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I stood in the empty gym, heart hammering against my ribs, already soaked between my thighs just from watching him. The overhead lights hummed low, casting long shadows across the mats and machines. Closing time was ten minutes away, but Mark had asked me to stay for one last private shoot.

“Elena, you look incredible in that light,” Mark said, lowering his camera, his voice dropping to that gravelly tone that always made my knees weak. He was in his late thirties, broad-shouldered, with calloused hands from years of hauling gear. I was twenty-four, wearing nothing but tiny black workout shorts that barely covered my ass and a cropped sports bra that did even less for my tits.

I shifted on the weight bench, feeling the cool vinyl stick to my skin. “You sure no one’s coming back?” I whispered, biting my lip. The desire had been building for weeks during our sessions—his eyes lingering on my curves, my nipples hardening under his gaze.

“Door’s locked. Just us.” He set the camera on a tripod, eyes dark. “You’ve been teasing me with that ass all night. Bend over the bench. Now.”

The command sent a shiver straight to my clit. I turned, pressing my palms to the padded surface, arching my back so my juicy ass pushed out toward him. My shorts rode up, exposing the lower curve of my cheeks. Mark stepped close, his breath hot on my neck.

“Fuck, Elena… look at you.” His fingers hooked into the waistband and tugged my shorts down in one smooth motion, leaving me bare from the waist down. Cool air kissed my shaved pussy and tight little anus. I gasped as his rough palm smoothed over my ass, then dipped between my cheeks.

“Mark… I’ve never done this in a gym,” I whispered, voice trembling at first. But heat was spreading fast, making me bolder. “Touch me there. Please.”

His fingertip circled my anus slowly, teasing the puckered ring until it fluttered under his touch. “So tight. So fucking perfect.” He spat into his palm, then rubbed the slickness over my hole, pressing just the tip of his finger inside. I moaned, pushing back, my pussy dripping onto the bench.

He unzipped, and I heard the heavy slap of his thick cock springing free. “You want this dick in your ass, don’t you?” he growled softly against my ear.

“Yes… put it in me,” I breathed, growing braver. “Stretch my ass open, Mark. I need it deep.”

He gripped my hips and nudged the fat head of his cock against my anus. With steady pressure he pushed, the ring yielding inch by inch until the crown popped inside. I cried out, the burn blooming into sharp pleasure. “Oh god… it’s so big. Keep going.”

Mark groaned, feeding me more of his shaft, slow at first, letting my ass adjust to every thick vein. Then he started thrusting, shallow and rhythmic, the wet sounds of lube and skin echoing in the quiet gym. My tits swung beneath me, nipples scraping the bench with each rock of his hips.

“Harder,” I whispered, voice husky now. “Fuck my ass like you mean it.”

He changed rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, balls slapping my wet pussy. The bench creaked. I reached back, spreading my cheeks wider so he could watch his cock disappear into my stretched anus again and again. Sweat trickled down my spine. He leaned over me, one hand tangling in my hair, the other sliding around to rub my swollen clit in tight circles.

“Feel that? Your ass is gripping me so good,” he panted, voice low and filthy. “Gonna cum deep in this tight hole.”

I came first, shuddering hard, my pussy clenching around nothing while my anus pulsed around his pistoning cock. The orgasm ripped through me in waves, leaving me gasping. Mark sped up, fucking me faster, the slap of skin growing frantic until he buried himself to the hilt and erupted. Hot cum flooded my ass, pulse after pulse, so much it leaked out around his shaft as he kept grinding through the aftershocks.

We stayed locked together, breathing ragged. Then he eased out with a wet pop, and I felt his seed trickle down my thigh. I turned, legs shaky, and we both burst into soft laughter.

“Best shoot ever,” I said, grinning as I pulled my shorts back up, the warm mess still inside me.

Mark wiped his forehead, eyes sparkling. “Next time we try the squat rack.”