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Breaking The norm Ch.1 Workout to Remember


It was a Tuesday first light and I was back to the casual hustle and bustle of the daily dweeb. Perhaps it sucked that much more after having just returning from the gay Caribbean, fresh off of my low cruise. ( suspiration ) I am already missing the fine Baroness Dudevant between my toes, yet here I am stuck in traffic 30 second into a 75 min commute to my first claim of the day. Here I am 23 twelvemonth old and had been working as a estimator technician for about 2 geezerhood out of barter school. I am a cable guy so to address, although nothing like that crazy ass motion-picture show. As a position hustle I managed personal networks, web page plan, and doing reparation that kind of stuff. I grew up in the city life so we always have to keep 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 combat-ready somebody, I love sports… spectating and acting. I have a membership at my local anaesthetic LA Fitness where my visits are almost daily. If I am not hitting the weights, then for certainly I'm playing basketball game. I am a distinctive guy, at least that what I like to think. better yet that's what I thought until my lifespan was flipped upside down, but we shall get there. I am about 5'11'’ and a solid 200 lbs of well-defined sinew. I always keep a low cut with waving that will get you sea sick if you gander too long.

As for my love life history ? ? ? ? ? ? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a horse that tends to graze in the same pasture for an put out geological period of time. Hey call me a player or womaniser if you will, but not a woman 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 read cleaning lady. All of my Friend envied me because the wish they could talk to half as many char as I had. They'd seed to me for all variety of advice, especially Ron ; for he always carried a notepad and pen just in display case he had to jot down any steer or points I may give. Wyrd, I know right but I guess when you're desperate you're desperate. But I wouldn't outcry myself cocky, just confident.

After what had turned out to be a comme il faut day of workplace I was making my way to the gym to shoot down some basket. As I entered the facility there was a Young lady following right after me. Being the man that I am, I was for sure to check the doorway for her.
"Thank you"she replied.
"Not a problem anytime"I responded.
As she passed me by I was hit with the sweet aroma of her perfume, which was enough to lustfully knock mike Mike Tyson out in his efflorescence. I hadn't paid much attention to her face being that she was behind me but I couldn't help notice this hour ice shaped woman now strolling in front of me. I so wanted to pelt along ahead and see if the face of what I've already perceived to be a goddess of fair sex matched its heavenly embodiment and olfactory property. But I didn't, I kept my cool and did my normal rounds at the front tabulator. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at least two people at the straw man counter.
"Hey gentlewoman, how are you today ?"
"Heyyyyyyy there Mr. I'm doing a lot better seeing you now. Where have you been ?"
"wellspring I was on vacation final workweek love. My friend and I went on a cruise to the Dame Rebecca West Indies."
"Oh and you didn't invite me I'm jealous… just playing."

I'm sure she wasn't though Lisa had been campaigning hard to get my attending ever since she started working here two month ago. For some grounds or another though she just always gave the vibe of unbalanced clingy type… you know.

"Awwww it was a lad only slip"was my only rebutter.
"Oh ok, well maybe next time right ?"
"ummmm errrrrr ahhhhh yeahhhh"I said sarcastically walking away.

After conversing with Lisa I had lost track of the unknown beautiful smelling fair sex who had passed me upon unveiling. As I walked towards the locker room I silently cursed myself for a missed opportunity to see her face. After changing into proper garb I casually walked out of the storage locker room and headed toward the motor hotel. On the way I stopped to take hold of a gulp of H2O from the fountain. As I stood up from my drink and turned around I was gripped by the aroma once more. In an wink my mind was made up that I must see this fair sex. I had turned into a bloodhound ; I trailed her smell across the gym until I found her mounting one of the elliptical simple machine. Man, seeing her in physical exercise attire consisting of retentive leotards and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to judge, she had to be about 5'6"140lbs of absolute eroticism. Her smooth caramel brownish cutis was as silky as I had ever seen on a woman. What made me give up in my path though was her Ass. That's right it was not a tail end, gluteus maximus, nor a derriere. Matter of fact calling it an ass might be an vilification, what she had was a level A DONK ! ! ! !. She had bole space like a 1972 Chevy Aepyceros melampus. Oh the fun I could have with her pillage. I had to end and admire how perfective an ass she had.

Forgetting my master intention, I mounted the motorcar succeeding to her, punching in some settings immediately glancing over to only damn near dip off the machine. She had a instinctive looker that was unmatched as far as I was concerned. Her hazelnut tree eyes felt as though they looked into my soul and extracted feelings I never knew existed within. Her oculus were perfect in every way down to the slight Asiatic slant they possessed. Eyebrows manicured immaculately to compliment her facial lineament. My spell was broken by her angelic voice.

"Are you ok ?"she asked

"Ummm yeah just lost my foothold there for a back thanks"if my skin colour wasn't so deep I'm pretty surely the blushing that was occurring would ingest been totally obvious."So what's your name I haven't seen you here before are you new to the gym ?"I figured why not spark conversation.

"well I just recently moved to this field but I've been a LA fitness member for a adept patch now."

"Oh ok auditory sensation proficient. wellspring I'm Brandon James, I'm sorry I didn't take in your name fille lady."

"capital of Wyoming Cross."and with that her headphones went on. As her workout began I couldn't keep my eyes off her. By the time I decided to call it quits I had a raging hard on that would receive been visible from the front room access of the brass if it hadn't been for the compression short I was wearing under my gym short. It had only been 15 minutes and my day at the gym was done. My head was spinning I had never yearned for a being so bad in my total life history. This was so uncharacteristic of me needless to say. On my way dwelling I did zero but think of this Cheyenne. Sadly all I had was a name and the lasting image of her working out ; that made me hungry than a prisoner on death row for some pussy.

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

"hello there Donna."
"Hello intimate coffee how do you do ? Or shall I say how can you do me ?"

Ahhhhh Donna she was about 5'8"or so foresighted dark pilus about 130lbs coco brownness skin that seemed to shimmer. She is what my circle of Friend would holler"Cougarriffic ”. She was in her late thirty but could easily pass for 28 or 29. She was a hot nip lawyer with no kids or spouse just a sound sexual appetency. She was one of my first client when I branched off on my side hustle. She refers to me as her birdsong boy, I just considered myself to be her tool on requirement. I didn't mind seeing how my sex driving force is through the roof, and on a night like tonight it was raging.

"wellspring Donna I am more than than volition 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 doorbell. She answered the threshold looking like a stunt double for Halle berry in Catwoman. I was surprised to say the least. That leather almost looked painted on it was so tight against her soma, which was impeccable if I must say so myself. One would never guess she was in her late XXX the way her C-cup chest sat up firm upon her breast. Her long wooden leg were tight and house as if she hadn't stopped running runway almost 20 yr ago in high school. Her mouth were total, soft and as juicy as could be ; they looked even more so this night as they were accented in red lipstick. Let me not forget my favorite attribute upon her, her ass. That too was immobile yet mild and pleasantly plump just as an ass man ( such as myself ) would adore. My prick just about tore through my trousers as I noticed the cat suit was crotch less. I damn near dropped the bottle of wine I was carrying as she turned to lead 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 lips and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very import that I noticed an upgrade to her living room. To my surprise a stripper magnetic pole had been installed. She pushed me down on to the sofa as she grasped the perch. ( Intriguing ) I thought to myself. I watched in amazement as she performed a emcee of different acrobatic trick to the R & B music acting in the rear. With all the effect of the day leading to the rod dancing I was about ready to split in my pants. I particularly enjoyed this one move where she jumped up on the Pole and used her pep pill body persuasiveness to hold in her descent with her legs wide open exposing her honey pot to my charge eyes. The second time she performed this tactical maneuver I could wait no to a greater extent. As she was coming down I jumped and positioned my aspect to be used as her landing striptease. As she made inter-group communication with my awaiting sassing I was rewarded with a mouth full her hot pussy succus and an ever so honeyed sound of her moan. I went to work beating and nibbling on her button making her screech and shiver in delight. She loved the way I devoured her pussycat with my sass. Yes I am what you would predict a twat eating cognoscente. I continued to dish out clitoral foreplay, perhaps longer than I would normally in part to nominate 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 face twice already I figure I would let her pen herself. While having her still straddle my fount I figure would kiss her love sanctuary until she gained enough posture to go on. She must sustain taken a couple of those 5 hour energy barb because to my surprise she slid down to my raging unvoiced extremity and went to town. She began by slowly licking the length of my light beam like a triggerman popsicle you get from the ice cream truck as a kid. I used to fantasize of having the girls in the neighborhood lick me in such mode as a pre-teen. Now Donna was an avid blower to say the least but tonight she was olympian, don't know if it was still the lingering thoughts of Cheyenne that made it that a lot better but the vigor Donna was working with was gon na have me explode in no time. She slowly throated as very much of me as she could before gagging a bit and came up to the head of my dick and began sucking boggy and energetically. I couldn't help but to envision the unknown whom I had meet earlier today making my toes kink at this very moment. Donna throated me two Sir Thomas More multiplication coming back up to my dick head virtually summoning my cum from the profoundness of my scrotum. With her diligent efforts and my intellection of Cheyenne my member would not return to Donna's throat as I was cumming what seemed to be an sea of nut into her mouth.

"Oh my Donna you have blown my darn windsock completely off."

"well the way you put it on me boy I had to regress the favor. ”