The Love Of Money - Episode 269
17-08-25 (14:16)
Tuesday, 11:40 am
I face-planted into the firm cushion underneath me, my
nose buried into foam rubber and coated in a small
puddle of sweat as the smell similar to 'new car' filled
my nostrils.
"Good job," I heard Tara say, and I rolled my head to
the side to look up at the Olympically fit supermodel
figure crouching next to me. She stared down at me
with those bright brown eyes, smiling a small, crooked
smile. Wisps of hair that had fallen from her bun fell
around her face, framing it like clouds parting around an
angelic being.
My groin ground into the foam rubber as I admired her
beauty, an attempt at involuntary self-flagellation of my
own hardon. It simply wasn't fair that my personal
trainer was one of the hottest women I'd ever seen.
Besides her face, she wore a sports bra and a pair of
spandex leggings that showed off every lean curve of
her physique and displayed her perfectly sculpted
midsection, complete with perfect, sun-kissed skin.
She was walking perfection.
And she was a lesbian. Like I said. It simply wasn't fair.
"Thanks," I said, feeling embarrassed at being near the
end of my rope only thirty minutes into my workout
routine. I'd said I wanted serious results, but this felt
like she was going too far. Was it possible her routine
was tainted with a little bit of misandry?
"Ugh," I said and let my head hit the floor.
"Aw. C'mon," Tara said with just a hint of amusement.
"You can't tell me the assessment wore you out so
much."
"Nah," I said into the foam rubber. "Not the
assessment."
"Not getting enough sleep then?" she asked. "You're
gonna need to change that if you wanna train
properly."
"I technically got seven hours," I said.
A moment passed, and then she said, "Ah... think I can
have a good guess, then."
"Oh?" I asked and rolled my head back to look up at
her again. "What do you think it is, then?"
"Oh," Tara said, looking past me and toward the door.
"Reasons."
I looked in the direction Tara was gazing and saw Erin
and Bobbi standing just inside the doorway. Erin was
wearing an outfit similar to Tara's, while Bobbi was
wearing a pair of tight yoga pants and a t-shirt that
displayed a picture of a cat knocking a mug off a table
that read 'not today.' It would have been appropriate
for the collar she was wearing that had read 'Kitten' for
the last several days, but Erin and I had taken the
opportunity to change it to display 'Anal Slut’ while we
were discussing the state of her backdoor virginity.
Glancing back at Tara, I saw her still staring at the pair,
just a little too long and a little too hard, and I couldn't
blame her.
Even though she looked a little worse for wear, Bobbi
still looked fuckable in a messy way. Her hair was up in
a messy bun, and even though there were dark circles
under her eyes, that generous mouth looked like it
could do so many amazing things to a cock. Or a cunt...
in Tara's case.
Erin looked even more delicious, showing off her
impossibly narrow midriff, skin just a shade or two
darker than Tara's, and slender, svelte frame.
I recognized that look on my trainer's face. She would
have jumped in bed with either of them given half a
chance. Given half a chance, so would Erin. I would
have given less than half.
"Yeah," I finally said, my voice probably a little more
smug than I'd intended. "I guess we got a pre-workout
last night."
"I can see that," Tara muttered. "Looks like Bobbi got
the worst end of it."
"We definitely put her through her paces," I grunted as I
stood up, making sure I was loud enough for the pair to
hear. I normally wouldn't have been so blatant around
a professional like Tara, but something about having
Bobbi there seemed to instill a boldness in me that
otherwise wouldn't exist. She fueled the aggressive part
of my sexuality and made me say some things that I
wouldn't have under different circumstances.
I approached the pair of them standing in the doorway,
enjoying the way they watched me approach. Erin was
grinning like a fool at the game I was playing. Bobbi's
lips were parted, her expression neutral and pupils
dilated as she tracked my movements. I ignored my
assistant in favor of my sub as I closed the distance
between us.
Cupping a cheek in one hand, I leaned close. Bobbi
started to pull away out of sheer reflex, and I slid my
hand around to the back of her head, pulling her back
toward me. Our lips met for a soft, sweet kiss that
turned firmer and more heated as the seconds ticked
by, and after about fifteen, I pulled back and looked her
in the eyes.
Then I pulled her close so my lips were just beside her
ear. My free hand slid around to her tight ass and pulled
her against me, whispering, "She wants you, kitten."
Her breath caught a little at my words.
"And if I tell her she can have you, she will." I kissed
her ear softly. "Remember that while you're training
with her."
Pulling away, I released the back of Bobbi's head and
reached over to pull Erin closer, wrapping my arm
around her tiny waist. When the three of us were so
close that there was almost no daylight between us,
my assistant attacked my lips with hers. The kiss we
shared was a blazing furnace of wanton desire and lust
that lasted another twenty seconds or so.
When we parted, Erin turned her head to look at Bobbi,
who was still staring at me. When she failed to capture
my sub's attention, Erin reached up and placed a couple
of fingers on Bobbi's jaw and forced her to look into her
brown eyes as they met for a kiss of their own. I
lowered my head to Erin's shoulder and planted little
kisses along her bare brown skin, listening to the
sounds of their lips and tongues caressing.
I hadn't intended on giving Tara this kind of show, but
goddamn was I enjoying it.
Kissing my way up Erin's neck, I whispered in her ear,
"Tara doesn't get to have you. Not without my
permission. Tease her as much as you want. Touch her...
give her those looks I love so much. Nothing else. If it
drives you too crazy, you come find me, or you can use
Bobbi. Nothing goes near her ass, though." Don't forget to leave a Comment 
