Simon's Sunday

Simon awoke to an empty bed, his phone ringing over and over again, and a sick feeling in his stomach. Briefly taking a moment to vomit into the toilet, he answered the phone, realizing it was Richard, whom was calling him to talk.

"Hey Mia, I might be a bit late for the gym. Make sure to watch one of the videos. I'll text you when I'm on my way." Richard said, and Mia, sick to her stomach from the night before, nodded.

Tanya was gone, meaning he had to put on his makeup and gym outfit alone, worry filling his stomach, replacing the sickness in it. Would he be able to pass? Would Simon shine through the costume? Not having time to contemplate it, Mia downed her morning medication, rubbed the cream into her face, downed coffee, and then threw one of the videos Richard had given her onto the TV. Her brain focused in on the video. She felt connected to the instructor, and the world faded away, making her workout over and over again.

"Mia?" Richard's voice from behind the door pierced her focus.

"Si, si. Coming!" Mia said, hurrying to turn off the video and open the door. She was covered in sweat and panting for breath, and Richard looked impressed.

"How'd you like the videos? Mary always got a damn fine workout from 'em." Richard said. His voice took on just a bit of sadness.

"Si, si Senor Richard. Muy bien." Mia said between pants. Fixing her ponytail, Mia popped another of her anti-anxiety medication, very nervous that her disguise would fail. It did not.

"Sorry about the lateness. Hey, are those Mary's old yoga pants? They fit you well!" Richard said with a smile.

"Gracias Senor. Tu are kind for giving mi them." Mia replied, turning her back to show off her butt; a woman's of Mia's age would certainly want compliments there? "Do they make Mi butt muy gordo? Fat?"

Richard chuckled. He patted her butt with a bit of affection, and tickled her ribs, letting his hand rest on her butt. "That's a trap question Mary would ask. You look fine. Let's go workout. Grab a shake to get some calories in."

Mia nodded, downing the strawberries as she waltzed out to the car, and Richard followed close behind. Everything zoned out after that, and the next thing she knew, she was on the stair stepper, looking at the timer, realizing she'd gone for 45 minutes already; her watch told her she'd been working for at least a hour and a half.

Sitting in Richard's car, Mia struggled not to pass out from exhaustion, and he laughed. "You were oddly dedicated to that workout. Miss our time yesterday?"

"Mhm. Muy....Yo adora our time." Mia said with a smile. He smiled back, the smile stolen by a brief flicker of regret, and then determination. Mia looked at him confused. He didn't comment on her response.

"Before I drop you off, I wanted to stop by to grab some things. Do you mind?" Richard asked. Mia shook her head.

'Grabbing some things' apparently meant stopping at one of Richard's haunts, which devolved into him explaining to her all the different powders, pills and the like that he took to maintain his great shape. Mia felt like a fish out of water, not experienced in this world in the slightest, tried to continue the conversation by asking if she should be taking the same things as Richard.

"Oh no. That stuff is to be 'big'..." Richard made some air quotes. "And you want to keep only lean muscle. Not that you'll get big or anything, but I have some things you definitely should take instead, it's exactly the stuff Mary took." Richard said, filling their shopping cart with other things, as Mia's exhausted brain melted at his explanations, reduced to 'yes' and nods of affirmation. The two were soon out of the store and Richard opened the door for Mia.

Opening the bottles for Mia, Richard handed her a few of the pills, and mixed some of the powder into her protein shake, handing her the bottle, which she sucked down. Listening to him speak about fat burners, muscle recovery, and a host of other subjects, Mia was glad when the subject shifted to something completely different. Her new account on Facebook.

"Saw you're on Facebook now! You want me to post that vid of you from todays squat session?" Richard said. Mia choked a bit on her drink. What video?

"Uhm, senor, what video?" Mia asked as she finished her drink. It had been a bit grainy from whatever powder he'd put in it, and the pills made her tummy hurt a bit, but she listened.

"The one I took today Princess. Here, smile with your shake before I post it." Richard said, getting a photo of Mia with her 'Thicc-Quicc', and then sending the photo to her. Very quickly, Mia let him have access to her phone, and he had uploaded that photo, and a video of her squatting, onto her Facebook. She was happy to be out of the car, and cringed at the photo's caption.

Mia Lozeno: Great workout with my personal trainer Richard Prince, and an even better recovery, Thicc-Quicc. Use my link....

Happy to be home, Mia groaned as her phone vibrated in her yoga pants pocket. It was Senor Andrew. Briefly, she contemplated ignoring the call, but she felt bad. Of all the men Mia talked to, Andrew was certainly the most nice, if the most boring, and having Mia ignore him felt like somewhat of a dick move. He spoke into the phone.

"Mia! Do you have time for a quick lunch? I have a surprise for you." He said, sounding excited, and a bit...drunk?

"Perdon senor, Yo just finished Mi workout at di gymanasium." Mia said. She hoped it would work.

"Oh, take your time, pretty yourself up. A man like me has no problem waiting ;)" Andrew said.

Mia popped more of her anxiety medication, and some of the pain relief, and the next events blurred together. Shower. Fretting over her makeup. Choosing a dress. Wearing the high heels Senor Andrew had gotten her on their first outting. Realizing 'Simon's day' had turned into Mia's day. Annoyance. Strutting out to Andrew's car. Andrew grinning at her as she waltzed up.

"You are dressed very fancy for a simple lunch date, Senorita Mia." Andrew said with a smile. As she opened her mouth, he leaped on her, shoving his tongue into Mia's mouth, overriding her mouth muscles and stealing a long French kiss from her.

"Sen-senor Andrew." Mia said with a blush, fixing her blonde hair.

"Oh, beautiful Mia, I love your blonde hair. Now, before lunch, I want to to give you two gifts. Close your eyes...." Andrew said, and Mia listened, feeling him rotate her easily, and put her feet on his laps. Off came her heels, and something was slid up her left foot, wrapping around, and then something encased her right toe. He told her to open her eyes.

A gold anklet was around her left foot, with a prominent gold toe ring on her right big toe. Gasping, she poured out thanks to Andrew. He rubbed the sole of her foot.

"No, no, do not thank me Mia. I have one more gift for you." Andrew said, starting up his car. He kept one playing with her feet. Mia, not knowing whether it was her medicine, the stress of life, or something else, felt herself growing just a bit antsy from his constant rubbing of her feet, and the car was silent beyond that. He helped her put her heels back on, and brought her into a store.

Mia shut her eyes, and felt a click on her left ear, then right, gasping in pain. Both her eyes opened. She gasped again at the sight. Mia Lozeno was now the proud owner of two pierced ears. The bored looking teenage girl said nothing, but Mia's eyes flicked up and down at the gold hoop earrings which now swung from her ears. Before Andrew might say anything, a loud ringtone played, and he left the room. The teenager spoke to her.

"Make sure to keep your ears plugged. Clean your ears. Honestly, at your age, I'm surprised you haven't had your ears pierced yet." She said.

"Ho-how old do you think Yo am, chica?" Mia asked in shock. Was her disguise actually...working this well?

The girl shrugged. She didn't answer as Andrew came back in. He was clearly annoyed and left with Mia, taking her hand.

"Senorita Mia. I'm so sorry. But work is taking me from you. Could you forgive me?" Andrew asked her. He was clearly pained by it.

"Si senor Drew." Mia said with a smile to him. He looked fully recovered after her smile, and they reached Mia's home, with Andrew parking the car.

Mia turned to thank him, and much how he had greeted her, he left her. Stuffing his tongue down her throat, Andrew kept the kiss going, until he pulled himself back, and left the car, opening the door for Mia. He watched her ass jiggle all the way to the end of the drive way. Mia checked her phone once more, seeing two notifications pop up, causing her to roll her eyes.

2 New Facebook Followers: Andrew & Richard Prince

Before Mia could even wonder if Tanya was home, she had stripped herself of the dress, undone the breast forms, and with an extra amount of effort, ripped off the plastic vagina that Tanya had gotten onto her. Desperation gave her strength to continue, and soon enough, Mia Lozeno only existed in the toe rings, anklet, earrings, blonde hair, and Facebook profile. Simon Finch was back, and once he did realize Tanya was not home, he was up to his (2nd) favorite past time (the first being sleeping): scouring the internet for MILF porn.

Falling into a near trance, Simon forgot Mia Lozeno, he forget Jeremiah or Andrew, Tanya or her dad; all that mattered was his computer monitor, and the buffet of different women, some black or white, some thick, others skinny, all with one common factor: their age. Forgetting anything around him, he just enjoyed the moment, and after close to 2 hours, felt himself tiring from the porn. Before being completely done, he moved videos, switching from ASIAN MOMMY RUINED to MAMACITA POUNDED.

It started off in the dark, completely blinded, before moans and gasps began to fill his headphones. The phone picked up some light, and a hot older woman's body filled the screen, seeming vaguely familiar to Simon. The man's hands slid down, and the woman's airy voice spoke up.

"N-no. Senor Conqueror, not that spot. Th-the back." The man seemed to huff, replying with a slurred accent.

"Fine puta. Won't refuse your fat ass." The view changed, and now the hot momma's ass filled the camera, as some sort of deju vu filled Simon. As he wanked off, a pit began to form, as he remembered his Wednesday, and the actions that had concluded the night. When the woman had said 'Senor Conqueror' it jogged his memory, and when she moaned like Mia might, he gasped shock. The video ended as Simon busted a nut to watching Mia Lozeno get her ass plowed, disgusted at it, and before he might think to do anything, Tanya waltzed into his room.

Turning around to look at her, Simon stuttered. "Hi babe." His attempts to hide the MILF porn were futile, but thankfully, she did not notice the tab of the video being closed.

"Don't play coy with me. I saw your girls on there Simon." Tanya said, not so much as needing a response before she fell onto to Simon, removing his panties, which had already been at his knees. Clearly just a bit drunk, she grasped his exhausted dick, and snaked her fingers up his ass. Tanya spoke up at the (still) rock hard Simon.

"Tell me something Simon." Tanya asked, lightly teasing him, her fingers just at the entrance to his ass.

"Anything baby." Simon said with a whin. God if her fingers went up, he'd cum buckets....

"Milfs? What do you like of them so much? Their clothes?" As she asked each questioned, she licked his dick, and her fingers traced deeper into him. "Their bodies? Their demeanor." He squirmed. "Their boobs?" Simon pictured the perfect pair of boobs, far away from Tanya's, and he felt his dick surge with blood.

"Their boobs." Tanya said with understanding. Her giddy drunkiness only made her more happy at his response.

"You just love a pair of breasts, huh?" Grinding his dick, she continued speaking. "Large, but real. Like the pair a desperate aging woman might get." Simon did not respond. "Answer."

"Yes! I do love those Tanya!" Simon stuttered out. He followed up with a syrupy sweet line. "Just like I love you."

Afterwards, Tanya fell on him much as she usually did, foregoing any of his pleadings of pain or begging to slow down. By the end, Simon was covered in his own cum, both his (fat) ass and dick sore, and his brain happy to be put to rest. Tanya was happy to cuddle up with the submissive Simon. She was excited for tomorrow.