Special services at the fitness center: moist vagina

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I'm a public relations staff member at a men's gym. My daily job involves answering new customers' questions about the center's facilities and rules. When they decide to join and are waiting for the staff to process their forms, I chat with them to make them feel at home and prevent them from feeling bored while waiting. If they don't know how to use the equipment, I accompany them while they wait for the trainer to arrive. When we're not working, a few of us female colleagues gather downstairs to discuss the physiques and appearances of the men in the gym. The center has two floors; the upper floor is the reception area and showers, and the lower floor is the gym lobby. Of course, my job involves a lot of contact with men, which isn't too intimate. But sometimes, I can't help but get them to touch me inappropriately. That's understandable, though; they're normal men after all. Our public relations uniform is really difficult to wear—not that it's physically difficult to put on, but the style isn't something everyone dares to wear, nor does everyone look good in it. Our center also uses this as a small part of our recruitment strategy; maybe the boss is a man, so he understands men's needs. Our uniform consists of a white, low-cut crop top with the center's logo in the middle, and a super short white mini-skirt—so short it's practically nonexistent. You don't even need to bend over; just a slight bend is enough to reveal what's underneath. And the material is so thin that it becomes even more revealing when you sweat. How could that not make men's imaginations run wild? We even wear it out for lunch, often attracting whistles. Once, a high school student pretended to bend down to pick something up, but he really just wanted to peek under the skirt. Of course, not all the female colleagues at the center dress perfectly, but they're not bad either, though not all of them are stunning. As for me, I'm considered one of the best-figured women in the center, as evidenced by the fact that customers always seem to want to see me. I'm not tall, only 5'4" (5 feet 4 inches), but I have a broad chest (36B), a 23-inch waist, and long, slender legs. And fair skin too. How could they not want to take advantage of me? I often have to walk up and down the stairs, and I suspect that many of them are secretly peeking at the view under my skirt while they're working out. The boss doesn't allow us to wear shorts, and sometimes during meetings, I feel like he's implying that it would be best if we didn't wear any underwear at all. He's really dreaming. But he really does order us to wear sexy lace underwear, and not cotton bras. That doesn't bother me, though; I've always liked wearing lace. Actually, I don't really like wearing bras because I feel restricted; I like to be free! So sometimes when I'm on vacation, I don't even want to wear a bra. Today, because I started work early, I was the first one back at the center. As usual, I went to the changing room to change into my uniform—of course, only for employees, no male customers present. Because the uniform is white and thin, I have to change into a white sheer bra every day specifically for the uniform. Just as I was about to put it on, a pair of strong, powerful hands pressed against my chest, and I quickly turned to see who it was. It was the boss, looking at me with pitiful eyes. My turning around made him lower his hands, but he raised them again and began rubbing my breasts. I froze, unsure what to do. Although he sometimes unintentionally touched me inappropriately, I never disliked him, and my salary here was quite good. So I didn't dare offend him. Actually, he wasn't very old, only thirty-eight, and he was quite handsome. I also had feelings for him. I was a little embarrassed by his sudden action. I could only softly ask, "Boss, what are you doing?" He rubbed my breasts even harder. "I've seen you change clothes so many times, I really couldn't resist this time." (Oh…) I see… His gaze never left my breasts, his hands rubbing them vigorously. I was already a little itchy from his rubbing. My body swayed slightly. Now he rubbed my nipples, touching them while looking down admiringly. "Your skin is so tender." I just smiled at him. Then he teased my nipples with his fingers, making them hard. He then pinched my nipples between two fingers, pulling them high, as if he were having fun. I was already biting my lower lip, involuntarily moaning softly. My nipples became even harder and more erect under this teasing. My lower body was also swaying from side to side involuntarily, and I felt a little wet. (Hmm! Ugh! Ah! Boss…) (I've wanted to taste your body for a long time.) He glanced at me with a lewd look in his eyes. Then he lowered his head towards my chest. His two fingers continued to rub my nipples. When his head reached my chest, he put one arm around my waist, bringing my chest closer to his face. His other hand continued to pinch my nipple. Then he stuck out his long, flexible tongue and licked my nipple hard. I trembled all over. (Ah!………….)(Mmm….Delicious.) He said, licking my nipple again. I involuntarily wrapped my arms around his head. (Mmm! Ah! Boss…so good.) This excited him even more, making his tongue swirl more skillfully over my nipple and areola. Occasionally, a squeaking sound came from his mouth. One of his hands pinched my other nipple harder. The other hand swept around my waist. (Ha. So delicious, such big red grapes…mmm…so tasty.) He said, sucking on it deeply. (Ah…) I felt my lower body flowing with more fluid under the stimulation, and I could feel my underwear soaked. He thrust his penis against me. Oh! It was huge and hard as iron. He rubbed my nipple with his teeth, and the hand on my waist slowly moved down to my buttocks. Because I hadn't put on my uniform skirt yet, he touched my underwear directly. His mouth alternately sucked on my nipples, and by then my juices were flowing freely. Without a word, he pulled down my panties, his fingers quickly teasing my vulva. (Wow… you're already so wet. I knew you were a good catch from the start, judging by your figure. Turns out you really are a little slut.) I was already weak and powerless from his ministrations, and I was already hoping he would take things further. (Oh! It's all your fault, making me like this.) I pushed my breasts into his mouth, as if I wanted to fill his mouth completely. His fingers teased my vulva even faster, reaching my clitoris. He pressed my clitoris and moved it from side to side, which excited me even more. (Oh! Boss, don't do this, I can't hold back anymore.) He bit my nipple hard. (Oh…) I couldn't help but pinch his hair. This excited him even more, and three fingers were immediately inserted into my wet hole. The sudden impact left me speechless, my whole body trembling violently, my vagina tightening as if to prevent his fingers from leaving. My juices had already flowed out, and the inside was even more wet. His fingers were already covered in my juices, his three thick fingers glistening. He suddenly withdrew his hands. He pushed me away slightly, gesturing for me to sit on the wooden chair. (Come, let me taste your nectar, see if it's even more delicious than red grapes.) Then he pushed me onto the wooden chair, lifting my legs and placing them on the chair. His hands squeezed my thighs hard. (Oh! So white and smooth,) he said, licking my thighs with his tongue, which gave me even more pleasure. His tongue moved upwards, and when it reached the center of my thighs, he pulled down my panties with one hand and manipulated my labia with the other. (This must be very delicious nectar, don't waste it. Let me suck it all up.) He then extended his nimble tongue, enjoying licking my vulva again and again. I leaned back in the chair, panting. (Ah… um… so good!) I swayed my hips to welcome his tongue. Seeing my expression of enjoyment, he pinched my nipples with both hands. He thrust his tongue forcefully into my peach garden, oh! My vagina contracted naturally, and his tongue swirled even more forcefully inside. His fingers pulled down my nipples as if to rip them off. He withdrew his tongue and sucked hard on my clitoris. Oh! (Ah… ah… I’m going to die… boss, don’t kill me!) (I’m going to make you feel like you’re in heaven!) He then sucked on my nectar again. His fingers pinched my high nipples, while his tongue swirled like a live snake inside my labia. (I’m going to suck all the juices out!) He used his fingers to open my labia and inserted his entire lip into my vulva to suck my juices. (Ah…) I was made to sway my lower body. (Hmm… why isn’t the juices dry yet?) Oh! Was he teasing me? His sucking only made me leak more and more juices. His lips were covered in my juices, even his nose was smeared. (Mmm...so sweet...this is such a nice breakfast.) He then stuck out his tongue and slowly licked my juices. I felt ticklish all over from his licking, my vagina kept contracting, and my buttocks swayed from side to side. (Ah...um...boss...) (Oh...the juices are still flowing out, let's plug them up.) Then he inserted three fingers into my vagina. (Mmm...)I convulsed. He forcefully pushed his fingers inside (Ah…it hit my clitoris!). He wouldn't let me go, thrusting in and out forcefully, each stroke penetrating deep. His tongue licked my clitoris, then pulled his fingers out and put his tongue into my vagina to lick my nectar. His tongue came out and his fingers were thrust in forcefully again. (Oh…it feels so good!) (The juices are unstoppable, so what?) He gently bit my labia with his teeth. (Hmm…then try it with your penis.) He immediately pounced on me, his hands unbuckling his belt. (Okay! Then I'll give you my penis.) (Hmm…hurry up…) As he spoke, he had already taken off his pants, revealing his eight-inch-long penis in front of me. I was startled by this thing. (Wow…it's amazing!) He swept his penis across my face, and seeing such a huge treasure, I couldn't help but feel happy, thinking that this treasure would be very filling when inserted into my jade hole. Just as he bent down to insert it, he suddenly heard a sound at the door, presumably a colleague coming to change into their uniform. He quickly pulled his pants back up, and I quickly put my clothes back on as well. The colleague had just walked in and saw the boss, who was about to leave, looking at us with a hint of surprise. The boss told her he'd heard a scream and come in to see what was going on, and that I'd chased away a cockroach I'd found on my uniform. He then left the changing room. My damp and empty hole remained, with nothing to fill it. I could only go back to work in the lobby. Coming back to my senses, I stepped out of the lobby, just as a customer came in to inquire about the center. He was very young; I guessed he was around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. He was very strong, clearly someone who regularly worked out, and was just considering switching. Therefore, I felt I needed to provide him with better service to try and persuade him to join. I explained the center's rules to him. He smiled and looked me up and down. (The rules at all gyms are pretty much the same, but I really like your uniform.) He kept staring at the logo printed on the chest of my low-cut tank top. I felt a little awkward under his gaze and could only smile back. (Then I'll show you around the gym.) (Okay.) He tugged at my hand, indicating we should go right away. We walked down to the gym lobby together, him following behind me. Because we were going downstairs, he could look down at me from above through my low-cut tank top. This tank top really couldn't be lower; even standing on flat ground, you could see half a breast, let alone looking down from above! I guessed he was admiring my cleavage. As we walked, I explained the rules I hadn't finished explaining earlier. When I looked back at him, I only saw his gaze on my chest, smiling at me without saying anything. When we arrived at the gym lobby, I introduced him to the gym equipment. It was 10 a.m., a time when few customers usually come, and the lobby was empty except for me and this customer named Mick. He came to a chest-enhancing machine, pointed at it, and asked how to use it. Oh, I thought to myself, are you kidding me? Judging from your physique, I knew he liked sports, and even if he didn't work out regularly, there was no reason he wouldn't know how to operate such a simple machine. But my job is to make customers feel at home, and even their most trivial requests must be met. (Can you demonstrate for me?) (Of course.) Saying that, I sat down on the machine, stretched out my arms, and prepared to demonstrate. He looked at me with satisfaction. I started to do the movements. Because it was a chest-expanding exercise, it required opening and closing my arms, so when I stretched out my arms, he could almost clearly see my cleavage. When I closed my hands, the chest muscles pressed together, making the cleavage even more obvious. With each opening and closing movement, I knew clearly that he wasn't looking at my hand movements, but rather at the movements of my chest. After doing the movements more than ten times, I stopped. Looking into his eyes as he admired me, I smiled and said he probably knew how to operate it by now. He nodded with satisfaction, then walked to a machine for strengthening thigh muscles. He put his arm around my waist, signaling me to demonstrate again. Oh, I really don't know if this guy was trying to cause trouble, sigh! But I can't ask him about work. I had no choice but to demonstrate again. This time, when sitting on the machine, I needed to spread my thighs; it was an opening and closing movement of the thighs. As I spread my thighs, he took a few steps back and stood between my legs, looking at me. Oh! We were wearing super mini skirts, and the boss didn't allow us to wear shorts underneath. His standing there meant he could clearly see my panties. I was even wearing white lace fishnet panties today. There was no other way now; I was already sitting on it and had my legs spread, I couldn't just get off like that. I had to start doing the leg movements. As I opened and closed my legs, his eyes never left the space between my thighs from the moment I started. Because the machine's instructions state that you should first spread your legs and shift your weight inwards, I couldn't keep my legs closed for too long; conversely, I could keep them open for a relatively longer time. The opening and closing of my legs caused my briefs to shift slightly, which was probably why he couldn't take his eyes off me. When I was about to stop, he walked towards me and stopped right between my legs. At that moment, I must have seen correctly that his genitals were slightly aroused. Now I understood why he had made those requests; he wasn't really there to demonstrate the workout, but to show me my body. That was better; at least I understood his intentions. Actually, many customers often pretend to accidentally touch my body, so it's nothing new, but this was the first time I'd encountered someone so bold. He placed his hands on my thighs. (Does this hurt my legs? Will this really make my thighs stronger?) (Of course, would you like to try?) When I tried to get up, he pressed down on me even harder. (Let me see if it really makes them stronger.) He then began to stroke my thighs with both hands. Since I already knew his motives weren't to cause trouble, and his touching was tickling me, I playfully watched him swing his legs. (No, many colleagues will see us.) He seemed to snap out of his daze when I said that, perhaps having forgotten we were in a gym. He slowly withdrew his hands, almost reluctantly. As he got up from his seat, he reached out to help me, and his hand just happened to touch my chest. He didn't immediately pull his hand away, and I didn't push him away. Perhaps the boss's antics in the locker room had left me wanting more, and now this touching and caressing was somewhat calming. One of his hands remained on my chest, while the other was on my waist. We were now standing face to face, my chest pressed against his chest, and I could feel his genitals were already quite aroused. I gently pushed his hand away from my chest, but his chest pressed even harder against mine. He even nudged my genitals with his huge penis. (Oh, please show me around your bathroom and changing rooms.) (Then please come with me to the changing room.) I slowly pushed him away and walked towards the stairs. His hand never left my slender waist. We chatted as we walked, and sometimes his hand would wander to my buttocks following my steps. I would gently pat his hand to signal him to leave, and he would tactfully return it to my waist. Suddenly, he slipped his hand under my skirt from behind and grabbed my buttocks. I stopped immediately. (Ouch! That hurts!) He stood next to me from behind and gently touched my buttocks. (Your buttocks are so pretty, I really want to bite them!) (You pervert...come and tour our changing room!) I said coquettishly to him, pushing away his hand on my buttocks and quickening my pace as I walked upstairs, afraid that other colleagues would see this scene. When we got to the changing room, I introduced him to our facilities. His hand kept stroking my waist. Since there were no other female colleagues, I didn't resist too much, and it even reminded me of the boss's skills earlier! I led him to the bathroom. I had already mentioned that there were very few customers at the gym in the morning, and it was practically empty, not even with any female colleagues. At most, there was Uncle Ming working in the bathroom. So he became bolder, his hand moving from my waist to my buttocks, constantly stroking me. I turned around, about to ask him what he wanted, when suddenly he pulled me into a private bathroom and pulled up the shower curtain. He hugged me with one arm. (Now I don't care about what's going on here, I'm only interested in you.) His other hand was already stroking my 36-inch breasts. Although he couldn't hold them with one hand, he kept stroking them in a circular motion. (Oh! Mick, don't do this!) I was really startled by his sudden and shocking behavior. (What's there to be afraid of? Seeing you, I couldn't resist any longer.) He hugged me tighter, pulling down the strap of my tank top to reveal a thin white bra. (Ah! No!) I tried to push him away, but he was too strong, and I wasn't really pushing him hard. (Mmm...snow-white breasts.) He then bit my breast, and his hand quickly pulled down my bra, exposing my entire breast to him. (Such big grapes, wouldn't it be a waste not to let others taste them?) He looked at me with greedy eyes. I really didn't know how to react. He then stuck out his tongue and licked my nipple, his tongue quickly swirling around it. (Oh...)(No!) His hand pulled down my other bra, playing with my nipple with his fingers. I kept trying to push him away, which only made him suck on my nipple harder, his fingers squeezing it even tighter. I was so weak from his ministrations that I leaned against the wall. He played with one of my nipples with one hand, while his mouth kept sucking on my nipple, making a slurping sound. (These grapes are so delicious, mmm…) (Mmm…) I had stopped resisting. He moved his hands from my waist up to my breasts, pinching and kneading them with both hands, his tongue licking my nipples. He pressed his genitals against mine, and I could feel the heat from his penis. My genitals were already starting to flow with fluid, and I was swaying from side to side. Suddenly, he forced my breasts together with both hands, pressing my nipples against each other, and then used his agile tongue to lick my erect nipples in turn. (Mmm...uh...ah) He made my whole body go limp, opening his mouth wide to suckle both of my nipples. (Oh...) My moans probably excited him even more, he sucked harder, rubbing his teeth against my nipples, and just as I was enjoying it, he suddenly bit down on one of my nipples. (Ah...it hurts, no...) He then licked my nipples with his tongue, making me excited again. My juices were already soaking my panties, and my lower body felt so empty. He continued to suckle my nipples, while his other hand pulled down my panties, teasing my vulva with his fingers, making my already wet vagina even wetter. (Oh, it's already so wet) (Mmm...it's all because of you...ah) He bit down hard on both of my nipples, and his fingers went inside my vagina, oh! Three fingers inside at once, I couldn't take it. He made me so excited that my body swayed constantly, and I hugged his head tightly, pressing it closer to my chest. His fingers were fiddling inside my vagina, biting my nipple. My juices were flowing all over his hand, and his fingers were rotating vigorously inside me. (Mmm...so wet and slippery) (Mmm...it's killing me...ah...) This made him suck on my nipple even harder, his fingers twisting inside my flesh. With his other hand, he released my breast and pulled down his pants, revealing his huge penis. He pulled my hand onto his thick shaft, and naturally, I grasped and stroked his hot, thick cock. He pulled his fingers out of my flesh and put them in his mouth, tasting the juices-covered fingers. Then he pushed me around, lifted my buttocks, bent down, and put his mouth on my vagina, sucking my juices vigorously. (Oh...ah...mmm...) He sucked hard as if trying to drain my juices dry. (Ah...so wet...mmm...so sweet...) He stuck his tongue into my flesh. His fingers lightly pressed against my clitoris, making my whole body itch like it was being bitten by ants, and I kept wriggling my buttocks. He lifted himself up and pinched my breasts with both hands. With a thrust of his lower body, his thick penis plunged straight into my hole. (Ah...) In an instant, his thick penis went all the way in. My whole body convulsed, and I gripped it tightly with both hands. (Do you like it?) (Ah... don't be so rough.) (Haha... you'll enjoy this.) After saying that, he used his huge penis to thrust forcefully in and out of my hole, his fingers pinching my nipples hard. (Oh... ah...) I felt a little pain, but this pain also brought me inexplicable excitement. It made my vaginal fluid flow more. My reaction made him even more unrestrained, and with each thrust he wanted to penetrate to the very core. (Ouch...) (You like it, right? I told you you would. Look how wet you are.) (Mmm...no...no...don't stop...ah) He sped up his pace, thrusting into me violently. I didn't care whether Uncle Ming was at work or not, I just kept moaning. I had already orgasmed, but the juices from my lower body kept flowing out, making a sizzling sound as his penis went in and out. Suddenly, he grabbed my breasts with his big hands and his penis thrust wildly. Oh! A stream of hot semen gushed out. (Ah...) He hugged me and kissed my neck, his penis still inside me. (How was it? Did you like it?) His limp penis was still pushing against me. (Mmm...you're really good.) (Not bad, I'll give you an even better experience next time.) He said while kissing me. We put our clothes back on and left the reception area. Of course, he filled out our participation form to become a member of our fitness center.

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