by Anya Aurelie
That day unfolded in much the same way as the previous two. It was frustrating, getting to this point in the contest and then being unable to find a third partner. Not to mention, his cock ached for release. After the day he had made himself come thinking of Annette, he hadn’t let himself masturbate again. He wanted to build up a huge release for whichever lucky lady he ended up fucking.
But by the time he’d finished with his last personal training client and the gym was shutting down for the day, he had to admit defeat.
“Fuck!” he said to himself as the last of the gym’s customer’s filed out the door, punching a hanging punching bag hard. His first loss. He couldn’t believe it. The first time he’d ever lost a bet in his life, and it was over his abilities with the ladies. It was almost too much.
Andre sauntered over to him. “So how’d we do?” he asked with a shit-eating grin on his face. He knew he’d won, and he was here to rub it in Marcus’s face.
“Day’s not over yet,” Marcus said stubbornly. “You get any more?”
“Nah,” Andre said. “But three’s not so bad, is it? It’s more than you could do, isn’t that right?”
“Day’s not over yet,” Marcus repeated.
“Whatever you say,” Andre said. “You want to do a final tally in the morning, that’s fine. But it’s over. Check the locker rooms on your way out, will you?”
Marcus grunted an okay, and glared at Andre’s back as he headed out the front door. Alone in the gym, he shook his head and breathed out a sigh. It was weird how much this was getting to him. He really did not like losing.
Marcus poked his head into the men’s locker room. “Anyone in here?” he called. “Closing up!”
There was no reply.
He headed to the women’s locker room. “Anyone here?” he yelled.
“Wait!” called a female voice.
Marcus almost jumped in surprise. There was never anyone left in the locker rooms after close; checking was just a formality.
“Wait?” he repeated. “There’s no waiting. Gym is closed! Time to go home.”
“Just a minute.”
Marcus sighed and let the door shut again, wondering who was still in the locker room. The voice sounded familiar, but he knew it wasn’t one of his clients. He glanced at his watch, decided he’d give the woman one minute exactly, and did a few bicep curls while he waited.
After a minute, he opened the locker room door again and called, “It’s been one minute. Time to go!”
“Okay!” the voice called, but rather than footsteps, Marcus heard the sound of a shower starting up.
“Are you kidding me?” he murmured to himself. Normally Marcus was calm and polite at work, but after losing the bet and a long day of work, this was the last straw. He felt his patience bend and then break.
“Lady, I need to get home,” he said. “If you don’t shut that shower off right now, I will come in there myself and pull you out of it.”
“Oh, I’d like to see you try,” came the retort, which just angered him further.
“You wanna test me?” he asked, and marched straight into the women’s locker room to see who was making such a fuss.
Around the corner he came to the showers. And there, fully naked in one open stall and standing there with a hand on her hip and a challenging look on her face, was Annette Hollingson.
Marcus gasped. Fuck. He would get fired for this for sure. How could he have let his anger get the best of him?
“Annette,” he began, and then was distracted by the water streaming down her perfect body, the way it traced her curves, outlined her breast and dove off the nipple only to reconnect with her body at her hip.
He forced himself to look only at her face — her arched eyebrows and pouted lips that seemed to be saying, “Your move.”
“Annette, I’m so sorry for walking in on you,” he began. “It’s just that the gym closed ten minutes ago, and it’s been a long day, and I really need to get home.”
“Do you?” she asked. “Or do you just like walking in on naked women?”
He concentrated on keeping his eyes in one place, on her own eyes, not letting them slip down her body, as much as he wanted to. “No,” he said. “It was a mistake to walk in here. I wasn’t trying to see you naked. I’ll go now, and I’ll meet you in the lobby.”
She smiled. “Oh, I don’t know if I believe you,” she said, a playful lilt to her voice that he’d never heard before. “I think you wanted to watch me bathe myself. So what do you think? Do you like what you see?”
Marcus felt trapped, unsure what to do or say to de-escalate this situation. “I’m sorry, I —” he stammered, turning to leave.
“Wait!” she said sharply. “You walked in here to see me. Are you saying now that I’m not attractive enough to look at?”
Marcus’s mouth fell open, searching for words that didn’t come.
“Look at me,” she demanded.
Slowly he turned around to face her again, but kept his gaze on her face.
“Look at my body,” she said, staring him straight in the eye.
He swallowed hard, then began slowly trailing his eyes down her body. She stood directly under the water, and her hair was darkened by it. It streamed water down to the ends of each strand, then continued on. Her neck led to a defined collar bone, and then the cleft between her breasts.
And her breasts. He felt his cock stir, and tried hard to still it. Her breasts were perky and round, with a tiny nipple in the center like a decoration, pointing straight at him. Below her breasts was a tight waist, a tiny embellishment of a bellybutton, and curvy hips. Her legs came together into a delicate V, and he could see just the start of her pussy lips. Below that, her long, shapely legs, water streaming down them furiously into a small pool at her perfectly pedicured feet.
“So,” she said again. “Do you like what you see?”
Marcus’s heart pounded. “Yes,” he said, mouth feeling dry, and his cock felt tighter inside his pants. Down, boy, he told himself. Not right now. “You’re very attractive.”
He would masturbate about this later, but for now he just had to get out alive.
“Have you gotten what you came for?”
“I — I promise, Annette, I wasn’t trying to catch you naked,” he said.
“That’s not what I asked,” she said. “I asked, have you gotten what you came for? You’ll be better off if you just admit it.” Her condescending, challenging tone made him want to run away, but her body made him want to never leave.
He shifted uncomfortably. “Yes, I got what I came for,” he said.
“Your erection seems to indicate otherwise.”
He shifted immediately, shaking his pants as though to shake the blood out of his engorged cock. If he didn’t know better, it would almost sound as though she wanted him to stay. It almost sounded as though she wanted to be seduced.
“What are you doing back here, anyway?” he asked. “You were here hours ago.”
She gave a dismissive wave of her hand. “Oh, being at home isn’t very much fun,” she said, and put a fake-looking smile on her face. “But it keeps me motivated to come here and stay in shape!”
And all of a sudden he understood. All at once, it clicked. Annette was unhappy in her marriage, in her life, and so she took it out on those around her. And he understood something else, too: She was sexually frustrated. Very, very frustrated.
He decided to take a risk. Not even believing the words coming out of his mouth as he said them, he asked, “Annette, when was the last time you got fucked so hard you were sore the next day?”
She looked startled, but not stocked. “Years,” she admitted.
He took a step toward her, and she didn’t move to cover herself up, didn’t make any indication of wanting to keep the distance between them.
“I bet you miss it,” he said.
“I do,” she breathed.
He grabbed his cock through his pants with one hand. “I could make you so sor
e you couldn’t walk,” he said. His heart was pounding, and he could almost feel hers pounding too, and he closed the space between them, stopping just before entering the shower stall, just before getting wet.
“I bet you’d like to know what it’s like to be taken by a massive, black cock,” he continued.
She didn’t speak, just stared at him, but he saw her pupils dilating in response to him, and she licked her lips.
Slowly, he pulled off his shirt, a tight branded shirt the gym made him wear. He saw her eyes trace his muscles, saw her take him in.
He slipped out of his shoes and socks, stashing them in another stall where they’d stay dry. Then, standing before her again, he reached down and pulled the string on his athletic pants, letting the pants fall down to his ankles before stepping out of them.
Only his boxers remained. “All on you, Annette,” he said, staring at her. “If you want to see any more than this, you’re going to have to ask for it.”
He saw the conflict in her face. Finally, she said flippantly, “I really couldn’t care less.”
Immediately he disappeared from her vision and went to the next stall, starting to pull his pants back on.
“Wait!” she said, and he smiled, knowing he had her in the palm of his hand.
He returned to her shower stall, where she was still standing there with the water streaming down her body. “I do want to see you naked,” she whispered.
“What was that?”
“I want to see you,” she said, a little louder.
He was taking a risk, but he was already in this far. Marcus pushed his boxers down his body, and his thick, hard cock popped out. She gasped when she saw it.
“You want it, don’t you?” he asked her. She nodded at him, almost trembling.
“Come and get it.”
Annette fell to her knees and crawled toward him, until her face was almost touching his cock. She leaned forward and he felt her breath on him as she opened her mouth.
Then he pulled away.
He pulled her up to her feet and entered the stall, towering over her. He pinned her against the wall and pressed his whole body into her as he descended on her mouth, his cock pressed against her stomach.
Then Marcus attacked her breast with a warm tongue. He traced hungry circles around and around her nipple, closing in on it until it was in his mouth, dark lips on white skin. He sucked on her nipple, flicked his tongue against it over and over, and bit it softly. Her breathing got fast and shallow.
She stood there watching him, squeezing his strong upper arms, running her hands over his chest, flicking his nipple in return. His heart fluttered with anticipation, hardly able to believe his luck.
She offered no resistance when he moved his hands down her sides and then ventured between her legs, squeezing her clit between two fingers, and held the fingers there for a few beats while the intensity mounted, then removed his hand.
Annette leaned forward and licked his chest, salty from the day’s workout. She slowly, lightly licked down his body, stopping at his waist and straightening back up. He looked her up and down intensely, and his cock throbbed in approval.
She moved toward him until her breasts were grazing his chest, and his hard cock touched her hip, leaving a drop of slick pre-cum on her body. He slapped her ass lightly but firmly. With the other hand, he pushed her legs further apart and then ran his fingers up her inner thigh, just barely grazing her labia before moving to the other leg and running his fingers back down toward her knee. She sucked in a deep breath.
His fingers moved back up toward her waiting pussy, wanting to touch her so badly it hurt. He stopped right in between her legs, not touching her skin but resting a finger on either side of her outer labia, and moved his fingers almost imperceptibly in a tiny circle, tickling her.
She was hardly breathing. Finally, slowly, he moved a finger to her centerline, poised over her opening, and, barely touching her, moved up toward her clit, brushed over it without stopping and went back down. Up and down, a journey of several seconds each way, until he pushed just the slightest bit into her and she burst forth with juice. His fingers, now slick, glided in a circle around her swollen clit. Annette slumped her shoulders back against the wall, hips forward, to give him better access.
Instead, he withdrew his finger, bringing it up to her slightly parted lips and glazing them with herself. She opened her mouth and let him in, sucking on his middle finger and tasting her own wetness, musky with a touch of fragrant honey.
She was almost gasping with desire, but he was enjoying teasing her. She was putty in his hands, and he knew she would’ve allowed him to do anything he wanted to her in that moment. He repositioned her beneath the warm water, watching it wash down her body. Then he turned the shower off and led her out to the benches in the middle of the locker room.
He spread her towel over the bench and sat down on it, his erection pointing up at her and a dark spot spreading out around him as his body dripped.
Annette climbed on top of him, one leg remaining firmly against the floor for balance, and pressed his face into her tits. She lowered herself down on his cock then, inch by inch, until the entirety of his thick black rod had disappeared inside of her, stretching her out, resting most of her weight on him. She ground into him, moving back and forth with his cock all the way inside her, rubbing her clit on him while he massaged her from the inside.
It felt so goddamn good he never wanted her to stop. The shower hadn’t washed away her slick wetness, and he reached down to touch her clit with one hand while she used his cock like a huge dildo. He grasped one firm breast in his other hand and blew cold air onto the damp skin before taking her nipple into his mouth and biting softly. He felt shivers run down her body and into her cunt, and then her whole body was trembling and her pussy was grasping his and throbbing against him in an intense orgasm. Annette moaned and gasped loudly, thrashing on top of him, writhing against him as he squeezed and licked her breast, holding her at the peak of her orgasm for several seconds. Then slowly her shivers calmed, and she collapsed against his chest with his cock still inside her, unable to move.
“Holy shit,” she managed, out of breath, and looked at his face in shock. He had a huge smile. “I’ve never … I’ve never felt anything like that.”
“Your husband doesn’t fuck you like that?” Marcus asked teasingly.
“My husband has never fucked me,” she answered bitterly. “He’s gay. I’m just for show.”
More pieces fell into place. Maybe his thick cock was exactly what Annette needed.
Slowly she started moving again, resting both feet on the bench to crouch above him, pulling up off of him until she was almost free of his body before plunging back down onto him, filling and emptying herself of him repeatedly. It was driving him crazy.
After a minute he moved her off him, though, and stood up.
“Lie down,” he commanded, and she obeyed. She positioned her ass at the end of the bench as he instructed, legs wide open to him as he stood between them. But instead of fucking her, he knelt down between her legs. He reached out with one dark finger and touched her pink pussy delicately, as though he hadn’t been fucking deep into her just moments before. He ran his finger around the very outside edge of her labia in a wide circle, avoiding her still-oversensitive clit, and watched as she responded, as her breath became ragged and her pussy got wetter.