0 comments/ 4149 views/ 7 favorites An Empty Gym Pt. 01 By: ChicagoMMA It's been a very long day for Elle. Nonstop meetings at the architecture firm where she works. Thankfully, she got out at 4, which gives her time to hit the gym on her way to daycare to pick up her 4-month-old boy, Charlie. She pulls into the parking lot in the pouring rain, grabs her bag, and makes a run for it, managing not to get too wet. The gym clerk gives her a little smirk, and Elle thinks maybe she's wearing her stressful day on her face. Relax, she thinks, this is your time for yourself. When she walks into the locker room and is greeted by the full-length mirror she realizes with horror that the clerk was reacting to Elle's shirt. Though the rain had splattered her outfit with wet droplets here and there, there were two large wet spots over her breasts running down her blouse. Her milk-filled breasts were leaking like faucets. Elle was generally proud that she was able to breastfeed her son exclusively. It had been a hard path, especially trying to pump every day at work, and several times she considered switching to formula. But the benefits of breast milk were widely known, and she really enjoyed the bond she had with her boy from all his feeding sessions. Plus, her breasts had grown from a D cup to an E cup and she enjoyed flaunting her new asset. That is unless her asset betrayed her... Shit! When did I last pump? Elle thought, realizing it had been before lunch - nearly six hours. She ran to a secluded alcove of lockers and stripped her soaked top off, her breasts barely moving. They were rock hard and engorged. Maybe if I can just hand express a little to get through my workout, then when I go pick up Charlie he will eat and it'll be fine, she justified. She slipped into a shower and took off her black work bra, then firmly massaged until streams of milk started to spray the shower wall. When she felt a little less full, she wiped the wall with her bra and dashed back to her locker, topless. She quickly pulled on her leggings, sports bra, and tank top. Elle headed out into the gym to the elliptical, then thought better of all that bouncing and decided to start with free weights. She picked up two 5 lb weights and started some squats, checking her form (and her breasts) in the mirror. That's when she noticed him... As Mike headed into the gym, he knew his day had to get better. Non-stop meetings, pressure from his boss, employees not wanting to work. The gym was his sanctuary. As soon as he tied on the wraps and strapped on the gloves, the world melted away around him. As he walked to the locker room, he thought he noticed someone out of the corner of his eye but he chalked it up to being tired. In the locker room, the haze started to lift as he changed into gym clothes from his well-tailored suit. His body was kept hard by a regular diet and, at least, an hour of MMA and boxing every day. However, this regular regimen had it's downsides. Between a 9-10 hour workday, 2 hours of MMA, and a regular diet and sleep schedule, he didn't have the time or energy to meet someone. Work was his home and the gym his second home. The last woman he had been on a date with had been a blind date set up by his coworker and he ended up having to leave their date early to go to work, something she did not appreciate. As Mike walked with purpose to the heavy bags, he happened to glance to his right at the free weight rows. Alone in the area, was a woman about his age. She was beautiful, but what attracted him most was the heaving, fleshy tits. He just wanted to grab them. In a moment of self-control, he went to the bags, his attention still on the mystery woman. He tried to hit the bag and get her out of his head but it wasn't working. She was still there, each heavy breath lifting those enormous breasts. Each squat accentuating her breasts and shapely ass. He knew it wasn't going to work. Stripping off his gloves and wraps, he moved closer to her and picked up some weights of his own. Elle saw the man glance her way a few times from the boxing bags. Am I leaking already? She wondered self-consciously, checking herself in the mirror. Her breasts were getting full again, she could tell by the way they seemed to be spilling out the top of her tank, but no leaking just yet. She could continue her set. As she continued her toning routine with lunges she saw him approach. Elle was trying not to stare but she just couldn't help herself. She snuck a few glances in the mirror when she thought he wasn't looking, but every time he seemed to be looking at her. This guy was hot. Clearly he spent a lot of time here, every muscle on him was well defined. His broad shoulders drew her eye downward to his flat abs, and further, where she could only get the slightest hint of his package through his loose shorts. There hadn't been much time for the gym lately, as her hectic life as a single mom rarely left her with a moment alone. And forget dating - she had no time to meet people, and even if she did she had few people to leave Charlie with while she went out. Only her sister, who lived in the suburbs with her own little family, seemed to be interested in Elle's love life and was constantly setting her up on dates that Elle ended up having to cut short since the daycare closed at 7 pm. They gym today was Elle's way of taking back some small part of her life... And yet as she lunged in front of the mirror next to this Adonis she realized what she really wanted was to take back her sex life. Elle felt a warmth building between her legs, and she tried to ignore it and finish her set. But his bulging shoulders made her knees tremble at the thought of being swept up in them, and she faltered a little mid-lunge. Mike had been vacillating between talking to her long enough when suddenly he saw her plant one foot wrong and start to fall. Rushing over, he grabbed her by her back, looking deep into her brilliant, blue eyes. "You're lucky I was there, you could have been seriously hurt. Here's some water, are you feeling dizzy?" Her well-being was the first thing on his mind but being this close to her, he couldn't help but feel aroused. His cock slowly hardened and suddenly he became aware of the gym staff walking over to check on her. "She's fine, just missed a step when she was finishing off her lunges. Could you grab me some ice and a compression wrap?" His voice was used to giving orders and that tone was clearly visible. The gym employee brought over the supplies as Mike sat her down on the bench and elevated her leg. He eased the ice around her ankle and wrapped it deftly in the compression bandage. "Can I help you to the locker room to collect your things?" Elle was flustered. She couldn't believe she had slipped up like that! Her ankle felt tender but this man's attention was helping her ignore the pain. She just hoped her arousal wasn't too obvious, especially with him so close and her leg in his strong hands. The way he took charge of the situation, that tone in his voice that she couldn't quite place... She wanted him even more. Looking at him but speaking loud enough for the gym employee to hear, she said slowly, "I would appreciate your help if they will let you come in the women's locker with me. The gym seems pretty empty right now." She tried to keep her voice even, but the idea of his body against hers in the seclusion of the lockers had anchored itself in her mind and wouldn't go away. The gym employee looked around and saw the dearth of people at that hour and figured it would be okay, plus he really didn't want to have to explain to his boss why he was in the women's locker room. He followed Mike and Elle towards the bathroom and then put an out of order sign on the outside to prevent anyone barging in. Elle glanced behind her as she saw the door close behind them. "I'm Elle," she said, reaching out her hand to the muscular man walking just a step behind her. Mike grabbed her hand, harder than she expected. She looked up into his eyes and saw a raw hunger there. He pulled her into him, feeling her heaving breasts push against his chest. He knew he needed this woman. He needed her now. And he could see in her eyes that she wanted him, desperately. She wanted to be taken. He slid his hand under her top, groping her breasts under the strained fabric. A slight squeeze of the nipple brought forth a rush of fluid. Mike pulled her top up to check and saw a slight dribble of milk still. "Are you lactating?" "Umm... uhh... yes, I am," Elle stammered, looking down at her damp shirt, seeing the outlines of his hand over her flesh. Without another word, Mike lowered his head and began sucking on Elle's breasts. Alternating between both, each nibble, each pull, bringing more milk into his hungry mouth. His moans of desire just seemed to grow with each switch. ***** Written in collaboration with milkmaid31 An Empty Gym Pt. 02 "Ohh yes, please drink me," Elle groaned, lost in the surprising intimacy and hunger of this perfect stranger. Leaning back against the tile wall, she pulled his head closer into her leaking bosom, wrapping one leg up and around his hip to draw him into her with every limb she had free. Mike knew she wanted this as much as he did. He picked her up easily and carried her over to the locker room bench, laying her down gently, never taking his mouth off her nipples. He slid her pants slowly down, catching her panties under his thumbs as well. Elle arched her back and pressed her hips up towards him as he continued to undress her. She looked around, realizing how exposed she would be if the gym were to reopen the lockers. She was totally nude beneath this man as he hovered over her. Seeing his muscles bulging with his rush of testosterone, she pushed aside her thoughts and focused on feeling every moment. Mike slowly lowered himself onto Elle, their bodies melting together. He quickly eased his shirt off and saw how hard his cock had become under his gym shorts. It lightly teased against Elle's soaking wet pussy through the thin fabric, leaving a little wet spot of her sex on his shorts. She sat up, suddenly hungry to taste his thick cock, focused intently on the bulge that had been bumping against her this whole time. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, she pressed her tits to the crotch of his shorts, expressing a little milk to dribble down and wet him further. She continued pressing against him as she reached for the waistband of his shorts and slid them down. Mike knew he was in her control. She was intently staring at his hard cock, her eyes locked on to the thick, bulbous head. A drop of precum slowly appeared and she licked her lips. Her hand reaching forward to rub the bead over the head of his cock. Mike groaned, her soft hands enveloping his hard cock. He kissed her hard on the lips, mixing the taste of his mouth with her sweet milk, their tongues forcing their way into each others' mouths. He lifted his lips off of hers and uttered a guttural "Suck it" Elle's eyes grew wide; she loved the way he commanded her. His low forceful tone made her twitch deep in her cunt. She obediently moved her mouth down over his shaft, enveloping his cock and sucking it deep into her mouth immediately. No warning, no teasing kisses or licks. She was on a mission to please him. She gripped the base of his cock with one hand and fondled his balls with the other while she bobbed on his hard shaft, saliva dripping down to her hands. Her tits were leaking and dribbling down her body, down to her pussy, and forming a small puddle beneath her. As she sucked she looked up at him with her blue eyes, his cock stretching her thick lips wide, and she smiled a little seeing him totally lost in the pleasures of her warm mouth. Mike couldn't help but gasp every time she took his cock in. Her warm, wet mouth seemed to form a seal around his cock. And her constantly dribbling the spit, dripping down her engorged tits, mixing with her milk, just seemed to push all his buttons. He knew he couldn't hold out much more. He grabbed the back of her head and fucked her face. He felt his cock hit the back of her mouth, almost reaching into her throat. Her eyes bulging out and the strains of her breath as he filled her mouth. He was close, he knew it. He wanted to cum all over her. He pulled out of her mouth, grabbed the back of her head by her hair and leaned it back, and stroked his cock. He came in jets. The first spraying across her face, the next few over her tits. Mike leaned back and watched as the cum dripped down her tits. Mixing with the milk, it formed a sticky cream that ran down her body in tiny rivers and mixed in the puddle. Mike couldn't believe he was still hard, this woman had that effect on him. Elle kneeled, her thighs spread wide, a small puddle forming below her pussy of both their juices and her milk. She couldn't believe how much she had loved his orgasm, how thoroughly she wanted it. She looked down at her messy tits, ran a finger through the cream he had left on her, and put it in her mouth. She wanted to taste him, all of him. She was addicted. Without tilting up her head, her eyes looked up at him, her finger still between her thick lips. "Thank you, that was delicious". She was panting a little from the excitement. Mike knew he wasn't done with her. He picked her up easily, carrying her into the shower. He warmed it up as he looked into her eyes again, the lust still bubbling to the surface. He grabbed the hand shower and used it to wash the last of his semen and her milk off her, scrubbing her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. He took the tool further down, washing her stomach, hand following the wand, washing away the remnants of the day, till he finally reached her pussy. Using the wand, he ran the warm water over her aching pussy as he slipped one finger inside her. He put the wand back above them as he kissed her juicy lips, slipping yet another finger inside her tight, wet pussy. He turned her around, pressing her tits against the cold tile as he looped his arm around her and kept fingering her dripping pussy. Elle was blinded with lust - she barely registered the shower, the warm water, but her body was electrified as his fingers invaded her pussy. She arched her back, pressing against his hand, feeling her wetness slide down her thighs. Her open mouth and wide eyes staring up at the ceiling, every muscle taut, as he invaded her and brought her closer and closer to her own orgasm. She spread her legs as wide as she could and stood on tiptoe, her leaking tits dripping down the shower wall. Her hands gripped his muscular arm around her torso, her nails pressing into him, as she moaned like an animal. He slid his fingers out with a pop from her tight pussy. He bent her over ever so slightly and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy, teasing his head over her lips. She glanced back, wiggling towards him, not caring that he was bare, not caring that twenty minutes ago she didn't even know he existed. All she cared about was having him, being filled with him. She moaned again in impatience as he made her wait for his cock. Mike could feel the heat off of her, her impatience was perceptible every time she tried to piston herself on his hard cock, but he wanted her to wait. He finally relented and pushed her against the tile just as he slammed his cock into her inviting pussy. Her slickness allowing him to bury his cock inside her, feeling her pussy tighten around his cock. "Ohh, yes!" Elle cried out, before clamping a hand over her own mouth, thinking anyone could hear her if she made too much noise. "Relax," the man bent forward to whisper against her neck, "the shower is muffling your moaning." At the feel of his hot breath and the vibration of his low voice on her neck, she shivered with pleasure. Her nipples stood erect on her tits, and she pushed back against him, wanting every inch of him to fill her. It seemed that the more Mike filled Elle, the more he felt he needed her. He couldn't understand how this woman who he only knew the first name had captivated him so much. His thoughts were quickly pushed aside when Elle impaled herself on his thick cock and let out a long moan, he grabbed her hips, lifting her off, and then pushing her back down again. Mike reached around and grabbed her heaving tits, twisting and squeezing her nipples one at a time. Elle could feel she was close to cumming. He was milking her huge tits, sending arcs of milk out with each squeeze. They splashed against the wall in front of her. "Fuck I am going to cum!" she said in a low urgent breath, reaching to put her hand over one of his, the other hand bracing herself against the milk-covered wall, needing to hold on to something. She felt like she was going to split apart with her orgasm. Mike felt Elle gripping his cock harder in her pussy and knew her orgasm was rolling over her, he kept thrusting into her, slowing his pace, but not the intensity. This woman brought out the dominant personality in him and seemed to encourage it. He reached around and lightly grazed over her clit, wetting his finger with her juices and then rubbing it ever so gently. Her cum drenched his cock and finger and he lifted it back to taste and then turned her head, kissing her on the lips, mixing his saliva with her cum. Mike turned off the shower and led Elle over to the bench, lying down on the bench, and positioning her over his cock, lowering her slightly onto himself. As her pussy slowly stretched around his head, he thrust in quickly, burying himself again inside her. This elicited another moan and Mike reached up to grab Elle's hair, pulling it as he fucked her. Elle's head flew back and her back arched as he pulled her hair and thrust his cock up into her. Her mind was reeling, she could still taste her pussy on her lips from his deep wet kiss. Who is this man, she thought, I need him inside me for the rest of the evening. Her body was still pulsing from her orgasm, and her pussy leaking more juice all over his crotch and her thighs as she spread her legs above him. She reached up to knead her tits, and milk began to spray, splashing him in the face and chest while he fucked her. She looked down at his messy, bulging muscles and wanted to lick him clean so badly. But she felt an overwhelming urge to obey him, and right now his hand was still tangled in her damp hair. She locked eyes with him and licked her lips hungrily. Mike saw this lust-filled woman and couldn't stop staring. He just met her 30 minutes ago and she was here, impaled on his cock and begging for more. Her constant squeezing of her pussy around his cock was driving him wild, and closer to the edge. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, but he couldn't bring himself to take his cock out. He wanted to fill her with his cum. Claim her as his. Mike could feel it rising from his swollen balls, he pushed her down once more as the first spurt went deep inside her, the next filling her pussy with his cum as she leaned down and rested on his, their breath ragged and uneven from the hard pounding. Mike kissed Elle hard and held her, she was amazing. Elle sighed happily, feeling his cum warm and deep inside her, as he slowly slid out of her and her gaping pussy pulsed. She nestled against his milk-covered chest, peeking up at him as their breathing began to slow. "Mmmm... so, I didn't catch your name, before." Mike slowly stood up and said "Sir will do for now. Planet Fitness tomorrow, same time." ***** Written in collaboration with milkmaid31.