Hello everyone, I've been a big fan of this site for a while, but I've finally decided to write my own story. Considering this is my first time ;) any constructive criticism would be welcome. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
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"The thing I love about this thong is the material," said Curtis, "we've specially formulated our cotton and silk blends to maintain their shape even after 6 months of regular use, they are as luxurious on for that 6 month anniversary dinner as they are for the steamy first date."
This line always killed when he pitched to women. Women loved Curtis. "So how large an order do you want to place?"
"Curtis, these are lovely, the entire line is lovely, but we've also just signed an agreement to sell the Marguerite line. But we want these. How do 30 of each of the thongs, and 30 of each of the bras do for you?"
The women who ran this boutique seemed nice, so Curtis would take the deal but he wouldn't be too happy about it.
"Yeah, yeah we can make that work."
"Thank you so much Curtis, we really look forward to displaying this line in the store next month."
"You ladies have a lovely day, I'll leave this order form here and you can scan and email it back to our office."
Curtis began to exit, but before he did, "You ladies don't mind me asking, who was the Marguerite salesperson?"
"A lovely woman named Michelle."
He'd figured as much. "Alright, have a great afternoon!"
Curtis was one of the top lingerie sales reps in the country, second only to Michelle. When you worked in the high end of the market, as they did, you tend to run in pretty small circles. Curtis and Michelle's companies both operated out of New York and they often crossed paths when new stores were looking for new merchandise. They had a mostly friendly rivalry, but lately it had grown a bit tenser. Curtis was receiving more and more pressure everyday to produce greater sales, and try as he might it seemed like most of the time Michelle would beat him to the punch. Curtis did well when selling to women, the problem was, most of the lingerie stores and departments around the country were headed by men. There Michelle had a clear advantage. She was a 38-year-old knockout, 5' 8", 32 DD breasts, and an amazing ass that sat atop two stellar legs. Rumor had it that she was a former lingerie model herself. And if that wasn't enough Michelle had a habit of using this devilish smile whenever she wanted something. God, what Curtis wouldn't do to have those lips locked around his co-
The blare of a car horn wrested Curtis from his daydream. He pulled out his cellphone to check the time. 2pm, he decided he'd go to the gym before heading back to the office.
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As he swiped in at the gym he noticed an attractive blonde on a cardio machine. He caught her eye and flashed her a smile. He entered the locker room and changed out of his clothes and started getting out his workout gear. There was a mirror in his locker; he used it to examine his body. At 29 Curtis certainly felt he was in his physical prime. He'd always been fit but in recent years he'd taken to more weight lifting and now his chiseled 6' 2" frame boasted a decent amount of muscle. He also admired his cock. Curtis was vain, he knew that, and he wasn't ashamed. It came with the lifestyle; being in sales you always had to look your best. Curtis preferred to wear sport briefs over any other type of underwear, they gave his cock all the support it needed but also showed off just how large it was. Curtis quickly pulled on his shirt, shorts, and shoes and headed out to the gym floor.
He was about to start his first exercise when that blonde he'd noticed before came up to him.
"Hi, I'm Tessa."
"Pleasure to meet you Tessa. That's a gorgeous name, it suits you."
"Thank you," she blushed, "What's yours?"
"My name is Curtis."
"That suits you."
"Does it?"
"Yes, it's classic, and masculine," she played with that last word as it left her succulent lips.
"So, Tessa, what can I do for you today?"
"Well, Curtis, I need to do squats, but I also need a spot, and from the looks of you, you'll do nicely. So what do you say?" She played with her hair as she asked. Curtis loved that coy act, "Sure, I'll spot you."
They moved over to the squat rack and Curtis admired Tessa's rear end. She had somewhat thick legs, you could tell she was strong, but they weren't manly by any means; her ass was incredibly plump. What he wouldn't give to feel her ass cheeks in his hands. Once they got there, they realized they'd have a bit of a dilemma: Tessa was probably 5' 3'' at most, considerably shorter than him. He mentioned it to her.
"Ummmm, how about you track the squat too, but right behind me, and that way if I need to bail out you're right there to help lift it."
"Sure, I'll give it a shot," Curtis came up right behind her, her ass was almost touching him.
"Can you get any closer?" she asked.
Curtis moved in even more, her ass was now touching him, he waited for her to say something, but all she said was "ready". They started to squat, their bodies moving together. When they reached to bottom of the movement Tessa's ass was pressed up right into Curtis' crotch. The more they did it, the more Curtis' cock began to grow, each time they would reach the bottom of the squat his erect cock would get sandwiched between her ass cheeks, each time Tessa let out a little moan.
They finished the first set and Curtis asked her how many more sets she wanted to do.
"I think I'll be okay with one more set, but let's go a bit heavier"
They loaded up the bar with a few more plates and got ready to squat again. Curtis straddled Tessa a bit and they began to move in unison again. Curtis' cock hadn't had a chance to go down at all between sets, and Tessa's slow grinding on his cock was feeling amazing.
"How's that feel?" Curtis whispered in her ear.
"The weight, or that steel pipe you keep rubbing my ass with?"
