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Working Up A Sweat

By: dirkpitt



I lifted the towel to my face, wiping off the sweat that had accumulated as I paced on the treadmill. 

Music filled my ears from the CD walkman I carried as I neared the end of my workout. I had come to the gym more than an hour before, had already lifted weights for a while, and was almost done with my cardio exercise. 

As I lowered the towel, I looked to my left and right, and noticed that the row of treadmills was empty except for mine. I glanced down to the weightlifting area on the first floor, and saw more of the same.

Puzzled, I turned and looked at the clock on the wall behind me.

"Oh, shit," I exclaimed, as I realized what time it was. It was 6:15, and the gym had closed 15 minutes earlier. I didn't notice the closing – the crowd had been light because it was a Sunday evening. 

I stopped the treadmill and gathered my things, then headed downstairs towards the locker room. I stopped off at the exercise mats at the base of the staircase to do some quick post-workout stretching, leaning against the wall as I lifted my leg behind me to stretch out my quads. 

"Oh, hey Jon," I heard behind me. I turned my head and saw Jennifer, the gym attendant, walking up behind me.

"You looked so serious up there on the treadmill, I didn't think I should bother you," she said with a chuckle. "But I made everybody else leave at the regular time."

I smiled back at her. "Thanks," I said, "I appreciate it. Listen, I'm going to go hit the shower real quick and then I'll be out of your way."

"No problem," she replied. "I've got to count down the cash register from the juice bar anyway, so I'll be a little while. Plus, I was going to stick around and work out after I lock up anyway."

She turned and walked back towards the gym office, and I headed for the locker room. Once there, I slipped off my sweaty workout clothes and went into the showers. I turned on the faucet, rinsed off, and lathered up. 

As I stood under the warm stream of water, I started thinking of Jennifer once more. I had eyed her for a while, checking out her lean, muscular frame, her shoulder-length brown hair, and her ample bosom, every time I came to the gym. A couple of weeks earlier, I had gotten up the courage to ask her out, and she accepted. We had gone out to dinner and gone dancing a couple of times, but it hadn't gotten very physical yet. 

After our last date, we had shared a good night kiss that turned into a short make-out session at the front door of her apartment. But we didn't want to rush things too much, and it ended there – and I was left wondering when we would take it to the next level. 

I turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower, drying off with my towel. I walked out of the shower room and into the locker area, brushing my hair dry as I headed for my locker. Knowing I had the men's locker room all to myself, I made no effort to cover my semi-erect cock as I walked through the room. 

I finished drying off, and sat down to slip on a clean pair of white tube socks, which I bunched up around my ankles rather than pulling them all the way up to my calves. I flexed my feet and curled my toes up inside the dry socks as I got my black Jockey boxer briefs out of the gym bag. I stepped into the underwear, pulling them up as I arranged my package – and heard someone clear their throat behind me.

I spun around, and Jennifer was standing there, her arms crossed over her chest. She had a smirk on her face and a devious twinkle in her light blue eyes. 

"Mmm hmmm, not bad," she said, as my face flushed red. Her eyes roamed over my six-foot-tall, 200-pound body. 

"What did you see?" I asked.

"Something I like," she replied, then walked over and threw her arms around my bare shoulders, planting a kiss on my lips. As we kissed each other deeply, our tongues roaming in each others' mouths, her hands ran along my clean body. She ran her fingers through my curly brown hair and tickled my goatee, and her hands swept over my hairy chest, squeezed my tight bicep, grabbed my butt. One of her hands dropped to my crotch, grabbing my hardening erection.

"MMM HMMMM," Jennifer moaned into my mouth, as she squeezed my hard cock through the soft cotton of my boxer briefs. She pushed on my chest, forcing me down onto the bench in front of her. She slipped her tennis shoes off, revealing her tight white ankle socks with gray heels and toes, and then pulled her black golf shirt with the gym logo over her head. 

She pushed her loose workout pants down from her hips and stepped out of them, leaving her standing there in socks, a pair of gray lycra workout shorts and a matching sports bra. 

Jennifer stepped up to me, kneeling slightly as she pressed my face up to her D-cup breasts, then lowered herself more as she rubbed her sports bra-clad tits against my bulging boxer briefs. She dropped down to her knees, spreading my legs open. 

"I want to suck your big cock," she said huskily, as she worked my dick out of the fly in my boxer briefs. Her pale hands and forearms – marred only by Celtic knot tattoos wrapping around both wrists – stood out against my reddening erection. 

Her fingers wrapped around my six-inch-long, thick cock, pumping it slowly as she licked her lips. A drop of precum glistened on the tip, and she leaned forward, lapping it up with her tongue as the stud of her tongue piercing caught the light. 

"Mmmm, tastes kind of syrupy and sweet," Jennifer said with a giggle, and then ran her tongue along the length of my cock, licking it like a lollipop. 

Jennifer parted her lips, swallowing the head of my dick, and I moaned with pleasure, my feet curling up in my socks as my legs stretched out behind her. The warmth of her yielding tongue was made even more inviting by the cold sting of her tongue piercing. Her head started to bob up and down slowly as she blew me, and I leaned forward, reveling in the sight of Jennifer stuffing her mouth with my hard cock.

I eyed the rest of her body as she sucked me off – her free hand had slipped down to her tight shorts, and she was rubbing her pussy through them. My fingers ran through her hair and guided her head bobbing as I sneaked a glance at her tight ass and her cute feet, curled up right behind her. My socked feet moved over hers, rubbing on her soles through the wrinkled bottoms of her ankle socks – I could even read the pink "Hanes" printed on the bottom of both of her white-and-gray socks. 

After a couple of minutes of oral pleasure, Jennifer lifted her head from my crotch, wiping her wet mouth with the back of her hand. She motioned me to lower my head to hers, and we shared another deep kiss, the taste of my own precum filling my mouth. 

"Don't cum yet," she said quietly. "I want to fool around on the weight machines."

Then she stood up, and bounded out of the locker room, her socked feet nearly silent against the carpeted floor. I made to follow her, and found her in the now dimly-lit main room of the gym, sitting on the leg extension machine. 

As I walked up to her, my erect cock straining against the fabric of my boxer briefs, she pulled her sports bra over her head, freeing her large breasts. 

"I want you to play with my tits while I get my reps in," Jennifer said, cupping her ample bosom in her hands before sliding her feet under the machine and starting to lift the weight stack. 

I moved up next to her, nestling her breast in my hand as I leaned in to kiss it. My tongue shot out, teasing her already-hardening nipple, as her legs worked up and down on the weight machine. I stole a glance at her high-arched feet curling up around the weight machine pad before diving back into her chest, where I took her nipple completely into my mouth, sucking gently. 

My hands began to roam as I sucked her tit, resting first on her clenching thigh muscle before moving to her crotch. My fingers began to rub gently through her shorts and panties, and a slight moan escaped from her mouth. 

A few repetitions into her set, Jennifer's hand, which had been gripping the rod-shaped handle at her side, moved to my nearby crotch. Her fingers firmly grasped my cock – not unlike how she had held the handle – and squeezed it through the fabric of my boxer briefs. Before long, we were both moaning louder and louder, me from her stimulating my dick and her because of my tongue and fingers combined with the growing strain of the weight stack. 

I could feel her thighs start to quiver as she topped 15 reps, and I noticed her grip on my cock grow tighter as she struggled to continue. I redoubled my efforts, my tongue dancing on her firm nipples and my fingers moving faster and faster along her clit. Finally, she let the weight stack fall with an audible clack as her legs gave out. 

She threw her arms around me, drawing me close enough for a tongue-filled kiss. 

"That was wonderful," she said breathlessly. "Now, it's your turn."

We switched places, with me now manning the weight machine's seat and Jennifer beside me. 

I started to lift the weights, my thighs clenching and relaxing, as she leaned over me, kissing me deeply. I felt a sensual tingle in my mouth as her tongue stud flashed in and out, and then I felt Jennifer's hand caressing my hairy chest. 

I continued my lifting as she lowered her head to my chest, her tongue darting out of her mouth and flickering across my nipple. At the same time, her hand slid down to my crotch, rubbing my erection gently through my tented underwear. 

My hand moved around to Jennifer's firm butt, where I squeezed it through her gray workout shorts. Her mouth had moved back up, and she alternated between sucking on my exposed neck and nibbling on my earlobe, both of which drive me crazy. 

Jennifer moved her hand up to my waist, and then back down, sliding it under my waist band and into my boxer briefs. She wrapped her fingers around my rock-hard cock and started pumping it gently up and down as I kept lifting the weight stack.

"I'll keep going as long as you keep lifting," she whispered into my ear, then. 

My legs began moving faster and faster, hoping as I did that if I kept up a relatively rapid pace that I could keep my muscles from seizing up for longer. Jennifer's pace sped up to match my own, her fist pumping up and down within my black boxer briefs. 


"Hmmmmm," I moaned in pleasure, my socked feet curling up at the toes as I kept up my weightlifting.

I felt an orgasm build within me, but as soon as it started I knew it would never arrive – my legs were starting to give out. Two reps later, I stopped lifting, my quadriceps having turned to jelly. 

Jennifer stopped jacking me off, and pulled my undies back for a minute, revealing my hard, quivering cock. She leaned down and once again licked a drop of pre-cum off of the tip. 

"Damn, that stuff tastes good!" she remarked, then skipped in the direction of the upper-body machines, her breasts bouncing up and down as she moved. 

I followed her, reaching the incline bench press machine just as she started pulling down her gray workout shorts and tiny thong bikini underneath. Jennifer turned back to me, wearing only her cute ankle socks, and blew me a kiss as she sat down on the seat of the weight machine. 

She slid her hips forward on the small seat, and parted her legs, revealing a trimmed patch of brown hair between her thighs. She motioned for me to come kneel in front of her, and then gripped the handles of the weight machine expectantly.

I knelt down, and lowered my head to Jennifer's crotch, my hands parting her lips as I started to go down on her. She started pushing the handles of the weight machine out, lifting the weight stack as I kissed her womanhood. 

"Oh, yes, that feels good Jon," she said quietly, and I felt her legs tense on either side of me, her calves flexing as her socked feet stood on tiptoes. 

My fingers had spread her pussy lips apart, and my tongue flicked across her. I started up high, near her clit, before moving further down her vagina. I got her nice and wet by the time she had completed a few reps, then inserted my finger into her pussy while my tongue roamed back up to her clit. 

"Oh, God!" she gasped, as both her vagina and clitoris were stimulated. Her weightlifting pace had slowed a bit, and I could tell from her labored breathing that she wasn't going to be able to keep it up for much longer. 

Still finger-fucking her, I quit using my tongue for a moment, instead planting my lips on her swollen clit. I kissed it gently, then once more, harder, and then parted my lips further, taking her clit into my mouth. As I sucked Jennifer's clit, I heard the weight stack slam down loudly, and felt her hands move to my head, urging me on in my oral lovemaking.

"I know I can't keep going," she said breathlessly, "but that feels so good – please don't stop!"

I responded with a low moan into her pussy and a loud, slurping kiss around her clit, making her cry out with pleasure. I felt her fingers run through my hair as she pressed my head into her pussy, then her legs moved up and around my upper body, pulling me towards her.

I started flicking my tongue around her clit again, this time moving my head from side to side as I pleasured her. A second finger joined the first in her pussy, which was now unbelievably wet. 

My cock had once again swollen, tenting my underwear outward and upward. Sensing my arousal, Jennifer moved one of her legs from its perch on my back to a spot between my legs. My dick grew warm as the soft cotton of her sock rubbed on my bulging boxer briefs, creating friction; she must know I have a thing for girls' socks. 

As she pleasured me with her foot, I could feel her hips start to thrust in and out very slightly, and I knew she was getting close to an orgasm. She lifted her socked foot up a bit, and then pointed her toes as she slid her foot into the waistband of my undies. Jennifer plunged her foot deep into my boxer briefs, until her toes, which were curled up now, cradled my balls; my swollen shaft rubbed against the top of her foot along its entire length, with the head of my dick pressing against her bare skin just above where her ankle sock ended. 

I moaned into her wet pussy as she worked her foot up and down imperceptibly, and then Jennifer's hips started pumping faster and faster.

"Oh, God, Jon, don't stop," she cried out, louder this time. "That feels so fucking good. I'm gonna cum!"

Jennifer's gasps and moans got louder and closer together, echoing around the empty fitness club building, before she finally grew quiet, and pushed my face back away from her crotch. 

"Oh, Jesus, that was wonderful, babe," she said huskily, as she looked down at my bulging boxer briefs. She gave her foot another twitch, goosing my balls, before taking her foot away from my crotch, pulling my underwear out and revealing my swollen dick.


"I believe you've got something there I want to get more acquainted with, hon," Jennifer said seductively. "Why don't you sit down here?"

I stood up, and she helped me out of my boxer briefs before pushing me down onto the weight machine's seat. My six-inch-long cock stood at attention as I grabbed the weight machine bars, preparing to lift the weight. Jennifer adjusted the weight – I was hoping she would forget that so I would get a longer period of pleasure – and then knelt in front of me, taking my dick in her hand. 

She started jacking me off slowly at first, looking up at me with lust-filled eyes before lowering her head to my crotch. 

"Oh, wait," she said. "You've got some more pre-cum here!" 

Jennifer took her finger and wiped a large drop of the thick liquid off the tip of my cock before offering it to me.

"Here, try it – it tastes neat!" 

I leaned forward tentatively, not sure if I should taste the substance. To spur me along, she thrust her finger closer to my mouth, and I relented. The sticky liquid tasted sweet – like Jennifer had said before – and was not at all unpleasant. 

"Mmmmm," I said quietly, before swallowing Jennifer's finger further into my mouth, sucking on it slowly. 

"Hey, that's my job," she said with a laugh, withdrawing her finger. 

Jennifer leaned forward once again, her tongue darting out and teasing the head of my dick. I watched her start to pleasure me, and like I had a few minutes before in the locker room, I started to rub my socked feet against hers. 

Her head popped up after a moment, and she shot me an accusing look. 

"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked.

"Oh, sorry," I replied, then started working the weight machine arm as she returned to giving me a blowjob. 

Her head bobbed slowly at first, matching the pace I made on the bench press machine as we rubbed our feet together once more. Jennifer picked up her pace after several moments, now going at a medium speed as she sucked my cock. 

I looked down at her while I pressed the weight stack; I once again got off immeasurably at watching her fill her oral cavity with my manhood and moan around it. Her eyes opened, then, and tracked up to my face, catching me in a naughty stare. Just then I felt her finger tips tickle my balls, and knew exactly why she had such a mischievous look on her face. 

"Oh, yes, babe….that's it," I moaned quietly as I slowly lifted weights. My arms and chest started to ache from the strain of lifting, but my cock felt close to exploding. 

Jennifer's hand cupped my balls as she kept sucking me off, and she squeezed them gently, evoking a loud moan from me. She responded by speeding up her pace until her mouth was nearly a blur around my dick. 

"Oh, fuck yeah, Jennifer," I cried breathlessly, feeling an orgasm build inside me even as my upper body began to give out. 

I let go of the handle bars as the weight stack neared the end of its circuit, causing a loud clang when the weights slammed home. My hands flew to the back of Jennifer's head, guiding her as she bobbed up and down on my cock. She redoubled her efforts now, sucking harder on my dick and squeezing my balls tightly. 

"Oh god, baby, I'm gonna cum," I gasped, and I felt warmth surround my cock as she took my entire length into her mouth. As she slid it out, she wrapped the fingers of her free hand around my shaft, and began jacking me off in time with her sucking. 

One more look at the wrinkled soles of her socks, and the feeling the soft cotton made against my own socked feet, and I was pushed over the edge. I curled up my toes in pleasure as I shot load after load of cum into Jennifer's mouth, and moaned louder than ever, filling the empty gym with my cry. 

Jennifer pumped my cock dry after several moments, her throat working as she tried to swallow most of my love juice. She lifted up her head, and a small drop of cum drooled out of her mouth and onto my crotch as she gave me a smile. 

"Thanks for letting me finish," I told her. 

"Oh, you're only finished for a little while," she replied, her grin spreading. "We're really just getting started."

Working Up a Sweat



Working up a sweat, a fetish story....

It was the fourth day in a row that I had been coming into work early. Since getting my promotion, I had been coming in earlier than before, just before eight. I was a department head now and wanted to be there before my people showed up. Getting up extra early meant a few sacrifices. 

I felt that it was important to maintain my well groomed appearance so I still took the time to shower and apply my makeup to perfection. I used only the best MAC cosmetics. I had a makeup artist teach me how to best apply it and was practiced at making my face model quality. I was blessed with big, wide, sea blue eyes on my oval face. My lips were plump and full and painted up a spring raspberry pink. I also took the time to do my hair in a business like ponytail. My long red hair was naturally wavy. Sometimes I would wear it down but it looked more professional pulled back tight away from my face with a couple of red wisps dangling at the sides of my face for a feminine touch. The remainder of long red tresses would dangle in a tail down the centre of my back.

I had got myself a manicure before the start of the week, so my French tip nails were ready. Today, I adorned myself in my best light grey, St. John's cashmere skirt suit with a skin tight, baby pink, pure silk blouse. This outfit showed off my dynamite curves. The skirt was a pencil cut which came to my knees but had a back slit so that I could walk without hobbling. To add to the outfit, I wore Secrets In Lace charcoal grey, seamed stockings. They had a vintage appearance which looked very sexy. Combined with the black, five inch, stiletto heels that I wore with them, my legs often made hearts break and mouths drool. Underneath it all, I wore Victoria's Secret black lace panties and a sturdy push up bra for my big, C cup breasts. I made sure that the buttons were undone low enough to show a little lace from my bra and plenty of my ample cleavage. I would have to do up a button once I got to the office but for right now, I wanted to show what I have. I added my gold watch, my pearl necklace and my eye glasses and was off.

One of the sacrifices I had to make was breakfast and coffee in the morning so I had made a habit of stopping at this little coffee shop a block from my office building which also served healthy food. I tried to eat right. I have a good figure, some people would call hour glass shaped. If I didn't eat right, I would probably bloat right up. I did yoga once a week and had a Stair Master at home which kept my legs and butt looking good. Still, it was nothing compared to this hot girl that I had been noticing in the coffee shop every morning this week.

Every morning, when I came in for my cappuccino and blueberry muffin, she would be standing in line in front of me. She was like clockwork, meticulous with her schedule. She always ordered a fruit smoothie, everyday. She appeared to be about the same age as me, somewhere around thirty. Her body was like a rock, but still feminine. She had muscle and no trace of fat. She was about five foot, five inches tall, same as me. She had dark streaks in her naturally blonde hair which was always pulled back tight in a ponytail. She never had makeup on. Her face was lean and linear, like a fox. Her cheek bones were high and her eyes were piercing, ice blue. I guessed that she was of either German or Scandinavian heritage. Her thin lips never seemed to smile. She was all business and seemed almost cruel. 

The blonde woman's body is what was really drove me nuts. She was always dressed in tight grey sweats, with a zip up hooded sweater, worn out Reebok trainers and short, white ankle socks. There was no disguising her strong, muscled, tone figure. Her shoulders looked bigger than most girls. Still, she had a feminine curve to her tight butt. Her breasts stuck out and stretched her zip up sweater. I guessed that she was on her way to gym in the morning which really got me excited. 

This fox was just the kind of girl that I was looking for since moving to San Francisco. I had been drummed out my last job back in Pittsburgh for sexual harassment after hitting on a lady at work that I thought was gay, like me. It didn't work out well. My employer was somewhat sympathetic as I had been one of the companies hardest working and trusted employees for almost ten years and so he offered me a strong letter of recommendation and hooked me up with an affiliate out here on the west coast. I jumped at the chance because of San Francisco's reputation of the numbers of lesbians living out here. 

My luck in love had not been so good in the year that I have been living out here. Work kept me very busy and I did all I could to get this promotion. I avoided hitting on the women in the office for obvious reasons although I let it be known that I was a lesbian right away so if any of the women were interested, they would make the first move. So far, none had come calling. The men in my office were all very interested. My looks, my clothes and my teasing mannerisms had them all wrapped around my finger. Still, I only wanted a woman. I tried the lesbian bars on weekends but my luck wasn't good there either. I wanted a dominant top but seemed to only attract, large, butch, unattractive women. I liked fit women, strong and muscular. The girl from the coffee shop was my ideal.

I discovered her name was Ariel from the barista's writing on her cup every day. Ariel looked tough too. I liked that. One kinky thing that I obsessed with that I never talked about was Youtube videos of girls getting bullied. I imagined myself as the victim at the mercy of the stronger female. It was fantasy more than anything. I could not imagine getting beat up. This Ariel chick looked like she wouldn't take shit from anyone and could care less what anyone thought about her. I was just hoping that she liked women, a woman like me. 

It was a warm July day, and with no breeze outside, it was muggy. I was feeling that I was wearing too many clothes. The silk blouse and cashmere suit combined with the under clothing and stockings had an oven like effect on my body when I was outdoors. It was a price I had to pay for being fashionable and besides, I knew that my office was quite cool with air conditioning. I got to the coffee shop about one minute earlier than usual and Ariel arrived at the door at exactly the same time. She was wearing her usual grey sweat suit and she held the door open for me without a word or a smile, just a cool stare. I smiled and said, "Thank you."

She gave me a shoulder shrug that seemed to say, "Yah, whatever."

That put me in line right in front of Ariel. I was accustom to being behind her, enjoying the view of her taut, round ass and her long, lean neck. I kept on half turning around to catch a glimpse of her from the front. At one point, I must have been busted because she stared right through me with those sharp blue eyes. I quickly turned back as the barista asked for my order. I ordered my usual and went out on a huge limb and ordered a fruit smoothie for Ariel too.

After paying, I turned and handed Ariel the drink with her name on it. She had a surprised but pissed off look on her naturally beautiful face. "You didn't need to do that," was her response. 

"Sorry, it was the least I could do for you getting the door for me, and for me taking your usual place in line," I apologized.

"Still not necessary. Thanks, I guess," she said half heartedly. "You know my name too? Stalk much?" she asked, but with a sardonic tone. 

"I've been behind you in line everyday this week. I'm just a very observant person," I defended. Ariel was thinking on that as she stared me down. Uncomfortable in the silence, I continued, "Ariel is a lovely name, sounds like a goddess," I complimented, where in my mind, this woman was a goddess. "My name is K.."

"Krista, Yah I know. You're not the only observant person around here you know," Ariel claimed. I was surprised for sure, not that she was observant but that she actually had taken notice of me. My confidence was going up. God, I hoped even more that she was a lesbian. "I guess you're going to want to sit and chat with me now, right?" she asked coldly.

"Well, sure, if you have a minute. I'd like that," I gushed. 

She grabbed my wrist and looked at my watch. I could feel her strength in her grip. I took a sharp breath in. Arial noticed my reaction. She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I have four and half minutes, cop a squat over here." She directed me to nearby vacant table.

As we sat, I asked, "Where do you have to be in four and half minutes?"

Ariel nodded out the window to the faceless, ugly building across the street with a plain white door. "The gym. I workout there every morning," she stated. I squeezed my thighs together at her statement. I usually don't get horny or aroused this early in the morning but I was this time. "What about you, where do you go all dressed up like that every morning?" she inquired.

"Oh me, I just work over at the pyramid building. I'm a department manager," I boasted but Ariel was obviously unimpressed. I tried to redirect the conversation back to her. "You work out everyday, is that before you go to work or..." I left it hanging. 

"In a way, it is my work. I'm a fighter," she stated. I almost choked on my coffee.

"A fighter? Do you mean like a boxer or something?" I queried. 

"A fighter, MMA stuff, boxing, wrestling, Jiu Jitsu, you know, fighting," she reiterated.

I was deeply excited and could feel the heat building between my thighs. I swallowed and carefully asked, "So professionally? You must be good then?"

She snickered and I wondered if she was going to hit me right there. "Of course I'm good. Just had a fight on Saturday. You don't see any marks on me do you?" she bragged with a cocky attitude. I was in awe at the moment. "Should have seen the other broad. Smashed the shit out her face. Left her a bloody pulp. Bitch had to get taken to the hospital. She was pretty before we started but I doubt she'll ever be pretty again," she laughed at her former opponents' folly.

Now I was out right scared to death. I was about to ask this goddess out or try to get her number but I feared that if I was wrong about her sexuality or offended her at all then I was in for a horrible beating. I had no doubts that she was very capable and willing to do just that. She then added, "I also do some modelling to help pay the bills, fitness magazines mostly." Now I was dying to see more of her.

I couldn't muster up anything to say and Ariel sensed my weakness. She started brazenly eyeing me up and down like a piece of meat. Ariel seemed to be assessing me in her own mind. She asked," Do you workout at all?"

"Sometimes, a little I guess," I answered meekly. "Not nearly as much as you I'm certain. You must be in incredible shape," I swooned. Indeed, I had already imagined how perfect her body must be beneath those sweats. I had imagined all her secret places, tight and muscular and dripping in sweat. I had masturbated myself to sleep every night this week while trying to picture her armpit as she flexed a bicep. My heart was pounding at the thought that she might be interested. In my momentary haze, I blurted out, "I'd love to watch you work out."

Ariel snickered and almost burst of laughing. She had to know that I had a serious girl crush on her. I must have seemed transparent. "You want to watch me work out?" she confirmed. I shyly nodded my head. "I'm not a personal trainer at all. I don't teach anyone. I work out for myself. I train hard. I'm in that gym for two and half hours every morning," she emphasized. She continued, "and I have a different class every afternoon; wrestling one night, Jiu Jitsu another, boxing another, tonight I do Tae Kwon Dao." I got a shiver like I do when I have a orgasm but just a mild one. 

"I would be very interested in just seeing how intense that would be," I confessed. She had to know. It was as close as I had seen her to smiling yet. It was more of a sneer or a grimace. She was smart and looked to be thinking of something devious. 

"Well, I'm going right now. Are you coming?" she stated as she got up from her seat. What? I could come with her? For real? I started to follow but suddenly remembered my job. 

"Oh shit, work!" I shouted as I halted in my tracks. Ariel shrugged her strong shoulders again and turned away to leave. "Wait!" I yelled for her to stop. She paused for a moment as I dug out my cell phone. "I'll call in," I assured her. Ariel looked annoyed that I was delaying her. She crossed her strong arms, tilted her head and tapped her foot.

I quickly got hold of an associate department head and told him that I had a stomach flu and gave details of what I could get my team to do. I told him that I would call back in the afternoon to check in. He told me not to worry and said he would cover for me. Meanwhile Ariel had grown impatient of waiting and had started crossing the street to her gym. I chased after her. Running in five inch heels and a pencil skirt with big tits is nearly impossible but I bounced as fast as I could without falling flat on my face. Ariel waited at the door for me to catch up. She was laughing at my attempt to run. She held the door open for me again and as I passed her, she whispered, "You run like a fucking prissy little girl."

I wasn't sure to take that as a compliment or a direct insult. Even if Ariel was being serious, what could I do about it? Standing up to her could mean getting the shit beat out me. Also, I really wanted her to like me, so I giggled and laughed at myself with her. Catching my breath from my scamper across the street, I could feel a bead of sweat building on the back of my neck along my hair line. I could feel another growing in the crevice between my jugs where they were mashed together. I knew that one would soon drip down into my expensive bra.

Once again, Ariel found humour at my expense. "If you're winded from that then you're going to hate these stairs.," she said. The door at street level opened to a steep, narrow set of stairs that went up to another level. Arial led the way and I followed her sexy butt up the flight of stairs. She seemed to be sashaying that perfect, curvaceous pooper right in front of my face. My eyes hypnotically followed every motion of her hips. She knew that she was teasing me. Her sweat pants were riding low on her hips and I could see the top of a waist band underneath. It was neon green spandex. Above the waistband, I caught a glimpse of the small of her back. Her skin was flawless, with a tiny triangle above the butt with a light cover of soft, downy blonde hairs. I felt like bending forward and either biting her ass or licking that sweet spot on her back. I stayed behaved as I struggled to keep up with her.

At the top of the stairs, Ariel stopped to unlock the door. She has keys to this gym for some reason. Inside, she flipped on a wall switch which illuminated the small space with fluorescent light. It wasn't a Bally's or a Lady Fitness like I was used to. This private gym had a bare, hardwood floor, white washed cement walls, and high up windows which were already bringing in the morning sunshine. A set of blue mats lined the floor in most places. Mirrors lined three of the walls. A single, lone ceiling fan hung from above and provided almost no relief from the humid air inside. Around the spacious room were scattered pieces of fitness equipment; a couple of treadmills, rowing machines, stationary bikes, jump ropes, medicine balls, a punching bag and a lot of iron free weights. It was an old school gym that Rocky would have felt at home in. There was one single stool in the room, like the kind that you see in a boxing ring between rounds, short, wooden, and without any back support. In the corner was a separate doorway which presumably lead to a locker room or shower, or bathroom. There was a rancid odour in the air of old sweat. Most gyms had it but kept it low by intense cleaning and good air circulation. This room lacked both. The place was not what I was expecting.

"I know it's not Bally's, but it's my second home and I can do what I want here without anyone bugging me," Ariel informed me while giving me the tour in five seconds. "I guess you can sit there Krista," she pointed to the tiny stool as she went over to the corner and turned on some music on a cheap stereo set with speaker wire taped along the walls to two column speakers that flanked the room. Turning her back to ignore me, Ariel bent over, reaching into her gym bag as she produced four bottles of water and set them on the floor. She was flaunting her perfect butt cheeks at me again. She also pulled out a small, rectangular, white linen towel that was likely to be for wiping up her sweat. I focused on that for a second, wondering how her sweat might taste and smell. I got that shiver up my spine again. 

Looking around some more, I saw a few fight promotion posters and photographs on the wall by the door. Some of the photographs had Ariel on them holding up a title belt while wearing only a tiny bikini suit and with arms raised in victory, her fists taped up and covered in someone else's blood. "That one was from last Saturday," she informed me. Indeed, her opponent looked dead laying on the ring floor. Her face was a mangled pulp, surrounded by a pool of blood. One promotion poster showed Ariel in a leather executioner's costume. It read, "Ariel the Assassin, Women's lightweight champion, record 23-1."

I thought, "23-1? How the hell did she ever lose a match?" She looked so strong and tough that I couldn't imagine any woman over powering her. Did she have a weakness? The photos of her confirmed my suspicions that her body was flawless. Her slim, tiny figure was void of fat except for the good parts of her ass and a good size bust. The rest of her was solid muscle. Impressed as hell, I recited the credit, " Ariel the Assassin, Women's lightweight champion, twenty three and one. The champ, huh? That's impressive. I can't believe you actually lost once."

"You can't win them all sweetie. There's other tough bitches out there," remarked the champ.

I went back to my assigned seat as I watched Ariel warm up with a stretch. She still had her sweat suit on and it was driving me crazy. I wanted to tear it off of her. I knew better of course. Ariel was very flexible. She could bend in ways I could only dream of. I imagined that if I could bend like her then I could probably go down on myself and take care of my own sexual frustrations. While she did the Russian splits, I could see her groin muscles straining the material of her sweat pants. Her pubic mound was prominent. I bit my lip with anticipation. I was using the mirror to see this and I realized that she could see me too. I was sitting rather uncomfortably on the little stool with my knees tight together and with my back straight. I didn't know what to do with my hands so I just placed them flat on my knees. I could feel my palms already soaking wet. My very expensive skirt would have to absorb the sweat.

The heat was stifling, and it would only get hotter. More sweat was building on my neck and between my boobs. I opened one more button of my silk blouse to get a fraction more air on my warm breasts. I was starting to regret wearing nylons. My legs were getting hot too. Luckily, I had worn old school stockings instead of pantyhose. At least my crotch wouldn't suffocate, even though the skirt was making my ass warm already. As warm as I was, I could only begin to imagine how hot and sweaty Ariel would get as she worked out. The thought of her body covered in slick sweat made my pussy tingle.

Even though I was certain she could see me fidgeting with apparent lust, she ignored me and continued her routine of stretches. The small clock above the mirrors showed the time. We had been there five minutes. We still had the better part of two and half hours to go in this sweat box.




Working Up a Sweat



After fifteen minutes of stretches, my interest was refocused. Ariel unzipped her warm up jacket. I was like a child on Christmas morning anticipating the gift under the wrapping. As Ariel discarded her sweat top in her gym bag, I got an eyeful of her chiselled torso. She wore only a white spandex sports halter which was barely bigger than a sports bra. It was tiny. Ariel's abdomen was a well defined six pack. Male athletes would be jealous. Her big, round breasts were squished into that top. The curves of the tops of her boobs looked like a shelf. They made the top jut out from her slender body. I was dying to see the sides of her boobs and her armpits but her big, muscular arms hid them still. Her arm muscles were bigger and more defined than most women's. She obviously knew her way around those free weights.

Ariel stripped off her sweat pants finally and once again I came close to coming without touching myself when they came off. Underneath, she wore a tiny pair of neon green, spandex booty shorts, They barely contained the apple shaped globes of her meaty ass. Ariel's thighs looked like raw power. Every lean muscle glistened in the light sheen of sweat on her tanned skin as she got started. The lines of her quads, calves and hamstrings rippled under the florescent lights. The crevice of Ariel's crotch was clearly outlined by her tight shorts. It was not only obvious that she was not wearing underwear but also clear that she had no pubic hair. The labia were well defined by the fabric. 

A bead of sweat ran down the side of my face. I was panting lightly. She could tell that I was staring. I caught my own reflection. My jaw was hanging open and I was almost drooling. Ariel smirked as she grabbed one of her water bottles and took a big gulp. Damn, it looked good, even if it was probably room temperature. I just kept staring without saying a word. 

"Hot, isn't it?" Ariel finally stated. 

"Very! And getting much hotter as we speak," I absently minded blurted out.

Ignoring my remark, Ariel went back to her workout. She straddled the exercise bike and doing so gave me a fantastic glimpse of her groin, with the lips of her pussy making a distinct camel toe impression. She began pumping the pedals with blazing speed. Her pretty bum jutted out as she peddled. I was consumed at the image of her leg muscles flexing and contracting as they worked the bike. I imagined how her powerful thighs could crush my bones like pretzels. Her fifteen minutes on the bike was just her warm up to get her heart pumping but if it were me on the bike would have been a full workout. 

She finished the remnants of that first bottle of water and chucked the empty bottle in my direction. She pointed in the direction of a recycle container in the corner of the room. I dutifully picked up the bottle and carried it to the bin. I searched the bottle for any remaining water. I was so fucking hot and parched. It was bone dry. I put it in the container and returned to my seat. I was eyeballing the three remaining bottles of water on the floor. They would not be cold but I longed for some liquid relief. I thought better than to take one or even to ask. Ariel would have them carefully budgeted for her workout. Athletes like her always carefully manage how many calories they eat and how much water they take, especially when working out. I sighed at my predicament. I now regretted getting a cappuccino instead of something cold.

When Ariel was finished on the stationary bike, her body was glistening with a full coating of glorious sweat. Her face glowed as her deep breaths made her tits heave up and down. I could see the beads of moisture resting on the top of those mounds. My mouth watered and my pussy oozed. She grabbed the small white towel and wiped her face. She patted down her chest and absorbed all that sweat. I almost cried in jealousy of that towel. Ariel noticed my expression and flung the towel at me. It hit me square in the face. The musky aroma of Ariel's sweat flooded my nostrils. I took a deep breath in from the towel and held it in before slowly removing it from my face. I hung onto it, holding it closely enough to smell.

Ariel had already moved onto the weights and was pumping iron. I felt so useless sitting there. I couldn't work out with this fitness goddess because I wasn't dressed for it and brought no change of clothes. I would have probably embarrassed myself anyway, trying to keep up with Ariel. I couldn't even spot for her. She lifted more with one arm than I ever could with my whole body. I just sat patiently, dripping in sweat, watching the very intense workout. 

I kept on trying to adjust my angle to catch a glimpse of Ariel's armpits. In the mirror, I could catch the deep hollow cave that linked her shoulder to her rib cage. As she bench pressed, I could see the side of her boob fill out that space and retreat into her top with every rep. Beads of sweat clung to the fine, blonde, peach fuzz hair on the sides of her boobs.

In between sets, Ariel drank from another bottle of water. Again, all I could do was watch as she finished it off without offering any of it to me. I would have felt guilty asking for some anyway. Here I was just sitting there on the uncomfortable stool while she was working her body in vigorous exercise. Whenever she finished a bottle of water, she would throw the bottle at me and I would dutifully pick it up and place it in the recycle bucket.

I was in a hypnotic trance watching Ariel pump iron with her arms and then her legs, then her arms again. All the while, I focused on how shiny she got from the build up of sweat oozing from her pours. I would hold the towel up to my nose and take in a waft of her body odour which acted like an aphrodisiac to my senses. I am sure that she caught me doing this but never said anything as she continued to ignore my presence and keep up her routine.

I lost track of time as Ariel worked out. There was now a profound stench in the room of hot sweat. The ceiling fan was utterly useless. When she finished with the weights she downed her third bottle of water and flung the empty at me again. She then went onto the heavy bag and proceeded to pummel the shit out of it with punches and kicks. If that bag were a human being it would have dead ten times over. I squeezed my thighs together which rubbed my now engorged clit and quietly flexed my kegel muscles which gave me a small, controlled orgasm. It made me fidget in my seat and bite my lower lip. I was panting heavily.

Beads of sweat dripped down from my hairline and rolled onto my eyebrows. I could feel the sting at the corner of my eye. I instinctively raised the towel to my face but stopped myself. Using the towel on my face would leave a makeup stain. Would that get Ariel pissed off and upset? Luckily, my expensive MAC makeup had held together under my body heat, so far. I thought better and used my finger to clear my eye instead. I didn't want to wipe it on my thousand dollar suit either so I stuck it in my mouth and sucked the hot, acrid fluid off of my fingers. It stung going down my throat but it added to my lust. I again inhaled a deep waft of scent from Ariel's towel. 

After destroying the heavy bag, Ariel slowly approached me, where I sat. I glanced up at the clock. Her workout was still twenty minutes from completion. She stood in front of me. Her gaze was intense. The endorphins from her exercise would be racing through her. She was focused. She stared me down hard and I wondered if she wanted to fuck me or fight me. I was a bit scared to be honest. 

Ariel stood in front of me, just inches away. I slowly stood up from my seat, my ass aching from the flat wooden stool. Her fists rested on her hips in a dominant pose. "Towel!" she demanded. I quickly held it up for her. She didn't take it, just stared at me waiting to clue in. Tentatively and carefully I began patting down the rivers of sweat pouring down her graceful neck. I moved to her face and carefully mopped her strong brow. With her face dry, I moved onto her shoulders. Her big, tight muscles were rock hard under my touch. I could feel the heat coming from her body. She radiated it. Her smell was powerful. I could feel the hot breath coming from her nostrils. I touched her glorious chest although it was through the thin towel as her breath made her bosom heave up and down. I licked my lips in lust right in front of this goddess. There could be no doubt of my interest any more. 

I was about to cross over to Ariel's armpit and the side of her boob when she finally stopped me. "That's enough for now," she calmly stated. What a fucking tease! I could almost cry. She took the towel from my hand, robbing me of my sacred possession. She gave her face one more quick pat down and then little dabbed her cleavage one more time. I was staring back with my mouth hanging open. She grew a half of a grin on her face and then boldly shoved the towel into my mouth. 

I almost choked. It was soaking wet with Ariel's sweat and the fluid wet my tongue but was bitter and hot. I gagged but did not attempt to remove it. Ariel tried to gage whether I would disappoint her by pulling it out or would throw up. I'm not sure which one would piss her off more. I fought the urge to vomit and bit down on the towel and sucked the liquid from the spongy material. A tear grew from my eye and ran down my cheek. I obediently put my hands behind my back in submission. Her face was inches from mine. Her ice blue eyes bored a hole into me. When it appeared that I wouldn't puke or remove the towel from my mouth, she seemed satisfied. It was as if I had accepted her challenge. It was getting intense now. 

My chest heaved as I sucked in air through my nostrils making my big tits swell. Ariel finally turned her back and headed to the treadmill. She started moving. Her pace picked up and before long, she was taking long, full strides. Her running form was outstanding. She kept her elbows high and pumped her arms fluidly. I secretly imagined those mighty arms fist fucking me. Ariel's legs flexed as she tore up the treadmill. For twenty minutes she sprinted. 

I could see that Ariel's hair was soaking wet. Rivers of sweat flowed down from her neck into her top. The white material had dark stains in the middle of her cleavage and crescent shaped patches under her boobs. As her arms pumped faster, I could see the torrents flowing out from her big hollow armpits. It ran down her sides and stained the hips of her shorts. Her back was completely soaked. The sweat flowed freely down her spine and into her ass crack. The light green material was turning dark, almost black. The front of those shorts showed dark marks at the junction of her crotch and legs. Sweat was cascading down her legs and into her socks. Her feet pounded the treadmill in those old, nasty Reeboks and I wondered how bad her feet must smell at that moment.

Ariel powered through the last mile of her cardio and began slowing down. Her entire body was glistening wet. She appeared to be melting. When she finished running and stepped off the treadmill, I caught a glimpse of the time. Her workout time was completed. The exercise goddess took several deep breaths in and out. She then picked up that last bottle of warm water and slowly walked toward me. He saunter was slow and deliberate so I that I could get a full look at what a Valkyrie or an Amazon should look like. She took a small sip of the water and then stopped inches in front of me. I could see all those beads of sweat clinging to the light peach fuzz of her body. Her six pack abs were right in front of me. I could see a small pool of sweat in her belly button. The towel still hung from mouth. I must have looked like an idiot. I looked up at her with a frightened look. I had no idea what her next move would be. Her aroma was strong and pungent. It stung my eyes. 

"Take off your glasses," the champ demanded. I was surprised but did not hesitate to remove them and stow them in my pocket. I was really frightened now. "Towel," she demanded next. I was reluctant to give up my prize but knew better than to deny the Assassin. I begrudging took it out of my mouth and held it up to her. Ariel quickly snatched it from me and tossed it backhanded all the way across the room. What? I thought she wanted it? I looked at her with confusion.

Ariel leaned forward so that her glowing face was only a few inches in front of mine and used the tip of one of her powerful fingers to lift my chin so that we were eye to eye. For a second I expected her to kiss me. Instead she spat a big gob of saliva all over my face. It burned with the heat of her lungs. I reeled back in shock and lifted my hand to wipe the vile fluid from my face. Ariel grabbed my wrist with her left hand to stop me and with her right she slapped my face.

"Don't fucking touch it," the fighter ordered me. I was dizzy from the powerful slap. Her strength was incredible and she had barely flicked her wrist. I lowered my hand and returned it behind my back in submission. She slapped my face again to make sure of my obedience and I took the pain. I looked back into her cold eyes as mine welled up with tears. I could see my reflection in the mirror. The spit clung to my face, dripping down from my eyes and nose and into my mouth. I licked my lip and tasted the thick, hot, mucus. Realizing where it came from I began to enjoy it and swallowed it down. 

Satisfied with my submission, Ariel asked, "What else you got that you can clean me up with?" I had to think fast. I didn't have anything resembling a towel. I was confused. She continued to hold my chin up. She slapped me a third time. "Think, you stupid fucking bitch," she insulted. I looked up to her eyes with mercy and it dawned on me. I pushed my tongue out of my mouth. Ariel smiled and stood up. She pressed her torso into my face. Using my tongue. I lapped at the pool of sweat in her belly button. It was hot and acrid. I slurped at it like it was fountain of youth. I licked all the skin on her body before I raised up and began licking her arms. 

I got to the nape of her neck and was licking at the hair line on her neck. Ariel's hair was like a wet mop and stunk like one too. It was right in my face as I licked her neck. I slid around to the front and was about to lick her face with the intent of turning it into a kiss but the champ had other ideas and pushed my head down between her boobs. She had another puddle built up on her boob shelf. I eagerly drank it up as I licked her skin. The material of her top was indeed soaked all the way through. Ariel lifted one of her arms and pushed my head into her armpit. I lapped away at the side of her boob, enjoying every bead of sweat. I licked up into her beautiful pit as the strong, acidic sweat pumped out like a faucet. I greedily slurped at it until she made me do the same to the other side. 

As I licked along the bottom of Ariel's damp sports top, she lifted the bottom up and the under boob sweat flooded my mouth. With my nose buried between her tits, the fumes of her musky odour almost made me pass out. I licked around them from one armpit to the other. Ariel removed her top completely, exposing her perfect C cup breasts. I moved up to take one of her big, pink nipples in my mouth but she grabbed my hair and jerked my head back. I received another vicious slap to the face. "Uh-uh!" she teased "Not yet. You still have my entire lower half to clean first before you get any bright ideas."

I went back down to her belly button and licked it out again before moving south. I kissed and licked the front of Ariel's shorts but avoided the temptation to try to taste her pussy right away. I knew that would earn me a beating. I licked the inside of her powerful thighs. When I got down to the back of her knees I sucked on that sweet spot. Her pronounced calf muscles were next and I licked up her salty sweat down to her ankle. I moved back up to her crotch and licked down her other leg and repeated the tongue bath.

When I finished at her ankle and lifted my head, Ariel put a foot on my shoulder and forced me back down. "You still have my feet to do, bitch," she ordered. I was about to untie her shoe with my hands but got a reminder from the boss with a slap on my head. "No hands!" she demanded. It was hard work, undoing her laces with my teeth. Luckily, her well worn runners were loose fitting and she stepped out of them easily.

My tormenter rubbed her stinky, sweat soaked sock foot in my face. I licked at the damp cotton garment and the taste was powerfully rancid. Oh my god, sweaty feet. The stinky fumes from her shoes rose up into my nostrils. I grasped the back of the sock with my teeth and pulled it off of her foot. She demanded, "Give it to me." I raised my head up like a dog until she took it from my mouth. I repeated the procedure with the other sock of her left foot. With her bare foot, Ariel shoved her toes into my open mouth. They were fucking nasty. They had bits of stray wet cotton between them and the souls had a rotten egg odour. She shoved them as far as possible into my mouth as she could. I gagged and wretched but willed myself not to vomit. I used my tongue between her toes and she backed her foot up so that I could suck them individually. Tears ran freely down the side of my face. From the mirror reflection, I could see that my makeup was now a mess from Ariel's sweat and spit. I looked destroyed. 

"Yah, you're a nasty, dirty toe sucker. I knew it from the moment I saw you. You're a filthy fucking slut. Suck those toes like the cocks you love to suck, bitch," Ariel continued to verbally berate me. "You uptown bitches are all alike, just disgusting, nasty whores." She removed her foot from my lips as I gasped for air but she quickly replaced it with the other foot. I gagged again as the new, dirty foot pressed into my gaping mouth. My stomach convulsed as I gagged. It took every once of my being to avoid throwing up. "Don't you fucking puke bitch or you'll be cleaning the floor up with your tongue," Ariel warned me. She wrung out her soaking wet socks over my head so that the sweat dripped into my hair. Tears rolled down my face and the snot flowed loosely out of my nose. I licked and sucked her disgusting, vile foot until it sparkled clean. 

Ariel seemed entertained at my folly. She pulled her foot from my mouth and lifted my head up by my ponytail. She quickly turned around so that her butt was square in my face. I instinctively began licking and kissing the Assassin's ass. I discovered the pool of sweat in the triangle of the small of her back. I drank from it. The hot liquid refreshed me somewhat. Ariel then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slowly began peeling them down. My nose entered the crack of her perfect ass. It smelled ripe. I licked for all my worth. I cleaned the globes of her butt eagerly. Ariel stepped out of her shorts, leaving herself stark naked in front of me. I worshipped her ass with my tongue. She pivoted to force my face right up the business part of her ass so that my tongue touched her sweaty, rosy asshole.

I had never given a rim job before. I had wanted to try it but never had a girlfriend that would let me do it. Now I had the perfect bum in front of me but it had just worked out for over two hours. I hesitated which caused Ariel to grab the back of my head and shove my face into her butt. "What are you waiting for pig. Get your fucking tongue up my ass. You know you want to, so fucking do it," she demanded. Obediently I stuck my tongue out and licked her tight rose bud. As sexy as it was, it still tasted like ass. She gyrated her hips and pushed back against my tongue. My mouth muscle slid into her backside. She forcefully ground my face deeper into her ass. She moaned in pleasure. 

"Yes, lick my fucking asshole. You love it don't you? Get in there nice and deep. Keep your tongue up in there honey," Ariel instructed. I ate her ripe asshole with gusto. She didn't need to force me anymore and used her hands instead to pull her cheeks apart as wide as possible to give me easier access. I fucked her shit chute long and deep with my pink tongue. Ariel continued her verbal assault, "Yes, you're right up in there now. Can you taste it? Can you taste that smoothie that you bought me, you dumb fucking cow?" She ground her hips against me and was really getting off on my wet tongue. That encouraged me and I dug as deep as I could up her dark tunnel as my tongue could go. At one point, she pulled off my tongue slightly, just as she ripped a stinky fart in my face. Some of my saliva was forced out of her hole in the process and formed into a brown bubble. Ariel pushed my face back into her butt as my tongue went back up inside her asshole. "Oh yah, I bet you can fucking taste it now, can't you?" she continued her torment. Dutifully, I polished her asshole clean with my tongue and didn't stop until she forced me to stop.




Working Up a Sweat



Grabbing my hair, Ariel turned around again so that her bare, smooth crotch was in my face. My tongue was licking at it right away. I cleaned her sweaty groin and was zeroing in on my prize. Her pussy was indeed smooth as a new born baby. Her labia protruded rudely and prominently. Her pink clit looked engorged and angry. I felt like I was finally going to get to my reward as the tip of my tongue touched the lips of her pussy. Suddenly, the fighter pulled my head back again and raised me up to her face. What a fucking tease! 

Holding me close to her face again, Ariel held up the last water bottle to my face. There was just a small amount left on the bottle, enough for a mouthful. It looked so damned delicious. My mouth lingered with the flavours of sweat, feet and ass. She raised an eyebrow. "You want it?" she asked.

"Oh thank God, yes please," I answered in relief. With that, Ariel downed the last of the water herself and swallowed it. 

"Too fucking bad. You should have brought your own," the bully said. Denying me that water got me utterly dejected. I felt like crying out loud. I was sobbing like a weakling. My nose was running too. I must have looked pathetic. Ariel stared through me and began sucking up a lungful of phlegm with a loud guttural sound. I could see the mouthful of lung butter formed on her tongue and knew what was coming. I grimaced but did not dare turn away. Ariel let the big gob of spit fly right into my face. It was bigger, hotter, thicker and more vile than the first one. She waited for my reaction. Submissively, I opened my mouth and extended my tongue. It flowed into a pool on my well worn mouth organ. Ariel put her hand on my face and began scooping up the spit and snot with her fingers. She shoved them into my mouth and I sucked them clean.

"Swallow it!" she demanded. I choked it down. "Show me," she instructed. I opened my mouth wide, extending my tongue again. She hulked up another wad of phlegm and spit it right to the back of my throat. I dutifully swallowed it again. In amazement she told me, "You really are the most disgusting fucking pig I have ever met. Is there anything you won't fucking do?"

I shook my head to answer no. I meant it too. Ariel shrugged her broad shoulders, grabbed me by the ponytail and began dragging me back in the direction of the locker room door. I crawled on my hands and knees as fast as I could in my skirt across the hard floor. I followed Ariel's sweet ass all the way back to the showers. The tile floor was cool and soothing to my overheated body but it was hard on my knees. I could tell that my luxury stockings were already tearing.

Ariel leaned back against the shower wall. A single copper pipe ran up the wall to a shower head. The walls had mould between the tiles and the room carried its own particular odour. I anticipated the water. I was still fully dressed but the water was right there. I waited for her to turn it on. She cruelly made me wait longer.

"Take off your panties," she instructed. Finally! I hiked my skirt up to my waist and quickly pulled off my black lace underpants which were soaked through with my pussy juices and my sweat. I handed them to Ariel. After admiring them, she balled them up and shoved them into my mouth. She extended her foot out and ran the top of it along my wet pussy lips. It felt so good. "Want me to fuck you?" she asked casually. I nodded my head affirmatively. I felt the tip of her big toe enter my vagina. I ground myself against it. "Easy now, don't be so eager to fuck my foot," she teased. Slowly she worked her toes into my box. I was so wet that I easily took all of her toes inside my damp twat and was impaling myself onto her foot. I wanted it so bad.

"You really are a fucking slut. Look at you fucking yourself on my foot, fresh out of my smelly shoe. I'm not even doing anything, that all you, you nasty pig," she berated me. It was all true. I bounced myself up and down on her slender foot, working desperately to get myself off. I groaned into my panty gag. It felt so fucking good.

"Damn, you are nasty Krista. You have no fucking dignity. Go ahead and fuck yourself, slut," Ariel said. She continued, "You will do anything, won't you, you nasty cow?" I nodded in agreement just trying to work up my orgasm.

Ariel belched. "Good, finally," she commented. I looked up at her to see what she was talking about. She looked down at me with a devil's grin. She pulled my panties from my mouth and asked, "Ready for a shower?" I was so ready. I must have been over a hundred degrees. "Open your mouth, slut," she ordered. I obediently opened wide and extended my tongue. I could see her part the lips of her pussy wide and pull back, aiming at my face. Suddenly a stream of piss burst out of her like a fire hose. The first pulse nailed the back of my mouth. I closed it in horror. My face got sprayed and urine got in my hair. Ariel grabbed hold of my face by the nose and pinched my nostrils shut. I had to open my mouth in order to breath. Her piss went back to my mouth and filled it up. It dribbled out and down the front of me, getting into my clothes, staining my pink, silk blouse.

Eventually, I had to swallow down the pee just to catch my breath. The hot piss stream continued to refill my mouth until I had to swallow again. How many bottles of water did she drink? Four? After getting over the shock of drinking piss, I realized that her urine tasted okay. Her healthy diet probably had something to do with that. Besides, it was the first drink I had since my morning coffee. Ariel released my nose when she realized that I was not fighting it anymore and trying to catch her stream in my mouth. I gulped down every time my mouth filled. While my mouth was closed, my face and hair and sometimes my tits took the full force of her piss.

When Ariel's piss stream finally petered out, I leaned forward to lick the last drops off of her pussy. She moaned at the contact of my mouth. "Wow, I guess I would never need toilet paper again if I had you around all the time, huh?" she joked. All I could do was burp from my belly full of her urine. She finally turned on the water faucet and the real shower rained down its cleansing moisture.

I lapped at her pussy and rode her foot hard. As soon as I grabbed hold of her clit with my lips and sucked, her body began to tremble. Ariel grabbed the back of my drenched hair and pressed her sex against my face. She was coming and then so was I. Her orgasm was powerful and her thrusting hips almost broke my nose. She tensed then a spasm shook her body as she sprayed my face with her vaginal juices. My orgasm was almost there too. I kept humping her foot which was up to her ankle inside me. Just as I was about to go over the top, she pulled her foot out and moved away from me. She left me alone under the shower spray. I had no choice but to rub my own clit to finish myself off as I lay there on the tiled floor. I must have been a pathetic sight.

Ariel had produced a new, clean, dry towel from a shelf and was drying herself off. I pulled myself up and while still under the shower, began stripping off my drenched clothes. I was moving slowly. My nylons were totally shot, I just threw them away into a trash bin. I shut the water off and got a new towel of my own. Ariel was already getting dressed into new clean clothes, including pink panties and bra and a clean, feminine pink track suit. I wrung out my clothes while I watched her transform into a sweet looking, feminine beauty.

I started to get dressed again into my wet, ruined skirt suit but without the wrecked nylons nor with my panties which Ariel was claiming as her trophy. She was already dressed and seemed impatient at my lack of enthusiasm. I felt totally used and humiliated. She piped up, "Hurry up bitch, hustle!" She was still a bully.

I had started to say, "Hey, Ariel, you want to take my number? I could see you again on the weekend, or...." 

"No fucking way," she said plainly. "Why would want to go out with a fat fucking cow like you?"

I looked at her, dejected. I searched her face for answered. "But, what just happened? I thought..." I began asked.

"You thought wrong bitch. You wanted to come here. You wanted this, don't deny that. Hell, I was just having some fun with you. That's how I get my jollies," She clarified. Adding to that Ariel stated, "Besides that, I already have a girlfriend who is a real woman, not a snivelling little pig."

I felt like crying and tried to confirm, "You have a girlfriend?"

"Yah, don't worry about me. Dia understands that I like to fuck bitches over every now and then. She doesn't mind that I do that," Ariel confessed. She paused and then added, "Dia doesn't like the bitches who try to move in on her squeeze though," she warned me. She continued, "Yah, she can be really fucking mean when she's jealous. She used to be a Marine and now they call her the Iron Maiden. I wouldn't want to be on her bad side. She can fuck a bitch up."

"You sound intimidated by her. But you're the champ?" I asked in wonder.

Ariel explained, "Remember my record was twenty three and one?" I nodded that I did remember. "Well guess who the 'and one' was to?"

I gulped down hard. "Let me guess, Dia?"

Ariel nodded. "After Dia kicked my ass, we became close friends and eventually lovers. She moved up a weight class which meant that I could dominate the lightweight division and not have to fight her again. She went on to win the welterweight title."

Holy fuck, somebody tougher than Ariel. I guess I had no shot at all then. That completed my humiliation. I became fully submissive and completed disgusting acts and debased myself only to be rejected in the end. I finished putting myself back together and Ariel tried to get me moving faster. "You better hurry the fuck up, Dia is supposed to be meeting me here any time now," Ariel threatened.

I hastily threw myself together. I was still dripping wet and smelling of sweat and urine and would have to go back to my Lexus like that. I decided to carry my high heels and just walk barefoot for now. I put my glasses back on as Ariel and I left the shower room and re-entered the main gym. 

Standing there in the middle of the room was woman who looked like a real Amazon. She was about 5'8" and about a solid one forty. She had straight, long blonde hair and a well tuned muscular physique. She wore a simple, white tank top and a small pair of denim shorts. Her arms looked like cannons and her thighs looked like tanks. Ariel smiled and said, "Hi Dia!" and went to her to give her girlfriend a hug. The blonde warrior took a look at me with distrust and anger. As the Assassin and the Iron Maiden shared a hug, I hitched up my skirt and sprinted out the door. 

As I was running down the steep staircase I could hear the sounds of two women laughing hysterically from behind me.

Fini

Copyright 2013, Mary-Margret Callahan 



Working up a Sweat



Liz Gillies and I haven't known each other for long. I was recently hired by Miss Gillies and her management to be a trainer/work out buddy. As a trainer/work out buddy, my job is basically to be with Liz whenever she doesn't want to work out alone and also give her advice and improve her techniques whenever possible. 

I have been on a couple sessions with Liz already and everything had gone pretty well so far. She's a quick learner and she pays close attention to me as I show her the right way to do an exercise. It was one of my scheduled off nights and I was just planning to stay in and watch a movie when I received a text from Liz. 

Hey Jake, it's Liz. Can you meet me at our gym around 9:30 tonight? I just don't want to be bothered while I work out. Thanks. Liz

I grabbed my phone and replied.

I'll meet you there at 9:30.

I hit the send button before I remembered that the gym closed at 10 on the weekends. I called my boss and told him about the situation and he was cool enough to let me use the gym after hours. Liz didn't want people to bother her while she was trying to seriously work out, so I had booked a private evening session just after the gym was to close for the night. Since it was Liz and she was the most important client I had at the moment, I decided to make an exception. 

I grabbed my workout gear and headed to the gym. I arrived there around 9:20. I stood at the front door of the gym for about 6 or 7 minutes before I finally saw Liz. Once I saw her, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. 

She had decided to wear tight black yoga pants that showcased her long slender legs. I looked down and noticed there was a slight hint of camel toe in between her thighs. She had also decided to wear a reddish pink sports bra, which was showing off her amazing tits. In her hand, she was carrying a large gym bag, clearly ready to work out. I had to keep my focus and stay on the task in hand, which was helping Liz with her work out session. 

"Hey Jake, sorry I requested a session so late," Liz said as she shook my hand. After we shook hands, I grabbed my key out of my pocket and entered it into the lock. 

"It's really no problem at all Miss Gillies," I said before Liz interrupted me.

"I told you last time, you don't have to call me Miss Gilles," she said with a smile on her face and a cute look in her eyes. 

"Sorry Liz, just a reflex," I said as I finally got the key to unlock the door to the gym. I opened the door and let her and myself in. I walked over to the light switch and turned on the lights, revealing how big the gym was on the inside. I went back over to Liz.

"So, did you stretch before you got here?" I asked. 

"No, I didn't get time to," she replied. 

Okay then. We'll start there," I said as I guided Liz over to the area designated for stretching. Liz then entered the stretching area. 

"So when you're ready we can begin", I said, trying to get our session officially started. Liz then started to do her stretches. Liz started with her head and neck area like she did in our previous sessions. She had blazed through the other stretches perfectly until Liz bent over to touch her toes. That's when I thought I noticed something. 

I noticed her form was terribly off, it was almost like she was trying to get them wrong on purpose. She spent a lot of extra time bent over, like she was trying to tease me with her well-toned ass. I did my best to only take quick glances when I knew she wasn't looking. It was so unprofessional to stare at a client's ass, but her ass was so round and perfect. Liz eventually got back upright. Before I could lead her to the next station, she stopped and spoke.

"Can I ask you a kind of personal question?" Liz asked. 

"Sure I don't see why not," I replied. 

"Do you like your body now more than when you weren't as fit?" she asked. 

"Yeah. I do. I'm healthier, I live a better lifestyle, and I'm pretty confident in myself," I said before she spoke again. 

"And what do you think of my body? Do you like it?" She asked, flicking her eyelashes. This was starting to make me uncomfortable as I knew that this was more than your average flirting that was going on. She was incredibly fit and I couldn't take my eyes off her. Wanting me to talk about her amazing figure, she slowly approached me and gave little poses to show off her body. Before I could even answer her question, Liz pulled me closer to her and she kissed me. I pulled away from Liz as I tried to keep it professional between us. 

"I can't take it anymore, I want you! I've wanted to fuck you ever since my team hired you", she said in urgent need, using her hands to feel up my chest and stomach. All of a sudden this late night work out session had become much more than that. I had to stop her, but Liz aggressively tried to get me to respond to her passionate kisses by slipping her tongue in my mouth. 

The feeling of her tongue swirling around in my mouth caused me to drop my guard. The side of me that was lusting for Liz's touch was giving me permission to give into my lusting desires. I kissed her back and started to grind my throbbing boner against. I took one of her exquisite ass cheeks in one hand while I caressed the side of her face with the other. She began to press herself against me. Liz broke away from me and spoke.

"I want you to take me right here in the gym. I want to feel every inch of you inside of me", she moaned as she started rubbing her crotch, almost making me blow my load right there. I just wanted to make sure this is what she really wanted. 

"Are you sure you wanna do this Liz?" I asked, not really believing those words she had just uttered to me.

Taking a step back, Liz grabbed the sides of her sports top, and lifted it upwards and over her head, freeing her supple breasts.

"Holy shit..." was all I could say as my eyes were now fixated on her soft round mounds.

Her naked D cup breasts were perfect. It was amazing to see them completely uncovered in a sports bra and out in the open like this. Her areolas were around the size of a poker chip and her pink nipples were just begging to be pinched and sucked on. We looked at each other for a few seconds before letting whatever was going to happen just happen. There was no turning back for either of us now. Everything that I had secretly wished about doing to that hot piece of ass was going to actually happen. 

Liz closed the distance between us, our erotic kissing starting up again. I caressed her smooth bare back, feeling those lovely tits of hers pressing against the lower part of my chest. I found the time to slip my singlet top off and sit down on one of the workout benches as well. The fiery redhead saw this as an opportunity to show just how much she lusted for me, dropping to her knees and perusing the tent shape in my shorts. 

Not wanting to waste another second of our time, Liz reached for my shorts and pulled them down once she finding the edges of the material. Liz Leaned in close to my hips as my long stiff cock flopped out. Liz just looked at my cock and stared at it like a predator stalking her prey

"Holy shit. That's a nice big cock. Is that all for me?" she purred as her eyes got wide, admiring the length of my twitching member. Her delicate fingers slowly came into contact with my penis and wrapped around it. 

"Uhhhh", I groaned as she jerked my long cock slowly. She took her mouth and started impaling her mouth on my erect cock. I felt a strong rush go through me as she took me into her warm mouth. I could feel every movement of my cock inside her mouth. I felt the way her soft lips closed around my rock hard cock and her tongue as it licked up against my open slit. 

I felt like I was going to blow at any moment with the way she was sucking my cock like it was the best thing she had ever tasted. I looked down at her as she started to deep throat my penis. I started to get that feeling in my balls when Liz to her mouth off my cock. 

"If you're ready to blow baby, I'm ready for it. Give it to me," she said as she went even harder on my cock. I finally couldn't hold bacl anymore before I felt that feeling. 

"You want it all honey? Then take it ", I said with urgency. I grabbed a handful of her black hair and pushed her head down until I could feel the tip was inside her throat, holding her there for a few seconds until her eyes looked like they were ready to pop out. As I released my grip, it took a few seconds for Liz to recover catching my semen in her mouth before returning to lick and suck the tip.

"Mmm, that tastes so fucking good", Liz said, polishing my cock with her full pink lips. Now it was mine to pleasure her. She was incredibly eager to get my attention on her throbbing pussy. I could tell she wanted my mouth on her pussy as she sat down to rest upon the fitness ball, removing her yoga pants. She spread her legs wide, revealing she wasn't wearing any underwear. Looking at Liz's open pussy, I thought she had the baldest pussy I'd ever seen. It was perfectly smooth down there. 

"I had no idea if you like bush, no bush, or like a landing strip, so I shaved just all the hair off before I came here. Hope you like it nice and smooth", she said teasingly, rubbing her labia and spreading her lips as far and as wide as she could. 

She did not have to wait long, as I buried my face into her horny snatch. I was licking and fucking her tight moist slit with my tongue. I ran my hands along the underside of Liz's smooth thighs. I pushed her long legs back and apart so I could spread her wider, giving myself unrestricted access to her dripping wet pussy. 

I felt her whole body tingle with pleasure, as she grabbed the back of my head so she could move her juicy cunt all over my hard working mouth. My tongue kept digging deeper and deeper into her soaking wet hole. I looked up for a second to see Liz using her free hand now furiously rubbing at her aching clitoris.

"Oh shit! You're going to make me cum!!" Liz cried out as she felt two of my fingers slide inside her and began stroking along her g-spot.

She used both hands to squeeze and knead her soft breasts while pinching her hard nipples, whilst my tongue was now doing what it did against her engorged clitoris. She pulled me closer into her as hard as she could, her whole body convulsing as orgasm after orgasm exploded throughout her teenage body, and her warm juices spilled out onto my grateful tongue. I felt her body spaz in pleasure, her juices leaking out of her, into my mouth and over my face.

"Ohhh please, I need it now, please fuck me!!" she moaned to me with an urgent look of want and desire in her eyes. Reaching down in between our sweat covered bodies, I grasped my penis and aligned it with her tight cunt. Her legs spread open wider, inviting my cock to enter her.

She pulled me down between her legs and as I rotated my hips backwards, and finally drove my cock slowly into her sopping hole, feeling her inner cunt muscles gripping the head and first few inches of my tool. To my surprise she was incredibly tight, which only made the feeling of her clamping around my naked cock all the more pleasurable.

"Aiiii, unghhh, oh God, holy shit that's amazing!" she wailed as she felt my cock start to fuck her incredibly tight pussy. 

I began to pound into Liz a lot faster now as she began to thrust back up against me. I kissed her deeply and then looked into her eyes, holding her entire body up with my super strong arms. I began to pound my member into her faster and faster, grinding my hips against hers, my balls slapping against her thick ass as my entire cock was now balls deep inside her heavenly warm hole.

Liz was crying out in pleasure, grabbing my ass now and holding me deep inside her. She was moaning with soft cries in her voice, unable to contain the constant pounding my cock was giving needy cunt. Her limbs twitched as she began to cum, my hips keeping perfectly still thus allowing her to ride out her orgasm in her own time. 

As Liz's juices began to pour onto my cock, I blew my load inside her. We both take a moment to catch our breath as we're lying down on the gym floor completely naked and drenched in our own juices and sweat. 

Liz looks me in the eyes and says, "So, same time tomorrow night?" 

The end.