True story: I sent the following story vignette as a text to a female play partner who loves erotica (we have a great rapport, routinely sending texts, naughty or funny memes, pics and flirtatious exchanges during the week). Feeling brave and happy with the morning lighting, it accompanied a brief video of me pleasuring myself in bed.
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Hey gorgeous… good morning!
I hope I’m not being too forward in sending something like this your way (but to be fair you did say I could send you WHATEVER spicy thing I wanted and to “not hold back”).
This was the story in my head as I filmed this:
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You’re the last person at a small 24-hour gym doing a very late night workout with me as your personal trainer doing a guided workout with you. We’re dripping sweat, exhausted but we’re also horny as fuck as we’ve been eyeing each other this whole time (and truth be told since you started paying for sessions three weeks ago). I tell my co-worker and last attendant I’ll close up for him and he leaves eagerly while locking the front doors behind him.
We immediately start tearing into each other as soon as he’s gone. Clothes ripped off… I force you onto your back on the gym mats, split your legs open and start feeding on you, the musk and heat making me rabid. In no short order, I’m hard as rock … you’re gasping and grunting but also uttering half-hearted protestations that you’re married and you have kids.. and this isn’t like you..
I tell you I don’t give a fuck and this is what you deserve for teasing and flirting with me for the last few training sessions we’ve had together; intentionally wearing inappropriately low cut tops to contain your heaving breasts and such tight form fitting yoga pants over your thick strong thighs that only Satan himself could have tailored them for a succubus like you.
I get up on my haunches, my face is slick with your juices… despite your weak protestations.. you spread your legs even wider… I go down hard and deep with my shaft into your sopping wet pussy causing you to yelp with its suddenness and force.
I’m so hungry for you I’m not giving any thought to your comfort. I want you, I want to claim you, destroy you, make you beg, lose yourself, your sense of time, where you are and just have you singularly focus on our sweat covered bodies slapping against each other.
You wrap your legs even tighter around me… finally admitting you want it… harder, deeper, faster. Our mouths duel, tongues trying to claim ownership over the other. I can feel our sessions paying off as your frenzied grip on my torso hovers on being a crushing, pleasurable pain if a sensation could be described as such.
We’re sending each other over the edge; our bodies bucking violently against the other. With no one in the gym at this witching hour, my animal grunts and your wanton moans echo against the walls.
It’s too much.
My rock hard member hits your g-spot repeatedly, mercilessly and you explode in fluids all over me… drenching our loins, stomach, legs. This is enough to end it for me. I pin your hands down hard and with several savage thrusts I empty myself, coating the insides of your walls with all my pent up energy and frustration.
For a few brief moments, we don’t know where we are; wallowing in our own fluids: a hot sticky, sweaty, salty mess on the gym floor, cum dripping from your thoroughly punished slit.
You coyly add after we recover slightly, “Someone’s going to get a larger than expected gratuity for an excellent first month of training service.”
I laugh and nod appreciatively.
“I expect a few more sessions like this before our contract expires.”
“Yes ma’am.” I acknowledge with a devious grin.
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After taking a hot shower, and cleaning the workout area to leave no trace of our deeds, I escort you to your car, give you a peck on the cheek and wish you safe travels back to your loving husband and kids (while reminding you of our next late night training session three days from now).
Seeing you drive off… I finally head back inside and turn into the gym office and look through the digital files of the security camera. I make sure to delete all copies of the past hour’s footage — save one singular backup I copy over to my USB stick.
I message my wife that I’m finally heading home. She wishes me a safe drive and that a warm meal and red wine are waiting for me in our kitchen… I thank her for her kindness and tell her how much I love her.
The saucy minx this follows this text with “This is how much I love you…” and a snap shot of her on all fours, juicy ass in the air, fingers spreading her glistening pink lips with an open bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon suggestively positioned between her thick thighs on our granite kitchen island.
I start to salivate at the picture of my meal, my energies already starting to return to me at the very thought of my slut wife naked and eager at home.
I see the ellipses pop up again on messenger as she types.
She texts: “So… do you have the footage?”
Me: “Yes.”
“Good… because I want that footage playing on repeat in front of me while my holes get their own personal one-on-one session tonight.”
“I aim to please.”
And with that I happily head home after another satisfying day at work.
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Update: Her text response back after seeing the story, pics and video:
“That was sooooo fucking hot 🥵. God dam! I wish you were at my gym!!! That was sooooooo hot!”
We travel this summer to spend a long weekend with them in Quebec… maybe I will break out my old personal training outfit, clipboard, pen and even name tag from storage … and put her through her paces in a free private session 😉.
Yet another tale waiting to be written….
