Xiaoqi's Gym Romance

The Gym Romance of Xiaoqi: There's a saying that goes, "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach." But what follows is, "A well-fed and strong man is better able to have sex with you."
After finishing my military service, I found a job as a programmer at a small company, working on a project. After six months in an office, I noticed my waist had thickened, my buttocks had grown larger, and my muscles weren't as toned as they were
in the military. I decided to find a place to exercise. The company I worked for had a gym on the top floor of a commercial building in the suburbs. The gym had several treadmills, weight training machines, dumbbells—it was quite well-equipped—and a small aerobics studio. Female employees from different companies in the building hired an outside instructor for yoga classes. The aerobics studio was usually unused except during class time. Besides these basic facilities, there was also a shower room, so it was quite comprehensive.
At first, I mainly went running, and occasionally did some weight training. However, programmers' schedules are often irregular; if I worked late, I was too tired to exercise. I could go at least two or three times a week, and after a month or two, the results were visible. Although my weight couldn't be as low as it was during my prime, I was even more muscular than when I was in the army. I guess I had more fat, and it was hard to lose it through exercise. But it wasn't bad, so I didn't care too much. I just told myself that I was stronger this way, even if it meant I couldn't wear a lot of nice clothes anymore.
Going to exercise after work was actually not bad. I could even sneak peeks at the yoga class while running. Besides the yoga teacher being a mature woman, several of the students were quite attractive. One of them, named Xiaoqi (I only found out about her later), particularly caught my eye.
What did Xiaoqi look like? To be honest, she looked a bit like the actress Feng Xizhen. How to put it? She had big, round eyes, was 160 cm tall, and spoke in a soft, gentle voice. If she were to act cute, it would be easy for her to ejaculate. Of course, her figure wasn't as thin as an actress; she was a bit more fleshy, which was considered acceptable by today's standards for women.
Besides that, what's most special about her is her eyes. I always feel like her eyes are smiling. No matter when I look at her face, I feel like her eyes and expression are subtly smiling. This kind of girl is the most terrifying. A bunch of men in the building are captivated by her, and I often see a swarm of flies fawning over her.
My ex-girlfriend wasn't this type, so I didn't find her particularly special like others did.
After I started exercising, I saw yoga classes a few times, and I couldn't help but feel a little itchy.
Yoga poses involve bending the body on the ground, and the curves are fully revealed by the tight-fitting clothes. Women, even if they already have a good figure, will still feel that their figure has gone out of shape. The people who come to the class are all in pretty good figures; they just need to maintain their figures. So, the dance studio is practically overflowing with spring-like beauty.
One pose, like a caterpillar, with chin and chest touching the ground and buttocks raised high, tight pants bulging even tighter, pressed against a group of hot girls, seemingly shimmering under the lights, telling the men outside, "Come at us from behind and fuck us hard!"
The other poses, needless to say, were like frogman exercises, with chests thrusting out, legs spread wide, stretching thighs—each one made me feel uncomfortably aroused.
Running in my tight pants was not only uncomfortable but also unsightly. I was terrified they'd come out after class, screaming, and arrest me as a pervert. That would be terrible—I really didn't want to be locked up and forced to have corns stuffed into my mouth… I couldn't even imagine how horrible that would be. Even so, I still watched. I openly observed them during class, but as class was about to end, I'd rush to take a cold shower to release my pent-up desire, lest I do something unforgivable while my lust got the better of me.
The gym was actually an illegal addition on the top floor, and it didn't cover the entire rooftop, so there was still a lot of space there, like the building's water tank and pipes.
Since my floor didn't have a balcony, I had to go up to the roof to smoke. When I was stuck on a programming problem, I would often go upstairs for half an hour, and my colleagues were used to it. Anyway, this type of work was all about accountability; as long as you produced something on time, that was fine, and the company didn't really care about these things.
One day at noon, after lunch, I wanted to go upstairs for a smoke. I prefer to find a quiet place, so I usually find a corner to sit down and smoke. Plus, that day was muggy, overcast, and looked like it was going to rain. After smoking one cigarette, I still felt a bit stuffy, so I stood up and walked around a bit.
As I was swaying, I suddenly heard a muffled groan, and it was a woman's voice, coming from the other end of the machine room.
I immediately thought something was wrong; why would there be a woman in the machine room at this hour? So I slowly walked over and peeked. I was wrong; I should have looked! It turned out Xiaoqi was masturbating in the back!
I thought, "Wow! You always seem so innocent, but you're actually quite slutty..."
Not wanting to ruin things right away, I hid by the wall to watch what she did.
Xiaoqi was leaning against the wall, her shirt still on, but all the buttons were undone, and her front-opening bra hung askew, half-covering her C-cup breasts. Her left hand was inside her right bra, vigorously kneading her nipple. Xiaoqi's bust was fairly full, but the overall shape was excellent. Her nipples were small and perky, slightly upturned, as if saying, "Come eat me!" So alluring. Her wheat-colored but fair skin had a healthy elasticity, making me want to grab it with my big hands and knead it forcefully.
Then I shifted my gaze to her lower body. Her knee-length accounting skirt was pulled up, and her black lace thong couldn't hide her beautiful figure. Her private area was already glistening; it had begun to get wet. The lustful fluid moistened Xiaoqi's fingers as she massaged her. This slut, her pubic hair looked like it had been specially trimmed; I wondered how many men had used it.
Seeing this, my penis was painfully erect, and I desperately wanted to release it, but I restrained myself because what she did next only fueled my lust.
Xiaoqi took a vibrator from her pocket and pulled her skirt up even higher, revealing her long, shapely legs, even more clearly because of her high heels. Then, she stood by the wall, pulled her thong down to her knees, rested her left hand on the wall, and bent over. At this moment, I finally saw her buttocks. Because yoga has a buttock-lifting effect, Xiaoqi's buttocks resembled a full, firm peach. Clearly, her fingers were just the beginning; they were far from enough. She seemed quite used to using the vibrator; she skillfully placed it against her genitals, her whole body shuddering slightly before she let out a muffled groan and began to enjoy the sensation.
At that moment, all I could hear was my pounding heart, the buzzing of the vibrator's motor, and Xiaoqi's soft breathing.
A wicked thought crossed my mind. I took out my newly bought camera phone and began filming this beautiful scene, all the while observing Xiaoqi's physical reactions.
After a few minutes, her movements quickened, a light sheen of sweat appearing on her buttocks and thighs, her cheeks flushed, making her even more adorable. Her breathing turned into heavy, continuous gasps. Her body began to tremble slightly, the muscles in her calves visibly straining, faint blue veins bulging.
Just as she was about to climax, I lunged forward and slapped her hand away from her genitals. Startled and with her thong hanging around her knees, she lost her balance and was about to fall when I caught her from behind, using my feet to shield her and my arms around her chest. I could feel her smooth skin and the rhythm of her soft breathing.
As I enjoyed the sensation of her beautiful body, I took out the video I had just recorded and pressed play.
Xiaoqi lowered her head in shame, but that didn't stop her lewd breathing from the loudspeaker.
I breathed into her ear and asked, "So sexually frustrated, huh? Want all the men in the building to know what you're doing? Want all the men to come and fuck you?"

Xiaoqi shook her head violently, but how could she escape my clutches? I turned the phone volume up even louder, while my other hand moved restlessly down to her nipples. Instantly, her still unsatisfied body heated up again. Not so kind, I brought her close to another climax before cruelly stopping. Twice about to reach her peak only to be pulled back down, Xiaoqi was so angry she was about to cry, saying, "You...you bad man...what do you want?"

I wanted her to say those words herself; then I would have achieved half of my goal. I placed her in the corner, pulled down her thong, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into my pocket. In a commanding tone, I said, "Looks like you'll need to find an excuse to work overtime tonight. Seven o'clock, meet me at the dance studio. Take off your bra. If you're not on time, if you don't listen, tomorrow everyone will see videos of XX company employees masturbating on the rooftop online, hehehe." With that, I turned and went downstairs without looking back, leaving Xiaoqi silently weeping in the corner.

Actually, I had my reasons. Lunchtime was already short, and if I didn't let her go home soon, her colleagues might come looking for her on the rooftop, which wouldn't be good. Besides, it was Friday, and there were no classes on the mini-weekend; everyone else in the building usually went home for the weekend. Until the building manager came to turn off the lights at eleven, I believed that with my abilities, I could make her feel like she was in heaven, and then take her home for the weekend. There was no need to risk playing with her now.

I was only betting on three things: whether she dared to come, whether there were people at the gym, and whether I could satisfy her.

All afternoon, I couldn't concentrate on anything. My penis was as hard as an iron rod, and I didn't want to take care of it myself. Ever since breaking up with my ex-girlfriend when I was in the army, I've mostly taken care of it myself or paid for it. After starting work, my schedule became even more irregular, and I've always taken care of it myself. Why should I put up with this sexy and alluring woman? Just bear with it, just bear with it.

Normally, I'll leave work around six o'clock. I pretended I still had something to think about and stayed at my desk, saying goodbye to my colleagues. After everyone left, I slipped into the gym to check things out. Sure enough, the lights were off, and there was no one there. I turned off the lights at both exits to make it

seem like the gym was empty. It was seven o'clock when I slowly went upstairs, thinking about how to deal with Xiaoqi. I entered the gym and locked the door. The lights in the dance studio were on. Xiaoqi was standing in front of the mirror, not even hearing me come in. She seemed to be thinking about something. Was she thinking about how to please me later? That's for the best, forget about everything else, hehe. Thinking this, I approached her from behind and hugged her, reaching into her shirt to see if she remembered what I'd said at noon. So what if she didn't? It just meant I'd fuck her harder later!

Sure enough, Xiaoqi was obedient and actually took off her bra for our date. But as soon as I hugged her, her body trembled, and tears streamed down her face.
"Waaah...why are you doing this...please, spare me...I...I can give you money..."
No matter how much she begged, I was already hard-pressed; I wouldn't let her go until I'd fucked her until she was completely exhausted.
"Don't think too much, let me have my fun, I promise I'll delete the video, and then we'll go our separate ways." Sure enough, hearing me say that, she calmed down, leaving only occasional sobs.
"Let's cooperate. Don't you want to be interrupted at noon? I promise I'll make you happy too. Maybe we can even be sex partners in the future..." Her face started to turn red, and she nodded. It seemed that tonight I could fulfill my dream of having sex with such a beautiful girl in the dance studio.
Starting from behind, I gently bit her earlobe, then lightly kissed her cheek. She turned her head and French kissed me. In close contact, she had an unknown fragrance, which made me feel full of energy. My hands didn't stop either. I pulled off her shirt. Xiaoqi, who wasn't wearing a bra, was now only wearing that short accounting skirt, weakly supporting her last bit of dignity... Unfortunately, behind her fragile dignity, what awaited her was a rough, dark evil.
My hands began to play with her breasts. Just as I had observed at noon, they were full and the youthful flesh meant there was no sagging at all. My hands are not small; I can easily grab a basketball, but it was just right to cover her breasts from below. As I vigorously kneaded her nipples with both hands, my thumbs and forefingers rubbing her two luscious nipples, Xiaoqi's reaction changed. Even the slightest touch caused her whole body to tense up. I figured I'd found her erogenous zones, and it was time to reward her.

I turned Xiaoqi around, so we were face to face. My left hand continued stimulating her nipples, while my mouth took over on the other. When my nose pressed against her breasts, the faint scent of milk, mixed with the smell of sweat from the day, became an aphrodisiac.
I gently bit her nipples, then alternately circled them with my tongue. The rhythm classroom wasn't air-conditioned, making it a little stuffy, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on Xiaoqi's breasts. I sucked deeply on her breasts, creating a strange taste in my mouth—a blend of saltiness and fragrance. I loved this feeling.

When my tongue touched Xiaoqi's nipples, the rough surface of my tongue rubbed against her delicate nipples, sending a tingling sensation spreading from her nipples throughout her body. With my right hand, I lifted her accounting skirt and began to play with her clitoris and vulva. The simultaneous impact of two pleasures resulted in Xiaoqi's first orgasm.

"I can't take it anymore...it's going to break...ah...ah..." Completely powerless to resist, Xiaoqi climaxed involuntarily.
I hadn't expected her to be so horny and so sensitive. Slippery vaginal fluid covered my hands; bringing it close to my nose, I detected a faint, indescribable scent. I laid her on the ground and removed her accounting skirt, breaking down her last defenses, exposing her beautiful petals to the air, opening and closing. Her breathing was disrupted after the orgasm, her chest heaving violently, her wanton yet helpless appearance arousing a man's instincts.

"Now comes the main event..." I thought to myself.

I carried Xiaoqi to a pile of mats, inhaling the scent of her forbidden zone, and then slowly inserted my penis into her honeypot. Although Xiaoqi sensed the impending danger, she struggled to move her legs, trying to escape. Unfortunately, with my hands clamped between her slender legs and the exhaustion from my orgasm, it was all just a waste of energy.

Because of the post-orgasmic wetness, I was able to more easily and gradually penetrate her forbidden territory. My penis isn't particularly long, about 17cm, but it's incredibly thick; I could barely grip it with my hand. The glans was about the size of a ping-pong ball, and the crown was like a mushroom. Inserting it was fine, but pulling it out scraped against the tender flesh inside her vagina, creating a pleasurable sensation. No woman could withstand such intense penetration for more than ten minutes.

At first, Xiaoqi's vagina just barely gripped my glans, but it tightened further in, until finally, the tender flesh contracted and sucked at my glans. At that moment, I really wondered if I had encountered the legendary "masterpiece"? Unfortunately, she was too weak to resist, but the pleasure from her honest body allowed her to express her unwillingness with low moans.

I chuckled to myself, "This is just the beginning... I can't even handle it once it's inside, I really can't predict how good it will feel..." Thinking this, I started the piston-like motion. At first, I only pulled out slightly, then slowly pushed it all the way in. Then I increased the amplitude and speed, one stroke at a time.

By the fifth time, when I was almost completely pulled out and about to thrust all the way in, Xiaoqi could no longer express her physical sensations with just low moans. Her beautiful body lines began to contort, and her mouth opened wide like a goldfish, gasping and moaning.

"It's so...so full...how can it be so thick...don't move anymore...pull it out..." I thought to myself, "At this point, who cares about saving face? Watch me push harder, and later she'll be begging me not to stop."

I slowed down and pulled my penis out first. When it came out, there was a "pop" sound like opening a bottle, and my penis, covered in Xiaoqi's vaginal fluid, stood erect and trembling. The shiny glans was menacing, eager to enter that sucking hole again.

I lifted Xiaoqi's body, making her into an inverted L shape, intending to enter from behind. Xiaoqi's hands rested on the railing of the mirror, her hair falling down her shoulders, revealing her beautiful back and slender waist. Compared to noon when she was still clothed, the lines of her waist and back were clearly visible. Her back, without any blemishes or imperfections, had a smooth and healthy complexion that shone like beautiful silk. I couldn't resist bringing my nose close to hers and rubbing it against her, making her ticklish and wanting to laugh but unable to.

I used two fingers to scoop up some of her wet vulva, confirming that it was lubricated enough for me to explore further without getting hurt, and then, in one go, I thrust in and out forcefully again. The doggy style allows for a shallower penetration, but visually, the stimulation is much greater than the normal missionary style, especially in a room with mirrors on three sides. Whenever I thrust deeply, her drooping breasts would sway dramatically. Besides my back, from the front, left, or right, you could see the two of us tightly connected, and in the reflection, it looked as if thousands of couples were having sex around you at the same time.

And whenever I thrust to the deepest point, my lower abdomen would bump against Xiaoqi's buttocks. Looking down from above, the color wasn't actually that dark; it was more of a pale white. One hand supported her waist, while the other pressed and kneaded her buttocks, feeling her vagina tighten even more. The firm muscles provided a pleasant sensation, with excess flesh peeking out from between my fingers. When I released her, I left red palm prints, intensifying my sense of conquest.

Pleasure was like a whirlpool; when it reached its peak, Xiaoqi's mind couldn't resist her honest body, accepting it meant falling to the bottom of the whirlpool... being swallowed by it. After the second orgasm, the third followed immediately.

I couldn't believe how quickly it had come, and my accumulated pleasure had reached its limit; I was on the verge of ejaculation.

"Ah...ah...it's coming again, faster...faster...give me one more time...oh..." Xiaoqi knew her body's condition and that only the man behind her could push her into the hell of sex, so she began to respond with words.
"How about I ejaculate inside?"

"No... ejaculate outside... anywhere is fine... just don't ejaculate inside..."

I teased her, slowing down a bit. She seemed annoyed by the slowing down and started wriggling her hips. I pulled out a little more and stopped.

"Ah... don't stop..." she sighed in frustration, her hips moving further back, but I followed suit. She cried in frustration.

"Ejaculate inside, it's okay if you ejaculate inside... you bad man..." To avoid interrupting the pleasure, she had to succumb to the fear of pregnancy from internal ejaculation and agreed to let me ejaculate inside her.

After getting her consent, I continued the previous movements, pushing the pleasure to its peak with maximum force and speed. The air was filled with the "slap slap" sound of flesh colliding. Suddenly, Xiaoqi's hands went limp, falling to the floor, and her entire lower body muscles began to contract.

Feeling her body's reaction, I buried my glans deep inside her, in the very depths of her honey pot. A surge of heat coursed through my glans, her entire honey pot gripping my penis tightly, a suction force at its deepest point, like a vacuum. After accumulating for so long, thick semen erupted from my urethra, once, twice, three times… The pleasure was like an addiction, shooting up my spine, numbing my brain, making it impossible to think, as if I were suffocating.

Stimulated deep within her body, she let out a long "Oh…" and began to writhe, instinctively trying to break free, but I held her tightly from behind. Besides, it was you, you slut, who was gripping my cock so tightly!

Even after ejaculation, it continued to pulsate inside her, the hot semen mixed with her vaginal fluid slowly flowing from our joined bodies, sticky and forming a long, glistening trail that dripped down.

That night, she came home with me. The debauchery of the entire weekend made me take Monday off to rest at home. Our casual sex relationship progressed quickly. We knew every part of each other's bodies intimately; I even performed anal sex and enemas on her. We had sex in many places—in buildings, in the suburbs, in movie theaters—we tried almost anywhere we wanted a thrill.

We maintained this casual sex relationship for over six months until my project at that company ended, and after I switched careers, we rarely contacted each other. After each encounter, she would always say she had never seen a man as virile as me.

This was the first girl I met at the gym. Although she already had a boyfriend, it was limited to a relationship of exchanging money and sex. At the same time, she revealed to me that at least three men were pursuing her simultaneously (and who she didn't mention? I've always been skeptical of that number), meaning she was juggling four relationships (me? I don't count; I was just a casual sex partner). Did I ever consider pursuing her? She was good-looking, sexy, and attractive; we were sexually compatible, right? The answer was no. Because I saw through her true nature, she used her natural advantages as a woman to juggle four men. Her supposed boyfriend was quite wealthy, and his financial support was far beyond what a recent graduate like myself, an engineer, could match.

Yet, her attitude towards him was the same as the other three: he was always nice to her and attentive to her advances. She accepted gifts without question; I once saw over ten designer handbags given to her by others in her home. However, her cold attitude remained unchanged.
I asked her about it, and she said her supposed boyfriend had pursued her relentlessly, and she made a bet with him: if she lost, she would become his girlfriend; if she won, he would never bother her again. She lost, but she remained cold towards him. I had no idea why, since we were just friends with benefits.

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