"A good workout and protein go together like your cock and my mouth"

"You know," You say back to James as you reach both hands behind you, sliding them down his shorts, "If I was out of the cardio range and into the muscle-burner area, like you say..." You gripping that hard, hot bump into your back with both hands, sliding them up the length of it, slipping it out the waist of his shorts, a good two inches sticking free and clear to the gym at large. "I think a bit of protein wouldn't be out of order." You grin, turning around and eyeing your handy work. You look up at him, biting you lip, and raise your eyebrows. "Shall we?" You grin, pointing at the door to the men's lockerroom.

"I'd hate to deprive a hard-working girl like you of her much-needed protein!" He grins back, leaving the head of his very hard cock on display as he follows you across the gym floor.

You slip into the men's lockerroom, peaking around the corner and finding it bare. You smile at James, stopping just inside the door to tug down the front of his shorts and free his cock, dragging him by that leash as you hurry to the next corner, peering around as you stroke him, looking for a good, secluded spot. By the group showers are absolutely perfect little personal showers, curtains and all.

The two of you scurry into one, and you immediately fall to your knees before him, you hand only now leaving his cock to tug his shorts to the floor. You smile up at James as your mouth closes around the head of his cock, drawing your hair over your ear with one hand and balancing on your knee with the other.

"How deep can you go?" He says down to you, conversational, complete un-hushed.

You grin up at him, swallowing, pushing against his cock, straitening your neck in that way your friends taught you all those years ago. Another push and he's deeper, inside your throat now. Another push, another inch. Another push and the stiff little hairs around the base of his cock tickle your lips, and another and you're pressing up against them, his cock shoved deep into your throat.

You slip off until just the head is sitting just inside your lips, pressing on again until you're kissing his hairs once more. Deep inside you, he bends down, gripping either side of your shirt, fingers slipping inside your sports bra. He tugs up, and you lift your arms, pulling off him with a wet sucking sound as your breasts bounce roughly free, your top pulled up over your head.

Without missing a beat, you slip back onto him, sliding all the way down his cock in once easy motion, your bare breasts rocking gently as you slip back off, then back on.

"And your shorts?" James asks, and you glance down, then back up, still rocking back and forth on his cock as you hook your thumbs into your shorts, slipping them down your thighs along with your panties, awkwardly stretching them down to your ankles, your mouth never leaving his stiff cock alone. As they tangle with your shoes, you slip the shoes off with the socks, then the shorts and panties, leaving you naked on the floor, your mouth obediently working on and off the length of his shaft.

You hold up the shorts and panties, slipping down deep onto his cock as he takes your clothes.

"And the shoes?" You grope behind you, your eyes on his eyes, your mouth on his cock, holding them up one by one, followed by the socks.

"A little faster..." His voice softens, and you can tell he's about to finish, so you speed up, neck starting to ache slightly as his cock slips in and out of you. Suddenly, he grabs your hair, drawing himself out until his head sits just inside your lips. In an instant, he bursts with a soft sigh, flooding your mouth, his sticky goo quickly coating your tongue.

"Don't swallow." He says, as un-hushed and calmly conversational as earlier, still shooting into your mouth, now uncomfortably full of his cum.

"That. Was. Awesome." He smiles down at you, gripping his cock and finally pulling it out. He teases out a last little dribble at the corner of your mouth with a smirk. You look up expectantly, naked, your mouth full to the brim.

"Now, wait here, I'll be right back." He says, tugging his shorts into place and turning, dragging open the curtain. "No swallowing!" He looks back at you, raising his eyebrows. You nod, and he tugs the curtains back closed, his footsteps disappearing off around the corner. You hear a locker, then footsteps fading, then the door, then silence.

No swallowing, you think to yourself.

You kneel there, listening expectantly for footsteps, uncomfortably conscious of your very full mouth.

No swallowing.