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I'm mid forties, brunette and a little out of shape.
I didn't go to the studio to get in shape,
not really. I went because I was bored. Board with routines,
board with polite conversations, board of pretending effort meant results.
And when you're bored, you don't need a trainer, you
need a problem. That's what Ryan was a problem. The
studio was on one of those big chain gyms. Either
no cs, no noise, just a converted warehouse, concrete floors,
black mats, mirrors that made everything look sharper than it should.
You either showed up serious or you didn't belong there. Late,
Ryan said as I walked in, not angry, not raised,
just stated, I dropped my bag by three minutes, still late.
I smirked. You're going to punish me for it, big mistake.
He didn't smile, didn't laugh, just looked at me like
I'd said something that lit a fire inside him. We'll see,
he said. Ryan didn't flirt. That's what made it worse.
He didn't chase, didn't compliment, didn't play games. He just watched, corrected, adjusted,
like he knew exactly where you were weak and wasn't
in any rush to tell you. Warm up, he said,
nodding toward the floor. I started stretching, aware, painfully, aware
of his eyes on me through the mirror. Not obvious,
not crude, just there. Halfway through, the door opened, I
glanced up. Another trainer walked in, taller, broader, same calm, energy,
just quieter. Ryan didn't even turn around. You're early, he said,
thought i'd observe. The other guy replied, observe. I straightened slightly.
Am I being graded now? I asked. Ryan finally looked
at me. Something like that, focus, he said, stepping closer.
He adjusted my stance, hands on my hips, firm, precise,
no hesitation. Your balance is off, I held, still, didn't react,
didn't give him the satisfaction. Feels fine to me, I said,
because you're used to doing it wrong. From across the room,
the other trainer, Matt, I realized, watched quietly, not saying anything,
just taking it in this part of the program too,
I asked, glancing between them. I pay for one trainer,
not too Ryan didn't miss a beat. Maybe two is better.
Ryan said that answer shouldn't have landed the way it did,
but it did. We moved through drills harder than usual,
closer than usual. I was hot, sweaty, and exhausted. Sweat
poured through my hot kneon jim clothes. This is getting
intense for a Tuesday, I said, trying to keep it light. No,
Ryan replied, this is what happens when you stop holding back.
I turned slightly. Is this where you tell me what
I'm doing wrong again? Ryan shook his head. No, he said,
we actually want to push you. See what you're made
of for what I huffed. We found your profile on Tinder,
Matt said, standing up and coming closer. I stopped moving gulped.
You are into a lot of dirty things, he said.
I used my Tinder account for one thing, and one
thing only, fucking, and I wasn't exactly shy about it
on there. If you don't ask, you don't get so.
Ryan said, are you really into anything like your profile said?
I blew a strand of hair from my face and
wiped sweat from my brow. Stared at them. You seem
to like fucking, Matt said, how would you feel about
taking on a pair of personal trainers? How'd you feel
about us stretching you out, getting you in shape for fucking?
A sick smile spread over my face. I hadn't been
laid in a month, and the co luckiness of these
two made my pussy pulse. You want me, I said,
breathing heavy. Show me what I've got to work with.
Ryan and Matt grinned, then pulled down their sweatpants and
pulled their stiff cocks out. Fuck. They were big, thick
and veiny. I bit my lip, shuddered, sweat falling from
my face. I looked at them both. I think it's
time for you too to get a workout, I said,
and dropped to my knees on the mat. Bring those
fucking things here, I said, and reached out to take
each stiff prick in either hand. I jerked both of
them off, spitting on each, letting long tendrils of saliva
connect their cocks to my ready lips. I beat them hard,
and they made wet slapping sounds from my spit. I
leaned in deep throated Matt, sucking his cock to the
root until I gag, then pulled off almost puking where
it hit my tonsils and did the same to Ryan,
gagging and spluttering all over his stump, dribbling down to
his balls. Fuck, Ryan moaned, this bitch is good. Matt
added good. I'm the fucking best, I said, then leaned
back on the mat, reached down and ripped my gym
shorts along the inside seam, exposing my wet cunt and
asshole to them. Tongue it out, I demanded. They both
fell to their knees and the pair of dirty bastards
both ate me clean. It was such a fucking turn
on feeling their hot, wanton tongues working from my pussy
to my asshole to my clit. Everything was wet and
dripping from their spit. I threw my head back moaned
fuck me as they both licked my clit together. Fuck.
The dirty bastards must have been practically kissing. Two tongues
worming into my clit was fan fucking tastic. I pulled
my legs back and shifted backward. Give my asshole the
same treatment, I said, and the dirty bastards both tongued
out my sweaty shitbox together. Fuck me, what a turn on.
They licked me good and clean. My asshole never felt better.
Then I stood up and made them lie down, so
their crotches were pushed together, balls smashed against one another,
cocks both erect side by side. I positioned myself over
them sideways, then lowered myself down. Help feed them both in,
I demanded, hot and ready. They held their cocks at
the bases, tips and shafts pressed tightly together as I
slowly squatted and fed them both up my ready cunt.
We all grown together as both of their cocks penetrated
me at the same time, sliding up my eaten cunt
and throbbing together inside me. What a feeling having two
big cocks buried in my stretched out pussy. I leaned down,
put my palms on the floor, and started to pump
my ass up and down. Shit, I moaned, I shuddered
as both of their sensitive tips rubbed against one another,
trapped tightly in my pussy. As I fucked their thick
lengths hard. Matt and Ryan thrust up into me, getting
a rhythm going, so both their cocks speared deep into
me at the same time. I fucked them both good
and hard, my cunt making dirty, wet sounds as they
drilled deep. Who's getting a workout now, huh, you bastards,
I cried, completely filled with cock, My pussy juice was
flowing down all over their balls, making a good sticky mess.
Come on, Matt said, let's both give her what for.
I pulled off their cocks with a satisfying pop from
my pussy. Then Ryan lay down and I clambered on
top of him and fed his cock into my cunt.
Then Matt came from behind, spat in my ass, then
started to slowly push his big prick deep up my shithole.
Holy shit, I cried as his full length filled up
my asshole. I huffed and groaned as they both fucked me.
They found a new rhythm in me. Ryan fucked my
cunt deep and he pulled out. Matt pumped my asshole deep,
one in, one out, fucking me over and over. This
was so good. Matt pulled my hair held me back
as he fucked my ass, and Ryan ripped my sweaty
gem top open and started to suck on my tits.
I drooled down my tits, completely out of control of
myself as the two big pricks skewered both of my holes.
They went to town on me, filling everything fully. Then
Ryan yelled I'm gonna fucking come. Matt grabbed my hair
hard and shouted, fuck so am I. Both of the
bastards unloaded in me, hot jets of cum, firing up
my cunt and shithole. I shuddered so warm and wet
inside and pushed out a deep, vibrating orgasm. We were
all hot, fucked, and delirious. I got up, their cocks
both flopping out of me and come pouring from my
fucked holes. Now that's what I call a workout, boys,
I said, wiping my face. How about next time you
bring a third trainer. I think my mouth could use
a workout while you two do my ass and cunt.
I cockily walked to my gym bag and towel at
the side of the room, dripping with spunk and stinking
of sex. I grabbed my stuff and left in my
ripped up jim clothes. See you next week, I giggled
as I walked out the door. The secretary in the
lobby looked at me, open mouthed. Now that's what I
call a fucking workout, honey, I said to her, and
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