The Start of Something Beautiful

Some women are inherently nice. It could be a biological thing. They see a dog in suffering and they want to adopt it. They meet bad boys and naively fantasize about “fixing” wayward behavior with love. They see someone show vulnerability and immediately offer their compassion.

Despite the fact that Martina pulled your arm out of its socket, broke your neck, and intended to manipulate you behind your back, you believed she was a nice girl.. somewhere deep down. You didn’t think she could fake such a genuine smile.

She slotted your arm against the side of her boob and led you a short distance to the chest press machine. There was a seat and backrest here, perfect for relaxing. She sat you down, pushed aside the obstructions, and said, "You'll have to excuse my perfectionism, Michael. I absolutely won't let you have a forgettable first time."

You liked the sound of that.

With that said, she backed up and scrutinized the scene like a movie director. Her body was glistening with sweat from her earlier workout. She called out, "Frank."

"Ya boss?"

She rested her breasts on her left arm while rubbing her chin with her right hand, and said, "Get me a bottle of water. And some oil. The kind that's used for sex."

“Sure boss.”

You really liked the sound of that. It helped that anything Martina said was sexy with that seductive voice of hers. Is that a Hispanic thing or does she do it consciously? You decided to ask her about it later.

Upon approaching you once more, she bent over, wrapped her arms around your head, and asked, "Are you doing okay?"

The way those plump pendulums swayed, you were doing more than okay. “Yeah. Life is wonderful.” In this bent over position, your view of her pussy was obstructed by her tits, so you lifted one of them to the side. That was better.

She blushed and said, “There’s something about your body that.. just..” She slowly bit her lip and her eyelids lowered. You rolled her lifted breast in your palm with your fingers and appreciated the moment. There wasn’t much sag, but her flesh did spill between your fingers ever so slightly. You looked back up and saw that her gaze hadn’t left your eyes.

Footsteps approached and Jose said, “Ahem, Miss. Your items.” As much as you didn’t want to let go, you were excited to see what she had planned. The two of you broke eye contact and she stood up, relinquishing her chest from your grasp. She took the water bottle and drank the whole thing, after which she fanned her face and said, “Damn, I really needed that.”

With revitalized vigor, she came back to you and lifted herself up over your legs onto your lap. It wasn’t a precarious position for her, but you still wrapped your hands over her ass and pulled her in closer. She faced you with her head in the same position as last time, but now her whole body was against you. Her legs were spread far enough apart over your crotch that a more vulgar scent had started to overpower the odor of her sweat.

She leaned in and half-moaned, half-whispered, “Naughty boy. How are you going to take my clothes off if you can’t get your hands off my butt?”

At that moment, on top of the arousal, you felt a fair amount of confusion. She was basically naked. What clothes? Then you remembered that your rules had been interpreted to mean that she was still clothed, albeit in a slutty manner. Curiously, you brought your right hand off her ass and over to the armband. She looked at you with an imploring gaze, as if she couldn’t wait for you to finish.

You started rolling down her Nike armband. Jose and Frank fidgeted and gulped, as if she was dressed slutty before, but only now she was really starting to get naked. Anxiously, Martina blushed at her renewed realization that they had an audience.

A huge smile adorned your face as the armband dropped to the ground. It took all you could not to burst out in laughter when you saw the new bulges in the pants of the two guards. The sheer ridiculousness of the situation did not escape you. Martina seemed to think you were smiling for another reason. One of her hands moved from behind your neck to your face and caressed it. “That’s right, baby. You’re in good hands.”

You looked up from your fixation on her splendid boobies and she took the chance to lean down and kiss your cheek. Her lips and nose trailed over your skin. Before she reached your lips, you stopped her and asked, “Are you sure?” Even though you already practically already laid claim to her, you still wanted to offer her one last chance to back out. It felt like the right thing to do.

Martina leaned up to look into your eyes. Without knowing the full story, but perhaps sensing the seriousness of the moment in your eyes and tone, she answered with equal gravitas, “I’ll regret for my entire life if I stop now.”

Holy shit. You had no idea how you managed to make such a deep impression on her, but you weren’t about to complain.

She rapidly muttered, “I can’t hold back anymore.” and dived down for your lips. Her tongue invaded your mouth and you closed your eyes to return the kiss. Even with your eyes closed, bright colors splattered in every direction. Her lips were salty with sweat and her breath wasn’t exactly minty, but you didn’t care. All you wanted to do was bathe in the raw lust of the moment, as she was doing.

Her wet pussy rubbed back and forth along the crotch section of your khakis, leaving a slightly slimy trail, which you didn’t notice at all with how desperately she seemed to want to inhale your very being. She did not want to let up the kiss for even a single moment, electing to instead breathe rapidly through her nose, letting out little panting moans. You felt yourself swept up in her fervor, first stroking her waist, then fondling her tits, and then spreading her ass as wide as you could. Instinctively, you thrust your hips up against her slit as it was passing by.

With that last move, Martina’s hips bounced up. She squealed as she pulled out of the kiss and let out a few more exuberant screams. Your hand placement provided you with a first-hand account of the twitches and tremors overtaking her body in multi-orgasmic delight. Could there be a more beautiful sight than a woman in ecstasy due to you?

You almost came on the spot, but thankfully your cock was still constrained. If it had direct contact with her body, you probably would have orgasmed too. Her features slackened as her hips dropped back onto your lap. Your pants were wet with a flood of her juices. She looked very satisfied. Off to the side, Frank and Jose were uncomfortably shuffling and had at some point stopped watching.

Martina started, “That was great..” but upon noticing your still furious bulge, she said, “Shit. Michael.” She got off your lap, turned around, and performed a short striptease of pulling off the thigh band that had her phone in it. In doing so, she intentionally gave you a clear view of her drenched vagina and inner thighs. You loved it. She grabbed the bottle of oil and made a quick show of smearing it over her breasts, ass, and midriff. Her crotch was wet enough even without the oil.

She asked while dropping to her knees, “What do you think of my body..?” Her tone carried hints of apology and pride. You had seen her body this whole time, but the fact that she was only really naked now kept throwing you off. “It’s lovely.” you replied. She pulled your pants and briefs down with a smile.

You sensed that it was not in her ‘perfectionist’ plans to get so absorbed in the kiss that she came on her own. This princess liked to be in control, but she lost herself to lust without even seeing your penis. You had your powers to thank for that. Briefly, you wondered if she liked your personality too. Holding off on the temptation to find out right away, you decided it would be more interesting to figure it out for yourself. In any case, she would have to find you likable now.. she couldn’t have anyone else.

The stench of precum was thick when your prick found open air. She grasped it. The oil made her hardened palms more tolerable. It reminded you that this princess had not lived an easy life. You would help her out with that soon enough.

Her mouth opened and engulfed the head of your dick. She looked up at you and swirled her tongue around to watch your reactions for what you liked, making it clear she was an expert cocksucker. You brought your hand down to the side of her head and traced her smooth raven hair as her head bobbed up and down. The earlier stimulation was too much. You weren’t going to last long.

A minute later, you felt it coming, and she did too. Eyes twinkling with excitement, her pace sped up and she gave you a nearly imperceptible nod that you almost missed. That was permission. You shoved her head down, hard, all the way to the base. In the depths of her throat, you ejaculated violently. Even though it was a short blowjob due to extraneous circumstances, Martina made good on her word to make it unforgettable.

You sighed heavily in relief after releasing that thick load and slumped over onto the backrest. “That was great, Martina. I loved it.”

Indeed, so many slutty sights and you only came twice today. It wouldn’t make sense to let your frustrations simmer too much in the future. The world itself is dependent on your mental health! Martina pulled back and coughed lightly in a practiced manner to clear her throat of your splooge. With a red face, her fingers wandered to her clit, whereupon they hit a barrier.

She looked down and tried again. No dice. There was something invisible encasing her crotch and preventing entry. You noticed what Martina was trying to do. As inconspicuously as possible, you asked, “What are you trying to do?”

Unfortunately, your communication skills were terrible and delight was written all over your face. She immediately became suspicious and growled, “You did this? What the hell is this? What did you do?!”