(I don't think they're poor at all, but if you'd rather go back to third person we can do that.) "Exactly." Pressing back against the meathead, you get a good feel of the decently sized slab of meet poking against your ass and thighs through his shorts, your own skintight lower garment doing practically nothing to insulate you from his touch. You watch as Yuki does the same charade with the big guy, smirking slightly as she uses his obvious lack of intelligence to toy with with him, but your thoughts are distracted as Franco's fingers slide across the curvy flesh of your thighs, as he 'helps you stretch'. "Now what you wanna do is lay your palms out in front of you and bend forward until you're touching the ground. It's called downward dog." The musclehead says, playing into your innocent facade. "You know, my friend might not be too eloquent." He smirks, whispering as you move into position, his hands on your hips as he stands behind you, in what barely doesn't qualify as a sexual position. "But he's right. You are fine as fuck."
"Really." He nods and smiles, stroking your cheek again, toying with your emotions. "Ami was a nice bit of fun, but she had nothing on you. No woman does. I want you as my wife." Again, you feel butterflies in your stomach, as he tells you exactly what you've been so desperate to hear. "But it can only happen once I'm successful here. And for that, I need your help. I need you to do everything I say, without question or complaint, do you understand?"
My head became light as I felt butterflies in my stomach. "Yes, my love~" I moaned out as I leaned my cheek on his hand. "What do you desire?" I asked, eager to fulfill his wish.
"For now, I just need you to work on that patient we discussed earlier." He caresses your cheek. "But soon, things are going to get more extreme. You're going to need to be more directly involved in things. Blood is going to have to be spilt, for us to be together." His eyes peer into your own, and you get lost in the deep blue.
"Yes~" I moaned out. I would spill see of blood if he desired. I leaned forward and kissed him... ... I stepped from the director's office and made my way to my office. I had some work to do.
"Oh, really?" It was pretty obvious I knew exactly what this position was, but that didn't matter. Shifting the weight with my hips a bit to just give that barest jiggle, I move my body in closer that it really is just basically grinding on him now to try and get a feel for his bulge.
You emerge from the director's office with a pep in your step, buoyed by the knowledge that he returns your feelings, imagining what it will be like to be pregnant with his child - and wondering if you already are... Your heels clack loudly as you move to your office - where you find Mark's bastard son waiting for you. "H-Hey. I hope you don't mind me coming inside. You said to come see you at 16:00, but it's a little later than that..."
"That's right..." Franco groans as he feels your curvy rear grinding against him. His manhood isn't the biggest you've felt, but it's bigger than average - he might be a meathead douche, but at least his muscles aren't just him overcompensating. He presses forward, rubbing his cock against your entrance, just a few thin layers of clothes between you. Franco's fingers move from your hips, squeezing the ample flesh of your ass, and even the most oblivious spectator could have no illusion that this is just 'stretching'. Luckily, no staff are in the gym, and you're out of sight of the cameras. The only people there are you and Franco, Yuki and her partner, who are doing much the same thing, and a nerdy, chubby youth near the back who looks away in a panic as he realises you've noticed him staring. "What a loser." Franco laughs.
Not bad.... He probably has at least some experience using it. Feeling more motivated, I try to entice him with how far he could go, by shifting and pivoting my hips in a way that was just plain slutty. While I'm getting more into it, I can spot the look of a guy who was an obvious virgin. Not like this was the first time I had an audience, but...Franco was a bit of a jerk, but he wasn't wrong. No way I'd fuck him. I know his type. Is it my fault you don't take care of yourself? What about what's fair to me? If I want to fuck guys who actually look good, there's no shame in it. "Mmm. Let him if he wants. Might be fun for him to see what he's not getting." Not like I usually go for this kind of thing, but not like I'd stop him either. Feeling a little more inspired though, I decide it's time to skip all the messing round and get more directly at it, turning around just a bit so I can reach into Franco's gym shorts and get it out. As I feel the size in my hand and wrap my fingers around it to give it a few playful strokes and bring to full, I do give a quick scan of the doors to make sure nobody's coming. Still...was good to know they don't really pay that much attention to here. I could use that later.
"Heh, naughty girl..." Franco chuckles as you free his cock, the rod warm and pulsing in your hand. As the fat guy pretends not to watch, Franco peels your shorts down.
The cold air of the gym hits my bare ass for a moment, but it's not long before it's right up against him again. Wasn't expecting him to bother with foreplay or anything much. Guys like this mostly just knew how to pound. It could at least be fun if you were in the mood for it. Wiggling my butt a bit more to try and encourage him, I'm not giving exactly high effort with my moves either, but he had no interest in that. No. Guys like this just wanted to stick it in and fuck as fast and hard as possible. "I'm safe today."
"Pfft, as if it matters." The meathead chuckles, taking a hand off your ass to touch his manhood and guide the head towards your entrance. You feel him rubbing it against your lips, finding them damp, and then he's inside you. It feels...surprisingly good as he fucks you from behind. The man has, as expected, no particular grace or skill, but as he fucks you, your walls gripping his member tightly, you find yourself moaning out involuntarily, feeling better than when you usually fuck a guy like this. It's not him, not really. There's something about this place, something intangible... As much as you dislike this facility, something about fucking here turns you on, and even as you struggle to understand it, you feel an orgasm beginning to approach. "Fuck..." Franco groans from behind you over the clapping sound of him driving his hips against your ass. "You're such...a slut..." He raises his palm and drops it, smacking your ass hard. It hurts, but at the same moment you feel a rush of dopamine, and suddenly your muscles tense and you feel your blood run hot as you realise you're about to reach orgasm.
"Ah...fuck!" It had been a while. Skill or not, this is exactly what I needed. It pushed inside, snug and caught between my inner walls as they squeezed. He wasn't anything special really. But the force. The sheer energy he kept railing, bouncing my body all over the place was just too much. Normally, I could hold on longer or get more into it, but this kind of just sit back and take it was fun too. As he keeps up the treatment, my body goes weak and I let out a long moan as I cum all over his cock. Keeping tight, I work at circling my hips to drive his deck in deeper and get him to unload inside. A little faster than I usually like, but sometimes you just need a quick release. He was probably thinking the same.
Franco slides his arms around your midriff, holding you tight as both of you struggle to stay upright, his thrusts meeting your own frantically as he pounds into you, desperately trying to get his cock as deep inside you as possible. You see Yuki in front of you, sports bra pulled up and large breasts bouncing wildly as she rides her own partner's cock, her fingernails digging into his Herculean chest. You don't have much opportunity to look at your new acquaintance, though, as you lose strength in your arms, lying ass up, face down, as Franco continues to pound you. You feel yet another orgasm building, and then as you feel his hot seed spraying forth inside, a switch flicks inside your brain, and you're cumming again. "Damn... You're a good lay..." The man says after a long period of strained breathing, swatting your ass playfully. "This is my room number, in case you want a repeat performance." He tosses a piece of paper next to you, before pulling up his shorts and departing with his friend. Slowly, you manage to get to your feet, studying yourself in the mirror - seeing a red faced blonde breathing heavily as sweat drips down her buxom form, and sticky white fluid slowly drips from between her legs. Bizarre - you've had great sex before, but from a guy like that? It's not exactly like there was anything special about him. Moving your gaze from you, to the rest of the room, you see it's just you and Yuki now - said girl pulling up her leggings. The nerd is nowhere to be seen. "That was fun." She smirks. "We should probably bounce, though."
"I'll keep that in mind." Catching my breath, I don't really say much. I can still it down below between my legs from where he fucked me. It was really weird. Must have been longer than I thought if that was really enough to get me going but it's not like the worst thing in the world. It's not like I really like him that much, and the feelings probably mutual, but if he can fuck, there's nothing really to complain about. I quickly tear out a corner piece of that journal thing I wasn't doing anyway to write my number down, and quickly work out writing a second copy while taking out another section. As I get my senses, Yuki seems done with her fun too. I didn't really see what happened with her that much, but it was probably about the same for her. As I'm pulling my shorts back up, I know she has the same thought process so, I don't bother really hurrying. Turning around to face myself in the mirror and give her a full bare assed view of my butt, I gradually slide them back on before finally redressing. She thinks pretty much all the same things I do, so... Following her suggestion, I walk with her to the doors of the gym, before stopping. There's no hesitation. My lips meet hers as I give her a quick kiss. It's not anything romantic or that drawn out, but just long enough to taste her and explore her mouth just a bit with my tongue before pulling back, putting the second note I wrote my number down on in her hands. "I'm pretty sure we could just do it better by ourselves."
Yuki's eyes widen a little in surprise, but her tongue quickly responds in kind, lashing against your own. "Sounds like a plan." She grins, as you break contact. "See you later, Alicia." The young woman struts out of the room, ass swaying seductively as she heads back to her room. Looking behind you toward the window, you see it's dark outside - the sun having properly set by now.
(Kind of forgot what her name was until I looked it up.) "Ashley." It's a quick correction, but not a deal breaker by any means. It will be a lot less boring around with her anyway. With things running late as they are, I should probably get back to my room before they round them up. It would make sneaking out later harder if they were watching me more seriously, so I'll have to still play good for now.
(Shit, my bad. I forgot because of the first person.) You move through the hallways, passing a few people also trying to get back before lights out - and then you're alone, navigating through the luxurious but sterile hallways, trying to make your way back. The feeling is strange, and unwelcome - like you're not truly alone, and the closed doors you pass by on either side make you feel slightly trapped. You make it to your room, comforted by the sight of the brass numbers embedded into the wood, but as you fish through your gym bag for the key, you hear a sound, a high pitched...squeal? Scream? Hard to say. It's also difficult to tell where it came from - it definitely wasn't from one of the rooms. Maybe the floor below?
The sound must be directly below from here if it can be here...meaning the source had to be close. With curiosity taking over, I move to go down stairs while keeping a low enough profile to try and locate the source.
Spoiler: Sneak Roll Difficulty 7: Physique+Sneaking: 77+20 (Sneak skill, Dark), 69+20, 23+20 - 2 Successes Pressing yourself up against the wall, you manage to sneak through the hall, dodging a handful of guards looking around for patients up past curfew. You have a little trouble getting down the stairs, where a guard sits at a small checkpoint, but simply waiting for a little while sees the man abandon his post to go to the toilet, and you slip on by without trouble. On the ground floor, you walk silently, counting the windows to judge when you're underneath your room on the floor above. Looking around, you judge that it must have come from behind a locked door with the word "MAINTENANCE" emblazoned on it.
