It was a little after ten on a Sunday evening. James and I were finishing setting up the equipment for my very own Pilates studio. I got all the gear second hand for a great price. I had been working my butt off for years, teaching at other studios around town to save up the money to open my own place. I already had several clients signed up for lessons starting the next day.
After once again studying the assembly instructions he'd downloaded to his phone, James tightened the last bolt of the push-through bar on the trapeze table and stepped back to admire his work. I admired his hot body.
James is a little over six feet tall and lean but not scrawny from his daily runs and three times a week gym workouts. I love his short, brown hair that's almost black and his hazel eyes. Most of all, I love his impish sense of humor and willingness to try almost anything. Just from looking at him, you'd never guess he was an accountant at a large construction firm. Certainly not from talking to him. He's as much of a smart-ass as I am. He wore a plain, black t-shirt, jeans, and scuffed brown loafers.
I'm a little shorter than James but only by a few inches. I'm tall for a woman, which makes a lot of fun sex positions possible with him -- something I can't say about men I've dated in the past. That night, I had my blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. I deliberately wore a black crop top cami and no bra to emphasize my C cup breasts and give James a little entertainment. I also had on a pair of black mesh panel leggings, again to distract my guy. Padding around the studio in bare feet, putting together some of the simpler devices while he worked on the more complicated stuff, I had no idea how crazy I had driven him.
My studio was on the fifth floor of an old red brick building that had been converted from a brewery into office space a few years ago. I figured we were the only people in the building. The previous tenant was an interior design firm that moved to a larger office somewhere else in the city. They left the place in great shape and impeccably outfitted. I loved the gleaming, modern light fixtures and the big window that looked out on the city. The walls were painted a tasteful light blue.
"Looks like that's it, Kayla," he said with a smile. "Everything is ready to go."
I made a circuit of the small studio, checking the ladder barrel, the long box, the trapeze table that doubled as a reformer, and various other accessories. Everything was in order.
"Thanks, James," I said. "I couldn't have done it without you. Really appreciate your help."
"You're welcome, babe," he said, drawing me in for a deep kiss. "Happy to help you."
I stepped away from him, slipped on my sneakers, and picked up my bag.
"Okay, then. Let's get out of here and head home. My first client has a session at six tomorrow morning."
"Not so fast, Miss Kayla," James said with a smirk. "Don't you think we should test everything before we go?"
"What do you mean?"
He picked up his backpack and pulled out a set of soft velcro wrist and ankle cuffs we both enjoyed a ton. I felt my cunt start to get wet. I licked my lips, nervous.
"Stop fooling around, James," I said. "We don't have time for this."
"I beg to differ. Remember how we 'tested out' our new apartment?" he asked, his smile becoming predatory. I felt myself becoming more lubricious and tingly.
"You mean by -- by having sex in every room?"
"Precisely," he said. "You don't want to use this machinery with a client before you make sure everything is working correctly, now do you?"
I frowned and put my hands on my hips.
"James, honey, this is not the place or the time."
He let out a short laugh.
"Oh, it's the place alright. And the time."
He closed the space between us with a couple of steps, turned me around, and grabbed me. My bag dropped to the floor.
"Please, James," I said with a little whine.
"Glad you asked nicely. Seeing you running around in that sexy outfit all afternoon has given me the boner to end all boners. Now we're gonna have a little fun."
He cuffed my wrists together in front of me as I struggled to get away from his grasp, but despite all the working out I do as part of my job, he's still a lot stronger than me. He led me, stumbling a little, to the trapeze table where he picked me up and dumped me tits-up onto the soft padding. After binding my wrists to the posts at the end of the table, he pulled off my shoes and leggings along with my black thong, showing off my bare, dripping pussy.
"Nice," he said. "Looks like somebody down there thinks there might be time for this after all."
"James, no. Come on. We need to get going."
"Agree completely," he said.
He pulled up my cami to reveal my boobs, each nipple of which he gave a little kiss and a bite while squeezing them with both hands. I moaned despite myself as he stood and cuffed my ankles together.
Standing at the end of the table, he stripped and then pulled me toward him so my head was dangling off the edge. Seen upside-down, his cock was as hard as I'd ever seen it, bouncing up and down a little as it throbbed with his heartbeat. A big drop of pre-cum fell as he bunched my hair in his hands.
The tingling between my legs increased in intensity.
"Open," he said.
I obeyed, taking his rod into my mouth. He slid it into my wet mouth slowly, almost tenderly. I circled the head with my tongue, eliciting a gratifying gasp from him.
"Oh god damn Kayla," he said, filling my mouth with his prick. "That is so fucking good."
He began face-fucking me at a slow pace, constantly oozing clear, musky fluid from the tip of his pole. I closed my eyes and sighed. His cock twitched each time I licked his frenulum or gave him a flat tongue to slide against. I could tell he was getting closer and closer to exploding in my mouth when he pulled out, gasping for breath. I hate to admit I was a little disappointed to miss out on a mouthful of his cum.
"Fuck you're good," he said, then kissed me, our tongues dancing. "It's so hot to taste myself on you."
"Have you been planning this all day?" I asked.
He laughed.
"Not
all
day," he said. "Just in the past hour or so, as the equipment came together and I kept getting hornier. I finally thought 'Why the fuck not?"
Approaching the side of the machine, he unclipped my ankles from each other, then selected two springs from the top of the other end of the equipment. Pulling me fully onto the table, he clipped my ankles to a pair of strong springs so my legs floated in midair. I pulled against them, helpless, my wrists bound above my head and my legs held aloft at an angle.
"Mmmm," he said, "It's your turn now." He lowered his face to my pussy, grabbing my ass with his strong hands, lifting my butt a little off of the padding. I felt the slight burr of his five o'clock shadow against my thighs as he took a preliminary lick of my vulva. I shuddered and whined in pleasure and anticipation.
Long, agonizing, wonderful licks went up and down just outside my seeping vagina. Slipping two fingers into me, he simultaneously found my G-spot and sucked my clit. I went off like a rocket, screaming as he brought me to orgasm.
"OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK JAMES! FUCK YEAH! UNGH! OH! AAAAGH! YES!" I shouted.
When he relented, I struggled to catch my breath. Before I could recover, he climbed up onto the soft surface and slid his dick into me, causing me to go stiff all over, all my muscles clenching with pleasure while he filled me with cock. I tried to wrap my legs around him but the springs prevented me.
"Ohhhh fuck," he said in almost a whisper as he jammed me full of his wonderful meat.
He withdrew until only his cock head was at my pussy lips, then paused. I bucked my hips at him, desperate for more of him. He gave me a little snicker.
"Looks like someone wants more of my cock," he said.
"Please," I said, desperate.
"Please what?"
"Please give me your cock!"
He rammed into me and I screamed in pleasure. I felt his balls against my buttocks, my cunt full of his delicious dick.
