Breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out… god Samantha loved cooling down after a good hard workout at the gym!
She kept breathing in and out, letting herself relax more and more until she heard the footsteps coming towards her and eventually the soft touch on her knee and a little shiver ran through her.
John, her personal trainer, was so proud with what she’d accomplished over the last year. When she’d first come into the gym she’d been… well, honestly, she’d been out of shape.
Her tummy had a slight bulge, her thighs a little thick and not in a good way, her arms a little flabby, her hair too brown, her lips too thin, her tits too small, she was a mess.
John had helped her change all that. He’d started with a new workout routine, given her a new salon to go to, introduced her to her plastic surgeon, and shown her exactly what it meant to be “in shape”.
She felt his fingers move up her leg and across her pelvis until he hooked his fingers under her shorts and tugged them down and off her body. He stepped back and she lifted her legs into the air, pulled them back until they were beside her head and then crossed them under.
John stepped up to her and their eyes met, he leaned forward just a little and reached out and grabbed her tits as she felt his dick push up against her pussy.
She let out a moan as he pushed into her, “Size matters.” she said flatly as she controlled her breathing.
“The size of my waist matters. The size of my lips matter. The size of my tits matter. The size of my brain matters.” she repeated over and over again as he fucked her.
“The size of my waist matters, it must by tiny. The size of my lips matter, they must be puffy. The size of my tits matter, they must be huge. The size of my brain matters, it must be small.” she changed her chant after several minutes.
Then, she started to lose control, her breathing increasing ragged, her body starting the cycle she knew was inevitable.
“Oh god! Oh god! Size matters! Size matters! Size maaaaaatttttteeeeeeerrrrrrssssss!” she cried out as the orgasm crashed over her and her vision narrowed and blackness engulfed her.
John looked down at his latest project, her legs flailing as they unraveled from behind her head, the vapid look in her eye, the stupid grin on her face.
She had come alone nicely and was pretty much ready for sale, though he was having a bit of a hard time parting with her.
Perhaps her hair wasn’t quite long enough to bring in the big dollars… yes, yes that was it. He’d have to keep her for at least another month for it to grow out. Perhaps he’d give the salon to change her style too when it did.
He sighed and shook his head, he knew he was making excuses, she was perfect, and ready, and he had a lineup of buys begging him to put her up for action already. He pulled up his pants and headed back to his office to publish the listing.
She’d be gone in a few days at most, and really, he needed the space at the gym, he had a lineup of women wanting membership and he hated to keep them waiting.
