Several hours later, after having fucked Michele senseless, Monique whispered into her ear, “Bonjour, Madame Michele! Or should I say, good afternoon?” as she stood before her with a tray of French toast, coffee, and croissants.
Monique had a knowing smirk on her pretty face as she placed the meal on Michele's lap and then kissed her deeply. The lesson in love that Monique had given Michele had been truly memorable, especially since Michele learned the proper techniques of what Kincaid called the "Art of Lesbos!"
“Good Afternoon my Love,” said Kincaid as he came in to the bedroom and kissed Michele, as she sipped on her coffee, on the cheek, and headed toward the bathroom. When he returned, after about 20 minutes, Kincaid was freshly showered and shaved as Michele finished eating her breakfast, or was it now dinner? Either way though Michele was content, full of sexual energy and ready to step out and enjoy the remainder of Paris day, and later, as promised, the Parisian nightlife. It was another hot and humid day in Paris, and Kincaid had special plans for his lovely lady for the evening, but first, he announced, it was time for them to head to the gym, as he stepped back into the bedroom wearing a pair of tight black spandex bicycle shorts and a gray sweatshirt.
“I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of arranging you to meet with a personal trainer at my gym across the river.” Kincaid said, as Michele looked at him dumbfounded.
“But Kincaid, why do I need to workout?” asked Michele.
To which Kincaid just smiled and winked at her and said, “Because you must; however, I promise you will not be strenuous on your first day, but believe me you will definitely benefit from having a personal trainer,”
After Michele got up and finished her shower, she found on her bed what Kincaid had chosen to be her “workout clothes.”
Michele's eyes got wide as she picked up the outfit, which he laid on the bed, as she said to herself, “You must be joking Kincaid, these are not the workout clothes I am used to wearing!”
The outfit that Kincaid had chosen for Michele to wear to the gym was a one piece sheer white thong backed leotard, the fabric of which molded onto her body, and when wet, became sheer. Kincaid had also had Monique lay out for Michele a pair of white bobby socks and a new pair of white Reeboks.
15 minutes later, as the traffic roared by, instead of being excited and exhilarated, Michele feared that someone might down as they drove in Kincaid's convertible through the center of Paris. Even with the oppressive heat and humidity, Michele felt naked, for the meager clothing that clung to her body still made her feel uncomfortable. The even thinner clothing that was stretched taught over her chest, and exposed her nipples, made her feel completely exposed. Yet, even though Michele felt somewhat humiliated, she also had to admit to herself that wearing the barely there outfit also gave her a thrill - just like Kincaid had hoped it would.
Still Michele had ample reason to be afraid, for the one piece thong workout outfit left little to the imagination. Which she quickly realized as semi truck suddenly pulled along side, at the traffic light, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a man sitting in the cab, as he looked right down on her. Feeling the stares, Michele suddenly made the mistake of glancing up, and in response, the leering men in the truck puckered their lips and gave her a whistle.
Suddenly the red light finally changed and Michele breathed a sigh of relief.
For whatever reason, Michele felt extra embarrassed because, before meeting Kincaid, she had had little experience in showing off her ample chest. Little did she know how truly beautiful her body was until Kincaid had introduced her, in Paris, to the decadence and wonderfulness of being so uninhibited. As the light turned green she heard the roar of the truck engine as the men attempted to accelerate along side. They wanted to look at her again, she knew, because, in the Paris heat, she had a lot for them to look at. Even though Kincaid had purchases her size, she felt the outfit was too small, for the top looked as though it was designed for a girl with half her cup size, as her breasts filled it to overflowing.
The men kept up with them for only a few feet. It was a lucky thing she sat in a Ferrari, which their Renault semi tractor had no chance keeping up with. After shaking loose from the traffic, Kincaid and Michele drove for a long time, about 20 minutes, until they got off the freeway, whereupon Michele noticed that they were in another part of Paris that was unlike the beautiful parts she was familiar with. As they made their way through the dirty streets, Michele noticed that everywhere there was graffiti and garbage. The buildings all were run down and she briefly worried about their safety until finally they pulled up to the front of a dilapidated building that had word “Fitness de Luc” over the steel gated entrance. Kincaid reached in the back and grabbed the gym bag, which he said held their clothes for the evening, and then said to Michele that this was where he went three nights a week to work out and tone the fabulous muscles on his tall and handsome 6-foot-2, 48 year old physique.
The sparsely populated street told Michele that the gym wasn't very popular at dusk. In fact there were several dilapidated cars in a lot next to the building, which only gave a hint as to the type of gym it was inside. This was not an exclusive club for professionals where one could relax after a long day at the office, but rather it was an old fashioned gym that Luc originally used to train immigrant prizefighters from Turkey, and other street toughs, like the gang members who roamed the underworld and provided protection for his, Luc’s, lucrative side businesses.
After stopping in front of the gym, Kincaid decided to park the car in the back lot, away from all the other cars, and as far away from the front entrance as possible. Michele had butterflies in her stomach as she worried about the people who might see her when she got out of the car.
"Seriously, what are we doing here?" Michele leaned over and asked with a knowing and fearful curiosity.
"I told you my love, we're going to work out, of course. What else would you do at a gym?"
As Kincaid let out a slight laugh, which Michele did not laugh along with, he then said- "Oh, don't worry my love, it will be fun. Just do what I say, and I promise you'll have a great time."
Michele was afraid to step out of the car, thinking that some slimy gangster or punk might see her. She could almost picture someone walking past her now, giving her a suggestive look or calling her a whore. But, as she looked around and stepped out of the car, all was clear, and no one was within sight. She then got out of the car and quickly and followed a step behind Kincaid. Much to her relief, they did not walk around to the front of the building, but instead went through a back delivery door, just like the one they went through, at Kincaid’s apartment, the day of their alley sex session.
At first it seemed okay to Michele, but it did feel weird walking into a strange, dank, and very dark and mysterious place with no more on than a sheer thong one piece leotard, and a pair of tennis socks and running shoes. At first there seemed to be no one inside of the gym to see her as she followed Kincaid down a short hallway, and past some locker rooms. Despite the cars no one seemed to be working at this time at night, but that suddenly changed when they walked through a fire door into the main workout area of the gym.
What Michele saw and smelled were the dark skinned young men from such places as Turkey, Iran, and the Congo lifting free weights while others walked on ancient treadmills, while a few of the bigger men did specialty work-outs on machines, like leg presses, and curls.
Seeing that she was the only female in sight, due in large part to her outfit, Michele suddenly felt very exposed and turned to hide back behind the door, but before she could escape, she found that the door was already locked behind her.
"Don't be shy," Kincaid told her. "Follow me."
Kincaid then took Michele firmly by the arm, and walked her through the gym, as she felt the eyes of over a dozen olive and coal black skinned men upon her and her thong encased buttocks. Even after all that had happened since her arrival in Paris, Michele still felt very embarrassed, even humiliated as Kincaid paraded her in front of these leering men. However, despite her embarrassment and humiliation, Michele she did admit to herself that there definitely existed an erotic element to the musky and testosterone filled gym.
Michele then walked past the treadmills, and then past the weight stations, but was afraid to look back at the men when they looked at her. She held her head down and acted shy, as she walked amongst the beefy and sweaty young men, almost as if she was in a dream.
"She's a friend of mine and Luc’s," Kincaid said, in French, to the old Turk who manned the counter, as Kincaid handed her his membership card.
The old man gave Michele an unfriendly glare, as he pointed out to Kincaid, in French. "You know this is a mens gym?" The old man at first wanted to refuse Michele entrance, but then thought better of it, as he suddenly recognized Kincaid, and remembered that he and Luc were close friends, as he to Michele in English, "Although I guess it's all right for you. At least I know none of the men will complain about your workout attire."
The old Turk then gave Michele a leering smile as he handed Kincaid and Michele clean towels, after which Kincaid laid the bag down by the entrance to the men's locker room, and said, "Let's start you on something simple." He then took Michele by her hand and walked her toward one of the ancient exercise machine.
Kincaid the proceeded to show Michele how the chest press machine worked, as he said “You lie back against a pad that extends up at about a 45 degree angle, and then you take hold of two bicycle like handlebars, and push up.” Michele mostly noticed the way Kincaid’s chest pushed out at the bottom of each press, which made her realize it would be especially embarrassing for her.
The cool leather stuck to Michele's ass cheeks when she took Kincaid’s place, and then took hold, pushed the handlebars forward against the resistance of the machine, and then relaxed it again at her side. She pushed once, twice, three times, as each time she felt her chest stick out when she relaxed her arms. Even worse, she noticed that the machine faced towards the rest of the gym, as all of the men were free to look at her barely concealed crotch, although few of them did. Michele did feel some of the men take quick glances, but most of the men continued to work out as though nothing was unusual about a half naked white female working out along side them. This left Michele with a very erotic hope, as she wondered if there was more to this workout than just exercise, for the men around her treated her like she was just another man, even though they clearly could see she was not.
Elsewhere, on the Internet, and all over the world, word had gotten out, from a hacker in Russia, how to tap in and watch the broadcast of Michele's latest sexual escapade, via the web, from the cameras Luc and Kincaid had installed in the gym and locker room.
Michele and Kincaid did not stay long at the first machine before they moved on to the next. She hardly had time to work up a sweat as Kincaid took her over to a weight bench.
The thick rubber of the bench felt good against Michele's semi nude backside when she laid down. Again, she felt it most distinctly against her bare buns, which reminded her of all the men who had just leered at her ass after she had passed by them. A bar supported by two stands was positioned above her with weights on both ends. For this exercise, she needed a spotter, and Kincaid picked what must have been the biggest, and most sparsely clad bald black man in the room.
"Hey Kinja," Kincaid called over to him in French. "Would you mind helping me spot for Michele?"
"No problem," He said, as he walked over to them wearing nothing but a tight bikini brief with a well pronounced budge in front, the massive girth of which Michele could not help but notice as he stood along side her laid out body. Kinja was well over seven feet tall, strong, muscular, and shirtless. He looked like a linebacker for a professional football team, but it was his growing bulge that looked especially menacing.
Kinja then stood behind Michele and lightly gripped the bar with his hands. His crotch was positioned almost directly over Michele's head. As she pushed up the weight, she looked directly at his dark scrotum, and could almost see the outline of his near golf ball sized testicles.
"Very good," He said to Michele in broken English as he looked down on her. "You're doing a very good job Michele. That looks nice."
Michele knew he was complimenting more than her weightlifting ability, for she felt his eyes roam all over her nearly nude body, admiring her tits as she lay in front of him. Michele could sense the African's arousal, as she watched intently as his bulge slowly began to expand. The sight of the African's manhood only served to increase Michele's arousal even further as her heart began to race faster in anticipation of milking from and tasting the juices from the cock above.
As a result of her growing arousal and admiration of Kinja's cock, Michele worked on the bench much longer than the first, and quickly started to pant, as she felt her arms grow tired.
"Why don't you trade positions?" Kincaid suggested, as he winked to his Kinja.
Kinja then helped Michele place the bar back on the overhead rack, and then took her place and laid down on the bench.
"Go ahead and spot for Kinja," Kincaid then told Michele.
Such a suggestion seemed ridiculous, of course, as there was no way Michele could be expected to lift the bar with the two additional disks that Kincaid help Kinja place on each side, but she said nothing. Even though she felt useless as his spotter, the position gave her a perfect viewing angle.
Suddenly, Michele let out a gasp when she saw the tip of Kinja's cock appear above his bikini briefs.
"Are you all right Michele?" Kincaid asked of her with a slight smile.
"Fine," she answered with a high-pitched squeal, louder than what she intended. "I'm just fine. No problem!"
Michele could easily tell that Kinja's cock was not just big., but monstrous! Kinja clearly was a very well endowed young man, as his semi hard cock laid at an angle and pointed to the side. Michele was being blessed with a side profile of its furthest reaches. And not only that, but she could see that he was circumcised and had a thick mushroom on the tip. It was just the way she liked it, long and thick, as she stared at it for several long moments while she practically ignored the weights.
They then worked out her legs next, as she sadly left Kinja behind, but then they walked up to two Iranian men laying on their backs and pushing down with their legs. Michele noticed they were muscular and young like Kinja. Both were also shirtless and wore the same style of bikini briefs. She could tell that they had been working out for a long time, for their bodies dripped in a thick layer of sweat that made them look and smell extremely sexy. She could not help but wonder if either of them were as well endowed as Kinja.
"I'll let you go first," Kincaid said, as he interrupted Michele's admiration of the bigger of the two bulges. "I'll help you get started."
Lucky for Michele the weight bench between the two men remained empty, as she laid down on it, while Kincaid adjusted the weights. The bigger of the two men lay to her right, with a big, burly beard covering most of his face, while the other was clean-shaven and wore a patch over his eye.
Like the rest of the men, 'eye patch' and the bearded one continued to work out seemingly oblivious to the sight of Michele's sparsely clad body when she laid down. She, however, noticed theirs, as she took advantage of the opportunity to admire the bulges made by their biceps, quads, and especially by their dicks. As Michele pressed forward with her feet, her eyes roamed back and forth to the tight mounds that were on each side of her. Like Kinja, she thought she saw the bigger of the two cocks start to grow even bigger, but then she figured it was only the side effect of her now very horny imagination.
"Hi," a thick Arabic voice said to Michele. "How much are you doing?"
She was taken by surprise, as the words come from her left and she did not know what they meant at first, but then I realized he was referring to the weights.
By this time, Kincaid had disappeared from her view, as his phone had rung.
"I'm afraid I have no idea," Michele answered honestly to the bearded one. "My boyfriend set the weights, and I'm kind of new to this sort of thing."
The bearded one then stopped for a moment to look. While she continued doing the leg presses, 'eye patch' got up and looked at the side of the machine.
"One twenty," eye patch concluded. "That's pretty good for someone of your stature." After which he turned, and Michele clearly saw the outline of a long pole pointing up and to one side of his briefs. He looked to be another well endowed young man.
"My name's Habib," the one with the eye patch said, as he introduced himself and got back on the bench and started up again.
"I'm Michele," she said half out of breath. By this time though she was tired, as her legs had started to ache. She wanted to quit this little bench pressing exercise, but then, as she stared at Habib's cock, she suddenly was rewarded with a renewed source of energy. Habib did only two or maybe three leg presses after he laid back down, when suddenly, Michele was left with the sight of her second mushroom cock head of the evening. Unlike Kinja, this one showed more. The action of his feet and thighs allowed it to escape completely. Instead of looking at it inside his briefs, it poked out. A good three, or four inches of dark skinned male flesh sprung out from the top of his bikini briefs, though he did nothing about it and casually ignored the thing.
Like Kinja, he was clearly a very well endowed young man, and his cock was very thick, with a very substantial diameter. She knew it was long too, but that was more difficult to gauge, as Michele could not help but wonder how many more inches remained covered under his briefs.
Michele noticed that the weights did not feel nearly as heavy when Habib look at, them, but they soon made her legs tired never the less.
After hanging up his phone, Kincaid came back to where Michele lay and said, "Lets do a little running."
Michele did not want to leave, but rose anyway, even as she noticed both men were hard now, especially Habib, as he continued to expose his cock. The bearded man looked as though his might even be bigger, but his cock remained firmly locked inside his briefs. Michele didn't know where Kincaid went while she did the leg presses, but she really did not care since the two men provided ample entertainment.
Then, as they headed over to a row of new machines, Michele pleaded, "Please, not those," as she saw where Kincaid was taking her.
What Michele saw was a group of about a dozen treadmills standing against the wall where several well conditioned men jogged in place on three of them. Michele quickly realized Kincaid wanted her to jog along with them, as she suddenly realized just how much her breasts would bounce in a run. Her exercise outfit offered almost no support, and she knew that her bosom would bounce hard and move all over the place, possibly even bursting out of the thin fabric of her top.
"Please!" Michele begged as Kincaid set the controls on her machine. "I can't run in this!"
Kincaid ignored Michele's pleading. The treadmill started up and she was forced to start walking as Kincaid stepped onto the treadmill next to her and began jogging.
"Well," Kincaid questioned. "Are you 'coming' or not?"
Michele suspected his words had a double meaning, for she had not cum yet, and she was desperate to feel the flow of her orgasmic release as the treadmill then started to move faster, and she was forced to keep up.
Michele could not believe she was doing this! It wasn't bad at first, but then the treadmill began to move faster and faster. It looked as though Kincaid had programmed it with his own personal program to start slow and accelerate faster. Michele tried her best to run level and not bounce her body around too much, and she tried to be careful, but it soon became impossible as her legs, which were already tired from the leg press exercise, now ached. Soon she started to get out of breath, even as the treadmill kept up its ever present acceleration to higher and higher speeds.
Michele's breasts then started to bounce, and then they began to bounce some more, which made her ordeal worse as her legs began to grow numb. Suddenly Michele's tits really start to fly, as they swung up in one direction and then back over to the other. The best she could do was to keep them from flying out. This time some of the men had a hard time ignoring her, even though they had done their best to ignore her, but this time they couldn't help but look. When Michele saw the eyes of several of the young and sweaty men locked on her chest, she felt both humiliated, but at the same time she felt a deep sexual thrill at the hope of what might happen after her run was over.
However, the run was far from over, as the treadmill accelerated to an even faster pace, causing Michele's legs to hurt even more, as her tits bounced around with increased violence, so much so that they started to hurt. Glancing down, Michele saw her worst fears come true, for even though her top still covered her breasts, because of the sweat that now soaked the fabric, the top had begun to shrink, making it look as though her top was on the verge of flying apart. The straps of the one piece outfit started to chaff the skin at the side of her chest and behind her neck, as she realized her heavy and sweaty tits were placing tremendous stress on the thin fabric of the straps, and that any faster the thin straps would break.
Looking around the room, Michele saw the eyes of additional men locked upon her. Their stares felt both exhilarating and erotic, and secretly she wanted the top of her outfit to tear apart and her tits to break free. She then thought about what she would look like in a run with no top at all, the image of which gave her an extra burst of strength, after which, as she panted heavy with exhaustion, she told Kincaid that she could not go on and then jumped off the still running treadmill. By now Michele was completely out of breath, for her lithe body was no covered completely in sweat, and she noticed that her hair was wet. She was now at the point of near collapse and muscle failure as she felt her legs and arms quiver, the weakness of which caused her to brace herself on Kincaid's treadmill.
Kincaid continued to jog at Michele's side as she said, “I have to give you credit. Your body is obviously in much better physical condition than my own. I am not accustomed to working out like this.” Yet, despite her physical exhaustion, the exercise in voyeurism, in watching all of the semi naked young and muscular men in the gym, now filled her completely with desire that she couldn't wait to get her lover into bed tonight.
"Have enough of a workout?" Kincaid questioned, still running at a good pace but hardly out of breath.
By now Michele was bent over, with her hands on her knees, still panting with exhaustion.
"I think so," Michele said between breaths.
"Good, then time for your reward," Kincaid said as he stepped of the treadmill. "It's time to shower."
Kincaid then took Michele by the hand and headed towards the back of the gym. She wondered what he meant by "reward" as she saw two doors. One said, in French, "women," and the other was labeled, in French, "men." Michele started to head for the women's locker room, but Kincaid suddenly jerked hand still held on to her own and said to her, "No, this way!"
Michele was initially shocked, and afraid to follow, but upon her hesitation Kincaid only pulled harder, and before she knew what had happened, she was pulled into the mens' locker room.
Immediately upon entering Michele saw scores of sweaty dark skinned nude men walking around, most of whom were in the shower washing their perfect muscular bodies. However, what really caught Michele's attention was the fact that, after she had entered, none of them paid any attention to her. As Kincaid led her to his locker, deep within the bowels of the musty and steamy room, the men walked by her as though nothing was out of the ordinary about a woman in a mens locker room. One even bumped her with his arm as he walked by.
It was readily apparent to Michele now that, much like the party at Katya's this too was all part of Kincaid’s prearranged plan, for the men had all been told earlier, by Luc, to act as though Michele was just another guy.
Unlike the men, all of whom were too worn out from their weightlifting, Michele was now even more aroused, for it was as though she was in dick heaven. Around her were cocks of all colors, shapes and sizes, all of which bounced as they walked past her. More importantly, these weren't just any cocks, for these were large foreign men with sculpted muscles and well toned bodies. For Michele, it truly was paradise.
Michele tried hard not to stare at them while she waited for Kincaid to open his locker, but it was difficult, especially since, just feet away, one particular tall and athletic African washed himself in the shower. Michele was lost in lustful amazement as she watched the ebony god rub soap into his chest, down his stomach, after which he ran his soap filled hand over his dick and balls. He then lathered them up, and in the process moved them all around. The African, to Michele, looked well hung, as his soft cock extended several inches down his legs, the sight of which caused her to almost drool as she tried to picture what his cock would look like standing upright and at attention. However, Michele's view got even better when the African dropped the soap in the shower, and, with his back towards Michele, he bent over to pick it up. As Michele looked at his ass as he bent over, she could see his big dick hanging down between his legs. For her, it truly was an incredible sight to behold, as her lustful concentration was broken, when she suddenly felt her lover's warm breath on her neck.
"I bet you would love to wrap your hand around it," Kincaid whispered into her ear. "I bet you would like to pull it for him, maybe lead him around by his dick."
It is as though Kincaid had read Michele's mind. He was right, as a fantasy suddenly formed in her mind. She then smiled as she thought about what it would be like to stand in the shower with the nameless African, maybe even help him lather up his cock and balls. She knew she could get them very clean, as she pictured herself feeling over every square inch of his monster.
It was at that point that Kinja came up to Kincaid and Michele, and said, "Hello Kincaid and... is it Michele?" He questioned in fractured English.
Michele just nodded her head, unable to speak as she turned to face the semi nude Kinja.
"Have a good workout?" He walked right over to them and asked.
"Good enough," Kincaid answered in English. "I would like to stay longer, but Michele is getting too horny. She asked if we could go home to fuck."
Michele's head turned like it is on a coiled spring, as she looked up at Kincaid in shock; however, her blushing face gave away her real desires.
"It looks like you better hurry," Kinja said in English with a smile. "I'm not so sure if she can make it."
It was a humiliating remark, but then Kinja turned around and she forgot all about it, as her lover said, "Well, aren't you going to take a shower too?"
Michele was shocked. While she was busily admiring the cocks all around her, Kincaid had completely undressed, as he now stood beside her naked, with a towel over his shoulder.
It was at that point that Michele paused for a moment to consider just exactly she was going to experience, for here she was in the middle of a dingy and dank men's locker room, with at least two dozen handsome, fit, and naked men standing around her, all of whom looked to be very well hung. Kincaid had just asked her to take off her thong one piece and join them in their naked state, the suggestion which nearly caused her to cum right then and there, for she knew that this was a yet another test in exhibitionism and hedonism that she did not want to fail.
As Kincaid stood behind Michele waiting, she moved her hands up her sweaty top and then slowly ripped open her top, which allowed her firm and substantial breasts to break free. As she ripped her top open and freed her breasts, several men looked at them, and despite their best efforts, they were now no longer able to ignore her. After her breasts were free, Michele then kicked of her shoes and socks, and then slipped down her sweat soaked thong bottom and showed them more. The bottom was easier because she was already half exposed, as she slipped it down and showed off her well shaven pussy.
Once Michele was completely naked, Kincaid then took her by the hand and led her into the shower. As they walked, Michele could feel the eyes that now followed her. Michele could feel all of them admiring her firm tits and naked pussy, yet, even as they stared, most of them remained obedient, per Luc’s orders, and continued to act as though there was nothing out of the ordinary about a naked American female inside a smelly and testosterone filled mens locker room and shower.
Seconds later Michele stood in the middle of the dimly lit tiled shower and allowed the warm water to cascade over her. She remained naked, of course, and so was everyone else, the only difference was that she was a female and the rest were all males. She couldn't believe there were five beautifully sculpted muscular naked men taking a shower along with her. One of them, she noticed, had become partially erect, and it excited her, especially when one of them then grabbed her by the ass, whereupon she turned and found it was Habib.
"Oh, excuse me," Habib said with a lustful breath.
Michele was about to reply, but before she had a chance to say anything she noticed his cock, as she glanced down and saw him standing fully erect and pointing up at attention from between his muscular legs, the sight of which looked to be even longer and fatter than before.
Looking over her wet body, Habib smiled and said. "Have a good work out?"
Frozen with lust, Michele opened her mouth to form words, but she was now unable to answer as she felt herself being surrounded. From behind her Michele heard another man say, "It sure looks like you did," to which another man replied, "That looked to be quite a workout on the treadmill."
Sensing what was soon about to happen to her, Michele looked over to see Kinja, and looked down to see that he was inflated too. She was not sure who was bigger, Habib or Kinja, for they both had enormous cocks, nine or maybe ten inches in length. It was at that point, under the cascading hot water, that Michele felt another man touch her on the ass. This one though did not grab her with his hand, as she looked around to see that he must have touched her with the head of his cock. It was the same man, the African, she saw in the shower when she first walked in, for he was also at a full erection and looked to have the biggest of all. Michele suddenly realized that Kincaid was no longer with her, in fact he was no where in sight, as the five naked and very well endowed studs circled and surrounded her in the shower.
It was the African who started the sexual assault, for when Michele turned to face him, he took her by the arms and brought her in close. He then kissed her, and at the same time she felt the tip of his cock brush up against the crack of her ass, as he bent down and held her firm. Michele knew that her first instinct should have been to scream and run away, but she didn't, as she was powerless and had no more strength left as the African pressed tight against her, working his big cock into her tiny pussy.
As Michele watched the men in front of her begin to stroke their menacing cocks, from behind her, the African said. "Relax and enjoy it."
There was no need for foreplay now, as the gym served as their own foreplay, for the African had been ordered to simply enter Kincaid’s newest conquest raw. Which is exactly what he did, as his big meaty hands encircled Michele's waist, pulled her close, and then slowly entered her wet pussy. Yet, despite her excitement, Michele's pussy felt his size immediately, for he was big, really big. Despite his size, the African easily slid his cock inside Michele, as the head of his cock forced her open more than she had ever been opened before. He entered slowly but deliberately, sinking his long cock deeper and deeper inside with every passing second, until finally, just when she thought he was fully inserted, he rammed it home with a final thrust. As Kincaid and the rest of the world watched on video and the Internet, it was readily apparent, by the look of pleasurable surprise on her face, that this was the deepest Michele had ever been impaled before.
"OHHHH GOD!!!!!" Michele cried out, but before she had a chance to catch her breath, the African began to fuck her hard in the middle of the mens shower room, as the global audience watched.
Among those watching of course was her husband and millions of others, as well as a group of mysterious men in Japan, all of whom had been summoned to watch in preparation for what was now being referred to in Tokyo as 'Operation Geisha.'
"Oh, oh, oh," Michele panted and screamed with each thrust, closing her eyes tightly, until finally she opened them up and realized even more men were surrounding and watching her, as her screams were loud enough for those in the gym to come in and watch the spectacle. As the naked muscle men surrounded her Michele knew that she must have looked like a wanton slut, but she couldn't help it, for at that moment she did not care.
As she and the African fucked, slowly, Michele was forced to back up., for the African's cock was simply too much manhood for her body to handle, and she couldn't keep still. She soon found herself pegged up against the wall, where the African could gain additional leverage and enter her even further. The wet, smooth surface of the tiled wall slid across her hands, face and cheeks as the African's hard meat rammed in and out.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
The African's hands soon left her waist where they were no longer needed, as he then brought them up to Michele's chest, whereupon she felt his strong hands push her breasts up from below and then circled around, as he roughly kneaded her tits as he savagely fucked her. From this angle the African fucked Michele long and hard as she plead for mercy. Ignoring her pleas, the African continued to give her what was, in her mind, the best animalistic fuck she had ever received. Michele soon find herself on the verge of an orgasm, but the African didn't give her the chance because, as before she could cum, the African stopped, then rammed his cock home, and grunted. Seconds later Michele she felt the African throb and explode deep within her as his cock filled her so tight that she could actually feel it throb and squirt deep inside.
After cumming, and listening to Michele's pleas for more cock die down, the African took Michele by her wet hair and forced his tongue down her throat, after which he said, "Thank You."
The African then turned his head around and said, "She's good! I must say Kincaid’s girlfriend is quite a good fuck!" He then pulled out of her completely, the emptiness of which left Michele completely unsatisfied for she had failed to reach her own orgasm.
Sensing Michele's disappointment, she heard a familiar voice say, "Let me try," as Michele turned to see Kinja eagerly requesting to take the African's place. With Kinja stepping up the disappointment quickly left her, for Michele was in desperate need of an orgasm, but she knew that, with all of these men waiting to rape her, that she would be more than satisfied before she left the gym.
Kinja then spun Michele around and picked her up and placed her on top of his cock, as his massive arms held her tight against the wet tile wall, after which he fuck her hard, as she screamed out "Oh, oh, oh!" With Kinja fucking her now, Michele started panting like before, until seconds after his cock entered her, Michele's orgasm hit her before she was ready, as she screamed, “FUCK!" at the same time her body tensed as she looked up, and felt both of her feet leave the ground. Kinja then slammed Michele against the shower room wall and presented her with the most powerful orgasm of her life.
As Michele's body convulsed, she heard her rapist say, "More than good! I like a woman who isn't afraid of letting you know when she gives an orgasm. I can't wait for another." However, Kinja did not give Michele time to rest as he immediately started up again.
"Please!" Michele begged as she tried to stop him in a voice that said she really did not mean it. "Oh please, please stop. Let me rest."
Kinja acted as though he could not understand what Michele was saying as continued his vaginal assault. Michele now felt numb after that first orgasm, and for several moments she could hardly even feel him thrusting in and out, but soon the sensation returned at about the same time she felt his meaty hands begin to paw her breasts.
"I like these," Kinja complimented. "Now these are what I call tits."
Kinja moved Michele's breasts around, squashing, squeezing; even pinching her nipples. Yet, sooner than she thought possible, Michele started to feel another orgasm approach. She began to feel the coming orgasm gather momentum from somewhere deep inside of her, but just like the African, Kinja let go too soon as his hands left her chest as his body tightened and he rammed Michele's weary body hard up against the wall and unloaded.
"Take it Bitch," Kinja yelled. "Take it all!"
Which is exactly what Michele did as she felt him throb and shoot into her three separate and long streams of hot thick spunk, after which Kinja stayed inside, for at least a minute afterward, as he experienced additional smaller eruptions.
"Excellent fuck," Kinja said as he finally pulled out. "Oh Michele, you are quite an excellent fuck." Michele just nodded as she turned around and with all of her strength steadied her wobbly legs with her hands on the wet and warm shower tile.
"Good job," The other men said in French, as they patted him on the shoulder as though he has just scored a soccer goal.
"That was great!"
"What a show!"
As Michele stood there, she felt the African's and Kinja's thick liquid seed flow down her inner thighs, for her womb was was so full of cum after a double fuck that her pussy could not hold it all. It was at that point that that Kinja stepped back, but in doing so he had pulled out of her like the African and had again left her on the orgasmic edge. Michele then wondered who would be next, as a thick Russian voice said in English, "I wonder if she is as big of a slut as she seems to be."
Upon hearing the Russian, Michele looked toward the rough voice, which was out of the shower and in the direction of the lockers. The voice came from the first white man she noticed in the shower - the biggest man of them all, Igor Brezhnev, Russia's former champion weightlifter. It was at this point that Michele found her eyes being drawn to Igor, who was laying on one of the benches, bare, naked, face up, as she focused in on his cock, the longest one she had ever seen.
"I think she is," Someone said, in French, from the near the door.
"She's the biggest slut I've ever seen," another man said in very broken English.
Michele continued to look at the Russian, for she was unable to pull her eyes off his gigantic tool, for she could not help but wonder what it was going to feel like inside of her.
Michele then heard Igor say to her, "I wonder if you are a brave enough slut... to walk on over here and take a seat."
Michele said nothing, as she watched the Russian stroke his own cock, as if to invite her, but she already knew and saw where he expected her to sit.
"Oh yes!" One of the men said.
"There she goes!" Said another in English. "Go over to Igor and take a seat. WE DARE YOU!"
The taunting challenges for her to fuck the Russian's massive muscular tool were too much for her, yet Michele did not consciously walk, instead she felt an invisible force take control of her body, as her legs moved on their own. Her body approached the Russian's cock like steel to a magnet, as Michele found herself powerless to halt her walk over to this big man they called the "Rail splitter", for he was a new challenge, and Michele had never been one to back down from a dare.
"You know you want it WHORE," Igor told her. "Come on over here and ride it."
Michele then stepped out of the shower, toward the lockers, to the big man who now laid on the knee-high bench.
"Yes, come on over and take a seat on my pole!"
Wordlessly, Michele stepped up to the end of the bench and spread her legs. She spread one to either side, and then continued walking.
"What a whore!" Voices around her said. She heard them as if in an erotic dream.
Michele had to part her legs further when she came to Igor as she passed over his feet, and then over his meaty legs. She then continued to walk up the length of his body until she reached his waist.
"That's the way Michele," Igor said. "That's perfect! Now just have yourself a seat."
Michele had to step up on her tiptoes to reach over his cock because it was so long, and then she let herself down on it.
"Holy fuck!" Someone yelled in English. "She's actually going to do it!"
Which is exactly what Michele did as she let herself slowly go down on it. The Russian's cock easily entered as Kinja and the African had already reamed her and lubricated her insides well. She hardly felt him enter, as he was actually skinnier than her last two fucks, but what he lacked in girth he made up for in length.
At one point, Michele thought he must be all the way in, but then realized that she had yet to sit down on him, and his hairy pubis. Soon her twat started to feel tighter as it began to enter harder, hitting virgin territory.
"I think she's going to take it," A voice said.
"There she goes!"
"All 14 inches."
Michele thought that the 14 inches was an exaggeration, but she was not sure by how much. He was fantastically long and entered her fantastically deep, and she couldn't believe that she was capable of accepting such a long tool. Suddenly Michele became worried that the Russian might hurt her, but he didn't, as she was slowly able to take it all until finally she lowered herself all the way down as he entered her fully with a cock now having gone in her where no other one had ever gone before, after which she began to ride him. Michele rode this cock like she had never ridden a cock before, as she bounced up and down and rode him like a a bull stud as she moaned in uninhibited passion. Because of his massive length, Michele had to move her ass a long distance up and down in order to experience his full length.
Moments earlier her legs felt tired and on the brink of collapse, but now they found a new source of energy as Michele rode Igor faster and faster. She wanted this ride to make her tits bounce up and down, just like the treadmill all over again, but she didn't care about how she looked, for all she cared about now was the big cock inside of her as she desperately sought out another orgasm, until eventually she found herself again on the brink, but just like earlier she again did not get the chance. For suddenly, without warning, Igor pulled Michele down on him, as she felt his strong hands on her waist as he pulled down and skewered her with his long cock. A second later she heard him grunt, and a second after that she felt him pulse and throb inside of her as he squirted his spunk deep inside of her womb.
As Michele continued to milk the Russian's shrinking cock, a strange sounding voice, which was neither male nor female, said, "Igor, get up and have the whore take your place," after which the husky and smokey voice then spoke from behind her, "It's my turn!"
Igor quickly obeyed like a servant to a much stronger master, as he pushed Michele up and took his cock out of her dripping love hole, after which he got up off the bench, laid her down in his place face down onto the narrow bench with half of her tits dangling off both sides.
At this point Michele was oblivious as to what was going to happen next, for she had been placed in such a position that escape was impossible. It was at this point that Michele heard silence, after which she heard a door being locked and a shuffling of footsteps when suddenly she heard Habib say, "Holy shit! It can't be human!"
"Look at the size of that thing!" Another said.
By now Michele was desperate to know what the men were talking about, but when she tried to turn around and look, a blindfold descended over her eyes, after which she felt pairs of strong hands hold her wrists tight as suddenly more men began exclaiming their awe of the newest visitor to the locker room, the she-male known simple as Amanda, the former East German female bodybuilder and wrestler.
"Go ahead," someone said, as Amanda was invited in.
"I gotta see this!" Said another.
Michele, who was oblivious to the fact that a massive and beautiful hermaphrodite was now approaching her, heard shuffling and movement behind her, and she could tell that someone was positioning himself behind her at the opening of her delicate cunt. A moment later she started to feel it. She hoped it was Kincaid, but she clearly could feel that it was not, and it only took a second for her to know, as she only needed to feel the head. Clearly this cock belonged to that of another man, but when Michele felt the intruder's soft feminine hands opening her ass cheeks, she sensed that this new cock was going to be something very different, and it was as it opened her up and spread her lips apart wide! Stunned at its girth, Michele realized that this cock belonged to someone other than a man; for it was bigger and wider than any before, and she hoped, much longer too.
The truth was that Amanda's cock was a cybernetic and synthetic creation of GENOM, created through the process of mixing human and horse cells, which was then grafted onto the body of the beautiful and dangerous freelance assassin. Kincaid knew Amanda via his friendship with Katya, and, as Kincaid was searching for a truly unique sexual experience for Michele, he recalled what Katya had said about the power and size of Amanda's cybernetic cock. Katya had become quite familiar with it recently after one of her parties.
As the cybernetic cock penetrated Michele, with difficulty, all around the gym the men watched in awe, mesmerized at the spectacle before them of watching the 300 pound muscle-bound hermaphrodite slowly ream Michele's delicate pussy. Despite Michele's three earlier fucks in the shower, Amanda had trouble entering, despite her slicked twat and her substantial reaming.
"Oh!" Michele grunted at the next inch of penetration. "Oh shit! OH MY GOD!!! OH GOD!!!"
Unlike the others, this cock entered Michele in short, quick thrusts, impaling Michele's tiny frame by perhaps an inch at a time. Once Amanda felt Michele was ready, she gathered up steam, pulled back slightly, and then rammed the horse cock back home again in a determined mission to prove that her cock was better than that of any man.
"OH! OHHH! OHH GOD!!!" Michele grunted again. "OH FUCK!!!"
"How is she doing?" A deep, feminine German sounding voice asked from behind. Upon hearing her voice, Michele could tell it belonged to that of the cock impaled inside of her, but not impaled very far, for only her horse sized cock head rested inside of her as she realized that her rapist was asking if her cock was too big.
"She's fine," Kincaid answered for Michele. "Keep on going! Michele's fine. I'm sure she can take all of it."
"FUCK!!!!!" Michele felt Amanda thrust another inch. It felt like she was being fisted.
Kincaid just smiled as he told Amanda, in French, to “Fuck her until she passes out!!!” Which is exactly what happened as the powerful hermaphrodite with the hybrid monster horse cock fucked Michele gently and until finally it was able to trigger Michele's long sought after orgasmic release that drained her of the remaining bits of energy and coherence that was still within her. Despite Michele's orgasm, Amanda continued to fuck Michele slow and long until finally she blew her salty spunk deep inside Michele's womb, after which, as the python prick pulled out of her, Michele moaned in disappointment as she closed her eyes and cooed in womanly afterglow and satisfaction, eventually drifting off to sleep as the men in the locker room, and Amanda, faded off into the night.
When Michele next opened her eyes she found that she was alone in the musky smelling locker room, after which she slowly lifted herself up of the still moist cum stained wooden bench. She then looked in the mirror and saw that her skin and hair were still wet, but that her pussy continued to tingle with a moist a mixture of pain and pleasure. As she recalled her 'rape' in the locker room, Michele realized with pride that her twat had endured a pounding that lesser women would dare never dream of, but one which she was proud to not have only survived, but also enjoyed, for she knew that what she had just experienced was only the beginning of a new life and continued sexual awakening for her.
As Michele sat up on the bench she saw that Kincaid had laid out a dress unlike any other she had ever worn before, as well as a pair of matching pumps, with a pair of white garters and a G-string that was barely big enough to cover her small tuft of pubic hair. There was a note on the locker where the dress hung that left no doubt as to what their plans were for the rest of the evening. All that the note said was “jazz for dancing, and jizz for dinner! Wait for me at the corner café across from the gym. Be there promptly at 8:00. Being late is not an option.”
After what Michele had just experienced at the hands of four massive cocks, she trusted that what ever her lover Kincaid had planned for the Paris night would definitely not be disappointing. In the open locker Michele found a bag full of disposable Air France toiletries and black hair clip, with a small note that instructed her to wear her hair up so as not to hide her neck. Michele then showered again, after which she used a musky smelling wet towel to dry her hair, and then dabbed her body with the perfume from the bag of toiletries. Once she felt she was ready and her hair looked presentable, Michele turned her eyes toward the skimpy white satin dress that Kincaid had selected for her to wear for the evening, as suddenly an erotic shiver of excitement went up her spine at the thought of wearing such a daring and provocative dress in public.
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