Back in the gym

“... and then they dropped me off. I came back to pick up my car and thought I’d popped in for a quick session.” you said, retelling last night’s events.

“Wow… that’s some story!” Jaimie said, laying on her back next to you. She was completely nude as she lifted her leg up, revealing a glistening wet cunt before her partner pushed in. Her partner slowly sank his dick into her slit, spreading her opening with the pressure of his phallus. It eased in with little resistance and she exhaled softly, stabilizing herself while he arched his back up, into an upward dog pose with his bone buried in her pussy. After taking a moment to absorb the man’s manhood, Jaimie exhaled softly. “So, will Priya be coming to this gym?” she asked casually as she held her pose and let the man plunge his dick in and out of her sex.

As you were part of the same yoga class, you performed the same pose with your own yoga partner, a suburban housewife who was getting in her morning workout. You could feel her shiver and squirm under you as she concentrated on her stretches instead of your conversation with Jaimie. You tightened your butt muscles and stretched your abdominals and continued your conversation with the college athlete. “Yeah, she’s all signed up and paid for. How about Diya? Did you convince her to join?”

“Well…” Jaimie replied, noncommittal. “Diya has never been much for physical activity, but I’m sure if I could convince her to come out here, she’d get into it.”

“I’ll bet!” you chuckled.

“Excuse me!” called out the yoga instructor, a fit young blonde with a tight body posed the same way as Jaimie’s. She stared the two of you down. “You mind keeping it down, I’m trying to teach a class.”

“Sorry…” you apologized sheepishly, even though this class was your idea to begin with. You had to remind yourself that you were not above reproach in all things, just sexual things.

With your conversation quieted, the instructor had everyone change positions. This time, she had everyone stand up. Your soccer mom was posed with her legs spread wide apart and ass in the air. Her arms were planted to the ground with elbows bent at 90 degrees. Her holes naturally spread open for you and you stepped in to slide your dick in. You casually pumped your dick in and out as you leaned over to ask Jaimie, in a lower tone, “So who do you think made this contract with me?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, looking up at you from between her legs.

“I mean, how does this contract actually work? Who’s behind it? What are they getting out of it?” you wondered to your friend in a half whisper.

“I don’t know. It’s just a contract,” she shrugged.

“Well, it’s not everyday that you get a contract for free, open access to all your sexual desires…” you pointed out.

Jaimie thought about it for a moment then shrugged it off again like it was no big deal. “You still have to pay for membership, don’t you?”

The effects of the contract meant that no one would be phased by even the idea sexual content. You ran into that quirk while discussing it with Susanna and her coworkers. To them it’s perfectly normal. “Alright… hypothetically, let’s say you were offered a chance to do whatever you wanted with no strings attached… wouldn’t you wonder what the deal really was?”

“AHEM!” interrupted the instructor, looking as menacing as one could, upside down between one’s own legs while taking it from behind.

You got a nudge from Jaimie’s partner. “You want to switch, bud?”

“Sure,” you said, then pulled out of the housewife. It should have occurred to you earlier that you could just switch partners. Earlier, you were already in mid-session when you saw Jaimie poke her head in and invited her to join. She had just grabbed a partner from the weight room.

After the swap, you were instructed into a new position. Jaime was on her back again, this time, hips wide, knees bent and holding her ankles. You lay on top of her with your dick in her pussy, which always felt good. After holding this position for a bit, you asked, “So…?”

“Hmm?” she responded with a smile, already having forgotten your question.

“Wouldn’t you want to know why you were being offered such a deal?”

“Me? Heck, no!” she scoffed. “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, right?” Then, she thought for a second. “What does that even mean?” She gasped as if coming to a revelation. Then, you realized she was just gasping from your thrusts into her body. You kept going as you pondered whether the source of the contract was really worth looking into. Jaimie gasped again. “What if there’s something stuffed in the horse’s mouth? What’s in the horse’s mouth? Actually, you know what I’d check on the horse first?” She gave you a wry grin and then did a quick peek between her legs. “What do you think the protocol is for checking out horse cock?”

“I think we’ve strayed off topic…” you replied, maintaining your thrust tempo.

“I couldn’t help it, you got me thinking about horse cock for some reason,” Jaimie teased as she ground her hip against yours.

You sighed. “Obviously you’re distracted by something. Maybe we should take care of that first and then go back to our talk.”

You picked the petite gymnast up and walked her across the room. She responded by wrapping her legs around your waist and clasping her arms around your neck. You took her up to the front of the room, where the yoga instructor and her partner were mid-pose. As this was a sexual interruption, they paid you no mind.

At the front of the room was a full length wall mirror that reflected the entire room. You placed Jaimie down and turned her around so she could watch herself in front of the whole class while she got fucked from behind. Lifting her right leg up, you rested it on your shoulder as you stuck your cock back in her wet pussy. It was an impressive sight, considering she was basically doing standing splits for you, showing off her incredible flexibility!

You began to pump into her with vigor. Your bodies slapped audibly as juices began to flow. Jaimie moaned heavily, enough to frost the mirror with her breath. Jaimie’s cries and your moans were well above the noise levels of your private discussion, but the yoga instructor kept going as if you weren’t even there.

You ran your hands up and down Jaimie’s lithe body, leaning in to kiss and lick her soft curves. She groaned and pressed her body up against the mirrored wall as you slammed into her pussy. She panted and pushed back, eagerly slapping her hips into your waist with each thrust. The yoga class continued behind you, but you could make out small gasps and groans from the members as their poses became more animated.

You continued to ream the young athlete. She planted both feet on the floor and picked herself up by the tip of her toes to get her ass up higher as you leaned in and really stuffed it in her. She was kissing and licking the mirror as if making out with her twin while taking in your full length from behind. When you felt that petite gymnast was on the edge, you pulled out and laid down, facing up. You beckoned her to join you and she climbed on top to finish herself off.

By this point, the rest of the class was taking their cues from you and Jaimie. The men laid back and the ladies climbed on top, straddling their partners the way that Jaimie was doing to you. Jaimie held herself up with her feet and lowered herself onto your pole. She went up and down, carrying herself with just her legs, showing great leg and core strength. She could dip all the way down and pick herself up again without touching any other part of you. She did this for a while, until she was brimming over the edge. Then, she dropped to her knees and really sank into you. You groaned at the weight of the slender young woman enveloping your stiff rod. She clenched it tight and bounced up and down. You bit your lower lip, trying to hold on until she came. It took all your concentration, turning your entire body into a stiff board, but you managed to last.

Jaimie let out a satisfied groan that shook her body and, in turn, yours. The waves of pleasure passed through to you and you released inside her. She felt the spurts and shivered some more. You both held each other until your climaxes subsided.

Back to reality, you looked around at your surroundings. The rest of the class had broken up into a group sex session with none of the participants focused on holding poses. Bodies were bumping, grinding and writhing against one another and the room temperature picked up by a degree or two.

You helped Jaimie up and left the others to their exercise. Outside the yoga class, you both felt a chill of cool air brush your naked bodies. Shivering for a moment, you wrapped your workout towels around your shoulders and headed for the showers. In there, you and Jaimie mutually cleaned yourselves and you returned to your original conversation.

“So, you don’t think I should look into my contract any deeper?” you asked.

“What? And find out you owe more than you thought?” Jaimie replied as she soaped up your front and cock. “What good do you expect from finding out anyways?”

“Well, I’d like to know how far this contract reaches for one thing,” you told her. “I was able to solve Priya’s problem by going to the gym at your school. I think the contract applies to all subsidiaries of the main company or something like that. But who runs the company? Do I have power over everyone associated with any of those companies?”

Jaimie shrugged. “I guess it would be useful to know where you can use your powers,” she conceded as she rubbed you down.

“And another thing, what is the basis of my powers? Is it hypnosis? Magic?” you continued. “For example, we just had sex, yet I can say to myself, ‘you’re ready to go again!’ and…” you looked down as Jaimie was washing your cock. It grew to full staff in her hand. “How does that work?”

Jaimie shrugged again. “Magic?” She stroked you.”Scientific nanobots? What difference does it make?”

“Well, it’d be nice to know what the limits are,” you said. “I could fundamentally change a person’s thinking just like I did with Priya!” You turned to the next stall to find an attractive dark brunette stepping in. She looked to be in her early twenties, porcelain skin, hazel eyes. You said to her, “Hello!”

“Hi!” she smiled.

“I’m John, what’s your name?”

“Brenda! Nice to meet you.”

“Brenda, if I may, are you into guys?”

Brenda grinned and nodded, “Yeah, I am.”

“How about girls?”

She shied away and shook her head, “Not really…”

“Ok, you’re only into girls now.”

“Ok.”

“But you can suck my dick.”

“Alright.”

Brenda dropped her towel and went down on her knees. She took your cock into her mouth and began sucking and licking it. You turned to Jaimie and waved your arms around to show her the absurdity of it all.

“You see?” you asked your yoga partner.

Brenda was eyeing Jaimie’s naked, wet body as she bobbed her head on your stiff cock.

Jaimie glanced from Brenda’s lustful gaze to you, then shrugged. “Seems normal to me.”

You sighed. Of course it would seem normal to her, she was being influenced by your contract.

“Ok, Brenda, you can stop,” you instructed. “And you can be into whatever you want to be into.”

“Alright,” Brenda replied, getting to her feet and picking up her towel. She gave Jaimie another longing gaze before leaving the stall.

You and Jaimie exited into the change room to dry off.

“So, you’re saying I should just be happy with what I have and enjoy it for what it is?” you asked Jaimie, patting her dry with your towel.

“I dunno. I guess if you wanted to test the limits of your powers, you could always do it here. What’s corporate headquarters going to tell you? If they wanted you to know, they would have put it in the contract, right?” Jaimie reasoned.

You thought about it for a minute. Testing your abilities in the gym could be more fun than sitting around in a stodgy business office. Then again, if your contract applies to those inside the office as well, there could be a whole other opportunity you could be tapping.