So, once I met my FWB Sofie (I wrote about her [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/p5gpdy/my_friend_with_benefits_and_me_made_the_day_of_my/)) at our usual spot, a little café in Paris, to drink something and chat. We didn’t meet for a while, I was busy with work and moving to my new apartment and she started dating a guy that, for a while, had been her boyfriend.
So, we updated each other about our lives and, after a while, she was asking me about my sex life. I was not looking for a relationship and I was having fun, as usual. That specific period, I was shagging a colleague at the academy now and then and, when I had the chance, I would have some one night stands.
– So, you’re not involved in anything serious – she said.
– Nope.
– This colleague of yours…
– Just sex.
– OK, I don’t want to cause trouble.
– Are you talking about you and me? – I asked, surprised – How are the things going in the sex department with your new boyfriend?
– Things are fine, don’t be an asshole – she laughed. – I have to ask you a favor.
– I’m listening, love.
– My friend Annie is having a bad moment. Six or seven months ago she broke up with her boyfriend and she also broke up with her trainer. Well, they’re both were the same person, but anyway…
– I reckon that sucks.
– Thank you. Her job is not great, at the moment, her mother is sick and so, long story short, she’s having a terrible year and I love her a lot and I want her to be happy.
– Very nice from you, love.
– Bite me.
– I would, but your boyfriend wouldn’t be happy.
– He’s a man of taste and manners.
– I believe he is. I never met him.
– Because you would let him know we were fuck buddies after two minutes.
– You are offending me, love.
– Am I?
– I would wait one hour at least.
– Oh now I’ve changed my mind. Anyway, where were we?
– Your friend Annie is the most miserable woman in the world.
– Not the most, but she’s a solid top 10.
– And how can I help you?
– After the break up, you know, she didn’t have a lot of fun down there.
– Poor soul.
– So I was thinking that maybe, you, one of my best friend, a knight in shining armor, would be available to give her a fun night.
– Mh.
– What?
– You said six month since her break up.
– Approximately, yes.
– I smell a trap.
– I don’t know what you’re talking about.
We ordered another round of alcohol and then I smiled to her.
– So, where’s the catch, love?
– Why do you think there’s one?
– Six months is a lot of time. There are two options. Number one: she didn’t want to have sex with anybody because she was suffering or something like that.
– Mh. Number two?
– She’s fucking ugly.
There was an awkward silence, for a while. The waitress came back with our drinks. We hit our glasses and drunk, then Sofie sighed.
– She’s not ugly.
– But…
– But she’s not…conventional, I would say…
– Does she have a dick?
– No. Actually you met her, once.
– Did I? When?
– François birthday party. She was sitting in the terrace with me. You were half drunk, but I introduced you.
I remembered the party and the girl, she was quite pretty, but I also remembered something hit me.
– Wait, isn’t she like…you said her ex boyfriend was her trainer. Isn’t she like a muscled girl?
– Exactly.
I then remembered Annie: she was a black hair girl, nice eyes, very nice smile, but I could remember she was wearing like a light sweater and she hade the biggest shoulders I ever saw on a woman.
– Isn’t she like fucking Arnold Schwarzenegger with boobs?
– She’s not THAT big, but yes, she’s quite built and ripped.
– I’m not surprised she’s having troubles to find somebody to fuck.
– She’s not having troubles…well, maybe a little bit. It’s a difficult world.
– But don’t they fuck only between body builders? I always thought they were interested only in super ripped guys and girls.
– Mostly. She’s not that kind of person and, anyway, look, beggars can’t be choosers.
– Now I’m flattered, love.
– You know what I mean – she laughed.-
I sighed and drunk from my glass.
– So I should bring her out and then shag her?
– It’s not mandatory. You could bring her out and see how it goes.
– But…I mean, what is she expecting from me? What will you tell her?
– That you’re my best friend and that you should go out for a casual date and see what happens.
– OK.
– Will you do it?
– You know I love you a lot and I would do anything for you.
– I’m not exactly asking you to give me your kidney, so don’t act so heroically, please.
We laughed and changed subject.
The next day I sent a message to Annie.
*Hi Annie, Sofie gave me you number, we met at François party.*
*Yes, I remember. How are you?*
*I’m fine. Hope you too. I was wondering if you are in for a drink one of this days?*
*Why not? What about tomorrow?*
We organized the date and went back to our lives.
The following evening I went to the restaurant where I reserved a table for us and, when I arrived, she was already there. Annie was medium height, around 160 cm and was pretty: her black hair was cut with one side shaved and the other long. She had a nice smile and, actually, wasn’t ugly, but kinda cute. The point was that her body had muscle every-fucking-were. Shoulders, dorsals, biceps, triceps, chest, abs, quadriceps, legs. She was wearing a leather jacket and a white t-shirt and some jeans and I could still see her muscles.
We hugged and gave kisses on the cheeks and sat down. Dinner was nice, she was actually interesting, smart, not a stupid muscled bodybuilder who talks only of training and diet. Instead we talked about books and travels and she had a nice sense of humor. When she took off her leather jacket, I could see her t-shirt didn’t have sleeves so, sometimes, I would feel a little bit hypnotized from her muscle pumping and dart.
After the dinner we stood a little bit outside keeping talking, when I decided to propose her to drink something. Not far from there, there was my favorite spot, but she asked me “my place or yours?”.
We went at my place and I opened a bottle of wine. She sat on the couch and took off her stiletto boots, massaging her feet.
– I have to admit one thing, Annie: each time I see your muscles, I feel bad for my body – I said, while giving her a glass of wine.
She smiled and sipped.
– There’s no need to. You don’t look in such a bad shape.
– Oh please, don’t be condescending. You know that t-shirt that says “Your training is my warming up”? I feel like my life is you warming up.
She laughed and I smiled, before drinking my wine.
– How long have you been training? – I asked.
– Since I was 16. So it’s been a while.
– You do competitions?
– Yes, I do.
– And do you win?
– Sometimes – she smiled. – Not recently – she added, a little bit sad.
– Sofie told me you’re having a hard time.
She tightened her lips and then nodded.
– Yeah, I am.
– Everything will be fine – I said, – I’m sure.
– How do you know it?
– Because there is only one good thing in shitty periods: that sooner or later they ends.
She smiled and drunk some wine.
– So wise.
– And humble – I added. – Do not forget that.
– I won’t.
I put down my glass and sat next to her.
– Come on.
– What?
– Let me feel your biceps – I said.
– Are you serious?
– Of course I am. I literally spent the whole evening asking me how hard they can be.
She laughed and raised her arm. I grabbed her biceps and triceps with my hands and she tensed them. She didn’t flexed, she just tended and they were super hard.
– What the fuck… – I whispered.
I started pressing and moving my hands up and down and I had to admit that I was starting getting hard.
– It’s a lot of work – she said.
– I believe you.
I let my hands run up and down her arm and arrived to her shoulder: again trapezius hard and she made them flinch with a light contraction. I approached to her and kissed her neck, she smiled and emitted a low sigh. We kissed and did it passionately, with our tongues searching and playing with each other. In the meantime my hands would explore her body: I could count her abs through the t-shirt and when I touched her legs they were fucking concrete.
Annie mounted on me and took her t-shirt off, showing me her perfect body. She took off her bra too, revealing two big boobs, clearly made by a surgeon. When I grabbed them, I felt them solid, not too hard, but not soft either. We kissed again, while I played with her boobs, then she made me take off my shirt and unzip my jeans.
– Suck my nipples, please – she whispered in my hear.
I did it and they became super hard and long. I bit them softly and she moaned and pressed my head against.
– Harder… – she said.
I bit harder and she let a little scream come out from her mouth, before starting to bite her finger to suppress it. I kept licking and biting and her breath became fast and heavy. She stood up and took off her jeans, keeping her thong. She then helped me to take off mine and my underwear and kneeled between my legs, grabbing my hard dick and starting to masturbate me.
– I really wanted this – she said, looking at it.
– Well, enjoy – I just said.
She then blew me and it was…well, very savage. No finesse nor tricks, she sucked and licked savagely, like her life depended on it. At some point I understood she was trying to take the whole cock in her mouth, so I grabbed her hair and pushed down her head. She emitted a suffocated sound when my cock disappeared in her throat and stood in this position doing small head movement to keep pushing further. I pulled her away from my cock and she spitted liters of saliva on my cock and balls, while tears were running down her eyes, bringing the make up with them. She gave me a blank look and said.
– Again, please, do it one more time…
And that was the moment when I understood what was making me so horny: she was a fucking panzer, but she also was clearly submissive. This woman so fit and ripped and with so many muscles was looking for somebody to fuck her and treat her like she wasn’t able to rip my head off with her bare hands. And this was making my cock rock hard because I didn’t expected it and it was like flirting with death. Like cuddling a tiger: it’s super cute and tender until for some fucking reason rips off your arm.
I stood up and made her put on her knees, then I grabbed again her hair and pushed my cock in her mouth. This time, when I arrived at the limit, I kept her still and started fucking her mouth, pushing in and out my cock deeper and deeper. She looked at me, while I was doing it, and she was clearly enjoying the treatment. Saliva kept running out her mouth, falling down her chin, on her tits and on the sculptured stomach.
I took my cock out and bent to kiss her and made her suck my tongue, then I spit in her mouth and repeated the face fucking.
– Touch yourself, pet – I said, hoping that the nickname wouldn’t make her mad.
It didn’t. While my cock was filling her throat, she masturbated and moaned. At some point she started screaming, when the orgasm raised and her body was shaking. I took my cock out and helped her to stand up, then I brought her in my bedroom and made her lay down, pulling away her thong.
-Oh my God… – she whispered.
– Open your legs, pet.
She did it and I started to eat her. She was soaked wet and sensible from the previous orgasm, so she started to move. I grabbed her legs and kept them open, reckoning she was allowing me to do it, because with that muscle she could probably close them and crunch my skull with no effort. While I was sucking her quite big clitoris, I pushed to finger inside her and masturbate her at the same time.
– Fuck! Fuck! You’re so good! Don’t stop, please! I beg you! Don’t stop!
Well, of course that meant for me that it was time to stop. I opened my night table and took a condom that I quickly wore. Then went on her and pressed the tip of my cock against her pussy.
– Are you ready, pet?
– Yes, please.
I passed my thumb against her face and she sucked it and bite it. Then I moved my hand and, while slowly entering in her, I grabbed her throat with one hand and squeezed: not too strong, but a little, so that she would feel the grab. She screamed and put her hand around mine, gently pressing so that I would tighten my grip a little bit more.
I started fucking her and she started moaning. Her hands on my hips would drive my thrusts, inviting me to go harder and harder. In the meantime we would exchange kisses, I would spit in her mouth or bite her nipples. I licked and bit her biceps and shoulders and noticed that this would make her scream harder.
After a while I made her turn around and started to fuck her doggy style. I wanted to squeeze that ass and it was like a rock, so I started to slap it hard and she screamed, begging me to hit harder, while I kept fucking her. I decided to push my thumb in her ass, to check how sensible she was, and with my surprise it was almost sucked inside.
– Somebody is enjoying some anal, here… – I whispered in her hear.
– It’s been a while… – she moaned, while I kept fucking her.
– It’s time to restart good old traditions. We don’t want to waste training, do we?
– I don’t know… – she whispered.
– Do you think you have a choice, pet?
She did “no”, with her head. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.
– I didn’t hear what you said, pet.
– I don’t have a choice… – she said, after a couple of second.
I started moving again, without letting her hair go.
– Do you like me fucking you, pet?
– Yes, I do.
– Do you like my cock?
– Yes, I like it.
I pushed harder and she screamed.
– Do you want me to fuck your ass?
– Yes.
– Say it, pet.
– Please, fuck my ass with your cock.
I took out my cock and reached my night table from where I pulled out a bottle of lube. I generously poured between her but cheeks and started massaging her hole with two fingers that I would push slowly inside, one inch after the other. It didn’t take too much work and hey entered quite easily. So i tried with a third finger and, after a while, it entered. I took my fingers out, she moaned and I understood she was totally horny, so I put some lube on my cock and slowly entered, grabbing those rock hard buttocks. Entering wasn’t hard at all and quite quickly I pushed my whole cock in her. Then I started moving, fast and hard. Annie moaned and screamed, I bent a little bit over and started to masturbate her, while I kept fucking. Her clitoris was big and squishy and I gave 110% to bring her to an orgasm. She squeezed her ass and I felt my cock entering in a super tight space and that increased the friction and the pleasure.
– Thank you, thank you for fucking me in the ass, thank you… – she moaned, before biting her forearm. – Do whatever you want of me…thank you…
I slapped her ass and scratched her back.
– You’re a good pet, you’re making me happy – I said, then I bent over and kissed her.
– Oh fuck…I’m coming… – she said.
– Come for me, pet, come.
I increased movements and masturbation and she came screaming and punching wildly the bed, while I kept fucking her in the ass. I grabbed her shoulder and use them to move in her deeper and harder and came in her ass, squeezing her ass, while she pushed back at me, helping me to go deeper.
We collapsed on the bed and hugged. We stayed there for a while, chatting a little bit about various things. While she was waiting for an Uber to go home, we made out and I fucked her against the door of my apartment. Then she kissed me and left.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ybjd6j/the_time_i_m_saved_my_bfs_boydbuilder_friend_from
C’est bon. Good story. She’s a keeper.
Sensible should be sensitive.
Absoooooolutely… That’s how we get her done! She’ll be back🤪