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Category: Erotic Stories

Author: aim4herT!ts

The gym was buzzing, the clang of iron and pounding music a low roar beneath the steady rhythm of bodies pushing limits. Sweat slicked skin glistened under harsh lights, but nothing caught Aaron's eye quite like her---Stephanie---striding through in that electric blue sports bra. The fabric hugged her tits tight, sharp and fierce against her skin, every step a pulse that set fire to his blood.

He tightened his grip on the weights, trying to focus. But the sight of her was a live wire. The sway of her chest, the strength in her shoulders... His cock stirred, aching under the tight fabric of his shorts.

Then, without warning, it happened.

A sharp, uncontainable pop as his cock broke free, stiff and rigid, jutting out like a proud, unyielding spear. The gym froze for a heartbeat. Eyes flicked from his rock-hard cock to Stephanie.

Aaron felt the heat of every gaze---hungry, stunned, thrilled.

Stephanie's lips curled, pride flashing in her eyes. She stepped closer, hands brushing his arm with deliberate fire.

"Damn, you're carrying a weapon today," she said, low voice dripping with mischief.

Her hands slid beneath her top, fingers curling on the soft skin of her ribs. The blue sports bra slipped off like a second skin, revealing bare tits---swollen, hardening in the charged air. The crowd's reaction was a low rumble of breath and whispers, some stunned, others hungry.

Without hesitation, she peeled her shorts down and then dropped Aaron's as well. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock.

"If you're gonna come hard, might as well show it off," she said, her grin wild, untamed.

Her body moved against his, raw and commanding, like she owned every square inch of the room and wanted the world to know.

Around them, the gym's pulse shifted as she mounted him, her bare tits pressing against his chest, the heat of her soaked cunt searing through his skin.

Stephanie was a fucking blaze, bare tits rising and falling with every breath, eyes locked on Aaron's like she wanted his cock to stay inside her cunt forever.

The crowd was lost between shock and lust, but she didn't give a damn what they thought. Her hands gripped his hips, pulling him into her cunt with a slow, demanding slide that made his cock throb deep inside her.

Her cunt clenched around him, hot and tight, and a low murmur rippled through the crowd. People were caught between wanting to join and not wanting to miss a second of watching them fucking right in the open.

The gym went wild. A few balls dropped. People started peeling off their clothes, raw hunger sparking in their eyes. Breaths tangled, moans rising, the crowd's shocked delight turning into primal cries.

Stephanie's fingers curled in Aaron's hair, pulling his head close so he could taste the salty heat of her mouth before she crushed her tits against his chest, grinding down hard on his cock.

He grabbed her ass, hips snapping forward as she fucked him back, his cock pounding deep in that tight cunt, every thrust a promise, every breath a damn prayer to the wildness between you.

The crowd's moans rose around them, the gym no longer a workout place but a temple of lust and raw fucking, the kind of scene that lives in nightmares and secret dreams alike.

Stephanie moved like she was born to this, hips grinding, cunt swallowing Aaron's cock whole, eyes daring the world to blink.

"This is mine," she growled, nails dragging down his back. "Every inch of this fucking cock is mine."

The crowd gasped in awe. And then came the voices.

"Fuck! look at the size of it..."

"She's taking it all! Fucking hell! look at her pussy go!"

"That's not a dick, it's a damn sledgehammer!"

Soon enough, they were more distracted by their own passions though. A woman near the dumbbells was on her knees, sucking her man's cock like she was possessed. Another bent over a weight bench, spreading herself wide with a look that said yes to anyone in the room.

Stephanie's lips twisted into a feral grin as she rode Aaron harder, her things trembling but strong, driving his cock deep with the rhythm of someone who wanted to make him, claim him, in front of the world.

"You all wanted a show?" she shouted, voice cracking with triumph. "Well here it is. Watch my cunt swallow this fucking monster cock!"

Moans rippled through the gym like aftershocks. A dude from the cardio section was now balls-deep in his girlfriend near the squat rack. Another woman stood astride a bench, fingers working between her legs, her eyes locked on Stephanie and Aaron with holy hunger.

"Fuck, I wish I could take a cock like that..."

"That pussy's blessed. You see the way it stretches around him?"

Stephanie leaned forward, forehead to Aaron's, sweat beading where their skin met.

"They can fuck all they want," she whispered, voice like gravel and honey. "But they'll never know what it's like to have a cock like this inside. That's mine."

She raised her voice again. "And you filthy fuckers better fuck harder, 'cause he's not cumming till this whole gym is shaking!"

The gym had become a furnace of lust, a riot of skin, sweat, and fucking. The air was thick with moans and the slap of bodies. Every bench, every mat, every bit of open floor was taken. But no one looked away from the center, where Stephanie and Aaron kept fucking.

She rode his cock like it was her mission in life. Her hair clung to her face in wet strands, and her tits bounced with each savage thrust. Her thighs were trembling now, her breaths sharp and feral, hips grinding with raw, fuck-crazed need.

"You feel that?" she hissed into his ear, voice ragged and shaking. "That's your cock owning my cunt!"

He dug his fingers into her ass, thrusting up into her like gravity had nothing on him.

"This is what you came for," she called out, throwing her head back. "Every one of you watching---this is what a real fuck looks like!"

The crowd answered in kind.

"Hell fucking yes! she's riding him like a beast!"

"That dick's wrecking her and she loves it!"

"She's gonna break! Look at her legs, she's right there."

Stephanie's breath hitched, a wild sound between a gasp and a growl. Her hands dug into Aaron's chest, her cunt tightening hard around his cock, trembling on the edge.

Then it hit.

She let out a raw cry as her body seized, her cunt clamping down in waves. And then, just like thunder breaking through a summer sky, she squirted, hard. Her cum shot high into the air, raining down on the crowd, soaking those closest.

The gym lost it.

"She fucking squirted!"

"That's it! Holy fuck! that's it!"

People moaned like a wave crashing through the room. One couple collapsed together near the leg press. A man near the mirrors came with a shudder as his partner shrieked into his neck, her nails raking his back.

And Stephanie, chest heaving, body still pulsing around Aaron's cock, looked down at him with a wild, wicked smile.

"You think I'm done?" she whispered. You're still hard, and I'm still hungry."

Her thighs were still twitching, cunt pulsing in aftershock, but she didn't slow down. She dug in, planted her feet, and slammed herself back down on Aaron's cock with a growl that silenced everything for a breath.

She reached out, grabbed his hands, and dragged them up to her tits, demanding his grip, needing that grounding so she could take more. She clenched around him, needing to be filled.

All around them, the gym was chaos.

A man was flat on his back near the weight rack, a woman straddling his face like it was a throne. Two women were locked mouth to mouth by the rowers, one fingering the other while watching Stephanie and Aaron fuck like it was a holy ritual.

"They're still going," someone moaned near the treadmills.

"She squirted and kept riding him! Fuck! she's an animal!"

"That pussy's built for that dick," another woman muttered, half in awe, half in lust, her fingers buried deep in herself as her boyfriend begged her to wait.

But no one was waiting. Not anymore.

Stephanie leaned down, touching her head to Aaron's, wild sweat running in rivers down her spine.

"You ready to cum yet, baby?" she growled through clenched teeth. "Right here, with everyone watching? I'm gonna fucking milk it out of you."

Her rhythm turned vicious, hips slamming down like a hammer, her cunt grinding, flexing, demanding.

Aaron was close, his whole body strung tight, held together by the raw need between them. And she knew. She could feel it. Her nails scraped his chest, her lips hovered at his ear.

"Don't hold back," she whispered. "I want that thick fucking load! I want them to see it dripping off of me!"

Another voice from the crowd:

"God, she's gonna make him explode!"

"That thing's gonna blow like a firehose!"

"Do it, man! fuck her like she deserves!"

The noise, the bodies, the moans, the sweat---it was all building toward something massive. And Stephanie, riding Aaron's cock like she was taming a wild bronco, was the undisputed queen of the room.

She slowed, just for a second, just long enough to let his cock slide from her, lock eyes with him, and say, "Give it to me. Every drop. Paint me with it!"

She dropped to her knees like a goddess about to be anointed. Her tits rose and feel, flushed, shining with sweat, nipples hard and waiting. She grabbed his cock and stroked once. Twice.

That was all it took.

He let out a growl from somewhere deep, primal---the sound of a man at the end of the line---and his cock exploded. Thick jets of cum shot out in violent spurts, splashing across her chest, streaking her tits, running down between them in hot, sticky trails.

"Yes! Fuck! yes!" she hissed, aiming the last ropes across her chest, her proud, spent smile shining through the mess.

The crowd gave a collective moan, some even clapping, others panting, still fucking or finishing. But all watching.

"Look at that," someone whispered. "That's how you finish a fuck!"

"She's wearing his cum like royal robes."

Stephanie stood, slow and stead, cum glistening on her tits and belly, her eyes locked on Aaron's. She didn't wipe a thing off. Didn't bother with a towel.

She took his hand.

"Let 'em stare," she said, her voice low and wicked. "They just saw what real looks like."

And they walked out together, bare-ass naked, sweat-slicked and streaked with cum, Aaron's cock still twitching, Stephanie's cunt still dripping, their pride louder than the whispers behind them.

The gym doors swung shut behind them, but the heat they left in that room? That wasn't fading anytime soon.