Sam, Pt 1

“So you like this stuff, huh?” Sam said as she looked over my shoulder at the muscular women on the screen.

I was startled. I didn’t realize she had come over, and certainly didn’t want her to know about my female muscle fetish! Sam and I had been dating for almost a year, and her lithe, slim body, honed by her yoga practice, was a far cry from the muscular women on the screen.

“..oh shit… sorry,” I said, clicking away as my face turned red.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” she said. “You like what you like. I mean, I can’t blame you,” she said as she grabbed the mouse and clicked the back button, bringing those muscular women back on the screen.

“I mean these women are super fit and they look amazing!” she said.

I looked at her with wide eyes and blinked.

She smiled and her hazel eyes softened. “What, you think I’m jealous?”

“Maybe…” I said.

“If anything, I’m a little turned on…” she replied. “I didn’t know you had a fetish!”

My face turned red again.

“Oh come on… no need to be shy. Do you ever imagine me with big muscles?” she said.

My blush deepened. 

“Oooh, you do, don’t you!” she giggled. 

“I want you to think about it right now!” she said. Then she flexed her thin arms, though they were toned and small biceps popped. “Think of me with big, bulging biceps!” she said.

My eyes widened, and I couldn’t help but imagine it. My cock stiffened. She noticed.

“Oooo, look!” she said and reached for my crotch, feeling my stiffness. “That worked!”

Then she took off her shirt. She had big, D-cup breasts, contained in a lacy black bra.

“Take those off,” she said, putting her hands on her hips. “And think of my flat stomach,” she said running her hands down her toned stomach, ”only bulging with rippling abs! A six pack- no, an eight pack, bulging with veins and muscles!” she said with a slap.

I tore my bottoms off and my cock bucked up, hard as a rock.

“Ohh! Look at that!” she clapped her hands. Then she slid off her spandex tights and panties. 

“Now think about my legs,” she said running her hands down her toned thighs. “Only bigger, muscular, bulging with veins and muscles!” she said.

I moaned, eyes wide, and she smiled lustily. 

“Oooo I like this,” she said as she stepped forward, slid my cock into her wet pussy, and started riding me.

“Ungh,” she said. “You’re so hard!” 

I moaned, more turned on than I had ever been in my life.

“Ohh, lets keep going!” she said. “Yeah grab my rock hard glutes, bulging with muscles, pounding your cock!” she said speeding up.

I whimpered, grabbed her ass, and imagined it thick with muscle.

“Yeah, baby, now look at my neck, and just imagine huge, thick traps, bulging and ungulating with rippling muscle! Think of me getting bigger, growing, becoming massive like a bodybuilder!”

I moaned, lost in her imagery, my rock hard dick pounding her pussy as she rode me harder and faster.

“Yeah baby, bigger! Even bigger than those women on the screen, huge, hard, massively muscular!” she cried, bucking faster, losing herself in my fetish, now our fetish.

“UNGH YEAH!” she cried, reaching her climax. “SO HUGE! BIGGER THAN ANY FEMALE BODYBUILDER, BIGGER THAN ARNOLD, BIGGER THAN ANY MAN!!!” she cried, as her pussy spasmed and she came with a moan.

I couldn’t hold back and came more than I ever came before, holding her hips and whining.

We were both panting when she hopped off. 

“Wow,” she said. “I liked that a lot. Lets do this again!” 

It was my dream come true.