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You enter the gym that evening as usual, giving a friendly wave to the front desk, before entering the main workout area. Scanning the area, there was only one other person in the gym, a vixen, lifting weights at the bench press. She gives you a glance before shifting her focus back to the heavy weights. You place your belongings beside a treadmill, and set it to a decent speed, starting your nightly workout. You occasionally shift your gaze back to the woman, eyeing her workout shorts, the front bulging out as the vixen continues to lift her weights. You blush when she catches you staring, turning your head to quickly look away, before hearing the sound of the bench weight being placed back on its shelf, and footsteps heading towards you. You stop the treadmill as a large shadow covers your body, the imposing woman giving you a little smirk.

"I saw you eyeing the goods," she states, grabbing ahold of what was her sheath and balls to emphasize her statement. You blurt out an excuse, trying to deny what was the truth when you felt a hand grasp you on the shoulder. You meet her eyes to see them focused on your face. "I know who you are," she said, a voice that would make anyone shut up when she spoke, "Word gets around in this gym, word that there was a slut that came in at night who would bend over to anyone that breathed on them." Your face turned crimson, the vixen reading you like a book. She then gave you a kiss on the lips, paralyzing you with shock at the action. She removes her lips and whispers in your ear, "Meet me in the locker room in 15 minutes, slut," before walking away to finish her workout, leaving you dazed with a raging hard-on.

You heard the sound of the locker room door shutting, and turned to meet the futa vixen once more. She was glistening with sweat, and her bulge was very noticeable in her shorts, her swelling cock barely being contained within the tight workout shorts. "So, you didn't chicken out." She said, a grin appearing on her face as she tilted your head to look at your blushing face. "You must really be a cock-hungry slut. Well, I hope you're ready." She then drops her shorts, and rubs her canine length on your face. "If you want this meat inside you, and I know you do, give my balls a thorough cleaning." You nod your head, the musk of the sweaty knot filling your head as you get on your knees. You let out your tongue, and began to polish the vixen's balls with your mouth.

The salty taste of the post-workout sweat was intense, not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough for you to crave more. The vixen moaned in pleasure, the coolness of your saliva being a stark contrast to the warm sweat sticking to her ballsack. "That's it," she moans, grabbing your head and pushing you farther into her warm orbs, "Keep going, whore." You happily obliged as you continued to lap at the sweat-covered balls, making sure to get every drop. You take one of the orbs in your mouth, causing a moan to escape the woman's lips as you gleefully continue your cleaning. It wasn't long before she pushed your head away from her sack, a slight disappointing moan escaping your lips at the lack of warmth in your mouth. "The rumors were true, you are one greedy whore," the futa stated between pants of breath. She then grabbed a hold of her rock hard length, and brought it to your awaiting mouth. "Now here's your reward. Open up slut."

As soon as she felt your breath on the tip of her knotted length, she thrusted the girl meat down your throat, taking it to the knot in one hump. The musk of her balls were uncomparable to the length down your throat, even warmer and saltier than the balls ever were, having been in her sheath, soaking up sweat for who knows how long before you got there. Her thrusts into your jaw were rough, almost too rough for you to handle, although you managed to take it with little more than moans leaving your throat. Pre filled your stomach quickly, and you looked up to see her panting hard. It seems your ball cleaning has made her ready to shoot at any moment. "Y-your the best head I have ever had!" She moaned out, not letting up on her thrusts as she does so. "Get ready for a p-protein shake."

She pushes the length with all her might down your throat and howls as her knot swelling up as she releases a flood of cum directly to your stomach. The warm jizz going down your esophagus, as well as the scent of her sperm filling your nostrils, caused you to cum as well, releasing your meek load inside of your gym shorts. Stomach full, the jizz starts seeping out your nose and mouth, staining your clothes and dirtying the floor with the futa's cum. She pulls out your jaw with a little effort, and shoots the last of her milk onto your face, before letting you fall to the floor gasping for breath. "I haven't nutted that hard since homecoming." The vixen says, wiping her forehead of any sweat from the intense throat fucking. A piece of paper is tossed onto the floor beside the puddle of cum you lay in. "Here's my number, slut. Call me when you can talk again if you wanna go for round two some time." The futa pulls up her shorts, and turns to leave the locker room, "Oh, one more thing. I'll be back here this Saturday, and you better be here." With that, the packing vixen left the room, leaving you soaking in her essence, craving more of her with each musky breath you took in.