Backstory: Currently in University. Paying my way through by working as an unofficial personal trainer at the gym on campus. I make most of my money by referrals and returning clientele.
Story:
Last Monday, the first day of training, I was working with my buddy’s girlfriend. She seemed to be really impressed with the session as a whole (I usually like to work with the client in advance to help understand their goals. I can tailor a workout off of this fairly easily and it seems to leave the right impression). After we finished, she told me that she had some friends who might be interested in booking a session. I am more than happy to take on new customers so I gave her my phone number and just told her to pass it out to anyone who might be interested.
Fast forward to the next morning. 18 text messages, 6 missed phone calls. A total of twenty new bookings pending. Who the fuck books a PT session at 2:00 am anyways? The answer: drunk sorority girls. I already had bookings up until the weekend, so I booked everyone in based on when they texted me or left a voicemail. I called the first girl, Jaime, and asked her when she wanted to meet on Saturday. She said that 10:00 pm worked best for her. I don’t take any issue with late bookings; as a matter of fact, I prefer them. I asked her a couple of questions about what she wanted to focus on. I got the usual responses: legs, butt, and stomach. I made a workout plan that I thought hit all these categories well for her size and experience (5’3 and none).
Fast forward one more time to Saturday, two days ago now. I ate some dinner, got ready and left for the gym around 9:30. As I was walking to the gym, I got a text from her with an address. I was confused. Then she sent another saying, “Just walk in”. I called her and asked her what she meant. It turns out that she was off-campus at her parents’ house for the weekend. They have a home gym. I thought it was a given that I only did sessions at the gym on campus. I told her that I couldn’t do that. She seemed pretty disappointed but understanding. I told her that she could bus over or I could rebook for a night that worked better for her (this meaning I’d have to double up on sessions for a day).
“What if I pay double?” She said after a moment of silence.
I was shocked. I took a second, and not really thinking twice said, “Sure! I can be over in 15 minutes.”
I had a bus pass and I already charged $25 an hour, so the decision was pretty easy in my opinion.
I made my way to the bus stop, found my route and got on. I found it really weird that she was so eager to train tonight and so adamant that it had to be her place. When I got off at the stop I had to walk up a few blocks to get to her place. And yes, it was the exact kind of house you’d expect a sorority girl to have. The cliché gardens and fountain. It was all very nice, but for the love of God, it makes this story sound faker than Pamela Anderson’s tits.
I knocked on the door and she opened up. She was wearing sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. This might seem normal to people who go to a gym outside of university, but on campus, the odds of finding a girl wearing anything save a sports bra and the tightest leggings they can squat in is pretty low. I marked up my suspicions as a misjudgment and she motioned me inside.
We went downstairs and onto a side hallway that was open at the opposite end with a fully equipped gym. There were pieces of equipment there I have never used in my life. I told her she could throw on whatever music she liked to listen to while working out and we could get to work. I finished the hour in what felt like no time flat. I actually ran fifteen minutes over before noticing. I finished up the set with her and she thanked me for the session. She told me she had to grab the money from her room upstairs and that I could wait in the living room while she grabbed it.
I was in no rush to get back, so I sat down and pulled out my phone while I was waiting. I looked up from my phone and stood up as I heard her coming down the stairs. She handed me three twenty-dollar bills. I tucked them in my wallet and made to pull out a ten for change before she stopped my hand. I told her that a tip was never expected, and considering that she had paid double, it was out of the question. I gave her the ten and thanked her for her time. I made my way to the door. I turned the knob and pulled open the door about half-way before she leaned back against it.
“Do you ever offer workouts… free of charge?” She said seductively.
“I really don’t like to mix up my work with anything like this.” I said, adamantly reaching for the doorknob again.
“Well—” She interjected, grabbing my wrist and running her hand up my arm. “I haven’t booked another session yet. So technically, I’m not a client.”
I pulled my hand back from the door and she flashed a smile. She stepped forward and took off her baggy shirt to reveal that she had been wearing nothing underneath it since I had gotten there. I moved my hands to her waist, but she pushed them down.
“No, now it’s your turn. Take off that shirt” She said.
I felt it was only fair, so I did as I was asked. She ran her hands across my chest and stomach before pressing her own against mine. I leaned in and kissed her. I quickly ran my hands down her back and hips before moving my thumb across her waistline. Grabbing onto either hip now, I pulled her pants to her thighs. Her knees closed to allow them to fall to the ground. I rubbed the palm of my hand across the front of her panties, my middle finger sliding under the fabric and drawing back and forth across the length of her pussy. She followed suit and grabbed the waistline of both my underwear and track pants from behind and pulled them down as she dropped to her knees. She grabbed the base with her thumb and forefinger and looking up at me, placed her lips just around the head. She made her way down a little at a time until she was able to take all of it in one motion—using her tongue to make my knees buckle at every turn. She came up for a breath, and before she could start again I grabbed her chin and made her stand up.
As she came off her knees, I noticed the cum dripping down her leg.
“Do you care about these?” I asked while motioning to her panties.
“Not really.” she said. Laughing slightly.
“Good.”
At this, I grabbed onto the thin waistband and tugged. The ripped fabric falling to the floor as I backed her up to the wall. I lifted her up, grabbing onto her ass. I thrusted inside of her to which arose a high-pitched moan. I took this as reinforcement and continued, picking up speed as I went. All she said was “Don’t Stop!”, and I can say that I certainly did not plan to. She was pressing her body down in a rhythm with my movements. After a few minutes, she started to orgasm. Her legs wrapped around my waist tightly. I started slow and deep penetrations which seemed to be exactly what she was looking for. Her cum ran down my cock which only made me harder.
I pulled out, guiding her over to the sheepskin rug in front of her fireplace. I turned her away from me. I bent her over and started to slowly thrust back inside of her. I was able to go deeper this way, but she didn’t seem to like that idea. I was increasing the pace now. She was looking back at me biting her lip as I ran my hands up and down her sides. I could feel her getting tenser and she was on the verge of another orgasm. She just kept telling me to not pull out. I was also really close at this point and I decided that it was the perfect opportunity. I came deep inside of her and I could feel her reciprocate almost immediately. She grabbed onto my hands and pressed the side of her head into the carpet. Her entire body tensed and relaxed in seconds.
I pulled out. I washed up with her. and I went back to campus at like 2:00 am. It was an insane night that I won’t be forgetting for a while yet.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d8g6p7/personally_training_a_sorority_girl_fm