I keep letting guys at the gym fuck me.

I'm building a reputation at the gym. I've fucked in their bathroom a few times, and I don't plan on stopping. It's so hard because you dress in tight clothes that accentuate every curve, and then you drool over sweaty, muscular men in their prime. You watch them lift weights and focus on their trembling muscles. God, what that does to me! How am I supposed to control myself when there are so many muscular bodies to see?!

I'm horny, so I move closer to the weights until I can smell their sweat. I give them a quick glance, maybe bite my lip. Then I like to grab the weights and do something completely unnecessary to show off my ass. I like to bend down so my leggings slide up my crack and you can see the outline of my pussy from behind. Especially if I'm wearing something really bright, I feel like I'm naked and begging them to fuck me.

It's a solid strategy I plan to continue.

I managed to catch one just a few days ago. I spotted him when I walked in. I'd never seen him before, but he looked around my age, maybe a little older. He was wearing one of those ripped tops that barely cover anything, and I got a good look at him. I did my little bending trick, and suddenly we were looking in both directions before we burst into the single-person bathroom and closed the door.

Oh, the gym bathroom—if the walls could talk, they'd call me a slut.

He turned me around and pressed my hips against the sink. He grabbed my ass through my leggings, admiring my body. He pulled the leggings down and groaned when he saw my ass. He leaned down and kissed my ass, then tossed the leggings aside and spread my thighs.

My sports bra wasn't holding up, and my breasts were spilling out of it. I watched them jiggle in the mirror as he took off his shirt and pulled down his shorts. I saw his penis in the mirror and froze. He smiled, stroking it, reading my mind.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you," he said, holding his enormous penis.

"What if I want you too?" I asked. He raised an eyebrow.

"I can too."

I smiled as he wrapped his arm around me and began thrusting into me. He did it slowly at first, showing me his penis inch by inch. It was a slow stretch that consumed every fiber of my mind. I inhaled and moaned as he pushed deeper and deeper. I moaned loudly, and he covered my mouth with his hand to muffle the sounds. He entered me, pushing his entire length inside me. I moaned into his hand as he shifted my body, making room for his enormous cock.

He began to thrust into me, and I felt like a toy. My feet barely touched the floor, and I wasn't moving of my own volition; he was simply using my body to penetrate me, which was driving me crazy.

I knew he couldn't hear me, but I kept telling him, "Use me, use me, use me!"

He moved closer, moaning in my ear and thrusting into me over and over again. He was so strong, I don't think he realized his own strength. He held me easily, and I floated in the air, my muscles convulsing as he pounded into my pussy. He lifted me, and I stared in the mirror as his pink cock slammed into my wet pussy. My juices spurted everywhere as he drove into me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing was real. How could something that big fit inside me?!

I was already on the edge, and it tipped me over. I screamed, then ejaculated all over his cock. I ejaculated all over the mirror, coming, shaking in his arms. He pushed me against the wall and pressed me against it, still pounding into me. It's always my favorite part, when I come and a guy just relaxes. It's the most primal and wild feeling a man can experience, and God, it feels so good to be his little toy.

He pounded into me, slamming me against the wall until his hips suddenly stopped. He finished inside my pussy, completely horny, pumping me full of his cum. I shuddered as he finished.

He pulled out of me, and I looked in the mirror at his cum dripping out of me (which was hard to see because I'd ejaculated all over her).

"You look so good," he said, spreading my ass cheeks to better see his cum running down my inner thighs. He slid his fingers into my pussy, pushing them back in. I moaned as his fingers writhed inside me.

My whole body trembled as I grabbed my leggings and pulled them back over my wet, cum-filled pussy. He ran his hand over my crotch, his thumb teasing my clit.

"Hold on," he said. "And if you're good, I'll fuck you again."

I could barely stand, but the thought of fucking him again excited me.

I told him I'd see him again and went straight to my car to drive home.