Manhandled by My Personal Trainer (BBW, BDSM, Curvy, Deflowering, Spanking Erotica) (5 page)

“
This is the first of three
levels of intensity, Melanie. If you don’t want me to leave you
here powerless against the third level you better answer to me as
‘Sir’” he punctuates his command with another hard slap on my
bottom.

“
Yes, s-sir,” I heave. I’m
only able to lend Kevin about fifty percent of my mental energy on
what’s going on around me, the rest of my mind is decidedly focused
on not giving into the electric temptations that I can feel in my
bottom row of teeth, begging me to come against his
will.

Kevin reappears in my field of vision holding
a small metal remote in his hand.

“
Do you understand why I’m
starting you out this way, Melanie?” I’m hesitant to respond, I’m
not ready for Kevin to raise the intensity on this thing, it might
push me beyond my threshold of self-control.

“
I don’t.”

“
I’ve wanted you for years,
Melanie. I’ve lusted over taking your virgin innocence more nights
than I’m able to count. And I’ve hated myself, because you’ve hired
me to make you another dull, barbie-doll when you have no idea how
desirable you are filled out,” he confesses as he moves closer to
my face. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you Melanie?” How did he know?
Could he tell by my reaction to the vibrator? Did he talk to
Paul?

When I give no response aside from my
half-opened eyes rolling further back into my head, he
continues.

“
Look at my cock, Melanie”
he orders, “Do you see how it’s throbbing for you right now? It’s
beating with the rhythm of my heart, and every part of my body
wants nothing more than to claim your virginity. I want to fuck you
until you’re useless,” the words echo in my mind as I visualize him
doing just that. Under the persuasion of the vibrations between my
legs I want to use me anyway he likes. “But I’m not doing that
tonight. Do you know why?”

“
P-lease,” I beg, before I
can correct myself, “No sir.”

“
I need to know what you
want,” he says. “And don’t just say you want to come, I need you to
look deeper than that. Do you like me making you my
bitch?”

“
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”.