Luces del gimnasio y sus órdenes

"Hands where I can see them, Alex. And stop staring at my ass like it's your next shot."

Lena's voice cut through the empty gym like a whip, low and amused. She stood under the last buzzing fluorescents in a tiny black sports bra and matching shorts that hugged every curve of her toned body. I'd been hired to shoot her "strong woman" series before closing, but the moment she locked the door behind the last straggler, the air thickened with something far hotter than workout sweat. My camera felt heavy in my hands, my cock already twitching against my jeans.

She smirked, circling me slowly. The scent of her — warm skin, faint vanilla lotion, and pure feminine power — hit me hard. "You like what you see, photographer boy? Good. Because tonight the camera stays on the tripod. You're my prop."

Before I could answer, Lena stepped in close, her fingers gripping my shirt. She yanked me down for a fierce kiss, tongue demanding entrance, teeth nipping my lip. I groaned into her mouth as her free hand palmed my growing bulge.

"Get on your knees," she ordered, voice husky. I dropped without thinking, the rubber floor cool against my skin. Lena peeled her shorts down, revealing a shaved, glistening pussy already slick with arousal. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my face between her thighs.

"Lick it. Slow. Show me how bad you want to please your model."

My tongue slid along her wet folds, tasting her tangy sweetness. She shivered, thighs clamping my ears. "That's it... deeper. Fuck, your mouth feels good." Her hips rocked against me while she reached down and unzipped my jeans, freeing my throbbing cock. She stroked it firmly, thumb swirling over the leaking tip.

"Look at this big cock, already dripping for me. Pathetic." Her laugh was light, teasing, but her grip tightened possessively. She pushed me onto my back, straddling my chest so her juicy ass hovered inches from my face. "You don't get to fuck me until I say. Tonight you're my toy."

Lena slid backward, lowering her soaked pussy onto my cock in one smooth motion. We both gasped — her tight heat swallowing every inch. She planted her hands on my chest and started riding me hard, muscles flexing with each bounce. The wet slap of skin echoed through the silent gym.

"God, you're stretching me so good," she moaned, eyes locked on mine. "But remember, I control the pace." She slowed deliberately, grinding her clit against my pelvis in lazy circles that made me whimper. My hands flew to her firm ass, squeezing, but she slapped them away.

"No touching unless I allow it." Her voice was breathy yet commanding. She leaned forward, tits spilling from her bra, nipples hard. I craned up to suck one into my mouth while she picked up speed again, fucking herself on my dick with athletic precision.

Sweat slicked our bodies, her scent surrounding me. Every time I got close she slowed, edging me mercilessly, laughing softly at my desperate groans. "Beg for it, Alex. Tell your dominant model how much you need to cum inside her."

"Please, Lena... fuck, I need it. Let me fill that pretty pussy."

She grinned, triumphant, and slammed down harder. Her walls fluttered around me as her own orgasm hit — she cried out, back arching, nails digging into my shoulders. The sight and feel of her cumming pushed me over. I thrust up once, twice, then exploded deep inside her, hot spurts of cum pulsing with every shiver.

We stayed locked together, breathing ragged. Lena finally collapsed onto me, her damp hair tickling my neck. She traced lazy circles on my chest.

"Not bad for a first session," she whispered, voice playful again. "But next time I'm bringing cuffs. Think you can handle being my gym bitch twice a week?"

I laughed, the sound echoing off the weights and mirrors, light and utterly spent. "Only if you promise to keep bossing me around."

She kissed my jaw, still clenching around my softening cock. "Oh, I plan to. Now help me clean up before security wonders why the lights are still on."