Try out the gym

Though my intention was to get a massage, I ended up getting a date instead, which made me excited and energized so I decided to head right to the gym. I left the room and stepped back out into the hallway, getting ready to make my way along the corridors to where the gym was located. I was, however, stopped dead in my tracks by the sight of yet another of this island’s beauties.

Exiting from an adjacent room was a petite Ame-clone with short, spiked hair and a well-toned muscled body with the smallest breasts I had seen on an Ame-clone so far, though they still sat proudly at a C-cup, I guessed. But right after the Ame came another new but iconic character to the DOA franchise. Her long, jet-black hair, sparkling lavender eyes, and distinctive beauty-mark to the left of her chin made it clear that this was Nyotengu.

She practically floated out of the room with a satisfied smile on her face. “That was wonderful. You have the hands of a tengu.” Her voice was haughty but nonetheless a gorgeous timbre. She was wearing a sporty black one-piece swimsuit that hugged her neck with a collar but exposed her upper back. A diamond-shaped hole was cut at the bust, giving a rather pleasant view of her cleavage through the window.

“Thanks, hon.” The clone replied, the name stitched on her apron revealed that she was called Amekana. “Come back anytime.” She winked up at Nyotengu, who stood slightly taller than her, then retreated back into the room after throwing me a not-so-subtle wink as well.

“Hello.” I said, announcing my presence to the wingless tengu woman.

“Oh, I hadn’t noticed you there.” Nyotengu’s response was more than a little icy, but I didn’t let it bother me, I knew who I was dealing with.

“My name is Andrew Fink, I am the island’s new owner, it is an honor to meet you.” I gave her a bow and a smile. “To what do I owe the honor of your presence on my humble island?”

The slightest hint of a smile twitched on the corner of Nyotengu’s lips. “I needed a vacation, simple as that.” She replied, still icy but slightly less so now that I had treated her with respect and awe. “I’m glad that you agree that it is the highest honor to receive a tengu on this shabby little island, especially one such as me. I presume you know my name then?” The tone of this question implied that she was expecting me not to know and was looking forward to seeing me fumble over my words. She was playing a game with me, and I intended to win.

“Nyotengu, one of the most powerful of the clan.” I replied with a smile.

Her eyes widened slightly; she definitely wasn’t expecting that. “That is correct.”

“I hope I can give you the best possible experience on this island, and if you ever need anything from me I will be more than happy to assist you. Just find one of my staff members and have them send for me.”

She raised her eyebrows. “I may do just that. Good day.” Without another word, she held her chin high and began to gracefully glide down the hall toward the lobby. As she walked away, I couldn’t help but watch her perfect cheeks wobble pleasantly with each step. I couldn’t wait to have my way with that glorious body of hers, hopefully sometime soon.

I had an erection again, but didn’t feel any shame. Everyone would enjoy the sight of it, why not let them get their fill of eye-candy? I strode down the corridor, following the signs that led to the gym. I was interested to know who would be inside, and if they would still be there now that I had spent some time testing my magic hands.

It didn’t take long to arrive. I was back in the sleek, modern-looking part of the spa, and the gym was behind a large wall of glass windows that revealed all of its exercise equipment to the lobby, which was adjacent. There was only one person there, jogging at one of the treadmills. I could tell who it was thanks to a distinctive hairstyle, naturally black with highlights of bright, blood red.

I stepped into the gym and made my way to the treadmills. They were facing the wall, which consisted of a single massive mirror, so as I got closer I could see her even more clearly in her reflection. If the hair wasn’t enough, her lightly freckled olive skin, brown eyes, and athletic muscled body made it clear this was Mila. Her outfit was simple enough, a basic sports bra that did a commendable job of containing her sizeable breasts which still bounced significantly with each footfall, and a pair of dark grey fitness shorts that hugged her round tushy pleasantly.

When I arrived, I realized far too late that I wasn’t really dressed for the occasion. I was wearing nothing but my maroon speedo as I approached her.

Mila slowed her pace on the treadmill as soon as I got there and she saw my reflection, and turned it off to dismount.

“Whew,” she wiped her forehead with her arm, “that’s a nice treadmill, I need to get one in my apartment.” She turned around to face me. “Hi!” She grinned and held out her hand.

I took it, giving it a hearty shake and marveling at the strength of her grip. “Hello, I’m Andrew Fink, my friends call me Ander.”

“You’re the new owner, yeah?” She asked, lifting a water that she had grasped in her other hand to her mouth and taking a long swig.

“That’s me.” I smiled.

She gestured to my current state of dress. “Is that what you plan to wear around here?” Her tone was playful but her face was hard to read.

I laughed. “Can you blame me for wanting to show off a little?”

“That’s fair.” She smiled. “You’ve got a pretty nice bod, I’ll admit.” She nodded, and I noted with interest that she was spending quite a lot of time letting her gaze linger on my crotch, which was at half-mast, tenting my speedo. I wondered if this was what it was like to be a girl and have guys stare at your tits all the time. I certainly didn’t mind it.

“Not looking too shabby yourself, there.” I returned the compliment, nodding appreciatively. “I can tell you’ve put a lot of hard work in.”

“That’s for damn sure.” Mila replied, finally looking me in the eyes again. “Say, I need to do some benching. I was going to call one of the attendants to spot me, but since you’re here…”

“I’d be happy to.” I smiled and followed her over to one of the benches. It looked like I wasn’t going to be doing any working out today, but that was never really my goal to begin with so what was the harm?

I stood behind her as she did her benching routine, I was impressed by the amount of weight she was capable of lifting with relative ease. I was also enjoying the sight of her breasts wobbling delightfully with each movement she made, and I was spending much more time paying attention to them than to her lifting.

I wasn’t the only one, though, the bench was low to the ground, which meant that with me standing right behind her head, my erect cock was sticking out right in front of her face. A few cautious glances told me she was staring right at it as she did her reps. I wasn’t sure that I was ever going to get tired of seeing these gorgeous women staring hungrily at my dick.

There was a soft clang of metal on metal as Mila lifted the bar back up to the rack and rested it there.

I looked down at her. “You finished?”

She shook her head. “Not yet, just taking a breather before I start the next round.” Her chest continued to rise and fall with her slightly winded breaths, her tits moving along with them. “You keep staring.” She said, below me.

I grinned. “So do you.” I pointed out.

She shrugged. “True, but it’s hard not to. It’s pretty big, and right in front of my face.”

I decided to be a bit gutsy, Mila had never struck me as being much of a prude. “Do ya like it?”

She hesitated, then replied quietly. “Yeah.”

Slowly, almost teasingly, I hooked my thumbs around the hip straps of my speedo and began to pull downward. She made no objection, but swallowed hard. At last I felt my full length slip free of the swimwear, bouncing out in front of her face as it did.

There was silence as she stared at my bare shaft in front of her face. I could feel her breath against the skin as she panted. She didn’t react, but I could almost feel the conflicting emotions in her.

“If you’d like,” I began, shrugging slightly, “you can touch it.”

And just like that, the tension became even greater. The conflicting emotions in her getting even more potent. I could practically see the battle waging in her head, on the one hand, she knew this was inappropriate and just a bit creepy, but on the other hand, she really wanted to touch it. It was doubtful that she had never seen a penis before, but this was likely the first time she felt this way about one.

She cleared her throat, probably to break the silence, and I just waited patiently. Then, after a few more seconds her hand raised up and she let her fingers brush along the bottom of my shaft. Her fingers were slightly calloused, but the shiver of pleasure that ran through my spine was undeniable.

She let out a breath and smiled slightly as she continued to rub her fingers gingerly up and down the length of my girthy rod.

“That feels nice.” I said.

“I gotta admit, it’s kind of fun.” Mila replied. “I don’t know why, though. It’s strange.”

“Well don’t hold back, enjoy yourself to your heart’s content. I don’t mind.”

“I’m sure you don’t.” Mila snorted. But slowly she pressed the palm of her hand on the length as well, stroking the engorged member from below. Not long after that, she finally took the plunge and wrapped her whole hand around the shaft, pumping along my cock. All the while she was biting her lip and smiling slightly.

I focused on her breasts again, which wobbled lightly from the motion of her arm. I barely noticed her free hand hover under her bust and pull the sports bra up to let her bare breasts pop out.

“It’s only fair.” She explained.

“Does that mean I can touch?”

This time her face become obviously uncomfortable, betraying that it might be going too far.

I didn’t allow her to respond. “Nevermind, looking is good enough for me.” I said, waving a hand to dismiss the thought. Being able to see her hefty breasts, topped with dark red nipples, was definitely good enough. I wasn’t going to complain, especially with her jacking me off so enthusiastically.

“Does it feel good?” She asked, and I sensed that the question was more out of curiosity than anything else.

“It feels great, Mila.” I replied. “I’m glad I offered.” I chuckled.

“Good, I wasn’t sure it would feel that nice. I’ve never done anything like this before.” She said, smiling a bit again. She brought both hands up to my shaft and used both to pump it eagerly. She was gaining confidence, and clearly embracing the good feeling she was having by this point thanks to making my cock fun to handle.

Speaking of good feelings, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, not with both of her hands busy at work and her movements becoming quicker and more eager. I tilted my head back, focusing on the pleasure that was running up and down my lengthy shaft and right up my spine.

“I’m getting close.” I said, almost with a grunt.

Mila responded by briefly looking down at her outfit. I knew what she was thinking, she was worried about getting it on her clothes. Then, seemingly having made a decision, she angled my cock downward slightly, tilted her head back, and opened her mouth.

Just then, I started to ejaculate, a thick stream of white spunk launching itself from my tip and directly into Mila’s mouth. Her eyes widened a bit when some of the stuff made contact with her tongue, and suddenly she was much more into it. She actually wrapped her lips around my tip, sending a delightful shiver up my spine, and began to suck out my cream.

“Gulp… gulp… glug…” I saw her neck bulge in a rhythmic motion as she swallowed my load. Her eyes half closed as she did. The sight was very erotic, and I couldn’t help but groan a bit as I felt her desperately try to milk me. In spite of my orgasm, her hand was still pumping up and down along my shaft, trying to urge as much of my sperm out as she could.

“Pwaah!” She sighed as her lips popped off my tip once I was spent. “Damn, dude. I thought that stuff was supposed to taste bad.”

I shrugged modestly. The truth of the matter being that I had Ame make my sperm delicious back when I was designing my new body. “I wouldn’t mind giving you more if you like it that much.”

Mila smiled a bit, but sat up on the bench and pulled down her bra to cover herself again. She was blushing pretty deeply. “Maybe next time.” She said, smiling at me. “I have to go.”

“Hey, no problem. Just let one of the staff know when you’d like to see me again.”

“Sure.” She stood up and seemed to think carefully about something. “Hey, me and some of the other girls are having a party at Tranquil Beach around sunset. Why don’t you swing by? That is, if you’re interested in seeing a bunch of girls partying in bikinis.” Mila shrugged.

“Sounds like my kind of party.” I grinned. “I’ll see you then.”

Mila smiled and made her way to the locker rooms.