After-Hours Promotion

The gym lights were already dimmed for closing when I first felt her eyes on me. Elena Voss, the strict owner who ran this place like a military academy, stood by the front desk in tight black leggings and a cropped hoodie that barely contained her full tits. Her sharp gaze locked on mine across the empty weight room, and the air crackled with something far hotter than the usual tension between boss and new employee. I was just a month into the personal trainer gig, but the way she watched me wipe down the benches made my cock twitch in my shorts.

"Lock the front door, Marcus," she called, her voice low and commanding. "We're closing early tonight."

我艰难地咽了口唾沫，心跳如鼓，翻过招牌，关掉最后几盏顶灯。这里弥漫着汗水、橡胶垫和她淡淡的柑橘香水味。当我转过身时，她就在那里，双臂抱在胸前，把那对沉甸甸的乳房往上挤，顶着薄薄的衣料。

"You've been staring at me all week," Elena said, stepping closer until her breath brushed my neck. "Don't deny it. I see how your eyes drop to my ass every time I demonstrate a squat."

"Guilty," I admitted, my voice rough. "But you've been riding me harder than any client, boss. All those private 'performance reviews' after hours."

A wicked smile curved her lips. "Because I like what I see. And tonight I want more than just looking." Her hand slid down my chest, straight to the growing bulge in my gym shorts. "On your knees. Right here on the mat."

The explicit scene hit fast. I dropped instantly, the cool rubber pressing into my shins as she shoved her leggings and thong down in one smooth motion. Her shaved pussy glistened under the emergency lights, lips already swollen and slick. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my face between her thighs.

"Lick it," Elena ordered, voice husky. "Get your tongue deep in that wet pussy like you’ve been dreaming about."

I groaned against her folds, tasting her tangy sweetness as I dragged my tongue from her entrance up to her clit. She was soaked, juices coating my chin while she rocked her hips against my mouth. Her firm ass flexed in my hands as I squeezed the juicy cheeks, pulling her closer.

"操，对……就这样，"她呻吟着，更用力地扭动腰肢。"吸我的阴蒂。用力点。让我看看为什么雇你。"

My cock strained painfully against my shorts, throbbing with every filthy word. I sucked her swollen nub between my lips, flicking it rapidly until her legs trembled. She came fast, flooding my tongue with a fresh gush of cream, her strict composure cracking into raw gasps.

"Get up," she panted, kicking her leggings aside. "I want that cock out. Now."

I stood, shoving my shorts down. My thick dick sprang free, veins pulsing, the head already leaking precum. Elena wrapped her manicured fingers around the shaft, stroking me with firm, twisting pulls that made my knees weak.

"Big cock for a new guy," she teased, dropping to her knees on the same mat. "I've been wet thinking about it all shift." Her hot breath bathed the tip as she looked up at me with those sharp, hungry eyes. "But I’m not swallowing until you earn it."

She took me into her warm mouth without warning, lips stretching around my girth. The wet suction was incredible. Elena bobbed deep, gagging slightly as she forced more of my length down her throat. Saliva dripped from her chin onto her tits, which she’d freed from the hoodie. I watched them bounce as she sucked me harder, her tongue swirling around the underside.

"妈的，艾琳娜……你的嘴太他妈舒服了，"我低吼着，手指穿过她深色的秀发。她湿漉漉地吐出我的阴茎，唾沫丝线在她嘴唇与我发亮的肉棒间拉出银丝。

"Watch me," she whispered, slapping my dick against her tongue. "I want you to see every drop."

She dove back in, taking me to the root this time. Her throat squeezed rhythmically while one hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently. The gym echoed with obscene slurping sounds and her muffled moans. I thrust gently, fucking her face as her eyes watered but never broke contact.

Tension coiled tight in my gut. "I'm close," I warned, hips stuttering.

Elena pulled back just enough to speak, her voice raw. "Cum in my mouth. Fill it. I want to taste every bit of you."

That pushed me over. I groaned loud as the first thick rope shot across her tongue. She sealed her lips around the head, sucking greedily while I pulsed again and again. Hot cum flooded her mouth, spilling slightly at the corners before she swallowed with an audible gulp. She kept sucking through the aftershocks, milking the last drops until I was spent and shaking.

When she finally released me, Elena licked her swollen lips clean, a satisfied smirk on her face. A tiny bead of my cum still clung to the corner of her mouth. She stood, pulling her hoodie back down but leaving her leggings off.

"Consider that your real performance review," she said, voice steady again but with a husky edge. "You start tomorrow as my personal assistant. And next time... I expect you to bend me over the weight bench and fuck this pussy until I can’t walk straight."

I pulled my shorts up, still catching my breath, the taste of her still on my tongue. "Yes, boss. Whatever you need."

She laughed softly, the strict mask slipping back into place as she gathered her things. But the way her eyes lingered on my crotch promised this was only the beginning of our after-hours routine.