Next week couldn’t have come sooner for George. After his unforgettable first session with his personal trainer Gemma, the blonde bombshell who milked him dry after their first workout together. It was hard for George to forget her: Her hourglass figure, thick thighs, equally thick ass and large natural breasts. It didn’t take the young man long before he was sitting in bed, cock in hand browsing Photogram for her. As quick as it took him to slip his trousers off he found the profile of Gemma Locke, followed by many of the famous people she had a hand in training. Her profile was as hot as he was hoping, her wall mostly full of selfies in tight gym outfits or bikini’s. The photo which caught his eye was one which was posted just a few days ago. It was a photo of her on the local beach, wearing a white swimsuit whist posing seductively for the camera. She stared at it with the same look she gave him earlier that very same day, the look of need and craving. His mind flashed back to her laying there in front of him, coated in cum with a large grin on her face. George started to stroke his long and thick member, moaning as he looked at her picture, his miind trying to forget that she had a boyfriend. David. The man who apparenly ‘Finds it hot’ that she does this with other men…where there other men? Did she do this with all her clients? Was George the only one and she got lucky that he was packing a giant dick? He threw his head back, moving his second hand to his shaft, stroking himself to the thought of her.
The week after was as unbearable as the one before, the heat made it impossible to do anything without working up a sweat. George was excited to get in Private Room 6. Not just for the woman who will be inside, but the air conditioning which came with it. He was wearing similar attire as before, a plain white t-shirt with black sweat trousers, bag hooked over one of his shoulders. He practically sprinted to the room, 10 minutes earlier than before. He opened the door without knocking, hoping to see Gemma sitting in the same spot as before. Indeed she was, sitting across the room studying some papers. She looked up at the door and grinned when she saw George enter. “Hey there hot shot.” she said with a giggle. She approached him, meeting him in the middle of the room. “You’re early. That excited for todays session?” She looked up at him, studying his face to try and guage what he was thinking. George looked back, only breaking the eye contact to put his bag on the floor. “Well, can you blame me?” he replied quickly scanning her outfit. This time she was wearing a bright red sports bra, as tight as last time, but this time trimmed with white fabric, instead of shorts she wore yoga pants of the same shade of red as her bra. “No I can’t. I dismissed my last client early, he needed to go to a wedding.” She shrugged and stepped away from George and held her hips “Doesn’t matter, all the more time I get to spend with you hot shot.” She winked and glanced between his legs, scanning for any bulge present.
They both sat together, in the corner of the room, Gemma had quickly told him she needed to finish off some paper work then they will start. “I’m thinking i’ll start the proper routine today, then once you get settled with it we can made adjustments to suit your comfort zone.” She leaned back and fixed her bra, causing her clevage to spill out a little over the soft looking fabric. “I found you on Photogram last week.” he said to her trying to strike up a conversation. “Oh?” she retreated from her papers and looked to him with her head tiled curiously “Like what you see?” she asked smirking devilishly at him. He only nodded in reply, feeling his face burn red as she looked at him. “Well I think we should begin hot shot. You ready?” she stood up infront of him and held her hand out for him. He took it gladly as he followed her in standing. Suddenly he felt her yank on his hand, pulling him in close, she pressed her chest onto him and stood on her toes to reach his ear “If you’re good ill choke on your cock daddy.” Without any time for him to reply she let go of him and jogged to the middle of the room pretending that she didnt say anything to him. George followed up behind her, seeing her look at him though the mirror she began to stretch “A few stretches then I’ll get you on the weights. Then the treadmill. Then finish off with some yoga.”
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Part 2:
Throught the session it was clear to George that Gemma was teasing him. She streched in such ways to present her best assets to him, bending over to show her ass for him, throwing her chest out while he watched her through the mirror wall. While he trained on the weights she had her own set of shake weights which she worked while sitting in front of him, looking up at him while she bit her plump lip. Her movements made her body jiggle and move as she performed every move deliberatley to make a bulge appear between his legs. If George wasn’t so concentrated on the fact that what he was thinking about was cheating then he would probably already have came in his specail underwear which hides his naturally impressive bulge. Whilst he panted and ran breathlessly on the treadmill she crossed her arms under her breasts to push them up, presenting her inviting cleavage toward him. Finally after what seemed like hours of running on the treadmill she told George that he could stop. He collapsed onto the floor panting hard. Sweat on his brow falling down his face which he wiped off with his hot hand. Gemma looked at him on the floor tapping her foot on the floor with her arms still crossed almost impatiently.
George didn’t realise she was waiting for him, he was focused on trying to catch his breath. He grunted when he felt a weight on his lower body, looking down he saw Gemma squatting, her ass resting on his crotch. In one hand she held a bottle of water, the other was breacing herself on his stomach, she leaned forward and placed the bottle between his lips, letting him drink the water. She slowly began to thrust her hips backward and forward on him, biting her lip as she tried to hold back a moan. George brushed the bottle away once he relaised what the good feeling which was making him swell up in his private area. “Stop…” he said weakly as he looked up at her. “Come on hot shot at least try to sound like you don’t want this.” she giggled and leaned forward only inches from his face “I find it hot that you came over my Photogram. Creep.” she lightly touched the side of his face with her plump glossed lips, brushing the tip of her tounge up his cheek. “Yoga?” she muttered softly to him. “Do we have to?” he asked starting to explore her thighs, running his fingers up the soft fabric of her yoga pants. “I think you will enjoy this hot shot.” In one movement she stood up from her kneeling position and looked at him with egarness.
A few moments later he was standing, still panting but hydrated from the water. There was a short silence as they looked at each other, she began to assume standing yoga positions as George copied. Once he got used to the routine she sank to her knees once more, leaving space between her legs she looked up at him with innocent eyes. George looked down as Gemma pressed her face between his legs, rubbing her face up and down his now large bulge. He exhaled loudly as he moved his hands to the waist band of his trousers. Hastily he pushed them down as his fully erect cock springed out and smacked Gemma across her face. Her eyes widened in surprise similarly as last week, like she forgot just how big it was. “Mmm daddy…” she pressed her lips on the shaft, loudly kissing it as she fondled his large balls with one hand which sent shots of shivers up Georges’ spine. Seeing how good it made him feel she pressed her plump lips on the leage head, pushing in as she engulfed the first inch of his dick. She raised her eyebrows and vibrated a moan from her lips, moving one hand to her bra squeezing one of her large tits, the other moving under her bright red yoga pants. She bobbed her head slowly as wet sucking noises echoed throught the room. George bit his lip and panted hard. holding her head with one hand he guided her to go deeper, pushing her head down inch after inch into his horse cock. As Gemma increased her speed, her hands stated to get more violent, fingering her pussy hard whilst pinching her nippled through her bra. Tears started to form on the edges of her eyes as he gagged on his cock, not even halfway down she moaned submissively, her noises becoming more frequent when she would bob her head back and fourth.
She stopped groping herself to hold his shaft, she finally surfaced for air as she threw her head back, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock “Fuck its too big.” She started to furously jerk George off, lathering her thick saliva around the length of the shaft which she didn’t get to. “You’re loving this huh baby? don’t worry ill get the while way in…one day.” She grinned and winked before going back to sucking off her client. George looked at himself in the mirror, between his legs a blonde chick bobbing her head back and fourth, her hair swaying as she moved. He felt a pulse in his shaft, which made his toes curl, Gemma felt it too, her eyes widening and eyebrows furrowing worried, wouls she spit of swallow? She started to go as fast as she could wet slapping noises reverberating from her pussy as she shut her eyes and squealed loudly. She came hard it was clear to George. He was soon to follow, closing his eyes as he felt the first rope spray into her wet mouth. She moeaned and tapped him to make him watch. He looked down to see her gulping his cum down, the noises made him want to cum more as she drank his seed. She locked her eyes on him as more tears formed and ran down her cheek. Finally he stopped cumming, he felt his cock shrink in her mouth still a mouthful for her he pulled out, his dick coated in a mix of cum and spit. Gemma opened her mouth infront of him to show her mouth filled with white goo. Shutting her mouth she swirled it around her mouth like mouthwash for long enough to make him mutter “Oh Fuck…” before she gulped the last load down.
The room was quiet for a few moments as they both basked in the post orgasmic euphoria. It was Gemma who spoke first “Fucking hell…that was…that was” “Amazing?” George replied. She giggled and combed her hair back behind her ears “You’re certainly not just a cutie George…I’m very happy we’ve met.” she stood up and kissed his cheek by getting on her toes “Look…I don’t usually do this with clients…I just have this thing about you…I dunno, fuck you make me feel good.” She smiled and fixed her bra looking down at his cock. “David’s throwing a party next saturday. Its a cosplay party…wanna come?” she asked looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. “Sure.” he replied quickly. “Good…I’ll text you. Tonight.” She blushed and kissed his cheek again. “I have your number…I’ll send you something so you know its me.” And with that, Gemma retreated from her hung client and picked up her bags, leaving her room for George to think about how she got his number.