Misty had a baby not long ago and was looking to shed a few pounds, which brought her to the door of a handsomely muscular personal trainer one Saturday morning.
During the warmup exercises, one of her milk swollen breasts pops free, much to her embarrassment. Mark, her personal trainer, takes it upon himself to love every inch of her body and make her feel beautiful again, while freeing some of the tension in her boobs caused by nursing.
WARNING, this 3,000+ word story features incredibly hot depictions of oral sex, squirting, lactation, self pleasure, alpha male dominance and raw, bare naked, unprotected sex on a hardwood floor.
EXCERPT:
“You look fine,” Mark said quickly.
“Honestly. I’m going to help you meet your goals, but you should know that you’re quite a beautiful lady. I was taken aback when I saw you through the doorway,” he said.
Misty didn’t know what to say.
“Why thank you,” she blushed.
“That’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a very long time.
Mark smiled.
“Well, you deserve to hear it. Shall we begin?”
They gravitated toward a place laid out with yoga mats and began to stretch. Though she hadn’t worked out in a while, Misty was still pretty flexible. That made her proud.
As she bent over to touch her ankle, however, a sharp pain radiated throughout her entire breasts—it was too much. She hadn’t nursed or pumped in a while, and it felt like somebody had shoved a bowling bowl sized implant into her boob while she was sleeping.
“I’m sorry, I need to take a break,” Misty said, standing up straight.
Mark look concerned.
“Was it too much? We can slow down if you want,” he said.
“No, it’s not you. Well, I have to be honest. This might be TMI but—“
Misty paused, noticing that Mark hadn’t so much as blinked or shifted his gaze the entire time he was looking at her.
She followed the trail of his eyes and looked down. Her entire left boob was hanging out of her tank top, plump and swollen as ever, a pink areola staring right back at Mark. He looked turned on, and that turned Misty on. She quickly put her stray tit away though, embarrassed.
“I’m sorry. I’m nursing right now, and I’m finding it tough to control these things,” Misty said.
“No, don’t be sorry,” Mark said, rising to his feet.
“Your breasts are every bit as beautiful as you are. May I touch them?”
