The Trainer

Lilly lolled in the tub, letting the soothing hot waters rinse away the aches in her burning muscles.  What a workout it had been, her trainer Jack always pushed her a lot harder than she thought she could bear.  But if you're going to do a triathlon you've got to be in tip top condition. 

"How ya feeling, babe?" he said with a laugh, as he admired himself in the mirror, and put on some deodorant. "Great workout, huh?" 

"Yeah," she sighed, "I think every muscle in my body is screaming for mercy, even my eyelids hurt." 

He playfully reached under the water, slipped his hand between her thighs, and grabbed a handful of her pussy.  "Even this one?"  he asked kiddingly.

"Oh, Jack," she gasped, "you know how I get after a workout. 

"Of course I do," he replied softly, while burrowing his finger into her tight, shaved vagina. "Why do you think I came in here, to check out the light fixtures?"

"Jack," she said while cautioning him, "d-don't start something you can't finish." 

"You mean like this?" he asked, as he twisted his finger all around the inside of her cunt.  "Cuz if that's what you mean, don't worry about it, I can do this all night." 

She was like the puppet on the hand of a puppeteer, responding to each and every one of his moves by jerking her pussy around to follow his insistent index finger. 

"Lilly?" he asked softly while continuing his probing. "You seem to require a lot of orgasms to keep you going, I wonder why that is?" 

"I don't know," she said with a groan. "I just do, p-please don't stop.  You do that so well." 

"Ya know," he said a matter of factly, "I have a theory about this, would you care to hear about it?"

"Theory," she gasped, "I don't give a fuck about any theory, I just like to cum, that's all." 

 "Mmmmm, I'm a little disappointed in you, babe," he said with a shake of his head. "I'd think you'd be more interested in why you're so horny." 

"Sweet Jesus, you're nuts," she fairly shrieked, "I'm on the fucking edge of having a huge one and you're blithering on about some psycho-babbo theory that means fucking shit.  Now keep going and don't stop, you fucking sadist."

"Well," he offered while ignoring her demand. "Do you want to see my dick, I think it's getting pretty hard now.  If memory serves me correctly, you're quite the little cockhound, aren't you?" 

As he scrunched down along the side the tub, his pecker was out of her sight, but just hearing him talk about it drove her absolutely batty causing her to beg.  "Jack, if you show it to me I'll suck it,  please, let me see it, please." 

His finger was now sliding all over her bucking cunt, everywhere that is except on her hard little clitoris, which was standing erect and practically begging for attention.  "Why should I show it to you, you act as if sucking me off would be doing me a favor, when that's what you really want in the first place," he taunted

 "You bastard," she spat, "you always keep me on the edge for as long as you can.  Can't you just for once, let me have it without having to make me beg for it?" 

He stared at her pretty face for a moment or two and then with a shake of his head replied, "No, I can't.

This give and take went on for another ten minutes until he was sure she couldn't take anymore, and then he offered. "Come on, Lilly, get out of the tub and you can have my pecker to suck on, okay?" 

Grabbing her by the arm, he carefully helped her to her feet, where upon seeing his cock, she practically leaped out of the tub.  She took it directly into her warm mouth while furiously fingering herself. 

Lilly had the body of a swimmer, long and lean with small upturned breasts and a tight hard bottom that almost begged to be spanked. 

"Baby," he asked quietly, "after I shoot it into your mouth, I'm going to take you over my knee and spank your cute little ass.  What do you think about that?" 

 What she thought about it was evident without her even answering him, her mouth went into overdrive, and soon he was spurting a hot load of spunk deep into her waiting mouth.  Which of course triggered her own orgasm causing her whole body to shake as it was overcome by wave after wave of intense pleasure.

She was about to collapse to the floor, when he caught her by the arm, and led her into the bedroom.  He sat down and laid her gently over his lap, with her still damp ass in the air.  He loved her ass more than anything else about her.  It was hard and soft all at the same time, and perfectly round.

Mmmmmmm, baby," he sighed, while softly caressing her two firm cheeks, "you have the cutest, tightest ass I've ever seen.  I never get tired of doing this," then he raised his hand and brought it down with a resounding whack against her quivering flesh.

  "Owweeeeee!" she moaned loudly as he began a rhythmic paddling. T-that hurts so good, oh god it hurts, but don't stop, please don't stop." 

Her bottom quickly turned a bright shade of red as he continued to assault her pliable skin.  Her round cheeks quivered with each slap, which reluctantly caused big tears to roll down her face, as the pain intensified.

Again he started playing word games when he asked,  "What hurts more, when I tan your pretty little ass, or when your lungs and muscles are burning up in the final stages of the 5K race?" 

"I-I don't know," she stammered, "it's a different kind of pain." 

"Hhhmmmm, that's funny," he replied, "I always thought pain was pain, explain the difference to me, will you please."

"It just is," she gasped, "they both hurt, but differently." 

"You already told me that," he replied softly as he continued paddling her, "but what is the real difference?  Come on now, you can tell me?"

  "W-when I'm running," she stammered, "it just hurts, but when you're spanking me, I can feel it in my ah, you know what I mean." 

"Uh, no, I don't know," he replied innocently, "you'll have to be more specific." 

 Now beginning to puff and breath shallowly, she barely replied, "In my pussy, you asshole, I can feel it in my pussy when you spank me." 

"Oh, really," he answered back, "like can you feel it right now?" 

"Jesus, yes," she shrieked, "just touch it, once, I'm fucking dripping." 

"Why should I," he replied, "you already came in the bathroom, you don't really need to do it again do you?" 

"I know, I can't help it, but I do, I really do.  You know how I get when you spank me," she said in an urgent whisper.  You're a fucking sadist, you know how I am, you just like to torture me.  My God, you make me crazy."

He knew it was time then, and with one powerful motion, he slid his hands around her waist, and  threw her face down on the bed.  He got up on his knees and quickly mounted her from the rear.  He took her with an overwhelming urgency which caught her by surprise and shook her whole body from the inside out. 

He plowed into her hard and fast, making her scream involuntarily as he viciously fucked her.  He slammed into her, using the strength of his entire body, with each punishing thrust.  After a few short minutes, they were both rocked by simultaneous climaxes, that left them both completely spent.  His body went limp, and she could feel his erection shrinking inside her, as they both tried to recover from their draining orgasms.  The roughness of their sex left her raw but completely fulfilled.

He finally found the strength to rollover on his back and say, "It's a good thing we're both in training, or I think that last one might have killed us.  By the way, do you still think I'm a sadist?" 

She leaned over and kissed him softly on the mouth and replied, "Yes but, a good one."