TheTerribleFairy – Late Night Gym

Late Night Gym was a peculiar establishment, open at the most ungodly hours – a beacon for those who craved the rush of thrills in the wee hours of the morning. Nestled in the heart of a seedy back alley, it drew in an enigmatic array of clientele. From the coked-up celebs seeking their next high, to the lonely probation officers looking to blow off some steam. But one constant patron always left them reeling with their intense sexual appetite and feral charm – Futa Fox, the gym’s notorious dickgirl.

Tonight, Futa Fox had arrived fashionably late, sauntering into the gym in a tiny crop top and running shorts that left little to the imagination. Her long, auburn hair cascaded over her sun-kissed shoulders, drawing appreciative looks from the gym bunnies and a hardened excitement from the gravy-stained horndogs. Futa Fox was a bombshell – and everyone knew it.

Sliding onto a treadmill, the futanari beauty turned up the power-setting, her ample tits bouncing with each step. Sweat glistened on her alabaster thighs, the fabric of her shorts riding up, exposing her jock-like underwear that barely contained her girthy, 10-inch cock. It bobbed up and down with each stride, a fetching fleshy worm eager to pop out and play. She licked her lips, eyeing the scrawny looking personal trainer across the room, Mitch.

Mitch was a jittery man, constantly dabbing his brow with a rag – his mouse-sized dick an unredeemable weakness between his legs. But Futa Fox knew all too well the power of his “other equipment” – his nimble tongue and deft fingers. She’d experienced them first-hand on many a deliciously depraved encounter.

Launching into a sprint, Futa Fox powered through the treadmill’s resistance, the air whizzing past her face. But in her mind’s eye, she was racing towards the climax she so desperately craved. Mitch was mapping out a route behind her flexing ass, his tongue flicking eagerly over her barely-contained erection.

Futa Fox panted and groaned, loud enough to draw a few stares from nearby patrons. But she paid them no mind, too lost in her lascivious daydream. Mitch was between her legs now, his tongue buried in her tight, virginal hole, delving as deep as it could go. Her massive futa cock was now on full display, jutting out angrily from beneath her shorts, veins throbbing with desire.

Gasping, Futa Fox pushed the emergency stop button and hopped off the treadmill, erect dick waving hello to anyone within a 50-foot radius. She marched over to Mitch, forgetting propriety and protocol, and shoved the small man to the floor. Hitching up her shorts, she freed her phallus, the hot head slapping Mitch right in the forehead.

“Whoa! Hey Futa Fox, this is a little unpre–”

“Shut up, Mitch. I need that tongue of yours,” she growled, pulling his head towards her throbbing cock. It disappeared into his mouth inch by excruciating inch, his throat bulging obscenely around the girthy invasion. Futa Fox thrust her hips, burying herself to the hilt in his throat, eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

A hush fell over the gym – everyone had stopped their routines to stare slack-jawed at the freakish display. But Futa Fox was too lost in the throes of sexual bliss to care. Mitch’s throat contracted around her sensitive head, squeezing and milking like a hungry mouth, and it was almost too much to bear. His tongue swirled over her length, tickling the myriad of twitching veins as he struggled to breathe.

Futa Fox gripped the back of his head, fingers sinking into his hair, and began to rut in earnest. Her huge balls smacked against his chin with each overwhelming thrust – the sound obscene, her musk filling his head like a drug. Mitch’s eyes watered, drool dribbling from his tightly-stretched lips as she fucked his throat with abandon, balls slapping his face with each graceful Pip.

“Oh fuck, Mitch… I’m gonna… unghh… you gonna swallow it all, you dirty slut?” she huffed, doubling her cadence, the tip of her cock slamming the back of his throat. Mitch could only hum and moan in response, red-faced and desperate for air, but he had long since given up fighting her dominate thrusting.

With a strangled cry, Futa Fox’s hips jerked as she exploded in a massive burst of futa semen, flooding Mitch’s mouth and throat with her bittersweet spunk. She continued holding his head in place, forcing him to swallow it all as spurt after spurt pumped down his neck. Mitch gagged and choked, but dutifully drank every drop, his eyes rolling back into his head. At last, with a groan, Futa Fox pulled out, a river of cum spilling out of Mitch’s gaping, abused mouth.

“Mmmm, goddamn… you’re my favorite little bitch, Mitch. I’ve gotta christen that ass next time,” Futa Fox purred, wiping her cock off on his disheveled hair before tucking herself back into her shorts. Mitch lay there on the floor, dazed and gasping, his battered body leaking a combo of spit and semen.

Everyone in the gym had witnessed the entire, sordid spectacle… and not one patron seemed disgusted by it. Futa Fox watched with a wicked, knowing smirk as they quietly returned to their routines, but with eyes that glittered hungrily in her direction. They wanted her… and she let them stew in their frustrated horniness.

After all, at Late Night Gym, anything – and everything – went. And next time, Futa Fox would be sure to make good on her ass-christening promise to Mitch. This was only the appetizer after all…