Cougar’s Come up at the Gym (M/FF)

[Bondageboi]

@guardian741 Is this what you imagined?


The gym was their sanctuary, a place where Carol and Sandra could shed their corporate armor and reveal their true, vibrant selves. Each day at 6 PM, the two friends would arrive, their laughter echoing through the hallways, and their energy was as infectious as it was intriguing to the young, fitness-obsessed staff. At the center of their attention was Ben, a charming, athletic twenty-five-year-old with a mischievous glint in his eye that hinted at a sense of humor as ripe as their determination to get fit.

Ben had always found the duo's flirtatious banter entertaining, playing along as he demonstrated the latest workout routines or fixed a wonky treadmill. One particularly busy day their cheeky comments got to the point that he jokingly threatened to tie them up with sports bandage to keep them from distracting him. He was startled yet intrigued a week later when they took him ip on the offer.

It was nearly midnight. The gym was closed and he had finished his lock up and switch off tour of the building when he watched them, emerging from the changing rooms, their bodies glistening with the evidence of a workout well done. The sight of them in their sports bras and shorts, their curvy figures accentuated by the tight fabric, had him swallowing hard. He'd never seen them quite so sexually before, they being almost twice his age.

"You guys aren't serious?" Ben stammered, trying to keep his cool as his heart hammered in his chest.

Carol, the brunette with a playful smile, winked at him. "Oh, but we are, Ben. We're feeling a bit...adventurous tonight."

Sandra, the redhead with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, sauntered over, her big feet barely making a sound on the rubberised floor. "We figured if you can handle our heavy weights in class, you can surely tame us after hours !"

Ben looked from one to the other, his mind racing. He was surprised, flattered, and a little nervous. "But, what if someone comes in?" he managed to say, his voice slightly higher than he intended.

"Don't worry," Sandra assured him, her voice low and sultry. "We've got the place to ourselves. You did your lock up routines. Besides, we promise not to make any noise, if you keep us gagged tight."

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and for a moment, Ben considered the sheer audacity of their proposal. He knew he should say no, that it was unprofessional and risky, but the allure of the situation was undeniable. Plus, they were both attractive in their own right, their confidence and playfulness as tempting as their very large boobs. He took a deep breath and nodded, his pulse quickening as he reached for the roll of sports bandage.

Sandra stepped closer, her full breasts heaving with anticipation as she held her wrists behind her back. "Tie me first," she whispered, her eyes locked on his. "But make it snug, I want to feel your strength." Ben's hands shook slightly as he wrapped the bandage around her wrists, pulling it tight, watching the material dig into her skin. The sound of her breath hitching was all the encouragement he needed to continue, looping the bandage around her elbows and chest until she was bound.

Carol, not to be outdone, playfully strutted over to the bench press, hopping up and laying back. "How about I help you with your job?" she giggled, lifting her legs in the air, giving Ben full access to her ankles. He took a moment to appreciate her shapely form before securing her ankles together and then her knees. Carol held her hands behind her under the bench and encouraged him to tape her down to the low stand. The sight of them both bound and at his mercy was intoxicating, and he could feel his cock stirring in his shorts. He pulled Carol’s sports bra down exposing her Lilly white globes.

As he worked, Sandra couldn't help but squirm in her bonds. "You know," she purred, her voice thick with desire, "I could still run away if I really wanted to." Ben smirked, knowing she was egging him on. He wrapped more bandage around her ankles and legs, ensuring she was as immobile as a sculpture. The more she struggled, the tighter he wound the bandages around her, savoring her gasps and whimpers.

Carol, however, had other plans. Despite being tied to the bench with her hands and legs secured, she called out to Ben, her voice carrying an air of excitement. "Oh, Ben, you're being too rough with Sandra!" she exclaimed, her chest heaving as she watched him work. "You need to treat us gently, remember?"

Ben looked over, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of her sprawled out on the bench, her sports bra barely containing her ample breasts. "You need to keep quiet, Carol," he said firmly, his voice a mix of amusement and authority. "Or I might have to add another layer of bandage over your mouth."

The challenge in his words was unmistakable, and Carol's eyes lit up with excitement. She tested the strength of her bonds, feeling the sticky embrace of the sports tape against her skin. When she realized she couldn't get free, she let out a shriek that echoed through the empty gym. Ben sighed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Looks like I'll have to keep that promise," he murmured to himself.

He approached Carol, who was now trying to kick her legs and free herself from the bench. With a swiftness that belied his muscular frame, he untied her ankles and yanked her trainers off. Before she could utter another sound, he grabbed her socks and shoved them into her mouth, using his own to tie them in place. Her shrieks turned into muffled moans of protest, which only served to heighten the erotic tension in the room.

“Oh Granny. What big feet you’ve got.” He grinned at her as she kicked her legs and thrashed around.

Carol’s eyes went wide when she realized what Ben was doing, and she tried to protest around the socks in her mouth, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment. But her protests only turned into muffled noises that were barely audible through the thick material. Ben took this opportunity, his gaze lingering on her bare feet he began to tickle them. He noticed how soft and well cared for they were, despite their size, softness that seemed to make them more sensitive. He wrapped sports bandage over her eyes, wrapping round her head and the bench to be greeted by many muffled protests, before, with a chuckle, he turned his attention to Sandra.

The redhead was still squirming and trying to break free of her binds. He approached her, the sound of her breathing heavy with arousal. He knew that she was enjoying this just as much as he was, even though she was playing the part of the reluctant victim. He pulled her shoes and socks off, then before she could protest he gagged her as he had done her friend. Her breathing grew faster as her oral cavity was packed with her own sweaty socks, and her struggles grew more frantic. Ben spent a few minutes tickling her beefy bare feet, large like Carols, but drier, rougher, showing her 40+ years.

He stepped back to admire his work. Two mature, curvy women, both in their prime, both bound and gagged in the middle of the gym, their bodies pleading for more. He felt a thrill of power and excitement surge through his veins. They had given themselves to him, entrusting him to fulfill their kinky desires. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of their squirming bodies, the way their breasts jiggled with every movement, and the way their large feet pointed to the sky, begging to be played with.

Leaving Carol to struggle on the bench, Ben turned his attention to Sandra. She had been watching him the whole time with a mix of trepidation and anticipation in her eyes s he had trussed and stripped her friend. He approached her with a predatory grace, his eyes locked onto her chest, which was now rising and falling rapidly with every breath she took. With a swift move, he pulled her sports bra down, exposing her freckled boobs to the cool air. He took a moment to admire the beauty of her full, round breasts before leaning in and taking a nipple into his mouth. Sandra's eyes rolled back, and she let out a muffled moan through her gag. He could feel her body tense against the bandages as he flicked his tongue over her sensitive flesh, sending bolts of pleasure coursing through her.

The feeling of Ben's mouth on her skin was unlike anything Sandra had ever experienced. She had always been self-conscious about her freckles, but the way he was worshiping her breasts made her feel beautiful and desired. Her bound hands clenched into fists as he switched to the other nipple, sucking and biting gently, teasing her until she was on the edge of a climax. Meanwhile, Carol's muffled protests grew louder, her own arousal building as she heard her friend's body respond to Ben's ministrations.

Sandra struggled and moaned, she clenched her fists, curled her toes and tried to thrust her pelvis against him in frustration. Ben grinned, took a step back, then wrapped sports bandage round her eyes, blindfolding her like Carol.

Now, with both women's sight and speech taken away, the gym took on a new, darker atmosphere. The only sounds were their muffled protests, the sticky rustling of the bandages, and Ben's footsteps as he moved around them, his heart racing with excitement. He could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, their breaths coming in quick pants, and he knew they were both desperate for more. He decided to focus on their feet, which were both bound and bare, with their sweaty socks in their mouths.

He started with Carol, her large, curved feet wiggling in the air. He grabbed her left foot and began to tickle the arch with his fingertips, eliciting a muffled giggle from her. She squirmed against the bench, her bound body jerking in an attempt to escape his touch. But the more she struggled, the more he enjoyed it, his cock straining against his shorts. He moved to her right foot and did the same, watching her toes curl and her legs kick in the air. Sandra could hear her friend's muffled sounds of pleasure and felt her own arousal spike, her own feet begging for his attention.

Ben then shifted his focus to Sandra's bare feet, his eyes traveling from her toes to her ankles and up to her thighs. He took her right foot in his hand, tracing the lines of her arch with his thumb. He knew that every touch, every sensation, was magnified by her blindfold and gag, and he savored her reactions. Starting at her toes, he began to suck each one, feeling her body jolt with every suckle. He moved up to her soles, licking and kissing the rough skin, his other hand playing with the bandages around her wrists, ensuring she was as bound as she was aroused.

As he worked on her feet, he could feel the heat from Sandra's body, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. He knew she was desperate for more, and he was more than happy to oblige. He took one final kiss on the top of her foot before moving up to her thighs, his hands sliding up the soft, warm skin to her waist. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her cheek as he whispered, "Ready for the main event?"

The anticipation was palpable as Ben made his way over to Carol. He could see the excitement in her face, even though she was blindfolded and gagged, and he knew she was eager for what was to come. He positioned himself at the end of the bench, his gaze lingering on her exposed breasts as he stripped himself naked. With a wicked smile, he leaned down and took one of her erect nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. Carol's muffled cries grew louder as he switched to the other, rolling the sensitive peak between his teeth before moving back to the first. He could feel her body tense beneath the bandages, her hips bucking slightly as he pleasured her.


Ben could hold back no more, He pulled Carols shorts down to her knees and lay on top of her, his swollen manhood forcing its way between her thighs.

[jone123]

hot

[LunaDog]

As i've often said, i normally prefer the girls to be doing the tying, but this is good enough to overlook this little detail.

[GreyLord]

hot

Yes, indeed it is.

[Dpsiic]

Well written exciting story.