Liz decides to have some more fun with you
Tiny Fitness Coach
chapter 28
by
CrankoWanko
Liz relished her power over the tiny man currently being mashed into her nipple. A tiny man that she could play with, who could be teased so easily, and who could never retaliate? Liz was in heaven! Making you aroused with the slightest movement was SUCH an ego-boost, too. As far as she was concerned, you were the best thing the gym had to offer. The giantess reveled in these thoughts as she watched you desperately trying to push her flesh away from your tiny face, desperate for a breath of fresh air.
After a minute of watching you struggle, "But, I suppose I could, like, TRY to give you a bit of help, since we need to start our yoga stretches soon. Here, let me know if this works!" Liz, still squeezing her breasts together, began slowly springing on her feet. Her huge breasts began bouncing up and down on her forearms, squishing outwards as they landed. You were crushed over and over by the girl's playful antics, while she giggled uncontrollably as she watched you being pounded against her breast, thinking it was hilarious that you couldn't stop her. By now your whole body was aching from the constant motion, and your crotch was aching in a different way as well. After a few minutes of watching your hardened member being mashed into her supple skin, Liz came to a stop and asked, "Did that help at all, Mr. Trainer?" even though it was clear that it hadn't.
A muffled "NNF!" was the only response you could muster. Liz thought for a moment, her arms still crossed beneath her hefty bosom, until she said, "Oh, maybe we just need some, like, lube or something to help you slip free!" You hated to admit it, but that actually wasn't a bad idea. "And I know just the thing!" Liz sang. Liz licked her finger, getting it coated in her sweet saliva, before she began rubbing at your back. You were slathered in this girl's spit, but your complaints were cut off as Liz began vigorously rubbing her slippery finger between your legs, coating your entire crotch in her saliva. Still rubbing your cock into her breast, Liz cooed, "There, that ought to help relieve some pressure, right Mr. Trainer?" Just as you begin to feel like you were about to cum from Liz's lively handjob, Liz pulled her finger back. "Okay, now I'll try bouncing again, but this time faster!"
You tried to shout for Liz to stop, but it was useless. Her nipple was effectively silencing you by squashing your face, and within a second she was back to hopping up and down in front of the changing room mirror, frantically bouncing her sizable tits up and down. Now that she had coated you and her nipple in saliva, Liz could feel you sliding around a lot more, rubbing up and down with every bounce of her chest. You groaned in frustration; your hard cock was being massaged against Liz's flesh nonstop, sliding back and forth against her wobbling breasts, as you were forced to remain squished against her nipple with no way of stopping her. Liz started giggling as she could feel your genitals rubbing and pressing against her, and began bouncing faster in her excitement. Before long her breasts were almost a blur as they whipped up and down, crashing against her forearms and sending shockwaves through your body with every movement she made. You shouted for Liz to stop, but she wasn't listening. She was having too much fun playing with you, as she watched your body being mashed into her giant nipple over and over.
After a few minutes of bouncing, you couldn't take it anymore. The pressure was too much; your whole body shuddered as Liz continued to bounce, and you orgasmed. A stream of cum shot out of you, spraying across Liz's still bouncing tits. Liz began laughing uncontrollably as she watched a jet of your cum flying through the air, landing on her arms, breast, and a tiny bit on her face. Spurred on by your sudden orgasm, Liz began shaking her breasts back and forth as fast as she could, determined to get every last drop of cum she could out of you as she screamed "OHMYGAWD, HAHAHA!" You couldn't even think straight with Liz's obnoxious laughter ringing in your ears and her heavy flesh pounding your body and massaging your still-cumming cock.
After a solid minute of bouncing you around and laughing as your cock shot load after load of semen all over her bikini, Liz landed on her feet and uncrossed her arms, finally letting her chest slowly wobble to a standstill. Even from her high vantage point, with your face embedded in her nipple, Liz could see you blushing. You hated this girl so much but she had managed to force an orgasm out of you, and even then it felt amazing, which only made you more ashamed. Liz waited for you to peel your face from her nipple, now that the pressure wasn't crushing you against it anymore. Once you turned to the side and looked into the mirror up at Liz, you were met with the smuggest, most egotistical smile you've ever seen. "Well, Mr. Trainer, that wasn't very, like... professional... of you, now was it?" Liz mocked, as she wiped a finger through a cumstain on her sling bikini, examining it. You were too angry and ashamed to think of a comeback, so Liz continued, "In fact, that was a lot easier than I thought it would be! Who knew you were such a boob man." Liz caught the infuriated look you were giving her, and winked back, before she licked her finger clean of your cum, making sure to pause seductively as she sucked her fingertip with her lipstick covered lips.
Liz finished sucking her finger and said happily into the mirror, "Well, that was a productive set of aerobics! I don't think I've ever had that much fun at the gym, before!" You frowned, even though that was probably the closest that Liz had ever come to giving you a compliment up to this point. Liz reached up and effortlessly yanked you free from her ringlet, FINALLY freeing you from your prison, before she held you in front of her beautiful, but still cruelly smiling face, "And I have to say, I think you made it a liiiittle bit more bearable with your little, ahem.... motivator, there!" Liz reached up and gave your semi-flaccid penis a little flick with one finger, grinning as she saw you wince in pleasure.
Liz walked over to a set of lockers and set you down on the changing room bench. You immediately collapsed, exhausted from everything Liz put you through, as Liz stood above you and explained, "You better rest up fast, Mr. Trainer! I want you good and ready for our next session!"
You managed a weak, "Yeah, sure." Liz smiled and said, "Great, let me get changed!" Liz pulled some clothes out of a locker, and was just about to pull her sling bikini down her shoulders when she said...
After a minute of watching you struggle, "But, I suppose I could, like, TRY to give you a bit of help, since we need to start our yoga stretches soon. Here, let me know if this works!" Liz, still squeezing her breasts together, began slowly springing on her feet. Her huge breasts began bouncing up and down on her forearms, squishing outwards as they landed. You were crushed over and over by the girl's playful antics, while she giggled uncontrollably as she watched you being pounded against her breast, thinking it was hilarious that you couldn't stop her. By now your whole body was aching from the constant motion, and your crotch was aching in a different way as well. After a few minutes of watching your hardened member being mashed into her supple skin, Liz came to a stop and asked, "Did that help at all, Mr. Trainer?" even though it was clear that it hadn't.
A muffled "NNF!" was the only response you could muster. Liz thought for a moment, her arms still crossed beneath her hefty bosom, until she said, "Oh, maybe we just need some, like, lube or something to help you slip free!" You hated to admit it, but that actually wasn't a bad idea. "And I know just the thing!" Liz sang. Liz licked her finger, getting it coated in her sweet saliva, before she began rubbing at your back. You were slathered in this girl's spit, but your complaints were cut off as Liz began vigorously rubbing her slippery finger between your legs, coating your entire crotch in her saliva. Still rubbing your cock into her breast, Liz cooed, "There, that ought to help relieve some pressure, right Mr. Trainer?" Just as you begin to feel like you were about to cum from Liz's lively handjob, Liz pulled her finger back. "Okay, now I'll try bouncing again, but this time faster!"
You tried to shout for Liz to stop, but it was useless. Her nipple was effectively silencing you by squashing your face, and within a second she was back to hopping up and down in front of the changing room mirror, frantically bouncing her sizable tits up and down. Now that she had coated you and her nipple in saliva, Liz could feel you sliding around a lot more, rubbing up and down with every bounce of her chest. You groaned in frustration; your hard cock was being massaged against Liz's flesh nonstop, sliding back and forth against her wobbling breasts, as you were forced to remain squished against her nipple with no way of stopping her. Liz started giggling as she could feel your genitals rubbing and pressing against her, and began bouncing faster in her excitement. Before long her breasts were almost a blur as they whipped up and down, crashing against her forearms and sending shockwaves through your body with every movement she made. You shouted for Liz to stop, but she wasn't listening. She was having too much fun playing with you, as she watched your body being mashed into her giant nipple over and over.
After a few minutes of bouncing, you couldn't take it anymore. The pressure was too much; your whole body shuddered as Liz continued to bounce, and you orgasmed. A stream of cum shot out of you, spraying across Liz's still bouncing tits. Liz began laughing uncontrollably as she watched a jet of your cum flying through the air, landing on her arms, breast, and a tiny bit on her face. Spurred on by your sudden orgasm, Liz began shaking her breasts back and forth as fast as she could, determined to get every last drop of cum she could out of you as she screamed "OHMYGAWD, HAHAHA!" You couldn't even think straight with Liz's obnoxious laughter ringing in your ears and her heavy flesh pounding your body and massaging your still-cumming cock.
After a solid minute of bouncing you around and laughing as your cock shot load after load of semen all over her bikini, Liz landed on her feet and uncrossed her arms, finally letting her chest slowly wobble to a standstill. Even from her high vantage point, with your face embedded in her nipple, Liz could see you blushing. You hated this girl so much but she had managed to force an orgasm out of you, and even then it felt amazing, which only made you more ashamed. Liz waited for you to peel your face from her nipple, now that the pressure wasn't crushing you against it anymore. Once you turned to the side and looked into the mirror up at Liz, you were met with the smuggest, most egotistical smile you've ever seen. "Well, Mr. Trainer, that wasn't very, like... professional... of you, now was it?" Liz mocked, as she wiped a finger through a cumstain on her sling bikini, examining it. You were too angry and ashamed to think of a comeback, so Liz continued, "In fact, that was a lot easier than I thought it would be! Who knew you were such a boob man." Liz caught the infuriated look you were giving her, and winked back, before she licked her finger clean of your cum, making sure to pause seductively as she sucked her fingertip with her lipstick covered lips.
Liz finished sucking her finger and said happily into the mirror, "Well, that was a productive set of aerobics! I don't think I've ever had that much fun at the gym, before!" You frowned, even though that was probably the closest that Liz had ever come to giving you a compliment up to this point. Liz reached up and effortlessly yanked you free from her ringlet, FINALLY freeing you from your prison, before she held you in front of her beautiful, but still cruelly smiling face, "And I have to say, I think you made it a liiiittle bit more bearable with your little, ahem.... motivator, there!" Liz reached up and gave your semi-flaccid penis a little flick with one finger, grinning as she saw you wince in pleasure.
Liz walked over to a set of lockers and set you down on the changing room bench. You immediately collapsed, exhausted from everything Liz put you through, as Liz stood above you and explained, "You better rest up fast, Mr. Trainer! I want you good and ready for our next session!"
You managed a weak, "Yeah, sure." Liz smiled and said, "Great, let me get changed!" Liz pulled some clothes out of a locker, and was just about to pull her sling bikini down her shoulders when she said...
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