“Y-Yes, Oh God, yes.”
“Good. Then what do you want?”
“Just to please you, sir,” it was the answer I thought he wanted to hear, but now more than ever before, it was the truth.
“Oh, you will, Melanie. And that is part of the answer. But if I’m going to test your sexual limits, I’m going to need to understand you a little more. So I’ll ask you again - What do you want?” I can’t find the words to answer his question.
The naive virgin I was had no idea of the deep sexual needs that I had but wasn’t yet familiar with.
“I - I don’t know how to answer this,” I flinch, as Kevin lifts the remote control in response.
“Well let’s see what comes out when I do this,” The vibrator changes to short rapid bursts of energy that stampede through my twat and cascade further up my body than before. I can faintly feel the hum in my mouth which is now agape as I voice my sexual .. The first few seconds are the hardest as I feel my slit quivering, begging me to give in and cum. I have to hold my breath and control my breathing to keep from being overwhelmed and giving in. With Kevin watching me, I know I can postpone my eventual collapse into ecstasy, but I’m not sure how much longer I have.
Kevin reaches for a fistful of my hair by the back of my head and pulls my lips up to his meaty cock. My tongue is nearly hanging out of my mouth in anticipation. I want him to take me so badly I could faint. I take it in my mouth and feel the flood of saliva that fills my mouth as I explore the under part of Kevin’s shaft with my tongue. I’m overcome with sheer ecstasy
As the vibrator forces me into submission and Kevin’s meaty shaft claiming my mouth my mind is distracted enough to intuitively accept myself for who I am. Being thin wasn’t the same as being confident, and the sexual electricity that dominated my body validated it all for me. I mean here I was, being throat-fucked by the man I’ve lusted since I was a teen. I was his now, more than I ever was when I worked out every day. Being thicker wasn’t just something I felt ok as, it felt like how I was supposed to feel.
My eyes open as I return to our session with a new purpose. As brutal as the vibrator has been, I now know I can take much, much more. My pleasure can wait. Right now Kevin’s semen is the only thing I can think of. To be bathed in my muscly personal trainer’s hot cum is all that I want in the world. As his 8-inch thrusts into my throat go so far that my chin nearly touches his balls, I start to fantasize about fulfilling him. My voice my quivers in hums for more onto his cock. I can see he feels my voice touching him and his cock gives another hardening surge in response.
“Did you learn anything from that, Melanie? I’ll one more time - What do you want?” My words then pour out from me as pure, unfiltered desire.
“I want your cum, sir! I want it inside me! Oh, please. Please, sir! Fuck me,” I howl. Kevin disappears from my vision again as he walks behind me.
“That’s more like it, Melanie. But as I’ve told you, that’s not happening tonight.” My body still so depraved I use what little motion I can muster to press against the head of the vibrator. “Yeah, just like that. Be a whore for me,” he commands, and I can feel another hard smack against my ass that ripples down my curvy thighs.
“I will, anything you want! Please, let me feel your cum on me! Please make me your bitch, I’ll do anything, sir,” I plea so loud that I’m practically screaming.
“Beg,” he slaps.
“OH GOD, please!”
He slaps my ass again, harder, and I can hear him servicing his cock in his hand at the sight of me.
“Please, sir! Please, I’ll do anything you want!”
His spanking escalates as I grind my cunt against the vibrator head, begging the muscular brute to lather me in his cum. To mark me as his.
“Oh, use me. I’m your chunky little whore, I swear -” I interrupt myself with a gasp as Kevin at last moves toward me and pulls my underwear to the side. I brace for the sting of his cock penetrating my virgin-delicate mound, but it never comes. Instead I feel a the warm stream of Kevin’s man-juice shoot directly onto my cunt, mixing in the cascading flood of my slit. When he’s emptied his balls he slides my underwear back into place and presses the mix hardly onto my cunt. The feeling is pure bliss. It’s exactly what I’ve always wanted. I still, of course yearn for him to take my virginity, but it can wait.
“I’ll let you come once tonight. If you agree to one more task for me, Melanie,” my legs quiver again at the thought. But he’s brought me down to a level of sexual depravity such that I’ll do anything for a release. Already
“I’m yours, sir. Anything.”
“I’m going to untie your hands. And I’m going to turn the vibrator to it’s highest setting. If you can restrain yourself from cumming while you eat the entire meal I just left on your pussy, then I’ll allow you a pass so that you’ll never forget this moment. The moment you officially became my chubby little whore.”
The second Kevin untied my hands from their bounds he clicks the remote.
The powerful solid stream of vibrations brutalizes what’s left of my obliterated virginal sex. I scream in between shoveling the scraping handfuls of Kevin’s hot, sticky man-soup from my cunt to my mouth. The taste of his cum in my mouth makes me salivate more until drool and splooge runs down the side of my mouth to my chin. I look pathetic, I know, but I love strict direction given to me by Kevin. I crave it more than any other structure. I confessed my desires to him, as he asked, and he’s exploiting them thoroughly. Right now, there’s nothing I won’t do for him.
When I’m finally done he clicks the vibrator off, but I feel the impression it’s left as if it were still on for minutes afterward.
With a firm grip around the back of my neck Kevin holds me down and powerfully finger-fucks me into yet another deep submission. At last, he entered me. And as his authoritative fingers explore the warmth of my cavity, I feel the release of the strongest full body orgasm I’ve ever had. The relief is so powerful my eyes roll back into my skull, dimming my vision until it fades to total darkness.
It was a night I would never forget. And a memory I would revisit for the rest of my life.
After that first night with Kevin nothing was ever the same between us, just as he said it would be. I would happily continue to be his chubby submissive, and he was my bodybuilder sized dominant. Together we explored my body together in what was the most sexually revealing relationship in my life. I would soon learn even more about who I was the way Kevin had taught me back on the first day I met him.
No part of me wants to change back to the body I had before. My life at the gym didn’t end, it simply changed to a new weekly physical session. Just as Kevin’s role in my life changed all at once while remaining exactly the same. I won’t be working out with him, but I don’t have to. He’s still my personal trainer.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Penelope Stone is the girl who sat in the back of your 10th grade history class, pretending to take notes while daydreaming about the teacher naked. At least 30% of her mind is thinking perverted scenarios that shock her, frighten her, and inevitably fascinate her.
Penelope Stone lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her more sophisticated cat, “Spoons”.
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