At the end of this post I had my stroker bitch right where I wanted him, spread out over the gym’s weight bench, me behind him slamming my big ten-inch strap on cock into his tight ass over and over.
He was screaming for me to continue, and we had both forgotten about the gym’s after-hours monitoring, which kicked on after 7pm when the staff left. I guess the service listens in periodically and if they hear anything suspect they call the police to the place.
Well guess what happened. Yep.
Good thing I live in the mountains, where it gets pitch black and every bit of light fills the sky, because I noticed the red and blue lights swirling against the moon through the glass doors minutes before the police car actually arrived. My bitch noticed too, and started yelling about the monitoring, so I pulled out of him nad shoved the strap on back into my gym bag, he threw his clothes back on, pulled the weight down onto his chest and started yelling for help to get it off to throw them off the scent of our escapade. I struggled to help him just as the cops blew in with guns drawn, asking us if we were ok. One was a big buff guy who ran over and lifted the weight up back onto its cradle.
Of course we pretended that was the fuss, and they stayed maybe 10 minutes to complete a report and then were gone. We were laughing too hard to continue our fun, so I told him to come over to the house this Saturday if my huge cock friend Mike visits, so I could introduce him to the life of a cuckold. Sissy J might not like it but she’ll adjust. My bitch wants to have the party at the gym instead, but there’s no way to deactivate the monitoring so I don’t think it’s a good idea.
We’ll see how it goes. I might just save him for after-hours diversion when I’m bored. What’s your vote?
Kisses,
Mischievous Melanie
