"I do apologize ma'am, but the hotel gym is for guests' only. If you would like to see Marc at the concierge desk just behind you, I'm sure he'd be happy to direct you to any gyms within the area" the duty manager said.
"Ridiculous", Marc heard the woman mutter frustratedly as she turned and made her way towards him. She was a giant of a woman and up to that point, Marc had been in awe of her broad shoulders and rippling back muscles, which had tensed and shuddered from beneath her meagre singlet with each irritated movement. He had cast his eyes down to her bulbous calf muscles, sat below the most defined hamstrings he had ever seen, like pistons just waiting to power this force of nature at a moment's notice. Marc was under no illusion that she was participating in the bodybuilding contest at the Exhibition Centre next door.
He composed himself just as this Amazonian beauty reached the concierge desk. He was now looking at a 6'2 brunette whose sheer girth and size from behind was rivalled only by her front. Sat atop each python by her sides were boulders fighting to burst through tanned skin. The sight of her forearms, which were roughly the size of Marc's lower legs, sent a rush of adrenaline through him as he imagined being pinned up by the throat against the wall behind. There was a brief moment of respite as he remembered that from the waist down, he was hidden.
"I need to find a gym within walking distance" the woman said abruptly. By now, cast in shadow by her mountainous frame, Marc noticed her gorgeous face. With raven-brown hair tightly pulled back in a ponytail, it was her silky-smooth skin, delicate nose and round lips which contrasted strikingly with the rest of her body. They were the features of someone at the opposite end of their 20's to Marc, who had just hit 21 himself.
"I have two hours before I need to be on stage next door" she continued, confirming what Marc had thought.
"Not a problem ma'am" he replied, trying to sound in control but failing miserably, as he reached for the pile of maps beside him. He made a point of unfurling the paper as he kept a keen eye on the front desk. Just as the duty manager had grabbed some paperwork and vanished around the corner to the back office, Marc quickly dropped the map, rounded the desk and whispered "follow me" to the guest.
Her face immediately softened as the two made towards the elevators.
"Thank you!" she said in a relieved whisper, so as not to give up the ruse. As they stepped into a vacant lift, both relaxed, though Marc decidedly less so.
"Thank you!" she repeated, as she looked down at his name badge. "You're a life-saver Marc".
She was positively towering over him as she gushed with gratitude, which Marc both loved and hated simultaneously, as there was no concierge desk to hide behind in this lift.
"My pleasure ma'am" he replied, in a voice still too croaky for his liking.
"Please, call me Bella" she said, extending a baseball mitt of a hand down to the concierge.
"So, Bella, you're competing in the bodybuilding comp?" he asked.
"Yeah" she replied, "and I can't step on stage without a good pump"
"I completely understand" Marc lied. Whilst he was in decent shape from playing competitive tennis, he had never so much as looked at a dumbbell.
"It's not much" Marc conceded as he buzzed her in to the gym on the sixth floor.
"Oh, it will do", she replied with a kind smile.
4 hours later
Marc was doing a sweep of the lobby in the quiet of the early afternoon. He had not been able to stop thinking about Bella and was shattered that he had missed her on the way out, most likely during the bustle of checkout hour. As he picked up a discarded newspaper and turned toward the concierge desk, he was met by the perfect breasts of none other than his bodybuilding heroine. Still in her competition gear consisting of a skin-tight tank top and shorts, the massive bicep on her left arm was guarding a large trophy and she was grinning from ear to ear.
"I won!" she gushed. "My first win at an international competition" she continued proudly.
"Congratulations!" Marc replied enthusiastically. He was so happy to be cowering beneath her again that he felt a tingle shoot down to the tip of his cock.
"I'm dedicating this to you" Bella said. "I was in such a horrible state of mind this morning, but after meeting you I knew I was going to dominate this competition".
They both grinned as Marc fantasized about her dominating him.
"Anyway" she said, "I've been staying with a friend this week, but after this win, I've booked a room at a hotel just down the road. I was wondering if you wanted to stop by after your shift and help me celebrate?"
It was as if someone had dropped a rack of weights in Marc's stomach. Everything he had been wishing for since their meeting was now playing out in front of him.
"Of course," he stuttered, "I'd love to".
"Great" she replied with a cheeky grin, "The Hightower, room 1021. I'll leave a room key under your name with reception".
She kissed Marc on the cheek, leaving a faint trace of posing oil which remained on his face as he walked around in a daze for the next 10 minutes, until a co-worker mentioned it.
He was practically levitating in the shower after his shift and could barely respond in the change room as his co-worker complained about a troublesome guest.
The receptionist threw him a cautious look as he mumbled about 'a key for Marc for room 1021' when he arrived at Bella's hotel. He was so consumed about what he hoped was about to happen that the young lady at the desk must have thought he was on some heavy medication. He stared at the monitor in the lift as each floor clicked by in slow motion, until a 10 appeared and the doors opened. Two light knocks on the door of room 1021 later, his insides turned again as he heard heavy footsteps approach from the other side.
As it opened, Bella stood in front of him, brown hair dripping either side of her onto a towel wrapped around her body. Lips still formed in that wicked grin she had farewelled him with earlier, Bella ushered him inside. Marc would usually take note of hotel rooms upon entering, comparing them to the property that he works at, but as soon as the door closed, a powerful hand gripped his shoulder and swung him around aggressively. Before he knew it, Bella's tongue was down his throat. There was no hesitation as Marc slid his hands over her rippled lats and kissed back. They made their way to the bed, and with the kind of control that Marc had no right to have in this situation, he pushed Bella onto the bed. As she landed, with a heavy thud, Marc unwrapped the towel, and forced his way in between her tree-trunk sized thighs.
As Bella's legs parted, her pussy lips held onto each other for as long as possible, until the pressure became too much. Her glistening flaps snapped apart, quivering. She was completely hairless down there, and even with tanned skin, the magenta of her flawless pussy was polarizing. But more than the hue, it was her massive clit, like a jewel sitting atop a crown, that made Marc salivate. He slid his tongue out, ready to lightly massage her flpas, as he felt a hand wrap around the back of his head. It was soon made clear that Bella had already 'warmed' herself up, so to speak, as she pulled his face in hard. Marc's outstretched tongue was thrust deep inside her sweet, wet cunt.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" she moaned, as Marc's tongue lunged in and out. It was the wettest pussy he had ever tasted.
"I've been thinking about this ever since the elevator" she purred. Marc had wanted to reply in agreeance but the fluid which had coated his mouth was now making its way down his throat. His cock pushed mercilessly against the zipper of his jeans.
With the entirety of his lower face covered in Bella's cream, Marc slid his way up effortlessly toward her clit. He flicked his tongue under her hood and took what felt like a marble in his mouth.
