Group sex with new management

Everything started to spiral when our Olimp chain fitness club was acquired by Golden Energy. For me, a Pilates instructor, it was a low blow. Rumors of personnel purges were terrifying: even star trainers were being fired. I'm thirty-two, I maintain the figure of a twenty-five-year-old, and this place was my bread and butter. Three days after signing the documents, the five of us instructors were called into the main hall for an "interview." The new manager, Denis, a strong, muscular man in his forties, sat in a leg press chair. Beside him stood his three assistants—equally muscular "muscle men." The conversation began with banalities: training plans, attendance statistics. Then Denis put down his protein shake and asked point-blank: — Tell me, Angelina, is this job your last chance? “Yes,” I exhaled, clutching my fitness tracker. "Okay. New rules. Your work attire is leggings one size too small and a sports bra with no support. You leave your bra in the locker. Workouts don't end at ten o'clock, but when we say so. You'll start teaching "special" group classes. I left confused, but quickly reassured myself that it was just a marketing ploy. At home, I told my husband that management had decided to boost "corporate morale." The next morning, I put on my tightest gray leggings and a tight top. My nipples, uncovered, stood out clearly against the thick fabric. Every movement I made reflected the firm line of my thighs in the mirror. I felt like a porn star, but I walked into the gym. Denis and two assistants were already standing in the corner behind a glass partition. An hour later, I was called into the gym. Denis and his guys were slightly warmed up after deadlifts. "Let's check your plastic surgery," Denis said, his hands sliding over my buttocks, squeezing them through the thin fabric of my leggings. His finger pressed against my crotch, and I felt moisture begin to soak through the material. The second assistant came up behind me, unbuttoned my top, and pulled it over my head, exposing my breasts. The leggings slid down my legs, leaving me standing on the gym floor in just my sneakers. "Show me how you do the birch pose, but in reverse," Denis ordered, unzipping his shorts. His powerful member rose up. He lay down on the ab bench. I complied. Leaning over him, I took his cock into my mouth, working my tongue over the swollen head. I licked his balls, rubbed my nipples against his thighs, and then began swallowing him almost whole, feeling the tip touch my throat. Meanwhile, the second assistant stood behind me. I felt his fingers spread my labia. I spread my legs wider, on all fours. His cock, long and dry, entered me with one sharp thrust. He began moving rhythmically, slapping my buttocks, while I continued sucking Denis's cock. After five minutes, they switched places. The second one came in my mouth, and I swallowed his viscous sperm, licking his cock clean. Denis came inside me from behind, his seed flowing down my thighs, dripping right onto the rubber covering. "Great stretch," Denis chuckled. "Get dressed. We'll have a sauna in the evening." An hour later, we were already in the closed spa area. The changing room smelled of eucalyptus and male sweat. Ten people were gathered there—all trainers, managers, and invited guests from other clubs. My appearance in a robe was greeted with whistles. I took off my robe, leaving myself naked. “Well, show me your class,” someone shouted. I grabbed two erect cocks. Bending over at the waist, I began sucking them one after the other, feeling someone's hands spread my buttocks. A thick, hot cock entered my vagina. A minute later, someone else came behind me, and the third one entered and came almost immediately. Everyone burst into laughter. "Come on, sit down," said the burly bodybuilder nicknamed Thunder, collapsing onto the cot. I straddled him, slowly inserting his hard cock inside me. Two other cocks immediately pressed against my mouth, stretching it apart. I worked my tongue alternately, licking the heads and slipping the tip of my tongue into the cracks. My blowjob technique delighted the men. Someone began to prepare my anus. His finger, lubricated with massage oil, penetrated my sphincter, stretching it. I'd only been penetrated there twice in my life, back in college. A minute later, a cock plunged into my ass. I squealed in surprise and bit down on Grom's cock, earning a resounding slap. "Bitch, are you fucking nuts?" he growled, pulling out of my mouth. But the sensation of double penetration was incredible. A wave of orgasm rose from the very bottom of my stomach. A heart-rending scream burst forth. Denis, who had been fucking me in the ass, came on my lower back. "A firm butt, worthy of a fitness babe," he commented. Meanwhile, the other guys lined up. I was laid on my back on the massage table, my legs dangling. One guy with a long cock came up to my face and started fucking my mouth to sword-swallowing depth. Every two minutes, I felt a fresh load of cum burning my throat or spilling onto my stomach. When they rammed their "projectile" into my ass again, I howled in pain. It was Grom, with his huge, veiny cock. He ignored my screams, squeezing my hips in a death grip. He came inside, and I felt his cock tremble. When he pulled out, I touched my sphincter—my finger was bloody. "That's it," I croaked. "The anus is closed today." And, grabbing a bottle of water, I splashed it on the sore spot to disinfect it, drank a little, and then drowned out the pain with alcohol. For the remaining three hours, I turned into a pleasure machine. I worked with my hands, jerking off two cocks at once while licking a third with my mouth. My face became a mess of cum and sweat. I swallowed every drop. Then I squatted down and began to rub my aroused clit, looking at the men standing around me. There was a bottle of protein powder lying on the floor. I picked it up, lubricated it, and slowly inserted it into my vagina. A few minutes later, I came, shuddering in ecstasy to the sound of their approval. Meanwhile, four more men entered the spa area. I lay on my back, spread my legs, and began to caress myself again while the men filmed my movements on their phones. I took one cock after another into my mouth, letting them cum all over my face, my chest, my hair. Thick sperm trickled down my neck and mixed with the spilled beer on the floor. I licked the last of the cock and looked up. Men stood around, out of breath and sweating. And in the corner, a guy with an iPhone smiled: - Excellent content. I just licked the still-warm drop from my lips and grinned. The main thing is that I didn't get fired.