LoV#1 Ch. 06

That thought caused her to twitch again; she'd resisted the urge all day to double check her account after this morning. She'd like to think she was above the need for online validation despite her lapse this morning, having managed to be what seemed like the only person on campus to stay off their phone today. Still... it didn't hurt if she engaged in it a little bit did it? She didn't think she was shallow but she was still a girl, nothing wrong with fishing for a compliment or two on her looks. Luckily, she found nothing but appreciation for her sexy body, and the people talking positively about her legs had made her super self-conscious about how she had been showing them off. Obviously they were her best feature, she was an avid runner and despite being of a somewhat average height they were long and slim, plus with the 4-inch heels she had worn with her skin-tight leggings, she knew she was showing off one of her best assets to everyone around her.

Slipping into the gym, she was disappointed to find it empty, and then felt silly for feeling disappointed. She definitely preferred having the place to herself and, with that firm resolution in her mind, Chloe tried not to let the little flip flops in her stomach of the idea of Marcus' sweaty body change that as she headed into the locker room. She was already dressed for the gym, just needing to slip on a pair of sneakers but she wanted a look in the mirror before she got started. Her make-up was immaculate still, although with another touch-up her kissably lush lips shined with strawberry pink gloss, and with a little readjustment she put her hair back into it's ponytail, the light blue matching the skin-tight fitness gear she'd had on all day. Perfect she thought, and with a little smooch to her reflection she figured if she was going to look this good she might as well share, pulling out her phone to take a pre-workout selfie.

The flash went off, dazing her for a second as she blinked away the extra light, frowning at herself for having forgotten to turn that off, and after spinning the phone around Chloe made an annoyed sound at herself, it wasn't good enough for PicUp as she turned off the flash to try again... and again... She tried being pouty and serious but she had just felt so buzzed with energy and heat she wanted it to be more, needed it to be, maybe just a little extra. Turning around, she felt a flirty smile pop onto her face that felt perfect as she found the angle she wanted; the click of the camera going straight between her legs and sending a pleasurable haze through her. She might think her best feature was her legs, but she really knew what all her fans and followers wanted, the perfectly shaped round globes perched atop them. Naturally, she went the extra mile to show them off, her pink bodysuit cut to show off the amount of work she had put in to make her ass as juicy and lustful as possible.

Turning back around, she pulled down the zipper to let her titties fall out and giggling, she took another front shot, the cleavage of her big tits straining to escape her bodysuit, erect nipples clearly visible looking super hot. Flipping her long pink ponytail back over her shoulder, she giggled a bit as she felt something pop, feeling a bit light headed as she double-checked her work. The curvy fitness slut smiling back at her looked hot and fuckable, all her hard work on getting her sexy body to look perfect made for exactly the kind of content she wanted to be an influencer for. She felt ridiculous for going so long without adding something to her feed, she was new at this but if she wanted to have a following she'd have to work harder. Feeling accomplished with her hard work (and just a bit breathless) she couldn't wait to see what kind of engagement she'd get as she jiggled her way back into the gym, her ponytail tickling her bubble butt as it swayed in time to her strides.

Chloe bit a lip to suffocate a moan, as while she had been so focused on getting changed and looking her best, Marcus had arrived and had gotten started on his workout. He gave her only the briefest of looks before turning back to setting his weights, and she couldn't help the bounce in her step as she headed over towards the stair climber for some cardio. She was happy he decided to keep breaking the rules and kept his shirt off, the view of those rock-hard abs and toned V of his hips was going to be in her head for the rest of the night. It would get even better when he started proper and the glisten of sweat set off every etched muscle of his body but, putting in her pink earbuds and setting her phone for some bubbly pop music, she set herself to working out her energy like normal. Normal being... fuck, he was just too hot, and she knew how good she looked and checking behind her he was... studiously ignoring her, Chloe trying not to pout as she turned around.

Did she do something wrong yesterday, or was it something else she did? Normally he was always trying to catch her attention, but what was different today? Was he sick of showing off or... god she was so dumb. Chloe had been playing hard to get, eager for him to just give in and throw her over his shoulder to take back to the shower and... ooo, she was getting way too turned on with that fantasy. Even still, she had an inkling of how to get his attention again, and straightening her back, letting the zipper trying to contain her bountiful chest fall lower, she resolved to fix the problem.

Picking up the pace a little, Chloe began putting a little extra into her own work out, loving the feel of fabric stretching skin-tight as it tried not to burst from the perfect shape of her butt. It was the whole reason she was in a gym after all, putting weight on it so she had the perfect heart-shaped booty, loving the extra jiggle it gave her when she swung her hips and the looks... She let a little noise escape her then, unable to stop herself from flexing her thighs to stoke the flames of her own little fire. Chloe loved it when people looked at her. Men. Women. Every hour of work she put in was to have that perfect body to show off and if Marcus thought she wasn't interested and stopped showing interest because of it... She was going to change his mind.

Getting off the stepper, Chloe put a little extra sway in her walk to the free weights section, selecting a few different dumbbells before moving to the shorter of the two plyo boxes. Lining up so he'd have a perfect view, began working out. Glute bridges, box push-ups, dips, stretching in a full split, step-ups etc. if there was an exercise she could do to show off her jiggly, juicy bottom or even her heaving chest dripping with sweat, the zipper having long since vanished from the thinning material of her bodysuit, she put on a show. Not just for Marcus either, as about halfway through she realized she'd forgotten to go live on PicUp, and having set up her phone lost any sense of shame as she started her evening live workouts.

The feeling of her chest trying to expand and pop right out of her tight little bodysuit, her full and plush booty stretching its fabric further and further with each squat. She was entering that state where she was just mindlessly working out, letting the feeling of her body in motion stoke the flame inside of her with each rep, a tiny little pink flame that was starting to burn away at her inhibitions and cares of the world as her brain started to focus solely on how good she looked, how she wanted to be looked at, and not being able to stop herself from trying to catch Marcus' eye in the mirror.

Not that she needed to worry, as she started going into squats, her favorite exercise because of how much jiggle it showed and how much she loved anything that added size and shape to her butt. No, he might have been avoiding looking at her face, but her attempts to turn him on were showing fruit, his erection straining his shorts even as he adjusted it to concentrate on his bench. God it was massive, her tongue escaping to lick her lips as she dipped as low she could go before bouncing up, the satisfying weight of her body flexing and showing off for Marcus causing her brain to go fuzzy and pink as she got more and more turned on.

For his part, Marcus really was trying to concentrate on his workout, but with her skin tight outfit and fitness-slut body in his peripherals, his cock was clearly starting to grow past the point of comfort and in the need of release... and Chloe couldn't wait any longer. Letting her weights drop, she angles herself towards him, eyes laser-focused on the object of her desire as the sweaty musk of a man started to penetrate deep towards her core, that little pink flame that had started up earlier roaring up and burning aside all sense of propriety and location. Marcus only had a moment to notice what was happening, a surprised grunt as he caught his barbell before it came down too hard, Chloe having knelt down and disrobed him in one motion, her brain short-circuiting between her own needs and the massive python she had just given open air to.

Chloe's entire world narrowed into focus as her watering mouth began to eagerly devour Marcus' cock, it was easily almost a foot long and as big around as her wrist, but she loved sucking dick and practiced as often possible, and it wasn't long before she was expertly working her way down to the base. Up close, her senses were entirely overwritten by his scent, his heat and hardness twitching and pulsating with every suck and lick, memorizing the taste and reactions as her body automatically adjusted to his every need. Her own scented arousal was evident too, and her free hand dropped to give her little clitty some necessary attention, mewls of pleasure being insufficiently silenced by her full mouth.

The second thing her brain was trying to ruminate on was her ass... or rather the heavenly, wobbling flesh of her ass pointed directly at her still live camera. Chloe had long since forgotten about setting that up as Marcus' cock was currently etching its way into her brain as an object of worship for her to devote all her energy to, but the rest of her hadn't. She could feel the weight and momentum as she bobbed her head up and down, and with a little more energy she felt rather than heard the clap of deliciously big butt, the feel of lukewarm air across it as her tight thong leotard rode up, her free hand slipping three digits into her soaking wet slit as everything melted away.

She fell into a rhythm as Marcus had finally managed to place the barbell safely back on the rack, one massive hand threading it's way through her long pink hair for grip and another maneuvering to push her head to take him deeper, surprisingly gentle and slow in the way he began fucking her mouth. Her other hand now free to join it's partner in fingering her, Chloe's thoughts turning to mush as she couldn't concentrate on anything but sucking, fucking, and the feel of her ass clapping together as she worked to pick up speed.

It became a little mantra in her head, a throaty moan as he pushed her head down to the hilt of his cock, her swollen lips sealing him in and sucking hard, the tears ruining her make-up coming from exertion rather than any desire to stop. The now constant vocalization of her own pleasure adding another element to the sex, her fingers dancing along her clit or pushing as deep as they could go so she could fuck the fires of lust in her to a glorious climax, and the insistent, momentous swings of her ass cheeks providing counterweight to Marcus' motions, the sound of them coming together growing louder and more frequent as he began to pick up speed.

Suck. Fuck. Clap. Suck. Fuck. Clap. Thoughts of homework, the Ladies of Victory, advanced robotic programming, quantum mechanics, and more began to drain out of her with every repetition of her horny mantra. She could feel them rising up with each motion before being greedily swallowed up by the expanding weight of her butt. Her well-argued stances on AI ethics? Gone with a clap. Her encyclopedic knowledge of her favorite anime Space Princess Nekomimi? Pushed out by another thrust of Marcus' dominating cock before being swept away by another clap announcing another added pound of flesh. Thoughts of her teammates on the Ladies of Victory and the present threat of a bimbofying villainess? Drained out between her legs as her fingers mindlessly pushed her further towards the brink.

Suck. Fuck. Clap. Suck. Fuck. Clap. Chloe could see it in her mind, two ivory perfect mountains jiggling and coming together to generate a very clear noise, even over the sounds both her and now Marcus were making as she devoutly licked and drooled all over his length. It made sense, at this point who knows how much of her brain had ended up being turned into fuel to grow her bottom, to the point that it was by far her most defining feature, the thin string of her workout uniform having long since disappeared between the massive jiggling orbs. With every repetition her mind felt surprisingly focused on its movements, its size dominating and pushing out stray thoughts so she could concentrate on it rising and falling, the mental image of her fitness goal twerking entrancing her as it grew clearer with the sound of every clap. It was like it had a life of its own, and honestly with how much of her felt drained into it by this point, it was probably smarter than her too, her mind thinking on it's own and enforcing new ideas deep into her at the end of her mantra.

Suck. Fuck. Clap. Her ass jiggled and moved in her head, drawing her mind's eyes to stay captive to its ponderous weight. Suck. Fuck. Clap. It was commanding, her every move decided by its sway and energy.

Suck. Fuck. Clap. Its hypnotic motions were the only thing she could focus on when there wasn't a cock in her. Every aspect of her life is influenced by its needs and wants. Suck. Fuck. Clap. It controlled her, her mind completely full of its delectably spankable mass as it began feeding her even more lustful thoughts of what it had planned for her.

Suck. Fuck. Clap. She was completely enslaved by it, her ass the single most important thing she had, her life dedicated to its massive ivory glory. Suck. Fuck. Cl-

She never had the opportunity to imprint that last thought, as her focus was forced to her very full mouth of twitching, hot, steel-hard man, Marcus losing the gentle rhythm he'd been using as he pushes and sheathes himself into her mouth down to the hilt. Delicious, hot, salty, and sour liquid dominated what was left of Chloe's brain as Marcus shuddered in release, the first of many spurts as the very male prisoner of her mouth began to orgasm. Chloe immediately was sent over the edge, her own mind-melting lust swept away as her successful pleasuring of a man wiping away mental images of her shaking rear and sending her into a twitching, blissful oblivion as she stoutly worked her throat to swallow everything Marcus was pumping into her.

For a brief moment, there was nothing besides her own mindless swallowing while she came, a squirting fuckable mess as Chloe forgot everything besides the fat cock pumping its seed into her and the straining of her own body to not miss a single drop. With a lust-dripped sigh, and with no more left to drain from his balls, he eventually lets Chloe pull back with a light pop as the afterglow and sudden influx of air has her gasping, limp, and quite proud of herself.

"God damn.... I figured you were a slut when you walked in but..." Chloe was trying to clear her eyes as she looked at the man who had fucked her brain into sludge with his amazing cock. He was... confused? She wasn't totally out of it, even as the fog tried to set in but the expected reaction of her sucking the literal soul out of him wasn't what she thought it would be.

"Wait... Chloe?" She watched him try to lean up on the bench to get a better look, and as she came down from her own orgasmic high, Chloe noticed the way he was looking at her. Confusion... Tired... Angry... oh God, he was angry with her, the two struggling to throw off the sluggishness that a solid orgasm gave them to make sense of the current situation. He was mad at her, panic setting in as she couldn't process why she'd just dropped to her knees and gave him the best blow job she could. It wasn't enough or something was wrong and he was mad and just... her erratic breathing was close to pushing her titties out of her leotard as she tried to collect herself, Chloe being the first to react.

"Sorry....I'm... oh fuck... fuck! I'm sorry! Sorry!" Chloe tried to calm down but the look on his face told her she clearly had fucked up. She'd ruined the opportunity of having this fantastic cock fuck her brains out again and now she was stuck embarrassed and trying to keep her legs from shaking too much as she stood . Muttering more apologies, and despite the size of her curves, Chloe quickly gathered her things and scampered off, forgetting her bag and not wanting to process how she felt as she picked up her phone on her way out.

Marcus had remained frozen in shock up to this point and might have had something to say about her sudden departure, but with his shorts around his ankles and legs still stiff from his orgasm he tripped over himself when he finally realized what was going on and, by the time he had readjusted his clothing and stormed out the front door, the girl that had looked far too suspiciously like his former tutor and had just given him the best blow job of his life had vanished into thin air...