Boardroom Bride

I pull my hand up and down against my pussy, tickling my clit between my fingers, the tingling pleasure growing more intense with each pass.

I picture Eric, moving in front of me as I’m doing squats. Standing there, all authoritative and unmoving. Watching me watch him while I show him what I’ve learned.

My eyes wander down the sexy, toned V-shape on his pelvis in my fantasy. I realize that his cock is out, ready to be sucked.

I’d slide his cock deep into my mouth and feel as his hand grips into my skin as I swallow it down into my throat.

I mean, the throat’s a muscle too, right? It deserves a workout of its very own.

Pumping iron never felt so good.

I move my fingers over my clit and start rubbing in a circle and hump against them as I fantasize about the men I’ve just met today.

I’m back to Chase, spotting me on a leg press. Climbing through the equipment, planting his face between my legs, teasing me with his teeth through the fabric of my gym clothes. Grabbing at my thighs and ass before pulling my pants down and kissing my pussy.

I continue the workout, raising up and lowering my pussy onto his tongue, letting him eat me out as we display proper form right there on the equipment.

Closer. I’

m getting closer.

I imagine Eric working me out on a pull-up bar. I go from pulling up to swinging on it, wrapping my legs around his hips and his cock thrusting into me.

I rub my clit hard and cup my breast in my free hand, pulling at my nipples and imagining Chase’s—no, Eric’s—teeth.

I imagine both of them.

Together.

Taking my pussy and my ass at the same time.

The very thought of the two of their cocks dominating me sends me into an intense orgasm. I squeal out their names. “Chase! Eric! Chase! Eric! Aaahhhhh! Don’t stop! DON’T STOP!”

My entire body tenses and shakes as jolts of pleasure escape my sore, aching muscle. I moan loud and toss my head back, letting the hot water hit my neck and flow down my spasming body.

Just as I open my eyes and my fuzzy vision becomes clear again, my heart skips a beat as I feel a hand against my waist.

Oh, fuck. It’s that kind of gym.

I panic for a moment, unsure of how to explain to the ultra-buff lesbian who must be positioned behind me right now that I don’t exactly swing that way.

Man, she has thick fingers, though.

I whip myself around and to my relief, the steam parts to reveal…

Not a big, burly lesbian waiting for me to drop the soap.

But Eric and Chase, shirtless and basking in the hot steamy air.

They’re looming directly in front of my naked, wet body. I’m a former model, so I’m not exactly short—but they’re fucking tall. Intimidatingly so.

I panic and throw my arm up over my tits. I cover my pussy with the palm of my other hand. I curl up into myself a bit and can feel myself start to back away, even though I want nothing more than to launch myself into them and let them fight over who gets to fuck my slutty little cunt first.

As if they’re reading my mind, each of them reaches out a hand to capture my wrists. They pull my arms away from my body with a masculine forcefulness.

It’s an act that says, No. We’re going to look at you, and you’re going to like it.

If I wasn’t wet before, I sure as fuck am now.