BACKGROUND
I used to be one lazy SOB. A little overweight, not very motivated, and well, slovenly. All of that changed when one afternoon when I was plopped on the sofa and the TV remote quit working. If you knew me then, you would know how much this pissed me off. I got up and changed the batteries, but the damn thing still didn't work. SO I took off the cover and started messing with the insides. (I am a plumber by trade, so I had no idea what the hell I was doing in there.)
Well I messed around with it for a few minutes, using some of my plumbing tools, then got pissed off and threw it. "Piece of shit!!" I yelled. I went over and picked it up and put the cover back on it. As I was stupidly pointing it at the TV and pushing the useless buttons, my girlfriend Kimberly walked in.
She was short, plump, and not all that pretty, but she usually put up with my shit, and didn't yell when we argued, so I kept her around. She said, "What are you bitching at now?"
"The goddamn remote is busted! Look!!" I pushed one of the buttons.
She got a faraway look in her eyes and said, "What do you want me to do?"
I was pissed. "Fuck you!" I said. "You can suck my dick, you bitch!"
No one was more shocked than I was when she walked over, pulled down my sweatpants and started sucking my cock.
I later discovered that the remote only works on women.
Chapter 8 - I need a personal Trainer
It was two weeks until the election when my main rival, Mr. Trenton Grasso, made a 'surprise' announcement that he was dropping out of the Mayoral race and resigning from the city council to tend to some 'personal issues' and 'spend more time with his family.' With the support of outgoing Mayor Thompson, and with the help of my special remote control, I was not only a shoe-in to win the election, but I was almost guaranteed the job for life.
Jill was on the rag, and while she was very enthusiastic about sucking my cock and swallowing my cum, I was looking for some new action until her sweet pussy was back in the game.
For a while I had been noticing a little 'middle-age spread' in my belly when I looked in the mirror, and that morning I decided to go and do something about it, so I got up and went in search of a personal trainer. I looked in the phone book, but none of the ads caught my eye. So I pulled up the Internet on my computer and found an ad for Alicia Brown, who, according to her website, had a small private gym which was located between my new house and city hall. I called to see if she was available.
The phone was answered by a very cheerful woman, who turned out to be Alicia herself. She had a very nice southern accent and an infectious laugh. She told me that in fact she had had a cancellation this morning and was available to meet me right away if i could. I said it was perfect timing.
There was a small headshot photo of her on the website, but it did not do her justice. I arrived at her address a half-hour later wearing a sweatsuit and sneakers, and she was there to greet me at the door. She was tiny, maybe 5-1 and of course very fit. I would guess that she was maybe 25 years old, and had lightly tanned skin and a sprinkle of freckles across her nose. Her smiling face was framed by straight blonde hair that was cut short, and her bright blue eyes sparkled as she welcomed me in.
She spent a few minutes with small talk, and then she showed me around the facility. There was an area with small free weights, a few treadmills and climbing machines, and an area with a mat on the floor and a wall of mirrors. Alicia explained that her workouts were geared toward the individual's 'fitness goals' and were designed not to be too strenuous. She told me flat out that if I wanted to be a 'musclehead' that this was not the place for me, and there were plenty of other gyms in town.
We were standing in front of the mirror wall, and I told her that I had not liked what I saw in the mirror lately. She said, "Strip off your clothes."
"What?" I said, caught off guard.
"Strip down to your underwear and show me what you don't like in the mirror. Then we can design a program to work on those problem areas."
Well, one problem area was the large bulge in my pants from seeing her tight body not only in person, but reflected in the mirrors. She was wearing a loose black t-shirt that did not cover her tight stomach, and a pair of black shorts that were not tight, but not long, either. Under her shorts she wore white tights.
Oh well, I decided, she asked for it. I took off my sweatshirt and pulled my sweatpants down to the floor, but couldn't easily get them over my sneakers, so I stood there with them pooled around my ankles.
She walked around me slowly and asked me to point out what I didn't like. I pinched the small love-handles on my sides above the waistband of my boxer-briefs and said, "These have got to go." Then I turned around and pointed to my legs and butt, and said "That's not bad, but could be a little better. I am a plumber after all."
She laughed. "I've seen worse," she said.
I pulled my clothes back on. She made some notes on a clipboard, and then took me over to the hand weights. She explained that we would work on a combined program with some light weight training to tone and shpe the muscles and some aerobics on one or more of the cross-training machines. She was friendly enough, but I could tell that she was all business.
She picked up one of the dumbells and demonstrated the first exercise to me. She bent over the bench with one foot on the floor and one knee on the bench, and her back parallel with the floor. Then she started pulling the weight up with her arm, as if she were starting a lawnmower. It was too much for me to watch. Her tight, perfectly shaped ass was toward me, and I couldn't take it anymore.
I pushed the button on the remote. "What do you want me to do?" she said with the weight held in mid-lift.
I was so horny. I had to have this woman soon or I would burst. "I want you to set down the weights and take off all of your clothes." I said. She did exactly as I ordered. I decided that it would be best to keep her under control rather than planting suggestions and releasing her.
She stood in front of me completely naked. Her body might have been carved from marble or drawn by an artist for all its perfection. She was very toned, but not grotesquely muscular. Her arms and legs were well-defined, and her tiny waist and flat stomach made her small breasts look larger than they were. She was perfectly proportioned for her height.
Her nipples were small and standing erect, like two pink cones with almost no areola surrounding them. Her breasts were firm, and her nipples pointed straight out toward me. Her pubic hair was shaved into a very thin strip of light blonde that was almost impossible to see.
"I am going to fuck you. Turn around and bend over the bench so that I can fuck you from behind." She assumed the position without a word. I stepped out of my shoes and pulled off my pants. I didn't even bother to take off my shirt. My cock was at full attention and pounding with anticipation.
I walked around in front of her and had her spit on my cock to get it wet, then I took up position behind her perfect ass, and nuzzled the head of my cock between the lips of her pussy. "Relax your pussy muscles so I can slide my dick in you," I ordered, and I entered her all in one smooth motion.
I stood like that for a moment, my throbbing cock buried inside her tiny cunt to the hilt. With my hands on her slim waist, I began slowly working in and out of her. Gradually I increased my tempo until I was pounding her pussy with abandon. I didn't even try to hold back and nearly fell down when I came. My cock spasmed inside her and cum dripped out of her pussy onto the floor.
I pulled my cock out of her with a 'pop' and sat down on the bench next to where she was still standing, bent over. Her face was flushed, but she had not said anything or made a sound, other than a low gunting each time I slammed my meat into her. I stroked her hair and said, "Squat down in font of me here and lick my cock clean with your tongue."
She sqatted like a baseball catcher in front of me and more of my cum dripped out onto the gym floor. I could smell her pussy juices, pungent and tangy, hanging in the still air. She lowered her head and began lapping up the mixture of our fluids from my softening cock. While I was enjoying her attentions, I realized two things. First that I wasn't nearly satisfied by that quickie, and wanted more, and second that the door to the gym was unlocked and someone could walk in at any time.
"Alicia, go out and lock the door, then come right back." I ordered. She rose gracefully and walked out to the front area, stark naked and not caring. I heard the lock click and she strolled back in.
"Now Alicia, I'm going to ask you some questions, and I want you to answer them absolutely truthfully. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
