Sparring With My Trainer's Length : First Timers 20 (Virgin Erotica Breeding Erotica Age Gap Erotica): First Timers, #20

By Tori Westwood

I explained it all so perfectly to my trainer Luke.  We spar to get ready for the real thing, so what's the difference between fighting and sex?  Read how he prepares me for my first time, getting more than the both of us bargained for as he finishes where he shouldn't!  I never thought I'd lose it to my own boxing coach in the middle of the ring!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Aug 10, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386077688

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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I stayed sort of hunched, bent forwards with my head close to his midriff.  He sighed and dropped his pants quicker this time and I watched his engorged cock bounce out, still aroused from reminiscing about his conquests.

Damn, I whispered.  It looks so stiff.

It is, he said, holding it in his hands and looking down at it and me.

Can I touch it?

"You really are trying to get us both in trouble here, aren’t you?  If anyone finds out then I won’t be able to train you anymore, you know that?  Shit, I probably won’t even be able to see you anymore."

Just a touch, I said.  It can’t hurt.

He inhaled deep and bit the inside of his mouth as I awaited his answer.

Quickly, he said eventually.

I beamed a smile and reached forwards, putting my hand around him and dropping to my knees to make the grip easier.

I stared forwards at his cock as I positioned myself in the corner of the ring.  He put his hands on the ropes and looked down, switching his gaze between me and the doorway.  We hardly ever got interrupted, but it was better to be safe.

You done? he asked.

But I wasn’t.  I wanted to touch it more.  I wanted to experience it.  I started to move my hand back and forth slowly, knowing the sensation might just be too much for him.

God, it’s so big, I swooned, wondering if compliments might help to keep it in my hands.

Luke let out a different kind of breath now.  It was tinged with a heady groan that told even me—an inexperienced woman—exactly what was going on inside his head.

Does that feel good? I asked, pumping a fist over his thick cock and watching it move under my command.

Yes, he said simply, looking down to watch.

I beamed up into his face at first, then I looked forwards at the powerful weapon I wielded in my grasp.  He was long and cut, with a barrel so thick that my fingers wouldn’t