I hadn’t really planned on ever posting about this hookup, but as I thought more about this month’s story contest, it was the only one that seemed fitting. I can’t really recall another situation that could be construed as hatefucking. Even hooking up with my ex-wife was very cordial. Fun, even.
Put yourself back in early March of 2021. Fears of COVID still gripped much of the country as people scrambled to get vaccinated, although there were certainly little pockets of activity, and my area was one such pocket, starting to emerge to some semblance of normalcy, although even that was based on the “new normal”.
Politically, it was also a fairly wild time, only two months removed from January 6th, and six-weeks removed from the inauguration. And with that as background, let’s begin.
I had been trying to work out as much as I could since scaling back work, finding it to be a good use of my time and a good way to meet women in addition to the obvious health benefits. I started the year with two country club memberships (although one at a vacation house, which doesn’t really count), a racquet club, and then a separate gym (Planet Fitness). Suffice to say, I had options.
I had had some really good luck at Planet with regard to meeting women, getting dates and/or hookup partners, and so after the sixth such hookup, I decided it was time to find new waters, dropping Planet and joining LA Fitness in mid-February. Over the course of the next couple weeks, I had hooked up with three women, and was thinking it might be time for another change (at least a change of location, although the LA Fitness location was quite convenient…) and so it was fortuitous to get a trial offer from Orange Theory.
This was a slightly different format for me, as I wasn’t used to the structure Orange Theory provided. Sure, I had done classes, but it was primarily yoga and pilates classes. Still, I decided to give it a try. Walking into my first class on that first Saturday in March, I was pleasantly surprised to see that there appeared to be sufficient spacing between us all, and that the instructor and almost every member were masked up. Of the two that weren’t, one was an older guy that I could tell just sort of hated the world. The other was a really good looking, raven-haired woman, probably five or so years younger than me.
Class went well, and as I was getting water during, I made eye contact with her, and we each gave the other a smile. She was in average shape, not overly athletic, but not carrying any extra weight either, and probably 5’5” or so, wearing a red tank top with black lululemon pants. Under the tank she either had an incredibly successful push-up sports bra, or well augmented breasts, as there was no hiding them. She also had a half sleeve of tattoos on one arm, although from across the room, I couldn’t exactly tell the motif.
At the end of class, on our way to the parking lot, I said hi and complimented her form. We introduced ourselves (she, as Michelle) and made small talk for a couple minutes. It wasn’t quite enough to get a number, and someone was waiting for the parking spot her Jeep Wrangler was parked in, so I missed the opportunity to progress the discussion. Win some, lose some, you know?
After a shower, I headed to a 2nd date lunch with Emily, a cute blonde I had met at a yoga class, turning my fortunes on that Saturday around. After a couple hours at my place that afternoon with her, I then spent that evening at a dinner party at my friends James and Larrisa’s house (the same two who set me up with Katerina, the smoking hot Czech attorney).
I got sat next to another friend of a friend, this one also an attorney, Sandra, a hot Chinese-American. We hit it off, and made plans to go out to dinner when she got back into town from a work trip the following week. That night was then capped off with an awkward situation with my neighbor, Dallas, who needed help with the sink in her bathroom and who accidentally left out a dildo an Hitachi. But before I go too much into side-stories, back to this one…
Jumping ahead a couple days, that Monday, I decided to check out another Orange Theory class. The workout had been pretty good, and I thought the cardio boost was great for my overall health. As I was walking up, I noticed the same red Jeep in the parking lot (a couple bumper stickers differentiating it). As I entered, I saw Michelle, this time the only one without a mask, getting ready for class to begin. She was wearing a [black unitard romper](). Fairly flattering, although her ass appeared to need a few more squat workouts to firm up.
The spot next to her appeared open, so I took it, turning and saying hi as I did. Michelle flashed a smile and said, ‘Glad to see you didn’t puss out after the first class.’
We did the workout and on our way out made small talk again through the parking lot. ‘Would you want to grab a drink or a bite sometime? Maybe this weekend?’ I asked.
‘Sure! Give me your phone, I’ll put my number in.’ I unlocked the phone, and went to add a contact before handing it to her. The next day I had to work (actually the day of the post-happy-hour-threesome with Sydney I wrote about a bit ago), and during a break, decided to text Michelle.
<Good seeing you again at Orange Theory yesterday! How’s this weekend look for us to do something?>
After a few minutes, Michelle responded, <Hi Jack – yes, was good to see you could keep up. The guys wearing masks are usually pussies, but you did pretty good. I’m free Saturday night, you?>
Saturday was a no-go for me. I had dinner planned with one of my best friends whose wife had died the year before. Non-negotiable for me. <Unfortunately can’t, have a dinner commitment with a buddy> Rather than waiting for her to counter, I decided to offer Sunday night. I had plans Friday, but could have probably changed them, but Sunday was still open, so I thought I’d give it a shot.
<Sure – yeah, I work from home mostly, so Sunday works>. She texted me her address and said to pick her up at 7.
Fast forwarding again through my week (which was a pretty epic week from a pure attractiveness of my partners standpoint) to Sunday, I started my morning with golf with one of my partners before getting my car washed. This was a rare day with only one date scheduled, so I sent a couple texts to some recent hookups as a potential backup for later in the day.
I pulled up to Michelle’s, a mid-sized ranch house in a neighborhood probably 10 minutes from my own. Michelle met me at the door, wearing slim fitting jeans, black sandals with a heel, and a black tank top. Appearance-wise, she looked similar to [Parvati from Survivor](?aspect_ratio=13:6&width=1300), perhaps slightly larger eyes, with dark eyeliner, and a slightly smaller mouth.
We drove to a nearby “New American” restaurant that I had frequented for takeout during quarantine. The chef and I had become friendly, as they really struggled with the lack of in-house dining, so I made it an effort not only to patronize frequentily, but also to help he and the staff by buying meals for their whole team every couple times I came by. Now that they were open to dining again, I had brought a couple dates there, and thought it would be a good spot for this date with Michelle.
I am man enough to admit that, in this case, I was dead wrong…
As we arrived in the doors, I saw that the hostess stand had a small sign saying, “For the health and safety of our team and our guests, please remain masked when not seated at your table”. A very logical and routine request I thought. I pulled a mask out of my pocket and put it on. Michelle looked at me and just shook her head side to side a couple times. The hostess looked at her, and started to say, ‘Ma’am, could you please wear…’
Michelle interrupted, ‘No, I cannot wear a mask. My doctor has instructed me not to, and you can’t ask because of HIPAA.’ The waitress stood, shocked for a moment, unsure of what to do. Luckily, our table was just a few feet away, so it was easy enough to seat us. That was just the start of the craziness from Michelle though.
‘I don’t know why you let them boss you around like that. You do it at the gym too. You don’t seem like a sheep, are you?’ she asked (asked, accused, not sure how best to describe her tone). ‘You know, this is all just a big hoax, right? Part of Biden’s plan to take control of everything.’ I thought about pointing out that we were on a private business owners’ private property and that they had the right to run their business how they wanted, but then again, there were already like three other things I wanted to set the record straight on, including her misunderstanding of HIPAA, but I decided not to.
I tried to stick to topics that you would normally discuss on a first date, like where you’re from, what sort of things you do for fun, what you do for a living, that sort of thing. While I was able to get those details from Michelle (originally from California – moved last summer due to COVID shutdowns in her state and more freedom and lower cost of living here; works out and watches TV/movies/videos on the internet; buyer for an auto parts chain), even straightforward answers would have tinges of political conspiracy throughout.
As dinner went on, Michelle proceeded to drink a little more than she should have, got a little more boisterously loud than she should have, and by the end of the night, I could tell that not only were the other patrons of the restaurant annoyed, but so was the general wait staff. We were regaled with a diatribe of how Californians were ruining things, about all the reasons she herself *left* California last year (without a single thought about the irony of that statement), and then somehow, she brought up vaccinations and why she would never be getting one, owing to the tracking information included within, before continuing:
‘I just think you have to be careful about what you put in your body. I don’t trust the government to have my best interests in mind, you know’ she started. ‘I watch a lot of videos on YouTube and Facebook, and most of those doctors say the vaccines are untested and probably cause more harm. A guy I know, well, it’s a friend of mine’s boyfriend’s uncle, but, he was one of the first people to get the vaccine, and then like a month later, he lost all movement on the left side of his body. Just nothing. The doctors say it was a stroke, but we all think it’s really suspicious, because that’s the side of his body where he got the shot. Too much coincidence.’
I looked at the tables around us, partly noting the looks of horror on the faces of the other diners in our vicinity, but also, looking for the hidden camera for what I assumed was someone’s practical joke on me. This couldn’t be a more bizarre date for me. Finally, the check came, and I was quick to settle it up. I left a note of apology to the server and the entire team, and tipped 100% for the trouble. I also made a mental note to swing by and apologize again to the chef/owner and front of house manager next week.
As we got up, I put my mask on, and as expected, Michelle did not. We walked out and I half-expected cheers to erupt from the other diners. As we got into my SUV, Michelle said, ‘You know, masks don’t even really work. I mean, if they did, people wouldn’t have been catching this all the time. I know a lot of people who wear masks every time they go out and they caught it anyway.’
‘Well, I mean, nothing is going to be 100%, and it’s really about reducing the spread overall, right.’
‘That’s what the government says, but I don’t know, you really don’t know who to trust. I know for me, I just can’t breathe with a mask on. I feel like 5 minutes with it on, and I feel like I’m suffocating. Don’t you get that feeling?’
*Now readers, in that entire dinner, Michelle never once asked me really anything about my own life, what I did, where I was from, etc. She really had no concept of how asinine that statement would sound to me, who can literally spend hours straight wearing a mask at work, with absolutely no problems. But I digress…*
‘No, doesn’t really bother me.’
‘I just think you have to wonder, who’s really making the decisions in this country. I think there’s a lot of big questions out there that need to be looked into.’
It was luckily a short drive and as I pulled up to her house, I was prepared to unlock the door and say goodnight. However, my parents instilled manners in me and I hopped out and made my way around the car to open the door for her. ‘It was nice getting to spend some time with you away from the gym’ I said, ‘Hope to see you there next week.’
‘Oh, I was thinking you’d come in and join me for a drink’ she said, a little disappointment in her voice.
*What signs did she see during that dinner that led her to think this was the logical conclusion to our date?*
I decided on the fly, “What the hell, this could make an interesting story for my friends.”
‘Sure, yeah, a drink sounds nice.’ I replied. We walked in, and even after all the craziness of dinner, I was still surprised when I saw a large, and I mean *large* Trump/Pence 2020 banner hung on the wall above her couch.
‘Have a seat, I’ll get us something to drink’ as she slipped her heels off. She walked into her kitchen before saying from the other room, ‘I have Jack and Tito’s, which do you want?’
‘What do you have as far as mixers?’
‘Ummm, diet coke, OJ, some La Croix.’ The options, my friends, were, uh, yeah…
‘I guess La Croix and Tito’s for me.’
She came back out with my LaCroix and vodka and a Jack and diet for her. I wasn’t sure what the exact flavor of La Croix was, as it had the aroma primarily of vodka that someone may have set fruit next to at some point. Suffice to say, I took a sip before setting it on the coffee table.
‘I just realized you are the first guy that has ever been to my place here. I mean, I haven’t actually gone on a date since my ex-boyfriend and I broke up when I moved out here.’
Since it seemed like it had been a while and she brought it up, I figured it was fair game to ask what happened.
‘I just had to get out of California. The crazies there were just too much. Just too woke, you know? The government, the other people. Ugh. I said I wanted to move, and he was like, “nope, not a chance.” So, we broke up, I sold my condo and got such a bigger place here. It’s so much better, even if places like tonight are run by crazies too.’
I started to say something when she said, ‘Oh, no, it’s not your fault, I’m sure you didn’t know.’ I again was going to say something when she interrupted me to say, ‘You know Jack, I’m glad you asked me out. I saw you that first day we had class together, and at first all I could think was “That guy has to be gay” because you had your mask on, but you were sort of put together, you know? And then you smiled at me, so I figured you weren’t gay, and also you were cute.’
The sound of Michelle’s voice and her over-confident nature were grating on me. I impulsively moved to kiss her, if only to shut her up. She reacted positively to that and next thing I knew, we were passionately making out. My hands started on her hips, but my left moved up her torso before grasping her breast through the tank and bra. From what I could tell, I suspected she had gotten implants, and not insignificant ones at that, as the bra didn’t appear to have that much padding and she had a sizeable bust.
Michelle seemed to be on board with the pace of the action and when my hand made its way back down towards her beltline, she got up for a moment, and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them off to reveal a black Victoria’s Secret thong. She quickly pulled off the tank to show that the bra matched. The removal of her pants also revealed a Gadsden flag tattoo on her mid-to-upper thigh.
We resumed making out as my hands made their way back up to the bra, teasing her nipple through the fabric. Michelle reached back and undid the bra, now revealing just how large the augmented breasts were. A large D or small DD would have been my guess (later confirmed on the bra tag as a 34D). ‘You have a lot of clothes on Jack’ she said to me, before unbuttoning my shirt.
We began kissing again before I moved my mouth to her neck and made my way down her chest, sucking on and lightly biting her nipples and bringing my mouth down her chest and belly. I had now moved to the floor in front of her and as my tongue danced around the waistline of her thong, I reached up to pull it down. As I did, she slid a hand down to momentarily block my view of her pubic region. ‘I’m gonna stop you there… if you’re one of these freaks that hates hair on a woman, you can leave now.’
‘No, hair is fine.’
‘Ok, I mean, I use to do a bikini wax, but left some you know? But then COVID and when I moved, everywhere was closed, and then when a place finally did open near here, when I went in she wanted me to wear a mask. It’s like, “Bitch, you’re about to touch my pussy and you want me to wear a mask?” So yeah, no more waxing for me, so I just trim it.’
‘All good with me.’ She moved her hand and, true to her word, it was trimmed, actually pretty nicely trimmed, and I could still see the actual anatomy of her pussy through the hair. Her pussy itself was actually quite small, with tiny labia. The entire width of her visible anatomy was probably that of a pencil.
I was about to go down on her when she started talking again, ‘You know, they say that like most men who enjoy shaved and waxed pussies are pedos, right? It’s true, you can look it up.’
Her inane “facts” were getting to me. I was so very very close to leaving, but also very very close to going down on here, it was a tough decision. In the moment, the little head won out, and I pushed her thighs together, parting the short hair around her pussy with my tongue before bringing it up between the tiny labia to find her clit. Luckily, when I started, Michelle shut up, or at least, reverted to some soft moans.
Hers was certainly not the first pussy with hair I had gone down on that year, and in fact, a few far hairier than her. There was a distinct feminine odor around her pussy, slightly sweaty, slightly musky, and with the faint smell of body wash. The taste of her pussy was good though, tangy and a little salty.
As I flicked my tongue, she made soft moaning noises and as her arousal intensified, the noises grew quicker in pace, her pussy getting wetter. The hair didn’t really bother me, but it did make it just slightly more challenging to get the direct contact I wanted with her clit. Nevertheless, she was responding well to my efforts. I was pleasantly surprised then with how quickly her orgasm came. She let out a bit of a groan before gently pushing my face away from her and saying, ‘Wow, I definitely needed that. Umm, do you want to get undressed now?’ Happy that the night was progressing, I stood up, and took my jeans and boxers off.
When Michelle saw my cock, her eyes sort of got big. I was still standing in front of her and she reached out and grabbed it, pulling me to her. She put the head between her lips, licking it while moving her hand up and down the shaft somewhat (in a motion I think would have worked better had I had an uncircumcised penis). Her smaller sized mouth and my girth didn’t really work well together, and after a few minutes of trying she said, ‘Do you have a condom?’
*I will probably take some flack for this, but at this point in the evening, Michelle’s bullshit throughout the date had sort of worn on me, and a thought I had earlier in the night when she was railing on masks came rushing back to me, which is why I did what I did next…*
‘You know, they really aren’t that effective right? Have you ever seen statistics on condom failure?’
‘Um, well, I mean, I guess, yeah. But, listen, I don’t have anything or whatever, but I’m not on the pill. When I moved, my insurance changed, so…’
‘I can pull out.’
‘Ok, yeah, I… I’m ok with that I guess.’
I pushed her knees apart, and moved between them. Michelle was still sitting on her couch, and I brought her feet up on either side of her. My cock was rock hard and while the head was slightly wet with her spit, I added a little more of my own before I brought it into position.
While Michelle had just had it in her hand and the head in her mouth, she apparently hadn’t quite grasped the size. When I pushed in, she gasped before saying, ‘Fuck! That’s really big.’ She didn’t say to stop or go slow though, so after pulling back momentarily I pushed in further, causing another gasp. She was pretty tight and I could feel the stretch as my head made its way into her vagina.
I had about half the shaft now buried inside her. Michelle was looking up at me, lips parted, while I had my hands on just below her knees. I pulled out an inch before pushing back in a couple inches, then repeated that until I was all the way inside.
I had already gotten Michelle off orally and was still just annoyed by the evening. Here I had an attractive, naked woman in front of me who said some of the most inane shit I had ever heard, and I was buried balls deep inside her. I would normally try to take my time, hopefully get a woman off during penetrative sex before cumming myself. But no, this time, my plan was to cum and go. So I began to rock myself inside her more quickly, taking long strokes and increasing in pace.
But then, the grunting started… Michelle began a steady ‘Ungh, ungh, ungh’ as each stroke landed. I tried to pick up my pace a bit, as I could feel myself getting closer. Michelle responded in kind, ‘Oh yeah, ungh, faster, yeah.’ Maybe, I thought, just a little harder would push me over the edge. But then she responded positively to that as well. “Fuck!” I thought, “she’s enjoying this, and it was just supposed to be about me!”
I was bound and determined to get off before she did. I picked up the pace further, and as my orgasm approached, I wanted her, ‘I’m about to cum so I need to pull out.’ While I would typically have aimed for her epic rack (as in my experience, women with augmented breasts *do love* to have them splattered), I decided to give her two options of my own choosing, ‘Do you want me to cum on your face or in your mouth?’ I asked.
Michelle stared up at me in surprise or shock. She hadn’t decided, so I decided for her and as I pulled out, I moved up and aimed at her face. I had a feeling this was going to be a ridiculously large cumshot (owing to just one orgasm the day before), but then Michelle surprised me by opening her mouth and putting her lips on the head as she gripped the base of my shaft. I moved my hands to her head and pushed in slightly, getting an inch or so of shaft between her lips.
As the first shot erupted from my cock, I heard Michelle sputter. As I suspected, it was a heavy shot that came out with force. Had her mouth not been there, it likely would have covered a few feet of distance. Her initial surprise at that shot was then surpassed by the next five shots. I could feel her swallowing as my cock continued cumming into her mouth.
I didn’t release my grip on the back of her head until my orgasm was complete. Michelle swallowed again before looking up at me. ‘Wow. It’s nice to be with a guy who takes charge. My ex would never had done that.’
I looked down at her, nude, breasts shiny with sweat, her hairy pussy with a sheen of wetness, sweat, and the white froth of penetration, and a couple errant drops of semen on her lips and chin. I went to grab my clothes, planning to get out of the house of crazy. ‘Do you want a massage?’ she asked.
‘What? What do you mean?’
‘I have a massage table, I went to school for it for a while, but hated everyone in that industry, so I stopped.’
Who was I to turn down a massage, so I agreed. She led me back to a side bedroom, and had me lay face down on the table. Not going to lie, I had a lingering feeling I was being set up for something, but no, instead, I got a very mediocre massage, while being serenaded by the greatest hits of DJT’s term in office and election conspiracy, with an encore of COVID hoax theories.
‘You should really go see my doctor. I found him on a message board. None of his patients have gotten COVID. He has this blend of vitamins, steroids, and ivermectin, and he says it’s 99.9% effective at preventing COVID.’
‘Ivermectin is a de-worming medicine for livestock.’ I replied.
‘That’s what the lamestream media will tell you, but when you really read about it, it works.’
‘The FDA says the same thing.’
‘You can’t believe everything you read.’ (again, without a hint of sarcasm or irony in that statement).
I turned and looked up at her, her body nude in the dim light. ‘And this works for you?’
‘Yep, never felt better. I’m telling you, he’s great. I’ll give you his card. Not a single patient has caught it.’ She was still massaging me, and asked me to flip over. As I did, she saw that despite the horrific conversation, I had recovered from my refraction period and had managed to develop a stiffy. ‘Mmmmm, are you going to be ready to go again?’
‘Maybe, yeah.’ I responded, as she gripped my cock, stroking it, this time aided by the massage oil.
‘Let’s go to my bedroom.’
We walked across the hall, and into her bedroom. She kept the lights low, but I could see additional election posters and a framed and signed picture of “her president” on the wall. She laid back on the bed and spread her legs. I wasn’t quite to a full erection, and decided I’d try to get her off with my mouth again (*I know, I’m all over the place with her this night…*).
I brought my mouth down to her pussy again. The aroma was a little stronger now, the muskiness more intense as the hair absorbed all of the sex smells, sweat, and vaginal juice, in addition to some of my own sweat and precum. Her pussy though, was aroused and ready to go. I focused my attention on her clit, making quick interludes to her labia and vagina before focusing again. In short order, I had Michelle grabbing my hair and pulling me in as she announced another orgasm.
I was now hard, and I could feel a little precum around the tip. I moved up and said, ‘Let’s go again. Do you want to flip over?’
‘And do it from behind? No, I hate that position, I don’t like the way my ass looks.’
‘No worries’ I replied, as I made my way between her legs. I grabbed her legs at the knees and pushed them up towards her chest, folding her in half as I brought my cock down into position. I was even less gentle this time, and when I could feel my cock nestled against the opening, I pushed in. There was a slight hesitation, but once the head split her labia, I was able to penetrate almost fully on the first thrust.
‘Ohhhhhhhh’ she moaned, ‘so deeeep’. I held her in position, folded in half, her knees up by her armpits. Unlike the first time, this time I immediately picked up my pace and intensity. Michelle immediately began to grunt as I used full strokes, from head to base on each stroke. I would say my pace was likely 120-180 strokes per minute, just absolutely pummeling her, and she was beginning to just make unintelligible sounds as I did.
After 4 or 5 minutes of this, I could tell that I still had a good period of time until I was going to cum. Michelle was looking worn out, a look of “omg” on her face the last minute or two. I pulled out entirely for a moment, ‘Everything good?’ I asked.
‘Unh, yeah, so intense’. She responded. I only gave her a couple seconds of respite, and before she had ever finished that response, I immediately penetrated her again, balls deep, her pussy squelching as the air was released. She cringed as it happened, and I could tell it slightly embarrassed her (although, for the record, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about in that situation). So, I did it again, pulling out fully before penetrating balls deep again, and again eliciting a loud queef. And then did it again, and again, and again.
I pulled out one more time, and said, ‘I’m going to flip you over now, I want to do it from behind.’ Michelle didn’t object, or even respond, as I grabbed her hips and flipped her over. I brought her hips and ass up into position and got my first glimpse at another tattoo, this one a Thin Blue Line Flag on her lower back. “Quite the tramp stamp”, I thought to myself.
Gripping her ass cheeks with my thumbs to the sides of her labia, I spread them (both the cheeks and labia) aggressively as I positioned my cock. I again pushed in, immediately going balls deep. Her pussy again made sound as the air was expressed, perhaps slightly outshadowed by Michelle’s groan. Wasting no time, I immediately started in again on the rapid and deep penetration, her ass cheeks clapping loudly as my pelvis slammed into her. Michelle was grunting in synch with each penetration, adding a high-pitched squeak to it when the head of my cock smacked into her cervix.
She started off gripping the sheets in front of her, but soon moved a hand under her body and I could feel her fingers flicking her clit side to side as I pounded her. Michelle’s grunting and moaning was intensifying with the additional stimulation. I pulled out, simultaneously pulling her cheeks apart, and saw her otherwise petite pussy gaping, the lips white with the “creamy” effects of hard penetration and vaginal lubrication. She groaned in protest when I did, so keeping her spread open, I pushed in again, hard, causing another audible expression from her pussy, and another groan from her.
I turned my attention to her asshole, which while obscured slightly by the same dark hair that covered her pussy, appeared to be an otherwise pristine and untouched hole. Holding her open, I spit down towards it, my first attempt missing and landing just above, unintentionally on the tramp stamp.
Gathering sufficient saliva a second time, I again spit, this time locking on to the target. Bringing my right thumb to the center of her cheeks, I gathered the spit on it, placing the pad of my thumb onto her anus. Michelle groaned slightly, that groan then turning to a gasp when I pushed the thumb past her sphincter and fully into her rectum.
Michelle attempted to pull forward slightly, but I held her in place with my left hand on her hip, and my right hand on her asscheek and thumb inside her. I kept myself balls deep, and I could both feel my thumb with my cock and vice versa through the narrow division between the two. Michelle groaned again, turning and looking over her shoulder in shock. She hadn’t stopped rubbing her clit, and let out an ‘Oh FUCCCK’ exasperated groan as I continued to pump into her.
We had probably been going for 15-20 minutes at this point, of hard, punishing penetration. Michelle was rubbing herself furiously, and I could tell she was getting close, as was I. ‘I’m gonna cum’ I warned her.
‘Don’t stop, keeping going, just a little more.’
‘I don’t think I can hold out more’ I said, the intensity of the situation causing a rapid increase in my arousal.
‘Oh, don’t pull out yet, just keep going, don’t stop’
‘I have to, gonna cum’
‘Oh, just a little more’ she plead, ‘don’t stop’
I started to pull out, just the head remaining, and she began backing up onto me and I decided “fuck it, she asked me not to stop” and immediately went back balls deep, my orgasm commencing and the first shot rocketing out of my cock into her. Michelle began coming at the same time, and I stayed, balls deep until the end of my own.
I pulled out, also removing my thumb from her ass, the cum dribbling out of her pussy as she leaned up. ‘Oh shit, you came in me. I’m gonna need some money for Plan B.’
‘Really?’ I said, ‘I thought you all didn’t believe in Plan B.’
She looked at me in surprise and shock. ‘Well… I’m not gonna have a baby with a random.’
‘Oh, I know, I’m just surprised at that point of view given your politics.’ I could see the ire rising inside her when I said that, the realization that maybe she hadn’t found a kindred spirit in views.
*To be clear, I never led her on as to my own views, she just never asked, and really never gave me the opportunity to express anything.*
‘You don’t have anything to worry about though’ I said, ‘I had a vasectomy several years ago, no swimmers in that pond.’
She still had a look of, ‘what the hell just happened??’ on her face. ‘I’m gonna take a shower, did you want to, uh, spend the night I guess?’
‘Uhh, I actually have an early morning tomorrow, so I think I’ll head out if that’s ok?’ I replied, making my way to the living room and gathering my things. Michelle was following me out there.
‘Uh, sure’ she said, ‘I’m going to the gym again tomorrow at 10, will I see you?’
‘Maybe?’ I replied noncommittally.
‘OK, well, have a good night’ she said, coming over and giving me a hug. I hugged her back, and went she went in for a kiss, I half-heartedly kissed her back. Mid-way through, she realized my lips, chin and tongue were coated in her own wetness, and pulled back, making a face, and causing me to chuckle.
‘Good night Michelle. And by the way, find a new doctor. Also, and not to freak you out, but while the COVID vaccine absolutely, unequivocally does not have any tracking information in it and is tested and proven to be safe and effective, your implants actually do have tracking information on them in the form of a serial number. Nothing Bill Gates can track, but information nonetheless. I implore you to find better sources of info.’ Michelle stood at the door, naked, jaw dropped in shock.
I did not return to another class at Orange Theory. Not that there was anything wrong with the workout, and in fact, thought the workout was great, but too many other irons in the fire. Michelle never spoke again. Not sure if it was a mutual block of numbers, but never heard from her again.