My Very Own Personal Trainer

MY VERY OWN PERSONAL TRAINER

Ever since getting out of the Marine Corps, I had managed to gain weight, lose muscle mass, and fallen into a routine of drinking too much beer and spending far too much time sitting on my ass. The final straw came when I found it necessary to leave the button open on my trousers in order to put them on in the morning. I realized that my added weight made the likelihood of my lifting my own body on a rope was fast growing dim.

In a spurt of sudden good intentions, I searched the classified section of the local newspaper to look for a “personal trainer” to help rouse me from the doldrums of a neglected exercise program.

One advertisement seemed right on the money,

“Want to get in shape? Call Frank now for personal attention. Six hours a week with Frank will help make you over from head to toe. Only $495 for the introductory 10 week special.”

I called the number at the bottom and made an appointment to meet Frank at the nearby park for a free introductory session. I told my boss I would be taking an extra 30 minutes at lunch which would give me enough time for the one hour exercise session and enough time to take a quick shower before returning to the office. I had my running gear in the car and changed in the parking lot just before the session. I jumped out onto the grass and started my “warm-ups” just as Frank had instructed me on the phone.

Halfway through my warm-ups, I noticed a real nice looking redhead with seriously short hair doing warm-ups of her own not very far away. I increased my activities want not to appear hopelessly out of shape in front of the shapely female. It was really no use because a couple of years of total disinterest in exercise made me incapable of doing very much at all except to stretch my almost non-existent muscles.

“I guess you are Harry! I am Frank and I will be your personal trainer for the next 10 weeks.”

The good-looking redhead with the fantastic legs bent way over and put her hands flat on the grass effortlessly unaware how delicious her heart-shaped bottom looked to sex-deprived ex-marine.

“Sorry, are you really Frank? I thought you were a guy because your voice was so low on the phone. Not that it makes any difference. I hope you are prepared for a very difficult task in getting this body in shape.”

When I looked at the young woman closely, I could see she was in prime physical condition. Her bare stomach was taut and flat with ribbons of muscle groups visible guarding her rib cage. Only her twin peaks of gorgeous upturned breasts carried some hint of soft promise. My voracious eyes dropped down to the distinctive “V” of her pussy mound with the suggestively outlined “Camel-toe” beneath. She saw me looking at her pussy and gave me a look that quickly melted my partially rising cock.

“Come over here next to the bench, Harry, I want to see if you have any muscle left in those legs at all.”

I followed her instructions and stretched out flat on the bench with my feet on the ground and my hands clasped behind my head. I was a bit surprised when she sat down right on my spare tire and leaned forward to grab my ankles. When I looked down all I could see was the perfectly shaped bottom split in half by a deep and mysterious crack covered by a dark colored thong under her loosely fitted running shorts. I could see up her shorts almost to her butt crack and appreciated just how finely toned her gluts really were. My big guy started to get a little excited again and I feared he was rubbing overtly between her muscular legs.

“Now try to lift your legs, Harry. Let’s see if you still have some muscle under that blanket of fat.”

I tried as hard as I could to lift my feet but all I accomplished was to make my cock jerk about with a mind of its own somewhere deep between Frank’s widespread legs.

“Not very impressive, Harry, we have a lot of work to do.”

As if to punish me for my shortcomings, Frank bounced her pretty ass on my belly a few times making my tormented cock begin to leak pre-cum inside my running togs. After that inauspicious beginning, Frank had me run short sprints up an inclined area and allowed me to walk back each time. After about a dozen such little lung-busters, I was ready to quit, but was too ashamed to admit my discomfort in front of such a tempting piece of ass.

Before we ended that exercise, Frank told me to get down on my knees and quickly wrapped her knees around my neck. She instructed me to stand up and I was able to do so without too much difficulty since my lower body remained pretty strong despite my soft civilian lifestyle. I stood there with a 95 lb. redheaded pussy rubbing my head with a soft insistent feel of sensuous attachment. Then I had to make my way up the incline one last time with her riding my head with a somewhat damp pussy sliding up and down with each jarring step.

I was not quite certain which of us enjoyed it the most.

One of the exercises that Frank insisted I do each and every session was to do a series of sit-ups with her sitting on my ankles. Each repetition was stimulating both to my feet that dug in gloriously deep inside her tightly stretched cleft and my nose and chin coming into contact with her perky upturned nipples. It was so delicious that I am certain I often went beyond the limits of my ability.

After a few weeks, I found that I had achieved a level of Pavlovian response that caused me to obey her slightest command without question. It was a unique situation for me as I seldom acceded to female wishes unless forced to do so. Frank seemed satisfied with my attitude and soon I had lost more than a dozen lbs. and noticed my upper-body strength had increased significantly.

On one rainy day, Frank suggested we do our session in her “basement”. Not wanting to lose any benefit from the exercise program, I agreed and we headed to her house located in an affluent part of town. We walked through her almost mansion-style hallways to the basement entrance and I was shocked to see the extent of her expensive exercise equipment. She even had a whirlpool tub to relax the muscles after a workout. I joked about the tub but Frank was “all business” getting us down to the session without delay. After almost an hour of strenuous activity, I was ready for a break, but Frank told me she wanted me down on all fours for a final exercise.

Of course, I obeyed instantly just like a well-trained puppy dog waiting for the next instruction from his master.

My first indication that this was a different exercise was when Frank pulled my running shorts down to my knees. My well-exercised rump was now sticking up high and totally defenseless. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Frank had divested herself of both her bottom and her halter top and that the only thing she was wearing was a black leather harness holding a rather long and wicked looking dildo sticking out in front of her pussy like a friendly weapon in search of a target. It didn’t take me long to figure out my tender brown-eye was the intended victim. This was something that I had never contemplated although I had held a fantasy of the same scenario in reverse as Frank struggled beneath my thrusting body.

“Now, this is your final test, Harry, you must relax completely and give up to my direction. Are you ready?”

I was so shocked all I could muster was a very weak “Yes!” and lowered my head to the mat waiting for her to impale me right up to my very core.

The beautiful redheaded girl lubed my crack with something wet and slick. I surmised it was either Vaseline or KY jelly or something similar. I had given it to quite a few females up the rear end but usually used pre-cum or female juices to moisturize my target.

The stretching sensation was strange but not unwelcome because I felt an affinity to the shapely “personal trainer” now mounted with her appendage well-seated deep inside my pucker hole. Frank was not gentle with her “ride”. She gave it to me good and continuously spanked my ass cheeks with stinging blows that came close to making me whimper. I refused to do so because I had to retain some degree of dignity even in my role of being my personal trainer’s “bitch”.

My sense of discomfort was mollified by the fact that Frank had reached around in front and was stroking my rock-hard cock with confident and fully-satisfying skills that made me spurt my seeds right into her greedy hands.

I groaned as Frank withdrew from my trembling bottom.

She leaned down and pushed her tongue deep inside my mouth showing me that she was the master and I was her “bitch”. Normally, I would not be happy with such a situation, but I was content with this role allowing her to have complete control over my body.

Near the end of our training, she asked me if I would want to continue to be her student. I thought it over and told her,

“Perhaps we can be a little more than teacher and student, Frank. I am willing to follow your every order but I want to take some additional pleasure by poking your pretty pussy and even sticking my very real cock up your rear-end. I promise to be submissive and be your man-bitch so long as you will spread your legs and bend over for me as well.”

I could tell this was a first for her and she thought for a few minutes. Then she admitted to me that she was still a virgin and had always been a little afraid of men. Now I understood why she liked to be the boss and needed to be the one in control. Still, it seemed like a win-win for both of us and I guess she did also because later that same night, I broke her cherry wide open and she groaned out several orgasms before the sun came up in the morning.

We celebrated our first anniversary by her mounting me with her nine inch dildo and twisting my nipples wickedly as well as biting my earlobes while she pounded my brown-eye with frenzied abandon. The second part of that birthday celebration saw her writhing under my probing cock with her sweat rolling off her twisting body. I was pretty much back in top shape again after a full year with my “personal trainer” and was more than satisfied with the way my now lean and muscular body was able to make her shudder into exciting orgasms as I pounded her “doggy” style from behind.

She didn’t mind that I sometimes treated her a bit roughly because she knew that it would be her turn next and she could give me all the pay-back that she desired.

I had gotten to the point that I actually looked forward to her special little “personal trainer” sessions. Our routine got broken up when Frank started to show a little bit of rounded belly announcing an addition to our household.

We decided to get married and settle down.

I must disclose that the exercise equipment and the whirlpool tub still get a lot of use and there is always an abundant supply of K-Y sitting on the bed-stand for those special sessions.