by Anya Aurelie
And one of his clients in particular was notorious among the staff members at the gym. Her name was Annette Hollingson, and she was a royal pain in the ass. No matter what Ruben did, it was never good enough. No matter how hard he tried to please her, how much time he spent developing exercise routines specifically for her, she did nothing but complain to the management about him — and about everything else at the gym. The towels weren’t soft enough, the floor wasn’t clean enough, the equipment wasn’t new enough. Yet she continued to schedule training sessions with Ruben, and continued to come to the gym almost daily. She’d been a member for as long as Marcus had been there, and had had a different trainer before Ruben. She’d done the same to him, bitching about everything but continuing to come work out anyway.
Everyone on staff knew Annette. Everyone hated her.
“You win, I’ll take Annette Hollingson as a client,” Andre said. “I win, and she’s yours.”
Marcus groaned. Annette was a nightmare. He would’ve done anything to avoid having to work with her on a regular basis.
Anything.
“You’re on,” Marcus said, shaking Andre’s hand.
“Bonus points if you get them pregnant,” Andre added. Marcus’s cock stirred at the very thought.
***
And so it began. Marcus found himself making mental notes during personal training sessions, found himself looking around him at the housewives on the elliptical machines, trying to figure out who would be receptive to him. There seemed to be a sexual energy bubbling just below the surface with many of these women — they were often snobby to the staff as though they didn’t want anyone to know they secretly felt uncomfortable in their roles, but you could see it in the way they moved their bodies, the way their eyes sometimes lingered on Marcus’s body. You could tell that deep down, something inside them was screaming out to get fucked hard and used roughly.
Marcus found himself making mental lists. That woman, she was a maybe. That one over there, definitely not. But this one here? This one looked like she would love some big, black cock. He began viewing all his clients as potential conquests. His fantasies got much more specific as his desire for the women leapt out of the realm of pretend and into possibility.
Starting with Colleen.
Colleen came in for her next session a couple of days later, and Marcus turned on the charm.
“How are you doing today, Colleen?” he asked with a big smile and a wink.
She smiled back, turning her face to look at him sideways, slyly, flirtatiously. “Better now,” she said teasingly. “I’ve been having some trouble with some of the exercises you showed me last week, though. I think I’m going to need you to show me again.”
“No problem, Colleen,” he said. “No problem.”
Marcus found himself putting his hands on Colleen even more than normal that session. He guided her into position, and he didn’t look away when she caught him staring at her tits. He was suggestive and he didn’t care.
“You’re really working hard,” he told her. “It shows. You’re whipping that little body into shape.” His heart beat faster when he said it. Would she be offended? He was normally so careful about what he said to clients. Today, though, he took risks.
And Colleen was responding to it all. She giggled, she looked down flirtatiously, and she did a little dance when he said her body was looking good, sticking out her hip and waving her ass around in celebration of the comment.
He took it all in. It was amazing: she was actually responding to his advances. He’d always been very aware of where he thought the line was in his client relations. Now he was crossing that line, and she was right there with him, crossing with him.
At the end of their session, Colleen batted at him playfully and complained about how sore she would be the next day.
“The day after my sessions with you, I can hardly walk,” she told him. “I can hardly move.”
“Sounds like you need to be taking more time with your stretches,” Marcus said.
“I just don’t know exactly what to do,” Colleen said, looking up at him with her big, innocent blue eyes.
Marcus’s eyes took her in. Could he really do this? It was now or never.
“Well, I’m booked with training sessions until the gym closes at nine,” he said carefully, “but if you wanted to stay late, I’d be happy to show you a few really good stretches, free of charge.”
Colleen’s face lit up. “Really?” She asked with a broad smile. “Oh Marcus, that’s so nice of you.”
“No problem. See you back here at nine?” Marcus confirmed. He could hardly believe this was so easy.
“I just have to make sure it’s okay with my husband first,” Colleen said, tossing her glossy hair behind her shoulder. “Sometimes he gets a little jealous.”
Marcus flinched. Perhaps he’d been misreading her this the whole time. But he only said, “Of course. Confirm with your husband. Just let me know.” And he gave her his cell phone number and told her to text him one way or the other.
Marcus went through his remaining training sessions for the day apprehensively, checking his phone at every opportunity. He wanted Colleen so badly, that creamy soft skin, milky and pale. Those huge breasts, yearning to be grabbed again, to be kneaded, to be slapped with a cock. That round ass, those sculpted legs. Everything about her was so appealing.
And then, finally, around 8 o’clock his phone buzzed. It was Colleen. “See you soon!” she wrote. He smiled to himself. He would see her soon. Hopefully all of her.
When Colleen arrived at 9, she had changed clothes. She wore tight-fitting black yoga pants and a pink tank top that pushed her breasts together and practically popped out the top. The gym was clearing out, the employees pushing the last of the stragglers out the door.
Marcus led Colleen to the mats, and showed her a few stretches that allowed him to gaze at her body while she contorted herself into different positions. She sure was flexible.
“Hey, we’re leaving. Are you locking up?” one of the women who worked at the front desk asked Marcus, glancing quizzically at Colleen.
“Yeah, I’ll lock up,” Marcus told her, then gave her a small eyeroll in the direction of Colleen’s back. He hoped the expression conveyed that these housewives were ridiculously demanding, that he was going above and beyond for his job — not going out of bounds or doing anything inappropriate.
His coworker nodded, rolled her eyes in return, and headed out. The door slammed shut behind her, and the gym sounded profoundly silent all of a sudden.
Marcus looked at Colleen. She was standing up and bending down to touch her toes. From this angle, behind her, he could see that she had a tiny hole starting to form in the crotch of her yoga pants. He wanted nothing more than to rip it open and reveal the pants’ beautiful contents.
“So what else should I be doing?” Colleen asked him. “We focused on abs a lot today — how do I stretch those?”
“Lay flat on your back and I’ll show you,” Marcus said.
Colleen lay down, and Marcus took in her sexy, curvy body one more time before kneeling over her, one knee on each side of her torso. Then he pinned her down on one side and showed her how to stretch her delicate body in the opposite direction. His bare knee felt electric against her soft shirt, and he was acutely aware of being only inches from her breasts. He remembered how they had felt in his hands during their last training session, and longed to re-create that feeling.
His cock began to stir. He willed it to deflate.
“So I guess your husband was okay with you coming by so late?” Marcus asked.
“I didn’t tell him,” she admitted, glancing up at him as he towered above her.
“No?”
“He said he was staying late at the office, that he’d probably be there until at least 11,” she said, looking straight into Marcus’s eyes. “So I didn’t even bother letting him know I wouldn’t be at home.”
Marcus didn’t say anything.
“Besides, he’s fucking his secretary,” Colleen added.
Marcus’s eyebrows shot up. “He is?”
“Yeah,” she said. “That’s why he always stays late. I doubt he has that much work to do…”
“Sorry to hear it…” Marcus began.
Colleen cut him off. “I’d love to find a way to get back at him,” she said, and again she was staring straight at Marcus as she spoke.
Marcus’s throat went dry. His cock was continuing to swell in his pants. He felt his breathing get shallow as he took in Colleen’s words.
She wiggled beneath him. Her body felt firm and healthy. He wanted to rip her clothes off. He wanted to start with that little hole in her yoga pants between her legs.
Instead, he decided he wanted to look at her some more first. He got off of her, knelt by her feet, and said, “Let’s stretch your quads and lower back.” He instructed Colleen to pull her legs up toward her body, to pull herself into a little ball on her back and rock back and forth. From that position, he had a perfect view of her ass, and could even make out her pussy lips through the tight fabric. That hole was taunting him, daring him to rip it open. Beneath it, he could see red panties.
“How are you going to get back at your husband?” he asked, not taking his eyes off her cunt and ass.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said breezily. “I guess I’ll just see what comes up.”
Marcus’s cock was definitely coming up, fully inflated now. He no longer bothered to hide it, either, and though Colleen’s head was on the opposite site of her body from him, he could see her looking him up and down. She’d definitely noticed.
Marcus could contain himself no longer. Her signals were clear, his cock was throbbing painfully in his pants, and this sexy woman was on her back practically begging for it.
He reached out and slapped her ass. The sound rang out throughout the large, empty room. Colleen gasped, then smiled. He did it again.
“Marcus!” she said, as though shocked.
“You like that?” he asked. “Does your husband do that to you?”
“No, he doesn’t,” she said with a naughty grin. “Do it again.”
He slapped her ass again, and she kept her legs up, knees almost to her chin. That delicious outline in her pants was taunting him, and he reached out and poked one finger through the hole, stretching it larger around his finger. He felt her silky red panties beneath, humid heat coming off her pussy through the thin fabric.
“Mmm,” she moaned, and she wiggled against his finger.
But he decided to tease her instead, pulling his finger out of the hole and letting the fabric pop back against her skin. She moaned again and let her legs back down so that her feet were resting on the ground, knees pointing at the ceiling. Marcus climbed up her body until he was face to face with her.
“Have you ever cheated on your husband before?” he whispered in her ear.
“No,” she whispered back. He smiled. Then he leaned down and kissed her soft, pink lips, thinking about her clueless husband at work, sleeping with his secretary — how boring and cliche. Meanwhile, he had no idea where his wife was, much less what she was doing. And who she was about to do.
Marcus reached down then and grabbed one firm breast in his large hand, squeezing it in his fingers. He couldn’t believe how easy this had been. Hell, he thought, I should’ve started sleeping with clients years ago. He wondered if Andre had had his first client fuck yet.
Marcus looked around him. The gym that he knew so well was totally empty, and he and Colleen were right in the center of it, on the floor, on the mats that he used every day. He moved his hand down Colleen’s torso and found the end of her shirt. Then he pushed his fingers underneath it and shoved his hand between the tight, stretchy fabric and her hot skin.
“You have been working out,” he said admirably, feeling the muscles in her abs under his fingers.
“Of course I have been,” she said. “With lots of help from you.”
“Let me see what we’ve done,” he whispered, pulling her shirt up over her belly. She didn’t object. He revealed inch after inch of her pearly white skin, and then he pushed the pink shirt further, up over her bra. The curves were luscious, the red of the bra matching her brightly colored panties. It was hardly appropriate workout attire, but Marcus didn’t mind a bit.
He grabbed both of her breasts now through the bra, squeezing them together to form mountains and valleys of cleavage. While she stroked up and down his the side of his body, getting her fingers under his shirt as well and feeling his own muscles, he lowered his head to her chest and begin licking the exposed skin of her breasts above the bra.
He felt his cock firm even more and push against his pants, wanting to be free. He pushed it into Colleen’s leg, wanting her to feel it. She made a throaty noise and moved her hand down to it. When her fingers touched the sensitive skin through his pants, he gasped. He could feel himself leaking pre-cum, so eager to spread open these tight pussy lips and venture inside.
She ran her fingers up and down the length of his cock exploratorily, feeling how big he was, and by the look in her eyes he could tell she liked what she felt. It was true: he was big, much bigger than most. He’d never had a complaint from women, aside from perhaps having a hard time getting it in. He wondered if he’d have a hard time fitting into Colleen’s cunt.
She continued to stroke up and down the length of him through the fabric, rubbing her fingernails on his shaft and feeling the contours of the head of his cock.
Marcus decided then that he was not content with feeling her through the bra, and he lifted her up gently in his strong arms and unclasped the bra behind her, slipping the straps over her shoulders until her breasts were naked in front of him. They were perfect and beautiful, with tiny pink nipples, and when he grabbed them in his huge, dark hands, they fit perfectly within his palms. The contrasting colors of their skin turned him on even more, and he watched himself squeeze her beautiful tits.
“Oh god, you’re making me so wet,” Colleen moaned.
“Oh yeah?” Marcus said. “Let me see for myself.” He moved his hand down between her legs and rubbed her clit through her yoga pants. He began rubbing at the hole in her pants, pushing his finger back through it again to feel her panties.
Then, all at once, he jumped off of her and turned her over onto her stomach, picking her up and laying her back on the mat with ease. She made a surprised sound, but didn’t seem to mind, allowed him to move her body into position just like she did during their workouts.
“Shove that ass up into the air,” he demanded, and Colleen did as she was told, getting on her elbows and knees and lifting her tight, perfectly rounded ass to him. He kneeled behind her, staring at the spot where her legs came together and imagining himself inside, so close he could almost taste it — so close he could almost smell the delicate scent of her pussy.
All at once, Marcus inserted his two middle fingers into the hole in her yoga pants and ripped the hole several inches wider open. The fabric tore with a satisfyingly loud sound, ringing out like ripping Velcro throughout the room. Colleen cried out, but again she didn’t object.
Marcus could see the wetness soaking through her red panties, could see the exact outline of her pussy through the thin fabric, and he reached out now and slapped the wet spot on her underwear with his hand a few times.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Colleen yelled out with each slap as her body was thrust forward.
“You stay just like that,” he told her, then stood up and began peeling off his clothes while examining her body. She was kneeling on the floor on her knees still, head almost to the ground, and her tits were hanging down from her chest in perfect rounded cups. Her bra and shirt were discarded next to the mat.