Where the local nerd has plans

The local gym was quite stereotypical as far as 'Local Gyms' went. Full of sweaty try-hards trying to impress each others (or girls, whichever), Instagram Models who had just figured out how to show off as much T and A as possible without being banned, and a whole slew of regular folks stuck in the middle.

All in all, a very nice place for a horny girl with a dick to be at. The women were cute, the men were hot, and nobody was too creepy (aside from the occasional weirdo who was never seen again after a quick 'talking to' by the staff).

Your own training routine was rather simple, focusing more on cardio than actual muscle gain, not to say that you were neglecting your own glutes, but simply that cardio was way more important to you than actually getting super buff.

Hence why your first stop, after checking in and storing your stuff in the locker room, was the treadmill. An essential part of every cardio training diet. Setting the treadmill at a leisurely pace, you started to fast walk your way towards another successful workout. Given the relatively low speed at which your workout started at, it wasn't hard for you to ogle the people around you, thought to your disappointment the gym was mostly empty today (probably to do with how early it was).

This meant that most people who had actual obligations weren't here, but it also meant that most of the people roaming the gym space were just like you. Without a proper schedule and with generally nothing better to do. That, unfortunately, included the sweaty nerd running besides you. Named Mark, you'd seen him quite a few times previously, thought not without any consistency despite going to the gym every other day.

As far as you were aware, the guy had a pretty bad reputation around town, not because he was a thug or anything, but because he was, well, a nerd. Not in the 'I play video games all day and do nothing else' type of way, but instead in the '2D Girls are forever because the power of God and Anime can't get me real bitches' kind of way. It was actually quite sad to think about, but none of your business.

Hence why, when Mark finally left to hit the locker room, you didn't think too much of it. Hey, one more empty spot for (hopefully) a hot babe to occupy, right?

Unfortunately, the next thing to fill your vision wasn't a hot babe, but instead a cock appearing atop your water bottle, almost as if the spout had been replaced by it. Taking a few moments to blink as your vision refocused, you quickly grabbed your water bottle, starting to deepthroat the cock as if it were the best tasting thing in the world. And, as far as you were currently aware, it was.

The act of sucking dick didn't exactly mesh well with using a treadmill, but you were doing quite well to keep going, your head bobbing up and down the cock with every step you took forward. Eventually, however, you felt the cock tense up inside of your throat, causing you to jump your feet to the side of the moving belt and jam the cock as far down your throat as possible, relishing as ropes of cum went straight to your stomach.

Slamming the 'Stop' button on the treadmill's dashboard, you shifted all of your focus on the cock currently in your mouth, your mind clouding over in a pleasant haze of horniness and submission. A strange, but not unpleasant, buzz starts to fill your mind as you make your way towards the men's locker room, unbothered by the strange course of action you were taking (it wasn't like anyone was doing anything to stop you anyways), throwing the door open and locking it behind you.

Blinking a bit as your mind tried to focus, taking in every minute details it could as you observed your new surroundings, you found yourself face to face with Mark, who looked incredibly nervous for some odd reason. Naked as the day he was born, you couldn't help but ogle him, taking in his average- hot- features as you went along. While not jacked by any sense of the means, Mark was still quite slim and easy on the eyes, especially-

Dropping to your knees and shuffling forward a bit so that you could thoroughly observe his cock- the very same you'd just sucked to completion you realized- you ignored his breathless gasp as you quickly stuffed the cock right back into your awaiting mouth. The black cock ring around his length completely ignored as he gripped the back of your head, preventing you from fully removing yourself from his throbbing cock.

"Ah! I didn't think that would work! But having you were sucking my cock... Jane, you really are a slut, aren't you!?" You could distantly hear Mark speak to you over all the sucking noises you were making, though you weren't paying quite enough attention to really ponder over his words. And anyways, you had much more pressing things to do at the moment, namely, sucking your way to another helping of cum.

It wasn't much longer before your efforts were rewarded, cum flowing down your throat once more as Mark held the back of your head (as if you weren't already planning on sucking everything down your gullet), before releasing you to gasp for air.

Grasping the black band stretched across his still throbbing cock, Mark muttered a few things into it, before your attention was once more drawn to that majestic cock sticking out of the floor before you, compelling you to worship it like the divine gift it was.

Distantly, as if listening through a layer of water, you could hear Mark mutter a few more things to himself as he dug around some sort of bag (by the sound of it anyways), not that you were paying attention to what he was doing. After all, the divine cock inside of your throat demanded your complete focus.

Blinking awake atop one of the many benches that lined the interior of the women's locker room, you found yourself quickly rummaging through your pants in search of your phone, a completely bewildered expression overtaking your features as the time 1:06pm flashed in front of your eyes.

Huh!? Had you really spent the last four hours working out? And without a single memory of it- not that you found that strange, weirdly enough. Wow, talk about 'entering the zone', right?

Well, since you were done with your workout for the day (probably for the week considering you'd gone way over your regular workout time), it was now time to complete the rest of your daily chores. Your Sir had generously given you a list of things to do with your time today, and with a little under half of the day already wasted, it was probably time to start completing those tasks...

Now, which to do first...