When we weren’t working, a few of our female colleagues would get together and look downstairs at the gym to talk about the fitness of the men in the room and their looks, as the center was on two separate floors, with reception and bathrooms on the upper floor and the gym lobby below.
Of course my job involves contact with men a lot of the time, which is certainly not too intimate. But sometimes it’s unavoidable to give them the creeps.
This is inevitable, they are normal men too. Our center’s public relations uniform is not easy to wear, of course, not really difficult to put on, but its style is not everyone has the courage to wear, and not everyone can wear good-looking.
We also have a few centers that use this as a solicitation technique. Maybe the owner is a man, so he understands the needs of men.
Our uniform is a short white low-cut top with a center logo, and a white super mini skirt, so short that you don’t have to go down, but just bend down slightly to see what’s underneath the skirt. It’s also a thin material, so when you sweat, it’s even more visible. How can that not make a man want to get into it?
We also wore them out to lunch, which often drew a lot of whistles. One time a high school student even pretended to be leaning over to pick something up, but he was really trying to steal the under-skirt.
Of course not every female colleague at the center can dress very well, but it’s not too bad, but of course not every one of them boasts la-la-la-la’s ah.
As for me, I am also one of the most outstanding figures in the center, and the customers are always looking for me as an example.
I’m not tall at 5’4″, but I have a 36b chest, a 23″ waist and a pair of long legs.
And white skin. How do you think that doesn’t make them want to take advantage of you?
I often need to walk up and down between buildings, and there are actually I guess a lot of them who would peek under their skirts like this when they are doing their workout yet.
The boss didn’t allow us to wear shorts, and sometimes in meetings I thought it would be best if he implied that we shouldn’t wear any underwear. He really had a wonderful idea. But he did order us to wear sexy Ray-Ban underwear and no cotton underwear. I can’t help it, I’ve always liked wearing Rayon. In fact, I don’t like to wear lingerie because I think it makes me feel constricted, I like to feel free. That’s why I don’t even want to wear a bra when I go out on vacation.
I was the first to return to the center today as I started work early. It is customary to go to the changing room to change into my uniform, but of course it is only for the staff and there will be no male clients present. Because the uniform is white and thin, I have to change into a white muslin bra that is specially made for the uniform every day. I was about to put it on when a pair of strong, powerful hands pressed on my breasts and I turned my head sharply to see who it was. It turned out to be the boss, who looked at me with pity.
As I turned around he let his hands drop and he raised them again to my breasts and rubbed them. I was dumbfounded and didn’t know what to do, even though he was usually rude to me, I never hated him and I was paid well here. So I didn’t dare to offend him. In fact, he is not very old, only thirty-eight years old, not to mention his looks are not bad. I have a good feeling about him.
I was a bit embarrassed by his sudden action. I only asked in a soft voice (Boss, what are you doing?).
He rubbed both hands harder on my breasts.
(I’ve watched you change your clothes many times, but I can’t help it this time.)
(Oh…) So that’s it ….
He never took his eyes off my breasts, and his hands rubbed them so hard that I was a little tickled. I couldn’t help but sway slightly. Now he rubbed my nipples, and while he was touching them, he looked down and admired them (your skin is so soft).
I just smiled at him. Then he used his fingers to tease my nipples, which made my nipples harden, and then he used two fingers to hold my nipples and pulled them up, pulling them up high, and it looked like he was having fun. I have been made to bite his lower lip a little bit of uncontrollable grunts. Nipples in such a tease more hard and more convex up.
The lower body is still unconsciously left and right still a little wet feeling.
(Hmph! Uhh! Aah! Boss ……)
(“I’ve wanted to taste your flesh for a long time.)
He looked at me with a bit of lust. Then he lowered his head towards my breasts. His two fingers were still rubbing on my nipples. When his head reached my breasts, he then built up my waist with one hand, bringing my chest closer to his face. The other hand continued to pinch my nipple. Following that, he stuck out his long, flexible tongue and licked vigorously on my nipple. My whole body shuddered.
(Ah! ………….) (Mmmm …. (Good taste) I said and licked my nipples again. I couldn’t help but put my hands around his head.
(Woo! Yikes! Boss… This excited him even more, making his tongue more flexible in swirling around my nipples and areolas. From time to time, a little squeak came out from his mouth. One of his hands twisted more vigorously on my other nipple. One hand kept sweeping around my waist.
(Ha. It’s so flavorful. Big red grapes… Mmm… He took a big gulp of it.
(ah ……) I felt more juice coming out of my lower body due to this stimulation, and I could feel that I was following my underwear. He pushed me with his penis. Oh! It was huge and hard as iron. He rubbed my nipples with his teeth and his hand on my waist slowly moved down to my buttocks. Since I hadn’t put on my uniform skirt earlier, he touched my panties directly.
He sucked and slurped on both of my nipples, and by this time I was dripping out of my pussy. Without saying a word, he ripped my panties off, and his fingers quickly flicked at my pussy.
(Wow…you are so wet so soon. I guessed that you are a good girl because of your body. So you really are a little slut.)
I was so weak from him that I wanted him to make further moves.
(Yikes! It’s all your fault for making me like this.) I pushed my breasts towards his mouth, as if I wanted to fill his mouth with my whole breasts. His fingers were speeding up on my pussy, and when he came to my nipple, he pressed my nipple and swung it from side to side, which made me even more excited.
(Yikes! Boss, don’t be like that, it’s making me almost unable to hold back) He bit hard on my nipple.
(Oh ……..) Couldn’t resist giving his hair a squeeze. This turned him on even more, and three fingers were instantly shoved into my wet hole.
I couldn’t even move my hand slowly, my whole body trembled vigorously, and my pussy tightened as if I wouldn’t let his finger leave. My juices were already flowing out of my hole and the inside of my hole was even wetter. His fingers were already covered with my juices, followed by his three big fingers. He suddenly took his hand out. He pushed me away slightly, and indicated that I should sit on the wooden chair.
(Come, let me taste your nectar and see if it’s more savory than red grapes)
Then he pushed me onto the wooden chair and lifted both my legs and placed them on the chair. His hands squeezed both my thighs vigorously.
(Oh! White and smooth,) he said and licked my thighs with his tongue, which added to my pleasure. He kept moving his tongue upwards and when his tongue came to the center of my thighs, he was pulling my panties apart with one hand and one hand was flipping my pussy lips.
(This must be very tasty nectar, really don’t waste it. Let me suck and slurp them up.) Then he stuck out his dexterous tongue and licked at my pussy one by one with great enjoyment. I leaned on the back of the chair and kept panting.
(Ya…move slowly …. I wiggled my hips to meet his tongue. When he saw me enjoying myself so much, he twisted my nipples again with both hands.
He rammed his tongue vigorously into my peach orchard and oh! Causing my pussy to contract naturally, his tongue then swirled harder inside my pussy. His fingers pulled down on my nipples like he was trying to pull them off. He pulled his tongue back and sucked hard on my nipple. Ohhhh!
(Ah…ah…I’m going to die…) Boss, don’t kill me.)
(I’m just going to make you so horny) he said and sucked and slurped my nectar again. His fingers were twisting and turning on the tips of my high tits while his tongue was twirling like a live snake in the grooves of my labia.
(I’m going to suck my juices out) and flipped my pussy lips with his fingers and stuck his whole lips into my gash to suck and slurp my juices.
(Ah ….) I kept my lower body bobbing as he got me.
(Hmmm…why can’t the juice be sucked up yet?) Oh, my God! Is he playing a trick on me? His sucking and slurping will only make my pussy more and more juicy. His lips were covered with my juices, and even his nose was covered with it.
(Mmmm …… that’s so sweet…this is really good for breakfast) He stuck his tongue out again and slowly licked my nectar one by one. I was tickled all over by his licking, my pussy was contracting, and my ass was swaying from side to side.
(Ah ….. Uh…boss…)
(Oh …. The water is still coming out so that come can stuff them) and with that said he stuck three fingers into my pussy.
(Hmmm ….) I convulsed my body. He vigorously pushed his fingers inward
(Yikes…it’s hitting my pistil.) He wouldn’t let go of me, thrusting back and forth even more vigorously, each stroke going deeper. His tongue licked my pussy core, took out his finger and sent his tongue into my pussy to lick my nectar. He pulled his tongue out and thrust his finger in and out.
(Oh…awesome.)
(I can’t stop the juices, so what?) While nibbling my pussy lips with my teeth.
(Well …. Then please try it with your meat stick)
He immediately jumped on top of me and his hands were unbuckling his pants.
(Good! Then I’ll give you my cupped hand.)
(Hmmm ….. Hurry up…) As he said that, he took off his pants and revealed his eight-inch long rod in front of me. I was shocked by this thing. (Wow…so powerful!)
He swept his rod across my face, and I couldn’t help but rejoice at the sight of such a huge baby, thinking that it would surely be very fulfilling to penetrate my jade hole. When he bent down and was about to thrust in, he suddenly heard a noise at the door, thinking that some colleagues had come to work to change their uniforms. He quickly put his pants back on, and I immediately put my clothes back on. Colleagues just walked in and saw the boss is ready to leave, with a little surprised look at me two, the boss will say to her just heard screaming so they came in to see exactly, know the original I just saw a cockroach in my uniform, now drive away. She then left the dressing room. I was left with a wet and empty hole, with nothing to fill it up. The only thing I could do was to go out to the lobby and get back to work.
When I got back to my senses, I stepped out of the lobby and a client came in to ask for information about the center. He was very young, I guess he was only 27 or 28 years old, very fit, he must have been working out for a long time, but now he was only thinking of transferring to another center. So I felt that I need to give him better service to get him to join. I explained to him the rules of the center.
He smiled and looked me up and down (fitness centers are pretty much the same rules now, I guess, but I like your center’s uniform.)
He also stared at the logo on my chest, which was printed on my low-cut tank top. I was a little embarrassed by his look, so I just smiled back at him.
(I’ll give you a tour of our center’s fitness facilities, then.)
(Yeah.)
He took my hand and signaled that he would go right away. We walked downstairs to the gym lobby, him following me, and because we were walking downstairs, he was able to look down my low-cut tank top from a height.
The undershirt’s chest couldn’t be any lower, in fact, even if it’s flat ground everyone can see half of their breasts when standing, not to mention looking from top to bottom! I guess he is now admiring my cleavage. As I walked along and explained the rules, when I looked back at him, I could only see his eyes on my breasts, smiling and not saying a word.
When we arrived at the fitness lobby, we introduced him to the center’s fitness equipment. It was 10:00 a.m., a time when there are usually few customers, and Mick and I were the only ones in the lobby. He came to a chest exercise machine and pointed at it, asking how it worked. Oh, I thought to myself, “Are you kidding me?” I knew that he was into sports even if he didn’t work out very often, so there was no reason for him not to know the operation of this simple equipment.
But my job is to make our guests feel at home, that is, we have to follow their boring requests.
(Can you show me?)
(This one certainly does.)