Ava woke up the next morning already soaked between her thighs. Ryan's cock had done nothing for her last night. He'd pumped away for a few minutes, groaned, spilled his weak little load inside her, and rolled over snoring. She hadn't cum. Not once. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve screaming for something real, something thick, something that would ruin her.
She didn't feel guilty anymore. She didn't feel love. She didn't feel anything except raw, animal need.
When Ryan kissed her goodbye at the door, she smiled the same sweet smile she always did. "Have a great day at work, baby," she purred, pressing her body against him one last time. "I'll be at the gym later. Don't wait up if I'm late."
"Love you," he said, completely clueless.
"Love you too," she answered.
She waited on purpose. She took her time showering, shaving her pussy until it was smooth and bare, oiling her skin until it glowed. She chose the sluttiest outfit she owned: a white micro sports bra that barely covered her nipples and left the heavy undersides of her tits completely exposed, and black booty shorts so short her ass cheeks hung out the bottom. No panties. Nothing. She checked the clock. 4:15 p.m. The gym would be almost empty by now.
Perfect.
She drove slowly, heart hammering with pure lust instead of nerves. When she walked into FitZone, the front desk girl was already leaving. Only a couple of people lingered on the machines. Vicky was wiping down equipment near the stretching mats, his loose black gym shorts hanging low on his hips. The second he saw her, his eyes widened and his cock twitched visibly under the thin fabric.
"Ava," he said, voice already rough. "You're… late."
She walked straight up to him, hips swaying. "I wanted it quiet today."
He looked her up and down like he wanted to devour her on the spot. "Then let's get you stretched."
They started on the mats. Ava lay on her back first, legs spread wide in a butterfly stretch. Vicky knelt between her thighs, hands pressing her knees down, but his eyes were locked on the way her shorts rode up, the wet spot already forming at her crotch. He pushed her legs further apart, thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
Then he stood up for the next stretch.
Ava stayed lying down, one leg pulled up toward her chest. Vicky positioned himself right in front of her face, holding her ankle high. His loose shorts hung right above her. And there it was — his thick, heavy cock dangling free inside the shorts, no underwear. It swung heavily with every small movement, long even when soft, the fat head clearly outlined. Veins. Weight. Power.
Ava's pussy clenched so hard she almost moaned out loud. Her mouth watered. That's what I need, her body screamed. That's what Ryan could never give me.
She stared openly, lips parted, breathing fast. Vicky noticed. He smirked and flexed his hips once, making his cock sway heavier right above her face.
"You like what you see?" he asked quietly.
Ava didn't even pretend. "I want it."
The gym emptied out over the next twenty minutes. One by one the last members left. The lights in the back stayed on, but the main floor went quiet. Vicky locked the front door from the inside and flipped the sign to "Staff Only."
They were completely alone.
The second the lock clicked, Ava sat up, grabbed the waistband of his shorts, and yanked them down. His cock sprang free — eight and a half thick inches, rock-hard, veins pulsing, head already leaking pre-cum. She moaned like a whore and took him into her mouth instantly, sucking greedily, tongue swirling around the fat head.
"Fuck yes," Vicky groaned, hands fisting her ponytail. He pushed deeper, fucking her throat in short, rough strokes. "That's it, married slut. Suck it like you've been dreaming about."
Ava gagged happily, drool running down her chin, mascara smearing. She bobbed faster, taking him deeper until her nose pressed against his abs. Her free hand shoved her own shorts aside and rubbed her dripping clit.
Vicky pulled out suddenly, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. "Stand up. Bend over."
She obeyed instantly, bracing her hands on the stretching bench, ass up, shorts pulled to the side. Vicky ripped her micro bra up over her tits, letting them hang and swing. He slapped her ass hard twice, then lined up his massive cock and slammed in.
Ava screamed in pure pleasure. "Oh my fucking GOD!"
He was huge. So much thicker and longer than Ryan. He stretched her walls perfectly, bottoming out against her cervix in one brutal thrust. No slow buildup — he fucked her like an animal, hips slapping loudly against her ass, balls smacking her clit.
"You're so fucking tight," he growled, pounding deeper. "Your husband's tiny dick never stretched you like this, did it?"
"Nooo," Ava moaned, pushing back to meet every thrust. "He's nothing compared to you. Fuck me harder!"
He grabbed her ponytail like reins and railed her mercilessly. The wet, filthy sounds of her soaked pussy filled the empty gym. Her heavy tits swung wildly. She came hard in under a minute — the first real orgasm she'd had in weeks — walls clamping around his cock, squirting down her thighs.
Vicky didn't slow down. He flipped her onto her back on the bench, threw her legs over his shoulders, and drove in even deeper. The new angle made her see stars. He pinched and slapped her bouncing tits while he fucked her, calling her every dirty name she used to love.
"Say it," he demanded. "Say you're my gym slut now."
"I'm your gym slut," she gasped, eyes rolling back. "I don't care about my husband anymore. Just use me. Fill me!"
He fucked her through two more shattering orgasms, her pussy creaming all over his thick shaft. Then he pulled out, flipped her again, and bent her over the bench one last time.
"Gonna cum inside this married pussy," he snarled.
"Yes! Breed me!" Ava begged, completely broken.
Vicky roared and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted deep inside her — spurt after spurt, more than Ryan had ever given. It overflowed instantly, running down her thighs in creamy white rivers.
He stayed buried deep, panting, cock twitching as the last drops pumped into her womb.
Ava collapsed onto the bench, trembling, smiling like a well-fucked whore. Cum leaked steadily from her ruined pussy onto the mat.
She had never felt more satisfied in her life.
To be continued…
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