Manhandled by My Personal Trainer (BBW, BDSM, Curvy, Deflowering, Spanking Erotica) Read Free Page A

ravioli,
pledging only to eat half and get a box to finish it later for
lunch the next day. Nobody told me, however, that this would be
physically impossible. After the first bite of creamy Italian
seasoned shell I decided to treat myself, just this once, and
engorge the entire meal.
    What about that cute blonde frat boy named
Paul? He congratulated me for finally joining everyone else on the
vacation and we hit it off quite smoothly over the next three days.
We talked, and ate. We got drunk, and ate. We laughed at each other
whenever we were forced to conduct a laughable conversation with a
native Italian speaker, and ate. We got a long so well that one
night he pulled me in for a kiss.
    He could really be quite persuasive. As we
embraced each other’s mouth he had me planning exactly how I wanted
to spend the rest of my trip, but I had to pull him off. I needed
to confess something to him that was distracting every pleasurable
thought I could be having.
    “ Wait, Paul.”
    “ What? What is it?” he
asked, annoyed.
    “ It’s just. I’m a virgin. I
just thought you should know so that.” I was embarrassed to admit
this to him. I expected him to look down on me, which if he did, he
hid his feelings very well. But since I had halted the romantic
momentum, he took this opportunity to make his own confession. Paul
forgot to mention that he’s leaving with the rest of his fraternity
friends for France in the morning. We had a frantic search for
privacy, which lasted for about an hour, and then I became tired.
So let down by his revelation that I needed to sleep it off. I
suppose that’s a frustrating personality flaw, but I can’t help it.
Paul looked let down, and beseeched me to stay out with him and
keep looking for a chance to adequately see each other off, but I
just couldn’t get back into it. C’est la vie, Paul. And then I
ate.
    Why was my eating so out of control? I’m
still not entirely sure. Though I could feel my body gradually
ballooning I don’t know why I sought comfort from food the way I
did. Maybe I just missed home. Or maybe I just missed someone.
     
    One night in Milan my subconscious mind
drifted back to a place I longed to be reunited with, and
reawakened feelings in me I thought were extinguished. I was back
in the gym, stretching my hamstrings as far as they would possibly
allow. My fingers were touching the foam cushioned floor. The
burning intensified and soon I was stretched so far down my palms
were rested on the floor.
    ‘ Are you seeing this?’ I
called out to Kevin. I knew he was nearby, though I couldn’t see
him.
    ‘ That’s very impressive,
Melanie,’ I smiled at the thought. Soon Kevin placed a supportive
hand on my lower back, helping me maximize my stretch. I relished
the feeling of his massive hand resting on my back as it
transitioned to softly caressing and feeling me with more and more
sensual focus.
    ‘ Do you know what I want you
to do now?’ he asked as his other hand attached to the inside of my
heavy thigh. Kevin slowly worked his way up, his powerful hand
pulled more and more of my leg up with it.
    ‘ Anything,’ I said back in
between my deep breaths, ‘just tell me what you want.’
    ‘ I want you to cum on my
hand’ as he spoke he slid a finger along my glistening slit,
massaging my throbbing clit with deliberate intention. Suddenly I
was on my back as he continued his vigorous groping. With no words
to express my craving for him I arched my back allowing my stomach
to spill outward to his liking. At last I gasped as he inserted two
of his manly fingers into me.
    I never had time to confess that I’m a virgin
while he had me on my back, gripping fistfuls of the air and
begging for sexual mercy as he devoured my cunt. My thick legs
clamped around his head and were embraced by bulging biceps in his
colossal arms. It was everything I had wanted, but forgotten years
earlier. I was his.
    I began to soak through my pink cotton
panties as the dream