Gym instructor

Sigh...

He's a trainer at a well-known gym, and the best-built male I've ever seen. Actually, that's a
bit of an exaggeration, because at least the other trainers at the gym are all as muscular as oxen. But seeing him completely naked,
that image always makes my cheeks flush and my groin twitch whenever it pops into my head!

Let me start from the beginning.

I started going to that gym because my friend F joined, and apparently, you could recommend friends for a free trial for a few days.
I was recommended, but on my very first visit, a salesperson used their silver tongue to persuade me to buy. I couldn't resist
, so I bought a year's worth without really understanding what was going on.

That salesperson (I remember his name was Eric, is that his real name? Humph! :p) also convinced me to
buy "one-on-one" coaching sessions as a half-price deal. I inexplicably bought several sessions as well.

"Do you want to specify a male or female? You can choose..." Eric asked with a smile.

"A male is fine." For no particular reason, since I was going to get coaching, choosing a male seemed more appropriate.

So, on my first session, this trainer named Tom came.

My first impression of him was that he was a lump of flesh.

He was about 175 cm tall, with dyed brown hair, and his tight vest revealed defined muscles; the lines of his arm muscles were incredibly
attractive, making him look strong and powerful.

"Good morning, miss, what should I call you?" he greeted politely. His

refined demeanor combined with his muscular build instantly boosted his appeal.

"Call me Sandrea!" I replied.

"Hmm, Miss Sandrea, I really need to go buy some lottery tickets. To be able to train a super beauty like you
..." His words were sweet but not vulgar. "Then let's begin our first lesson."

"Okay!"

*** *** *** ***

For the next few lessons, we had one-on-one instruction.

Anyone who's been to a gym knows that the scene of a male trainer leading a female weightlifter can be quite sensual, especially
if the male trainer doesn't know to keep a safe distance. (Perhaps intentionally)

"Sandrea, again! Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, good, again!..."

"Ah...ah...um..."

These kinds of words would have different meanings in other contexts, but at that moment my whole body was sore, and
Tom would half-coax, half-force me to keep going.

I always wear a sports bra and sports pants to the gym, but at this time, I don't think anyone would have any sexual desire
! (Or maybe others would? I don't know!)

Anyway, my story with Tom didn't happen in class.

That day, after I finished exercising and took a shower, I was feeling refreshed and ready to go home. I saw Tom. He greeted me warmly
, and I smiled back. He followed me out of the store: "Sandrea, going home?"

"Yes." I smiled.

"I'll take you home, I have a car."

"Don't you have to go to work?" I asked, surprised.

"It's okay, just sneaking out for a bit, it's fine..." he laughed heartily. "I can find someone to
cover for me for an hour, no problem."

I smiled and raised my hand. "Thanks for your kindness, but I have a bike, and... I'm married."

This is my method for filtering out first-line pick-up artists. As long as I sense his intentions.

Tom spread his hands, grinning: "I didn't say I was going to rape you, miss, I just wanted to give you a ride home.
If you don't want it, fine, I don't mind!"

"Okay, bye-bye then." I said goodbye to him.

He went into the store, then suddenly turned back and shouted: "So, I'll see you the day after tomorrow?"

"Yeah, see you the day after tomorrow." I waved again.

After returning home, I found that his image kept flashing through my mind:

Tom taking off his shirt... Tom taking off his shorts... Tom taking off his underwear...

"Relax, Sandrea." Tom said gently to me, his strong arms lifting me up,
"I'll be very gentle..."

Damn it! Why am I thinking about these things?!

I slapped my head, got up to pour myself a glass of cold water, and faced with a table full of reports to be organized, I just
couldn't muster the energy. That night, I argued with my husband again when he came home late, and we continued our life of sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams...

*** *** *** ***

Two days later, I went to class again. As usual, after class, Tom followed me out.

"Sandrea, I'll take you home."

"Sir, do you have amnesia?" I smiled.

"No, but I've decided, you ride your bike, and I'll ride yours to take you home." This sounded stupid.

I couldn't help but ask, "Then how are you going to get back?"

"Walking, and getting some exercise while I'm at it." He laughed, "Haha... alright, I might as well take a taxi .
"

Faced with someone who persists even after being rejected, my conclusion is that they are either an idiot or a master. And these two are often only separated by a fine line; the idiot is just a master who keeps striking
at the wrong time. 　　I softened; there was no reason not to. 　　"Okay, it's your choice." 　　He happily went to borrow a helmet and gave me a ride home. I watched him walk back from my doorstep. 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　Once is never enough. 　　After I agreed to his request once, he would ride my bike to take me home after class every time, then walk home himself. After a few times, even if he wasn't teaching my class, if he saw me exercising and happened to be free, he would still take me home. 　　One day, just as I was about to get on his bike, he gestured for me to wait. 　　"Let's do something different today," he said with a smile. 　　"What?" I asked curiously. 　　"I'll give you a ride, but you'll sit backwards, with your back against mine." 　　I had never heard of such a ride before, but it sounded interesting.

I let him take me home like that. It was exciting, but not too dangerous. Watching the road move in different directions was really
fun. The sudden acceleration and deceleration also made my heart race. (Highly recommended, you can
try it :p)

*** *** *** ***

The next day, I went again, and he wanted to give me a ride again.

"Let's do something different," he said mysteriously.

"How about this time?" I asked expectantly.

"This time, I'll sit on the back of you, okay?" he asked with a questioning look.

I imagined the scene in my mind, it seemed a bit too much, but also a bit okay.

"Well... let's try it!"

He sat down first, his butt as far back as possible; it should have been fine for me to sit down, but he had to
lean forward extremely to grab the handlebars, which meant his chest was pressed tightly against my back.

"...Won't this be too sticky?" I still protested a little.

"Don't worry, it's nothing, it's just riding a bike," he explained.

It's best if it's just riding a bike, I thought to myself.

He started the bike and rode at an oddly slow pace.

I could feel his upper arm against my shoulder, and with every turn or acceleration, I could feel his massive muscles
colliding. Two hard, rock-like things were pressing against my back—presumably his pectoral muscles. With each breath,
I felt his firm abs and below—something very hard—pressing against my buttocks! ><

My house isn't far from the gym, so I didn't ride that distance for very long; otherwise, that strange posture would definitely have
gotten me pulled over by the police. But honestly, that physical contact really made me blush and my heart race.

He went home as if nothing had happened.

*** *** *** *** After that, almost every time I came out of class, he would wait for me at the door and suggest riding me around

in that weird position . 　　Didn't a scientist propose that dogs have a restraining response to bells?! 　　I've found myself starting to restrain myself! Every time before going to the gym, I look forward to that brief physical encounter after class! 　　We've maintained this, neither of us taking it any further. Until one day, as usual, we were riding our bikes in that strange posture, our faces flushed and our ears rubbing together, and we got off at my house again. 　　"I need to use the restroom," he said. 　　It sounded perfectly normal. 　　I took him upstairs, and he went into our bathroom. I went to the kitchen and got him a glass of water. He came out of the bathroom . I felt his eyes seemed a little strange. I got him the water, and as we got closer, I noticed his breathing was a little rapid, and his eyes seemed a little darting. And, damn it, my eye accidentally caught a glimpse of a prominent bulge under his sweatpants . 　　I only remember my face instantly turning bright red. He noticed too, and took a step forward, his face only ten centimeters away from mine, practically breathing directly into my face when he spoke. 　　"Sandrea, thank you for getting me the water," 　　he said, a simple sentence, but my face was flushed and my heart was pounding; I couldn't answer at all. More importantly, I felt something hard pressing against my waist. I didn't dare to think about what it was! (Okay, I admit I did wonder what it was...) 　　Seeing my strange expression, he moved closer, one hand on my arm, and whispered, " When is your husband coming back?" 　　Okay, this scene, this conversation, everything had already exceeded my remaining rationality! 　　I quickly turned around, but could only weakly say, "Why...why are you asking this?" 　　As I said before, a master is someone who makes the right move at the right time; every move he made was precise ! 　　He then placed his other hand on my shoulder, my chest pressing against his strong pectoral muscles with our rapid breathing. 　　He turned his head to my ear and whispered, "I want you!..." 　　I was completely flustered at this point, especially when my whole body was surrounded by solid muscles. I could only breathe rapidly and say in a weak voice, "He...won't be back for an hour or two..." 　　This was obviously the green light! What happened next was inevitable! 　　He slowly took off his vest, revealing his amazing pectoral muscles. 　　I couldn't resist touching it: "So...so big!..." 　　He smiled, gently taking my hand and guiding it down to his crotch; he used my hand to pull off his sweatpants, and my hand directly touched his large penis! His size was enormous, and the moment my hand touched it, my desire flared, and I felt a little wet down there; his hands weren't idle, skillfully removing my sports bra and shorts; he gazed intently at my body... 　　"Beautiful!..." he said. 　　I, meanwhile, was already aroused, staring at his penis and pectoral muscles. 　　His movements were slow and precise, like a performance, as he laid me flat on the sofa and began to play with my breasts. 　　I moaned softly, "Ah..." 　　He caressed me for a long time, completely igniting my desire! 　　He grabbed my waist, lifted my legs, and prepared to enter... 　　I half-murmured, grabbing his hand, "A condom..." I said. 　　He nodded, took a condom from his pants on the floor, put it on, smiled, and grabbed my waist again: "Sandrea, I'm going in..." 　　His glans rubbed slightly against the entrance of my vagina before slowly inserting it. 　　"Ah...ah...ah..." 　　His size was really large; the feeling of being penetrated was like being on the edge of pleasure and pain. He thrust all the way in, and I felt my cervix being pushed in. My whole body felt like it was on the verge of fainting from pain or losing consciousness , yet I was also completely overwhelmed by pleasure! 　　He slowly thrust in and out a few times, then suddenly, without warning, began to thrust his hips forcefully, each thrust being a thick, deep penetration ! I had no time to prepare and started to scream: "Ah!...ah...you...so deep! Ah..."

"Ah..."

Ignoring my moans, he gripped my waist and thrust forcefully,
the sensation of being penetrated to the hilt and then rapidly entering and exiting was utterly overwhelming, drawing me into a state of unconscious pleasure! In my hazy state, I only remembered him grabbing my breasts
and thrusting hard! I couldn't think straight; I was just constantly feeling the impact!

After a series of fast and powerful thrusts, he would suddenly slow down; I would regain some clarity, my panting
would subside, and my hands would reach out to touch his firm chest muscles; but after a few seconds, he would suddenly accelerate again, and I would scream wildly,

"Ah... I... I'm going to die... Ah... It's so big... Ah..."

After a series of alternating fast and slow movements, he would begin thrusting rapidly again. This time, however, he didn't slow down; he maintained a constant
rapid insertion and withdrawal.

"You... wait a minute... Ah... wait a minute... Slow down... Ah..."

He ignored my pleas and instead increased his speed. A few seconds later, I climaxed! My entire vagina
convulsed violently, my whole body twisting and convulsing, moaning and groaning…

He increased his speed. Suddenly, a low groan escaped my lips, and he ejaculated too! Inside me, our lower bodies
convulsed intertwined!

We gasped for breath for a long time before stopping.

*** *** *** ***

He picked me up, kissing my entire body, and I clung to him wantonly, touching every muscle in his body. Suddenly
, he lifted me up, like carrying a bride into the bridal chamber. I gasped softly as he carried me into the bathroom…

“I’ll help you bathe…”

he said. It felt a little strange, being in my own home. But we still needed to rinse off.

I turned on the showerhead, the water jets spraying over us both. I stared at the lines of his muscles, and I found
myself…

damn it, having those lewd thoughts again! ><

“Have you ever tried a Thai bath?” I asked him with a seductive smile.

He looked at me with a puzzled expression.

I grabbed some shower gel and lathered it on my breasts, creating lots of foam. Then, I had him sit while I knelt, using
my breasts to lather his back.

"Does it feel good?" I asked with a sly grin.

He looked incredulous. "So good..."

I moved my body up and down, left and right, my sagging breasts rubbing against his back muscles, my hands caressing his chest
muscles. After a while, he suddenly sat up and pulled me to face him...

"I'll lather you from the front too!..." he lewdly grinned.

I held his shoulders, my breasts tracing his chest, abs, and even his face; he greedily
tried to bury his face in my breasts; I continued lathering, and he held my waist, a satisfied, wicked smile on his face
. My breasts touched every perfect muscle of his, and I felt a surge of pleasure.

After a while, he finally couldn't take it anymore, sat up, and tried to penetrate me again. I pushed him away.

"You always forget the condom..." I said seductively.

I took a condom from the bathroom drawer and put it on him. He was facing me, half-lying in the bathtub. I
sat on top of him, he adjusted the angle, and then penetrated me again. Even in a semi-reclining position, he maintained his usual
technique, starting with slow thrusts, then a series of irresistible rapid thrusts, alternating...

I climaxed again in the bathroom! Finally, he ejaculated again!

We rinsed off in the bathtub, and I laughed, saying, "If you go to a Thai bath again, you'll never go back !
"

He smiled too. After 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　that ,　　of course, we went our separate ways. I even

kindly called him a taxi. 　　********** ... 　　Furthermore, this is one of the very few times my one-night stands happened at home, which makes me feel a little 　　　　　　　　　　　　　guilty 　　, given my married status. But I'm almost certain my husband has done similar things, which 　　became an excuse for 　　my crimes ! /__\ **************** ... If anything were to happen, it wouldn't happen in the gym or during a class. They're really dedicated in that respect. However, after work, when it comes to men and women, things are different: :p 　　The instructors are human too, and in great shape at that! 　　I think I should stop swooning:p 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　This is a continuation of "Six, Gym Instructors." 　　A few weeks had passed, and Tom and I were still taking classes, but nothing more happened. One day, Tom came to instruct my weight training class, accompanied by another instructor—Kevin. Kevin was about Tom's age, shorter, but his muscles were so prominent they looked like they were about to burst out of his vest. 　　Tom introduced him to me: "Sandrea, this is my colleague, his name is Kevin." 　　"Hello," I nodded politely. 　　"Kevin and I are good friends; he's our boxing and aerobics instructor."

"I don't want to spend any more money on courses." I couldn't help but interject, sticking out my tongue.

They looked at each other and laughed.

"Sandrea, you've misunderstood."

"We're not here to sell you courses, that would be too unethical." Kevin said with a smile, "Besides
, boxing aerobics is free, Sandrea, it seems you've never been to one."

Tom also smiled.

I blushed. "Sorry... well... please continue."

I blushed and lowered my head.

Tom nodded and continued, "Kevin and I often chat, and he told me that he recently
saw a student and really wanted to find someone to help him. When we discussed it, we realized he was talking about you."

"Help? Help with what?" I asked, puzzled.

"Be an assistant instructor for boxing aerobics." Kevin cleared his throat and said.

"You mean, demonstrate the movements during class."

"But I don't know anything about it! I've never even taken a class!" I said. "Being an assistant instructor doesn't require knowledge, you just need to stand on the stage and demonstrate." Kevin smiled

kindly . 　　"Of course I'll demonstrate first, you just need to follow along," he continued. 　　"Basically, it's like being a teaching assistant. Sometimes we pick out those with good form to go up on stage and help demonstrate, partly to make it look like there are more people on stage, and partly to give the coach a chance to give some individual guidance." 　　"But I haven't even sparred yet, how do I know I'm good at it?" 　　Kevin laughed again: "Tom told me you're very passionate about fitness, come almost every day, and are very talented in class." 　　He said, "And I saw you doing weight training before, and I thought you had a great physique and solid form, so I wanted to find you to be my regular teaching assistant for boxing cardio." 　　Tom joined in the persuasion: "Sandrea, boxing cardio can burn 400 calories in an hour . If you become a teaching assistant, it's like you're forcing yourself to do this exercise, which will only be good for your cardio volume, lung capacity, and circulation." 　　Their back-and-forth persuasion made me a little swayed, so I agreed to give it a try. 　　To prepare for the class, I bought a tank top like the ones they were wearing, deliberately avoiding low-cut ones. And to make sure my breasts fit comfortably, I specifically looked for a tight-fitting tank top made of elastic material. Even though my breasts are quite large, at least it's tight enough to prevent them from bouncing too much and to avoid showing cleavage, so hopefully it won't distract anyone during the class :p 　　(I don't know if other gyms have this practice of having members act as assistant instructors, but looking back , I suspect they conspired to just give Kevin a chance to get to know me! ><) 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　The class itself went smoothly. 　　I started working out one evening every weekend, accompanying Kevin as he led the exercises. Before the class, Kevin would briefly explain the movements to me so I had a general idea. I did achieve the desired workout results , and it wasn't just me; two other women I didn't know also led the class. I don't know if they were also members. 　　After I started to put in the effort, I discovered that I actually quite enjoyed the intense, sweat-inducing feeling of boxing aerobics— a feeling of complete liberation! 　　As I said, the story doesn't happen during class or work hours. 　　A few weeks after I started as a teaching assistant, one day, after finishing my class as usual, the students left to shower. Kevin and I stayed in the classroom chatting and doing some stretching. He talked to me about some things related to boxing aerobics. 　　We got along better and better, and started talking and exercising in the classroom. He put on some music, and we moved around freely in the classroom. Before we knew it, time had passed, until the other instructors came to turn off the lights and were surprised to find that we were still there. 　　"Kevin, we're closing." 　　That's when we realized that the gym was empty and most of the lights were off. 　　"Oh no, what should we do? I haven't showered yet," I said. 　　"That won't do, you'll catch a cold," Kevin said considerately, turning to the other instructor. 　　"XX, I'll lock the door for you. I'll let her go shower." 　　"Oh, okay, that's up to you. I'm leaving now," the instructor said, adding, "The main door is closed too. You can take her out through the back door later." 　　"Okay!" Kevin assured him. 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　Kevin led me to the shower room door, got me a towel, and then said, "Let me make a deal with you, Sandrea. Let's save some electricity. I'll use the men's shower. I'll pick the one furthest from you , I promise I won't peek, okay?" 　　Of course, I felt a little strange, but I knew him a bit, and I thought it probably wouldn't happen, so I agreed . 　　(Later, I met other fitness instructors and mentioned this story because I wanted to know what was amiss. One instructor listened, shaking his head, saying Kevin had violated at least several of their internal rules, and immediately concluded it was all pre-planned.) 　　While showering, I heard Kevin's voice from some distance away, "I'm in the innermost stall , don't worry, I won't peek." 　　"Okay, I believe you, no need to keep promising," I said. 　　I'd only just started washing my hair when I realized something serious: after getting a towel, I'd forgotten to get clothes . This meant that after showering, I'd only have the towel to wear. 　　Normally it might not matter, but now it was just the two of us in the shower, and it made me uneasy . But I'd already showered; I couldn't just run naked to a locker far away to get clothes. I pondered this, hesitating until I finished showering, but ultimately, Kevin's behavior over the past few weeks, which seemed like that of a gentleman, convinced me to trust him.

I finished showering and wrapped a towel around my body. The towel wasn't very big, just about from my chest
to my thighs, but it covered everything I needed to.

I went out and dried my hair in front of the mirror outside the shower.

I'd only just started when I heard his footsteps.

"It feels so good after a shower, doesn't it, Sandrea?" He stood beside me casually, and we
faced each other in the mirror.

My face instantly turned red, burning down to my ears.

Kevin took a towel even smaller than me and wrapped it around his waist, only reaching his knees.
The knot was open on his left side, directly facing me. If I glanced to my right, I could see part of his
muscular buttocks exposed by the slit, his bare upper body, his exaggeratedly prominent pectoral and abdominal muscles—any
woman would blush and her heart would race, let alone me, now that I was in the same room with him, completely naked except for the towel
!

Even worse, I saw a noticeable bulge in the towel around his crotch in the mirror, and I think I
saw it throbbing!

Now I think he did it on purpose, trying to make me blush, but at that moment, all I could do was blush
.

Being thrust into that situation without any warning, if he had forced himself on me, I probably wouldn't have resisted
. But he didn't. He just casually talked about the aerobics we'd discussed that day, as if we
were dressed normally in class.

I still occasionally stole glances at his crotch and could still seem to see a slight throbbing, indicating that he
wasn't entirely without impure thoughts. But the conversation remained completely normal.

Afterwards, we went to change our clothes. He led me to the back door, and I went home.

Nothing happened that day, but that almost provocative scene is unforgettable! Kevin was still
the good guy I thought he was, but his erection indicated that he wasn't without ulterior motives.

*** *** *** ***

The second week, I was especially vigilant, but we naturally went our separate ways after class.

The same thing happened the following week. After class, he started chatting with me, this time
about aerobic exercise; again, the conversation went too far until the same instructor poked his head in to remind
us; we went to shower again, and again, only one shower stall was open!

This time, I wouldn't make the same mistake as before. I brought all my clothes into the shower. After showering, I was supposed to put everything
back on, but I felt that just wearing a towel was quite comfortable, so I just wore my underwear, wrapped the towel around myself
, and went out.

Not long after, I heard Kevin's footsteps again, again only wearing a towel and completely naked;
his chest made my face flush, he stood beside me in front of the mirror as if nothing had happened; again, I damn well
started blushing to the roots of my ears!

He suddenly glanced at me and said, "Sandrea, are you very tired today? You
look sore all over..."

"I'm okay, not too tired..."

He then walked behind me completely naturally and placed his hands on my shoulders:
"Your muscles look very tired, let me massage them for you..."

In this situation, I could, of course, immediately leave with a straight face, or I could slowly enjoy it.

While I was still thinking, his hands had already begun the massage, and he began to professionally explain: "
This is what we call the deltoid muscle. There's often a lot of soreness accumulating here, so it's very painful, especially after
doing upper body exercises like boxing aerobics. We should use this massage method, feel it..."

These words successfully dispelled any fear I had; instead, I felt a bit like I was in a class. His massage was really
comfortable! Before long, I found myself unconsciously closing my eyes...

He continued massaging, continuing his explanation. I slowly succumbed to a blissful, pliable sensation…

His hands began to move away from my shoulders, sliding down to my upper arms: “These are my biceps and triceps
, which were used extensively just now, so we need to massage them properly to get better blood circulation…”

I occasionally mumbled, “Hmm, I understand…” but I wasn’t really listening; I was simply enjoying
the massage.

His hands moved down again, reaching the center of my back, under my armpits near my breasts, while he continued his rambling
. However, his hands began to probe towards the outer edge of my breasts! Seeing that I didn’t react, he intensified his approach, inch by inch, until
eventually, he was practically inside the towel, massaging my breasts through my bra, all the while spouting off a bunch of academic nonsense!

The reason I didn’t stop him was because, although his hands were pressing on my breasts, they were still through my bra
; he hadn’t actually put his hands inside, seemingly hovering on the edge of a well-intentioned massage. Another reason was that
his massage was incredibly, incredibly comfortable, and I really didn’t want to ask him to stop!

After massaging me for a while, it wasn't just my chest anymore; he started massaging several specific points all over my body.
I was starting to lose my senses, forgetting that we were in the same room, forgetting my married status!
It wasn't that I started having inappropriate thoughts, but rather that my mind went blank, devoid of morality or desire, only filled with
the euphoria transmitted to my very core!

Seeing how comfortable I was, he probably became lustful (or perhaps that was his true nature), and his hands slowly moved back to my
upper body, gently, slowly untying my towel…

*thud!* It fell to the floor!

He continued massaging my back without stopping, until he reached the clasp of my bra… gently unhooking it, softly
pulling it down, revealing my breasts…

I snapped out of my euphoric daze: "You?!…"

He moved closer to me, his chest muscles pressing against my back, his hands supporting the lower edge of my breasts. I
saw my breasts in the mirror, lifted high, appearing exceptionally large and firm, with a pair of dark hands at the lower edge…

The sight was incredibly arousing!

He whispered, "Sandrea, it will be very comfortable..."

I couldn't explain what was wrong; maybe the atmosphere was off, maybe I was in a bad mood that day, but that sentence...
The words pulled me back to reality, waking me up quickly!

"No!...Kevin, I'm sorry, we can't do this!..."

I broke free from his embrace, grabbed my bra, snatched my bathrobe, and ran out to the closet
to get my clothes, my hands trembling as I put them on. Fortunately, he still had a basic conscience; seeing that I didn't want to comply, he
didn't force me. He still opened the door and led me out.

After that, of course, I never went to the boxing aerobics class as an assistant instructor again; anyway, I wasn't the only one.

*** *** *** ***

Another month passed.

Halfway through my class with Tom, Kevin came over again, gesturing to Tom that he wanted to
talk to me alone. I stopped my weight training.

"Kevin, how is it?" I said rather rudely.

"Sandrea, I want to apologize for what happened that day..." he said, a broad smile on his face.
"I was really out of my mind that day. I want to express my apology to you through my actions!"

"No need, we're just in a public relationship, there's nothing to apologize for, really!"

"No, no, I really have to say sorry, you have to accept this gift!..." he said earnestly.

I laughed. "Okay, so what do you want?"

Seeing that I wasn't angry anymore, he smiled: "This is a very special gift, really, but you might need to
come to my house."

I was puzzled, wondering if he was trying to use the same trick again: "Hey, what are you trying to do now?"

"No, no! Really, I just want to give you a gift." He said, "I promise I won't do anything to you,
I swear on my life. If I rape you, we can record it that day, and if I rape you, I'll let you sue me until I die
. Really!"

Record it?! Rape?!

The more I listened, the more illogical it became. What if he raped me, recorded it, and then used the tape to blackmail me instead of giving it to me? I couldn't
even imagine

it! Did he think I was a child, that I wouldn't think of this?!

I told him all this.

"Or we could call Tom over," he said. "If he's watching, I probably won't do anything."

That sounded like he was asking for trouble. Tom had slept with me, and I had recently rejected him.
What if the two of them teamed up to rape me?

I still shook my head.

We went back and forth, and finally he said, "Okay, to be honest, it's a very special
show that I want to perform for you, but we need a location. I won't use it as an excuse to rape you."

To me, it sounded like magic or something. To be honest, I was a little curious, so I agreed
, but I made sure I didn't want any video or audio recording stuff.

He said okay.

I finished exercising, and it was past ten o'clock. I went to call him as he instructed. When he saw me, he explained the situation and
then took me to his house.

*** *** ***

He gestured for me to sit down and handed me a glass of champagne.

"You drink champagne at a show?" I laughed. But a little suspicious,
what ? So I didn't drink a drop.

He went into the room and busied himself for a while. I was getting impatient waiting outside and started urging him.

Suddenly, the living room lights went out; I didn't even notice when he came out and turned them off.

A large flashlight beam, red and flickering
, came from somewhere on the floor, and electronic music started blaring from the speakers. I was startled. He walked into the living room,
wearing only leopard-print underwear. Under the light, his naked body looked wild and provocative, exuding
a seductive allure!

He began to dance gracefully to the music, each movement bold and sexually suggestive.

I was terrified, thinking, what if he forced himself on me?! But the lighting, the atmosphere, and the provocative scene
slowly made me stop thinking, and my face began to flush and my heart to race…

He picked up a black leather whip and lashed the sofa with a powerful "crack!"

Then, he walked towards me, whipping it around…

He wrapped the whip around my neck, making me feel his chest muscles pressing against my nipples; then,
he began to sway to the music, rubbing against me, his penis boldly and forcefully
tracing patterns on my body through my underwear, rubbing against my thighs… My mind was already a complete mess!

The music suddenly changed to a Kylie Minogue song, and for some reason, there were some moaning sounds in the background
, and they kept going…

My lust began to surge! Kevin, too, became increasingly wild. Suddenly
, he pulled down his underwear, revealing his penis, which looked exceptionally hard and huge in the flashing lights
!

He walked behind me, his chest muscles rubbing against my back, and I could feel the hardness of his penis. He
leaned close to my ear from behind, asking through the music, "Do you want it?"

Lost in passion, I didn't answer. He became bolder, pressing his penis against my buttocks, rubbing it against
me, while his hand supported my waist, and another hand moved down, caressing my genitals through my pants…

My desire was unbearable! Finally, I turned around, hooking one arm around his neck and the other
on his chest, forcefully thrusting my tongue into his mouth…

This was tantamount to saying, "I want it!"

*** *** *** ***

We kissed passionately for a long time. Suddenly, he pulled away, quickly stripping off all my clothes and
ripping off my underwear!

I gasped, "Ah!…"

He bent down to get something. With my last shred of reason, I reminded him to use a condom, and he nodded. After
a few steps , he took out a condom and put it on. Then, he picked up a leather whip and tied my hands behind my back to the doorknob.
At that moment, lust overcame my reason and sense of crisis, and I felt extremely excited! My

hands were tied behind my back, and he began to wildly ravage every inch of my skin, constantly caressing me.
My breasts, my buttocks, and other parts of my skin...

I had already started moaning loudly...

I closed my eyes and groaned...

He lifted my waist and thrust in hard without saying a word! I cried out...

He kept thrusting in and out to the rhythm of the electronic music...

"Ah... ah... ah..." My cries were drowned out by the music.

He thrust in and out, swaying his hips! He covered one of my breasts with his mouth, sucking greedily, while his other hand
kneaded it up and down forcefully. I was completely engulfed in wild hysteria, screaming incessantly...

After a while, the electronic music suddenly stopped, and he stopped too.

He untied my hands, turned me to face the door, and made me put my hands on the door. He grabbed me from behind,
straightened my position, then grabbed my buttocks and thrust in hard...

"Ah!..." I still couldn't help but cry out.

At this moment, the music stopped, and the surroundings were quiet, with only the sound of flesh colliding. The flickering lights continued to flash,
and I remained lost in a daze, moaning softly with each of his thrusts…

His hands gripped my breasts tightly, squeezing them forcefully as he thrust powerfully…

He began to make low moans: “Mmm… mmm…” like the sounds of someone exerting themselves at the gym;
and my breasts, held firmly in his grasp, the pleasure of my nipples, the pleasure of being penetrated, the pleasure of the lights and sound effects, all
surged up incessantly…

I only remember moaning and crying out incessantly, his thrusts becoming faster and faster, until his
hands tightened around my breasts, and I felt the throbbing of his ejaculation inside my vagina! …

After a long while, he slowly released his hands…

We remained in that back-to-back embrace position, relaxing for a while. He turned off the lights, turned on the main light,
and then told me to take a quick shower.

As we dressed, I laughed and asked, “So, after all this time, you invited me to this show to pay for my
ticket with my body?”

He seemed to have heard some huge joke, laughing continuously, and then repeatedly apologizing.

"But I didn't rape you," he said.

Again, we went back to our normal lives the next day as if nothing had happened.

After that, I didn't go to boxing aerobics anymore, and I deliberately avoided him a little.

*** *** *** ***

One day, I passed by the coach's room on the first floor and stopped when I heard voices coming from inside.

"Did you sleep with Sandrea again?" It was Kevin's voice.

"No, she wouldn't let me, sigh!" Tom said.

"I really want to thank you for introducing me to this super hot stunner, haha!" Kevin
laughed frivolously.

"Yeah, I have to say, she's amazing!" Tom said.

"Yeah, she's got a great figure, she moans and wiggles, I haven't found a good one like her in a long time."
Kevin said.

"Did you manage to get her to record it?"

"No, she didn't want it later, I was preparing things and forgot to prepare the video camera, I only
remembered after I brought her in, but it was too late." Kevin said.

My vision blurred, and I felt an urge to jump off a building.

"Is there any way to trick her into a threesome?" Kevin asked. "I really want to see her being
penetrated from behind while I ejaculate on her breasts!"

"Damn, just talking about it is getting me hard," Tom lewdly grinned.

I couldn't listen anymore. How were they planning their scheme? I never wanted to see them again! 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　From the next day 　　onward,

I never went back to that gym, wasting over a month of my time. **********

... However, physically speaking, the gym trainer was truly amazing :p 　　I've had one or two more gym trainers since then, and my friends jokingly call me a gym killer :p 　　I have a lot of complaints about this experience, but you have to admit, his idea of tricking me into going after my first rejection, and then offering me a muscular male model show (a gym trainer's advantage), was brilliant. And I definitely succumbed :p 　　I suspect he used this trick on more than just me. Has anyone else encountered something similar? It 's really hard to resist! ...><

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