Page 19 of Training Maisy

Adrenaline spiked through Maisy, and at that moment, she would have done a hundred sit-ups just so she could feel his tongue soothe the ache between her legs. Forgotten was the fact that, up to that point, the best she had ever been able to get to was about thirty. She quickly got on the floor, raising her knees up till she was in the position to start. Then just before she started, Carter dropped down to his knees and slid in between her legs. Normally, he would hold her by her ankles to keep her steady while her back went up and down. But today, his hands slid up her legs, caressed her thighs, then she felt the pad of his thumb circle around her aching pussy, the friction causing another wave of arousal to course through her whole body. “Remember, my tongue here if you get to fifty.”

Maisy immediately started going up and down, mindlessly counting to try to distract her brain from the pressure of his thumbs just right around her aching sex but never quite on it. She got to thirty quickly, then powered through to thirty-five and then forty. But began to slow as she approached forty-five, but a quick swipe across her sex and adrenaline coursed through Maisy’s body as she completed the whole set, her body covered with a faint sheen of sweat, and her abdominal muscles feeling like they would cave in at any moment now. But all Maisy could think about was if he was going to fulfill his promise and help her ease some of the ache. Then she held her breath as she watched him lower his head, till she could feel his hot breath on her stomach. His fingers slid into the elastic of her shorts and then he dragged them off, just enough to expose her pussy, wet and hot and achy, to his watchful gaze. This time there was no preamble, no thinking or waiting, he just speared his tongue into the aching depths, going in and out as he fucked her aching center. He reached out and licked the wet folds, his lips sucking them in before he took them into his mouth.

Maisy gasped out loud as she was thrown into a sea of pleasure like she had never felt before. She felt her orgasm begin to approach and bucked into his mouth as she sought to bring it on as fast as she could. But just when she was about to come, he withdrew his tongue and stood up, walking to the small dispenser in the corner of the room and bringing back two bottles of water. Maisy stared in shock, not believing what was happening. She was just on the verge of having the biggest orgasm of her life, and he was handing her a bottle of water. If she’d been alone, she would have slipped a finger into her shorts and finished the work herself; hell, she wanted to do it now. But she knew it wasn’t the same, and there was no way her finger could come close to what Carter’s tongue could do.

Frustrated, she grabbed the bottle from him and gulped it down, then glared at him. He didn’t even acknowledge her look, just moved on to where the dumbbells were kept on a rack. Maisy stalked to the weight rack, too; knowing the process, she picked two dumbbells and started doing her arm curling exercises. She powered through the whole session with the adrenaline coursing through her body from her failed sexual fulfillment.

By the time they were done, her bones ached enough that her arousal was now a little dulled. She was still horny, but not like before, and she was already starting to feel the ache in her muscles. She knew that cardio was the next session and began to walk towards the stationary bikes when she felt him grab her by her waist, lift her up, and then turn her till her back was resting against a wall. Between her legs, right on her sex, his erect cock lay, and he thrust against her slowly. He kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth, then began to slowly rock his hips into hers, the friction from their clothes rubbing against her pussy and making her wet.

Then he dropped her but didn’t let her go, just covered her body with his. He bent his head and kissed her, his hands going under her shirt to palm her breasts over her workout bra. Kneading and pressing the mounds, with his tongue in her mouth and his thighs rocking her between her legs. Maisy kept her hands by her side, knowing instinctively that he would let her know when she could touch him. As it was, she was barely keeping her legs from folding under her as she felt waves of pleasure rock through her body from head to toe. He reached between them and slipped his hands into her shorts, his thumb sweeping across her fully engorged clit. Maisy moaned and wrapped her hands around his neck. Carter placed one hand under her chin and lifted her head up till he was staring directly into her eyes. His other hand still inside her pants, still rubbing the aching folds of her pussy. Soon Maisy felt it again, the impending arrival of her climax. Then again, just right at the threshold of her orgasm, Carter withdrew his fingers.

Maisy swore as she looked up at him, feeling the frustration written across her face. Carter, on the other hand, looked as if he couldn’t care less what had just happened. Then, as Maisy watched, he lifted his hand, the one that had just been teasing her pussy to an orgasm, and slipped each finger into his mouth. Maisy’s pussy clenched, and she felt a small trickle of wetness slide down her thigh. Then in the most arrogant voice, she’d ever heard from a man, Carter said, “Come on, baby girl, get on the bike and start pedaling.”

Maisy stalked to the bike and climbed on it, looking over her shoulder at Carter, who seemed content to just stand where he was and watch her. She started pedaling, slowly at first as she always did, then increasing her pace at every interval. All the while aware of Carter, who had come to stand beside her, his presence a constant thrum she felt between her legs. She didn’t know if this was a game to him, but she knew at that moment she had never been more frustrated in her life.

Yet, in a way, she loved the feeling of knowing he was totally in charge of her sexual gratification. She knew he was rewarding her for how much effort she put into her workout. But thinking of the time he spanked her, she realized that she loved getting punished, too. Loved it so much she wondered what would happen if she suddenly wasn’t cycling so fast. She had barely slowed down when she felt the crack of his paddle on her thighs. She immediately sped back up, then after a few minutes slowed down again, and again felt the crack of the paddle . . . this time on her ass.

For about forty-five minutes, Maisy tried to keep up the pace. And each time she slowed, she felt the crack of the paddle. Then suddenly, Carter’s hands encircled her from the back, and this time he reached for the hem of her shirt and drew it off. Her bra followed next, then his hands came and covered her breasts. His thumb flicked across her nipple, and Maisy moaned loudly. He withdrew and stepped back, and Maisy didn’t have to be told before she got down from the bike, mindless of her semi-nude state, as she followed him to the middle of the room. Carter used his mouth on her nipples, sucking, biting, till Maisy couldn’t help it any longer.

“Please, Carter,” she begged.

“Please what? What do you want, Maisy?” he asked in a voice that had gone guttural with arousal.

“Please make me come. I want your cock.”

He withdrew from her breast and came up to look at her. “Sure, but first . . .”

Then he proceeded to drag her to the floor and took the rest of her clothes off. Spreading her legs, he latched onto her clit with his lips and sucked hard, spearing his tongue inside her pussy. Maisy placed a hand on his head as she bucked against his mouth. He licked and sucked, his tongue tunneling in and out of her wet heat till finally she felt it come again. But this time he kept at it, till at last her orgasm hit her with the force of a freight train, and her scream as she came sounded just as loud. She was still riding the wake of her orgasm when she looked up to see him taking off his shorts to join her on the floor. She barely got a look at his erect cock before she felt it nudging the entrance of her pussy. He glanced at her, then bent and kissed her. His tongue entered her mouth as he penetrated her. He was big, achingly so, and his first few thrusts were slow as he sought to get her accustomed to his girth.

Maisy soon needed him to go faster, and she communicated this by grabbing his ass and rocking into his hips. He began to thrust faster and faster, his weight resting on his palms while he quite plainly fucked her. It was rough, it was animalistic, and Maisy was sure she would have a sore back after. But soon, she felt another orgasm approach as Carter also began to up his tempo, the lines on his forehead showing he also was on the brink of a release. Then she came, and this time, her whole world exploded in an array of colors as wave after wave of blinding pleasure wracked her whole body, her nails digging into Carter’s ass. Above her, she heard him grunt as he also came, slamming his cock into her fully till he was buried balls-deep. He stayed that way for a few minutes, then after a while rolled over and got up. Reaching down, he carried her into the bathroom in the inner office where he proceeded to show her, when it came to stamina, he wasn’t just good at lifting weights by making her come two more times.

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