The Personal Trainer
By JamieDuskbane1.
[google-translator]
Chapter 1: Small Gains…
Sam’s muscles ache, but he’s buzzing–partly from the workout, partly from Jo’s encouraging smiles (not to mention her flowing blonde hair and bouncy ass, which looks amazing in her leggings).
She wipes her forehead with the back of her hand and grins at him.
“You killed it today. Seriously, your form’s improving.”
Sam, avoiding eye contact, starts rubbing his neck. “Uh, thanks. Yeah. I–I guess the squats are less… murderous now.”
She laughs, and his stomach flips.
Jo reaches for her water bottle. “Hey, I’m making post-workout smoothies at my place. Wanna come? Extra protein, zero judgment if you gag at the kale.”
Sam’s brain short-circuits. Is this a date? A trainer thing? Does she invite all her clients over? He opens his mouth, but his voice cracks.
“S-sure. Yeah. That’d be… cool. I need to shower first.”
“Nah, shower at mine! It’s a lot nicer than the ones here, and you’ve got to get that protein in your system quick.”
Jo turns, giving Sam a glimpse of her perfect, round ass. Sam allows himself to briefly think about how great it must taste right about now.
*****
Chapter 2: Where is it?
The blender whirs violently, drowning out the nervous thrum of Sam’s pulse in his ears. Jo’s kitchen is small–too small–and every time she brushes past him to grab a spoon or a napkin, the scent of her hits him like a sucker punch.
He watches her pour the thick green smoothie into two glasses, her fingers smudged with almond butter. She licks one absentmindedly, and Sam’s grip tightens on the counter behind him.
“Here. Guaranteed to make you forget your name,” said Jo, handing Sam a glass.
Sam drinks the smoothie. Silence.
Jo, a broad smile on her face. “That bad, huh?”
Sam, trying not to choke on his drink. “No. No, it was–god, that’s terrible–”
“Relax. I like it when you’re awkward.” A beat. “And when you’re not.”
The air between them shifts. The blender’s still dripping on the counter. Somewhere, a fridge hums.
Sam swallows. He’s never been this aware of his heartbeat.
“Jo, I—”
She kisses him.
He meets her lips, and then it happens.
She reaches for his crotch and immediately recoils.
“Jesus, Sam. Your dick!”
Sam blinks, still dazed from the kiss. “Wh–what?”
“It’s gone. Like, there’s nothing there.”
Sam composes himself. “It’s there. It’s just …..very small.”
Jo looks puzzled. “From the workout?”
“No”
“Show me”
Slowly, Sam removes his shorts, exposing a one-inch nub.
Jo groans, dragging a hand down her face. “Oh my God. I can’t believe I kissed a man with a micropenis! It’s tiny!”
Sam’s head drops, and he can feel himself blushing. “I should have said. But…things moved so fast.”
Jo is inspecting Sam’s flaccid member. “Does it get any bigger?”
“Keep telling me how small it….how small I am,” says Sam, in little more than a whisper.
“It’s just…I thought you were cute. I wanted to fuck you. But I love big dicks…big thick dicks that can stretch my pussy, not…. not this short pencil dick. You’d never be able to make me cum” says Jo, confusion written on her face.
Sam groans, “Oh god.”
Jo, a broad smile appearing on her face, “Oh my god … it’s growing. It’s still so small, but it’s hard.”
“Fuck!”
Jo continues, fully aware now of what’s happening, “Your little two-incher won’t satisfy any woman.”
Sam’s little cock starts to twitch.
“Does having a girl talk about your little pee-pee turn you on? You’re super hard, Sam, and I can tell from the drops of precum that you’re a premature ejaculator too. Do you want to cum for me, Sam?”
Sam: “Yes.”
Jo: “Come for me, little Sam. Shoot your little load all over my tits.”
Jo whips off her sports bra, exposing her perfect tits. She cups them together while still maintaining eye contact with Sam.
“Do it, Sam! Cum for me.”
“I’m so sorry. ”
A huge rope of cum shoots across Jo’s perky breasts.
“Well done, little guy.”
They paused for a moment. Sam composes himself, and Jo cleans up his mess.
“Well, that was…different.”
“I need to go.”
“Stay, little Sam. You’re not the only one with a kink, you know…. I love having my ass worshipped, and I’ve got a stinky post-gym butt that needs eating.”
*****
Chapter 3: Deep Tang…
Jo turns her back on Sam and slowly starts peeling her Lycra off, revealing her bouncy, round ass. She rocks it up and down a few times with her rolled-up panties to give Sam a show.
Sam stands in amazement. He feels his spent cock starting to twitch again already.
Jo looks over her shoulder.
“Don’t just stare at it, Sam, I want you to eat it.”
Sam sinks to his knees behind Jo. Slowly, he moves his face towards her asshole, breathing in the delicious smell. Rubbing his nose up and down between her cheeks, he savours the scent.
“Eat it!”
“It smells so good, Jo.”
Sam’s tongue finds Jo’s asshole. The first taste is divine. The deep tang of her asshole hardening up Sam’s micropenis. He laps it up for what seems like seconds, but in fact is minutes. Jo too is lost in rapture; slowly massaging her clit as Sam’s tongue probes her asshole.
“Fuck this is good.”
Sam’s tongue has found a steady rhythm. He pokes his tongue in and out, probing her asshole as deeply as he can. Alternating this with longer, lustful licks up and down her crack. It’s intense, and Jo’s orgasm is approaching. Arching her back and forcing Sam’s head against her ass, she feels the familiar flood of ecstasy run through her body.
“Fuck!”
Her orgasm goes on and on before she finally pushes Sam away and collapses on the floor.
Jo, noticing Sam’s erect micropenis.”Did eating my ass turn you on, beta boy? Are you going to cum again for me?”
Sam sudders. “Fuck.”
Sam cums hands-free. His load – which is smaller than last time – spills onto the floor.
The End.
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