Meeting my girlfriend in Frankfurt ( Please send comments to i_love_musclegirls@hotmail.com ) After not seeing my girlfriend Alicia for 3 months I was very excited to get together with her again. Even though she was living in Zurich, Switserland, we decided to meet each other half way and set up our meeting in Frankfurt Germany. I had decided to take the train, because there was an excellent connection from where I live in Holland, and this way I wouldn't have to pay attention to traffic, etc. Heck, I was too excited to pay much attention to the road anyway! I arrived early in the afternoon, and when I got off the train at Frankfurt Central Station I fully expected Alicia to come running at me and giving me one of her famous enthusiastic hugs. I looked around but I didn't see her. I smiled. Probably she was racing through traffic in an effort to not be late, but she wouldn't be on time today! I chuckled at the prospect of teasing her with it. I settled down on a bench and saw all the other passengers leaving the station, some were greeted by friends or family, others hurried along, probably for business appointments. So I waited for 10 minutes. Time passes so slowly when you're waiting for something fun to happen, doesn't it? After 5 more minutes I started to get a bit worried. Being 15 minutes late was a bit too much, even for Alicia who was known to miss a deadline or two. So I decided to call her. I heard the phone ring twice, three times, four times ... nothing. Then it switched to her voice mail. "Hi! This is Alicia. You know what to do, just wait for the beep! ... Oh and Mark, if this is you ... you loser ... I found someone better! Just thought it would be fun to have you travel to Frankfurt for nothing!" I read it again. Surely this was a joke ... I called again ... same message. I called a third time. This time Alicia answered the call immediately and said: "Fuck off loser!" and then she hang up. My heart sank. I could literally feel it drop. I felt like crying but I didn't; but I can't have had a happy expression on my face. Then I heard the sound of high heels approaching. I looked up and saw a beautiful woman with black hair standing in front of me. We looked into each other's eyes. She really had a piercing look and had something almost goth about her. She also had a beautiful mouth; beautiful lips. She smiled sympathetically and asked: "Bad news?" "I just got dumped", I blurted out. She pointed to the bench and said: "Can I?" "Sure, sure ... go ahead." She sighed a bit and took her cell phone out of her pocket. "Me too", she said. She was looking for something on her phone and then she showed a text message which said 'We're done, you crazy bitch! Consider yourself dumped' "Ouch", I said. "Indeed", she confessed. "Why don't they ever have the courtesy to just tell you in person and in a nice way?" "Good point" She turned to me. "We can sit here and mope all day, but what do you think about you and me getting out of here and having some fun together?" "Sounds exactly like what the doctor ordered!", I said. "Great! I have my car parked in front." "By the way, my name is Mark" "Simone, nice to meet you!" We didn't say much on the way to her home. I guess we were both wrapped up in thought. Then we arrived and she invited me up. She had a really nice apartment. "You can hang up your coat here, Mark. And why don't you take off your shoes. There are some flip-flops over there." I took off my shoes while she disappeared into another room. The flip-flops were Tommy Hilfiger, the kind you wear with bare feet, so I took my socks off as well. I felt lucky not to have smelly feet! "I'm over here!" I heard Simone say. I followed the voice and arrived in the bedroom. I remembered thinking 'Wow, she doesn't waste any time!' But who was I to complain, right? "Come lie down on the bed" Simone said with a little smile. Her look reminded me of the way a cat I used to have would look after he captured a mouse... Anyway, of course I had no objection and I lay down on the bed on my back and she crawled on top of me. We started kissing passionately. The she started to push my tongue back with hers. I tried to resist, but she pushed my tongue back all the way. This really was tongue wrestling! She has her eyes open the whole time and there was even some extra intensity in that piercing look of hers. She withdrew her tongue, licked her lips and said: "1-0 for me!" Wanna go again? Before I could answer she had already locked her lips against mine and started playing with my tongue again. Still that same intense stare. This time I succeeded in pushing her tongue back a bit, or so I thought, because then suddenly she pushed mine back with great force. I really had to concentrate to breathe. "2-0!" she said triumphantly. "One more time!" Subconsciously I registered that she weighed quite a lot for her size, and as far as I could tell she wasn't fat. Maybe a little chubby. It was hard to tell as she was still having al her clothers on and they weren't very revealing. "We kissed again and this time she just held position with her tongue. I wasn't able to push it back, but at least she didn't push mine back either. Not till the very end, and then in about 2 seconds she had pushed my tongue all the way back and held it there for another 5. "Okay", she said, "let's take off your pants". She unzipped my pants and proceeded to take them off. "Hmmm...you have skinny legs". She seemed sort of disappointed. Then she helped me take off my shirt. Suddenly her whole mood seemed to change. "What the fuck is this? You're SO skinny, and yet you have a flabby stomach... don't you work out at all?" I felt ashamed. "Ehm...well, sometimes" SLAP! she slapped me in the face with her left hand. Hard! "Don't lie to me! When was the last time you worked out wimp?" "Ehm ... a year ago?" SLAP! Ouch! She hit me even harder with her right hand. "That..means...you...don't...work...out...at...all!" With every word she slapped me again and again and again. "Stop! P-p-please!" I stuttered. She seemed really annoyed. "Damn ... I thought I was going to have fun! She got off me. "Stand up!" I did and she stood in front of me, examining my shoulders. "You have really narrow shoulders as well. I bet it hurts when I do this." She punched my on my left shoulder, and she was right: it DID hurt. She punched me again. "Stop!" I thought of what her ex boyfriend said. It started to look like she really WAS a crazy bitch. "Turn around!" "No..." She grabbed me by the throat. "Do you want me to kill you?" I nervously shook my head. I had never been so scared in my life. I started to turn and she let go of my throat. She punched me on the right shoulder. Twice. Even harder than she had done on my left shoulder. I moaned and felt I couldn't lift my arm anymore. "Let's have a look at your biceps." I must have had a rather vague look on my face because she snapped "FLEX THEM!" I felt ridiculous taking the classic bodybuilder pose. "Tsssss" She shook her head disapprovingly. She started to squeeze my biceps with her hands, moving the muscles back and forth and soon they collapsed and I couldn't flex them anymore. "Damn it! Flex them!" she said. I did and immediately she punched them. "Those aren't muscles...it's freaking Jell-O. Pudding!" "FLEX THEM!" She punched them some more and then suddenly stopped. My arms and shoulders were so mangled I could hardly lift or bend them. Simone took off her sweater. 'Finally', I thought! Maybe we're going to have sex after all! What I saw next took my breath away. She was wearing a black leather bikini top, so I could clearly see her wide shoulders with a thick layer of muscle. Bulging biceps and triceps. She put her hands on the back of her head and flexed her arms. "Now these are biceps!" she said confidently. "Go ahead, feel them; squeeze them". I could hardly fit my hand around her arm. I tried to squeeze her biceps but nothing happened. They were hard as a rock. "So how does it feel, loser? To see a little girl like me have bigger and harder biceps than you have?" I couldn't say a thing. Next she flexed her abs and a six pack jumped out at me. "How about these? she asked proudly. "Go ahead, feel them!" I felt them and Simone said: "You can punch them a little if you want." So I did. "A bit harder" I punched her a bit harder. Her abs were rock hard as well; like a brick wall. When I punched her it also made the characteristic sound that you get when you punch hard muscles. "Your turn! Flex your abs" I did "FLEX them!" "I AM flexing them!" "Really?" She raised an eyebrow. "Well I think I do see a 2 pack somewhere in there." She took back her fist a bit. I braced myself and flexed my abs as hard as I could. THUD Even though she didn't put in any considerable effort I could feel her fist going in a bit. "Oh my god" "Hmmmm, let's do some more", she said looking into my eyes. "This time I'm going to hit you a couple of times in a row, and much harder than I did before..... Are you afraid?" I must confess I was. Here I was in a foreign country, with a total stranger who was obviously stronger than me. Nobody knew I was here and I was in a room with a girl that could be psychotic for all I knew. In addition I KNEW it was going to hurt...again!" "Good! If you are afraid, you are still alive! Put your hands behind your head and keep them there." Once again I flexed my abs as hard as I could. THUD...THUD...THUD...THUD... 'Oh my god, she was beating my abs to a pulp ... THUD!!! I bent over, I couldn't take anymore. Immediately she put one hand on my lower back and the other on my neck and drove up her knee into my abs forcefully... OEMPH! I crashed to the floor and rolled up in a ball holding my stomach. "Get up. I'm not done with you yet!" Her voice sounded as cold as ice. "GET --- UP --- NOW!" I did. She had taken off her pants and was now only wearing black panties and the black leather bikini top. Even the high heels had come off. I could just get a glimpse of her curvy backside when she took position behind me. I could feel her breasts against my back. "Flex your pecs!" "What?" "FLEX YOUR CHEST MUSCLES!!" I did. She put her arms under mine and her hands went up to my chest. She pushed against my pectoral muscles a bit, then she made two fists and started pounding away on my chest. "Just like Tarzan", she said and I noticed the mocking tone in her voice. "Stop please! You're breaking my ribs!" "Nonsense, I'm not breaking your ribs. Maybe just bruise one or two!" Anyway, she stopped punching and said: "I think you've had enough!" Then still with her breasts against my back she said: "Damn ... I'm so horny! Oh what the fuck ...." And with that she pushed me on the bed. Actually, it was more like throwing. Then she climbed on top of me again. Roughly she removed the pillow from under my head and threw it aside. Then she took position behind me and said: "Let's see what we have here." With one quick gesture she pulled my underpants down. "Figures ... the only muscle that has been exercised the past year. Ah well... I guess it will have to do!" With her panties still on she sat on my dick which was now flat against my belly. Staring into my eyes she took off her bikini top. She had very nice breasts and nipples. Apparently she also liked my nipples, because her hands went up to them. She started to caress them until they got rigid. Then she squeezed hard, pulled them and twisted them. Oh my god, I had done that to myself sometimes, but never this hard or roughly. "Oh wow, you must really like this. I can feel your dick getting hard baby." I must confess it was very exciting having such a beautiful girl on top of me. Her beautiful face; muscular arms, shoulders and abs; wonderful breasts ... I didn't know where too look. If I looked straight ahead I could see her shoulders, biceps, breasts and abs all in one go. This was a fantasy come true. Painfully my attention was brought back to my nipples that were still being tortured. As if she could read my mind she stopped pulling, squeezing and turning my nipples and bent over. We kissed again. Her tongue deep into my mouth again, although with less force then before. I could feel myself getting more and more excited when suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my groin. Simone was squeezing my balls. Again this was something I had done to myself at home, but never this hard. I tried to protest, but I couldn't say anything because we were still kissing; so all that came out was a sort of moan. Maybe she thought I like it because she started to squeeze even harder. Panicking I made more noise and she stopped squeezing although she was still holding my balls. We stopped kissing. I asked "What is it with you and inflicting pain?" "I just like to see men suffer -- I like to see YOU suffer -- and I LOVE seeing fear in your eyes! But mainly I'm punishing you for not being in shape. I want you to be so afraid that when you go home you will start to work out at least 4 times a week." She continued: "And you SHOULD be afraid, because I can kill you whenever I want. For example by taking away your breath." She put her hand over my mouth and squeezed my nose shut. It was only for 10 seconds but since I hadn't expected it I really panicked again. I tried to move her hand but I couldn't. Mercifully she stopped, removed her hand and said: "See?" She went on to say: "Now you do understand I have to punish you, don't you?" I nodded sheepishly. "Ok, there's one more thing you will have to endure, and you're not going to like it!" Oh my God, what was she up to now? "Get off the bed and stand over there" I obeyed. I couldn't think straight anymore, but it seemed to make sense not to make her angry and to just do as I was told. "Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs." Oh shoot, she was going to kick me in the balls. "I see you understand what I'm going to do!" There was that cruel little smile again. She licked her lips. "I'm going to kick you in the balls. I'm going to kick you in the balls 6 times and it's going to hurt. It's going to hurt real bad! You will probably be alright afterwards and I will try not do any permanent damage, but I can't guarantee anything." She really knew how to get to me. She started kicking me, forcefully. The first one sort of missed, but I moaned out loud hoping to fool her. "Hmmm ... you got lucky there!" I thought 'Damn! Nothing gets past this woman!' The second was a bit softer but much more accurate and a sharp pain went up my groin into my belly. She kicked me again a bit stronger and I almost doubled over, but managed to stay upright. She kicked me a fourth time and this time I did double over and my hands dropped to my knees. She gave me a couple of seconds and then commanded: "Stand up straight!" She came closer to me and pushed me back against a wall. With one hand she held up both of my arms. She stepped a bit back with her right leg and then forcefully drove her knee into my balls. My god, that hurt! I felt my knees go week but Simone held me up. "One last time and then your punishment is over." Again she took her right foot back a bit and BAM! her right knee shot up into my balls. This time she mercifully let me slide to the floor where I bent over and held my sore balls. She must have left the room for a couple of minutes; I didn't notice, but after about 5 minutes I had regained some of my composure and I saw her coming back into the room. "Get back on the bed", she said. I did. "You have had your punishment for not being in shape. Now you're going to get a preview of what will happen when you are in shape next time we meet." "I want you to look at my muscles and get hard for me. Look at my round, wide shoulders. Look at my biceps (she flexed them), look at my rock hard abs..." She certainly knew how to get my attention. She tossed a condom to me. "Get this on and you'll get the fuck of your life." I did, and as soon as I had put the condom on Simone got on top of me again. This time she lowered herself onto my cock letting out a small moan when she did so. Then she started to ride me. First slowly, the fast, the slow again, then really fast, etc. I was getting close to orgasm and she stopped completely. "Let's take a short break...I don't want you to come yet ..." Then after a minute or so she started to move her hips again. I began to thrust my pelvis up as well, but she put both of her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down firmly. "Lie still! I only need your dick!" And she went on, while she was riding me: "Look at my muscles, look at my biceps, look at my rock hard abs." She definitely knew what Would get and keep me hard. Then finally in an explosion I had the best orgasm I ever had. Simone kept riding my dick and then after a minute or so she was apparently also satisfied. "OK Mark, get yourself cleaned up." I did. When I left half an hour later Simone was holding one of my business cards (she must have gotten it from my jacket) and said: "If you're not in shape in three months I'm going to actually HURT you and not just PLAY with you as I did today. Then I'm going to make you come in your own mouth and have you swallow all of it; and then I'm going to fuck you in the ass with a strap on." We kissed each other goodbye and one thought was running through my mind: "I had better get into shape!"