The Trainer

Dakota Nygun's a hard trainer with an easy smile, she let herself into the refinished house with a key Cynthia had made for her. Today however as Dakota crossed the threshold she was ensconced in a perfume made of sapphoflorium flowers making her weak in the knees as Cynthia came up and playfully shot her with a NERF Cycloneshock pistol playfully saying. "Gotchya."

Dakota lunged forward throwing her arms around Cynthia's neck mumbling in a husky tone. "I want you so bad, right now."

This came as no surprise to Dominic who was standing off the entryway from the start. Dominic had been under the impression Cynthia and Dakota had been bumping cookies for awhile which went along with his suspicion Cynthia's last relationship with a trainer ended in a messy break up that time a man. As Cynthia was coached she turned toward Dominic asking Dakota have you met my strapping young step-son, Dominic he's in school to be a pharmacist."

Forty-five minutes later Dakota was slung balanced on a medicine ball endeavoring to touch the floor as Dominic plowed into her from behind. Dominic was calmly explaining how he was the master of this house and how belonging to his harem came with benefits.

Spiritually twisted by the lotions and cosmetic Dominic had retrieved and distilled from the dark-fae realm Dakota moaned. "You are the master of the house." As she climaxed.

Dominic responded by switching to his step-mother's inviting waiting cunt as she arched over another medicine ball but continued to tell Dakota how she'd soon be able to give out his nourishing and toning salves with her clients for their workouts. Claire stood by watching and fingering herself, her other hand in her mouth stifling moans.

Later Dominic held the door open for Cynthia, Claire and Dakota as the first repairmen came in ready to update the house.