The Sun Gym Orgy - AMWF

You walk down the narrow sidewalk, cellphone in hand, constantly checking google maps to make sure you're in the right place. Nobody can blame you. After all, you clearly look like a girl completely out of your element navigating the streets littered with Korean and Chinese awnings.

You're a 27 year old blonde haired, blue eyed southern girl from Kentucky and you've just arrived in LA a week ago to take the world by storm with your aspirations in fashion. This also means you spent every last dime you had to relocate to the the big city. To save money, you're sharing an apartment in the outskirts with your quirky, Irish friend Kimberly from college.

So how did you find yourself wandering around the Asian part of town? Well, you're an avid athlete and fitness is the one thing that remains constant in your life. Being low on expendable income, you found the cheapest gym in the neighborhood. Sun Gym it's called. My gym.

You twist and turn down the busy streets, carrying your bag of gym clothes. Chubby Chinese Grocers shout out deals on produce. Old Asian people are practicing Tai Chi in a park. Nerdy Korean students fix their glasses and clutch their notebooks as they head to sunday school study. You pass a restaurant as an unfamiliar smell plumes out the door. Growing up in rural Kentucky, you were never exposed much to Asian people or their culture. Navigating the bustling streets of LA's Asian neighborhoods make you want to give up on this gym and go home. But alas, you arrive. Sun Gym in all its shabby, broken down glory. A huge faded sign says "Monthly membership only $9.99!" You take a deep breath and head in.

The tiny, dim lit, musty smelling gym is empty except for me, the owner. "Sorry we're just about closing up," I say from behind the counter in perfect English. I'm 5'11, 29 years old, long black hair bundled up in a man-bun, I have a swimmers build with cut muscles, and much like the neighborhood, I'm half Chinese and half Korean.

"Oh? But it's only 5pm!" You exclaim with a charming southern accent. I immediately notice you're from out of town.

"It's Sunday hun," I answer back with a half smile. I continue wiping the counter, cleaning up the place to close up.

Your face droops down. "Fuck," you whisper to yourself. You dragged your white ass all the way here and didn't realize the gym closes early on sundays. As you turn around to leave, I notice your disappointment.

"Where are you from exactly?" I suddenly ask, stopping you from exiting.

"Kentucky," you say, turning back around.

"Kentucky..." I smile, "you're a long way from home," I say as I finish up wiping the counter. "I'll tell you what, let's get you signed up and you can work out for an hour while I sweep up". A big smile forms on your face and you head over to the counter to fill out the membership paperwork.

After you finish, you then head over to the women's locker room to change as I start sweeping up the place. The locker room is small, just like the rest of the gym. You spot a few dead cockroaches in the corner. "Gross," you think to yourself. But what do you expect for $9.99 a month? You take your shirt and bra off, letting your plump and perky 34C's fall out. You replace it with your Nike sports bra, securing your ample globes tightly in place, but also showing off some mighty fine cleavage. You pull on your workout shorts. They're pretty high cut. When you bend over, you basically see your ass cheeks. This was the entirety of your workout outfit. Abs exposed, legs exposed, and ass cheeks pretty much hanging out. It's all because of your ex boyfriend back in Kentucky. He liked working out with you while you're dressed sexy and you liked showing off.

As I sweep the floor around the water fountain area, I see you exit the women's locker room. My jaw drops. It's not everyday a white girl is hanging around this part of town, much less IN MY GYM! And on top of that, you're smoking hot. Your straight blonde hair drops to your Hollywoodesque cleavage. Your sports bra looks like it's about to explode from the pressure. Your lightly cut abs are toned and beautiful. You head over to the dumbbells and bend over to pick up the light ones on the bottom. You can literally feel my eyes staring at your ass. Your shorts rise up as you bend over, partially exposing your ass cheeks and tiny red panties. My eyes are locked on your buns and you know it. You can't figure out if it turns you on or if it's uncomfortable.

"Whatever," you murmur. You've had men stare at you in Kentucky. The only difference is this guy is Asian. "He ain't doing anything with his tiny pecker," you think to yourself.

You continue with your bicep curls. I continue sweeping. You hear the old straw broom scratch the old floor over and over. It's almost like a rhythm as you work out your sets. You decide to move on to some bodyweight squats. That's when you hear the sweeping stop. As your incredible rear dips each time, I see half of your ass as your shorts rise. You know I'm watching and you've decided it doesn't bother you. In fact, it kind of turns you on. Having a man glance at your body uncontrollably is a compliment after all. And after all, you love being appreciated by men.

You decide to start dipping your ass a bit lower. Your shorts rise up even further, basically showing 3/4 of your now glistening ass cheeks on display. Sweat rolls down your neck into your cleavage. Beads of sweat drip from your ass cheeks each time you dip. I'm completely enjoying the show and you love it. What's this? A dampness in your crotch? Could you be getting turned on from being watched? Even by an Asian?

So hypnotized am I that I accidentally drop the broom. The handle whacks the floor, snapping me out of my ass trance. You turn around to catch me looking. I look away, pretending to mind my own business. Look, I run a cheap business here. The last thing I need are bad reviews on Yelp, saying the owner is a pervert and drools over female clients. But the fun has just started for you. You move to the area closer to the counter and start doing your leg raises. You're directly facing me now, 8 feet away, raising your legs at me. Your shorts rise up, exposing your panties every time you raise your beautiful toned legs. I briefly see your crotch and the dark wet stain on your panties. I try to ignore you.

"Ungh... Mmmhh," you say every time you complete a rep. Your sexual sounds have worked their magic on my cock, which has solidified and has started poking at my pants. I hide the bulge behind the counter. "Unghh..." You gasp again. I lock eyes on you this time and don't turn away. At this point I understand what you're trying to do. My dark almond eyes glancing at you as you put your damp crotch on display has put your juices into overdrive. You can feel your panties are soaked.

"Hey, do you mind spotting me for a set of barbell squats?" You seductively ask. Before letting me answer, you walk right over to the bar. You know I'm going to follow. You position yourself with the bar on your shoulder and wait for me to walk up behind you.

*poke* You feel my hard cock, through my pants, touching the top of your ass crack.

"I know what you're doing," I say to you in your right ear. You smile and start squatting. I spot you. Each time you drop down, my cock grazes up your back. You feel it's hardness. It's heat. The tease is turning you on. You never would have thought this would happen with an Asian guy, but the circumstances of leaving Kentucky, breaking up with your bf back home, and being in a new place have all compounded your emotions into a complex mixture of thrill and exploration.

I figure it's time I make a move. I grab the bar and lock it down on the rack. You smile and reach behind you with your right hand to feel my bulge. Your eyes widen with surprise. You were expecting a 4 inch pecker. It feels huge. So huge that you need to reach your left hand around just to feel the whole thing. Your jaw drops as you turn around to finally see the giant tent in my pants.

"Jesus!" You exclaim. With your hands held up in the air in utter shock. One thing I absolutely love is the face of terror when a girl sees my piece of meat. Nobody expects an Asian to be hung and their shocked expressions have become a fetish for me.

I grab my waist band and shove my pants to the floor. My 8 inch, thick, rock hard piece of meat flings up, flicking a droplet of precum that lands on your left cheek right below your eye. You take a long hard look at it. It's several shades darker than the rest of my skin, neatly trimmed, sweaty, veiny, thick, throbbing, and oozing with creamy white syrup.

You suddenly have second thoughts. "What the hell am I doing?" you think to yourself. You voice your concerns. "I... I think I should be going," you tell me as you try to leave. I grab your arm.

"Don't deny what you really want," I say. Ah yes, your soaked peach down there. It's egging you to grab my huge throbbing cock despite your brain telling you to grab your belongings and get the fuck home. I yank you back over to me, put my hands on your shoulders, and gently push you down. You don't fight back. Your knees bend slowly, further down and further down until they reach the floor. My drizzling slab of sweaty, dark meat is now right at your beautiful blue eyes. The pungent aroma of manhood swirls to your nostrils. 8 inches down from the tip of my cock hang my balls, just as dark as my shaft. Beads of moisture roll down them, as they hang hot and sweaty, full to the brim of hot, thick Asian syrup.

I sense your hesitation and gently take handful of your silky blonde hair, and push your head towards me. In it goes for what seemed like an eternity. You feel your lips open for the tip, then you feel them stretch super wide to fit the begging of my shaft. In and in it does. You feel the hot, thick meat pass your tongue, past your tonsils, and into the depths of your throat. You suddenly shut your eyes and start gagging. I forcefully hold on to your blonde hair and shush you.

"Shhhhh... Shhhh. Relax baby," I say gently. You listen to me and try to relax. It works. I start moving your head back and forth. You start appreciating the smell of my meat, and the taste of my cock sweat. It has undertones of sweetness to it as you start slurping up and down the shaft. I release your head and take my shirt off exposing my rock hard abs and pecs. Your hands dive into them, exploring the masculine ripples and mounds of my muscular body. You start pumping my rod into your throat on your own. Your tongue covering every square inch of my manhood. You make eye contact with me as I handsomely smile down at your blue eyes. I think to myself that I've made an Asian lover out of you as I see my thick meat appear and disappear behind your stretched out pink lips. You eject my rod from your throat and move to my balls. I press your head in so you can get in there deep. You slurp up my dangling jewels, making sure to get every drop of flavor.

I look down to see you crouched inward between my legs so I take the opportunity to unhinge your sports bra. The second i unsnap, it flies off like a whip from the massive pressure. Your tits explode outward like bombs, dropping freely as you continue slobbering all over my balls. I pull your blonde hair away from my balls and shove my throbbing cock back down your throat. I'm getting rougher and more impatient, but it's turning you on. Your pussy juices have soaked right through your panties and are now drizzling down your thigh. You pump my meat down your throat like it's your job while your hands fondle my firm ass. I cup one of your fantastic tits and twirl your nipple with my fingers. You feel my shaft tense up and you know I'm near. You face fuck me more and more. I'm about to explode. You eject, dripping slobber all over your knees and my feet.

"Cum on my tits baby!" You tell me.

"No..." I reply. I quickly grab your head and forcefully ram it back onto my throbbing 8 inch cock. The moment my tip reaches the bottom most point of your throat, I EXPLODE! You feel a suddenly expansion inside your pipe. It feels hot. It's creamy. It's rich, and it keeps on coming. I scream in complete ecstasy as the lack of room left in your throat has forced you to start swallowing. You chug and chug as I pull out, still cumming. A string of thick white Asian syrup dangles between my cock and your lips as you take the last gulp. You see the string and lick it up, making sure not to waste any.

"It's so thick and sweet," you exclaim, licking your lips. My rougher demeanor and fresh load has brought your peach to its breaking point. You want to get fucked SO badly now. But to your dismay, I turn around and walk to the men's showers without a word. My limp cock wobbles about as I leave you there, on the gym floor, alone.

"Are you kidding me? You're gonna leave like that? Asshole!" You shout at me. You throw your clothes on, fix your hair, grab your things from the women's locker room, and storm out of the place feeling embarrassed and ashamed.

You trot to the bus stop and think about what you just did. You can't believe you did it. You can't believe how rudely I treated you in the end. I treated you like a dirty slut. Nothing but a cum deposit. You're furious. One thing is for sure, you're never coming back and nobody can ever know what happened.

Later that night, you lay in the king size bed that you share with your roommate Kimberly. She's fast asleep. You look at her in her oversized Tshirt, and baggy pajama pants. Her brunette hair is outlined by the moonlight shining through the window. You didn't tell her what happened earlier at the gym. You'd never tell her. She's a good religious girl who as far as you know, doesn't talk about sex and doesn't have much if not any. You've never seen Kimberly with a boyfriend in college nor on Facebook during the years after graduation.

You face the ceiling. You can't sleep. You replay the events of the gym through your head and keep ending up at how I treated you like a dirty slut. You decide to never go back to Sun Gym. Over and over it plays in your head. But for some reason, the more you think about it, the better you feel. You consider how good it felt when my thick, dark, veiny cock ravaged your throat. How tasty it was. How rich my cum was on your tastebuds. Maybe, just maybe, it felt good to be a slut for once. To be a slut for a dark Asian cock. What a new type of feeling. Could it be possible that you draw pleasure from being used? All these questions racing through your head during the night were finally answered by the moist stain growing in your panties. There you laid in bed with wet panties only 2 feet away from Kimberly, your religious roommate. You quietly move your right hand down to your soaked crotch. You start teasing your clit slowly. "No but wait," you say to yourself. "I shouldn't. Kimberly could wake up".

"Do it. Now!" You imagine me commanding. You give in. You pick up speed.

"Uunnghhh" you lightly gasp. That night you silently masturbated four times as Kimberly slept soundly, not moving an inch.

You wake up to a late Monday afternoon. You look to your side and Kimberly is gone. The clock says 12:35pm. You exit the bedroom to find Kim watching TV.

"Rise and shine sleepy head," she says.

"Hey. You don't have work today?" You ask half awake.

"Nope. The boss said there's a gas leak in the office. I'm home for the day," she explains. "What do you got planned for today?"

You think to yourself for a moment. What came out of my mouth next even surprised yourself. "I think I might head back to the gym." Just saying those words sent sensations down your spine.

"Oh yeah? That cheap gym you found near Chinatown?" asks Kim. "How is it?"

"It's not bad," You say, trying to be as short and undetailed as possible.

"Well then maybe I'll join you!" Kim blurts out.

"What!? No! No.. No.. No... I don't think you'd like it," You say.

"Didn't you just say it was good? I have nothing to do today anyway," she replies.

You knew this was a bad idea. Kim is super conservative. What if I end up face fucking you again? What if Kim sees me treating you like a slut? Or worse, What if I end up trying to take advantage of Kim!? Hell, has Kim even seen a real life cock before? All these worries raced through your head as you stood there zoned out in your own thoughts.

"Well, I'm ready to go!" Kim says. You snap out of it. There she stood, sneakers on, complete with baggy running pants and a loose fitting t-shirt. You pictured my huge 8 inch monster next to Kim's brunette, freckled face. It would break her. She was petite, pale, and fragile looking. She doesn't have an athletic build like you do. Her body wasn't bad. In fact it looked like it could be quite nice. Just soft without any tone.

At her unwavering insistence, we headed out to the spot. Back over to Sun Gym. My gym.

As you push the squeaky door to enter my gym, you try to picture what my face would look like seeing me only 15 hours later. You both enter. Little did you know that it's not my face that ended up surprised. It was yours.

There I stood, fixing a light bulb in the middle of the workout area, surrounded by what must have been 15 additional sweaty, muscular, Asian men lifting heavy iron. It didn't occur to you that coming on a mid-Monday would be a full house. You just kept thinking of me all night and figured it would be the same.

Your train of thought adjusts and you think to yourself, "Well good. He can't face fuck me in front of Kimberly if there's a full house of other customers here."

You guide Kim over to the counter and she grabs one of the membership slips. She fills it out. You look over at me and see me whispering something mischievous to the other lifters. You see me laugh. They also laugh and all look over to you. Your face becomes red and you turn away. You can hear them laughing and feel them looking at you, even undressing you with their eyes.

Kim finishes her form. "Let's go change," she says as she walks over to the women's locker room. You follow her and all the sweaty muscular Asian men's eyes follow you until you disappear behind the locker room entrance.

Inside the locker room, you and Kim strip down to nothing and pull out your gym outfits. You see her naked body for the first time. It's not half as bad as you thought. She does have a soft body from lack of fitness, but it's perfectly shaped. She's thin. She has a plump, meaty butt to go along with a pair of decent B's. Her nipples are small and pink. You hoped to god that I don't have anything naughty planned that would embarrass Kim.

*SLAM*

You hear the door swing open. Footsteps approach. Both you and Kim, completely naked, look upward to see who it is. It's me, naked with my huge cock and balls dangling in clear view. Kim screams and covers herself.

"What are you doing here? Get out we're changing!" You yell. I walk over to you, grab you, and shove my mouth on to yours. You close your eyes and accept my tongue. You were thinking about this the whole night. Wanting it the whole night. Kim cowers in the corner at the sight of what's happening.

"What's going on?" She whimpers.

My hands viciously grabs your bare ass cheeks and rub them forcefully. My hands reach deep under. My index fingers graze your now moist pussy lips and then your puckered asshole.

"I've been thinking about you since you left," I whisper to you. "I had a feeling you'd be back."

"I've been thinking about you too. About how you made me feel." You reply quietly.

"Like a slut?" I ask. "A dirty slut for my Asian cock?"

"Yes," You say with your eyes closed. "I want it. I want it in me. It's all I can think about. Make me a slut for your big Asian cock!" You exclaim. Finally admitting the truth has made your pussy drenched. Streams of liquid-lust drizzle down your leg from your leaking peach.