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Bella Cooper 10-12 minutes 3/15/2023

Instalove / A bit of Amazon Femdom-ish (it’s complicated)

Dating when you're competing sucks, so 99% of the guys I date are also muscle builders, until one day.

I am on the road half the year.

Hopping from gym to gym, trying to keep up my endorsements for body building, Brazilian Jujitsu, Cross fit and so on. You can thank my brothers, all eight of them, for my competitive spirit.

But sometimes, I want to just get laid. Have a boyfriend. But I’m six-one and just a little muscular, lol. So, I spend a lot of time in gyms, signing shit and giving classes filled with guys who have a muscle fetish. The only thing worse is dating another muscle builder. Sounds great. Either I have more endorsements, or we end up disagreeing about methods, supplements, you name it. Pretty soon you’re training separately and well… You get the idea.

Such is my life…

Sunday, I am worshiping at the altar of pain at a gym near my mom’s house.

She’s got this notion that she’s going to introduce me to a nice guy. So, I am getting in early. I’m alone except for one guy. And as I do, the weights are strewn around, and I am dripping with sweat.

“You need to pick up your weights,” he suggested.
“I will,” I said.
“Ok, well last time you were in here, they laid around half the day.”
“What?” I stood up, mostly to get ready for squats. But I saw the guy jump.
“I can’t put them back. they are too heavy for me, and the senior class is coming in.”
“Look…” I started to say, a little pissed off. But I stopped. But, that’s not me, I can’t keep my mouth shut.

“Maybe if you picked them up more often, you could.”

He shook his head and whispered something. I have brothers, and them’s fighting words, whatever he said.

“Hey! What’s your fucking problem, man?” I asked. He dismissed me and walked away. I fucking bugged me. I finished up and headed out. Unable to get him and his attitude out of my mind. I passed the front desk and the woman who runs the place had just come in.

“Hey, good workout,” She said.
“All but your jack ass attendant? What the fuck was his problem?”
“Probably just intimidated by a strong woman,” she said.
“No shit. Guys are always so judgy,” I said. Feeling the solidarity.
“I know, right? You know what, you should kick his ass. Fucker had been on my last nerve. I’ll lock the door. You're into jujitsu, right?”
“Yeah, but? I… I mean, he just asked me to pick up the weights.”
“What an ass. I don’t pay him to gold brick. Come on. I was going to fire that fucker, anyway.”

Ok, what the fuck. Really? I thought she was joking. But no, she was looking for the guy. We found him with a mop in the locker room.

“Hey Jackass, you tell my customer to do your job?” she said. “Again?”
He sighed and put the mop into the bucket. “What the fuck, Ashley,” he said.
“She said she was going to kick your ass, tell you what, you want to keep your job?”
“No, Ashley, I really don’t,” he said.

He looked at me and I looked away embarrassed. “But, you know what. I am tired of your shit, too. She wants to kick my ass. Ok, let’s do it.”

My eyebrows shot up. They guy was a stick. “No, No wait. Look…”
“What, you don’t think I can’t take you?”
“You can’t lift a weight, Dude.”
“One thing doesn’t have anything to do with another. Let’s go.”
“You're going to hit a girl?”
“I didn’t start it, I just wanted you to pick up after yourself. Besides, I don’t hit girls, let’s go princess.”

What? Was he calling me a dude? Or making a comment that I have muscle. Fuck me, and no one calls me ‘princess.’ My anger flared, and I could feel myself flush hot. He brushed by me, and I took that to be a deliberate body check. My mouth fell open, and I looked at the manager.
“I hope you people have a burial program,” I said.

They had a boxing ring and the guy was in the center, no shoes.

He’d taken off his shirt and he was pretty buff, with the tiniest arms. I swallowed hard and entered the ring.
“Take off your shoes,” he said.
“Again with the commands? Fucker?”
“Yeah, I have to clean that shit off,” he said.
“You’re going to be cleaning yourself off the mat, asshole,” but I kicked off my shoes and charged him, I needed to get to my mom’s house soon, so I thought I’d get this over with. But a split second before I got to him, he sidestepped me and slapped my ass. I went flying off-balance, face first.

I had to shake it off, I got up, my ass still stinging. He smiled at me. I charged again. This time he tried to side step me and I caught him. That was a mistake because he did some Judo thing and threw me over his hip and this time I rolled across the mat.

“Ok, Judo. I can do that,” I said and rushed him again. He dodged a couple of ways and the next thing he used my knee to get into the air, warped around my head and into a no arm triangle BJJ move I should have seen coming.

I came down like a ton of bricks with my face in his groin, and he had a fucking hard on. Getting on my knees to get leverage didn’t help, and it was not lost on me that it just looked like I was giving him head. I tapped the mat, and he rolled backward and stood up. Red-faced and panting, I just kept thinking about how his cock felt on my face.

“Have you kicked my ass yet?” he asked.

I decided to go for him again. This time I got him, or so I thought. He just leaned back, and we went down, but I was on top. He raised his hips. That was definitely not a fighting move. He smiled, I had him pinned, and it’s just what he wanted.

“Are you rubbing your dick into my pussy?” I said, holding him down by the chest and wiping my hair back. I was wet. I had thoughts, then I snapped back to reality.

“Depends, are you rubbing your pussy on my dick?” he asked. And I bit my lip. I kind of was, who was this guy? I was just getting into the sensation when he rolled, got up on all fours, and I landed on my ass. But he was on me in a hot second, got between my legs and this time, there was no mistaking that he was dry humping me, and I was loving it.

“Wait, wait. Ok. I give up,” I said, sweating and aroused. I spread my legs wider and let him have at it. I pulled off my t-shirt, my sports bra was not so easy. But my pussy was on fire. So, instead I pulled down his shorts and felt that thick cock flop against my spandex covered pussy.

I grabbed his cock, and watched him fuck my hand, before he pushed me down and kissed me.
“All your shit is too tight,” he said.
“You think my clothes are tight, you should feel my pussy,” I said. I sat up and rolled him over again. His cock fully available, I sucked the perfect head on his cut cock, and then down my throat he went as I pulled and tugged on my bottoms. Which I only managed to get down to my ankles.

He laughed his ass off, so I grabbed his legs and put him in the basic bitch position, lining up his cock with my cunt. I slid down his pole and my god did it feel so good. Thrusting my hips, fucking him in an Amazon position.

His cock was wonderful. I loved it. I also loved that he seemed to just take the fucking like a basic beta boy. No guy had ever let me do this before. I was about to cum when I looked down and saw him looking up.
“What?” I asked. Self-conscious now, no one had ever let me go nuts like this.
“You're gorgeous, but you should know. I’m not on birth control. You might knock me up,” he said with a smile. I felt bad, I was just using this guy. And he just called me beautiful.
“You want to fuck me?” I asked.
“I think I am,” he said. His cock so deep inside me.
“I mean, on top?”
“Top is hard for me, I love this. It’s new, but I love it,” he said.

I smiled and rocked my hips a little, then bent down and kissed him. He held my ass, as I fucked him, his cock sliding in and out with my thrusts, there was no doubt who was fucking whom.

“Fuck, your cunt is tight, I love it. I’m going to cum,” he said. I smiled, I loved how into it he was. So, I fucked him with everything I had. his dick touched my g-spot as he offered me total control. His submission was so sexy, especially in light of the fact he had all but kicked my ass just a moment ago.

I came hard, gushing my juices over his balls, which was all it took for him to shoot his load deep inside me. His cock seemed to match the throbbing of my pussy.

We kissed deeply as I milked him. He was cute, I rolled off panting. My pussy full of seed for the first time ever. My first fuck without a condom, and my first fuck at all in a year. Just a fuck. So, why did I want more of this guy?

I looked over at him and he at me, we laughed. “You really showed me,” he said. “I might mouth off to you more often.”
“What are you doing today?” I asked.
“Not much,” he said. “Just helping my sister with this place, teaching later. Why?”
“Want to meet my mom?” I said. “She keeps trying to fix me up.”
“Oh, I see I am the foil, a dyke tyke?”
“No,” I punched his arm. “I’m not gay. But I want her to stop fixing me up.”
“Well, you know, you might need to keep me around. Make it look good.”
“Yeah, ok. That sounds nice.”

We got up, dressed, and I watched him. He moved strangely.

“Are you ok?” I asked.
“Yeah. Broke my back in the army. It’s been a while, but I don’t have grip strength. I can’t tell you why. Nerve damage? I guess? Most people just make assumptions,” he said.
“Yeah, I get it. I’m one of them.”
“So, when are we going to meet your mom?” he asked.
“Oh, I… you don’t have too.”
“Getting post nut clarity?”
“What, no, but… I just assumed…”

He leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back. He was so small compared to me. But fuck, he made me wet. “Shower?” he asked. I nodded.

He worshiped every inch of me, lathering me with soap. I loved the way he licked my asshole. That was new. I giggled like a school girl.

He went with me, he opened doors, pulled out chairs, impressed my mom, and we didn’t talk about sorts or competition or sports at all. Even when he taught the little kids in his class, he was just laid back. I helped with the Jujitsu class. But after, we were just a guy and a girl.

I had forgotten what it felt like to talk about nothing. Fuck when you got horny and I realized, he was just, into me. I fell in love right then.

Now, I have a boyfriend who loves me. When I am with him, I feel sexy and feminine. He likes a little domination in his life, to face sit him after a bit of wrestling. The perfect beta, but not.

Thanks for reading… A little twisted and different from my normal stuff, I know… For a little more? Pick up my book…