"Ohh yes, please drink me," Elle groaned, lost in the surprising intimacy and hunger of this perfect stranger. Leaning back against the tile wall, she pulled his head closer into her leaking bosom, wrapping one leg up and around his hip to draw him into her with every limb she had free.
Mike knew she wanted this as much as he did. He picked her up easily and carried her over to the locker room bench, laying her down gently, never taking his mouth off her nipples. He slid her pants slowly down, catching her panties under his thumbs as well.
Elle arched her back and pressed her hips up towards him as he continued to undress her. She looked around, realizing how exposed she would be if the gym were to reopen the lockers. She was totally nude beneath this man as he hovered over her. Seeing his muscles bulging with his rush of testosterone, she pushed aside her thoughts and focused on feeling every moment.
Mike slowly lowered himself onto Elle, their bodies melting together. He quickly eased his shirt off and saw how hard his cock had become under his gym shorts. It lightly teased against Elle's soaking wet pussy through the thin fabric, leaving a little wet spot of her sex on his shorts.
She sat up, suddenly hungry to taste his thick cock, focused intently on the bulge that had been bumping against her this whole time. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, she pressed her tits to the crotch of his shorts, expressing a little milk to dribble down and wet him further. She continued pressing against him as she reached for the waistband of his shorts and slid them down.
Mike knew he was in her control. She was intently staring at his hard cock, her eyes locked on to the thick, bulbous head. A drop of precum slowly appeared and she licked her lips. Her hand reaching forward to rub the bead over the head of his cock. Mike groaned, her soft hands enveloping his hard cock. He kissed her hard on the lips, mixing the taste of his mouth with her sweet milk, their tongues forcing their way into each others' mouths. He lifted his lips off of hers and uttered a guttural
"Suck it"
Elle's eyes grew wide; she loved the way he commanded her. His low forceful tone made her twitch deep in her cunt. She obediently moved her mouth down over his shaft, enveloping his cock and sucking it deep into her mouth immediately. No warning, no teasing kisses or licks. She was on a mission to please him.
She gripped the base of his cock with one hand and fondled his balls with the other while she bobbed on his hard shaft, saliva dripping down to her hands. Her tits were leaking and dribbling down her body, down to her pussy, and forming a small puddle beneath her. As she sucked she looked up at him with her blue eyes, his cock stretching her thick lips wide, and she smiled a little seeing him totally lost in the pleasures of her warm mouth.
Mike couldn't help but gasp every time she took his cock in. Her warm, wet mouth seemed to form a seal around his cock. And her constantly dribbling the spit, dripping down her engorged tits, mixing with her milk, just seemed to push all his buttons. He knew he couldn't hold out much more. He grabbed the back of her head and fucked her face. He felt his cock hit the back of her mouth, almost reaching into her throat. Her eyes bulging out and the strains of her breath as he filled her mouth. He was close, he knew it. He wanted to cum all over her. He pulled out of her mouth, grabbed the back of her head by her hair and leaned it back, and stroked his cock. He came in jets. The first spraying across her face, the next few over her tits.
Mike leaned back and watched as the cum dripped down her tits. Mixing with the milk, it formed a sticky cream that ran down her body in tiny rivers and mixed in the puddle. Mike couldn't believe he was still hard, this woman had that effect on him.
Elle kneeled, her thighs spread wide, a small puddle forming below her pussy of both their juices and her milk. She couldn't believe how much she had loved his orgasm, how thoroughly she wanted it. She looked down at her messy tits, ran a finger through the cream he had left on her, and put it in her mouth. She wanted to taste him, all of him. She was addicted.
Without tilting up her head, her eyes looked up at him, her finger still between her thick lips. "Thank you, that was delicious". She was panting a little from the excitement.
Mike knew he wasn't done with her. He picked her up easily, carrying her into the shower. He warmed it up as he looked into her eyes again, the lust still bubbling to the surface. He grabbed the hand shower and used it to wash the last of his semen and her milk off her, scrubbing her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. He took the tool further down, washing her stomach, hand following the wand, washing away the remnants of the day, till he finally reached her pussy. Using the wand, he ran the warm water over her aching pussy as he slipped one finger inside her. He put the wand back above them as he kissed her juicy lips, slipping yet another finger inside her tight, wet pussy. He turned her around, pressing her tits against the cold tile as he looped his arm around her and kept fingering her dripping pussy.
