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Introduction:

Becca's workout comes with a unique cardio workout.

As I sorted through the mail, I noticed a postcard from the Main Street Gym. I had joined it before the holidays but had forgotten all about it. I'm not a big workout person. I never work out. I thought it might be good to tone my body, so I joined on a whim. The postcard said the gym had changed hands, but all current memberships would be honored. I decided that tomorrow, I would start my journey toward better health.

After getting my stepdaughters off to school, I packed my bag for the gym. My gym shoes, knee-high ballet socks, bikini bottoms, and a crop top t-shirt that was a bit too short. I wore my Daisy Dukes and a sheer tube top, put flip-flops on my feet, and was on my way. The gym was a small private club that took up two storefronts on Main Street downtown. I parked across the street, entered the club, and approached the desk. A tall well, well-built man turned and looked at me.

"Yes, ma'am, can I help you?" he asked, scoping me out.

"Yeah, I have a membership here and want to work out," I replied.

"Um, you have a membership?" he asked bewildered.

"Yeah, I bought it during the holidays, and I'm just now getting to use it," I answered him.

"Oh, well, I bought the club, and it's changed since then," he explained.

"Well, how did it change? It's still a gym, isn't it?" I asked.

"Well, miss, it's a cop and fireman place now. We don't have any women work out here," he explained.

"Oh, so is my membership not valid anymore?" I inquired.

"Well, no, your membership is still valid. We don't have many machines that a woman would find appealing," he went on.

"But I can decide if I like it, right?" I asked.

"Sure, if you want," he said.

I gave him my ID, and he checked his computer while I looked through the gym window. Eight men were working out. All were tall, fit, and handsome.

"OK, Becca, you're all set. The woman's locker room is on the left, but some guys may also have their stuff in there," he alerted me.

"Thanks," I said, smiling.

I entered the locker room, noticing a few gym bags I imagined belonged to a few guys. After looking in the mirror, I stripped, put on my workout gear, and thought about how I was showing off more skin than I should have. I entered the gym. The clanking of weights and the grunting from the men lifting weights stopped. You could hear a pin drop. I gave the guys a weak wave and smile and headed for the treadmill. I put in my earbuds and started running, trying to blend in. I ran for a few minutes, then became fatigued. I stood bent over, trying to catch my breath. All eyes were on me as I looked for another piece of equipment to use. A man approached me. He was tall, very muscular, and had a beautiful warm smile.

"Hello, I'm Tommy," he said, extending his hand to me.

"Hi, I'm Becca," I replied.

I shook his hand; it was warm, and his grip was firm.

"So, do you have a workout plan, or are you just winging it?" he asked.

"Well, I've never really worked out before, so I'm not sure what to do next," I admitted.

"Well, I'm a fireman and a certified trainer. I can help you if you'd like," he said, smiling.

"Um, yeah, OK, that would be great if you don't mind," I replied sheepishly.

"No problem, let me get a training card, and we'll set you up," he told me.

He returned with a clipboard and a card of various exercises, and I followed him to a machine while everyone watched.

"Why is everyone staring at me?" I asked.

"I don't think these guys have ever seen a workout outfit like you're wearing," he chuckled.

"Oh, I thought I looked cute," I answered, confused.

"Becca, you're beyond cute. These guys are busting out of their jockstraps looking at you," he laughed.

"I'm sorry," I said apologetically.

"Don't worry about it," he replied.

Tommy led me to a bench and said we'd work on my abs and stomach.

"Lay down on the bench so your lower back is at the end of the bench," he ordered.

I did as he requested, and then he instructed me to lift my legs straight up at a ninety-degree angle to my body. I managed that without too much trouble.

"Now spread your legs as wide as you can," he ordered.

I hesitated because I knew that in my bikini bottoms, the outline of my pussy would be viewable for all the guys to look at. I swallowed hard and spread my legs a little.

"Come on, Becca, I know your long legs can do better than that," Tommy chided me.

I spread them a bit more, feeling my bikini pulled tight and covering less and less of my honey pot. Tom stepped in front of me and pushed my legs apart.

"You're right. We need to work your joints and get you loose," Tommy told me.

Tom gently pressed my legs further apart, my joints loosening, and my bikini bottoms crept closer to my pussy lips, and my camel toe was visible.

"OK, hold that position for sixty seconds," Tommy ordered.

Tommy stepped out of the way of my legs, and all the men were treated to a show. I could feel my pussy getting wet as they stared at my snatch. I prayed that I wouldn't leak into the crotch of my bathing suit and create a big, noticeable damp spot. Tommy got increasingly handsy as we moved from exercise to exercise, slipping his fingers inside my bikini bottom and holding my bare butt cheek and breasts while I did exercises. I was getting aroused as Tommy fondled me, and the men watched our every move.

"Almost done, Becca. There are only a couple more exercises left, and then we'll all get a good cardio workout," Tommy told me.

"We'll all get a cardio workout?" I asked quizzically.

Tommy didn't answer and just walked to the next piece of equipment. The following exercise was to be the hip abductor, and I sat on a bench with two pads between my knees. Tommy pulled the lever, and my knees were forced open by the weights.

"Agh," I cried as my legs were jerked open.

Again, the men came to view the growing stain on my bikini bottoms. The men stood there and watched me struggle through my exercise, and I was so aroused I could barely think straight. Tommy could see I was flustered and put his arm around me to console me.

"Don't worry about these guys. You'll get to show them what you're made of," he whispered.

"Wait, what?" I replied.

My eyes fell to the gym floor again in embarrassment as Tommy led me to the bench press. Tommy called over Eric and introduced me to him.

"Eric will be your spotter for this exercise," Tommy informed me.

They loaded the bar with weights, and I lay on the bench with my legs spread on both sides. Tommy was standing in front of me, looking at my crotch, smiling, and I knew I had developed a wet spot on my bikini bottoms. As I struggled with the weights, other men came over to look, all walking away laughing. I was mortified but determined to finish the workout.

"Are you doing OK?" Tommy asked.

"Um, yeah, I guess," I answered.

"Good, last exercise," he said, smiling.

Tommy led me to an overhead chinning bar, grabbed me around the waist, and lifted me. I grabbed the bar, and Tommy released me. My body stretched out, and with my body dangling in the air, my shirt rode up and exposed the bottom half of my tits to everyone as if I wasn't wearing a sports bra. Hanging from the bar, two feet above the ground, half exposed, Tommy said, "Let's just not pretend that this isn't what you wanted."

Tommy reached around me and grabbed my t-shirt, lifting it over my breasts and exposing them completely.

"Stop, what are you doing? Pull my shirt down, Tommy," I screamed.

The men gathered around me, looking at me, hanging helplessly topless. Then panic set in as the men watched Tommy reach around and grab my bikini bottom strings. I felt my suit pull away from my sides as Tommy undid my bikini bottoms.

"No, stop, Tommy, what are you doing?" I cried out.

Before I could close my legs, the material in the front and back fell. My bottoms were now just held up by the lips of my wet pussy, and when Tommy gave it a gentle pull, it fell to the floor. I now hung naked in front of a gym full of men. My head was spinning, and I couldn't think or move. I was frozen in time for a moment.

"Tommy, please, put my clothes back on me." I squealed as I regained my senses.

I looked out into the lust-filled faces of eight men, all staring at my bald pussy.

"Please stop, let me down," I moaned.

"How dare you expose me like that," I hissed at Tommy.

"Becca, you dressed like this. Your boobs and snatch were hanging out anyway," he replied.

Tommy grabbed me by the waist and helped me down, and I immediately sat down and closed my legs, somewhat covering my pussy. Eric lifted my arms over my head, and Tommy pulled my t-shirt off me.

"Please, no, don't do this. I'll leave now and never tell a soul what happened," I sobbed.

"We have your cardio exercises to do yet, Becca. Let's go into the yoga room for some privacy," Tommy whispered.

"No, please, I've had enough, Tommy. Let me go." I pleaded.

Tommy and Eric grabbed my arms, lifted me, and led me through a door into the empty yoga studio. It had a wall of windows so we could see back into the gym. As they led me along, I noticed a bulge in Tommy and Eric's shorts.

"What are we going to do in here?" I asked nervously.

"You'll see, we never thought we'd have a use for this room, but I guess we were wrong," Tommy said, smiling ear to ear.

Tommy ordered, "Eric, grab four of those mats and put them in the middle of the room."

"How's that?" Eric asked.

"I think one more will do, Eric," Tommy said, smiling at me.

"OK, Becca, on your hands and knees, it's time to pay for your training," Tommy laughed.

"No, please, Tommy, not before the other men. Don't make me do this," I pleaded again.

Tommy and Eric put me into position and then stripped off their shorts, revealing their hard throbbing cocks. The rest of the men in the gym joined us in the yoga room, and soon, I was surrounded by eight naked men, all looking for my services.

"Tommy, no, not all of you; there's too many. I can't do this," I cried.

"I think you'll do just fine," Tommy offered as he knelt before me.

I shook my head as tears filled my eyes. Tommy grabbed his cock and pressed it to my lips. Again, I shook my head no, but he pushed harder. I didn't see a way out of it. I looked at him with tears running down my cheeks, hoping he'd stop, but he kept his cock pressed against my lips. He smiled at me.

"Come on, babe, you know you're ready for this."

I swallowed hard and opened my mouth, and his hard cock slid in, my lips wrapping around it. He slowly thrust his cock into my mouth, and then Eric got into the action kneeling behind me and spreading my legs apart.

"NUH-UNH," I moaned with a cock in my mouth.

"Tommy, there's not a hair on her pussy or asshole, and she's dripping wet," Eric announced.

"Nice, I figured as much. Get busy and hit that thing," Tommy replied enthusiastically.

I tried to close my legs, but Eric was already wedged between them. He removed my shoes and dropped his shorts, revealing a very fat but not long cock. Eric wiggled the head into my fuck slot and began pushing.

"Um, Um, Um, Um," I moaned as his shaft stretched out my tiny pussy.

"Fuck is she tight," Eric moaned.

My pussy walls gave way as Eric started to fuck me, my pussy clinging to his cock for dear life. Eric slapped my ass as he pushed his hard cock farther into my wet, quivering snatch.

"Come on, Becca, start fucking, I know you know how," He ordered.

I began to move my hips, fucking him as our bodies collided.

"That's my girl, that's how she fucks," Eric moaned.

My body rocked back and forth as the men split roast me, and the other men watched us. I knew I was about to pull a train for the men. Some men dropped their shorts and stroked their cocks, waiting for Tommy and Eric to finish. I was being watched by six men as I was fucked at both ends, and I couldn't stop my orgasm from erupting.

"Um, Um, Um, Um, Um," I moaned as I came.

I slapped the mats, and my body shook as pleasure ripped through me. My orgasm triggered both Tommy and Eric. I was already tasting Tommy's pre-cum when his cock jerked in my mouth and sent a torrent of cum hurdling down my throat.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck," Tommy cried as his balls emptied my mouth.

"Oh shit, I'm losing it," Eric cried, and I felt his cock swell and then jerk inside me as he flooded my unprotected pussy with his potent sperm. I was fucking like a little rabbit, as Eric finished in me. Tommy pulled his cock from my mouth, and I licked it clean. Another man was standing behind him, waiting to take his place. When Eric pulled out of me, I felt his cum rolling out of my pussy and splattering on the mat.

"Fuck boys, that pussy is dope," Eric announced.

As another man knelt between my legs, readying his cock, two nice fat cocks made their way into my mouth and pussy, and we began to fuck again in earnest.

"Man, this little slut can fuck," Tommy announced.

Two men knelt on my sides, putting their cocks in my hands, and started sucking on my tits. I immediately began to stroke them. All the attention was more than I could take, and I launched into another epic orgasm. My body shook and squirmed under the men as my pleasure points reached overload.

"UMM." I moaned as I came a second time.

"Fuck, she's coming again," Eric announced to the group.

We fucked frantically till both men had cum in me. I was now possessed and wanted cock, and after seeing how I fucked, the men concentrated on my pussy. A third man stuck his cock in my sloppy pussy and started to fuck me. My hips met every thrust.

"Pop, pop, pop," Our bodies collided as we fucked.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck me, fuck me," I cried out.

Men were biting my nipples, and I still stroked two cocks when my third orgasm hit. My body twisted and turned, and my hips bucked furiously.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder," I squealed.

I glanced at the men watching me and then noticed that the owner was in the gym watching me through the window, and he was getting a good show. The eight men took turns on me, and some, including Tommy, fucked me twice. When they finished with me, I lay there exhausted, cum pouring out of my cunt, and my body slick with sweat. Tommy helped me to my feet and led me through the gym and into the men's locker room.

"Wait here, and I'll take you to the showers," he told me.

Tommy returned with a loofa, body wash, and shampoo, leading me to the showers. The showers were busy as the men were busy cleaning the sex off themselves. Tommy took me to a shower with a handheld and stationary head while I soaked in hot water. Tommy took the handheld and washed my pussy, gently flushing the men's cum out of it. Then he washed and rinsed me from head to toe before shampooing my hair. It was very erotic to have a man wash me like that, and he kissed me and caressed me through the process.

A man brought me a thick white terrycloth robe to wear when my shower was over. Tommy led me to a sink where he towel-dried my hair and then finished with a hair dryer. Tommy left me in the women's locker room. I sat there exhausted but satisfied, not believing I let the men have their way with me like that. Was I the new gym slut? "No," I thought. I'd put a stop to this right now. I dressed and walked out of the locker room when the owner said,

"If that's how you like to work out, I'll refund your fees, and you can use the gym for free."

"That wasn't me. That was Tommy. I never intended to do that, and it won't happen again, or I'll call the sheriff," I said sternly.

"Here, here's the phone. Call him now if you think you need to," he said, smiling.

I didn't answer, and I just walked out in a huff. Then I went home to tell the girls what had happened, thinking I'd set the men straight when I returned tomorrow.

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