Threesome with Derrick at the Gym

By Hannah Hush

I was at the gym and I was hating it. I wanted to go home but I knew that if I wanted to be healthy I had to stay. It was a typical gym in that it had those floor-to-ceiling ridiculous mirrors. I think someone would have to be either an egotistical pig or a masochist to actually enjoy watching themselves exercise. Of course they’re there so you can critique your exercise technique. Riiiight. I wanted to believe the mirror was curved or imperfect in some way because it always seemed like my head and arms were tiny in comparison to my breasts. Of course it didn’t help that I needed to do more regular cardio routines. Heavy breathing and fast swaying movement sure didn’t make my breasts look any smaller or less assuming.

Wanting to look anywhere but at myself I noticed that the man exercising a little in front of me and to the right was irresistible. I desperately didn’t want to be caught staring so I was going to look at the floor when I noticed that I could see his eyes in the mirror and his eyes were intently staring at the woman behind me and to the far right. Of course the handsome man is looking at someone else I thought. But then I thought that this had possibilities. I couldn’t possibly be caught staring, since why would he look my direction when he could continue looking at her? Even if I do get caught ogling, it’ll be OK because he’s ogling someone else too.

I started intently looking at the spots in his practical exercise clothing that didn’t quite lay flat. I watched for the patterns in the static of movement that told me how muscular he was. I kept coming back to his eyes watching her like he was deciding on steak seasonings. Not that I could blame him. She ran on the treadmill with fast graceful movements born of practice that made running on an incline seem effortless. Her practical brunette ponytail bobbed with her movements and the breast motions that made me so uncomfortable with myself looked delicious on her.

My stairclimber beeped and I looked down. My relief that the workout was over was almost tangible. I stepped off and hurried to the locker room, grateful that I had neither injured myself nor gotten caught staring by either the man (which would have made me feel slutty) or the woman (which would have been mortifying.)

I showered with the cold turned all the way up and the hot off. It’s lucky I didn’t kill myself doing that so soon after working out, but the last thing I needed was to be caught masturbating in public. I silently berated myself while I felt the cold run over me. Why I couldn’t be a good girl was beyond me. You’d think I could accomplish simple tasks like going to the gym without getting slutty thoughts. Why I couldn’t live a quiet peaceful sexless life was just beyond me. It’s not enough I have to leer at guys, but apparently I couldn’t resist leering at girls either. I grabbed my towel and started heading for my locker.

As soon as I rounded the corner I saw that the bench between the locker rows was occupied by the brunette on her back underneath the man I had been ogling. My first impulse was to run in embarrassment, but they were between me and my locker and I only had a towel wrapped around me. I couldn’t very well go running through the gym naked. So I stood there, mouth open, rooted like Medusa turned to stone.

Suddenly the man got up and started toward me shouting. “What the hell do you think you’re looking at slut? You think you can just barge in on us and stand there staring like this show is for your own private amusement?”

I blushed and stammered, “No sir, it’s just you’re between me and my locker and if you’ll just excuse me I’ll go change…”

“The hell you will. You came to watch and you’re going to watch.”

The man reached one arm between my arms and my back and even though I struggled he quickly wedged his arm so well that my first arm was wedged under his armpit and my other arm was held in the crook of his arm so that he could use the rest of his arm from elbow to hand to reach up and pull my hair. He lifted and I found myself on tip toes while my arms felt cramped and then he yanked my hair until my neck felt like it was parallel to the ground. He ripped the towel out from under my arms and my face burned as I felt the air caress my body. Suddenly he kicked my legs out from under me and slammed me onto my knees in front of the bench.

“Don’t move, or you’ll wish you hadn’t. You’ll kneel there and watch me fuck her.”

“Yes sir.”

He knelt over what appeared to a gym bag and pulled out his belt.

“Just so the slut doesn’t get any ideas about touching herself without my permission.” He bound my arms behind my back uncomfortably tight with the belt. Then he kicked my knees apart and said “Keep your legs open like a good whore and you remember what you see, in case I make you recite your lessons afterward.”

Going back to the brunette he knelt beside her and started to lick and kiss her between her legs. I had never seen anything like it. I didn’t know men liked to kiss women there. I watched her arch her back. Her pink nipples jiggled while she took giant breaths and let out howling moans. I could see the muscles in his jaw while he worked to hasten her climax. I watched the expression on her face while she came. It was kind of a mix between agony and ecstasy. Her face stared right at me but her eyes were unfocused like she wasn’t seeing anything that was in this room.

The man got to his feet and gently helped the brunette down to her knees in front of his cock. Her eyes suddenly focused and she put her mouth on his cock. She quickly dove all the way down and made a seal between her mouth and his body. “Mmmm. That’s a talented slut. Here I was going to be nice to you,” he said as he held her there. I watched her squirm a little as she began to run out of air. He withdrew and I heard her take deep breaths in between thrusts as he began to fuck her face.

I squirmed a little. It was one thing to watch her receive pleasure, but watching her go down on him and not being able to touch him too was too much. The brunette should share. It’s not like there wasn’t plenty of him for both of us. I had never deep-throated anyone before but I felt certain I could if I could only have the chance and he would only teach me.

I watched her go down on him for what must have been ten or fifteen minutes. My knees hurt on the hard locker room floor. I was starting to get that deep ache in my groin. It was that familiar dull stabbing ache I always got when I fantasized about men for a long time but didn’t touch myself because I was trying to be a good girl. The blood was rushing to my genitals only to sit there stagnant, making everything all flushed and swollen. I started to get those familiar contractions near my cervix, like during orgasm, only uncomfortably clenching on nothing. It was highly unpleasant. I kept watching her lick him and I could smell myself because my genitals were open to the air and the moisture that had originally pooled between my legs had reached critical mass and was now slowly seeping down my thighs. I hoped he’d think the smell was the brunette.

Finally he seemed to be finished with the blow job part, because he guided the brunette back down to the bench on her back. The bench was too narrow to support her firmly, but she put her center of mass on the bench and balanced precariously. He crouched between her legs and entered her, reaching his hands underneath her shoulders so that his fingers curled around her shoulders. He used his grip on her shoulders as leverage to pull her toward him at the same time he used his thighs to thrust inside her. The full body effect looked hard, deep and grinding. He had this look of intense concentration on his face. I guessed maybe the long-term blow job was making it hard for him not to cum and he was concentrating to bring her to pleasure first. He didn’t have to wait long as she was making unholy wailing noises and I could see her arching her back and curling her neck against the bench so that she was no longer looking at the ceiling but was facing my direction. Her eyes rolled back and I could no longer see her irises. Then his body shuddered slightly and he let out a barely audible sound of satisfaction as he found his pleasure. He stood up and clenched his hands while shaking his head back and forth with his eyes closed. Tiny rivulets of sweat streaked down his muscular chest. Suddenly he opened his eyes and looked at me.

“Crawl to me slut.”

I crawled to him as best I could but my arms were still tied behind my back with his belt. I had to drag my knees along the concrete, my breasts swaying from side to side. I knelt in front of him.

“Clean my cock.”

I reached my mouth out toward him with my tongue out. I started lapping at his soft cock. The smell of male and female assaulted my senses. My face burned. I took his soft cock into my mouth and gently sucked the juices off of it. While I was down his cock all the way, I stuck my tongue out and started cleaning his balls with it. I let go of his cock and slowly sucked his balls into my mouth. I rolled them around in my mouth until clean. Even though he was soft and sticky with another woman’s moisture, I felt so grateful to be able to put him inside my mouth. He was shaved and the smooth texture was heavenly against my cheek and tongue and lips. Reluctantly finishing with his cock and balls I spread out to lap around the surrounding area until he was completely clean.

“Now clean her off,” he said as he gripped my hair and used it to violently lift me up and twirl me around backward. Then while I was off balance he threw me into her and my face landed between her legs. The force of the landing splattered her moisture all over my face so I couldn’t hold by face away from her and touch her only with my tongue like he had done earlier. I had never touched a woman sexually before let alone with my tongue. I hoped she liked it. I didn’t really know what I was doing. Sensing my slowness and hesitation, he held my hair so that my face was shoved against her, my nose was grinding into her, and he guided me to where he wanted my tongue.

“Clean her here. She’s dirty there. Faster slut! This isn’t vacation time. Get moving now, you lazy whore!”

Finally she shuddered underneath me and I realized I had managed to bring her a tiny orgasm. He released my hair and looked down at me.

“Of course you realize I still have to punish you for spying on us. I think we’ll both punish you.”

She got up off the bench and he lifted me up onto the bench. He put me up on my knees and then bent me over so that my ass was up in the air, my hands were still belted behind my back, and my neck was bent against the bench at an uncomfortable angle. The bench was too narrow for my knees and the edges of the bench bit into the edges of my knees as I struggled to balance in a way that wouldn’t put too much weight on my neck. She came up in front of me and sat on the bench, holding my shoulders in place while he came up behind me and put his hands on my ass. I could see my beet-red reflection in the shiny lockers as he spread me apart back there and examined me.

“You’re a wet little whore. You’re all shiny with moisture all down your whore thighs. Normally, I would spit on your ass cheeks, because they spank better when they’re wet. But I think you’ve got plenty of moisture here already.”

He used his hand to scoop some of the moisture from between my legs and stepped to the side of me. My embarrassment increased when I realized my ass was sticking in the air in the direction of the hallway and anyone could walk by and happen upon us like I had. I lost the ability to be embarrassed about anything however as he began spanking me full force. I felt my juices getting spread all over me and the smell in the room increased tenfold. The rain of hard smacks continued.

“Do you think I’m strong whore?”

“Yes sir.”

“I have martial arts training, you know.”

I remembered the martial art movies I used to watch on late night cable of the young hero slamming his fist through boards and cinder blocks. I wondered if it hurt so badly because he was trying to put his hand through my ass and out the other side like a training object.

He continued spanking me for around five minutes while I screamed. Growing tired of my wailing he reached into his gym bag into a plastic Costco bag and pulled out his workout underwear. He gagged me with it and I could taste his sweat.

“Such a tiny little mouth for such a big, healthy, woman with such big titties,” he said as he struggled to shove all of his underwear into my small mouth. When it was in place, I struggled to breathe through my nose as he continued to spank me.

Then she let go of me and he hauled me up off the bench and flipped me over onto my back.

“I don’t think my hand is making enough of an impression. Maybe my teeth will make my point much more sharply,” he said as he knelt beside me.

He grabbed my hair and she held my body in place while he sank his teeth into the soft of my cheek. With his teeth set into my face he slowly increased the pressure and brought his teeth closer and closer together while I made pathetic whimpering noises. When he released me, I felt the blood and heat rush into my face. He repeated the bites down my neck and down the front of my chest. Reaching my right breast he sucked a section of it into his mouth and slowly bit me, increasing the pressure until his teeth nearly met. My whimpering continued. He bit down my stomach and across the tender meaty parts of my thighs and then knelt between my legs and watched my eyes widen as he slowly brought his head down. I felt afraid. He sucked my clit into his mouth and turned his head to the side so that my clit was between his molars. He closed his mouth until I felt the sharp points of his teeth putting pressure on my clit. Just as the pain seemed more than I could bear he began to rotate his jaw in such a way that the points of his teeth scratched little circles on both sides of my clit. The moisture of my body and the saliva in his mouth made it a smooth constant circular scratching sensation and the pressure seemed to build. My whole body began to shake and she held me firmly on the bench while he held my abdomen firmly in his hands so I couldn’t rip my clit out of his mouth and across his teeth. I wanted to scream his name, but I didn’t know what it was, so I just screamed through my underwear gag. It was hard to scream because my mouth was so little and the gag was so large and soaking wet, but it was as if my mouth came unhinged just long enough to let me scream through the gag while thrashing wildly.

He lifted his head and continued holding my abdomen in place with his hands. “You’re such a naughty whore—cumming when I’m supposed to be punishing you. Maybe you need another spanking.” He started slapping my pussy. It was too soon after my orgasm and I felt each slap like a little dagger on my abused clit.

“I don’t think my hand makes much of an impression on you, slut.” He reached into his bag again and pulled out a jump rope. It was the kind with wide heavy handles and elongated little plastic beads down the rope.

“Help me hold her.”

She sat on my chest, which put pressure on my hands, which were still bound behind my back, and made it difficult to get a full breath around her weight. She pulled my legs back into the air and spread my pussy lips with her fingers. I was too slippery for her to hold so she dug her long, pink fingernails into my lips until I was wide open and firmly held.

He looped the jump rope once and started whipping me with the loop. I thought his aim was incredible as he managed to hit my clit firmly at least every other time. I didn’t know if he’d been using the jump rope outdoors on asphalt or something rough, because the surface of each little plastic bead was rough and worn and there would be a slight drag across my skin every time he would pull back to retrieve the rope for another swing.

Finally finished torturing my clit, he stood up and she got off my chest. I struggled to take large gasping breaths of air now that my chest could finally expand fully again. Before I had fully managed to catch up with my air demand he had hauled me onto my knees out into the hallway.

“Were you disappointed when I came in the other woman, bitch? Did the little slut want my cock too?”

“Yes sir.”

“I can’t very well give you my cock. I barely know you. I’m not a slut like you. But I’ll give the poor slutty baby something hard for her troubles.”

He reached his finger inside me. Finding me tight he said, “Hmmm. It’s unexpected for a slut to be so tight. I know you’re not saying no to guys, so it must be that no man has wanted your thick ass in a long time.”

He removed his finger and looped the jump rope around my neck several times. Pulling it tight, he put one of the handles near the entrance to my pussy and forced it in. I moaned in pleasure until I realized that he had the other handle positioned near my asshole. I squirmed in fear.

“Has slut ever had anything up her ass before?”

“No sir.”

“Does slut want me to stop?”

I was quiet.

“If slut wants me to stop I could just leave slut here.”

My eyes were wide and I was still quiet.

“Either all of slut’s holes are mine to abuse, or I’ll just leave her right here. I only have time for uninhibited girls. Tell sir what you want, now, bitch!”

“Yes sir.”

“Yes sir, what?”

“Please use all my holes, sir.”

He shoved the other handle in my ass and it hurt. The jump rope slithered roughly across my throat as he pulled out and inserted the handles repeatedly. One handle went in, and then one handle went out, and one handle went in and then one handle went out. The brunette started to slap my tits back and forth in time with the thrusting. I felt powerless. My hands were still bound behind my back and I had no control over the slapping or the choking of the rope, or the violation of my holes. The bite mark on my right breast throbbed as the brunette slapped it.

I felt this strange pressure building inside of me. It was like the beginnings of an orgasm, but different somehow. I felt confused and scared about what was happening to me. I squirmed and wiggled in fear. Seeing me wiggle around, the brunette switched from hitting my breasts to slapping me across the face. The bite mark on my cheek burned as she slapped me to the right and my head rotated back as she slapped me to the left. Suddenly some sort of critical point was reached and some sort of fluid soaked my legs.

“Naughty little slut squirted all over the place and now she has to clean it up.”

I was surprised to learn I’d squirted. For a second I’d been afraid maybe I’d peed on him. I thought only special women could squirt. My musing was interrupted as he flipped me over and held my hair so I could clean up the hallway. When I was done he lowered me to the floor and made me clean off his wet fingers.

Then he and the brunette stood up and started got dressed. He hugged and passionately kissed the brunette and then she left. He knelt down and finally undid the belt that was binding my arms. The blood painfully began to flow through my arms again as he put his belt on.

“Show me your locker, slut.”

I got up and walked to my locker. I opened it for him. He began to rifle through my things, laughing as he shifted my sensible cotton panties with the pastel print to the side. When he found my wallet, he reached in and removed my driver’s license.

“Well, well slut. Now I know where you live. Congratulations. You get to come back to this gym every night for the rest of your life, or until I get tired of you, whichever comes first. If I find a woman, you get to watch me fuck her. If I get extra generous, maybe someday I’ll let you touch my dick too, but I doubt it.”

He began to walk away, but then turned back and said, “Oh, and by the way, slut, when you get that nice new everyday-gym-body and guys start hitting on you, be sure to tell them you’re Derrick’s toy.”