The Love Of Money - S01 E269

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The Love Of Money - S01 E269

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 269

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."