[The female public relations officer at the gym]

I'm a public relations staff member at a men's gym. I'm married, and I have to work outside the home to make a living.

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 not feel bored while waiting.

If they don't know how to use the equipment, I accompany them while they wait for the instructors to arrive.

When I'm not working, a few of my female colleagues and I gather downstairs in the gym to discuss the

physiques and appearances of the men there. The center has two floors; the upper floor is the reception area and showers, and

the lower is the gym lobby.

Of course, my job involves a lot of contact with the 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 too. Our center's public relations uniform is really difficult to wear.

It's not that it's actually hard 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 attraction tactic, probably because the boss is a man and understands

men 's needs.

Our uniforms consist of white, low-cut cropped tops with the center's logo in the middle, and white, super-mini skirts—

as short as they can get. 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's even more revealing when you sweat. How could that not make men fantasize?

We even wear them out for lunch, which often attracts a lot of whistles. Once, a high school student even pretended

to bend down to pick something up, but he really wanted to peek under the skirt.

Of course, not all the female colleagues at the center dress very well, but they're not bad either, though

not all of them are flattering.

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 very tall, only five feet four inches, but I have a broad chest (36B), a 23-inch waist, and

long, slender legs.

Plus, I have fair skin. How could they not want to take advantage of me? I often have to walk up and down the stairs, and I suspect many of them sneak peeks at 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 lingerie, and not cotton bras. That doesn't bother me; I've always liked 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 arrived at 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 my uniform is white and thin, I have to change into a white sheer bra every day. Just as I was about to put it on, a pair of strong, firm hands pressed against my chest . I quickly turned to see who it was. It was the boss, looking at me with pitiful eyes. 　　My turning around caused him to lower his hands, but he raised them again and began to rub my chest. 　　I was stunned and didn't know 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 to offend him. Actually, he wasn't very old, only thirty-eight, and he was quite good-looking. 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 chest even harder with both hands. 　　(I've watched you change clothes so many times, I really couldn't resist this time.) 　　(Oh...) So that's how it is... 　　His gaze never left my breasts, his hands were rubbing them vigorously, and I was already a little itchy from his rubbing. My body couldn't help but sway slightly. Now he rubbed my nipples, and while touching them, he looked down and admired them (Your skin is so tender) 　　. I just smiled at him. Then he teased my nipples with his fingers, making them hard, and then he pinched my nipples with two fingers and pulled them up high, as if he was having a lot of fun . I was already biting my lower lip and couldn't help but moan softly. My nipples became even harder and more erect under such teasing . 　　My lower body was also swaying from side to side involuntarily and felt a little wet. 　　(Hmph! 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 wrapped one arm around my waist, bringing my chest closer to his face. His other hand continued to pinch my nipple. Then he extended his long, agile tongue and licked my nipple forcefully. I trembled all over. 　　(Ah!...) 　　(Mmm...so delicious) he said, licking my nipple again. Involuntarily, I wrapped my arms around his head. 　　(Mmm! Ah! Boss...so comfortable!) This excited him even more, making his tongue swirl more skillfully over my nipple and areola. Occasionally, soft squeaking sounds came from his mouth. One hand pinched my other nipple harder. The other hand swept across my waist. 　　(Ha. So delicious, such big red grapes...mmm...so tasty!) he said, sucking deeply. 　　(Ah...) I felt my lower body becoming more wet from the stimulation, already soaking my underwear. He nudged me with his penis. Oh! It was huge and as hard as iron. He rubbed my nipples with his teeth, and his hand, which was on my waist, slowly moved down to my buttocks. Because I hadn't put on my uniform skirt yet, he touched my panties directly. 　　His mouth took turns sucking on my nipples, and by then my juices were flowing freely. Without a word, he ripped open my panties, and his fingers quickly teased my vulva. 　　(Wow... you're already so wet. I already guessed you were good quality based on your figure. Turns out you really are a little slut.)

I was already weak and powerless from him, 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 with my entire

breasts . His fingers teased my vulva faster, reaching my clitoris. He

moved my clitoris 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. 　　This sudden impact made me unable to utter a sound, my whole body trembled violently, and my vagina tightened as if not letting his fingers leave. My juices had already flowed out of my hole, and the inside was even more wet. His fingers were already covered in my juices, smearing his three thick fingers. He suddenly pulled his hands out. He pushed , 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 . 　　(Oh! So white and smooth,) he said, licking my thighs with his tongue, which gave me even more pleasure. His tongue kept moving 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 clean.) 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! causing my vagina to contract naturally, and his tongue rotated even more forcefully inside my vagina. His fingers pulled down my nipples as if to rip them off. He pulled his tongue back and sucked hard on my clitoris. Oh! 　　(Ah...ya...I'm going to die...boss, don't kill me!) 　　(I'm going to make you feel like you're dying of pleasure.) He then sucked on my nectar again. His fingers twisted and kneaded my nipples, while his tongue moved like a snake inside my labia. 　　(I'm going to suck all the juice out.) He used his fingers to open my labia and inserted his entire lip into my cleft to suck on my juice. 　　(Ah...) I was made to move my lower body incessantly by him. 　　(Hmm...why isn't the juice dry yet?) Oh! Is he teasing me? His sucking only makes my lower body flow more and more juice. His lips were covered in my juice, even his nose was covered. 　　(Hmm...so sweet...this is such a good breakfast.) He then stuck out his tongue and slowly 　　licked my nectar. I was licked until my whole body itched, my vagina kept contracting, and my buttocks swayed from side to side. 　　(Ah... um... boss...) 　　(Oh... the water keeps flowing out, let's plug it up.) After saying that, he inserted three fingers into my vagina. 　　(Um...) My body convulsed. He pushed his fingers in forcefully 　　(Ah... you've hit my clitoris!) He wouldn't let me go, thrusting in and out forcefully, each time going deep inside. His tongue licked my clitoris, then he took his fingers out and put his tongue into my vulva to lick my nectar. 　　He pulled his tongue out and then his fingers were forcefully inserted again. 　　(Oh... so good!) 　　(The juice can't be stopped, so what?) He gently bit my labia with his teeth. 　　(Um... then please try it with your penis.) 　　He immediately pounced on me, his hands unbuckling his belt. 　　(Okay! Then I'll give you my penis.) 　　(Um... 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...that's amazing!) 　　He swept his penis across my face. Seeing such a huge treasure, I couldn't help but feel excited, imagining how full it would be when it entered my jade cave. Just as he bent down to insert it, I suddenly heard a sound at the door. It must be a colleague coming to change into their uniform. He quickly put his pants back on, 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. She looked at us with a bit of surprise. The boss told her that he had heard a scream and came in to see what was going on. He learned that I had seen a cockroach on my uniform and had chased it away. After saying that, he walked out of the changing room. My wet and empty cave was left with nothing to fill it. I could only go out to the lobby and continue working. 　　Coming back to my senses, I walked out of the lobby, just as a customer came in to inquire about the center's information. He was very young, I guessed he was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. He was very strong and must have been working out regularly. Now he was just considering transferring. So I felt I needed to provide him with better service to encourage him to join. I explained the center . 　　He smiled and looked me up and down (the rules at all gyms are pretty much the same, but I really like your center 's uniform). 　　He kept staring at the logo printed on the chest of my low-cut tank top. I felt a little embarrassed by his gaze and could only smile back. 　　(Then I'll show you around the center's facilities.) 　　(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 of my breasts , let alone looking down from above! I guessed he was admiring my cleavage right now. 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, we introduced him to the center's fitness equipment. Since it was 10:00 AM, there were usually very few customers at this time, and only this customer named Mike and I were in the lobby. He came...

Next to a chest-enhancing machine, he pointed at it and asked how to use it. I thought to myself, "Are you kidding me? Judging from

your physique, I know you like sports. Even if you don't work out often, you should know how

to operate this simple machine."

But my job is to make customers feel at home; even their most trivial requests

must be met.

(Can you demonstrate for me?)

(Of course.)

Saying this, I sat on the machine's seat, stretching out my arms to demonstrate. He looked at me with satisfaction.

I started the movements. Because it was a chest-expanding exercise, requiring opening and closing of the arms, 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 pronounced. With each opening and closing movement, I knew he

wasn't watching my hands, but my chest.

After about ten repetitions, I stopped. Looking into his admiring eyes, I smiled and said, "You

probably know how to operate it 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 it's work,

I can't ask him. I had no choice but to demonstrate again.

This time, when sitting on the machine, I needed to spread my thighs; it's 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 area between my thighs from the moment I started.

Because the machine requires you to spread your legs first and shift your weight inward, I couldn't keep my legs closed for too long;

conversely the time I spent opening them was relatively longer.

The way my legs opened and closed caused my briefs to shift slightly, which was probably

why he couldn't take his eyes off me.

When I tried 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 interested in me demonstrating fitness for him, but rather in me showing off my body.

That was better than nothing; at least I understood his intentions. Actually, many customers often pretend to touch my body unintentionally

, 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 he was in a gym. He

slowly withdrew his hands, a little 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 had left me wanting more, and this touch and caress 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 with 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 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 the place 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 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! Mike, don't do this!) I was really startled by his sudden and shocking behavior.

(What am I afraid of? I couldn't resist seeing you any longer.)

He hugged me tighter, pulling down the strap of my tank top to reveal my silky white bra.

(Ah! No!) I tried to push him away, but he was so strong, and I wasn't really pushing him hard.

(Mmm…snow-white breasts) He then bit down on my breast, his hand quickly pulling down my

bra, exposing my entire breast to his gaze.

(Such a big grape, wouldn't it be a waste not to let others taste it?)

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 swirling rapidly 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 even harder, his fingers clamping my nipple tighter. I was already limp from his ministrations,

leaning 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.

(Such a delicious grape, mmm…)

(Mmm…)

I had long since stopped resisting.

He released his hand from my waist and moved it up to my breasts, both hands constantly pinching and kneading my breasts, his tongue

constantly licking my nipples. He pressed his lower body against mine, and I could feel the heat from his penis.

My lower body was already starting to leak fluid, and I was swaying from side to side. Suddenly, he used both hands to force my breasts

together, pressing my nipples against each other, and then used his agile tongue to lick my already erect nipples in turn.

(Mmm...uh...ah)

He made my whole body go limp, and I opened my mouth wide to suck on both of my nipples.

(Oh...) My moans probably excited him even more, and he sucked even harder,

rubbing his teeth against my nipples. Just as I was enjoying it, he suddenly bit my nipple.

(Ah...it hurts, no...)

He then licked my nipple again, arousing me once more. My fluid had soaked my panties, and

my lower body so empty. He continued to suck on my nipples, while his other hand pulled down my panties. He used his fingers

to tease my vulva, and my already wet vagina became even more gushing.

(Oh, it's already so wet.)

(Mmm...it's all your fault...ah!)

He bit my nipples hard, his fingers plunging deeper into my vagina. Oh! Three fingers

inside at once, I can't take it! He excited me so much that my body swayed, and I held his head tightly

against my chest.

His fingers probed left and right inside my vagina, biting my nipples. My juices were flowing all over his

hands, and his fingers were rotating vigorously inside my vagina.

(Mmm...so slippery.)

(Mmm...it's killing me...ah...)

This made him suck on my nipples even harder, his fingers twisting inside my vagina. With his other hand, he released my

breasts and pulled down his pants, revealing his huge penis.

He pulled my hand onto his thick shaft, and naturally, I grasped his hot, hard

penis and stroked it. He pulled his fingers out of my vagina 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...um...)

He sucked hard as if trying to drain my juices dry.

(Ah...so wet...um...so sweet...)

He stuck his tongue into my vagina. His fingers lightly pressed my clitoris, making my whole body itch like it was being bitten by ants, and

I kept twisting my buttocks. He lifted his body and pinched my breasts with both hands.

With a thrust of his lower body, his penis went straight into my hole.

(Ah...) In an instant, such a thick penis went all the way in. It made my whole body convulse and my hands clench tightly.

(Do you like it?)

(Ah...don't be so rough.)

(Haha...you will enjoy this.)

After saying that, he used his huge penis to thrust hard 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, thrusting into my flower core with every stroke.

(Ouch...)

(You like it, right? I told you you would. Look how wet you are.)

(Mmm...no...no...don't stop...ah)

He quickened 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 walked out of the reception area. Of course, he filled out our participation form and became a member of our fitness center.

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