Extremely Personal Trainer - A Sexy Interracial BWWM Erotic Story from Steam Books

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Tasha admired herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom.

“You’re such a sexy bitch,” she teased as she turned side to side to view her busty profile.

For the past two weeks, Tasha’s best friend and co-worker, Monica, had been hounding her to go to the gym with her ever since they found out that employees of the law firm could get a free membership at “Fit-ness Gym.” Tasha knew why Monica wanted to go; she wanted to troll for a man.

Tasha wasn’t interested in looking for a man in a place like that. Chances were that the men that spent most of their time in the gym had little free time for a serious relationship and she wasn’t normally the one-night-stand kind of gal. But Monica had begged and pleaded with her until she finally gave in and agreed to go with her.

At thirty, the image that stared back from the mirror wasn’t exactly that of a woman twenty-years-old but nowhere near over the hill either. Tasha had all the right curves in all the right places. Her large, 36DD breasts were perfect, with just the right amount of lift and bounce, and her round, tender ass was simply scrumptious.

She wet her lips and struck a few more poses, marveling at herself. The black sports bra and under shorts could barely be seen against her dark ebony skin. Tasha was quite the sight and that was the main reason she had been the receptionist for her law firm for years.

It didn’t bother her one bit either. They paid her well for her looks, knowing that their wealthy clientele would prefer to be greeted by an attractive woman than an ugly one. Besides, he had already been certified as a paralegal and was taking night classes to become a lawyer, so it worked out well for her in the end.

“Just don’t suck today, alright?” she said to herself before leaving the mirror to finish getting dressed.

About an hour later, she walked through the doors of Fit-ness Gym. Tasha had decided that a few solo visits were in order so she wouldn’t be too clumsy and make a fool out of herself in front of Monica. She could just hear her friend’s stupid laugh in the back of her head; there was no way she wanted any of that.

“Good afternoon!” a semi-geeky but fit young man greeted her at the door. “Welcome to Fit-ness Gym.”

“Afternoon,” she said politely. “I work for Hansen and Garber and was told they have some kind of free membership available to their employees here.”

“Right you are, ma’am,” the kid replied and pulled out a clipboard. “Can I have your name please?”

“Tasha,” she answered. “Tasha Johnson.”

The young man nodded and scanned through the roster on the clipboard and eventually found her name. After the formality of signing her membership packet and issuing her access card, Tasha was all set to go. Another young man strolled up and introduced himself to her.

“Hi, I’m Justin, your personal trainer,” he said, extending his hand in greeting.

“Tasha,” she said as she took his hand and looked at the man behind the counter. “Ummmm.”

“I’m included in your package,” Justin said with a gleam in his eye. “Well, not me specifically, but your firm has paid for a month of free personal trainer services then if you want to continue after that, we can work up a pay schedule for the cost.”

I’m included in your package
, Tasha thought. For whatever reason, her mind went to several, less-than-wholesome places in the gutter. Justin stood there with a beaming grin on his face and Tasha couldn’t help but check out his outrageous body.

I bet you got a fine package, baby
, she thought darkly in the back of her mind. Pump me up, please.

To her, Justin looked like he should be an Olympic swimmer. His shoulders were broad and his back was chiseled into a deep V that ended at his waist. And his loose-fitting muscle shirt left little to her imagination. Tasha had never quite looked at a white man like that before, but something inside of her whispered that every now and then she needed to sample some white meat.

“Well in that case, where do we start?” she asked, suddenly snapping herself out of her momentary lusting.

By the time they neared the end of the evaluation, Tasha wanted to rip out Justin’s throat. Her thin workout shirt and sweat shorts were soaked with sweat and every muscle in her body screamed in agony. And Justin just stood there with his hokey serene smile, cheering her on with the energy of a billion people.

You ra-ra me one more time, I’m going to fuck your ass up
, she swore to herself.

Tasha knew he couldn’t help it; that was his job. But every now and then, when she could actually look at him without wishing him into an endless fiery pit, she caught a glimmer of something in his eyes. It almost looked like desire, or something similar. Was he crushing on her?

Mounting her white personal trainer was the furthest thing from her thoughts right then. All she wanted to do was stop, leave, and soak in a steaming hot bath tub. She had no energy left. A dozen machines and exercises sapped her nearly a half hour to go. But in a way, whatever Justin was doing, was working. She managed to survive everything he threw at her.

Finally they were done and she left. Justin made an appointment with her in two days and said he would look over her stats and come up with a personalized training program that would help maximize her workout while minimizing the strain on her muscles and joints.

* * *

Tasha couldn’t strip down and hit the bath tub fast enough. She left a trail of clothes from her apartment door to the bathroom. She turned the water on to the hottest setting and slid painfully into the tub. Within minutes, the steaming water began melting away the agony of her first encounter with Justin.

Everything hurt from her neck to her feet, and even her toes. She couldn’t believe her freaking toes hurt. No wonder she wanted to stab Justin repeatedly with his stupid, fat, lime-green pen. However, he did warn her that this first session would be the hardest one she’d have.

Tasha sighed with her eyes closed and ran her slender hands over her sore body. She massaged her legs and abs and everywhere else that hurt. Her fingers squeezed and kneaded her soft flesh, digging in just enough to make her muscles weep with the subtle relief they were receiving.

As she massaged her tired thighs, she accidentally brushed her thumb across her sensitive nub. Tasha let out a soft coo and her mind suddenly filled with thoughts of Justin. She pursed her lips and grazed her sensitive trigger with her fingertip as she lost herself deeply to fantasy…

…She walked into the gym, clad in nothing but some frilly, lace panties, sheer, flowery sports bra and a pair of high heels. She scanned the free-weight area for Justin. Tasha found him standing nude in front of the wall-sized mirror, doing shoulder rolls with some dumbbells. 

She groaned as she admired his fit, firm body from afar. His hard, muscled calves seamlessly melted into thick, powerful thighs. They were the kind of thighs that exuded pure strength and made her believe he could pump her for days on end. Tasha wiped the imaginary drool from the side of her mouth and sashayed across the workout floor to her private, personal trainer package.

Justin smiled and watched her approach in the mirror. His sandy brown hair was matted against his forehead from the sweat of his workout and his piercing, blue eyes, with that same gleam of desire, seemed to stare right through her scant attire and caress every soft nook of her body. As she walked toward him, she could feel his desire heat her supple skin.

Tasha drew up behind him and pressed her body against his muscled back, inhaling the musk of his sweat. Justin dropped the weights and lifted his arms to his sides. He curled them slowly as he flexed his tight muscles. Tasha wrapped her arms around his naked body and slowly groped his chest.

The strength of his heartbeat drove right through her hands and echoed throughout her entire body, igniting a thirst that could only be quenched by one thing. She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek into the top of his back while she continued to caress the smooth muscles in his chest, slowly moving downward.

Back in reality, Tasha caressed and squeezed her large, dark breasts as she imagined her body pressed up against his. One hand slowly eased down her body, somewhat mimicking her trail in the fantasy until it disappeared between her supple, shivering thighs. She pressed her hand flatly over the velvety, womanly folds and felt the slickness of her nectar through the heat of the tub water.

In her fantasy, her hands crept lower, grazing over Justin’s sculpted abs and continuing down. Tasha inhaled sharply as she found purchase with her fingers and wrapped them around his thick, throbbing manhood. She couldn’t see it from her vantage behind him, but it felt warm and solid in her gentle grip and she imagined how enormous it was.

Then suddenly she was naked and gently stroking him while he continued to flex his meaty biceps for her. His sweaty, slick body felt extremely erotic against her soft, pillowy breasts as she danced her fingers expertly along his length. Her smooth, velvety hips pressed and rubbed against his, tight, smooth ass as she tried feverishly to cram as much of her body against his as possible.

Tasha stroked him faster and heard a deep, bestial groan growl from deep within Justin’s throat. She was incredibly hot and his groan stabbed through her like a blunt dagger of pleasure, slicing her from her gaping mouth to her dripping quim. Try as she could, she couldn’t position herself to catch a glimpse of the monster throbbing in her hands.

Suddenly Justin’s hips snapped forward and she felt his hard meat pulse hotly before he came. His thick seed erupted from his throbbing glans and shattered the mirror in front of them. Tasha’s eyes flew open and she curled her knees up to her chest in the tub as her body convulsed from her powerful orgasm.

Moments later, she withdrew her fingers from her quivering slit and drew them across her mouth. She lazily rolled her tongue between them as she imagined tasting Justin’s salty seed. Spent, she closed her eyes to recover for a while before slipping off to bed for a much needed rest. Something told her that she needed to pay more attention to her new personal trainer, even if he was an over-excited white guy.

* * *

Two days later, Tasha arrived early for her appointment with Justin at Fit-ness Gym. She could feel the lasting arousal of her recent finger-play welling up inside of her the closer she came to the door. Her only thoughts were of Justin and the fantasy she had been infatuated with. It never occurred to her that her fantasy could remain just that, a fantasy.

She had come dressed for seduction. She wore tiny, tight sweat shorts and no panties. Her large, soft breasts were held tightly beneath her sport bra and the loose cutoff tank top dangled loosely over them, barely extending down enough to hide the bra beneath. Somehow, some way, she was going to make Justin take notice of her.

“Good morning,” Justin hollered to her from across the gym as she entered. “We’re almost done here and then we can start!”

Tasha smiled and nodded. She looked around the deserted gym, taking note that she, Justin, and his current client were the only ones there. Somehow she imagined a Saturday morning would be busier. But this would work out much better for her, or so she hoped.

“Come on!” Justin shouted. “One more! Push it! Push it! Almost there!”