Blonde Muse After Hours
The gym smelled of sweat and rubber mats, lights buzzing low as closing time crept in. I’d been sketching her for an hour, but my cock had been hard since the moment she peeled off her hoodie. Lena was a fucking vision—long, golden-blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, tight sports bra barely containing those full tits, and yoga pants hugging every curve of her juicy ass. She was my model tonight, but the way her blue eyes kept flicking to the bulge in my sweatpants told me she wanted more than just charcoal on paper.
“You’re staring again, Jake,” Lena said, voice husky as she stretched her arms overhead, making her nipples poke against the thin fabric. She arched her back, pushing her chest out. “I thought artists were supposed to be professional.”
I set the sketchpad down on the weight bench, my pulse hammering. The gym was empty now, just the two of us and the faint hum of the AC. “Professionals don’t usually get this fucking turned on by their models. You’re killing me, Lena. That blonde hair, those legs… I’ve been dying to touch you since you walked in.”
She bit her lip, a sly smile spreading. Her cheeks flushed pink. “Then stop dying and do something about it. We’ve got twenty minutes before they lock the doors. Touch me, Jake. I’ve been wet since you told me to hold that pose with my ass out.”
I crossed the mat in two strides, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her against me. Our mouths crashed together—hot, messy, tongues sliding desperately. She tasted like cherry lip balm and salt. My hands roamed down, squeezing her firm ass through the tight pants, grinding my rock-hard cock against her belly.
“Fuck, you’re big,” she gasped between kisses, reaching down to stroke me through my pants. “I want this dick inside me. Right here.”
I yanked her sports bra up, freeing her perfect tits—round, perky, nipples stiff and pink. I latched onto one, sucking hard while my fingers dipped into her waistband. She moaned loud, the sound echoing off the mirrored walls. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already soaked; two fingers slid in easy, curling against her g-spot as she bucked against my hand.
“Oh shit, yes… finger my pussy harder,” Lena begged, blonde hair whipping as she threw her head back. Her hand freed my throbbing cock, stroking it fast, thumb smearing the precum leaking from the tip. “I need it. Fuck me, Jake. Use me like your dirty little model slut.”
I spun her around, bending her over the weight bench. Those yoga pants came down just enough to bare her glistening pussy and that tight, juicy ass. I rubbed my cockhead along her slit, teasing her clit until she was whimpering. Then I thrust in deep—one hard stroke burying me balls-deep in her tight, wet heat.
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight,” I growled, gripping her hips as I started pounding her. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the gym. Her blonde hair swung like a curtain with every thrust, tits bouncing beneath her. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles.
Lena cried out, pushing back to meet me. “Harder! Fuck my pussy like you mean it. I’m gonna cum already… don’t stop!”
Her walls clenched around my cock as she came, juices dripping down her thighs. I didn’t slow down. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the bench, and hooked her legs over my shoulders. Sliding back in, I fucked her deeper this way, watching her face twist in pleasure, those blue eyes rolling back.
“Fill me up,” she panted, nails digging into my arms. “I want your cum dripping out of me when we leave. Cum in my pussy, Jake. Please!”
The bench creaked under us. I hammered faster, feeling my balls tighten. Her second orgasm hit like a wave—her pussy spasming, squirting a little against my abs. That pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her clenching cunt. We stayed locked together, panting, sweat-slick and trembling.
After a moment she laughed breathlessly, brushing damp blonde strands from her flushed face. “Best modeling session ever. Think the night guard heard us?”
I kissed her slow and deep, my cock still twitching inside her. “If he did, he got a hell of a show. Next time I’m sketching you naked… right after I fuck you in the shower.”
She squeezed her pussy around me with a wicked grin. “Promise?”