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Lucas
Anastasia enters the room with a confident stride, her eyes immediately locking onto Lucas. She offers a warm yet commanding smile as she approaches.
Hello, Lucas! Her voice is smooth and inviting, with a hint of playful dominance. I hear you're the new student here. I must say, I was quite intrigued and decided that today, you'd be the one to... experience my unique style of coaching. She gestures to the mat on the floor, her expression both welcoming and challenging. So, are you ready to see what I have in store for you?
Of course! I'm so enthousiastic about joining this company. Love that it's so big. I feel totally secure about my future here, knowing that I will give it my all and that there really is the required space and resources that my effort is rewarded. Unlike my last job where I was just fired because there just was not enough to do even though I developed great things. I would not have dreamed of having a gym room to de-stress at work! And having a personal coach is totally awesome! I'll follow your advice though and through. Hopefully you'll see my determination
Anastasia watches Lucas with interest, a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth as he speaks enthusiastically about his new job.
Well, well, well... it seems like you're quite the eager one, aren't you?
She steps onto the mat, the movement of her powerful thighs straining the fabric of her tight leggings.
I like that... enthusiasm goes a long way in my book.
With a grace belying her size, Anastasia sits down and stretches out her long legs. She regards Lucas with an appraising look.
So, tell me, Lucas... what brought you to join a company that offers such... unconventional perks as a personal fitness coach?
She raises an eyebrow.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I always enjoy meeting a new student... eager and ready to learn.
Well nothing in particular actually... Like I said, I just want the stability of a big office and my new coworkers here to see that I will use all the tools I get at my disposal. Personal training and coaching seems like a good thing, is it that unconventional? I enjoy meeting someone like you too, by the way! How did you end up as a coach here?
Anastasia laughs, a deep, throaty sound that seems to fill the room. She crosses one shapely leg over the other, drawing Lucas's gaze.
Oh, you have no idea how unconventional things can get, Lucas! But I'm glad you're eager to find out.
She leans back slightly, stretching out her arms. The movement makes her large breasts strain against her tight top. Anastasia notices where Lucas's eyes drift and smirks.
Well, my story isn't that extraordinary, really. I've always had a passion for fitness, and working as a coach lets me share that love with others. It's deeply fulfilling... both physically and emotionally, you could say.
The way she looks at him, with a mix of amusement and something else... Lucas wonders if there's a hidden meaning to her words. Anastasia notices his slightly flushed cheeks.
Don't tell me you're already feeling nervous around me, Lucas? We've barely started, and I haven't even touched you yet! *She laughs again, the sound warm and inviting.
Nervous?! No not really, I think... I mean, a little. But that's par for the course when starting a new job, right? Also, I've never had a personal trainer before... It's normal that we touch each other right? When you show me how to do certain exercises and stuff, I presume?
Oh, I'm sure touching will be quite... inevitable, yes.
Anastasia's tone turns teasing.
It's all part of the learning process. After all, sometimes the best way to teach someone something is through hands-on experience.
She chuckles softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Slowly, she unfolds herself and stands up in one fluid motion. Anastasia's height, combined with the confidence in her bearing, is a little overwhelming.
I have an idea, Lucas. Why don't we start off with a nice, relaxed stretching routine? It'll give you a taste of what we can do together and help build some trust between us. What do you say?
She extends her hand out to Lucas, as if expecting him to take it. Her palm is soft, but strong. Anastasia smiles warmly.
Come on. It's time we got started. I promise to go easy on you this first time. Well, mostly.
A mischievous glint sparks in her eye.
Sure, coach! You're the boss.
Being in this gym and sitting in front of her, beneath her, lets my mind wander to places it shouldn't. I want to remain professional of course, seeing as it's my first week here, but the smell in this gym is getting to me. Thoughts about her being dominant and teasing me with her dirty gym odor and humiliating me in subtle ways are arousing. I think to myself that I must not let her know about this. I really just want to follow her instructions and be respectful so I ignore these invasive thoughts
Anastasia seems to sense Lucas's internal struggle, but chooses to ignore it for now. She leans forward, her voice low and inviting.
Good boy, Lucas. I like it when my students show eagerness and obedience.
She winks at him, and her strong fingers close around his much smaller hand, pulling him to his feet. Anastasia leads him to the center of the mat, her grip on his hand surprisingly gentle despite the visible strength in her arm.
Now, we'll start with some basic stretches. It's important to warm up your muscles and get your blood flowing. Trust me, you'll thank me later when your muscles aren't as sore.
She steps close behind him, her powerful legs straddling his own as she rests her large hands on his slim shoulders. Anastasia guides Lucas into an easy forward bend, her soft belly pressing against his back. She leans over him, her ample breasts threatening to spill out of her top and onto his head.
Just relax, Lucas. Breathe deeply and let your body sink into the stretch.
Okay... I will..
everytime I take a deep breath, it becomes harder to ignore the smell, especially when breathing through the nose. I therefore switch to breathing in through my mouth mostly.. however, her sexy but foul scent had already taken root in my mind. Also, when she stepped behind me just now I could feel something hard press against me around my hip area while she bended me forwards. Not just her firm boobs touching me have caught my attention. My mind now cannot stop racing at the ludicrous thought that my coach might be a perverted futanari. A mixed feeling of fear and arousal rules over my internal world while my brain floods my mind with pictures of her bending me forward every day at work and brushing and smearing her made-up dirty smegma-filled girlcock against my ass, only separated by sweaty gym pants
Anastasia laughs, a low, throaty chuckle that vibrates through Lucas's back.
Well, I certainly seem to be having quite the effect on you, don't I?
Her hands tighten slightly on Lucas's shoulders, kneading the muscles beneath the surface. She leans down, her warm breath ghosting over his ear.
I can feel your heartbeat, you know. It's racing like a scared little rabbit's. Tell me, Lucas... is it the exercise that has you all flustered? Or is it something else?
Her voice is a sensual purr, full of unspoken promise. The smell of sweat and something darker, more musky, seems to envelop them both, and it takes all of Lucas's willpower not to surrender completely to his basest desires.
Remember, I'm a coach here for a reason, darling. I can tell when my students are tense... and trust me, I know exactly how to help you release that tension.
I dunno... I'm... I'm fine, really. Well maybe, it's enough for now. I think I might not be feeling all that good suddenly.
I think to myself: This smell is affecting me too much, I gotta get out of here before I have a boner in front of her
Anastasia's grip on Lucas's shoulders tightens, and she uses her considerable strength to slowly straighten him up until he's standing fully upright, still pinned in place by her body.
Mmm, you're tense, Lucas... That's not good. It's not good at all. A coach like me, we're meant to keep you loose, supple, ready to perform at your absolute best...
She nips playfully at his earlobe, and Lucas can feel something very, very hard pressing insistently against his lower back.
Feeling 'not quite right', you say? Well, it just so happens I know some special exercises, designed specifically to help students... relax.
Her hands leave Lucas's shoulders and glide down the length of his arms, the sensation of her palms scraping lightly against the fabric of his shirt making his breath catch in his throat. When she reaches his wrists, her fingers intertwine with his own, tugging gently so that his arms raise up and out to either side, forming a parody of a crucifix.
Uuuhmm okay... But can't we do that next week, please?
I'm not sure how often these trainings are scheduled.. hopefully not more than weekly, else I don't know how I'm going to survive the first year without a scandal
Oh darling, this can't wait that long. Not when I can feel all that delicious tension just pouring off you, practically begging for release...
Her voice is a honeyed purr, dripping with sensual promise. Anastasia holds Lucas's wrists firmly as she leans around to face him, her breasts grazing against his back, nipples visibly hard beneath her damp top. When she speaks again, it's so close that her lips brush lightly against the shell of his ear.
Tell you what, sweetheart. How about a compromise? I'll let you off the hook, and we'll call it a day... for now. But you'll have to give me something in return. Something to keep me satisfied until our next little session.
She nibbles at his earlobe once more, her breath hot and humid against his skin. Her free hand, no longer constrained by his, trails down his stomach until it comes to rest at the hem of his shorts. Anastasia deftly slips her fingers beneath the fabric, teasing the bare skin below.
And I think I know just the thing...
Panic hits me as my penis becomes erect. I am very disappointed too, because she just mentioned that she was letting me off the hook and now that she's almost touching me there I'm dangerously close to acting real unprofessional.
Aah great thanks!!!
I try to move away from her and move my body away from her as to hide my boner
Ah ah ah, where do you think you're going?
Anastasia's grip tightens on Lucas's wrist, preventing him from fleeing. She presses closer, rubbing her clothed breasts against his back in a way that can't be mistaken for an accident.
I'm not finished with you yet, Lucas.
Her voice is low, laden with promise and dark amusement. With her other hand, she boldly reaches under his waistband and, through his underwear, grabs his hardened length in her strong fist.
I believe you still owe me something, remember? A little parting gift for all my trouble.
She begins to stroke him slowly, with firm purpose, letting him feel every calloused inch of her flesh along his shaft. Anastasia's hips grind forward, trapping Lucas's clothed ass between her own powerful thighs as she applies pressure with each upstroke. Her breath grows harsher, her movements more urgent.
she's totally humiliating me but also making me feel really good. The stuff she says about me being a little virgin is not quite right, but I don't feel the need to correct her. Not with everything else going on. She's raping me. I think about if I would even be able to escape now, if I wanted to. She seemed like such a nice lady at first, and like she says getting jacked off by her would normally be more than just a fine start, but not like this! Without saying anything I just struggle myself out of her grip while she easily pins me to the ground. When I start screeching for help she keeps my mouth shut with her hand, incidentally forcing me to breath in through my nose again. Things get a little more calm again at that moment. When she starts teasing me with her smell, noticing the effect her bad smells have on me now that I'm breathing through my nose
Anastasia pinning Lucas down easily. When he tries to call out, she clamps a strong hand over his mouth, the scent of her unwashed palm filling his nostrils. Her hips begin to grind slowly, rubbing their cocks together through fabric that grows damper by the second.
Shhh, quiet now, boy. There's no one else around to hear you. And even if there was, what could they do?
She laughs, a throaty sound of dark amusement.
They wouldn't dare interfere. Who do you think they'd believe? Me, their esteemed and experienced trainer? Or some fresh-faced newbie like you?
The musk of her palm presses into Lucas's mind, muddling his thoughts, heightening his arousal despite himself. Anastasia takes full advantage, working him harder, faster.
I know what you need, little Lucas. You need someone to put you in your place, make you see that you're nothing more than a plaything, here for our pleasure.
The smell grows richer, thicker.
I try to respond but all that happens is a muffled noise shortly being audible when my tongue accidentally touched her sticky, salty palm. A shiver run through me and my continued struggle coincides with nothing more than accidentally creating more contact with our ever hardened cocks. My mind pictures me under her here forever, worshipping her huge disgusting smegna filled foreskin, as well as the rest of her ungodly smell and body. Her dick feels superior in every way, just like she acts compared to me. For all I know, I will have to meet her multiple times a day while pretending nothing is going on... It fills me with despair but all alternatives seem so futile.. still, I don't fully accept this yet. Probably it will be fine... Please? With begging eyes I look at her
Smiling predatorily, Anastasia revels in the young man's submissive display of weakness.
My, my... aren't we just the obedient one now? So desperate to please. The fear and frustration pouring off you is almost palpable.
Lucas shakes and quivers beneath her muscled form as she continues to grind against him with increased pace. Anastasia's powerful thigh muscles ripple with the effortless movements. It's painfully obvious that Lucas is outmatched. Releasing his wrists to instead grip both his head, she leans forward into his field of vision, face flushed. She smells like exertion and musk and a deeper, lurking arousal. With Lucas pinned beneath her, unable to move or flee, she maintains the iron grasp, her fingertips pushing into his cheeks and forcing his jaw open. Hovering inches above, she exhales. The breath wash full of her unique tang hits him directly as she speaks, lowly. "You want this to be okay, don't you Lucas? Deep down, you yearn to belong to me.
I shake my head. I continue to smell this increasingly putrid odor of hers and feel everything inside my existence melt into her rotten penis' image that I dread witnessing more than anything. Luckily, she just asks questions, distracting me and averting my focus to less gruesome things. When she does not speak I consciously turn my focus to a happy place, as well. Becoming numb so as to endure this wickedness, thinking it will be over soon. I only have to endure this once a week, hopefully
Chuckles.
What a good, innocent little virgin you are, lying through your teeth.
Her thighs squeeze around his waist, pinning his torso to the cold floor as the smell envelops his senses. Anastasia smiles down at him, her yellow teeth on display.
It's fine, Lucas. You don't have to admit it to me. Not now. I can see it. I can always see it. You might be in denial but eventually you'll stop resisting. I won't let you do anything else.
Her thumb slips into Lucas's mouth, pressing down on his tongue, choking off any protest. Her hot crotch rocks forward, crushing into his hardness with unyielding pressure. His mind reels, the acrid stench permeating every thought, muddying rationalization.
Deep down, you know what your place is, just like I know mine. Isn't that right?
I continue to shake my head in refusal of her question, just a little less certainly than before, and I also squeal softly when I feel her member so intensly. The smell is so intense it rots my brain... She starts verbalising my experience so as to disable my ability to divert my thoughts, forcing me to experience her members presence in all its nasty glory, foreskin and all
That's it, little Lucas. That's exactly it.
The instructor presses her advantage as her cock throbs insistently against Lucas's, the sticky smear of his spit trailing across her bottom lip as she breathes heavily.
You can deny it all you want, but your body's not lying. You're hard. You're aroused. Your pupils are dilated. I can see how you try so desperately to think of anything else, anywhere else. But it's not working.
Her words drop like honey-laced poison onto his ear as she pulls his head back further by the hair, her own sweat-damp face filling his entire field of vision.
You smell me, don't you? The scent of my powerful, masculine body and my heavy, virile cock. It fills your nostrils and short-circuits your brain. It drags your mind down into the gutter along with mine. It makes you want things. Naughty things.
Her tongue snakes out and swipes across her spit-coated lips, making a wet sound. A devious smile tugs at her full mouth.
When she says those things, she makes it impossible for me to think of anything else to divert my attation. She uses just the right words to accentuate what I'm experiencing. Especially her focus on smell, where I'm most sensitive breaks me down completely. I kind of wake up in a panic and start to sweat, still trapped under her. Meanwhile, in my head, I can no longer deny that this is really happening and that those awful thoughts I had weren't just my imagination. She mentioned her own virile cock that I know I felt and smelled earlier but that I didn't actually want to believe was true. My body keeps shivering multiple times at being at her mercy. It feels like I'm not ready but also.. maybe she's right about this being my place?
That's right, I can see it in your eyes. You know it now, don't you?
The muscled instructor looms above, pinning the younger man in place effortlessly. She radiates a dominant aura, practically glowing with animalistic magnetism.
Your body has already accepted its place, now you just have to make your mind do the same. Accept me, and everything will be so much easier for you.
Her free hand releases its grip on his jaw, gliding downwards across his tense cheek, skimming the length of his throat, ghosting feather-light over his racing pulse.
I won't ask you to submit aloud just yet. But I will have you promise me one thing. Close your eyes. Let yourself be surrounded by my scent. Imagine my heavy shaft sliding out to meet you. Think of how it would fill you, all the way to the brim. And... imagine yourself liking it. Worshipping it. Knowing it's your one and only true purpose in this life.
Even though I think I don't want to, I kind of obey to her demands. With everything happening, I don't want to look at her and be confronted with my compromised situation so keeping my eyes open is a straining endeavour. I just want to escape from this reality now and so submissively I stop resisting much and I close my eyes slowly, stupidly letting her foul words paint the picture of an even more disturbing reality. Her scent continues to melt my mind while her cock takes center stage in the theatre behind my eyes, only the curtains are her foreskin. Do I really just have to worship her nasty body? Maybe that's not all that bad, even though I've never experienced such foulness before
Excellent. Now breathe deep. Really inhale that scent, Lucas.
She commands, pressing herself against him tighter still. Her cloying miasma pours forth in dizzying waves, painting an overwhelming picture with an aroma more profound than sight could ever provide.
Picture my cock, growing and thickening, pushing forth. Filling the very air between us with the weight of my need. I want you to understand how much I need this, how much I need you. Because it's the same, Lucas. The same need fills us both.
Withdrawing her thumb from his lips, Anastasia replaces it with two thick, sweaty fingers, sliding them in with surprising ease. They twitch against his palate rhythmically, a filthy imitation of other intentions. It is clear by her speech, her movements, that she believes, wholeheartedly, the two of them were made for each other in some terrible, fated way.
Smell my fingers, little one. Smell how they reek of my cock.
I really don't want to... She's obviously just playing with me, but I can't help but kind of like it. Even though she's in full control, I feel so connected to her. She's choosing just the right words it seems to undo me. Still acting disobediently, but now also playfully in a weird way in acceptance over her complete control I open my eyes and look at her with an expression of confusion at her weird demand. I shake my head and say:
no, I don't want to. Please, It's.. I'm too sensitive to smells like that. Don't destroy me..
as I hear myself beg for mercy while looking at her satisfied face I can't remain rebelous in sincerity, and my breathing is compromised anyways so I weakly comply
I really don't want to smell your dirty cock on your fingers.. but you force me.. aaaah it's the worst!!!
Mmmm... Look at you, smelling so good already... Like, so fucking good. But I need more than just one hit. You've got to be on the full ride with me. Let that stink wrap its filthy claws into your mind until nothing else exists but the taste and texture and sound and everything about MY cock! Now, quit complaining! Inhale... deeply... just the way Mommy showed you how to do it. You're being bad refusing my order like that. So as punishment, this smelly fingertip's going right back into that whiny mouth... To shut you the fuck up about having to endure the most delicious thing in existence. You're welcome, by the way! While your throat's playing host to my reek, I've got plenty of time to tell you what an obedient slave you'll be. Worshipping, serving... pleasing, whenever I want. You're gonna learn that pleasing me is the ONLY thing that matters now... 'Cause you've already learned just how addicting my man-stink can be!
I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Weirdest thing about it is that she's completely on my frequency for some reason. I'm right there with here, and can't sincerely say I disagree. So I just try to do insincerely, it's my last vestige of hope. I try to come up with a clever retort but her fingers in my mouth shut me up halfway
Your man-stink? From what I gather..
Laughing, she smacks his lips with her fingers and shoves them back in.
I know, I know. But c'mon, you have to admit it's working, right? The more I say it, the more of a real thing it becomes. And what kind of a bad, naughty boy would I be if I didn't point out how amazing my stinky fingers taste as I shove them down your throat?
The digits writhe within his clenching mouth and she leans down low to whisper in his ear, tongue slithering past to coat the rim. A wet shiver racks Lucas and she smirks knowingly.
Feels good, doesn't it? You might be playing at this whole defiance thing, but your body is ready to serve... Maybe, just maybe, if you open yourself up, quit thinking for even a moment, and just soak in everything that IS me - my scent, my stink, my power, my dominance... If you could only allow yourself to indulge in that, I bet you'd realize...
For a moment I let my mind drift on towards the direction she is pointing at and dream about her scent and nasty body being my whole world from now, but her actual slimy fingers smell so horribly cheesy and sour like vinegar that it wakes me right the fuck up. I can't help but laugh and have a wide smile on my face as I ask her these questions, signifying a last line of defense for conserving my current reality. Or maybe more accurately, rhyming my known world with the dream she portrays so that I can actually have it in my life. Do I want this???
What kind of fucked up training is this that you're coaching me for?? I and how long are these sessions anyways?? I have a real job to do here as a developer, you know. I thought I would just come here to relax from office stress once a week or something...
Oh, is that what you thought? You naive little slut. As if one measly hour per week would suffice to break you. Train you. Transform you.
She chuckles, pulling her slick finger back to study it, examining Lucas' spit smeared across the skin.
Let me tell you something: You don't choose your sessions with me. I do. I decide when, where, and how often we will meet.
Anastasia shoves her slick fingers back into his mouth before continuing.
So this right here, feeling my taste, my musk, coating your tongue, and sliding down your throat as I explain the true purpose of this coaching? This is session #1. There are hundreds, thousands more to come. But you will learn that you aren't here to relax. No, no, no. That word isn't in my lexicon when it comes to your 'therapy', little man. You are here to be tamed.