Here's a complete and final draft of the story I started some months ago. Its been a labour of love. Enjoy.
The trainer (complete)
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First of all I would just like to make it clear that I don't particularly go for big muscle guys or “hot” guys in general. In my line of work I'm surrounded by pretty boys all the time and 9 times out of 10 they've got more dick in their personality then they do in their pants. By the way, in case your wondering, I'm a fitness model.
I started modelling after I left school. Did a bit of glamour work but gradually lost interest. Mostly because the pay was crap but also because the photographers were more interested in getting laid then taking pictures.
But today everything has changed and that's all thanks to Instagram. Now at 23, I'm more than just a fitness model, I'm what's known as a “social influencer” and as my following grows so do my earnings. There's no limit to how much you can make, that is, as long as you have the right look. I was already almost there: stunning face; big tits; petite and skinny; brazilian butt...ummm, let's just say that last one was a work in progress and was the main reason why I joined a gym.
As I've already mentioned, pretty boys don't impress me, but, the day I met Paul, my personal trainer, I have to admit, I felt intimidated. It wasn't just his striking looks or Christian Grey biceps, no, there was something else about him, something dangerous. It was intoxicating.
“Hi Rita, what can I do for you today” he greeted me. I decided to dispense with the usual pleasantries and get straight to the point. With a broad smile I told him.
“I think I need to work on my butt.”
“Really” he said looking me up and down. “What's wrong with it?”
“Well, ummm, I guess it could be a bit firmer.” I giggled. Damn, I was acting like a school girl what the hell was wrong with me!
“I think everything could be a bit firmer, don't you?” I nodded and felt my heart sink.
“Don't worry, we can focus on your glutes, but we still need to tone everything else as well to keep everything in proportion. To get the results your after you'll need 3 sessions a week for 5 weeks and that's just to start. I only take on new clients if they're 100% committed.”
“When can I start?” I said with my most serious look.
“How about monday's, wednesday and friday starting next monday?” he said.
“Fine with me” I replied.
“Oh, one more thing. Your going to need to text me each night with details of everything you ate that day. I have to make sure that what your putting in your mouth is healthy.”
I started giggling again.
“Your obviously not a vegetarian then?” he smiled.
“Is it that obvious?” I said, blushing.
“Right, go and get yourself signed up at reception and I'll see you next Monday.”
And that's how it all began, torture sessions in the gym and nightly text's to Paul. I tried to be conversational, explaining some of my more unhealthy indulgences but he never responded...ever. He would only look at me disapprovingly at our next work out.
“Rita, you need to stick to the meal plans, OK, otherwise I'll be forced to punish you next session.”
“I thought you already were” I smiled,
“Trust me, you haven’t seen anything yet.” He smirked. It was the first time I’d seen anything even close to a smile. He looked good.
That's when I realized how attracted to him was. I often found myself day dreaming about him between sessions and of course I always tried to impress him by sticking to the meal plans he gave me. Once I was laying on a bench lifting small dumbbells over my head when I noticed how low he wore his pants. His hands were outstretched spotting me, causing his t-shirt to lift up a bit exposing his abdomen. I found myself staring, unable to tear my eyes away and the dumbbells started wobbling overhead “Come on, concentrate” he said supporting my wrists. He looked down just as I moved my eyes away. Shit. He caught me. I started to blush.
I started modelling after I left school. Did a bit of glamour work but gradually lost interest. Mostly because the pay was crap but also because the photographers were more interested in getting laid then taking pictures.
But today everything has changed and that's all thanks to Instagram. Now at 23, I'm more than just a fitness model, I'm what's known as a “social influencer” and as my following grows so do my earnings. There's no limit to how much you can make, that is, as long as you have the right look. I was already almost there: stunning face; big tits; petite and skinny; brazilian butt...ummm, let's just say that last one was a work in progress and was the main reason why I joined a gym.
As I've already mentioned, pretty boys don't impress me, but, the day I met Paul, my personal trainer, I have to admit, I felt intimidated. It wasn't just his striking looks or Christian Grey biceps, no, there was something else about him, something dangerous. It was intoxicating.
“Hi Rita, what can I do for you today” he greeted me. I decided to dispense with the usual pleasantries and get straight to the point. With a broad smile I told him.
“I think I need to work on my butt.”
“Really” he said looking me up and down. “What's wrong with it?”
“Well, ummm, I guess it could be a bit firmer.” I giggled. Damn, I was acting like a school girl what the hell was wrong with me!
“I think everything could be a bit firmer, don't you?” I nodded and felt my heart sink.
“Don't worry, we can focus on your glutes, but we still need to tone everything else as well to keep everything in proportion. To get the results your after you'll need 3 sessions a week for 5 weeks and that's just to start. I only take on new clients if they're 100% committed.”
“When can I start?” I said with my most serious look.
“How about monday's, wednesday and friday starting next monday?” he said.
“Fine with me” I replied.
“Oh, one more thing. Your going to need to text me each night with details of everything you ate that day. I have to make sure that what your putting in your mouth is healthy.”
I started giggling again.
“Your obviously not a vegetarian then?” he smiled.
“Is it that obvious?” I said, blushing.
“Right, go and get yourself signed up at reception and I'll see you next Monday.”
And that's how it all began, torture sessions in the gym and nightly text's to Paul. I tried to be conversational, explaining some of my more unhealthy indulgences but he never responded...ever. He would only look at me disapprovingly at our next work out.
“Rita, you need to stick to the meal plans, OK, otherwise I'll be forced to punish you next session.”
“I thought you already were” I smiled,
“Trust me, you haven’t seen anything yet.” He smirked. It was the first time I’d seen anything even close to a smile. He looked good.
That's when I realized how attracted to him was. I often found myself day dreaming about him between sessions and of course I always tried to impress him by sticking to the meal plans he gave me. Once I was laying on a bench lifting small dumbbells over my head when I noticed how low he wore his pants. His hands were outstretched spotting me, causing his t-shirt to lift up a bit exposing his abdomen. I found myself staring, unable to tear my eyes away and the dumbbells started wobbling overhead “Come on, concentrate” he said supporting my wrists. He looked down just as I moved my eyes away. Shit. He caught me. I started to blush.
He was true to his word and as the sessions progressed he increased the intensity of the workouts making sure that I was setting personal bests each week. My body ached every day but it was all worth it as the results were way beyond what I had expected. My breasts which had always been large now looked bigger and firmer and my waste slimmed and became more toned and of course my ass was so much more fuller and rounded. I loved the stares and looks I was getting in the gym and flaunted myself shamelessly making sure to wear the tightest and most revealing leggings and sports bra's. Of course Paul never seemed to be impressed by my exploits but he always complimented me as my results improved.
My Instagram profile took off and I became a hit gaining 100,000 new followers in a month. Sponsor ship deals came in, slowly at first, and for the first time my financial security no longer seemed a worry. I registered with an Agency and they took care of the business side, for a 20% cut of course, but it gave me more time to focus on content and increasing my exposure. I thought it was worth it.
One night after texting Paul as normal, I lay in bed and found myself thinking about him. I wondered if he knew how much I was attracted to him. Was he attracted to me? If he was he never showed it. Maybe he was just being professional, maybe I was just a client. Maybe I was just being silly. My phone beeped and as I looked down my heart stopped. It was from him.
Rita,
We've got some maintenance scheduled at the gym tomorrow,
I've moved our session to 10:30pm.
Paul.
No problem.
See you then.
xxx
As I went to sleep I wondered why he wanted to work out so late. I wondered if we would be alone. Maybe he did like me after all.
My Instagram profile took off and I became a hit gaining 100,000 new followers in a month. Sponsor ship deals came in, slowly at first, and for the first time my financial security no longer seemed a worry. I registered with an Agency and they took care of the business side, for a 20% cut of course, but it gave me more time to focus on content and increasing my exposure. I thought it was worth it.
One night after texting Paul as normal, I lay in bed and found myself thinking about him. I wondered if he knew how much I was attracted to him. Was he attracted to me? If he was he never showed it. Maybe he was just being professional, maybe I was just a client. Maybe I was just being silly. My phone beeped and as I looked down my heart stopped. It was from him.
Rita,
We've got some maintenance scheduled at the gym tomorrow,
I've moved our session to 10:30pm.
Paul.
No problem.
See you then.
xxx
As I went to sleep I wondered why he wanted to work out so late. I wondered if we would be alone. Maybe he did like me after all.
The next evening I took extra care getting ready. I wore new Stella McCartney leggings which accentuated my curves and I showered beforehand so that my blonde hair was fresh and glossy. As I drove to the gym I realised that I had a huge crush on him. I felt nervous.
I met him in the secluded area where we rarely worked. In the centre of the room there was a steel support column around which were placed various benches and weight machines. As was customary, a large floor to ceiling mirror filled one of the walls making the small room seem larger then it was. Cosier and quieter than the main gym, it was ideal for trainers to work with their clients. Right now, it was totally deserted.
“Hi Rita.” Paul was waiting for me, loading some weights on the bench press.
“Hi,” I said, hoping he wouldn't notice how nervous I was.
“Rita we need to talk.” he motioned me to sit down on the weight bench in front of him. I listened. He started to go over all the progress I had made in the last 6 weeks and what I should be focusing on in the future. Did I want to maintain the gains I had made or still make further changes?
For a moment I wondered whether he was politely trying to call it quits, you know when the teacher says they've done all they can and it's time to fly the nest.
“Well, I'm really happy with where I am now, but we still need to carry on, maybe I could lose a bit of weight, I don't know, what do you think?”
He took a step closer and stood in front of me with his arms folded looking down with his dark eyes. Sucking in my stomach discreetly I stretched out my legs and tried to look sexy.
“You know its tough for a woman to get down to less than 20% body fat and you probably wouldn't want to anyway unless your looking for a chiseled look that is?
“No definitely something more rounded” I answered
“Good, that's what I thought. Personally I try and maintain around 8% but then its a lot easier for a guy, makes the muscles pop but it may not be the look your after.” He peeled off his T-shirt and dropped it to the floor next to me.
“You see this is what I'm talking about.”
I looked up at him standing there wearing just a pair of Nikes and baggy gym shorts. His shoulders were wide, and heavy with muscle. Chest broad and flat. The gym lights played on every edge and corner of his abs. Skin that was smooth and brown followed the contours of the musculature below so that every striation was visible. I noticed how vascular he was, especially on his arms but two prominent blue veins bulged each side of his abs and traced a pronounced line to his groin disappearing below the waist band on his shorts. “So....what do you think?”
I felt confused and excited at the same time. I tried to hide the effect he was having on me,
“Do...do you shave” I blurted, blushing?
“You mean man scape?” He laughed. “Of course! I shave. I moisturise as well. Skincare isn't just for girls you know. Anyway in my job it's important to look good, this is what I do for a living after all.”
Fortunately he seemed oblivious to the effect he was having on me. I nodded as my heart pounded in my throat. I continued staring at his abs then for some reason, and I don't know what came over me, I reached out towards him touching one of those bulging veins with my finger, tracing it down the side of his stomach to his shorts.
”What...you shave everywhere” I stammered.
“Not quite” he said reaching down to grasp each side of his gym shorts pulling them down exposing pubic hair neatly trimmed at the root of his penis. His penis!
“I like to maintain a little bit of man growth down there as well.”
I blinked and bit my lip and stared straight ahead at his groin, I wondered whether he had intended to expose himself but was grateful that he had for I had never seen anything like it, at least nothing so thick, so big. It didn't seem real.
“Wow!” I said,”Wow, it's really big.” I looked up at his face.
“I'm 6' 5”, what were you expecting a chipolata.” He laughed and I turned my eyes away from his to focus on what was in front of me. With a deep breath I gripped the side of his shorts and began pulling them down, slowly, very slowly, uncertain that I had his approval. The full size of it was gradually exposed. Thick and broad with a large blue vein running down the front of it, the scrotal sack was smooth and hairless and stretched tightly over two testicles the size of goose eggs bulging outwards from the weight pressing down on them. I looked back up at his face and swallowed.
“Don't stop” he said and I continued to pull on his shorts letting them drop to the floor. I gulped.
The length of it stopped just above his knees!
Paul stepped away from his shorts and moved in closer to me. His organ swayed slowly, pendulously under its own weight and I could see the glans of it's head partially exposed from behind the foreskin.
He reached down pulling me up towards him pulling me in so that my breasts pressed against his naked torso. He caressed my face with his hand before moving it gently behind my head where it closed on a handful of hair tilting my head back, exposing my neck. My lips parted as his mouth found mine kissing me, teasing my lips with his tongue before thrusting it into my open mouth. Mmmmmm, he tasted so good. Grinding my hips against his I could feel it twitching, swelling against my belly as his giant meat filled with blood...then he pulled away.
“Sorry that was a little bit unprofessional of me” he said.
“No, no I don't mind” I whispered and while maintaining eye contact I put my hands on his chest and slowly began to sit back down lightly tracing my finger tips down his chest and stomach, his eyes followed mine as finally I was seated on the bench in front of him. Sighing softly I looked away and began to focus on what was in front of me...I gasped
The sharp lines of his massive cock loomed before me like a battering ram, piercing my gaze with sheer brute force domination. To say it wasn't what I was expecting was an understatement. Quite simply it was terrifying. It seemed to have a life of it's own, pulsing and twitching, rising up above my head as it lengthened, swelling grotesquely. Now the foreskin was stretched back fully and I could see how taut and shiny the skin was on his glans as they flared angrily. His cock was as hard as granite and fully erect the head coming to rest past his belly button just under his sternum. I sat back and held on to the bench with both hands in awe.
Paul was exposed before me completely naked, a mountain of potent maleness. The bold evidence of his desire thrilled me, and more then anything I wanted him. Slipping off the bench I knelt before him burying my face at the root of his shaft inhaling the thick musk of his sex. Encircling one of his massive testicles with my open mouth, I sucked hard trying to take it in but it was too big, instead running my lips and tongue around it feeling the network of tubes and vesicles and imagining the thick creamy semen surging beneath the surface. I longed for it. A deep animal compulsion rose from within and I eagerly ran my tongue from the base of his member upwards tracing the thick veins which bulged along his shaft. Then, moaning softly I pulled my lips away, feasting my eyes on the overwhelming beauty and virility of what was before me.
I was taken by surprise, as the root jerked sharply, driving the head upwards against his solar plexus with a dull thud, forcing a thick glob of mucus from the opening which slowly oozed down the underside of the engorged shaft.
With a guttural moan I reached forward encircling the base of his cock with both hands pulling it down to meet my mouth, greedily sucking out more of his thick juice while working my tongue into his slit. The taste was a potent mix of salt and musk and my throat contracted involuntarily, gulping down the clumpy slime as if to drain every drop from the swollen glands buried deep within his body.
Then, as if from nowhere,a feeling of shame overwhelmed me and I pulled my lips away, leaving a fat rope of slobber connecting my mouth to the gaping slit of his cock. I didn't want Paul to think I was a slut, that was the last thing I wanted. But my concern was short lived.
“Don't stop Rita, please, don't stop.” He grasped his cock firmly just below the head and began to manoeuvre it again towards my face. I surrendered and tried to take him into my mouth, slowly at first, very slowly, my lips engulfing the tip of his giant pole. Paul moaned and thrust his hips catching me by surprise and forcing my mouth open. Grabbing the back of my head he pushed harder, stretching my jaw painfully wide. Still only half of his glans was inside. He was just too big, too massive, there was no way it was going to fit.
I met him in the secluded area where we rarely worked. In the centre of the room there was a steel support column around which were placed various benches and weight machines. As was customary, a large floor to ceiling mirror filled one of the walls making the small room seem larger then it was. Cosier and quieter than the main gym, it was ideal for trainers to work with their clients. Right now, it was totally deserted.
“Hi Rita.” Paul was waiting for me, loading some weights on the bench press.
“Hi,” I said, hoping he wouldn't notice how nervous I was.
“Rita we need to talk.” he motioned me to sit down on the weight bench in front of him. I listened. He started to go over all the progress I had made in the last 6 weeks and what I should be focusing on in the future. Did I want to maintain the gains I had made or still make further changes?
For a moment I wondered whether he was politely trying to call it quits, you know when the teacher says they've done all they can and it's time to fly the nest.
“Well, I'm really happy with where I am now, but we still need to carry on, maybe I could lose a bit of weight, I don't know, what do you think?”
He took a step closer and stood in front of me with his arms folded looking down with his dark eyes. Sucking in my stomach discreetly I stretched out my legs and tried to look sexy.
“You know its tough for a woman to get down to less than 20% body fat and you probably wouldn't want to anyway unless your looking for a chiseled look that is?
“No definitely something more rounded” I answered
“Good, that's what I thought. Personally I try and maintain around 8% but then its a lot easier for a guy, makes the muscles pop but it may not be the look your after.” He peeled off his T-shirt and dropped it to the floor next to me.
“You see this is what I'm talking about.”
I looked up at him standing there wearing just a pair of Nikes and baggy gym shorts. His shoulders were wide, and heavy with muscle. Chest broad and flat. The gym lights played on every edge and corner of his abs. Skin that was smooth and brown followed the contours of the musculature below so that every striation was visible. I noticed how vascular he was, especially on his arms but two prominent blue veins bulged each side of his abs and traced a pronounced line to his groin disappearing below the waist band on his shorts. “So....what do you think?”
I felt confused and excited at the same time. I tried to hide the effect he was having on me,
“Do...do you shave” I blurted, blushing?
“You mean man scape?” He laughed. “Of course! I shave. I moisturise as well. Skincare isn't just for girls you know. Anyway in my job it's important to look good, this is what I do for a living after all.”
Fortunately he seemed oblivious to the effect he was having on me. I nodded as my heart pounded in my throat. I continued staring at his abs then for some reason, and I don't know what came over me, I reached out towards him touching one of those bulging veins with my finger, tracing it down the side of his stomach to his shorts.
”What...you shave everywhere” I stammered.
“Not quite” he said reaching down to grasp each side of his gym shorts pulling them down exposing pubic hair neatly trimmed at the root of his penis. His penis!
“I like to maintain a little bit of man growth down there as well.”
I blinked and bit my lip and stared straight ahead at his groin, I wondered whether he had intended to expose himself but was grateful that he had for I had never seen anything like it, at least nothing so thick, so big. It didn't seem real.
“Wow!” I said,”Wow, it's really big.” I looked up at his face.
“I'm 6' 5”, what were you expecting a chipolata.” He laughed and I turned my eyes away from his to focus on what was in front of me. With a deep breath I gripped the side of his shorts and began pulling them down, slowly, very slowly, uncertain that I had his approval. The full size of it was gradually exposed. Thick and broad with a large blue vein running down the front of it, the scrotal sack was smooth and hairless and stretched tightly over two testicles the size of goose eggs bulging outwards from the weight pressing down on them. I looked back up at his face and swallowed.
“Don't stop” he said and I continued to pull on his shorts letting them drop to the floor. I gulped.
The length of it stopped just above his knees!
Paul stepped away from his shorts and moved in closer to me. His organ swayed slowly, pendulously under its own weight and I could see the glans of it's head partially exposed from behind the foreskin.
He reached down pulling me up towards him pulling me in so that my breasts pressed against his naked torso. He caressed my face with his hand before moving it gently behind my head where it closed on a handful of hair tilting my head back, exposing my neck. My lips parted as his mouth found mine kissing me, teasing my lips with his tongue before thrusting it into my open mouth. Mmmmmm, he tasted so good. Grinding my hips against his I could feel it twitching, swelling against my belly as his giant meat filled with blood...then he pulled away.
“Sorry that was a little bit unprofessional of me” he said.
“No, no I don't mind” I whispered and while maintaining eye contact I put my hands on his chest and slowly began to sit back down lightly tracing my finger tips down his chest and stomach, his eyes followed mine as finally I was seated on the bench in front of him. Sighing softly I looked away and began to focus on what was in front of me...I gasped
The sharp lines of his massive cock loomed before me like a battering ram, piercing my gaze with sheer brute force domination. To say it wasn't what I was expecting was an understatement. Quite simply it was terrifying. It seemed to have a life of it's own, pulsing and twitching, rising up above my head as it lengthened, swelling grotesquely. Now the foreskin was stretched back fully and I could see how taut and shiny the skin was on his glans as they flared angrily. His cock was as hard as granite and fully erect the head coming to rest past his belly button just under his sternum. I sat back and held on to the bench with both hands in awe.
Paul was exposed before me completely naked, a mountain of potent maleness. The bold evidence of his desire thrilled me, and more then anything I wanted him. Slipping off the bench I knelt before him burying my face at the root of his shaft inhaling the thick musk of his sex. Encircling one of his massive testicles with my open mouth, I sucked hard trying to take it in but it was too big, instead running my lips and tongue around it feeling the network of tubes and vesicles and imagining the thick creamy semen surging beneath the surface. I longed for it. A deep animal compulsion rose from within and I eagerly ran my tongue from the base of his member upwards tracing the thick veins which bulged along his shaft. Then, moaning softly I pulled my lips away, feasting my eyes on the overwhelming beauty and virility of what was before me.
I was taken by surprise, as the root jerked sharply, driving the head upwards against his solar plexus with a dull thud, forcing a thick glob of mucus from the opening which slowly oozed down the underside of the engorged shaft.
With a guttural moan I reached forward encircling the base of his cock with both hands pulling it down to meet my mouth, greedily sucking out more of his thick juice while working my tongue into his slit. The taste was a potent mix of salt and musk and my throat contracted involuntarily, gulping down the clumpy slime as if to drain every drop from the swollen glands buried deep within his body.
Then, as if from nowhere,a feeling of shame overwhelmed me and I pulled my lips away, leaving a fat rope of slobber connecting my mouth to the gaping slit of his cock. I didn't want Paul to think I was a slut, that was the last thing I wanted. But my concern was short lived.
“Don't stop Rita, please, don't stop.” He grasped his cock firmly just below the head and began to manoeuvre it again towards my face. I surrendered and tried to take him into my mouth, slowly at first, very slowly, my lips engulfing the tip of his giant pole. Paul moaned and thrust his hips catching me by surprise and forcing my mouth open. Grabbing the back of my head he pushed harder, stretching my jaw painfully wide. Still only half of his glans was inside. He was just too big, too massive, there was no way it was going to fit.
“Mmmhmmm, that feels so good, take it all Rita, just relax let me inside you.” Paul sensed my panic and tried to calm me.
Closing my eyes in submission, I complied, allowing my lips to stretch to accommodate his full enormity. Then at last the ridge of his glans slid past my front teeth with a pop and fully into my mouth. But there was no respite.
He pushed harder, just half an inch further and I began to gag as he pressed against the back of my throat. Both his hands held my head, pulling it down to meet the rhythmic thrusts in time with his hips. Each time a tried to retch, my throat opened and somehow he pushed himself further inside. Saliva and spew dribbled from the corners of my mouth down my chin on to my breasts... I didn't mind.
The thrusts continued, pummelling my mouth and throat. His balls, despite there weight, were now tight against the root of his cock, veins bloated. The immense root began to swell and contract sending rhythmic surges along its length...I new he was close. I wanted it...longed for it.
“Come here” he commanded, catching my wrist and pulling me up roughly and against his chest. “Not so fast babe. I want to fuck you properly.”
I gasped, starring up at his face I was shocked by a fierce animalistic expression that I had never seen before. Unconsciously, I tried to pull away, frightened by what I might have unknowingly unleashed. But he wouldn't let me go. “Your going to take me, all of me,” and he pushed me backwards until my back was pressed against the steel pillar. “Now strip!”
My heart raced with a nervous thrill and without hesitation I removed my gym clothes. I could feel the tension raging inside him, his desire radiating on a level that I had never felt before. He seemed like a man pushed to the edge, hanging on by the last thread of his control.
“Put your hands on my shoulders” he ordered as he grabbed behind my knee lifting up one leg while pressing my back against the cold steel. I obeyed, balancing myself against him, and with his free hand he grasped my other leg raising me from the floor.
“Now hold onto the pillar with your hands” he commanded and I lifted them from his shoulders placing them behind me to steady myself. His massive shoulders and arms continued to lift me raising me as though I were weightless, then forced my back against the cold steel spreading my legs wide, lubricious lips of my swollen sex unfolding. “Look at me, Rita,” he ordered, and I gazed down at him. “I want you to watch me taste your juices.”
He moved closer, nibbling and kissing my inner thigh, teasing and licking, then opening his mouth, engulfing my sex, his hot tongue plunging, slowly licking upwards, noisily swallowing my sticky secretions. He licked me again, circling, delving inside with long, loving strokes. I moved my hips against him wanting him deeper and he gave it to me spreading me wide pushing his hot mouth against me feasting on the sweet nectar seeping from my core.
“Mmhmmm.” I moaned feeling an exquisite tension building deep inside my belly. I was close, so close.
“Not yet my darling, just a little longer.” He pulled away tantalisingly and started to lower me.
Dazed I pulled my eyes away from his and looked down, and all at once, a fear overwhelmed me for his monstrous cock was impossibly huge. The swollen glans of its head glistening dark red as it surged upwards against his chest. Bloated veins entwined the enormous shaft supported by a root thicker then my arm.
“Noooo, it's too big Paul, I'll never be able to take it” I pleaded with him, begged him.
“Trust me” he whispered into my ear, “let me make love to you.”
Resigned to my fate I gave in to him, letting him take complete control. He pushed harder on my legs splaying them open and I watched his buttocks strain lifting the head of his shaft so that it was pressed against my mound. My swollen lips parted, enveloping him, coating him with my slick juices and as I slid further they began to stretch and tighten and then at last with a faint pop the immense head of his cock was inside me.
Closing my eyes in submission, I complied, allowing my lips to stretch to accommodate his full enormity. Then at last the ridge of his glans slid past my front teeth with a pop and fully into my mouth. But there was no respite.
He pushed harder, just half an inch further and I began to gag as he pressed against the back of my throat. Both his hands held my head, pulling it down to meet the rhythmic thrusts in time with his hips. Each time a tried to retch, my throat opened and somehow he pushed himself further inside. Saliva and spew dribbled from the corners of my mouth down my chin on to my breasts... I didn't mind.
The thrusts continued, pummelling my mouth and throat. His balls, despite there weight, were now tight against the root of his cock, veins bloated. The immense root began to swell and contract sending rhythmic surges along its length...I new he was close. I wanted it...longed for it.
“Come here” he commanded, catching my wrist and pulling me up roughly and against his chest. “Not so fast babe. I want to fuck you properly.”
I gasped, starring up at his face I was shocked by a fierce animalistic expression that I had never seen before. Unconsciously, I tried to pull away, frightened by what I might have unknowingly unleashed. But he wouldn't let me go. “Your going to take me, all of me,” and he pushed me backwards until my back was pressed against the steel pillar. “Now strip!”
My heart raced with a nervous thrill and without hesitation I removed my gym clothes. I could feel the tension raging inside him, his desire radiating on a level that I had never felt before. He seemed like a man pushed to the edge, hanging on by the last thread of his control.
“Put your hands on my shoulders” he ordered as he grabbed behind my knee lifting up one leg while pressing my back against the cold steel. I obeyed, balancing myself against him, and with his free hand he grasped my other leg raising me from the floor.
“Now hold onto the pillar with your hands” he commanded and I lifted them from his shoulders placing them behind me to steady myself. His massive shoulders and arms continued to lift me raising me as though I were weightless, then forced my back against the cold steel spreading my legs wide, lubricious lips of my swollen sex unfolding. “Look at me, Rita,” he ordered, and I gazed down at him. “I want you to watch me taste your juices.”
He moved closer, nibbling and kissing my inner thigh, teasing and licking, then opening his mouth, engulfing my sex, his hot tongue plunging, slowly licking upwards, noisily swallowing my sticky secretions. He licked me again, circling, delving inside with long, loving strokes. I moved my hips against him wanting him deeper and he gave it to me spreading me wide pushing his hot mouth against me feasting on the sweet nectar seeping from my core.
“Mmhmmm.” I moaned feeling an exquisite tension building deep inside my belly. I was close, so close.
“Not yet my darling, just a little longer.” He pulled away tantalisingly and started to lower me.
Dazed I pulled my eyes away from his and looked down, and all at once, a fear overwhelmed me for his monstrous cock was impossibly huge. The swollen glans of its head glistening dark red as it surged upwards against his chest. Bloated veins entwined the enormous shaft supported by a root thicker then my arm.
“Noooo, it's too big Paul, I'll never be able to take it” I pleaded with him, begged him.
“Trust me” he whispered into my ear, “let me make love to you.”
Resigned to my fate I gave in to him, letting him take complete control. He pushed harder on my legs splaying them open and I watched his buttocks strain lifting the head of his shaft so that it was pressed against my mound. My swollen lips parted, enveloping him, coating him with my slick juices and as I slid further they began to stretch and tighten and then at last with a faint pop the immense head of his cock was inside me.
“Aaaaah, oh God,” a paralysis spread through me and I found my self unable to resist as he lowered me further, filling me, impaling me, my tight lips stretching to breaking point over his gigantic girth.
Cupping his hands behind my knees he pushed harder wedging me against the pillar. I felt him pull the shaft back and then slide it forward, opening me up inside, bit by bit, until finally I felt him pressing against the entrance to my womb.
I began to panic as I realised that barely half of him was inside me the monstrous root of his cock surging threateningly between my legs.
“Please don't hurt me” I whimpered.
“Trust your body Rita” he said, and he began to thrust, gently at first so that my body could get used to his size and then with more force and speed, his hips unrelenting as his cock plunged again and again, bulging balls swinging and slapping rhythmically against his inner thighs.
My belly began to distend as I struggled to take his enormous mass. I threw my head back, “Uuuugggghhhh, O God Paul, that feels so good, MmmmHmMMM.”
My bodily reactions now were beyond my control as he shifted his weight beneath me, the thick slabs of muscle that were his thighs tensing and then thrusting upwards with the strength of a bull.
“OWWWWWW,” I cried out in terror as deep inside me I felt a membrane rupture, giving way to him, the rest of his shaft slowly sinking into me, cleaving virgin flesh, filling me completely. But there was no pain, just shooting waves of pleasure rising up in my belly like the waters of a damn, higher and higher, until finally, it burst, “AAAAARRRRRHHHHH,” giving way to powerful contractions, rippling out from my core, as my womb greedily milked his shaft.
Paul buried his face into my neck and moaned. I knew he was nearing release. Sinking my nails into his back I arched my back, driving my hips against his, forcing the last few inches into me until at last he was buried to the hilt. I felt his shaft spasm, as his balls unloaded their seed, sending torrent after torrent of thick cum erupting deep inside me.
Exhausted, Paul slowly lifted me, withdrawing his now softening cock from my belly letting it flop harmlessly between his legs. A thin layer of clumpy grey slime coated its length.
“Are you all right?” He asked as he gently set me down.
“I think so. Just a bit shaky that's all.” My legs trembled as I dressed. I tried to comprehend what had just happened.
All of a sudden a noise startled me. Just to the left a door just 20 feet away, the handle turned quietly once, then twice. Someone was coming in! “Don't worry its locked” Paul said as he pulled on his shorts but I was worried. Then the sound of keys jangling, a lock turning. Fuck, someone was coming in! I jumped up quickly catching sight of myself in the wall mirror opposite. Black mascara streaked down my cheeks. I wiped the drool from my mouth. I was a mess.
A head poked around the door “Sorry sir, I saw the lights on, didn't realise you were giving a lesson.” It was the caretaker.
“That's all right Frank we're almost finished, we'll tidy up when were done, you can go home for the evening.” Paul spoke calmly, as if nothing was happening. The door closed.
Adrenaline flooded through me. “That was close.” I said.
“I'm sorry Rita I lost track of time. We're going to have to leave now.” Paul was putting his T-shirt back on. “It's probably better if you go first. Don't want tongues wagging do we.”
That's right I thought, you don't want to lose your job now do you you selfish fuck. Fighting back tears I turned and hobbled out. Mother fucker!
Cupping his hands behind my knees he pushed harder wedging me against the pillar. I felt him pull the shaft back and then slide it forward, opening me up inside, bit by bit, until finally I felt him pressing against the entrance to my womb.
I began to panic as I realised that barely half of him was inside me the monstrous root of his cock surging threateningly between my legs.
“Please don't hurt me” I whimpered.
“Trust your body Rita” he said, and he began to thrust, gently at first so that my body could get used to his size and then with more force and speed, his hips unrelenting as his cock plunged again and again, bulging balls swinging and slapping rhythmically against his inner thighs.
My belly began to distend as I struggled to take his enormous mass. I threw my head back, “Uuuugggghhhh, O God Paul, that feels so good, MmmmHmMMM.”
My bodily reactions now were beyond my control as he shifted his weight beneath me, the thick slabs of muscle that were his thighs tensing and then thrusting upwards with the strength of a bull.
“OWWWWWW,” I cried out in terror as deep inside me I felt a membrane rupture, giving way to him, the rest of his shaft slowly sinking into me, cleaving virgin flesh, filling me completely. But there was no pain, just shooting waves of pleasure rising up in my belly like the waters of a damn, higher and higher, until finally, it burst, “AAAAARRRRRHHHHH,” giving way to powerful contractions, rippling out from my core, as my womb greedily milked his shaft.
Paul buried his face into my neck and moaned. I knew he was nearing release. Sinking my nails into his back I arched my back, driving my hips against his, forcing the last few inches into me until at last he was buried to the hilt. I felt his shaft spasm, as his balls unloaded their seed, sending torrent after torrent of thick cum erupting deep inside me.
Exhausted, Paul slowly lifted me, withdrawing his now softening cock from my belly letting it flop harmlessly between his legs. A thin layer of clumpy grey slime coated its length.
“Are you all right?” He asked as he gently set me down.
“I think so. Just a bit shaky that's all.” My legs trembled as I dressed. I tried to comprehend what had just happened.
All of a sudden a noise startled me. Just to the left a door just 20 feet away, the handle turned quietly once, then twice. Someone was coming in! “Don't worry its locked” Paul said as he pulled on his shorts but I was worried. Then the sound of keys jangling, a lock turning. Fuck, someone was coming in! I jumped up quickly catching sight of myself in the wall mirror opposite. Black mascara streaked down my cheeks. I wiped the drool from my mouth. I was a mess.
A head poked around the door “Sorry sir, I saw the lights on, didn't realise you were giving a lesson.” It was the caretaker.
“That's all right Frank we're almost finished, we'll tidy up when were done, you can go home for the evening.” Paul spoke calmly, as if nothing was happening. The door closed.
Adrenaline flooded through me. “That was close.” I said.
“I'm sorry Rita I lost track of time. We're going to have to leave now.” Paul was putting his T-shirt back on. “It's probably better if you go first. Don't want tongues wagging do we.”
That's right I thought, you don't want to lose your job now do you you selfish fuck. Fighting back tears I turned and hobbled out. Mother fucker!
In the car home I felt awful. What had I been thinking. We were in a gym, a public space for Christ's sake. I'd been behaving like a total whore. It had been my fault, I felt ashamed. Everything was ruined.
Beep beep
I looked down at my phone, a message from Paul. I opened it.
Rita,
I'm really sorry, it was completely my fault
Don't worry.
Paul
PS You were amazing.
Immediately I felt better and as I arrived home had almost completely calmed down. My whole body ached and by the time I had showered it was really late and I was grateful to finally settle into a warm bed with my phone. I opened up messages and thought about how I was going to reply to Paul. Beep beep, I must be psychic! It was him...again.
I've got good news and bad news...
Bad news please.
I don't think I should be your trainer any more. You've achieved your goals. I'm putting you on a maintenance regime with one of our new guys from this Monday.
What about our session on Friday
Cancelled!
I'm upset...What's the good news?
I'm taking you out for dinner instead! Will pick you up tomorrow at 7pm. What's your address?
Quickly I replied and then switched off the phone placing it next to me on the bed side table. A familiar warm feeling started to spread through me. Perhaps he did like me after all. Smiling, I rolled over and tried to sleep.
THE END
Beep beep
I looked down at my phone, a message from Paul. I opened it.
Rita,
I'm really sorry, it was completely my fault
Don't worry.
Paul
PS You were amazing.
Immediately I felt better and as I arrived home had almost completely calmed down. My whole body ached and by the time I had showered it was really late and I was grateful to finally settle into a warm bed with my phone. I opened up messages and thought about how I was going to reply to Paul. Beep beep, I must be psychic! It was him...again.
I've got good news and bad news...
Bad news please.
I don't think I should be your trainer any more. You've achieved your goals. I'm putting you on a maintenance regime with one of our new guys from this Monday.
What about our session on Friday
Cancelled!
I'm upset...What's the good news?
I'm taking you out for dinner instead! Will pick you up tomorrow at 7pm. What's your address?
Quickly I replied and then switched off the phone placing it next to me on the bed side table. A familiar warm feeling started to spread through me. Perhaps he did like me after all. Smiling, I rolled over and tried to sleep.
THE END
Feedback, positive or negative, would be much appreciated before I start my next project, a story about a down on his luck divorcee who volunteers for medical trials for the first human enhancement procedure.
Thanks.
Thanks.
Super fuckin hot story! Negative feedback? No way! I can't wait to hear how this story unfolds!!!
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Thank you.You want feedback? That's easy. CONTINUE! It's hawt, VERY hawt!
I will continue...but on a completely new story involving stem cell research and human body enhancement! (uuummh which part I wonder.)
Rest assured, havoc will ensue when experiments go awry!
Will keep you posted.
Well done mister writer!
I especially liked the end.
Fucking hell, I am just disgustingly soft!
Yep, happy ends are good
Well done again.
I especially liked the end.
Fucking hell, I am just disgustingly soft!
Yep, happy ends are good
Well done again.
This is a very well written, and evenly paced story. I like both characters and think you should continue writing about them and the adventures they embark on as their relationship takes off.
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