I [F]ucked [M]y Personal Trainer

I had reached 30 and had just hit some huge milestone changes in my life. My SO had decided to move to a major city and I chose to follow him and left a mostly happy life of good friends and family behind. I decided this change would be my year of development and personal progress. I wanted to get back in shape, I wanted to try living each day to the fullest, further my education and to finally start putting me first for a change with my career, social life and future.

I was always fit and sporty, I did dancing from the age of 7, I played soccer till I was 23 and ate well and kept myself in shape with running, pilates and yoga. In my late 20’s I got comfortable in life, I was in a long term relationship and we had both got a bit out of shape, instead of going out we would stay in and have takeaways delivered as we watch Netflix, I never got overweight but I lacked fitness and let myself go to an extent and I now was motivated to get back to my old self.

Step one of my new life I had joined a gym and as a new member offer, I was given seven free one hour sessions with a personal trainer. The first day I attended I was nervous of judgement by others and also the realisation how much I had let myself go as I struggled to fit into my newly purchased tight work out clothes on. I walked to the desk to book a bit self-conscious of my curves my trainer and insisted to the staff member at the desk I wanted a woman trainer for the 7 sessions as I would feel more comfortable with a female than a man. She went through available bookings and no one suited my schedule and said I could wait till next month or if I didn’t mind a male trainer by the name of Dermot was available now. She insisted he was a very nice man and has a lot of success and testimonials from women members and clients, I could view.

I bit the bullet and said fine very reluctantly and she gave me a form to fill in and told me to take a seat. As I filled in the form I heard over the intercom could Dermot please come to the desk. I kept glancing up at the desk to see just who this guy I signed up with was, expecting some Adonis good looking meathead to arrogantly put me through my paces, make me feel like shit and make me want to leave before I complete the free sessions and I’m stuck paying this membership for a year. I carried on filling in the form and snuck a peek at the receptionist again and this tall, chunky, messy ginger-haired guy with the broadest smile and did not look like someone I would expect physically how a PT would look was at the desk as the receptionist pointed in my direction. Our eyes met and his huge grin got almost Cheshire cat-like and even bigger as he started to walk over to me. He had an Irish accent I could barely understand, introduced himself and exuded a kind charm which instantly made me feel at ease and threw all my presumptions out the window with his friendliness, niceness and charisma. He took my form and we went into his office.

He read through my form, asked me my goals and where I would like to be by the end of the seven sessions. I said I wanted to be fit, toned and healthier and he said that is the answer he liked to hear. I was made do a fitness test and it put into perspective just how much I had let myself go, but Dermot was like on session 4 we will do this fitness test again and you will be amazed by just how much progress you have made. I was embarrassed, out of breath and sweating as he took my pulse. He had huge hands and for a man of his nature and size a gentle touch. He explained how the gym had a new 3d body scanner and he could have a complete 3D rendering of my body and if I felt comfortable I could use this or he could do the traditional measuring with the measuring tape. He said I will have to get a female staff member to scan you as it involves you being in your underwear for the scan. I was like it is fine you have seen me at my worst as a red sweaty mess so seeing me in a sports bra and underwear won’t add to my shame. I stripped down to my bra and underwear and I never felt so vulnerable in my life as I stood on this machine. Dermot went to this computer and said it will only take 90 seconds to scan as he started the scan. And with that, it was done. He left the room for me to change back and knocked before re-entering and seeing I was decent. He had a printout and some notes of my scan. I was then put through a work out routine I would do for 2 weeks till my next session.

On my second session, I was beginning to see some mild progress I had energy and was enjoying going to the gym. Dermot was impressed with my progress and was like could you Whatsapp message me your meals every day so I can see what you are putting in and provide some feedback about nutrition and put me on some new machines. So I start messaging him daily pictures of my food. Another 2 weeks passed and I was starting to feel toned and fit. Dermot would message me motivational messages most days and tell me just to keep progressing and give me feedback on my diet. We would message each other with some banter and jokes and he was now telling me to take weekly progress pics and to keep them for myself and to send him too so we can monitor changes and see progress. I enjoyed our exchanges and he motivated me to work harder and keep to the plan. I loved working out I actually found it arousing and I was hitting my goals.

On the third session with Dermot, I had been 6 weeks in the gym and I felt I had hit a bit of a plateau and he was brilliant getting me back on track and introducing me to a completely new work out routine that he specifically planned for me. He then told me in a month we will do a 3-month progress check and see how much improvement there has been. I carried on working out and I wanted to impress Dermot, I wanted to look good for him, I wanted to please him and I wanted to prove him right with his belief and faith in me. When I would work out I would hope he was on the gym floor, if I saw him around I hoped he would look at me or acknowledge me. I would be giddy when messaged from him and his wit and humour was so entertaining. When I sent him my weekly progress pic it would not be me in my gym gear but in my underwear or me topless but covered. He would always hot, beautiful stunning and it would make me blush.

By session four I could tell the strides I had made myself, my clothes were looser and I had dropped inches but I still wanted validation or proof. I was now starting to get definition and tone but I wanted to be told it. My SO had no interest in my weight loss journey and never once commented on my improvement if anything he said he noticed not much had changed. Dermot, however, was impressed with my commitment and progress and said let’s do the scan again. I found myself wanting to undress in front of him and even trying to get his attention as he set up the scan. As luck would have it the machine was not working at first and Dermot was below me trying to set up the machine to scan. I asked should I standoff and he was like no this should fix it. His forearms were driving me wild I was getting turned on just knowing he was below me and his physique as he rebooted the machine. I imagined what he would be able to do to me and my small frame if he had his way. The machine rebooted and he had not let the room this time and I could feel he was watching me. I got so turned on I could feel between my pussy starting to throb and I got so aroused. When I stepped off he gave me the biggest hug.

All my goals had been met and he was delighted for me. He lifted me like I was a doll, his power and strength truly were immense and I just wanted him to take me there and then. When he put me down our eyes stared at each other an almost lingering look. And he just said well done and left to let me get dressed. That night I sent him a progress picture but I covered nothing it was naked. I don’t know why I had done it but I wanted to be bold and I wanted to be a little reckless. I saw he viewed it and didn’t respond and I began to panic. Did I overstep the mark? He responded five minutes later with flame emojis and saying how fucking sexy I was. So I sent him another of me playing with myself. I had never sexted anyone and here I am sending messages to my personal trainer but I loved it the thrilling excitement and just throwing caution to the wind. I genuinely loved it. It awoke something in me. He messaged me back saying what am I doing later? And I said nothing and he said to meet him at the gym before closing. I replied yes.

That night I went back to the gym and everyone was leaving the changing areas as it was almost time the gym closed. Dermot was at the desk turning off the TV’s, lights and computers when he saw me walk in. He watched the CCTV as the last of the members left the gym and told me to go to his office. I went to the office not knowing exactly what to expect. After maybe five minutes Dermot stormed in the door, grabbed me and started to passionately and deeply kiss me. I have never been swept off my feet before but this was happening right now. He was delicate with me but strong and knew what he wanted and I think what I wanted. He ran his hands all over my body and through my hair. He bit my lower lip and it made my insides like butterflies. He then lifted my dress over my head and started to kiss down my chest and stomach I was melting. I had never been so turned on, my heart as pounding, he was so gentle but assertive and it was like he knew my body. What I wanted, what I needed. He pulled my underwear to one side rubbed my clit and fingered me and I came instantly. I had not come like that in so long and I was feeling light heated and awoken. I could tell he was determined to turn me on more, he carried on fingering me my pussy throbbing and the momentum and intensity increased I was dripping. He threw me on his desk spread my legs and start to eat me out and his tongue was like a motor-powered pleasure provider licking me. I lost control, I lost all sense of myself, he genuinely could have done anything to me and I would let him. And at that moment, I came again all within 10 minutes. But I was not done I was greedy and I wanted more and the previous 2 orgasms felt like long-overdue releases that a man could do that to me so fast.

I was invigorated and I wanted him to ravage me. He looked up at me and our eyes met and we both had a look of pure primal rage in our eyes. He lifted his top off, his arms massive, his torso so well built, dropped his pants and boxers. And he had this huge hard cock. I never wanted something so bad and I needed it in me. He tore my underwear off me flipped me over on the desk and grabbed my hips and start to fuck me doggy style with a force and rage that was immense and intense. The desk was creaking with the force and impact. He starts to slap my ass, encouraging me to push back more. The feel of him in me as I gripped and contracted my muscles so tight. I want to feel him, my pussy lips gripping his cock and he carried on pounding me harder and harder. It was intense, passionate and he wanted me as I felt hid weight and power pound me hard. I wanted to be wanted and I didn’t want it to stop. I was screaming in pleasure and being encouraged to be louder and I was just overcome with a sexual reinvention. I was living.

We carried on and on for what seemed an age I could barely focus, my vision was blurry, my head felt light, he was making sounds only a wild animal I would have presumed could make. His hot breath I could feel against my body and we just kept going at it. I kept backing my ass into him I wanted him to be the deepest anyone has been in me or could ever be in me forcing my hips to back against him finding a rhythm. Had I backed in anymore I think he would be a part of me. My heart was racing, my breathing erratic and I felt overwhelmed again. I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt I was ready to explode a rush of a huge release. He felt it too and I heard him mutter he was going to cum. I said cum in me. And I felt this rush of energy and release and cum in me he did and my body instantly reacted. My head exploded I felt I left my body behind me and had transcended to another consciousness. He felt on my back and feeling his sweaty body and weight on top of being brought me back to earth. He held me so tight and it was strangely the most intimate part of the whole night. We kissed some more and both saw the time and I said I need to go. We said our goodnights and I got an uber home and I was beyond thrilled to have had the most exciting encounter of my life. My pussy throbbed for days after.

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