Great Workout

I had missed my morning workout, and I also wanted to check out a new gym that had just opened downtown. To kill three birds with one stone, I invited Mila to join me. She agreed enthusiastically, of course. She certainly wasn’t going to miss any chance to spend time with me.

I pulled up to the gym in my black Corvette, parking in the VIP spot that I had ensured was ready for me. The gym was located on a crowded city block, and there were plenty of people passing in and out of the front door. Mila was standing by the door waiting for me, in the same workout bra and booty shorts that she had worn at the park. One thing that was not the same was her hair; previously, it had been a dyed blonde, but now it was what seemed to be its natural dark brown. A fairly innocuous change, but one that presented me with an opportunity to have some fun.

Mila walked over to me, as I carefully avoided catching her eye. When she was right in front of me, she said seductively, “Heeeey, Leo!” My gaze finally fell on her, and she blushed heavily, likely remembering her flashing the other night.

I looked at her confusedly. “Sorry, do I know you?”

Her expression went from shock to panic in an instant. “It’s me! Mila!” She responded desperately.

“Mila. Hmm, I’m not sure I know anyone by that name.” My act was extremely convincing, and she was panicking more and more by the second.

“We went out to dinner the other night!”

I shook my head. “I go out to dinner with a lot of girls. You’re not ringing any bells, sorry.”

“I…” She stammered. “I flashed my tits at you!”

I chuckled. “Again, happens a lot.”

Mila was almost hysterical at this point. “I gave you my number in the park, remember?!!”

“Hmm. I do seem to remember getting some slut’s number at the park the other day, but I’m fairly sure she was blonde.”

“It was dyed, Leo! Please, remember me!”

The whole thing was really quite amusing. “Hold on, let me check my contacts, compare the profile pictures to see if it was really you.”

Pulling out my phone, I pulled up her contact and magnified the profile picture, which of course was a photo of her bare cunt and puckered asshole. I showed her my phone screen. “Well, I guess I’ll have to compare, to make sure you’re the same person.”

She looked around uncomfortably. “Can we go somewhere more… private?”

I could understand her ****, to some extent. At the park, we had been in a fairly secluded area, and at the restaurant when she flashed me her tits, she had been hammered. Here, though, we were on a crowded city street. And we had gathered quite a few spectators; I had, of course, attracted quite a bit of attention with my car and my appearance, with some people recognizing me, I was sure. And Mila’s **** scene had only caused more people to watch us curiously. In addition to the public spectacle that she would make of herself, she had likely thought she was beyond this kind of thing once she had cemented my interest in her. Well, I was going to disabuse her of that particular notion.

“Really? If you’re just going to waste my time, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Despite all of the reasons for her ****, I was never in any doubt that she would obey. Slowly, embarrassedly, she turned around and bent over, pulling down her shorts. She had to wiggle her hips to get them over her fat ass, until finally they came down her legs to rest at her ankles. She wasn’t wearing panties. Instead, I was presented, along with several dozen spectators, with the beautiful sight of her naked, dripping wet pussy and rosy asshole. What a wonderful situation.

I held my phone out in front of me, squinting and comparing the picture with the real thing. “Spread those cheeks a bit for me, would you, slut?” She did so obediently. Some people were taking photos. It was rather memorable, even despite the fact that bare cunts were no longer an uncommon sight on the streets of Segia.

“Ah, there it is. Now I remember. Sorry about that, Mila. Now then, what were we here for? Oh right, the workout date. Well then, let’s get to it.” I gave her ass a very hard SLAP! She squealed and tripped over her shorts, still around her ankles. I walked right past her to the door. Looking back, I took in the sight of the bitch, naked from the waist down, mortified and yet horny to the point of orgasm, sprawled out on the pavement surrounded by dozens of people taking pictures of her dripping wet cunt.

“Coming, whore?”

Mila managed to pull herself together fairly quickly, getting her shorts back over her fat ass and coming inside. She was likely motivated by the sight of me tapping my foot impatiently through the glass door. Once she got inside, she quickly averted her gaze from the receptionist being fucked over her desk by a burly gym bro. Idly, I remembered that she herself was a receptionist. Hmm. I would have to have someone contact her workplace, get them to make her off limits. Not something that was done in Segia, not for working women, but I was sure her law firm would make an exception, with the proper motivation. No one touched my sluts but me.

Mila said, “I’ll see you in the training studio!” Then she walked into the women’s locker room. I laughed, following her into the locker room.

I entered to find Mila frozen in place at the sight before her. Unsurprisingly, I wasn’t the only guy to have had the idea to go into the women’s locker room. More than half the sluts in the place were being fucked, or sucking a cock with vigor, or engaging in some other sexual endeavor. After all, with a bunch of beautiful, fit whores in various states of undress, or barely-there workout clothes at best, what guy could resist?

Mila received her second shock when I grabbed a nice handful of her ass from behind, leaning into her. “Enjoying the show?” I whispered into her ear.

Starting, she stammered, “I…uh…I wasn’t expecting…”

I laughed somewhat mockingly. “Get used to it. This is the world you live in now, slut.” Indeed, I would have to get her over her prudish tendencies. “Well? Going to get ready?” I asked, still squeezing her ass.

After she was ready, she carefully threaded her way through the mass of bitches getting fucked to the workout room. I followed, groping a few whores on the way. They called after me, but I ignored them. None were really hot enough to attract my attention. Heh, and I was on a date.

The workout room featured less fucking than the locker room, though that was not to say there was none at all. It was not uncommon to see a man getting blown while bench pressing, or a slut doing squats on a dick. Mila seemed to have moved past her initial reaction, and was able to ignore it. I was a bit confused; didn’t she see this sort of thing all the time? Regardless, I introduced her to a few beginner workouts.

After walking her through a few sets of some beginner exercises, I left her to do some jumping jacks while I completed a set of pull ups, with a custom 400 pound weighted vest. A few reps in, however, I noticed a blonde slut with a glorious ass doing some squats. I had to fuck her, I decided. Aside from the joy of tapping that ass, it was always fun to play around with Mila. After a few seconds of watching the blonde slut, I noticed her glancing longingly in my direction. I caught her eye, giving her a nod.

Abandoning her workout, she rushed over as I got down from the pull-up bar and took off my vest. Her front view was not quite as appealing as the one from the back, but still quite nice to look at. A pretty face, flat, toned stomach, fairly large and perky tits showed off in a skimpy sports bra, and a micro thong digging into pussy lips.

In a preppy, enthusiastic voice, she said, “Hi, sir! I’m–”

I held up a hand, cutting her off. “I don’t care. I’m just here for your cunt. Now follow me.”

I made my way over to where Mila was still doing jumping jacks obliviously. The blonde slut eagerly followed. Taking a position right in front of Mila, I pushed the slut to her knees, whipped out my hard cock, and stuck it right down her throat in no time flat. Then I began vigorously fucking her face, driving her to an immediate orgasm.

Mila couldn’t help but notice. She stopped her jumping jacks in shock, stammering out, “Leo– what…”

“Shouldn’t you be working out? I don’t like fat bitches, you know.” The sound of our conversation was punctuated by the ever-constant sputtering and gulping of the bitch I was facefucking.

Not knowing what else to do, Mila resumed her jumping jacks. All the while she looked close to tears. It made the bounce of her tits even more satisfying. Seeming to muster up some courage, she said, “I could–”

I stopped her. “Right here? Right now? Because that’s what I require at the moment.” She shut up and kept exercising. It wouldn’t be long before she was more than eager to be fucked at any place at any time, I was sure. We still had a ways to go, though.

Once I deemed my cock sufficiently lubricated, I picked my bitch up and spun her around, before slamming my massive cock right into her puckered asshole, tearing right through her flimsy thong.

“ooOOOOOOHHHHHH FUUUUUUCK!”

My pace was immediately brutal and vigorous, filling the gym with the sound of the blonde slut’s massive, clapping ass. And her screaming.

“GOOOOOOODDDDDD! FUUUUUUCCCKKKK! FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR SLUT!”

Mila was transfixed, despite her mortification, she couldn’t look away. The tears now streaming down her face mirrored the tears of ruined mascara running down the face of the whore getting fucked. And the wet spot visible on Mila’s cunt.

“FUCK MY ASS! OH GOD! FUCK ME, MR. SEGESTE!”

Of course she knew who I was. It was rather amusing that she managed to call me “Mr. Segeste” even in the midst of the most mind blowing experience of her life. I almost thought about keeping her.

No. The sex was good, but not quite at the level of what it was like with my bitches. Or what I was sure it would be like with Mila. And she wasn’t as sexy as Mila, despite the fact of her slightly bigger ass. And her cries of “POUND THIS WHORE, SIR!!!”

I was quite sure Mila would never think that I had just compared the slut to her, and found the slut lacking. I wasn’t sure she could think coherently of anything but her jumping jacks, overwhelmed as she was by shame and horniness. Without even realizing it, she had synced her jumps with the rhythm of our fucking.

Well, she looked like she was getting pretty tired. And the blonde bitch was about ready to pass out. So I blasted my load in her ass, then dropped her to the floor and sprayed her prone form with the rest, leaving not a drop for Mila. I don't think she noticed; she was too busy staring in shock at the sheer amount of cum my dick had shot out. This had really been a day of shocks for her.

“Your form could use some work.”

“What?” She looked at me with utter confusion.

“Your form, with your jumping jacks.” She really was bad at exercising. “Let me help you.”

She was positively giddy, I noticed, when I ‘accidentally’ popped a tit out of her bra.