I don't really work out. I maybe do a little running, just to look the part, but I’m really going because I like to admire the fit guys who work out and tease them like a bitch. And after, if he's there, I get to suck off the guy who owns it, Bello.
So the gym is on a busy street above some shops and you enter via a door at the rear. I guess it used to be someone’s lodgings or offices or stockrooms. It’s quite spacious and looks out over the street, although the windows have been mottled so no one can see in – which is probably a pretty good thing since I started going there!
Anyways, so I'm on the machine doing some jogging and who should walk in but one of the guys from Saturday night.
I couldn't remember his name and I tried to play it cool, but he recognised me straight away and came to use the machine next to me. I was wearing an all in one leotard, a bit stretched coz its the same one I've had for years and used to fir me when i was younger. Now its like see what you can see - u can see a lot - ass crack, tits, nips, LOL It's one of the few times I wear a bra !!
Anyways we start chatting and he's kinda cool. I don't remember him being quite so big around the tummy when we were fucking - strange how a girl only remembers the cock in her pussy not the body that delivers it. He started to perspire profusely. Too much beer and fried chicken. There are tons of chicken places in London. It's like a fucking disease.
He's allright. He starts flirting, saying I was a hot bitch and that Marcus was a lucky bastard for having me.
'Marcus don't own me," I says, bold as brass and nipples sticking on end, "Any black man can fuck my pussy."
he chuckles. nice deep laugh hehehe gets me all juicy
"u know," i says, There's one muscle the gym can't do anything for.'
He knows it.
He gets off the running machine and grins and goes out to the reception. he's back in a sec and winks at me.
"follow me babe," he whsipers, "one minute."
He goes to the far corner of the gym.I know that room. Its where Bello's wife organises her aerobics classes. The guy has a key and he lets himself in. There were a couple of other dudes there, one white guy, who was eyeing me up but lost interest and a black dude who was well into his pumps, so I jogged a bit more, then carefully picked my way to the back of the gym and opened the door.
The first thing I always notice in a gym is the smell of sweat. This room was like scented candy. A mirror lined the wall. Several thick blue plastic mats were arranged in a diamond on the floor. I shut the door. He was standing in his singlet, the shorts discarded, his cock rising from his groin.
“Sure, babe. What’s your name?”
I later learnt this was because he bore some resemblance to a boxer not because he was fat.
It was odd because we didn’t say anything, just looked at each other. I twirled a strand of hair in my fingers and walked slowly towards him. I took his hand and placed it on my boob and let him feel my hard nipple.
“I heard you’s a fucking sure thing, babe – a real slut.”
"didn't you figure that saturday?"
He didn’t need to answer.
Tubbs was quite a tall guy and I had to reach up a bit to kiss him. He had stubble and it scratched and his belly stopped me getting really close. The smell. The smell of a hot body. It started to turn me on. It was the same aroma you get after a good hard fucking. A sort of dirty, satisfying smell. I took the hem of his singlet and pulled it over his head. The perspiration was running over his skin. I leant in and licked it. Salty. Like cum.
Tubbs responded with a deep sigh.
“C’mon bitch,” he said, “Give me more.”
I pulled the straps of my top down and my tits were all his. He kneaded them, made the teats sore. I loved it. His mouth bit down on a boob and I gasped. He pushed me against the mirror, tore down the leotard and gave me a series of heavy deep kisses. I could feel his cock bouncing against my stomach. It was a meaty package, thick, snakey and uncut, a long foreskin hanging off the tip. I pulled back the skin, exposing the hot pink glands, and his cock seemed to grow even bigger. He might have had a big belly, but his cock easily outstripped the overhang. I got on my knees and started to gobble furiously on his fuck stick. He hadn’t had it since saturday. I could feel his cock swelling, ready for the explosion. He urged me to carry on, his hands splayed on the mirror, me crushed beneath him, consuming his dong for all I was worth. I wanted his cum in my pussy, but he refused, grabbed my head, forced me over the cock, forced me to deep throat him, until he came like a volcano in my mouth. I tried to swallow it all, but some leaked out onto my chest and leotard. He was panting but still hard. Now I too could smell sweat and sex.
I stripped, leaving my trainers on, and spread myself for him, teasing open my fat pussy lips so he could see the pussy juice dripping out of my cunt, the pinkness of my snatch, the hard horny tip of my clitty poking like an arrowhead.
He grabbed at the freshly shaven cunt, his fingers delving into me to the knuckle. He had big hands. I was open. I wanted his cock. He took me hard and fast and cruel. It felt so good and hot and dirty having a big black cock, slamming eagerly into my cunny. Tubbs obviously enjoyed it too. First it was missionary, then doggy, where he kept up a tremendous pace for something like fifteen minutes, slowing, then speeding, then changing direction. He slapped my ass like I was his fucking bitch. I could feel big droplets of sweat splashing from his chin onto the small of my back as he pounded into my cunt with all the steel of a rutting bull and frankly just as big!
At last he was ready to cum again and I begged him to empty into my pussy, but he refused, pulled out and exploded wads of white juicy cum all over my ass cheeks. I spun over and caught the last gobs on my tits and face. Delicious! Both of us were sweating now. I reckon I gave Tubbs more exercise than he got on those bloody treadmills!
There was a roll of paper towels to one side and I used it to wipe myself clean and then cleaned the mats, which were streaked with sweat and spunk.
We both dressed. Tubbs nodded his approval.
“Marcus' right, girl, you’re a fucking slut. I’ll have to see you again soon, bitch.”
And I meant it.
I don’t know if the two guys outside knew what was going on, but the whitey gave me a very strange look!
On the way out I was so insatiable I went down on Bello and blew his monster cock under the reception desk.
The way he was smiling told me it maybe wasn't a coincidence Tubbs ahd met me there, but I didn't mind. It was a good fuck. I think I'm going to get more exercise at the gym !!!