Chapter Twelve An Endurance Test
An Endurance Test
"And squeeze at the top! Hold it for three, two, one, and slowly lower back down."
Melody adjusted the angle of the ring light, making sure the harsh illumination perfectly highlighted the sheen of sweat on Dorothy’s incredibly defined abdominal muscles.
They were in the middle of Melody’s living room.
The coffee table had been shoved unceremoniously into the hallway to make room for two thick yoga mats and a scatter of free weights.
Her mother and stepfather were visiting relatives for the day, leaving the house completely empty and perfect for filming.
"You're doing great, D," Melody encouraged from behind the camera tripod, her own breathing slightly labored from the previous set of jump squats. "The followers are going to eat this up."
Dorothy was demonstrating a set of weighted hip thrusts. She had a heavy dumbbell resting across her pelvis, her upper back braced against the edge of the sofa. With every upward drive of her hips, her glutes contracted into twin spheres of solid rock, and her core tightened visibly.
Melody watched through her tripod-mounted phone’s digital viewfinder, her brow furrowing slightly.
She had done dozens of fitness routines with various influencers, but Dorothy was pushing this specific exercise with an intensity that bordered on violent.
Every upward thrust was explosive, sharp, and flawlessly precise.
Dorothy wasn't showing signs of fatigue.
She looked like a machine perfectly calibrated for repetitive, forceful pelvic movements.
"Alright, that’s twenty," Melody called out, tapping the screen to stop the recording. "We can wrap the main segment there."
Dorothy lowered the dumbbell to the carpet with a soft thud and collapsed back onto the floor, her chest heaving. Both women were slick with sweat, their sports bras clinging tightly to their skin.
"Good session," Dorothy panted, sitting up and grabbing her water bottle. She took a long drink, her dark eyes tracking Melody as the blonde influencer walked around the tripod and sank onto her own mat.
"You went really hard on those thrusts," Melody noted, wiping a bead of moisture from her forehead with the back of her hand. "You usually focus more on the upper body."
Dorothy set her water bottle down. The professional, bubbly persona she used for the camera vanished, replaced by her usual competitive gleam.
"I've been focusing my training lately," Dorothy said, stretching her long legs out over the mat. She tilted her head, her gaze locking onto Melody. "So. I saw that picture you posted to your private story last weekend. The hotel sheets. The hairy legs."
Melody felt a cold spike of fear. Did she know? Had Dorothy figured out who her Grandpappy really was? Melody kept her expression neutral, offering a coy, teasing smile. "I took a little weekend getaway. A girl needs to relax."
"With some guy," Dorothy deduced, her tone sharpening. "Some older guy, judging by the gray hair on his shins. You told me you were busy visiting your grandfather. Who was it, one of his friends?"
"I was visiting my Grandpappy," Melody said, the private, filthy inside joke making her core tighten. "And, yeah, it was someone he knew."
Dorothy scoffed, a competitive fire igniting in her eyes. "Please. Some old man in a hotel? I bet he has a bad back. I bet he lasted five minutes before he had to roll over and take a nap."
"He has a lot of experience," Melody countered softly, defending Red’s honor without revealing his identity. "He knows exactly what he's doing."
"Experience is fine," Dorothy said, rising to her feet and walking over to her oversized gym duffel bag sitting by the front door. "But experience doesn't mean shit if you don't have the stamina to back it up."
She grabbed the heavy canvas bag and carried it back to the center of the living room, dropping it onto the yoga mat next to Melody. The metal zipper rasped loudly as she pulled it open.
Melody’s breath caught in her throat.
Resting inside the bag, nestled next to a spare pair of gym shoes, was a thick, intricately strapped black leather harness. Attached to the front ring of the heavy leather was a massive, realistic silicone cock. It was a deep pink, thick with molded veins and a pronounced, heavy head.
"I told you I've been focusing my training," Dorothy said, her voice dropping into a commanding, authoritative register. "Core stability. Glute activation. Hip flexor drive. I've been training the exact muscle groups a man uses to fuck."
Melody stared at the intimidating toy, a sudden rush of wet heat flooding her panties. "Dorothy..."
"You liked my double-dildo? Well, I'm going to show you what real endurance looks like," Dorothy promised, reaching down and gripping the hem of her sweaty sports bra.
She pulled it over her head, tossing the damp fabric aside.
Her breasts were firm and athletic, the nipples standing at hard attention.
She shucked her leggings next, standing before Melody in nothing but a damp black thong.
The living room floor ceased to be a makeshift fitness studio and became their private playground.
Dorothy dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over the rubber mats, her muscular thighs flexing and her pert breasts swaying beneath her with each twitch of her hips.
She didn't ask for permission. She took Melody’s hands and pulled her down onto the mats, then by the shoulders and pushed her firmly onto her back.
Melody gasped as Dorothy’s firm, callused gym hands clamped down on her softer wrists, pinning them firmly against the carpet above her head.
Melody laughed with delight. The dominance from her sexy workout partner was thrilling.
Dorothy used her knee to force Melody’s thighs wide apart.
She leaned down like she was going to kiss Melody, but as Melody offered her lips, Dorothy retreated again.
"Spread for me," Dorothy ordered, kneeling above her, her dark eyes flashing with authority.
"Oh, yeah, alright," Melody breathed, feeling another hot thrill of submission.
Melody began to spread her sweat damp legs to offer herself to Dorothy. Not quick enough for Dorothy’s liking. The toned brunette grabbed the backs of Melody’s legs, spreading her thighs wide and exposing Melody’s gold trimmed cunt and the exertion-slicked pink of her tight holes.
Before reaching for the harness, Dorothy dipped her head. When Red licked Melody, he tended to take his time to tease and sip and savor her body. Dorothy attacked Melody’s pussy with a moan of hungry dominance.
Unlike with Red, there was also no fumbling about. Dorothy’s hot, forceful tongue found Melody’s clit instantly and flicked hard against Melody’s bud. That battering tongue sent jolts of electric pleasure straight into Melody’s core.
"Oh, fuck!" Melody cried out, her hips bucking upward off the mat.
Dorothy held her firmly in place, refusing to let Melody take control or squirm away from her ravishing tongue. Dorothy used her upper body strength to hold Melody in place and at her mercy as she dragged her tongue again and again over her slit and flicking against her clit.
The Ab Queen didn't slow down. She didn't need to pause for breath. She treated Melody’s cunt like a sprint she was determined to win in record time.
“Oh my god, your tongue… so fucking hot. Ohhhhh fuck, Dorothy.”
The relentless, high-speed lashing of Dorothy’s tongue overwhelmed Melody’s nervous system. She thrashed against Dorothy’s iron grip, her breath shuddering from her lungs. The tension coiling in her abdomen. Tighter. Tighter.
Then exploding. Hot, shuddering pleasure in record time.
"I'm cumming! Ohhhhhh fuuuuuck! Dorothy, I'm cumming!"
“Mmmmmmm!” Dorothy answered, sucking hard on Melody’s clit and pumping two fingers deep into Melody’s clutching walls. Her lower knuckle beat against Melody’s asshole.
Melody sobbed, wracked with the post-workout ecstasy, her sugary walls spasming wildly against Dorothy’s thrusting fingers. Her sweet juices pulsed and dripped out to coat Dorothy’s chin and lips.
Dorothy finally lifted her head, her face flushed and gleaming with Melody's wetness. She looked down at the quivering, gasping blonde with a satisfied smirk.
"Gotcha," she laughed. “You were a good girl.”
She released her grip on Melody’s thighs, but Melody left her legs boneless and spread wide in the afterglow of her climax.
Melody lay there, exhausted by her climax, her chest heaving as she tried to pull oxygen back into her lungs.
She was soaked, her thighs drenched and her juices still oozing down the crack of her ass onto the yoga mat.
She looked up, flushed and dazed, but eager for whatever Dorothy had planned next.
“Should I… um… do you want me to lick you now?” asked Melody, still struggling to catch her breath.
“Not yet, slut.” Dorothy chuckled wickedly in reply. She held up the heavy leather harness.
She stood and stepped into the leg straps, pulling the thick leather up over her powerful thighs and buckling the thick belt tightly around her narrow waist.
Melody looked up in awe at the shredded gym goddess, mostly tanned but creamy white in all the right places, her abdominal muscles flexing under the sheen of sweat.
She cocked her hips forward, now wearing a thick, rigid eight-inch cock that bobbed heavily and cast a shadow onto Melody’s flat tummy.
"Turn over," Dorothy commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.
Melody rolled onto her stomach, burying her face in the rubber yoga mat. Dorothy grabbed Melody by the hips and roughly hauled her upward, forcing her ass higher and her head down against her folded arms. Face down, ass up. Tits hanging heavily against the cum-slicked yoga mat.
"Stick that pretty ass high in the air," Dorothy demanded, stepping up behind her.
"It's up, I'm ready," Melody whimpered, looking back over her shoulder.