Vol. 5 -- a Fiery Conclusion!
Have you ever been to a health club or gym? Most of us have...the last decade has seen an increased public awareness in health and fitness, and more people than ever are going to these places to try to get in shape.
As you can imagine, all of this flexing and sweating can make for a very sexually-charged environment, from which lots of interesting situations can arise...
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The last week or so at the club had been one to remember... first, I wound up accidentally getting spied upon while in the shower after hours by my sexy young employee Clarissa. Then, I find another hot employee, Lori, spying on me from a closet while I'm naked for a massage. If this keeps up, I'm going to have to hire more sexy young girls to work here at the club just to keep things spicy! Come to think of it, that's not a bad idea...
A knock on my office door derailed my train of thought. I looked up from the reports I had been going over.
"Come on in," I called.
The door swung open, and I saw Lori standing in the doorway. I smiled at her. Seeing her standing before me in her tight club t-shirt and jogging pants, it was hard not to picture her crouched in the massage room's closet, her knees buckled from the orgasm that just tore through her luscious body, and her fingers, soaked with her own juices, being licked clean by yours truly. My cock twitched at the memory.
"Good evening Lori, what can I do for you?"
The streetlights from the club's parking lot cut through the darkness outside and, through the louvered window shades, threw shadows on the wall of my office. I could hear the large, sodium-vapour lights downstairs turning off one-by-one as one of my staff went through the process of locking up for the night. As any business owner knows, running your own business is not a nine-to-five job, and most nights I am the first one here and the last one to leave.
"Actually, Terry," Lori said coyly, coming into my office and closing the door behind her, "it's more what I can do for you."
The sexy little blonde looked at me with a devilish grin on her face, and slowly raised her hands to her incredible tits and began to rub them.
Smiling, I pushed my chair back from my desk and leaned back, contemplating the situation. My final words to Lori during our massage-room encounter where, "you owe me one." Apparently, she figured this was how she was going to repay me. And you know what? I'm OK with this.
Lori walked around the desk to kneel before me, almost fitting her cute little ass into the area underneath my desk where my legs usually go. With a gleam in her wide, blue eyes, never taking her gaze from mine, she reached for my fly.
I'm proud to say that I was already hard as stone. After the sexually-charged events of the last while at the club, I had been walking around in a state of perpetual arousal, and with equipment like mine, that can be hard to hide.
Lori opened my pants, unzipped my fly, and with me lifting my hips to help, wiggled my pants down to my knees. My solid 10" cock sprang free of its confines and stood proudly, begging for attention. Lori was enraptured, and licked her lips in anticipation.
She tentatively reached out and grasped my shaft, not quite able to get her hand all the way around it. She leaned her head forward and, starting at the base, began to run her tongue gently up and down its length. I leaned my head back, enjoying the wonderful feeling.
Looking down at Lori, I could tell she was enthralled. Not many women know what to do with a cock the size of mine. I know, it sounds ridiculous to hear someone complain that they penis is too big, but it really can be a problem sometimes. Lori, however, seemed to be doing just fine.
Keeping both hands stroking up and down, Lori raised her head and began to swirl her tongue around the head, pulling back the keep the skin tight. She was able to get her mouth around the head of my cock, and was even able to get a little bit of my shaft in as well, but that was it. She began to get into a rhythm of her hands stroking, and her head bobbing. As she worked at it, she was able to get a little more of my length down her throat. I was trying to concentrate on not "flexing" my cock to try to make it easier for her.
Suddenly, another knock came on my office door.
Lori looked up at me and, without breaking her rhythm and with a twinkle in her eye, she slid backwards so she was all the way under my desk. Leading me by my cock, she pulled me in after her. To anyone in front of my desk, it would look like I was seated normally.
I cleared my throat, trying to sound casual. "Come on in."
The door swung open and Clarissa walked in, smiling. The club must have been all locked up downstairs, and Clarissa must have been going somewhere, since she had changed out of her "uniform" of a club t-shirt and jogging pants. She was wearing a light, filmy, short summer dress than hung loosely from her trim body.
Oh, god, did she look hot. Where Lori was shorter and more compact, with a huge chest, Clarissa was taller with medium length brown hair and the tight, firm frame of an athlete. The contrast between the two beautiful young girls was one of the reasons I had put them both at the front desk. They're both very good at their jobs, but being hot sure didn't hurt either!
"Terry," Clarissa said, her voice quiet as she closed the door behind her, "I just wanted to talk to you about what happened last week in the shower."
I was trying to keep my expression calm and neutral, but it was becoming harder to do as Lori began to really work at what she was doing. She was somehow managing to get almost half of my cock down her throat, and the feeling was incredible. Sitting here fucking Lori's throat while trying to pay attention to the fox standing in front of me was one of the hardest (pun intended!) things I had ever done!
"Really, Clarissa," I answered, my voice husky, "don't worry about it."
"It's just that, well, I'm embarrassed to say that I've had a difficult time getting the image of you out of my mind." She was blushing profusely, staring at the floor, and Terry could see her nipples poking through the thin material of her dress, begging for attention.
Below the desk, Lori made a slurping sound as she popped his cock out of her mouth and began to lick energetically at the crown. I coughed to try to cover the sound. She then jammed my cock back deep into her throat and lowered one hand to play with my balls.
I returned Clarissa's blush and shifted in my seat to give Lori easier access to between my legs.
"Well, Clarissa," I said, "I have to admit to you that I've had a hard time getting the image of you soaking in that tub out of my mind."
She looked up at me, her smile wider. Oh, god, what was Lori doing with her tongue?
Clarissa took a few steps closer and sat lightly on the edge of my desk. The hem of her dress rode up quite a way, showing a clean, smooth expanse of thigh. She raised her hand to hook a swash of brown, curly hair behind her ear, and I caught a glimpse down the side of her dress, part of her firm, round breast exposed to my gaze.
Lori's finger began to probe lower, parting my cheeks and rubbing at my asshole. I tried not to tremble as I looked at Clarissa.
Clarissa brought her gaze to mine, suddenly bold. "I hope I'm not out of line, but I have to tell you that the sight of you in the shower, touching yourself, was one of the hottest things I have ever seen."
She lowered her hands to the edge of her skirt and began to lightly rub her fingernails across the bare skin of her upper thighs leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. I could feel my own skin tingling in sympathetic response.
She leaned forward, her dress falling away from her chest, her nipples clearly visible. She wiggled closer, the hem of her skirt sliding up further, and brought her lips to mine. Our tongues tangled in a steamy kiss and I raised my hands to her hair.
As I did so, I accidentally slid forward which had the effect of stuffing all 10" of my erect cock all the way down Lori's throat, and her jamming her finger all the way up my clenching asshole.
I grunted against Clarissa's lips as my orgasm hit me like a freight train, and poor Lori was jammed under the desk, gagging on stream after stream of hot cum jetting down her throat.
When my mind cleared, I was terrified that the poor girl would choke on my cock... I tore back from my desk and stood up, my still hard cock springing out of Lori's mouth, dribbling cum across her lips and down her chin. Clarissa's eyes bulged at the sight of my erect manhood standing free with my pants around my ankles.
I reached under the desk and, grabbing her hand, helped Lori out from underneath. Lori stood, swallowing and coughing at the same time, my cum leaking from her open mouth.
I wasn't sure how to expect Clarissa to react to Lori's presence, but there was now way I could have expected what came next.
"So, sweetie," Clarissa asked Lori with a smile, "is his cum as sweet as you had hoped?"
I stared, dumbfounded, my gaze switching back and forth between these two minxes. I had been set up!
Clarissa laughed, huskily. As Lori caught her breath, Clarissa explained to me that the two of them had planned to take advantage of me, and she hoped that I still had something left for her!
