Hey, you filthy readers, buckle up for a raw, sweaty ride! I’m Faizal, 28. I am a jacked-up corporate drone from Mumbai who lives for the gym grind.
This nasty little tale went down last week with Rutuja. She has the hottest piece of ass sweating it out at my gym. Let me paint her for you: short, tight curves that’d make you weep—36B-33-37, fit as fuck, with a juicy ass and tits screaming to be ravaged. Pure fantasy material you’d jerk to in a heartbeat.
Let’s get straight to the dirty shit. I hit the gym evenings, 5:00 to 7:00 PM, when it’s damn near empty. Rutuja rolls in at the same time. She struts in skin-tight leggings and a bra so snug her curves look like they’re begging to burst free.
Her outfits? Fucking criminal—every inch of her ass and cleavage screaming for attention. You’d need a cold shower just watching her stretch.
We didn’t talk much at first. Just traded glances while pumping iron. Her eyes lingered on my biceps, mine glued to her swaying hips. Soon, looks turned to smirks, then “Hi’s,” and finally names. We were both guilty—checking each other out mid-set. She was biting her lip when I caught her staring.
One day, we’re both on deadlift, and I’m done playing coy.
Me: “Hi, Rutuja. Let’s train together. Double the grind.”
Rutuja: “Sure, Faizal, but I can’t match your weights, big guy.” She winks, teasing.
Me: “Don’t sweat it. I’ll guide you.” Grinning like a wolf.
Her tight bra and leggings are a fucking distraction. I’m spotting her, standing close, eyes locked on her milky skin, those curves glistening with sweat. Deadlifts come next. Holy shit—when she bends, her tits spill into a deep cleavage that’d make a saint sin.
Her ass? A goddamn masterpiece. I catch her smirking at me in the mirror like she knows she’s got me hard as steel. I step up, “correcting” her form. One hand grips her shoulder, the other pushes her hips down, my fingers digging in. My raging boner grazes her fat ass, and a jolt rips through me.
She gasps but doesn’t pull away—fuck, she grinds back, slow and deliberate, teasing my dick with every bend. I press harder on her back, letting her feel who’s in charge. Post-workout, I’m buzzing.
Me: “So, how was the grind today?”
Rutuja: “Way fucking hotter than I planned, Faizal.” Her voice drips lust, eyes screaming, “Fuck me.”
Me: “We can make it dirtier. Daily. Rougher.” I stare her down, hungry.
We’re this close to ripping into each other right there, but we hold off. Numbers swapped, and we chatted sweetly till midnight. Then, ping—her message lights up my phone.
Rutuja: “Loved training with you. But you were a bad boy, weren’t you?”
Me: “Caught you staring, babe. Is that ass grinding my dick? Green fucking light.”
Rutuja: “You got me soaked, you bastard.”
Me: “I’ll make you scream next time. Name the workout.”
Rutuja: “Tomorrow. Outside the gym. Same time.”
Me: “Fuck yes.”
The next day, I’m ready for war. I swing by a chemist, grab a pack of ultra-thin condoms—shit’s about to get real. I pull up outside the gym. Rutuja hops on my bike, her thighs gripping me tight. “Let’s ditch this place,” she purrs. I peel out toward the west side, where lodges line up like dirty little secrets.
She figures out the plan fast, hugging me from behind, smashing her soft tits against my back. Her breath’s hot on my neck.
Rutuja: “You got protection for this ride, bad boy?” Her voice is all filth.
Me: “Locked and loaded, babe.”
Rutuja: “Good. My pussy’s already dripping for you.”
We roll into a decent hotel and book a room for three hours. The second the door clicks shut, it’s fucking on. I grab her from behind, pinning her against the wall, my lips tearing into her neck and shoulders, biting hard. She moans like a slut, loud and desperate.
My hands rip at her tits, squeezing those soft, perfect mounds till she’s gasping.
She fights back, grabbing my cock through my jeans, stroking it rough. “Fuck, Faizal, you’re huge,” she growls, and I’m losing it. We’re a mess of hands and mouths, me mauling her tits, her jerking me harder.
I shove her onto a chair, ripping her jacket off. She’s in that sports bra and leggings, panty lines taunting me. She straddles me, grinding her pussy on my bulge, and we’re sucking tongues, biting lips till they’re raw.
Rutuja: “I wanna mark you, Faizal.” She rips my shirt off, sinking her teeth into my nipples, sucking and biting till they’re red and throbbing.
Me: “Fuck, they’re yours—wreck ‘em.”
She’s a demon, licking and gnawing, leaving me grunting. I can’t take it—I lift her, throw her on the bed, and tear her bra off. Her tits bounce free, fucking glorious, nipples hard as bullets. I dive in, sucking them raw, biting till she screams, “Harder, you fucker!”
My hand slides down, rubbing her pussy through her leggings. It’s scorching, soaked, begging for me. I yank her pants and panties off in one go, spreading her thighs wide. Her pussy’s shaved clean, glistening. I don’t wait—I bury my face in it, eating her out like a starved animal.
My tongue fucks her deep, lapping her clit, then sliding lower to rim her tight asshole. She bucks hard, screaming, “Oh fuck, Faizal, don’t stop!” Her hands claw my hair, shoving me deeper as I tongue her holes for a solid 20 minutes, her juices dripping down my chin.
Rutuja: “You’re a fucking beast, devouring my pussy like that!”
Me: “Love your wet cunt, babe. Going to ruin it.”
She flips us into a 69 position, her mouth swallowing my cock whole, spitting and gagging as she deep-throats me. I’m back at her pussy, sucking her clit, jamming a finger in her asshole. She moans around my dick, the vibrations driving me wild.
Every time I thrust my finger deeper, she sucks harder, choking on me. We’re a sweaty, filthy mess for 15 minutes straight. I’m rock-hard and done waiting. “Ride me, slut,” I snarl, tossing her a condom. She smirks, kissing the packet before rolling it on my cock with her mouth—fucking dirty.
She climbs on, sinking her pussy onto me slowly, eyes rolling back as I fill her. Then she goes feral, bouncing her ass fast, screaming, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I grab her hair, yanking her down to kiss her sloppy, our tongues a mess.
Her pussy clenches, and she cums hard, juices soaking me, her screams echoing. I flip her up, pounding her from below, slamming into her so fast the bed shakes. “Don’t stop, you bastard!” she wails, cumming again, her body shaking like a fucking earthquake.
Rutuja: “Fuck my ass, Faizal. Tear it apart!”
She gets on all fours, ass up, begging. I spit on her hole, smear Vaseline, and push my cock against it. It’s tight as hell, and she screams as I force the tip in, her body trembling. “More!” she cries, so I grip her hips and shove halfway, her wail loud enough to wake the dead.
One more thrust, and I’m balls-deep, her ass choking my dick. She’s sobbing but moaning, “Fuck yes, rip me open!” I start thrusting, slow then brutal, her screams mixing with moans. I pound her ass for 20 minutes, the tightness driving me insane.
I pull out, swap condoms, and flip her for missionary anal. Her legs are up, ass wide open, and I slam back in, her shrieks filling the room. “Fuck my ass harder!” she begs. I give it everything, her body quaking with every thrust.
I’m close, so I rip the condom off, shove my cock in her pussy raw.
I fuck her in missionary like a savage. She’s screaming, “Cum for me, you fuck!” and I pull out, unloading a massive cumshot across her face and tits, ropes of it dripping down her chin. She’s panting, grinning, fucking wrecked.
We collapse, sweaty and spent, cuddling for a bit before cleaning up and bouncing. We swore to fuck like animals whenever the urge hit again.
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