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 DENISE SEX PERSONALS: The Treadmill to O.  MF, Bondage.

   Denise met Patrick through the sex personals.  During their second date
she is put through an incredible ordeal one that requires intense physical
endurance and mental stamina.  The result is an orgasm of earth shattering
proportions.

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   Here I was, sitting in Patrick Ciopone's huge apartment overlooking the
city.  It was the first time I had been to his place, but my second time
being with him.  The first time was incredible, a luxurious hotel room, a
huge bed, total sensual sex with a real gentleman.

   This time I was not so sure.  He sat behind a dark wood desk in front of
me.  The room was like some old man's den, with lots of books, and business
like stuff around.  A stocky Jack Russel terrier dog sat upright beside
him, staring out at me silently.  I was sitting in a an overstuffed chair
my gym bag beside me.

   "I want to thank you, Denise, for skipping your workout at the gym to
spend time with me this evening, especially on such short notice," Patrick
said.

   I was beginning to wonder why I agreed to it.  The thought of some more
sensual sex perhaps?  Now sitting in this stuffy den I was having my
doubts. Maybe I should have gone to the gym.

   Patrick was still dressed in his work clothes, and I always felt a
little uneasy around men right after work.  They need some down time or
some real potential for grumpy outburst was there.  Trying not to sound too
disappointed I said "well maybe I will have time to go for a workout later,
I mean in a few hours."

   Patrick looked at me and smiled, he leaned forward and tapped his lips
with steepled hands.  Something was on his mind.  "I am a firm believer in
regular workouts.  Staying in shape keeps you alert, looking good; working
out breeds discipline and loyalty.  " He said rather dramatically.

   He got out his chair and walk toward the corner of the room.  Patrick
Ciopone was in his late 30's she figured, he was in pretty good shape for
an old guy.  In fact he was pretty good looking.  Dirty blond hair, and
green eyes.  There was nothing wrong with him.  His biggest bonus were his
careful hands and that cock with a flared head.  I began daydreaming about
our last encounter.  Then thinking about the present, my face darkened and
my lips settled into a pout.  Tonight better be worthwhile, I thought.

   Patrick pulled a small treadmill that was pushed into the side of the
wall.  He moved it to the middle of the room.

   "Isn't that a little to small for me?  I am not exactly Nicole Ritchie."
He smiled and laughed.  My mood started to improve.  "You are thinking of
starting a gym for midgets?" He shook his head and gave me a rather pained
adult look.  I reminded myself not to act as if I was hanging around with
the guys at college.  I cleared my throat and said "gravitationally
challenged persons," rather unsurely.

   "This is a treadmill for Zackie." He said as he plugged it in.

   You have got to be kidding me.  A treadmill for his terrier.  How
un-sexy!!  I thought.  He whistled and Zackie walked over to the machine
his nails clicking on the hardwood.  The dog hopped on and Patrick flicked
a switch and turned a dial.  In a few second Zackie was running at a pretty
quick clip as the treadmill hummed away.  Patrick returned to his desk
chair, sat down leaned back and looked up at the ceiling.

   "Good cardio is key for both humans and animals, I mean look at Zackie
doesn't he seem happy".  He asked.

   I was a little concerned for the dog, nevertheless Zackie was strutting
along happily.

   Patrick Ciopone then started talking about all sorts of things.  There
was another reason beside his cock, that I was drawn to him.  He knew a lot
of things.  He even brought out a Theremin, which was a type of musical
instrument I had never seen before.  It made some really futuristic sounds
which made me laugh hysterically.  After about 15 minutes I was more
relaxed but getting concerned about Zackie who was still running up a storm
on the little treadmill.

   "Shouldn't you let the little guy rest?" I asked.

   Patrick raised his eyebrows "Zackie is just getting started, he will
stay on there for at least another sixty minutes.  It is a display of both
the dog's loyalty to me and its need for intense physical activity."

   I was shocked - an hour!.  Then I looked at the dog.  What I thought was
its stocky blubber was in fact solid muscle.  Zackie was in shape no doubt
about it.  He was extending both his front and back legs to keep up with
the treadmill.  "Isn't it going a little too fast?" I looked and saw the
dial was on 7.

   "Fair enough" he said, "adjust it to 5 if it makes you happier".  Which
I did, making Zackie bark, for thanks or in complaint I didn't know.  Then
I walked over and sat on Patrick's lap.

   "So Mr.  Ciopone, what next, can we get out of the stuffy den of yours
and let Zackie run in peace?" I pressed my breasts against him as I leaned
forward to kiss his cheek.

   "Absolutely Denise, I have something very specific in mind along this
theme of loyalty and intense physical activity."

   Patrick asked me to change into my gym clothes.  There I stood in my
Lululemon workout gear looking in wonder at an expensive treadmill.  More
specifically the overall set up of his workout room.

   On a raised platform was a desk with a clear glass top.  The treadmill
was modified so that the front of it was under the raised platform which
had been cut away so that.....my God I was beginning to understand.  If I
was on the treadmill my face would be right at the level of the desk chair
on the platform.  In fact part of the platform was cut away so that I could
stand up and run as close to the front of the desk chair as possible.  The
chair itself was one of those ergonomic ones, a stool tilted forward so
that your rest your legs bent behind your seat on a foot rest.  If I looked
above I would be looking right through the glass desk top.  From the side
of the desk top dangled straps with plastic cups on them.  I smiled this
wasn't like any workout machine I have seen before.

   "I see you are beginning to understand" Patrick said to me, his large
hand on my shoulder.  "Oh the straps?  They are for securing your head so
that you have to face directly forward.  No turning from side to side."

   "I see", I said, "and you are going to be sitting in that chair?".  I
asked incredulously.

   "When you were in the den you were wishing you went to the gym tonight,
right?  Well I need to do some reading now for work, you need to keep up
with your exercises.  So this will work well.  But there is a deeper
meaning to this workout.  If we are going to spend time together, I need to
be sure of your loyalty.  I also want to make sure you are as fit as you
say." He smiled.  I knew he loved my body and found me fit already, he
demonstrated that to me in spades the first time we met.

   "I can run on that treadmill longer than Zackie.  As for loyalty you
have to earn it" I replied.

   "We are going to earn it together," He said.  Patrick explained to me
the plan.  "You are going to run on the treadmill for 40 minutes.  I am
going to be sitting at the desk doing my work.  The angle of the chair and
the way the straps are set will give you no option other than to take
my...." He paused.

   His entire dirty treadmill scheme was very clear now.  "You are going to
run Denise while your mouth is stuff full of my cock.  It is going to be a
test of endurance for both of us, that is for certain.  I promise to remain
hard in your mouth, your promise is to have my cock stuffed in your mouth
the entire forty minutes while you are running.

   My head started to reel a little.  This was pretty fucking twisted even
in my book.  "But how will I breathe?"

   "Come on Denise my dick is not that thick and fat, you can breathe
around my cock when you need to and through your nose.  Those straps will
hold your head so that you can have my cock deep in your mouth and still
breathe through your nose as well.  The biggest challenge is for me not to
ejaculate, for you I am not sure what it will be.  I promise you I won't
cum the whole 40 minutes, and you promise me to finish your run.  "

   The biggest challenge for me was to try and keep my cool for 40 minutes
while his juicy cock was in my mouth.  The whole scenario was already
starting to make my pussy wet.  I nodded my head, looked at him and smiled
"okay".

   0 to 5 minutes

   I can't fucking believe this!  Here I am in my blue and light green
lululemon outfit jogging, looking normal from the neck down.  but from chin
up everything is far from normal.  Patrick's rock hard cock is shoved in my
mouth, he is leaning forward a little in the chair.  If I raise my eyes to
look up, I can see him reading a binder.  I can see part of his chin, and
his elbows resting on the glass top, but not much more.  If I look straight
ahead I just see some closely cropped blondish pubic hair.

   My jaw is starting to ache just a bit, I have my mouth open and
completely relaxed.  My tongue is pressed against the base of his rod while
his flared head is pushing up just by my tonsels.  The first few minutes I
was really teasing him, moving my face back and forth in small movements so
that his cock was sliding back and forth on my tongue.  He had to pull on
my hair and tell me to stop.  "Denise the deal is to have my cock in your
mouth without me cumming.  I am having a hard enough time as is." Fair
enough I thought, and I just left his stiff rod resting in my mouth, his
warmth and juiciness a total turn on.  Then I started to zone out and get
into my the run.  My breast rising and falling with my strides.

   5 to 10 minutes

   Usually by now I would want a sip of water.  But Patrick's cock seem to
quench any thirst I would have had.  Every so often some precum would seep
out of his cock and I would feel it melt in the back of my mouth.  I raised
my eyes and notice some water on the desk.  Patrick had moved his paper
work and was looking down at me with a devilish grin.  Sweat was dripping
from his face.  "It getting hot in here," he said.  I couldn't react in
anyway and could only look ahead at his pubes.  Adjusting his cock shaft
with my tongue, I was taking deep breathes from around his cock opening my
mouth wide every now and then when I got tired from breathing through my
nose.

   The sound of my feet on the treadmill filled the room with its steady
rhyme.  This was a real endurance test, and I was enjoying the challenge. I
was starting to get impressed with Patrick's ability to stay so fucking
hard.  Then again I bet the inside of my mouth and wet sweaty lips pressed
against the base of his shaft provided the necessary fluffing to keep him
solid.  The straps that held my head strait ahead were a bit annoying, the
padded cup attached to the strap which held my chin, was now filled with
sweat and a spit.  But, I could deal with it.

   10 to 20 minutes

   Patrick did something that totally broke my athletic spell.  About five
minutes ago he pulled out a small hand mirror.  He rested it at my eye
level angled a bit.  What I saw totally freaked me out, then I calmed down,
and now well now....lets just say I don't think it is sweat that is
collecting in the gossett of my thong.

   The image I saw was really dirty, I had to adjust my mind to accept that
it was my own face I was looking at.  My face was super red and sweaty and
my mouth was stuffed full of cock.  My lips were stretched into a perfect
circle, his fat rod (it was fatter than he initially said) filled it
entirely.  The inner pink of my mouth could be seen from my open rather
puffy lips.

   Drool was drooling out of my mouth all over the place.  As I breathed
through the sides of my mouth, more shiny saliva and his juicy precum would
be pushed out along his rod and drip out of my stretched lips.  Some was
being spattered out onto my cheeks.  My chin was covered in this mouth/cock
goo and it was dripping down it, onto the treadmill.  The image in the
mirror, my face as it was, was for lack of better words, one of the most
totally perverted things I had seen.  And it was me, Denise, streaked
eyeliner and all.  All I could do was to keep up my pace.  I started to
push myself to keep up.

   20 to 30 minutes

   I think it is Patrick that is having the hardest time during this
stretch.  A few times he was hitting the palms of his hand on the desk.  I
raised my eyes, and saw his face all red and sweaty.  He was breathing hard
and had a weird grimace on his face.  He looked down at me and said
"Denise, I am so fucking ready to blow my load.  Torture, torture...." I
looked straight ahead.  Looking at his face was making me too horny.

   I could feel his cock completely pulsating in my mouth.  I had felt
nothing like it before.  I could feel the blood pumping in and out.  His
cock head felt smooth and solid as polished granite.  The flat of my tongue
felt the ridge.  I matched my breathing to the pulsing of his blood through
his veins.  In a strange way this gave me a feeling of total 'oneness' with
his cock, it was like it was a part of me.  Patrick started to gasp. 
Ughhhhhh.  A weird sound for an older dude to make I thought.  All I could
do is look ahead and keep on running.  I am in amazing shape no one could
argue that.

   30 to 40 minutes

   I had forgotten about my boobs.  I have large breasts that bounce when I
run even with a strong sports top.  I had been so fixated on my situation
and the task that I didn't notice how hard my nipples had become until now.
They actually were starting to hurt.  Patrick at this point had his face
covered in his hands and his cock thrust hard in my mouth, just keeping his
breathing steady.  I started to move my face back and forth, giving him a
slow face fuck as I ran.  This resulted him in slamming his hands down on
the desk.  "Stop that, stop that!" he croaked.  I complied.  After all I
didn't want him to blow it before 40 minutes, otherwise his whole
loyalty/endurance project would have been for nothing.

   I didn't want that.  I wanted to make him happy.  Also I liked pushing
myself and was fully committed by now to this challenge.  My nipples were
getting so hard!  What was up with that?  Then Patrick brought out the hand
mirror again.  He held it back and tilted it so that from the corner of my
eye, all I could see was my mouth again.  His cock was the darkest purple
hue I have ever seen for flesh.  It almost looked like a rolled up slab of
liver shoved in my mouth.  "Two more minutes" he groaned, "only two
more.....".

   The treadmill started to slow, and I adjusted my stride.  A wider slower
pace, his cock head was fully pressed now against the back of my throat and
more drool and his juicy pre fluid flew from the sides of my mouth.  I was
breathing heavily and my mind was clear.  I had never been so ready for an
orgasm in my entire life.  I looked up at him through the glass desk top
pleading.  "30 more seconds" he stammered.

   The Treadmill Stops

   We reacted single mindedly.  It was as if during the 40 minutes of
mutual exertion, our minds collectively decided exactly what should be done
the second the treadmill stopped.  I had my hand shoved down my green work
out tights.  My cunt was completely drenched, flowing like a faucet.  I
rubbed my muff with complete abandon.  Palming my clit and stuffing as many
fingers as possible deep into my pussy.  Patrick was working on loosening
my straps, his throbbing meat in my mouth pushing out the side of my cheek,
the ridge of its bulbous head visible from the outside.

   The straps released, I pulled back, releasing his swollen rod and took
in a huge gasp of air.  Massively thick ribbons of shiny drool connected my
tongue, chin and sore mouth to his juicy cock.  His cock was going to blow
any second that was for certain, and I wanted Patrick to pump his goo all
the fuck over me.  My workout tights were drenched, a massive wet spot
emanated from my crotch and drenched nearly the entire spandex bottoms,
once light green now they looked almost black.  My tits needed to breath. I
pulled off my sweaty drool saturated top in one quick motion.  "I am so
ready for you Ciopone" I said loudly.  "Cum for me baby!"

   Rubbing my cunt with wild abandon I stepped toward his large purple
cock. I opened my mouth wide.  Patrick just gave it one pull, a loud spurt
of cum flew from his cock.  I heard the squirting sound as loads of sperm
squirted from his cock.  I kept rubbing my muff, spreading it with one
hand, I pushed my shoulders back as my sweaty tits received a good dumping
of cum.  His just kept on cumming.  And moaning loudly.  His sounds made me
yell.  I kept yelling "holy fuck holy fuck".  His sperm coated my torso and
was getting flung around by the motion of my arm, which was rapidly going
up and down, as I rubbed my cunt to an earth shattering orgasm!  I came
with such an intensity, that my knees buckled.  I let myself drop to my
knees on the treadmill "Yeeeeeeeaaah"!

   Patrick looked down at me with such a joyful expression on his face.  We
looked at each other and both broke out laughing.  We laughed ourselves
silly for a minute or two.  There was no other emotion left.  I watched his
cock bob up and down with his belly laughs.  I took his cock once more in
my mouth.  This time completely deflated, I couldn't imagine it being the
same one that was hard in my mouth for 40 minutes.  A much soft er texture
and taste now.  I felt a powerful feeling of accomplishment, as I played
with his flaccid salty cock in my mouth.  "Enough, enough" he said, and
then "Denise, a job well done!"

   He stepped off the platform and with a soft towel wiped his gooey jizz
off my tits, body and face.  Then holding my exhausted chin in his hand he
placed a big juicy kiss on my lips and hugged me close.  "You are an
amazing young woman Denise", he whispered in my ear, "such unequivocal
loyalty too, it's extremely rare."

   Not really a 100 percent sure on what it all had to do with loyalty, I
didn't really care.  It was an incredible experience.  One I never want to
repeat ever again, but one I am very happy to have had.  I guess similar to
how I would think after running a marathon.

   Keeping to being the classy gentleman that he is, Patrick Ciopone led me
to a very well appointed and spacious bathroom.  A large tub full of cool
water awaited me.  There were all sorts of lotions and scrubs available and
thick terry towels.  He sensed I need some serious down time after our
ordeal and I was left to relax and rejuvenate myself for the next two
hours. I definitely felt much more attached to him, if not more loyal.

   As for Zackie, the little guy ran on the mini treadmill for over an 75
minutes.  He was lying down in his basket by the door sleeping soundly when
I headed home.

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   The Red Flame Off Campus Ass Licker Part Two - intense ass licking

   Talking to Denise in her SUV

   Trust - Bondage

   Denise Sex Personals: The Treadmill to O

   The Girl who Bummed a Smoke

   Nailed by the Office Bitch Part 1, 2 and 3

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