by Anya Aurelie
And then she demonstrated, taking a huge gulp of air and then popping down below the surface with her whole body. She’d pulled her hair into a ponytail to swim her laps, and the tail shot up behind her on her descent.
Her mouth landed on his cock, warm wetness countering the cool wetness of the pool. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, and watched, looking down through the water at her wavy figure, distorted by the water, as her red lips took more and more of him inside of her, filling her mouth with his cock.
Now he too began to moan, feeling freer now with his back to the window into the gym and his the lone figure in the pool. If someone looked in now, they wouldn’t suspect a thing — Laurel was completely out of sight.
And she was right: she could hold her breath for a very long time. He was impressed with her skill, both in breath and in lips and tongue as she worked up and down his cock over and over, getting him harder and harder until he couldn’t stand it anymore.
She cupped his balls in one hand, her tongue still making circles around his cock while it was deep in her throat, massaging him while deepthroating him at the same time — that was some magic right there. He pushed into her and felt himself hit the back of her throat, loved looking down and seeing her light skin against his dark cock as it disappeared into her mouth.
Just when he thought he was about to shoot his cum down her throat, she finally pulled away from him and resurfaced. Marcus took a quick glance behind him at the window. Still safe.
“That was amazing,” he gasped out, feeling like all the blood in his body had rushed to his cock, leaving none left for his brain.
“I told you I could hold my breath for a long time,” she said with a smirk that he found very sexy.
Glancing behind him again, he grabbed her breasts again, unable to resist, pushing his hands deep inside her swimsuit to squeeze whole handfuls of them. He couldn’t get enough.
He hoped she would duck down below the surface again and finish him off, was so horny he felt almost frenzied, and by the way she was reacting to his touch he guessed that she was getting worked up again herself.
“Fuck me,” she said, looking at him directly in that piercing way she had.
“Right here?” he asked, his heart racing at the possibility. But how?
“Yes.” She sounded certain. He pushed her up against the wall and stood in front of her where he could keep an eye on that window. She could keep an eye on the doors to the locker rooms, where someone might appear at any moment. The hallways leading out from the locker rooms to the pool were made of frosted glass, luckily, so she’d be able to see if someone were coming and they’d have a few seconds to rearrange.
He hoped they wouldn’t have to.
His swim shorts still down around his ankles, floating in the water, he pushed aside one side of her suit, revealing her shaved pink cunt, and his cock throbbed just looking at it, even distorted as it was through the water. Then he aligned himself at her opening and pushed.
It took him a moment to work his way inside of her, the aquatic environment not providing quite the lubrication he was used to, but it was worth it. Oh, it was so worth it. Her cunt was tight and wet inside, warm and welcoming, and he kept the swimsuit pulled to the side with one hand as with the other he began to explore her body. He rubbed up and down her, feeling the contours of her tight stomach, her soft breasts, her hard nipples.
He began to thrust now, trying to hold himself back but so turned on that it was impossible to resist practically pounding into her, or as hard as he could with the weightless feeling of the water around them.
“Will you come inside of me?” she gasped, looking at him with a pleading expression. “I want a baby. Please.”
Marcus was surprised, but didn’t ease up on his pace. If anything, he moved faster, the idea sending even more blood rushing to his cock.
“My husband won’t fuck me — I have to get pregnant somehow,” she said.
“Is that why you’re doing this?” he said. It was starting to make sense now.
“Well,” she said between his thrusts, “that and because I’m so fucking horny I can’t stand it anymore. But yes, I want your sperm. Fill me up. Fill me with your seed.”
Marcus moaned, the idea of draining his balls into this woman almost more than he could take.
“Do it. Fill me up. I want every drop of your cum,” she groaned, and with a final thrust Marcus felt the growing feeling in his balls begin to shift and then start to shoot out of him in an explosion of pleasure, filling her tight, unprotected cunt as he continued to stretch her around him, emptying his balls inside of her.
When he was certain that every drop he had had left his body, he slowly pulled out of her, almost dizzy with the exertion, and she smoothed her swimsuit back into place and smiled sweetly at him, satisfied.
Marcus pulled his swim shorts back up and tied them at his waist, glancing at the clock.
“I need to be getting to my next appointment,” he said, realizing suddenly how long they’d been there.
“And I should get home,” Laurel said lightly. She looked so happy she was almost glowing. He wondered if soon she’d be glowing with hormones, whether he’d succeeded in getting her pregnant. He imagined her belly swelling. Would she still come into the gym every day if it did? Swimming was one of the best exercises to do during pregnancy, he knew, so he guessed she would still come regularly. He looked forward to it.
As Laurel hoisted herself up the ladder out of the pool, the door to the men’s locker room opened and a woman appeared in a sports bikini. They had just barely managed to avoid getting caught, and he breathed out a sigh of relief that the woman hadn’t appeared moments earlier, as he was filling Laurel’s cunt with his load.
Marcus climbed the ladder after her, and as they disappeared into separate locker rooms, she smiled one last smile at him with her twinkling blue eyes. “Thanks,” she whispered.
He winked. “See you soon.”
Two down. Now he was neck and neck with Andre. And oh what fun this contest was turning out to be.
Seducing the Horny Housewives, #3
The warm, wet pussy clenched his cock hard as he shoved into it, grabbing with one hand at the woman’s soft breasts with their perky nipples, water forming into little whirlpools around their bodies as they moved against one another in the pool. He pulled her swimsuit further aside and plunged inside of her again and again, watching his dark cock disappear into her light pink hole, feeling the intensity grow in his balls.
Finally he erupted into her. He filled the tight, unprotected cunt with his hot cum, pouring himself deep inside of her, wanting to impregnate her with his seed. She watched him, loving every second of it, taking his cum with joy and pushing onto his cock to take in every drop of it. She wanted to get pregnant by him — wanted his fertile seed to help her create the baby her husband wouldn’t give her.
Balls finally drained, Marcus pulled out of Laurel…and opened his eyes.
The world slowly came back into focus. He was at home in his apartment, not in the pool. He was lying in bed, and had been dreaming. In his dream, he had gotten to relive the moment several days earlier when he had fucked one of the gorgeous young housewives at the gym where he worked. Laurel. Her tits had bounced with his thrusts, and they had narrowly missed getting walked in on as he took her in the lap pool.
It had been amazing.
And then his mind shifted to Colleen, the other housewife he had fucked just a few days before that, one of his personal training clients. Oh, it was good, all this tight white pussy he’d been getting. Colleen too had hoped to get pregnant with his sperm, he remembered, and he had filled her up with glee. Marcus stroked his stiff cock, remembering their tryst on the mat, how he had spread her open and poured his cream into her hole.
Two down, he thought. Who’s next? Marcus had made a bed with his friend and coworker Andre to see who could get inside the panties of more of the young married women who filled their gym
during the weekdays while their rich, powerful husbands were at work. Their husbands thought they were so important, Marcus thought, but little did they know that while they were at work making big, important business deals, their wives were getting taken hard by big, black personal trainers.
Well, they’d find out soon enough. They’d figure it out when their wives gave birth to babies who didn’t look like them. Maybe then they’d realize they should’ve spent a little more time fucking their wives and a little less time fucking over their business associates.
Who next? Marcus wondered again, still stroking his cock and thinking about his roster of personal training clients. Who wanted to get filled up by him? His mind shifted from woman to woman, all these pretty young housewives with too much time on their hands. It was so wrong, he knew, to seduce the women who paid him to train them, and he could lose his job over it too.
But it was so worth it. And there was no turning back now.
As his mind turned from one housewife to the next, imagining easing into each pussy in turn, his cock throbbed in his hand. There was Charlene, the dark-haired beauty with dimples when she smiled. Christy, the young, freckled blonde with the thin waist and exaggerated curves in the ass and tits. Melissa, whose crazy curls sprung out of her hair tie with every workout.
And then there was Annette Hollingson, the pain-in-the-ass. She was the housewife Marcus and Andre were competing over. The loser — whoever of them fucked fewer housewives within two weeks — would have to take her on as their personal training client. She was the worst. She was known for complaining about everything, for never being satisfied.
Marcus wondered with a grin whether he could satisfy her with his massive cock. Personality aside, she wasn’t bad-looking: As a daily gym-goer, she had a tight, perfect body, rounded ass, and perky, medium-sized breasts — just right for a grabbing a handful, Marcus thought. Her light brown hair was highlighted in sunny streaks that he imagined took hundreds of dollars a month to maintain, and her mouth puckered into a full pout when she was upset about something, which was often — a pout that he could just imagine sliding his thick cock into, having her gag on it.
Without even realizing how turned on he was at the idea of Annette, Marcus was surprised when his sensitive cock began to throb, and then his cum traveled from his balls all the way down the length of his shaft and he pulsed out his release, imagining Annette down on her knees sucking him, imagining pulling out midway through to shove his cock deep inside of her and pour the rest of his creamy load into her pussy.
The moment he’d finished coming, though, Marcus’s interest turned to horror. Annette? Had he really just made himself come thinking of that horrible woman? The woman he was doing all he could to avoid? The woman he would have to deal with if he lost this bet?
He shook his head, laughing to himself, and got up. He would have to come up with someone else to seduce. Imagination was one thing, but in reality, Annette was the last person he wanted to sleep with.
Later that day, Marcus pulled into the parking lot at the gym right as Andre was arriving too.
“Hey, man,” he said, clapping Andre on the shoulder. “So spill it. Where are you with our little bet?” The last time they’d spoken, Andre had slept with two women, and Marcus had only had one. But that was before Laurel.
Andre smiled broadly at him. “You know how they say third time’s the charm?”
Marcus raised his eyebrows at his friend.
“Well, good ol’ number three sure charmed me.”
“You’ve got three already?” Marcus asked in amazement. When they’d first started the bet, Marcus had thought it would be difficult to seduce even one of these women. Now he saw just how sex-starved many of them were. Between the two of them, they’d slept with five women in the past week and a half.
There were only three days left in the contest, and Marcus was determined to win. But with Andre ahead by one and so little time remaining, it didn’t seem possible. The next best thing would be a tie, and if that was the best he could do, so be it. At least it wouldn’t mean losing.
“So what about you?” Andre asked. “What’s your number?”
“Oh…” Marcus said, embarrassed. “I’m at two. But it’s all about quality, right, not quantity.”
Andre laughed. “Not in this game.”
They pushed through the main doors into the gym and looked around them. It was 10 a.m., prime time for housewives, and there were some very nice bodies on display. Marcus made his choice quickly and approached a woman who was struggling with the lat machine. She was tanned with shiny, wavy black hair that she hadn’t bothered to pull back into a ponytail.
“Need some pointers?” he asked.
She turned to him, embarrassed. “Oh, is it that obvious?”
He went through his typical spiel, helping her get into position, pointing out which muscles she should be engaging as she used the machine, and ending with an “I’m a personal trainer here, if you ever need more in-depth help” as he flashed a charming grin. But the woman didn’t respond to his touch when he brushed her arm to point out which muscles should be used. She froze up at his touch, in fact, seeming to shrink away.
He took his cue and left her alone.
His first client was at 10:15, a woman named Addie. Damn, he thought. Not hot. Not young, either. Although he immediately chastised himself for thinking it, he knew that this game was changing him. It was changing the way he thought about his job and about his clients. It was turning him from a trainer intent on improving the strength and musculature of his clients to one focused exclusively on what they looked like on the outside, the exact thing he always warned clients away from.
“Focus on the process,” he always said. “Focus on getting stronger, and looking better will follow.” But now he himself was focused on looks.
Oh well. There would be time to think about that later. For now, he had a mission.
The 10:15 session went by slowly, and the following session was no better. The one after that was a hot young housewife named Rachel, but she seemed distracted and unresponsive when he touched her. Had he just gotten lucky those first few times, and hit on the only two women in the gym who would actually be into fucking him?
Maybe. Or maybe he was just having an off day.
By the time he left for home that night, however, he had to admit that this was not going as he’d planned. Two days left in the contest, and he’d eliminated almost everyone on his client roster already. Tomorrow he’d try harder, he promised himself.
But the next day was no better, and finally he was on the very last day of the contest. Andre hadn’t slept with anyone else, he knew, but unless Marcus fucked someone that very day, he’d lose. He’d never lost a thing in his life, and the idea of starting now wasn’t a fun one.
His sour mood got worse when he walked into work that morning and saw none other than Mrs. Annette Hollingson herself. The young woman was complaining again, leaning over the front desk to make her small body appear larger and more intimidating, and based on the look of practiced patience on the receptionist’s face, he guessed this berating had been going on for a while now.
“Hi Annette,” he said with a grin as he walked past, trying to ease the tension. She tossed her perfectly highlighted hair and glanced at him, gave a curt nod, and then went back to her tirade.
Marcus had no idea what she was on about today, but he didn’t bother to listen. He was too busy watching the way she shifted from foot to foot as she spoke, and the way it made each ass cheek lift and then fall in turn as she did so. Her ass was so high and tight, and the yoga pants she wore showed it off perfectly. He wondered what she looked like beneath those pants.
Stop it! he told himself. Of all the women at this gym, she was the one who was off-limits. Not because she was unattractive, not because her husband was more important than the others’, but because she was the one who, without a doubt, would make his life miserable if he fucked her. She was the one who was most
likely to tell his boss. The one most likely to send him withering glares and complain about every little thing he did for months afterward, even if she had enjoyed herself in the moment. She was the one person he would never let his guard down with.
