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Sophie’s Fantasies
Sophie’s Fantasies
I beginning with saying that I don’t usually go for muscle-y, or even what
most people consider to be “hot” guys.
But every now and then I catch a glimpse of a perfectly chiseled torso and
I get it. It feels very animalistic to admire a great torso and anything
that makes you feel primal also makes you feel sexy. It’s a feeling like
yes, this is the human form in it’s most perfect condition and I would not
at all mind being underneath it.
This is all to say when I met my physical trainer I was not intimidated by
his striking appearance rock hard body. Of course he was going to be hot,
it was his full-time job to look ridiculous, like being an underwear model
but with more. I greeted him with, “I think you should know that I hate
working out.” I thought he’d laugh or at least smile, but he just locked
eyes with me and said, very seriously, “That’s not good.”
My heart sank. I had signed up for a personal trainer because I did hate
working out. I didn’t even know how to use a gym. I was a cheerleader in
school and I loved being active back then, but I hated the workouts
involved. Now that I was out of school and working an an office setting, I
spent way too much time on my ass to not learn how. I foolishly hoped he
would take it easy on me.
“You’re going to start by emailing me every night to tell me everything
you ate that day.” “Oh,” I replied, “I don’t think I have an issue with my
diet, I’m just looking to learn how to stay in shape.”
“No. I need to review what you are putting into your body. It affects what
I will have you do in our sessions.” He was so serious.
And so I began ending every night with an email to my hot trainer, Chris.
I tried to be conversational, explaining anything that looked too
unhealthy:
Hi Chris,
Here’s my food for the day:
Breakfast:
1 egg white/1 egg
slice of cheddar cheese
sriracha
Lunch:
1 slices wheat bread
turkey/lettuce/mayo
1 bag pop chips
1 chocolate donut (a coworker brought them in for her birthday)
Snack:
string cheese
Dinner:
Cheeseburger and 1/4 serving of fries (it was a first date, I couldn’t
order a salad!)
No response. He never responded. He only looked at me disapprovingly when
it came time for our weekly session. “Sophie, you’re going to stick to
your meal plan this week. Or else I’m going to be forced to punish you
next session.”
“Isn’t working out punishment enough?”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” He smirked. It was the first time I’d
seen anything resembling a smile. He looked good.
It was then that I realized how attracted to him was. I’d thought about
him all week, how I needed to impress him by sticking to my meal plan or
by including a funny comment at the end of my email — and how he didn’t
crack until he talked about punishing me. What did he even mean?
That second training session was harder than the first. Instead of just
showing me a bunch of machines and how to use them, we did a circuit, and
he watched me complete each rep. I was laying on a bench lifting small
dumbbells over my head when I noticed how low he wore his pants. His hands
were outstretched spotting me, causing his t-shirt to lift up a bit and
exposing a few inches of his very lower abdomen. I think my jaw dropped a
bit as I did a double take over his exposed body and up to his smirking
face.
Shit. He caught me staring.
He was almost laughing now as he told me to get up. It was time for the
treadmill. I followed him groaning internally. “I’m going to push the
buttons for you, you’re not to touch them. Got it?” What did he mean?
“What if I need to run slower?” I asked him. “Sophie, I know what I’m
doing. You’re going to need to trust me.”
He started me off at 4.0. I could almost walk. “This is a good pace,” I
laughed. “Nah, you’re just warming up.” He’s an expert, I thought, just
trust him this one time and see what happens. And so I did, and it was
really an incredible workout. I ran faster and harder than I ever would
have on my own and it sucked — but I stuck with it. “I think I can see a
little bit about why people do this for fun,” I told him.
“I told you you’d like it,” He said grinning playfully. “Now go hit the
showers and I’ll see you here next week.” With that he slapped my ass,
turned, and walked back towards the trainer’s desk. What?
What was he thinking? You can’t just slap a woman’s ass? That’s like,
sexual harassment or something. Plus, I was paying him money. The whole
thing was weird. I should have been upset, but I wasn’t. In fact, if I was
honest with myself, I was giddy.
I showered at the gym and replayed the moment a hundred times. Had he
tried to pat me on the back and grossly misjudged the distance? Was it a
force of habit from his football days? By the time I’d dried myself off
and dressed again I’d convinced myself that it was a mistake. A
meaningless mistake.
But I caught his eye as I walked from the locker room to the front
entrance. And I could have swore he winked.
The next week I was vigilant with my meal plan. I wanted to impress Chris.
I wanted him to be proud of me.
Hi Chris,
This is what I ate today:
Breakfast:
2 egg whites, 1 egg
onion and red pepper
1/3 cup skim milk
Lunch:
1 whole wheat wrap
1 chicken breast
1 cup mixed peppers
fajita seasoning
Snack:
1/4 cup almonds
Dinner:
1 chicken breast
2 cups broccoli
4 tbsp soy sauce
1 cup strawberries
Hope your week is going well :)
I used a god damn smiley face and he still didn’t respond. But I knew he’d
have an opinion on my improvement, I just needed to wait until our
session.
To my surprise, when I emailed him my final food log before our meeting,
he responded:
Sophie,
The gym is undergoing routine maintenance this afternoon. I moved our
session to 10pm.
Chris
Of course this seemed suspicious. Of course it did. At least, I wanted it
to be suspicious. I wanted it to be a farce, for this to be some made up
reason for him to get me alone while the gym was deserted. But I couldn’t
be sure. John was so stoic. And he was perfect looking. Why would he be
interested in me?
But I spent extra time getting ready that night anyways. I wore new capri
workout leggings that hugged my curves and I showered beforehand, so that
my hair was clean and bouncy in my long pony. As I drove to the gym I
decided I was nervous. Even if his excuse is real, I have a little crush
on him. I want this to go well.
I met him in the secluded, smaller area where we always worked. It was
equipped with cardio machines and tons of free weights and weight
machines, but it was a bit smaller and quieter than the main gym, for
people to work with their clients. Right now, it was completely deserted.
“Hi Sophie.”
Chris was waiting for me, leaning against a treadmill. He had some
five-o-clock shadow around his jaw.
“Hi,” I said meekly, probably letting on how nervous I was.
“I told you if your eating habits didn’t improve this week I was going to
have to punish you.” I looked up and Chris was suddenly in front of me,
looming over my small figure.
“But — I did improve! I did really well this week.”
“I know you did, and I knew you would. I just think a little punishment is
what you need to be completely on the right track.”
It was insane, the things that happened inside me when he said punishment.
It tugged at a place deep inside and I found myself too willing to feel it
again to care that this conversation was reckless.
“Okay.”
With that he was on me. He had closed the distance between us and my back
was on the trainer’s desk and his hips were pressing against me as his
mouth found mine. He was a sexy kisser. Way more passionate than I’d
expect, but controlled. Rhythmic.
Even so, I couldn’t cast my surprise and doubts aside.
I moved away from him. “I don’t think we should…” I said the words though
I didn’t really believe them. This was weird, we were in public. But I
always wanted it. Like, really wanted it.
“Sophie,” He said sternly, closing the distance between us, “I think we’ve
established by now that I know what’s best for you.” He caressed my face
with one hand before moving it gently behind my head where it closed,
suddenly, on a handful of hair at the back of my head causing me to tilt
my head back, exposing my neck. With his other hand on the small of my
back he pulled my hips towards his, I could feel his erection as he began
nibbling at my neck.
I stepped back again, but this time to hop up on the desk and spread my
legs so he could move between them, pressing his crotch aggressively
against mine as we kissed. I gave in completely to what was about to
happen. The thin lining of his gym shorts and my leggings wasn’t keeping
anything a secret.
He started pressing his hips into mine rhythmically, I think he couldn’t
help himself. But realizing that I was going to throw caution completely
to the wind and embrace this for whatever it was, I wanted to blow him
first, to slow everything down. I slid off the desk and onto my knees in
front of him. I looked up — he was smirking again.
His low-hanging gym shorts were no obstacle at all and I simply pulled
them down to reveal his throbbing erection. I was so turned to see him in
that state for me. “Sophie,” He called from up there, “this is what you do
to me.” He put one hand on his cock and guided it into my mouth and his
other hand on the back of my head, guiding my receipt of it.
I was acutely aware that we were still in a semi-public setting and that
this was a rushed and probably ill-advised encounter but I couldn’t help
myself and Why not give in to what our bodies are desiring?
He was still guiding my blow job, feeding me his cock and then timing his
hip thrusts with when he would push on my head and I would bob up and
down. Just like how he’d been timing the speed and duration of my runs. I
trusted him now. It had been the perfect practice.
I could tell he was really into it be watching his face and feeling how
tense he was down there. After a few minutes he guided me up and I removed
my pants completely and laid back on the trainer’s desk. He laughed for
the first time since I’d met him as he grabbed my thighs and pulled my
body into his, entering me.
He thrusted hard as he held my thighs, ensuring I wouldn’t bounce too far
away. He was the same way he was when he was watching me lift weights,
with controlling eyes. He lifted one hand to caress my face and slipped
his thumb into my mouth. I welcomed it into my mouth and swirled my tongue
around and sucking it. I wanted to show him that I trusted him.
I think that turned him on even more because his speed increased and I
delighted in turning him on and gave into the rhythm of his body on mine.
He was going to make me cum. This whole time I’d been so good about not
making noise but as I felt that tension roll up from my crotch through my
bell and my eyes roll back into my head I began moaning. He quickly
covered my mouth with his hand and lifted me off the desk, holding me in
his arms and continuing to thrust into me while I came all over him.
He laid me down again and came quickly after that. As we got dressed again
he dismissed me for the night and I returned home to my first ever
personal email from Chris:
Sophie,
You’ve shown a lot of improvement this week. Looking forward to next.
Chris.
_______________________________________
It’s a hot summer day, clear skies and warm 90 degrees.
I was invited to a pool party by my best friend and her husband Steve. I
go through my bikinis and decide on a hot pink microcosmic that leaves
nothing to imagination, a sheer cover up and a pair of wedge sandal heels.
I arrive casually late to find the party in full swing, music blasting,
people drinking and people splashing in the pool. My bestie greets me with
a big hug and kiss and said “Finally your here and FUCK you look HOTT!!”
Steve sees me and from the look he’s giving me I can’t tell he likes what
he sees, he approaches me ” Sophie it’s about time your here, can I grab
you drink?” Thanks I would love one.
As always I get a lot of looks from the guys and a lot of glares from the
girls but that just puts a smile on my face and makes me want to flirt
with their men even more.
After a few hours of dancing, drinking and getting wet in the pool I make
my way to the pool house to use the bathroom to freshen up. When I finish
I open the door of the bathroom to exit only to find Steve standing there,
he pushes his way into the bathroom and closes the bathroom door behind
him. Without a word he takes hold of me and kisses me rough and hard. I
try to push away but he’s too strong, shoving his tongue down my throat as
hes groping me everywhere. He forcefully puts is his hand down my bikini
bottoms and touches my wet pussy, I pull away telling him to Stop! Don’t!
He tells me “You now you want this as much as I do, you know you wore that
bikini for me hoping to turn me on and you have!” “Your a whore Sophie and
I’m gong to fuck you like one.”
He was in control, I had no power here. I told myself to be a good girl
and do what ever he said. He could see it in my eyes that I surrendered to
his will. He forced me down to my knees and began fucking my mouth. He
fucked my mouth with his big, thick cock, at times gabbing hold of my head
and forcing his dick down deep in my throat making hard to breath. After
he had his fill with my mouth he stood me up and untied my bikini top
releasing my full breast. He sucked, nibbled and slapped my tits soar. He
untied my bottoms and shoved his fingers in my now drench pussy. This put
a smile on his face as he knew he was right, I did want this to happen.
He picks me up sits me on the counter, spreads my legs apart and rams his
throbbing hard cock in my longing wet pussy. He fucks me like a starving
man that hasn’t eaten in weeks. The way he kisses, holds and fucks me lets
me know that this is something he’s been wanting for a long time and could
no longer hold back. He finishes by inserting his finger in my ass as he’s
fucking me and this makes him cum long and hard in me. He unloads every
drop of cum in me. He pulls out and tells me “Don’t clean up, I want to
know my cum is dripping out of your pussy all day long.”
He left the bathroom and then the pool house, I soon followed. No one ever
knew what happened that day and how that was the beginning of an on going
affair with my best friends husband.
_________________________________________
It’s Friday night, the long work week is done. I need a drink to relax
and let loose. I walk into my neighborhood bar to grab a glass or 2 of
wine. As I’m sipping my wine and I see you looking at me from across the
bar. Your piercing sexy eyes staring at me and even from afar I can feel
your desire. You get up and walk towards me not focusing on anyone or
anything around you, just me. You sit right next to me and ask to buy me a
drink and with a flirty smile I say “yes, thank you”.
A little back and forth between us talking dirty and getting to know each
other not that I really focus on the conversation because the chemistry
between us is so intents.I feel my pussy getting wet and my nipples
hardening. I focus on your mouth and wonder if you know how to really kiss
a girl. Your strong hands as you move them when your talking in
conversation. I can see that your cock is slightly bulging through your
jeans and I excite myself with the prospects of fucking you. As though
your reading my thoughts You stand quickly and tell me “Come with me.”
We walk to the back of the bar to a more secluded booth. As soon as we sit
we start to kiss, soft at first then with more passion as we continue.
Your hands caressing my body and getting to know every one of me curves.
My hands too start exploring your body and feeling your now hard cock
bulging through your jeans. The desire grows stronger and stronger till we
can’t help ourselves any more we need to have each other right there and
then.
You sit me on the table, you pull my black form fitting pencil skirt up
reveling my garter belt attached to my black sheer hose. Your pleasantly
surprised to find out i’m wearing red crotch less panties. At that point
I’m sure I’m going to feel your fingers in my now drench pussy but you
make me wait. You go up to my white button down blouse and start to
unbutton it slowly reveling my red lace push up bra making my already full
size C’s even fuller. You release one breast out of the cup and begin
sucking, kissing and nibbling it.
We don’t notice at first that we are being watch by 3 guys just standing
there with their drinks in hand while one of them is holding his phone
taking pictures. Knowing we’re being watch turns me on even more. You
slide me down to the end of the table, you get down on your knees and
start licking my pussy. You know what your doing, you love eating pussy
and do so every time you get the chance. Your hitting my spot over and
over again with enough presser that it doesn’t take long and I cum all
over your mouth.
You lift me off the table, turn me around and bend me over it. You spread
open my legs. You can’t help but give my ass a little spanking to tease
me. You unbutton, unzip your jeans and release your thick, big cock out of
your jeans. rubbing the tip of your cock from my pussy to to my ass and
from my ass to my pussy till you finally insert your engorged cock in my
pussy. You don’t start off slow, we’re to horny for that now, you ram it
in as deep as you can go. It feels so good I can’t help moan.
One hand on my waist and the other on shoulder you pound me with such
force that I squirt all over. The site of it is so hot that one of the
guys watching us can’t help but join us. He undoes his pants, pulls out
his hard cock and shoves it in my mouth. Mmmmmmmm he taste so good and I
just want more. By now the other two men have undone their pants and start
jacking off above me as your pounding my pussy and I’m suck this strangers
cock. I cum a few times more with more intensity but i wont stop till
everyone has climaxed and gotten their fill. Before I know it like
domino’s first the stranger in my mouth cums down my throat, you cum in my
now soar pussy from the pounding of you big cock and the two men over me
cum all over my tits one right after the other.
Covered in cum from mouth to pussy, I think I’m starting my weekend off
right ;) .
