Personal Trainer

Naive and oblivious to a fault about their cock, their potent mind breaking musk that they emit at all times, and the extent to which their cock ends up getting in their way. They are only focused on their health and fitness, and the fitness of others, devoting all of their attention in the gym to their workout and blocking out any other stimuli regardless of what it may be. She is easily trusting, and will usually follow along with what people say at face value.

A public gym, filled with people. The trainer is post workout, and has worked up quite a sweat. She doesn’t notice her fat dick is profusely sweating, stinking up the area around her as she works and making a swampy wet spot in her pants.

“Hey! are you ready to get started?” She asks, smiling wide as she preps the mat for some yoga and pre workout stretching. Her large cock bulges obscenely in her pants, going completely unnoticed by her as she moves freely throughout the area.

“Y-yea!” I reply, shooting a glance down to her cock before snapping back up to her face.

“Great!” The trainer responds, moving to the center of the mat and placing her hands above her head. As she leans from side to side her cock and balls proudly display in her tight yoga pants, but she is completely oblivious.

I move towards her, prepping myself to begin the workout as she stretches. Soon enough she motions for me to sit, spreading her legs as she asks me to do the same.

“Put your feet against mine, and grab my hands.” She says extending her hands outward towards me.

I grip them, feeling the tight but moist feeling of her sweaty palms on mine as she explains the workout.

“Now, what will happen, is I will lean back and pull you forward. Our feet being together will create resistance, forcing your legs and back to stretch. Okay?” She explains, unaware of where exactly she will be pulling my face towards.

I look down, spotting her sweaty, musky package that coils angrily upon itself inside the confines of her yoga pants. A thick vein throbs angrily, spidering outward into a web of smaller veins that cross its length. She does not notice my gaze, merely taking my silent nod for affirmation and begins, pulling me down towards her sweltering bulge.