Coffee and Cream After the Workout

The gym was nearly empty, the air thick with sweat, metal, and her perfume. I'm Max, the barista who usually just pours her a latte after her evening workouts. But tonight, the way she looked at me had me hard instantly. Anna—tall, with a tight ass wrapped in those leggings and a top that barely contained her tits—stepped closer and ran a finger down my sweat-soaked tank top.

"Truth or dare, Max?" she whispered, her voice husky as she pressed her hip against mine. "Or are you scared I'll make you do something... really dirty?"

Her eyes were blazing. I swallowed hard, feeling her palm slide lower, over my stomach.

"Not scared," I said, grabbing her waist. "Truth."

Anna smirked, biting her lip.

"Tell me honestly... have you ever pictured me fucking you with my strap-on? You on all fours in the locker room, begging me to go deeper?"

My face flushed, but my cock twitched in my shorts. The gym was almost deserted, just a couple of lights glowing over the machines, darkness settling outside the windows.

"Yeah... I have," I breathed out. "Every time you drink my coffee."

"Then it's a dare," she said, shoving me against the wall. "Strip. Right now. I'm gonna make you my little bitch."

Her voice was bold, hungry. I pulled off my tank, my shorts. My cock stood at full attention, the head already glistening. Anna stepped up, slowly peeling down her leggings and panties. Her pussy was smooth-shaven, already dripping. From her bag, she pulled out a black strap-on with harness straps and a small bottle of lube.

"On your knees, Max. Show me how you suck."

I dropped down. She buckled the harness, the thick silicone cock swaying in front of my face. The scent of her arousal mixed with the smell of latex.

"Open that mouth, baby," she whispered, grabbing a fistful of my hair. "Deeper... yeah, just like that... good girl."

I took it in my mouth, working to relax my throat. Anna started slow-fucking my face, thrusting her hips forward. Saliva ran down my chin, and my own cock pulsed in my hand.

"Mmm, look how pretty you suck it... I'm gonna make you a real whore tonight."

She pulled the strap-on out, slick with spit, and spun me around to face the bench press.

"Bend over. Ass up."

I obeyed, getting on all fours and spreading my legs. Cold lube trickled between my cheeks. Anna ran her fingers over my hole, then pushed one in, then two. I groaned.

"Oh... fuck, Anna..."

"Quiet, my girl. I'm about to fuck you for real."

She pressed the head of the strap-on to my ass and pushed in slowly but firmly. I felt myself stretching, a hot wave shooting up my spine. She gripped my hips and started fucking me—slow at first, then faster, harder. Her thighs slapped against my ass.

"Go on, moan louder!" she growled. "Tell me how much you love getting fucked in the ass like a slut."

"I love it... harder, Anna... fuck me deeper," I rasped, stroking my cock in time with her thrusts.

She leaned over, bit my shoulder, and sped up. Her breath was hot against my ear.

"Cum when I tell you. I want to watch you spray while I'm pounding that ass."

My balls were already drawing up. She reached around and squeezed my cock hard at the base, still drilling into my prostate. I was shaking all over, sweat dripping down my back.

"Now... cum, my little slut!"

I roared and shot thick, heavy ropes of cum all over the bench. Anna didn't stop until the last drops leaked out of me. Then she pulled out slowly, leaving me empty and trembling.

She unbuckled the strap-on, turned me around, and kissed me deep and hard.

"Next time, you bring me my coffee... and you wear panties under your uniform, got it?" she whispered, tracing a finger over my lips.

I nodded, still gasping for air.

"Yes... mistress."