How many of you women have a dark hidden fantasy, one so disturbing it scares you? Well I had one and as much as I was afraid of it, I couldn't get it out of my mind. I've had this fantasy every since I was a teenager and it never seems to change. I mean it's so disturbing I hate even writing about it. I fantasize about being taken by a black man, I don't mean rape, I mean I just let him have his way with me. The thing is, I'm terrified of black men, they are just so, so male. Most of the white men I know if you catch them leering at you they quickly turn away in embarrassment but the few blacks I've come in contact with will just keep leering at you as if it is their right. I consider myself a modern woman, although I'm not what you'd call a feminist I do agree with much of what they believe in. I've always controlled the men that I've had a relationship with, it's my way or the highway Buster, I've always said. I have to say any sex I've had I always got mine first, so to speak and yet even though I usually have an orgasm it's just not the exploding kind. That is except when I'm masturbating and fantasizing about, well you know what, and then I cum so hard it's mind numbing.
Well now that I have that off my chest let me tell you my story. My name is Ann and I am a thirty something woman in a rewarding job. No one has ever called me skinny even when I was a kid but now that I'm getting older, I find myself getting fatter. One day after getting off the scale that told me I had gained another two pounds, I stared at my naked body in the mirror. I thought 'you still look good from the neck up but the rest of you is in trouble.' My boobs, which were always my best quality, are now double D's and hanging against my belly. I looked at my ass in the mirror; if it gets any bigger, they are going to make me but two seats when I fly. That thought was all it took, I got dressed and went out to find a gym.
I walked into the gym by my house determined to change my life, I just had no idea how much my life would change. I stood at the counter tapping my fingers waiting for someone to wait on me. I said to myself oh the hell with this and turned around to leave. I heard,
"You can't leave yet I haven't even talked to you."
I turned around to just blow him off but stopped before I said a word. Behind the counter was the most beautiful specimen of a black man, no any man, I had ever seen, I mean it was as if my fantasy lover had come to life. I just stared and I'm sure my mouth was open.
"I know you want to join our gym and if you sign up know I can give you two free personal trainer lessons just so you can see if you like them."
Before I knew what I was doing, I had signed a contract. His nametag said Henry but if you asked me, I think it should be Adonis. Henry told me to step into his office for measurements so he could track my progress. He said next he would assign goals for me and then devise an exercise routine custom fit to my abilities.
I went with him to his office where he closed the door behind us and that meant I was now alone with my worst fear and my most exhilarating fantasy. He instructed me to stand and he took out a tape measure and began to measure me. Oh god, he was so close I could feel the heat of his body and just the faintest hint of his after-shave. His fingers rubbed across my nipples as he measured my chest and it sent thunderbolts down to my groin. Henry kept his arms around me as he next measured my waist and then down to my hips. I just wanted to melt into his arms but he remained aloof and professional. He came around to the front of me to measure my thighs and when he put the tape around he managed to rub his fingers into my pussy and right across my throbbing clit. I just prayed he couldn't feel how wet my panties were and then with another thought I wondered if he could smell how wet I was. Well if he could, he never mentioned it, to my relief.
He told me to sit at his desk so we could discuss what kind of exercises I was interested in doing. I told him I knew nothing of exercise and was even worried about being embarrassed in front of all the other people in the gym.
"I'll tell you what I can do; I have a few openings for private lesions at my house where I have a large gym. Of course, this will cost you more money but I can guarantee satisfaction."
I agreed to this without a second thought, in fact I don't think I could have said no to him on anything he asked. Henry said he was going to send me to his doctor to be sure I was healthy enough. He gave me the address and told me to be there at ten tomorrow. He told me my first session would be Thursday at eleven. I was in such a state that once I was in my car I had to rub myself to a climax before I could drive out of the parking lot.
I went to see his doctor; a woman who I thought looked a lot like me, meaning a full figured woman in her late thirties. She took a lot of blood, poked, and prodded in a lot of places that as far as I knew had nothing to do with exercising.
