Mr. Big: An Erotic Novella of Epic Proportions

by Sylvia Redmond

  “Ok, time” I told her when the sixty seconds came due.

  She let her body sink onto the carpet again and I quickly tried to engage her in another exercise. The heat of the room and the scant dress of her body were overcoming me quicker than I had anticipated.

  “Why don’t we start with some crunches, keep working your core?” I told her.

  I could have told her anything at that point and she would have done it, I knew that. She was giving me that look again and looking at my arms, but I needed to give her the benefit of the doubt that all she really wanted to do was exercise. She nodded at my suggestion and was immediately on her back, putting her in a position that was prone right in front of me.

  “Ok, I’ll hold your feet and count off – start now”

  I watch her raise her upper body off the floor and come towards me as she stopped and brought herself back down to the floor. The motion had the delicious side effect of causing her breasts to swing back and forth in front of me as if they were just asking to be grabbed. I realized as I watched her and counted off that I might have tried grabbing one if I was occupied with holding her feet. Before I realized it she had gotten to a count of thirty before I decided to give her a break.

  “Whoa – time, rest for a minute.”

  She fell back onto her elbows as her breathing started to come back down. But as I watched her the expression on her face had suddenly turned. She was looking directly at me, but her gaze had fallen between my legs. I naturally looked down to follow her eye sight and saw at once what she had been staring at.

  My cock had a mind of its own, and it had swelled uncontrollably while I sat watching her exercise. If she had been dressed normally, it never would have happened, but given the way she was dressed now I never had a chance. The outline of my hardening cock was clearly visible, pressing firmly against the cotton of my shorts. And as I sat there looking at it, I watched as she reached out her hand.

  “Oh my God Michael” she said, still breathing heavy from her set of crunches.

  She reached out towards me with her left hand and her fingers touched the cotton of my shorts lightly, tracing the outline of my now throbbing cock. I could feel myself stiffen under the gentle tracing of her fingers, and the sight of the gold winking at me from her left finger was almost more than I could bear.

  “It’s true what they say” she said. “It’s so big.”

  Chapter 4

  I was looking at the thin sheen of sweat that was forming in the valley between her voluptuous tits. She needed to lean forward in order to touch me, giving me a generous view of breasts that were already fully on display. I might have been able to exercise constraint if she continued on with her workout, but as soon as she reached out to touch me, all bets were off.

  Her fingers on my cock were like dropping the flag at the beginning of the Indianapolis 500…

  I reached out to grab hold of her top, determined to get a look at the breasts that had been teasing me for the last thirty minutes. She didn’t resist me, in fact she barely acknowledged me – she still had her eyes locked on the outline of my growing cock. I got her sweaty top part way over her head before she even flinched with any kind of recognition, and by then it was too late. I watched with eyes of hunger as her two naked breasts finally sprang into my view.

  “Ooh” she squealed, finally acknowledging that fact I was undressing her.

  I felt her hand start to grip my cock, and I knew she was frantic to free it from my shorts so she could get a real look at its size. It was the way it always was with women like her – they had heard about it and now she knew she had the chance to actually see it. But I never let them see it that easy, and the price of admission for Felicia was going to be the shorts that were still on her body.

  I reached down and grabbed her by the waist and started to pull her gym shorts down her legs. Her silk panties slid down her waist along with the cotton shorts and in moments I was greeted with the sight of her finely trimmed bush. It was exactly how I had imagined it to be – married women always kept themselves groomed – and I knew that sometimes they were even groomed by their lucky husbands. I wasn’t sure which it was in Felicia’s case, but as her shorts cleared her ankles I didn’t much care.

  “Oh God Michael, you’re so strong” she said, and I realized I had been lifting her lower body with one hand while pulling the shorts off with my other.

  I felt her hands fumbling clumsily with my shorts but I wasn’t quite ready to go there yet. I pulled my shirt over my body while she continued to fumble with my cock through my shorts. The sight of my naked upper body distracted her momentarily, and I felt her move her hands up to my midsection as she started to caress me. I paused momentarily, anticipating what it was she was going to say next.

  “Look at your fucking abs – Jesus Michael!”

  I closed the gap between the two of us and immediately had her breasts in my hands. I was pleasantly surprised to realize that Felicia Stanworth was not at all the recipient of plastic surgery, and her breasts were as soft as they were real. My fingers started pulling on her hard nipples as I started to lavish attention on her big tits, and I felt her hands moving back towards my waist. My cock was absolutely throbbing, and I knew the time to let her unleash it was near.

  I slipped an arm around her waist and picked her up, laying her on her back on the expense shag rug of the den. I buried my face in her big tits as she moaned, enjoying the frantic fumbling of her fingers at my crotch. I could feel her breathing getting quicker on my neck as I tried hitting her buttons, and I listened to her gasp as she drew back to speak.

  “Please just take it out Michael – I need to see your fucking cock!”

  I leaned back off of Felicia and propped myself up on one elbow as I moved my other hand to my shorts. I untied the string of my waistband and pushed my shorts down my waist, taking extra care to clear my now throbbing cock. Once my shorts were to my knees I brought up my right foot and used it to clear my underwear from my body. I returned my eyes to Felicia, who was staring fixedly at my throbbing cock.

  “Jesus Christ” she said, not quite talking to me as much as she was talking to the flesh sword standing up between my legs.

  She looked gorgeous lying there naked, propped up on an arm as she looked at my cock. But I knew she would look even better wrapped around it and moaning. She reached out to touch it and I pushed her away, opting instead to climb back on top of her. I still wasn’t sure if she knew what was coming, but I needed to get her ready to receive what I had to give her.

  “I just need to touch it” she said.

  “You will” I told her, knowing I was getting ready to touch parts of her that had probably never been touched before. “Here.”

  I propped myself between her spread legs and positioned myself over her, bringing her right hand down onto my cock. Her eyes were still filled with wonder as I watched her fingers close around my shaft, but it was doing little to stem the fire I had burning down below. I could see the gleam of her wedding band as she wrapped her fingers around my cock, and it only made me want her more. I shifted towards her gently as the tip of my cock made contact with her sweet, wet lips.

  The look on her face was of sudden shock as she realized where I was going. I knew she wanted it, and I knew she had probably started our session deciding how to play me for it. But now that I had it out in the open, positioned at the entrance to her sex, she had that look of apprehension that I had seen so many times before. And it was a look I knew I needed to push through, and all other worries would soon disappear.

  “No, wait - hold on” she said, but my hips had already started moving gently forward.

  I could feel her warm sweetness part as the head of my cock started to push inside of her. I was watching her expression as I moved, because it was the expression more than anything that told me how it felt. Felicia’s eyes rolled back in her head as her mouth opened and I felt her body yield slowly to me as she started to relax. But it was her moaning th
at got me going.

  The moaning always got me going…

  “Holy fuck Michael your cock is big!”

  I stopped, careful not to give her too much at once. I slowly started to pull what I had already inserted back, eager to give her enough time to realize she needed more. She was tight but not overly so, because she was married and she was used to sex on a semi regular schedule. With married woman I just needed to be patient, and go a little bit at a time, and I knew as she got warmed up she would be begging me for more.

  I only withdrew about an inch or two and I felt her body relax, giving me the unspoken cue to move forward again. I could feel her body yielding to me easier this time, and the breath seemed to leave her in tandem with my cock move further inside of her. I started to feel the subtle tug of resistance and I slowed, preparing to move myself backward yet again. And as I felt her regain her senses beneath me she opened her mouth to speak.

  “Protection Michael? Do we need to use…”

  I didn’t let her finish her thought, and quickly moved forward back inside of her. Her body had loosened up plenty on my first two thrusts, and I felt her open up completely on my final trip inside. Her statement to me ended in a gasp as I felt her fingers flexing on my shoulders, and I was certain that all I would hear from Felicia for the next several minutes would be moans. I shifted my weight to one knee as I buried myself inside of her, and prepared to give her the fucking of her life.

  “Jesus Christ it’s big!” she moaned, as I started to settle into a gentle rhythm.

  I started rocking back and forth as her sweet married pussy got acclimated to my size. Her body was still squirming under me, but it was an entirely different type of movement now. Her hips were coming up, eager to meet my every thrust as I drove myself deep inside of her. I could still see a thin sheen of sweat on her body, and I grazed at her big tits as I continued fucking her.

  Her pussy was gripping and releasing me like a warm wet hand, and I could feel the pressure in my cock increasing with each delicious push. I could tell by her moaning that she was getting closer to her peak, and I was determined to hold myself off as much as possible until I pushed her over the edge. I wanted to plant myself inside of her, but I preferred to do it once she was orgasming against my big cock. I knew she had asked me about protection, but all the protection I needed was wrapped in gold around the ring finger that was currently digging into my back.

  “Fuck Michael - don’t stop, don’t stop” she was panting.

  I leaned back and grabbed her by the hips and held onto her as I continued fucking her sweet body. The thought that I was burying my big cock in another man’s wife was my strongest aphrodisiac, and Felicia was satisfying my every need. I ran my fingers down around the base of my cock and around her stretched pussy, savoring the thought that I was taking that which wasn’t mine. And as I swirled my fingers around teasing her, I zeroed in on the hard little nub of her clitoris.

  Her eyes flew open wide when I touched her clit although she wasn’t looking directly at me. Her mouth opened in the classic ‘O’ formation, but for several seconds no sounds escaped her lips. The lack of response only encouraged me to rub more insistently on the part of her body I knew was most sensitive, and it only took a couple of seconds for the fruits of my labor to be born.

  “Jesus Christ – right there Michael, don’t stop!”

  It was the moment I cherished above all others. I felt her pussy clench down on my cock as her body started to twists into spasms. Based on past experience, I was certain it was a reaction she had not had recently with her husband – if ever. And I savored every minute as I continued to drive her with my big, throbbing cock.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…”

  It was more of a pant than anything, but it may as well have been a squad of cheerleaders egging me on. I felt the tension in my cock reaching that fuzzy point where I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer, and Felicia’s body was still tugging at me, as if she was nagging me for release. Her body was just starting to relax as I felt my trigger being pulled, and I watched her eyes squeeze shut as my pistol fired off inside of her.

  Her body started to go limp long before my hungry cock ever would. I stroked into her furiously as she settled down underneath me. Married women were delicious and insatiable, but they were never a match for my stamina, and I watched her slip off into delirium as I continued to spew off inside of her.

  Chapter 5

  I walked up behind her as she sat there spinning on the exercise bike. She was that rare breed of woman who didn’t bother with wearing an mp3 player at the gym and it was one of the things I loved about her. She was wearing a shirt that was all cotton and her dark hair was hanging in sweaty ringlets around the headband that she was wearing. And she didn’t give a shit that she was next to a group of twenty-something year old girls that were busy with their selfies and Snapchatting.

  “You know, if you really cared about your fitness maybe you would do three personal training sessions a week instead of just two.”

  She didn’t react and at first I thought she might not have heard me.

  “If I really cared about my fitness I would start with hiring a real personal trainer” she quipped.

  Classic Jackie O, god I loved her…

  It was a Wednesday during a time that I didn’t usually have anyone committed, but I still stayed around the gym. There was always the chance that some odd gym goer would happen by the desk asking about personal training. But I was kidding myself if I thought that was the only reason I chose to hung around at this time of day. The other reason for spending time here was wearing a wedding ring and starting on her second ascent of a computer animated cycling routing.

  “So?” she said, without turning around to break her rhythm.

  “Your form looks good. I’ve never been a big fan of cycling, but you look like a real natural. But if you plan on doing it for real, you need to buy those funny looking outfits, and you don’t strike me as the type…”

  “That’s not what I’m talking about jackass” she said.

  Of course I knew what she was asking about. And of course she knew I knew what she was talking about. But I wasn’t going there unless she forced me to go there, because I was still uncomfortable talking to her about it for reasons I didn’t understand.

  “If it’s more personal training sessions you’re asking about, why don’t you just sign up for Wednesday. We both seem to always be here together at this time anyway. God knows you would get more accomplished with me than you would on that fucking…”

  “You know damn well that’s not what I’m talking about” she said, although I caught the hint of a giggle sneak past her feigned annoyance. “How did things go with Fast Felicia? Did you give her a good workout?”

  She turned to me as she asked it and tossed the sweaty hair from her eyes. She had the kind of brown eyes that were hard to lie to, and I wasn’t about to try. I knew she wasn’t expecting an honest answer, and for some reason I wasn’t prepared to give her a bold faced lie.

  “Why are you so interested in my other clients anyway? How would you feel about it if someone asked me about what I do when I’m with you?”

  “I would expect you to tell them the truth” she said. “I would expect you to tell them that you’re madly in love with me, but I wouldn’t have anything to do with you.”

  She gave me a look that was half smirk, half eye roll, and all sexy. She looked forward again and started to pick up the pace on the bicycle. She looked great in her workout clothes, as always, even though it was obvious she wasn’t intending to look great at all.

  God her husband was a lucky guy…

  I was opening my mouth in anticipation of offering her a clever retort and I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Tina the receptionist looking at me with a clipboard in her hand.

  “Michael, I know it’s your day off, but do you have time to speak with someone who is asking about personal training?”

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p; I wasn’t particularly motivated to speak to anyone about personal training. On the one hand, I was starting to get a heavy client load. On the other hand, I was still standing behind Jackie O on an exercise bike.

  “Isn’t there someone else that can talk to them?” I asked her. “Isn’t Gary working today?”

  “This lady asked for you by name” Tina said.

  Chapter 6

  “Hello, my name is Michael. Tina said you were interested in speaking to me about personal training?”

  I offered her my hand which she shook before having a seat in our tiny private office. She had that nervous look that most older women have when entering a gym for the first time. Her eyes met my face only briefly before lingering over my upper body and then moving back to the floor. I had dealt with the nervous types plenty of times before, and I knew I would need to steer the conversation where I needed it to go.

  “So tell me…” I said, glancing at the clipboard in front of me, “Mrs. Sanders, what exactly were you interested in? What are your fitness goals?”

  I saw the wedding band on her left ring finger the moment I had approached her. Spotting it had been a reflex action that I was sure I would never outgrow. The fingers of her right hand were now toying with the ring, twisting it back and forth in a motion that was almost certainly a nervous tick. She needed to clear her throat before answering my question.

  “Well, I really would just like to get back in shape again. I used to be extremely fit in college and was actually an athlete. But as I’m sure you know things have a habit of changing quickly, and I stopped exercising. Life changes, and I got married, and…”

  She seemed to trail off after saying the word ‘married’ and I wasn’t really certain what had come next. But it didn’t matter, because I had heard it all before, so I was pretty sure I knew what it was she needed to do.

  “Well Mrs. Sanders, coming in to get a personal trainer is the perfect first step” I told her. “And if you don’t mind my saying so, you don’t look like you are really that out of shape. Are you exercising now?”