Ethan stepped out of the office building, the late afternoon sun hitting his face. His body still hummed from lunch with Elena. Her pussy gripping him tight, her moans echoing in his ears. Cum had leaked down her thighs as they rushed to dress, the door rattling with someone outside. He'd dodged her husband's call, but the thrill lingered, his cock half-hard in his pants. The Pheromone Boost Level 2 kicked in hard now; women on the street glanced his way, smiles lingering longer than usual. He needed to head home, but the system had pinged earlier: 'New objective unlocked: Seduce colleague's wife, Sarah. Location: Her apartment, this weekend. Reward: Stamina Surge Level 1. Directive: Save your sperm, full creampie required for max points. No wasting on others.' Sarah was Tom's wife, that chatty guy from accounting. Ethan had seen her photo on Tom's desk. Blonde, curvy, smiling sweet. The party was tomorrow, but this felt urgent.
He walked toward the subway, mind racing. How to get to her place? Tom had mentioned it once, casual. But first, clear his head. A gym sign caught his eye, 'Elite Fitness,' right by the station. The kind with mirrors and weights, where pros trained. His muscles ached from the day's tension; maybe a quick workout to burn it off. He pushed through the doors, the air thick with sweat and rubber mats.
Inside, the place buzzed, clangs of weights, grunts from lifters. Ethan swiped his card for a day pass, heading to the free weights. That's when he saw her. Across the room, by the squat rack, a dark-skinned woman in a tiny bikini top and shorts. IFBB pro, no doubt. Her body was carved perfection. Muscles rippled under smooth, ebony skin: abs like bricks, thighs thick and powerful, ass round and lifted high. Her arms flexed as she racked a barbell loaded heavy, sweat glistening on her cleavage. Long braids tied back, full lips painted red, eyes sharp and confident. She caught him staring, smirked, and wiped her brow with a towel.
Ethan's cock twitched. The pheromones must be working overtime. He grabbed dumbbells, pretending to curl, but his eyes kept drifting. She sauntered over after her set, hips swaying, muscles popping with each step. Up close, she smelled like vanilla lotion mixed with fresh sweat intoxicating.
'Hey, stranger,' she said, voice smooth and deep, like honey. 'You new here? I haven't seen you spotting those weights before.' She leaned on the rack, her bikini top straining against firm C-cup breasts, nipples outlined through the fabric.
Ethan set the dumbbells down, smiling. 'Just passing through after work. Name's Ethan. You look like you own this place.' His gaze dipped to her abs, then back up. Simple words, but his voice carried that boosted charm.
She laughed, low and throaty. 'Close. I'm Aisha. IFBB bikini pro competing next month. You got the build for it too. What do you do?' Her eyes roamed his chest, then lower, lingering on his bulge. She bit her lip, shifting closer.
'Office guy. Boring days, but nights... exciting.' He stepped in, the space between them shrinking. Her heat radiated, skin glowing under the lights. Conversation flowed easy her talking poses and diets, him asking about her routines. But the air thickened, charged. She touched his arm, fingers tracing his bicep. 'Strong. Feel mine.' She flexed, guiding his hand to her thigh hard yet soft, warm.
Ethan's pulse raced. 'Damn, Aisha. You're unreal.' His hand stayed, sliding up slow. She didn't stop him. Instead, she pressed closer, breath on his neck. 'Wanna see more? Locker room's empty this time. Show me what you got.' Her hand brushed his crotch, feeling the hardness. No games she wanted him.
They moved quick, her leading to the women's locker room. Door clicked shut, lock turned. It was dim, tiled walls, benches, lockers humming. She pushed him against one, kissing him fierce. Lips full and soft, tongue invading his mouth, tasting salty from sweat. Ethan kissed back, hands on her waist, pulling her tight. Her body was a furnace muscles flexing under his palms as she ground against him.
'Fuck, you taste good,' she murmured, nipping his lip. Her hands yanked his shirt up, nails scraping his abs. He peeled it off, tossing it. She stepped back, eyes hungry. 'My turn.' Fingers hooked her bikini top, pulling it free. Breasts bounced out perky, dark nipples hard as pebbles, areolas wide and inviting. She cupped them, thumbs circling. 'Like what you see?'
Ethan nodded, throat dry. 'Beautiful. Come here.' He pulled her back, mouth latching on one nipple. Sucked hard, tongue flicking the tip. She moaned, head back, braids swinging. 'Yes, suck it. Harder.' Her hand dove into his pants, gripping his cock eight inches throbbing, veins pulsing. She stroked slow, pre-cum slicking her palm. 'Big boy. I need this.'
He switched nipples, biting gentle, making her gasp. Down his mouth went, kissing her abs, tongue tracing the lines of muscle. She shoved his head lower, shorts dropping. No panties her pussy bare, lips plump and dark, clit swollen. A landing strip of curls above. 'Eat me, Ethan. Make me wet.'
He knelt, hands spreading her thighs powerful, quads flexing. Tongue licked her slit, flat and broad. She tasted musky, sweet, juices already flowing. 'Oh shit, right there.' He dove in, lips sucking her clit, tongue swirling fast. Fingers parted her folds, two sliding inside tight, hot, walls clenching. She rocked on his face, hands in his hair, pulling. 'Deeper, fuck me with your mouth.'
Ethan pumped his fingers, curling to hit her spot. Her moans echoed off tiles, body shaking. Sweat dripped from her breasts onto his head. He added a third finger, stretching her, thumb on her clit. 'Cum for me, Aisha.' She bucked, thighs clamping his ears. 'Yes! I'm cumming!' Pussy spasmed, flooding his mouth with her squirt warm, tangy. He lapped it up, not stopping till she pushed him away, panting.
'Your turn.' She dropped to knees, ass flexing as she balanced. Pants down, his cock slapped her cheek thick, head shiny. She licked the underside, slow from balls to tip. 'Mmm, salty.' Mouth opened wide, taking him deep. Lips stretched around his girth, tongue working the shaft. She bobbed, saliva dripping, eyes up at him. Gagging sounds as she deepthroated, nose to his pubes.
Ethan groaned, hips thrusting light. 'Fuck, your mouth... so good.' Her cheeks hollowed, sucking hard. One hand cupped his balls, rolling them gentle. The other stroked what she couldn't swallow. Spit trailed down her chin, onto her tits. He watched them jiggle with each suck. 'Aisha, you're a pro at this too.'
She pulled off with a pop, strings of saliva connecting. 'Wanna fuck now? Bend me over.' Romantic heat built she stood, kissing him soft, tongues dancing slow. 'You're different. Make me feel... desired.' Her eyes softened, hands on his face. Ethan kissed her neck, slow trails down her collarbone. 'You are desired. Every inch.' He lifted her onto a bench, legs spread wide. Her pussy glistened, ready.
He rubbed his cock on her entrance, coating it in her juices. 'You want this inside?' She nodded, pulling him close. 'Yes, slow first. Make it romantic.' He pushed in head popping past her lips, then inch by inch. Her pussy gripped like velvet, hot and slick. 'Oh god, so full.' Halfway, he paused, kissing her deep, tongues swirling as he sank deeper.
Full in now, balls against her ass. They rocked together, slow grinds. Her breasts pressed his chest, nipples scraping. 'Feels perfect,' he whispered, hand stroking her braid. She wrapped legs around, heels on his ass, pulling him. 'Love this. Deeper kisses.' Lips met again, soft moans mixing. His thrusts built steady, romantic rhythm, cock dragging her walls.
But then, the system blared in his head: 'Warning: Sperm reserve critical. Objective: Colleague's wife, Sarah. Full creampie mandatory. Abort current conquest save load for target. Penalty for waste: -100 points, loss of stamina, and pheromone boost. Ethan's body froze, cock throbbing inside Aisha, on the edge. Her pussy clenched, urging him on. 'What's wrong?' she breathed, confused, hips bucking.
He pulled back slow, head popping out, slick and aching. 'I... can't. Not yet.' Pre-cum leaked, but he held it. Aisha sat up, eyes wide, hand reaching for him. 'What? You were about to fuck me hard. Don't stop now.' Her fingers wrapped his shaft, stroking urgent. The door to the locker room creaked footsteps outside? Someone coming?
Ethan dressed fast, heart pounding. 'Sorry, Aisha. Something came up. weekend... maybe.' He bolted, leaving her frustrated, pussy dripping on the bench. Outside, the sun dipped low. Sarah's apartment. how to get there? Tom had texted earlier about a 'quick drink' at home. Was this the setup? As Ethan hailed a cab, his phone buzzed: Sarah's number, unknown to him. 'Hey, Ethan? Tom said you'd stop by. Door's open.' The system pinged: 'Proceed. Seduced but don't fuck, risk high.' What if Tom walks in during seduction?