Vi’s renewed vigour

Vi glances at her reflection in the rear view mirror from the front seat of her car, she pouts her lips to the side as she reaches up and squeezes her breasts together. She reaches between her cleavage and hooks a finger into the sports bra. Pulling the outfit down a bit to show off her cleavage just a little more than usual. Granted, Vi cannot hide her cleavage on a good day, most of her outfits sit tightly around the bust, much to the joy of a certain boyfriend. Vi inhales deeply, steeling herself as her reflection stares back at her.

“Why am I nervous? He’s literally already fucked me.” She muses to herself.

You’re not good enough. He doesn’t want you.

Vi grimaces. “That’s stupid.” She says aloud. “Doesn't’ even make sense.”

Despite her doubts, Vi knows that Brandon finds her attractive. It’s undeniable that he was eye fucking her up until they actually fucked. Vi knows that Brandon wants more of her, he just hasn’t approached her.

“It’s fine. I got this.” Vi steps out of the car, slinging her bag over her shoulder, the gravel beneath her shoes crackle as she approaches the gym. “I’m hot as fuck. Erik wants this.”

“Shit.” Her inner voice states. “I want this.”

——

“Hey Coach! It’s sooo good to be back!”

Brandon cocks an eyebrow at the unusually chipper raven haired girl in-front of him. “You act like I didn’t see you last week. Did the workout mush up your brain?”

Vi rolls her eyes. “Rude! Is it so bad that I’m glad to see you!” Vi smirks. “I mean. There’s a lot of you to see.” Vi approaches him — putting a hand on his chest — she flutters her eyelids she caresses the muscle through the muscle tee. “Have you put on more mass? I swear you’ve gotten bigger… And harder.”

The innuendo is clumsy and ham fisted, but Brandon enjoys the praise, the neurons firing in his brain as he subconsciously puffs his chest out just a bit more, his shoulders tensing as he stands just a bit taller. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen this side of you..” He grins, “Something changed?”

Vi gazes up at him through lidded eyelashes. “Not really. Just something became a bit clearer, a revelation if you will. Some advice.”

Brandon tilts his head, studying her face, his eyes finding her deep cleavage, that Vi has pushed out herself, almost mirroring the way Brandon reacted to her hand, “Yeah? Perhaps it’s something we can discuss in my office.”

Vi’s hand glides down to his abs, inching dangerously lower, “A conversation can’t happen out here?”

Brandon grins and looks around, reaching behind Vi he grabs a handful of her ass through the tight yoga shorts, a soft moan falling past her lips. Without a word, he turns her and gently guides her to his office, Vi is more than happy to play along.

“About fucking time.” She coos as Brandon unlocks his office.

“You’ re the one with the man. I wasn’t gonna push, I don’t know the rules.” They step inside and the door locks as Brandon closes it behind them.

“Thee’s two rules. Rules are 1. No kissing, and 2. We want you to use me like a fuck toy, and no means no.” Vi says as she drops to her knees in front of Brandon.

“So three rules?” Brandon says with a teeasing grin as her hands pull down at his boxers, the thick, heavy cock falling out in front of her, much to her delight.

“Shut up.”

Vi rubs his thick shaft against her face as she angles below him, dragging her nose up his shaft, taking in his scent as her tongue lolls out, dragging along the underside.

“Fuck I missed this.”

“You and me both.” Brandon groans. His hands resting on the top of her head as Vi opens her mouth, his cock resting on her tongue , slowly disappaeraing into her throat, “Dont worry. We’ll make up for lost time.”

Vi moans around his length. Her hands reaching up to caress his rock hard abs. Vi loves Erik unequivocally — but she adores a chiselled body. As his muscles ripple beneath her touch, Vi thanks Erik mentally for not being one of those guys that would like her to fuck ugly old fat men. ‘Ugly old bastards’ Erik had described.

“Fuck..” Brandon groans lowly. His hands gripping her hair. “I’m going to cum if you keep going.”

Vi redoubles her efforts. Her throat stretching as she commits to the service. The sound of her gagging fills the room. Her breasts sway with each movement of her head, taken off as soon as she had stepped into the room to give Brandon the best possible view.

He groans as he leans against his office door, his cock pulses in her throat as the hot liquid fills her mouth, Vi lets some out, dribbling past her lips onto his cock, dripping into her cleavage, she moans for his benefit, rubbing his sensitive cock head on her cheeks as he looks up at him.

“Fuck… Bend over the desk.” Brandon growls, grabbing Vi by the arm.

“No.”

Brandon lets go immediately, Vi feels a certain sense of elation at his immediate response.

“Oh? Why?”

Vi reaches between her breasts, using a finger to scoop some of his cum, she places it on her tongue an dher lips close around the appendage. “Punishment.”

Brandon’s brain cannot process her answer, an eyebrow raises in confusion, “Punishment?”

Vi nods. Smiling innocently as she bends over to grab the discarded sports bra, “Yep. For not making a move earlier.”

Brandon can only smile, his tongue running against his teeth.

“Tease.”

Vi nods. “See you next week. Maybe I’ll hit a PB.” She walks past him, slapping his bare ass before cracking open the office door and slipping out.