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Sexercise

By: Many Feathers



I'd been out of work for the better part of two months. If it hadn't been for my live-in girlfriend, I'd be out living on the street. Candice, though I along with everyone else called her "Candy", made a pretty good income working at a Spa and Fitness center that catered exclusively to women. As such, it was owned and operated by a woman named Jane who was in her early fifties, but looked fifteen years younger than that. Most of which I attributed to the Spa and Fitness center she operated.

With my being out of work, I was just about ready to take on any kind of job as Candy's savings was rapidly dwindling. I was sitting at our kitchen table having made numerous phone calls while pouring over the 'Help Wanted' ads in the paper when Candy arrived home from work.

"Any luck?" she asked as she came in through the back door. 

"No damn it. Unless I'm ready to start flipping burgers again," I added. 

One thing I liked about Candy's working at the Spa was the fact she got to wear some interesting outfits. She had a taut 'hard-body' anyway, but seeing those full luscious tits of hers pressing against the often tight fitting tops she wore never failed to give me an erection. And as I sat there looking at her as she opened the door of the refrigerator looking for the non-existent orange juice I'd polished off earlier, I couldn't help but notice her erect nipples. They hadn't been as erect moments ago, but with the cold from the refrigerator welcoming her home, they stood up stiff and proud in greeting. For a moment, I visualized the 'Maytag' guy sitting inside the fridge blowing on her tits with his cold breath.

"Uh Brad? You drink all the orange juice again?"

Candy was wearing her long light brown hair in a braided ponytail that just reached the small of her back. Standing up, she whipped it around looking at me. I'd been warned the last time about not leaving her at least one glass of OJ to enjoy after a hard day at work.

"Sorry, yes. I got tired of drinking coffee," I said lamely, knowing full well what was coming.

"Remember what I told you?" she said simply.

I did, but I didn't think she was all that serious when she said it. Obviously, she was.

"Yeah?" I responded, wondering if she was in fact going to hold me to my promise.

"I wasn't kidding Brad," she said seriously, the look on her face not the normal 'Candy-coated' look I often teased her about having whenever she was in one of her more playful moods. As she stood there, nipples staring at me accusingly, she looked anything but playful.

"I know," I responded meekly.

I had promised her the last time. Candy had told me then that if I drank the last of the orange juice that she'd expect, actually demand, that I do whatever she told me to do by way of making it up to her. I hadn't thought her all that serious, so I promised I would. Obviously, she'd been a lot more serious that I realized she was. And fact was, I really was a man of my word. I'd never once broken a promise I had made to anyone. Expecting to have to perform some sort of neglected chore in addition to those I was already doing since being out of work, I responded.

"I'll do whatever you want or need me to do Candy, I really am sorry!"

She grinned. When she lifted up one half of the tube-top she was wearing, I knew she was serious. Candy had an unusual way of keeping my attention focused on her. Revealing one of the "twins" as she referred to her breasts, she stood nonchalantly fingering and toying with her aroused nipple while looking at me.

"There's an opening at the Spa," she began. "Until you can find another job, I think you're going to apply for the opening we have."

I felt like I was watching someone swinging a watch back and forth in front of my face. I could almost hear the words being softly spoken in the background.

"Sleepy, you're eyes are growing heavy. You're going to take whatever fucking job I tell you to take, and then you're going to eat my pussy until you drop."

Of course she wasn't saying that. But she might as well have been.

"I thought only women worked there?" I asked curious.

"Only women do!" she said eyeing me.

"Then how the hell am I supposed to get a job there?" I questioned incredulously.

Candy grinned; lifting up the other side of the tube-top to show me this was a double-barreled 'shot-gun' kind of a talk. With both of the 'twins' making an appearance, I knew there was good and bad. The good being, I'd soon be sucking both of them, amongst other things. The bad being, I was about to make a pact with the Devil who also went by the name 'Candy'. "You know that Jane and I get along really well together."

"Hmmm", I thought. One of my 'day-time' fantasies already being rewound as we sat there talking about it. "Yes, I know you are." I said aloud, thinking as I did, "Pussy friendly too?"

"I know that look on your face Brad, I'm being serious here." Candy removed the top and began working on the spandex shorts she was wearing. Pulling them all the way off, she placed one foot on the seat of the kitchen chair slipping a finger inside of herself. 

"I can see that," I responded once again. Candy was pulling out all of the stops obviously. She knew that I loved watching her play with herself, something that she often did whenever she wanted to drive home her point before allowing me too.

"So, just how the hell am I supposed to get a job working there if only women are the ones who work there?"

"Well, you really don't have much body hair, and what you do have, we can get rid of!" she exclaimed.

"Candy! You can't be serious!"

She shoved two fingers inside her pussy, her face screwing up in pleasure as she did.

"Fuck! You are serious!"

One thing I'd learned, when Candy got an idea in her head, and was using sex (which she often did) as a way to press home her point, masturbating herself with no intention of allowing me to become involved, while teasing the shit out of me, was her way of making sure I was going to go along.

"Well?"

"I'm screwed," I allowed myself to breath.

Candy giggled. "At least we won't have to do anything with your hair," she said still sliding her fingers in and out of that deliciously wet quim.

Though my hair wasn't nearly as long as hers was, it did fall well down between my shoulder blades. 

"With a little styling, some make-up, you just might pass yourself off as a woman," she said breathing hard.

"How'd I get myself into this?" I asked with my eyes currently glued to her pussy.

"I think it had something, ah...something to do, to do with.....ah, oh...oh, the, the...orange...JUICE!" Candy cried as she squirted enough juice to have refilled my glass, and hers!

#

Once she'd composed herself, also putting the 'twins' away, Candy sat down at the table facing me.

"Just how do you intend to pull this off?" I asked.

"Easy." 

I watched as Candy picked up her cell phone. "I know Jane is working late tonight," she began, already dialing the number. Second's later, Jane answered.

"Hi Jane, Candy. Listen, I think I might know someone who'd be perfect for that 'gofer' job you have listed."

I sat there watching Candy's expression for any sign that the job was hopefully already filled. When I saw the smile on her face however, I knew there was no such luck.

"Sure! I can have her there first thing in the morning! That would be great Jane, and thank you!"

Hanging up, she grinned at me. "Well, you're to be there to meet her first thing in the morning, six-thirty sharp!"

"Six thirty? Jesus H Candy, that's kind of pushing it a little isn't it? And besides, I don't have a fucking clue as to how we're going to actually do this!"

"Don't worry Brandi..."

"Brandi? Why'd you call me that for?"

"Cause, that's going to be your new name for a while, so you might as well get used to it now, Brad - Brandi," Candy said grinning at me. "And, we have a lot of things to do tonight, after..."

"After what?" I asked.

"After you do your ABC's for me of course."

Candy liked it when I did that. And to be honest, I loved doing it. She usually never made it through two, maybe three verses. She was already climbing up onto the kitchen table, that delicious pussy winking at me as she made herself comfortable. I scooted up my chair between her legs, where she placed each one over my shoulders. Her scent was intoxicating, she was already wet, wonderfully aroused, so I doubted this was really going to take a very long time. Spreading her labia apart with my fingers, I exposed her swollen pink pearled pleasure button and began.

"Aay...Bee...Thee...Dee...Eee...Efth...Gee..."

Tongue stroking her pussy with my tongue while singing the ABC song never failed to set her off, sometimes I went through it twice, but she always climaxed midway through the third time. Tonight was no different. Licking her hard little clit, singing into her pussy as I did, she was bouncing around like crazy nearing her orgasm as I got half way through the second time around.

"El, Emeno Pee!"

Candy loved that part as I always licked her really fast, driving her crazy. If she was close, which she certainly had been this time, it never failed to send her off.

"Que...Arrrr....Esth...."

Candy came before I hit 'T', so I latched onto her clit, sucking it for all I was worth, while Candy lived up to her name, flooding my mouth with it.

Sliding off the table, she glanced down at my near painful erection. "Next time, leave me some orange juice." Patting my prick affectionately, she told me to run upstairs and wash my hair while she looked through her closet with the hopes of finding me something not too provocative to wear on my first day. By the time I had done that, Candy had laid out several possible outfits on her bed, along with a couple of small-sized balloons she'd already blown up.

"Those my tits?" I asked. "They look kinda small."

"Don't worry Brandi," she said calling me by the new name I'd been given. "They have to look real. Any bigger, and you'd look like you were auditioning for a porn movie, and not a simple job as Jane's assistant."

"Hey, that sounds kind of important!" I stated with an edge of surprise.

"Well, its not. So don't get too excited about it. All you'll be doing is fetching women fresh towels, bringing them cold drinks, straightening up after them, and maybe once in a while, bringing Jane a cup of coffee or something."

"That's it? Nothing else like giving your clients a nice back massage, something like that?"

"You're not licensed," she informed me. "Like I said, it's a gofer job, you know..." "Yeah, I know. Gofer this, gofer that."

"That's about it!" Candy stated. "Now, let's get these boobs of yours stuffed into one of my bras, then we'll try out one of these tops to see how things look."

She was certainly right about the boobs. Once I'd put on the bra, looking down, it was the first time I'd not been able to see my own feet. "You sure these aren't too big?" I asked nervously. 

Candy laughed, "You look fine, especially in that top. It's not cut very low, so the fact you don't have any cleavage won't give you away. And once we do something with that manly looking face of yours, I might be tempted to pretend you really are a woman!"

Just thinking about that gave rise to my sudden discomfort.

"We're going to have to do something about that too Brandi. Can't have you walking around the Spa with a Clit-on now can we?"

"Funny," I told her. "By the way? What happens if someone discovers I'm really a man?" I asked, my paranoia suddenly surfacing. "Couldn't you lose your job over this?"

I'd hoped that this sudden realization might actually put a stop to all this foolishness.

"I could yes. So you'd better play your part perfectly Brandi!" she said reemphasizing my name. "Or we'll both be out on the street if you catch my meaning!"

I swore there and then, I'd never take another drink of orange juice ever again.

#

I felt like I'd been up half the night. My meeting with Jane being so early, Candy had gotten me up at 4:00 a.m. in order to complete my new look. She'd styled my hair in such a way as to tone down my masculine features, adding just enough make up to carry the disguise. With my new boobs, wider shaped hips which she'd managed to sculpt with left-over padding from the seat cushions she'd recently finished, I looked surprisingly a lot like a woman.

"Can you talk in a higher voice?" she asked.

I'd sung with the Madrigal Choir in high school, so gave her a sampling of my new voice. Candy giggled appreciatively.

"You know, this just might work!" she said still laughing. "You actually look pretty damn good Brandi! If we had more time..."

"Tease!" I said interrupting her. "God Candy, I'm fucking nervous as hell!" "Don't worry, you'll do fine. Now come on lover, lets go meet Jane!"

It was a short fifteen minute drive to the Spa. It wasn't due to open for business until 7:00, but Jane was anxiously waiting for us when we arrived. The interview went surprisingly well, with Jane taking my sweaty nervousness as nothing more than 'first meeting' jitters. I was still surprised however when she said I was 'hired', and that Candy would then show me around and make sure I was given instructions as to what would be expected of me for my first day.

As it was a small exclusive Spa, everything was by appointment only so as to accommodate the clientele. Though the actual workout room was just as small, it had the latest in exercise equipment.

"We call this the sexercise room," Candy told me as she continued on with the tour.

"Why do you call it that?" I asked.

"You'll see. We have three women scheduled to be here this morning at 7:00. Just make sure you have plenty of fresh towels and juice waiting for them," she said giving me a 'look'.

Even I had to laugh at that one.

"Careful, you laugh like a guy, not a girl," she said giggling.

That shut me up as I glanced around fearfully, wondering if anyone else might have overheard.

"And in here is the Sauna. After they've worked out, you'll provide them with more towels, and whatever else they need," Candy said showing me the room, starting up the unit so it would be ready and waiting for them.

We'd just finished the tour when Jane came around the corner looking for us. "Candy? They're here. Why don't you take Brandi down to meet them. Brandi? Come see me around 10:00, there's some paper work you'll need to fill out for me ok?"

I nodded my head, though my falsetto wasn't bad, I didn't want to unnecessarily over do it either. Candy quickly led me to the waiting room, introducing me to the first morning's clients.

"Barbara, Jackie and Darlene? This is Brandi, our new assistant. She'll see to your every need."

The way Candy spoke, it was almost suggestive. Even the small smiles I saw etched into each one of the woman's faces suggested there was a lot more behind that statement than met the eye. "Oh by the way Brandi," Candy said pulling me over to one side. "Some of our very special regulars sometimes like a little 'extra' coddling, if you know what I mean. And just so you know, they tip very nicely provided you're willing to go along with fulfilling their needs!"

Before I could ask her what exactly she meant by that, she disappeared, leaving me all alone with the three very attractive looking women.

Barbara was a platinum blonde, and though she certainly didn't look it, her mannerisms suggested she was in her early fifties, which suggested the other two women with her were also close to her age. I escorted them back to the changing room, 'hanging' around to watch as they removed their clothing in preparation for their workouts.

"Hmm, maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all!" I thought silently to myself as I watched the three of them undressing. Jackie had nearly coal black hair, cut short, almost too short. But it gave her a sultry vixen look that I did find particularly appealing. Shorter than either Barbara or Darlene, her voluptuous breasts appeared even larger against her small frame, though as Barbara finished removing her bra, I saw by the shape and size of her fabulous tits that she was considerably larger than Jackie was. Darlene had much smaller breasts, slightly smaller than Candy's as I stood there comparing them. But she had large, dark areola's that nearly covered the entire surface of her boobs as I found myself drooling, having to wipe my mouth before anyone took notice of it.

I'd expected them all to change of course, surprised when they remained topless, though wearing sweat, or workout shorts only.

"Would you mind getting us all some freshly squeezed orange juice?" Barbara asked me. 

I winced at the mention of it, but smiled agreeably, quickly dashing off to the mini-kitchen we had to make some for them. By the time I returned to the workout area, they were all busily riding the "sexercycles' that Candy had pointed out to me earlier. Suddenly I understood why she had called them that.

Watching the three women sitting side-by-side riding their exercycles was about as stimulating as the workout itself. Three luscious pairs of breasts giggling, bobbling and bouncing about as they rode was giving me some not unexpected problems. I'd worn a tight fitting jock strap, with a tight fitting pair of spandex shorts over that. But even with the added precaution, I could feel my erection growing uncomfortably constrained anyway.

As I stood there, fresh towels at the ready, I began to picture myself lying prone beneath any one of them, hands extended as though handle-bars on the bikes they were riding. Except of course, they'd be riding something else as I lay beneath them, grinning, looking up at their boobs as they bounced playfully above me.

"Brandi? Come wipe me down would you dear?" Barbara asked. Quick as a flash, I was running the soft towel over her neck, down her back wiping up the liberal sweat she was producing.

"Would you mind patting down my breasts too?" she asked.

Jumping up like a 'Jack-in-the-box', I made my way over to her, not only patting her down, but soon after doing Darlene and Jackie. Jackie was grinning at me, wickedly as I ran the small towel across her chest.

"Is the sauna ready?" she asked.

My cock was nodding its head yes, and I was too.

"How's everything going?" I heard Jane say coming up from behind me. "Is Brandi taking care of all your needs?" she asked the women.

"Not yet!" Barbara replied devilishly. "But, she's about too!"

Jane laughed, looked at her watch and then at me. "Don't forget, come see me in an hour," she reminded me.

As Jane walked around the corner, I saw her look back over her shoulder at me, grinning.

"Jesus H! Does everyone around here smile like that?" I wondered.

Following the women back to the dressing room, I got a fresh supply of towels for each of them to wear. For a moment, they stood in a small little circle though I couldn't see exactly what it was they were doing. Coming to some kind of a decision however, Barbara and Jackie quickly finished stripping down, grabbing their towels and headed into the Sauna leaving Darlene behind. Darlene continued to sit on the small wooden bench in front of the lockers.

"Jesus H!" I thought again.

I waited patiently as Darlene slowly removed her sweat shorts. "I'm going to take a quick little shower first," she responded to my curious look.

"First what?" I asked myself, following her dutifully into the shower area. Watching her soaping herself up was a delightful tease. And I swear as she did, that she didn't simply wash herself as much as it appeared she was actually playing with herself instead. Moments later, she finished rinsing off and walked back to the same bench she'd been sitting on previously.

"There...all nice and squeaky clean!" she announced happily.


Sexercise



I was smiling at her, somewhat stupidly I'm sure. When she lay back on the wooden bench, legs straddling the length of it revealing her neatly trimmed pussy in all its glory, I about popped the buttons on my already too stretched Levi's. 

"Come here," I heard her softly calling to me.

"Yes?" I said in my very best girlish voice.

"Eat my pussy," she said simply. "And slowly. Very, very slowly. I want the orgasm to really build."

"Excuse me?" I stammered, forgetting my 'voice'.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you get a really nice tip!" she added, reaching down to spread a part her lips, revealing the glistening wet split as well as the hard nubbin of her pleasure center.

Like a zombie caught up in some sort of freakish trance, I looked down feeling my legs moving though my own tits were still in the way of seeing them actually doing so.

"You do like eating pussy don't you?" she asked. 

"Oh yeah!" I replied with a thick tongue, once again forgetting the 'girls' voice, though she didn't appear to really notice that. Seconds later, I was balancing myself on the same bench, my tongue devouring her wet split.

"Oh yes...Brandi!" Darlene moaned contentedly. "That...feels...so...fucking... good!"

I really do enjoy eating pussy. And having the opportunity to be doing so now wasn't something I was about to turn down, though to be honest, I was a little worried about Candy walking in on us at the moment. Though she was reasonably open-minded about a whole lot of things, we'd never discussed my sucking anyone else's pussy.

For myself, I had completely lost track of time. With Darlene thrashing about wildly on the bench as I sucked her off to several quick climaxes in a row, I was startled to hear Barbara's voice interrupting yet another liquid orgasm.

"Hey, you're times up Darlene!" Barbara announced. "It's my turn!" she stated easily. 

Sitting up, I saw that she had already showered. Darlene grabbed a fresh towel heading off towards the sauna. Not knowing what the hell to say, I sat there looking at her. 

"Not on the bench, makes my tits slide off my chest too much, makes em look like melting ice-cream. And though some might find that attractive, I don't."

I wasn't about to comment on the image she'd just painted for me, but as she actually took my hand, leading me into one of the un-occupied massage rooms I began to worry that maybe she'd want to do something with me too.

I hadn't noticed until now, but she'd been carrying a second towel besides the one she was wearing. When she positioned herself in sitting position, she handed me what was obviously a pink, 'knobby' vibrator.

"I like the feel of this inside me while I'm being eaten," she announced. "Ever use one before?"

"Oh sure, all the time!" I responded once again attempting to sound girlish. 

Barbara laughed, "Oh really? You'll have to tell me how you do it sometime," she said lustily. "Sure you don't want to get naked too? I'd love going down on you simultaneously," she informed me.

Well, there it was. My mind scrambled to come up with some reason to justify my remaining dressed.

"Maybe another time," I replied trying to beg off. "We've really got a busy day scheduled, and I don't have quite as much time as I would like."

I'd hoped my rather lengthy response would suffice, speaking slowly, trying to keep my voice from inadvertently pitching downwards as I spoke.

"I bet it will be at that!" Barbara said winking at me. "Ok, another time then," she said handing me her toy.

Walking over to one of the massage chairs, I was surprised when she reached down and removed the rather thick cushion, handing it to me.

"Here, you'll need this," she stated.

I noticed that where she now sat straddling the chair, there was an opening in the seat, which she positioned herself over. Obviously, she'd done this before. Placing her face in the support, Barbara made herself entirely comfortable. One hand holding her dildo, the other the massive pillow cushion, I slid myself beneath her as though about to go to work on changing the oil in my car. Only the oil I encountered a moment later was as slippery as KY jelly as I eased the vibrator up inside her, capturing her rather large clitoris between my lips simultaneously.

"Don't worry about teasing me," she said. "I'm already fucking horny enough. And besides, we don't have that much time before Jackie comes looking for us," she stated. "Just fuck me...hard! And suck my clit for all you're worth!" she demanded.

So I did.

Barbara was nearly as liquid as Candy was when she came. Drenching my face, which caused me to worry about ruining my mascara, I'd just finished getting her off for the third time when I heard the door open.

"There you are! I wondered if you might be in here!" Jackie exclaimed. 

Sheepishly I slid out from beneath the chair, catching a quick glance at myself in the mirror behind the door, happy to discover that my make-up looked just as good as it had this morning.

Glancing at my watch, I saw it was already a quarter to ten. "I have to meet Jane in a few minutes," I told her. The fact that my tongue was numb at this point might have had something to do with the fact I was hoping to beg off from doing Jackie's pussy too. Not that I didn't want to. I did. Though the truth was, I wanted to do a hell of a lot more than that at this point. If 'blue-balls' were a true statement, mine would have been royal blue at this point.

"Yes, I know. She just caught me in the hallway a few minutes ago, reminding us of that fact," she said eyeing Barbara with a look that said she'd taken more than her allotted time as it was.

"So, I'll take a rain check on the pussy licking. For now, you can at least come over and give me a quick finger-cum," she said anxiously.

Placing her foot on the seat of a nearby chair, she beckoned me over to her.

"Well, at least my tongue will have a rest," I thought as I walked over to stand beside her. 

Taking my hand, Jackie guided it down between her legs. Feeling the soft fur surrounding her split, I allowed my fingers to tangle themselves briefly within that downy tuft covering her sex. As I stood there doing that, I heard the sound of Barbara's vibrator being turned on.

"Oh fuck that looks nice!" we both heard her saying.

"I'll say it does!"

I hadn't heard Darlene enter the room, but she had. Glancing over towards the door, she was leaning against it legs spread. One hand was playing with her breast; the other was down between her legs. Barbara stood a short few feet across from her, the pink toy having long ago disappeared somewhere up inside, happily humming itself away as she held it there clenched tightly between her legs as she frigged her clit off with her fingers.

Meanwhile, I was busily strumming away like crazy at Darlene's clit, leaning over as I did to capture one of those marvelously thick nipples between my lips sucking on it.

"Oh yes, that's nice!" she commented.

"Ith's the leeathst I cud do!" I said with my mouth full of nipple.

After several short minutes, I felt Darlene's legs buckle as she found her pleasure, feeling her wet sloppy pussy clenching around my finger, I felt her throbbing in a hard-felt series of quick orgasms that had her nearly collapsing in my arms a moment later.

"Oh my, if you're as good with your tongue as your are with your fingers..."

"Trust me, he is!" Jackie said excitedly. 

I'd heard both Jackie and Barbara joining their friend in climax, as they had stood there watching us. My prick was so hard that I feared it had become petrified.

"Well, I hate to eat and run," I said glibly. "But, the boss is expecting me!"

"Next week? Same time?" They all asked.

"If I'm still here," I said meekly. "This is my first day you know."

"Oh, we know Brandi!" Barbara said. "And don't worry, we're really, really good customers. I'll make sure that Jane gets a glowing review of your first days performance here!"

"Thank you," I said suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. "Perhaps we'll see you next week then!"

"Count on it!" Jackie said. "Though next week, we're booking four hours and not just three!" she added.

#

I had to walk through the lobby on my way to Jane's office. Candy was sitting at the reception desk as I passed.

"Well? How'd it go?" she asked.

I didn't know what to tell her. "Fine," I replied simply.

"That's it? Just fine?" she pressed.

"I'm late to see Jane," I said passing by her. "I'll tell you about it later," I lied, hoping I'd come up with something to tell her about, though I didn't know what.

Arriving at Jane's office door, I checked my watch, or rather the watch Cindy had loaned me. I was right on time. Knocking, I waited.

"Come!" I heard her call out to me.

"Don't I wish," I thought to myself as I turned the doorknob on her office door, letting myself in.

Jane was sitting at her desk waiting for me, which I'd expected. What I didn't expect was to see her sitting there naked when I entered.

"Is this a bad time?" I asked, remembering to speak in a soft higher pitched voice.

"Oh no...it's a perfect time," Jane purred.

Stunned, I stood just inside the door wondering what I'd gotten myself in for, remembering the fucking orange juice.

"Close the door, and take off your clothes," Jane said.

"Fuck me!" I thought in a panic. "So much for my job, not to mention Cindy's!" I thought. "Listen, Jane..." I began in my normal voice, to which I heard her finally burst out laughing.

"It is Brad isn't it?" she asked. 

"Yes Jane, it is...let me explain..." I began. For some reason, my voice sounded more like a woman's than it did when I was trying to sound like one. Jane was still laughing.

"Silly, I've known all along. You didn't seriously think you'd be able to continue fooling anyone, did you...really?" she asked.

That shut me up. "You mean..."

"You've been had?" she interjected. "I guess you could say that. Candy came to me a few days ago, telling me that you were still looking for a job but hadn't been able to find one. I've been thinking about hiring a guy, just so that our special customers could have some diversity. We got to talking about it, and I jokingly said if she could get you to come in and apply for the job dressed as a woman, that not only would I hire you on the spot, but I'd give her a nice little raise too. When she called me last night to inform me that you would be, I decided to call a couple of my very best customers who've been hounding me about hiring on a few young men."

"You mean to say Barbara, Janice and Darlene knew?" I said stuttering, though I was at least glad to hear my voice had come down a couple of octaves.

"Of course they did. Though I must say, it was very difficult telling Barbara that she couldn't fuck you. Not this week anyway. Even after she offered a substantial bonus to let me, let her have you. But as I told her, and Candy...I wanted to sample you for myself!"

"Candy knows you want to fuck me?" I asked incredulously.

"Absofuckinglutely!" Jane said laughing. "She knows in fact, that shortly, we'll be doing just that!"

"And she's ok with it?"

"Why wouldn't she be? Candy and I have been sucking one another's cunts for several month's now."

The look on my face said it all.

"You didn't know?"

Shit...I'd imagined it, fantasized about it, jerked off so many times thinking about it I'd lost track.

"No."

"Well now, seems like Candy owes you an apology then."

"She owes me a hell of a lot more than that. And so do you for that matter!" I ventured boldly.

"Yes, you're probably right. We both do. Tell you what, as soon as we close for lunch, I'll have Candy come in and join us. Then you can have the two of us make it up to you any way you'd like."

That had me smiling.

"In the meantime?" I asked.

"Well, in the meantime, why don't you come over here and do your ABC's," she said grinning at me. "Candy says you have this uniquely talented tongue when it comes to doing the alphabet.

"Oh yes, she's gonna owe me BIG time!" I stated moving over towards Jane's desk.

"Brad?"

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you go ahead and use my private restroom to remove all that make-up first. I think the first time we fuck; I really do want you looking like yourself as opposed to some guy pretending to be a woman. That might be fun for another evening maybe. But right now...I just want a guy with a very hard dick."

After I had become a man again, relishing in the fact I didn't have to wear a fucking bra anymore, I stepped back into Jane's office where she remained anxiously waiting for me. As she had asked, I ABC'd her pussy, impressed when she managed to last through four full verses before climaxing.

"I bet you've got a large load you'd like me to take care of don't you?" Jane smiled in saying. "Where'd you like to put it?" she asked wickedly. "I really do owe you that much!"

"You know, it's been a really long time since I've had a good old fashioned 'titty-fuck', I think that's what I'd really like to do."

Jane chuckled. "You know, it's been a while since I've enjoyed doing that too!" Jane quickly had me sit down on the couch in her office. Kneeling before me on the floor, she wrapped those magnificent breasts of hers around my cock and began masturbating me with all that lovely soft tit flesh. 

There's something extremely erotic, "naughty-sexy", Candy called it, as I both watched and felt Jane as she used her breasts to play with my cock. Watching her spit on my prick, making it easier for my prick to slide up and down between her breasts was hot. When my dick began making lots of pre-cum fuck juice, the ride got wetter and wilder as she used my slippery essence to make all sorts of deliciously naughty sounds as my cock rode through that valley of pleasure.

"Well now, that certainly looks interesting!"

Neither of us had heard Candy enter into Jane's office. But by the tone in her voice, she obviously wasn't upset or surprised by what was taking place. Not to mention the fact that she and Jane had been swapping pussy juice with one another for quite some time now.

"Closed for lunch?" Jane asked.

"Yes, and we have a full hour before anyone else is scheduled to arrive," Candy told her.

"Who is scheduled?" Jane asked as she continued pumping my cock up and down between her breasts. Looking at me, Candy's smile split into a wide-open grin. "Theresa and Angelina!" she said excitedly.

"Did you tell them?" Jane asked.

"Oh yes, and they're excited as hell. They were even willing to pay extra if they could come earlier, but I told them you were conducting your own personal interview." Once again Candy looked in my direction.

Although they'd been talking back and forth as though I wasn't even there, the sensation my prick was experiencing overrode any negligence on their part regarding my presence. And for the moment, I was more than willing to just be a cock, fucking a nice firm set of tits.

"You gonna cum for me baby?" Jane asked, finally acknowledging I was still there.

"Oh fuck yes!" I moaned enthusiastically, feeling my balls tightening just as the first familiar tingling sensation began to warn me that I was about to spray fuck-butter all over the place.

"Hmm, squirt it honey. Cover these tits of mine in your juice baby!"

She didn't have to ask me twice. Seconds later, increasing the slippery-slide as she continued to hold her breasts together, I began coating her tits with an enormous eruption of white-hot pleasure. So forceful were the first few jettisons of my spunk, that I shot one ribbon of cum way over the top of her head. Candy had walked over having somehow undressed herself during all this, just in time to catch the first squirt landing near perfectly between her tits.

"Nice shot!" she commented in surprise, though bending over just in case any more sperm missiles missed their target.

After I had spent myself, which seemed like an eternity with the volume and number of actual squirts I had felt leave my cock, I collapsed back into the couch trying to catch my breath. Jane's boobs where totally covered in cum, and I watched as it ran and dripped from the tip of each pointed nipple down onto her belly.

"Hmm, let me get that for you," Candy stated. Jane eased herself down onto the soft carpeting where Candy quickly joined her. 

Watching my girlfriend licking cum off our boss's boobs was more than I ever dreamed of seeing. Candy immediately began licking up every line of cum she could find on Jane's tits. Taking time to suck and lick her nipple's between that was an extra bonus as far as I was concerned.

"So, when do I get to see the two of you rubbing pussies together?" I asked. "What is it with men and wanting to see two women together anyway?" Jane asked already placing herself in a scissor position with my girlfriend.

"Is it because you guys like watching us do this?" she asked. 

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, my half-dead prick suddenly throbbing with renewed interest. Watching Jane slide her cunt against Candy's had to be seen to be believed. And truth was, it was something I never thought I'd ever get to witness!

"Oh, Oh...Oh, fuck yes!" Candy cried out pleasurably. 

Legs crossing one another, pussies grinding rapidly, the sounds of all that wet slick female pussy juice mingling together was having its affect on my reawakened prick. Standing, I made my way over to watch them from above. In a way, it was like watching their cunts kissing one another. There's honestly no other way to describe what I was seeing. Lips pressing, sucking, almost as though devouring one another in the process. Added to that, the sensual sounds of their labored breathing as they strove to bring each other as much pleasure as they possibly could. Even the movement of their breasts as they jiggled slightly up and down, or side to side made the motions of their gyrated coupling all the more sensual.

"Fuck this is beautiful!" I announced.

"Oh, and it feels beautiful too!" Candy groaned in obvious delight.

"Squirt it on me honey," Jane begged Candy. "Give me that female nectar of yours that I love so fucking much!"

I knew exactly what she meant too. Seeing Candy actually 'squirt', which she didn't do all the time was another fascinating attraction for me. I knew when Candy got really aroused, the likelihood of her actually doing that increased. And seeing the look on her face now, I was fairly confident we were both in for one hell of a treat.

"Come for me baby! Come for me!" Jane urged. "Shower my pussy with your juices honey!"

Watching the look in my girlfriends face as her orgasm approached was honestly breath taking. I truly was amazed at the vulnerability in her face as she began to climax, opening her eyes, looking directly at me as she did. Glancing down to where their quims were locked in a sucking embrace, I saw Candy's pussy suddenly erupt in a fountain of syrupy nectar that began squirting out of her slit in a fine misty spray. Fascinated, I watched as she contracted, literally milking more and more of her feminine cum-cream which began to coat the coarse mat of Jane's pubic hair in a rich thick display.

Too stunned to speak, I staggered back to the couch collapsing down into it just as Candy herself collapsed, falling backwards onto the floor, spent and exhausted. Extricating herself from my girlfriend, Jane slowly walked towards me dripping with Candy's cum.

"Would you mind?" Jane asked as she stood there playing in the rivulets of female juice that had completely drenched her pussy.

"Not at all," I said enthusiastically as Jane climbed up onto the couch, straddling my face. 

Tasting Candy's juices on Jane's pussy was electrifying. The aroma of all that sweet muskiness was overloading my circuits as I dove into her pussy, my tongue immediately exploring the deepest recess of her funky tasting split, causing my prick to once again lurch with desire and need. As I captured her clit between my lips, sucking it for all I was worth, I soon felt the soft sweetness of Candy's lips surrounding my erection.




Sexercise



"Save some for the girls!" Jane warned her, looking back as she devoured my prick. "After all, we did promise them!" she added.

"Fuckth Thane, ith zit aawaze like thith?" I asked her with my tongue deeply embedded inside her pink delicious split.

"Almost," she said grinning. "Are you up for this?" she asked semi-seriously.

"Oh yeah, he's up!" Candy giggled around my prick. 

"Let's hope so," Jane moaned as I brought her closer and closer to the edge. "Theresa and Angelina can be quite a handful you know!"

"I remember!" Candy said with an edge of awe in her voice. "Oh Brad, I almost wish I could be there to see it when you're with them," she sighed wishfully.

I never heard her say that however, at the moment Jane was screaming at the top of her lungs, some of her pussy juice running down the side of my face, clogging one ear as I leaned forward in an effort to fully swallow her clit.

Too tender to allow me to continue, Jane finally forced me away with her hands. "Enough! Fuck...enough!" she said shaking and quivering. "Oh my gawd Candy, how can you stand living with this man? I wouldn't be able to even walk if I did!" she exclaimed laughingly.

"Why do you think I sometimes have to call in announcing I'm going to be late?" Candy replied. "It's because I can't walk, let alone try and drive the car. I'd be apt to lose control and run over somebody!"

"Oh my...look at the time!" Jane said worriedly. "They should be here any moment now, and you need to go and reopen the shop! Turning towards me, Jane's look became serious, business-like once again. "Brad? You'll find a short terry-cloth robe in the bathroom. Why don't you take a shower, freshen up a little, and then come find us. By then the girls should be here, and I want to personally introduce you to them. Oh, and by the way? That robe? From now on, that's all you need to worry about wearing to work from now on, ok?"

I merely smiled. I was really going to enjoy this new job!

#

By the time I had cleaned up and put on my new robe, Angelina had arrived. Jane introduced me to her, telling me that she was their 'Massage Specialist'. She went on to further explain that Angelina had a very specific clientele that she catered to, one of which being Theresa.

I learned shortly after meeting her that she was known for giving what Jane had called very 'vigorous' massages. Only working two or three days a week, she made enough money off those few massage sessions to meet her needs. Angelina had a look about her that was dark and mysterious. She had brown-black hair with deep red highlights that gave her a fiery look. Her eyes were nearly the same color as her hair, and when she looked at you, one immediately felt like all you wanted to do was kneel before her and answer "Yes mistress!"

"Theresa should be here momentarily," Jane told her.

"I'll get the room ready," Angelina answered. "Brad? You will come with me and do exactly what I tell you to do," she stated firmly.

I followed her down the hallway to her massage studio. It was totally different than the one I had gone into with Barbara. Unlocking the door with her own key, Angelina led me inside, pointing towards a rich comfortable looking chair.

"You will sit there and remain quiet unless I tell you otherwise," she instructed. "Soon you will meet Theresa, and as you will see, she is a very special woman. At times, she has brought strangers in off the street with her having them simply sit where you are and watch the massage session. She is quite the exhibitionist, and enjoys having either men or women look on while enjoying her pleasures. For those she convinces to accompany her, they do not leave disappointed!"

If I thought I was nervous earlier, I was downright scared at this moment. Too embarrassed to even part my robe to see if I still had a dick, I worried for the first time since my arrival that I'd even be able to get it up the more Angelina spoke of Theresa's unique sexual needs.

"She likes it rough, and she likes an audience," Angelina continued. "But most importantly of all. Unless you are specifically invited to participate, when she decides you are...or aren't, you will say and do nothing otherwise. Do we understand one another?"

As firm as Angelina was being with me, I couldn't help but wonder what Theresa was going to be like.

Eerily, Angelina had just finished putting on clean black sheets on the massage table having also lit several candles, the only source of light, as well as some incense that immediately added to the intense atmosphere within the room. I waited like a man about to be executed, and wondered briefly if in fact I wasn't about to be.

"She's here," Angelina said looking up as though sensing her arrival. I glanced towards the door thinking she'd entered and I'd some how missed it. Long moments later, the door opened and in walked the most amazing looking woman I had ever seen before in my entire life!

For starters she was very tall for a woman, easily reaching six feet. But it was her coal black hair that caught my attention when she entered the room. Caressing her ankles as she walked, she reminded me a little of 'Cher' though the resemblance ended there. Her skin was coppery colored reminding me of thick rich molasses; her eyes were large, round and cobalt blue in color. Barely acknowledging my presence when she entered with no more than a brief glance in my direction, she immediately began to disrobe. As she did, the only word that came to mind was pure and utter perfection.

I'd never seen skin so smooth, or glisten as naturally as hers did. She looked like she'd just stepped out of a shower, or had arrived from just participating in a 'Crisco' party. Her sex was shaven bare, hinting at only God knows what that lay beneath. Her ass was tight, firm and well muscled. For the first time in my life, all I could think about was fucking it. Something I had never done or experienced before.

"Welcome Mistress," Angelina stated.

Once again, I was taken aback. As tough as I'd thought Angelina to be, Theresa was head and shoulders above that in the raw sensuality she exuded without so much as uttering a single word. Everything she said, she did so with her eyes. Gazing towards Angelina, and then taking in the room ensuring all was as it should be, only then did she turn towards me once again.

"I assume you are Brad?" she asked.

I caught a stern look behind her from Angelina as she glared at me. Almost telepathically I realized the response that was expected.

"Yes Mistress," I replied meekly.

I caught two smiles, one from Angelina that confirmed I'd answered correctly, the other from Theresa, though I wasn't sure at first that it even was a smile. Only the corner of her lip seemed to arch upwards slightly indicating it was. But with a brief nod of her head in accompanying that, I knew that it had been. 

Theresa didn't simply crawl up to the table; she seemed to flow onto it like water poured from a pitcher. Facing me from the side, Theresa's long voluptuous body caressed the very table she was lying on. Head down, she opened one eye fixing it firmly on me as Angelina went to work massaging her back. I noticed as she did, there was nothing soothing about her technique either. Digging into her flesh, it looked almost painful to me as I swore the tips of Angelina's fingers disappeared deep into Theresa's flesh.

That eye kept me paralyzed, but in a good way, as she laid there just looking at me causing my prick to harden intolerably. I didn't dare shift as I sat, knowing even as I did that my cock was already worming its way through the opening in my robe like a flower blooming, reaching towards sunlight.

The intensity of the moment was bad enough as I didn't know how to react to anything I was witnessing. But when she slowly ran her tongue, wetting her lips all the while that eye kept staring at me, I thought for a second I would experience an involuntary ejaculation.

Off balance, more than I had ever been, she confused me further by raising herself up just long enough to allow those delicately chiseled breasts to hang freely for a moment before turning her head away from me, lying face down once again.

As Angelina carefully draped Theresa's long mane of hair off to one side, she motioned for me to stand.

"She wants to feel your hard prick touching her body," she informed me.

I had heard no conversation taking place between them. Whatever form of communication they were using was one they'd obviously established a long time ago merely through the subtle changes in her movement perhaps. Obediently, I stood allowing the robe to fall away from me completely. Angelina nodded her head in approval as I approached the massage table.

"Do not touch her face with your prick," she cautioned. "That is for her to decide," she added.

Cautiously, even reverently, I moved towards the massage table. Looking at her, I couldn't even see the subtle movement of breath as she took it. As delicately as I could, I placed my prick along the side of her back, slowly moving it down from her shoulder towards her buttocks. When I arrived just where the soft gentle slope of her ass rose, Angelina's hand came crashing down upon the opposite ass-cheek with a resounding "SLAP!" Shocked, I looked towards her, but by the look in her eye, I knew I was being told to mind my own business and continue to caress her with my penis. I moved along side her again, by this time my cock was leaving a trail of pre-cum that Angelina quickly captured with her hands following along behind me, using it to massage into Theresa's already tender skin.

When I reached her shoulder, Angelina had moved back behind her, working her thighs in anticipation of my arrival near her reddened ass. Once again just before my prick touched the firm surface of her buttocks, Angelina's hand came crashing down in an even harder slap that before, followed quickly by another in rapid succession.

"SMACK! SMACK!"

Theresa groaned, as did I.

I'd begun to move when Theresa once again lifted herself up. Angelina cautioned me to come around to the other side. I did so as Theresa lifted her long mane of hair, covering her face so that I could not see her expression as we exchanged places. Repeating the process exactly as it had been done before, after three specific hard slaps on that lovely ass had been administered, I wondered briefly what I was expected to do next. Angelina obviously knew however. She reached beneath Theresa, expecting from what I assumed to perform some sort of caressing touch to her pussy. By the look on her face however, some secret hidden signal that I did not see caused the stoic Angelina to look at me curiously, surprise clearly etched within her face.

"Come, stand beside me," she instructed in a no-nonsense tone of voice.

Taking my hand, she used both of hers by way of explanation. Spreading my fingers a part, she placed the tip of my index finger just inside the moist opening of Theresa's quim. Placing my middle finger at the opening of her ass, she pressed my hand cautiously against her, forcing the barest of penetrations in both openings. Only then did I feel Theresa move, though it wasn't with her body that she did. As though being fed by a pair of hungry sucking mouths, I felt both fingers slowly being gobbled up inside her as they began to slip smoothly, albeit slowly inch by inch as her pussy clenched, opened, and clenched again around my finger drawing it in. Likewise, her ass welcomed the intrusion into that private opening until I had buried both fingers as deeply as I could simultaneously into each.

The sensation was unbelievable! Her pussy was as liquid as wet sticky honey, clinging to my fingers ravenously. Her tight clenching ass just as wet, just as hungry around my middle finger as Angelina finally nodded her head towards me, motioning for me to begin the slow tantalizing finger-fuck of Theresa's inner reachings.

For long languid minutes I stood beside her, easing my fingers in and out of those incredibly warm, wet orifices. Hearing her barely audible moans of pleasure was the only measure that told me what I was doing was having the desired affect on her. The surprised I had seen in Angelina's face was still there as I manipulated Theresa's pussy and as though I'd been doing this all my life, instead of the first time I had ever performed such an act for anyone.

When she came, it was silently. Had it not been for the obvious additional flow of juices leaking out and around my fingers, I honestly wouldn't have known. With a suddenness that took me by surprise, she somehow expelled both fingers from inside her, slipping out with a popping sound that almost humorously embarrassed me rather than her as one might have expected.

One again flowing like water upon the table, she rolled, sitting up. With her hair still partially covering her face, I saw one of her hands suddenly emerge through the thick entanglement of her locks, clasping my prick within her strong firm hand. Glancing towards Angelina for some sort of direction, the look on her face was confused, almost hurting as Theresa drew me even closer towards her.

When Theresa began wrapping long separated strands of her hair around my prick I thought I would die! She caressed me briefly in this fashion, using her hair to further stimulate me, though at the moment, I felt my knees beginning to buckle, wondering if in fact I would be able to continue standing. When she finished wrapping my cock as though having prepared some sort of exotic delicacy to be eaten, she began moving her head backwards, the hair she'd so carefully woven about my member suddenly undoing itself in a methodical tease that threatened to yank the cum from my balls.

It was a pleasured pain that I experienced. So soft was the caress of her hair upon me, yet the tightness of it as it pulled along the length of my skin felt like rope, not quite burning the flesh, but fractioning it just to the point of pleasured agony. 

"Fuck me," she said almost too softly. They were the first words since having spoken my name that I had heard come out of her mouth. 

Slipping off the table, she turned facing it, presenting her tight firm ass towards me. Reaching behind herself, she spread the delicate pink opening of her ass for me to gaze at.

"Fuck my ass," she near whispered once again. "Angelina? You may lick my cunt!" she stated in a much firmer tone of voice.

Happily, Angelina scrambled down onto the floor between us, forcing me to straddle her as I bent to place the tip of my more than aroused cock at the tiny puckered opening that awaited me.

"Do NOT be timid," she spoke. "Fuck me, and fuck me hard until I say otherwise."

I didn't exactly ram my prick inside her ass, but as the head of my cock slipped through the tiny outer ring of her asshole, I continued onward with the press of my prick as it invaded the deepest recess of her anus.

Below, the sound of Angelina's mouth hungrily working away at Theresa's pussy added to the obscene thrill my mind was trying to comprehend. I felt the touch of one of Angelina's fingers as it pressed against my slowly thrusting cock, separated by the thinnest of membranes as her finger fucked Theresa's pussy, and my prick as it violated her ass.

"Harder!" she commanded.

Now I did begin ramming my cock inside her, pummeling her ass as quickly as it was possible for me to do. I could feel the fuck-butter churning, warning me well ahead of time of the eruption I would all too soon produce if we continued on at this pace.

Straining with the intense effort, I fought against the release that threatened to take away my sanity, the tightness of her ass clenching and unclenching with each and every thrust of my prick inside her.

Seconds later, I felt the moisture from her cunt exploding, drenching Angelina's face as she continued licking her sweet slit. Unlike before, this time she screamed in a wail that caught me momentarily off guard.

"Fill my ass with your cum!" she demanded. And as if on cue, I felt the head of my prick mushroom into orgasm, ribbon after ribbon of my spunk flooding the insides of her ass until having no place to go, it began backwashing itself out of her opening, spraying backwards matting itself in my own pubic hair as I emptied what was left of my climax inside her.

With a "plop", she expelled my prick even more easily than she had my fingers. Almost immediately, Angelina crawled from beneath her looking up expectantly.

"Clean him," Theresa told her.

Angelina smiled beatifically, looking towards me. I'd assumed from the obvious command that she had sent her for towels and soap perhaps. Instead, Angelina all but crawled towards me, lifting my cock as though it were some sort of fragile piece of art before wrapping her lips about its semi-flaccid length. Sucking the essence of my spending, which remained still coating my prick, Angelina bathed it with her mouth ensuring that each and every drop of my orgasm was removed. Only then did she present it for Theresa's inspection.

Satisfied, Theresa held out her hands towards me. "Come, lay upon the table," she spoke softly to me once again.

As I lay on the table face up, Theresa moved to one side, Angelina to the other. In a perfectly choreographed caress, long practiced by what I began to feel, the two women began to run their hands over my body, purposely avoiding my groin, though they came dangerously close to actually touching my now very limp prick. As the sensation of their hands upon me turned more and more needful, so did the same feeling begin to register inside my cock as it almost magically began to rise with renewed desire and arousal.

"He is ready Mistress," Angelina announced moments later.

This time she mounted me from above, straddling my cock with a quickness that took my breath away. Blanketed within her hair as it cascaded over me like a waterfall, I felt momentarily as though I really were drowning. The silkiness of her pussy enveloped me, devouring me in a series of explosive quick strokes that had her shuddering in ecstasy long before I was even aware it was happening. I could feel Angelina's soft hands kneading my balls, then the press of her delicate finger probing my ass. As she slipped her finger fully inside me, Theresa slid off my prick, turning immediately to place her exquisite lips around the head of my prick. As Angelina's fingers did things to my ass I'd never felt or experienced before, Theresa's mouth sought to tear the skin from my member as her teeth grazed my shaft with each upward pull from her mouth. 

The scream I began hearing, was my own. Though I had only moments ago poured myself inside her, I found myself again succumbing to the mind-numbing pleasure of both women's administrations upon me. As whatever cum I had remaining jettisoned into her mouth, I felt Theresa taking all of it, though not swallowing until fully spent, she released me. Dutifully, Angelina cocked her head, lying it down next to me, mouth open. I watched through dazed eyes as Theresa slowly, purposely allowed the nectar from my prick to ooze from her lips, dropping down into the opening of Angelina's mouth. It reminded me briefly of a mother hawk feeding her young. 

The sight of which was bizarre, certainly vulgar and obscene, yet would for me become the most erotic moment that I would ever remember experiencing for the rest of my entire life.

When it was all over, Theresa dressed as silently as she had undressed. Opening the door, she turned one last time to look in my direction as I remained glued, unable to move from atop of the table.

"Next week, bring a friend. But only to watch us," she said simply. Then turned and disappeared.

I looked towards Angelina. 

"You are most favored," she stated in more than a degree of jealousy. "Do not jerk off or have intercourse the day before our next appointment," she admonished me. "She will want more of you the next time," she warned me.




Sexercise



Angelina soon after left herself, where I remained for a very long time attempting to recover. The sound of the door opening alerted me to the fact that I was no longer alone.

"Incredible isn't she?" Candy said stepping into the room.

I could only nod my head, too weak to speak, and unsure of what to say even if I could.

"She left you a thousand dollar tip at the front desk," Candy told me. "Split with the house, that's still a hell of a lot of money for one afternoon's session," Candy giggled.

"You're ok with all this?" I asked looking towards her.

Candy came over, kissing me. "Sex is sex baby. Love is love. We can have and enjoy both together. But don't worry about mixing business with pleasure. Or in this case, about NOT mixing it!" she said smiling lovingly at me.

"Now, when you've recovered a little more, would you mind doing me a favor?" she asked.

"Sure baby, what?" I managed to respond.

"Well, just knowing you where in here with her made me incredibly horny."

I groaned, but Candy calmed me. "All I want you to do is your ABC's for me, can you do that much at least?"

I laughed, sure baby. I can certainly do that much.

"Oh, one more thing though."

"What's that?"

"Would you mind doing it backwards?"

"Shit, I haven't tried that before, it might take me a lot longer to do it."

Candy was grinning, "That's the whole point," she said.

"Jesus H...there's that look again!" I said grinning back at her.



Sexercise



Well, hello again and welcome back! Unless you're reading my stuff for the first time, of course. If that's the case, glad to meet you.

So, a short time ago, I wrote an article about being sexy for women. In that article, I mentioned exercise, as in working out together. Having only introduced it as a concept, I didn't really get into techniques and ideas, so I thought I would expand on that in this article, cleverly entitled Sexercise (at least I hope it's clever). 

Now, to start, a bit of a disclaimer. Some of the ideas I will share might be a bit dangerous if done improperly. Therefore, any and everything I suggest is done one-hundred percent at your own risk. I am completely without responsibility, unless you happen to have a fuck-load of sexy fun, in which case, feel free to spare me a passing thought!

First, let's very briefly cover why we exercise in the first place. Staying healthy is simply a positive side effect for any red-blooded man, so don't even bother giving me that shit. You want to look hot for your woman, and good for you. Whether she likes big and beastly, or a lean, ripped machine, you want to provide the goods. You want her to keep in shape and looking sexy, right? So you, being the real man you are, want to return the favor. Well, I applaud you. Besides looking good, working out also builds strength, which provides the ability to get into all manner of fun positions.

Also, there is a very appealing aspect to someone who exercises. Even if you're not in the best shape yet, you're trying to get there, and you're taking care of yourself. That, for the most part, is a hell of a lot more attractive than someone who sits around not giving a damn about their self.

I would also like to point something out about men when we work out without you, ladies. Now, I can't speak for women, not being a woman, but I can say that for men, working out makes us rather primal. Of course, I'm talking about real, hardcore working out, the kind that forces you to run on nothing but fumes. So, ladies, while it makes us look great for you, it also basically turns us into cavemen. Thickheaded, dimwitted, "Ugg smash" cavemen. Seriously, even simple, basic motor functions become difficult, like we have trouble dialing a fucking phone (assuming you're doing it right). We don't mean to be chauvinistic, but we kinda lose anything but survival sense, so we might come across as rude and dickish when we're done. So when we come back in the house, unless you're next words are "Do you want something to eat?" or "Hey, stud, let's fuck," it's probably best to let us slam that protein shake and jump in the shower before you talk to us about anything (FYI, if you do greet your man with the "let's fuck" line, you go in the wife hall of fame).

Also, don't forget that sex in and of itself is great exercise. I've heard several different figures, but the most consistent I've heard is that for two average sized people, vigorous sex (and why would you want any other kind?) burns two hundred calories an hour. I'm not saying use it to replace exercise, but it's a great addition to whatever else you're already doing.

So, in my previous article, I talked about working out together as a way to be sexy. I'll not get into it again, feel free to read it yourself. Moving past what I went over before, let's get into a few specific and advanced techniques. Also, the following lends itself well to being part of a role-play, if you like. Perhaps pretending you met in the gym, or playing personal trainer to each other. 

So first, get your ass naked. Clothing is unnecessary, and really just a hindrance, for these exercises. The first couple moves are basic, just push ups and sit ups. For sit ups, hold each others legs and just add a kiss each time your partner completes a rep, or for ladies, position yourself so your man's face gets pressed into your breasts. For push ups, it varies. Women, put your hands on your man's chest, and perform your push ups as you would normally. It's sexy and arousing to have your breasts press against his chest each time you come down. If you're strong enough to hold yourself at the bottom, add a kiss or lick each rep. Men, don't put your hands on your woman's chest, rather put them by her sides, with her holding your forearms. Position yourself so when you descend, your cock strokes her pussy. Fun for both of you!

For the next move, you'll need to have a weight bench and weights. This happens to be one of those possibly hazardous moves I mentioned, so be careful. Men, lay down on the bench like you would for a bench press. Have your lady mount and start riding you. Now, as she's fucking you, start bench pressing. Certainly use a lower weight than normal, but high enough to make your muscles bulge and strain for your woman's viewing pleasure. Women, you can bench as well while getting fucked, or you can simply hold the bar for balance and position. Also, if you want to give your man a very special treat, while you're riding him during his bench press, have one of your hot girlfriends strip down and spot him!

For both men and women, you can do dumbbell curls while your partner gives you a reach around. Be careful while you lower the weights, though. A fast dumbbell to the thigh or knee is going to be one hell of a turn-off, so again, use a weight heavy enough to give you a workout, but light enough so you have total control through the whole movement. Don't forget that your continued Sexercise fun is pretty reliant on neither of you getting injured at any point. You can use oral sex in this exercise, but the groin area is usually the first to get nasty when you sweat, so if you do go with oral, make it the first thing you do (unless either of you have a fetish for that sort of thing, hell, there's plenty of weirder fetishes out there).

Beyond that, experiment around with the idea of fucking while working out. Depending on how strong each of you is, you could do a lot of fun stuff with pull ups, dips, etc. Use your imagination! Stay safe, of course, and be creative. The point of this isn't just to do new stuff, it also can give a hell of an incentive to work out, and make the time you spend a lot more fun. Enjoy, and if you get the chance, let me know how you like it. Happy fucking!



Sexercise Does a Body Good!



I finally made it up to my hotel room shortly after midnight. My flight to the conference city had been a nightmare! A routine 5 1/2 hour transcontinental nonstop turned into a nightmare. Over the Rockies we encountered Clear Air Turbulence and a passenger who wasn't wearing her seatbelt got hurt as our Airbus battered its way through the sky. We made an emergency landing in Denver so the injured passenger could get prompt medical attention. After an hour on the ground, we resumed our journey East. As our aircraft taxied toward the takeoff runway a very nervous passenger decided he had to get off the plane NOW! 

The flight attendants and several fellow passengers attempted to subdue him, but he was scared to death and somehow made it to a rear exit door, which he tried to open. We were routed to a remote area of the airport where police and FBI agents surrounded the aircraft, perhaps thinking a hijacking was in progress. Eventually they stormed the cabin and removed the frightened passenger. By this time we were so late that our flight crew was nearing the limit of its legal active duty time. That meant an alternate crew had to be found to take over the flight. Finally, after a total of nearly six hours on the ground, we took off. The rest of our trip was uneventful and at last we landed at our destination. 

The room was typical hotel chain, but the bed was big and looked mighty inviting. I lay down and turned on the TV to catch up with news. The misadventures of my flight were one of the stories from the "lighter side" of the news. The anchor chuckled as he commented how unlucky we were to be on that flight. I mumbled a few choice expletives at him and then flipped through the channels to see if anything good was on. 

I wasn't tired and there was nothing worth watching on the tube and I didn't feel like reading or rehearsing my presentation to be made that afternoon. I scanned the hotel's directory and saw that the health club was accessible to guests 24 hours a day. I figured a good workout would use up my excess energy and tire me out enough to get several hours of deep sleep. I dressed in a tee shirt, shorts and sneakers and headed to the gym. 

I went straight to the loose weights and started a routine of dumbbell and barbell work. Before long I had a good sweat going and was feeling the "burn" associated with strenuous exercise. After finishing with the weights I wandered into the cardiovascular area. I estimated about 20 minutes on a treadmill and some cool down stretching would finish my workout. Then I'd shower and head back to my room for a well-earned rest. 

As I entered the CV area, I noticed a woman riding a stationary bike. I said hello but she just glanced at me and returned to her riding with no reply. I guess she didn't care for conversation and I didn't want to crowd her and make her feel nervous. I just set my treadmill for 20 minutes and started jogging. After about 15 minutes, my silent neighbor finished her bike ride and headed toward the locker area. I continued on the treadmill for my remaining time and concluded my routine with about five minutes of stretching. I walked into the men's locker room and stripped down and got in the shower. I turned on the water and stepped into its warm embrace. It felt really good! I let the water spray over all parts of my body before soaping up. I thoroughly lathered my face and chest and legs and then spent a couple of moments making sure my cock and balls were clean and free of sweat. I then did my ass and as much of my back as I could reach. I rinsed off and set about shampooing my hair. It was at this time I thought I heard a locker door slam shut, but figured it was a product of my imagination. 

One final time under the warm water to rinse the shampoo from my hair. I stood there allowing the spray to massage my body before turning it off. I reached for my towel and cleaned the soap and water from my eyes before drying myself off. As I dried off I slowly walked back into the men's locker room. I turned the corner to my locker and that's when I saw the biker woman. She was standing completely naked next to a bench. Her clothes were in a neat pile under the bench. She made no effort to cover her nakedness. She was about 5'6" tall and maybe 120 lbs. Her hair was of medium length and still wet from her own shower. She had a nice face, with piercing green eyes and lush lips. Her breasts were of modest size and slightly drooping, topped with small dark nipples. I figured her measurements at 34-B, 26, 36. She had shaved off almost all her pubic hair, leaving just a small trim triangle above her clit. 

I guess I stared at her for a while. Finally, the mysterious woman spread her towel on the bench and lay down. She raised her legs and bent her knees toward her ears. Her pussy lips parted and I noticed how swollen and prominent her clit and mound were and how deep pink and wet she was inside.

"Fuck me!" she growled in a husky voice. "Do it here and do it hard! Make me cum! NOW!!" 

The urgency of her statements took me by surprise. I didn't know how to act. I suppose I looked pretty stupid standing there, nude except for a towel around my shoulders with shower water dripping off. She looked back at me and smiled. 

"C'mon stud, you like girls, don't you? I won't hurt you! All I want is your cock in my pussy and my ass and my mouth. Just fuck my pussy, and then my ass and I'll let you cum in my mouth! I'm the kinda girl that loves the taste of cum! I'll let you watch me swallow it and then I'll lick your cock clean. How can you lose? Now, be a good boy and get it up and stick it in!" 

She made that last demand in a deep voice with her teeth tightly clenched. She would not be denied. Her satisfaction was all that mattered and she didn't care about anything, or anyone, else at that moment.

Maybe my brain couldn't sort things out, but my cock had no trouble. By this time I was well on my way to a super hardon. I dropped the towel and advanced toward her. She looked back at me and smirked and opened her pussy even wider with her fingers. Some droplets of cunt juice were drooling from inside her hole and running down her butt crack to land on the towel. I noticed the scent of this highly aroused woman's sex wafting through the air. 

My cock had grown thick and hard sex and resembled a weapon more than a mere penis. I straddled the bench, took one final step toward my unknown partner and plunged into her womanhood as far as I could. My God, she was hotter and wetter than I imagined! As soon as I bottomed out, I felt her vaginal muscles lock onto my shaft. I started pulling out, but she didn't make it easy. Her grip on my cock was incredible! I then realized this was how it was going to be done, so I let her cunt muscles suck my cock back in and then slowly push it back out. I have to admit I enjoyed her technique very much. With most women I've bedded I ended up doing most or all of the work. But this hottie was different! She wasn't interested in my pleasure, just her own, and I was lucky enough to have my cock be the instrument by which she achieved it! 

We continued this slow pace for quite some time. Finally, she had a massive orgasm during which time her cunt muscles put a death grip on my cock. I recall wondering what I would do if she never let go of my prick. But, I didn't have to worry. After about 60 seconds I felt her pussy relaxing her hold on my penis. I began to slowly withdraw from her love tunnel. As I came out, she said in a breathless voice, 

"That was really good. If you can fuck my ass the way you fucked my cunt and I'll reward you with the best blowjob of your life."

This was a challenge I could not refuse! I stood back, surveyed the situation and took a deep breath. She pulled her legs down a bit more, giving me easier access to her asshole. Thick pussy juice coated her little brown rosebud. I adjusted my stance and brought the tip of my cock in contact with her anus. I exhaled and took in another deep breath. Then I pushed in. Immediately her sphincter closed in around my shaft making her hole feel tighter than it was. Then I began a steady in and out, deep into her ass. I glanced up at her and noted the look of complete bliss on her face. I admit I was just as happy! 

I felt I could have gone on like this all night. However, all good things must end and she began a low moan which soon became the wailing of a deep orgasm. Her eyes rolled up into her head and her breathing became fast and shallow. She grabbed onto my arms and tried pulling me deeper into her body. All at once she stiffened. Her grip on my cock and my arms was incredible! A low guttural growl escaped from her lips. She'd had another orgasm, and this one seemed even more intense than the previous! 

It seemed that a long time passed before she took in a breath and eased her clench of my arms. I felt her slowly push my cock out of her anus. After it was out, she lowered her legs and sat up. Her face was covered in a sheen of sweat.

"Wow, that was great! I haven't been fucked that good for a long time! My ass'll be tingling for hours! You earned your reward. Come a little closer and claim it."

I thought for sure she'd want to at least wipe off my cock, and maybe wash it, but she just told hold and started licking. Around and around the head went her tongue, swirling around the turgid flesh. She probed into the piss-slit, scooping out the precum as it flowed out. Then, after thoroughly cleaning the head of all traces of her cunt and ass, she went to work on the shaft. I don't know how I managed to hold out, but I did. She licked every millimeter of my manhood. Finally She sucked me into her mouth down to the root. Those sensuous lips looked great around my flesh. Up and down, deeper and deeper, faster and faster she sucked until I couldn't keep control any longer. I told her I was going to cum but she didn't let go. It only took a few more seconds before jets of semen erupted from my balls into her mouth. By the time the last dribbles of jism exited my cock I was exhausted. My erection was softening and my legs felt like jelly. I sat down next to this wonderful sexy woman, trying to catch my breath. She turned to me and gestured for me to look up at her face. When I did, she opened her mouth. Her lower jaw was filled almost to the top of her teeth with my ejaculate. It looked very thick and cloudy with a few lighter streaks here and there. She closed her mouth and swallowed deeply. I imagined each little sperm flowing past her tongue, and down her throat into her belly. When she finished, she opened her mouth as if to prove that it was "all gone" and licked her lips. 

"Mmmmmm! That tasted nice. Not too strong and salty. I'm glad I met you!"

She then gently took hold of my flaccid shaft and licked off the bits of cooled cum that hadn't made it into her mouth. When she finished she gave the tip of my cock a big kiss and let it go. She gathered her belongings and got dressed. 

"Thank you for a great fuck! I hope you enjoyed it as much as me!"

She kissed me on the cheek and began walking away. Before she went too far I called out

"Wait! What's your name? Can I see you again?"

In reply I got the diminishing sound of her footsteps. Soon there was only silence.

The next night I came back to the gym hoping she was there, but I was alone. I asked at the front desk about her, but no one recognized her from my description. I'm sure I'll never see her again, but our encounter is one I'll never forget.



Sexercise with Minxy



Being the Commanding Officer of a military manoeuvres camp was no skive, but - given a good assistant helped - in more ways than one.

It made for smoother running of the accounts for which recently promoted Sgt Taylor was responsible as treasurer and, although she could be very disobedient at times, she was a Godsend for Peter Carr who, without her, would have had more on his plate than he could chew.

And apart from all that he'd fell completely in love with her but was in a position where he couldn't show it as becoming an item would have meant a posting for Rachel Taylor because fraternisation was not allowed - it was generally thought that this could disarray the discipline of the trainees who needed to concentrate entirely on the job in hand.

If it got around that Sgt Taylor was having it away with her commanding officer, he would be immediately demoted because you can bet your life that someone out there would report any bit of juicy scandal to Peter's superiors.

That why he got Rachel a job as his assistant, so they could be together most times and, given prudent planning their shared office could be their love nest.

They always needed to be careful though because often, if there was an emergency, the Commanding Officer was expected to be on the ball, so if they found they could not help themselves, the temptations being too great, Pete had to ensure his uniform was at hand so he could never be caught with his trousers down.

With Rachel it was no problem because she could instantly run into her adjoining office and dress quite easily at her leisure

It was not that often though that emergencies did occur but you can bet your life, if they did - it would usually happen when they were in a compromising position.

Most memorable and almost embarrassing for Pete was in the early days not long after Pete had set his eyes on the stunning Rachel for the first time.- when she was just a private soldier and doing everything not to conform, but she had a good reason for that knowing that she would get Pete as she wanted him, and the first time was a thrill she would never forget.

On that occasion she had been seen by the female drill officer to be wearing a sheer black laced thong beneath her army khaki skirt and - on reporting to her Commanding Officer Carr- she made no secret of the fact, defiantly raising her skirt to reveal what was for Peter the start of a very sexual extravaganza, and by the time they'd finished and she departed his office looking more than happy, her cheeks flushed and her rear swaying very provocatively, a couple of hours had gone by, Pete telling her as she went out the door to ensure she wore army supply underwear in future at all times, that is except when she had to report to him, and he'd keep her well used thongs in his safe for, as they say in army lingo " for the use off when the time was right."

"Like Tomorrow same time" Rachel whispered in an ever so lustful sounding voice, her eyes lowering, feasting almost on his lunch basket which, to her, still looked as alluring as ever - and although he was spent, or so he said, she stopped, closed and locked the door again, turned and said: "or like now!?"

Pete looking almost helpless was muttering something about he was well spent and could not raise an eyebrow, so perhaps tomorrow would be better.

But as he came to know there was another side of Rachel Taylor, her Minxy side when all hell was let loose, when she went for what she wanted lock, stock and barrel - and she felt she was still not fulfilled even after two hours of sexercise.

It was about then that Peter Carr realised his true potential, something that had remained dormant almost for so long, it took Minxy to bring all that out into the open and bring it out she did, in many more ways than one..

"So what was that you was saying, Sir about my very endearing commanding officer not being able to raise an eyebrow?"

"Erm, Erm" he replied lavishing what Minxy was doing to him, he was discovering another facet of her lustful ways that she wanted oral as much as he did and with her hand's roly-polying his fast swelling erection like it was a roll of dough being prepared for baking , whatever, it was certainly soon to be ready to go inside her oven and swell all the more until it was well done, Minxy made sure of that stooped over him on the office settee and fucking him to her heart's content

"Now what was that about you being well spent before?, that didn't look much like it to me! Now I shall go and return tomorrow, Sir."

"No you wont, Sgt Taylor, come here stat!"

Now it was Pete who was doing the demanding, she had really set his flame burning and he couldn't get enough of her fuck - or come to that everything that brewed it up..

He ordered her to place herself on the edge of the seat and , rolling her skirt well back, prompting her to open her thighs, he planted himself between her legs and went for it, sucking her over her silky wet red thong, tasting her like an animal, enjoying her freshly wet warm fucked pussy and ass.

Rachel, sweet wonderful Rachel enjoyed every moment and her moans allured him to undo the tie on thong and rub her up with his very stiff throbbing cock which was more than welcome, Rachel bending her knees so her legs straddled his back, enticing him to go into her once again and gave her the deep fucking she craved for,

They fucked for a good half hour and came two times, they made the perfect pair made for each other.

He was completely taken by her and well away when there was a knock on the door, panicking he ordered Rachel to disappear in the adjoining office as he struggled to pull up his trousers and hide his still aroused embarrassment, he didn't quite make the zipping up as the Drill sergeant came though the door.

He scorned he for not waiting for him to say come in as she looked open eyed and red faced at his offering.. Stuttering and searching his mind for a feasible excuse he yelled that he'd just been in the toilet.

But of course she did not believe that for one moment, the reason in fact she had called on him was to report the absence of Private Taylor.

Somehow he managed to cover up, and his embarrassment too! There was only one thing for it to prevent scandal going around , to post the drill instructor to Scotland which he did!

After that they had to make more stringent arrangement but the real solution was to promote her to Sgt and make her his assistant, then they could have a rollicking time when the need was there, with all due discretion and prudence of course!

But they had fell hopelessly in love with each other and soon they would be together in the married quarters ...