Personal Trainer

[duracel69]

I took a deep breath, letting the air flow into my panting lungs as my body worked hard to restore its oxygen levels. Truth is, I was feeling pretty good. I'd been in excellent condition in my 20's but too much desk work and long hours in my 30's had left me in pretty poor shape physically, not to mention my wife moving out. Good riddance, you frigid bitch.

But all that had changed several months previously, I'd looked in the mirror and finally been forced to recognise I was carrying too much weight around, If the trend continued I'd be seriously overweight by the time I was 50, with all the shitty health implications that entailed. It was a lucky coincidence that a flyer was jammed in my letter box when I got home that evening.

"Local Physical Education Graduate offers Personal Training service - reasonable rates. Call Marian...."

It was obviously a woman. Using the term 'graduate' probably meant recently so, and therefore probably young, and if she was qualified in Phys Ed then presumably she was in good shape. All told, it was enought to spur me into calling the number on the bottom of the sheet. A quick meeting had followed in which we'd discussed my condition and she'd outlined a proposed course of action to get my weight heading gradually back in the right direction whilst building up my fitness and muscle tone.

So, here we were, 4 months later. The first couple of months had been pretty brutal, but her patient encouragement had kept me at it and now the training was really paying dividends. We were meeting 3 times a week in the early evening, an hour of her time for 30 quid. Bargain really, but as a recent student I guess she didn't have the confidence to charge a professional hourly rate.

In any event, I was half a stone lighter, way fitter, and best of all with the improved health my libido was back with a vengeance. The fact that Marian usually worked out with me, and her thin leotard left nothing to the imagination, probably had something to do with it as well.

I looked up and allowed my eyes to trace over her.... trim, althletic, but still with curves in the right places, great legs, gorgeous arse, flat stomach and a full breast. Nothing crazy like those rediculous porn star boob jobs, but still a fair size and firm with it. And to cap it all off, a beautful face with lively intelligent eyes and full lips. I began to imagine what to would be like to kiss them, and taste her as I probed her mouth with my tongue.... or my cock... yes... now in my minds eye she was kneeling in front of me, gently running her tongue along my shaft before suddenly surrounding me with her lips as she eagerly forced her mouth onto my knob, all the while looking up at me with gentle eyes....

"Umm.... hello?"

I dropped my hands to my lap quickly, conscious of my rapidly growing hard on. I took another deep breath, solved a few equations in my head until the erection began to subside.

"Sorry - I was a million miles away there for a minute. did you say something?"

"I was going to get some water, want some?"

"Sure".

She walked though to my kitchen and returned a few moments later with two glasses of water, and sat down on one of the other chairs. She eagly gulped down most of the glass, doubtless to replace the glistening layer of perspiration that was making the leotard cling in the best possible way....

Usually we'd chat for a couple of minutes before she would head on to her next customer. As a result I knew a bit about her. I'd established she was single. She'd had some sort of bustup with a childhood sweatheart a year previously and was still on her own. Incredible really - beautiful, intelligent, fun; what was wrong with the youth of today? If I'd been 20 years younger, wild horses wouldn't have stopped me from asking her out. Hell, even if I'd been 10 years younger!

As it was though, in a few moments she'd be leaving, giving me the opportunity to indulge in some good old fashioned masturbation, imagining those sweaty limbs wrapped around me, with our mouths and groins locked together...

Tonight though, she seemed in no immediate hurry to leave.

"Not heading on to you next customer then"

"No. Mrs Emery has finished now - She's moved out to a new job, her place is on the market, her final session was last week. In a way I'm glad, I couldn't really do anything for her... she wouldn't really do anything, seemd to just want to chat rather than workout. To be honest, I think she just liked the company. On the other hand, its early days yet for my business and I haven't really built up anywhere near as many customers as I'd hoped for. I can't afford to lose any."

"Oh dear... that all sounds a bit grim."

"It'll work out, I'm sure it will...... anyway.... I should be off home."

With that, she stood up, walked over to her holdall to get her tracksuit out to dress for the cold evening air. Glancing over her shoulder, she flashed me a smile;

"Ok for next week? Usual evenings?".

I winced. I'd meant to call her to give her prior warning...

"Ah, actually I can't make it. I am away for a fortnight now, business trip."

"But.... but...."

Her face fell in dismay. I looked at her apologetically, but she returned my gaze with a look of despair.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you in advance..."

She shook her head sadly.

"Its not your fault. I ought to be able to cope with a customer cancelling a few sessions, but its like I said earlier, things are pretty tight right now."

"Marian..." I began gently, "How tight, exactly? Are you all right?"

"Look, the truth is its going to be very difficult. Without the fees for your sessions whilst you are away.... I'm going to be in trouble unless I find some more customers... and soon. Very soon. But look, its not your problem."

"Hey! You've really helped me, you've turned my health around. I want to help if I can. Why don't you let me pay you in advance for a few sessions?"

"Oh no.... I mean I appreciate it, I really do. But its not really going to help, I need to earn more every week, and if you pay me in advance that just means I'll be in debt to you as well. What I need is more work... any kind of work. Would you maybe have some part time work at your business?"

I shook my head. "Sorry, its all specialist technical stuff, and we're already carrying a couple of positions that we really ought to make redundant, what with the state of the economy. I won't do that if I can possibly avoid it, but there is no way I can justify taking on someone unskilled. I'm sorry, I just can't do it."

"Well, how about housework? A place this big... it must be a pain to keep it clean. Maybe I could do a few hours housework each week?"

Again, I had to shake my head. "I already have a cleaner. She's taken care of the place for years, I can't give you her work, I'm sorry".

"No. I'm sorry, for laying this on you. So sorry. But I just need something, anything. If you think of anything... anything at all, please let me know."

God, I just wanted to take her in my arms to comfort her, and kiss her worries away. Then I'd ease her out of the dirty sweaty exercise gear and run my tongue over her trembling body, down over her breasts, gently teasing her nipples. Downward further, planting a trail of kisses over her navel and then kneeling before her, nuzzling the mound of pubic hair and breathing deep the scent of her womanhood, parting the lips of her pussy with my eager questing tongue....

Oh God. The swelling in my groin had returned.

I looked at Marian and I knew then that I had to have her.

I had to have her, whether she wanted it or not.

(to be continued)

[duracel69]

I looked at her again, and wandered if there was anyway I could help her. Maybe I could put her in touch with someone else for a job, and she'd be so grateful we'd become friends... and then more than friends.

Great theory. A touch unlikely, and not going to get me any immediate relief the raging hard on that was once again throbbing within my shorts. Right then, I only wanted two things in the world. One was to help her financially and the other.... well, the other was to fuck her.

And thats when it hit me. She had something I needed, and I had something she needed. It was obvious really... but would she see it like that?

My heart beat faster with an adrenalin rush... how would she react? She seemed a very practical and realistic person, surely if I suggested it politely she'd be unlikely to be seriously offended? Hell, for all I knew, maybe she offered 'extra' services anyway. Maybe thats what she had meant when she said 'anything'.

What's that old saying? Fortune favors the bold?

"You know Marian, I do have a possible solution for you, but, well, to be honest its a bit of a long shot."

Her face lifted hopefully. "Go on...?"

"Look, the thing is, I'm hesitant to suggest it. You being a graduate and so on, you might feel its a line of work that's beneath you... and, well, I wouldn't want to insult you."

"oh... that's so sweet of you." She smiled at me gently and then continued with a determined expression "but don't be so daft. I dont care what it is, I'm not proud. As long as it pays a proper wage, not some comission job that'll take loads of time with no certain income... it's nothing like that is it? I need to make minimum wage."

"Don't worry about that. It'll be subject to negotiation but you'll make more than than that wage.... possibly a lot more..."

"That sounds... intriguing! When can I start?" She grinned at me hopefully.

"Well, I think I'd better tell you what the work would entail. And before I do, I want you to remember you're not comitted to anything and I will totally understand if you realise it's not your sort of thing."

I'd laid the ground as best I could. Time to just get on and say it.

"Well Marian, its like this. You've done a great job getting me back into shape, but as a 40 year old in good shape I have certain other needs that I could use use your help with."

Now she was looking puzzled. "Other needs?"

"Other physical needs"

Now she looked a little flustered and nervous...

"um... I'm not sure I understand what you're saying. Do you mean... " her words tailed off into an embarrased silence.

"I mean I want your companionship. I'd like you to stay in the evening, after our workouts. We can talk, watch some movies, make some food, and then.... then I would like to make love to you. Its been a while since there's been anyone in my bed, and this is too big a house for me to rattle around in by myself all the time. You can save me from a lonely existence, and in return I'll pay you for your time... and I'll pay generously."

She looked at me in disbelief.

"Ohmygod. I can't believe you're asking me to sell myself like that!"

She blushed scarlet and looked away. Then she spoke again, quietly but firmly. "Look, I think you might have got the wrong idea about me. I don't provide those sorts of 'services'. I need to make some money, but I'm not going to prostitute myself."

"OK" I replied dejectedly. So much for that plan. "I didn't think it would be your sort of thing, but I thought it was worth asking. I just hope I haven't offended you."

She thought for a long moment, and then replied. "Its ok. I mean, you kind of took me by surprise. But if you don't mind that I've said no, I don't mind that you asked. Fair enough?"

"Fair enough."

"Though, actually, in a way its kind of a compliment that you consider me worth paying for." She grinned at me as her normal good humour surfaced again. "Anyway, I'd really best be off."

She opened the holdall and pulled on her tracksuit. I decided to try an alternative strategy.

"You know, technically, I wasn't asking you to be a prostitute."

"yeah... right! How so?"

"That would imply you sleeping with anyone that paid you. I know you're not that kind of girl. What I meant was I would help you out financially, and any sex in return would be incidental. And most importantly, it would be an exclusive relationship. I wouldn't want you to be selling yourself to other guys.. I want you all for myself. Basically, I was asking you to be my Mistress."

She looked at me, and then shook her head again.

"Look, I'm sorry, the answer is no. I appreciate the offer, lord knows I do, and I need the money, but that sort of thing just isn't right. You... using my body.... its just not something I feel I can do."

I sighed in frustration. "Couldn't you just help me to come? I'm so frustrated!. I don't need to be inside you even, as long as you help me a bit!"

She looked as me in bewilderment. "I don't understand what you mean?"

"Look, just come upstairs with me, and give me a nice massage, and finish up by using your hands to give me a 'happy ending'. You don't need to let me do anything to you, you don't even need to be naked. Just be there with me and give me a hand. If you do that for me, I'll give you 100 quid. Thats more than I pay you a week."

She hesitated for a moment. "Just a hand job? Honestly?"

"yes, Honestly".

I could see her weighing it up in her mind, but then she shook her haid once more. "Its just not a good idea."

And with that she strode to the front door and vanished into the night.

(to be continued)

[duracel69]

"Fuck! ....... Fuck, Fuck,Fuck!" I muttered in frustration.

I couldn't believe it. She'd gone. My erection slow began to subside, but I knew that I'd have a sleepless frustrated night. And thats when I decided I was fed up of jerking myself off every night, thinking about Marian. If I was prepared to treat her like a whore, I might as well just hire a proper one. I went to the fridge, pulled out a chilled bottle of nice strong beer, then headed into my study.

A few moments later my PC was booted up and I started searching for escort sites. I found a very hopeful looking one, with a search engine inside it. I started plugging in values for the type of girl I wanted.... Blonde, under 30, outcalls to my area, full sex,oral, anal, girl friend experience. Then I hit enter and waited for a few seconds whilst it downloaded a list of possibles.

I read through the profiles and decided to start calling some of them to find out if there was anyone that could come round immediately. Needless to say as I looked at their pictures - and a lot of them had full nude galleries and even movies of them fucking - I was getting turned on again. The temptation to have a wank was strong, but I resisted so I'd be ready and able once I'd arranged for a girl. In the mean time my cock throbbed persistently in my shorts.

It was probably 30 minutes or so since Marian, and I was just getting rady to phone the most suitable looking escort, when the front door bell range. I sighed; I lived alone and I couldn't even get a bit of peace and quiet when I wanted it.

I went to the door, drew back the latch and opened it.

To my very great surprise, it was Marian.

"Umm... Hi ?" I said, somewhat bewildered. "I didn't expect to see you again... at least not till after my trip." I paused.

She looked downwards, saying nothing.

I continued, "Actually, I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again, not after what I said earlier.... but what's up? Did your car break down?"

I noticed she was trembling. In fact, she seemed on the verge of tears and would not look me in the eye. I was becoming quite concerned, was she in shock?

"Have you had an accident? Whats' the mat...."

"I'll do it" She interupted me with a whisper.

"Pardon?" I replied, not sure if I'd heard her right.

Her head snapped up, and with an intense determined expression she fixed me with her gaze.

"I said, I'll do it. I'll do what you asked; for 100 quid I'll make you come with my hands. Now, are you going to invite me in, or are you going to leave me freezing my behind off on this doorstep untill I lose my nerve and change my mind?"

She didn't need to ask twice. I ushered her in quickly, and deadlocked the door behind her.

(to be continued)

[duracel69]

I showed her through, back into my spacious living room.

"What made you change your mind?"

"Simple." She sighed. "I really need the money. I could bore you with the details, but it boils down to necessity. I've debts to pay from Uni, and my mum needs help with her mortgage since dad passed away."

I stared at her, dumbfounded. There was me, wanting to use her like a cheap slut, and yet at the same time I found myself admiring her. More than admiring her; such a brave young lady. I also felt like a total bastard. Part of me wanted to protect her.... but at the same time the burning in my loins made it clear that the person she needed most protection from was.... me!

"Look, are you sure you want to do this? I don't want to force you into anything..."

"Yes, I've thought it over. Just understand, for me, its not sexual. Its just like massaging any other stiff part of a body that needs relaxing. I'll control what get touched, and when. I will not strip for you, you will not penetrate me, and you'll keep your hands to yourself. Don't even think of touching me here or here." She gestured to her breasts and groin. "And I wont kiss you either."

"I take it a blow jobs out of the question then" I joked. She pursed her lips and frowned at me.

"Hey, I was just joking", I quickly reassured her.

"Well, don't joke, I'm serious." she looked at me with a pleading expression.

"I know, and I respect that. I'm sorry, I was just trying to lighten the mood. You know, sex is supposed to be fun, not all angst and drama."

"It's not sex for me though, that's the point. And although I'm agreeing to do it, I'm feeling pretty nervous. Please, don't make fun of me."

"I won't, I promise. I'll tell you what, why don't I get you a drink, that'll take the edge off."

"Yes." She nodded quickly.

" And whilst I'm gone, you can slip out of that tracksuit".

"But.... we agreed I didn't have to strip?"

"And you don't. Just take the tracksuit off. I've seen you in your leotard dozens of times now, and the simple truth is it turns me on. It turns me on just to look at your figure, without you having to do or say or touch anything. And the more turned on I am, the easier your job will be... so trust me, you losing the tracksuit is in both our best interests."

I went through to the kitchen, and pulled out a couple of beers. I flipped the tops off, and then on impulse took a swig from one bottle before quickly tipping a couple of measures of vodka back in instead. I figured a little alcohol would help her though the whole thing.

By the time I was back with her, she had done as I'd asked and was down to just her leotard. She looked very nervous, sitting with her arms and legs crossed. I handed her the bottle and sat down next to her as she eagerly downed it over the next couple of minutes. I just watched her, with my eyes roving over every part of her body, savouring my anticipation.

Eventually, she set down the empty bottle. I stood up and offered her my hand.

"Marian, would you join me upstairs now?" She gingerly took my hand; I could feel her trembling. I led her towards the staircase and up to the master suite.

(to be continued)

[s.adi.st]

Wow, it is really good, please continue...... :D

[ghyt]

Yes, on of the best starters I've read...
please continue! :)

[duracel69]

I led her into the bedroom where she stood nervously as I began to strip off my clothes. Her eyes roved around the room; the big double bed, the door through to the bathroom, the luxury furniture, the windows.... her gaze went everywhere, except for me.

Within a few seconds I was down to my underpants. I grinned at her, and on impulse struck a few poses, flexing my recently rediscovered muscles.

"What do you reckon, Marian? Take a look at the results of your handiwork!". She glanced at me briefly before looking away again with an expression bordering despair on her face. What a pity, we could have both had some fun, and I felt bad that she felt bad, but, well, tough. At least this way she'd just be unhappy, instead of unhappy and broke.

"and now... its time for some more handiwork!"

Turning to face her again, I put my thumbs around the waistband of my underwear and began to ease them down over my hips, gradually revealing my pubic hair.

I got the impression she was still trying to avoid looking at me, be it seemed she could not maintain this air of indifference. It was as though my groin held some horrifying compulsion for her. As I pushed my hands down further the base of my cock came into view, then my balls, then my full length. I was semi errect, enough blood engorging my shaft to show its full size, yet still hanging in front of me at half mast. My cock is a good size, probably not the biggest in the world, but certainly on the large side. I watch Marian's expression with interest. She was looking at me out of the corner of one eye but as my substantial tool swung into view I watched her eyes go wide and her mouth fall open in astonishment as she turned her head to stare at it. Quickly, she gulped and looked up at my face, trying to regain her composure.

"ummm..." she began "why don't you lie down on your front and I'll start your massage?"

I laid down on the bed, but on my back not my front. I patted the bed next to me. "Come here. Forget about the massage. I'm horny and I need to come, and if you think for a second I expect you want this over with as well. So come over here, get to work on my cock, and earn your pay".

She nodded slowly and came and knelt next to me on the bed. Reaching forward she took my cock in her hands, and then closed her eyes and looked away.

I trembled at the touch of her fingers and soft palms. Instantly my cock leapt to attention, pulsing eagerly in her grip. I gasped in pleasure, laid back and folded my arms behind my head.

"That's it" I murmured "Work the cock you slut, whilst I fantasize about fucking every hole in your body..."

"Don't say things like that" she turned her head back to me and frowned. "I told you, you're getting a hand job and that's all!"

"Oh come on babe, its just harmless dirty talk.... you must know I'm wishing I could make love to you, nothing wrong with me saying it is there?"

She just sat there, still holding my cock motionless in both hands.

"Come on, stroke it, make me come babe!" I prompted her, whilst giving a few thrusts with my hips.

"Okay! okay..." she agreed, and started moving her hands up and down my shaft aggressively... very aggressively in fact. She was holding my cock like it was in a vice and jerking at it uncomfortably, and on every down stroke the side of her hands banged into my balls.After the first stroke I was in pain, half a second later I was howling in agony.

I knocked her hands away! "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING YOU STUPID BITCH!"

She held up her hands defensively and wailed at me, "I'm sorry! ohmygod... I'm sorry! Did I hurt you? I didn't mean too.... I'm sorry!"

I cupped my balls and winced at her. "Yes! You bloody well have hurt me! What were you thinking!"

She looked at me, panic striken and upset, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry... its just.... it's just...."

My anger subsided. Something was obviously wrong, and yelling at her wasn't helping. the pain in my balls was subsiding now, so I tried to reassure her.

"Look, I dont think you've done me any permanent damage..."

She looked relieved, but said nothing.

"It's just..... what?" I prompted.

She looked at me guiltily, and then after a pregnant pause spoke up in a tone full of embarrasment.

"its just.... I've never done this before... I've never done anything with a guy before. And I thought if you knew, you wouldn't want to pay for my services."

"What?" I was dumbfounded. "Never with a guy.... you mean you're gay?"

"No!" she relied forcefully, and then in a whisper... "I mean I'm a virgin. I've never done anything sexual with anyone."

"But... what about that long term boyfriend you had? You mean you never did anything, nothing at all? You're 22 for god's sake, I though kid's today lost their virginity when they were in their early teens!"

"Not this kid" she sighed ruefully. "My boyfriend wanted to, he was always trying to do things to me... undress me, touch me. I wanted to wait until we got married."

"Wow... that's a really old fashioned viewpoint!"

"So? Its what I thinks right! People shouldn't be shagging everything that moves! Sex should be special, and I'm saving myself for the right guy!"

"Relax Marian.. I said it was old fashioned, but you dont need to be defensive about it. If thats what you think, good for you. "

"Yeah.. well..." She replied bitterly. "Where did that get me? He didn't want to marry me, after I'd saved myself specially for him. Instead he ditched me and started screwing some girl he'd known for 2 day... 2 DAYS!"

"ouch... well, for what its worth, I think he was an idiot. I think you're somone rather special. In fact, I admire your convictions. Whereas I am an amoral lecherous old goat."

She smiled at me softly, a little of her self confidence returning.

"Don't be too hard on yourself. It was your wife that moved out, right? You've seemed like a nice guy to me, I'm sure you did your best, and if she didn't appreciate you and left, well, I don't think you should have to be celibate for the rest of your life. Our circumstances are different. So, if I can give you some relief, but without giving away anything irreplaceable, well, I dont think thats so wrong is it? I'm just sorry I'm so useless. And I'm so sorry I hurt you.... how is it by the way?"

"Not to bad... pretty much recovered now."

"I was thinking... I want to make it up to you... could you maybe teach me? To use my hands well, tell me what feels good?"

I smiled and took her hands in mine, and place one supporting my balls and the other lightly around my shaft.

"Ok... rule one.. start very gently......"

(to be continued)

[duracel69]

A few minutes later I was sighing in extasy. With a few hints she'd soon got the idea and I took another deep breath as her soft warm hands stroked my rigid throbbing cock.

"oh yes... that's nice... keep it up babe..."

"That's good then?" She asked, turning her head to look at me. I noticed she was going a little bleary eyed, I guessed the alcohol had hit home.

"mmmm" I replied with a smile.

She went on nervously, "Are you going to ...um.... make a mess soon?"

I grinned at her wickedly."make a mess? oh.... you mean am I going to shoot my load? Am I going to empty my balls? Am I going to blow my wad? Am I going to ..."

"Don't be crude!" She scolded. "Well are you?"

Truth of the matter was I've never been one to come quickly from a hand job. Even my wife, who I have to say was actually pretty good with her hands (probably because the frigid bitch didn't like a cock inside her) had never been able to make me come quickly. And Marian, for all her efforts, was no expert. It felt good, but I could tell we were in for the long haul. On the plus side, I knew that I was probably in for an Earth shattering orgasm when it eventually happened. I smiled to myself in anticipation.

"Patience my dear, its going to take a while yet."

She frowned.

"Oh come on" I protested, "its only been a few minutes, you're not impatient already are you?"

"No! Not at all... I'll do what it takes, and I guess this is going to take longer than ...um.... intercourse?"

"Intercourse?" I chuckled "you sound like a school science teacher! I think you mean its going to take longer than if we had sex, or longer than
if I rammed my cock in your pussy or even if I fucked you in your cunt"

Her eyes widened in shock at my stream of obsceneties and she blushed a deep crimson.

"But, yes, it will take longer by hand than any of those things." I continued.

She winced a little; "My backs hurting a bit" she complained.

No wonder really, she was kneeling beside me, leaning over my lower torso, and with both hands busy on my cock it must have been quite uncomfortable.

"I'll tell you what" I suggested "Let me show you a good position for hand jobs, as long as you don't mind a little bit of leg to leg contact?"

"Show me" She replied, releasing my cock and straightening her back for a stretch.

I moved up the bed a little and placed a coule of pillows behind me to prop me up partly up. Then I eased my legs apart and patted the space between my calves. "Come and sit here, facing me, and then put your legs over my knees and your feet either side of me."

She looked a bit hesitant, but using her hands to support herself she lowered herself into position as I'd instructed.

"Now, you see you don't have to reach anywhere near as far forward, should be much easier than before."

With that, she placed her hands back on my groin and resumed her efforts. She grinned in relief "hey! thats much easier!"

I'm sure it was easier. But it was better for me too as well. Before I couldnt really see much of her, her arms had blocked my view of her tits and i could really only see the side of her face and a bit of her torso.

Now though, I had a superb frontal view, her chest gently bobbing up in time with her hand movements as her breasts swung enticingly as a result. I could feel the warmth of her legs pressed partly against mine. It was easy to imagine the trail of warmth leading up the inside of her legs and then into heaven between them. best of all, from my slightly elevated viewpoint I didn't even have to imagine it, I lowered my eyes and gazed up her bare legs ... and there it was, barely one foot from where my stiff cock twitched in her hand, a thin layer of lycra streched taut over her virgin pussy.

I stared between her legs for a long moment; my cock pulsed almost unbearably in her grasp. I looked up at her beautiful face and met her gaze. She looked so exquisite in the dim light, and there was so much I wanted to tell her, so much I wanted to share with her.

"Marian.... you're gorgeous. I admire you and I repect you.... I want to look after you. I'll take care of you, and treat you like you deserve. No more worries, no more loneliness... we could be really good together. I love you, and I want to make love to you."

"Shhh" She shook her head. "You're not thinking straight. You're frustrated, and I'm going to take care of that for you, but like we agreed, nothing else. Now lie back and think some naughty thoughts so you can... what was it you said? Oh yes.. shoot your load. I'm gonna make you do it, I'm gonna stroke your ..thing... your cock. I'm gonna make you come for me, I want to know what it looks like... you can do that for me.. I want to see your big cock shooting its load..."

I looked at her in amazement as she recited all my 'dirty talk' from earlier back to me.

"Does that help? Me saying those words" She whispered to me as she continued to fongle my balls and run her hands the length of my straining tool. I felt the first tingle, deep behind the base of my cock, the first tingle that would build and build until my spunk erupted.

"ohhh... yess.... that helps! But... i meant it... I want to make love to you... please, let me fuck you! I'm begging you, I need your pussy so badly!"

"Not going to happen... but if it helps, imagine it... use your head, imagine your cock is inside me, not in my hands, so you're gonna come deep in me, in my vagina."

I nodded; in my minds eye my cock was plowing between her legs, and I began to thrust with my hips. Harder, faster, deeper. Soon, she wasn't so much masturbating me, as holding her hands steady whilst I drove my cock upwards through her grasp.

"Oh yeah, thats it, shove it in me, I want your cum, I need your cum in me... You can do it...come for me... come now!"

By now I was close to orgasm. Every muscle in my body was screaming from the exertation. I was close... very close, but somehow I couldn't quite manage to cum.

I whimpered in frustration as my cock and balls strained for release. I imagined my cock buried in her, with my cum spurting into her most private places. But it was no good, her technique had me this far, but no further.

I fixed her with my gaze and said "Look, this just isn't working. You said you'd make me come, and if you can't do it like this, you need to do it some other way. Just let me screw you for fucks sake!"

"I said NO, and I meant it!"

"Then suck me for goods sake!"

"NO!!!"

"How about your tits? Give me a tit wank... Let me see them and feel them, maybe that'll be enough!"

"NO! For the LAST TIME, its a hand job, or nothing. And if you ask again, it'll be nothing, GOT IT!"

I glared at her in frustration, and replied, as calmly as I could manage, "You aren't leaving here until you've made me come, that was our deal. I gave you plenty of chances to back out, and I wouldn't have thought any the less of you. But now, you ARE going to make me cum, whether you like it or not..."

(to be continued)

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"No, I am NOT" she retorted, a flash of annoyance, releasing mycock. "Look - that's it - I knew this was a bad idea - I'm leaving"

In a flash, I grabbed her left wrist with my right hand, levering myself forwards. I put my left arm around her torso, capturing her right arm at the same time and squeezing it tight , pulling her towards me.

She tried to get up, but the angles were all wrong. No leverage with her legs as they were spread wide and bent over the top of mine. No way to push off the bed with her hands either.

"You're not leaving."

Her look of annoyance flared to anger. "LET ME GO"

Slowly I pushed her right wrist downwards, bending her forearm down and behind her torso so I could transfer it with my left hand. Now both her arms were controlled by my left arm, leaving my right hand free!

Her angry expression intensified; I pulled her closer to me, so close my stiff cock was wedged between us, throbbing against the heat of her belly through the soft lycra. Precum oozed from my cock, leaving a glistening stick mess on the material. My balls were nestled up against her groin.

"STOP!"

I reached up to the shoulder of her leotard, taking the strap in my hand. Then, with one sudden tug, I pulled it off her shoulder and partway down her arm, exposing her left breast.

Anger became panicky fear! "Oh noooooo..... please, please stop...."

I marvelled at the sight of her trembling breast. Bending my head down, I ran my tongue over it, savouring her salty sweat, and teasing at the nipple. My excitement grew, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and clamped it over her tit; licking, nuzzling and slurping like a wild animal.

"oh god... help me... somebody help me... AARGH!" her frantic sobs were punctuated by yelps of pain as I bit hard on her chest, leaving teeth marks that bruised almost as I watched them.

Then I pulled away, and looked at her fearful, tearful eyes. "Please stop! Let me go!"

"Shut up you prick teasing BITCH". I slapped her hard across the breast, my palm making a cracking sound as her breast jerked under my assault.

"Owww! no... no... please stop...."

I hit her again, across the face, still with the flat of my palm.

"oh Jesus.... help me...."

"Are you stupid? SHUT <slap> THE <slap> FUCK <slap> UP". Every word was punctuated by another hard slap to the face. Blood flew from a split in her lip, the side of her head throbbed an angry red and she stared at me with a dazed expression, her head weaving drunkenly.

I let go of her, she collapsed backwards down the bed, dazed. Quickly I pounced on her, pulling the leotard off her other shoulder, as she made stunned ineffectual movements to try and stop me. Quickly grabbing the belt from my towelling robe, I fliped her over onto her front, securing her arms behind her.

By now she was regaining her senses, trying to crawl away down the bed. Of course, its not easy crawling with no arms available. I let her stuggle for a few seconds before grabbing hold of the leotard strap, now around her waist.

It was almost comical. Every inch she struggled forwards peeled the leotard further down her lower torso. I watched in delight as her arse started to be revealed.

I teased her: "That's it you whore.... show me your arsehole... show me your cunt...".

Predicatable she stopped moving.

"What's the matter you slut? Shy?"

With one swift tug I pulled the leotard over her hips, and down her legs. She tried to clamp her legs together to stop me, but her efforts were fruitless.

I gazed in pure lust at the cleft of her buttocks, I reached forwards and placed a palm on each check, easing them apart, revealing her tight brown hole. I leant forwards and ran my tongue over it lightly as she shuddered in revulsion, tasting the sweaty tang of her anus, before running my tongue down towards her hairy cunt.

"Get on your knees"

"No", a small voice of defiance.

"Get on you knees so I can lick your cunt properly"

"No".

"Its really simple. I can fuck you in the arse right now.... is that what you want?"

Actually, i could have fucked her pussy easily enough. The myth that a woman can stop a man penetrating her by keeping her legs together is laughable, all I add to do was straddle her, and the pink gash visible though the thick luxuriant snatch would have been easily accessable from behind.

But after all the effort of reaching this moement, I was intent on savoring every moment, every taste, every scent. And that meant feasting on her cunt before I raped it.

<to be continued>

<apologies for the long break. My creative juices were exhausted. Don't worry, Marian will get whats coming to her soon enough>

[grimmer]

nice 1 . plz do finish :D

[MuggasWoman]

fantastic read please do finish

[Lawdad]

What happened to the rest of this wonderful story. Great descriptions, why not keep going? (so I can keep cumming)