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Mary gets a new trainer
My name is Mary. I’m a 5’6″, blonde with blue eyes with 35d breasts, well-built and stay fit. I’m happy to say I’m still a head turner. I work at it really hard and spend a lot of time at the gym. I’ve been married for 25 years. I’ve never cheated on my husband mainly because I’m too chicken. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has, but I don’t want to know. I guess you could say I am naive and choose to remain somewhat blissful in my ignorance. My husband is a mild manner man and what sex we do have is very tame. As I have gotten older, I have found myself yearning for more. But as I have said I’m too chicken to do anything about it. So, this is how my story begins.
My personal trainer at the gym moved, and I got a new one. He was a 6’2″ muscular black man about my age I guessed. His name was Jacoby but went by Jake. I assumed he had immigrated here some time back, because he still had a thick foreign, but interesting accent. I speculated it was South African or Nigerian or something.
He was a no nonsense, just the facts kind of person. He was very stern and pushed me harder than I have ever been pushed when we were working out. He was pleasant the rest of the time and we chatted sometimes. I found I really liked him, there was something about him. He was so confident and seemed so sure of himself.
On Thursdays my schedule demanded I go to the gym late. This particular Thursday we were practically the only ones in the gym. He pushed me really hard that night. Each time I wanted to stop he would sternly say something like, “Give me five more and no backtalk now.” He would say it so forcefully it was like I couldn’t resist, and would comply. I really worked up a sweat.
When we finished, he informed me the women’s showers were out of commission. He said I could use the shower in the men’s locker room. I looked at him with some doubt apparently, but he quickly added that it would be ok. There were only two other people in the gym and they were women. He said he would be sure no other men came in. So, I grabbed my bag and went.
When I entered, I saw that the men’s showers were a communal shower. No separations like in the women’s lockers. I thought well it’s ok, I’m the only one in here. I took off my clothes and put them on a bench and walked to the shower. It felt a little strange being in a big room naked, but I rinsed myself off and started shampooing my hair.
After I got my hair really lathered up, I heard another shower head turn on. I thought who could that be? I was the only one in there and then I thought it must be one of the other women. My first reaction was to shield my body somehow but I was not ashamed of my body. In fact, I was kind of proud of my body and didn’t mind showing it off.
Eventually my curiosity got the best of me and I washed the soap from my eyes enough to see who it was.
It was Jake. He was totally naked and shampooing his hair too.
I thought what the hell, then I looked down and noticed the size of his penis. Good gosh, it’s true what they say about black men. I have never seen a penis that large. It was flaccid but still was several times larger than my husband’s when he is hard. I was mesmerized. I couldn’t help but study it.
Then I realized we are both naked in this shower alone. What was I to do? I still had to wash the soap out of my hair and I hadn’t really bathed either. And my clothes were probably 20 feet away. I decided to wash the soap out of my hair quickly and then dash for my clothes. I had been staring the whole time this was going on in my head and he had finally washed the soap from his head.
He glanced over and said nonchalantly like everything was normal, “That was a good workout tonight, wasn’t it?”
I turned my head and faced the wall so only my backside was visible to him and said, “Yes it was.” I furiously tried to work the soap out of my hair. Why didn’t I ask him what the hell he was doing? But I hurriedly continued on with my plan of escape. He continued to leisurely shower as if this was all completely normal.
Then he says, “You are doing really well, I think next time we should kick it up a notch.”
He wasn’t even looking at me as I peered over my shoulder. He was so cool about this I began to wonder; was I wrong for feeling this was inappropriate. But yes, it certainly was. Then my eyes, if working on their own, traveled back down to his penis. That’s when he turned around and looked at me.
“Well, what do you think?” he said.
I stammered, “Think?” I looked up to meet his eyes. “Think about what?”
“Kicking it up a notch. You know, next time really pushing it. I mean you’ve already got a great body, but I think we can sculpt it to be awesome” he said, as if we were talking over coffee.
“Oh, well yes sure,” I said in a daze. Then finally, I found my wits to say, “I find it hard to carry on a conversation with you here with both of us naked. Why did you think it was appropriate to come in here and shower with me?”
“I urfa escort needed a shower and we have seen most of each other’s bodies already. It’s late and I didn’t know how long you would take. I’m not ashamed of my body and you have no reason to be ashamed of yours.” he said so calmly, it almost seemed logical.
“Well, I’m not sure where you’re from, but in this country this is inappropriate.” I said.
“I’m sorry if I have offended you, it was not my intent.” He said, very heartfelt and tenderly. “You should finish showering and pretend I am not here. I will do the same.” he said and turned and continued showering.
For some reason this put me at ease and decided to do as he said. I mean everything has already been seen at this point. I still did it rather hurriedly. And try as I might, I could not resist the urge to look at his penis again. He even caught me looking once or twice, but was kind enough to pretend he didn’t.
I finally finished showering and made my way over to my clothes and dressed quickly. I was bending down tying my shoes when he came over to the next bench and was toweling off.
He put one foot on that bench and was drying his hair when I looked up and saw his large penis dangling between his legs right at eye level. It was closer now and unobstructed by running water. I could make out every detail of it. I immediately felt a tingle between my thighs, and couldn’t help but wonder what something like that would feel like. I apparently was transfixed.
“You haven’t seen one that large before, have you?” he asked.
“What?”, I said as I looked up to meet his eyes. “I um, I’m sorry.” and then out of instinct looked back down at it.
“It’s ok,” he said, and turned to face me, giving me a full view. “I don’t mind if you want to look at it.”
I was stunned, I looked up at him standing there confidently like this was the most normal thing in the world. Like he was showing me a new pair of shoes or something. And then I looked back down. I wanted to stare at it. I wanted to study it. It was like I couldn’t control myself, I felt like I was in a trance.
Finally, I came to my senses and said, “Well, I better go. It’s late.” Grabbed my bag and practically ran out of the locker room.
“Ok, have a good night. See you next time.” he said as I left, like nothing unusual happened.
Now when you see a sight like that you can’t get it out of your mind. I know I couldn’t. I played the events over and over in my mind. I wondered if I could continue with him as my trainer. Perhaps I shouldn’t. But he didn’t act even overtly sexual. I apparently was the one that applied a sexual context. It was as if this was all normal to him.
I skipped my next session at the gym while I still mulled this over. But finally decided to continue and just be careful. Also, somewhere deep down, that I didn’t want to admit to myself, I wanted to see it again.
The next session Jake didn’t say anything about our last meeting or the fact I missed a session. He just started right in, with that same workman like approach. He did remind me that we were going to kick it up a notch. After some warm ups he had me doing some butterflies which work the chest.
After a few reps he put his hands on the side of my breast and said, “you want to feel it right here.” and then put his hands under my breast and lifted them and said, “this will keep them from sagging later in life.”
I just stared at him.
“Come on, do 15 reps.” he said sternly.
I complied and he placed his hands on the side of my breast again and asked do you feel it here? I told him I did. He did it in such a business-like manner it wasn’t like he was groping me, but my body disagreed.
Then he had me do the machine that works your inner thighs. As I was working, he put his hands on my inner thighs and slid his hands up and down saying you want to feel it all in here. I could feel myself getting wet. Was I wrong by being aroused by this? He apparently wasn’t, as I looked at his crotch. I could definitely see the outline of his large member, but I could tell it was not hard.
Mentally it was confusing, his touches were causing my reaction but I blamed myself. This only made my arousal grow as I realized I wanted his touch, but wondered why I had not aroused him. All of a sudden, I wanted to arouse him. I wanted to see him get hard. I was losing control of my thoughts.
I found myself continually staring at his crotch. When he stood over me to spot me, when I was doing some bench presses, I looked right up at it just above my face. I swear if he took it out right then, I don’t think I could have resisted taking it in my mouth. I was soaking wet by now and hoped it didn’t show through my tights. Luckily, I was sweaty enough that it was not pronounced.
When we finished, he mentioned the showers in the ladies locker room were still not working, but he assured me he would not enter this time until I came out.
I went in and showered. urfa escort bayan I was so aroused it was nice to get under the shower, but as I washed my body my hands found my breast and crotch. I began to pleasure myself to release the tension in me. I could only imagine him in the shower with me and looking at his large penis. I actually hoped he would come in like last time. But he didn’t and I brought myself to an orgasm and finished showering.
What was happening to me? I quickly dressed and exited to where he was standing waiting. I realized I had taken quite a while but he didn’t seem annoyed. He smiled almost knowingly and said, “have a good night, Mary, see you next time.”
When I got home, I was an emotional wreck. I was a married woman, and this was a black man I was suddenly lusting over. This was all so taboo, but it was exciting. I felt bad for having these feelings, but somewhere deep down I wanted to be bad. Then I found myself masturbating thinking about his large cock, imagining what it might feel like inside me.
And then the realization hit me. I hadn’t even made him hard. I mean I’m a good-looking woman. He even had his hands on my breast in my skimpy workout attire. And he had seen me naked. He was arousing me so, why had I not aroused him. Any other man would have been hard as a rock. Did he not find me attractive? Or was he that professional he could control it?
I now wanted to arouse him so badly. It was like an obsession growing in my mind. It was not fair for him to toy with my body this way and get away with it. I wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.
The next session was another Thursday night and I wore my sexiest gym outfit. I encouraged his touches, batted my eyes at him, practically threw myself at him, but still no rise in his shorts. Was it possible he was gay?
It was now a game. I had to make him hard. When I was doing butterflies, I took his hands and put them on my breast and said, “are they getting firmer?” He used his hands as if performing a scientific evaluation and responded yes, but we could still improve. I tried several other approaches and nothing.
I was only getting myself more excited. I did enjoy looking at his crotch most of the night. It was late when we were finishing but I asked to repeat a few exercises, mainly wanting to kill time to let the gym clear out. This seemed to please Jake that I was so eager to continue my training, and it did allow the gym to clear out. We may have been the only two left.
When he announced the shower situation hadn’t changed, I said, “Well, it’s late. You shouldn’t have to wait on me, and you have already seen me naked one time, we may as well shower together.”
He said very plainly and nonchalantly, “That is a good plan.” and headed into the locker room.
When I entered, he was already naked and heading for the shower. I stripped looking to see if he was looking, but no, he was starting his shower paying me no attention. Once I was naked, I entered the shower and chose the shower head right beside him. Not across the way like last time. I was going to show him my body and surely that would get a rise out of him.
But as we showered, he barely noticed me no matter how provocatively I tried to act. I was either looking to see if he was looking at me, or staring at his gorgeous cock to see if it was reacting. Finally, after a while he caught me staring at it.
“You can touch it if you like?” he said.
“What?”, I said as I looked up at him doe eyed.
“Touch it, Mary. I can see you are fascinated with it.”
This was not a part of my plan. I stood there frozen for a moment and looked back down at it. I did want to touch it. More than I had ever wanted anything in my life. I wanted to hold it and see what it felt like. But I also knew I shouldn’t. I started to say, “um, no I shou…”
But before I could finish, he said sternly and forcefully, “Take out your hand and hold it, no back talking now. Do it Mary.”
It was like in our training sessions to which I always responded. This too somehow felt instructive and not sexual, like it was completely normal and so my hand instinctively reached out and cradled it.
After holding it and feeling it’s texture and weight, without instruction I took my other hand and now held it in both hands. I looked down at the sight, his enormous black cock with my two tiny white hands wrapped around it. I immediately thought how erotic and felt my juices begin to flow.
“Is it what you were expecting?” he said very plainly.
I looked up at him, still holding it firmly. “Well, I didn’t know what to expect.” I said, and then said without thinking “how much bigger does it get?”
He took my hands and started sliding them up and down the shaft and said, “keep doing this and you will find out.”
It was not lost on me that I was now standing naked in a shower with a black man jacking him off, but I had to see it get hard. I was already feeling it escort urfa growing in my hand, and I had tried for so long to get him hard I was going to reach my goal.
As it got harder and grew in my hands it aroused me even more. My desires were taking over and I quickened my pace. I was now intently staring at it as if there was nothing else in the world. I thought to myself, there is no way that could fit inside me.
As if he were reading my mind, he said, “You must be thinking what it would feel like inside you and would it hurt.”
I hardly realized he cupped my ass with one hand as he said this. It was standing up now and getting harder, I was close to getting him completely hard, and I was already completely aroused.
He continued, as if he were giving a lecture on the subject, “It would hurt some when it initially entered, but that would soon subside. Then as it entered you deeper, you feel it stretch you and fill you up.” As he said this last part, he slid his hand from my ass to between my legs and inserted two of his big long fingers deep into my vagina as if to illustrate.
I gasped and almost climaxed, I think. I stopped rubbing his cock and my mind was swirling.
He immediately took his free hand, put it back on my hand on his cock and said, “keep going, don’t stop. You’re doing good. You’re almost there”
It drew my attention back to his cock now almost completely hard. It was amazing. Hard and long, big and strong. It looked like a work of art.
He then put a third finger inside me and started spreading them as he worked them in and out. My body was on sensory overload. I no longer was in control of it. I gave no resistance as his free hand now massaged my breast, and his big strong fingers rolled my nipples.
As I felt him really expand his three fingers inside me to apparently stretch me out, he said, “I think it is time you experience it.”
He scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the massage tables, where he laid me with my legs hanging off the edge. He turned and grabbed some massage oil and liberally rubbed it over his cock. It was magnificent, big and black and now glistening from the oil.
I was still transfixed looking at his beautiful cock as he placed oil in his hand and rubbed it in my vagina, pressing and stretching it as he worked the oil in.
He took his big strong hands and put them under my knees, lifted them up and spread them wide. I knew what was coming next. I knew it was wrong, that I should stop this, but I couldn’t. I wanted it so bad now. I had to know what it felt like.
He placed the massive head against my vulva, pulled me toward him and pushed into me. He stopped as soon as he entered, allowing me to adjust, I guess. He was right, it did hurt, I gasped and yelped slightly, but it was not unbearable and the hurt was not as strong as my desire to feel more of him in me.
I tried to relax and get adjusted. He pulled out completely and then re-entered. It hurt less this time. He did it a third time and I moaned.
“Good, you are ready now.” he said as he pushed deeper into me.
Good lord it was an amazing feeling. I didn’t know I could stretch that much. It was the edge of pain but the fullness of pleasure at the same time. I felt so full, so fulfilled, so complete as his massive cock pushed deeper into my pussy. I have never felt anything like it. I wanted his cock so badly.
He pulled back and then pushed back in slowly. I could tell he was still letting me get adjusted. He started stroking slowly in and out. I was in heaven; I didn’t want it to stop.
He then took a pillow from behind me and propped me up. I guess this was so I could see, and I looked. His massive black dick sliding in and out of my white trimmed pussy made me so horny I felt like an animal. He was only going about half way in and out but now I wanted it all. I reached and grabbed his forearms and pulled myself down onto him. My moans turned into growls and I wanted to feel more of his big black cock. I was panting and thrusting my hips.
“I see you are enjoying this. Now it is time for me to fuck you.” he said.
Shit, I thought he was, but I did want more so I encouraged him by saying, “You feel fantastic, yes fuck me please.”
He pushed my knees up to nearly either side of my head. I was now splayed before him and almost bent in half. And he thrust his dick deep, deep inside me. I let out a yell. It was overwhelming.
He began to thrust faster and harder. Deeper and deeper. I was moaning and screaming with pain and pleasure at the same time. I felt like I was being split apart. He began hitting my cervix. I had never had that happen before. At first it felt weird but soon I found pleasure in it.
“Oh gawd, yesssss fuck me. Fuck me harder” I yelled. He was pounding me hard and fast and I could take it no more, I started to climax. He continued to pound me as my orgasm took over. I felt my eyes roll back in my head and my body begin to convulse. Wave after wave of the orgasm washed over me as his big black cock continued to slam into my body.
It felt like it would never end. I was making indistinguishable noises and lost all body control. I could feel my juices running out of me and into the crack of my ass. I was panting so hard I could not catch my breath.
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