by Alina Sawyer
"You are crazy. What can you really see in me?" Hale could be effortlessly self-effacing, but also really approaching the danger zone of low self esteem.
Jen was feeling as though she had made a critical mistake. She signed and began to explain in a defeated voice: "You are one of the few men I've ever met that seems to respect me for more than my face and tits. It seems weird. I married the wrong man, that is my fault and I have no right to project his on you. I need you more than you need me and I just hoped you might find me attractive enough to take a chance. I don't know maybe I hoped this would give you enough incentive to take you to the level you need to get to in your life. Are you satisfied? If not I can help. The reward is for both of us."
Jen was overwhelmingly honest. She had never really expected him to say yes, but was at a desperate point. She now feared she may have lost this chance and everything with it. Her job, her marriage, her friend Hale.
She watched as Hale wrestled with the concept. He was covered in sweat from the workout she had put him through. She had honestly hoped he would not have done this well on the first day, so she could use it as more incentive. He had the inner strength to do this by himself, but he just didn't realize it yet. Finally he slumped his shoulders and looked at her again. "What was the offer again? I just need to hear it again."
Hope returned briefly, maybe she had him. "You work with me for one year. As an incentive to losing weight and staying on track, I'll give you a blow job for every ten pounds you lose. Every time you lose ten, I suck you off. If you lose one hundred pounds, I'll let you choose what we do until we decide not to do it anymore."
He seemed to be wavering. "Look, Hale, I've really only got one incentive here. I don't want a relationship that goes too deep. Call it what you want, friends with benefits, whatever. Even though he is an ass, I'm not leaving my husband and kids. I live a great life and this can spice it up for me and I want you to succeed. Yes or no, you decide, but do it because it is what you want to do. Let me know when you decide."
When Jen turned on her heel and went back into the gym, Hale looked like a lost puppy. A big, lost, helpless puppy. He followed her into the gym, but only watched her from a distance and then escaped from her view and into the men's locker room. Emerging several minutes later and freshly showered he beckoned her over to the shake bar and looked as if he had made a decision. For several moments Jen believed that his answer was going to be no, that his marriage vows had won out and that he would reject her advances.
"Any luck Champ?" she quizzed. Jen was aware of the presence of others and wanted them to think this was just another conversation between a trainer and her client.
"I think so," he began slowly. "Hey, any chance we could discuss it in the back room? My back needs adjusting and you cracked it before." This was code for Hale wanted to talk to her in private.
"Sure." She nodded to the blank eyes of the girl making health shakes. "Alyssia, I'll in the back for a few, if my next appointment comes early, tell her I'll be right out." With that she led Hale in back, ready to hear his rejection. Rather than being offended, she actually found herself more endeared and started to say so when Hale stopped her.
He entered the treatment room and hopped up on the table and lay on his stomach as he began to speak. "Look Jen, I really can't tell you how much I appreciate the sentiment and the offer, and I acknowledge that I really need help. Sorry if I flaked out, but I just needed a minute. My answer is yes."
"Oh!" Jen was happy and confused at the same time. "Oh, well, wow! That is great." With this she moved in and hugged the object of her offer.
"You're the hot girl offering sex for physical progress and you're hugging me? This is one hell of a strange offer and I almost did say no, until I thought of what you said."
"What part?" she asked as she began working his shoulders and back to attempt some amateur chiropractic pressure.
"The part about your tits." Hale smiled. "I do respect you as a person. You are smart and sexy and what you said struck a chord."
"In what way?"
"Well, I couldn't get a certain image out of my head...so to speak of your face and tits. They are phenomenal by the way! But that image is crowding out my better thinking and this might just work and I really need it. In the long run, if I am happier and healthier...."
"....then this might really work for both of us." She finished his sentence with a nod and a laugh at his appreciative comment.
"One question Jen." Hale asked. "Um...what type of payment will this be......"
Unfazed and amused, Jen cut off his question. "Hale, I can't take money for this. The gym won't know how I'm billing you for the training. As for the other angle, well, let's just say I'm deriving a mutual benefit." She didn't know if that satisfied him as he looked ready with another question.
"Okay, um one more thing and I'm a bit embarrassed to ask, but...."
"Just ask Hale."
"How would you feel about an advance, er, treatment?"
It was more the way he asked then that fact that he asked, but it tickled Jen. She turned him over and noticed a pronounced bulge in his pants. A bit shocked and finding the humor of the moment she laughed and stepped slightly into the hallway before stepping back in and closing the door.
"We aren't going to have much time, but that might not be a problem today right?"
She quickly unbuckled his pants and pulled them down with his boxers to just above his knees. His quickly rising cock sprung out. Hale was a bit larger than average size in every way she thought to herself.
"I went into the locker room as confused as ever, but couldn't avoid thinking about this." Hale whispered as his breathing began to quicken in excitement.
Jen approached his face and removed her top revealing an eye opening pair of breasts. She kissed him quickly on the lips and grabbed his cock with her right hand.
"Hale, rest assured that I do want this too. Put away any reservations about being heavy." She moved her hand up and down on his hardness.
"I am going to suck your cock." Jen lowered her lips to his cock head and licked him, enjoying his taste and his sharp intake of air.
"I am going to suck you until you cum." She raised his shaft and plunged her mouth over him.
"I am going to swallow your cum." She repeated her actions with a slow motion, flicking her tongue on the tender under side of his cock head, tasting the pre cum.
"Then I am going to kick your ass in the gym for the next year!" She slid up and down his shaft twenty times over the next minute.
"And I am going to let you fuck me wild after you reach your goal."
She licked his balls and went to a fast tongue bath on his cock head again.
This last bit was too much and Hale's whole body stiffened.
Realizing she had pushed him over the edge, Jen moved him fully back into her mouth just as he came. The first pulse hit her square in the nose as she reached him and she received four more jets of cum in her mouth. She swallowed as promised and wiped the rest of his juices off with her fingers and licked them clean.
Wide eyed, breathing heavy and thoroughly happy with his decision, Hale could not resist her when she kissed him again, tasting his cum in her mouth and staying hard as she swirled his taste around their mouths with her tongue.
Jen offered a small giggle at his expression and grabbed her shirt and redressed as he did the same. Quickly assembled, the opened the door and exited the room. Jen returned to her outwardly professional demeanor as the rounded the corridor to the front and in a voice louder than needed announced: "Alright Hale, see you tomorrow! Get ready for an ass kicking, because tomorrow we are going to work on some strength and endurance!"
So began the deal.
The End.
Unexpected Delivery
I stepped out of the shower, grabbed a soft fluffy towel and dried myself off.
I had just completed all the womanly tasks that a woman needs to do when she's about to go out with her boyfriend, the us
ual shaving of legs, underarms and pussy.
Shane was coming to take me out to lunch, it was our third date, and I had decided today was the day I was going to fuck him.
It had been over twelve months since Rob, my husband, had run off with the twenty something tart, you know the type, long hair, long legs, big tits and no brains (although I have to say this one actually did have a brain, she was his accountant!)
Anyway it's not that I lacked for sex, there was plenty of that. I'd had quite a few one night stands but nothing serious enough to make me want to pursue a relationship.
Maybe I was still smarting from Rob's leaving.
After all I'm not exactly ugly. At 45 I still have a pretty face, shoulder lengths brown hair, a good body, 36D boobs, slim waist, nice shaped bum which hasn't sagged (I think it's my best feature) long legs and a very tight pussy (all of my three kids had been by caesarian section, not through choice just the way nature played it).
Excuse me, I'm wandering off the track.
Shane was different, somebody I could see myself spending a lot of time with. He was my age, good looking, he kept himself fit, was self employed and divorced. His wife had left him for a younger man, so I guess we both had something in common. He was very attentive, a gentleman and whilst we talked about sex he never once pressured me for it.
So today I was going to reward him and fuck his brains out before we went to lunch!
If I was honest I would say the real reason was that I was as horny as hell!
Rob and I had had a great marriage, at least I thought we did, we were very active swingers and had a large group of swinging friends. I believed that was one of the things that helped keep our marriage on an even keel. If we wanted to spice things up, for a bit of variety, we could just go and fuck some of our friends. Quite often we'd have group sex where I would be lucky enough to be the centre of attention of three or four guys. For a girl, as perpetually horny as I am, it was very satisfying knowing your husband enjoyed these activities as much as you did.
Rob used to love seeing me enjoy myself sexually, so much so, that occasionally he would bring home a couple of his mates and I'd fuck all three of them all night.
Anyway I'm digressing again, you're getting the idea, I love sex!
I finished getting ready for Shane, hair and make up done; I slipped into a totally transparent negligee (I may as well have been naked), no underwear and a pair of high heeled sandals.
I didn't want him to have any illusions about what I had in mind!
I looked in the mirror at the finished result. 'Not bad' I thought, 'horny looking, would probably pass for late thirties and very fuckable!
I definitely looked like a woman who wanted sex!
The doorbell rang and I ran downstairs to greet him.
Pausing, before I opened the door, I tried to regain my composure, which was difficult when you have a throbbing wet pussy.
I flung the door open.
I don't know who got the biggest shock, me, or the two, fit young men carrying several boxes.
They stood there staring!
I stood there dumbfounded!
Finally, one of them spoke.
"Mrs. Collins?" he asked.
"Ye....Yes," I stammered.
"We have a delivery for you maam," he said, still staring.
"I..I.. wasn't expecting...any...delivery?" I questioned, still stammering.
"This is 34 Roberts Street, isn't it? And you are Mrs. Collins right?" He was still staring, taking in every inch of my almost naked body.
I looked at his fellow delivery man, there was a large bulge in the front of his pants.
I felt myself getting wetter!
"What is it....in... in...the box I mean?" I asked. 'God, I wish I could stop stammering'.
"It's a Hi Fi system maam, and the gentleman who ordered it this morning asked us to set it up for you."
He was trying to look at my face as he spoke, but he wasn't succeeding. I could see the lust in his eyes.
That was making me even wetter!
"You'd...um...better...um...bring it in then," I answered and stood aside as they carried the box in.
I shut the door.
"I'll...um...just go up and...um....get changed," I said. (Damn that bloody stammer)
"Don't change on our account maam," the one with the obvious bulge in his pants spoke for the first time, "we're enjoying the view, aren't we Mick?"
"Sure are," Mick answered his face reddening.
What the hell I thought, they've seen all of me there is to see now.
"OK, would you guys like a coffee...um...or something....um...while you're setting that thing up?" I think I might have emphasized the 'or something'.
Emboldened, possibly by my lack of action to cover up, the one with the bulge walked right up to within inches of me and put his hand on my breast.
I didn't move, nor push him away, just stood there, breathing heavily, body trembling.
"I'd like the 'or something' Mrs. Collins," he said softly.
Seeing I hadn't moved, or pushed him away, he took that as an invitation to go further, and he did. Still gently squeezing my breast, he used his other hand and grabbed a handful of my negligee lifting it up to my waist, exposing my shaved pussy.
"That's a very nice looking shaved pussy Mrs. Collins," he said, still speaking softly, "but you'd look even better without any of that flimsy fabric covering that beautiful body."
I nodded dumbly, and as I pulled the negligee over my head and dropped it to the floor I shifted my stance slightly.
I stood there completely naked except for my high heels, legs slightly apart, waiting for their next move.
I didn't have to wait long. Bulge (I'd now nicknamed him) dropped his hand to my mound, his fingers probing between my open thighs, two fingers finding my wet slit and slipping inside me
"My god Mrs. Collins, you're dribbling. Hey Mick come and feel this."
I looked over at Mick, he'd seen what was happening and had wasted no time. He was standing there, just in his T shirt, shorts on the floor and a very impressive, long thick cock pointing out in front of him.
He walked over to me eyes glued to my body; my eyes were glued to his manhood.
Bulge took his hand away from my pussy and Mick thrust three fingers into my now sopping wet cunt.
I almost orgasmed on the spot, a low growl escaping from my throat.
"Fuck she's hot! She loves it," Bulge exclaimed as he sidled around behind me.
He reached around me, his bulge pressing into the crevice between my buttocks, and grabbed a breast in each hand, fingers rolling squeezing my nipples.
"Fuck, these are great tits," he said admiringly, "here Mick suck one."
He held my right breast up to Mick, my bullet like nipple extended.
Mick bent down, his fingers now working in and out of my cunt, and began to suckle my breast.
That was enough for me and I orgasmed, my juices flooding Mick's fingers, as I cried out with the pleasure of my release.
"Fuck, she's just cum," Mick exclaimed, astonished.
I regained a modem of composure.
"Boys, I know what you both want, I think I want it too. But not here in the living room, someone might see us. Besides, I need to lie down, I can't do this standing up. You can have whatever you want from me, but not standing up."
Mick scooped me up in his arms.
"Where's the bedroom Mrs. Collins?"
"It's upstairs, first on the right, and my name's Catherine."
"All right Catherine, let's get you onto a bed and fuck you!"
As he effortlessly carried me upstairs I could feel his rampant, young manhood pressing into my flesh.
I wanted this cock!
Laying me down gently on the bed, Mick wasted no time spreading my legs, kneeling down between them and entering me with his long, thick cock.
He was big and it hurt!
I cried out as he penetrated me.
"Go slow
ly! Go slowly! Please, let me adjust to your size, please," I pleaded.
He stopped pushing, his cock only half way in.
"Christ you're tight Catherine, you sure you're not a virgin?"
I smiled at him, relaxing my pussy muscles as the walls of my cunt enveloped his cock.
He looked down at me enquiringly.
I nodded, "But slowly please."
He eased forward, I was really being filled. It had been a long time since I'd taken a cock this big. My muscles relaxed and he found the depths of my cunt, his cockhead hitting against my cervix.
I wasn't sure if he was all in or not, I didn't care, it felt wonderful.
He began to thrust in and out of me, slowly at first, then his pace quickened. I matched his thrusting with my own, my hips lifting off the bed to meet his every thrust.
Feeling as horny as I was it wasn't long before I felt another orgasm coming, this was going to be a ripper!
I felt that familiar warm feeling radiating out from my pleasure centre, sending shockwaves to my every nerve end, as I screamed out in my delirious orgasm.
"Fuck, I'm cumming! I'm Cumming! Oh God! Oh God! I'm cumming!" and on my screams went, until my orgasm finally subsided.
Then I realised, Mick hadn't cum, he was still pumping in and out of me.
I sensed someone at the side of the bed.
It was Bulge!
He was naked, his cock was sticking out in front of him, he was nowhere as big as Mick, but it was still a nice looking, circumcised cock and he was dribbling pre-cum.
He pulled my head to the side of the bed, his cock pointing at my face. Taking his shaft in my hand I licked at the pre-cum, it tasted sweet. I opened my mouth and accepted him readily, taking him straight down my throat.
Bulge held my head steady as he fucked my mouth and throat. I didn't care I was in fuck heaven, this is just the sort of attention my body craves, and I love!
Bulge didn't have Mick's stamina, or maybe I'm just a really good cocksucker, and a few minutes I felt his cock begin to thicken in my throat.
He jettisoned cum, as it hit the back of my throat, I swallowed greedily, trying not to spill a drop. It must have been a while since he'd blown his load, as fast as I swallowed I couldn't get it all and some escaped trickling out the corner of my mouth.