I didn’t usually go for muscle guys or even hot guys. I craved brains over brawn. BUT once in a while, I caught a glimpse of chiseled abs and muscular thighs that triggered that primal instinct… the feral urge to fuck.
Hugo was my personal trainer. On our first session Hugo took off his shirt, and his muscles billowed out like balloons. Then he flexed… and my pussy flexed.
Wow, I wouldn’t mind being spread underneath that brute. Then I found out he was married.
Oh well. I still thought about Hugo all week. His brutish muscles and his devotion to pumping iron. Girls always love an iron-hard pumping.
The second training session was more difficult. I was short and petite with bulging boobs. So I didn’t fit well on the exercise machines. Hugo pointer to the bench.
“Esther lay there and lift those barbells over your head. I tried. But every time the bar came down, it squished my tits and Hugo smirked.
As I lifted, I noticed Hugo’s tight gym shorts and realized he had another bulging muscle under his shorts. His muscle seemed to like me.
He caught me staring at it. “Wow sir, I bet you keep your wife really sore.”
Hugo grunted, told me to get on the treadmill and jog. He sped up the machine until I was jogging fast with my fat tits flopping around. “This sucks!”
“You need a sports bra to restrain those things.” Hugo wiped his forehead. “I wish my wife had plump boobs like yours.” He looked up. “Never mind. Now hit the showers Esther.”
The brute slapped my ass and left.
I spun around. WTF? He can’t just slap a woman’s ass like that. I should’ve been angry, but I wasn’t. It kinda felt good. I showered, secretly hoping he’d slap my ass again.
Maybe if I was naughty he’d give my naked butt a good spanking.
The next day I received a text. “Gym equipment broken. Moved our workout to 10pm. Stay Hard!”
Of course I was suspicious. A late-night session with a married man. Was this a ruse to be alone with me? Perhaps something more romantic…Hmm… Maybe I wasn’t the one who needed to Stay Hard…
The idea sent tingles through my naughty parts. For our session I wore a crop-top (no bra) with extra tight shorts. And like I did for all first dates, I shaved my pussy. Like they say, Bald is beautiful.
Putting my hair in a ponytail, I drove to the gym and walked in cautiously. The place was deserted except for Hugo. The brute had a 5 o’clock shadow, looking even more rugged…and virile as sin.
“Hey Esther. We’ll start with squats, jumping jacks and leg spreads. Is that okay?”
“Sure, fucking lovely.” I did the squats. Then the jumping jacks, which should be called jumping tits. Of course, Hugo loved watching my flopping boobs. And I knew his wife didn’t have floppers.
The brute hurried me to do the leg spreads, a girl’s most embarrassing exercise…
I lay on my back and spread my legs wide while lifting and rotating my hips. An exercise that looked like an invitation to fuck. On one lift I looked down, shocked to see my camel-toe on full display. Dammit.
The brute stood in front of me, watching my camel toe open and close… invitingly. And something inside him snapped.
Hugo was on top of me, squeezing my boobs as his lips smashing against mine. The guy was a savage kisser. Then I felt his hips grinding against mine, his lump humping my camel toe.
I tried to push him away. “Hugo don’t–you’re married….” I said the words but didn’t mean them. This was weird and sudden… But I wanted it. I wanted him.
Esther, I’m your trainer so I know what workout is best for you.” He grabbed my ponytail, pulling it up to his crotch. His gym shorts slid down, and his erection popped straight up.
I was flattered that he was so hard for me.
Esther, look what you did to me– you sex goddess.” I laughed. No way was I a sex goddess. But I gave in to his fantasy and opened my mouth.
Hugo moved his knob up, I licked it eagerly. I wanted to blow him–but first I wanted to suck his balls–I bet wifey never did that.
Getting on my knees in front of the brute, took each hairy orb in my mouth while watching his face– he was in ball-sucking bliss.
Hugo held my head, guiding his swollen cock into my mouth, feeding me his meat. I bobbed my mouth up and down, sucking cock while he thrust his hips, wanting me to take it deeper.
Guys always want it deeper.
So I sucked his prick to the back of my throat and looked up, seeing his pinched smile. My tongue swirled around his shaft. My nails tugged on his balls. After a few more head bobs, Hugo’s prick spurted, gifting me with a mouthful of warm cum.
Gagging down the first load, I kept his prick in my mouth and swirled my tongue over it, pulling out another spurt. I drank it down.
Now it was my turn. I took off my top and shorts and lay back on the mat, naked and spread, showing off my freshly shaved twat.
For the first time since I met him, Hugo actually laughed. He said he was ready to ‘pump iron.’ Yes, I was ready to be pumped…
Grabbing my thighs, he pulled my pussy onto his long shaft, like fitting on a glove. My legs spread wider as his bull thighs thrust his erection deep into my wet and wanton fuckhole.
“Yes. Fuck me you brute. Suck my tits.”
As he fucked my pussy, Hugo took my bouncing tits into his mouth. He slobbered them, chewed my nips, and tickled my areola with his tongue… So stimulating.
His cock pounded my petite pussy harder and faster. He lifted my short legs over my head. Sweat dripped from his body as if he were in the gym. Oh yes, the brute pumped me like he was pumping iron.
Every ounce of fuck-muscle slammed in and out of my hole. My burning pussy was on the edge of orgasm. My nails tore into his back.
“Pound me, Hugo, fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked your wife!” I braced my thighs as the brute reared back, punching to the bottom of my cunt.
“Ohh yes!” I wanted to be his cum receptacle, and wrapped my legs around his hips, trapping his cock in my hole. “Fill me with your seed!”
Hugo grunted as his final thrust shot out a thick load. His cock heaved and pulsed, firing into my cum tunnel. I screamed as a powerful orgasm jolted up my spine. “YESSSS! OH YESSSS!”
“Holy shit Hugo.” I panted. “I’ve never been screwed so hard.”
Hugo kissed me, pulled his still-hard cock out, and collapsed on my pillowy tits. “That was amazing Esther. Let’s go to a motel and spend the night together.”
“Sure honey.” I moved my hand down to my dripping pussy, caught a bit of sperm, and tasted it…. It tasted like Victory.