Wedding day whore 6 - Sex Stories

Wedding day whore 6

... put his body against her back, his arms moving hers and his eyes glued to the mirror showing her tits. Lisa eased her ass back and felt something pressing against her ass and knew she had to have it.

Lisa put the weights down, bending in front of him, when she stood up she told him that this wasn’t the workout she had in mind. She made it very obvious by rubbing his shorts that she wanted some proper 1 on 1 training. After making sure her actions weren’t seen he told her to follow him. Lisa was led to a staff only door, inside was a small corridor with a few doors leading from it. There was a store room, employee shower, employee locker room and employee rest room. Lisa was taken to the rest room where there was a small table, some chairs and a sofa.

Once inside Lisa didn’t hold back. She had her hands on his tented shorts in seconds as she stood on her toes to reach up and kiss him. This white wife throwing herself at him wasn’t his first, but he always had to make sure they made the first move. Now he knew she was serious he could drop the professional gym trainer act and be the slut fucker he enjoyed being. His hands reaching for Lisa’s ass as her hands pulled down his shorts. He broke off the kiss, looked her in the eye and told her to suck his cock. Lisa trembled with excitement at being told what to do and was quickly kneeling and taking as much of this thick sweaty black cock in her mouth as she could.

As her tongue ran over his long hard shaft she tasted ...

... the sweat and precum and this drove her wild. With his cock now in her mouth he watched the married white slut bob her head up and down. He reached down and guided her head with his large hands. As his impatience grew he held her head and started fucking her face. Lisa was gagging and drooling all over herself. At one point he removed his cock from her mouth and allowed her to catch her breath, but as she was breathing heavily and wiping the strings of saliva from her chin, the trainer reached down and pulled her vest up over her tits and then her head. With her creamy white mounds free he began to caress them, play with her nipples and then used his grip on her nipples to pull her back to his cock. Again it wasn’t her sucking him but more him fucking her. The room was filled with the sounds of gagging, Lisa choking, the trainers moans and of skin slapping into skin.

When he pulled his cock away again Lisa was a mess. Her eyes were teary, her hair all over the place including stuck to the moisture on her face. Lisa had drooled so much that her tits were shiny and wet. The trainer reached to her tits and pulled her up to her feet. He turned her around and whilst gripping her tits hard he walked her to the table. There he bent her over pushing her wet chest into the plastic table top. His hands hooked into her leggings and yanked them down to her knees. He ran his fingers along her pussy and found it to be just as wet as her tits were. He lined up his hard cock and pushed ...