Lupe Stalks Some Prey

Lupe tried to resist glancing sideway as the two men in the room eyed her ambitious weight stack.

But that was the point, her nipples pressed through her sports bra, toned midrift and cleavage exposed for the viewing as she laid back on the bench and exhaled heavily staring up at the bar.

Lupe wasn’t too concerned about the overall weight, her old self might’ve struggled with so much, but this was the new and improved Lupe.

Lupe focused on concealing the ease with which she was repping, deliberately dropping the barbel back in its holders and breathing heavily each time, ringing the proverbial bell to summon those she hoped to feast on.

Already Lupe could smell their arousal at the idea of being able to “rescue” her when they expected her to falter.

Satisfied that she had them distracted away from their weight training she let the barcome down pinning her.

With cold analytical thoughts Lupe fought to suppress a grin as the two men jumped into action. One above her head grabbing the bar as the other leaned over and matched him in speed and reluctantly helped lift the weights with them.

Kurt and Carlos knew each other pretty well, they regularly ran into each other here and shared what they were up to or had on the go.

Right now, it was Kurt nodding for Carlos to head to the door, all as Carlos was using his eyes to gesture for Kurt to leave.

Kurt suppressed a gasp of surprise as he felt Lupe’s head reach up to nuzzle his crotch as the barbel clanked into place on the bench, Carlos biting his lip with a head shake as he felt Lupe brush his crotch.

“Thank you.” Lupe remarked alluringly, forgetting any thought of feigning distress from her recent accident with the weights.

Looking between them Lupe sized them up, sitting upright and groping their hardening cock through their pants and shorts hoping to draw them away from rationality, and towards sexual impulse.

Her right hand fondled Kurt’s package, looking up at the black man she had to guess he was about 6’. His jar head cut and chiseled build in a one size too small shirt making Lupe think of how he looked a bit like a young Tyson.

Giving her best fuck me eyes and biting her lip, Lupe turned to meet eyes with the hispanic man who had also joined in her rescue. He was maybe 4” shorter than his black counter part, but just as jacked. His shaved bald head glistened under the flourescent lights with sweat from his own workout. His cock tented in his loose jogging pants, allowing for Lupe to feel his girth and stroke him.

“I want to thank you both for the help, I hope you don’t mind.” Lupe commented in a sultry tone, her hands hooking in the waist bands of the two men, fingers hooking down to try and brush their erections.

“I would love to, how about we go someplace more discreet. See you Carlos.” Kurt remarked sternly, taking Lupe’s hand and trying to guide her up to feel a tug of restraint.

Carlos was stuck with an utter what the fuck on his face directed at Kurt. He had just as much right to her, his mind bouncing full of pornographic ideas as he couldn’t think of anything better to base the situation on.

“You know, he did help to.” Lupe commented leaning in to Kurt, “And I’ve always wanted to suck two guys off at once.”

Kurt swallowed deeply at the idea looking around not entirely sure of the idea, never mind the genuineness of the real life porn he was stuck thinking he was living.

“You can even fuck me first.” Lupe remarked smiling as she could feel Carlos dropping his jaw behind her, “You can even pick the hole.”