Linda chugged some more water, it was so hard to stay hydrated wearing the skin tight latex of her training outfit.
It would have been easier to have on her old gym outfit, the one that kept her cool as she pumped on the peddles of the stationary bike, but Jake, her personal trainer, had said this outfit would be better.
And she trusted Jake implicitly, completely, fully, pathologically.
It had been a strange journey with Jake, he’d just been another annoying gym rat trying to get in to her pants when they’d first met, but slowly, bit by bit, that had changed.
She wasn’t quite sure when she had started trusting Jake, but it was sometime before she agreed to let him train her. Once that had happened, things had moved quickly, with him taking over her entire training regiment and making changes every week.
She set the water bottle down and threw her leg over the stationary bike once more, her brief break over. She reached back and took hold of the dildo attached to the seat and guided it in to her pussy as she sat down and then put her feet on the peddles and started the program once more.
She looked out over the handlebars at the large TV in front of her, the colourful patterns swirling around like usual, Jake said they would help her focus, but all they seemed to do was make her horny.
She pumped away at the peddles, falling deeper and deeper in to the images in front of her, not even noticing Jake coming up behind her and placing his hands on her ass.
“Coming alone good there Linda.” he said and squeezed her ass.
She let out a little moan but continued pumping the peddles.
He walked up beside her, spoke right in to her ear, “Have you reached your training goal yet?” he asked softly.
She shook her head as she replied, “No. Not yet…”
“And what is your training goal?”
She let out a little gasp before replying, “To be the best living sex doll I can be.”
Jake let out a small chuckle and then walked away, leaving Linda to continue her training. Eventually it was too much and the motion of the dildo in her pussy pushed her over the edge and she let out a soft cry as an orgasm crashed over her.
She slowed down and then came to a stop, stepping off of the bike and quickly cleaning up the mess she’d made with a sanitary wipe from a box of them that sat on the floor.
Then she grabbed the bottle of water and brought it to her lips and took a sip…
Linda chugged some more water, it was so hard to stay hydrated wearing the skin tight latex of her training outfit.
It would have been easier to have on her old gym outfit, the one that kept her cool as she pumped on the peddles of the stationary bike, but Jake, her personal trainer, had said this outfit would be better.
And she trusted Jake implicitly, completely, fully, pathologically…
