Protein Shake

Normally, I intimidate men too much to develop real, genuine attraction to one. Now, it feels like I’ve fallen directly into the arms of two mega-hotties. Both of whom are—surprise, surprise—exactly my type.

Maybe I need a few more workouts with them to really figure it out.

As I let the water pour over my body, I start to imagine what our future sessions might look like. My hand creeps down my body and I slide my clit between my fingers.

Dirty. Our future sessions should be fucking dirty—so filthy that we’ll need to shower off afterwards just to feel clean again.

I picture Chase behind me, holding my hips to keep my form as I’m pulling weights. Running his hands down my legs slowly. Cupping my ass.

Rubbing his thick hard cock against my thin leggings. Ripping them at the fucking seam and plunging his cock into me as I turn the gym equipment to something to hold onto.

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.