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"Never."
He smiled and began to grind his hard erection against her slit, making her cry out. He kept grinding and she was panting. He felt her getting hot and wet for him and groaned.
"Yes, that's it, Talise."
"No, stop. Please."
"My name is Ali."
"Ali, stop this." Her face was flushed and she was breathless. It felt so good she couldn't stop moving her hips with his.
He stopped and took her dress off and moaned at her naked body. "Talise you have a body made for pleasure."
"No."
"Oh, yes." He smiled and began to kiss her full breasts, licking the pink nipples. Then he took one into his mouth and sucked. She cried out.
"Oh, please Ali." She begged.
He sucked her nipple and was grinding his hips to hers still and she cried out, coming hard, with tremors. "Lovely sight."
He moved away and spread her legs more, and she felt his finger stroking her and he slid it inside. She wiggled against it, not used to it.
"You are so wet for me." He grinned.
"Bastard." She huffed and he raised a brow.
"Temper, I see. Well, we will have to soften you up more."
She nearly screamed when she felt his mouth on her, licking, then sucking her clit. "Ali"!
Ali could not get enough of her. She was like sugar to him. This woman made him so aroused, and he had never felt this crazy for any woman like this before. She was on the brink of coming again when he pulled away, making her moan. She was flushed and wanting more. He undressed, knowing she was watching. She bit her lip when she saw his thick cock.
"Ali, how is this going to work"? She sounded nervous.
He climbed over her. "Easy sweet. Relax your body."
She tried to relax but when she felt him start to enter her she stiffened and pushed at his hard chest. He was slow and worked himself inside, and when he pushed past her maidenhead, she cried out in pain and tried to push him off. He held still and met his lips to hers for sweet kisses.
"Look at me, Talise." He whispered. When she did, he began to move again.
Talise was trying not to like it, but could not help moaning and whimpering. Each thrust hit her clit just right. He was thick and filled her deeply. When he circled his hips, waves of pleasure hit her and she came, and he followed, thrusting deep and spilling inside her.
She was still, yet panting. He pulled out and frowned when she winced in pain. She was sore, he had no doubt. He was a big man and she so tight. He would not take her anymore tonight, but he wanted her in his bed.
"You are lovely." He whispered and pulled her into his arms and lay beside her. She fell asleep fast, making him recall how much she had suffered these past days. And now she was his treasure.
The End.
The Bikini Competitor
As a personal trainer at a large chain gym, part of my job was to prepare people for fitness shows and bodybuilding expositions. Trust me, it certainly wasn't a difficult job at all, especially when dealing with the female members who wanted to get themselves ready to be on stage in front of about a thousand people wearing nothing but a very revealing outfit. The men were one thing to deal with, but the women were nothing to complain about. There were several times where it was hard not to cross the line between client and trainer, but it was easier since most often they had a supportive partner already. Now in my late 30's my days of bedding clients were over and I had settled down quite a bit.
However, when one of my coworkers decided that she wanted to do it too, that presented a completely different situation. Carla and I had been working together for about six months, and she was in good shape already having been a former competitive athlete in university. She was 23, young and recently had broken up with a boyfriend so decided she wanted to train and compete in a local bikini show. This meant she didn't have to be really ripped and muscular like a bodybuilder, but very lean with good proportions. She also had to have a nice firm muscular ass and a perfectly flat stomach. Since I had lots of experience doing this type of thing for my clients, she came to me for some advice and to do her measurements over the weeks leading up to the show. The first time we did them together it was a bit of an eye opener seeing her with most of her clothes off. When she stripped off her shirt and stood in front of my in only shorts and a tank top I gave her a frank appraisal. She had a lot of work to do in order to get there. Her stomach had a bit of a paunch and her legs were thick, while her chest and shoulders were very strong because of the sports she played. Her ass was nice and round, and I couldn't help but take advantage of my vantage point doing her measurements to take a good solid look at it.
We set her workouts and diet and to her credit, she started to work very hard. She did an hour of cardio on an empty stomach every morning and then lifted heavy weights for another hour every day. Often I would stop by and talk to her on the stairclimber and she would be lightly soaked with sweat. It was nice to see light beads of it rolling down her chest in between her breasts while she worked, and watching her ass flex while she climbed was impressive. She went into the situation full throttle, and as her coach we also started to talk more often for motivation. I felt like a connection was growing between us even though she also felt like a client.
I still remember the day that my mind changed about the situation. After her first month she was nervously in front of me again for her bodyfat measurements. Her body had obviously changed even without removing any clothes, and she had been tanning as well, giving her skin a darker sheen. It made her bright eyes pop out a little bit more. She was also carrying herself with a bit more confidence around the gym and seeing her smiling and laughing more often (and sometimes being really grumpy because of her diet) made her a lot more attractive. Asking her to please strip down was a total pleasure this time. To my surprise she had worn underneath her usual clothes only a sports bra and a small pair of booty shorts. It made me appreciate the work she had done even more. Obviously her confidence was growing as well.
