Gretchen: Gym Workout


Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Heterosexual, Group Sex, Interracial, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Gretchen makes use of the company work out room after the workday ends. Some workout-there are dues.

[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not be entirely realistic. All locations, events, and persons are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]

"Oh, God! Oh, Nooo, don't stop, don't stop! Oh, Fuck, more, more! Shit, faster, faster you fuckers!"

At that point, I swallowed the big dick hanging over my face and sucked on it like it was the last one on earth. But it wasn't as there was the big fat fuck stick in my cunt that slammed into me harder and faster at my command. I was in erotic heaven--but wait, maybe I should start from the beginning.

I'm Gretchen, better known to close associates as, "Gretch." I'm twenty-five and six feet tall. Yeah, I'm a big girl, in more than one way, too. My arms and legs are long, lean, and mean--that is, toned. I was a high school athlete, girl's basketball player to be exact. And I was good enough to get a full, four year scholarship ride to the state university where I got my business degree. That, in turn, led to my current job in an advertising agency in the second largest city in the state.

But, it also led to a decline in fitness that results from a desk job. So, early on, I joined the fitness club that our company organized a number of years ago. There's a very large and very complete fitness center located in the basement of the building and the use of it's free to all employees. I normally work out every night after work, that is, from four thirty to five thirty or six. I store my workout outfit in the large locker/shower rooms provided.

About a week ago, two new male, mid level executives started showing up during my exercise time. I'd seen them around on my floor as they each had offices down the hall from me. I wear conservatively provocative outfits to work that show teasingly small amounts of cleavage and upper leg. I saw that these two newcomers had noticed me and were looking, and looking a lot.

I also saw that they are both true studly hunks, one dark and one blond and both looked to be mid to late twenties in age. They were both broad shouldered, tight chested, and tall with sculptured faces and Roman noses. Both were muscular, athletically fit, and sported brick tight, toned abs. Well muscled legs set off long torsos. I get wet panties just thinking about them.

The blond was Al and the dark one was Vince. Their normal workout attire consisted of Spandex shorts with a skin tight, tank type undershirt. This top shows off their chest and abs quite well, especially when plastered to their bodies by sweat. The shorts give a very definite idea of the packages they carry between their legs. And, when aroused, well...

My workout attire is usually a tight spandex body stocking cut quite high and without a bra. My boobs measure in the fairly large category and it's a very tight fit to squeeze them into that stocking. But of course, that's the whole idea. I also don't wear any kind of panties, so the result is a quite definitive cameltoe with no VPL (visible panty line).

All in all, my workout attire is quite a contrast to my normally conservative work duds. It goes without saying that I attract attention during my workouts. Word has gotten around and I'm attracting quite a crowd most week nights except Friday.

A lot of guys have consequently tried to put the moves on me at these workout sessions, but I've up to now, resisted one and all, earning the sobriquet of "Ice Woman". I believe in the old adage about not fouling the nest, i.e., don't get involved with coworkers. Do any playing around away from home base. But somehow, these two had worked their way into this defense, and they were about to make a strategic breakthrough.

I thought that particular Friday would never end. My boss, Fred, was on my ass four times during the day. My date for the evening, no one from my company, called to cancel. My computer went down for the last three hours of the day. My insurance agent called and said my car insurance would not cover my accident. I caught my skirt on the corner of a file cabinet drawer and ripped a big, three corner tear in it and it was one of my favorite skirts, too. Naturally.

Then add to that, the rep for one of my major ad accounts called and said the last work-up suggestion was unacceptable. The work-up needed to be redone. He wanted the redo available by Monday morning. God Damn.

If that still wasn't enough, ten minutes before quitting time, Fred handed me a package that he wanted taken care of before I left. SHIT! Looking it over, I saw I was in for two more hours, minimum before I could leave. I gave up in resignation and dug into the file of work for the next two and one half fucking hours.

Consequently, I had a real head of steam up by the time I got to the locker room shortly after six thirty to change for my workout. I really needed to work off some rage and frustration. I stripped off my office clothes and started to get into my body suit.

The Goddamned suit ripped. I yelled out, "FUCK! SHIT! What the fuck else is going to go wrong today?"

I did have a pair of short shorts and a Tee top that I kept for spares, so I put those on. With no panties, the crotch of the shorts would, with any stretching exercises at all, ride up into my slit and leave the outside portion of my labia, not to mention my ass, protruding into the open air much, if not most, of the time.

The Tee top was extremely tight across my big boobs, and didn't quite cover the bottom of them. They would also be entirely exposed with any kind of real stretching. I almost didn't go out there, dressed like that. But then I thought, What the hell, Friday nights are usually nearly deserted anyway.

The fitness center normally closes at eight p.m., so I still had more than time for my workout. I noticed an awful lot of boners on most of the few guys left in the gym and who found some reason to traipse by my various workout stations.

None of those sniffing males made any attempt to hide their erections. One stud even had his cock head fully exposed down his thigh out from under the leg opening in his shorts. His cock was long and his shorts were fairly short. Precum was obviously pearling out his cockhead.

By seven thirty, I'd worked out with a vengeance and had mostly calmed down by the end of my session. I also noticed that the thin, Friday night crowd had, by then, thinned down even more to just Al, Vince and myself. As expected, my workout had continuously exposed a shit pile of my skin. There wasn't much left to the imagination except for what the onlookers would like to do with what they saw.

I also noticed that both Al and Vince hardly took their eyes off me ever since I entered the gym. Everyone had, the way I was dressed. But Al and Vince seemed always to be on nearby machines with advantageous frontal views of me while I sat or lay on the various machines, tits and pussy very much on display for them. Their boners were impossible to hide.

I thought that as my date for the evening had canceled, and with the rest of my fucked up day, I needed some diversion. I'd some limited conversations with the two guys in the lunch room, so Al and Vince were not total strangers to me. During the past week they'd been coming to the gym, they'd become increasingly friendly and talkative. Read that flirtatious and coming on to me very strongly, especially during short workout breaks.

We were completely alone. The janitor did the fitness center at the start of each day and would not reappear until the next morning. The rule was that the last one out locked the door and deposited the key in a locked drop box on the hall wall beside the door.

I was lying on my back straddled over a narrow bench, raising and lowering dumb bells, still showing most of my tits and most of my pussy, when Al strolled over.

"Girl, you sure are a piece of work. Could you use some assistance?"

"Could be, what'd you have in mind?"

Al's answer was to stretch out along the bench between my legs, drop his face into my pussy and lap with his tongue on either side of the crotch strip of cloth of my shorts.

"EEee, more!" I squealed in response.

Since this cloth strip was deep in my slit and in his way, Al didn't waste any time tugging my shorts down. I helped by raising my ass so he could get the shorts all the way off. Accomplishing that task, Al dived back into my pussy with a real vengeance. I dropped a sighing moan of complete surrender. Al used his hands to spread my pussy open and licked and sucked up and down my slit. His mouth closed on my clit and it telescoped into a fat erection as he sucked.

Al mumbled around his mouthful of clit, "Fuck, I haven't ever seen a clit this long nor as fat as this one is. It sure looks like a miniature dick!"

I suddenly realized Vince was standing behind my head when he said, "OK for me to join this little party?"

When I craned my head backward, I could see that Vince was standing there, entirely naked. That was a hell of a one eyed monster that stared me straight in the face. My mouth formed a big, open "O" and he plopped that humongous fuck stick right in. Vince's hands had also pulled my T back around my neck. Those hands were quickly all over my boobs and tweaking my nipples.

My pelvis/pussy had long ago begun to undulate up and down in the timeless motion of eros. Pussy juice was running out of me and onto the bench, not to mention all over Al's mouth and nose. Al stood and quickly stripped out of his top and pants to give me a "down my nose" first look at another monster fuck stick.

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