Chapter 1: Opening Image
Taylor lead Amy to the bench by the practice mat. She had on a white zip up long sleeve jacket that just covered her pink sports bra underneath. Her toned stomach was left open. She also had light blue gym shorts that showed off her nice ass. She was smiling and seemed excited and nervous. Taylor got the vibe she might be a little oblivious of his intentions. He knew it would be fun to play with that a bit. "So, Amy, tell me, what brings you to my little gym today?" He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, giving her his full attention.
Amy fidgeted with the zipper on her jacket. "Oh, well, my husband and I, we've been trying to... spice things up, you know? And my friend thought this might help."
Taylor grinned, "Ah, well, I'm all about spicing things up. Tell me, what's your favorite position?"
Amy blushed, looking down at the floor.
"Oh, I don't know. I've only really done a few things."
Taylor chuckled, pushing off the wall and moving closer to her. "Well, that's what I'm here for. I want to help you expand your repertoire. Make your husband the envy of every man out there."
Amy looked up at him, her eyes wide. "You think so? I mean, he's not... you know, huge or anything."
Taylor leaned in, his voice low. "Amy, it's not about size. It's about knowing what to do with what you've got. Not that I’m small by any means he laughed. I was blessed with a massive piece he boasted. But trust me, it's all about the technique. And that's what we're here for today. To learn some new techniques." He winked, and she giggled nervously.
“Why don’t we stretch you out to start” he suggested. “Here, take off your jacket, let’s get you warmed up.”
Amy complied, revealing her pink sports bra underneath. She still had her light blue shorts on. Her arms were covered in goosebumps and her nipples were visible through the thin fabric.
“Okay, let’s start with some easy yoga poses” Taylor said. He moved next to her, demonstrating each pose before guiding her through them. He made sure to touch her often, under the guise of correcting her form. He was subtle about it, but he could see her blushing every time he did.
“You’re doing great” he praised. He got behind her and really felt up her ass as she bent forward. He complimented her fitness level and how she took care of herself as he massaged her cheeks. He could feel her heart rate pick up, and he smirked. She was enjoying this.
"Thanks," she said, breathless. "I try to work out regularly."
"It shows," he said, his voice low. "You're very toned. Your husband is a lucky man."
She grinned, and he saw her chest rise as she took a deep breath.
"So, what's next?" she asked, her voice steady but her eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Taylor stepped back and grabbed a yoga block from the shelf. He placed it on the mat and motioned for her to follow him.
"Now, let's try something a little more... challenging." He positioned the block in the middle of the mat, then he leaned against it, his legs spread wide, hands on his knees. "This is called the plow pose with a twist. It's great for flexibility and core strength. But it's also a fantastic position for your husband to... access you." He winked again, and she blushed, looking at the block between his legs.
"You want me to... do what, exactly?" she asked, her voice soft.
Taylor pushed off the block and stood up straight, walking behind her. "I'll show you.
First, you lie back, like this." Taylor guided Amy to the mat, helping her lie down and position her head near the yoga block. "Now, lift your legs up, and over your head. Like you're trying to touch your toes to the ground behind you."
Amy followed his instructions, her arms stretched out to the sides, palms flat on the mat. Taylor couldn't help but admire her flexibility as her feet came close to the ground behind her head. He walked around to her side, getting a good view of her body.
"Now, this is where the fun part comes in.
You're going to want to shift your hips, so they're lifted off the ground. Like this." Taylor demonstrated, shifting his own hips up off the imaginary mat. Amy mirrored him, her hips rising slightly off the ground. Taylor could see the muscles in her stomach and lower back tensing as she held the position.
"Great job," he said, walking behind her. He placed his hands on her lower back, applying gentle pressure to help her arch further. "Now, try to reach your hands back, as if you're trying to grab your ankles."
Amy stretched her arms back, her fingers brushing against her calves.
She let out a small gasp as Taylor's hands moved to her waist, guiding her hips higher.
"That's it," he said, his voice low. "Just a little farther."
Amy grunted slightly with the effort, her body trembling as she held the pose. Taylor could feel her heart racing under his touch. He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear.
"Imagine your husband here, Amy. Imagine him watching you like this, your body arched and open for him. Imagine the things he could do to you in this position."
Amy's breath hitched, and Taylor could feel her body responding to his words. “Let me show you for example” he said and took the place of where her husband would be fucking her. He crouched between her legs and positioned himself as if he was going to enter her. Amy's eyes widened as she realized what he was doing, but she didn’t say anything. She just lay there, her body on display for him.
Taylor looked down at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and parted lips. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He could see the sweat glistening on her skin, and he licked his lips. He wanted to taste her.
“See, like this” he said, his voice a low growl. He moved his hips, as if he was fucking her slow and deep. He began softly slamming his crotch into her. She moaned a little and he smiled and picked up the pace.
A few short thrusts and he stopped, leaving her wanting more. "Now, that's what I'm talking about. You're going to drive your husband wild with this one."
Amy's breath was coming in ragged gasps as she came back to earth. Her eyes were glazed over and her cheeks were flushed a deep red. Taylor extended a hand and helped her up. She swayed a bit on her feet and he steadied her with an arm around her waist.
"Wow," she breathed out, her voice soft and trembling. "That was... intense."
Taylor chuckled and gave her a wink. “Let’s try the wheelbarrow out next” he said. “It’s a great for your arms and core, but it’s also a fun one to try with your husband. Trust me, he’ll love it.”
Amy nodded, still a bit dazed from the last pose. Taylor could see a sheen of sweat on her upper lip, and her hair was slightly disheveled. He loved seeing her like this, all flustered and eager for more.
He told her she would get on her hands and knees and that he would pick her up by her thighs and begin the pounding. Amy got on her hands and knees, her body still warm from the last pose. Taylor came up behind her and grabbed her thighs, easily lifting her up. He looked down at her, her ass in the air, and he couldn't help but admire the view. "You're going to hold this position while I guide you through the movements," he said, his voice gravelly.
He pressed his groin up against hers and mimicked fucking her as he held her legs up. "Just like this," he said, moving his hips back and forth. "Your husband can enter you from behind, and you can control the rhythm by moving your body."
Amy's chest was heaving, and her breaths came out in short gasps. "Oh... okay," she managed to say. Taylor could see her knuckles turning white as she gripped the mat beneath her.
"You're doing great," he praised, his hands squeezing her thighs. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, and he loved how responsive she was. He knew he was getting to her, and he was enjoying every second of it.
But he also knew he had to be careful. He didn't want to come off too strong too fast. So, he slowly lowered her back down to the mat and helped her out of the pose.
"Good job," he said, a smile playing on his lips. "You're a natural at this."
Amy beamed at him, her cheeks still flushed. "Thanks," she said, pushing her hair back from her face. "This is... fun."
”Do you have any questions for me” he asked her as she drank water. She nodded.
”Do you think I have a nice body” she asked nervously. Taylor raised an eyebrow and looked her up and down. "Amy, you have a fantastic body. Why do you ask?"
She blushed again and looked down at the floor. "I've just been feeling a little self-conscious lately. I guess I wanted to know if I was still... desirable."
“You’re incredibly hot Amy” he told her. “I’d pound that ass all day if you were my girl” he joked. Amy laughed and looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.
“You’re bad” she said, shaking her head. “But thank you. That means a lot to me.”
Taylor grinned and winked at her. “Anytime, beautiful. Now let’s talk about things you do in the bedroom. Do you like to give head” he asked casually. Her eyes widened slightly, but she nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “I do, but I don’t know if I’m very good at it.”
Taylor chuckled, “Well, let’s see if we can change that. Why don’t you come over here and sit by me?” He patted the bench next to him, and Amy walked over, her hips swaying slightly. She sat down, her legs crossed, and Taylor could see the goosebumps on her skin. He reached out and ran his hand along her arm, making her shiver.
“You’re cold,” he said, his voice low.
“Let me warm you up.” He moved closer to her on the bench, their thighs touching. He could feel the heat radiating off her, and he loved how responsive she was to his touch.
"What do you like to do when you give head?" he asked, his hand still on her arm. "Do you like to be in control, or do you like him to take the lead?"
Amy bit her lip, thinking for a moment. "I... I like both, I guess. It depends on the situation. Sometimes I like to be in control, to tease him, make him beg for it. “Now I’m not sure about your husband but I really love it when a girl lets me fuck her face” he said “you know really take control”. Amy’s breath hitched and her cheeks flushed. She looked down at her lap and nodded slightly.
Taylor could see she was excited but also a little nervous. He wanted to push her boundaries but he also wanted her to feel safe and comfortable. “Hey, look at me” he said gently. She looked up and he smiled at her. “You’re in control here, okay? We’re just practicing. Whatever you’re comfortable with, we’ll do.”
“Do you like having your tits fucked” he asked. Amy looked at him and smiled. “I’m not sure I’ve ever had them fucked before. I don’t know what that would feel like.”
Taylor leaned in closer to her and whispered, “I can show you.” He reached out and lightly traced the neckline of her sports bra with his finger. “I’d love to see your tits bouncing while I’m fucking them. It’s a hell of a sight.”
Amy’s breath hitched again, and she bit her lip, her eyes flicking down to his crotch. Taylor smirked, knowing she was imagining what he had to offer.
He loved that he had this effect on her. He liked to tease, to make her uncomfortable, but in a good way. He wanted her to crave him.
“You know, you have great tits,” Taylor said, his voice low and husky. “They’re perfect for this.”
Amy blushed, looking down at her chest. “Thanks,” she said softly.
“Do you think I have a big dick” he asked her. She looked up at him and laughed. “I have no idea.” She said “I’ve only ever been with my husband.”
“I wish I could show it to you” he teased. “Yeah?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Taylor chuckled and leaned in closer. He could feel her breath on his face, and he knew she was feeling the same pull he was. He wanted to kiss her, to taste her, but he held back. He wanted to make her beg for it. “I bet you’d love to see it, wouldn’t you?” he said, his voice low. Amy nodded, her cheeks flushed. “I’ve never seen a big dick before,” she admitted. Taylor grinned, loving how open she was being with him. “Well, I promise you, mine is big. Massive, even.
And I know exactly how to use it." He winked, and Amy's eyes widened slightly. "You're making me blush," she said, her voice a soft whisper. Taylor loved that he had that effect on her. He leaned in even closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Good. Because I want you to be thinking about it. About me. About what it would feel like to have me inside you." Amy's breathing hitched, and Taylor could see her chest rising and falling rapidly. He loved the power he had over her. He could see her struggling to control herself, and he loved it. “And I’d love to suck on those gorgeous titties” he teased. Amy gasped, her eyes widened and she looked down at her chest again. Taylor could see her nipples hardening through her sports bra. “Oh, God” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “You’re making me wet.”
Taylor smiled, “I know.” He loved that he had this effect on her. He loved that he could make her feel things she had never felt before. He reached out and cupped her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple. Amy let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed.
“That feels so good” she whispered. “But my husband is just outside in the car” she said. Taylor could hear the concern in her voice, but also the desire. She was torn between her loyalty to her husband and the new feelings Taylor was stirring in her.
Taylor leaned in closer, his voice low and seductive. “I’ll be quick. I just want to give you a little taste of what you’ve been missing. No one has to know.”
He could see the internal struggle in her eyes, but he also saw the hunger. He gave her breast a gentle squeeze, and she let out a soft moan. “Okay,” she whispered. “But just a little taste.”
Taylor smiled and leaned back, his eyes never leaving hers. “Do you want me to take my big dick out for you” he asked softly. Amy nodded, biting her lip.
Taylor stood up and unzipped his gym shorts. He could feel her eyes on him, and he loved it. He pushed his shorts and boxers down, revealing his massive cock. It was already half-hard, and he knew it would only take a moment to get it fully erect.
"Holy shit," Amy whispered, her eyes wide. "That's... that's huge."
Taylor smiled, stroking his cock slowly. "You like what you see?"
Amy nodded, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Y-yes," she stammered. "I-I like it."
Taylor stepped closer to her, his cock now fully erect and pointing directly at her. "Come on, baby," he coaxed, his voice low. "Show me what you've got."
Amy hesitated for a moment, but the desire in her eyes won out. She leaned forward, her hand wrapping around the base of his shaft. Taylor let out a low groan, his hips jerking slightly at her touch.
”Holy fuck this is a gorgeous cock” she said. She began to stroke him slowly, her hand barely able to wrap around his girth. Taylor groaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he savored the sensation.
"Fuck, that feels good," he murmured. "But I want more than just your hand. I want that mouth of yours."
Amy looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. "I-I don't know if I can take all of it," she admitted.
Taylor just smiled, knowing she could do it. "Don't worry, baby. I'll guide you.
Trust me." Taylor looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and challenge. Amy took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his, and then she opened her mouth wide. Taylor watched as she leaned in, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock. He groaned, his hands going to the back of her head, gently guiding her.
"Oh, fuck, Amy," he murmured. "You're doing so good, baby. Take it slow."
Amy let out a soft moan, her lips sliding down further, taking more of him into her mouth.
Taylor watched as her eyes watered slightly, but she didn't stop. She was determined. He could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat, and he groaned, his grip on her hair tightening slightly.
"That's it, baby," he encouraged. "Take it all in."
Amy gagged slightly, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she relaxed her throat and took him even deeper. Taylor couldn't believe how well she was doing. He could feel the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat, and it felt amazing.
"Fuck, Amy," he groaned. He began pumping in and out of her mouth as she gagged on his cock. “You look so fucking hot with my dick in your mouth, Amy,” Taylor moaned. “Look at those big tits bouncing.” He gripped her hair tighter, forcing her head back and forth on his cock.
Amy’s eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away. She relaxed her jaw and took more of him in, her eyes never leaving his. Taylor watched her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The sight of her mouth stretched around his cock was driving him wild.
“ That’s it, baby. Take my cock. Take it all.” He thrust deeper, hitting the back of her throat. He began fucking her face at an increasing speed. , his grip on her head tightening. Amy's mascara was running, her eyes watering, but she didn't stop. She was determined to take all of him.
Taylor groaned, his body tensing. "Fuck, Amy, you're so fucking good at this. Such a good little slut for me, aren't you?"
Amy moaned, the vibrations causing Taylor to groan even louder. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with lust and admiration. "That's right, baby. You're a good little slut. I want you to ride my cock now” he said. . He gently pulled her up, his cock popping out of her mouth with a wet sound. She looked up at him, her lipstick smeared, mascara running down her cheeks. She looked like a mess, but so fucking hot. “Take off that sports bra” he commanded. Amy hesitated for a moment, but then reached behind her to unhook it. She slipped it off, revealing her beautiful tits. Taylor groaned, his cock twitching with desire.
“Now the shorts” he said. Amy looked around nervously, but then slipped them off, revealing her pussy.
She was shaved and glistening with arousal. Taylor could see her panties were soaked. He groaned and reached out, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her closer to him. "Get on top of me," he said, his voice commanding. "I want to feel those tits bouncing while you ride my cock."
Amy hesitated for a moment, but then climbed onto the bench and straddled him. She was facing him, her knees on either side of his hips. Taylor could see her pussy, just inches away from his cock. He reached out and grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard. “I want you to mock your husband while you get off on my cock “ he told her.
Amy gasped, her eyes widening. “What?”
Taylor grinned, his hands still gripping her tits. “You heard me. Think about how much better this is than him. How much bigger and better I am. I want to hear you say it.”
Amy’s cheeks flushed a deep red, but she didn’t argue. She licked her lips, her eyes locked onto his as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock. Taylor groaned as he felt her tight pussy slowly engulf him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he murmured, his hands moving from her tits to her hips.
He guided her as she started to move, her body adjusting to his size.
Amy threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “You’re so much bigger than him.”
Taylor smirked, loving the way she was already playing along. “That’s right, baby. You feel that? You feel how much better this is?”
Amy nodded, her eyes closed as she rode him. “Yes,” she panted. “You fill me up so much.”
Taylor reached up and grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Tell me,” he commanded.
“Tell me how much better this is.”
Amy bit her lip, her eyes locked onto his. “It’s so much better,” she admitted. “You’re so much bigger and harder than him. I feel so full.”
Taylor grinned, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he helped her move faster, grinding her against him. You take my cock like you mean it. Show me how much you love it.”
Amy picked up the pace, her body moving with more confidence as she got used to his size. Her tits bounced with each thrust, and Taylor loved the sight of them.
He could feel her getting tighter, her body responding to his commands. He knew she was close, and he wanted to make sure he got what he wanted first.
"Tell me, Amy," he said, his voice low and gruff. "Who's fucking you better right now? Your husband, or me?"
Amy gasped, her eyes wide as she looked down at him. She bit her lip, and Taylor could see the struggle in her eyes. But he knew she wanted to say it. He knew she wanted to give in to the pleasure he was giving her.
"You are," she finally admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
"You're fucking me better than he ever has."
Taylor grinned, his grip on her hips tightening as he began thrusting up into her harder. I'm fucking you better than any man ever has. Now, tell me, who makes you feel more alive? Who makes you feel sexier? Who makes you feel like a goddamn queen?"
Amy let out a moan, her head falling back as she rode him faster. "You do," she panted. "You make me feel so alive. So sexy. So... wanted."
Taylor smirked, loving the way she was responding to him.
He knew he had her right where he wanted her. He wanted to push her even further, to see just how far she would go.
He leaned up and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it. Amy let out a loud moan, her hands going to his hair and pulling him closer.
"Oh, God," she panted. "That feels so good."
Taylor released her nipple with a pop and looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "You like that, baby? You like it when I suck on your tits?"
Amy nodded, her eyes glazed over with lust. “Do you want me to cum in you” he asked. Amy’s eyes widened and she stopped moving for a moment. “I-I can’t. I’m not on birth control. My husband and I… we don’t use condoms.”
Taylor smirked, he knew she was struggling with the thought of him cumming inside her. “Don’t worry baby. I’ll pull out. I just love the way your pussy feels around my cock. So tight and wet. I want to feel you cum all over me.”
Amy bit her lip, her body still hovering over him. She was torn between what she wanted and what she thought she should do. Taylor could see the internal struggle in her eyes. “Fuck it cum in me. I want that big dick inside me” she said. Amy’s eyes were filled with desire. She wanted this, and Taylor could see it. “Please, I want to feel you cum inside me.”
Taylor smiled, he loved hearing her say that. “Are you sure, baby?” He asked, wanting to make sure she really wanted this. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “Yes, I’m sure.”
Taylor flipped them over, so he was on top of her. He leaned down and kissed her hard, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Amy kissed him back, her hands going to his back, pulling him closer.
Taylor could feel her body pressing against his, her hips moving against him, searching for more friction. He broke the kiss and looked down at her, a wicked smile on his face. "You want it, don't you?" he said, his voice low and husky. "You want me to fuck you hard and deep, don't you?"
Amy nodded, her eyes locked onto his. "Yes," she admitted. "I want it. I want you to fuck me, Taylor. I want to feel you cum inside me."
Taylor groaned, his cock twitching at her words.
He loved how eager she was, how willing she was to give in to her desires. He thrust his hips against hers, rubbing his cock against her wet pussy, teasing her.
"Beg for it, Amy," he commanded, his voice low and husky. "Beg me to fuck you."
Amy bit her lip, her eyes filled with desire. "Please," she whispered. "Fuck me, Taylor. I want to feel you inside me."
Taylor chuckled, his cock throbbing with need. "You're going to have to do better than that, baby. Tell me how weak and pathetic your husband is” he said.
“How he can’t satisfy you and how he always comes too fast” he taunted her.
Amy's eyes fluttered shut as Taylor spoke those words. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't stop herself. The feelings Taylor was awakening in her were too intense to ignore. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, looking directly into Taylor's.
"He... he can't last long enough," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "He comes too quickly, and I'm left wanting more."
Taylor grinned, his hips moving against hers in slow, deliberate thrusts.