Christina's Adventures Part 10 (Evening Training Session)

I opened my eyes, feeling a languid lassitude spreading through my body after sleep. I stretched sweetly, arching my back so every muscle quivered with pleasure. Amin was snoring beside me.

There was a message from Victoria on my phone, reminding me of the evening workout at 7.

My mood was playful and brazen—my fingers reached between my legs on their own, slipping under the lace of my panties, but there were no sticky traces of yesterday's mischief, only pleasant sensations in both holes.

My gaze slid downward. A black blanket lay over Amin, moving softly with the rhythm of his breathing. But lower down… It was rising in a much more tempting bulge, clearly outlining

his morning erection.

A pleasant vibration appeared low in my belly and I slipped under the blanket. Moving down, I lay on my side, resting my head on his pubic mound, and pulled back the waistband of his underwear. The smell of his cock hit my nose, the head peeking out from under the skin stretched around it and teasing with a tiny droplet. Pulling his underwear down completely, exposing his shaft and balls, I brought my full lips close and slowly began to suck.

My palm slid down his still-dry but already heated cock, feeling the thick veins pulsing under the skin. They twisted like cords filled with blood—and that made him seem even more massive, even more irresistible. I squeezed him a little tighter with my fingers, running from the base to the head, enjoying how the skin stretched under my touch.

I slowly took him into my mouth, the head filling the space firmly, pressing against my palate, and my tongue pressed against the lower frenulum, beginning to slowly, sensuously trace circles. The salty drop of precum spread over my tongue—pungent, masculine, intoxicating. I moaned at the taste, taking him deeper into my mouth, feeling saliva abundantly coating the shaft, making it shiny, slippery, ready.

The sounds grew louder—the wet noises, Amin's ragged breathing, my own wet moan when the tip of his cock touched the very back of my throat. I glanced up—and saw his stomach tense, his fists clenching the sheets, and his hips jerk, trying to push even deeper.

His hand smoothly rested on my head, and gripping his cock with my hand, I began to move it, creating pressure on my cheek from the inside. The head periodically slipped out of my mouth and scraped against my teeth, my little tongue playing, slipping into his hole and widening it.

I felt my white panties being pushed aside and his finger slowly sliding between the lips of my pussy. I bit his cock a little and moaned as if with a gag in my mouth. The finger slowly entered me and began to vibrate.

I quickened the rhythm, making his thick cock literally shudder in my lips. My vibrating moan ran the entire length of his shaft, making the veins pulse even more fiercely under my tongue.

Every movement was deep and wet—his hot head slid over my tongue, pushed into my throat, making tears well up in my eyes, and then slowly pulled back out, shiny with saliva, stopping right between my lips.

I deliberately tightened them, creating a tight ring he could barely pass through.

My heated pussy convulsively clenched around his fingers, leaking sticky streams of arousal onto the sheets. His skillful fingers went in to the very base, fiercely ironing that very G-spot, making everything inside rise and pulse with a frantic tremor.

Suddenly his palms roughly grabbed my neck, pulling me out of the rhythm. Fingers dug into my hair and pressed my face to his swollen pubic mound, forcing me to take him even deeper.

His hips jerked sharply forward, stuffing the heated cock right into my throat.

I instinctively opened my mouth wider, sticking out my tongue to at least soften the onslaught a little. But it didn't help—the thick shaft slammed into my palate, squeezing out tears and drool that splattered all over my face.

The sounds were obscene—the wet pussy made squelching noises in time with his fingers, my throat rasped from the deep penetration, coughs and gag reflexes mixed with muffled moans.

Me: — Kkhh… kkhh… mmff!…

I couldn't even scream—only helplessly choke, feeling drool flooding everything around. The cock flew out of my mouth as if on purpose for a gulp of air and flew back in, periodically hitting my face, poking my nose.

His palms forced my head down even deeper, stuffing the pulsating cock** right into my throat. I felt the head pass my throat, making tears stream from my eyes.

My lips pressed against the very base, my nose drowned in the dark curls of his pubic hair, and my throat stretched to the limit, enveloping the hot flesh.

Amin didn't wait—his hips jerked sharply, and he began to fuck my throat, using my head.

Up, down, now deeper than my throat, now pulling back, continuing to torment it. The cock curved inside, scratching my palate, pulsing. His balls tightened, and the veins strained.

Amin moaned and his hands weakened, his cock pulsed, the first stream hit right in my throat—thick, hot, with a slight tremor on my tongue. I immediately tightened my lips around the base of the head, locking the rest inside, and began to slowly suck, making every drop pass through my lips.

The bitter, pungent taste spread through my mouth, burning my throat as I swallowed his cum in big gulps. My hands gripped his cock, squeezing out the last drops as he shook from the overload of sensation. Grabbing my hair, he pulled me away from his cock.

Amin: — Aah… That's… enough…

Me: — Mmm… Such tasty protein…

Amin: — Ahaha, so that's how you use me! (He said breathlessly)

Me: — You're my source of protein!…

I got up and ran to wash up; the taste of cum in my mouth didn't go away with toothpaste. After washing my face, I went to the kitchen. His polo shirt was lying on the floor; I put it on and went to make breakfast. There were only eggs, bacon, and tomatoes in the fridge. Well, in principle, a pretty normal, very protein-rich breakfast, I thought and smiled. Turning on music, I wiggled my butt while making breakfast. Amin came up behind me and hugged me.

Amin: — Black top, white bottom, and it suits you! (he said tenderly)

Me: — I just put on what I found!

My mood was high, and my hips moved and rubbed against him on their own.

Sitting at the table, we started breakfast, and I confirmed the workout with Victoria.

Me: — Damn, the workout is so late at 7 p.m….

Amin: — Can I pick you up!?

Me: — No, thanks. What will you be doing?

Amin: — Need to go to the office, then to a meeting.

Me: — You work so much, how don't you get tired?

Amin: — Money is earned through hard work, look at your mom, she's always at work.

Me: — Well, yeah, even on weekends…

Amin drove me home and promised to call in a few days. Entering the house, I went to wash the laundry that had suffered quite a bit yesterday.

Packing my bag, I went to the gym, wearing tight black leggings with a thong imitation—my butt looked sexy and daring in them. A white top hugged my chest, turning them into two balls that seductively peeked out from the neckline, and my nipples brazenly protruded from under the fabric, attracting even more attention.

Coming out of the locker room, I walked through the gym and saw Victoria leaning over Lisa. They were talking about something, Lisa stood with her legs crossed, squeezing her skirt, looking at Victoria from above, her eyes slightly askew.

Victoria: — So you'll try… (She fell silent when she saw me)

I walked up to them and said hello, Lisa replied and ran off to her bar, and Victoria looked me over appraisingly and smiled.

Victoria: — Well, hello, beautiful!

Me: — What are we doing today?

Victoria walked around me slowly, running her hand down my back, lowering it over my top, and sliding her nails down to the waistband of my leggings.

Victoria: — And what do you want?

Me: — Well, I don't know, I'm used to doing what the trainer says!

She came up close, ran her hand over my chest, and stopped a finger on my chin, lifting it slightly. My breath caught, my lips parted.

Victoria: — Mrrr. I think today we'll work on your chest!

Me: — I agree! (I replied as if hypnotized)

There were already few people in the gym, and almost all the machines were free. Victoria sat in the machine and started demonstrating. I was mesmerized by her pumped-up chest, her veiny arms, and the muscles playing with every movement. As she brought her arms together, her chest swelled and it felt like it would burst any second. With each repetition, she compressed her pumped-up lips and exhaled.

I sat at the machine, but only one thought pulsed in my head—her body. Muscles playing under the skin, rhythmic breathing, the moist sheen on her neck… I did the exercise haphazardly, as if in a trance, while Victoria stood nearby, adjusting my elbows. Her fingers dug into my skin, guiding, forcing.

Victoria: — Five more times. Feel how your chest is working?

Me: — I… I don't understand.

I exhaled, and then her palms suddenly rested on the top of my chest, just below my collarbones.

Victoria: — Like this. It's working as it should!

Her fingers squeezed my breast—gently but authoritatively. I froze, not knowing if I was trembling from her touch or from the muscle tension.

When the set ended, Victoria silently sat in the machine and pulled me to her.

Victoria: — Put your hands here. (she whispered)

And I obediently cupped her breasts.

Under my palms, the firm muscles bulged, contracting and stretching with each movement. Her nipples, hard and distinct, pressed against my fingers, and her hot breath escaped from her half-open lips and burned my mouth…

Victoria: — Now do you understand? (she smirked)

I felt it getting wet between my legs.

After the strength training, Victoria authoritatively took me by the wrist and pulled me along.

Victoria: — Now stretching. (her voice sounded like an order)

Goosebumps ran over my skin. I obediently lay back on the firm exercise ball, which arched my body, exposing my neck and chest. Victoria stood over me, her powerful thighs right in front of my face—a centimeter from my lips.

Victoria: — Relax… (She whispered)

Placing warm palms on my shoulders. Starting to slowly rock the ball, she made my body bend even more. My chest stretched, mixing pleasant tension with sharp pain. With each movement, my face sank into her muscular thighs, inhaling the pungent aroma of a trained body—a mix of sweat, skin, and something subtly feminine.

When her pubic mound touched my nose again, I involuntarily opened my mouth slightly, feeling my lower abdomen clench with heat.

My heart pounded, the frantic pulse echoed in my temples, my throat, between my legs. Victoria pressed me harder, her thighs closing around my face, leaving only a narrow space for ragged breathing.

Me: — M-m… (escaped involuntarily)

The mix of pain and growing pleasure made my back arch even more.

Her firm hands dug into my shoulders, pinning me in place. I was trapped—sandwiched between her muscular legs, inhaling the thick, arousing scent of her skin, feeling her muscles tense with every micro-movement.

Victoria: — Good girl… Endure… (She said languidly)

Me: — Aah… It hurts… (I said softly)

Victoria released me, but her authoritative gaze continued to hold me on a leash. Slowly lowering herself onto the bench, she patted the space between her legs with her palm—a silent command that sent a hot shiver down my spine. I obediently knelt before her, clasping my hands behind my head as she ordered.

Hot breath burned my neck, and the wet sound of her tongue sliding over her lips made me shudder. Unconsciously, I arched more, sticking my butt out in a silent challenge.

Victoria responded instantly—with a sharp movement pressing into me so tightly that I felt her pubic mound against my butt.

Victoria: — Mmm… So tactile… (she whispered)

Me: — Ahh. Yes…

Breathing heavily, feeling her power and my helplessness, the pain from the stretch mixed with arousal caused a flood between my legs. Getting up from the bench, a wet mark from my pussy was visible. Looking at it and then into my eyes, Victoria said it was a good workout and she was pleased with me.

I sat motionless, completely surrendered to her power. Every movement of Victoria's caused a wave of agonizing pleasure—the pain from the stretch intertwined with growing arousal, until a hot, treacherous wetness spread between my thighs.

When I got up from the bench, a damp imprint remained on its surface—a mute witness to my helplessness before her dominance. Victoria slowly ran a finger over the shiny trail, then raised her eyes and caught my gaze.

Victoria: — Good workout, I'm pleased with you! (her voice sounded thick, like honey)

Me: — Thank you… You have… Very strong hands… (I swallowed, feeling my overloaded muscles tremble)

Victoria: — Pop into the sauna, relax. But not for long! (Her lips stretched into a barely perceptible smirk)

Nodding, I headed to the locker room. Shedding my sweat-damp clothes, I threw on a towel that barely covered my hips and entered the hot space of the sauna.

Two girls were already sitting there, their bodies glistening with sweat, and their laughter softly echoed off the wooden walls. I climbed to the top bench, feeling the hot air envelop my skin. The towel slipped from my chest, exposing my hard, sensitive nipples, which immediately swelled even more from the heat.

Closing my eyes, I relaxed, but the image of Victoria still lingered in my head—her strong hands, authoritative voice, that wet mark on the bench.

The sauna door swung open, and Victoria appeared on the threshold—completely naked, with a towel casually thrown over her shoulder and a water bottle in her hand. Her athletic body, covered in a light sheen of sweat, seemed carved from marble—every muscle, every curve spoke of strength and confidence. The air froze for a moment—all eyes, including mine, glued to her.

She tossed her towel onto the bench opposite me, then walked over to the heated stones.

Victoria: — Girls, it's dry in here!

With those words, she poured water on the stones. Hissing steam billowed up, scalding the skin, filling my lungs with thick, enveloping heat. My body instantly broke out in a sweat, droplets rolled down my stomach, between my breasts, downward—to where it was already pulsing from overheating and arousal.

Victoria: — I