Blair takes you training

“Today I’m overseeing the start of your training regime,” Blair tells you.

She drives to the next town over, a trip that takes half an hour, initially down winding roads and between isolated farmsteads, before hitting bigger roads that bypass villages. Just as you’re about to drive into town, she turns off and into a carpark for a nearby football stadium. You’ve heard of this team, but know little about it, except it’s a non-league team playing in the lower echelons of the league system. Semi-professional, you believe. The stadium is small, compact, holds a couple of thousand at most, but it has a proper training ground to one side.

“The school has permission to use the club’s training ground and equipment. Only when they’re not using it, obviously. And they’re playing away today. So, this morning, I’ll be putting you through your paces. First warm up. Then some exercises and last, the weight machine.” She points to the weight machines to one side. “I want to see what weight you can press, and the ones in school are women specific, for obvious reasons. These bad boys have a higher maximum range, although the ones in the rugby club have even more weight. But I don’t think you’re up for those.”

Your paces mean her paces.

You change in the same changing room (no point being coy, you’ve both seen each other naked). Then Blair sets you warming up, while she goes looking for a pair of small dumbells.

“We’ll start with circuit training, a couple of minutes of each of these exercises, boost your strength, but most of all boost your endurance.”

Two minutes of walking lunges while holding the dumbbells, followed by two minutes of push ups. After that she leads you to a set of bars for pull ups. Most of the bars are way too high for you. The one she picks is just in your reach.

“Come on you can do better than that.”

You can’t. It’s two minutes of dangling from the bar, letting go and tumbling on the mat, just to be chided into trying again. Your arms ache like anything.

Thankfully the next exercise is sit ups, complicated by adding a resistance band to the equation. Then steps; step up, step down, while your arms are leaden with the now considerable weight of the dumbbells. They weren’t that heavy earlier. But they are the same dumbbells. Then squats, which turns your legs into jelly.

“You need endurance,” Blair chides you. “If you want to be my man, and trust me you want to be my man, you need to be prepared to be ridden all night. Just having a wonderful cock isn’t enough.”

That is an incentive. An incentive to carry on through mountain climbers, and burpees, and Romanian deadlifts, before having to repeat the entire circuit.

By the time she’s finished, your eyesight is blurred, your t-shirt is stuck to your body with sweat, and muscles you didn’t even know existed ache. But she’s not finished with you yet.

You’ve still got the weight machine.

Thankfully for this one you lie on your back. She sets the weight. Not too high. Good. About the weight of the dumbbells, for five reps at least. Then she increases it. And increases it. And increases it. Initially between every five reps. Eventually between every ten. A pause while she increases the weight. Until your arms are shaking with each rep.

One more weight and it feels too much. You shake your head. She doesn’t take that as answer. She straddles you and sits down on your groin. Can your cock really feel the heat of her vagina through your shorts, through her shorts. No, that’s just imagination, but its imagination enough to get your cock stirring.

“Come on you can do this.” She leans down. Her bosom is really straining her top. “You are doing this. Ten reps. If you don’t, I’m not fucking you tonight.”

Then she wiggles her ass, and it must be your imagination, but you swear you can feel her pussy lips through the layers of cloth.

With motivation like that, there’s no way you’re failing now. Your vision blurs. Your breath stutters. Your arms are like spaghetti. But ten reps come. And leave you lying on your back, defeated.

Blair leans down and kisses you hard. “Oh, we’re going to have fun tonight.”

And you know it was all worth it.