No pulling out, p.1
No Pulling Out, page 1
Copyright © Tess West
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This is a work of fiction. All characters are at least eighteen years old. These stories contain explicit material.
WORKING IT HARD
By
Tess West
C laire strode into the gym. Pumped and ready, she had jogged from her front door to the gym, tossed her bag into the lockers, popped in her headphones and got started. She hit the treadmill, building from a casual jog into a full run. Thirty minutes later and her legs were burning, her blood was pumping and she was hungry for more. Lean and muscular, she knew how to prepare herself and warm up.
Taking a moment to get her breath, she moved on to the weights. She snatched up the dumbbells and sat in front of the mirror, ready to go. She looked herself over, and shook her head. The reflection looking back at her was weaker than she would have liked. She knew she was strong, but she didn’t have the body she wanted. But every second she spent in the gym was another step towards greatness, another stride towards transforming herself into the heavenly female image she knew she could obtain if she worked at it. She looked to the weights sitting either side of her feet, and decided they wouldn’t do.
With determination, she shoved them back and moved to a heavier pair. The strain she felt from the new weights not only told her that they were the next level, but they told her that she was making a good move. She started to curl, her arms went from formless limbs to groaning muscle. Her biceps grew in size as she peaked the weight. She felt her body struggling through it. She could almost feel the creatine working to keep her going, infusing her with the power she needed. She lowered the weight and lifted the other, and the strain was almost euphoric. It was exactly what she needed. She kept working, hitting twelve before halting to have a sip of water. She gazed at her reflection and caught her own smirk – sure, she was still slim, but she was getting stronger by the second.
As the music picked up, she hit another set, blasting through it with eagerness. It wasn’t long until she did a third with a few extra curls for good measure.
Claire wiped her brow. She was pleased with herself. She put the weights back, toweled down the bench and mounted one of the cross trainers. She pushed herself further, putting the settings higher. She knew she had the power to do it, she knew she could improve herself. She just had to push harder. She had been consuming huge amounts of protein, taking supplements of amino acid, creatine and thermo powder. Her body was processing her energy fantastically and she was excelling in improving herself. She was trimming down and getting leaner. She just wished her muscles showed more.
After punishing the cross trainer, she took a moment to rest. Aside from her water bottle, she had a shaker ready and waiting with her protein powder. She mixed it with some water and observed the room as she drank. So many people were there, some with the body she was working towards, some further behind her on the path to self-improvement. The gym was like a temple to her, it was where she chiseled away the fat, got healthy and boosted her morale. There was nothing she loved more than the post-workout glow she got after working every muscle she had, stripping away the weakness to be rebuilt with power and strength.
It made her feel truly alive.
“Good to see ya, Claire.” She had gotten to know a few other gym goers.
“Jason, gonna try lifting something today or are you just gonna pretend you can do more than 10 pounds?” Asked Claire.
“Ha! you must be kidding. I’ll be out lifting you and your 30’s soon… maybe today!”
“Try 35’s.” Claire replied with a smile.
“You son of a bitch!” Jason laughed, the rivalry they had only urged him onwards.
After finishing her protein shake, Claire moved over to the barbell rack. She loaded her weights with a little extra and started to bench press. By the time she had done her tenth, her arms were screaming. The feeling was beyond words, she had pushed herself further again and come out the other side the victor. Jason appeared at her side.
“Girl, you good?”
“Pushing myself, dude. Put an extra 10 on to see how I did. Shooting for 10 reps.”
“I can see, you arms are all shaky and stuff.”
It was true, and Claire didn’t even notice.
“One more set. Don’t quit now.” Jason smiled.
Claire hunkered down and got ready. She had sipped some water and was feeling ready to go again.
She went for it, but her arms were starting to strain too much by the eighth.
“Come on Claire, push it!” Jason said, encouraging her on. With a groan, she made her ninth before setting the weights down and dropping her arms to her side, exhausted.
“Claire…” Jason started.
“What?”
“It’s still your mother-frickin’ set…”
Grasping the bar, with a primal roar she pushed the final press of her set before setting it down again, to a cheer from Jason. The antagonism had pushed her on, and she loved it.
“Nice one, girl. Now get out the damned way!”
Claire stayed around a bit longer, doing a few more sets on other equipment. She was pleased with her results and was sure to totally tire herself out before hitting the showers. With the amount of protein she was taking, she knew she would be right as rain in the morning.
Stripping off, Claire got into the ladies’ shower and scrubbed away at the sweat that had formed on her body. She could feel the heat radiating from her various muscles. It was always the sign of a good workout when she could still feel the burn, and she would for at least another hour or so.
As she washed the soap from her body, she heard the changing room door bang open. The showers were secluded around a corner so she couldn’t see who it was.
The large, bulky frame of the Manager appeared. His name badge read: Drew Peterson. “Hurry up, we’re closing and I’ve got to lock all this up.”
Claire watched as the Manager undid his trousers and they dropped to the floor. He was nude underneath. He took off his shirt next. His pecs wobbled like firm jelly in front of Claire’s face and she couldn’t draw her eyes away. He was totally ripped. His hard-on sprung up and Claire bit down on her lip as she laid her eyes on it. It was enormous, but she didn’t anticipate anything less. Drew stepped over to her and she stepped out from under the shower.
“Good god, girl,” Drew whispered, his eyes staring at Claire’s pert, firm breasts. He looked at her, as if inquiring whether she would be alright with him moving things forward. Claire nodded. Drew reached for her breasts, cupping them tenderly and thoughtfully. As he caressed her, Claire felt someone else standing behind her. It was Jason. His lips delicately started kissing her neck. She got the feeling these two had done this kind of thing before.
Drew’s mouth dropped to Claire’s hard nipples, while Jason kept her trapped between them. She moaned and stuck out her ass. As Drew sucked at her nipples, Jason’s hands traced down to her wet, smooth ass. He massaged her cheeks expertly, and rubbed her delicate buns. Claire moved her waist toward him, allowing him to caress her a bit harder. “Oh man…” she sighed.
Jason’s soft lips moved to her shoulder, and he breathed lightly against her skin. He continued to stroke her ass, while Drew’s mouth suckled at her tits. Jason kissed his way down her back, until he got to her ass. He spread her round globes, ducked down and licked her pussy from behind. Claire wasn't expecting it. “Oh, god... that feels… Jesus, please keep going...” she moaned, as she was touched from both directions. She couldn’t take it anymore. “Oooooh…” she sighed, breathing heavily.
Jason pulled away from her, and licked his lips. “So sweet,” he said, with a mischievous smile.
Drew reached for Claire’s hand, and pulled her over to the changing bench, where he carefully pushed her down on her back. She observed him in wonder, as the man knelt over her. His cock was only a couple of centimeters from her face. It was truly massive, with very full-looking balls. Claire was about to speak, but before the words could come out of her mouth Drew spread her legs and lifted her legs up, resting them on his broad shoulders. He pressed his cock up against her incredibly tight pussy. She sighed and looked up at him. Without any warning, the Manager forcefully slid the first couple of inches inside her moist snatch. She tried to relax as Drew thrust forward, slamming her with the remainder of his cock. He took her right there, on the changing bench. Claire was ridiculously tight and the big cock felt like it was going to stretch her to the limit.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Jason had taken a seat on an adjacent bench and was viewing them. Drew pounded her hard, his firm powerful buttocks rising and falling as he drilled her unspoiled hole. Jason had stripped off too, and his hand was wrapped around his throbbing shaft as he worked his cock, watching his female work-out buddy getting speared. This felt so right. Claire was so absorbed and enjoying it so much. The enormous cock delved to her core, sliding deeper and deeper. She moaned as she draped her legs around him, her tight pussy getting pounded recklessly.
She held onto Drew’s hunky shoulders, enjoying the rapid movement of the man’s hips crashing against her body. She could hear intense and rapid panting coming from Jason, as he carried on jacking his rigid pole like there was no tomorrow. He came, and spurted his white seed all over his washboard abs.
As Drew’s cock burrowed its way in and out of her, Claire saw Jason get up and walk towards them. He moved around the bench, leant over and put his lips to her neck. He kissed her ravenously, his tongue licking up and down. They stay ed in that position, Drew’s cock deep inside her and Jason’s mouth hungrily kissing her. Jason sucked on her neck, as if pleading her to stay where she was.
Claire didn't want this to ever stop.
“Bend over, girl.” Said Drew.
Thoroughly turned on, Claire did as she was told. She turned around on the bench and offered her ass to the big Manager.
Her tight buns looked so enticing and juicy as she anxiously anticipated the strict man’s next move. Drew’s steady palm came down upon her fleshy cheeks. She glanced to her side at Jason, and they shared a thrilling moment of eye-contact and lust.
Drew gazed at the young woman’s ass for a moment. Claire’s butt was flawless, a bubble butt of which wet dreams were made of. Her eyes briefly winced as Drew laid down a significant slap upon her ample orbs.
Claire stayed in that position calmly and wondered to herself whether this entire scenario was a regular part of gym life. She didn’t have time to ponder that thought for long though, as she heard Drew’s strict voice behind her. “Your ass cheeks have already been disciplined once today! But I know you need more.”
Claire looked over her shoulder, and saw Drew licking the palm of his hand, before delivering it down hard on her ass, the warm spittle making the slap sting that little bit more. She yelled out at the top of her lungs.
“Good... good. That’s the sound I like to hear,” Drew said encouragingly.
Drew held his huge cock in his hand again, which was rock hard once more. It was so long, his big balls hanging down, heavy and loaded.
He hopped up on the bench and mounted her. Claire dug her nails into the surface before her as she let out a gasp. She felt hard pecs pressing up against her back as he breathed into her ear. Aware that she was definitely wet and in need of a good shafting, Drew pushed the big head of his cock up against Claire’s eager pussy. Drew slid back inside her, and began to pump her from behind.
He got to it, and slid his giant tool right up her extremely tight pussy until it was nearly balls deep. The young woman yelled and moaned, desperate to be filled.
The domineering Manager pumped his hips back and forth, rampantly banging her like a cheap ho, before withdrawing his member until just the tip was inside, and slamming back in, all the way. Claire’s snatch gripped onto the shaft as it slid in and out of her roughly.
Drew pounded her for a good few minutes. All the while she could feel that he was getting closer to his climax, and this was making her tremble in anticipation. Her warm love-juice had completely lubed up the smooth shaft of the massive cock. This made the penetration of her hungry hole that much easier, and it slipped in and out of her with maximum speed. The thrusting motions of Drew’s chunky thighs sent tremors down through Claire’s body, making the bench shake and wobble.
After a number of deep thrusts, Drew came inside her. His hot seed sprayed from his gigantic cock, firing spurt after spurt of sticky white spunk right up into her. He pulled out, and his uneven breathing proved that he couldn’t deal with much more and needed a rest. He sat down on the floor and tried to get his breath back, watching Claire and Jason cuddling.
Claire got on her knees on the floor. She intuitively knew what was expected of her. Jason stood before her and began to jack his cock over her, keen to reach his second climax and unload all over his buddy’s cute face. He wanked hard and fast, his wrist working overtime as his balls drew up. He sprayed his seed all over Claire’s face, cum-covering her in his warm semen.
She couldn’t fathom ever wanting to stop hanging out with these two. She was ready to do whatever she needed to, to keep this good thing going.
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A couple of months later, in her apartment, Claire rested back on her cold bathroom tiles. She had spent the best part of two weeks fearing the result, but she knew that now was the moment of truth. Part of her wanted it to be real, because that would mean she was going to be involved forever. She clutched at her belly and took a deep breath.
She closed her eyes, and she imagined she saw Drew’s big hard cock, throbbing and twitching. He wasn’t wearing a condom and he didn’t want to either. She knew that he impregnated her on purpose. “What does the future hold?” Claire asked herself in the empty bathroom. She stood up, her knees shaking as she took a sip of cold water.
As soon as she stepped into her living room, she heard a steady knock at the door. She looked through the peephole and saw that it was Jason and the big man. She slowly opened the door and looked at the two of them with wide, passionate eyes. “Hi, guys.”
She opened the door and stood to one side. In they walked, and Jason gave her bum a firm squeeze as he walked past.
“Good timing... I think we need to have a talk...” Claire said, pulling away a little. Jason glanced at Drew. She looked from one to the other, thinking of the best way to break the news. “I’m…” her words trailed off, as she stroked her tummy. There was no need for her to finish her sentence. They knew.
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LIFE AT SEA
By
Tess West
T here Kim was, on her first tour of duty. She looked out at the miles of open ocean, stretching as far as the eye could see and beyond. It was going to be one big adventure, as far as she was concerned. She thought back to the guys who came to her school some years ago, showing them videos about the benefits of joining the Navy. It was that which first sparked her interest in enlisting.
See the world.
That was what they told her, made it sound like some magical voyage. The reality was that they were only visiting the places that no sane tourist would ever set foot in. Kim tried not to think about the fact that she’d be here for four years. Perhaps things would get better, though it didn’t seem like anybody here actually enjoyed their job. Most of the new recruits planned to leave as soon as they were discharged. When she looked at the officers, she was met with stern, angry faces. The faces of people who’d seen the ugliness of humanity, and committed terrible acts in the name of blind patriotism.
Looking at the way the officers acted was enough to convince her that perhaps she’d made a mistake. Maybe she wasn’t meant for a career in the military, but what was she meant for? Perhaps this was the reality of the situation, maybe people only ended up here because they had no other opportunity. Sure, there’d be some who romanticized the idea of fighting for their country, but even those happy-go-lucky patriots should surely realize that there’s almost nothing worth fighting for these days.
A bitching sailor is a happy sailor.
She’d heard that line tossed about a few times. She was pretty sure it was used as an excuse for those in charge to treat their subordinates like crap and make out that they were doing a good job. It was that kind of sentiment that pissed her off. Imagine if you were on a building site, and they said ‘If you don’t injure yourself, you’re not working hard enough.’
Sure, she’d quickly come to realize that the idea of the stoic, noble and chivalrous sailor was fantasy, regardless of gender, and sailing across the world and visiting exotic locations took a backseat to standing on watch for hours, being degraded by your superiors, and generally being made to feel like an expendable, superfluous nobody. She accepted that this was going to be hard work, and there was no real way out of it. Kim had made her choice and she would stick by it, but what really grated on her were those salesmen in military uniform who’d visited her school all those years ago. She just couldn’t get them out of her head. She remembered their smiling faces and unusually bright teeth. Where were they right now? Probably getting a good night’s sleep, without a care in the world for the pathetic saps like her who’d believed their nonsense.
