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Subject: {ASSM} Wall Street Pimp: Pumping Iron {Pan} (MF, intercourse, oral) pt. 02
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Date: Thu, 16 Sep 2004 03:10:03 -0400
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Wall Street Pimp: Pumping Iron {Pan} (MF, intercourse,
oral) pt. 02

2004/09/15

by Pan

Max heard from Nina again in a week. He thought it was
a good sign, instead of waiting another month to see
the music student. Max wasn't sure if Nina was
actually interested in him, just flirting, or needed
the money he had been giving off her rent in exchange
for their little games. The games were fun, but it was
the uncertainty that made it fun, so when Nina called
and asked him to come meet her for tennis, he said
yes.

Nina asked to meet at her school's gymnasium.  Max
offered to get her a guest pass to his high-end club
uptown, but she refused, pouting that she liked her
school's gym.  Max didn't care, so he agreed to meet
her late one weekday night.  Nina had night-owl hours,
Max figured.

Nina met Max by the entrance.  She wore a short tennis
dress.  It was green, sleeveless, and dangerously
showed off her legs.

"Hola, Max," she said with her sweet Spanish accent.

"Hola, commo estas?"

"Bien, senior.  Tu hablas Espanol!" she returned
surprised.

Max use to have business in Mexico, so he did know
some Spanish.  He could at least pass pleasantries
about the weather, which was what he did with Nina. 
He could also talk about the futures' market in
Spanish, but he didn't think Nina would really care
about that.

"You are a gentleman of many suprises.  Shall we play
with some balls?" Nina threw a fuzzy yellow ball in
the air and caught it again.

Max followed the nineteen year-old through the massive
university gym.  Following Nina, Max watched the sway
of her skirts which occassionally revealed shorts that
were a cross between short bicycle shorts and panties.
 He got an even better view of them when they went up
a flight of stairs to the indoor court area.  They
were almost scandalous, showing just a little ass, but
they looked athletic and borderline.  Borderline or
not, Max enjoyed the view.  When they reached the
indoor courts, Nina passed some open courts to reach a
court way in the back of the area, next to where the
indoor volleyball courts began.

The university's female volleyball team was practicing
in the court next to theirs.  Nina apparently knew a
couple of them as she went over to say hi while Max
took out his racket and began to stretch.  Max felt a
little uncomfortable, being the only 40+ year-old in
the immediate area.

"Are you going to take it easy on an old man?" Max
asked Nina as she came back.

"I'm not that good, and you look pretty fit for an
'old man'."

Max's game was decent.  Like a good golf game, Max had
found it useful in business to keep up his tennis
game.  He had built his stock firm up on many golf
course and tennis court meetings.  They started
playing, and Nina was right, she wasn't very good. 
Max aced Nina on his first serve.  On his next serve
-which he dailed the speed down on - Nina returned
into the net.

There was no point in out-right crushing the pretty
Spaniard.  Max ratcheted his game down, and allowed
for longer volleys and even lost a few points and
games.  Max noticed that as Nina ran headlong toward a
ball, her skirt flew up to reveal her athletic
panties.  Max decided this was a good thing, and made
Nina work hard for many of her points.

After a few games, Nina was breathing hard, and
trickled sweat down her face.  One strap of her tennis
dress drooped off of her shoulder.  Max finished the
game with a powerful slam down the line.

"Okay... no mas," Nina surrendered and went to sit on
the bleachers.  Max sat down next to her and drank
from his water bottle.

"Agua! Agua!" Nina reached out to beg for the water.

Max passed the bottle over and to the thirsty girl. 
She drunk it and poured a little on her forehead.

"So, are you up for some late dinner?" Max offered.

"Sorry, but I'm meeting Antonio, my boyfriend, for a
movie tonight.  Thanks, though.  I had fun, we should
do this again sometime."

"Sure.  Yeah, it was a good time." Max responded
cheerfully, but inside he was a little puzzled.

After Nina caught her breath, she excused herself to
go to the locker room.  Max seeing that he had some
energy to work off, asked where the weight room was. 
After Nina gave him directions, she was off for her
shower, and eventually to her movie with Antonio.

Max went down the stairs two at a time to the weight
room.  The place was empty, being about 11 PM at
night.  The university gym was open all night because
student workers were cheap and they either slept or
did homework all night.  The weight room was empty,
though, since they only needed a student at the front
desk.

As Max began his lifting routine, someone else entered
the room.  It was a blonde in a volleyball uniform. 
She was tall, five foot ten, with a pony-tail.  She
wore knee pads, cotton shorts, and a loose jersey with
the number "6".

She locked eyes with Max boldly.  Max nodded, greeting
to her.

"Hi," she said fearlessly.

Max tried to concentrate on his one workout, while the
blonde began to stretch in the corner.  Concentration
soon went away when she took off her jersey. 
Underneath she wore a red sports bra.

Two hundred and fifty pounds.  Max focused on the
barbell and the ceiling above him.  He did a set of
ten and sat up to rest.  The blond was now doing a
hand stand.  Tone muscles stood out on her arms as she
split her legs into a full upsidedown split.  Max lost
his concentration.  Her firm butt cheeks split
perfectly one hundred and eighty degrees in either
direction creating a horizontal platform right on her
crotch.  Max imagined being able to rest a can of Red
Bull right on her pussy.  And she was holding still -
upsidedown - enough to do it too.

"You're Max right?" the blonde said putting her feet
back on the ground and standing up.

"Yeah, do I know you?"

"No, I'm a friend of Nina's," she said walking over
with a little skip in her step.  "My name's Shannon."

"Nice to meet you.  That's an impressive trick, the
handstand."

"I've always been pretty good with my body.  Good at
sports... and stuff."

"I can see.  You play volleyball?"

"Varsity.  I'm on scholarship."

"Congratulations, you must be good."

"I'm okay.  Not good enough to make the Olympic team,
but I was invited to try-out."

When Shannon stepped closer, Max could see her well
defined six-pack.  It wasn't Arnold Schwartzeneger
big, but her stomach was tight, flat, and had just
enough hints of the six-pack.  She also had a smile
that was infectious.  Beaming with Californian energy.

"Just being invited must have been an honor."

"It was.  Though, it's not stopping our school from
cutting my scholarship a little.  I wanted to ask you
- Nina said you had some big bucks - if you wanted to
make a donation to the Shannon athletic fund.  I'm
kind of running a little bake sale."

"Sure.  I'm a retired old man, so I can't spare too
much, but I can spare a little.  What kind of baked
goods are you selling?"

"I'm selling similar things to what Nina's been
selling you," she said.

Max was a little startled that his encounters with
Nina had been outed, but he quickly recovered.  It
would have been worse if he wasn't single, or worried
about his public image.  Now that he was over forty
and retired, he just didn't worry about these things
as much.

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about," Max
said not willing to give up his hand yet.  "Nina rents
my apartment and is my friend."

"You know," she said dropping to her knees in front of
his weight bench.

Max couldn't help but think her puffy white knee pads
would make her pretty comfortable from that position.

"The kind of goods that are really tasty," she
continued reaching a hand out to stroke Max's thigh. 
But then Shannon hesitated.  "Unless of course I
totally misunderstood.  Are you two really into each
other?  I thought it was just business."

Max tried to imagine Nina at that moment.  She was
probably with "Antonio", he thought.  She was probably
in the back row of some movie theater right now
sucking off the boy with her full, musically trained
lips.

"No, it was just business," Max replied assuredly. 
"Aren't you worried about privacy?"

"It's late.  Plus I locked the door, so we can hear if
anyone's fiddling with it.  And I'm a gym rat, so I
know the corners where the cameras don't reach, and
this bench happens to be one of them."

"You've thought this through."

"So you know I'm serious.  Are you interested in some
business?"

Max looked her over and the goods she brought to the
table. Kneeling in front of him she didn't seem that
tall.  She was a thin girl, but if he looked
carefully, Max could see the tone muscles of an
athlete.  Her black sports bra was packed tightly, so
Max guessed she had amble breasts.  Her six pack waist
was tone, but aslo thin.  Max could easily imagine
wrapping his arms around them.  Shannon had classic
blond features: long straight hair in a pony tail, and
sparkling blue eyes.  She had small eyes, but with a
sparkle of their own.  And her smile was big and
without fear.

"Maybe," Max said with as much disinterest as he could
muster.  "Nina and I already had a little workout
before we played tennis, so it depends on what you're
offering.  What are you offering?"

Max lied, but when negotiating multi-million dollar
deals on Wall Street, he knew not to come to the table
looking desperate.

"What?  Nina said she was going to save you for me. 
Damn that bitch."

"Don't blame her, I pressured her.  I didn't know you
guys were planning this."

"Well, if you have any left in you, how much would you
give to fuck me?"

She was willing to go all the way, Max noted.

"Can I see some of the goods?"

Shannon nodded and pulled her sports bra over her
head.  She held her arms straight up dropping her bra
from that height, to show of her chest.  She had full
c-cup breasts, as Max suspected.  They looked firm,
with little fat, and perky.  Max reached out and
started fondling her left breast to the volleyball
player's suprise.  Yep, they were very firm, Max
confirmed.

"Being a little free there with the merchandise, eh?"
she said showing hesitation in her voice for the first
time.

"I need to know what I'm paying for.  We could close
shop and call it a night if you want."

"No, no... the customer is always right, right?"

"Right," Max said putting his other hand on her other
breast.  She relaxed as he fondled her tits with hard
squeezes.

"That's pretty nice," Max said removing his hands and
sitting up on the weight bench again, "but do you have
anything special to offer?"

Shannon then spread her legs out below her going into
a full split.

"How's that?  I was enrolled in gymnastic since I was
six.  Now, don't touch while I do this."

Shannon then leaned forward still doing a split.  With
her face to the ground, she pushed up from her hands
to bring her legs into the air.  Max just saw her
tight butt cheaks rise towards his face, still with
her legs going out to either side.  Max then noticed
that her cotton shorts had button-snaps down either
side.  They had use to be tear away pants, but they
were cut to shorts.  Her legs then closed like
scissors straight up, then finally she bent at the
waist bringing her legs back to the ground and
standing up.

"So, what's that worth to you?" the topless girl
asked.

"A hundred," Max sad non chalantly.

"What?  Just a hundred?  But you gave Nina..." Shannon
stuttered picking up her sports bra and holding it in
front of her breasts.  "Why just a hundred?"

"It's a nice trick, but what do you want me to do? 
Get into a handstand too?"

"That's not what I was implying.  How about two
hundred?"

Two hundred would be cheap to fuck this girl, Max
thought.  But he wasn't done bargaining yet.

"Here, how about this?  I'll give you fifty, if you
let me see the rest of it, and let me feel the goods. 
And then I'll think about going for more."

Shannon bit her lip in contemplation, but then dropped
her sports bra again.  She then pulled off her puffy
knee pads, and slipped out of her sneakers.

"Leave your socks on," Max said.

After putting pads and shoes to the side, Shannon
started to unsnap the sides of her shorts.  She left
the top bottons on each side fastened, and then turned
around.  She spread her legs out to her left and right
going into a split again, but stopped short, until she
was split at about 135 degrees.  She leaned forward
until elbows rested on the ground and her nipples
almost brushed against the carpet.

"You can take care of the final snaps," she said
looking from over her shoulder.

Max undid the final two and pulled her shorts off. 
Underneath she didn't wear any panties - another
pre-meditated action.  Her vulva was surrounded by a
narrow, well groomed patch of blonde hair - and she
was already wet.  She smelled of sex and sweat.  Max
reached out and plunged two fingers into the vagina
that was at the height of his knees.  She sighed in
relief that she had finally been touched, and that her
pussy could finally put its lubricant on something. 
She had been ready for a fuck ever since she had
entered the room.  Max's negotiation had taken her off
guard... and made her anticipate.

With his other hand, Max caressed the hard butt cheaks
of the young athlete.  She was all muscle, smooth
skin, and a layer of salty sweat.

"Have you done this before?" Max asked still plunging
his fingers into her.

"No... but Nina said you were nice.  I like to fuck, I
could use some cash, so why not?"

An amateur.  Unspoiled, Max thought.  She would
normally go for a high price from what Max had
experienced with professional agencies.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Max asked.

"I don't want to become a whore on the street, but
this is okay."

"So are you going to be my whore tonight?" Max asked
plunging three fingers into her vagina.

"Yikes... yeah... my cunt's got a vacancy if you're
interested enough." Shannon said.

"A hundred and fifty," Max offered quickening the pace
of his fingers.

"Ungh... please... two hundred..."

"Sorry, one fifty is my last order," Max said stopping
his hands but leaving them halfway down Shannon's
pussy.

"Oh... don't stop... okay.. one fifty... I'll take one
fifty... please keep on going!" Shannon begged.

Shannon's fingers were clawed into the carpet now, and
her ass started to rock back and forth trying to get
Max's hands to continue fucking her.

One fifty, what a cheap bitch, Max thought.  The
thought of getting a bargain turned him on even more. 
This girl's first trick could have gone for more than
ten times that amount at any escort agency.  Max loved
the idea of getting her so cheap, and to have her bent
over in front of him, begging to be fucked.

Max got up and pulled his shorts off.  Shannon stood
up too and looked longingly at Max's penis.  In a
blink she was all over him.  She clenched his body in
an embraced moving her face to kiss his.  While
sucking down his tongue she grabbed his penis with
both hands.  She pumped it with hurried strokes as she
wrapped one leg around him, almost trying to climb him
right there.  He lifted her up to his body and
position her above his cock.  Then he let her go and
let gravity drive her vagina down on his shaft.  Her
stong legs tightented around his waist, her arms
around his neck, and she groaned in pleasure into his
ear.

"Shit... I might have done this for free."

Max held her steady as she pulled herslef up and down
along his shaft.  He could feel her tone body coil and
spring around him.  Inside she was soft and warm,
greasing his penis like any woman would.  Max moved to
straddle the weight bench, still holding her by her
buttucks and back.  Now he faced the walled mirror and
saw the their reflection, a young blonde athlete
crawling his body and penis like it was a rock wall. 
He leaned her backwards until her back rested on the
barbell itself.  She arched her body horizontal,
resting her upperback on the bar, and letting Max hold
up her pelvis.  Now Max had more room to move and
began to pump into the blonde pussy with more force. 
Max could hold her up now with one arm, so he let his
left trace over her toned stomach and girating
breasts.

Shannon looked above her and saw their reflection too.
 She smiled back at Max and watched him thrust into
her repeatedly.

"Geez... Nina said you were big, but... damn...
ugh..."

"Does it feel good in your cunt?"

"Oh yes!  You... ughmmm... so deep... fuck yeah, my
cunt loves it!"

"Then you should tell Nina.  Her cunt hasn't felt this
yet."

"You haven't... oooh... fucked Nina yet?"

Max slowed down and genlty pulled Shannon off the bar.
 He could see that he was starting to bruise her back
on the metal, but she didn't seem to notice.  He
withdrew and sat her down on the bench.

"No, just in the mouth."

"Well, I'll definitely tell her.  She's missing out."

Max mad Shannon lay down and spread her legs.  Shannon
gripped the bar as if she was going to lift and spread
her legs up and out until her feet touched the bars
too.  Max crouched down and inserted himself into her
again.  Shannon moaned as she felt even deeper
penetration,

"Oh god!" she screamed tightening her grip on the
bars.  She looked as if she was trying to lift it, but
really it was because of Max's penis fucking her that
made her body flex in exctasy.  Her body then began to
flex in convulsions, as she began to orgasm.

"Please stop! Stop.... oh god!" she said in pain.

Max wasn't finished yet, but he pulled out of the girl
who started to shiver while laying on the bench.

"Holy crap..." she said reaching up towards Max.

Max pulled her up and pulled her into his chest.  She
snuggled there, and shook with pleasure as he stroked
her dishevelled blonde hair.

"That was awesome..." she said.

"Thanks, that'll be a hundred and fifty dollars, ms,"
he said.

"Very funny, wise ass."

"Well you need to at least finish me off.  You're not
a very good trick if you're going to leave me with
this."

Shannon looked down between them and saw Max's still
rigid cock on her belly pointing straight up at her. 
She smiled and scooted down until she could put his
penis in her mouth.  It took her time to get use to
his size, but soon she was bobbing her head smoothly. 
Max was close, so it wasn't long before he came.

Afterwards they showered, and Max drove Shannon to her
apartment.  He paid her one hundred and fifty, and the
she happily pocketed it.

"Thanks for the workout," Shannon said.  "Take down my
cell number and let me know when you want another."

THE END

FROM THE AUTHOR: Thanks for reading my story.  If you
liked it or had suggestions, please e-mail me at:

pan_mff "at" yahoo.com

Please visit my website at:

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