You walk away mesmerized by what just happened. You almost wouldn’t believe it if you didn’t still have the sweet taste of Candace’s breast milk lingering in your mouth. If all that was just for you ogling her, you wonder what she might try to do to you during an actual match…Lost in your daydreams, you don’t watch where you’re going and you bump into someone.
“Hey, watch it!” You stumble backwards after colliding with Debbie Sanders, a.k.a Major Assets, her large breasts still jiggling well after the collision. You look up to see an imposing blonde, ponytailed woman giving you a stern stare. She wears a camouflage-colored sports bra and a pair of dark green athletic shorts, both clinging to her well-sculpted but curvaceous body, showing it off nicely. Noticing she’s none too pleased with you getting in her way, you try your best not to ogle and politely walk away.
“S-sorry. Sorry about tha--,” just as you step away, you’re silenced by a loud crunch that came from beneath your foot. You lift your foot to reveal that you’ve crushed a pair of green sunglasses, clearly belonging to Debbie, which fell off her when you bumped into her. You wince as you look up to see Debbie’s cold glare intensifying at you. You panic and try to say whatever you can to keep her from getting pissed at you. “I-I am SO sorry. I-I I didn’t see those there. I promise, I’ll make up for them. I-I’ll do anything you want,” you plead.
Debbie contemplates what to do with you for a few moments before giving a sigh. “C’mere.” She gestures you to follow her to a nearby squat rack, a weighted barbell already resting on it. “Listen up,” she demands. “I’m going to do some squats, and, seeing as you’ve just ‘volunteered’ yourself, you get the honor of spotting me. Just keep behind me and keep track of how many reps I’ve done. Got it?” You nod and start to get into position behind her. As you do so, Debbie squats down to get herself under her barbell. You can’t help but notice how her massively round butt flexes as she gets into place to start, and, to your embarrassment, you realize that, if you get close enough to spot Debbie as she squats, her butt will repeatedly rub directly against your crotch, which will doubtless only make things more awkward with her.
After placing the bar on her shoulders, Debbie notices your hesitation, as well as your gawping. “Well? Are you going to spot me or what? Get over here,” she demands impatiently. Not wanting to piss her off any further, you comply. You get as close to her as you can without touching her, her huge butt just millimeters away from her crotch, and reach your hands under the barbell to support her as she starts. You realize Debbie doesn’t really need your help, though, as she effortlessly lifts the bar on her own before squatting down to begin her set. Before you know it, her butt sticks out and presses against your crotch, the sensation of its soft flesh against you having an instant effect on your cock.
“One...two...t-three…” You try to keep your mind off Debbie’s ass and the rapidly growing bulge in your shorts by focusing on counting her reps for her, but it’s a losing battle. Debbie’s butt jiggles and flexes against you as she moves up and down at a steady pace, the warmth it radiates only increasing as she continues to exert herself. “...seven…eight...nine” A part of you wants to pull yourself away before she can notice your hard-on, which grows more obvious by the second, but doing so would mean abandoning your post as a spotter, which might upset her just as much. Before long, you start to lose yourself to the pleasure, and, in a moment of weakness, you mindlessly move your hips towards Debbie, lightly jabbing her butt with your fully-erect cock.
“H-hey! What the hell!?” Of course, Debbie notices this, and puts her barbell back on the rack. She looks over her shoulder and quickly spies the tent in your shorts before you can attempt to hide it. You were expecting her to explode with rage at you for your perverted action, but, to your surprise, she just remains expressionless for a few moments. Finally, she says, “Looks like this type of spotting is a little too hard for you,” with much less disdain in her voice than you were expecting. “In that case, let’s try spotting this way: lie down beneath me.”
“Uh, excuse me?”
“I said: lie down. Didn’t you say you’d do anything to make up for breaking my glasses? Now lie down,” Debbie demands, an angry sternness returning to her voice. She turns back around, expecting you to comply, and as she does, you think you see the faintest trace of a smile on her face. Well, Debbie’s not giving you much choice, so you do as she says. You lie down face up and are given a glorious sight of Debbie’s huge ass sticking out like a shelf just above your head, her shorts only partially covering her pale, creamy cheeks and the light sweat forming on them. “Now, I’m going to start my set over, and you’re only going to count as soon as I do a full, deep squat, not a moment before. Got it?”
“Got it.” With that, Debbie picks up her weight and squats down again. This time you’re forced to look on in awe as her big booty drops towards your face. Trying to stay focused, you notice when her butt lines up with her bent knees, signaling a full squat, and say “One.” You expected Debbie to immediately pull back up when you said that, but instead she keeps going down! “Debbie, what are you--mrrphfff!” She squats as far down as possible until her butt rests against your face, easily engulfing it as she practically sits on you. The heavy barbell resting on her shoulders makes her butt bear down on your head even more, its soft touch and earthy scent filling your senses.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” Debbie says, playing coy. “You’re going to have to speak up. Let’s try that again.” After a few moments, Debbie finally lifts herself off you to start over, giving you a chance to breathe. You look on as she squats down towards you again. You try to count aloud, but, once again, you’re quickly silenced by Debbie squatting so low that her full ass bears down against your face and shoulders, filling up just about every air pocket available to you with her flesh. Debbie lets out a small giggle, clearly starting to have fun with this. “What’s the matter? You’re supposed to be keeping count. I’m not doing anything to distract you, am I?” To taunt you, Debbie sways her hips back and forth, dragging your trapped head along with her as she does so. “Well, if you’re not going to help me by counting, then I’m not going to be able to know how many reps I’ve done. I guess I’ll just keep going until I get tired.” True to her word, Debbie spends the next few minutes doing squats above you, smothering you with her imposing butt every time she goes down, each repetition just a little longer than the last. She relishes the feeling of your muffled words vibrating against her soft, sweaty rear, and she spies your cock throbbing in your shorts every time she lands on you.
After what feels like an eternity of smothering, Debbie finally finishes with her squats, putting her weight away and giving you a breather. She turns around and gives you another stern look, her imposing, curvaceous figure looming above you as you lay there heaving.
What next?
“Hey, watch it!” You stumble backwards after colliding with Debbie Sanders, a.k.a Major Assets, her large breasts still jiggling well after the collision. You look up to see an imposing blonde, ponytailed woman giving you a stern stare. She wears a camouflage-colored sports bra and a pair of dark green athletic shorts, both clinging to her well-sculpted but curvaceous body, showing it off nicely. Noticing she’s none too pleased with you getting in her way, you try your best not to ogle and politely walk away.
“S-sorry. Sorry about tha--,” just as you step away, you’re silenced by a loud crunch that came from beneath your foot. You lift your foot to reveal that you’ve crushed a pair of green sunglasses, clearly belonging to Debbie, which fell off her when you bumped into her. You wince as you look up to see Debbie’s cold glare intensifying at you. You panic and try to say whatever you can to keep her from getting pissed at you. “I-I am SO sorry. I-I I didn’t see those there. I promise, I’ll make up for them. I-I’ll do anything you want,” you plead.
Debbie contemplates what to do with you for a few moments before giving a sigh. “C’mere.” She gestures you to follow her to a nearby squat rack, a weighted barbell already resting on it. “Listen up,” she demands. “I’m going to do some squats, and, seeing as you’ve just ‘volunteered’ yourself, you get the honor of spotting me. Just keep behind me and keep track of how many reps I’ve done. Got it?” You nod and start to get into position behind her. As you do so, Debbie squats down to get herself under her barbell. You can’t help but notice how her massively round butt flexes as she gets into place to start, and, to your embarrassment, you realize that, if you get close enough to spot Debbie as she squats, her butt will repeatedly rub directly against your crotch, which will doubtless only make things more awkward with her.
After placing the bar on her shoulders, Debbie notices your hesitation, as well as your gawping. “Well? Are you going to spot me or what? Get over here,” she demands impatiently. Not wanting to piss her off any further, you comply. You get as close to her as you can without touching her, her huge butt just millimeters away from her crotch, and reach your hands under the barbell to support her as she starts. You realize Debbie doesn’t really need your help, though, as she effortlessly lifts the bar on her own before squatting down to begin her set. Before you know it, her butt sticks out and presses against your crotch, the sensation of its soft flesh against you having an instant effect on your cock.
“One...two...t-three…” You try to keep your mind off Debbie’s ass and the rapidly growing bulge in your shorts by focusing on counting her reps for her, but it’s a losing battle. Debbie’s butt jiggles and flexes against you as she moves up and down at a steady pace, the warmth it radiates only increasing as she continues to exert herself. “...seven…eight...nine” A part of you wants to pull yourself away before she can notice your hard-on, which grows more obvious by the second, but doing so would mean abandoning your post as a spotter, which might upset her just as much. Before long, you start to lose yourself to the pleasure, and, in a moment of weakness, you mindlessly move your hips towards Debbie, lightly jabbing her butt with your fully-erect cock.
“H-hey! What the hell!?” Of course, Debbie notices this, and puts her barbell back on the rack. She looks over her shoulder and quickly spies the tent in your shorts before you can attempt to hide it. You were expecting her to explode with rage at you for your perverted action, but, to your surprise, she just remains expressionless for a few moments. Finally, she says, “Looks like this type of spotting is a little too hard for you,” with much less disdain in her voice than you were expecting. “In that case, let’s try spotting this way: lie down beneath me.”
“Uh, excuse me?”
“I said: lie down. Didn’t you say you’d do anything to make up for breaking my glasses? Now lie down,” Debbie demands, an angry sternness returning to her voice. She turns back around, expecting you to comply, and as she does, you think you see the faintest trace of a smile on her face. Well, Debbie’s not giving you much choice, so you do as she says. You lie down face up and are given a glorious sight of Debbie’s huge ass sticking out like a shelf just above your head, her shorts only partially covering her pale, creamy cheeks and the light sweat forming on them. “Now, I’m going to start my set over, and you’re only going to count as soon as I do a full, deep squat, not a moment before. Got it?”
“Got it.” With that, Debbie picks up her weight and squats down again. This time you’re forced to look on in awe as her big booty drops towards your face. Trying to stay focused, you notice when her butt lines up with her bent knees, signaling a full squat, and say “One.” You expected Debbie to immediately pull back up when you said that, but instead she keeps going down! “Debbie, what are you--mrrphfff!” She squats as far down as possible until her butt rests against your face, easily engulfing it as she practically sits on you. The heavy barbell resting on her shoulders makes her butt bear down on your head even more, its soft touch and earthy scent filling your senses.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” Debbie says, playing coy. “You’re going to have to speak up. Let’s try that again.” After a few moments, Debbie finally lifts herself off you to start over, giving you a chance to breathe. You look on as she squats down towards you again. You try to count aloud, but, once again, you’re quickly silenced by Debbie squatting so low that her full ass bears down against your face and shoulders, filling up just about every air pocket available to you with her flesh. Debbie lets out a small giggle, clearly starting to have fun with this. “What’s the matter? You’re supposed to be keeping count. I’m not doing anything to distract you, am I?” To taunt you, Debbie sways her hips back and forth, dragging your trapped head along with her as she does so. “Well, if you’re not going to help me by counting, then I’m not going to be able to know how many reps I’ve done. I guess I’ll just keep going until I get tired.” True to her word, Debbie spends the next few minutes doing squats above you, smothering you with her imposing butt every time she goes down, each repetition just a little longer than the last. She relishes the feeling of your muffled words vibrating against her soft, sweaty rear, and she spies your cock throbbing in your shorts every time she lands on you.
After what feels like an eternity of smothering, Debbie finally finishes with her squats, putting her weight away and giving you a breather. She turns around and gives you another stern look, her imposing, curvaceous figure looming above you as you lay there heaving.
What next?
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May 31, 2023
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