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Breaking The norm Ch.1 exercise to Remember


It was a Tues morning and I was back to the daily hustle and flurry of the everyday grind. Perhaps it sucked that much Sir Thomas More after having just returning from the sunny Caribbean, fresh off of my first cruise. ( suspiration ) I am already missing the delicately George Sand between my toes, yet here I am stuck in traffic 30 transactions into a 75 minute commute to my first of all call of the day. Here I am 23 years old and had been working as a calculator technician for about 2 years out of trade shoal. I am a cablegram guy so to address, although nothing like that crazy ass movie. As a side hustle I managed personal networks, web page design, and doing reparation that kind of stuff. I grew up in the metropolis life so we always have to go on a side hustle. I have to say I am doing pretty well for myself, being that I haven't even eclipsed that disastrous man statistical age of 25.

I am what you call an active voice person, I love sports… spectating and playacting. I have a membership at my local LA Fitness where my visits are almost daily. If I am not hitting the weight unit, then for for sure I'm playing basketball game. I am a distinctive guy, at to the lowest degree that what I like to cogitate. wagerer yet that's what I thought until my aliveness was flipped upside down, but we shall get there. I am about 5'11'’ and a upstanding 200 lbs of chiseled muscle. I always keep a low cut with wave that will get you sea sick if you gander too long.

As for my erotic love spirit ? ? ? ? ? ? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a horse that tends to crop in the same pasture for an protracted period of clock time. Hey call me a thespian or womanizer if you will, but not a char I've been with can say anything bad about me. Being the avid occupant of the gym that I was, let's just say I've had share of womanhood. I had mastered what many my say is the art of talking to and realise fair sex. All of my booster envied me because the wish they could talk to half as many women as I had. They'd come to me for all kinds of advice, especially Ron ; for he always carried a notepad and pen just in font he had to jot down any tips or points I may pass on. Weird, I know mighty but I guess when you're desperate you're desperate. But I wouldn't call myself cocky, just convinced.

After what had turned out to be a becoming day of study I was making my way to the gym to shoot some basket. As I entered the deftness there was a young gentlewoman following right after me. Being the man that I am, I was certainly to hold the room access for her.
"Thank you"she replied.
"Not a job anytime"I responded.
As she passed me by I was hit with the Henry Sweet scent of her fragrance, which was enough to lustfully pink mike Tyson out in his prime. I hadn't paid much attention to her face being that she was behind me but I couldn't help notice this hour glass shaped woman now strolling in movement of me. I so wanted to rush along ahead and see if the face of what I've already perceived to be a goddess of woman matched its celestial frame and smell. But I didn't, I kept my cool and did my rule bout at the front counter. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at least two multitude at the front counter.
"Hey lady, how are you today ?"
"Heyyyyyyy there Mr. I'm doing a lot better seeing you now. Where have you been ?"
"Well I was on vacation last week making love. My booster and I went on a cruise to the 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 laborious to get my care ever since she started working here two months ago. For some intellect or another though she just always gave the vibration of unbalanced clingy type… you know.

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

After conversing with Lisa I had lost caterpillar tread of the unidentified beautiful smelling woman who had passed me upon entry. As I walked towards the locker room I silently cursed myself for a missed chance to see her face. After changing into proper dress I casually walked out of the cabinet room and headed toward the judicature. On the way I stopped to snap up a draft of water from the outflow. As I stood up from my drink and turned around I was gripped by the aroma once more. In an instant my nous was made up that I must see this woman. I had turned into a bloodhound ; I trailed her olfactory property across the gym until I found her mounting one of the elliptical machines. Man, seeing her in exercising attire consisting of long tights and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to guess, she had to be about 5'6"140lbs of infrangible sexiness. Her tranquil caramel brown skin was as sleek as I had ever seen on a woman. What made me stop in my tracks though was her Ass. That's right wing it was not a butt, gluteus maximus, nor a derriere. affair of fact calling it an ass might be an abuse, what she had was a Grade A DONK ! ! ! !. She had trunk space like a 1972 Chevy Aepyceros melampus. Oh the fun I could have with her booty. I had to stop and admire how perfect an ass she had.

Forgetting my master copy intentions, I mounted the machine next to her, punching in some settings immediately glancing over to only beshrew near fall off the machine. She had a born beauty that was unmatched as far as I was concerned. Her hazel tree eye felt as though they looked into my soulfulness and extracted look I never knew existed within. Her eyes were gross in every way down to the fragile Asian pitch they possessed. Eyebrows manicured immaculately to compliment her facial feature. My trance was broken by her angelic voice.

"Are you ok ?"she asked

"Ummm yeah just lost my foothold there for a arcsecond thanks"if my skin colour wasn't so inscrutable I'm pretty sure the blushing that was occurring would own been totally obvious."So what's your epithet 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 surface area but I've been a LA Fitness member for a commodity while now."

"Oh ok sounds good. Well I'm Brandon James, I'm sorry I didn't catch your name misfire lady."

"Cheyenne Cross."and with that her headphone went on. As her exercising began I couldn't keep my oculus off her. By the time I decided to bid it quits I had a raging hard on that would take been visible from the front door of the organisation if it hadn't been for the compression short circuit I was wearing under my gym short circuit. It had only been 15 minutes and my day at the gym was done. My head word was spinning I had never yearned for a being so bad in my entire liveliness. 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 figure and the lasting look-alike of her working out ; that made me hungrier than a prisoner on death row for some pussy.

After showering and heating up some remnant for dinner ( yes I gets down in the kitchen ) I went and sat on the balcony of my condominium contemplating who I should bring down to still my sexual tensity. After about five or so minute of sitting I received a call option from Donna.

"Hello there Donna."
"how-do-you-do sexual deep brown how do you do ? Or shall I say how can you do me ?"

Ahhhhh Donna she was about 5'8"or so long dark hair about 130lbs coco John Brown skin that seemed to shimmer. She is what my rophy of friends would call"Cougarriffic ”. She was in her late XXX but could easily pass for 28 or 29. She was a hot shot attorney with no kids or spouse just a healthy intimate appetite. She was one of my first client when I branched off on my English hustle. She refers to me as her call boy, I just considered myself to be her dick on demand. I didn't judgement seeing how my sex drive is through the roof, and on a night like tonight it was raging.

"fountainhead 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 proceedings later I found myself ringing Donna's doorbell. She answered the room access looking like a stunt look-alike for Halle Berry in Catwoman. I was surprised to say the least. That leather almost looked painted on it was so soused against her frame, which was faultless if I must say so myself. One would never guess she was in her belated thirties the way her C-cup breast sat up business firm upon her chest. Her long wooden leg were soaked and firm as if she hadn't stopped running track almost 20 years ago in high school. Her lips were full, voiced and as juicy as could be ; they looked even more so tonight as they were accented in red lipstick. Let me not forget my favorite property upon her, her ass. That too was firm yet mild and pleasantly plump just as an ass man ( such as myself ) would adore. My dick just about tore through my trousers as I noticed the cat wooing was crotch less. I damn near dropped the bottle of vino I was carrying as she turned to lead me in. That's when it was revealed that the cat cortege was also assless.

"Soooooooooo Brandon you're late."

"Yeah I'm"… I was cut off with her fingerbreadth to my lips and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very bit that I noticed an upgrade to her living room. To my surprise a striptease celestial pole had been installed. She pushed me down on to the sofa as she grasped the Pole. ( Intriguing ) I thought to myself. I watched in amazement as she performed a host of different acrobatic conjuring trick to the R & B euphony playacting in the back. With all the events of the day leading to the celestial pole dance I was about gear up to burst in my gasp. I particularly enjoyed this one relocation where she jumped up on the rod and used her upper trunk specialty to control her descent with her legs blanket open exposing her beloved pot to my excited oculus. The second metre she performed this simulated military operation I could wait no more. As she was coming down I jumped and positioned my nerve to be used as her landing place strip. As she made link with my awaiting mouth I was rewarded with a back talk wide her hot pussy succus and an ever so sweet-flavored phone of her moan. I went to work licking and nibbling on her clit making her screech and quiver in pleasure. She loved the way I devoured her pussy with my mouth. Yes I am what you would call a slit eating connoisseur. I continued to distribute clitoral foreplay, perhaps longer than I would normally in part to stool 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 draw up herself. While having her still range my human face I figure would osculate her love sanctuary until she gained enough strength to go on. She must have taken a mates of those 5 hour energy shaft because to my surprise she slid down to my raging knockout appendage and went to town. She began by slowly licking the duration of my shaft like a torpedo Popsicle you get from the ice cream truck as a kid. I used to fantasy of having the girls in the region puzzle out me in such mode as a pre-teen. Now Donna was an esurient cetacean mammal to say the to the lowest degree but tonight she was especial, don't know if it was still the lingering thoughts of Cheyenne that made it that a lot improve but the energy Donna was working with was gon na stimulate me explode in no meter. 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 slipshod and energetically. I couldn't help but to envision the stranger whom I had meet earlier today making my toes curl at this very moment. Donna throated me two more metre coming back up to my dick head virtually summoning my seeds from the depths of my scrotum. With her diligent efforts and my persuasion 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 damn air-sleeve completely off."

"Well the way you put it on me boy I had to generate the favor. ”