my day at the gym

So Michele has been listening to the email slave files, and has been Mastered by two wonderful Masters/ owners. As one of her tasks, he needs to present herself when ever possible, and even go out of her way so as to offer herself to others. Shaved and exhibition is high on Masters list of orders Michele must obey. On this occasion, it was a trip to work out at the gym.

I'm one of those guys that people look at on the street and read like a book. Not to short, with a average, toned build, fair hair and brown eyes, a high-ish voice and ever-moving hands, I get read as a guy who loves cock every day of the week. Sometimes, that's trouble, because when someone's looking for a victim, I'm the obvious one. But other times, guys are looking for something else, and when I'm what they're looking for, it can be the hottest thing ever.

I'm always nervous in showers and locker rooms. Nervous, because getting naked in front of strangers is no fun, but when orders arrive Michele must submit, because hot bodies all around me always means a hard-on. I always shower quickly, glancing around like a nervous rabbit. But this time, I saw something that made me stop and obey orders.

The showers were near-deserted. Other than me, only one guy was in there, and when I looked at him instead of just noticing his presence, I gasped. He was somewhere in his 30s, tall, dark, built and hairy. But that wasn't what made me nervous. What made me nervous was the fact that he was facing me, he was watching me, and he was slowly stroking his hard, thick cock.

Somehow, he saw my shaved body, and looked up to meet my eye. With a half-smile, he glanced back down again, and I knew he could see that I was already starting to swell up. "You like it?" he muttered, and I nodded.

"Yeah. I like it."

"Thought you would." He shut off his shower and came over to mine, his hand still on his cock as he walked. "Knew you liked cock soon as I saw you come in the room." His free hand reached out to shut off my own shower, then came to rest on my shoulder. "You just gonna stand there?" With a little push down on my shoulder, he made his point clear. And I took the cue.

I sank to my knees, my face now level with his cock, and reached up to replace his hand with mine. His dick was hard, and slick, and my hand glided along it from base to head and back until he thrust his hips forward. "Suck it!" The head nudged against my lips, and the contact maked me shiver. "Do it, boy. I know you've sucked a lot of cock in your time. Now you're gonna suck mine."

I'v never spent time in the shower with others but: His voice echoed off the grubby tiled walls, and the floor was cool and wet under my knees, and god only knows who could have walked in at any moment, and I was kneeling in front of a guy who was pushing his cock into my face. And every single thing about the situation made me want it more.

I wrapped my lips around the swollen head of his cock, searching out the slit with my tongue and getting a low groan in response. His hand came to rest on the back of my head and his hips started to rock, and I closed my eyes and wrapped a hand around my aching cock as he slowly fucked my face. "Fuck yeah, man. You do this a lot?"

His grip on my head became stronger, keeping me in place so that I couldn't have moved away even if I'd wanted to, and his thrusts became faster and harder. "You see a guy you know nothing about and you'll drop to your knees and suck his cock then and there?" I couldn't answer, but he laughed knowingly. "You let them fuck you too? You gonna let me fuck you?" I had never been taken from behind and Master new this but insisted Michele doesnt resist.
His thick cock steadily thrust between my lips, into the hot wetness of my mouth, as he spoke. Over and over, the hair at the base of his cock pressed into my nose, and as I breathed I could smell masculinity and arousal and sweat and it was the hottest fucking combination. I let my tongue trace along his cock and he groaned again, and then stopped, his cock halfway into my mouth. I ran my tongue around the head for a second, then paused too, and heard what he'd heard - footsteps, approaching the door.

"Get into a stall, Michele." I didn't hesitate, getting up and making a dash for a stall, shutting the door behind me but leaving it unlocked. My dick, unaffected by the interruption, was still hard and throbbing, and I sighed as I touched it. I slowly stroked as I listened to the sounds outside, and finally, the door to my stall opened and the guy (I still didn't know his name, I knew the size and shape and taste of his cock but I didn't know his name) came in, a bag in his hand.

"So you liked sucking my cock." It was a statement, not a question, but I nodded anyway. He smiled and reached down, his calloused hand roughly stroking my rock-hard cock until I gasped, and then pulled it away, despite my moan of protest. "Don't want you cumming yet. Plenty more I'm going to do to you first. Turn around."

I did as he said, turning away from him and bracing myself with my hands on the wall. I felt hands on my bare ass, stroking and kneading the flesh, and a low chuckle. "What a perfect ass. I know men who'd give their right arm for five minutes fucking this ass." There was a sharp sound, a sudden sting on my ass as he gave it a smack. "And I've got it here in front of me." His hands spread the cheeks of my ass and I heard myself moan.

For a second, one hand pulled away. I heard the zip of his bag, I heard rummaging, then I heard the snap of a cap, and my cock-and my whole body-gave a jerk. That sound, the sound of a lube bottle opening, means getting fucked. It means I'm going to be stretched, filled, used, bent over and pounded, and it means the craving within me will be at least briefly satisfied. A thick fingertip, cold and slick with lube, slowly pressed into my tight hole. "Oh yeah, boy," whispered the guy as I gasped. "You're so fucking tight. Never thought a slut like you would be this tight." He worked his finger further into my ass, further, then I felt it bend and I had to bite my lip to stop from crying out. His finger made slow circles in my ass before another one joined it, and I closed my eyes tight and tried to keep my breathing steady.

"You ready for it, boy?" came the whisper as his fingers slid out of my ass. "You ready for me to fuck you? Ready for my cock in your ass?"

"Yeah." I couldn't remember ever being so ready. But that wasn't enough - I felt another stinging slap to my ass, and yelped.

"Tell me that you want it."

I forced words out, trying to put the urgent desire in every atom of my body into speech. "I want it. I want it so bad. I want you to fuck my ass."

There were a couple of seconds when I felt nothing - just heard the snap of the lube bottle again, and a couple of wet strokes. Then I felt the slick, swollen head of his thick cock against my hole. Against it, but not into it, and I tried to push my hips back, almost crying with need. "Say please, boy."

"Please!" He pushed forward a little more, stretching my hole, and I was begging. "Please, fuck me! Please, I need it so bad, I need your cock in my ass. Do it, please..."

It was good enough for him. I bit my lip as I felt myself stretched, felt first the head and then the rest of his cock slowly push into my tight ass. The initial sting of stretching skin soon gave way to the deep, heavy feeling of amazing pleasure that I crave, and I couldn't keep quiet as he started to fuck me.

My wordless gasps and moans, with the occasional "oh my god, oh fuck" thrown in, seemed to spur him on. His thrusts became harder, his hard bare cock forcing its way into me, his balls slapping my ass and his hips grinding as he hit my prostate over and over. This was the best fuck I'd had in so long, and he knew it, from the way he drove that big cock into my ass.

"Damn, boy, you're so fucking good," he grunted between thrusts. "So tight, damn. You love it, don't you?" I did love it. His slick cock was filling me up, and his rough hand reached down to wrap around my own throbbing dick, and I knew I wasn't going to last too much longer. His thrusts slowed down, then sped up, never letting me get used to one pressure or one speed and making me gasp louder every time a lunge of his cock wasn't what I was expecting.

I clenched my muscles, tightening my ass around his cock, and was rewarded with a hiss and a harder thrust. Then another, then another, then I couldn't stop myself from crying out, as the final strokes of his hand on my cock and nudges of his cock against my prostate sent me over the edge. And then I was cumming harder than I ever had before, standing bent over in a stall with my hands braced against the wall and a guy whose name I didn't know slamming his cock into me, and my entire body afloat with incredible pleasure. He let out his own cry and I felt his cock twitch and my ass clench as he filled my hole with his cum. His thrusts slowed and his softening cock pulled out of me, and there I was, still holding myself up with my hands on the wall, panting, sweating, drained and filled with the load of a stranger.

"You were fucking awesome." The guy looked me up and down again, and grinned. "You'll see me here same time, same place, next week. You gonna be there?"

And I knew I would be if Master insisted, I hope Michele pleased Master.