Blissful Torment

" I saw your set of squats earlier," he said, an arrogant smile playing over his face.

"Yeah, I noticed you staring at my butt," Helena replied in a cold voice.

"Hey, you got a great ass," he added, shrugging, pretending not to care to be called out. The cocky look suited him. With his broad shoulders, sweaty curly hair and a tight tank top barely covering his bulging muscles, he was clearly a gym regular. So was Helena, but she didn't know his name. "In fact, I wouldn't mind fucking it."

She gave him a blank stare. "No fucking way, you creep. Now get out of my way."

He didn't budge, this body blocking the way to the changing rooms. She shoved past him, elbowing him in the chest in a way that might look accidental, but was clearly deliberate.

"You know you want it," he called after her, rubbing his side.

Helena slammed the door to the women's changing rooms closed behind herself. What an asshole, she thought, as she pulled off her top. She had really worked hard, and it showed. That guy wasn't wrong about her ass, it was absolutely to die for and she was more than pleased with her athletic figure. Her sports bra was sweated through, and her yoga pants were drenched as well, though with some annoyance she noticed how her panties had a different kind of wet spot, though she wasn't sure why.

The changing rooms were empty, just the way she liked it - she always chose lull times for her sessions. She eagerly headed to the showers. Scalding hot water on sore muscles would feel amazing. Helena let it run over her head, face towards the wall, a meditative state of bliss enveloping her as steam started to fill the shower room. 

Just like the sweat was washed off her skin, the soreness was washed away with it. As she relaxed, she noticed how turned on she actually was. The guy from earlier hadn't been wrong. She was dying for a good fuck, and his cocky behaviour was a huge turn-on, not to speak of his fit looks. She would never let him know.

The door of the changing room being opened and closed completely eluded her attention, and the running water drowned out the footsteps closing in.

It took her way too long to notice when someone walked into her stall. Really, she only noticed when it was far too late; a big hand closing over her mouth and stifling her shocked cry. She felt a large body press into her from behind, pushing her hard against the wet and slick bathroom tiles. 

She tried to squirm away, but her assailant was much too strong. A struggling glimpse backwards revealed the guy from earlier. Helena could tell that he was naked, could feel his hard erection pressing against her toned butt. His smirk was downright lecherous now.

"Be a good slut and hold still," he snarled into her ear, "it will hurt less."

Having gotten one hand free, she tried to elbow him, but he was ready for it. He caught her wrist easily, and pinned it effortlessly against the wall. 

She felt his cock slide between her thighs. It felt gigantic. She didn't want this. Or rather, she shouldn't want it. But she didn't fight back. In fact she welcomed it.

"You do have the best fucking ass in the whole gym," he murmured into her ear. 

She couldn't help but grind it into him, stroking his cock with her muscular thighs.

"I knew you'd like it," he chuckled, cocky demeanour immediately returning. Feeling her body relax against his, he took the chance and let her hand and mouth go. Her jaw felt sore, he had clamped it hard.

Helena didn't scream. Instead she spread her legs for him. He adjusted his angle with his free hand, and without much fanfare pushed into her pussy. He groaned, she barely stifled a cry. Too big, too fast, too hard, too quick.

He didn't give her even a moment to adjust. His hips started pounding into her, shoving her body into the hard wall, burying his cock in her cunt, opening her up with brute force to be ravaged.

She was already enjoying it before the fourth thrust, the pleasure of a rough fucking overtaking the discomfort. When he grabbed her hair by the scalp, and pulled her face back from the wall, she moaned loudly. Her crotch was both drenched and on fire, her neck and back arched to their limits, and yet she was in heaven.

"Fuck me... harder..." she mumbled between clenched teeth, "you... pathetic...wimp."

She could hear him growl, her taunts enraging him, turning man into beast. He started slamming his cock into her like a jackhammer, as deep and as fast as he was physically able. And boy, was he able, the relentlessness taking her breath away. She came first, clenching hard on him, legs nearly giving out, eyes rolling up into the back of her head, but before the throes of orgasm had subsided, she felt him explode into her, throbbing and pulsing.

For a long moment, they stood under the hot shower, gasping for air, much sorer than before, but in a very different way. He stumbled a step back, panting, and said with a hoarse voice, "Next week, same time?"

"Yeah. Maybe you'll give me a proper fuck then," Helena grinned challengingly at him.

After he left and she had cleaned up, she wondered what his name was.

2021-09-09 Blissful Torment