my head between her legs.  Her magnificent 
glutes loomed right before my eyes.  As she clenched them, 
my jawbones ached.  I moaned in near agony until I felt her 
lips on my cock.  She lathered my cockhead with her 
tongue, keeping me steel hard in spite of the pain she was 
inflicting with her thighs.  I patted her flanks and begged her 
to release me.

Amanda rolled back around facing me and pinned me 
underneath her.  She smothered me with her incredible 
breasts while holding the hands over my head.  There was 
nothing I could do to stop her.  I was getting really turned on.

She held my wrists with just one hand.  With her free hand she 
started massaging my balls.

"Stop or I'm going to lose it," I pleaded.

"What's the matter, Brad?" she teased.  "Hallie says you 
really last a long time."

"That's usually true," I said.

"But all this just pushes all your buttons, doesn't it?" she asked.

"Oh god yes," I confessed.

She guided my cock into her well lubricated pussy, taking 
me all in one slow slide.

"What a perfect fit," she murmured.  She tightened her 
vaginal muscles and I felt this incredible sensation of having 
her pussy squeezing me, milking my cock.

"Holy shit, you've got muscles there too?" I exclaimed.

"Oh yeah, I can make you come without moving another 
muscle.  Just squeeze you until you ejaculate." she replied.

"That's unreal!" I moaned, at the very brink of orgasm.  No 
pussy had ever felt like this or could do what Amanda's 
muscles were doing!  She stopped moving and squeezed 
really tight, her vaginal walls becoming a vise.  I groaned in 
pain, but I knew what she was doing.  By squeezing so hard 
she was making my cock back off from coming.

"Maybe now you realize that I am in complete control," she 
declared.

"Yes, Amanda," I confessed.

"And that means that you will do whatever I want," she said.

I nodded and she smiled sexily, knowing that she'd finally 
won.

"What I want is for you to prove you're as good as Hallie 
says you are," she said.

"Well it seems you've got me right where you want me," I 
replied.

She let go of my wrists and guided my hands to her firm 
round breasts.  "I love to have my boobs played with," she 
whispered as she closed her eyes and let me knead the full, 
heavy orbs.  Her nipples were erect and her breathing 
started to get heavy.

"Suck on them," she ordered, starting to ride my swollen 
member up and down.

By the time I shot my load, one half hour later, Amanda had 
orgasmed eighteen times.  We were both absolutely 
drenched in sweat and love juices.

"Now that's a muscle fuck," she proclaimed, flexing her 
mighty biceps.

"I may not walk for days," I said, exhausted.

"What?  Is that all you're good for?" she asked.

"Amanda you just about killed me!" I answered.

I felt her pussy tighten around my flaccid penis.

"We'll see dear boy.  We'll see."

The End

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