"It's just not working!" T fumed to her friend Sarah. "I've been working out at the gym for six weeks and I haven't lost an inch !"
Sarah giggled at her friend and said "Knowing the way you work out I'm not surprised! You barely break a sweat and you never push yourself !"
T glared at her friend who didn't have an ounce of extra fat and never had to work out. She dearly wanted to lose a couple of inches around her waist and trim down her buns and hips which she thought were way too large. The 30 something brunette at times had a low regard for her looks, when in fact she was a very cute woman even though she had some extra pounds and extremely sensitive alabaster white skin.
"I've got a solution for you!" Sarah said as she handed T a business card. "A personal trainer – A german – and I've set up an appointment for you tonight at 8. The last appointment of the day..." Sarah said slyly with a wicked grin that T didn't see.
Throughout the rest of the day all T could think about was some buff female Valkyrie who would wear her down until she couldn't even move! Imagine her surprise when she entered the almost dark gym and was met by a handsome man in his 40's with blond hair, a flat top crew cut and some dauntingly piercing ice blue eyes.
"Ah! Goot! Mine name is Hans" he said as he shook her hand. "Time for vork !" and he handed her a shimmery blue body suit and pointed her to a locker room.
With apprehension, T shed her clothes and slid the filmy fabric of the nylon suit over her nearly naked body. The suit had velcro fasteners at the shoulder straps, down the side, and along the crotch which she found quite odd. The feeling of the silky fabric against her bare breasts made her gasp with delight however, as it rubbed enticingly against her nipples. Other than the body suit, the only other items she wore were her tennis shoes and white socks. Self conscious that the tight skimpy suit revealed too much of her soft sensitive skin and showed way too much of the firm fleshy mounds of her ample buns, she meekly jiggled her way from the locker room out into the gym.
"Ah goot! Now ve make you sveat, Ja ?" Hans said as he led her towards what appeared to be a leather padded bench. "Iss mine own invention" he explained, "... it can be controlled manually or vith resistance from onboard motors. It articulates in ze middle and make you vork that girlie tummy of yours, Ja ?"
Hans had her sit on the bench and lay down on her back as he pointed towards a padded grip at the top. "Grab ze bar for support und slowly arch your back." T did so and the machine freely bent in a 'V' shape, forcing her tummy very high up into the air. "Und now pull up until your knees almost touch your chin".
T tried but her stomach muscles were far too weak to pull the machine back up. Even kicking and flailing her legs failed to make the machine budge from it's upside down V shape.
"You need to pull with your tummy muscles!" Hans scolded as he spread a broad hand across T's tender stomach and pressed down with his fingers.
"NEEEEHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!" T squealed as she let go of the bar to protect her stomach and nearly fell off of the bench. "NOOOOHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!" she laughed uncontrollably.
"Got in himmel !" Hans exclaimed as T tried unsuccessfully to curl into a fetal position. She was ticklish most everywhere but her stomach was one of her most sensitive spots.
"Heheheeeeeee...." she giggled, "...sorrreeeeheheheeeee.. TICKLISH!" she gasped.
"Ach! This vill never do! You vill fall off like that! You must hold on to ze bar and pull yourself up!"
Despite numerous attempts, each time Hans moved his hand towards her, T started giggling helplessly and just could not hold on to the bar.
"I haff remedy for you Ms. Giggly-girlie" Hans said as he moved to the front of the machine. Raising her arms above her head (which set her to giggling all over again) Hans strapped her wrists in fleece lined leather cuffs and bound them quite firmly to the bar.
"Whaaa ? Heheheheeeeeee" T asked.
"Now you keep hands vere they need to be!" He scolded and waggled a finger towards her exposed underarms.
T bit her lip to hide the giggling as she fearfully moved her underarms away from his wiggling finger. Try as she might, she still couldn't pull the machine back upright. Each time she strained and flailed her legs she would burst into another giggling fit making her tummy muscles flacid with her laughter.
"Nein, nein, NEIN!" Hans said forcefully. "You vaste my time mitt your giggles!"
Moving to the other end of the machine he grabbed T's right ankle and bound it firmly to the corner, then did the same to her right leaving her legs spread quite widely apart!
"Now you pull, Ja!" he said, though not as forecfully as before. T didn't see the wicked gleam in his ice blue eyes as he beheld the now helpless brunette strapped firmly to his exercise machine.
Still, she couldn't move the machine and lay there panting with her soft tummy stuck high into the air.
Hans buried his face in his hands. "You tell me vhy you come here Missy" he asked. "You cute fraulein.. no need for body-builder hard-body, nein ?"
T giggled and explained that she wanted to trim down her tummy, thighs and hips and added that her butt was way too big. Hans merely nodded. Blushing furiously, T began to spout forth every little thing that she thought was wrong with her body, ending with "... and my feet are too big!"
Hans eyes widened at this last and T once again missed the evil leer behind those blue eyes. "Von vay or other ve make you sweat, Ja?" he said cryptically and moved down towards her tennis shoes. Slowly he began untying the laces.
"Whaaa??? What are you.... doing?" T asked fretfully, trying to wiggle her bound ankle away.
"Hans doesn't think your feet are too big, nein? Ve find out, Ja ?" he said as a noticeable bulge began to show beneath his short gym shorts.
"No.... I mean.... heheheheeeeeee.... don't" T pleaded as Hans pulled off her right sneaker and started rolling her white sock off over her round heel. Her feet were long with narrow toes but had very high arches, and once bare, Hans could see how very pink and how obviously soft her feet really were.
"See, not so big I think" he said as he slowly traced a soft fingertip from her heel to her toes.
"EEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!" T screamed as she violently tried to wriggle her foot away from his tickling finger !
"Ach !!! Now maybe ve get you to sveat for Hans!" he teased as he pulled off her other sneaker and tossed away her sock. With both feet captive before him he slowly danced his fingers up and down T's very tender bare soles!
"NAAAAAHAHAHAHAAEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" she screamed helplessly, fitfully wriggling on the table but unable to escape his tickling nor his teasing!
"KOOOTCHIE KOOTCHIE !!! Ms. Giggly-girlie!"
T was nearly breathless with laughter and it didn't help that her bouncing around on the table was rubbing her small firm breasts against the fabric of her suit. The handsome german couldn't know that being held helpless and having her super soft skin teased and tickled fanned the flames of the brunette's carefully hidden libido. But he did notice the perky nubbins poking against the sheer fabric.
Giving her a chance to breathe, he leaned over the still laughing and wheezing woman until he was quite near her face.
Heart pounding in her chest, T was nearly swooning with the spicy aroma that came from his body as he towered over her.
Placing a single finger on her wide smiling lips, he whispered in her ear "Ja, now Hans teach you some motivation. You try to pull yourself up, and if you fail, Hans tickle you until you learn, Ja?" he said as he kissed her briefly.
Body shivering with erotic delight at his nearness and intimacy, the bound brunette didn't try very hard to pull at the resisting machine; she just couldn't stop giggling knowing that he would be tickling her very helpless body.
With a flick of his finger, Hans plucked open the right shoulder strap of T's suit and danced his soft fingertips around and around her very vulnerable underarm!
In helpless laughter, T could only wiggle feebly on the bench as each burst made her shake her firm boobs and rub her already hard nipples against the silky fabric. He couldn't know what his tender touches were doing to her sex starved body.
Over the next 20 minutes, he had pulled open the velcro on the right side of T's suit and his fingers had worked their way up and down her soft ribs and bare sides and across her now exposed right hip. Even her bouncing buns failed to escape his touch as he tickled her into a very helpless and barely breathing brunette. The fires he was igniting was making her pussy more than moist until her puffy lips too were rubbing delightfully against the silky fabric between her thighs.
Hans leaned in to kiss the breathless brunette and whispered in her ear. "Liebchen is sveating now for Hans, Ja?" he teased. "Maybe Hans haff machine help you some!"
Plucking away her other shoulder strap, he thumbed a remote control and the bench began to tilt upward! Still bent backwards, T could only gasp helplessly as her forward thrust hips were now nearly perpendicular to the floor.
Mad erotic thoughts raced through her mind as she feared her boobs would spill out of her barely attached suit. She was so caught up in her own unstoppable emotions that she didn't notice the incredibly large bulge that protruded from Hans' shorts.
Grasping a feather, he danced it slowly around her shoulders and underarms which set her to squealing once more! Her violent wriggling made the suit slide down, exposing her upper body and her firm bouncing breasts whose hard nipples begged for the german's attention!
And attend them he did! Swirling his feather around and around her throbbing nipples had T squealing with delight and ecstasy as she lewdly pounded her hips as much as her bondage would allow. The smoldering pot that simmered between her thighs was now boiling over with a searing intensity that had her wanting to beg – if only she could stop laughing and moaning so uncontrollably!
With a quick flick of his wrist, Hans plucked away T's suit – leaving her body lewdly spread and quite nudely inviting. His blue eyes lustfully beheld her nearly bald mound with just a little tuft of curly fur atop an all too obviously hard clit.
T gasped, moaned and giggled fitfully as Hans blew her a kiss and pointed the very tip of his feather towards her completely exposed and very moist pussy! Slowly he dragged the tip of the feather up and down her puffy lips until she was squealing with delight and moaning pitifully at his nefarious torture! She had to have some relief or she would explode! Never before had someone pushed her past her shy demeanor and exposed the sexual animal that lay within. He torturously teased her too ticklish nubbin until she was crying freely and grunting in a crazed, lewd manner. Through her tears she saw that he had shed his shorts and beheld the erotic beauty of his very hard manhood.
So near to her that she thrust forward as far as she could despite the feathers torture of her very ticklish pussy – she had to have that deliciously hard cock deep within her or she would surely die !
Slowly, Hans placed the tip between her puffy moist lips and once again keyed the remote to the machine! Sliding slowly forward, the machine forced T onto his rock hard shaft – inch by delicious inch – until he was buried very deep within her!
Fearing she would surely die from such bliss, T had no idea how wicked Hans' machine really was! Trapped and helplessly spread eagled, she could only squeal with delight as the machine began to rock back and forth, slowly pistoning her on the german's huge penis!
A volcanic explosion of an orgasm siezed her body and guttural screams of joy ripped from her throat as again and again she was pummeled back and forth! Mewling and whimpering, her orgasm finally began to subside when Hans keyed the remote again and the machine began to pick up speed!
Totally trapped on a leather padded orgasmatron, T's raging libido fanned to life once more and she abandoned all sanity as she was so completely ravaged by Hans and his machine! Never before had she experienced such ecstasy nor erotic torture as a second brutal orgasm dominated her very existence !
.... and then Hans keyed the remote yet again......
Sarah giggled at her friend and said "Knowing the way you work out I'm not surprised! You barely break a sweat and you never push yourself !"
T glared at her friend who didn't have an ounce of extra fat and never had to work out. She dearly wanted to lose a couple of inches around her waist and trim down her buns and hips which she thought were way too large. The 30 something brunette at times had a low regard for her looks, when in fact she was a very cute woman even though she had some extra pounds and extremely sensitive alabaster white skin.
"I've got a solution for you!" Sarah said as she handed T a business card. "A personal trainer – A german – and I've set up an appointment for you tonight at 8. The last appointment of the day..." Sarah said slyly with a wicked grin that T didn't see.
Throughout the rest of the day all T could think about was some buff female Valkyrie who would wear her down until she couldn't even move! Imagine her surprise when she entered the almost dark gym and was met by a handsome man in his 40's with blond hair, a flat top crew cut and some dauntingly piercing ice blue eyes.
"Ah! Goot! Mine name is Hans" he said as he shook her hand. "Time for vork !" and he handed her a shimmery blue body suit and pointed her to a locker room.
With apprehension, T shed her clothes and slid the filmy fabric of the nylon suit over her nearly naked body. The suit had velcro fasteners at the shoulder straps, down the side, and along the crotch which she found quite odd. The feeling of the silky fabric against her bare breasts made her gasp with delight however, as it rubbed enticingly against her nipples. Other than the body suit, the only other items she wore were her tennis shoes and white socks. Self conscious that the tight skimpy suit revealed too much of her soft sensitive skin and showed way too much of the firm fleshy mounds of her ample buns, she meekly jiggled her way from the locker room out into the gym.
"Ah goot! Now ve make you sveat, Ja ?" Hans said as he led her towards what appeared to be a leather padded bench. "Iss mine own invention" he explained, "... it can be controlled manually or vith resistance from onboard motors. It articulates in ze middle and make you vork that girlie tummy of yours, Ja ?"
Hans had her sit on the bench and lay down on her back as he pointed towards a padded grip at the top. "Grab ze bar for support und slowly arch your back." T did so and the machine freely bent in a 'V' shape, forcing her tummy very high up into the air. "Und now pull up until your knees almost touch your chin".
T tried but her stomach muscles were far too weak to pull the machine back up. Even kicking and flailing her legs failed to make the machine budge from it's upside down V shape.
"You need to pull with your tummy muscles!" Hans scolded as he spread a broad hand across T's tender stomach and pressed down with his fingers.
"NEEEEHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!" T squealed as she let go of the bar to protect her stomach and nearly fell off of the bench. "NOOOOHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!" she laughed uncontrollably.
"Got in himmel !" Hans exclaimed as T tried unsuccessfully to curl into a fetal position. She was ticklish most everywhere but her stomach was one of her most sensitive spots.
"Heheheeeeeee...." she giggled, "...sorrreeeeheheheeeee.. TICKLISH!" she gasped.
"Ach! This vill never do! You vill fall off like that! You must hold on to ze bar and pull yourself up!"
Despite numerous attempts, each time Hans moved his hand towards her, T started giggling helplessly and just could not hold on to the bar.
"I haff remedy for you Ms. Giggly-girlie" Hans said as he moved to the front of the machine. Raising her arms above her head (which set her to giggling all over again) Hans strapped her wrists in fleece lined leather cuffs and bound them quite firmly to the bar.
"Whaaa ? Heheheheeeeeee" T asked.
"Now you keep hands vere they need to be!" He scolded and waggled a finger towards her exposed underarms.
T bit her lip to hide the giggling as she fearfully moved her underarms away from his wiggling finger. Try as she might, she still couldn't pull the machine back upright. Each time she strained and flailed her legs she would burst into another giggling fit making her tummy muscles flacid with her laughter.
"Nein, nein, NEIN!" Hans said forcefully. "You vaste my time mitt your giggles!"
Moving to the other end of the machine he grabbed T's right ankle and bound it firmly to the corner, then did the same to her right leaving her legs spread quite widely apart!
"Now you pull, Ja!" he said, though not as forecfully as before. T didn't see the wicked gleam in his ice blue eyes as he beheld the now helpless brunette strapped firmly to his exercise machine.
Still, she couldn't move the machine and lay there panting with her soft tummy stuck high into the air.
Hans buried his face in his hands. "You tell me vhy you come here Missy" he asked. "You cute fraulein.. no need for body-builder hard-body, nein ?"
T giggled and explained that she wanted to trim down her tummy, thighs and hips and added that her butt was way too big. Hans merely nodded. Blushing furiously, T began to spout forth every little thing that she thought was wrong with her body, ending with "... and my feet are too big!"
Hans eyes widened at this last and T once again missed the evil leer behind those blue eyes. "Von vay or other ve make you sweat, Ja?" he said cryptically and moved down towards her tennis shoes. Slowly he began untying the laces.
"Whaaa??? What are you.... doing?" T asked fretfully, trying to wiggle her bound ankle away.
"Hans doesn't think your feet are too big, nein? Ve find out, Ja ?" he said as a noticeable bulge began to show beneath his short gym shorts.
"No.... I mean.... heheheheeeeeee.... don't" T pleaded as Hans pulled off her right sneaker and started rolling her white sock off over her round heel. Her feet were long with narrow toes but had very high arches, and once bare, Hans could see how very pink and how obviously soft her feet really were.
"See, not so big I think" he said as he slowly traced a soft fingertip from her heel to her toes.
"EEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!" T screamed as she violently tried to wriggle her foot away from his tickling finger !
"Ach !!! Now maybe ve get you to sveat for Hans!" he teased as he pulled off her other sneaker and tossed away her sock. With both feet captive before him he slowly danced his fingers up and down T's very tender bare soles!
"NAAAAAHAHAHAHAAEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" she screamed helplessly, fitfully wriggling on the table but unable to escape his tickling nor his teasing!
"KOOOTCHIE KOOTCHIE !!! Ms. Giggly-girlie!"
T was nearly breathless with laughter and it didn't help that her bouncing around on the table was rubbing her small firm breasts against the fabric of her suit. The handsome german couldn't know that being held helpless and having her super soft skin teased and tickled fanned the flames of the brunette's carefully hidden libido. But he did notice the perky nubbins poking against the sheer fabric.
Giving her a chance to breathe, he leaned over the still laughing and wheezing woman until he was quite near her face.
Heart pounding in her chest, T was nearly swooning with the spicy aroma that came from his body as he towered over her.
Placing a single finger on her wide smiling lips, he whispered in her ear "Ja, now Hans teach you some motivation. You try to pull yourself up, and if you fail, Hans tickle you until you learn, Ja?" he said as he kissed her briefly.
Body shivering with erotic delight at his nearness and intimacy, the bound brunette didn't try very hard to pull at the resisting machine; she just couldn't stop giggling knowing that he would be tickling her very helpless body.
With a flick of his finger, Hans plucked open the right shoulder strap of T's suit and danced his soft fingertips around and around her very vulnerable underarm!
In helpless laughter, T could only wiggle feebly on the bench as each burst made her shake her firm boobs and rub her already hard nipples against the silky fabric. He couldn't know what his tender touches were doing to her sex starved body.
Over the next 20 minutes, he had pulled open the velcro on the right side of T's suit and his fingers had worked their way up and down her soft ribs and bare sides and across her now exposed right hip. Even her bouncing buns failed to escape his touch as he tickled her into a very helpless and barely breathing brunette. The fires he was igniting was making her pussy more than moist until her puffy lips too were rubbing delightfully against the silky fabric between her thighs.
Hans leaned in to kiss the breathless brunette and whispered in her ear. "Liebchen is sveating now for Hans, Ja?" he teased. "Maybe Hans haff machine help you some!"
Plucking away her other shoulder strap, he thumbed a remote control and the bench began to tilt upward! Still bent backwards, T could only gasp helplessly as her forward thrust hips were now nearly perpendicular to the floor.
Mad erotic thoughts raced through her mind as she feared her boobs would spill out of her barely attached suit. She was so caught up in her own unstoppable emotions that she didn't notice the incredibly large bulge that protruded from Hans' shorts.
Grasping a feather, he danced it slowly around her shoulders and underarms which set her to squealing once more! Her violent wriggling made the suit slide down, exposing her upper body and her firm bouncing breasts whose hard nipples begged for the german's attention!
And attend them he did! Swirling his feather around and around her throbbing nipples had T squealing with delight and ecstasy as she lewdly pounded her hips as much as her bondage would allow. The smoldering pot that simmered between her thighs was now boiling over with a searing intensity that had her wanting to beg – if only she could stop laughing and moaning so uncontrollably!
With a quick flick of his wrist, Hans plucked away T's suit – leaving her body lewdly spread and quite nudely inviting. His blue eyes lustfully beheld her nearly bald mound with just a little tuft of curly fur atop an all too obviously hard clit.
T gasped, moaned and giggled fitfully as Hans blew her a kiss and pointed the very tip of his feather towards her completely exposed and very moist pussy! Slowly he dragged the tip of the feather up and down her puffy lips until she was squealing with delight and moaning pitifully at his nefarious torture! She had to have some relief or she would explode! Never before had someone pushed her past her shy demeanor and exposed the sexual animal that lay within. He torturously teased her too ticklish nubbin until she was crying freely and grunting in a crazed, lewd manner. Through her tears she saw that he had shed his shorts and beheld the erotic beauty of his very hard manhood.
So near to her that she thrust forward as far as she could despite the feathers torture of her very ticklish pussy – she had to have that deliciously hard cock deep within her or she would surely die !
Slowly, Hans placed the tip between her puffy moist lips and once again keyed the remote to the machine! Sliding slowly forward, the machine forced T onto his rock hard shaft – inch by delicious inch – until he was buried very deep within her!
Fearing she would surely die from such bliss, T had no idea how wicked Hans' machine really was! Trapped and helplessly spread eagled, she could only squeal with delight as the machine began to rock back and forth, slowly pistoning her on the german's huge penis!
A volcanic explosion of an orgasm siezed her body and guttural screams of joy ripped from her throat as again and again she was pummeled back and forth! Mewling and whimpering, her orgasm finally began to subside when Hans keyed the remote again and the machine began to pick up speed!
Totally trapped on a leather padded orgasmatron, T's raging libido fanned to life once more and she abandoned all sanity as she was so completely ravaged by Hans and his machine! Never before had she experienced such ecstasy nor erotic torture as a second brutal orgasm dominated her very existence !
.... and then Hans keyed the remote yet again......
XD
