The Amazon Angel: A Christmas Story

I pinched her nipple, getting a moan of pleasure, while cupping her firm ass cheek. "Fuck yeah. Guess we're done with working out?"

She laughed a deep, throaty laugh. "No. We are not done working out. Not at all. We've only just begun. Let's get ready for our next workout." She forced my hand on her breast to grab the silver material of the tiny shirt she was wearing under the shelf bra, and then, using my hand, ripped the fabric off. Rock hard nipples on top of perfect breasts were the treat for my eyes after that move, and with my other hand, she had me pull the side of her skirt up, obviously triggering some sort of menswear program in the process. What was a skirt turned into a sort of half skirt, and I got an unobstructed look at that silver panty-belt. She then took my hands and put them right over her clit and forced me to finger her through her panty-belt and back on her breast, pinching her nipples. "We're definitely going to burn some calories."

"How am I going to lift the weights if I'm fingering you?" I asked as I did just that. The feeling of her panties reminded me of rubber, and I took advantage of the rest of my hand on her pantyhose to enjoy the feel of nylon, while I went back to pinching her nipple with the other hand.

Her legs started to tremble as she replied, "No, you're not going to be lifting the weights. It's my turn now. And when I lift weights, I like to do it while fucking. I think you'll enjoy that. And this is where my special machine comes into play." She then took my hands off of her, stood up , and turned around. She then bent down and lifted my rather considerable weight from the machine, and carried me from the free weight machine to the combination weight machine and fetish machine. "So. Some men like to be bound while I fuck them, while others like to get...handsy. What kind of man are you?"

I thought for a moment, weighing the two options. "I've never been dommed before. Lock me up, mistress!"

She grinned a lusty grin, and then dumped me into the cross, spreading my arms and legs out, and locking each in turn. She finished by locking my hips into a restrainer, and then laying her hand on my shorts, over my dick. "This material, Bioplas. I love it. With but a thought, I can make it do...this."

Suddenly my dick popped out of the shorts, as the material just kind of fell around it. Now freed from his confinement, Little Jeffie perked right up to his full 7" of length. She looked at me approvingly, and then straddled my rock-hard dick, the silver belt-panty vibrating right in the sweet spot, and the little eraser tips of her nipples both contributing to that rock-hard feel. She speared Little Jeffie, and with a slurp, I was inside of her. "Perfect. We can begin." She then laid back onto the machine, placed each foot into the stirrup on the side, adjusted herself, and sent waves of pleasure up and down my rod. The only thing I didn't like about this was not being able to see anything except for a pair of white feathered wings in my face. She must have read my mind as she asked, "You want to see me from the front?"

"Fuck yeah!" I shouted. Better than a face full of wing, right? Her AI pinged my Virtual Interface Implant, and suddenly, I was seeing from the camera above the workout machine. I took it all in -- her tits, her outfit, the silver belt for a panty, the pantyhose covered hips, and her stern look as she got herself settled into the workout machine. "Nice view!"

She smirked and wiggled her hips, gripping my dick with her pussy. "Oh, you've not seen anything, yet." As I watched, two small metal pieces emerged from the sides of the little table her chest was leaning against. As they slid up, two metal rods on the right side slid over until they touched the left side. Lia reached back down, grabbing her breasts, and adjusted them until her nipples popped into the space between the twin rods. Once they popped into place, she started wiggling her body some more, making sure her nipples didn't fall out of the clamps.

The sight of those nipples in those little metal clamps made me want to pump her hard until I came, but I couldn't move my hips at all thanks to the clamps she had me in. "Not fair!" I grumbled, even as Little Jeffie made himself at home in her pussy. I was here for the ride, and all I could do was enjoy the show. She knew it, and took her time to put her hands back on the weight bar, adjust her legs, and send even more shivers of pleasure up my dick. "You ready for this?"

"Oh yeah." I admired her taut legs, her muscled abs, her silver clad pussy, and those large tits of hers, and waited for her to begin.

She started her repetitions off slowly, taking time to do a perfect bench press with each rep. As she breathed out on each rep, she started talking. "Your girlfriend....is quite an idiot. If we were dating...I'd ride your dick...every night." She didn't move much, just enough to keep the friction on my glans, and keep the blood flow to the little head steady. I couldn't move in the restraints, so I just sat back and watched the show. With each breath, her tits got squished by the bars clamped over her nipples. Her muscles strained very slightly against the weight she was lifting, and I admired the way the black and silver leg- and arm-wear highlighted her muscles. However, my eyes kept getting drawn back to her nylon clad hips and the silver strap covering her sex. The silver strap that Little Jeffie was embedded fully in, and quite happily.

She kept her reps up, as she continued to talk. "Before you really ... begin to work out ... you must first ... warm up properly." She adjusted her hips a bit as she continued. "I like to start ... with 80 kilos worth ... and a slow vibration ... on my cunt." She grinned lustily. "I've got the 80 kilos. Now for the cunt."

The strap between her leg suddenly got even tighter, grabbing and accentuating her larger than average clit. Waves danced over the top of her clit, as her panty wedged itself into her cunt, while continuing to contour around her vulva. I felt the vibrations at the base of my dick, and that made the experience even more enticing. As she continued her reps, I focused on the strip of silver into which my dick was buried.

"Like I said...I love bioplas. With just a thought...I can turn this...lingerie into a sex toy. It goes well...with how I workout." We'd only been in this erotic workout for about a minute, and I could tell she was close to the edge, if not already over in some ways. Her legs were fully trembling, as were her arms, yet even with all of that, she still maintained proper form. Being a spectator in the whole sexy show, I just sat back and kept admiring how she looked as she pumped iron, flexed those muscles of hers, and rode me.

"We amazons fuck ... when we work out ... because of how ... we are built," She said on each exhale as she pumped the iron. "We can push ... beyond our limits ... but the cost is ... getting really horny!" She stopped for a moment, to adjust her grip. "And the only way we can get stronger is to push ourselves to the limit. So, let's pick up the pace!"

She started again, not saying much, this time, going quicker. As she picked up the pace, she continued the slight movements of her hip that kept Little Jeffie interested. But now that they were faster, Little Jeffie was feeling really good. Each push she did with the bar was accompanied by a slight push of those silver and black clad legs, causing maybe a half inch of my dick to pull out from inside of her silver belt, before sinking back in as she settled back down as she let the weight down. Each repetition saw her take a deeper breath and tense up, hard enough that I could see her muscles strain. And the best part? With each repetition, I started to feel the walls of her vagina clamp down on Little Jeffie, stronger each time, in time with her body clenching up. "Fuuuck..." I breathed out as she did that.

"You like?" she asked between repetitions. I just nodded and continued to watch the view from above. "More weight..." Another rep, with her legs straining inside of the silver colored stockings under the black boots, then my attention going to the weight readout and boggling at the 160kg displayed on the machine. "...more stim..." She jerked a bit as she did her repetition, causing her breasts to jiggle. "...from rods ... " and another rep, causing my dick to slip out slightly further this time, "...on nips!" My attention went from that silver clit-covering belt and the nylon covered hips, to her nipples clamped between the rods over her tits, then back to the silver belt. "And now...I'm ready. Let's go!"

Suddenly my hips started moving, or I should say the restraints keeping me from rotating my hips started rotating them for me. What was a slight movement initially became a full base to glans movement. It felt like she was sucking me off, but she was doing so with her cunt. I knew I couldn't last long, so I said, "Gonna cum quick if you keep doing this." Her reply was to grunt out a quick "GOOD!"

It all blurred together for me. The band of silver between her legs. The tits jiggling from all the movement. The black and silver legs and arms. The half skirt. The feeling of being jacked off by a vacuum. She went from grunting to screams of pleasure, throwing her head back with each scream. And then, she did something that caused me to lose it. A spurt of milky white fluid from her pussy, not in the excesses you see porn actresses give off but more like what you'd see a guy ejeculate, pushed me over the edge. The first time I saw her spurt, I felt it build up in me, and then I started spurting into her pussy. Between not having had a girl for months, and the absolutely hawt fucking I was getting, I came buckets into her pussy, and she kept milking me until there was nothing left in me, or in her for that matter.

We sat there moaning for what seemed like forever, me still inside of her, and her just holding the bar against the rest, trembling. As we calmed down from the day of fun, she gave one less tremble, and then said, her voice hoarse from all the screaming she just did, "So, I hope you enjoyed?"

"Fuck yeah. I needed that," I groaned out, finally pulling Little Jeffie out of his warm little tunnel, with a slurping sound.

She grinned as she stood up. "Good. You should get cleaned up and changed. Your track suit should be ready. And I need to get cleaned up as well. I'll have the staff clean these machines. Meet me in the lobby before you go?"

I nodded, but I was a bit stuck. "Sure, but I'm kind of tied up right now." I rattled the cuffs around my wrists.

"Oh! Yeah, I need to let you out of my little toy." She bent over, giving me one more view of her tits hanging out of their bra, and unfastened me one restraint at a time. She then helped me out of the cross, and grinned. "Go get cleaned up. I'll meet you up front."

I grinned back and said, "Sure thing. See you soon," and headed into the shower. After a nice hot shower, including washing both my and her cum off the shorts, I got dressed in my track suit again, which was warm and good smelling again, and headed up to the front, shorts, shoes, and mesh shirt in hand. She was there, dressed in her regular gym outfit again. She smirked as I walked out. "I liked you in the shorts better."

I laughed. "Well, I didn't think I was going to go out and get a good fucking today. Otherwise, I'd have worn something a little better than this old thing. Here you go."

As I held the outfit I just got fucked by her in to her, she waved her hand. "No, keep it. A reminder of a Christmas better than the one you anticipated. And if you should want to come back for a recap, something to show up in next time." She grinned. "But give me a call first. Next time, maybe we will go somewhere else than the gym." She handed me a business card, which was pretty retro in its own right. I looked at the front of the card and scanned in the information, including her messenger address. Then I flipped the card around. To say I blushed was an understatement. To say I'd not be pulling that card out in polite company would be the 'well, duh' statement of the century. I boggled, then quickly put the card, front side forward, in my wallet. She smirked at that, and then said, "Merry Christmas. And please. Come again."

"Uh, yeah, certainly. I'll be calling you back." I moved to kiss her, and thankfully, she kissed me back, on the lips, and then I headed out, and headed back to my hotel. For a moment, I thought about how my girlfriend screwed me over, and then I thought to the card in my wallet. The front promised a new future, while the back?

Well, the back would be a reminder of the Christmas where I met a girl, got the ride of my life, and forgot my old girl. I still burned the old Marc Anthony outfit, as I'd be wearing the sexy short-shorts when I planned to get lucky, but as the old costume burned, I made sure nobody was around, and then looked at the back of the card.

[Picture of Lia, mid bench-press, head thrown back in ecstasy, full O-Face, with Jeff's penis almost completely out of her silver panty, her entire body tensed up]

Yep. Fuck my ex. I'm ready to move on.

(Jeff and Lia will live happily ever after and Jeff will find out that Lia is bisexual and quite happy with FFM threesomes, but that's a different story!)