Lisa(not her real name) is a hot piece of ass I met in one of the gyms I go to. We have flirty exchanges here and there though it hasn't materialized into anything yet - must be because she's loyal to her husband idk idc; if she ain't giving in I'll move on to the next while trying to keep my foot in her door.

One chest day afternoon, I was working out at the same gym she goes to. I spotted her brisk walking at one of the treadmills and as she spotted me across the room at the racks, I gave her a nod and she smiled and waved back. Over the course of my workout I can't help but fantasize about fucking the shit out of Lisa. she is about 5'7, white and blonde, decently toned hourglass shaped, tight legs and ass(at least the leggings she wore made them seem that way), and I estimate C to D cup boobs(not sure about this one but they looked like a good handful). I was sporting the hardest boner and while having my attention divided is difficult, I relished in the idea that no matter what, I'll find a slut to fuck that day.

I finish my set and laid there a bit. As I proceeded to wipe the bench(gym etiquette ya'll), I noticed someone stand right behind me. It was Lisa.

"What's up?" I asked, wiping the bench.

"I noticed you were enjoying your workout a bit too much J." she looked at my boner and then looked right back at me.

"It happens to every guy. Some days I enjoy it more than others." I answered back, now sitting down as if to behold my still raging boner, more douchey than charming I admit but she doesn't seem fazed by my posturing.

We held eye contact. She turned her eyes away and back a few times. I kept my composure. "This might be it" I thought to myself, my boner harder than ever oblivious of the other people in the gym.

"My husband's been cheating on me." She quietly muttered. It came so out of the blue that I had to reprocess what she said a few times.

"Went through his phone and all his "overtime at work" and the "tired for sex" excuses made sense." I know where this is going.(also wtf "tired for sex" her words not mine but smh)

"When and where?" I asked.

"What?" she asked back dumbfounded. I realized my horny excitement has tampered with my thinking and my question wasn't specific"

"When and where do you want to do this?" I clarified.

"Now. My place" she quietly said with a little more confidence. My eyes lit up.

"Give me five minutes to shower." I told her.

"Don't even. Let's go now." My boner shot up some more. She's a filthy slut and I can't wait to experience her and make her filthier.

I stood up and we both got out of the gym. I gave her my numbers and she sent me her address. I started wiping my sweat as I walked to my car. My boner was protruding from my shorts and I walked across the parking lot with pride, stroking it every now and then. The drive was tortuous. I can't wait to fuck the shit out of this slut. I took my dick out of my shorts during the drive and I would stroke it at every stop light. I'm the type of dude that just enjoy overstimulation; I don't necessarily try to think about or work towards not cumming, but just enjoy pushing my own pleasure; I'm there to pleasure myself, just so happens I pleasure the girls I'm with and that's a welcome surprise(if they're not then.....).

Her place was in a nice neighborhood. Looks like a rich neighborhood but not crazy rich. She was waiting outside her car when I parked. I got out of the car with my hard dick out of my shorts, bouncing with every step as I followed her to the front door. As she took her keys out I was rubbing her from behind, slapping her ass, and kissing her neck. "Take your time" I said. She moaned a bit as she finally got her front door open. She led me in with my cock.

We made out right as we shut the door. She was stroking my cock and my hands were under her sports bra. I held her mouth open and spat in it proceeding to stick my tongue down her throat to make sure she tastes my spit. We got each other out of our clothes and she got down on her knees. With my hand behind her head, she didn't waste time blowing me hard and fast. I didn't even start thrusting and just let her do her thing as a thirsty married slut. I held her head back and spit in her mouth twice and then proceeded to let her continue, her hands grasped my thighs. I tensed them up and watched her look up at me and we stared in each other's eyes, both knowing we're about to fuck each other up. I started thrusting. Her grip on my thighs tightened a bit and she just went still, allowing me to have my way with her mouth. I started groaning a bit. Her mouth felt good. Really good. The suction was tugging on my dick so good like it's coming from a married chick in an unhappy sexless marriage. Oh wait ;) lol. I was fucking her mouth so fast her tongue barely has enough time to do anything to my cock. I let my cock dwell in her throat after a thrust and she pushed back. "ugh fuck." She exhaled. She continued stroking my cock as she kissed my abs, pecs, and neck as she stood up.

"I want to smell you in every corner of this house."

My dick froze up some more as if it wasn't steadfast in attention already. I stuck my tongue down her throat once again.

She led me to the living room. I jump on the sofa from behind and positioned myself to be mounted on. She proceeded to follow my path from behind the sofa and made her way down, sliding her torso against mine, reaching my cock, licking it and giving me a good view of her glistening pussy. This bitch is telling me what to do and I have to remind her who's calling the shots here. I started fingering her pussy and she continued to suck my cock like she didn't want me to eat her pussy. Three fingers. Her moans became more frequent. I matched my fingering to the pace of her blowing.

"You want me to eat this pussy?"

"Mmhmm." Her muffled affirmation isn't enough.

"What?"

"Mmhmm." She answered louder.

I held her head with both hands and pushed it down on my dick.

"Tell me you want me to eat your fucking pussy." I released my grip.

"Agghh fuck J please eat my fucking married pussy." She doesn't deserve a "good girl" yet.

I held her ass cheeks gently as I started licking her pussy. Broad slow licks and a bit of clit rubbing. She moaned harder, still blowing my dick. I probed her pussy with my tongue, a careful but violent exploration. Her legs tensed up. I started slapping her ass cheeks one at a time in between cunt licking excursions. She shook for a bit. I don't want to eat this slut's pussy any longer. My dick needs her other pair of lips. I turned her over from our 69 so she can ride me. There was no teasing or slow dick entry; I straight up pushed her hips down my cock. We both moaned. I kept pushing her up and down and just sinking myself further down to how good her pussy feels(ladies if there is one thing that never get old to us guys, it's fucking). I let my hands wander, tracing her figure, grasping her shoulders down her back to her ass, tracing her bikini tan lines. I rest my hands to my sides on the sofa and just faced the ceiling. Her warm, moist, cunt is milking my dick so well I can just lay there and let her milk me dry. I started thrusting and the shock of my thrust just made her stop riding. She stood there on top of me as I started pounding on her pussy.

"oooooooohhh fuuuuuuuuuck" her voice was shaking to the intensity of my fucking.

I held her close to me and kept thrusting. My arms were around her waist and her boobs were bouncing on my arms. She held the sofa. "I want to fucking cum" I thought to myself but there's more I want to do with this slut for this first round.

I released her and pushed her towards the wooden coffee table in front of the sofa. "I want to fucking cum" I thought again. Dogstyle is always a good choice to finish at but I'm still holding it in. I started fucking her harder trying to control my breathing as I do so I don't fatigue quickly. I held her by her shoulders and went at a moderate fast pace. I was moaning with her at this point and I just really want to fuck her harder. I lifted my leg on the coffee table and went faster again. My hands were on her waist and she was thrusting her hips back at me. I leaned forward holding her tits and rubbing her nipples as I kept fucking her from behind. "I want to fucking cum." I thought again. "Fuuuuck" I moaned out. I thrusted my dick in her but I'm not cumming yet. I'm going to keep this going.

"Where else do you want my smell?" I asked her in her ear. I needed to regroup.

"Mmmm J" She answered. She held my hand and led me down to their house's basement. She turned on the lights. Lo and behold. It's her husband's mancave. It wasn't very spacious but it had enough to put in a rack of weights and a bench, some shelves, a gaming corner with a small sofa, and a desk for a workstation for his warhammer stuff(he had figures in his shelves; "the emperor protects" lol). The best spot to ruin this bitch is undoubtedly his weight bench.

I set his bench on an incline. I took a seat and Lisa hopped right on. She held my dick and directed it straight to enter her pussy. She starts riding me. Sex with gym equipment will always motivate me to fuck harder but I let her take a lead on this one to start. It was quite hot in the mancave(we didn't take the time to turn on the AC lol who thinks of that in these turn of events tho?). For a while she was just riding me with both my hands on her hips, nothing but the sound of fuck slaps and heavy breathing, sweat stuffing up the basement with sex musk. It was near primal. "I want to fucking cum" I thought to myself. I held her close, stood up, and started carry fucking her.

"oooooooooooooohhhh" her moans echoed throughout the basement. I was just staring at her as intensely as I can muster at that point, breathing heavy and making sure her pussy sheathed the full length of my cock with each thrust. It isn't enough. "I want to fucking cum." I thought again.

I put her down so she can sit and lean on the bench, I sat opposite her. As if by instinct, she wrapped her legs around me and I started pounding at her pussy again. Moderately fast but with consistent hard thrusting. She held on my tensed up shoulders and I leaned back, holding the edge of the bench from behind using it for more leverage to thrust harder and deeper, pushing her back and even sliding her up the bench.

"fuuuck! yess! fuucck!" she moaned out. No moans from me.

"I want to fucking cum." I thought, more rage-filled than the last.

I turned her around, held her shoulders, and pushed her front against the bench. I started fucking her from behind. I pressed my body against hers as close as I could. I pulled her tits so that they both extend from the sides of the bench, I started to squeeze. I sank my teeth on her upper traps as I was fucking her, drunk on the pleasure of owning this bitch in her husband's mancave.

"fuck! fuck! fuck!" I couldn't distinguish if she was pained or pleasured. She tried to reach above and behind her, finding my hair and grasping on to it. I didn't care.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fucking cum!" I moaned at her. At the last minute I took a step back and just shot my load. She held the bench and slid back down from where I was pushing her up with my cum shooting at her back and around the bench area. I held my head as I finished unloading, staring at my work.

Lisa turned to face me. Both of us just breathing heavy. Looking each other in the eyes. In this grim dark dimly lit mancave, there is no postnut clarity, only round 2.

-to be continued-

What do you think of this writing style? I tried putting some dialogue in and it doesn't feel as unnatural as I assumed. Events were kinda modified for the pacing. This took a long time to write don't hold your breathe on the next one cause while I have plenty of stories to tell, I have work and I'd rather have sex for real than write about it tbh. Questions are very welcome of course just comment or dm me!