2 comments/ 68893 views/ 12 favorites Winnmen's Gym By: jusduit The following is fiction, intended to entertain. If it doesn't, by all means erase, exit or otherwise eliminate it from your life, as is your right. If I offend or disturb you in anyway, I am sorry, for that is not my intention. If by chance, I make you smile, or maybe wiggle in your seat, well, you'll be getting a touch of what I felt while writing this story. And that's exactly why I wrote it. Thank you sincerely, for your precious time. * Chapter One "Are we the last ones here?" Marie asked Julia while standing near the gym's exit, checking herself one last time in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. She liked what she saw. At 45 years old, she was finally beginning to bloom. She chuckled at the metaphor. The fat days were over -- her body had deflated in the physical sense. It was her life that was in bloom. She'd written off her old appearance so thoroughly that she saw herself as reborn, a new person, blossoming into a whole new life, with beauty and agility and the excitement of a child. She even looked young, her peppy spirit and sharp features belying her age. More than a year before, she had accepted reality at face value. Fat people just don't live the same life as "normal" people. They don't go skiing, or swimming for that matter. They wallow. They don't walk or run, they waddle. They don't get the mates of their dreams, they read romance novels and chase after second chances with the rare blind date. It just sucks, and when it sucks enough, they reach a critical point -- they give up and accept it, maybe even kill themselves, or they revolt and remake themselves into what they believe they truly are. Marie made her choice and turned her life inside out. A year later, there stood a beautiful woman in the mirror, a woman of confidence she'd never known before, and a woman with the whole panoply of life ahead. Sure, she was dating occasionally, still unhappy with the results but at least finally in the game. She was free, free at last to do whatever she wanted. There were no more physical limitations. She could participate in sports, or walk or run for miles. She could enter a room full of people and feel eyes on her for different reasons than before. She didn't bump into people unless she intended to. She no longer hated the airlines for charging fat people for a second seat. She didn't hate herself for taking that extra ration of food, sweets or booze. She was free at last. She stood proudly before the mirror, especially proud as her new look held up so well even in the harsh light of the florescent noon light above. Down from a hundred and eight-five pounds, a weight she had been steadily approached since childhood, she was now one hundred and thirty-one and still loosing. Her face had become a part of her appearance again, no longer dismissed without regard over her obesity. And a pretty face it was. She had large black eyes, so black you couldn't tell if her pupils were dilated or closed. When people looked closely, men usually, they were suddenly taken aback, like they'd seen a ghost. She liked shocking people this way -- it meant they were interested. Her breasts, only recently a promising attraction for the first time in her life, had been dwarfed and obscured by her exploding belly. No one noticed their fullness and unusually firm stature. The rather ample cheeks of her ass had also been covered in fat that hid their treasures from all but her, who could only believe deep down inside that one day, somehow, she would regain her youthful beauty and show the world who she truly was. She turned sideways and cringed slightly at the work still to be done, but maintained her smile at her progress thus far. "No, our love birds are still in the locker room." Julia answered, stepping up behind her. She cupped both of Marie's ass cheeks in her hands and asked, "Wanna join them?" She kissed Marie on the ear. "Right. I've done all this, just so I could join the finger brigade." She laughed and squirmed away from Julia's touch, a move she exaggerated a bit more than she really felt compelled to do. That kiss had touched a nerve. She felt a stirring, but, no. They were about to leave when the imposing woman, ever insulting by her mere presence among those who were still struggling to achieve a perfect body, and owner of the all women's gym, came through the glass office door and said, "You guys are putting in the time, but the effort too?" For a moment, Julia thought Valerie Winn, owner and chief cook and bottle washer of "Winnmen's Gym," was going to compliment them about their perseverance, only to have her question their determination once again. It was frustrating. Valerie was like a drill sergeant -- tall, broad shouldered, muscular and with chiseled facial features that said, "Go ahead, fuck with me and you're dead." Even men kept their distance for she was an imposing figure. Seeing her arms up close, or worse, bumping into her, one knew right away this was a caged animal just waiting for a fight to the death. Men stayed away for the most part, and those that braved it out to try and reach her were usually found later in a dark alley, not beat up but hiding in shame at their embarrassment at being shot down like a fly swatted off the ass of a horse by its tail. She walked over and stood behind the two women now exploring themselves in the mirror. Val put her hands on her hips and somehow pushed her tits out and hips as well as if to say, "That's it ladies. Take a look. There's your goal. Let me know when you think you can compete with this." "We're not alone," Julia said, directing the conversation away from more criticism. Valerie smiled, thinking she was referring to her. "Yeah, the love birds will probably be in there half the night," Marie answered, trying to make it look like they were ignoring Valerie. Val's eyes brightened and she stepped back. Slowly, she turned and said before walking toward the locker rooms, "Lock the door, will you girls? See you tomorrow." Marie and Julia smiled at each other. They had become very close over the past year, so close they often read each other's thoughts. It was Julia who winked first. She reached over to open, then close then lock the entrance door, loudly, so Valerie would think they had left. She and Marie put their bags down, and walked silently back to the locker room door that Valerie had just passed through. They entered the same space where now five people existed in three groups, each believing they were alone. Julia leaned to peek around the corner of the wall in the locker room's entrance, the wall that prevented those outside the room from seeing anyone inside the locker area. She pulled back abruptly. Whispering into Marie's ear, she said, "Val's not six feet away." Her words were followed by the slightest hiccup. She motioned the direction to look and stepped aside so Marie could lean and peek too. Valerie was glad she had never taken sides over gay vs straight. If she had taken the straight side, the one she thought she was on, she would have a tough time explaining to herself why she was so hot watching Jen and Lanny on the locker room bench. As the two continued to sixty-nine each other, Val strained to see Jen's tongue flicking Lanny's clit. There was no doubt that was happening because Lanny was bucking her loins up at Jen's face as fast as she was trying to replicate Jen's efforts, on Jen's clit. Then Val slipped a hand down her spandex shorts, the other already massaging one of her magnificent tits. Marie didn't move back when Julia tugged on her sleeve. She anchored herself to the spot, watching Valerie closely. From their position, they could see Val easily, and beyond her, the two women on the bench. It was comforting, as if in confirmation to both Julia and Marie, to see Val so turned on she was fingering her pussy and mauling her tits. The idea of peeping on a participating peeper was over the top for Marie and she felt her vaginal canal moistening. Julia gave up on tugging and got on her knees to peek around the corner directly below Marie's head. Now she knew why her friend would not move. She too felt a moistening slit between her legs as she watched Valerie trying to get herself off on watching the lesbians on the locker room bench. Julia sniffed. The aroma of sex was in the air. It couldn't be from the lez action for they were just too far away. It also couldn't be from Valerie, simply because she had only just started to stir, and was also too far enough away. It had to be Marie! Julia looked up and saw the source. Lanny, lying below and facing up, had her hands facing up and cupping Jennifer's breasts. She manipulated them, occasionally pulling on their nipples or squeezing their flesh. The scene was hot, and the action on each was exhilarating regardless of its mutually feminine origin. Marie had her hand up her skirt, panties pulled aside, and fingers rubbing up and down her clit, intermittently sliding into and out of the opening just below. Julia swallowed at the sight of her friend. She was hot. She was turned on by watching another woman! And it was Valerie, no less. Julia wiggled her ass to slide her thighs back and forth against each other to rub her pussy lips together. She was fully absorbed now in Marie's play and quite surprised at her impulsive inhibition. Lanny was the first to cry, "Uncle." She collapsed on the bench after rocking and bucking up at her partner, probably desperately remaining silent to conceal their play. Her legs, previously up and trying to grab Jennifer's head and pull her down harder into her groin, fell to the floor like over cooked spaghetti. Jennifer must have had enough too, Val thought, for she also collapsed, her body falling down upon Lanny's and the two of them luxuriating in the scent and wetness of each other. This was Val's cue to exit. She removed her hands from her breasts and vulva and tidied up before backing slowly toward the entrance. Both Julia and Marie scooted back as quickly but silently as they could when Val pulled her hands free. They didn't dare linger for Val would surely exit quickly to avoid being seen. It was apparent to Julia and Marie that she was more about leaving this venue open for future productions, than being caught as a voyeur. The other two voyeurs were in the lobby again, approaching the door when Valerie emerged from the locker room and said, "I thought you guys left." "We did, I mean, we almost did," Said Julia. "Uh, Marie here thought she'd left her ring on the weight rack." "I see," Said Val, too worked up still from the action in the locker room to question the excuse. She scarcely watched as the two did leave now, through the lobby entrance and disappear. Jennifer and Lanny came out fifteen minutes later and smiled nonchalantly at Val as they said their good-bye's and disappeared as well. Val looked down at her spandex shorts behind the counter where she'd been standing, hoping to hide any stains she may have created. There were none, at least that extended above the crease in her thighs where people could see. She was frustrated now, anxious about what she had seen, and about it ending before she could get herself off while basking in its light. She shook her head to no one as she mumbled, "I need a man! Or a woman!" She locked the door behind her and left. Chapter Two An hour later, Valerie left her condominium and drove. She didn't know where she was going, only that she had to do something. Since the incident in her locker room, her mind would not detach from her genitals. She fondled herself in the shower when she got home. She modeled in front of the mirror. She put on a garter belt and stockings, crotch less panties and a peek-a-boo bra, all for an itch she didn't quite understand, but felt compelled to scratch. She rushed through this performance, only to find herself getting into her car and not knowing where she was going. About twenty-five miles outside New York City, she passed a club on Long Island. Like a zombie, she found herself slowing down, making a "U" Turn, and driving back and into the well populated parking lot. She'd never been there before, and only knew it was there by having seen it as she wandered east on Northern Boulevard. She didn't even know what town she was in, but perhaps that added to the moment. It was a topless club, a strip joint, something she hadn't been near since one night during her college years, and would never be caught dead in by anyone she knew. Valerie pulled into a parking space away from the entrance, still in a precarious state of mind, and tried not to reflect on why she was here. What the hell she was doing wandering into a strip club all alone? She just kept following where her instincts led. The place was busier than she'd expected, not that she'd established expectations more than second or two before entering. A woman was on a key shaped runway, dancing around a pole with a G-string and a man's tie. She was contorting herself into all kinds of sexy poses for the attentive men around the large end of the key, much to their libido and financial delight. And financial delight wasn't lost on the dancer. Her G-string was stretched to the limit with mostly twenties, though as Valerie got closer, she saw a few fifties and even a couple hundreds in the green and black melee. Valerie sat down at the key, her first time ever in a front row seat at a topless bar, along side several cheering and jeering men. "Do it baby!" "Oh, yah baby, shake it." "A little wider honey, that's it, Mama Mia." They were all into the dance and stuffing more and more money into the woman's flimsy garment. Val was grateful in a sense that they were so involved they didn't notice her sitting in their midst. She did notice however that a bouncer, or what she thought was a bouncer, a large, muscular brute in a black T-shirt and tight black jeans, shaved head and arms the size of her own muscular thighs walked over and stood just to her side and behind. She was already on edge with her bizarre behavior and tried to feel safer in his midst. The music ended and a voice from speakers acknowledged "Daisy's incredible talent," and asked the crowd for one more round of applause. The braless beauty with only a few minor blemishes on her face and ass took one last bow, turned one hundred and eighty degrees in the bowed position so any last minute contributors would have a chance to see her crack and tuck a final twenty or two against her ass. Then she left the stage to catcalls and a crescendo of applause. They liked her a lot. "Man, what I wouldn't do to follow her home," One man said, reaching down for his drink. "She could tie me down and sit on my face for the night," Said another. "Tie me down, bend me over, drive me crazy!" Said yet another. Valerie wondered why all these men seemed to want to be dominated by the dancer. She could understand their desire to fuck her -- she was well built, in good shape and obviously sensual, at least on stage. But Val saw nothing of a bondage bent in what little she'd seen of the performance. It was strange, she thought, but she soon got her answer. "Ben, you gonna go back and get your tie?" The fellow to her left asked the guy across the key from her. The guy across the key was sitting there with his mouth open, looking at Val and not his friend. "Ben! I asked, are you gonna..." He had looked to his right to see what had his friend's attention and interrupted himself saying, "Whoa!" Ben said, "Where did you come from?" The friend next to her said, "I'm sorry. My name is Jack." He put his hand out for her to shake. She didn't take it. Instead, still riding a wave of blind confidence, she said to the guy named Ben, "She stole your tie?" Ben took a moment to fathom the question. He was as busy as the rest of the guys at the end of the key looking her over. He was also the one who'd professed his eagerness to be tied up and fucked by the dancer. From where Ben sat, the newcomer was taller than his friend, at least from the waist up, or she just sat up straighter, and she was what Ben would call a brutal beauty. She was obviously fit, muscular even, more handsome than pretty, and brazen. "Stole it? Nah. I gave it to her. She needed it to pull me into her uh, between her thighs." The guys around the dance floor/table chuckled. "You need to be pulled?" Val surprised herself by asking. It came out more like a challenge than a question. That caught Ben off guard. There was a resounding "Whoa," around the end of the key, encouraging Ben to take the lady up on her challenge. He stood up and said, "You interested in doing a little pulling?" The next groan of encouragement from the group brought the bouncer another step closer. Val stood up and said, "I might." And then she shocked herself by adding, "Care to step outside?" It sounded so much like a challenge for a fight that she added, "I'll drive." The groan from the other men became a cheer and Ben really had no choice but to follow Val out of the club. As they walked toward the door, Daisy, the dancer, stopped in front of Ben and sensually returned his tie, sliding it over his head, around his neck, and pulling him close enough for a kiss on the ear. She obviously took a liking to this guy, singling him out from all the others in the place. Ben was a bit uncomfortable. He'd tried enough times before to attract Daisy, but failed. Now she was coming on to him and he could do nothing about it. Worse, he had to turn her down. He gently pushed her back, titling his head slightly to lead her eyes toward his new found "date." Daisy frowned, but looked at Val and said, "You caught the best one honey, have fun with him." And she twirled and sauntered off toward the bar. Half of Ben's audience drooled after Daisy, while the other half wanted to cheer their friend on with the new broad. The victor led Ben all the way to her two year old Corvette before turning at the passenger door and opening it for him to get in. He stepped within a few feet and stopped to look back at his friends and others, all gathered around the club's door, some still cheering and a few with their jaws down in disbelief. The knockout broad was taking Ben for a ride in her hot little "Vette," and Ben was going along, and they knew nothing about her. One guy in the crowd started to pull out a pen to take down the license plate, but the sports car's engine revved and Ben was gone before anyone thought to memorize the number. The group of men at the club began making jokes, mostly to cover their deepest envy, and drifted back into the club. The fun was about over and Fantasia was next to step out on to the runway. Valerie pulled over less than two blocks from the club, into the parking lot of a convenience store and stopped the car. "You don't have to do this, you know." She didn't know why she was giving the guy an out, only that something new was driving her tonight and she was taking all of it one step at a time. She had a life, and a business to protect, not that she was acting all that responsibly anyway, but she would try to convince herself otherwise. Ben looked at her and breathed a bit easier before asking, "And just exactly what is it that I can get out of?" Valerie thought about that. She really didn't know. What the hell was she doing going to a strip club and picking up the first guy she meets? This was ludicrous, let alone downright dangerous. But the left side of her brain finally overcame the right and a fantasy came magically to her mind, one she'd had on lonely nights for many years, and one which had still not been fulfilled. "I'm going to blindfold you and have my way with you." She didn't even bother to tell him he would like it, for if there was any question in his mind, she didn't want to start with him anyway. Winnmen's Gym To her amazement, despite the danger that could lurk behind such a statement, Ben asked, "How long? Where? I mean, you're not a murderer, are you?" Good questions, Val thought, and she knew she had no mean intentions, but coming down from fantasy to reality like descending from a high, she found it amazing this stranger was actually considering giving himself up to her. She said, "No. I have no such intentions." She thought for a moment and decided he deserved a bit more of an explanation. Turning in her seat to face him more directly, she said, "Listen. I don't know about you, but I get very little time to have fun with my life. I've never done anything like this before, but I have a fantasy, this, what we are doing, and for some reason, tonight, I find it time to fulfill. You area attractive, maybe a bit too macho, and you meet my fantasy, well, perfectly. If you want to go on, great. If not, say so and I'll drop you back off at the club." Ben looked at her a moment and sat back in his seat to look forward. Hw seemed to be thinking about the potential for danger, but quickly got over it. "Okay, deal. I've never been into any BDSM, but hey, there's always a first time, no?" Valerie was as surprised at herself for asking as she was at him for accepting. This guy was a "clubber," dropping bucks in the G-strings of women he didn't know, probably hookers on the side, and now was maybe willing to let a complete stranger do just about anything she wanted to him. Was there no end to the raw sexual needs of men? Her mind sifted gears again and began laying out a plan. First, she had to make sure the guy never found out who she was. A blindfold! She looked around and found nothing. Then, around Ben's neck, was his tie. She reached over and undid it and pulled it from the collar of his shirt. It was long and wide enough to go around Ben's head twice to ensure he couldn't see through it or around it. She tied a knot in back that would probably ruin the tie, but who cared. He obviously didn't. Ben inhaled her musky perfume while focusing on his left arm where one of the woman's breasts was pushed into him. He didn't mind the blindfold. It was a bit scary, she being as stalwart as she was, but he didn't get that kind of vibration from her. He let her finish and got ready to object if she tried to tie his hands, but she didn't. Instead she said, "Relax. I'll take you to my place. It's about a thirty minute ride." Chapter Three Val and Ben traded some small talk on the way to her gym, but both seemed rather subdued, each no doubt wondering where this bizarre evening was going to end up. It turns out, Ben was not a regular "clubber." He was there with his friends who had been trying to get him "hooked up" for months. Ben was a workaholic, like Val and so many others these days. He had his own agency in the insurance business and lived well, but alone. His first marriage was a fiasco, falling apart in bed just a few months after it began. And now that his business was going well, practically running itself, he was open to new vistas. The trip to the club that night was the culmination of months of trying by his friends, and he was sure they'd be prouder of their work than they'd ever dreamed by tomorrow morning. Val told Ben some generalities about herself, the fact that she was an entrepreneur and a workaholic, but didn't mention any names or places. She liked this guy, but she was not ready to trust him. They arrived at their destination just after eleven and Val led Ben inside, still blindfolded. She took a moment to look him over and got excited again, just like she had in the club. Here was a man an inch or so taller than her, about 220 pounds by her expert eye, muscular as she could tell from contact with his upper arm, and solid. He didn't push easy. She found herself beginning to hope he was well endowed, thinking of the man's cock spearing her when she commanded, his face giving her..." "So does this blindfold come off now?" He interrupted her thoughts. "No." She walked him a few more steps and pushed him up against the horizontal bar rack on one wall. There were many wooden dowel type rods across the wall at roughly one foot vertical intervals, used for a variety of exercises in the gym, but about to serve an entirely new purpose tonight. Val pushed her body up against his from behind, being sure to compress her firm breasts against his back, and her hips against his ass before saying, "I'm going to have my way with you, like you offered. If that's no okay, say so right now." Ben was silent for a moment then asked, "Can we at least use a safe word or something? You're asking a lot here. I don't know you. You could be some freak murderer or something, not that I think you are but, well..." "Get back!" Val said loudly. Ben tried to move, but was pinned. "I can't." "No," Val said. "You tell me to get back, and I will, no questions asked, but then we get back in the car, still blindfolded, and I take you back to your car. Agreed?" She pushed up against him again, letting him know what he'd be missing if he changed his mind. "Agreed." Ben seemed to relax a little bit. "Have your way." Then he added, "Hey, is there anything against my enjoying this too?" Val laughed and said, "I hope you do." She grabbed some straps off a hook at the end of the rack of dowels. One by one, she tied them to Ben's wrists, and ankles. Then she pulled his right hand out to the side and up about the level of his head and secured it to the bars. She followed with the left and the knelt down to work on his feet. The first one spread right easily, and was secured. The left one however, gave her some trouble. As she pulled Ben's ankle out sideways, this lowered his body considerably, putting new tension in his arms. At first she thought she'd have to release some pressure but when she asked, "Are you okay?" Ben, with some noticeable relief in his voice said, "Yeah. It's tight, but it feels good, actually. I'll let you know if it hurts." He was glad she had concern enough to ask. It was the first time he began to feel some confidence in his opinion that she was not a murderer, but one hot woman with an adventuresome spirit. This was going to be all right after all. Val stood and snuggled up to the body of her prisoner and put her arms around in front. She let her hands run freely over his chest, feeling his rather taught pectorals and equally tight stomach. Then she undid his belt and pants button, slowly pulling down his zipper, and let them fall, fetching up on his spread eagled thighs. Ben's shirt tails were obscuring the view of his ass, but she reached down in front and massaged the bulge in his shorts with a gasp of breath at her good fortune. He was hard as nails and big as she'd ever known. This was going to be a treat in more ways than one. She continued to massage him another minute or two before sliding her hands down the front of his shorts and grabbing his massive dick in all ten of her fingers. "Ahhh, that's nice," Moaned Ben. "You like that, don't you?" Observed Val, continuing her ministrations on his meat. He was circumcised and she could easily feel the shape and contours of the helmet head of his prick. She reached down with one hand and took his ball sac in her fingers, kneading it gently and flipping his testicles around in her hand like a couple of marbles. Her fantasy, long repressed, was coming true. She had a man, a big and powerful man, restrained on the wall of her own gym, a gym for women alone to ward off the smelly, messy obnoxious male bodies women frustratingly could not do without. But tonight, the first man ever was in Winnmen's Gym, and he was there in the capacity warranted by the gym's policy, restrained and subservient to the Proprietress herself. Every now and then, Ben's body jerked tight and Val soon realized she was squeezing a bit too hard. She was impressed he said nothing, no complaints and no safe word. This guy was getting more interesting by the minute, and more true to her fantasy. She backed away a foot and put one hand down the back of his Jockey's and ran her finger down his crack until she felt his puckered little hole tighten to her touch. She smiled. She pushed against it a few times, and was suddenly in need of seeing more of this man and the action of her fingers on him. She withdrew, released his legs from the rack, and slid his pants and shorts off before spreading and securing him once more to the rails. Val put her hands back on his hips and pulled herself up against his ass. Ben moaned, betraying his approval of her closeness. She leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "You want me to fuck you, don't you Ben? You really do want me to fuck you right in your tight little ass, don't you?" She wiggled her loins against him and evoked another, louder moan. A light went off in her mind. In her office, she had a master key to all the lockers in the locker room. She retrieved it and proceeded directly to Jennifer's locker, where she knew the two lesbians kept some of their special toys. Sure enough, among other things in a medium sized gym bag, was a strap on harness. She pushed the pile of stuff around curiously and found what looked like the right size dildo among all the toys. She was getting hotter just fishing through the bag, and promised herself she'd have to come back another time and peruse the pile of sex objects more leisurely. As she was about to close the bag, she noticed another dildo, smaller and fatter than the first one, also with a snap on the end, and quickly realized the strap on had the capability of working on both parties at once. Delighted, she lifted the two items and started to put the bag back in the locker, but thought better of it and took the whole bag her as well. She practically ran back to the rack of rails in the "Big Room." "I have a surprise for you Ben, all tied up and vulnerable man that you are. I have a very impressive surprise for you." Ben's head moved as if to see what she had, but the blindfold made his move fruitless. Val stripped. She pulled off her cashmere sweater, and her stretchy-smooth bra. Next her G-string and skirt came off all in one motion. She left her heels on, but was otherwise quickly naked, a strange feeling for her in the spacious area of the "Big Room." She fixed the two dildos to the strap on harness and couldn't help but spasm her vaginal canal in anticipation of the penetrating device she was about to enjoy while fucking her victim. She'd never done this before and suddenly all her earlier boredom and headaches of running a business were so far behind they were erased from memory. All that mattered now was inserting the dildo in her moistening pussy, and fixing the strap on straps securely to her waist. She went about the first task with a quick insertion into her mouth. Though she could easily see the little dong's girth, once inserted its size surprised her. She had to suppress a strangely exciting gag. "Mmmmm," She said to let Ben know she was working on something. Little did he know, she thought, sucking the fat little dick as deep into her throat as she could, certainly farther than anything she'd ever shoved down her throat before. Her pussy was practically dripping now. Ben wiggled on the rack, obviously anxious, or worried. Val was sure it was the former. He must know what was coming. She then began the slow and deliberate process of fucking herself with the inner dildo. Val felt her pussy stretching, the labia compressed around the stubby intruder, almost to the point of pain, not that different from when she tried inserting a vibrator up her ass one lonely night not too long ago. When the dildo was properly seated in her vaginal canal, she looped the open straps around her waist and pulled them as tight as she could. Twice, she had to reinsert the dildo which kept slipping out of her now overly slippery slit. She finally looked around and found what she was looking for, a narrow bench she could straddle and sit on, keeping the fat little fucker insider her. Finally, she was able to concentrate on the under crotch strap. She reached around behind her and pulled it up and into the buckle on the belt above her crack. Working blind, she expertly pulled the strap tight, worked the buckle to perfection, and was suddenly armed and dangerous and very turned on. The intruder was considerably fatter than most cocks, except maybe Ben's which as she approached him from behind, she could see pointing down between his legs where she'd left it. The sight of it now made her shiver. What would it be like to have that relative monster stretching the walls of her vagina instead of the shortened dildo version in her now -- length plus breadth? She couldn't wait to find out, but first things first. It felt so good to be so full. It was a sense of power that overcame her. She looked down at the weapon she now wielded from her pubic mound and wiggled her hips. She was now the impaler, not to mention the impaled. It was as if she was now both male and female and she was more than content with that. She worked her hips forward and back, practicing the male side of an erotic coupling that promised to be one she'd never forget. The movement of the mammoth dong, up and down as well as forward and back, excited her. She visualized herself as a guy, studying proudly her very sensitive weapon, grinning at the coming assault from which her target could neither run, nor resist. She had the power, the pure sexual muscle to fuck her man in the ass, and she rocked her hips in shorter and faster jerks in her excited state. The jellied dong worked wonders with her. Not wanting to explode too early, she did a few steps in different directions to get a feel for the rig and how it felt to move in it. It was exquisite. She did a couple squats to put pressure on the waist straps and sure enough, it pulled the dildo hard up into her pussy. Another surprise came in the form of the increased tension on her clit from the harness. This was becoming so hot it was barely controllable. She bent over and felt the crack strap tighten over her asshole and wondered if they made these things with double penetraters too. Finally, she stood behind Ben and used the lubricant spray she'd found in the bag. She spread the stuff liberally over the strap on's plunger. As she studied it while she applied and spread the lube, she marveled again at how big the beast was, how much lube it took to cover it, and suddenly feared it may be too much for the poor guy. She reminded herself of the safe words, "Get back." She cooed in Ben's ear, "You remember the safe words? Don't say them unless you want me to stop. If I hear them, it's over, right?" She was holding his head back enough so she didn't have to touch him with the big dong while she spoke. She wanted that to be a complete surprise. "I remember. I remember. Are you taking pictures back there or what?" He seemed a bit anxious now. She did not respond. Instead, she moved her body close to him and spread his cheeks with one hand while guiding the big dong with the other. When its dead aim suddenly pushed against his anus, he jumped involuntarily, his body totally surprised at the obvious oncoming intrusion. Val waited, just in case she'd misread him. The last thing she needed was to be accused of rape in her own gym. It would ruin her business, and her life. She wondered if her attention to security so far had accomplished its goal -- had the blindfolding, the remote pickup, the midnight use of her own secure facility, been successful in keeping Ben in the dark? Would it last after they were done? She shivered a moment, then pushed her determination and confidence back to the surface. She looked at the spread eagled man meat on her rack. He was horny as she was, and ready to be fucked, his back arching to present is ass to her, and his cock still pointing downward, but hard as nails and straining to erect. Chapter Four Ben's body revolted, against his will. The penetration of his ass drove a million signals to his brain - some routing themselves to receptors of excitement, of pleasure, and of longing for more, like an addict taking the first plunge of the needle, and others leaping to receptors of fear, of loathing pain, even death. These joined with earlier fears and self doubt about his reckless actions of joining this complete stranger in whatever dark fantasies she was inflicting on him. And then the jellied dick in his ass withdrew. His heart sank. His body crashed into tragic loss. He longed for the missing probe to re-enter and drive him home once more. Please, he thought, please don't stop now. Val reached around his chest and grabbed his pectorals. She massaged and pinched the nipples on his rock hard tits. She then brought the dildo back between his legs, this time skipping under his asshole to push forward all the way to his balls, still pushed down and back by his restricted cock. Ben moaned and wiggled and pushed down so vigorously it made Val wonder just how much power she had. The man was desperate for her penetration, ready to stretch and jerk and jump in his restraints to plunge down on the massive dildo, just to be driven into and brought to orgasm. Withdrawing one hand from his tits, she guided her new found manhood back along his crack, slowly, and pushing up with her hips to make sure he felt its passage down his scrotum and ass. This action also served to relax her now sensitized pubic mound, while pushing the fatter fucker around in her pussy. When the dildo cleared his ass and flung freely before her, Ben let out a longing moan like she'd never heard before from a man. She was beginning to learn a lot from this stud. In the past, when men had taken her, it was, "Wham, bam, thank you, Ma'am." She had already spent more time with Ben in his state of captivity than she had in sexual activity with any other guy before, and he hadn't even had his dick inside her yet. And this made him so horny he could scarcely stand it? Well, she would remember this! She smiled as she slowly nudged her weapon closer to his hole. She wanted to watch each and every reaction the coming ass-ault was about to inflict on her captive. When the monster was again at his anal door, she pushed further against its sphincter muscle, not yet enough to break through, but enough to let him know she was coming harder this time. Suddenly she panicked. Was too much? Could he open that far? Was she about to carelessly hurt him? Damn! What if she did? What if she had to call an ambulance? What if... "Fuck me, damnit!" He growled, humping his ass back at Val as if to punish her for not punishing him. She reflexively plunged back into Ben like a train at full speed through a tunnel. She rammed him home on that first shove then reached around with her other hand and grabbed his other breast to pull him to her like glue. His outburst had galvanized her will. She was all animal now. The man wanted fucked -- and she was fucking the man. He deserved now whatever he got. Fuck the ambulance, fuck the pain, just let him have it. She pulled her nine inch prong out of him to the head, and plunged it right back in again. She was near delirious with power. The guy was moaning and groaning under her assault. He bucked against the rack, seeming to want to fuck it, though the bars were too far apart to give him even the slightest friction to rub against. About the only satisfaction his cock could manage was the occasional collision with the bar just below his loins, where his dick occasionally knocked into it and sent at least some sensation to his brain that his massive sex organ was still there. And then they were still. She held him there for sometime, allowing him to feel the breath and depth of her newfound phallus up his ass, while she too enjoyed the moment, the fat little cock insider her pussy and so tightly connected to its big brother that it seemed to feel Ben's ass pulsing, transferring those pulses to Val. She luxuriated in the moment, the penetration working on her like a drug, lifting her higher and higher until she felt the first throb in her clit. Winnmen's Gym Ben bucked back at her, ready and wanting more attention. He tried to wiggle his chest, begging her to pinch his nipples. Anything, he thought, just do something to me, now! Val accommodated by de-arching her back and pulling the dildo slowly from his ass. She closed her eyes in the sweet smell of her moistening sex mixing with the pleasure of Ben's body against her, his own scent growing under the strain of desire, adding to the brew. She reveled in her control over him, and the sensations of her privates being violated by the strap on dildo in her pussy. She pushed its partner back into Ben slowly now, allowing the sense of ultimate control wash over her, with a smile on her lips, and glassy eyes that looked more like those of a demon than an entrepreneur. She was in another world. Ben moaned his pleasure and bucked against her again. Again, she pushed and pulled on the dildo up his ass, which in turn pushed and pulled on her own fat little violator. They began to move against each other in timed unison, Val and Ben, horny as hell and growing in need, slowly building their levels of excitement toward explosive results. It wasn't long before she knew, despite her total absence of familiarity with this man, it was time. She knew purely by instinct that he was about to explode. Her own orgasms were somewhat controllable and in her present state, she knew she could easily allow one to wash over her at any time now, lifting her from reality to fantasy and letting her softly back down again in a blanket of bliss that would last at least a few minutes. She let her hands fall from his peck's and reach for his pecker. She found it bent under one rail, such that as he bucked and pushed against Val, it would rub the rail above it and give him some pleasure. She felt immediately sorry for him and pulled the stiff member free, enclosing it in both her hands. It was long enough she could grab it like a baseball bat, one hand beyond the other, and swing it before him. Instead, she pushed away, then pulled it back in, her strokes eliciting another moan from her captive, and an accentuated motion from his hips. Ben was in ecstasy now, as indicated by his liberal movement back and forth on Val's dong, and moaning and groaning with additional pleasure at her handling of his dick. He struggled against his bindings and found great satisfaction in pulling and jerking and fighting the confines of his restraints. Whoever this woman was, he wanted her more than anything he'd ever wanted in his life. She was magnificent. She was strong. She was built like a wrestler, tough and demanding. She was fucking him on their first date! He groaned his pleasure again with a loud, guttural sigh of desire. Val was sure he was ready to blow. She had found that if she rotated her hips at the end of her spine, rather than moving her entire lower body, she could plunge her long dildo in and out of her prisoner more effectively, while maximizing the sensations from contact with the dildo in her pussy. The horny little "fat man" as she was beginning to know it, pushed back and forth against the ends of her slit, pushing on the walls of her vagina, and forcing her pussy lips to slide along the crotch strap of the harness. All these as exquisite as they were, didn't compare however, to what her clit was feeling now -- complete and utter destruction on the hard leather of the harness, with her hips curved forward and the clit sandwiched up against his ass. She loved it and re-doubled her efforts to fuck Ben, and her, silly. They rocked and bumped against each other like two bulls fighting over the same prize. While one was restrained, the other accommodated by taking advantage in such a way as to allow the other to fight back. They ravished each other, pulled and sucked and fucked each other with every muscle, and every nerve ending in their bodies. They hung onto the wall and let go of everything else so completely neither thought of anything but exacting every possible miniscule amount of orgasm they could selfishly drain from the other. Ben's body started convulsing on the rack. He suddenly shook in rapid jolting movements that under any other circumstances would have been interpreted as throws of a seizure. But in this case they were thrills of ecstasy. He continued this for more than a minute. Val ground herself into the man's ass while holding onto his pulsing cock, trying with all her might to push her entire pelvic area right up his ass. With every move she felt the intensity growing in her clit and the pressure to release became unbearable. She screamed. Ben yelled, "Fuck me, you beautiful woman, whoever you are! Fuck me" "Take it you son of a bitch, take my cock up your ass and let me cum all over you." She shouted back. That was enough. They had made their positions known, as much for their own sakes as for each other's, and let their orgasms roll over them like uncontrollable yet welcomed tidal waves. The two of them hung off the wall and pressed hard to each other while their bodies soaked up the results of their incredible actions. The rack held steady, much to Val's relief. It truly was as strong as advertised. They were hanging nearly all their weight on the same bar, but it held. It held through their gyrations, their humping and pulling and jerking up and down. The rack held and they came like Old Faithful, Val shooting her juices all over her inserted dildo until the stuff dripped out on her strap and then her thighs and down her legs, and Ben shooting a geyser of jiz between the rails to splatter a pattern on the wall that looked more like the remnants of the St. Valentine's Day Massacre than the product of love making between two sexually hungry souls. Val slowly, and blissfully, came back down to earth. She allowed her body to relax a muscle at a time, cherishing the last bits of pleasure with each one released. She felt Ben coming down too, and heard him moan his approval of their actions. He said, "I don't care when, or how, or where you tie me up and blindfold me or do whatever else you want, but you have to do this for me again." Val didn't respond at first, other than smiling to herself, and Ben continued, "And if there's anything, and I mean anything I can do for you, you just say the word." Val slowly shrunk away from Ben and finally pulled her phallus from his ass. She watched as the sphincter muscle slowly closed the gaping hole it had made for her. As she reached down to unhitch the harness, she noticed her watch and that time was passing fast. They'd have to leave soon. She reflected on the events of their sexual deviations and smiled and allowed herself to be content with what had passed, and not demand more. A promise is a promise. She had to get him back, though she doubted he would object at all to another go at it. She pulled on her clothes and unfastened Ben's feet. Once he was re-panted and loose from the top rail too, she guided him back to her car and began the half hour drive back to the place where they'd met. On the way, they were mostly silent. It was obvious that Ben wanted more, for he tried several times to open the conversation to that subject, only to be shut down with a stern "no." When they reached the near empty lot where his car was parked, Val finally spoke to his desires. "Give me a number where I can call and leave instructions. If it works out, fine. If not, I never want to see or hear from you again. Understand?" Ben was silent for a moment, amazed at the woman's determined words. "Yes, I do." He didn't, but he'd decided he'd just have to let go and pray she enjoyed herself enough to call him again. She pulled the blindfolding tie from his head and ordered, "Good. Now get out." He did, and Val was gone before Ben or his friend who was waiting in his car just a few parking spaces away, thought to take down the license plate. They would never be able to identify the woman, or where she took him. She was a ghost and perhaps one of the few any man hoped would return. Ben turned and saw his friend approach and asked, "What the hell are you doing here?" Val spent the time of her ride back to town in a roller coaster of emotions. Why had she been so curt to Ben? Where the hell did she get the nerve to cook up such a plan, much less, carry it out? Was its wickedness the reason she enjoyed it better than any sex she'd ever had before? The questions kept coming and she noticed she was trying to answer but when another popped up before she could, she started laughing. Before long she was delirious with glee and rubbing her thighs together and feeling her nipples and barely driving. She couldn't care less. She'd had the time of her life, even if it never happened again. Chapter Five The next morning, Valerie slept in. Her assistant, Dianne, would open the "All Winnmen's Gym," on time and no one would be the wiser. She chuckled in her bed when a picture entered her mind, one of her telling her friends what had taken place at the gym last night, "Guess what I did on that rack last night, ladies!" "That can't be what I think it is," Val's assistant muttered, performing her morning equipment check. Her boss Valerie was a bitch about checking every device in the place, making sure they were not only serviceable, but clean. And the rack, was not clean, or at least the wall behind a certain spot wasn't. There was a white residue splattered over an area of a foot or so, with some evidence of having run down the wall nearly to the floor. If she didn't know better, she'd swear it was a man's sperm, but that could not be. This was an all women's gym, Winn's Women, and no man has been inside since it was built. Even the service people were women, or they weren't employed or contracted. So this couldn't be what it looked like. She went to the janitorial closet and retrieved what she needed to clean the wall. Julia and Marie showed up together. They met in the parking lot and journeyed inside as a pair, as usual. They passed Dianne, cleaning over by the rack, and they both waved and said, "Hey," before heading into the locker room to change. They regularly started their day together like this, and finished it similarly with another visit after work. The practice had become a ritual, and the camaraderie among the other patrons their social life. It had its rewards, like the obvious physical benefits, neither was ever in better shape, but in other ways too, like hearing all the latest gossip. They changed into their spandex shorts and loose fitting cotton tops and headed back out to the "Big Room." Seeing Dianne still in the same place, they looked at each other and through telepathy informed each other they were too curious not to look. When they arrived at Dianne's side, both looked twice at the smear she was working. "That's cum!" Marie said, instinctively. "How the hell did that get there?" Julia asked, just as amazed. Dianne stopped and looked at them. "I doubt it. Probably some body oil or something. We had some new people yesterday and it was probably one of them." They both looked at Dianne with mocked expressions. Marie said, "Honey, that's a man's jiz. Believe me, I know jiz. Somebody jerked off through those bars and splashed that wall. Don't insult our intelligence, Sweetie." Julia was nodding her concurrence. Dianne said, "Yeah, I guess you're right. That's what I thought too, but how? There's no men in here, ever!" "Well sweet girl," Marie said, "I guess that point's moot, isn't it. Maybe it was some late night cleaner or something like that." "I don't see how," Dianne said. "Either I or Val are always the last ones out. No one is allowed on the premises if neither of us is here. Valerie's very strict about that -- protect the integrity of the gym and patrons and all that. There's no way a guy was in here last night." "Oh yes, way," Marie said, "There was a guy in here last night all right." She looked around like a detective. "Where's Val?" Dianne said, "She's late today. She probably..." "Yeah, right," Marie said, "Late. Sleeping in. Exhausted from a good fuck." She turned to lead Julia over to the weight benches and said, "Damn. You'd think she could at least clean that up. I knew she was human deep down. That drill sergeant has a flaw, Julia girl, and we're gonna exploit it." They looked back conspiratorially at Dianne. Dianne was dumbfounded, looking still at them. When they didn't look away, she looked back at the wall, then down at her bare hand on the wet sponge, then at the remaining stain on the wall. "Disgusting." This was not supposed to happen. Julia chuckled as she and Marie selected a couple weights for some curls. "I can't believe that prissy bitch. She preaches the independence of women, then balls some jock right here in her own gym. I guess 'Winnmen's Gym' has a new meaning this morning, or probably has had one since she opened the place. What a hypocrite. Hell, she put on such a good act I thought she was a lezbo. What a bitch." She began her workout. An hour later, Val entered the parking lot just as Julia and Marie were leaving the building. The three crossed paths on the sidewalk. "Morning ladies," Val said as they approached. The women laughed. Marie said, "Spoken like a truly satisfied woman." Val looked at her in shock. How could she know? She couldn't. Julia said, "I just want to know Val, are there any other droppings around the place we need to look out for?" Valerie was on the verge of panic. Droppings? What the hell was going on? Marie could see her confusion. "Dianne took care of the rack, but we're a bit worried about the rest of the equipment, Val. Did you guys leave your seed anywhere else last night?" Vomiting was not the only thing on Val's immediate activity list. She wanted to kill to protect her reputation. She wanted to run, to get away from it all. She opened her mouth to speak, but was speechless. "Don't worry Val," Julia said, "Your secret's safe with us." She laughed and began to walk on. Marie was not one to pass up an opportunity. "Val, I can be the silent type too, but I need some inspiration." She stood her ground. Val worked hard to regain her composure, and finally asked, "What do you mean?" Marie said, "Guess." Val's eyes sharpened. She began to seethe. "Blackmail? You really believe you can blackmail me?" "I wouldn't call it that at all. We need to threaten you with something to call it blackmail. We haven't. We're just pointing out how unsafe it is to exchange bodily fluids with the machinery." Julia and Marie laughed at that. Then Marie continued, "Personally, I know just how easy that can happen, and how hard it is to protect the rest of us from unwanted exposure. Hell, let's face it. It's practically impossible, isn't it?" Val's suspicions remained high, but there seemed to be light at the end of whatever tunnel Marie was digging. "Go on." Julia looked on, totally amazed and thoroughly interested. Marie continued, "I'm just saying that, well, when you're on the inside looking out, the picture is a lot different than being on the outside looking in." Val was more confused now than ever. She leaned over on one foot in total concentration. "Can you get to the point?" Marie smiled. "Sure I can. Here's the point. We should be on the inside, with you. Cut us in on the action, let's say, tonight. After you close the gym. We'll wait in our cars in the parking lot and you will come and get us. Then we can all have some fun. What do you think, Julia? Sound fair enough?" Val looked at Julia, her mind spinning but her jawing hanging once more. It could be worse, a lot worse. Julia looked at her friend, who winked, and then at Val. "Sounds good to me. I'm not one to prematurely sound the health alarm. Maybe if we see just saw what caused all this in the first place, we may be better able to how to uh, protect ourselves in the future, you know, clean up and all." Val fired back, "Now wait just a minute. Even if I did know what you were talking about..." Marie and Julia had already left on their way to their cars. Forget the workout today. This was the crucial time to leave. They paid no attention to Val, and in fact were chatting together as if she weren't even there. Val was stuck, caught red handed, and at their mercy. She had already put two and two together and added Dianne to get an un-winnable situation. They had her over a barrel and while they had little at risk, she had her entire business and livelihood at stake. She needed to rectify this, but needed time to think of how. She would have no choice but to go along for the moment. She yelled after them, thinking about logistics, "Don't come back before ten!" The gym closed at nine, and Val was in her Corvette headed to meet Ben. She would like to have tried to find another player, but didn't trust her luck with so little time between sessions, so Ben it was. She had called him earlier at the number he'd given her, and found he was in his office. He couldn't have been more eager to have another go, and promised to be waiting at an agreed corner when she came by at nine-thirty. The pickup was otherwise a duplicate of the previous night. She stopped, let him get in, and blindfolded him with his own tie. Then she drove them back to the gym and braced herself as best she could for whatever was going to happen. The two cars in the closest spots to the door told her all she needed to know that nothing had changed in the plan. As she approached their vehicles, guiding Ben by the arm, she put a finger to her lips hoping to quiet the two customers. It worked, for they were as surprised when they got out of their cars as Ben would have been had he been able to see them. Marie whispered in Julia's ear, "This is going to be better than we thought!" Julia laughed silently and nodded, then looked back in awe at the approaching couple. Val had told Ben nothing, other than that if he liked last night, he ought to love tonight. He was sold before she opened her mouth. He was still pinching himself to wake up from the unprecedented dream of last night. Julia could scarcely contain herself. The guy was blindfolded. Pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fall into place. Val was trying to conceal her identity, and her affair. As bizarre as it was, Julia had no problem understanding now. Val's reputation as a pure and diligent business woman and fitness guru were at stake. She could not risk, or would not risk rumors and innuendo about her taking priority over her tight management of the gym, the sanctuary of safety for her all female clientele. Suddenly Julia felt for the woman. She had no intention of blowing it for her. She looked at Marie as the two walked by them. Marie had to be thinking the same thing. She whispered in Julia's ear. "Hey. I was just kidding. At least it got us a front row seat. We won't scare Val anymore, but let's not pass up an opportunity to have some fun either, right?" She knuckled her friend on the upper arm like a buddy might do. Julia smiled and agreed. They followed Val and her what, slave? Once inside, Val stopped to think of what she was going to do. She looked at the girls and they saw immediately the indecision in her eyes. Marie, not one to let this chance slide away, pointed at the weight room and they all followed, if for no other reason than at least one of them had a plan. Inside, Marie looked around and pointed at the weight bench, a simple narrow bench about two feet off the floor and about six feet long. Val looked, and escorted Ben to its side. Then to Julia's and Marie's amazement, she began undressing the guy. She took off his shirt, then his pants, and finally his shorts, revealing a huge dick and ball sac that had both of them swooning in a heartbeat. Val picked up the pace and went to work. She had Ben sit on the end of the bench, facing away from them. And again, to Julia's and Marie's amazement, she pulled out a key and opened a nearby locker. The girls noticed immediately it was Jennifer's.