The Wonderful Adventures of Miss K Ch. 4
Keywords: K, The, Miss, Adventures, Wonderful, of, 4, Ch.,
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"This is yet another installment of the pure pornography that I love to call "The Wonderful Adventures of Miss K." So far, people have been loving my over the top sex romps, and I hope you fair fans love this one too. If you are not legally permitted to read this work in your legal jurisdiction, please do not read this. Also, I retain all commercial and non-electronic rights to this work. If you want to use this work, just ask. So, without further ado, let's get on with the show."
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Miss K reached in her racing jacket and fished out the card key to her motel room, fast food in hand. She wore a pair of track pants as a deference partially to modesty and partially to the cold. When she opened the door, she saw Tracy sitting up in her bed, nightshirt keeping her modest, pulling on the dildo in her mouth by the set of fake balls at the end. Miss K's eyes remained fixed on her traveling buddy as she set down the food on the table, wishing that big, brown thing passing between Tracy's lips was her dick.
"I see you're practicing on your little dildo there, huh, Trace?"
Tracy pulled the dildo out of her mouth with a loud pop, then said, "Yeah. After all, when you went out to get something to eat, I'd figure I'd get some practice in."
"Good, hun," Miss K said, sitting down, pulling the Egg McMuffin sandwich out of the bag and laying it out across from her with a cup of coffee. "That's what I got it for. That, and the rare occasion that you need a BIG piece of me, and I can't be of service," she went on, emphasizing it by rolling her shoulders a bit.
"Like that'll ever happen," Tracy said as she got out of bed. "Wanna see how much progress I've made, my wonderful Miss K?"
"Sure, babe. Come show me whatcha got?"
Tracy sashayed over to Miss K, exaggerating the roll in her hips before lifting up the dildo to Miss K's eyes and pointing to a spot where the saliva coating ended 3/4ths of the way down from the tip. "See, I've made it that far?"
"Impressive," Miss K said with a nod, a few strands of her curly blonde hair falling over her face. "An inch of progress with only a day's practice."
"Hey, what can I say?" Tracy said as she sat across from Miss K. "I'm a hard worker you know." As she took a sip from her coffee, Miss K slipped off her sneaker and ran her bare foot up and down Tracy's leg, stopping just short of her pussy and making Tracy spit out some coffee in surprise.
"Hey! Don't you ever calm down?"
Miss K looked at Tracy with a cocky smile, nodding her head a bit, and said, "No."
"Are you that insatiable?" Tracy said as she tried to wipe up the coffee with the few napkins she had. "Men!"
"Uh, Tracy, take a good look," Miss K said before unzipping her jacket, showing off her huge breasts. "Do I look like a man?"
"No, but you're acting like one!" Tracy said, snickering between sips of coffee. "Plus, you DEFINITELY a man between those legs of yours!" she said before sliding down in her seat and sticking her small, soft foot up in Miss K's crotch, rubbing the big dick wit her sole and toes through the nylon pants and getting it to stir. "It feels like someone's being a bad girl today, wearing no panties out, huh?" Tracy said with a pout.
"Yeah, yeah. I was just running to get some food at a couple of drive-thrus."
"I bet you got hard there, huh?" Tracy said as she kept rubbing Miss K with her foot.
"A little bit," Miss K said before yanking Tracy's foot away from her dick. "Though you're doing a good job of hoisting my sail yourself."
"So what are the plans for the day, my fair transgendered horn dog."
"Thanks for being PC," Miss K said with a chuckle. "Anyway, while you were sleeping, I was up looking for a couple things not too far from here: a gym and a hair salon."
"Really? Why?"
"Well, I'm a workout junkie. I haven't lifted in a couple days, and it's getting me stir crazy."
"I'll say! Look at your crotch!"
"That's enough from you, young lady!" Miss K said, chuckling between bites of her French toast sticks. "Anyway, then I wanna get this hair style changed. After all, since we're now in the heartland, maybe I'll go for something more all-American and less ghetto fab."
"I feel that. But how…" Tracy said before realizing how much money her friend had. "OH! I see."
"Yep. Flash some cash in front of some people, and doors seem to magically open."
"True. Maybe I'll get the same style you'll go for. But what are you gonna wear to the gym, with your hookeresque clothes?"
"Watch," Miss K said. She walked over to her briefcase and pulled out a t-shirt. She pulled her jacket off, looking at Tracy and showing off her big store-bought boobies by bouncing them a bit, then pulled the t-shirt over her head. When Tracy saw what the snugly fitting shirt read, she fell back in her chair laughing.
"Trojan Magnum condoms?! With your big ass titties?"
"Yeah, but with what I'm packing, I should have gotten this shirt in an endorsement deal!"
The two got a good chuckle out of that, then went back to their food, knowing they had a long day ahead of them.
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"Damn, this is far! How come you didn't tell me where this place was at?"
"Because this is a road trip, silly Tracy. Besides, you think it's easy to find a place that allows guests to pop in on short notice?"
"True," Tracy said as the black SUV turned into the parking lot and Miss K hunted for a parking space. The fitness club was fairly packed, replete with the BMWs and Lexuses that symbolized that they were in definitely in a tony suburb. After Miss K killed the ignition, along with the Li'l Bow Wow CD pumping through the stereo, Miss K and Tracy climbed out the SUV and grabbed their gym bags. The two walked into the 2 story stucco building and looked for the front desk so they could get their guest passes, noting the lack of melanin among the club's patrons.
"Yo!" Tracy said before tugging on Miss K's arm and whispering, "There exactly ain't a lot of Black people around here!"
"Relax. We're here to work out, not move in," Miss K replied before almost running into the front desk.
"Well, you're right K."
After stating her name and giving the staff a few bucks, Miss K got the passes, some towels and directions to the locker room. The two walked into the locker room, searched for and took lockers right next to each other. Miss K split up when Tracy needed to change and walked over to the main weight room, which was suitably spacious and appointed with the necessary free weights and machines. Steeling herself and arming herself with an icy stare, she walked through the crowd of testosterone-addled men and went through her routine for free weights. As she looked at the mirrors surrounding the free weights, she could feel the sets of eyes bore through her clothes as they began to soak up sweat. Though she wish she were back in her old apartment, working out in the nude, the fact that she couldn't do that, nor avoid the stares of the men around her got her through the workout with a force she never knew she had.
Eventually, she got over to the nautilus machine and started doing some work on the bench press machine. While she was straining to get that weight up and down, she got a good look and the balcony that encircles the main weight room. As the runners circled past doing their laps, rows of treadmills, stationary bikes and stair masters peered over the main floor. Miss K looked up when she saw Tracy waving at her from the front row of treadmills. Miss K set her weight her weight, sat up on the bench and waved back. When Tracy gestured for her to come up, Miss K looked up in bewilderment.
"Just come on!" Tracy screamed, motioning for Miss K to come on up.
Miss K got up from the weight machine, then made her way to the staircase for the balcony. After a little bit of searching, she found Tracy, glowing from her effort on the stair master.
"Hey there, Kayla! I saw you working out down there. How did you manage to keep the guys from harassing you, working with those weights down there."
"Well," Miss K said with a tone of false intellect. "I gave them what is colloquially called an 'icy stare', and protestations of homophobia were heard when I passed by."
"You mean…"
"Yep! Anyway, why did you call me up here?"
"Well, I have someone up here you might wanna play with. Meanwhile, I'm going to hit the showers and have some fun, if it's OK with YOU!" Tracy then shot a gaze to a girl with cropped blonde hair several machines down, partially swallowed by her t-shirt, flashing a bright smile
"Yeah, yeah, Tracy. Have your fun."
"Thank you, mommy!"
"Later."
As Tracy walked away, Miss K took her position on the now-empty stairmaster in front of her, programmed in the settings she wanted and started working out. She went on working out on the machine, almost forgetting that she was here in part to meet someone when that someone made their presence known.
"Hi! So you're that tall friend Tracy was talking about?"
"Hi. Uh, What's your name?"
Miss K looked over to check out the body of her neighbor, and found something pretty decent. While her face gave away that she was old enough to be a soccer mom, her body belong on her daughter, or at least her older sister. The thong workout leotard fit perfectly to a nicely sized and shaped pair of breasts, a firm tummy and a spandex-covered ass that was no stranger to some hard intense workouts. Her make-up free face was 'glowing' with sweat and her dirty blonde hair was plastered down with sweat and held up with a scrunchie.
"Carol. And yours?"
"Kayla. What brings you here?"
"Well, I'm just doing my usual, working out here after I drop the kids off at school. And you?"
"I'm just passing through town, actually. I missed my workout fix, and I decided to swing by."
"Really? Those guess passes aren't cheap."
"I know."
"Listen, did you get a chance to really check out the club?"
"Not really, Carol. Why do you ask?"
"You just HAVE to check out the saunas. They're so relaxing. That steam does feel nice after a workout.
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