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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Other stories by Bryce Denison:

The Red Flame

The Red Flame Off Campus Ass Licker Part One - intense blowjob

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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