There was a new gym in town, one for just women to go to. There were male instructors but no pervy men sat on the weights watching to see if they can see a bit of a camel toe or side boob. All the instructors were big, muscly guys (just my type, despite my marriage to my husband, Stu, who is not).
I had seen the adverts and thought it was worth a shot, especially as the advert said there was an offer on for 2 free sessions with a personal trainer. I'd phoned up to book my appointment and to take advantage of the offer. On the day this happened I showed up at the gym really needing a good workout and to get rid of some serous stress. I arrived and was assigned a Caribbean God by the name of Maikel.
He was 6 foot 1 and built like an absolute tank. There was not an inch of fat on him, everything was muscle. Despite him being black I could see he had tattoos. It was like someone had took an imprint of my dream man and stuck him in this gym all to myself. He looked like he could easily pick me up and throw me around, not an easy task considering I'm what Stu likes to call me, a BBW. He had a pair of loose shorts on that we struggling to conceal what looked like a snake of a cock. When he spoke, he had a ridiculously sexy Dominican accent that made me instantly damp.
I started having to internally fighting urges I had never had before. I had never even thought of being with another man, even though Stu and I endlessly teased each other that we were seeing other people. Now though, I started having filthy thoughts of Maikel lifting my hot sweaty body up and ravishing me. I pushed my deceitful thoughts aside and concentrated on what I came here for. To have a really good workout and that's all.
Maikel showed me all around the gym and asked me what I wanted to gain from coming here. I explained that I wanted to increase the mobility in my dodgy legs and lose a bit more weight and generally tone up. He was very complimentary as we ran through some basic test, blood pressure, pulse rate etc. I've always had a surprising low blood pressure for a girl my size. I'm a size 18 waist now with 40GG tits. I used to be a lot bigger but have gradually lost the weight leaving me where I am now. Stu compliments me loads anyway but coming from this hunk sent a shudder down my spine and elsewhere.
After the tests Maikel led me to an exercise bike to start me off. He wanted to start me steadily to get my joints warm without putting too much pressure on them. He was really giving me the full one on one trainer experience. He stayed with me encouraging, pushing me, but also easing me down so I wouldn't hurt myself. After 20 minutes on the bike, I was really sweating. If Stu could see me now, he'd be going nuts, he loves seeing me all sweaty, the freak. As I stopped peddling, I could feel how wet my leggings were. The crotch in particular was drenched, I told myself it was purely from the workout but as I glanced up at Maikel offering me a towel and a cup of water, I realised it wasn't just the workout. Once again, I tried to push these thoughts out of my head and more importantly out of my increasingly needy pussy.
I climbed down off the bike, and I wobbled slightly as I stood. Maikel caught me with his big, strong hands and again me legs went weak, but this time for another reason. As I steadied myself, I thanked him and asked what was next. He suggested we go over to a weights bench and do some work on my arms and chest. I agreed and we walked over and had a chat about who I had at home, so I pointedly mentioned Stu to make sure that he knew I was married. I joked with him about how we have a laugh about me shagging whoever I can whilst he's at work and him fucking every woman at work. Not sure why I told him this, but I felt so at ease with him. We arrived at the weights bench, and he started to get it set up for me.
I lay down and got in position, my uncle used to teach me the proper technique etc. So, I knew the basics. I did feel a little exposed as my legs were apart straddling the bench and I knew that if any other guys were here, they would be getting a great view of my wet crotch framed in my tight leggings. Luckily, there weren't, in fact I realised there didn't seem to be anyone else here at all. There had been a young girl on reception, who had fawned after Maikel, but since then I had not seen anyone. I was brought out of my daydream by the clash of steel on steel as Maikel placed a bar with some weights on, onto the bench above my head. I looked up at him and then glanced at the weights on the bar. Initially they were small ones, aiming to tone. As I looked from side to side my gaze came across his shorts. I could have sworn that I saw the biggest cock I'd ever seen just peeking out. It looked like a massive purple headed anaconda. It would certainly choke me anyway.
I must have grinned or blushed because he moved slightly, and it was gone again. Maikel held onto the bar either side of the hand grips indicating where I should grasp the bar. I moved my hands next to his massive digits, looking this closely each one looked bigger than Stus' cock, once again I felt a flood of wetness surge to my crotch. Maikel tightened his grip and helped me lift the bar. As he helped me lower it, he bent his knees slightly and his massive cock dropped out of his shorts again. The shock made me lose concentration and the tension in my arms. He easily caught the weight, but he also bent his knees more in the process. This caused the purple beast to emerge more. So much so that it dropped until it touched my lips, that were slightly open. I gasped again loudly, in the process my tongue flicked across the eye, drawing a thick bead of pre-cum into my waiting mouth. The salty fluid hit me like a truck, a big, horny truck.
Maikel groaned as I licked his big bell end. Thoughts of Stu crept into my head, thinking what would he do if he could see me now. Sweaty, horny and my lips about to wrap themselves around another mans cock. I re-gathered myself and pushed my arms up to take the weight of the bar and put it back on the rack. As I pushed, Maikel straightened his legs moving his delectable cock back away from my mouth, but not before a big trail of pre-cum could escape and drip and trail itself up my face. As gravity finally affected the rope of cum it splashed onto my lips, engulfing my tongue with it sweet saltiness.
My senses started running wild, now starting to be driven by lust. Here I was faced with pretty much my dream man, his cock had just been on my lips, leaving a trail of his seed on my face and tongue. My conscience was still trying to nag at me that I had Stu sat at home. We joked all the time about me fucking other guys, especially black ones but now it looked like I could really have the opportunity to do it. I know Stu has a fantasy of watching me with another man, seeing me getting filled up, but like a lot of our fantasies we both knew they would never happen. I looked up after what felt like 10 minutes but was probably only a few seconds. Maikel had a sly grin on his face, obviously he enjoyed the inadvertent attention my tongue had given him. He could probably see the confusion of my predicament on my face, under his cum of course. The beast of a cock was still visible and was now starting to cause a tent the size of the Blackpool tower. Judging by the grin on his face and the direction his eyes were pointing my arousal was starting to become visual. I glanced down and saw that my nipples were rock hard. I also could feel that my pussy was soaking both from sweat and pure arousal.
I slowly sat myself up and turned on the bench to face towards Maikel. Now I was at eye level with his crotch. His cock was now really straining at the material of his shorts, a growing wet patch spreading as his pre-cum soaked the front. It was approaching decision time. My pussy was sending signals to my brain to let me loose on this once in a lifetime opportunity.
"I need to use the phone a minute" I said, mainly to break the silent tension. I swung my legs round to stand using my hand on the bar to steady myself. As I placed my hand on the bar though it caught on his huge member the combined tension of the shorts and its stiffness caused it to spring free. The thing was huge. Bigger even than I imagined it.
"I really need to use the phone!"
I stood and quickly went to the changing room to grab my phone. I checked my face in the mirror and the cum trail was still there. My mind, being full of naughty ideas, thought it would be a great idea to send Stu a picture of my cum laden face with the caption
"Its from a BBC and it tasted delicious, really sorry it was an accident!!!" Before I had time to think I had pressed send. Stu saw it straight away. Fuck. No time to delete it. He replied immediately
"Fucking slut lol, is it really what it looks like?"
"Yes it is, really, really sorry, I'm going to leave here quickly. I saw the whole thing. Its so big!!!!"
"Are you sweaty and horny?" came the reply.
"Yes sorry sexy!"
"Don't come home yet, go back and see if it really was a mistake. If not I want you to have some fun. The only condition is no coming in your pussy. Once you're done phone me and I'll come and pick you up!"
What the fuck!!! He must really like that fantasy.
"Are you sure sexy? I can leave right now with no problem. Nothing was forced, his head dropped into my mouth as he squatted to lower the weights bar for me. He was leaking from the tip and when he pulled away it streamed like it is in the pic"
"Do you want it?" he asked.
"Yes sorry sexy, but I don't have to have it" I replied shamefully. "Go for it sexy, like I said he can fuck you whatever u want but no come in your pussy. Infact let him cum on your tits, don't get rid of it, I want to see the evidence of your fun!" he replied.
"Ok sexy, I promise and thank you, are you getting off on this?" "Of course I am, now go and get fucked by that big black cock!"
