“You guys are worse than my granny,” Tiffany replied, marveling at her own daring. “I wouldn’t miss this class for the world. Not when we’re so close to the end.”
“That’s the spirit,” said Jamie, flashing her a heart-stopping smile. Tiffany felt her throat constrict and she forced herself to keep breathing.
The class went as usual, the three of them working together to help each other through every exercise. Tiffany tried to write it off as her over-active imagination but it seemed to her that Jamie and Sam were touching her more often than usual – and that their touches lingered longer than necessary. Jamie, for instance, kept running his hands up her inner arms, ostensibly guiding her as she lifted the barbell, but in reality just making her skin tingle and her pussy grow wet. Tiffany kept imagining what it would be like to simply drop the barbell and lean back into him while his strong hands ran down her breasts and thighs. By the time class was over she was dripping wet and unbearably horny. She barely gave the boys a chance to say goodbye as she smiled, waved, and dashed for the change room. All her worries at being invited out with guys that night had been pushed from her head by her desperate need for release.
Stripping off her clothes, Tiffany barricaded herself in one of the shower stalls and treated herself to a nice long soak – complete with visions of Sam and Jamie doing incredible things to her. As she brought herself to climax – with some help from the shower head - she imagined their muscular bodies wrapped around hers, cradling her between them as they took turns pleasuring her – their enormous cocks filling her to the brim as they made her come again and again. This time, Tiffany didn’t stop even when she heard other women coming and going. She knew that no one could hear her over the noise of the water and the fans and everyone else’s gossiping.
By the time Tiffany came to her gasping finale, the locker room was completely empty. She poked her head out and caught sight of the clock. It was later than she expected and everyone else was gone for the night. Shrugging, she wrapped herself in a towel and went to get dressed. At least this way she’d have the place to herself.
Dressed and ready to go home and finish her novel, Tiffany rummaged through her bag for her phone and ear buds, only to realize they weren’t there.
“Shit,” she whispered. Thinking back, she tried to remember where she’d left them. Surely they hadn’t been stolen? Who here would want her beat up old Samsung? Then she remembered: in her hurry to masturbate, she’d left her phone sitting in on the windowsill in the classroom. Hoping that it was still there and that the CrossFitarea still unlocked, Tiffany went back into the gym.
The gym was dark but there was a light on in the CrossFit room. Still hopeful, Tiffany picked her way through the equipment and pushed open the frosted glass door of the classroom. What she saw inside made her gasp.
Still shirtless from their work out, Sam and Jamie were wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing each other passionately. At the sound of Tiffany’s gasp, however, they broke apart, their eyes wide.
“Oh Christ,” said Jamie.
“No, no!” said Tiffany, waving her hands. “I’m so sorry. I just… I forgot my… I had no idea. I’m sorry. I’ll just… I’ll go.” She could feel her face go bright red.
“No!” shouted out both men in unison.
“Don’t go,” said Sam. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
Tiffany paused. “I don’t understand,” she said. “Aren’t you a couple? I had no idea…”
Jamie and Sam shook their heads. “We’re not a couple,” said Jamie. “It’s… we’re…” he looked at his friend for help.
“We’re into you,” Sam said bluntly. “We’ve been wanting to sleep with you since you started working out here. But tonight you just ran off and we got to talking and, well, one thing led to another and we thought we’d… hmmm... I dunno… practice, I guess.”
“Me?” Tiffany repeated, flabbergasted. “You both… with me?” her voice quavered and her knees felt weak.
“I mean… if you ever wanted to,” said Jamie. “Like, we get that you’re not interested—”
“Why do you think that?” Tiffany asked, appalled.
“Well, you never want to go for drinks or anything,” Sam shrugged.
“I’m interested,” said Tiffany decisively. She could feel her heart thundering against her ribcage, but the sight of the two men enjoying each other was too much for her. She wanted them and she wanted them now.
“Really?” Jamie grinned.
Tiffany nodded. “Let’s go,” she said.
“Like, right now?” Sam asked, his eyes widening.
“Right now. You’re not the only ones who’ve been waiting.” Tiffany knew that if she gave herself any time to think she would get too nervous and would run away. Reaching down, she pulled her shirt and sports bra up over her head and flung them aside.
Jamie moaned and Sam licked his lips at the sight of her tanned breasts still damp from her shower. Tiffany could see their erections pressing against the thin material of their shorts and they were just as big as she’d imagined them. She felt her pussy tingle in anticipation.
The men came forward, each taking one of her breasts in their mouths, sucking and licking her nipples as they pulled off her shorts. Tiffany gasped at the sensation, at once gentle and insistent. When they had her clothes off, Jamie knelt down, burying his face in her eager pussy and licking her from top to bottom, before swirling his tongue around her sensitive clit. Tiffany nearly screamed, her hands tightening in his dark hair. She’d never felt such intense pleasure.
Jamie slid her on to his shoulders and, grabbing her ass firmly in his large hands, stood up - his tongue and lips never ceasing their tantalizing ministrations. As Jamie began sucking Tiffany’s clit in earnest, she glanced down and saw that Sam had pulled off his friend’s workout shorts and sunk Jamie’s cock deep into his mouth. The sight of Sam blowing Jamie turned Tiffany on more than she thought possible and she ground her hips into Jamie’s eager mouth, moaning at his enthusiastic response.
Then Tiffany felt another pair of hands take hold of her ass, spreading her cheeks wide. Leaving Jamie’s cock behind, Sam had stood up and begun to lick and kiss the sensitive nerves of Tiffany’s anus while Jamie slid two fingers deep into her tight pussy.
“Oh Christ,” Tiffany screamed, the dual sensations too much for her. Her walls tightened around Jamie’s fingers and she came, covering the men’s faces with her salty juices.
They laughed, wiping their chins as Jamie lowered her onto the bench press. With trembling fingers, Tiffany took hold of Sam’s shorts and tugged them off him, revealing an enormous, bobbing cock. She licked her lips and looked up at him. “Oh God, please,” he moaned, straddling the bench press and leaning back against the bar.
Without waiting, Tiffany bent down and brought him deep into her mouth, her perfect red lips closing around the base of his shaft as she ran her tongue back up his length. Sam groaned in ecstasy, grabbing her hair in both hands. Tiffany was on her hands and knees on the bench press, her round ass high in the air, giving Jamie a perfect view of her wet, glistening entrance. Sliding onto the bench behind her, Jamie spread her wide with his thumbs and went back to work licking her slick pussy, running his tongue along every inch of her and gently sucking on each of her swollen folds. Tiffany moaned around Sam’s cock, her voice mingling with his.
Just as Tiffany was getting ready to come a second time, Jamie stood and slid a condom onto his own impressive erection. Aligning himself with Tiffany’s bobbing entrance, he took hold of her ass in both hands and sheathed himself to the hilt. He could see her hands clench around Sam’s thighs as she moaned in pleasure. Jamie caught Sam’s eye and the other man watched greedily as Jamie drew out, leaving just the tip of his cock inside Tiffany’s quivering pussy before thrusting it fully in again. He teased her like this for a few thrusts before Tiffany sat up, taking him fully inside, her ass pressed tight against his muscular abs.
Jamie groaned and grabbed her by the hips. Sam stood as well, and Tiffany reached eagerly for his slippery cock while Jamie began to pound her tight pussy with all he had. But Sam had other plans and turned around, lying on his back on the bench press and sliding down until his face was right underneath Tiffany’s pussy and he could see every wet thrust of Jamie’s throbbing cock. He reached up and smacked Tiffany’s ass as he took her clit into his mouth, sucking and licking while Jamie fucked her and she, caught off guard, bucked wildly against him, gasping at the sudden sensation.
Almost delirious with pleasure, Tiffany reached for Sam’s quivering erection, desperate to return the favor. Moaning, she sank her hot mouth around his rock hard member. The three of them worked in unison, their voices rising as the pleasure became almost unbearable.
With a shout, Jamie thrust deep into Tiffany one final time and came. His two friends looked at him and he smiled. “Don’t stop on my account,” he said, pulling out of Tiffany.
Sam sat up, pulling on a condom, and Tiffany eagerly clambered into his lap. Still straddling the bench press, Sam turned her around so that Jamie could watch and slid his bulging forearms under her thighs. Tiffany arched her back, her arms around Sam’s neck, giving Jamie an unobstructed view of her perfect tits and slender torso as Sam slowly lowered her onto his cock. Jamie groaned, feeling his spent erection twitch at the sight of his friend sliding in and out of Tiffany’s golden pussy, her juices running over Sam’s enormous member.
“Hard!” Tiffany commanded and Sam complied, burying himself fully in her eager folds. The faster Sam fucked Tiffany the more her breasts jiggled and the louder her moans became until Jamie, riveted by the sight of her slick, bouncing flesh couldn’t take it anymore. He threw off the condom and pressed his fresh erection to Tiffany’s parted lips. Her enormous blue eyes looked up at him through thick lashes as, smiling, she whirled her wet tongue around his dick before bringing him deep into her throat.
Sam stood up suddenly and, taking Tiffany by the hips, began to thrust with wild abandon as he felt his orgasm approach. His huge cock filled Tiffany to the brim, rubbing her g-spot frantically as he thrust deeper and deeper until she felt herself tighten around him as they both came. Listening to Tiffany’s moans rise and watching Sam’s frantic thrusts as her mouth worked his shaft feverishly was too much for Jamie and, to his amazement, he felt himself come again, his hands clenching in Tiffany’s tawny hair as she eagerly swallowed his seed.
Gasping for air as their orgasms faded, the three leaned against each other, their bodies slippery with sweat.
“Two workouts for the price of one,” Sam joked when he got his breath back. The other two laughed.
“That was amazing,” said Tiffany, her head resting on Jamie’s shoulder, while Sam cuddled on her from behind.
“Yeah,” Jamie replied, leaned against the wall to keep from falling over with exhaustion. “What are you doing after next class?”
Tiffany laughed. “You two, I hope.”
“Sounds good to me,” Sam murmured, nuzzling her neck.
Tiffany sighed dreamily, listening to their three thundering heartbeats. Who would have thought? All that time she’d spent daydreaming about these two men and now here she was, having the time of her life. Be careful what you wish for, Tiffany, she thought to herself with a grin, because you might just get it. If only she’d been brave enough to make a move earlier! But she knew now that her anxiety would never be an issue again. She felt ready to take on the world.
Suddenly she remembered that she still had a story sitting on her computer at home, waiting for her to finish it. She smiled. She knew just how she would end it. And then she’d have to call Sara! She’d never heard the end of it. It would be “I told you so!” for the next ten years. But Tiffany didn’t mind. She was so happy and proud of herself that she wanted to tell the whole world.
“Hey,” Sam said eventually, “you guys wanna go shower? And, you know, maybe do it again?”
Tiffany and Jamie laughed and, hand in hand, they headed for the change rooms.
THE END
Breaking Her Rules
Chapter 1
The bright light coming from the computer screen almost blinded Ariana Hanes as she brushed her bangs away. Her chestnut-colored hair had gotten longer in the past couple of months and that also meant the hair covering her forehead had grown a couple inches, too. Her bangs were long enough now that they seemed to stab at her eyeballs, blinding her further.
She let out a huff before throwing her pen on the desk. It was Friday night and instead of going out with a couple of her girlfriends, she was stuck here at the office doing some overtime work to meet the deadline her boss had set.
Casting a glance at the clock hanging up in the sky just outside the tall building, she saw it was almost six-thirty. Her friends would be getting ready by this time, laughing and chatting with a few touch-ups on their make up before shimmying into their tight dresses. Ariana really wished she was doing that right now. But she had chosen to do the right thing by spending a couple of hours at work so Jayden wouldn't complain again.
Jayden Adams had been her boss of a year. She had been attracted to him for a very long time, but Ariana never mixed business with pleasure. There was a time and a place for attraction and lust, but sadly, it didn't belong in the office. Her love life or her sex life didn't involve hot employers fucking her on the side of the desk while they moaned her name.
She had sworn to herself she would never sleep with any of her employers. And so far, she hadn't gotten involved with any of them. Ariana planned on keeping it that way. The last thing she needed was to worry about losing her job after letting her heart take over the rationality of her brain. One-night stands would never bring anything good to her or the other party.
She fought back a yawn and adjusted her blue-rimmed glasses. A headache was starting to crawl its way up to her head, and Ariana realized that it would only make her want to think about going home and crawling into bed. She really should have chosen a different night to work late...
Tonight wasn't the night for work and trying to catch up on due dates. Tonight was the night to get wild and crazy. But how could she even do that? She was the only here with her computer still on.
The light continued to blare at her face, making her wince as a throb started at her temple. Ariana ignored it.
"What can I possibly do?" she asked herself, looking around.
It was pretty dark already and the office was disturbingly quiet. It wasn't a surprise anymore to her that she was the only one here. She was used to being alone, anyway. She had grown up to be independent and relied on herself most of the time. Ariana had studied away at college, striving for a better future. Now, years later, she had finally graduated and was working as a secretary for a well-known company. Though it was tough at times, she couldn't lie and say that Jayden was an asshole as far as an employer. He was kind of the opposite.
Jayden was tall, masculine and handsome. He had beach-blond hair and a pair of the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. He had an athletic build which was why a lot of women pined after him.
He was everything a woman could want in a man. He was charming, independent, reliant on himself, and there seemed to be no obstacle he couldn't handle. It was surprising that a man like him would keep in regular touch with his family. It was kind of refreshing and nice on her part, though. Ariana had to admit that she hadn't seen her own family in a very long time. She couldn't even remember the last time she had visited them.
A small crash came from his office and broke her train of thought. Frowning, she stood up and sauntered in that direction. She stopped short in front of the door, hand on the knob as if unsure whether she should see what was going inside. She was pretty sure Jayden had left already. There was no one here but her. Could it be a ghost?
The thought of paranormal activity around here ma
de her want to laugh and bolt out the door at the same time.
"Don't be a coward," she muttered to herself before finally turning the knob.
She gathered enough courage before opening the door and stepping inside. It was dark, as she had expected. But there was a tall figure standing by the window. She gawked, her feet planted on the floor as her brain told her to run and leave. But it seemed that her body had its own mind. She stayed there, looking at what could possibly be a ghost. Or, more likely, a thief.
When the dark figure moved and turned toward her, she almost jumped up in the air. She realized just then that it was her boss. Jayden stood in the shadows with his face hidden, moonlight shining over his beautiful body. Those blue eyes were hidden under the strands of hair that had fallen over his gaze. She itched to come closer to him and push his hair away, but she remained where she stood.
"Jayden?" she asked.
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