I have always loved working out, sweating the unwanted pounds away in the gym and tightening up my physique at the same time. Physical appearance is something that I take very seriously indeed.
A man needs to stay in top shape and peak condition if he ever hopes to have any luck at all with women and trust me when I say I do.
My home is Islington, North London, but I don’t live in one of the numerous tower blocks, oh no, I have a nice apartment to myself. The rent isn’t cheap but then with the money I earn as a personal trainer at the upmarket gym in Chelsea that I travel to everyday I have more than enough to make ends meet and still have some for fun. And I do have lots of fun.
Being young and single is great when you are in the personal trainer business, especially when you are working with older women who like nothing more than flirting with you while their husbands pay the bill. Being young, single and black is even better.
I honestly believe that some of the upmarket women that turn up in the place where I work have never met a young, black male before. There is the moment’s hesitation when I am introduced to them, their eyes widening as they take in my powerful build that is never hid well by the shorts and vest that I wear. Yet as the personal sessions pass by they become more and more friendly, their eyes lingering upon me as I stand close to them, deliberately positioning myself so that our bodies are almost touching. Then the playful slaps and hugs begin, the woman growing more and more tactile as time goes by.
There have been times when the management have warned me about allowing them to be over friendly and each time I nod and smile, agreeing to ensure that none of my clients get the wrong impression. If they knew what I got up to in my private life, they would sack me.
You see my fun with these women sometimes spills over into my personal time and I have notched up quite a number of conquests, the most recent of which happened just hours ago tonight.
The name of the client is Christine and I have been her personal trainer for nearly six months, ever since her accountant husband signed her up at our gym so he had more time to spend playing golf. At least that is what she tells me.
I don’t doubt her though, it is near criminal the amount of husbands that have pushed their wives into my bed just by ignoring them. Anyway, when Christine joined our gym I thought that I would have the same fun with her, testing the boundaries as I usually do.
Don’t get me wrong I don’t do anything inappropriate.
I simply make sure that I brush against them by accident, touch the machine as they do, stuff like that. Sometimes nothing happens, sometimes they make a lewd comment and other times they stiffen and gasp. I simply adapt my approach to however they react.
Yet with Christine, something was different. Each time I hit her with a usually successful routine, she would simply hold my gaze in silence, a slight smile playing along her lips but never anything more than that. In truth, I thought I was wasting my time, that she was immune to my charm. It happens more than I’d like to admit, I’m not perfect. That was until the pre-lunch training session that I always take her for on a Saturday morning. I arrived as usual on time, clad in my black shorts and my white vest, only to find that Christine was waiting for me outside the gym, a light cotton summer dress on her body.
I smiled as I had approached, tilting my head to one side as I stopped before her, my eyes quickly appraising her figure beneath the clothes. Despite being forty-five, Christine looked at least ten years younger and had a body that after six months of training was toned and firm.
To be perfectly honest I was close to telling her that she didn’t really need a personal trainer anymore, after all I had a waiting list of clients. So sighing, I had cast a final look down into her cleavage, and then met her gaze, “How come you aren’t up in the gym?”
“I was wondering if we could skip the session today?”
I had nodded, knowing that at this short notice I would still be paid by the gym, “Sure, it’s your call…are you off out somewhere nice?” “No, no” she had shaken her head, “I was wondering if you could give me a private session back at my home. Is that possible?”
I had frowned, knowing that it wasn’t an ideal situation but then I had cursed beneath my breath as she had stepped closer, reaching out with a hand to squeeze my cock through my shorts, “Oh come on, John, I will make it worth your while!”
An hour later, we were walking through the front door of her home, after she had driven us from the gym, stopping only to collect a bag from mine. The moment that the door was shut, Christine had been on me like a rabid tiger, her mouth crushing against mine, our tongues playing tag while both her hands slid into my black shorts. She had gasped as she had felt me stiffening beneath her touch and grinning, I had pushed her away slightly before scooping her up over one shoulder, still holding the bag from my home with the other. Following her squealed directions, I had carried her upstairs and through into a large bedroom, before dropping her down to stand. Dropping my bag, I had reached down, gripping the bottom of her summer dress and raising it high above her head, stripping her to her underwear in one move. Even as she had gasped and let out a dirty chuckle, I had reached around her, unfastening her bra and casting it aside, watching with excitement as her large pale tits spilled free. Christine had shaken her head as she had stared up at me, my six foot three inch frame dwarfing her five and a half foot frame, my broad powerful shoulders and muscles making her look even smaller.
“You are such an arrogant prick” she had smiled at me and I had grinned, brushing her short black hair from her face as I nodded. Then with a lightning move, I bent and gripped her ankles as I jerked them high, spilling her back onto the large bed. Even before she had landed fully, I had torn her knickers away and then removed my shorts, vest and underwear, casting them aside as I loomed over her. From her prone position upon the bed, Christine had stared back up at me with lust filled eyes, “Oh my God, I am so horny…fuck me!” My chuckle had made her frown as I had bent to open the bag that I had retrieved from my home, tipping its contents onto the bed as I grinned at her, “Oh no…not yet…first we have some fun!”
Christine was still laying there naked with eyes as wide as her thighs as she stared in shock at the small pile of sex toys on the bed beside her when I had snatched up a black dildo I bought from essexsexshops a while back and as wide around as my wrist and easily nine inches long, “Wait…that’s too big!”
Chuckling, I had clambered onto the bed beside her head, one hand gripping the sex toy by its base as I manoeuvred it between her open thighs, pushing it up against her slick wetness. She had groaned then, her mouth opening wide as the head of the dildo had slipped into her. Grinning, I had grasped the base of my now hard cock and steered the head between her red lips, watching her eyes widen in shock.
For a moment, she stayed still, her blue eyes staring up at me, then her small hand replaced mine, stroking my thick shaft as she began to moan and work her hot mouth up and down on the end of my cock, fighting to get as much in as she could, spit running down my shaft.
I watched her work away at my meat for a few moments, then reaching down with one large hand, I began to squeeze and maul at her large tits, enjoying the contrast in our skin colours, while my other hand began to fuck her harder and faster with the large dildo.
On the bed, she became a thing possessed, her legs opening wide and shaking as she muttered an indecipherable stream of words around my cock in her mouth, their meaning lost amid her moans and groans. Suddenly she grunted and moved her head back, my cock leaving her mouth with a wet pop, “Oh God, John, I need your cock now!”
“Beg me” I had grinned, no doubt enforcing her belief that I was arrogant, “Beg me for it and you can have it!”
As I teased her, I fucked her harder with the dildo, making her legs raise skyward as she grunted her way through an orgasm, “Please!” “Please what?” I smirked, twisting a hard nipple with my other hand. “Please fuck me with your big black cock! PLEASE!!”
I hadn’t needed any more encouragement.
Withdrawing the dildo, I moved between her open thighs and lowered myself onto her, grinning as her hot pussy latched onto my cock. She groaned aloud, the sound long and drawn out as I chucked the wet dildo onto the pillow beside her and took my weight on my hands, driving myself hard into her at the centre, my large balls slapping against her arse. Much to my surprise she turned her head, grasping at the dildo as she pulled it into her mouth, sucking on it as I pumped into her, leering as she moaned and groaned, “You love it don’t you, you love my cock!”
“Yes” she had sobbed, her words slurred as she sucked the sex toy, “Oh God yes, I love your big black cock, it’s so much bigger than my husbands…oh you bastard!”
I came then, flooding her insides but the fun was far from over.
We had spent the rest of the day having fun, working our way through my collection of sex toys until finally, I had left her sleeping with exhaustion and returned to my own apartment in Islington. Today was a very good day.
I don’t think I will be cancelling my sessions with Christine after all.