FAZER LOGINAs we went through the cooldown, I couldn't resist asking. "So, Cassi. What did you think?"Cassi took a moment to regain her breath. "I think you have a different idea than me about what I can handle. That was intense!""You did a great job. Honestly, you're in better shape than most of the people I coach. Guess those at-home videos are doing something for you after all.""Thanks," Cassi smiled through her exhaustion. "I don't feel in shape right now though.""Take my word for it then. So, you want to go again tomorrow? Still free trial, and this time we can focus more on flexibility?"Cassi thought for a moment before she nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good. I'll be there.""Excellent," I said. "We're done for today if you want to go ahead and shower. I'll use one on the men's side, and then we can get ready for the work day?"Cassi nodded weakly as she grabbed her bag and headed to the women's shower area. She was still winded."Great job today, Cassi. You killed it!" I shouted after h
Cassi shook her head. "Not anymore. I used to, but between work and my family, I found it was easier to just workout from home. We're signed up for a streaming exercise platform, so I just use that now.""Oh yeah? How do you like it?" I said, keeping it casual."I mean, it's fine. Hard to beat the convenience factor.""I get that. Have you ever used a personal trainer before? I mean obviously, you're a physical therapist so you don't need the exercise-planning help. But for motivation and coaching?""No. I never saw the need, to be honest. Especially if I have to pay for one."Hm, this might be a harder sell than I'd hoped.I leaned forward towards Cassi. "I don't know if you know this about me, but I do personal-training on the side. Been doing it for about ten years now. I do a session here at the clinic before opening hours with some other people from work at a discounted rate. If you want, I can give you a free trial just to see if it's something you like?""I mean, I dunno. I'd h
Cassi shook her head at me, as if she was annoyed at my disbelief, but she kept smiling. "I told you not to laugh. But yes, that Stephen King."I stared at her, still trying to decide if she was messing with me. "I'm sorry. I just can't picture Little-Miss-Innocent Cassi reading those kinds of stories. No offense, of course.""See, you're not the first person who's told me that," Cassi said, jabbing her fork at me pointedly. "But what none of you understand is that Stephen King's not really a horror writer. I mean, he is, but he's a actually a character-author first and foremost. He just uses horror situations to bring out different sides of the people he's created.""Uh huh..." I said, with a heavy undertone of skepticism."Listen, I know you're making fun of me now, Ian, but I know what I'm talking about. You know The Shawshank Redemption? Stephen King did that. Stand By Me? Stephen King. The Green Mile? You guessed it. Mr. King himself.""Wait, Stephen King wrote The Shawshank Rede
Man targets his married coworker and mother of two.Enjoy reading...*************My name is Ian. This is the story of some of the hottest sex I've ever had. I don't say that lightly--I've been with over a hundred woman in my life. I know your first reaction is to be skeptical, but it's true. It helps that I follow the two classic internet rules of how to get girls: 1. Be attractive and 2. Don't be unattractive.I've been told I look like a more approachable version of Ivan Drago from the old Rocky movies. I'm a big guy, at around 6'5" and at the risk of sounding immodest, I'm built. I'm not as beefy as Ivan--no man is without major steroids--but I'm a personal trainer (part-time, at least) and spend a lot of my time working out.Good looks are extremely helpful in getting women, for the confidence boost if nothing else, but they're not enough on their own. At least, not for my numbers. You also need to be able to connect with women; show interest in their interests; anticipate their
Mom smiled. "That's cute. But you don't know how you'll feel months from now. Neither of us do. Maybe this was just a fling, and we needed to get it out of our systems.""Yeah, maybe." I said, but I wasn't sure I believed it. I changed the subject. "Patrick knows about us, by the way. But he still thinks you're just my babysitter. We just need to make sure he keeps thinking that. That means you probably shouldn't visit me at the dorm, especially not with Dad or Lindsey.""That shouldn't be too hard, but I'll keep it in mind."We fell silent again."I'm gonna miss you when I go back," I said, squeezing Mom against me. "Maybe we can meet up during the semester?""We'll have to see how it goes. I won't be able to make too many excuses to get away from home without your dad getting suspicious. Just worry about college, and we'll take the rest as it comes. Besides, we still have tonight with each other.""I don't know if I'll have the energy for anything else," I laughed. "We've had sex th
I looked back down at her--what I saw will stay with me forever. Mom's damp blond hair spread over me, her mouth trying to take more of me in, and her blue eyes looking at my cock with a hunger I've never seen before. Mom must have sensed me looking, because she met my eyes as she pulled off me and began licking down my shaft.I knew that I wouldn't be able to last another round of that, so I took Mom's hands from my cock and tugged upwards, urging her to climb further up me. She did so, and the next instant she was smothering me with heavy kisses. I returned her passion, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her into me. She had trapped my cock between our bodies, and I instinctively began to thrust gently against her stomach while we made out. I then reached down, grabbing her ass with both hands, and holding her hips tightly against mine as I continued to thrust.Mom began to moan softly against me, and I felt her wetness touch me near the base of my cock. I couldn't take it an
King Thomas sat back in his chair, bored of reading the numerous reports from the war that were scattered all over his desk. He'd been at it for hours and it was pretty clear that his armies had the war sewn up as it was, he didn't really need to pore of these documents and come up with any brillia
"Thank you, Jim. That is kind of you." Harry smiled sincerely.Jim motioned to talk to Tracy outside the room. He asked, "What is the plan?""He's been very tired. I guess there has been a lot going on in his life lately and he's feeling drained of energy."Jim thought, "I can imagine!" keeping it
The next morning, Tracy sent Jim on his way to work and dressed in a light blue min-skirt with a low-cut white blouse. She wore one of her push-up bras and zebra patterned four-inch heels. She put her hair up in a ponytail and applied her make up. Looking at herself in the mirror she saw a changed
"There. Now I can rub your muscles. Tell me if I am too rough on you, okay?" Tracy began to squeeze his pectoral muscles and used her palms to work the ointment into his skin. She concentrated on his chest, but in only a matter of a few minutes she was sliding her sopping wet pussy along the length







