Mia wiped the sweat from her forehead and racked the barbell. Her quads burned from the heavy squats, her ass cheeks felt tight and pumped, and her sports bra was soaked through so her nipples poked out like they wanted attention. She glanced around the near-empty gym at 11 p.m. and spotted Jake, the trainer who always spotted her on leg days. He was built like a tank, arms veined and thick, shorts doing nothing to hide the bulge that grew whenever she bent over.
She walked straight up to him. “You staying late again?” she asked, voice low.
“Only if you need help cooling down,” he said, eyes dropping to her glistening cleavage.
Mia didn’t waste time. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the locker room. The place was empty, lights dimmed. She shoved him into the last row of lockers, dropped to her knees on the cold tile, and yanked his shorts down. His cock sprang out, already half-hard and thick. She wrapped her fingers around the base and licked the head in one slow, wet stroke.
“Fuck, Mia,” he growled.
She took him deep, sucking hard, letting spit run down his shaft while she pumped with her fist. Her free hand slid into her own shorts, fingers rubbing her swollen clit. She moaned around his cock, the vibration making his hips jerk. Jake grabbed her ponytail and fucked her mouth in short thrusts, pushing until her nose brushed his abs and her throat squeezed him.
She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening dick. “Get these off me,” she ordered, standing and shoving her shorts and thong down. Her pussy was shaved smooth and dripping, lips puffy from the workout and the heat.
Jake spun her around and bent her over the wooden bench. He kicked her feet apart, lined up, and drove his cock straight into her cunt in one hard thrust. Mia gasped, fingers gripping the bench as he bottomed out. He didn’t ease in; he fucked her like he meant it, hips slapping against her ass with loud, wet smacks. Every stroke stretched her open, his balls swinging forward to tap her clit.
“Harder,” she hissed. “Fuck that gym pussy.”
He grabbed her hips and pounded, the bench scraping across the floor. Her tits bounced free when he yanked her sports bra up, nipples dragging against the wood. Sweat dripped off both of them, mixing on her lower back. Jake reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles while he drilled her, making her walls clench and flutter.
Mia came first, legs shaking, a sharp cry echoing off the lockers. Her pussy squeezed him in rhythmic pulses, cream coating his shaft. Jake didn’t stop.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the bench, and shoved back inside. Her legs went over his shoulders and he leaned in, folding her nearly in half as he fucked her deep and fast.
“Gonna fill this cunt,” he grunted.
“Do it,” she panted. “Shoot it in me.”
He slammed in to the hilt and came, cock throbbing as thick ropes of cum flooded her. Some leaked out around his shaft, running down her ass crack onto the bench. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his load deeper until she was a sloppy, dripping mess.
They stayed locked together for a minute, breathing hard. Then Mia sat up, cum still oozing from her, and licked his softening cock clean, tasting herself and his salt. Jake pulled her up, kissed her rough, and muttered, “Same time tomorrow?”
She smirked, pulled her shorts back on over the mess, and walked out with his cum leaking down her thigh. Leg day had never felt so good.
