Dexter the Personal Trainer

I was fifteen minutes late, but I wasn't stressed about it. My client was my Aunty, so it didn't really matter that I wasn't on time.

"Dexter, nice to see you."

My Uncle had opened the door, and as usual he had greeted me as if I was his best friend. Then he hugged me. That was too much, I could hardly breathe. When he eventually released me, I stepped back to a safe distance, because there was a good chance he would do it again.

"Your Aunty is waiting for you in the back bedroom," he then paused before adding, "Be gentle with her, she is no spring chicken."

I nodded solemnly, and then he laughed. It was his big booming one that could wake the dead. He was still laughing as I went up the stairs.

"Hi Dexter, thanks for coming," then she glanced at the clock on the wall to make the point that I was late.

I muttered a quick, "Sorry," and she smiled. I was OK, she was just teasing me.

Last week my Aunty had asked me about the equipment she needed to buy. I had told her that she didn't need much. After a brief discussion, we settled on an exercise bike, and some mats. Anything else she could get later on. However, she had ignored my advice.

"What do you think?"

I looked at all the stuff in the room, there was more than I had in my Gym.

"Did you buy everything in the shop?"

She looked offended, but then she smiled, before saying, "I think I did."

I shook my head. I just hoped that exercising wasn't going to be a fad for her. In a few weeks she might pack it in, and she would then have all this expensive equipment sitting there doing nothing.

I wanted her to start with some push-ups, but she refused.

"I will do anything, but I won't do that."

That got Meat Loaf singing in my head, and I was now doing my best to ignore it. I liked to be in control, but making her do things she was adamant about not doing, wasn't a good idea.

"What about the bike, are you OK with that?"

She nodded enthusiastically, then she got on it. I watched her as she cycled. I would have liked her to be a bit quicker, but it wasn't too bad for a first time.

As she exercised, I thought about her. Aunty Margaret was three years older than her Sister. She was the sensible one. From what I have been told, Mother was a bit wild when she was a teenager, dating lots of inappropriate men, but Aunty married her first boyfriend, and they were still together.

She was still going strong after ten minutes. Her face was now red, and there was sweat on her top. When Mother had started, she had worn a tight T-shirt, and a short skirt. However, Aunty had gone the other way, preferring to be covered up. Her top was baggy, and she was wearing leggings.

"Can I stop?"

I looked at my watch.

"Yes, but only after you have done another minute."

She groaned, but she didn't stop. When she had finished, she remained seated for a while, slumped over and breathing heavily.

"I am so out of shape."

"You are a lot better than most people when they start."

That got a big smile from her, and she then sat upright, thrusting her chest out. Her top was baggy, but it couldn't completely hide her magnificent tits. As I wondered how big her nipples were, my cock started to grow. Mother's were impressive, but my Aunty's were supposed to be even better. It took me five minutes to get my cock back under control.

After forty minutes we called it a day.

"Thanks Dexter, I'm going to have a shower."

"OK, let me know when you want another session."

She just nodded, then she left the room. Half an hour later I was on my way to see Arthur, my last client of the day. He was an old guy, late fifties, and he was now a regular. When I got there he was wearing new gear.

"What do you think?"

I looked him over.

"Very nice."

His trainers were top of the range, even more expensive than mine, and his top was the ultimate in sportswear.

An hour later we were done.

"Thanks Dexter, you really pushed me today."

My face was serious, as I said, "Thanks," but it burst into a smile when I was outside. During our session we had spent more time sitting together talking, than exercising. However, I didn't mind. If he was happy with what we had done, then I was as well.

I was home first, then shortly after Mother arrived.

"We will eat when Becky gets in."

"No problem, but what are we having?"

"It's a surprise."

I looked at her, wondering why she was being mysterious, then she burst out laughing, before saying, "Leftovers."

I groaned, but really I didn't mind. It had been good yesterday, so it would still be good today. However, my Sister would not think that.

"Becky will not be happy."

After shaking her head, Mother said, "She is never happy."

I laughed at that, but then I started to think about it. Mother was right. When was the last time my Sister was in a good mood?

"I know we are joking about it, but what is wrong with Becky?"

Mother stopped what she was doing, and I could see that she was thinking about it.

"It started when she split up with William. When she gets another boyfriend she will be OK again."

What Mother had said made sense. My Sister wasn't getting any, and that was making her grumpy. I then shuddered as I imagined her being fucked. That was enough to put you off sex forever. I now had to get that image out of my mind. I did that by concentrating on Aunty's big tits. That worked, but it also got me excited. I desperately wanted to get my hands on them. Then I looked over at Mother. We could go to the Gym.

"Would you like another session with your own Personal Trainer?"

She was at the sink, with her back to me. Looking over her shoulder, she said, "Not now. Perhaps later on."

That would be too late, we needed to do it before my Sister got back. I moved behind her and put my hands out, cupping her breasts. She brushed them away, but only after I had managed to squeeze them. When I tried again, she turned around to face me.

After placing her hands on her hips, she stared at me, and then said, "No. We don't have time for this."

I quickly put my hand up her skirt. I must have taken her by surprise, because I managed to rub my fingers against her cunt before she spoke again.

"We really don't have time for this."

Then she sighed, and I knew I had got her. She was right though, we didn't have time, so this was going to have to be quick.

"Lean over the table."

She opened her mouth, and I thought she was going to protest, but then she closed it without saying anything. All resistance had gone, and she was now doing what I had asked.

As quickly as I could, I got her knickers off, and then I spread her legs. Her top half was now flat on the table, with her bottom at a nice height for me to fuck her. When I pushed into her I grunted, and she moaned.

"Fuck me hard with your big cock. I need to come."

I smiled as I gave her long strokes. In just a matter of minutes she had gone from, 'No' to 'Fuck me hard'. Very soon she would climax, and hopefully I would as well.

"How was my Sister?"

That took me by surprise, and I almost stopped.

She then giggled, before saying, "Did she tease you with those big tits of hers?"

I answered her with a quick, "No," and for some reason that made Mother laugh.

"They are a waste on her. If I had them, I would be able to get all the cock I wanted."

I had seven inches of very thick meat up her, wasn't that enough?

"She has never been fucked from behind, she thinks it's dirty," then she moaned as I went deep into her, before adding, "It is, that's why I like it."

She started to laugh again, but it quickly turned into a loud groan as I fucked her hard. I don't know what had prompted her to talk about her Sister, but I was glad she had, because both of us were now highly excited. As I continued thrusting into her, I tried to imagine what it would be like fucking my Aunty. Of course it would now have to be from behind, with her begging me to make her come.

"I'm nearly there."

I was as well. Two hard strokes took her over the edge, then another three gave me the climax I needed. As soon as I had finished, I pulled out of her. As I pushed my now limp cock back into my trousers, I looked at her, expecting her to move, but she was still bent over the table with her bottom sticking up. I felt a stirring in my trousers, if we had more time I think I would have tried to fuck her again.

"Becky will be back soon."

She mumbled something, but she stayed where she was. Then I heard a noise. It was the front door opening.

I hissed, "She's here."

I thought she wasn't going to respond, but then thankfully she did. When my Sister entered the kitchen, we were both seated at the table. There hadn't been time for her to get her knickers on, so I had stuffed them into my pocket.

"Hi, something smells good."

Mother smiled at her, and then said, "Leftovers."

I was expecting her to complain, but instead she just said, "OK," before leaving the kitchen to go to her bedroom.

As soon as she was out of earshot, I sniffed the air in an exaggerated fashion, and then I said, "Something smells good."

That made her giggle, and then, when she had stopped, she looked at me and whispered, "Yes, my pussy."

That got both of us laughing. Mother was right, the only thing I could smell was sex.

An hour after eating, we did go to the Gym. Fifteen minutes into the session I made a half-hearted attempt to fondle her tits, but she brushed my hands away. I was more relieved than disappointed. I wasn't in the mood, but I felt that I should at least try. When we had finished, she was red faced, and very sweaty. She still had a long way to go, but she was already a lot fitter than she had been before I became her Personal Trainer.

The next day I had a lie-in. My first client wasn't until ten, so there was no need to get up early. By the time I went down for breakfast both my Mother and Sister had left for work. As I ate, I thought about Aunty. We hadn't arranged another session yet, so I made a mental note to call her later on. A minute later I laughed out loud. My phone was ringing, and it was her.

"Is that Dexter the Personal Trainer?"

"Yes, and is that my favourite Aunty?"

That made her laugh. I only had one Aunty, but if I had more she would still be my favourite.

"I am now ready to be tortured again. Is tomorrow OK?"

It wasn't. I was fully booked. However, I didn't want to disappoint her.

"Yes, but it will have to be in the evening. Is seven too late?"

"No. Ted is out until eight so seven is OK. Would you like to eat with us afterwards?"

I quickly said, "Yes."

Aunty was a good cook, and it would be nice to spend some time with my Uncle. He was always good company.

"See you Wednesday, and don't be late."

Wednesday had been fully booked, but two clients cancelled at short notice. I was now free at five, but I kept to the original plan of seeing Aunty at seven. However, I did get there fifteen minutes early. When she opened the door to me, I was surprised to see that she was ready to start, but I was more surprised by what she was wearing. The baggy T-shirt had gone, she was just in a sports bra, and the leggings had been replaced by a skirt. She must have seen me looking at her, because she then explained her change of clothing.

"I've been talking to your Mother, she suggested that I would be more comfortable in just a bra and skirt."

When we got to the bedroom, I wanted her to start with the step machine.

"OK, but I want to do some stretching first. Your Mother says she always starts with that."

I was tempted to remind her that I was in charge, but I managed to bite my tongue. After the second arm stretch, I noticed her nipple, and as I stared at it, it seemed to get even bigger. I had to look away. By the time I had finished with her other arm, I was back in control, and my cock was limp again. It was now time to give her hamstrings a good work out. The first stretch took her leg high, and the second one took it even higher. As I held it, I realised that if I moved my head slightly, I would be able to look up her skirt. I resisted, but when she moved her other leg outwards, it was too good an opportunity to miss. I was expecting her to be wearing loose knickers. However, what she had on were small, and they were stretched tight against her, straining to keep her plump cunt from bursting out. I was mesmerised, and my cock was responding to the glorious view that I had, by trying to rip a hole in my shorts.

"Dexter!"

I quickly let go of her leg. When I looked at her face I could tell she was angry with me.

"What would your Mother say if I told her you were looking up my skirt?"

I muttered, "Sorry," then I hung my head in shame.

"Men, all you think about is pussy."

That shocked me. Her using that word was an indication of how angry she was. I was in deep shit.

"I am going to do some steps. And you had better behave yourself."

I nodded, then I gave her a weak smile, but I got nothing back. For the next fifteen minutes, while she was on the step machine, there was silence. However, that angry expression had now gone, and I was praying that my indiscretion would be forgotten.

"What do you want me to do now?"

"How about some weights?"

She hadn't done that before, but it was the first thing that had come into my head. She did less than ten minutes, and with just a few pounds on the bar. I had to stand over her, to help if she got into trouble. That was the easy part, not looking at her big tits while she pressed the weights, was far more difficult, but somehow I managed it. We ended the session with her cycling.

"Thanks Dexter, that was good."

I wondered if I should apologise again, but before I could decide, she came over and hugged me. That wasn't a good idea. Despite my best efforts, my cock was expanding at a rapid rate.

"I'm sorry for shouting at you. It's no big deal. I have my knickers on, so you didn't really see anything." then she laughed. I joined in, relieved that she was playing it down. However, as she continued to hold me, my cock seemed to get even bigger.

"Oh, I had better let you go."

When she released me, I quickly stepped back. She must have noticed my cock poking her, but thankfully she hadn't shouted at me. Then, without any warning, she put her hand on the front of my shorts.

"You are like your Uncle. When we first met, all I needed to do was touch him, and it made him hard," then she laughed.

I just stood there, not knowing what to say. It felt good having her hand touch my cock, and it then got even better as she started to feel it through my shorts.

"Dexter, you are a big boy," then she actually licked her lips, before saying, "A very big boy."

Her hand was now still, and there was a strange look on her face. It was a mixture of desire and apprehension. I decided to take the initiative. I brushed her hand aside, and then I quickly pulled my shorts and underwear down. She gasped when she saw it sticking out, fully erect.

"Feel how thick it is."

She grasped it, then said, "I can't get my hand around it."

"Stroke it."

She nodded, then she started to masturbate me, slowly at first, but then quicker as she got used to my cock. I reached for her tits, but she moved back. I waited a while, then I tried again, and this time she let me play with them. I went straight for her nipples, pulling and pinching them as best I could through her bra. She was now moaning almost continuously. I wanted to suck on them.

"Take your bra off."

That got a quick shake of the head from her.

"Please, I need your big nipples in my mouth."

Her hand slowed, as she thought about it, then it stopped. As she reached behind with both hands to unhook her bra, I just stared at her tits, mouth open ready to suck on them.

Sometimes, the anticipation is better than the actual event. For example, you get excited about a holiday, and then when it happens, it doesn't live up to the expectation. In rare cases it's better than you expect. That's what my Aunty's tits were like. They were a lot firmer than I thought they would be, and her nipples weren't just big, they were huge. Long and thick, and begging to be sucked.

I was now sucking on her as if my life depended on it, and she was stroking my cock at a furious pace. As I switched nipples, I felt the sap rising. I wanted this to last, but really I only had seconds before I was going to explode. I think I managed another ten, then I spurted into the air. When I had finished, I looked at Aunty's face, but she averted her eyes. Nothing was said, until we were ready to leave the bedroom.

"I think that got out of hand."

I smiled at her, before saying, "Yes Aunty."

It certainly had, and I was hoping that it would get out of hand again next time.

After we had showered, Aunty got the meal ready while I sat at the kitchen table talking to her. There was no mention of what had happened. Uncle Ted was late, but we waited for him to get back before eating.

"So what did you two do in the bedroom?"

I almost choked on my food, but Aunty took it in her stride.

"Cycling, steps, and some weights."

He shook his head before saying, "It's not for me. Sounds like hard work, but did you enjoy it?"

"Yes I did," then looking at me, she said, "Did you enjoy it Dexter?"

I shrugged my shoulders, and then I casually said, "It was OK."

I got a big smile back from her, because she knew that what I had said was for my Uncle's benefit, and that really it had been way better than just OK.

For the next two days I only had a few clients booked, which was just as well because I was ill and couldn't work. Nothing serious, just sickness and diarrhoea. Mother was sympathetic, but Becky was more concerned about catching it rather than my well-being. On Saturday morning I felt a lot better, and by the evening I was almost back to my best. That night in bed I even managed to knock one out. I made it last twenty minutes, and during all of that time I was thinking about Aunty, and her amazing nipples.

I had an early start Monday morning, seven fifteen. I would have preferred it to be later, but I was told it would have to be then, or not at all. It was a husband and wife, and both of them worked. Early morning was the only time they were both free together. They were new clients, so I spent the first few minutes finding out what they wanted from me. George looked to be about thirty, but Mildred was at least fifteen years older than him. However, it terms of fitness, they were on an equal footing. They wanted the exercise to be hard, but not too hard. I started them off slowly, but by the end of the session they were going strong. When I left I had two satisfied clients.

Next up was Julie. When she opened the door I was half expecting her to be naked, as she had been last time, but she was fully clothed. I got a quick peck on the cheek, then I followed her into the house. When we got to the Gym I started to open the door, but she turned to me and smiled.

"We are outside today."

She then pointed to a door at the end of the corridor. When we got to it, she opened it for me, then said, "Go outside and wait. I am going to get changed."

A lot of the equipment from the Gym was here, in her garden. I would never have thought of doing this, but it was a good idea. The weather was hot, and it would feel nice to have the sun on us while we exercised. Five minutes later Julie joined me.

"What do you think?"

"About being outside, or what you are wearing?"

She laughed, then said, "Both."

"It's a good idea, the weather is perfect for being outside."

She looked pleased.

"And my costume?"

"It's ideal," then I paused, before saying, "For a nineteen year old cheerleader."

She then laughed again, for so long, that I thought she was never going to stop.