Fucked [M]y [F]emale trainer

At the start of this last New Year I pulled the stereotypical “I’m going to diet, exercise, and get in shape” resolution. Surprisingly, I have stuck with it to this point and have lost 25 pounds.

Until two months ago, I had been only dieting to lose the weight…but eventually I plateaued and realized I needed to start exercising regularly. I’ve always hated exercising more than dieting. The sweat, the soreness, the breathing pain…for me it has always weirdly been easier to just skip on the desserts. This all changed when I started talking with the girl who would soon enough be my personal trainer.

We had been Facebook friends through having similar acquaintances, but had only met maybe once before in person. However, through my creepy Facebook stalking, I did see that she was very much into exercise (crossfit, yoga pants, etc.). I had “admired her photos” for months, but never knew how I could start conversation, find an excuse to hang out, or even just message online. Then one day, the gods opened up a wonderful door for me.

After posting about my most recent weight loss goal that was met and mentioning also that my metabolism had made the weight come off much more slowly the last few weeks, I get a message from this girl. “Hey! That is so great that you have lost that much weight!” I couldn’t believe it. My heart was pounding, palms sweaty, mouth dry, face flush…This girl I had been admiring online from afar for months was now initiating conversation with me! Being the casanova I am, I responded. “Thanks.” I realize in hindsight I should have given a greater effort, but I was still in shock. “So how much have you been exercising?”, she asked. “I haven’t been really haha. I don’t even know where to start.” “Well…I could help you if you wanted? At least give you the foundation to start…” “Wow! That would be awesome. Thanks!” “How about we meet Monday next week and go from there. Sound good?” “Yes that sounds great! I’ll see you Monday!”

To this point, I didn’t realize that Monday evening had the potential for anything special. This just felt like a friendly offering from her. A little about myself: I am white, 6’0″, 185 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes. Before losing the weight, I definitely had a gut, but now I was relatively thin (though not as fit as I could be obviously). I also have a really good sense of humor I’ve been told. That said, growing up in a very religious household (now I’m atheist) and being told I’d go to hell for having premarital sex led to me being a virgin until I was 24 yo (I know..I know…). Being 27 now, I had had a few other sexual encounters and although I had gained more confidence with each person, I still was naive on some of the finer details of sexual relationships. That being said, I wasn’t going to miss out on this girl…

I showed up on Monday evening to the University’s gym. She was already at the weights waiting and was waving me over. I immediately started to get that familiar feeling in my nether regions. I guess now would be a good time for physical detailsm;). She is 5′ 6″, athletic build, short brown hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. She was wearing grey yoga pants, a skin tight top, and her skin was already beaded with sweat (she had shown up beforehand to get her workout in). She was only a modest B cup, but those yoga pants really showed off her thighs and ass. It is an image that will be burned in my memory forever.

“Hey! You actually showed up!”, she joked with me, winking. “I wouldn’t miss it.” I smiled, my damn bashful side starting to peak through. “So I think we will do leg day, sound good? “Yeah, lets do it.”

It was only later on that I realized leg day was a terrible human innovation haha, but she showed me the ropes. We started with her just showing me some of the basic exercises and machines. My favorite was watching her do those squats (purposefully standing behind her as she bent up and down…up and down…up and down…I did some rearranging of my gym shorts…). “Come on, really bend lower on those squats. Good job!”, she said. “God those are killer.” “Well, this is just the first day. You’ll start seeing the results in the weeks to come.” “Can’t wait. If I start looking as good as you, then I’ll be very happy”, I said. She blushed and turned her head away without saying anything. In my head, I thought “Oh shit, you idiot…why did you say that? you ruined everything. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” “Well, I know it was tough, but you did good tonight. See you tomorrow?”, she asked. Getting over my own blushing episode, “yeah, I’ll see you haha”.

I went home that night thinking I had ruined any chance I had with her by coming on too strong early. But, over the next couple months we kept going to the gym. I noticed that my weight wasn’t going down much, but my arms were getting bigger, my abs were starting to poke through, and my legs were becoming more defined (I guess muscle does weigh more than fat after all). I was also gaining more stamina from the cardio days and I genuinely felt like a million bucks. My confidence increased and I even noticed a couple lingering stares from random girls during the day (which really surprised me tbh). I slowly gained a “fuck it” attitude and told myself that I was either going to have sex with this girl or else it would just end awkwardly. No more of this, “friendzoned” nonsense. Now was the time…

The rest of this story happened earlier this week. I was exercising and talking with this girl about the upcoming tests we both had. “I’m just super stressed about this test. If I don’t pass it, then I don’t pass the course.” she said. “I’m sorry you’re so stressed. Is there anything I could do to help?”, I said. “Not unless you can take the test for me”, she said jokingly, but also with a hint of grief. I placed my hand on her shoulder and comforted her. “You’re going to pass the class. It will all be fine,” I smiled sincerely at her. She smiled back. We locked eyes. I knew we were both in public, in the gym, with the guy next to us grunting from his bench pressing…but it just felt right. Sudden…but right. I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. I could sense a flinch and moment of hesitation on her part, but soon she relented and kissed me back. It was just a sweet kiss on the lips, but it felt like it lasted a lifetime. The smell of her body, the taste of her lip gloss, her soft lips. Fuck, it was amazing. I broke the kiss first and looked to her. We both smiled. Suddenly, it was like we had opened a flood gate of pent up sexual energy that had been building the last weeks. “Want to go back to my place?” I said, surprised by this new found confidence that possessed me. “Yes…definitely.”, she smirked.

In a flash, we left the gym and headed to my car. I went to the passenger side to open the door (my mother raised a gentleman), but before I opened it lust came over me and I just pressed her body between me and the door and kissed her again. This time, the kiss was deeper…heavier…we were both excited. My right hand crept down the side of her stomach, while my left hand pulled her head to me. Her hands were on my arms, she was breathing heavy. My right hand traced further down over her hip until I finally grasped that delicious yoga pants-clad ass. The thought that only a thin layer of fabric rested between my hand grabbing that cheek in all its was torture. I pressed harder into her, almost aggressively. I had never been so hard in my life. She reached her hand down and grasped the bulge in my shorts. “Let’s get in the car.”, she giggled. I opened the door for her, got in the driver side, and off we went. Throughout the drive, I couldn’t keep my hand off her thigh. I rubbed up the inner portion until I reached the crotch. She took a breath in and moaned…such a breathy moan… “Wow, I didn’t realize how touchy you could get,” she teased. “How could I not? You look, smell, feel, so…fucking…good.” I slipped my hand down her waist band on this phrase. She was so wet as I fingered her pussy.

Finally we reached my apartment, and I opened my door. I practically threw her on my bed. Past me was gone. Animalistic me had taken its place. I skipped more foreplay and just took off her shirt and yoga pants. She was wearing a sports bra and black thong, which had become soaked from both sweat and sex. After taking off my clothes, I ripped off her thong as she took off her sports bra. I grabbed my 7″, girthy dick and entered.I kissed her neck and just started going relentlessly, grunting into collar bone…her nails scratching my back. I flippedher on all fours on my bed, I had to see that ass in all its glory.

Now I’d like to say that I lasted for hours, but grasping her ass with both my hands, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. Especially with her moaning my name, being my submissive little trainer. I squeezed again before giving her a good spank. She moaned in painful approval. Fuck, it was a good moment. The rhythmic motion was getting to be too much. I couldn’t hold anymore. “I’m…I’m going to cum”, I warned her. “yeah? You’re going to cum for me? Well come on then, cum…” “Where do you want it?” “fuck yes, cum on my ass. Please, do it. Cum for me daddy!”

That last bit was enough to put me over the edge. With one last thrust, I pulled out and had one of the largest loads ever. I bent over her, exhausted. We both laughed at the insanity of it all. I asked if she had finished. She didn’t lie, saying she was close, but didn’t. I liked the honesty. “Want me to eat you out?”…My mother raised a gentleman. Surprised at the bluntness, I was afraid she would be weirded out. But instead she agreed. I spent the next twenty minutes kissing, licking, and sucking her inner thighs, labia, and clitoris until she had an orgasm. We both got dressed, I drove her back to the gym parking lot, gave her a steamy good night kiss, and that was that. It was the best night of my life to this point.

She unfortunately has had to study for her exam the rest of this week. But the sexting breaks in between have been fun to say the least ;). I’ve never posted on here before, though I am an admirer of this reddit page. Hope you guys enjoyed as much as I did!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8gw95u/fucked_my_female_trainer

17 comments

  1. awesome story. love how she called you daddy – that was hot and surprising

  2. While reading this the voice in my head read GIRTHY DICK in a loud macho man Randy Savage voice.

    Thanks for the chuckle so early in the morning.

  3. Sexy story. Always amazed how you guys go straight for diving in wth your Cock first rather than sliding those warm tongues between a girl’s thighs. But was very pleased to hear you offer to finish her. Sexy as hell. Always like to hear about us girls being taken care of.

  4. Why ask? Of course you go down on her to get her off… next time don’t ask… and go down on her first.

  5. Very well written story. Congratulations on getting the girl you’re hots for. Wish you many more sexcapades. If both of you guys are open to sharing a gif or video, please feel free to share at r/gonewild. ?

  6. > “Want me to eat you out?”…My mother raised a gentleman

    I get what you’re saying, but there *has* to be a better way to phrase that

  7. I can’t read “palms sweaty” without thinking “mom’s spaghetti”, haha. Also maybe it’s just me but her boobs don’t need to be “just B’s”, in my experience smaller boobs usually have a better shape. I’d much rather see perky B’s than saggy deflated D’s. Although the rare boobs that are both large and a good shape are a wonder to behold.

    Good story, well written. I liked how quickly it escalated because it shows the sexual tension between you.

  8. It was great, and then she called you Daddy. JFC why is this a thing?

  9. Keep us posted of the future when you get to bang her more.

  10. > My heart was pounding, palms sweaty,

    Knees weak, mom’s spaghetti.

  11. As someone who been dieting and exercising more recently, your gains sound awesome and so does she. Props sir.

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