I still get hard thinking about that night at the gym near Sector 17 in Chandigarh. I was grinding through a late session because office had fucked my whole day and I needed to burn it off. The place was almost empty. Just me, two other guys finishing up, and Aisha the floor trainer walking around with that tight black top stuck to her chest from sweat. I never planned any hinglish gym sex story crap when I walked in. I just wanted heavy sets and a shower. Then everything went sideways.
Aisha was maybe mid twenties, sharp jaw, thick thighs from squatting every damn day, and she talked to members like she owned the floor. She came over while I was on the bench and said form dekh le warna shoulder nikal jayega. Her hand pressed my upper arm and I felt the heat right through. I grunted okay and finished the set. The other two guys packed up and left. Lights in the front half dimmed. She went to the main shutter and pulled it down with a loud clang then locked the side door. When she walked back she was smiling like she already decided something.
I sat up wiping my face and asked her kya scene hai itni jaldi band. She stood between my knees, looked down at the bulge that was already half hard in my shorts, and said aaj late fee maaf. Bas tu mujhe proper use kar. No soft talk. No romance shit. Just that blunt desi way of saying she wanted cock. I grabbed her hip and pulled her closer. She smelled like sweat and cheap deodorant and something sweet underneath. My hand slid under the waistband of her leggings and found bare skin, no underwear. She was already wet when my fingers reached her chut. She let out a short breath and said andarse jaldi nikal nahi to main khud le lungi.
She Dropped Her Leggings By The Squat Rack
I stood up and pushed her toward the squat rack. She yanked her top off in one pull. Full heavy breasts bounced free, dark nipples already tight. I sucked one hard while my hand kept working between her legs. Two fingers pushed inside easy because she was dripping. She grabbed my hair and said zor se, mat ruk. I fingered her deep, curling, feeling that slick heat coat my hand. Then I spun her around, yanked the leggings down to her ankles, and bent her over the padded bar. Her ass was round and firm from all those lunges. I slapped it once and watched it jiggle. She cursed under her breath but pushed back for more.
My shorts hit the floor. My lund was fully hard, thick, veins standing. I rubbed the head up and down her wet slit, coating it, then shoved in halfway. She gasped loud and said saala itna mota. I held her waist and drove the rest in till my hips slapped her ass. That first full thrust made her knees buckle a little. I started fucking her hard right there, long strokes that made her tits swing under her. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the empty gym. Every time I bottomed out she made this broken little moan that got me even harder. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I pounded. She started shaking and said main aa rahi hu mat nikal. I kept the pace brutal till she clamped down and came, juices running down my balls.
I pulled out dripping and turned her. She dropped to her knees on the rubber mat without me asking. She took my cock in both hands, licked the mess off the head, then swallowed half in one go. Her mouth was hot and sloppy. She gagged once but pushed further, spit running down her chin onto her breasts. I held the back of her head and fucked her throat slow at first then deeper. Tears hit her cheeks but she kept sucking like she was starving. When I pulled free a thick string of spit connected her lips to my lund. She looked up and said ab locker room. Jaldi.
Inside The Changing Area It Got Dirtier
We barely made it past the benches. I sat on one and she straddled me facing forward. She lined herself up and sank down slow, taking every inch till she was fully seated. Then she started bouncing, using those strong trainer thighs. Her breasts slapped my face and I bit one nipple while she rode. She was talking dirty the whole time, bol rahi thi maro saale aur andar, bhar de. I gripped her ass cheeks hard enough to leave marks and slammed her down on me. The wooden bench creaked under us. Sweat ran between us. She came again with her head thrown back, walls fluttering around my cock, but I was nowhere near done.
I stood up still inside her and carried her two steps to the wall of lockers. Her back hit the metal. I hooked her legs over my arms and started ramming upward. Each thrust lifted her a bit. The lockers rattled. She clawed my shoulders and kept saying harder harder. I spit on her tits and watched it slide while I wrecked her. My balls were tight. I pulled out, spun her, and bent her over the sink counter under the mirror. From behind I slammed back in and watched her face in the glass. Mouth open, eyes half shut, hair stuck to her forehead. I reached under and pinched her clit. She screamed once then bit her lip. I fucked her so hard the mirror fogged from our breath.
She begged for it raw and deep. I gave her everything. When I felt close I pulled almost out and slammed home, flooding her chut with thick ropes. She pushed back taking it all, moaning while I pumped. Cum leaked out around my cock and down her thigh. I stayed buried till I softened a little then pulled free. She stayed bent over catching her breath, my load dripping onto the floor tile. After a minute she stood, turned, and wiped some with two fingers then licked them clean while staring at me. That sight alone made me twitch again.
Second Round On The Open Mats
We did not clean up. She dragged me back to the main floor where the thick mats were laid for stretching. She got on all fours and looked over her shoulder. Ab peeche se bilkul tod de. I knelt behind her, spread her cheeks, and spat right on her hole. My cock was hard again from watching her. I pushed into her messy cunt first, using the cum as lube, then pulled out and pressed the head against her tighter ass. She tensed but nodded. Slow push. The head popped in and she groaned long and low. I fed her more inch by inch till I was balls deep in her gaand. She was so tight I almost lost it right there.
I started moving, short strokes at first then longer. She reached back and spread herself wider. I spanked her hard enough to leave red prints while I fucked her ass. The gym was dead silent except for our skin and her filthy mouth. She kept saying aur andar, poora de. I grabbed her hair like a handle and pulled her back onto me. Every thrust made her breasts swing hard. Sweat poured off both of us. I reached under and rubbed her soaked clit again. She came with my cock buried in her ass, whole body shaking, almost collapsing face down. I held her hips up and kept pounding through it.
When I felt the second load building I pulled out of her ass, flipped her onto her back, shoved her knees to her chest, and drove back into her cunt. A few brutal strokes and I exploded again, painting her insides. She held me deep with her legs locked around me till every drop was out. We stayed like that panting, sticky, smelling like sex and iron plates. Finally I rolled off. She laughed once, rough, and said kal bhi late aana. Same time. I just nodded because my legs were useless.
We cleaned up with gym towels like animals. She put her top back on without the leggings at first, walking around half naked while locking equipment cages. I watched that cum still leaking down her leg and almost went for round three but she shoved me toward the exit with a slap on the ass. Outside the night air hit my face. I walked to my bike with that empty drained feeling after proper hard fucking. Next evening I showed up ten minutes early. She already had the shutter half down. No talking needed. She pointed at the mats and said aaj pehle gaand phir chut. I dropped my bag and got to work. That whole week became the same routine. Late close. Hard use. Her body taking everything I gave without complaint. Sometimes on the cable machine bench. Once against the glass wall of the office cabin with the lights off. Always raw. Always filthy. Always ending with both of us wrecked and quiet.
I never told anyone at the office. Just kept going back. Aisha never asked for soft shit or promises. She just wanted to get railed proper after the members left and I was more than happy to deliver. Even now if I smell rubber mats and sweat mixed I get that same twitch. Chandigarh nights, empty gym, her thick thighs shaking while I emptied inside her again and again. That is the whole damn thing. No clean ending. Just the memory of her bent over equipment and telling me not to stop till she could not walk straight to the auto stand.
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