The Trainer: Part Two

Three best friends become entangled in a web of seduction at the hands (and other parts) of their hunky new gym trainer.

• Tammy just wants to tone up. Some parts aren't as firm as they were in college. When she joins the new gym in town, she's sucked into a game of seduction by her hunky new trainer and his gorgeous assistant.

• Lynn and her husband have a sexy arrangement. She gets a little on the side from time to time, and he gets to fulfill his voyeuristic fantasies. When Lynn learns about Tammy's hot new trainer, she makes the move to set up a little in-home workout of her own.

• Kelsey and Luke's love life has become a bit too tepid for her tastes. It's time to spice things up a bit. Maybe it's time to bring back some of those wild college days and turn up the heat! When Lynn and Tammy can't say enough about the gym stud that's rocking their world, Kelsey knows that he's just the one to help reignite that marital spark.

Told with Lisa X Lopez's addictive filthy prose and seductive style, The Trainer is a novel-length adult dive into the lives of three hotties who are ready to sweat it out with their over-endowed gym trainer, and each other! Pick up this hot new novel and get the latest dose of Lisa's dirty fantasies.

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The women outside the door filled Tammy’s head that night, as well as the next day. Imagining the women going into Kyle’s office, each night after Tammy herself had left, made her get herself off three times. Was this happening with all of them? Every night, when she left, while Tara walked her down the hall and out the door, were those women all sleeping with Kyle?

Were they each on their knees, with Kyle’s cock in their mouth? Were they pleading with him, like the sexy Latina, asking him to fuck them? Were they all going through this same odd ritual of Kyle denying them this pleasure until he had claimed the rest of their bodies? Was this in store for her, as well?

Tammy had so many questions, each of them fueling the hot fantasy. The biggest question, though, was one she couldn’t actually answer for herself. Did she want it to happen to her? If she didn’t want it to happen, why was she rubbing her pussy to the thought of it?

It was because Kyle was ridiculously handsome. More than that, though, he exuded an air of confidence without being macho or cocky. It was sexy. Obviously, she wasn’t the only one who that this way, considering the revolving line of women that were eagerly waiting to take their turn with him every night.

Listening to the Latina woman, with her pleading and her moaning, her readiness to do anything, also indicated that Kyle was a stud in the sack. Tammy wasn’t a stranger to sex. She loved it, but it was not so easy it had once been to get in a casual fling. In her college days, it had been nothing to go home for a night of fun with a good looking guy. That was fifteen years ago, though. A casual one-off didn’t have the same appeal.

The men her age, also, were not college boys with an extra helping of stamina and resilience. They were pushing middle age, like her, many of them working desk jobs and going home tired. Kyle wasn’t. Kyle was the picture of virility, and judging by the little she’d heard of his prowess through the door, he was a pleaser. It just made the hot little fantasy that much hotter, made her reluctance erode. She wanted to hear more.

***

Though Tammy did not wish anyone ill, her pussy was happy when Tara was still not back on by the next session. Before coming to the session, Tammy had put in just a little extra work tonight. She was subtle, but the hint of makeup was noticeable. Under her workout clothes, she’d chosen something a little sexier, rather than her normal, bland undergarments for spending time in the gym. Not that she expected anyone to see them, but wearing them gave her a sexy boost when Kyle took her measurements tonight.

Rather than her usual stiffness, she was a bit more relaxed, leaning into Kyle’s touching and giving him slightly flirty looks. Even her responses to questions were softer, occasionally answered with a bit of inuendo. She could tell that Kyle noticed it, as well, by the crooked little smirk on his face. It was on this night that Kyle gave her his first command. And she obeyed.

She modeled the tiny bikini for the progress photo, now feeling hotter in it and less embarrassed. The progress she’d made was noticeable. She was trimming up, tightening, gaining definition. She could feel it and she could see it. Kyle, taking the first photo, added something which was unnecessary to the process. He was giving her a test, Tammy knew, a test of her willingness to receive further commands, which would also be unnecessary to her fitness goal.

While she posed for the photo, and then Kyle took it, he casually suggested, “Spread your legs just a bit, Tammy. I want to take one more.”

Tammy blushed slightly, but she followed the order, spread her legs a bit wider apart, and Kyle took a second photo.

“Now, turn around and show me your bottom,” he instructed.

Again, Tammy did it, turning to stick her ass out toward him. He took another photo.

“Great. You’re looking hot, Tammy,” he said, using the word for the first time.

She’d been pretty, or good, even great, but never hot. The change was not lost on her.

“Now, go change into the lingerie, so we can get another few shots,” Kyle ordered.

Tammy complied. She returned in the first set and this time she spread her legs apart for the camera without being prompted. Kyle smirked at her, recognizing an invitation to press further. He hadn’t hit a limit. This, Tammy was willing to do.

“Show me the back, Tammy,” he said again, and she did.

He took the photo.

“Now, would you like to turn around and lean forward, so the camera can see your breasts?” Kyle asked, casually, almost dismissively, not an order but a question.

Tammy answered it by turning around and leaning forward to put her hands on her knees. Kyle took the photo. He instructed her to change into the second set. This time, she didn’t pose as normal.

“Lay on the cot, on your side,” Kyle instructed.

Tammy did, propping herself up on one elbow and allowing Kyle to photograph her. He nodded, they copied the images to the computer and he allowed Tammy, still dressed in the lingerie, to upload them to the server.

“You’ve come a long way in a short time,” Kyle said, standing close to her, the bulge of his cock quite noticeable, “How do you feel?”

“I… I like it,” Tammy said, with her eyes on his cock.

She noted that she’d said the words to his erect penis, rather than his face and blushed.

“Don’t worry,” Kyle said, and tilted her chin up to meet his eyes, “We still have more training to do, before you’re ready.”

Tammy felt herself swallow hard as he looked down on her. His hand slid away.

“I think that’s enough for tonight,” he said, stepping back, “Great job, Tammy.”

“I should… get changed,” she stammered, and hurried to the bathroom.

She returned in the clothes she’d arrived in and Kyle showed her out. Tonight, it was the gorgeous redhead outside the door. Tammy allowed her in and started walking slowly down the hall. When the door shut, though, she quickly crept back and listened.

Inside she heard the woman giggle and then gasp, giggle again. Kyle sighed pleasurably and then there came the sound of wet sucking, sloppy, noisy, the woman moaning with desire. She was sucking his cock. Tammy was certain of it.

“Yeah,” Kyle said, deep and low, “That’s it, slut. Good girl. You’re so good at it now, aren’t you?”

The woman hummed her agreement around his cock and continued to suck it. For several minutes it went on like this, Kyle groaning, the woman sucking and moaning. Finally, she gasped again and then the cot made a noise.

“Oh… oh my God,” she hissed, “Fuck! Oh…”

The sounds of her disbelief and pleasure became muffled and Tammy thought that Kyle was kissing her, kissing her as he pushed his cock into her on the cot. The same cot that Tammy had just lain on for the photo. Quickly, she glanced around, then continued to spy. The cot squeaked and the woman let out a sharp squeak that was muffled by her lips on Kyle’s, and then a rhythmic squeaking started. Tammy touched herself through her shorts, quickly.

The cot squeaked and rocked and the woman became louder, her voice still muffled, but not by Kyle. She must be trying to keep herself quiet, Tammy thought, and then thought of how good it must feel if she had to force herself to keep that degree of pleasure inside and quiet. She sounded like the effort of it was nearly painful. Then, she shrieked and it, too, became muffled, likely by Kyle’s hand over her mouth. The shriek was followed by several more squeals of enjoyment and Tammy realized that the woman had just orgasmed.

Just a few minutes of fucking on the cot and she’d cum so hard that he had to practically suffocate her to keep her quiet. The thought made Tammy’s knees shake. Wanting to hear more, but afraid of being caught, she quickly and quietly walked back down the hall toward the doors, out into the night. The orgasmic squealing of the redhead filled her thoughts for the entire night.

***

Tara had returned from her illness by the next session, which made Tammy feel a bit disappointed. She’d played with her pussy three more times, thinking about the redhead and about her own sexy photos. After the session, though, Tara did not escort Tammy out the door. Instead, she stayed in the office.

“You’re okay walking out, right?” Tara asked, “I’ve got to help Kyle catch up on some things from when I was out.”

“Yes,” Tammy agreed, “That’s fine. It’s good to see you back.”

Tara gave her thanks and shut the door. Once more, Tammy began to walk down the hall, but then snuck back. Tonight, there was no woman waiting outside. Tonight, it was Tara. Tammy’s fantasy kicked in, taking over her rational mind, turning her into the spying freak again. She pressed her ear to the door.

This time, there was no muffled moans. Tonight, it was dirty and it was dominant. Tonight, Tammy was the one muffling her moans outside the door.

“Fuck, I missed it,” Tara said, “I fucking missed your cock so much.”

There came the sound of her wet mouth around it, but not slow and sensual. She choked herself on it, spit on his cock, sounding as though she were fucking her own face on it. Kyle only sighed and groaned. Finally, Tara came up for air and Tammy could hear her fist pumping wetly on Kyle’s dick.

“Do it, you bastard,” Tara spat, “Fucking do it. Push that dick in me and own this fucking pussy. Do it!”

Tammy was taken aback. She’d said some dirty things herself, but Tara sounded like she was possessed. She gave a little squeak and then a gasp, then a sharp intake of breath. A moment later Tammy heard the wet slap of flesh on flesh and Tara yelped. The slap came again, then Tara began to pant and to grunt. The slaps became hard, hot, rapid and Tammy could imagine the trainer bent over the desk as Kyle took her, hammering her pussy relentlessly. It would have to be a hard fucking to make Tara squeal like she was now.

They weren’t trying to hide it, to keep it quiet. Kyle fucked the woman hard and fast, growling and calling her a slut, a whore.

“It’s my pussy, isn’t it, Tara?”

“Fuck! Yes!” Tara agreed.

“Not your boyfriend’s?” Kyle asked.

“Fuck him!” Tara said, and Kyle laughed.

The two of them were like animals, spitting and snarling, bucking and humping. Tammy could hear papers falling, the desk sliding loudly by inches across the floor. The fucking was aggressive and loud, the two of them like warriors beating on each other, but Kyle was winning. Tara stopped yelping and squealing, instead moaning, gasping, and then giving several sharp, short cries as she came. The fucking lost some intensity and as much as Tammy wanted to stay and listen, she knew she was pushing it. Eventually, someone would come by the hall and catch her, or she’d make a noise and give herself away. Reluctantly, she pulled her ear from the door and retreated.

***

Tammy wore a new dress to dinner the next evening, where she met Lynn and Kelsey. The dress was tight, figure-hugging and sexy. It made Tammy feel hot.

“Jesus,” Lynn exclaimed, drinking her in, “You weren’t kidding about that new gym, were you?”

Tammy blushed as she met them at the front of the restaurant.

“You like?” she asked, doing a little twirl.

Kelsey whistled.

“Hot!” Lynn said.

The three of them went inside, where a hostess showed them to a table.

“Seriously, Tams,” Lynn said again, opening her menu, “You look great. What have they been doing to you over there?”

Tammy shrugged and answered, “It’s my trainer, really. He’s great.”

“Ooh,” Lynn cooed, “Got yourself a hunky gym stud?”

Tammy’s cheeks were rosy, but she shook her head, saying, “It’s not like that. He’s… he’s very professional.”

“Seems to be motivational, though,” Kelsey added, “You can’t stick with a routine to save your life.”

A server appeared nearby.

“Good evening,” the girl said, “Can I get you all some drinks?”

“Just water for me,” Tammy ordered.

“Boring,” Lynn said, “I’ll do the house wine. So will she,” she added, nodding toward Kelsey.

“Thank you, master,” Kelsey jested.

“Think nothing of it,” Lynn said, grinning, then to Tammy, “So, spill it. Is he hot?”

“Who?” Tammy asked.

“The gym stud.”

“Oh. He’s... he’s very handsome,” Tammy admitted.

“Handsome? Since when are you so timid with the expletives?” Kelsey asked.

“You remember that you once described a man as a horse-cocked, pussy pounding fuck machine?” Lynn reminded her.

Tammy laughed and added, “I was exaggerating. A little bit. It was more like a donkey.”

“You seem to know a lot about animal cock,” Kelsey said, looking over her menu.

“Okay, yes, the trainer is hot. He’s like, more than hot,” Tammy admitted.

“Are you gonna go down on him?” Lynn asked.

“I told you,” Tammy said, rolling her eyes, “It’s not like that.”

“What’s his name?” Lynn asked.

“Kyle.”

“Cute!” Lynn squealed.

“Maybe you guys should join?” Tammy suggested.

“Are you calling me fat?” Lynn asked.

The server returned with drinks and set them down.

“Yes. You’re fat,” Tammy said, “You should drop some weight. Get your big ass into the gym with me.”

“Are we ready to order?” the server asked.

“I’ll do the sirloin,” Kelsey ordered, then added, “and she’ll do a taco salad,” she nodded to Lynn.

“Thank you, slave,” Lynn said.

“You two are so gay,” Tammy said, “Caesar salad for me, please.”

The server took the orders.

***

Before her session the next day, Tammy found Tara talking with another woman at the reception desk. She looked Tara over, looking for some signs that she’d been fucked, but nothing stood out. She’d never be able to look at her the same way. Every time she saw her, now, she’d remember the hard, hot, nasty fucking in Kyle’s office.

“Tara,” she asked, approaching.

“Hey, Tammy,” Tara greeted her.

“I have a friend that’s thinking of joining. Does Kyle have any openings for a new client, do you think?” Tammy asked.

Tara smiled and said, “I guess that depends on you.”

“Me?” Tammy asked.

“If you and Kyle think you’ve hit your goals, and you’re ready to go into advanced training, that opens up a spot. Let’s talk to Kyle tonight.”

“Alright,” Tammy agreed, wondering about advanced training.

***

After the session, in Kyle’s office, Tammy changed into the first bikini once more for the photos. Tara watched as, once again, Kyle took the photos. This time, though, he guided Tammy to the cot and had her sit on it. Blushing, she did so.

“I want you to spread your legs for me, Tammy,” Kyle instructed.

Tara, leaning against the desk remained impassive. Tammy parted her legs.

“Good girl,” Kyle said, and took the photo.

Tammy changed into the next suit, the very small one, and Kyle had her repeat the pose. The miniscule suit made Tammy feel slutty as she spread her legs for Kyle. He took the photo. They repeated this process with the lingerie, and then Kyle transferred the photos. Tammy uploaded them, then she examined them with Tara and Kyle standing to either side of her.

“These are looking so good, Tammy,” Tara remarked.

“Absolutely,” Kyle agreed, “A real improvement Tammy.”

Tammy had to agree. She could see the difference in her figure from the first photos. It looked sexy.

“What do you think, Tammy?” Tara asked.

“I’m really happy with the results,” she said, then turned to Kyle, “Thank you,” she said.

She blushed as she realized she had just thanked the bulge in his shorts, and then met his eyes.

“Tammy said she has a friend that she’d like to bring in,” Tara said, “What do you think, Kyle? Is Tammy ready to move on?”

Kyle seemed to consider it and then asked, “What do you think, Tammy? Have you hit your goal? Do you feel sexy in your suits and your lingerie?”

Tammy nodded and looked at Kyle’s cock. She could feel a tension between the three of them that hadn’t been there before, like they all knew something was going to happen, but none of them wanted to do anything first.

“Do you want Kyle to give you more training?” Tara asked, and her tone had turned husky and quiet.

“I… what do I have to do?” Tammy asked, and she realized that she was shaking.

“What do you want to do, Tammy?” Kyle asked, and his cock twitched in his shorts.

“Can I…” Tammy started, hesitated, swallowed, then asked, “Can I see it?”

“Go ahead,” Kyle said.

Tammy looked at Tara, as though for permission, like she was a child about to take a cookie. Tara nodded. Tammy reached out her hand and her fingers touched his cock through the shorts. For a moment she just ran her finger along it, her lips parted. Her cheeks were hot and her pussy was wet as she looked at it, as if it were her first time ever touching a cock.

“It’s okay, Tammy,” Tara assured her, “We know you’ve been looking for a while. Everyone looks. We all think about it. Go ahead.”

Tammy felt silly with her hands shaking. She’d been with a dozen men. She’d spent the night with more than one at the same time. It had been a long time, but her naughty side was still in there. She reached out and put her hands on Kyle’s shorts, drew them down. It was different, because the situation was different, she decided, just before his cock came into view. Kyle wasn’t some college hookup or a boyfriend. He was someone that she was paying for a service, and it wasn’t for his cock.

When it began to break free of his shorts, though, she thought that she might consider tipping him for it. It wasn’t the longest cock she’d seen, but certainly the thickest. The girth of it made her groan sluttily as it bobbed in her face, hard and hot. It was a beautiful cock, with a slight upward curve that she could just imagine would rub a woman’s g-spot in a fantastic way.

“Put your hand around it, Tammy,” Tara whispered in her ear, “Don’t stop now. It will look so good in your hand.”

Tammy swallowed and put her hand around it, stroking it in her fist slowly, feeling the hot skin slide back and forth. God, it had been too long, she thought, and this was a dick worth breaking out of her rut for. What the hell, she decided, and opened her mouth. She fit her lips over the big head of it, with Tara watching, unprompted, stretching her jaw wide to get around the fat knob. Fuck, it was thick!

“Good girl,” Kyle said, and Tammy felt that jolt of warmth in her pussy.

“Keep going, Tammy,” Tara encouraged her, “Let’s see how far you can take it.”

Tammy felt so hot. She’d done some kinky things, but never had another woman encouraging her to suck cock in a back office of the gym. She breathed through her nose and took more of Kyle’s length, feeling like a snake trying to swallow a mouse. She managed a few inches of it before she had to stop and pull back, wetly sliding her lips back over it to her head, where the ridge of his mushroom tip touched the back of her lips.

It felt slutty, and it felt sexy as she flicked her eyes upward and saw Kyle’s encouraging smile, that nod, like he gave her when she was doing situps on the mat.

“Just a little more, Tammy,” he said, “You’ll get there.”

Tammy went back down, slowly engulfing his thick stalk. Kyle put his fingers around it, an inch from where her lips stretched, so lewdly, around it, to give her a goal to reach. Tammy went for it and her lips touched his fingers. Tara placed her hand on Tammy’s head and held it firmly, but not forcefully.

“You’re doing so good, Tammy,” she said, “Can you take a little more?”

Tammy tried, forced another inch, but it seemed like there was so much more to go. She pulled back and then went for it again. A third time she repeated it, and then a fourth, a fifth. Tara’s hand left her head and then Tammy was truly sucking Kyle’s cock, moaning around it with her eyes watering and her jaws aching. The office was filled with the sounds of her wet slurping and she could feel a leak of warm spit squish from the corners of her stuffed mouth.

Tammy had always enjoyed giving head, feeling the throbbing length of a cock in her mouth and knowing that she was giving a man that pleasure. This was no different a feeling in that respect, but the pure eroticism of doing it for her trainer, while another woman watched, added a hot thrill of wrongness to the act that made Tammy wet. Again and again she lathered his pipe with her saliva, bathed it with her tongue and moaned like a porn star.

Finally, she had to come up for air. She took it from her mouth and worked her jaw as she gasped and swallowed.

“It’s too big,” she squeaked.

“You did great for your first time,” Tara said, stroking her hair, “You want to take it all, don’t you?”

Tammy nodded, realizing that she did want to take it all. She had a new goal, just as they’d known she would. She leaned forward to put his cock back into her mouth, but Tara stopped her.

“Not tonight,” she said, “You’ve had enough for tonight. You can have more when you come back, alright?”

Tammy shuddered at the words and felt hotter, knowing that she did want more of it. She wanted to suck on it again. She wanted Kyle to see that she could take it, to make him proud and have him tell her she was good. Why did she want that? Why was she allowing Tara to decide that for her? It felt right, though, after the weeks of listening to their commands, their instructions, their guidance.

“I can do it again, next time?” she asked, never looking away from Kyle’s cock.

“Of course,” Kyle said, “What’s your new goal, Tammy?”

“I want to… to take it all,” Tammy said, blushing.

Kyle nodded and said, “That’s right.”

Kyle left his cock exposed as Tara helped Tammy to stand. She showed her to the door and said, “It’s okay to listen. You can listen to Kyle fuck me.”

Tammy blushed and her mouth worked, but Tara only smiled as she opened the door, then shut it. Tammy stood for a moment, looking at the door, then down the hall, back to the door. She put her ear against it and heard the sound of Tara sucking on it. Could Tara take it all? Was she better at it? For long minutes, Tammy listened to her sucking, slurping, moaning. Then, Kyle began to fuck her again, loudly, and Tammy wondered how long it would be before Kyle was fucking her, too. As she listened to Tara’s passionate grunts and curses, she felt a twinge of jealousy that he wasn’t already, and then a flash of shame at just how much she actually did want it.

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