It was twelve o'clock in Los Angeles on an unspeakably hot and humid Summer day. The air was thick and sweat came easily to most on a day like this. In a private gym on a busy street in downtown L.A., Aleksander was busy preparing for his next client, toweling his bronzed body dry after a steaming shower had washed the morning's sweat away. Casually he strolled from his elaborate personal bathroom. There was no denying that the man resembled a god, his form comprised of six feet of pure muscle and masculinity; a Greek sculpture in motion.
As he walked the length of his private gym's back hall, swaggering confidently, he tossed his damp towel to the side and continued his stride fully nude. A large, veined, fleshy hunk of uncircumcised meat hung obscenely between his muscled thighs, swaying to and fro with every confident step. Aleksander originally hailed from Europe before moving to Los Angeles a year ago. As a result, he was never shy about nudity, nor a stranger to the joy of showing off his flawless body, even though he was alone at the moment. On a day as hot as this, it simply felt more comfortable for him to bear all. His clients certainly never held any complaints in that regard.
Beneath his considerable length and girth, suspended under his manhood, hung a pair of smooth, tanned, hairless balls that gleamed like two bronze jewels in the fluorescent lighting of his gym. If one had to make a comparison, his testicles were slightly smaller than tennis balls, bouncing and teeming with life for every step he took. Aleksander was nothing if not a virile, potent young man. His ass was firm and smooth, round and muscled, rising high and seeming to defy gravity. His entire body was well groomed and taken care of, and the cheeks of his taut ass were smoother than marble, a healthy glow to it that shone bronze like the rest of him.
In his personal life, women were always quick to remind him that he resembled Manu Bennet, the actor who portrayed Crixus on the popular Starz program, Spartacus. He wore his hair in a similar short, military style and kept the rest of his godlike form hairless.
Stopping in front of a mirror, Aleksander stopped to admire himself in the reflection. He flexed his muscles in several positions and smirked, grinning arrogantly to himself as he approved the man looking back at him. He gave his thick, flaccid cock a flex and the beast of several inches lurched to life, jumping up and down with life and tenacity.
His eyes wandered to the clock on the wall above the entrance. 12:13. Two minutes and she'll be here. He thought to himself. His latest client was a sweet, soft-spoken twenty year old from the East Coast. She had moved to L.A. recently when her boyfriend got a job here, and shortly thereafter sought out Aleksander's studio for training with yoga and other exercises during the day; an activity to keep her occupied while her boyfriend was at work. Upon coming out here, he'd insisted that she didn't have to work anymore, his new job affording enough money for them to both live comfortably.
What her boyfriend didn't quite know, what Kristine had conveniently left out and wasn't sure she'd ever feel the need to explain, was how loose and uninhibited Aleksander was with his training regiment. Oh, and the fact that he was a man.
Before long, the glass door of the establishment gently creaked open and in walked the attractive, young Kristine. She hadn't tied her hair today, instead letting it spill in black and light crimson waves just down past her shoulders. She had a leather bag on her arm, and due to where he was standing, didn't get a look at Aleksander right away. She was fumbling around in her purse, and as Aleksander watched he knew she was putting her iPhone in sleep mode. When she was finished, she looked up and caught a glimpse of Aleksander standing there in all his bronzed glory and gasped, covering her mouth in shock. They'd spent their last session together, and every session before that clothed, and he could see that Kristine plainly was not expecting this.
"Shh, shh. No worries. It is so hot today, so I figure why not? You are not shy, yes?" he moved closer to her, an obnoxious swagger to him as his heavy, jutting dick flopped and bounced lewdly. The thing that amazed Kristine the most about it was the way it jutted out a good two to three inches before it curved down into at least eight more inches of veiny, flaccid meat that hung unashamed between his knees. 'Tom's not even four inches soft...' She shook her head and tried to bury that thought deep in her heart.
"I...umm...should I...come back?" she blushed heavily, not quite understanding the words coming out of his mouth and averting her pretty, bright green eyes from his massive, attention-grabbing dong though it was hard to avoid.
"I'll let you put some clothes on..." she turned around, intent on returning to her car, the image of his fat, uncircumcised manhood still bounced around in her mind even as she walked away, 'til she felt a hand on her shoulder.
Without a shred of resistance, she turned to face him. He was right in front of her now, his unrestrained, bulging cock almost brushing against her leg. She also had an eyeful of his chiseled, masculine muscle and couldn't take her eyes off of him. Kristine breathed deeply, sighing as she remembered their last session together, the way his muscular body felt against her petite frame as he taught her several new yoga positions and really helped her with some back pain she'd been experiencing for years.
"Stay with me, pretty girl. We do session like this, okay? Is such a hot day." He placed his hands on his hips, an unmistakably dominant aura about him. Kristine simply nodded her head and allowed him to lead her by her hand to a back room with two yoga mats on the floor. The room was big enough for a few people, but he preferred his sessions to be more intimate. Setting her bad aside, she pulled out a small pair of velour sweatpants and a tank-top to change into, walking toward the door to the changing rooms.
"Oh, sweet Kristine. Trust me, baby. I'm not shy, so you don't be shy either." He suggested, sure, he suggested.. His accent was thick and foreign; it was pleasant to her, and charming. Nothing like the plain, uninteresting accent of her boyfriend, Tom, which she'd been forced to endure the constant droning of for the past few years.
"You should change right here, yes? A trainer and his trainee should feel...how do you say?...Comfortable. Yes, comfortable with each other." He smiled and nodded encouragingly, his eyes so handsome and pure in their vibrance.
Casually he continued his stretching, grabbing one ankle and lifting his leg behind him, striking a pose that left Kristine stunned at his rippling, almost bestial figure. What really got to her, though, was the prominence of his manhood, and it wasn't even hard! She couldn't get that out of her head. Kristine was a timid, often shy girl when it came to her sexuality, but there was no denying the effect this universally gorgeous man was having on her. Simply put, he made her boyfriend seem like a cruel joke played upon her, and he was easily three times as big downstairs. 'But he's good to you....' She clenched her clothes tight to her chest, lost in her inner-debate for a moment. She then set them aside.
"....yes, okay. If you think it's best...for our work together..." she said quietly and swallowed hard, resigning to his request. She kicked away her black flip-flops with the glittering butterfly pendants, exposing the tops of her pale, pretty feet to him. Her toenails were painted with a similarly shimmering shade of pink. Taking a deep breath, she unbuttoned her skintight jeans and bent over, pulling them down over her small, heart-shaped little ass and down her skinny legs, stepping out of them.
Beneath that she wore a black, silken pair of panties that covered her butt just enough and hugged her in all the right places, contrasting beautifully against the pale, pinkish complexion of her thighs and beautiful legs. Next, she lifted her black, obscure band t-shirt over her head, letting it fall gracefully atop her jeans in a small pile. She straightened her hair and shrugged nervously, never having stripped for a man before. Tom had often asked her to put on a show and dance sexy for him at home, but each time she'd put her foot down, refusing to be objectified like that. She also had no experience with such things.
Aleksander looked on approvingly as he bent over at the waist, keeping his legs straight whilst reaching down to touch his toes. The entire time Aleksander kept his gaze fixed upon her, groaning from his stretches, winking as their gaze met and she caught those fierce eyes studying her like a hungry wolf while she stood idly in her bra and panties. Timidly, she reached for the gym clothes she had brought to change into, picked them up and made to step into her sweats when Aleksander's voice stopped her.
"Aww, baby girl. My sweet angel Kristine.. no, no, you are perfect just the way you are. There is no need for all those extra clothes. Much too hot for all that. And what a shame to cover such a gorgeous body. Not a single ounce of fat on you, is there?" he smiled warmly and ushered her over to begin their "work", urging her to complete the session with him just as she was. Kristine looked down at the clothes she was weakly clutching, then up to the fabled Adonis beckoning her forth. Without further delay, she dropped them and left them with the rest of her clothing, striding across the floor.
Though she was a shy girl at heart, she felt confident in that moment; her pale, lithe body was every bit a vision of slender and petite beauty. Her breasts were small, no larger than b-cups, and supple, and so was her pert little ass. Kristine had a model's body, thin and lean with a kind and pretty face. Sometimes, though, she wished she had bigger boobs, or a fuller, thicker ass like the ones her boyfriend was always making a fuss over, which ultimately resulted in her only feeling more insecure about her body and overall self-image.
She was standing just a few feet from him, unable to keep her innocent fawn's eyes off of his impressive manhood and the two large balls suspended beneath his beautiful penis. 'God, did I really just think that?' To her, it was beautiful, and each time she looked away her eyes shifted anxiously back to it. The only penis she'd ever truly seen in the flesh was her current boyfriend's, and he was circumcised, whereas Aleksander was not. His cock, as a result, was much more naturally appealing to her eye than the one she dealt with at home, and also didn't resemble an acorn in it's flaccid state. It simply spoke to her primal urges, calling out to her. What a real man should be, she thought. She couldn't believe she was having such thoughts, shaking her head in an attempt to dismiss them immediately, feeling slightly ashamed of herself as she approached her trainer, guilty with feelings like those of her boyfriend at work, as thoughts of another man's cock tossed and turned inside of her head, especially one that was so close and within her reach.
She stood a foot away from him doing everything in her power not to stare at his penis, and she awaited his instruction.
"Please, sit." He directed her with an upturned palm to the plush blue mat at their feet and Kristine obliged him, sitting down gracefully and crossing her legs in a meditative position.
"Good, good.." breathed the husky voice of her instructor. He lowered himself as well, sitting behind her as his hands found her shoulders and began to knead their digits into the smooth, yet tense flesh.
"Tsk, tsk. My, my, Kristine you have such stiffness back here! That soft boyfriend of yours must not take good care of you, yes?" he asked, truly inquisitive as he massaged the taut flesh of her back, moving down.
"He's just..not....oh..." her words trailed off as he found her hips and squeezed, the tips of his fingers pressing into her soft flesh and rubbing in small, purposeful circles. The result sent thrilling sensations surging through her neglected core. Kristine sighed at the simple pleasure and she could feel her body loosening up already. She'd always looked forward to her time with Aleksander, even if this time he happened to be naked, which she wasn't nearly as offended by as she expected herself to be.
Instead, she now welcomed it, her pretty eyes drinking him in like a fine, priceless vintage every chance they got, although she tried to keep it subtle and to herself. She couldn't deny the pressure, the tingling and the heat building between her thighs, blushing as she felt that same twinge of guilt and saw her boyfriend's disappointed, judgemental face flash before her eyes all over again.
Aleksander's masterful hands drifted their way back up Kristine's slender torso, tenderly trailing over the bones of her ribcage. His hands stopped just below her breasts and he pulled her back against his hard body, holding her firm in his grasp. Kristine gasped, looking up at him as she felt a fleshy, tube-like object that could only be his manhood pressing up against her back. She wriggled herself free, moving forward on the mat before turning to face him. She looked confused.
"Is all part of the training, sweet Kristine. Nothing to fear. Come." The hunky instructor's tanned cock was now stirring from it's flaccid slumber, thickening 'til it reached half-mast as a result of their brief contact. He extended a hand and Kristine blushed, looking down with her cheeks burning red and thinking of her boyfriend who worked all day just for her to be able to live this life of leisure and indulge in her time spent with Aleksander. She always reasoned with herself that it would be just that - time spent, nothing more. She truly was, deep in her heart, an honest and loyal girl, truly a rarity in this day and age. Kristine was not the type of girl to let a handsome face and a sexy accent sway her from her commitments, but...
'If Tom could see me now..' she thought to herself as she looked down, her pale, smooth skin revealed in every direction except where her bra and panties covered. 'Or who was in front of me..' her eyes lifted to the bronze god knelt before her.
"Come." insisted her trainer in that buttery, sensuous European accent of his, ever smiling and gentle. Reluctant, she surrendered and crawled to him on her hands and knees, avoiding his corrupting eyes as she resumed the position with her back to his front. Once again, Aleksander wrapped his big arms around her, pulling her back into his chest. They stayed that way for a moment, Kristine's heart thumping beneath her small breasts, before he lied flat on his back with her atop him.
Kristine cursed gravity as it pressed her backside into every hard, bulging muscle that defined the front of his body The one that truly grabbed her attention, though, was the muscle between his legs. The fact that his bare, fleshy manhood was pressed quite inappropriately against the silken fabric separating him from the smooth, firm valley of her petite ass, right where her perfectly rounded pale little globes of flesh met, had her feeling things she probably shouldn't have been feeling. First and foremost, was how hot it made her between her legs to feel such a heavy, powerful cock against her tiny butt.
Before meeting her current boyfriend, Kristine was the definition of a demure virgin. She truly had never so much as even kissed a boy until meeting him. The truth of it was that she always was a bit afraid of men, worried that she wouldn't be able to live up to their expectations, or handle their needs. She also had always unreasonably considered herself ugly, that her nose was a bit too big. The truth was that she was beautiful and unique, with the most hauntingly beautiful green eyes a man ever laid eyes on, but she refused to see it, even as much as Tom would try to prove her otherwise.
It was a year into their relationship before Tommy convinced her to move past her shyness and allow him to take her, the result not being the most pleasurable or enjoyable experience for her. As such, the subject of sex often remained uncomfortable to her, especially when Tommy would frequently hint at his desire for it. Even still, over time she allowed her willpower to be worn down by his neverending pleading and manipulating, surrendering herself to his fumbling, awkward advances on several occasions until he was satisfied. Kristine would often pretend to fall asleep right after. While he was kind to her, and professed to love her whenever he had a chance, he still had that primal need that left her feeling disgusting and used by him, and that his sweet talk was nothing more than a tool to break her will.
Now she was feeling her willpower wither in an entirely different manner. Kristine squealed, gasping as Aleksander found her hips once again and gripped them with his large hands, almost big enough to reach around her waist completely. She had a very tiny frame, and thus he was able to lift her up with ease, lowering and raising her several times as she kept her body rigid, her body surging with pleasurable sensations as this strong man lifted her as if she were a small child. Less than that. Tom wasn't able to do this sort of thing with her, he wasn't in-shape, at all. He'd put on weight since they met, and was nothing like Aleksander. She often noticed he worked up a sweat without exerting much effort, and was always running out of breath and needing a break. She wondered to herself if Alek ever needed a break. Again, she found herself blushing as the man practically bench pressed her feather light body. After fifteen reps, she counted, he took a moment to let her rest atop his firm body. Kristine couldn't deny that it felt spectacular to be at the mercy of a large, strong hulk of a man like this, her tiny body wanting nothing more than to curl up on his heated, muscular chest like a kitten.
"Now we change." instructed Alek, setting her down gingerly at his side so that he could sit up.
"I want you to lie down, flat." he commanded. Kristine did as she was told, lying flat on her back and straightening her limbs to be in-line with her slender figure. Aleksander made his way around her, standing tall at her feet. Without wasting a moment, he bent down and grabbed the thin, fragile ankle of her left foot, gently lifting her leg and stretching it back toward her chest 'til her knee was over her face.
Kristine worked with him, the resulting pleasure and pain from stretching her hamstrings coursing through her, and she groaned in satisfaction. Meanwhile, Alek took a moment to admire the incredibly soft, and intricately wrinkled soles of Kristine's dainty feet. Her pink, pale soles truly couldn't have been more of a perfect sight for a man who admired feet. Alek sniffed the air, making out the the distinct and arousing aroma of a woman's foot sweat upon them. His cock throbbed for the musky, feminine odor, twitching and lurching to life above Kristine as he held her leg in place, carefully massaging her ankle as she stretched with his assistance.
After properly stretching one leg, Aleksander delivered the same purposeful, tender treatment to the other. Gently he raised her right leg, jutting out at a straight ninety degree angle from her body. Once again the natural, highly pleasant odor of her musky feet filled his nose. Alek remembered what a hot day it was, how she often walked to her appointments in nothing but a pair of black flip-flops. Unknowingly, a large drop of clear pre-cum had formed at the tip of Aleksander's uncircumcised cock, dripping forth from his foreskin-wrapped head and onto the mat next to Kristine. She didn't seem to notice as it pooled right next to her head, and the next time she moved her neck, the tresses of her hair mopped it up.
"You know, you have such beautiful, womanly feet, if I can say. In my country, we always worship a pretty lady's feet. I give you foot massage some time, free of charge. Yes...?" Alek nodded warmly, encouraging her to say yes.
'Wow, what an offer..' thought Kristine, smiling to herself. Tom had never seemed to consider such generous, thoughtful things to do for her at home. And if he had, well, she simply wasn't aware of them. Ever the shy girl, and certainly not one used to receiving many compliments, her pretty face blushed once again as she smiled, wiggling her toes on a subconscious impulse, urged on by his kind words about her feet. When she caught herself doing it, she stopped, but Aleksander certainly noticed, and approved. Softly, he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Kristine's instep, his lips tracing ever so gently over the smooth surface of her right foot. Involuntarily, a moan escaped from her lips. The warmth of his mouth on her previously untouched foot made her throb between her legs. Her thighs clenched up, not used to such an intense feeling down there.
Alek felt her reaction immediately, making a note of the way her body tensed up and she struggled to control herself. The girl's innocence and slow descent into losing herself was the most endearing thing about Kristine to him, he found her sexier than any of the women he'd slept with in the past, though in truth Alek had not yet had her. Once more he bowed his head to kiss her gently atop her smallest toe, his lips gracing the two closest to it as well as he delivered another gentle kiss. The scent, the taste of her lingered pleasantly upon his lips for a moment as he withdrew once again..
"Oh...That feels nice..." breathed Kristine, the warmth blooming within her core in a way that was so alien to her. Reading the signals clearly, Aleksander bowed his head and faced upward, lifting her by the ankle so that her sole rested gently upon his face. Passionately he kissed her with those full, handsome lips and inhaled, fully breathing in the sweet odor as he licked and sucked from her heel to the proud balls of her feet, delaying his advance just beneath her toes. Kristine had lost control, throwing her head back and moaning. Her hands grasped with urgency at the mat beneath her, nails digging into the material while the European hunk tongued her smooth, wrinkled soles, coating them in his saliva.
Kristine's eyes squeezed shut and she let loose a whimper as she felt the telltale trickle of wetness dripping down her inner thigh, the guilt and desire arriving at a boiling point within her, both emotions struggling for dominance. Quickly she reached down, her hand covering her silk panty covered mound as if the gesture would somehow put a stop to all of the sensations tingling down below so hotly, the way a parent might shield the eyes of a child. Her hand lingered for a moment, hovering over her barely clothed, steaming sex before discretely placing it gently atop her mound. The pressure applied, the very touch of her own hand in this moment sent an electrifying jolt of pleasure surging through her loins. She simply let her hand rest there, denying herself the pleasure of playing with her pink flower.
Alek noticed that her hand was on her pussy, but she wasn't pleasuring herself. It seemed as if she were trying to guard herself and he could tell she was tossing and turning within. He wanted the pleasure to win, to seduce this sweet, deprived woman and show her what a real man was capable of. He'd never met her boyfriend, but Kristine would speak of him briefly during their sessions. She didn't seem to understand it, but she was entirely out of his league. He was soft, pale and running to fat. He didn't seem to care about keeping his body in shape, instead preferring to ignore Kristine for video games or equally dorky hobbies, and was often jealous or possessive of Kristine's relationships outside of their own.
This was part of the reason Kristine had lied about Alek's true identity to him and told him that he was a female trainer. Alek didn't mind that, as long as it kept the shy, quiet girl coming back to him and he was able to spend more time with her and her beautiful, slender body. The first day she walked into his establishment, he was taken aback by her reserved gentleness. If ever there was a definition for lady, Kristine was it. Her beauty was unique, and rare, and though he knew she was self-conscious of her nose, he only found it made her more beautiful and desirable to him. The rest of her face, and her, was immaculately beautiful. Narrow waist, protruding hip bones, thin and petite features defined her waif-like form. She would be the ultimate conquest for Alek, and more than that if he had any choice in the matter.
As he kissed her feet and licked them, he spoke softly. "I am still thinking we should only work out in the same attire. Don't you? I feel so naked." he half-joked, eyeing her black bra and panties and conveying his continued desire that she remove them.
"I don't know..." her head was tossed to the side, biting her lip as she thought of her boyfriend at work; of the mouth that felt so heavenly upon her previously untouched feet. Kristine didn't know what to do, she was helpless at the mercy of this European god. "I don't think I should..."
"Why not? Is so comfortable. The student should be as the teacher." his words made so much sense to her in that moment. Try as she might she couldn't seem to argue his logic. In truth, she was looking for any excuse to comply with his requests. Kristine slowly pulled the strap of her bra over her shoulder and down her arm, promptly doing the same to the other. Her bra hung loosely from her front, ready to slip off at the slightest touch.
Alek boldly reached down, grabbing the material and lifting it away. His cock throbbed as he caught sight of her bare chest for the first time. Her breasts were small and perky, with tiny pink nipples crowned atop her soft, humble mounds. She blushed and looked up at him, lifting her butt off of the floor and looking up at him. Taking his cue, with one swift motion Alek leaned in and slipped her panties off. He slid them down her legs and Kristine kicked them away. For the first time, they were both completely naked, and Kristine was dripping profusely between her legs.
She tried to close her legs, bringing her knees together, but Alek placed a gentle hand upon each and spread them wide. Kristine couldn't fight him. She squeezed her eyes shut and fought not to look as Alek gazed upon her glistening, pink little flower approvingly.
"Kristine, you are so beautiful..." Alek spoke in a low, honeyed voice. He knelt between her legs and leaned in until he was face-to-face with her hot sex. Softly he kissed her there, and her whole world melted away until it was just her and his tongue. He gently nudged his tongue up and down between her folds, gathering up her sweetness upon his tongue before swallowing it hungrily. Kristine shouted in pleasure at the top of her lungs, grinding up into his face involuntarily. He licked her wetness away, cleaning her up before he moved back up her body, leaving her panting and begging for more.
"Open your eyes..." He nipped at her, not wanting to push things too far without her consent. Her emerald eyes fluttered open and found his, and without further delay Alek kissed her tenderly upon the lips. Kristine melded with him, kissing him back fiercely with a desperate whimper. In that moment she had once again forgotten about everything and reveled in the warmth and passion of his kiss. Then, it was gone.
Alek pulled away, smiling and standing up straight before her. "Forgive me...I did not mean to overstep." Kristine simply smiled at him, shaking her head from side to side slightly frustrated.
"Then we can continue the routine." He announced, Kristine nodding her approval. Suddenly he was behind her once again as she sat there naked. Without warning, she felt something warm and heavy rest upon the top of her pretty head, she looked up and went wide-eyed as she saw the foreskin of his cockhead sliding down over her forehead. His heavy, sagging, hairless balls found themselves perched upon the top of her head as well.
"Wh-what..?-" she was cut off abruptly as the head slid down her nose and passed her lips, and she had to either close them or do something she wasn't sure she was ready to do. Alek's girth rested upon her lips, the head drooping down to her chin. He planted his feet firmly, squatting over her head in a lewd stance, his swollen nuts shelved upon her silken tresses; his fat, half-gorged slab of meat hanging obscenely over her pretty face.
"Relax, is a new exercise..." Kristine was silent, her pursed lips were the only thing keeping his potently fragrant cock from entering her mouth, touching her tongue, or truly feeling her kissable lips pressed against it. She simply nodded her head 'yes', jiggling his bountiful balls back and forth in the process.
"Ahh...that feels nice..." he moaned as her silken hair brushed back and forth pleasantly against his wrinkled scrotum. He began to squat down low, sliding his testicles off of her head and letting them brush against the back of her neck with each descent, his fat cock slithering lewdly back up her face and plateauing upon her scalp. Then, he'd lift himself back up, restoring his genitals to their original position atop Kristine's head.
'God, what am I doing? Just tell him to stop, get up and leave..' Kristine thought to herself, but she never moved, or dared to speak a word. Something deep within held her back and prevented her from taking action. She refused to let her mouth betray her this time. In that moment of toiling with her will, she had a surprisingly naughty thought; a way to justify her wanton curiosity. As Alek's thunderous cockhead was slipping slowly back down over her face, she feigned protest, opening her mouth in an attempt to say 'No..', her mouth creating a most inviting 'O' shape that his cockhead wasted no time in finding.
"Augghhh...yes...now you are learning..." The man hissed, his voice a raspy whisper. Kristine's eyes went wide from the shock of it all. At herself, at how much she genuinely loved it right away. She'd never tasted something so naturally delicious in all of her short years upon this Earth. Nor had she ever felt an uncircumcised penis in her mouth, a new and very exotic thing for her.
Back at home, giving Tom a blowjob was something she always dreaded. For one, it was Tom's favorite sexual activity, and from the moment they met his one mission was to get one from Kristine. She protested for months, always finding it disgusting, but eventually his prodding and poking became too much and she agreed. From the first time she let him in her mouth, she highly disliked it. It tasted awful. It felt degrading to her, and Tom often made remarks during the act that made her feel sick to her stomach.
"Come on, baby, suck it like you want it!" were words that often came out of Tom's mouth while Kristine struggled to not succumb to revulsion. Once, he made a remark that she was sucking it like it stunk, referring to a certain disgusted look on her face, and Kristine wanted nothing more than to tell him that it did, in fact, stink; that she hated doing it and that the taste made her sick.
Not this one, though. The moment his fleshy, engorged tip entered her sweet, warm mouth, bliss washed over her. Kristine, as if it were some long-lost instinct of hers, began to manipulate her lips around the loose foreskin, suck-kissing his meat while mewling her joy softly. Alek, meanwhile, remained in his squatting position. His head was tossed back and he moaned incessantly, delighting in the pleasure of Kristine's sweet, suckling lips and curious tongue. He noticed that her tongue slipped several times beneath the meaty foreskin, her tongue skirting around the ultra-sensitive head hidden beneath the skin.
Alek was, without any doubt to Kristine, truly hung like a horse, something she'd heard growing up several times, and whereas before the act of oral sex, to her, was a chore that involved putting a foul tasting, wormy piece of meat into her mouth, now it was suddenly the most empowering thing she had ever done. For the first time she felt like a woman as her cheeks bulged out with this alpha male's cock - her cheeks often hollowed on her boyfriend's small cock. 'What have I become?' She gazed up the length of his manhood, amazed at how much more she simply wasn't able to fit into her mouth.
The awkward position they found themselves in did nothing to stop them. When it was required, Kristine tilted her head back to accommodate more of him, now looking straight up at the ceiling. Alek stepped forward a few inches, his cock pointing straight down at her face. Kristine blinked up at him, an eyeful of his gorgeous, smooth balls and tanned ass fueling the fire of her lust more than ever.
Her short daydream, the one where she was playfully squeezing his gorgeous butt while they kissed, was interrupted by the drooling tip of his cock rubbing lightly against her lips. Kristine wasn't upset.
"Open for me, Kristine..." he breathed anxiously, and Kristine obeyed. Parting her lips once more, she took him back into her mouth, the heat of his cock permeating throughout along with the potent taste. Her petite body shuddered upon the mat, her toes curling into the soft material. Alek now had much more leverage and easier access to her mouth than before, and Kristine found herself soon overwhelmed by the girth of him.
"Mrff..frmrlm..gggghhh." Her voice was muffled, and soon her vision would be as well. As he sank his cock deeper and deeper into her drooling warmth, his sagging balls casually rested atop her forehead, spilling down over her eyes like water and robbing her of her vision.
"Is okay, baby. Is all part of it...just relax..." He soothed her with his words, squatting lewdly over her face, dipping his cock in and out, in and out, over and over all while he moaned and shuddered from the pleasure. His sculpted leg muscles that he worked so hard to achieve were paying off now, tensing and flexing, allowing him to fuck Kristine's mouth with minimal effort. The man was a well-oiled machine.
Meanwhile, Kristine was struggling down below, her legs kicking as she gagged and got fucked in her innocent mouth. She wasn't used to a cock more than five inches, and this was proving to be quite the test for her. She also never dared let Tommy climb atop her and use her mouth in such an obnoxious fashion, but with this man it felt right. Every fifteen to twenty thrusts, Alek would withdraw from her mouth completely, his slimy, spit-covered cock suspended proudly over her face, a ribbon of thick saliva connecting from the tip to her bottom lip. He would then rub his slimy cock upon her nose. Kristine found herself sniffing at it absentmindedly, lost in her daze of lust and rapturous pleasure.
Alek reached down, wrapping his fingers around his veined shaft and sliding the loose foreskin down past the head, exposing his pinkish-purple head to her
"Suck on the head baby, suckle just the head..." He moaned, lost in a delirium of pleasure from the girl's suck.
'I can manage that, at least..' she thought to herself. Kristine lifted her head slightly, eagerly wrapping her lips around the smooth, velvet flesh of Alek's bulbous cockhead, extending her tongue to meet it, swirling around it's sensitive ridge over and over as she lovingly sucked on the head. She was surprised at herself; at how willingly she obeyed his commands and did the one thing she always thought she hated. Just sucking on the European hunk's glans was more of a task than sucking her boyfriend's entire cock. Her trainer's cockhead was at least three times as big as Tommy's, and so much more enjoyable and fulfilling to suck on. She began to feel a dull ache in her jaw, something she'd never experienced at home, as she never had to open that wide, but for Alek she was stretching her jaw to the limits.
Alek suddenly let go of his girth, allowing the foreskin to glide beautifully back down over the rubbery head of his manhood. Kristine gasped as she felt the loose yet tight flesh meet her lips. She kissed softly, lovingly, showing her undeniable respect to his superior foreskin. He placed his hands upon his hips proudly and remained still, smiling arrogantly up at the ceiling as he thought of her boyfriend's ignorance; Kristine held herself up by two bony elbows and whimpered away as she worked to please him with a passion she didn't know she was capable of. All that mattered to her in this moment was making Alek feel good, to feel him throb between her kissable lips.
The whole time she wore a scarlet blush upon her face, knowing deep down that she was wrong; her boyfriend's judging face flashing before her again and again, but she quickly pushed that away, blocking it out in favor of working her lips and tongue in just the right fashion over Alek's sensitive head. She studied the way he responded, the way to lick him just right. Whenever she would think of Tommy, another copious stream of slick, salty pre-cum would drool from his massive tip upon her tongue, and the taste was so rich and divine to Kristine that she'd forgotten all about him.
"Ahhhhh....yeeeeeees...." His words hung in the air, long and drawn-out groans of pure bliss that only stoked the flames blazing within Kristine. Her throat was constantly in need of swallowing, as the man supplied a steady deposit of his pre-cum to feed his sweet, shy girl.
"Do you mind if I lie down? I want to enjoy this.." He said in a voice that made Kristine's thighs squeeze together, attempting to quell the heat surging between. Every time he spoke, she found herself unable to deny him, loving the way he gave her commands. She simply looked up at him, mouth filled with his cockhead, and nodded 'yes', her emerald eyes bright and expressive and filled with a pleading Alek had not seen before. She suckled away the last traces of his pre-cum and pulled herself away from the head with a whimper.
Alek lied down on his back, reaching over to the pile of clothing Kristine had left on the floor and grabbing her tiny, black panties. He brought them over to his face and sniffed them deeply, draping the gusset over his nose and leaving it there while Kristine settled between the man's muscled thighs. She leaned down and kissed his uncut cock up and down the veined, meaty length. Once she reached the tip, her slender fingers wrapped around the mid-shaft and pulled down, once again sliding his heavenly (and Kristine couldn't deny it - simply fascinating) foreskin down over his swollen head. Kristine took a moment to just stare awestruck at the beauty of his smooth, purple cockhead and the way his skin contoured around him.
"Suck it baby, suck...ah..ahhhhhh." He wasn't even able to finish the sentence before Kristine engulfed him in her soaking mouth. She closed her eyes as she sucked and bobbed, licked and kissed and did all the things she knew men liked. At least Tommy taught her something.
"I'm going to cum, baby..." This was the moment of truth. Kristine knew she should pull off and stroke him to completion, let him finish in her hand...she should, but she didn't. She doubled her efforts, her eyes avoiding his as she fucked her own mouth upon his cock lewdly. She gagged profusely, not used to such a big cock, but it didn't matter. Her eyes watered, sending her eyeliner streaking down her cheeks as she gagged and retched all over Alek's masculine tool. She literally threw herself upon him like a common whore.
"Here it comes, here it comes baby....." Kristine clenched his thighs with thin fingers, forcing herself down as far as she could go, feeling the swollen head force itself into the small hole of her throat. This new sensation seemed to send him completely over the edge, as Kristine looked up and saw that he was practically sitting up, his abs clenched so tightly it looked painful, but it wasn't, he was doubled over in pleasure as he grunted approvingly. Kristine thought to herself she'd never seen a man so strong and beautiful.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I'M CUMMINGGG!!" his fevered screams echoed throughout the gym, and Kristine braced herself. She felt the head of his cock flexing in her throat, stretching her throat, and a moment later the first steaming, gooey rope of his cum shot directly into Kristine's throat. She was shocked at the volume, at the force at which it hit her throat and she had no choice but to let it go down into her empty stomach. The next few shots were just as powerful, finding their new home in Kristine's tummy with the millions of Alek's other doomed children. Kristine's pussy began leaking down her leg as if someone had turned on a steady drip.
Alek withdrew himself slightly, sliding his fat cockhead from the grip of her throat and setting it humbly upon her tongue as he unleashed the next generous, powerful spurts of his alpha male load. Whereas before Kristine tasted nothing as his load shot down her throat, her delicate palate was now seized by the overwhelmingly potent flavor of Alek's buttery load. Her body shook, shivered and began to convulse.
She found herself a moment later hunched over, face down to the floor, her pert ass arched so high you'd think she was a professional whore as she came all over the gym mat, an unexpected tide of pleasure washing over her that she could not contain. Alek's molten load of cum was still in her mouth, and she made sure not to spill it as she steadied her body, grunting as she rode out her orgasm. When it was over she looked up through hazy eyes, her fingers digging into the mat. Alek was standing over here, stroking his still-hard cock idly as he watched Kristine with curious eyes.
"You swallow for me, yes girl?" She didn't need to be asked, but Kristine did as she was told, swallowing the thick, salty load in one gulp, her face screwing up, shuddering at the taste - it was simply too powerful compared to what she was used to. It was like biting into a grapefruit for the first time, but she loved it. She licked her lips to gather up any remnants and swallowed a second time, her lips smacking together as she reveled in the taste of him, and the wetness between her thighs that was born purely from him cumming in her mouth.
Above her, Alek's tight fist squeezed along his shaft, and from the slit at the tip, a large glob of pearl white semen emerged. Kristine watched hesitantly as it oozed forth and fell freely from the tip....
Until Kristine quickly moved forward and caught it upon her tongue in mid-air, moving up and sucking clean the rest of his foreskin-wrapped head, making sure to slip her tongue into every intricate fold that she could find, loving the way his excess skin tasted beneath his cockhead.
"When can I see you again...?" Kristine asked, quietly, nervously. The fact that she had just swallowed another man's cum was not lost upon her, and she knew within a few hours the guilt would be all she could think about while she was in bed with her boyfriend. Despite all of that, she realized that she simply couldn't deny herself another meeting with him.
"My door is always open for you, Kristine. I am always here." He smiled warmly. Kristine wanted nothing more than to throw her arms around him and kiss him passionately, but she managed to control herself.
"Keep those...to remember me by.." She said shyly, referring to her panties that he still clutched in one hand. Kristine dressed herself, sans panties, and made her way for the door. Before reaching it, though, she broke down, turning and running to Alek and throwing her arms around him, kissing him passionately upon his lips, her forehead pressed to his as she eyed him pleadingly, and Alek could swear he saw the glint of love in her eyes.
They stayed there, kissing like High School lovers for another ten minutes before Kristine finally managed to pull away, running from him lest she spend the night. When she stepped outside, the day's light was surreal, instilling within her the fact that this all really just happened. She began her stroll down the sidewalk, reaching into her bag and powering on her phone.
"Oh, hi honey!" Kristine said sweetly "Yes, I just got done with Veronica. She really did a number on me....I'll see you soon." As shame burned upon her cheeks, she made her way home.
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