Mia and Matthew

Matthew, the gym employee, couldn’t resist the temptation. He knew Lena only by sight—the pretty blonde who worked out early every now and then—and he knew that she and Mia had a complicated friendship that was based more on rivalry than warmth. That made it all the more tempting. He dialed Mia’s number. It rang for a long time. Finally, a rough, sleepy voice answered.

“What the hell…”

“Come to the gym,” was all he said.

Mia just hung up. Matthew grinned, took a photo of Lena’s bare upper body—her breasts exposed, her nipples hard, her face relaxed and slightly open—and sent it with the message: *Come to the gym if you don’t want to miss this.*

Ten seconds later, Mia called back.

“What’s this, Matthew?”

“Just come. And you owe me a favor.”

Mia cursed, threw on the first clothes she could find, and drove as fast as she could. Matthew beckoned her over and explained quietly:

“She’s been sleeping here for about thirty minutes. No reaction, but she seems to be fine. Take a look between her legs.”

Mia stepped closer to the window. Lena’s pussy was visibly throbbing in a rhythmic pattern—her labia were contracting and relaxing at short intervals, and fresh moisture glistened and dripped. It looked as if she were having one orgasm after another without waking up.

Mia bit her lower lip. Her mind was already racing. She pulled Matthew slightly aside.

“Let’s send others away. No one is allowed to see her. We’ll cordon off the area. I’ve got a idea.”

The hallway was empty, he unlocked the door from the outside, and they both stepped inside. The smell of sex and warm wood hit them. Lena was still lying completely motionless, legs spread, her body rippling with subtle twitches.

“Lena?” Mia called, shaking her shoulder. No reaction. Matthew pressed on her sternum, called her name—nothing. Just that persistent, rhythmic throbbing between her legs and a soft moan.

Mia knelt down next to the lounger. Her eyes glistened. “She’s really out of it.” Mia knelt down next to the lounger. Her eyes glistened.

She reached out and placed two fingers on Lena’s right nipple. Slowly, she rolled it, stretched it out, pinched it tightly, and let it snap back. Lena moaned deeper. Mia took the nipple completely between her thumb and index finger and massaged it in hard, rhythmic circles until it was dark red and rock-hard. Then she switched to the left breast and did the same—pulling, rolling, pinching, stretching.

Matthew stood there, mesmerized. Mia glanced briefly at him.

He hesitated for just a second, then reached out. His larger hands cupped Lena’s breasts, pressed them together, kneaded the soft flesh, and rubbed his thumbs over the already sore nipples. Mia let him have his way and turned her attention to her lower body.

She stroked flat across Lena’s stomach, down to her smooth mons pubis, and placed her fingers directly on the throbbing, dripping-wet slit. The labia were swollen and hot. Mia rubbed slowly and firmly over the clitoris, circling, stroking flat, then circling again. Clear moisture immediately moistened her fingers. She spread the labia with her index and middle fingers and slid both into the tight, rhythmically twitching heat. The inner walls immediately sucked around them. Mia hooked her fingers inside and began to work the front spot with short, hard thrusts, while her thumb rubbed the clitoris continuously.

Lena came again.

Her body tensed, her muscles clenched tightly around Mia’s fingers, a wet surge ran over her hand and dripped onto the massage table. A long, broken moan escaped Lena’s throat. Mia didn’t stop. She continued to finger her, harder, faster, and at the same time, Matthew leaned over her and sucked one of her hard nipples deep into his mouth.

“One more,” Mia murmured, grinning.

The second orgasm came in less than two minutes. Then the third. Lena’s body was caught in a constant state of twitching, wetness, and moaning. Her slit made loud, smacking noises with every thrust of Mia’s fingers. Fresh fluid ran in thin trickles over her perineum and down Mia’s wrist.

They didn’t stop for thirty minutes.

They took turns. Sometimes Mia fucked her hard with three fingers and her thumb on her clitoris; other times she licked her until Lena came again. Matthew sucked on her breasts, rubbed his cock across her face, nipples, and slit, briefly slipping the head of his cock between her labia and pulling it back out. Every time Lena’s internal muscles contracted and she went through another orgasm, they intensified the stimulation instead of letting up. The couch was wet by now. Lena’s stomach, breasts, and inner thighs glistened with saliva, her own moisture, and traces of Matthew’s pre-cum.

Mia savored every second. The feeling of power, the sight of Lena—completely helpless and in a constant state of arousal—and the fact that she was doing this together with Matthew made her dripping wet herself. Lena lay beneath them, her body shaken by countless orgasms, her slit red and swollen, her nipples sore and dark, and still in that deep, dream-like state.

Right on time at 8:00, it happened. Somewhere, an alarm had gone off. Jennifer’s alarm. The shared dream came to an abrupt end.

Lena came to with a violent, uncontrolled orgasm. Her entire body tensed, her internal muscles clenched around Mia’s finger, a clear gush of fluid spurted out, and her voice broke into a loud, choked moan. Even as the waves were still coursing through her, her eyes flew open.

Her body was still twitching when her eyes opened. Bright light. A padded couch. Mia right next to her, Matthew on the other side. For a moment, she thought she was still dreaming. Then she felt the cool air on her bare skin, the wetness between her legs, and the sticky feeling on her stomach and breasts.

“What… is this a dream?”

Mia gently stroked her shoulder, her voice soft and concerned.

“It’s all right, Lena. You’re in the recovery room. Matthew found you and brought you here. He saved you.”

Lena blinked. “Saved…?”

“You fell asleep in the sauna,” Mia explained calmly. “It was way too hot in there. He got you out before anything worse happened. He didn’t want to cause a big scene, so he didn’t call the police or an ambulance right away. First, he brought you here, to safety. Then he called me so I could take you home.”

Matthew nodded seriously and held her arm as if he were still checking her pulse.

“You looked like you were completely out of it,” he said. “No alcohol, nothing. At first I thought it was exam stress.”

Lena swallowed. The dream with Jennifer had ended abruptly, right in the middle of an orgasm. And now she was lying here. Naked. With two people staring at her.

Mia helped her sit up and slipped a short white bathrobe over her shoulders. The fabric was thin and barely reached the middle of her thighs. When Lena tried to pull it closed in the front, Mia held her hands firmly.

“Take it easy. Take a deep breath first.”

Matthew went to get some water. As soon as he was out of earshot, Mia’s voice grew quieter and more serious.

“Lena… are you taking anything? Drugs? Or… were you trying to hurt yourself?”

“What? No!”

“Thank goodness Matthew was there.” Mia brushed a strand of hair from her face. “He found you in the hot sauna and brought you here before anyone else noticed. Then he called me so I could look after you. You really should thank him. For protecting you like that. Any other guy would’ve taken advantage of the situation.”

Lena just nodded mechanically. Her body felt heavy and overstimulated; her pussy was still throbbing.

Matthew came back with a bottle of water. As he sat down, Mia suddenly grinned and nudged Lena lightly.

“I guess it didn’t leave a clean break, either. Look… he’s got a bulge in his pants.”

She giggled like a young girl. Matthew blushed but said nothing. Lena took a sip, then another. Ten minutes later, the fog in her head had mostly cleared. She hadn’t been in any danger. On the contrary—she was deeply post-orgasmic, her body still sensitive and warm.

Mia leaned close to her ear and whispered:

“I’ll leave you two alone so you can thank a hero.”

She made a suggestive motion with her tongue against the inside of her cheek, nodding toward Matthew’s crotch. Then she stood up, winked at Lena, and left the relaxation room. The door clicked shut. Through the large glass pane, only Matthew could see her take a few steps and then stop, her cell phone already in her hand.

Lena sat on the lounger, her short bathrobe draped loosely over her shoulders. Matthew stood in front of her, the bulge in his pants clearly visible. The many orgasms, the overstimulation, Mia’s words—everything blended together in her head, leaving her in a hazy state.

“I… want to thank you,” she heard herself say.

Her hands undid his belt, pulled down his zipper, and pulled out his already hard cock. It was thick, warm, and throbbing in her hand. Lena leaned forward and took the head between her lips.

Mia was filming from outside.

She had the perfect angle: Lena’s face in profile, her mouth closing around the cock, and at the same time a view from behind under the short bathrobe, where Lena’s bare ass and her still-glistening, slightly parted pussy were visible. Mia zoomed in, focused, and made sure Lena’s face remained clearly recognizable.

Lena sucked. Her tongue circled the head, brushing against the sensitive spot on the underside, while she jerked off the shaft with one hand. Saliva was already dripping down her fingers. Matthew moaned softly and ran a hand through her hair.

“Fuck… Lena…”

She took him deeper. The head of his cock pressed against her throat; she gagged softly but didn’t let him out. Instead, she relaxed and pushed her head further forward until her nose almost touched his groin. The scent of his cock and her own arousal mingled. She began to really suck him off—long, slow movements with her lips tightly sealed, then faster, shallower thrusts that sent the head of his cock slapping against her soft palate again and again.

Mia kept filming. She changed the angle, moving to the side once, then back directly behind the glass, so that Lena’s spread knees, bare ass, and the wet glisten between her labia were clearly visible as she sucked his cock.

Matthew lasted longer than expected. The two orgasms before had desensitized him. Lena sucked and jerked him off, coating him with saliva, letting him slide out of her mouth, and licking lightly along the entire shaft before taking him deep again. Her jaw began to ache. Saliva dripped onto her breasts and her short bathrobe.

Finally, she let him slide out of her mouth and looked up.

“I… can’t do it with my mouth anymore.”

She slid the bathrobe off her shoulders, so she was naked again, and turned on the lounger. On all fours. Her ass thrust out toward him—and straight toward the glass pane. With one hand, she reached back, spread one cheek, and showed him her dripping-wet, slightly swollen pussy.

“Then like this.”

Matthew didn’t need any further invitation. He grabbed her hips, positioned his glistening glans, and with a single, long thrust, pushed himself all the way into her. Lena gasped. The stretching was intense; her overstimulated walls immediately clenched around him. He began to fuck her—hard, deep—the thrusts of his hips making her body bounce.

Mia zoomed in on the spot where his cock disappeared into Lena’s pussy. You could see everything: how the labia wrapped around the shaft, how wetness glistened with every withdrawal, how Lena’s asshole contracted with each thrust. Then she panned back to Lena’s face, which was turned to the side, her mouth open, her eyes glassy.

“You’re so wet,” Matthew gasped, thrusting especially deep. “You’ve been like this the whole time.”

Lena could only moan. Every thrust hit that sensitive spot inside her; the many orgasms before had made her hypersensitive. It took less than two minutes for her to come again—violently, with a loud, broken scream, her inner muscles cramping rhythmically around his cock, and fresh fluid squirting audibly.

Matthew grinned and just kept fucking her. He placed a hand between her shoulder blades and pressed her upper body flat against the couch, so that her ass was raised even higher. At this angle, he took her harder. The couch creaked. Lena’s breasts rubbed against the padding. Mia filmed nonstop, making sure that both the penetration and Lena’s contorted face were in the frame.

“Thank you…,” Lena gasped between thrusts. “Thank you for… saving me…”

The words came out choppy and humble. Matthew groaned and picked up the pace. He grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and fucked her with short, hard thrusts until he came himself. With a deep groan, he pressed himself tightly against her and pumped himself inside her. Lena felt the warm spurts, the pulsing, the extra sensation of wetness.

He stayed inside her for a moment longer, then slowly pulled out. A thick gush of cum and her own wetness immediately ran out of her open slit and dripped onto the lounge chair.

Mia finished recording, put her phone away, and stepped back into the room as if nothing had happened.

“Everything okay with you guys?” she asked innocently. Lena was still lying on the lounger, her bathrobe somewhere out of sight, her legs trembling, Matthew’s cum between her thighs. She could only nod.

She was still sitting on the lounge chair, her legs slightly apart, and could feel Matthew’s cum running out of her, warm and thick. Unprotected. Right inside her. Mia was standing in the room; she’d seen everything—not just that she’d given him a blowjob, but that she’d turned around afterward, stuck her ass out, and offered up her pussy. Willingly. Gratefully. Like a slut paying her savior his due.

The shame rushed so hotly to her face that she felt dizzy.

She said nothing. Not a word to Mia, not a glance at Matthew. She grabbed her things, which someone had neatly set aside, and left the relaxation room as quickly as she could. The short bathrobe was left behind somewhere. Naked and with the cum already running down the inside of her thighs, she went into the locker room.

She didn’t shower.

She pulled her workout pants over her sticky thighs, felt the damp fabric immediately absorb the moisture, and threw on her shirt. No bra, no panties—she hadn’t put either on that morning anyway. The pants turned dark between her legs. A warm, wet trail continued to run down the inside of her right thigh and pooled in the back of her knee.

Lena left the gym without looking back.

Outside, on her way to the bus stop, she felt with every step how real semen was spreading through her pants and continuing to seep out. The shame burned more intensely than the phantom pain from the night before.