Gym Crush Ch 02

Emily and I decide to order breakfast to be delivered which she insists on paying for since we're at her house. A small part of me is bothered by her insistence, but I ignore the feeling.

We spend about half an hour talking while we wait for food.

I learn that she's 28 and an HR manager, which helps explain all of the expensive looking clothing in her closet and nice equipment in her kitchen.

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"You ok?" She softly asks taking a bite of her bagel sandwich.

"Yeah." I answer. "You caught me a bit off guard by paying for breakfast."

"Oh don't tell me you're one of *those* guys," she giggles.

"No. I'm not." I respond in between sips of coffee. "Just never been with a woman who had a job before."

"I've never fucked a guy who was tied up before so this is a morning of firsts for us."

We share a laugh at her response and continue chatting as we eat our breakfast.

After breakfast, she wraps her arms around me and we kiss passionately.

"How you feeling?" She asks with a wink.

"Stiff." I gesture with my chin down toward my cock, bulging in my shorts.

"Oh I think I can help you with that." She turns away from me, holding the neck of my t shirt. "For a cost," she giggles as she begins pulling me to her bedroom.

"What's that cost?" I ask making the money hand signal.

"Well I was gonna say you had to get naked." She gestures her eyebrow toward my hand. "But just for that, you have to be tied up again."

"Deal." I shrug and slide off my shirt and shorts.

She giggles as I step out of my shorts. "Did you really go commando in a woman's house?"

"Are you complaining?" I point toward my hard cock.

"Not at all." She reaches out and lightly teases the head with her thumb and index finger.

"Now then." She grabs my shoulder and pushes me down on her bed, first tying my left arm to the bedpost.

She struggles a bit tying my right arm, but she gets it after a couple of tries.

After giving both of my nipples hard squeezes, she turns her body around to tie my ankles, shaking her butt in my face.

"I'm starting to think you like being teased." She lifts up her upper body and lightly strokes my cock with a single finger.

"I do." I reply under my breath. She slides off the bed and my arousal subsides for a moment. "Wh... what?"

"Oh I'll be right back," she waves her hand at me. "Don't go anywhere." She winks and leaves the room, pulling the door shut behind her.

I lie there for a few minutes as my cock twitches and oozes pre cum.

Despite my squirming, her somewhat sloppy restraints hold firm.

After what feels like an eternity, but is probably only a few minutes, the door opens.

She leans against the doorway for a moment as I drink in her red lace lingerie outfit.

"Are you gonna keep ogling me or are you gonna offer me a seat?"

"You can sit on my face." I half jokingly respond.

"Oh... I like that idea." She seductively speaks walking to the side of the bed, scratching her nails up my body.

"But, I have to ask." She pauses, sliding her hands up her lingerie clad body. "Do you remember how to lick a girl?" I freeze as she plays with my nipple.

"I... don't... know." I honestly answer as she pinches my nipple, feeling a bit of embarrassment about my lack of recent experience.

"That's ok." She climbs on top of me, sliding her panties down. "Just... let... your tongue... explore me."

The obviously intentional pauses in between her words only makes me more nervous.

I savor her sweet juices as my tongue explores her, and I moan at the way her hips gyrate.

"Don't forget my clit," she says between shallow breaths.

I tilt my head back and flick her clit up and down with my tongue.

I won't lie, her cries of pleasure as she cums on my face are a huge ego boost.

"I like my juices all over your face," she giggles as we softly kiss.

She lies on the bed next to me running her nails over my chest, goosebumps rising as I writhe a bit under her touch.

"Do you like being all tied up?" She softly whispers as we kiss.

"Y... yes." I honestly answer as she continues to run her nails over my upper body.

"Oh you kinky boy," she chuckles. "Maybe I should invest in some real toys."

I continue to writhe around at her suggestion, causing her to smirk.

"I think we'd both like that." She presses her fingers into my lips, softly at first but then deeper and more firmly.

"Would you like that, Muscles?" She baby talks me. "Some proper cuffs? A real blindfold?" I gag around her fingers as she presses them deeper into my lips. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see her begin playing with herself. "Maybe some fun teasing toys?" She slightly withdraws her fingers from deep in my throat, softly kissing me and giggles. "Maybe a cock cage?" She moans at this suggestion.

"Would you like that?" Her voice breaks a little as she speaks. "Would seeing your key hanging around my neck really complete my sexy gym outfits?"

I nod and she simultaneously pinches my nose and presses her fingers deep into my mouth again, completely cutting off my air.

I desperately squirm around as much as I can but her restraints, despite how sloppy they are, still hold firm as my vision blurs.

After what feels like an eternity, but couldn't have been more than a few seconds considering I don't pass out, she completely withdraws her fingers and releases my nose.

I desperately gasp for air, my vision slowly returning.

"Take your time," she softly says.

After a few minutes my breathing returns to normal and I look at her, unsure what to say and more aroused than I've ever been.

"You good?" She asks leaning in for a soft kiss.

"I will be if you fuck me some more."

"Well in that case." She sweetly says with a grin as she climbs on top of me.

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After a day of just eating, laughing and fucking, Emily gives me a passionate kiss in her doorway.

"I hope you enjoyed our fuckathon as much as I did," she coos.

"See you tomorrow," I wink kissing her forehead.

I get in my car, and see on the screen in the front that it's almost 6:00 PM. As I drive home, I chuckle to myself that today was probably the best sick day of my life.

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I drive into the gym the next morning, excited to see Emily. But her car isn't there when I pull into the lot.

In between every set of my workout I glance at the door, hoping to see her enter, but each time I'm disappointed to see no one there.

Work is pure hell, my mind running wild as I think back on the nonstop bliss that yesterday was and running in circles trying to think about why she wasn't at the gym this morning.

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The next day is Saturday, the one day I let myself sleep in. I wake up around 9 but don't head to the gym until around 5, because there's usually no one else at the gym at that point.

As I drive in, every part of me hopes that Emily is going in at the same time since she likes to avoid the crowds.

I let out an audible sigh of disappointment when I don't see her car.

I get on with my workout and try to ignore the disappointment of not seeing her for a couple days now.

In between sets of squats, I look around the gym and think about Emily.

I get angry, thinking to myself that I must've scared her and she's now avoiding me.

"Stupid. Stupid." I say to, and about, myself as I load another plate onto the bar.

I finish my set and rack the bar, taking a sip of water and looking at myself in the mirror and taking a moment to just let my mind wander.

I return to reality still looking in the mirror, but now seeing something bright in the mirror behind me.

I turn and realize it's Emily in pink spandex leggings and a matching sports bra looking at me with a sheepish half smile on her face.

"Hey you." She says entering the rack.

"You ok?" You weren't here yesterday."

"Oh I'm fabulous." She leans against the back corner of the rack. "I couldn't walk yesterday," she grins.

My jaw drops, not even sure how to respond to that.

"I'm... sorry?" I reply, unsure if I should be more apologetic or proud of that."

"Oh don't be." She smiles approaching me and putting a hand on my arm. "I needed a really REALLY good fucking like that," she seductively whispers.

I open my mouth to say something witty, but I can't think of anything in time.

She wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me softly but passionately.

"Why don't you swing by tomorrow night," she softly says as we break apart.

"Ok." I answer, running my hand through her hair.

"Oh," she chimes with a smirk. "I left a present in your bag. Open it in private." She gestures down with her chin and I notice her necklace.

A gold chain with a key hanging on the end of it.

I look down at my bag and, remembering her teasing me about a cock cage, put two and two together. My mind runs wild at the idea of actually wearing one, a mix of arousal and nerves.

She scratches her nail down my arm. I look up, seeing her wink and blow me a kiss before walking away.

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I get back to my apartment after my workout, rifling through my bag before finding the cage.

This is the first time I've ever seen one in person, holding it in front of my face.

I feel the hair on the back of my neck rise as I examine the cage.

The cage is only about 3 or 4 inches long, so it's definitely going to be a tight fit, my cock growing with excitement.

Knowing I can't let my cock stay hard too long without jerking off, I run to the bathroom.

I wet a face cloth with cold water, imagining Emily watching me.

I let out a gasp and grit my teeth as I wrap my cock in cold water, feeling it soften.

Before even thinking about anything else, I slide the steel ring down my cock.

I take a minute to adjust to the cold of the ring before sliding the cage down my length, struggling to get it to click into place.

After a minute or two of struggling, the cage clicks into place with the ring.

I hold the cage in place, my cock already swelling despite the cold steel encasing it.

I hold the padlock up and examine it for a moment before locking it in place.

For the next few minutes, my cock swells in its new cage. Or rather tries to swell, since the cage has barely any breathing room.

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The next day I drive to her house, stopping to pick up some flowers for her.

I'm not sure what compels me to get her some flowers, but she's been running through my mind for the last 24 hours straight and I feel I have to bring her something.

I knock on her door... and wait.

It feels like hours I'm on her front porch but is probably only a few minutes.

I knock again and have to take a minute to settle my breathing, not realizing how erratic it had become.

I hear a shuffling on the other side of the door and I feel my eyes light up with anticipation.

The door cracks open and she peaks her head around the corner, grinning at me.

"Come on in handsome." She opens the door wider, still hiding her body behind it.

I enter and drop the flowers when I see her wearing a black lace bustier with stockings and heels.

"Oh pick those up," she coos pointing at the flowers.

I try crouching down to pick them up but after hitting legs yesterday, I don't have the strength to balance like that and fall to my knees.

I grab the flowers, and she puts her hands on my shoulders before I stand up.

"I like you kneeling." She giggles leaning down and kissing my forehead. She takes the flowers out of my hand and gently caresses my cheek. "Why don't you stay just like that."

She steps behind me, walking out of my peripheral vision.

I stay still, her words ringing in my head for a while.

I hear her laughing as she walks up behind me.

"Hey Muscles." She licks my ear and lightly massages down my arm. "I have some presents for you. Are you excited?"

"Yes." I choke out, hearing a chain jiggling behind me. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what she's about to do.

I don't struggle as she cuffs my hands behind my back and lifts me up by my shoulders.

She turns me around and we kiss passionately, both moaning and out of breath when we break apart.

She sits on the couch and grins at me. "Head on my lap." She pats her leg and the couch next to her.

I sit down next to her, facing the other side of room and lower my head until it's resting on her lap.

"Good boy." She chimes while reaching up my shirt and scratching her nails over my chest.

After a few minutes, she sees that her scratching me is starting to drive me a little bit crazy. In response, she undoes my belt and unbuttons my jeans, reaching down them to scratch my thighs.

"Baby can you do something for me?" She innocently asks, playing with the key on her necklace with her other hand.

"An... anything," I reply through gritted teeth.

"Think back to last time you were here." My mind goes back to Thursday. "Yeah that's it." She chimes, lightly running her nails through the cracks in the cage and feeling my cock trying to stiffen. "What was your favorite orgasm on Thursday?"

I think back to all of my orgasms Thursday, with her continued scratching of my thighs beginning to make me writhe around.

"Whe... when you f... first... s... su... sucked me off." I answer through gritted teeth.

"Oh yeah." She says as if reminiscing about something that happened years ago. "Your first orgasm from a girl in years, that would be pretty special and intense.

I nod, the hand that was playing with her necklace now caressing my face and lightly scratching my neck.

"My favorite was a little different though," she grins. She gently stuffs her fingers in my mouth, and softly fucks my mouth with them as she talks.

"It was later in the day." She grins down at me. "When you were untied and you just..." she over dramatically moans. "Had your way with me." I feel the harsh metal of the cage preventing me from growing. "You remember. You held my wrists over my head, your other hand on my throat." I writhe around, remembering the images she's talking about. "And your knees under my butt, letting you get that cock so fucking deep inside me."

She holds my head down, fucking my mouth with her fingers with a grin.

"You just went wild on me. Didn't you?" I nod, whimpering around her fingers. "Oh yeah!" Her eyes light up with recognition. Speaking of your cock, that reminds me." She smirks. "Can I see your locked up friend?" I nod and she removes her fingers.

I slowly stand up in front of her and she pulls my belt off and slides my jeans and underwear down.

"Oh my." She leans forward, lightly running her nail and tongue over the crack in the cage. "This cage is so small."

"I know." I softly say under my breath, feeling my cock ripping against the steel cage.

"Oh don't get all quiet on me." She chuckles, standing up and wrapping her arms around my neck. "I think we should go to the bedroom and get that off of you." She winks and gives me a soft kiss. "Sound good?"

I nod, feeling her take my hand and then turning to lead me to her bedroom.

I find it a little odd that the door is shut, but she opens it and steps aside. This reveals the restraints on the corners of her bed and a big red bag next to the bed.

"I think we're gonna have some fun tonight." Emily says from behind me.