Episode 12: Over the Top

Rodney Larsen just knew his shower date with Candace Palmer was going to escape his luck. Over the last five hours she and their boss Mark Sterling had introduced her to over two dozen hunky men who frequented the gym to stay fit. Other than a few troublesome members who just weren’t openminded forcing her into a gym t-shirt that covered her entire body down to mid-thigh, Candi was a massive hit. Those folks older and female in a couple of cases Mark drew the line. Candi understood, the male clientele remained intrigued and flirted when and where they could.

Thus far, there was no sex involved here today outside of guys copping a feel, or Candi rubbing a few hard, barely concealed cocks as her way of getting their hopes up. During those hours where she was fortunate enough to run free in her perfect skin, those hands returned the favor and were all over her. Rodney with his cell recorded short videos of her being groped and loving it, Candace reminding the video that this was all for her hubby Damian. Many of the guys even thanked Damian for getting his gorgeous wife out of those baggy clothes. The thoughts of sex with her were an added bonus.

By 9:01 PM those final opposers prepared to take their leave. Candi who stood with Rodney at the front counter bid them a cordial farewell. The second that car last drove off Candi abandoned that Power Play t-shirt and screamed out of frustration. “HERE I COME!” Of course, Rodney groaned at her ignoring him. Guys hanging out for showtime laughed at her as she came running, hopping, skipping, jumping into arms. Back to being pawed up. She simply could not get enough attention. Mark Sterling already out there in the fitness arena gabbing, had to laugh at her enthusiasm. Whistling loudly so that Rodney would come running, Mark promoted the lanky young man. An expensive handheld camcorder was passed to Rodney. As his replacement cameraman Mark showed him how to use it. It was hardly a course in rocket science!

Leaving the lobby unmanned shouldn’t be an issue at this hour. The center closed at 10:00. Anyone who knew that would likely not bother dropping by for twenty minutes at best. With seven men still here, each in pretty darn good shape, they were all eager to receive Candi’s own specialized attentions. Kissing each of the guys quickly became steamy. Candi cradled by a Romeo named Chet succumbed to him holding her up by her butt cheeks, chest crushed into his, and legs curled about his waist. Married or not Chet Pullman enjoyed her sensual lips and frolicking tongue. Hell, all seven guys were married, so was she. If Damian insisted, so be it.

While Chet made out with the bandit, Rodney at Mark’s coaxing recorded her passionate moment, guys uncaring of being on video rubbed her back and even poked her butthole to entice a delightful squeal yet with muffled vocals. Kissing without waver often did that to a girl. Chet laughed each time she nearly bit his tongue. Mark could tell that Rodney was uneasy, sensing that he had a crush on her. A hand on his shoulder Mark whispered his concern. “Rather go on home, Bubba?”

“No! I won’t leave her.” He mumbled back, so that the video wouldn’t reveal his decision. Mark squeezed both of the boy’s shoulders for hanging in there. Eye contact alone let Rodney understand that his employer did have somewhat of a conscience.

“Goddamn, Sterling!” Bower Reed, a farmer around the area stepped back, arms folded over his chest. “I never knew Candi was this wild. Did you spike her water bottle?”

“You know Damian. This is all on him, Bower.”

“Let me get this straight. Palmer is letting us fuck his wife?”

“If you fellas want that. I know you guys are all hitched so use your own judgment and don’t do anything you don’t want to. The room remains silent concerning what any of you do. Pact!” Regardless, all eyes went on Rodney. Rod realized quickly that he was their biggest worry. A palm in the air as if to say, “No problem!” he buffered their stress.

“Oh, we want to.” Another man who knew Damian back in the day, Jason Graham a city worker chimed in. “My wife barely puts out these days. Candi has always been fine as hell.”

“Even in her baggy sweats!” Chet pointed out.

“No more of those.” Candi paused her kiss, Chet lowering her down. “Skin only if I get my way.”

“Micro bikinis are going to be her uniform when she can get away with it. That gym t-shirt will be worn over the micro bikini otherwise. Nudity isn’t out ruled as you can see, but once my dad gets back, we need to watch ourselves. He will be our biggest obstacle.” Other than his girlfriend Lisa, but she never stepped foot into this facility. Prissy bitch! If she wasn’t so fucking gorgeous Mark might throw the bitch out. Coming from money and prestige, her parents both doctors Lisa was raised to be snooty. Mark just got lucky!

“So, when can we bend that sweet ass of yours over, Palmer?” A third man chuckled rubbing her butt cheek. Brody Rochet worked for the power company fixing power lines due to bad weather. Local electrician on the side with his dad.

“Now!” She giggled and touched her toes while looking directly at Rodney’s camera. “Is that thing on?” A nod yes, she continued, “Hi, Baby! I wasn’t certain how far we could go today so I kept it mostly social. You don’t mind if they at least get a sample, do you?” She flipped her tongue at the camera. “I want it bad, Baby! See what you’ve done to me.” Reaching around her ass cheeks she pried them apart. “SOCK IT TO ME, BRODY.” As in socket! Electrician humor!

“This okay with you, Mark?” Brody felt the need to check.

“I’m going to go to my office. All of you horny fucks can do whatever you want. I don’t believe Damian would object. Right, Candace?”

“FUCK ME!” She screamed laughing. “I WANT TO FEEL ALL OF YOU EVEN IF IT’S JUST FOR A TASTE.”

“Quiet down!” Mark shook his head. “Stay aware! If you see any cars take her to the locker room.”

“Got it!” Chet nodded nudging Brody aside with a challenging grin. Chet Pullman, a tree cutter in the area dropped his shorts and released a sturdy seven-inch beast. No sequoia but the wood was hard. Easing up to Candi he lined up then hesitated to look up at Rodney. “Don’t be shy, Larsen. Bring that camera back here and watch me feed the baby.” Timid at first Rodney moved closer and panned the camera lens right where Chet had his beefy crown posed. The tip barely inside her pink vulva he gradually entered her, rolling her membranes wide to ripple around his girth. “Ohhhhhhh, yeah! Tight as fuck.”

“Not for long!” Brody laughed, his friend Emmett Keith agreeing with a nod.

“Fuck that feels good.” Candi whimpered directly into the camera lens as if Damian were there in person to hear her exhaled admission. As Chet fed her all seven inches, he extended an arm to place a palm on Rodney’s shoulder to keep him invested. Thirty rapid insertions she was tugging at her hair screaming. So much for quieting down. Mark in his office texted Damian that she was a big hit with the guys. 5:15 AM in Iraq, Damian was just waking up from his only night off. Receiving the text Damian smiled. Returning the message, he cast a thumbs up emoji and added his desire that they fuck her Hella hard. “Hitting the showers, I’ll be in touch.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Mark took a walk back out to the gathered testosterone. Brody claimed her cunt next after being cheated earlier. He immediately took her to the carpet ass high, her face lying sideways on the rug. Rather than just watch them Emmett Keith placed his shoe on her left profile to keep her there. Seeing them acting all boss, Mark puckered and paused his decision. “Let them have their fun. Damian said Hella hard anyway. They can hit the showers before Joe comes to get her.”

“We should have that safe word, Candi.” Rodney was observing her situation as bad.

“The safe word is FUCK ME!” She hissed. “Keep recording!” That alluded to chuckles. Even under pain and stress Candace Palmer was not giving up. That required a few invested slaps of well-earned praise over her ass cheeks. Brody was having a ball. “YESSSSSSSSSSS! HARDER!” Three more rough swats Brody had to retreat or cum inside her. “NOOOOOOOO! IN ME!” Shrugging at the others Brody went for it and hammered her until he fired with everything he had. The shots rang out within the blonde, making her scream and squirt around his deserving seven-plus. Wish fulfilled! Fully filled!

“On that note, Gents. Let’s take Damian’s little whore here to the showers.” That perked up Rodney who had discussed showering with Candi before calling it a night. One step closer, six steps back thanks to these fuckers. He just knew all he was going to get was to see her look at him in ecstasy. Not the worst thing but dang it he wanted to lose his virginity to her, just not like this. “Start crawling, Palmer.” Mark nudged her ass with his left foot. Walking on all fours in a seductive manner wasn’t going to fly. Before Mark could even suggest it Jason Graham took it upon himself to reach over and clutch her blonde mane and added some force to her step.

“We don’t have all night you stupid cunt.” She huffed at the stress on her scalp and increased her crawling speed. Not so fun on her knees in the carpet but she endured. She loved her hair, and it wasn’t getting pulled out over her lagging behind. Rodney was tempted to tell Jason to let her go but Mark pointed at him to remain silent and took the camcorder from Rodney. In turn the gym owner followed the group into the locker room and left Rodney dogging his tail.

Once inside the showers Chet turned on the water and joined Jason in holding her by her hair to drag her up onto her feet. Standing, Chet clutched her throat tightly and held her face under the torrent until she spit up like a fountain and released a deafening gasp. Ignoring Brody’s nut, her ass rinsed by the water, Chet took her cunt from behind and slammed her into the shower wall. Her appeal was more in line with “Yesssss!”

Mark nudged Rodney with an elbow to break his trance over the ordeal. “Can you do this or not? I’ll let you resume recording while I watch the front door. Hell, I might as well lock it.”

“Yeah! I just worry about her.”

“I get it but you need to stop. Damian owns that hot ass blonde, not you, and she won’t let him down. Just listen to her begging for whatever they throw at her. You aren’t stupid Larsen, she loves this. Work with her or just go on home. I’ll understand. Your job is not on the line. You just need to come to grips with the changes around here, her.” A grip sounded really good; his cock was hefty even under his worrisome demeanor.

“No! I’m not leaving her until her ride comes to get her.”

“Good man! No interfering, got it?” The camera caught all of his words in transition. Damian would learn of Rodney’s defensive nature. Not that it would matter!

“Yeah!” Recording continued as Chet pulled out to turn her sideways with her ass now facing Jason. Hearing Chet request that Jason join him in taking her DP the man chuckled and moved in for the thrill. A quick rotation of their blonde puppet so that they could share in an easier angle it was on, up, and in.

“Now this my wife never allows. I haven’t had her asshole once since we’ve been married.”

“Fix that! Make her your bitch or the marriage won’t last.” Chet threw it out there, “Trust me, women like a guy in charge. Right, Candace?”

“GOD, YES!” She took it like a pro. After her brother-in-law’s friends taking her DP, then Doug and his buddy Chris by the interstate she was wanting this more and whore. Penetrating her anus, the seesaw effect took over and she was a ragdoll in their greedy clutches. Her throat held, both breasts squeezed, she was totally at their unforgiving mercy. Her cries of ecstasy were aimed for all ears, not just Damian in the distance.

It was hard for Rodney to get in there for closeups with the water running. He was afraid of ruining Mark’s camcorder. Noting the boy’s hesitance Brody grabbed a towel and made it into a temporary umbrella over the camera long enough for Rodney to kneel and capture the savage insertions. Candace Marie was squirting all over their cocks screaming “I LOVE YOU, DAMIAN!” even while Chet choked her, Jason placing fingers in her mouth. Gagged or not she needed to make her loyalty clear.

Hammering her upright Jason even went so far as to pinch her nostrils closed while they held her face under the shower spray. Breathless but embracing orgasm after orgasm she endured things until both men detonated into her at equal ends. Pulling out of her they tossed her aside and let her twitch in step. Holding the wall for support Candi battled her convulsions in style. That style meant looking directly at the camera while quaking and panting through her nose.

Eyelids refusing to blink she found the energy to reach down and masturbate. The show must go on. Beefcake all around her jerking off she dropped to her knees and inched her way within an enforced circle. Luring them all in Candace Marie set out with the intent to perform a perfect blow bang. Clutching dicks to each side of her then gobbling up another for swift meals she rotated her advances to give each of them equal opportunity.

Rodney shut the water off so that he could move freely around each of the high-altitude studs glaring down at her rapid reactions. Finally, Chet paused Rodney’s filming style, “Whip your shit out Larsen. Join the party!” Eyes bulging Rodney shook his head no at first until he felt a hand palming the inseam of his trunks. Shooting a glance down at her, he discovered Candace winking at him even with her mouth full of Brody.

Chet claimed the camera just long enough so that Rodney with Candi’s insistent hand tugging at his waistband could lower them. To everyone’s shock what entered the fray was mindboggling. That little fucker was packing a whopper ten-inch plus some, thick and clenching its fist. Yep! His crown was easily one of Candi’s own fists. Sweet Hazeus!

“Well look at Junior!” Emmett laughed, “You’re putting us all to shame Kid.” Rodney found himself smug suddenly. While he wanted Candi all to himself, at least she might jerk him off. Better than that, Brody snapped her fingers at Candi and ordered her over to Rodney. Suddenly, as if paying respect where it was due all seven men eased back and let Candace deal with the third-armed bandit. It was about to get good!

Thirty minutes ago!

Joe Palmer decided to pick his son Kevin up from football practice before driving to Power Play gym to pick up his daughter-in-law. Being the good dad that he was he ordered the rest of Kevin’s teammates into the bed of his truck and volunteered to drop each of them at home. On his last stop for player Jesse Hart, the boy fist bumped Joe with his thanks and hurried on toward his house. He was starving!

Perfect timing, he hadn’t noticed his mother hauling in groceries from the trunk of her car. A toot out of Joe to draw his attention Joe yelled out. “HEY, SACK BOY! HELP YOUR MOMMA.” True enough Jesse had been sacked a few times during practice. A thumbs up the boy sat his helmet and pads on the steps of his front porch and sprinted to assist him mom.

“Jesse’s mom is pretty fucking hot, isn’t she.” Kevin chuckled, noting his dad checking out a leggy brunette with her long hair pinned back. “She just started as a waitress uptown at Flap Jacks!”

“How have I never met her, or even heard of Jesse’s mother?” Joe found her smiling brightly at him and waving. “Her hubby is a lucky man.”

“Divorced! Cal moved to Kansas City for work and another woman. Twins on the way, that’s what killed the marriage.”

“Sad to hear! She sort of reminds me of that actress Anne Hathaway. I better stop staring or she’ll think I’m interested.” He knew the actress from Ocean’s 8! Kevin had no clue who the actress was!

“Dad! This is what D and I’ve been saying. Dating is a good thing for you. Jesse would be cool if you asked her out.”

“Day at a time. You boys already have me eyeballing teachers. I’ll stop by the diner after or over the weekend. I’ve got too much on my plate taking Candi to shop in St. Louis, and your game Friday night. Maybe if she’s working Saturday I’ll drop by for coffee and waffles.” One last toot of his horn Joe saluted her military style and drove on.