1 comments/ 13448 views/ 7 favorites Gym Work By: Ashson I was at the gymnasium one evening. It was a Tuesday, and the gym is notoriously underused on Tuesdays. I don't know why, it just happens that way. This evening there were only a few people there, with me being the only woman. There were four men there. Three of them were standard gym rats. The fourth was a stranger and he looked as though he was a bit tough. Did I say he looked a bit tough? I do tend to downplay things at times. This guy looked like a complete thug, the sort of guy mobsters would send around to put the frighteners on other frighteners. I'm not sure what it was about him, he wasn't scarred or anything, but he was frightening. He was also watching me, I was sure of it. I didn't actually see him deliberately looking at me but I could feel it. It didn't matter where I was in the gym. He always seemed to have moved to another machine where I was in his line of sight. It became a little nerve-wracking after a while. It wasn't that he was making moves on me or doing anything overt, it was just that he always seemed to be there. I flicked a quick glance at the gym-rats, just wondering if they'd be of any help if I needed it. The answer, I decided, was a resounding no. The tough looked as though he'd eat them alive and look around for seconds. I am of the firm belief that if you're in an uncomfortable situation, get out of there. I am not one of those women who finish up getting assaulted because they were stupid enough to start quoting their rights and waving the women's lib banner. If there was likely to be trouble I wanted to be watching it on TV, thank you very much. I finished of my exercises on the current machine and then headed over to the change room. A quick shower and I'd be out of there. I was peeling off my leotard almost from the moment I walked into the change room, stepping out of it and tossing it onto the bench next to my locker. I was standing there in my gym bra and panties and I got a hell of a shock. The tough was in the change room. He'd followed me in and was leaning against the wall next to the door, watching me. I just froze on the sport, petrified, eyes wide, looking at him. "I want you," he said. He had quite a nice voice, surprisingly enough. He looked as though his voice should sound like rocks rasping together, but he had a pleasant baritone. For some reason that nice quiet voice (he didn't speak loudly) made him seem all the more scary. "I - I'll scream," I said weakly. Fat lot of good that would do. I'd already decided that the gym-rats would be useless and I couldn't see the staff fairing much better. Still, he probably wouldn't want to be too blatant about what he did. "Really?" he said, sounding surprised. "Ah, why?" Why? "Are you kidding? You burst in here and threaten me and you wonder why I want to scream?" "Ah, I actually walked quietly through the door and leant against the wall to present an unthreatening appearance. All I said was that I want you. You must be used to men thinking you to be very desirable. Why would you think that was a threat?" "I'm in the woman's change room and you're in here suggesting that you want me. I'm not going to submit quietly to being raped. I'll fight and scream my head off." "And so you should. Rape is reprehensible. I wouldn't dream of doing it myself. Ah, feel free to continue to get undressed. Female nudity doesn't bother me. In fact I quite like looking at it." "Why the hell would I take of my clothes with you standing there?" I asked, feeling outraged. I also felt that I was losing track of this conversation. "Well, it's a lot easier to have your shower if you get undressed first. I assume you were going to have a shower." "Ah, yes, but. . ." I started, but he cut me off. "There you are, then. You need to get undressed before you have it. And the clothes would get in the way of the sex, anyway." "I have no intention of having sex with you," I said quickly. "Why not?" "I just don't want to. I feel that you're threatening me." "I'm not. I'm just letting you know that I want you and am feeling eager to take you and feel your silky body wrapped around me, feeling the pleasure I can give you, giving me pleasure in return." "And am I allowed to say no to this delightful offer," I asked, a tinge of sarcasm in my voice. I still wasn't sure that he wouldn't rape me. "Well you're allowed to, I guess, but think of what you'd be missing out on. And think of how disappointed I'd be. You don't want to disappoint me do you?" For a walking gorilla he actually managed to sound like a hurt little boy. I actually felt a tinge of guilt until I recalled what he wanted me to do. "You're not quite all there," I sniped. "Has that corny line ever worked? Perhaps against a halfwit?" "Never tried it before," he said. "It's just that you seemed so right for me that I had to at least make the effort." "So all I have to do is say no and you'll go away?" "Yes and no." "What do you mean yes and no? It can't be both." "Yes it can. If you say no it means I don't get sex but it doesn't mean I'll go away. I'd probably stay here and watch you shower, looking lost and pitiful, to see if you'd change your mind." I did a face palm at that. Did he really think I was going to finish getting undressed with him standing there watching? That would be asking for trouble. I should have known better than to take my eyes off him. When I put my hand over my face he moved. "Do you need some help with these? I like undressing women. It's much like unwrapping a Christmas present. One is eager to see what you're getting." Before I could say yes, no, or get the hell away, you creep, he was sliding my panties down. Not just pushing them down but taking them right down to my ankles and then lifting my ankles to take them right off. I was now standing there blushing, my hands crossed in front of me. "Stop it," I squeaked. "What do you think you're doing?" "Helping you take your clothes off," he said, the tone of his voice implying that it should be obvious. "I didn't say you could do that," I half wailed at him. "You didn't say I couldn't," he said. "Lift your arms." The reason for that was because he'd started pulling my bra up. My breasts were already bouncing free and he was waiting for me to lift my arms so he could take it right off. Seeing not lifting my arms wouldn't help at all, my breasts already on display, I reluctantly lifted my arms, watching my bra go, leaving me naked. "You don't seriously think I'm going to agree to have sex with you, do you?" A hand slipped lightly across my breasts, and I could feel my nipples standing out. Another hand was brushing against my mons, lightly pressing it. "You don't need to agree," he murmured. "I tend to take agreement for granted. Unless you hurry up and specifically tell me no and to back off then you'll find that I'm taking you." At that moment I heard his trousers going down. I looked down and gasped. Oh my god. I hastily looked up. A couple of big hands closed over my bottom, pulling me against him. My god. I could feel that thing pressing against me. I had to stop him. If I didn't he was going to use that thing on me. My tummy was curling inside. From fear, I was certain. It couldn't possibly be lust. He let me go and I hastily put some space between us. I was breathing hard. Just nervousness, I assured myself. He calmly stripped his t shirt off and he was now standing naked in front of me. Oh, my. He still looked a complete thug but there was a certain charisma to him. Or was the size of that weapon warping my feelings? His hands cupped my breasts again, stroking them, exciting them. His hands started sliding down and around, clasping my bottom again, pulling me against him. I was supposed to be saying no. If I didn't say no he was going to have sex with me. I opened my mouth and stuttered, saying nothing. What the hell was wrong with me? He picked me up. Just like that his hands tightened over my bottom and lifted and I just rose straight up off the floor. My god he was strong. My hands promptly clutched onto his shoulders to prevent myself falling. He bounced me on his hands slightly, managing to part my legs while he did so. Oh god, I could feel his cock, pressing against me. He was really doing it. I was shaking my head from side to side as his cock pressed harder, any moment now and he was going to be in me. I'd be sliding down onto him, totally screwed. I guess shaking my head wasn't the same as verbally saying no. I could feel him sliding up into me, pressing deeper. I hastily wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to hold myself up and off him. That's what I told myself, anyway. It was just an unhappy coincidence that the new position turned out to make it easier for him to penetrate me. He just kept on coming, pushing deeper and deeper, and I could feel my passage happily yielding to him. I couldn't believe this was happening. I'd explained to him that I wasn't interested yet somehow I was clinging to him with his cock firmly inserted inside me. Very firmly inserted. It felt like I was sitting on a flagpole. A hot, throbbing flagpole. I'll swear I could feel the beating of his heart vibrating into me via his erection. You want to know what I found especially irritating? The damn man didn't have to use any force. I'd argued with him before he took my clothes off, while he took my clothes off, and after he took my clothes off, but somehow or other he just brushed all that aside and took me. It would be a lot easier to understand if I'd protested and fought, squealing no, no, no, but I hadn't even managed to get out the single no needed to stop him. Now look at me. There was a lightly padded bench on one side of the change room. My thug, I didn't even know his name, just strolled over to the bench, me bouncing on his cock with every step. Deliberately, I'm quite sure of it. I'd seen him moving around the gym and he just seemed to glide from spot to spot, but now he was walking in such a way that I was jolted with each step. It was awesome. Regarding his name, I was damned if I was going to ask him what it was. As far as I was concerned, if a man is ravishing me, he should have the courtesy to tell me who he is. Sort of like, "Hi. I'm Jim. I'll be your ravisher tonight." Waiters do it. Why not him? Regarding the ravishing. OK, so I didn't actually say no. I guess that means it's not ravishment. What do you call it when he just walks up, picks you up, and plonks you down on his cock? Damned if I know. Anyway, getting back to the subject at hand, or up my vagina, in this case, he plodded over to the padded bench and dumped me on it, making sure not to lose contact while he did so. Once I was comfortably laid on my back, looking up at him, he winked and went to town. He pulled back and came thundering back into me, while I squealed and pushed sharply up to meet him. I'd barely finished pushing up and I was finding him pulling back and the next thrust starting. Thank god for gym work. It kept me fit, in top condition, able to handle a man who seemed determined to beat me to death internally with a cock that could double as a police baton. He drove in repeatedly, non-stop, relishing his work. I was working overtime to keep up with him and, ok, I'll admit it, I found the whole thing immensely exciting. All too often men treat you as though you're made of glass and might break or cry if they get too energetic. This didn't worry my thug. He just saw me as a woman who could service his needs and he was making sure that he got the full service. For all his energetic performance he also took his time, which seemed a bit of a contradiction. He was still going long after I thought he was ready to blow, which surprised me somewhat. I haven't had many lovers but I've always been able to judge when they're ready to go. With my thug, I'd think he was ready, and then things would seem to die down a little before picking up again. It took a few recurrences for me to twig. The rotten sod was deliberately slowing down at critical points to allow his gonads to cool off, letting him keep on going. Meanwhile, poor little me was raised to a fine pitch of excitement and left hanging there while he extended his playtime. I was twisting about under him, dying to explode, just waiting for him to get on with it. There was no way I was going to ask him to finish it off. I'd rather die. No, I wouldn't rather die. I'd rather kill him. "Finish it, you selfish bastard," I screamed. "Finish it or I'll fucking kill you." "Aah, you're ready are you?" he asked, while I seethed and bucked under him. "Let me see if I can help you out." Oh gawd, could he ever help me out. He gave a couple of sharp thrusts and I lost it, bucking frantically, clinging to him as I shuddered with the violence of my feelings, feeling him relaxing his control and enjoying his own climax. Afterwards he walked me over to the shower and pushed me under it, joining me there. "I can wash myself," I snapped at him as he proceeded to wash me as though I was a child. "No, you can't," he calmly replied. "You're going to be busy washing me. Hop to it." So we finished up washing each other, which was something different. After that we dried each other and got dressed. Would you believe he had the nerve to stroll out of the women's change room into the reception area with me, raising the eyebrows of the staff in the area, although after one look at him they didn't say anything? "Wait here," he said and ducked into the men's change room. Like an idiot, I waited. Then he was back and escorting me out of the building. "Do you have a car?" he asked and I admitted to possessing such a devise. "Good," he said. "I came by taxi. Just asked the driver to drop me at a gym and he picked this one. You can give me a lift." That goes to show why I hate taxi drivers. He could have taken him to a gym on the other side of town, so why hadn't he? "Where do you want to go?" I asked, figuring if I didn't agree he'd argue with me until I was giving him the keys and walking myself. "That depends," he said, looking thoughtful. "If you live alone I'll accept a lift to your place. Otherwise you'd better let me off at my hotel." "You're mad. Do you expect me to take you to my place when I don't even know your name?" "It's Ian," he said calmly. "Shall we go?" Why not? I knew his name, after all. I wondered what the night would bring. Gym Workout It was the weekend and that night had been slower than most, so I decided to go the gym. The cool night air was refreshing on my skin. I entered the gym, and saw that it was empty, except that some one was using the exercise bike. I went into the changing room and took the clothes off my 5'5 body, then taking my bra off my 'C' cup breasts, then removing my panties, to reveal my bald pussy, before changing into my swimsuit. I went out to where the exercise machines were kept, and I started my workout. I saw this beautiful woman, and soon our eyes were locked, and I noticed that was Shannon from work, we greeted each other with a friendly smile. She had been riding the bike like there was no tomorrow. Her breathing was heavy, but regular and sweat running down her cheeks. After a few hours of exercising, I made my way to the showers. With a tired smile, I peeled off my swimsuit, and then moved into the shower area. The shower was blessing empty, I hated showering when there were a lot of women, I've never really liked it, makes me feel self conscious I guess. Turning up the heat I closed my eyes and ducked my head under the stream of water. One of the most glorious feelings in the world, hot water running over your taut body after a workout. The sound of the door closing roused me from my soak. I pushed my hair back and opened my eyes to see Shannon walking in. She was another who frequently worked out late, and who I had got to know, quite well. She smiled and began to remove her clothing. She was a beautiful woman. She stood approximately 5'3, long blond hair, firm round breasts and shapely legs. It was easy to tell from looking at her that she was a confident woman. She walked with authority and assurance and never seemed timid or shy. Shannon took the spout next to mine and immediately ducked her head under the water with a big smile. Bending down I picked up my shampoo bottle and dapped a small amount on to my hands and began to lather. I winced as I scrubbed behind my head; I had twisted my neck funny during one of the weight training exercises. "Did you hurt yourself?" Shannon asked. "I'm not sure, I think I just twisted it funny, that's all." I replied. "Here, let me take a look." Shannon suggested. She was a physiotherapist and was usually consulted by quite a few of the members for minor aches and pains. Although I suspected that some of the reason for that was Shannon herself and not so much her expertise. "Sure, but I don't think it's anything serious." I answered. Shannon moved up behind me, I could feel the heat of her body as she moved closer and I suppressed a shiver as her hands touched my neck. She gently moved my hair to the side and began to lightly press on the back of my neck, all the while watching for reaction to pain. After searching around and having me point out areas that were a little soar she began to massage the back for my neck and shoulders. I moaned quietly as her hands kneaded and pressed on my shoulder blades. She moved closer and I could feel her breasts pressing against my back, her nipples were hard against my skin. The hot water continued to cascade over us as I leaned into her massaging hands. Slowly, her hands moved down my back, massaging all the way. Her thumbs dipped down to lightly brush against my tailbone. I could feel the excitement building inside me and struggled to control my breathing so as not to give away my true feelings. As her thumbs pressed on either side of my spine, her fingertips feathered lightly on the sides of my waist and stomach. Slowly her hands began to move back up until she was level with the bottom of my breasts. Slowly and deliberately, she moved closer behind me and her hands moved under my breasts, cupping softly underneath. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. Taking her cue from that admission, Shannon began to kiss the back of my neck while softly kneading my beasts. Running her hands down my belly, she tickled and teased her way to just above my pussy and then moved her hands around to the back and cupped my bottom. Turning me around slowly, she pressed her lips to mine. Kissing a woman was not like I expected it would be. It was softer somehow than kissing a man, more sensuous and slower. Our tongues danced with each other and she pulled me closer to her. My hands moved up to cup her breasts and the gently rubbed my thumbs over her nipples, eliciting a soft moan of delight from her lips. Prodded on by the sound (as I've always been), I moved my mouth to her budding nipple and began to swirl my tongue around it. Taking the tip in my mouth I began to suck, first softly and then harder as her moans escalated. We slowly sank to the shower floor as I continued my exploration of her body, making my slow way down her belly. When I reached her lower belly, I switched my progress and moved my attentions to her taut calves and thighs. As my searching tongue made it's way closer to her pussy, her breathing became harder and faster. Her moans became close to whimpers as I moved in and lightly touched my tongue to her throbbing clit. Flicking gently at first I tested out the feel of her juices on my tongue. Lifting her legs up to allow myself further access I covered her pussy with my mouth, licking out the juices there and tonguing her now hard nub. Her body shook as I explored, alternating between aggressive, thrusting type licks to soft, sensuous tastes. I slowly inserted one finger inside her hot pussy, feeling her muscles contract slightly against my finger. I inserted another and began to move them in and out in slow motions, instinctively she began to rock her body against my fingers and I went back to my feasting. Her body began to shake and her moans began groans and whimpers all mixed in to one as her climax built. She arched against me and I grabbed her cheeks and held her pussy to my lips and tongue as she began to cum. Her muscles contracted and began to spill her juices on to my face. I eagerly licked them off and held her until she subsided with a sigh. Slowly lowering her body to the floor I held my face up to the water and let it run over me. Savouring for one more moment the feel of my tongue against her clit. Moving my head out of the water I looked her in the eye... and smiled. She returned the smile and we stood up to rinse off. "Would you like to come back to my place with me?" she asked. "Yeah, why not!" I replied. And with that invitation, we finished showering quickly, and dried each other and got dressed and I got into my car and followed her to her apartment. Gym Workout I travel in my job so I try and seek out a gym close to where I am staying. Because I have to eat out quite a bit I like to stay in shape if I can. I found a gym a few blocks away from the hotel where I was staying. After a late meeting had ended I drove over to the gym that I had found. It was probably 10pm by the time I arrived there. The place was almost empty, only one other guy was there, besides the front desk clerk. I lifted a few free weights and did a few machines. I finished in about an hour's time and then I decided to get cleaned up. When I went into the showers there was the one guy I saw working out besides me. He was a young guy with blonde hair. He was soaping up when I turned on the shower head that was next to him. This guy was tall and thin and he had very little body hair. I couldn't help but notice his long, thin cock dangling between his legs. I am a straight man with a wife and kids, but my eyes were drawn to this young guy. I started to run the water over my body and to began to soap myself as well. As I stood there, my blonde friend had the bar of soap squirt from his hands. He bent over to pick it up. That was when I caught the sight of his balls and cock. I wasn't sure what was happening to myself. I think I was actually getting a bit excited staring at his naked body. My friend picked up his soap and continued to clean himself. It wasn't but a few seconds until the soap escaped from his hands once more. The bar shot right over to my feet. I picked it up and took a few steps to hand it back to him. My blonde friend thanked me. It was then that I took a step I can barely believe I took. I offered to soap my friend's back for him, if he liked. He said sure and turned his back to me. I was there, just a few inches from him, rubbing the soap all over his backside. I felt my cock starting to stiffen. I must have been so close that my cock actually rubbed across his asscheeks. My friend's body tightened up a bit, but he didn't pull away. It was then I started to slide my cock lightly up and down his asscrack. I felt my blonde friend press back against me. I could barely believe I was doing this in a public shower. I then made my move. I wrapped my arm around his waist. My cockhead was nuzzled at his opening. He didn't pull away. It was then I pushed my cock hard up into his ass passage. My blonde friend's body tightened up. It was then I started to stroke him. I ground my hardness into his tight hole. I was pumping hard into his ass, nearly lifting him off his feet. My lover was moaning and he started to urge me to go harder. I was lost in fucking now, pumping his hole with my stiff prick. It might have seemed like we were fucking a long time, but it was only just a few minutes when I felt my nuts tighten up. I couldn't hold back anymore. I blasted his ass with a hot load of my seed. I just kept driving my cock into him until I felt like I didn't have anymore cum left in me. My cock slipped out and we let the water spray over us once more. When we both went out to the locker room, I found out my blonde lover's name was Matt. He told me he was a student at a local university nearby. He liked to workout late in the day to avoid the crowded atmosphere. He certainly hadn't planned for what happened either. He just saw me naked in the shower stall and had been turned on by my naked body. That was when he dropped the soap. We got dressed and he followed me back to my hotel room. We went directly to the bed and got undressed. It was there that we really discovered each other's bodies. We were entwined, rolling around on the mattress. We kissed and fondled each other. Matt had managed to roll me over and was lying on top of me. He was between my legs as he looked directly into my face. I could feel his stiff member against my belly. It was then that Matt slowly lifted up my legs by the ankles. I couldn't believe what was about to happen. Matt positioned his mushroom head at my ass and then pushed hard into me. I screamed out from the pain, but Matt had buried half of his cock into my virgin hole. My blonde lover then fed me the rest of his hard meat. He ploughed my ass without worrying about how it might have felt. It felt as if someone shoved a baseball bat up my ass. Matt then fucked me hard. He loosened me up by circling his shaft around inside me. I eventually got my legs free and scissored Matt around his waist. He then fucked me as hard as he could manage. Matt fed his long cock into my hole and made me take every hard inch he possessed. It seemed like I was begging him to stop but I am not sure now. Either way, Matt took me like a bitch in heat. I was his and he knew it. There was no escaping. He rammed his cock into me for the longest time. He then let out a yell. "I can't hold it, I'm cumming!" Matt then shot one scalding wad of cum into me after another. I felt this burning sensation in my bowels. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced before. I wanted every drop that he had in him. Matt proceeded to fill me until his seed was leaking down my asshole. My lover was on top of me trying to catch his breath, just as I was doing the same. After a few minutes Matt pulled away from me. He looked down at my crotch and lifted my cock in his hand. He brought my cockhead to his lips and then inhaled me. I pushed my hips forward and fed him my cock. Matt sucked me like there was no tomorrow. It was the best blowjob I could recall ever having. No female ever paid this much attention to my stiff cock. He flicked his tongue all over the head and then deep throated me repeatedly. My cock was coated with all of Matt's saliva when I finally shot a geyser of cum down his throat. Matt never pulled off of me. He drank every drop I spewed out from the tip of my cock. After this we were both exhausted and we collapsed and fell asleep together. When we awoke it was almost daybreak. Matt had classes to attend and I had to be on my way home. We exchanged phone numbers and I told Matt I would be back in the area in a couple of months. He wanted to get together again and so did I. After a week or so at home I was out of sorts. My wife noticed that there was something bothering me. I just passed it off as pressure at work. I love my wife and kids, but I was obsessing about my lover, Matt. I just couldn't get him off my mind. Matt called me a few times and told me the same thing. He was thinking about me constantly and he wanted to make love again. It was really hard to hear this young guy telling me how much he needed to be fucked. It is still many weeks until I can get back to Matt's town. I worry that he might get too horny and find someone else to love. I know it is madness, but I need to get back to my blonde lover soon. Gym Workout I work shift work so the hours that I'm at gym vary widely. I'd roll up there morning, afternoon or late evening, all depending on what shift I was currently on. For the current week I'm at the gym very late in the evening, a time most gym users are long gone. Offsetting not having the company of fellow sufferers, I do have the advantage that most of the equipment is available for my personal use. So here I was, rowing away, sweating off any flab and keeping my muscles reasonably fit and this woman wanders into the gym. She was in her early twenties, good looking, very nice figure, and tight clothes. The outfit she had on showed all her curves and they were certainly worth showing. She comes moving briskly along heading towards the running machines. I watch as she approached as her breasts are, let's just say, well developed. Well-developed enough to have a nice bounce to them as she walked past me. Watching her from behind, I considered that view remarkably good as well. Lovely buttocks, that had a beautiful swish and sway. The only drawback in the entire package was the nasty look she gave me as she passed. I don't know why the dirty look. I hadn't ever seen her before (I'd have remembered) and I hadn't spoken to her. Just looked up as she approached and checked her out. After all, what else is a man supposed to do when a young lovely crosses his path? She settled down on the running machine and I was lucky enough that my rowing machine faced that way. I rowed and looked, her running helping to break the monotony of the rowing. The way her breasts bounced didn't do much to harm my enjoyment. She cast several little glances at me as she ran, clearly annoyed that I was there. Tough titties, is what I thought. I'd got here first and if she didn't like it she could lump it. After about five minutes she came over and stood, glaring down at me. "Do you mind not staring at me while I'm running?" she snapped at me. I considered the question carefully before replying. "As a matter of fact, yes, I do mind," I told her. "You're well worth looking at, so I'll look. That's why I have eyes, you know? To observe things of beauty." A little flattery will get you a long way I find. In this case it almost got me a trip to the hospital. If she'd been Cyclops, from the X-men, I'd have been flash-fried. "Look, I come to the gym at this ungodly hour so I can exercise in peace, without being ogled by men like you." "Really? Ah, what sort of men do you want ogling you?" Another near miss in the flash-fried department. Apparently not susceptible to humour. Hey, I thought it was funny. "No-one," she practically snarled at me. "I don't want any men looking at me like that." I gave that the answer it disserved. "Bullshit." Steam was practically rising from her. "What do you mean, bullshit?" "I mean just that," I said, going on to explain. "You've got a very nice face and figure. Your hair is cut in a style that draws attention to your face. You're dressed in clothes that are tailored to show off your figure to the maximum advantage. If you didn't want people to look at you, you could have picked out clothes that hide your figure. They'd be just as comfortable as those you're wearing. Possibly even more so. Your entire outfit shouts look at me, and you not only know it, but love it. Of course, you could be a lesbian and are dressed that way to attract another girl. Are you a lesbian? Terrible waste if you are, not that it's any of my business." Add truthful observations to the things that piss her off. I thought she was going to clock me. I know she thought of it. "Lesbian?" she shrieked at me. "That's typical male. Just because I'm not attracted to you, you think I must be a lesbian. That is such a sexist attitude." "Couple of points," I said mildly. "I didn't say you were a lesbian. I just raised it as one possibility. As for not being attracted to me, what in the world gave you the idea that I was trying to attract you? I was just sitting here exercising. Exactly the same as before you came in, except now I have better scenery. I'm assuming from your irritation that you don't think that you're a lesbian. So going from the way you act I'd say you're into S&M. I'm not, so why the hell would I try to attract you?" "S&M?" she repeated, sounding slightly stunned. "Why would you think I'm into S&M?" "General attitude," I said with a shrug. "Probably a dominatrix. Yeah, I could see you standing over some poor fish in a black leather outfit, complete with thigh high boots and a whip." She gave me another cutting look and stormed back over to the running machine. I watched as she ran, but she was deliberately not looking my way. I did notice that she seemed to be running a lot faster. She couldn't leave it alone for some reason. I don't know why. All I was doing was exercising and admiring the view. She suddenly came storming back. "Will you stop looking at me," she demanded. "I don't like it." "Ah, I thought we'd been through this already?" I said. "I have no intention of blinding myself just because some stray dominatrix is offended by my seeing her." "I am not a dominatrix," she snapped. "Nor am I into S&M. I just like my privacy. Why do you think I come here this late?" "Um, I'd have to assume that you've been banned from earlier sessions because your snarky attitude upsets the other customers. And if you're not a dom, you sure seem to be studying to become one." That's when I took another guess. "Oh, I get it. You're at Uni. and they're teaching you the modern idea that all men are evil and that women are they're equal in every way. Except for the evil bit of course. So you feel you have to stick up for what you consider your rights and the hell with everyone else's. Typical leftist student behaviour. Don't worry. You'll grow out of it." Women are such contrary creatures. I take her word that she's not into S&M and she still gets offended. She called me a rude name and said she was going to complain to the management about me. "So complain. To facilitate the handling of your complaint I'll even introduce you to the manager in charge right now. That would be me. I'm managing late shift this week. That's why I'm here stuffing around and talking to the paying customers. I'm John by the way." I tapped the employee badge that I was wearing, acting on the assumption that she hadn't noticed it. Apparently she hadn't, and that made her even madder. Such an even tempered little thing. Always angry. I smiled up at her. "I suppose I should apologise for that S&M crack. You don't really project enough authority to be a dom and you're much too undisciplined to be a sub. Well, I suppose you could be an untrained sub. Who knows how you'll behave after a spanking or two. It's plain you're way past due getting one. Why don't you speak to your boyfriend and see if he's willing to help." "I don't have a boyfriend and if I did he'd be far too much of a man to have to resort to beating a woman," she said, apparently insinuating I was the type of person who would stoop to such low practices. "I said spank, not beat. There is a difference. A nice spanking can be fun. So can what follows on from it." I deliberately ran my eyes over her. "Yeah. A lot of fun. I can just see you now, bent over that bench," nodding to a nearby weightlifters bench, "hands and shoulders on the floor, bottom on the bench and legs splayed, while I stand there, playing the bongo with your bottom." To emphasise I did a quick bongo beat against my thighs. Before she could get carried away and start screaming I chipped in again. "By the way, you still haven't told me your name. You might try to show some semblance of good manners occasionally." "Katherine Perkins. You can call me Miss Perkins." "Um, no, I don't think I can. Kate is much better. Tell me Kate, have you ever been spanked? I mean as an adult. Not as a bratty little girl. If not, I'm willing to broaden your education." "You wouldn't dare," she said. "If you tried I'd, I'd. . ." She didn't actually seem able to say what she'd do. She just stood there, glowering at me. Have you ever noticed how easy it is to be rude and unmannerly to someone who's seated while you're standing, possibly leaning over them a little? The advantage of height gives you courage. I finally got up off the rowing machine. Seated with my legs bunched and my arms tangled with the oars, my height isn't really noticeable. Now Kate was seeing me standing for the first time and she hurriedly back away a step. She stood about five foot six. I stood six foot plus. I was also about twice her width and probably nearly three times her weight. She must have felt like a Chihuahua that found it had been challenging a St Bernard. Kate was suddenly looking very nervous. I saw her eyes dart around the gym, taking in the fact that it was deserted apart from the two of us. She looked back at me, her hands going unconsciously to protect her bottom. "You wouldn't dare," she said again, visibly gathering her courage together. "Oh, I'd dare," I told her. "No worries about that. I'd even enjoy it. The real question is would you dare?" "Me?" she said with a bit of a squeak. "What's it got to do with me?" "Everything, I'd have thought," I said dryly. "After all, it's your bottom that would receive the spanking. But the point I'm getting at is that you're wondering what it would be like to have a man actually spank your bottom. You know you deserve it but you're nervous, so you're trying to fight the idea." "I am most definitely not nervous. I just haven't done anything that would warrant a spanking." "You've been rude and ill-mannered. All children should get their bottoms smacked if they're rude and ill-mannered. Why should you be excluded?" "Well, for a start, I'm not a child." "True. That's going to make it so much more interesting, isn't it?" I walked over to the weightlifters bench I'd indicated earlier. "Come here. I think we'll start with half a dozen spanks and see how it goes." "You're insane. Do you really think I'm going to let you spank me?" "Ah, yes, I think so. You're curious. A besetting sin of women and cats that's always getting them into trouble. In this particular case it's getting you into a spanking." I patted my knee and Kate slowly edged her way over to me, looking mutinous every step. I guided her over my lap and she bent, reluctance in every movement, but she bent. I delivered a quick sharp spank to her bottom and she gasped and her hands flew around to cover her bottom. "One," I said. "Move your hands." I waited and her hands slowly moved aside. I waited a moment longer and delivered the second spank. Kate gave a little squeak but didn't try to cover her bottom. The third and fourth spanks followed quickly, and all Kate did was gasp and twitch a little. She could handle this she was deciding. The fifth and sixth spanks elicited the same sort of response. I helped Kate back to her feet and she just stared at me defiantly. "You see," she said. "It means nothing. You're just trying to bully me." "Ah, we haven't finished yet, Kate," I pointed out. "I did say this would be the start. You'll need to drop your pants and panties for the next half dozen." Kate ran hard up against the uncomfortable fact that once something starts it tends to have its own momentum. She did not want to drop her pants and panties. She really did not. Neither did she want to seem to be backing down in front of a man, especially as she'd already had her bottom spanked. It hadn't really hurt. I'd made sure of that. She flicked another glance around the gym, making were we were still alone, then, turning her back on me, she pushed down her pants and panties and a very nice derriere was on display. It had just the slightest pink flush to it from the spanking. She was actually eager to bend over my knee this time, even if it was only to protect her modesty. This time the spanking was harder, the spanks actually stinging, and her bottom was starting to develop a nice flush. Kate squeaked a bit and I could see her counting of the spanks, ready to scramble off my lap when the six count was reached. Unfortunately, my hand was resting on the small of her back, holding her in place. Before she could do more than wriggle a little I was stirring her up again. "OK. Things are going nicely. Are you going to apologise for your rudeness now?" Kate didn't exactly refuse, but her rigid silence spoke for itself. "OK. The proper spanking will now commence. This section will continue until you either start to cry, apologise or offer to fuck me as an apology." Kate did not take that well. She bucked so hard that she actually fell off my lap and sat on the floor glaring up at me. "You have got to be kidding. No way am I going along with that," she snapped. "That's going way beyond a spanking." "Really? Well if you're not able to handle a proper spanking I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll limit the rest of the spanking to another half dozen and we'll call it complete. OK?" That she could handle. I saw the thought cross her face. Very mobile face, Kate had. She nodded. "Fine. If you'll just take off your top we'll get to it." Her mouth opened slightly and she gave me a very nasty look. I could see she was trying to work out if she'd agreed to take her top off or not. Then it must have dawned on her that she was sitting on the floor in front of me, legs parted and no panties. With what I was already seeing, what did her top matter? She was naked and fuming when she bent back over my knee. Kate was so angry that she became careless. She just draped herself across my knee, and this time her legs were just relaxed and parted, giving me full access to what lay between. I gave her four quick spanks on her rump. The fifth landed full on her mound, resulting in a loud squeal. Kate did not, I saw, move her legs together. This meant that the final spank landed on the same spot to the sound of another loud squeal. I left my hand where it was, rubbing gently. Kate was wriggling slightly under my touch, but her legs were still relaxed. "What do you think you're doing," was all the protest she made. "Those last two spanks landed here by accident," I explained, "so I'm just massaging the area by way of apology." "All right," Kate said, her voice having an odd note to it. "Apology accepted. You can stop now." "Mmm," was all I said and I kept on rubbing. "I said you can stop now," Kate repeated, a tinge of desperation in her voice. "Yes, I know. I heard you," I returned, without slowing down my massage one iota. There was a short pause and then Kate pointed out that I hadn't stopped. "I know, but it's not really my fault. It's that time of the month." Ever have a girl use that excuse on you. It's so frustrating. No way to check. You just have to take her word for it. Pay back is nice. "What do you mean, that time of the month?" The snarl was back in her voice. I gave Kate's bottom a tap to remind her of her manners. "The time of the month when a man gets exceptionally horny," I explained. "Happens every month. Ask any man. They'll tell you." "I've never heard of such a thing. How long does this last?" "Oh, it usually starts on the first of the month and lasts thirty, thirty one, days." Before she could reply to that I slipped a finger in between her lips, probing deeply. I felt her pussy push hard against me for a moment, and then her hand was there, pushing mine away. "Bastard," she said. "You stop that and stop it right now." That was pretty definite. I lifted her and turned her so that she was sitting on my lap. Her face was flushed. She was both angry and aroused. An interesting combination. My hand closed over a breast, and it felt good. I started gently massaging it. Kaye slapped at my hand again. "Will you just get your hands off me?" she demanded. "If you like, but it's not my hands that you need to worry about." "And just what is that supposed to mean?" "It means that I have a naked female sitting on my lap. This naked female is aroused, her pussy hot and wet and ready for action. I feel it is my simple duty to give it what it wants, and that's not my hands." "I am not aroused," snapped Kate, "and I'm not having sex with you." My answer to that was quite simple. I unzipped and placed her hand against my erection. She went slightly pale but closed her hand so tightly over me that I thought she might crush me. I continued gently massaging her breast for a few moments, and Kate held my erection the whole time, saying nothing. She didn't let go until I slid her to her feet and stood up beside her. I took her hand and walked over to some mats we have for people who want to do isometrics. I looked at her and indicated the mats, undoing my trousers and starting to slide them down. Still looking furious, Kate settled down onto a mat, lying there with her legs slightly parted. I settled down next to her. She'd taken one swift glance at my erection and then deliberately looked elsewhere. I rubbed her pussy lightly and then ran my hand down to her knee. A gentle tug and her legs moved further apart. I settled between them. "Look at me," I said gently. Reluctantly Kate turned to look at me. She was staring hard, and it wasn't my face she was watching. "Kate, I've been rushing you, but now you have to decide. Yes or no. I'll go along with what you want." That seemed to make her even madder. While I was hustling her she could go along and say I made her do it. Now she had to choose. She lay there, glaring directly at me, and not my cock. Then she seemed to deflate just the tiniest bit. "Please, John, will you take your little cock and see if you can fuck me?" she said, smiling sweetly. "Kate, it will be my pleasure." I moved over her, on her, into her, driving in deeply. She gasped and pushed herself hard up against me, taking me all the way. Now that she had finally committed herself Kate was a most enthusiastic lover. She pushed up against me eagerly, taking me deep with my every thrust. She moaned when I nibbled her breasts, pushing them hard against me, all the time her hips pushing hard up to meet me. I have to admit I wasn't exactly stuffing around, either. I pushed eagerly into her, enjoying her silken warmth rubbing against me. Her slippery wetness intoxicating as it wrapped itself around me, encouraging me to give my all. We didn't have a slow build-up, culminating in a grand finale. We just dived straight in, coming together in a burst of heat and energy, both of us fuelling each other's fire. Any build-up was almost instantaneous. I banged Kate hard and fast and she reciprocated, working her hips with tireless energy. The trouble with this sort of action is it doesn't last long enough. It wasn't long and Kate was tossing her head from side to side, giving little 'Uh, uh," sounds, her climax looming over her, threatening her. That was OK. Mine was standing behind me, kicking me in the balls and saying hurry up. I did. I drove in harder and faster, sacrificing the length of the stroke just to get myself moving faster. Kate was squealing softly, bucking frantically under me, then I was coming and she was coming and we just collided in an explosion of heat and lust. Kate just grabbed her clothes afterwards and vanished into the change-room. I did something similar, but I was back out in minutes. After all, I was on duty. Someone might come in. We do get the occasional late exercisers. Kate finally came out to the change-room, looking as fresh as a daisy. She just calmly headed over to the running machine and continued her exercises. I expected the next couple of nights to be dead, customer wise, with traffic picking up on Thursday and continuing through to Sunday. It would be interesting to see if Kate was a regular night visitor during the normally dead times.