Mountain Slit Tease

The sharp scent of pine and woodsmoke hit me the second I stepped into the chalet, but it was nothing compared to the heat already pooling between my thighs. Jake, my fitness trainer, stood by the stone fireplace in a tight black compression shirt that clung to every ridge of muscle. His eyes locked on mine instantly, dark and hungry, like he’d been waiting all week for this private session high up in the mountains.

“Sarah,” he said, voice low and rough, “you’re late. Thought you might’ve chickened out on our little getaway.”

I dropped my bag, pulse hammering. “And miss watching you sweat? Not a chance.”

The chalet was small and intimate, just one open room with a king bed tucked against the far wall and huge windows showing snow-dusted peaks. We were completely alone. No gym mirrors, no other clients. Just us.

Jake crossed the room in three strides, grabbing my hips and pulling me flush against him. His mouth crashed into mine before I could breathe. The kiss was greedy, tongues sliding hot and wet. I moaned into it, already aching.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” he growled against my lips, hands sliding under my hoodie to cup my breasts. “Strip. Now. I want to see that pretty pussy.”

My fingers shook with need as I yanked off my clothes. He did the same, revealing the thick, veined cock I’d fantasized about during every plank and squat. Naked, we tumbled onto the soft rug in front of the fire. Jake spread my legs wide, eyes fixed between them.

“Look at you,” he whispered, voice reverent. “That tight little pussy slit already glistening for me. So pink and wet… been thinking about spreading it open all month.”

He didn’t tease. Two thick fingers dragged up my slit, parting the smooth lips with a slick sound that made me gasp. “Jake… oh god.”

“Shh, let me play with it.” His thumb circled my clit while those fingers stroked the length of my slit again and again, slow then fast, spreading my juices until they coated his hand. I bucked, whispering his name like a prayer.

He flipped me onto all fours, the fire warming my side. From behind he pressed his cock against my slit, rubbing the fat head up and down, nudging my entrance but not pushing in yet. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“I need your cock stretching my pussy,” I panted, pushing back. “Please, Jake, fuck my slit deep.”

With a grunt he drove in, burying every inch in one thrust. The sudden fullness made me cry out. He set a brutal pace, hips slapping my ass, balls smacking my clit with every stroke. Each thrust made wet, obscene sounds as my pussy gripped him.

“Feel that?” he hissed, leaning over me, breath hot on my neck. “Your tight slit swallowing my dick. So fucking creamy.”

I pushed back to meet him, moaning louder. He reached around and spread my pussy lips with his fingers while still pounding, exposing my clit to the cool air. The dual sensation—his thick cock splitting me open and his rough fingertips playing with my spread slit—sent me spiraling.

“Don’t stop… I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered.

He growled and sped up, the wet slap of skin echoing off the wooden walls. My orgasm hit hard, pussy clenching and fluttering around him, juices dripping down my thighs. He didn’t slow, just flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders and drove in even deeper.

“Look down,” he ordered, voice strained. “Watch how your pretty slit takes every inch.”

I did, eyes locked on where we joined. His glistening cock plunged between my puffy lips, stretching my slit wide with each thrust. The sight alone pushed me into a second, shaking climax. My cries filled the chalet.

Jake’s rhythm turned ragged. “Gonna fill this perfect pussy… fuck!”

He slammed home one last time, cock pulsing as hot cum flooded my slit. I felt every spurt, warmth spilling out around his shaft and running down to my ass. We stayed locked together, panting, sweat-slick and trembling.

He finally pulled out slowly, eyes dark with satisfaction as he watched his cum leak from my used slit. A wicked smile curved his lips.

“Session’s not over, Sarah,” he murmured, voice promising filthy things. “We’ve got all night to train this greedy little pussy some more…”