Working with Trista

I watched as she took her lips and placed them around my cock and watched as my cock slowly disappeared into her mouth. She held my balls in one hand and stroked me with the other as she gave me a mind-numbing blowjob. I stood there for a 2 to 3 minutes, her squeezing my balls occasionally as her lips worked their magic. Occasionally she would squeeze my balls which caused me to moan out but I was not going to complain.

"Does that feel good on your little cock?" she asked. I didn't even mind her demeaning comment at this point and just said yes.

All of a sudden she stood up, still holding my balls in her hand. "That's all for tonight," she told me, "remember our bet, you do what I say, and I am telling you, no cumming tonight. If these balls aren't as full tomorrow as they are now, that little blowjob will be all you get the entire time we're here. Do you understand?"

I nodded and she squeezed even harder, almost bringing me to my knees. "Good, I'll see you in the morning. I'll be stopping by at 9 am so we can go work, out so be ready. And remember, no cumming."

With that she let go of my now aching balls and retired to her room. I thought about relieving the ache in my balls but remembered her threat. Eventually I was able to fall asleep, my balls, full of cum, aching all night long.

Day 2:

At 9 am sharp, Trista knocked on my door. I was ready to go work out like she told me and I had even listened to her and not masturbated. She came in wearing a pair of spandex tights and a zip-up sweatshirt. I had put on the tights she had seen yesterday with wind-pants over them, along with a similar spandex shirt I had on and a tee shirt over that.

When we got down to the fitness center at the hotel, there were a few people but it wasn't exactly bustling. She immediately went to a row of elliptical machines, turned on her I-pod and began her workout. I went to a stationary bike a couple rows behind her and a few feet over.