I’m a publicist at a men’s fitness center, and my job every day is to answer questions from new guests about the center’s amenities and code of conduct, and to chat with them when they decide to join the center and are waiting for the receptionist to process their forms. This will give them a sense of belonging as soon as possible, so they won’t be bored while waiting. Or when they don’t know how to use the fitness equipment, you should accompany them to wait for the trainer to arrive.
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 present 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, which is so short that you don’t have to go down, but only have to 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 always like to find 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 that 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. As I was about to put it on, 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) and licked my nipples again. I couldn’t help but put my hands around his head.
(Woo! Yikes! Boss… This excited him even more and made his tongue more flexible in swirling around my nipples and areolas. A little squeak came out of his mouth from time to time. 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 felt 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.
The impact of this sudden shock made my voice move slowly, my whole body trembled vigorously, and my vagina tightened as if not to let his fingers 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 ran his tongue up my thighs, 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 …. (So comfortable) I swing 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 plug them up) With that said three fingers were inserted 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 gigantic treasure, 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 guessed he was only about 27 or 28 years old, very fit, 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.
This tank top really couldn’t be any lower in the chest, in fact, even if it’s flat on the ground everyone can see half of their breasts when they’re standing, let alone 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 he was into sports even if he didn’t work out often, but there was no reason why he didn’t know how to operate 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.)
With that, I took my seat on the instrument and stretched out my hands in preparation for the demonstration maneuver. He looked at me with satisfaction. I began to do the movement, because this is a chest expansion exercise, to use the arms for opening and closing movements, so when I opened my hands, he could see my cleavage almost clearly, when my hands closed the hand plate, and when the hands will be forced to close the chest muscles to make the cleavage more obvious. As I opened and closed my hands, I knew he wasn’t watching my hands, he was watching my breasts.
It stopped after doing about ten strokes. I looked into his eyes as he was admiring me, smiled and told him that he should probably know how to do it.
He nodded his head quite satisfied, and then walked over to the one-step thigh-muscle-strengthening apparatus, and he put his arm around my waist to signal me to demonstrate it again. Oh, I really do not know whether this person wants to make trouble, alas! But I can’t ask him at work. So I had to do it again.
This time, when I sat on the instrument, I had to spread my thighs, which is a movement of opening and closing of the thighs. When I spread my thighs.
He took a few steps back standing between my legs looking at me. Oh! We were wearing super-mini skirts and the boss didn’t allow us to wear shorts inside, so him standing there meant he could clearly see my boxers. I’m also wearing a pair of white rayon fishnet panties today.
There was no other way out, I had sat up and spread my legs, I couldn’t just come down. The only thing I could do was to start moving my legs.
I opened and closed my legs, and his eyes didn’t leave the center of my thighs from the moment I started moving. Since the device stipulates that the weight should be moved inward by separating the feet first, I couldn’t keep my feet closed for too long, but instead I opened them for a relatively long time.
The opening and closing of the legs would cause the position of the panties to shift a little, which was probably why he couldn’t take his eyes off of them.
When I was about to stop, he took a step across in front of me and stopped just between my legs.
At this point I should have been right about his lower body reacting a bit. At this point I realized why he was making these demands, he wasn’t asking me to show him how to work out, he was asking me to show him my body. This is better, at least I understand his intention. In fact, many customers often pretend to touch my body without meaning to, this has long been no novelty, but like him such a bold or the first time I encountered.
He put his hands on my thighs, (does this make them hurt? Does it really strengthen the thighs?)
(Of course I can, do you want to come and try?) Trying to get out of the sitting position, he actually pressed me harder.
(Wait for me to see if it’s really firm.) With that, he stroked his hands over my phallic legs.
Since I knew that his motive was not to make trouble, and since he was tickling me, I looked at him flirtatiously as he kept swinging his legs.
(Don’t. Many coworkers will see us.)
He seemed to have woken up from a dream when I told him that he might have forgotten that he was in a fitness center. He slowly withdrew his hands, a little reluctant to leave. When he left the seat, he reached out to help me and his hand touched my breasts. He didn’t take back his hand immediately and I didn’t push him away. May be just in the locker room to the boss to get hung up on the appetite, and now someone like this a touch a caress, but also stop a little drink it.
One of his hands was still on my breast while the other was at my waist at this point we were standing face to face, my breasts pressed against his chest, and I could still feel his bottom rising up.
I pushed his hands gently away from my breasts and his chest pressed harder into mine. And pushed his huge rod against my lower back.
(Oh, and please show me your bathrooms and locker rooms.)
(Then please follow me up to the locker room.)
I then slowly pushed him away towards the stairs. His hand never left my slender waist as we walked and made small talk, his hand following my pace sometimes trickled down to my hip, I then tapped his hand to signal him to leave and he was sensible enough to go back to my waist.
He suddenly thrust his hand under my skirt from behind and grabbed at my ass.
I stopped instantly.
(Ouch! It hurts!)
He stood up next to me from behind and gently stroked my ass.
(You have a beautiful ass, I’d love to bite it!)
(You pervert… Come and visit our changing room!) I said to him coquettishly and pushed away his hands on my buttocks, speeding up my steps a little bit to walk upwards, really afraid of giving other colleagues to see this scene.
When we arrived at the changing room, I introduced our equipment to him. His hands kept caressing my waist, and since there were no other female coworkers here, I didn’t resist too much, and it reminded me even more of my boss’s handiwork just now! I took him to the bathroom.
As I said, since few customers come to the center to work out in the morning, the place is even more empty, not even the female colleagues.
The big deal was that I was only served by Uncle Ming in the bathroom. So he became more daring, his hands were running from my waist to my buttocks, stroking me continuously. I turned around to ask him what he wanted to do, but suddenly he pulled me into a separate bathroom and pulled the shower closed.
He held me in one hand.
(I don’t care about this place right now. I’m only interested in you.)
One of his hands was already stroking my 36-inch breasts, which he couldn’t hold in one hand, but he kept on swirling and stroking.
(Yikes! mick, don’t be like that) I was really shocked by his sudden and shocking behavior.
(What are you afraid of? I can’t help it if I see you.)
He held me tighter, pulling my tank top halter down with one hand to reveal my silky thin white bra.
(Yikes! Don’t) I tried to push him away but he was really strong and I wasn’t really pushing him very hard.
(Mmm… Snow-white breasts) Saying that, he took a bite on my breasts, and that hand of his quickly pulled my bra away, so that my whole breasts were displayed in front of his eyes.
(Wouldn’t it be a waste not to let others savor such a large grape?)
He looked at me with greedy eyes. I really didn’t know how to react. He then stuck out his tongue and licked the tip of my nipple, swirling his tongue around it very quickly.
(Oh …. No way!)
His hand pulled down the other side of my bra and played with the tip of my nipple with his fingers. I kept trying to push him away, which made him suck on my nipple harder, his fingers clamping my tip tighter. I was so weak that I was leaning against the wall.
One of his hands was playing with the tip of one of my breasts while his mouth kept sucking on my nipple, making a nuzzling sound.
(Really tasty grapes, eh ……)
(Hmmm ……..)
I stopped resisting a long time ago.
He let go of his hands around my waist and moved up to my breasts, both hands kept pinching my breasts and his tongue kept licking at my nipples. He pressed his lower body against mine, I could feel the heat from his rod, my lower body was starting to ooze nectar, swinging more from side to side. Suddenly he forced my breasts together with both hands, pressing the tips against each other, and then he took turns licking and fondling my protruding nipples with his agile tongue.
(Uh…well …. (Yikes)
He made my whole body scratchy soft and opened his mouth wide to suck and slurp both my nipples together.
(Oh ……..) My moaning excited him more, I guess, and he sucked and slurped more vigorously, rubbing his teeth on the tip of my nipple even more, and while I was enjoying myself, he suddenly bit my nipple in one bite.
(Ah…it hurts,, don’t ….)
He then licked my nipples with his tongue and made me excited again. My nectar was already following my panties, and my bottom was so empty. He continued to suck on my nipples, but with his other hand, he pulled my panties open. He used his fingers to tease my pussy, which was already wet, and made it run even more.
(Oh, it’s so wet.)
(Hmmm ….. You made this all up…yikes)
He was biting my nipples, and his fingers were penetrating into my pussy, oh! Three fingers in one go, I couldn’t stand it. He made me sway with excitement, and I wrapped my arms around his head and pressed it more closely to my breasts.
His fingers were snapping left and right inside my pussy, and his mouth was nibbling on the tips of my nipples. My nectar was dripping all over his hand as his fingers vigorously rotated inside my vagina.
(Well ….. So slippery)
(Mmmm …. It’s killing me…ah ….)
This caused him to suck harder on the tips of my tits, his fingers twisting in my meaty holes. The other hand let go of my breast to pull his pants down, revealing his huge rod.
He took my hand and placed it on his thick meaty cupped hand, a natural reaction, and I held and stroked his big fiery sausage. He withdrew his finger in my meaty hole and put it in his mouth, savoring the nectar-soaked finger. Then pushed me around and lifted my ass, bending down and placing his mouth on my cunt, vigorously sucking and slurping my juices.
(Oh ….. Yikes ……. Hmmm…)
He sucked vigorously as if trying to drain me of my juices.
(Ah…so wet ah …. Mmm… So sweet…)
He stuck his tongue in my pussy. Fingers were pressing lightly on my nub, making my whole body itch like ant bites and I kept wiggling my ass. He lifted himself up and pinched my breasts with both hands.
With a jerk of his lower body, the meat cupping was pushed straight into the hole.
(Ah …….) All at once so thick meat stick until deep place. Making my whole body convulsed hands clenched.
(Do you like it?)
(Yikes…you shouldn’t be so rough)
(Haha… You are gonna enjoy this)
With that said, he pumped his huge rod vigorously inside my cave, his fingers vigorously pinching up my nipples.
(Oh ….. Ah ….)
I felt a little bit of pain, but the pain also brought me an inexplicable excitement. It made my lust flow even more.
My reaction made him even more frenzied, pushing into the stamen with each stroke.
(Ugh. …………)
(Love it, told you you’d love it. Look how wet you are)
(Hmmm ….. No…no…don’t stop… Ahh)
He accelerated the tempo, thrusting into me, I did not care whether Uncle Ming had already gone to work, I only moaned continuously, I had an orgasm, but the juice in my lower body was still flowing out, making a sound when his rod was going in and out.
Suddenly his big hands pinched my breasts vigorously, his rod pumped furiously, and oh! A fiery stream of semen leaked out.
(Ah ……) He wrapped his arms around me and kissed down my neck, his rod still inside my hole.
(How’s that? You like it?) His limp rod was still coming up to mine.
(Hmmm…you’re really good at this!)
(Not quite, I’ll give you a better treat next time) he said as he kissed me.
We put our clothes back on and stepped out of the reception desk, where of course he would fill out our participation form to become a member of our fitness center.