Guilty and Dirty

by Bella Bryan

  “Lie down on this one for me please, Emma,” he said, pointing at the one next to him. “I just want to see how much you can lift just so I know what I’m working with. Don’t worry, I’ll spot you.” Emma straddled the bench with a leg either side and laid down on her back. She was aware of her giant breasts sticking straight up, whereas a natural breast would’ve fallen to the side. She was sure Jordan had noticed that too, and closed her eyes so she didn’t have to see him looking at her body. It didn’t help that her nipples were fully erect, partly due to the cool air in the room and partly due to her “condition”. They rubbed against her sports bra, and she was sure they were visible through the material of her tank top.

  “That’s great,” she heard Jordan say, and opened her eyes to see his face upside down above her head. His waist was just above her scalp, and her breathing quickened as an image flashed through her mind of what might be lurking inside those short shorts. Just a few inches closer to her and she wouldn’t have to wonder anymore…

  They spent the next fifteen minutes determining how much weight Emma could lift, before Jordan confirmed that he’d have her plan waiting for her at her next session. She thanked him and walked quickly to the changing rooms, desperate to be on her own.

  Her pace increased as she neared the lockers and she broke into a run as she spotted an empty cubicle, slamming the door shut behind her and locking it. Her orgasm came quickly, flooding her groin with heat and wetness as her leg muscles quivered uncontrollably. She pressed her lips together tightly so she wouldn’t make any noise, the wet patch spreading quickly over the spandex between her legs. Her climax was weak and unsatisfactory, and she flopped down on the little bench, which creaked slightly under her weight.

  “Shit,” she said breathlessly, leaning her head against the wall of the cubicle. She couldn’t believe it; her “condition” was coming back. She hadn’t had any symptoms for over a month, and she had been optimistic that she had them under control. It was that gym instructor, Jordan, with his sculpted muscles and hard torso. Jordan with his black hair and green eyes, and his tiny little shorts. Why did he have to be so fucking handsome?

  Emma sighed as she started to peel off her damp leggings. Having a personal trainer was going to be great for her fitness, but not so great for her condition. Emma had a feeling that there were going to be plenty more of these moments to come.

  ***

  “Okay, I want to try something different today,” Jordan said as he helped Emma sit up on the bench. It was three days later and Emma was at her second session with Jordan. She’d been trying to prepare mentally for her next session, and had even masturbated in a cubicle in the locker room just before she had to see Jordan. She was trying to get rid of some of her sexual energy. It hadn’t worked, and she was feeling hornier than ever. It didn’t help that Jordan was wearing his little shorts again, although today he had paired it with a tight white t-shirt, his large nipples visible through the fabric.

  “I want to do some floor exercises with you,” he said, pulling a thick mat off a pile in the corner and laying it on the floor. “Please, come and lay down and I’ll show you what I’d like you to do.”

  Emma did as he asked and lay down next to him, feeling conscious of the fleshy rolls hanging over the waistband of her leggings. She’d worn black today so any wetness that appeared would hopefully be disguised. She could already feel the telltale stickiness in her panties, and shuffled away from Jordan slightly as she lay on her back. The closer she was to him the more likely she was to be unable to control her arousal.

  “Okay, so we’re going to do some hip thrusts now,” Jordan said, lifting his waist from the floor, the muscles in his calves flexing. Emma felt her stomach sink as her pussy twinged in her panties.

  “Just raise your hips like this, and then hold for ten seconds. We’re going to do twenty reps of those and then see how you feel.” Jordan lowered his body and sat up, looking at Emma expectantly. She took a couple of deep breaths and began to slowly raise and lower her hips, feeling her arousal increase with each thrust. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to stop the inevitable. A frisson of electricity travelled down her body and exploded in between her legs during her fifth thrust and she moaned out loud, allowing the feeling of pleasure to spasm through her body. She bucked her hips with each wave of pleasure, feeling her juices squirt out of her pulsating cunt and saturating her leggings.

  Emma’s chest moved up and down with each breath as she lowered her body to the floor. She opened her eyes, cringing already at what she was about to face. Jordan’s expression was one of shock, his mouth slightly open and his eyebrows raised under his black fringe of hair. Emma sighed, preparing herself for the conversation that she’d had with so many people.

  “So I’ve got a medical condition,” she began, unable to meet his eyes. She picked at one of her bright pink false nails as she spoke, feeling like she wanted to be anywhere else but there with Jordan.

  “It’s called PGAD, and it’s short for Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder. Basically it means that I have orgasms without warning, and it’s not something I can control.” Emma stopped and glanced over at Jordan to see what effect her words were having. His eyes had widened slightly, but he remained silent, so Emma continued.

  “I know how bad it is, and I’m really sorry if it’s made you uncomfortable at all. If it’s not something that you can deal with, then I don’t mind if you want to transfer me to another personal trainer. Obviously I’d rather you didn’t, because I’m really enjoying my sessions with you, but I’ll understand if you want to move me.” She paused and waited for his response. He looked shocked, confusion displayed in his beautiful emerald eyes.

  “No, no, of course not,” Jordan responded finally. “I, uh, I’ve just never heard of that before. I didn’t know it was something that could happen to a woman. If anything, I’ve always found women notoriously difficult to please!” He laughed at his own joke, and Emma smiled at him. She didn’t want to have to train with someone else. She liked Jordan’s company, but she had to find a way to control her symptoms around him.

  “Yeah, it’s definitely an unusual condition,” Emma said. “But I’m glad you aren’t leaving me. I’ve really enjoyed our time together so far.” She blushed and looked up at him coyly through her thick black eyelashes.

  “I really enjoy training with you too,” Jordan replied. He leaned in close to her, and lowered his voice. “And, if I’m being honest, that was quite a turn on watching you come like that!” His eyes sparkled as he looked at her intently, and she felt another twinge in her cunt.

  “Woah,” Emma said, leaning back with her hands out in front of her. “You definitely can’t be saying things like that if we’re going to continue training together. I have to keep this under control, but it’s difficult when you’re over there looking like Elvis Presley!”

  Jordan laughed loudly, throwing his head back and giving Emma a good look at his perfectly even white teeth. “Well, that’s definitely the best compliment I’ve had all day! Come on, let’s move over to the rowing equipment.”

  ***

  Emma pulled her tank top over her head and down over her torso, marvelling at how much better her clothes were fitting her already. This was her sixth session with Jordan and she could already see the weight dropping from her body. Her arms and legs looked more toned and defined, and her hips were starting to show again. The rolls of fat on her stomach were slowly shrinking, and she turned around as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her fake breasts looked even more impressive against her increasingly svelte figure, and she smiled with happiness. She’d even bought new clothes this week, and they were two sizes smaller than her old clothes. Her spandex gym clothes were even looking good on her.

  She ran a brush through her hair quickly and applied some balm to her lips, wondering if the make up she’d applied an hour earlier would last through a gym session. She’d decided to start making more of an effort with her appearance
after spending so long not caring. Her mood had improved, and because of that the symptoms of her condition had also reduced. She was still climaxing several times a day, but she found she was able to control her urges a lot better than she could previously. It was still difficult when she was around Jordan though. Emma swore that he got more handsome every week. He flirted with her constantly, and she was hoping that he might ask her out when they were finished with their sessions. Then he could really show her what a good workout was.

  Emma left the changing room and strode confidently into the gym, smiling at Jordan when she saw him wiping down one of the machines. The room was completely empty, and the radio played dance music at a low volume. She looked around, surprised that she couldn’t even see any other trainers in the room.

  “Where is everyone?” she asked Jordan as she approached him. He stood up, throwing the towel over to the next machine.

  “There’s a weight lifting tournament downtown this morning, so the guys have all gone to that,” he replied. Emma saw his eyes quickly glance at her breasts, and she tossed her hair back and pushed her chest forward ever so slightly. She had never felt sexier, and it showed.

  “I think most of our members have gone too, so it’s just me and you this morning,” he said, grinning at her. Emma saw a wicked glint in his eye, and felt the muscles between her legs contract. She bit her lip hard, trying to distract herself from her growing arousal, and it slowly faded away.

  “Shall we start with some floor exercises?” he asked. Emma nodded and they moved over to the secluded corner of the room, where Jordan placed a mat on the floor for them both.

  “I can see your body is already showing the work we’ve been putting in lately,” he said as she lay down on the mat. “Everything looks alot firmer. I don’t think we’ve got much more work to do. I’d still like you to come here a few times a week for maintenance, but you look pretty perfect as you are right now.”

  “Well, thanks,” she said, embarrassed but also glowing from the compliment. “I can definitely feel the difference in my body, so I’m really pleased with the results already.”

  “I hope you don’t mind me asking,” Jordan began, his cheeks blushing slightly. “But how is your condition now? Has it improved at all?”

  “Oh yes,” Emma said enthusiastically. “I feel a lot more in control now. It’s not completely disappeared, but I’m able to manage it alot better now. I’m not sure if that’s because I’m stronger, or because my body is changing, but I’ve definitely seen an improvement.”

  Jordan nodded, considering her reply. “The reason I ask is because a lot of my clients report an increase in sex drive when their body shape starts to improve, and I just wondered how that would work for you seeing as your sex drive is already incredibly high.”

  “Well, that’s actually not true,” Emma admitted. “Although I have multiple orgasms a day, that doesn’t mean I want them. I haven’t had sex in quite a while because of my problem.” Her mind briefly drifted back to the fling she’d had with her gorgeous plastic surgeon. Unfortunately, it hadn’t lasted and had fizzled out as quickly as it had started.

  “Although saying that, now my symptoms are under control I’ve definitely noticed that I feel more turned on, and I actually want sex these days,” she continued, looking up at him. He stared down at her and their eyes met. They shared a long look, both of them feeling the sexual tension in the air.

  “Well, maybe I can help you with that,” he murmured. Emma’s eyes travelled down from his face to his groin, where there was an unmistakable bulge at his crotch. She looked back up at him, and saw a confident smirk on his face.

  “Like what you see?” he joked. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, exposing his perfect washboard abs. Emma’s eyes widened and she felt her nipples harden under her tank top. He grinned at her as he lay down on the floor, pressing his body up against hers. He leaned down and kissed her passionately, and Emma reached up and buried her fingers in his soft, dark hair. He was an excellent kisser, his tongue darting into Emma’s mouth as his hands began to caress her full breasts. He broke off the kiss and pulled down the front of her tank top, exposing her braless breasts.

  “Wow, these are fucking incredible,” he breathed, clearly turned on by Emma’s body. He pressed his mouth onto her hardened nipple, making her cry out loud with pleasure. She felt her panties growing sticky with excitement. She had fantasised about Jordan touching her like this. She couldn’t believe it was finally happening.

  Jordan pulled the spandex leggings from Emma’s waist, revealing her white panties. He bent down close to her pussy, touching the wet patch that had formed on the gusset. His eyes were half closed with lust, and Emma thought he looked even more like Elvis with that sensual expression on his face. He pushed her panties to the side and buried his face in between her legs, his tongue delving into her aching cunt. She gasped as his fingers found her clitoris, and she fought with her aroused body not to orgasm instantly. She had to wait. She wanted to know what his cock felt like inside her.

  “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by her pussy lips. She bucked her hips against his face, wanting more, as he massaged her clitoris. She looked down and saw his hair flopping over his sweaty brow and felt a jolt of pleasure run through her body, almost pushing her over the edge. She had never had sex with someone so attractive, and couldn’t believe he was eating her pussy with such intensity.

  Jordan pulled himself away from her, quickly yanking down his tiny shorts and revealing his cock. It was perfectly sized, not too big and not too small, and rock hard. The tip was purple and looked on the verge of explosion, and a clear drop of pre come glistened under the harsh gym lighting.

  With her panties still pushed to one side, Jordan plunged his cock into her cunt, his mouth open in ecstasy. Emma closed her eyes and ground her hips against his, their bodies moving together in perfect unison. He thrust into her again and again with impeccable rhythm, his hands digging into her hips. She felt her orgasm building quickly and powerfully, and reached her hands around to grab his ass, pulling him even deeper inside her.

  “I’m gonna come!” she gasped, her pussy muscles gripping Jordan’s shaft as she climaxed forcefully. She felt him come at the same time, his hot spunk running out of her cunt and down to her asshole. Her orgasm flowed through her again and again, and in the midst of her pleasure her mind noted how much more powerful her climaxes were when she had a cock inside of her. The orgasms she had during the day were nothing compared to this.

  “Shit,” Jordan said as he pulled him semi erect cock from her and rolled onto his back. They were both panting heavily, sweat glistening on their bodies.

  “Well, I can honestly say I’ve never done that in a gym before!” Emma said, laughing as she cleaned up the mess they’d made. Her pussy quivered as she wiped Jordan’s come from her lips.

  “Me neither,” he said, smiling at her as he grabbed her hand. She leaned down to kiss him, his lips soft and sensual. He pulled her towards him, nestling her satisfied body under his arm.

  “That was definitely the best workout we’ve had yet!” Emma giggled, finally happy that she’d found someone to satisfy her. She couldn’t wait to see what else Jordan could do with his body. She sighed happily and snuggled into him, feeling content.