Being brutally fucked by a personal trainer

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"Haa~ Is it already noon? I really don't want to get out of bed."

Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I pressed the alarm clock and stretched, reluctantly getting out of bed.

"But today's workout day, no way, I have to get moving!" Thinking about what I was doing today, I immediately perked up. My sleepiness vanished instantly, and I went to the bathroom naked to wash up.

My name is Zheng Ziyan, I'm 26 years old, a vibrant and beautiful young woman. Hehe, although that's self-proclaimed.

A 26-year-old woman can still maintain her youthful vitality, but she's ultimately in the danger zone of fading. Therefore, I pay great attention to my appearance. I not only avoid getting sunburned, but I also rarely go out. I also maintain a youthful mindset, embracing new things and keeping my spirits up like those of college students.

With this dual focus on both appearance and inner self, I really do look like a recent graduate or current college student when I go out, and my youthful energy still attracts a lot of attention. However, only I knew that I was actually a young widow.

During my senior year of college, I met my husband during an internship. He was two years older than me, and although he had only entered the workforce two years earlier, he was already a successful person. Looking back, he was still among the elite.

His family was already quite well-off, belonging to the upper-middle class in the city. An only child, his parents died in a plane crash just before he was about to graduate, and he inherited the family fortune early on.

My husband himself was also an outstanding man; he had several successful entrepreneurial ventures during his university years. While others were engrossed in games, he had already amassed considerable wealth and experience. After his parents' passing, he didn't squander his inheritance on a life of luxury but instead worked hard, building companies and rapidly increasing his capital.

It was this outstanding man that I met during my senior year internship. At the time, I was doing market research and client communication at a sales company. During a business dinner, my husband, as a partner of my internship company, joined me. I was immediately attracted to this man. To be honest, I don't think many women could resist a husband's beauty. He

was gentle, elegant, well-read, knowledgeable, and his speech and manners were all so composed and orderly.

More importantly, my husband was very wealthy and powerful. He owned his own company, had his own employees, and possessed a vast fortune.

I'm a woman who likes to take the initiative; I never give up on something I like. As the saying goes, "a woman pursuing a man is like piercing a thin veil." Although many women liked my husband, most were reserved and didn't dare to express their feelings openly.

I didn't care about that. Through my constant expressions of affection and my undeniably beautiful figure, I successfully won the passenger seat in my husband's car—his wife.

I endured the jealousy of other women, but I didn't care. That's what strength is, and that's the result of my victory.

Because I've always enjoyed fitness, my figure is definitely not a problem. My appearance isn't exactly stunning, but it's certainly not bad either. My breasts weren't particularly large, but they weren't small either; in fact, they were the kind of beautiful breasts men admire—small nipples complementing the hemispherical shape of my breasts, everything was just right.

This gave me a natural advantage in pursuing my husband.

Eight months after falling in love with him, I graduated from university. I then went straight into my husband's company, and after a two-year courtship with the chairman, we finally got married.

Everything was so perfect. I thought my life was now on the road to the best of times, living the most wonderful life, but then everything changed. My husband's family seemed to be cursed. After a business dinner I attended with him, as we stepped out of the hotel, a scoundrel, seemingly seeking revenge against society, rushed towards me.

This man was wielding a sharp blade and charged straight at me. Before I could react, my husband immediately rushed in front of me, throwing his briefcase at the man, knocking him away and protecting me.

However, the man wouldn't let it go, immediately getting up and attacking my husband, who was in front of me this time. A knife pierced my husband's shoulder, and he dropped his briefcase in pain. Then, stabbing again and again in his chest, I felt my legs go weak, but for my beloved husband, I immediately attacked the assailant. However, I had no weapon; my bare fists posed no threat. It wasn't until the security guards arrived that they subdued the assailant.

By then, my husband had already suffered multiple stab wounds and died on the way to the hospital.

The assailant, reportedly seeking revenge against society for failing to win over a woman, was also sentenced to a severe punishment.

But none of this mattered to me, because my husband was completely gone. Just like that, I became a young widow, having lost my beloved husband far too soon.

"Ziyan, you mustn't care about what others think. Go find someone new, find new love. Because I love you, I'm content as long as it's for your own good. I'm about to die, and this is my honest truth, absolutely no falsehood. Because I truly love you." These were the last words my husband said to me in the ambulance. After saying that, he breathed his last, losing his life completely.

I cried my heart out. My husband truly loved me; he cared for me until the very end, even suggesting I find someone new because I was still young.

At first, I was somewhat reserved and didn't do as he said. But as time went on, I realized I was truly sexually frustrated. Women become more aroused with age. Unable to find fulfillment, I increasingly craved a man's affection.

However, I had many reservations at the time; even with my easygoing personality, I couldn't immediately seek out a man. So I bought many sex toys to get through that period.

But a series of events later pushed me further towards finding a man. My husband's cousins started dividing his assets. It was around this time that I was advising him. When my husband's parents (whom I never met) passed away, his grandparents were still alive. This meant that a portion of their assets should have been inherited by their ancestors, leading to many subsequent problems. However, this portion of his grandparents' assets was then inherited by his cousins.

After many twists and turns, a third of my husband's assets were inexplicably divided up. My husband's company, due to the disruptive and short-sighted actions of these people, quickly declined.

In the end, I had to close the company, failing to protect the last bit of wealth my husband left me. Because our marriage was short-lived, and my husband was focused on his career, we didn't have children. This company was the last asset my husband left me.

I did receive a large sum of money, more than most people earn in a lifetime. I used this money to buy several commercial properties and lived a leisurely life off the rent. I

had previously worried about the opinions of my husband's relatives and friends, but after this incident, I believe they are a pack of heartless wolves. Therefore, I no longer need to care about their opinions and can do as I please.

Since only my husband loves me, and until the very end he only wanted me to have a better life, I decided to start looking for a man.

But starting to look for a man isn't something that can be done casually. I am, after all, a wealthy woman, and a wealthy woman with a good figure and face, full of youthful energy, without the somewhat plump figure of the average wealthy woman. How could an ordinary man be worthy of me? So, although I wanted to find someone, I couldn't find a good one anytime soon.

Until I went to the gym and discovered the trainers there.

"Ah, ahhh. Yes, fuck me harder, harder, harder." "Little guy, what are you?" "I'm a bitch, I'm your bitch."

"Hahaha, bitch, good word. Bark a couple of times so I can hear it, I love hearing bitches bark." "Woof woof woof! Hia hia hia hia, I'm your bitch, woof!" And so, this scene unfolded.

I'm someone who's used to working out, but after my husband died, I didn't exercise for a long time, and I rarely even left the house. Until I emerged from the shadow of grief, I found that I had gained weight. So I stopped running on my own, and since I had time, I went to the gym to work out. On

my first day, during the coach's so-called exclusive training, I was mercilessly raped by him. Later, I heard that many girls were raped like this because this gym was unreliable. Most chose to leave, after all, they all had their own families and were afraid of any negative impact. The few who stayed became the coaches' resources, their sex toys.

That's right, I became an object here. Everyone took turns passing me around, making me serve the various coaches, becoming their plaything.

With a slap, the coach who was currently raping me hit my butt. I excitedly barked "Woof" again.

"Haha, not bad. Too bad you're not my personal dog. Everyone's on you, you're practically a public bitch.

Pshaw, just a bus."

The trainer made a contemptuous sound while having sex with me, spitting on my back. I didn't complain at all; instead, I made even more excited, dog-like panting sounds.

Since the first time I was on top of someone, I not only didn't resist or raise any objections, but I even came to the gym earlier the next day. They identified me as having three advantages: good figure, money, and sex appeal.

My story spread quickly, and many trainers, and even some male customers who regularly trained there, would sometimes patronize me. In this relatively secluded gym, I became everyone's sexual outlet.

They ejaculated inside me without any restraint, and I even had to pay for my own birth control pills.

"Bitch, why aren't you saying anything? I said you could become my personal bitch, and I'd prepare your own dog food, put a collar on you, and keep you at my home." *Smack!* Another slap on my butt. This coach is the most ruthless here. His dark skin and massive pectoral muscles attract many women, and it's rumored that he actually keeps female dogs at home.

He's said to come from a small, barren place in Africa, a land of nothingness.

But it's this very place that has endowed many men with magnificent genitals. His penis is the largest I've ever had, and it's what has conquered many women.

Apparently, he actually killed a woman at home, fleeing after killing the chief's daughter. Through introductions, he finally arrived here as a fitness coach, undeterred by his imposing physique.

Currently, his large black penis is constantly entering and exiting my vagina. In his presence, I'm like a sex toy, completely at his mercy. White semen is continuously drawn out by his large black penis, leaving my vagina surrounded by white foam.

"No, Master, woof woof, I belong to everyone, woof," I reply, accompanied by physical pleasure.

There's another reason I say this: I'm lewd, but I'm not stupid. I don't lack money now; I'm enjoying the pleasure of sex. If I were to become someone's slave, I might not find satisfaction, and I might not even be able to meet many of my basic needs.

Although I may be promiscuous and slutty, I still have my rationality. During the time my husband and I were building our business, I was, after all, a successful professional with a high degree of rationality. I simply enjoy the ultimate in sex, but that doesn't mean I've given up the enjoyment of being a human being. I like to relax at home watching TV, I like to travel and go shopping, and I enjoy many of life's pleasures.

Therefore, becoming this person's exclusive sex slave, kept at home, is something I absolutely cannot agree to. Even from a purely sexual perspective, I'm free outside and can enjoy the penises of many men. But being kept at home, sharing one penis with several women, would be exhausting for a man's stamina.

Most people can insult me, humiliate me, and have sex with me. But absolutely no one can possess me; I'm very greedy, I crave everyone's semen. Hehe, that's me.

"Damn it, a bitch is a bitch, she can't understand human language!"

My refusal enraged the coach who was fucking me, and his large black hand grabbed my hair and pulled it back repeatedly. Originally, I was on all fours during sex, but now my neck was arched back, making me incredibly uncomfortable. But it was this discomfort that transformed into pleasure, leading to an orgasm.

"You filthy bitch, I spit on you!"

The African coach, after finishing with me, ruthlessly pulled out and threw me to the ground, completely ignoring me lying there, my vagina dripping with semen. He spat in my face, kicked my back, and walked away unhappily.

Lying there like a corpse, I was greeted by another coach. He placed me on the machine and began a new round of sex.

"Xiaoyan, have you lost a lot of weight lately? See? I told you this sex-based weight loss method works!" This person placed me on the machine, wedging part of my body into it. It was an arm strength training machine; I was now completely backed up, spread-eagled, my breasts and vagina exposed to the sky—looking incredibly wanton.

Through the semi-transparent frosted glass, I could see the woman having sex in the next room, staring at me in disbelief. Perhaps she felt she was promiscuous enough, just a casual fling by her cheating coach. Someone like me, a sex toy that anyone can have, is beyond her comprehension.

"Ah~ It works so well, so, ah... so well. Coach, ahhh~ I've lost so much weight, uhhh~ all the excess fat is gone. Ahhhh..." I replied, letting out wanton moans.

This was the first coach I met here, the first man besides my husband to have sex with me, and the first man I ever cheated on. He used the excuse of sex training, saying it was more effective than other exercises for strengthening the waist and other areas.

I knew he was lying, but at the time, feeling his powerful muscles, wasn't that exactly my type? So I nodded in agreement and began my decadent life.

"Since it works so well, it's not too much to ask your friends, is it?" the coach asked as he continued to fuck me.

"Ahhh~ I don't have any... friends... I can't find any..." I answered, because indeed, due to my solitary nature, I didn't have many friends.

"Damn it, you little bitch, how dare you defy me! I'll fuck you to death!" The coach seemed to sense I was lying, and like the previous coach, he was enraged by my words. His pace quickened, and I felt the massive penis inside my vagina thrusting wildly.

The sounds of his genitals slapping against me, combined with the sounds of his constant hitting, created a unique symphony in the private training room. Finally, with a roar, he ejaculated inside me.

"You slut, I spit on you!" he

spat, similarly covering me. Then, ignoring me sprawled out in a starfish position, he walked away alone.

[The End]

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