Give you a blowjob

“I would love it you could suck my dick,” you blurted out, unable to stop yourself from this crude comment while looking at this dreamy woman who had already started slowly drawing down your sweatpants. It didn’t seem to matter that you said it way though, because as soon as you made the choice Susanna pulled down both your pants and underwear in one go, your erection springing out to the welcoming air conditioned air.

“And I would love to suck your dick,” she told you, that encouragement just a natural part of her PT persona. “Ooo. You’re really big! Wow!” Her hand wrapped around you, the woman firmly grasping the base of your shaft. You shivered from the contact… oh it had been so long since someone else’s hand was on your cock. You made a fist with one hand, your other curling the fingers that were still inside Cynthia.

“Mmmm... “ the stationary cyclist hummed, and you saw she was looking at your dick and she very subtly began pushing her ass back into your hand. This prompted you to restart fingering her again. That’s when you felt a very brief moment of someone’s breath on the underside of your shaft, then soft wet lips pressed against them as Susanna proceeded to teasingly kiss her way up to the crown of your cock.

“Ohh God…” you groaned, then gasped as you felt the girl’s mouth envelope your swollen head, her tongue swirling once around it then working on wetting the rest of your cock as she sucked you. Looking down you couldn’t believe the fleeting image you had earlier when you first saw this woman when you walked into the gym had come true. She was easily a 10, even if your own personal rating standard was considered rather generous according to your friends. Fuck she was probably an 11. You put a hand on her head, fingers slipping into her hair behind her ear. Susanna had her hair pulled back into a ponytail, same with Cynthia, as most girls at the gym did, so you slid your hand around the back of her skull and slowly guided her down as she readily swallowed more and more of your cock.

Those were lovely, slow, luxurious seconds of your cock soaking in the wonderful warm wetness of the trainer’s suctioning mouth, and she pulled back before you could reach her throat and popped you out. You heard her slurp up some saliva before speaking up.

“Try using your arm instead of your wrist,” she suggested, and you realised she was still watching you finger your fellow gym goer. The woman was giving you tips while she stroked your spit covered cock and took a breath. “You’ll get more leverage and you won’t tire as easily,” she explained and then licked the length of your dick a few times before retaking you in her mouth. You stared at her for a moment and knew she was still checking your form even as she bobbed up and down on your ever hardening knob. So you did as she told you, moving your arm more than your wrist, giving more power to your stroking of Cynthia’s now occasionally twitching insides, the girl squirming a little over the bike seat which was getting drenched in her juices. You added a third finger.

“Fuck… I feel that…” the cyclist moaned, your application of Susanna’s expertise seemingly having an immediate effect. She really was a good PT.

“Keep your rhythm steady,” Susanna coached, rubbing your cock on the side of her face, making one side of her shiny with her own saliva. “Don’t go faster or slower, just keep going like that and you’ll make her cum.” Then she pressed you against her pursed lips and she sucked you in again and made you groan.

And you did as you were told while alternating where your eyeballs were being focused on. She sucked dick like a pornstar this personal trainer, but she looked so much more natural, even if you suspected she had eyelash extensions.

Cynthia the cyclist was gripping onto the handlebars with white knuckles. The faces she was making were making your blood boil. At least when you could see her face. She kept trying to look back at you, or at least turn her squinting, lipbiting expression over her shoulder, but more often than not now she just had to pull her head back, letting out breathy moans as your thrusting fingers made her body shiver. And, above the swimming feeling in your own head, you saw that the few other gym patrons that by now would have definitely noticed what you three were doing, were not bothered one bit by it. Like most people at a gym these people were more focused on their own workouts than what anybody else was up to.

“I’m cumming… ohh fuck! I’m cumming! Yes! AAAAHH!” the woman on the bike who you had just met today cried out, and she was indeed cumming on your hand. You kept on fingering her, a challenge with how her whole body would writhe but you managed it. You felt her pussy pulsing and wetness practically gushing out of her with a slick heat.

You couldn't hold it any longer, especially with Susanna timing her sudden deep throating with Cynthia’s loud orgasm. You gritted your teeth, trying to clench, trying to stop the inevitable in case this was just a dream, or some spell would be broken once you let loose, but the stimulation of everything was too much. You shot a fat hot load directly down the trainer’s throat, then she backed up and it felt like the second bolt of cum was sucked right out of you.

“Ohh fuck… ohh fuck!” you groaned, looking down through squinting eyes as Susanna bobbed on your spewing dick. You felt her tongue on the underside of your cock, stroking each thick spool of spunk out of you. She started to stroke you with her hand from the base to halfway up your cock, milking as much as she could from you and you continued to reward her efforts, her cheeks puffing, your head buzzing. She finally opened her mouth and you could see the pool of white goop she had collected from your balls on her tongue. The head of your cock still rested on her lower lip and you had one last juicy dollop of cum extracted from you with a firm grip, then she loosened her hand and you could finally breathe again.

Your hand slipped out of Cynthia, and she flopped down onto the seat wetly. You felt like you were going to fall over backwards were it not for Susanna still holding onto your slowly waning cock. You watched the trainer close her mouth, not a single drop having missed its mark, the whole thing contained, and it took her two gulps to swallow all of your thick load down. You had been backed up for a while.

“That was a huge load,” she noted, giving your dick a few more slow, milking strokes. She produced a final bead from the tip and she licked it up daintily, your body shuddering from the now slightly excessive stimulation. She let you go and you stumbled a step backwards. “I guess I don’t need my protein shake today,” she joked with a chuckle, and you had enough wherewithal to find humour in that and laughed a short breathless laugh

Cynthia seemed to have recovered and you saw her slide off the bike, though she kept her yogapants at her knees. She saw your near flaccid dick, but still seemed to be waiting for you to tell her your were done.

“Uh… that was… thanks?” you told her, feeling kind of strange in thanking this stranger for ...letting you finger her to climax.

“No problem. Thanks for the workout, I’m gonna head out now,” Cynthia said, and once you nodded at that she finally pulled up her pants. She grabbed her towel off the handlebars and wiped her pussy juices off the bike seat and then headed to the change rooms.

“Wow… that was amazing,” you said, staring after her until she was out of sight, then saw that Susanna was still on her knees in front of you.

“You did pretty well there,” the trainer said encouragingly, and only after you pulled your pants up did she get to her feet. “So that’s all for today then?”

You blinked at this woman you had just met, who had just swallowed your load with enthusiasm, and nodded slowly. Even if you wanted to do more you were pretty well spent. And you felt like you needed to collect your thoughts. “Well I hope to see you regularly. We have free classes on Tuesday, Wednesdays and Saturdays too, check the board downstairs for the times.”

And Susanna went back to the little office like everything had been normal… so you left the gym as if it had just been a normal session. You were definitely coming back tomorrow.