Seaside Sweat

The moment I stepped into the private fitness suite overlooking the turquoise waves, my pulse kicked up. Marcus stood by the window in a tight black tank that clung to his broad chest and sculpted arms, dark skin gleaming under the morning light. As his new client for the week at this seaside hotel, I’d booked the sessions to get toned, but the second his deep brown eyes locked on mine and a slow smile spread across his full lips, I knew exactly what kind of workout I really craved.

“Morning, Elena,” he said, voice low and smooth like warm honey. “You ready to get that body moving? Those hips don’t lie in those tiny shorts.”

I felt heat bloom between my thighs already. “I’m ready for whatever you’ve got, Marcus. Just don’t go easy on me.”

He chuckled, stepping closer, the faint scent of his citrus body wash mixing with the salty sea breeze drifting through the open balcony doors. We started with stretches, but his hands lingered on my waist, guiding my form. Every brush of his strong fingers sent sparks racing over my skin. By the third set of squats, sweat trickled down my back, and I caught him staring at the way my ass filled out my yoga shorts.

“Fuck, you’re flexible,” he murmured, voice dropping. “Bend a little more for me… yeah, like that.”

I straightened up, breathing hard, and turned to face him. The tension snapped. “Marcus… I didn’t come here just for fitness tips.” My hand grazed his abs through the thin fabric. “I want to feel what those big hands can really do.”

His eyes darkened with raw hunger. “You sure about that, baby? Once I start, I ain’t stopping till you’re dripping.”

“Yes,” I whispered, already aching.

He didn’t waste time. Marcus pulled me against him, his mouth claiming mine in a deep, hungry kiss that tasted of salt and desire. His tongue slid against mine as one big hand cupped my ass, squeezing hard enough to make me moan into his mouth. I could feel the thick outline of his cock pressing against my belly through his shorts, huge and hard already.

“God, you’re big,” I gasped when we broke for air.

He grinned, yanking my sports bra up so my tits spilled free. “Wait till you see it.” With one swift move he dropped his shorts, and his massive black cock sprang out, thick veins pulsing along the heavy shaft, the dark head already glistening with precum. It looked almost too big, but my pussy clenched with need.

Marcus spun me around, bending me over the workout bench facing the ocean view. He hooked his fingers in my shorts and panties, tugging them down in one yank. Cool air hit my wet folds as he spread my legs wider.

“Damn, look at that pretty pink pussy,” he growled, running a thick finger along my slit. “Already soaked for this black dick. You been thinking about it since you walked in, haven’t you?”

“Yes… please, Marcus. I need it inside me.”

He didn’t tease. The fat head of his cock nudged my entrance, stretching me open as he pushed in slow but relentless. I cried out at the burn, the incredible fullness. Inch after thick inch sank into my tight heat until his heavy balls rested against my clit.

“Shit, you’re gripping me so good,” he groaned, hands digging into my hips. He started thrusting, deep powerful strokes that made my tits swing and my moans echo off the suite walls. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the distant crash of waves.

“Harder,” I begged, pushing back to meet him. “Fuck me harder with that big cock.”

Marcus obliged, pounding faster, one hand reaching around to rub tight circles on my swollen clit. The pressure built fast. My first orgasm hit like a wave, pussy spasming around his thickness as I shook and gasped his name.

He pulled out suddenly, cock shiny with my juices. “Not done yet. On your back, legs up. I want to watch your face while I fill you.”

I scrambled onto the wide bench, spreading wide for him. Marcus climbed between my thighs, that massive dick sliding back into my creamy pussy in one smooth thrust. He fucked me with long, deliberate strokes now, grinding deep, his dark chest hovering over my bouncing tits. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my skin. Every time he bottomed out, his heavy balls smacked my ass.

“You love this black cock stretching you, don’t you?” he panted, eyes locked on where we joined.

“I do… fuck, I love it. Don’t stop.”

He leaned down, sucking one nipple hard while slamming into me. The angle hit my g-spot perfectly. I came again, harder this time, squirting a little around his pistoning shaft. My nails raked down his muscular back.

Marcus’s rhythm faltered. “Gonna cum, Elena… you want it inside this tight pussy?”

“Yes, fill me. Cum deep.”

With a deep groan he buried himself to the hilt. I felt his cock throb and pulse as hot jets of thick cum flooded me, so much it leaked out around his shaft and dripped down my ass. He kept grinding through it, milking every drop.

We stayed locked together, breathing ragged, the sea breeze cooling our sweaty bodies. He kissed me softly this time, smiling against my lips.

“Best training session I’ve ever given,” he murmured.

I laughed breathlessly, clenching around his softening cock. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Count on it, baby. We’ve still got six more days to work on that endurance.”