The Gym

“Finally, look at my pussy. So wet, so moist. Whenever you see it, you will loose all will. You will sink to your knees and call me whatever word you see fit: Mistress, queen, master. You will want nothing but to bury yourself in me, smell me, taste me, and all I have to offer between my legs. Stand up now.”

I stood several inches away from her. My skin tingled, and my cock brushed against her pubic hair. So close. Serene led me over to an incline bench used for chest exercises. It rose at a 45 degree angle toward a long free-weight bar that rested on top of two metal hinges above the bench. She seated me and then had me lie back. My cock arched toward my stomach.

“Don’t move.”

She brought two forty-five pound weights and slipped one on each side of the bar. When she had picked them up, she bent with her legs, her back turned to me. My mouth watered. I wanted to crawl over and taste the wetness that made her lips sparkle so in my mind. But I couldn’t move. All I could do was wait for my queen.

With the weights on her bar, she stood over me, she lips parted slightly. She pulled her hair over her shoulder and situated herself over my body. Her nipples swayed like small ball bearings. Her leg muscles quivered as she leaned herself over my, or should I say her, cock.

“Hold onto the bar, and don’t let go.” She said, directly followed by “don’t grab too hard, no need to hurt you.” As my hands traveled up, I had the urge to touch her breasts. She must have felt the same. She grabbed my left hand and brought it to her breast. It was soft, and it molded to my hand. I pushed in, her nipple caught between my fingers. I squeezed slightly, bringing out her breath in sharp notes. I toyed with her nipple some more, feeling it brush against my skin. My cock throbbed in anticipation. Her eyelids fluttered, and I felt wetness hit my cock. My ass clenched as I tried to bring my cock toward its source without breaking her will.

“Ok,” she said, breathless, “grab the bar with both hands again. Don’t move unless I tell you, Chris.”

My hand joined its brother up on the bar, my ass settled down. My body was calm, but my nerves were surging with potentiality.

“Look at my lips.” -God I need to kiss them. Feel her tongue. My mouth is quivering. I need her lips to sooth my own. - I was hers again.

She kissed me. Her tongue ran across my lips. My own entwined hers in a dance of give and take. It was like kissing cold flame. Her free hand grabbed the base of my cock as she deeply exhaled into my mouth. Her lower lips pulled over the head of my cock.

In broken syllables Serene told me not to cum until she allowed. Her tongue pulled my acceptance out, encircled it -making it hers- as her vagina did the same to my throbbing cock. Small lines formed where her nails found traction on my chest. Her thighs shook as her muscles first constricted, then eased, in a slow, fluid motion. She began to ride me.

It was as if she lit a match and dropped it in my veins. My body roared and convulsed in an internal conflagration that threatened to consume me.

After a few moments that seemed to stretch out for a lifetime, she started to align her breath with mine in reverse. I inhaled; she exhaled. “Your breath is mine, Chris. Your body is mine. Every time you inhale my breath, your will gets supplanted by my own.”

I felt myself slip away more. “Yes Mistress.” Her vagina gripped me like a vice, pulling at me, drawing dark passion and excitement long forgotten by us to the surface. Animal urges locked away by the intellect flooded into my veins, searching for escape.

My body was on fire; my mind was cold. Each thought was like a large ship breaking through ice. She told me to stare into her eyes again, which I did without thought. I felt her walls clench around my cock signaling me intimately that her time was coming up. I never felt so hard; yet there was no urge to cum, only the pleasure and her control, a pleasure that took all will from me, but left me with something else, pure pleasure. Pure sex devoid of social norms and conventions.

“Feel the urge to cum build in you, slave.” Her blue eyes entered me and tickled my insides, drawing out the repressed need with every contraction of her walls, with every bounce of her large breasts.

She pulled in real close now, her breasts pressed against my chest, her lips separated from mine by sheer force of will. Her eyes became all again. I breathed her scent in, and prepared to succumb completely.

“When I count to zero, give me all of you. You will be mine, whenever, wherever, as I wish…hnnn.” Serene’s eyes closed. Her juice felt warm and slick as it ran down my side. “Will you give yourself to me?”

I gave my answer.

5… feel your cock in me

4… you’re getting close to cumming in me

3… you’re falling now. So close

2… into my eyes as your cock

1… gives me all of you.

“CUM NOW”

Her lips pressed against mine as she inhaled one last time. Her lower lips held tight as my cock jerked wildly. I felt her walls spasm, as her fingers dug into my sides. Her body gripped mine and I felt that she would never let go. Slowly her fingers eased up, and her walls lightened their hold.

After a few moments a small bead of sweat tickled my ear. She saw the bead trace down the lobe, stop, and wait for gravity to take it further. She leaned over and I felt her tongue run around my lobe. My cock jerked in her one last time. My mistress looked satisfied.

She braced herself up again with her left hand and brushed her hair from my face. She smelled wonderful. I was still in her, and she made no outward motion to remove herself from me. It felt like a perfect fit.

She grinned. I saw a small, matted yellow feather caught in her teeth. The image broke. “Tired Chris. So tired. Sleep now…” Her eyes turned black until it consumed her, then all else. I felt her tongue run over my lips, then nothing else.