Finished in Her Mouth

The cramped gym fitting room smelled like fresh sweat, rubber mats, and her expensive perfume. I'm Max, the trainer, and I was standing way too close to my client Olga, helping her adjust the straps on a new sports top. Her heavy tits barely fit in the fabric, her nipples already poking through the thin material.

"Max, you always look at your clients that way?" she whispered, not breaking eye contact. Her fingers accidentally brushed my wrist, and that touch hit me like a jolt of electricity straight to my dick.

I didn't answer. Just ran my palm along her waist, pretending to check the fit of her shorts. Skin hot, smooth. Olga bit her lip, her gaze darkening.

"Don't stop..." she breathed. "I'm already wet just from you looking at me."

My fingers slipped under the waistband of her shorts on their own. Her pussy was clean-shaven, hot, and already dripping. Olga let out a soft moan, pressing her ass back against me. In the mirror, I watched her eyes roll back.

"Fuck, Olga, you serious? Right here?" I asked hoarsely, but I was already unbuckling my sweats. My thick cock sprang free, pressing against her thigh.

"Come on, trainer... I want you right now. Suck my tits," she said, pulling off her top herself, and her heavy breasts spilled into my hands. I greedily took one hard nipple into my mouth while shoving two fingers into her slick slit. She jerked, grabbing my hair.

"Deeper, Max... fuck, that feels so good..." Olga moaned, grinding her hips against me. Her juices ran down my hand.

I spun her around to face the mirror, yanked her shorts down to her knees. Her tight ass was right there in front of me. I dragged the head of my cock through her wet pussy lips and slammed in all the way to the hilt. Olga gasped loudly, bracing her hands against the wall.

"Fuck me harder... I'm your little slut today," she growled, staring at me through the reflection. Every thrust made her tits bounce. I grabbed her hair and pounded her hard, listening to her wet pussy squelch with each stroke.

Then I sat down on the small bench in the corner of the fitting room. Olga dropped to her knees between my legs immediately. Her lips wrapped around the head, her tongue circling the frenulum.

"Suck it louder... yeah, just like that," I said, guiding her head as I watched my thick cock disappear into her hot mouth. She wasn't just sucking—she was fucking me with her throat, taking me almost to the balls, drooling down the shaft. Her eyes were watering, but she didn't stop.

"I want to cum in your mouth, Olga... You ready?" I asked, breathing hard.

She pulled off, licked her lips, and gave me a cocky smile:

"Cum, trainer. I'll swallow every last drop. Come on, fill my mouth with your cum."

I shoved my cock back in and started throat-fucking her with short, sharp thrusts. Olga choked but kept me deep. I felt my balls tighten, the pressure building into a knot.

"Now... fuck... swallow!" I grunted.

The first powerful blast hit the back of her throat. Olga didn't pull away—she just tightened her lips around me. I came for a long time, thick hot ropes flooding her mouth to the brim. She coughed, but she swallowed, some cum leaking from the corner of her lips and dripping down onto her bare tits.

When I pulled out, she licked me clean, staring into my eyes.

"You taste good, Max..." she purred hoarsely, running a finger along her lips and licking off the last of my cum. "Next time you're finishing in my mouth too. Promise?"

I just nodded, still catching my breath. The fitting room now smelled not just of sweat and perfume, but of fresh cum and her arousal. We both knew—this was only the beginning.