Victoria

Victoria stands under a spotlight. She is dressed in one of her yoga outfits. The stitched seams run up her thighs, curving strategically to emphasize the firm, heart shape of her ass. The waistband is low enough to show off the dimples of her lower back. Her sports bra has a dozen narrow straps crisscrossing her shoulder blades. She is covered in fine sweat. Her face looks focused.

She has a barbell held at chin level, arms extended straight ahead. Her wrists are chained to the bar with rigid leather cuffs. She is starting to shake with effort. I walk around her, ogling her from all sides. Her eyes dart to me, then back to the weights. {if victoria_birthday = true}

I hear the voice of her mother from the darkness. “Shaking already dear? I thought you’ve been going to that expensive gym of yours. I hope you aren’t wasting your money.”

Victoria lets out an exasperated whine.

I get closer and look at the beads of sweat building on her forearms. A droplet runs down her elbow and falls to the floor. Her fine facial features are on display. She has high cheekbones and smooth, flat cheeks that suck inward slightly. Her gorgeous eyes are large and dark with naturally full eyelashes and meticulously groomed black eyebrows. Her lips have both bold and delicate curves that come together in enticing ways. Tiny sweat droplets cling to her lips making me want to lick them. I feel my cock straining in my own workout shorts, so I pull them down and kick them away. Victoria’s eyes jump to my cock and get wide. The weights start to drop.

“Darling, how do you expect to ever get married if you don’t maintain yourself?”

Her eyebrows furrow. With a breathy grunt, she lifts her arms straight again. I watch drops of sweat running down her neck and collarbone, pooling between her pert breasts, darkening the sports bra. I step around behind her. I reach both of my hands around and close them on her breast. They are hot and damp. Barely a handful, but deliciously shaped. She makes a noise of protest, but can’t seem to open her mouth. All she can do is shake her head sharply, then stare at her weights again. I squeeze them gently. I press my body against hers. My shaft wedges between her thighs and ass cheeks.

She shakes a little, but keeps staring at the weights.

The spandex stretches inward as I angle my cock in the crevice of her ass and push forward.

“Mmmgggg!” She moans angrily.

Victoria's mother continues, “You are entering your forties now. You must really put some effort into attracting the right kind of man. I really don’t understand, what you are doing wrong?”

I feel out her camel toe with the head if my cock and touch a hot dampness there, too. I start pulling her onto me by her breasts. The resulting spandex protrusion rides up between her labia, working them apart bit by bit.

“Mmmgg...MMMM...MMHHHGG!” Her head thrashes side to side and she tries to pull away, but only manages to tip the weights to one side.

“Why couldn’t you keep that nice doctor you were dating two years ago? I really liked him. He was perfect for you... Mind your posture, dear.”

She rolls her eyes hard. Then she snorts and tightens her lips, willing the barbell straight again.

I pull her against me harder, driving the protrusion until it has run out of stretch.

She clenches her ass defensively.

I keep grinding my pelvis into her, my fuckstick as hard as it has ever been. Then I hear sound of spandex tearing... then I feel a wonderful, smooth, wet, and warm embrace around my cock.

As if it were the spandex itself keeping her mouth closed, she screams.

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Another spotlight illuminates a table full of men sit nearby, staring at her and whispering to each other. One snorts out, “Confused bitch.” Under his breath. The other men all laugh.

I step in behind her and lean into her ear to whisper. “Victoria, it appears you are in the wrong conference room.” And I nod to another table illuminated one hundred feet away. “They are waiting for the presentation over there. Here, let me help.” I pull the barbell to twist her in the right direction. I lean alongside her and point, as if pointing out a faint star to a child. "See it?"

She snarls her face, but doesn’t seem to be able to speak. Her weights wobble as sweat starts running down her body faster. It runs down her back, between her shoulder blades, following the cleft of her spine, eventually pooling at the swell of her ass cheeks, finally finding the path of least resistance and speeding into the darkness of her ass crack. An uneven wet streak is developing on her heart shaped ass.

I give her a hard smack on her ass. It thuds with toned muscle and a stiff juggle. “Go on. Being late is unprofessional.” The surprise of the spank causes her weights to dip suddenly. All the men titter.

She is **** with anger, but lifts the weight again and starts stepping toward the other table. On the second step, she discovers a strong resistance. She looks down in a panic. Another leather cuff hangs around her right ankle. A twenty-foot long chain trails behind her. Every five feet a monstrous dildo is attached. She moans in dismay. With effort, she leans and twists her body to drag the added weight. The vein covered, fleshy dicks jiggle and bounce erratically, making a half-dozen high pitched squeaks like rubber on glass. She stares at them in horror as they loll to rest. The men all burst into laughter, then struggle to control themselves.

Victoria’s face goes from flushed to purple with rage and embarrassment. I helpfully gesture with a flat, upward hand. “Keep your weights up,” I mouth silently. She is breathing like a mad bull through her nostrils. She turns sharply, sweaty hair slapping and sticking to her face.

Grunt. Heave. Squeaks. Laughter. Grunt. Heave. Squeaks. Laughter. Grunt. Heave. Squeaks, Laughter...

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