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Fucked by gym trainer

Natasha and I continued to work out daily. There was a private gym in our building. A personal trainer, named Rob, was hired for us. He put us through the paces daily.

With all the working out we did, Natasha and I began to develop a fan club. The same three men showed up every time we worked out. Natasha and I found it funny that one of the men had started out a little tubby, but was obviously losing weight because he came every day to see us. I guess the "Watch Natasha and Tanvi Workout while You Workout" workout really worked.

During lunchtime, Aarav stopped over. Natasha and I were already in our workout close waiting for Rob. We both wore sports bras and form fitting shorts.

"Those shorts really hug your asses," Aarav commented. He walks up behind Natasha and rubs his finger across the underside of her ass. "Part of Natasha's ass even hangs out."

Natasha bends over at the waist in front of Aarav and asks, "Does my ass stick out even more when I stretch."

"Maybe a bit, wiggle your ass for me and let me really check."

Natasha wiggles her ass, rubbing it across Aarav's crotch. He grabs the tight shorts by the crotch and says, "Here, let me adjust these shorts for you," and lets the shorts snap down on her pussy, causing one of her pussy lips to be exposed.

I move besides Aarav and say, "You know, you really ought to be tipping her for dancing like that."

Aarav pulls a $100 bill from his wallet to tip Natasha. She turns around and shimmies up his body. Pulling down her sports bra, Natasha reveals her breasts, and Aarav slides the bill into her cleavage.

There is a knock at the door, and I walk over to get it, knowing it was Rob. Natasha turns around and again shakes her ass for Aarav. I open the door and Rob walks in.

A smile spreads across his face as he takes in the scene in front of him. "You appear to have started the workout without me."

Aarav smacks Natasha's ass and says, "Be a good girl, and show Rob how much you've earned."

Natasha saunters over to Rob. She pulls down her sports bra and her breasts pop out. The $100 bill flutters to the floor. "Oops," says Natasha. She turns around and bends over at the waist to retrieve the wayward bill. Her pussy lips are still sticking out from under tight shorts. She picks up the bill and holds it behind her without standing up.

"Hey, Rob, be a dear, and slide this bill into my shorts." She wiggles her ass suggestively as Rob accepts the money.

"Which side of the shorts would you like the money on? Do you want it on the left side?" Rob asks as he pulls the crotch of her shorts to the right, completely revealing Natasha's open pussy. Her piercing glints in the light let in by the massive windows. "Or do you want it on the right?" Rob moves the crotch of the shorts to the left, completely exposing Natasha's pussy again."

"Oh, you know, wherever you feel like sticking it."

Rob sets the bill on Natasha's right ass cheek and lets the shorts snap back on her pussy. Her lips still partially exposed.

"I'm suddenly feeling like a workout. Let me change quickly before you ladies head down to workout," Aarav says as he pulls his tie loose and steps towards my bedroom.

"You know," says Rob, "these ladies have quite a fan club. I'm sure they'd love the view we just saw."

"No doubt," replies Aarav.

"Tanvi and Natasha, how about you put skimpy little thongs on under your workout shorts. That way we can entertain your fan club and I can really get a good look at your asses to make sure I'm working all the muscles," Rob instructs us.

Aarav and I quickly change in my bedroom. On our way out of the bedroom door, Aarav smacks my ass and says, "Be a good slut and put on a sexy show." I nod and smile.

Natasha and Rob are waiting for us at the door. Rob grabs the backs of both our waistbands and pulls. "Those are some fine asses in skimpy thongs. Your fan club already approves." We both turn our heads and smile.

In the workout room we find our fan club already lifting weights. Aarav walks up to them, clearly the most fit out of all the men, and introduces himself.

"I'm Aarav," he says extending his hand and shaking each man's hand one at a time. Not-So-Tubby-Anymore's name is Chris. The red head is named Sean, and the brown haired guy is named Ben.

"I just moved my girlfriend, Tanvi," I give a quick wave, "and her friend, Natasha," Natasha does the same at the mention of her name," into the building a few weeks ago."

Chris smiles and says, "If you don't mind me saying so, your girlfriend is hot, and so is her friend."

"No need to tell me. I enjoy the view every day," Aarav says with a smirk. He picks up a set of weights and begins working his arms.

"All right, ladies," Rob begins, "let's get started with some stretching."

Natasha and I smile at one another and turn our asses toward the fan club. We part our legs and bend down at the waist. First bending down the middle, then to the right, and finally to the left.

Rob pretends to be checking on our form, but only adds to our performance by groping our asses. Aarav keeps lifting weights while watching. The other three men attempt to keep up appearances, but clearly slow down with their workout.

"Great, let's get a few weights and do some lifting exercises."

Natasha and I grab some weights. Rob positions us so our asses are again facing the fan club.

"When you bend for these dead lifts, ladies, keep your backs straight and boost your ass up in the air. I don't want you hurting your back doing this wrong."

We nod and start the exercise.

"Am I doing it right?"asks Natasha.

"How about me, is my form good?"

Rob gets behind us and takes a turn grabbing each of our asses.

"Ladies, I need a better look. Why don't you pull the shorts off so I can really make sure your ass is in the correct position."

We both set our weights down. Standing up, we slowly slide our shorts down. Both of our thongs are hardly more than string.

"That's great ladies. Let's try again."

We bend over, our barely covered, thigh framed pussies facing the men, and lift the weights.

"That's good, really good." Rob grabs each of our asses and spreads our cheeks. "Your asses look great. Definitely good form."

"Okay, let's switch exercises. Put one weight down, have a seat on the floor, still holding the other weight. Keep your legs together, lean back just a bit, and twist back and forth."

We follow Rob's directions for Russian Twists.

"Ladies," Rob scolds, "you need to keep your backs straight. Rob sits behind me, pushes one hand on my upper spine and rests his other hand on my left breast.

"Tanvi and Natasha, pull off your sports bras. I need to make sure your form is at its best."

My abs are burning, and my breasts bump against the weight but I am enjoying the view. Chris is visibly adjusting himself in an effort to hide his hard on. Natasha and my breasts keep moving back and forth in a mesmerizing kind of way. Occasionally Rob would grab them under the pretenses of checking our form.

"Let's get some squat lifts in. Grab up both weights and stand with your legs shoulder length apart. Bend at your knees, but make sure they line up with your ankles. When you squat down, your weights go down, when you come back up, your weights go to your shoulders."

We start the squats. Rob interrupts us to pretend to check the position of our knees. He stands between each of us, his hand snaking between our inner thighs. He slides our thongs aside, giving a full view of our pussies to the fan club.

Aarav is clearly enjoying the show, not bothering to hide his hard on as he lifts weights. Sean, Chris, and Ben can no longer hide their erections. Ben is openly stroking over his shorts. Chris and Sean soon follow suit.

"Ok, that's good. Let's do one last burner and see how long you can hold the plank position."

Natasha and I put our weights on the rack and then kneel down on the floor, our back ends facing the men.

"Ready and go."

Natasha and I each hold our plank form for two minutes.

"Great workout, ladies. Stretch out a bit."

We sit on the floor and spread our legs. Bending at the waist, we stretch down the middle, to the right, and to the left a few times. Standing up, we turn our asses toward the men, spread our legs, and stretch our inner thighs.

Rob stops us mid stretch and tells us our thongs need to come off. "We can't have anything get in the way of a good stretch."

Aarav chimes in, saying, "I agree. Rob, maybe you should make sure their inner thighs are really stretched out."

Rob sits behind me, his hands slide over my bare breasts, down between my thighs. Soon I feel his fingers on my pussy lips pulling them wide open.

"That's good, Rob. She's getting a good stretch. Here let me show you." Aarav picks up his phone and approaches me. He snaps a picture of my spread pussy. He quickly shows Rob the picture.

"Damn," remarks Rob, "that is a nice spread."

"I think I need help with my stretching too," pouts Natasha.

Rob releases my pussy and slides over to Natasha. He slides his fingers between her outer lips and pulls them open. Aarav takes a picture of Natasha's pussy to show Rob.

"Another nice spread," remarks Rob.

"Ladies, lay out on the floor and let me massage those muscles a bit," instructs Rob.

We both lay down and Rob takes turns massaging our asses, inner thighs, lower backs. He makes sure our pussies are put on display.

I hear a grunt and watch Chris get up to leave. There is a wet spot in front of his pants, but he seems quite happy. Ben and Sean both grunt around the same time and quickly follow Chris out the door.

"That was fun," Rob comments, as he hands us back our sports bras and shorts.

"Thanks, Rob," I say with a smile as I slide my clothing back on.

"I'd say our fan club walked away with happy endings all around," Natasha says with a smirk.

"There is still one member of your fan club left," says Aarav. "Come on ladies, let's head up to your place." Aarav turns to Rob and adds, "Thanks for working these girls out. You were very thorough."

"No problem."

Once upstairs, Natasha and I quickly strip and head for the shower. Aarav slides in with us. Soon there are sudsy hands moving over bodies. It's hard to tell where one body starts and the next one ends.

We rinse off and fall into my bed. Aarav lays on his back. Natasha sits on his face, her wet hair dripping down her back. I place Aarav's erect penis in my mouth and begin licking and sucking. It was more than a little entertaining pinning Aarav down while we worked him over. Massaging his balls, I slide my tongue up and down his underside. I take a moment to suck intensely on the tip of Aarav's penis. He squirms under me, but his arms are pinned by Natasha's thighs and I use my thighs to pin his lower legs.

"Uh huh, strong man. Keep working your tongue over my pussy," coos Natasha. Her head falls back and a blissful look crosses her face as Aarav's tongue works over clit.

Using my hand and mouth, I begin working Aarav's cock quickly. In no time, he is shooting his load down my throat. Natasha throws her head back, her fists clenched, and she lets out a moan as she comes.

I roll off Aarav and Natasha does the same. We all lay there for a minute catching our breaths. Natasha gets on top of me and begins making out with me.

"Your turn," she whispers, as she slides down my body and spreads my legs. Soon I feel her tongue lapping over my wet folds and circling around my erect nub. Slowly she inserts her fingers into me. Aarav leans over and begins kissing and pinching my nipples. I was definitely enjoying being the center of all the sexual energy. In no time, I was experiencing my own release.

We again lay back on the bed, with me in the middle, all of us buzzing with sexual satisfaction.

Aarav speaks up and says, "We're holding a party, a house warming party. Now that you have a fan club, I'm sure at least three people will show up. Plus there are a few Erickson Industry clients who've been known to have a good time. Mr. Erickson will definitely come. He hasn't checked out your new piercings."

"That sounds fun," Natasha says with a sigh.

"We'll have it catered, a DJ, open bar."

"This is sounding like more and more fun," I say, partially sitting up to look at Aarav. "When are you thinking?"

"Let's plan for two weekends from now."

***

Two weekends later, Natasha and I were standing in her bedroom staring at ourselves in the mirror. We were told not to wear a bra or panties. I wore an obscenely short red dress, and Natasha wore an equally short black dress. Any bending over on our part guaranteed an easy view of our pussies. My dress was loose in front with a V shaped cut that dipped all the way down to my belly button. The front of Natasha's dress boosted her breasts up to the point that they were barely contained. We both tied our hair up with ponytails perched high on our heads. In short, all our bits were accessible and we were completely fuckable.

"Bend over for me, bitch," Natasha says as she turns me so my back is facing her.

I bend over and grab my ankles. Natasha kicks my legs wider apart. She dives for my piercing and quickly pulls it out.

"What the fuck are you doing," I demand, trying to stand up.

"Relax," Natasha exclaims, using her hand to hold me down, "I'm just changing out the bar for a hoop. From her dresser drawer, Natasha pulls out a pliers, and a ring with a capture ball. In one quick move, she slides the ring in and uses the pliers to pinch the ring shut over the silver ball. "There, now fun stuff can be hung from your pussy. Now do me. I'll help."

Natasha lays down on the bed and spreads her legs. Her dress is so short, there's no need for her to pull it up. I look in Natasha's dresser drawer and find another ring waiting. Walking over to Natasha, I use my fingers to spread her lips apart, revealing every last nuance of her pussy. Carefully, I grip her piercing and unscrew the ball from the bar.

Just as I pop out the bar from Natasha's hood, Aarav and Aman walk into the bedroom. Ivan and Jeremy are following close behind. They are all dressed in button up shirts of various colors and excellent fitting slacks. I ignore them so I can concentrate on slipping the hoop through Natasha's clit hood. With a little help from Natasha, I lock the capture ball into place.

Aarav looks down at Natasha's spread pussy. "It appears our sluts can't keep their legs closed." He runs his finger through Natasha's folds, circling it around her clit.

Jeremy walks up behind me, turns me around, and pushes me on to the bed. "Be a good slut, spread those legs for us."

I lay back on the bed, my left breast popping out of the skimpy dress as I do. I scoot myself up a bit and spread my legs. Jeremy reaches down and shoves his hooked finger into my pussy and begins fucking me with it. I whimper and writhe on the bed. Jeremy pulls his finger out and inserts it into my mouth. I lick it clean.

"Johnny just texted to say Mr. Erickson is on his way up," Aman notes while typing a response on his phone.

"Too bad," mumbles Ivan, "now I'll have to wait to lick these two pussies."

"Okay, sluts, just stay right here, legs spread," commands Aman. "Mr. Erickson will be up to play with your pretty pussies."

Natasha and I wait on the bed for a bit, listening for the front door open. Eventually we get bored of waiting and begin making out. Natasha slips her hands under the flimsy fabric covering my tits and plays with my nipples. I let my hand slide down and to play with her clit.

We were so busy sucking face that we didn't notice Mr. Erickson walked in. I noticed the crowd first. Mr.Erickson with his wife, Jia, at his side, Johnny behind him, and to the side the four men.

"It smells like wet pussy in here. What are those bitches up to?" Mr. Erickson demands. Jia murmurs in Chinese into her husband's ear.

"My wife tells me the sluts can't keep their hands off of each other." He holds out his arm and Jia instinctively takes it. She guides him to the bed, until his legs bump the foot of the bed. He holds out his hand and Natasha grabs it and guides it to her pussy.

Mr. Erickson runs his fingers up and down her wet folds. He stops at her piercing and gives it a tug. I watch as Natasha bites her lip to avoid making a sound.

"Tell me sluts, who owns these pussies?"

"You do," we respond together.

"Were you told you could play?"

"No, sir," we again responded together.

"Johnny."

"Yes, sir."

"Come over and mark these sluts as claimed," Mr. Erickson orders.

Johnny comes and stands directly in front of me. From his pocket he pulls out a small plastic bag with silver charms in it. He pulls out one charm, and I see it is in the shape of mini handcuffs. Johnny hooks the charm onto the ring in my hood. Jia helps her husband move to the side so Johnny can do the same to Natasha.

"Now sluts, take time to look at each other's cuffs. What do you see?"

I lean over and take a close look at the cuffs. On one of the cuffs, I see "Property of" and the other cuff reads "Aman."

"Property of Aman," I say out loud.

Natasha pushes me back and examines my cuffs. "Property of Aarav," she reads out loud.

"That's right. You have been claimed by trusted members of my board. From this point forward, if they tell you to fuck and suck, you do it. Your pussies belong to them to make use of whenever the mood hits them. They can lend your pussies out to anyone they want, and your job will be to spread your legs as quickly as possible. Do you sluts understand?"

"Yes, sir."

The wetness between my legs gushed. I was so turned on by the idea of being ordered to fuck a random stranger because Aarav felt like I should. I was claimed, kept, and protected.

"Tonight, you are not to leave my side unless I give you permission." He pauses and stares at me expectantly.

I nod my understanding.

"You will be used as I see fit. Important clients have been invited this evening and you will help me make sure they continue to think very positively of Erickson Industries."

"I understand."

I watch as Aman pulls Natasha to his side. He whispers in her ear while groping her tits. She nods and giggles.

Jonny speaks up, "Guests are arriving."

Jia helps Mr.Erickson leave the room first. We all follow behind. Natasha's and my penthouse has been totally transformed. A dancing area is marked off on the rooftop with a DJ playing music. There is a makeshift bar on the roof and in the living room. The kitchen has been blocked off and a chef with a few sous chefs are furiously making food. Several servers, dressed in uniformed short black dresses are loading their trays with drinks or hors d'oeuvre.

"This is a party," Natasha exclaims, rubbing her body up against Aman. Aman pops her breasts over the top of the dress, wraps an arm around her, and guides her to a group of men.

I walk with Aarav, greeting a blur of men. Aarav keeps a possessive arm around my waist as he chats with various business interests. I realized I was arm candy and the thought just didn't bother me. I worked hard in my career, busting my ass, always expected to have the right answers. Here, I didn't have to think. It was relaxing to just be ordered around and do as I was told.

One of the men Aarav was speaking to pulled my attention back to the conversation at hand. "Your girl has some hot tits," he said.

The man was older, maybe 60s, with thinning hair on top and protruding belly. The word lecherous crossed my mind. I merely smiled, trusting Aarav to handle the situation.

Aarav pulled me so I stood in front of him, my backside touching him. He pulled the V shaped cut of my dress open, revealing my breasts. "She certainly does," Aarav said as he groped and lifted my tits in front of the lecherous man.

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