“I mean, can you blame me?”
“You know you can’t keep him, Kim,” Rachel said. “You’re not the only woman he uses his ‘special methods’ on.”
“I know that! I’m not an idiot...”
“If you’ll remember, I have also reaped the fruit of Jake’s labors,” Rachel said haughtily.
“How could I forget?” I grumbled.
“I’ve done every raunchy exercise he’s got you doing, and loved every second of it. Don’t get me wrong. Just keep in mind that when you walk out that door, someone else waltzes right in.”
“I’m sure I’ve done a few exercises with Jake that you haven’t.”
“Oh, really? Try me, bi—.” Rachel paused for a moment then gasped. “You’re not sleeping with your personal trainer are you?!” she exclaimed, clearly delighted.
“Believe me, there is no sleep involved.” I laughed.
“You minx!” Rachel howled. “This is fabulous.”
“You’re not to tell a soul.”
“Obviously!”
“Now I really do have to get ready,” I said, pleased that the clock had finally started moving.
“Have fun,” Rachel crowed, and hung up.
I stretched luxuriously, then turned my mind to Jake. I wondered if I could get him to agree to up our sessions to three times a week. A sexual shiver made me rub my thighs together. My hand begged to creep toward my pussy, but I stilled it. Somehow, the workout was always better the hornier I was.
***
I bounced into the studio, smiling widely. Jake glanced up and his eyes softened. He had a gorgeous smile, but always saved it for when I had done something good. Or if we had done something good.
“Kim,” he acknowledged, holding open the door to the workout area.
“Jake,” I responded, breezing past him and shucking off my clothes before the door shut. Jake required that all exercises be done in the nude. It was surprisingly easy to get used to.
What was a surprise was when Jake got naked, too. This was new. I opened my mouth to ask what he was doing and he raised an eyebrow. I snapped my mouth shut. Another thing — absolutely no questioning his techniques. Doing so could instantly end your contract. Knowing the mouth on Rachel, I’d started to suspect that was why she had to stop seeing Jake.
“Today we’re going to work on your focus,” Jake said as I dragged my eyes from his muscular thighs, magnificent cock, washboard abs, cut chest, and finally to his face. He looked stern, but his eyes were smiling. “I’ve noticed you’ve been having some troubles devoting your full attention to some of your exercises recently,” he added, the smile dancing merrily around his eyes. The irony was rich. Jake was the one who usually caused the distractions.
“Is there anything in particular you want to zero in on today?” he asked.
I stared pointedly at his cock. “One or two things,” I replied, “but I’ll put myself in your capable hands.”
“Let’s get started, then.” He turned around to give me a stunning view of his ass. I nearly forgot to follow him. “Begin with some sit-ups.” He pointed to a soft mat on the floor. I eased myself down, reclined on the floor, and Jake stepped gently on my feet to hold them in place. “Whenever you’re ready.”
I hated myself a little for how much I enjoyed being under him.
I heaved myself up for the first rep. In the sitting position, I got a face full of cock. Surprised, I fell back against the mat. “One,” Jake said calmly. So, this was how it was going to be, I thought to myself. Two can play that game.
I sat up again, and licked just the tip of Jake’s dick before hitting the mat again. I bit back a smirk at Jake’s nearly imperceptible shudder as he said “Two.”
I started to crank up the pace, licking more and more of Jake’s penis with each rep. Finally, I gave him head in earnest. I swallowed him whole each time I sat up, the eagerness to pleasure him driving me to continue despite my protesting abdominal muscles. Jake’s cock was rock hard and stood out from his body. I pushed through the pain, suckling more and more. I didn’t think of the screaming in my muscles. I thought only about making him come.
“Forty-nine,” Jake gasped. “Fifty. Good. Enough.”
Disappointed, I fell back against the mat. I was practically already tasting his semen flooding my mouth when he told me to stop. The exercises were sometimes genuinely torturous. I just wasn’t sure who suffered the most that time. My overworked abs cramped painfully, putting me in the lead. I groaned as I pushed myself to a sitting position.
“Let’s see how your balance is,” Jake said. “Can you do a handstand?”
“I can try.” I kneeled down and got on all fours. I carefully kicked up into the position, relaxing a bit as Jake grabbed my legs from the front to steady me. Biting my lip in concentration, I began to feel my entire body weight on my arms. This was going to be difficult no matter what Jake had in mind.
“Twenty handstand pushups. When you’re ready.”
I exhaled heavily. My arms were already starting to shake. Where was I going to find the strength to get through this exercise? I hadn’t failed Jake in any of his requests yet, but I was beginning to think that this was going to be the one.
Carefully, I lowered my face close to the mat and pushed myself back up. “One,” Jake said, then licked my pussy. I almost tumbled to the ground at the sensation. “This is the focus issue I’m talking about,” Jake said. I could hear the smile in his voice.
I bent my elbows again and grunted as I pushed myself up to complete the second rep. Jake’s talented tongue briefly explored my lips, and I groaned as he withdrew. “Keep going,” he commanded. The desire to get my pussy eaten out drew strength from within that I didn’t know I had and a renewed energy flooded my arms.
As I grinded out the pushups, even Jake’s touch on my legs grew electric. He kissed my lips with his own, gently teasing my clit with his tongue. My groans of exertion grew louder and could have easily been groans of pleasure. I couldn’t tell a difference. My upper body was a world of pain, my burning arms and chest screaming for release. My pussy was also screaming for release, but I knew Jake wouldn’t let me have an orgasm this early in the workout. His ministrations only made me work harder, and we both knew it. I felt his erection rub against my belly. I wasn’t the only one affected by this exercise.
“Nineteen,” Jake said into my cunt. “Come on, Kim.”
I was nearly sobbing with effort and arousal. I didn’t even want to know who he’d learned cunnilingus from. What mattered was how good my pussy felt. However, my arms felt like spaghetti, and I knew if I tried to do one more rep, I’d fall.
“I can’t do it,” I wheezed.
“Yes, you can,” Jake urged. He would’ve sounded more convincing if he wasn’t suckling my clit. I yelped as he plunged a finger into my pussy. The quaking in my arms reached Richter scale proportions as I slowly, slowly, slowly lowered myself. My nose brushed the ground. It would have been so easy just to fall, just to let my body go. However, as Jake made a beckoning motion with the finger inside my cunt, I found one last reserve of strength to push upward.
“Twenty,” Jake said, then replaced his finger in my pussy with his tongue. I almost passed out. Jake’s strong arms helped me safely lower myself to the mat. I threw an arm across my eyes, panting to catch my breath. My pussy pulsed, reminding me how horny I was despite being physically exhausted.
“I hope you’re not thinking about giving up,” Jake said. “We’ve only done two exercises, if you’re keeping track.”
Reminding myself that a gorgeous naked man was going to make me come while making my body more beautiful was enough to get me standing again. Maybe there was something to Jake’s “special methods” after all. I wondered why I had ever doubted them at all.
My grueling circuit of the room ended with me gasping for air, forehead against the floor. I thought that the better in shape I became, the easier the workouts would get. Jake constantly proved me wrong.
“I have one more legs exercise for you,” Jake said, the catch in his voice alerting me to the possibility that he had been waiting for this workout in particular. He indicated I should lie down on the floor. He took two resistance bands and stretched them as far as they would go. “These let you work against yourself,” he said.
He secured them on the bottoms of two machines, then yanked them to my resting spot. He put either one around my ankles. I was forced to try to squeeze my legs closed to maintain a comfortable position.
“Work hard and maintain your focus,” Jake rasped, climbing on top of me.
I was dripping with sweat, but the wettest part of my body was my pussy. Jake held both of my hands and thrust into me with one forceful movement. It was the sweetest reward I could ask for after all of my punishing work.
Jake nibbled at my neck, thrusting and grunting. He pushed my hands above my head. My legs were straining to pull the resistance bands close enough for relative comfort. The onslaught of his huge cock was almost too much to bear, especially with the added burden of the resistance bands. I had to divert my concentration from pleasure to exerting my muscles, which shook at the effort. Jake made it no easier as his cock found my G-spot.
“God! I’m going to lose it!” I moaned as my legs slowly widened, putting incredible strain on my inner thighs and groin.
“Hold those bands,” Jake murmured in my ear, not missing one thrust. I gritted my teeth with the effort, tensing every muscle in my body. Jake chose that moment to reach between us and roll my clit between his fingers. I screamed my release, my body tightening to hold on to the incredible pleasure. Jake quickly slipped my ankles out of the resistance bands, and I relaxed immediately, able to better appreciate the tide of my orgasm. With a few more thrusts, Jake exploded deep within my pussy, kissing me as he moaned. He pulled out and flopped onto the mat beside me. I felt the ticklish trickle of his cream seep from my cunt.
“Good work.” He turned his head toward me and smiled his 24-karat grin.
Something inside me melted and pooled in my belly. “Come out to dinner with me tonight,” I blurted. I knew I had misspoke as Jake’s grin faded and his face took on a guarded look.
“I’m sorry, Kim,” he said carefully. “I really don’t see any clients outside of the studio.”
The warm feeling in my belly froze. I sat up, shrugging off the syrup of afterglow. “Oh, okay,” I spat. “You’ll fuck women in your studio, but you won’t be seen with them in public.” I stalked to the other side of the room and began yanking my clothes back on. “Thanks for clearing that up for me.”
“It’s not like that, Kim.”
“I don’t give a shit about what it’s like,” I said, cutting him off as I pulled on my sneakers. “Forget I said anything.”
I slammed the door, catching a glimpse of Jake still sitting on the mat, naked, before I could remind myself not to look.
***
That night, my feelings went to war with themselves. On the one side, I understood perfectly Jake’s hesitation to go out with me. In any other business, it would be hugely unprofessional for an executive to date a client. Why would a personal trainer be any different?
On the other hand, Jake was extremely different. So was his business. He motivated me to obtain a hot body through sex. That was genius, but it left clear wiggle room for him to do whatever he wanted. We were banging, for Christ’s sake. I was basically paying him to drive me into enough of a physical and sexual frenzy to crave his sex.
I would have been lying if I had said I didn’t crave him right then and there, my anger and hurt be damned.
Part of me wanted to call my friend, Rachel, and get her opinion on the whole situation. I knew that she would only say she told me so. Which would be fair. She did tell me so. Of course I couldn’t keep Jake. But I couldn’t deny my attraction to him. I found it hard to believe that he would have sex with all of his clients, but I knew I wasn’t the first.
How could I fault him for something that was so amazing? He knew exactly which buttons to push, how to get me to reach new heights in my fitness while finding new depths to my sexuality. I had never had a boyfriend who could come close to either.
I slipped my hand beneath the covers of the bed, gently pinching my clit. With one finger, I pushed back the hood. Another finger gingerly rubbed the exposed nub. I closed my eyes and sighed. Jake was so perfect. So perfect. I thought of the hot, sweaty sex we had, our wet bodies sticking to the mats. His expert touch, the way he read my cunt like a roadmap, always knowing where to go. After mere moments of pressing on my clit, a powerful orgasm rocketed through my body. How could just the thought of a man give me such pleasure?
Jake was someone special. All I could do was simply show up for our next session and see what happened.
***
I was almost late that day, dawdling in the car until the last moment. Jake probably would have been extremely torn up if I had just not shown up. I toyed with that possibility, gripping the steering wheel until I forced myself to get out of the car.
Holding my head high, I shoved open the outer door to the studio. Relief flooded over Jake’s features.
“Kim,” he acknowledged warmly.
I said nothing as I stalked into the inner workout room.
I tore off my clothes and threw them in a pile in one of the corners of the room. Jake stood silent behind me, his arms crossed. We made an interesting couple in the room’s mirrors — one visibly scorned naked woman and a fully clothed, very nervous man.
“I am terminating our contract,” Jake said suddenly, making me whirl around in surprise.
“What!” I hissed. “How could you?”
“I think it’s obvious that we can’t keep going like this.”
For the first time, I felt truly naked in front of him. The whole charade came crashing down and I was just a nude woman in a workout room. God, what was I doing? I practically ran over to my clothes, putting my shirt on inside out in my rush.
“Kim, stop.”
“How could you?” I repeated. “I thought we had something.” I got tangled up in my pants and nearly fell. How could this get any worse? I was mortified to realize I was seconds away from crying.
“We do have something.”
That made me pause. I cleared my throat and rubbed a fist over my eyes. “Then why are you ending it?” I asked.
“I wasn’t lying in our last session,” Jake said. “I don’t see clients outside of the studio.” He stopped, as if searching for the right words. “But with each session, I realized I wanted to see you. A lot. All the time. And I couldn’t do that if you were still a client.”
The knowledge of an attraction returned smacked me square in the face. “So you want to keep seeing me?”
“But not in the capacity of your personal trainer,” Jake said.
Relief flooded over me. Jake walked over and put his arms around me. “What do you say we have one last workout, just for old time’s sake?” Jake asked.
I smiled wickedly. “Only if I pick the exercise,” I answered. “Get naked.” As Jake slipped out of his clothes, I retrieved four jump ropes hanging on the wall. I dragged a soft mat between two exercise machines, eyeing the space and deciding it was perfectly spaced for what I had in mind: sweet torture as a payback for everything he’d put me through.
“Lie down on the mat,” I instructed. Jake obliged. I secured his arms and legs to the adjacent machines so he was sprawled spread eagle on his back. He looked gorgeous, his muscles made helpless by the restraints. I was going to eat him alive.
I undressed again, slowly, deliberately, smiling as Jake’s cock rose to the occasion. “What’s the exercise?” he asked, trying not to grin and failing. God, he was sexy. That smile could melt glaciers.
“The exercise is that you can’t come until I tell you to,” I said, then knelt between his legs and swallowed him whole. His cock tasted glorious, spicy and a little salty. Jake groaned and tested his strength against the ju
mp ropes. My knots held strong. I licked his balls, taking each delicate orb in my mouth before licking his shaft from base to tip. Pre-cum glistened on the tip of his cock.
“Naughty thing,” I admonished. I pinched his nipples, my pussy dampening at his moaning. He tossed his head, his arms pulling at the jump ropes. I hoped he wouldn’t be able to break them. This was too fun. I ran my hands down his ribs, then traced each muscle on his abdomen. What a man. Every inch of him was perfect.
I didn’t know how Jake was feeling, but I could make a pretty accurate guess by the way he moved his hips off the ground, his cock straining with need. I couldn’t wait any longer, myself, and impaled myself on his shaft. We whimpered at the same time. It was glorious to know he felt the same way about me as I did about him. I raised and lowered myself on his dick, adjusting myself for maximum pleasure.
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