John woke the next morning feeling more well rested and content than he has in a long time. He got up and grimaced, dang he was sore. His legs felt tight. He looked around, and there was no one else in his suite, so he went right to the bathroom to use the water closet and then shave, brush his teeth and shower. Before he finished showering, he could see movement in the suite but the steam prevented him from seeing exactly what was going on. As he opened the shower door, the smell of breakfast, particularly bacon, hit him and his stomach rumbled. He put on his robe, dried his slightly curly hair briefly to stop the drips and took his hunger out into the main room to chase the aroma.
Cory was just finishing setting up breakfast for him. She wore a pair of yoga pants and a fuzzy sweater, ya it looked like cashmere, that was very tight and barely went to the top of her yoga pants. When she made the slightest movements, it revealed her midriff. Right now she was bent over the table arranging breakfast and her entire lower back was bare and John could see her tensed back muscles flexed to hold her up. He was a little disappointed there wasn't a tattoo there. He thought it would be cute. John walked up behind her and stuck a finger in the back of her yoga pants, pulling them out so that he could look down her ass crack. She did not react in the slightest to his inspection and so John looked down onto those smooth, meaty little glutes and saw that Cory was not wearing underwear.
"Good morning," John said down into that ass crack.
Corry gave a little wiggle and shake that sent her glutes quaking, dancing for John. Then she stood up, with an extreme curve to her back so that her butt stuck out and turned her head to the side s that John could kiss her. It was a brief but wet full-lipped kiss that looked perfectly practiced. Sometimes they just work out that way.
"Good morning, handsome," Cory replied. "Start with that protein shake, please. We need to make sure you take in a minimum of 150 grams of protein a day."
John let her yoga pants snap back into position. "Thank you for the breakfast. This looks amazing. I feel like you are too good to me already. You're so beautiful to begin with. I'm just not accustomed to..."
"Shush. We will look out for each other's needs. Right, John? With truthfulness." Her freckles splayed across her nose so playfully, they always made it seem like she was flirting no matter what she said.
"You are the most refreshing thing I have ever had in my life and this is only the third day I have seen you." John slammed the shake in one fast go and then loaded up his plate.
Cory sat down at the small table opposite John and said, "I have a day planned for us. You and I will be spending time in the fitness room after breakfast. Then we will go into the yoga room, which is private where we will stretch you out good. After that we will lounge in the hot tub to let the heat penetrate your sore tissue. Then you will swim a couple laps in the pool before coming back up stairs for clean up. We could go out for some drinks then later or something."
John had slowed on his eating pretty quick, that shake took up some space. He shook his his incredulously, "I don't know, I'm pretty sore. I might have to take a rain check."
"You are going to be sore for several weeks as you become accustomed to exercise." Cory slid out of her chair, like her bones turned to jelly and she just flowed under the table in a blink of an eye. It looked like she was made of water for a moment. A second later, hands parted John's robe and fingers wrapped around his balls and limp cock and began pulling him under the table by his equipment.
"Yaaahhh," John gasped briefly he scooched to the edge of his seat and just as the hands were about to pull in too sensitive a manner, they relaxed and his limp dick was in a warm, wet place. He looked down, under the table and saw his rapidly hardening cock in Cory's mouth.
Cory's mouth was wide open and her tongue was licking the underside of his dick as her lips closed and she pulled back, massaging his growing length with her lips. "God I like seeing your mouth wrapped around me." Her thumb, index and middle fingers of each hand lightly squeezed and rolled around an individual testicle. "Uugh," John grunted out his appreciation.
The sensations on her attention were intense and he felt spoiled. He became rock hard and stopped eating to watch those dimples form and unform as Cory's mouth worked his cock. Her dimples reminded him of a fish's gills closed and then open as her mouth expertly worked him. John groaned his pleasure as his climax sparked just barely and Cory removed her mouth, grabbing his testicles with one hand and pulling down on them with some tension.
John's orgasm immediately went right back down like it fell off a cliff and she looked up in his eyes. She grinned. He wanted to see his cum splattered across those freckles. Her grin read him like a book. She had to know, right?
"Do you still think you want to skip what I have planned for today?" She blinked her eyes at him rapidly as she kissed the head of his throbbing cock, her torture complete.
John's eyes went wide, "Ohh my god, that is some manipulation. He smiled and shook his head side to side. "What if I held out on the exercise longer?"
"I might stick a finger up a lazy ass to get it moving." Cory looked as him all sassy, "Any other smart ideas? I am not accepting a 'no' from you."
""Whoooa then I get to stick something in your ass." John smiled to himself, envisioning the potential for anal sometime in his future. Wouldn't that be interesting.
"I think we could come to a compromise on something in the future." Cory batted her eyes at John and then suddenly swallowed his cock all the way down her throat.
Cory bobbed on him, "Gluuk. Gluuk. Gluuk. Gluuk. Gluuk. Gluuk." a half dozen times.
"Uuhgf. Uuhgf. Uuhgf." John grunted and gasped, completely unprepared for her attack. Her tongue swirled his head and seemed to squeeze and stroke him. It felt like she had a constrictor snake in her mouth and Cory was cheating of course, doing something with her tongue that no human could do.
Before John could possibly gain a modicum of control, his body tensed up with orgasm and Cory stopped, completely leaving him built back up with no off switch thrown. His mouth was wide open in shock as she crawled out from under the table. John watched her ass as she crawled, he could see her yoga pants outlining her pussy fat from behind until she started to stand up. Once she turned around her yoga pants framed the outline of her puffy vulva in an exquisite detail. Hands on her hips she said, "Let this be a lesson to you, John. I win all debates. Yes?"
"I certainly can't say no to you."
"Good. I don't think you and I are ever going to fight, John and it's not just because I believe in weaponizing sex, I enjoy spending time with you." Cory smiled sweetly at him. "Also, we will make sure you get the opportunity to work that tongue in the yoga room before we relax in the spa." Then she took on an almost scolding tone, like a day are teacher, "Now, shorts and a t-shirt mister. They are in the bag over there. I took the liberty of purchasing them since you have no athletic wear."
John dressed in the T-shirt and shorts as instructed and his day went exactly as Cory said it would. Including a free weight press, as Cory stood over the top of his head and he staring directly up at her camel toe while she gave instructions. Just as he was thinking he was positive that she was aware that she was talking to him through her camel toe as she stared down.
"Tell me, and remember our honesty, how do you feel about me manipulating you using sex?" As he met her gaze, framed by her puffy cameltoe he smiled. She never addressed it and he had trouble looking away from it. Instead he tried to memorize every contour, fold and crevice.
"I am all in, Cory."
"We need to approach each other with confidence. I want you to always remember that I don't want a weak man. Even when I am subjecting you to something that might make you uncomfortable, it just means I want to see you endure, conquer, and triumph." She smiled at me sweetly. "Please repeat that for me, John. It is the most important thing."
"Endure, conquer and triumph," John repeated. He couldn't wait until he was stronger. He wanted so badly to fit the description of a man from Cory's vision. He was sure Cory was stronger than he is even though he was a man that builds muscle easier. That didn't matter though, she was fixing him. Like a genie of some sort fulfilling two wishes of his: fixing his physical flaw and embracing his sexual being. This suited him just fine, he had devoted his life to the pursuit of economics and the flow of cash ruled his existence. It was now time for some self improvement. Most of the people he worked with at The Federal Reserve were asshats and he would really like them to feel they couldn't compete with him physically either. Mentally he was far ahead. He could admit that to himself. Fuck those guys.
After an hour and a half of resistance training they went to one of the yoga rooms. The weight training was light since John wasn't very strong. It made him quite tense and a good stretch was exactly what he needed. Cory knew this, of course and she led him in a stretching routine. First, she placed her feet a little wider than shoulder width and then bent over forward with her legs straight and laid her hands flat on the floor.
Cory was facing John and as she showed him the bend, she critiqued his form as he followed along with the stretch. "Keep your knees straight, John. Get a good stretch in those hamstrings. We need to get them trained. They are an important part of your base. We can't have them bunch up and get tight. Now stand up slowly and let them relax. Good. Then slowly go down." John bent all the way down to stretch his thighs. It pulled a little on his butt as well, but all he could focus on was that camel toe in his face. When he bent forward, her pussy was eye level.
"Up, John. Slowly. Go down. Up John. Go down." He kept staring into her pants. "Up." She looked in his eyes and her's had a twinkle on them. A smile played across her lips and as her dimples flashed, she leaned into John and kissed him. Her mouth opened and her tongue slid out and pressed against John's lips. It moved along his bottom lip before moving up to slide between his lips. He opened his mouth when she asked for permission to enter and he sucked in her tongue. She broke the kiss and huskily said, "Now on your back."
John laid down. Cory guided him through a series of stretched for his glutes with ankle on knee and then clutching it to the chest. Then a puppy dog pose with a leg out to the side and chest to the floor. Switching for each side, of course. John was straining through most of them and his flexibility looked pathetic, but he put in the effort. Before long he was flexing his mouth and said, "I need something to drink." He started to get up off the floor.
"It's not break time yet, John. Let's move on to alternating bicycle crunches." She motioned for him to come back to the floor, since he finished standing up.
"No, I am going to get a drink first. Hold on." John took a step towards the door.
