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breaking The Norm Ch.1 physical exertion to Remember


It was a Tuesday morn and I was back to the daily hustle and bustle of the everyday mill. Perhaps it sucked that much more after having just returning from the sunny Caribbean, fresh off of my firstly cruise. ( sigh ) I am already missing the fine guts between my toes, yet here I am stuck in traffic 30 minutes into a 75 minute commute to my first-class honours degree outcry of the day. Here I am 23 geezerhood old and had been working as a computer technician for about 2 eld out of patronage schooltime. I am a cable guy so to utter, although zip like that crazy ass movie. As a side hustle I managed personal networks, web varlet design, and doing fix that kind of stuff. I grew up in the metropolis spirit so we always have to keep open a side hustle. I have to say I am doing pretty well for myself, being that I haven't even eclipsed that black man statistical age of 25.

I am what you call an active soul, I love sports… spectating and playing. I have a membership at my local LA Fitness where my sojourn are almost daily. If I am not hitting the weights, then for sure enough I'm playing basketball. I am a typical guy, at least that what I like to recollect. better yet that's what I thought until my liveliness was flipped upside down, but we shall get there. I am about 5'11'’ and a solid state 200 lbs of chiseled muscle. I always keep on a low cut with waves that will get you sea barf if you gander too long.

As for my beloved life ? ? ? ? ? ? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a cavalry that tends to browse in the Saame pasture for an draw out period of clock time. Hey ring me a histrion or philanderer if you will, but not a cleaning lady I've been with can say anything bad about me. Being the avid occupier of the gym that I was, let's just say I've had share of women. I had mastered what many my say is the art of talking to and infer women. All of my ally envied me because the wish they could sing to half as many cleaning woman as I had. They'd ejaculate to me for all form of advice, especially Ron ; for he always carried a notepad and pen just in case he had to jot down any backsheesh or full point I may give. Weird, I know right but I guess when you're desperate you're desperate. But I wouldn't call myself cocky, just confident.

After what had turned out to be a enough day of piece of work I was making my way to the gym to spud some basketball game. As I entered the facility there was a young lady following right after me. Being the gentleman that I am, I was sure enough to hold up the door for her.
"Thank you"she replied.
"Not a trouble anytime"I responded.
As she passed me by I was hit with the sweet aroma of her perfume, which was enough to lustfully knock microphone Tyson out in his prime of life. I hadn't paid much attention to her face being that she was behind me but I couldn't help find this hour chalk shaped woman now strolling in nominal head of me. I so wanted to hie ahead and see if the font of what I've already perceived to be a goddess of woman matched its heavenly shape and olfactory perception. But I didn't, I kept my assuredness and did my normal rounds at the movement return. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at to the lowest degree two masses at the front counter.
"Hey noblewoman, how are you today ?"
"Heyyyyyyy there Mr I'm doing a lot better seeing you now. Where have you been ?"
"fountainhead I was on vacation last workweek love. My friends and I went on a cruise to the West Indies."
"Oh and you didn't invite me I'm jealous… just playing."

I'm indisputable she wasn't though Lisa had been campaigning difficult to get my attention ever since she started working here two months ago. For some reason or another though she just always gave the vibration of weirdo clingy type… you know.

"Awwww it was a bloke only stumble"was my lone rebuttal.
"Oh ok, well maybe succeeding time right ?"
"ummmm errrrrr ahhhhh yeahhhh"I said sarcastically walking away.

After conversing with Lisa I had lost track of the nameless beautiful smelling womanhood who had passed me upon entry. As I walked towards the locker room I silently cursed myself for a lost opportunity to see her typeface. After changing into proper attire I casually walked out of the locker room and headed toward the courtyard. On the way I stopped to snaffle a swig of body of water from the fountain. As I stood up from my boozing and turned around I was gripped by the fragrance once more. In an instant my mind was made up that I must see this womanhood. I had turned into a sleuthhound ; I trailed her scent across the gym until I found her mounting one of the egg-shaped machines. Man, seeing her in workout attire consisting of long leotards and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to guess, she had to be about 5'6"140lbs of absolute amativeness. Her smooth caramel embrown skin was as silky as I had ever seen on a woman. What made me stop in my tracks though was her Ass. That's right it was not a butt, gluteus maximus, nor a derriere. Matter of fact calling it an ass might be an insult, what she had was a Grade A DONK ! ! ! !. She had trunk infinite like a 1972 Chevy impala. Oh the fun I could suffer with her booty. I had to stop and admire how perfect an ass she had.

Forgetting my original aim, I mounted the motorcar next to her, punching in some scope immediately glancing over to only damn near fall off the auto. She had a natural mantrap that was unmatched as far as I was occupy. Her hazel eyes felt as though they looked into my person and extracted belief I never knew existed within. Her eyes were thoroughgoing in every way down to the little Asian angle they possessed. Eyebrows manicured immaculately to congratulate her facial feature film. My trance was broken by her angelic voice.

"Are you ok ?"she asked

"Ummm yeah just lost my ground there for a instant thanks"if my skin colour wasn't so trench I'm pretty sure as shooting the blushing that was occurring would cause been totally obvious."So what's your gens I haven't seen you here before are you new to the gym ?"I figured why not twinkle conversation.

"Well I just recently moved to this sphere but I've been a LA Fitness member for a unspoiled while now."

"Oh ok phone right. well I'm Brandon James II, I'm sorry I didn't catch your name miss lady."

"Cheyenne Cross."and with that her headphone went on. As her physical exercise began I couldn't keep on my eyes off her. By the time I decided to call it quits I had a raging hard on that would deliver been seeable from the front threshold of the validation if it hadn't been for the compression shorts I was wearing under my gym boxershorts. It had only been 15 bit and my day at the gym was done. My forefront was spinning I had never yearned for a being so bad in my entire living. This was so uncharacteristic of me needless to say. On my way home I did nothing but think of this Cheyenne. Sadly all I had was a name and the lasting figure of speech of her working out ; that made me hungry than a prisoner on demise row for some pussy.

After showering and heating up some leftovers for dinner ( yes I gets down in the kitchen ) I went and sat on the balcony of my condo contemplating who I should visit to relieve my sexual stress. After about five or so minutes of sitting I received a call from Donna.

"howdy there Donna."
"hello sexual chocolate how do you do ? Or shall I say how can you do me ?"

Ahhhhh Donna she was about 5'8"or so foresightful dark hair about 130lbs coco palm brown skin that seemed to shimmer. She is what my circle of friends would call in"Cougarriffic ”. She was in her former thirties but could easily buy the farm for 28 or 29. She was a hot crack lawyer with no kids or spouse just a sizable intimate appetite. She was one of my first customer when I branched off on my side hustle. She refers to me as her call boy, I just considered myself to be her dick on demand. I didn't mind seeing how my sex drive is through the roof, and on a night like tonight it was raging.

"wellspring Donna I am more than willing to do you however it is you desire to be done."
"Hmmmm interesting be at my loft in an hour."

Approximately 63 minutes later I found myself ringing Donna's bell. She answered the door looking like a stunt doubling for Halle Berry in Catwoman. I was surprised to say the least. That leather almost looked painted on it was so tight against her frame, which was impeccable if I must say so myself. One would never guess she was in her late thirties the way her C-cup tit sat up firm upon her pectus. Her yearn legs were smashed and firm as if she hadn't stopped running track almost 20 geezerhood ago in high school. Her lips were full, mild and as juicy as could be ; they looked even more so tonight as they were accented in red lipstick. Let me not blank out my favorite attribute upon her, her ass. That too was firm yet indulgent and pleasantly plunk just as an ass man ( such as myself ) would adore. My dick just about tore through my pant as I noticed the cat suit was crotch less. I damn near dropped the bottle of vino I was carrying as she turned to precede me in. That's when it was revealed that the cat suite was also assless.

"Soooooooooo Brandon you're late."

"Yeah I'm"… I was cut off with her finger's breadth to my sass and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very moment that I noticed an raise to her life room. To my surprisal a stripper pole had been installed. She pushed me down on to the sofa as she grasped the magnetic pole. ( Intriguing ) I thought to myself. I watched in astonishment as she performed a boniface of different acrobatic tricks to the R & B music playacting in the back. With all the events of the day leading to the rod dance I was about prepare to break open in my pants. I particularly enjoyed this one motility where she jumped up on the rod and used her upper physical structure military strength to control her decline with her legs wide open exposing her love pot to my excited eyes. The 2d time she performed this tactics I could wait no More. As she was coming down I jumped and positioned my face to be used as her landing place strip. As she made contact with my awaiting back talk I was rewarded with a mouth full-of-the-moon her hot pussy juice and an ever so seraphic sound of her moan. I went to work trouncing and nibbling on her button making her scream and shakiness in pleasure. She loved the way I devoured her pussy with my mouth. Yes I am what you would ring a pussy eating connoisseur. I continued to administrate clitoric stimulation, perhaps recollective than I would normally in voice to make up for my tardiness.

"YES YES AHHHHHHHH RI…………… THERE OH OH OH OHHHHHHHHHH SSSSHHHHHIIIIIITTTTT………….. You damn young whipper snapper."

After having her shutter upon my case twice already I figure I would let her compose herself. While having her still straddle my look I figure would kiss her beloved asylum until she gained enough strength to go on. She must have taken a distich of those 5 hour Department of Energy stroke because to my surprise she slid down to my raging hard extremity and went to town. She began by slowly licking the length of my shaft like a torpedo ice lolly you get from the ice cream truck as a kid. I used to fantasize of having the girls in the neighbourhood solve me in such way as a pre-teen. Now Donna was an avid blower to say the least but tonight she was exceptional, don't know if it was still the lingering thoughts of capital of Wyoming that made it that often honest but the vigor Donna was working with was gon na have me explode in no metre. She slowly throated as much of me as she could before gagging a bit and came up to the head of my dick and began sucking sloppy and energetically. I couldn't help but to envision the stranger whom I had meet earlier today making my toes curl at this very minute. Donna throated me two more time coming back up to my cock head virtually summoning my seed from the astuteness of my scrotum. With her diligent attempt and my intellection of Cheyenne my member would not return to Donna's throat as I was cumming what seemed to be an ocean of nut into her mouth.

"Oh my Donna you have blown my shucks socks completely off."

"fountainhead the way you put it on me boy I had to turn back the favor. ”