Now that I’ve been going to the gym more frequently, (go me!) I find myself thinking about what it would be like to work out with Joel…
maybe he’s one of the personal trainers at your local gym, and you can’t take your eyes off of him, and he’s secretly pining for you as well. Sometimes he watches you workout, and he thinks he’s being discreet about it, but you catch him every time. If it were any other man in the gym, you’d feel violated and disgusted, but there’s just something about Joel Miller that sends your pussy pulsing every time you meet his lustful gaze in the mirror.
So, one night you decide you’re finally going to talk to him, and actually talk to him. Not just exchange a few words of meager small talk. The gym is completely empty on this Friday night, and when you don’t immediately see your forbidden gym crush, your heart sinks and you think about turning around and walking straight out the door and back to your car—when you hear an all-too familiar manly grunt in front of the row of ellipticals, and there he fucking is. The man of the hour, shirtless, drenched, and dripping in sweat, haunched on one of the benches with a heavy dumbbell in his grasp. He’s focused on his form in the mirror, making sure he’s engaging the right muscles until he’s distracted by your presence.
His brows raise in amusement before he sets the weight off to the side and swings his strong thighs across the bench so he’s straddling it and facing you completely.
“Well, shit.” He chuckles, reaching for rag to wipe the sweat from his face. “Didn’t even hear ya come in, sweetheart. Thought I was alone.”
You can feel the heat rise to your cheeks as he shamelessly drinks in your gym attire. The way your tits look fucking amazing in that new sports bra you bought. And god—your thighs? He’s already imagining what they would feel like wrapped around his head, crushing his skull just enough that he goes dizzy for a moment.
“Sorry!” You squeak out, adjusting the strap to your gym bag across your shoulder. “I don’t…want to distract you from your workout so I’ll just—”
“S’alright.” He interjects warmly with a boyish grin, “I was just finished with this set, anyway.”
“Cool, cool.” You laugh nervously, tearing your gaze away from him and look towards the direction of the secluded and very private workout room. “I’ll get out of your hair.”
He opens his mouth to speak, but you already have scurried off before he even gets the chance to say anything at all.
He checks the time on his phone; midnight. And then he checks the front doors to see if anyone else might be coming in for a late night workout. The parking lot is completely empty sans yours and his cars. He shrugs, weighing out his options before he pads off in the direction of the private workout room.
You’re too focused on your stretching to even notice his broad stature leaned against the open doorframe, arms crossed over his bare chest, one foot propped up against the door.
“You look pretty fuckin’ stiff.” He dryly comments.
You whip around, an incredulous look briefly washes over your face till you find yourself grinning in his direction. “Yeah? Well, why don’t you come over here and help a gal out?”
He catches your tone, the way you subtly eye him up and down, locking in on the growing tent in his loose gym shorts. “Ya givin’ me permission?” He asks, cocking his head to the side, eagerly awaiting your response.
“Permission, consent. It’s all yours.” You wink and he’s on you immediately, slinking up behind you like a damn cat. He’s so fucking big up close, muscles flexing in the mirror when he wraps his arm around you from behind and pulls your back flush against his chest. “Relax.” He rasps, “can’t fuck ya when you’re this fuckin’ stiff.” He quips, and drops his freehand between your thighs, dragging his fingers right through the covered seam of your pussy, feeling just how wet you already are, and it’s all for him.
“Fuuck.” He chuckles, “your pretty little pussy is already droolin’ for me, huh? Yeah, she fuckin’ is. Gonna give ‘er a real proper stretch in jus’ a minute.”
And he does just that, with his fingers, his cock, and he finds out just how powerful your thighs really are.
When you were done, he murmured, “on your back now.” He instructed you in how to bridge your hips. “Better for your glutes than squats,” he said and kneeled at your feet. You were self conscious to be thrusting as he watched. His eyes followed your hips as they went up and down. He got between your knees and planked over you. “Up until your hips hit mine.”
WARNINGS: 18+, gaslighting / manipulation, groping, dry humping, coming in pants, dubcon (high pressure) P in V, TW body commentary, reader's breasts can bounce, Joel has a private gym. Thx @dark-scape and @missannwinchester for ideas 🩷
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One time, Joel was shamelessly watching your body on the treadmill as usual and asked, “you're not doin' extra cardio, are ya?”
You hesitated, “Uh-”
His brow furrowed. “Don’t wanna lose your tits.” His eyes fell to your chest again. You followed his gaze and became very aware of the bounce. You needed a more restrictive sports bra.
You pressed the button to slow your pace. “That’s enough today,” he said. “Just lookin’ out for ya.”
You stepped down off the treadmill and he muttered, “Gotta have the right support, too. C’mere.” He slid his hands in through the neckline of your dry fit shirt and hooked his fingers under the straps of your sports bra.
He tugged the straps up and watched your breasts swell. Then he dropped them. He lifted your breasts with his palms, bit his lip, and took a deep breath. You didn’t say or do anything. It was creepy but also nice having them touched. He got behind you and cupped a breast in each hand, lifting them. His cock twitched against you. “Fuck,” he whispered. He gave them one last squeeze and mumbled, “not bad.”
He picked up his protein shake from the floor of the cardio room. "Gotta get enough protein if ya wanna build muscle.” He tilted his head and looked at you hornily. He held the blender bottle down in front of his crotch and angled it outward then shook to mix it up. He took a deep breath and kept shaking it, and adjusted himself with his other hand.
“Try it,” he said, then handed you the bottle.
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One day when you were sore, he showed you how to use a foam roller. He held it steady on the gym mat and helped you position yourself on top of it, cupping an ass cheek to guide you with his other hand. He positioned the roller under your thighs to start off with. He straddled your legs and held your hips then rolled you down toward him until the foam cylinder was at the small of your back and your loins were nearly aligned.
He adjusted his shorts, drawing your attention to the hard bulge hovering just above your upper thighs. He lowered himself a little bit and you felt his balls come to rest where your inner thighs met. He tilted his hips back so his arousal brushed against you. Then he held you with his hands on your sides and rolled you toward him. Your upper back slid along the gym mat as he dragged your body toward him. A shock of arousal buzzed through you as your loins met his hard cock. He rolled you away then back into him. Each time your loins met, he got harder and you got wetter. His mouth fell open and he closed his eyes as he pulled you back into him at a slow rhythm. His hips began to move and he pressed his hard-on into you as he pulled you in, softly grunting each time.
He murmured, “How’s that feel, baby?”
When you didn’t answer, he opened his eyes and pulled you closer. Your spine was curved over the roller. He leaned over you and put his hands to the sides of your shoulders. He thrust against you and you gasped. He lowered his head. “How’s the stretch?”
"It's good."
“We can make it deeper,” he said softly.
You gave a small nod.
“Good girl,” he whispered. He sat back up and positioned himself between your thighs. “Wrap your legs around me.” You didn’t hesitate. “Hang on tight.” He put his hands on the mat again and used the motion of his pelvis, front and back, to roll you on the foam roller. Each time his hardness pressed into you, you were closer to soaking through your leggings.
“How’s that feel?”
It was too much of his cock. “Uh, I think my back is good,” you said.
“Good,” he whispered. “Need ya real stretched out for me.”
He slid his massive hand under your back and lifted gently as he slid the foam roller out from under you, then laid you down flat. You let your legs down to the floor.
While he was still between your legs, he thumbed at the crotch of your leggings, surely as damp as you feared. “It’s natural, baby.” He smelled then licked his thumb and added, “when we get nice and limber,” as he laid his shorts back into you. “When we get our blood flowin’." You looked away uncomfortably. He reassured you, "I get wet, too. i’ll show ya.”
He leaned down and thrust his hard cock against your tingling cunt, breathing heavily, grunting, closing his eyes. You twitched against him. “Natural, baby.” He sped up. His warm, stiff package pressed rhythmically into your throbbing clit until your back arched and you came. “fuck,” he whispered, “yeah.” Then he stopped thrusting, laid into you hard, and moaned as he pulsed against you and came in his shorts.
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One day, you did leg lifts. You laid down on your side with your head resting in your hand. He kneeled behind your ass so you were facing away from him. One large hand rested gently on top of your hip and he put his other hand in between your calves.
“Now lift,” he said softly and nudged your leg upward.
He held your calf as you lifted your leg, then he slid his hand from your calf, past your knee. “Good, now down,” he said. He kept sliding his hand toward your torso until the side of his finger hit the apex of your thighs.
Each time you raised your leg, he slid his hand up to your calf, and each time you lowered it, his hand slid down to your crotch. At some point, he started to cup your pussy from behind whenever he reached your crotch. You could hear him breathing heavier. He scooted closer and rested his other hand on your stomach as he did it. “Other side now,” he said. You turned around facing him and watched his eyes devour you as he did the same thing for the whole set.
When you were done, he murmured, “on your back now.” He instructed you in how to bridge your hips. “Better for your glutes than squats,” he said and kneeled at your feet. You were self conscious to be thrusting as he watched. His eyes followed your hips as they went up and down. He spread your knees and got between them. Then, when you were flat on the ground, he planked over you with his hands on the gym mat and his arms straight.
“Up until your hips hit mine.” He was still hard from the leg raises. You felt his hardness every time you lifted your groin into his.
Good girl,” he whispered and wet his lips. It was far, far too easy to visualize fucking him. That time when he referenced you thinking about him and touching yourself, he was dead on. Every time you got home, that’s what you did. You wanted him desperately. But it also didn’t feel right - you didn’t know if he was like this with every client or just you. If you knew it was personal, it might not feel so dirty.
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The first time he invited you to into his sauna, you declined.
“Sauna’s infrared,” he told you the next time he urged you to join him. “Real good for ya.” You heard about the benefits of infrared light, so it intrigued you.
He led you into the small locker room of his gym. Once the two of you were in there, he said you should take off your clothes first so the infrared light could wash over you. He took off his shirt and sat down on a wooden bench outside the sauna. He put his hands on his knees as you took off your shirt. “Good girl,” he said. "Go on,” he added, urging you to remove your bra and leggings, too. Your ears got hot as you peeled off your sweaty bra. He beckoned you closer to him, then hooked his fingers into your leggings and helped pull those down. He inhaled sharply as your cunt was exposed. You tried to cover yourself. “Shhh, it’s okay baby,” he whispered. “human body’s a beautiful thing. We’re just two bodies here.” The low echo of his soothing voice made you wetter than you already were.
“God damn,” he breathed. “Lookin’ real good.” You couldn’t fully suppress your smile at the compliment. He shamelessly rubbed his arousal over his shorts, then stood up to take them off and you looked away. You couldn’t help but check out his naked ass as he led you into the sauna. He noticed this in the door’s reflection and smiled to himself. There weren’t towels or anything, but the rosy hue was somewhat comforting. It wasn’t too hot in there, either.
Joel sat right down on the sauna bench, hard-on blazing. You looked directly at it and your nipples puckered.
“Turn ya on?” he asked. “Good sign,” he said. “Means you’re healthy.” His eyes scanned you hungrily from head to toe. “C’mere a minute, gorgeous,” he beckoned you. You shyly stepped forward. When you got close enough to him, he gently took your hands in his and guided you to standing as close as possible between his knees. His foot nudged your feet apart, then he slipped his massive hand between your bare thighs, and his thick fingers met your dripping seam. “Gorgeous,” he said, looking between your legs. “Just perfect.” His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. With his free hand, he reached for his cock. It was a mouth-watering sight. He kept stroking the wet mess between your legs. His lips parted with desire.
Your heart raced. “I dunno if this is a good idea,” you said.
“I think your body’s sayin’ it is, sugar.” He removed his fingers and examined their shine, then sucked them dry while maintaining eye contact, making you weak in the knees. He rubbed you again, then asked “Can I feel inside?” and you nodded hesitantly. He inserted his middle finger first, pumped it a few times, swirled it, pulled it almost all the way out, then added his index finger. He rested his thumb against your clit as he slowly finger fucked you. Then he took his thick digits out and wiped them on the head of his cock, gathering his precum to combine with your slick as lube.
“been doin’ this dance for weeks,” he said. “Shoulda told me to stop if ya didn’t want it.”
You were speechless.
“Think you should sit on this cock now, baby.” He began to stroke himself slowly. “Lemme get to know your body. Show ya somethin’ special ‘bout yours, too.” You hesitated and he slowly nodded. “Only take a minute.” He put his hands on your hips and rotated you to face away from him “Damn, this ass,” he whispered. He slid his hand vertically between your legs and rubbed your wet pussy with the side of his index finger. “How ‘bout it, baby? Gotta listen to your body.” He guided you closer to him. “What’s your body sayin’?” Your body was screaming yes. The red light seemed to make you extra horny, even more than you usually got around him. Then again, it was more likely the nudity. The sight of his stiff, naked cock.
Joel used one hand to hold it at attention, and another to guide you back over it since you were facing away from him. “Whaddaya say?”
“Okay, I guess,” you whispered, overwhelmed by the desire to have him inside you. Unable to formulate any reasoning behind your hesitation, as if you needed a reason.
“Good girl,” he said into the nape of your neck. “Come on down, easy does it.” his breath was hot on your lower back.
He guided his tip to your entrance then put both hands on your hips and pulled down. He groaned as you were impaled on his rock-hard shaft and you moaned as his girth stretched you open.
“So damn tight,” he breathed. Your walls parted to accept him and it was still a stretch. “Take it, I know ya can.” He pulled down a little more, a little harder, and groaned as your bodies became flush. “Now use it,” he said and put his hands on the bench with a lift of his hips that slightly rocked you. “Do what makes ya feel good.” You sat there for a moment, then he said, “go ‘head, show me what ya want.”
You put your hands on your thighs and rose up half way, then lowered yourself with a soft moan. “Yeah, there ya go, baby.” He took your hands in his on top of your thighs.
You rose up a few more times, then he returned his hands to your hips and started guiding you to move you faster. You put your hands on your knees and tilted your hips to take more of him. “Good girl,” he said.
He fucked you for a few minutes, panting and praising you. "Our bodies needed this,” he said as he sheathed himself with your cunt. “Real bad.” He let you up and pulled you down, then held you down, moving you on his cock, staying deep inside you, nudging your g-spot.
You were getting close, but not fast enough. He started holding breaths and releasing them vocally, then warned you, "gonna come, baby.” He kept moving you on his cock, and a few seconds later he panted, “Get up now, ‘less ya wanna be pumped full.”
You kinda did want that, but you knew it wouldn’t be smart, even though you took your pill pretty well. Instead, you dismounted him and turned around to watch. Your walls slowly came back together to fill the void he left as he stroked himself. Then he pointed the head of his cock at your lower belly and his hot seed hit your skin.
When he finished releasing a massive load, he swiped his fingers through it and raised them to your mouth. "Good protein," he said.
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