Talia's Tushy Training: The Lede

This will be a multi-part story separated in the style of a long form news article. Enjoy!

If you lived in Riverside county, California, you would know a few things. One: if you're able to hear but can't hear the coyotes howling at night, which noise canceling headphones are you using and where can they be found? Two: if you don't get your tortas from Manuels in Corona, then you don't know tortas. Three, if you haven't been fucked at Talia's Tushy Training, then you aren't kinky enough... okay, so perhaps only none of those things are true... maybe The first one.

Talia was a Colombian trans woman. Thirty-five, hourglass frame, beautiful face, mocha skinned, with long silky, dark hair, D-cup breasts, washboard stomach, with wide hips, thick bubble butt, and long cock to boot. She ran a weekend training camp out of her Palm Springs estate for adults who wanted to learn the delicate and nuanced art of kink.

T-cubed, as it was coded throughout the community who was aware of its reputation, had churned out its fair share of BDSM enthusiasts the world over. Talia was particularly fond of training one's ass in a variety of ways. This of course caught the attention of Rancho Mirage locals: Danny, and Margot. Both had dated since college, both were now twenty-four, seemingly aimless, each working for the local newspaper, The Coachella Chatter, only read mostly by the mainly older reader base who still had subscriptions to it, somehow. In fact, so out-of-touch was this paper, it didn't even have an online version, 100% paper.

Danny was a lanky fuck. He had brown hair in that edgy emo cut, cleaned face, no facial hair to be had, skinny bod, but with a rounded butt that was well-toned. Margot was fun-sized, had long brown hair with purple highlights, C-cups, a slight belly, big bubbly rump, and a tight hairless pussy. Both had that emo/scene look, definitely off-model for a traditionally produced newspaper, and certainly out-of-character to its reader base.

As such, the job was a soul-crushing drudgery-induced bore, rife with regular pay cuts, sterile working conditions, and articles so safe and puffy, it makes any garden-variety school paper look as edgy as The Los Angeles Times.

Danny was so strained with being a reporter, he used to be the sports guy, he was actually thrilled that he was 'demoted' to typesetter. A job obsolete with omline and AI in most modern news rags, made thrilling as the increased deadlines injected some urgency to Danny's droned-out adult life.

Margot was the assistant metro editor, usually the poor sap forced to find some regular joe to write a full paged color piece about their life and (normally) mediocre achievements. One would assume the Palm Springs areas reputation as a rich and famous getaway spot would attract such interesting persons to an exclusive with Margot, but one would be wrong. Turns out, the reason such rich and famous wanted a break from LA's hustle and bustle was to be left the motherfuck alone, forcing the already gloomy Margot with the true locals... to Her, twas a fate worse than death.

Margot had always been intrigued by T-cubed, her and Danny were kink enthusiasts, with all the sexual fluidity that went with it. She, of course, wanted to sign the both of them up for T-cubed, but two problems plagued them. One: there was a massive waiting list, and two: it was expensive.

The two shared a second floor one-bedroom apartment, that old-school look from the 60's, complete with wiring and ventilation to match. It was decorated in many posters from all the pop-punk bands of the early 2000's boom, with scant furniture, save for a futon, coffee table, and queen-sized bed, all colored in black, of course.

After a long day of endless mediocrity, the two slugged their way inside. They normally only wore underwear when at home, and a bra for Margot. Both wore a collar with a pendant that read OWNED. After eating some leftover Chinese for dinner, and watching mindless content on insert-streaming-platform-here, Margot then had that eureka look, and threw open her laptop. Danny knew what that meant.

"Bet it's a no." He sighed.

Margot shh-ed him, and opened up a webpage. "Come on... come on..."

"It's been a no for, how many months?" he asked. Margot simply flipped him off.

Danny smirked. "Raise the stakes?"

Margot rolled her eyes. "That confident, eh?"

"I haven't been proven wrong, yet."

Margot turned to him. "What, then?"

"I'm right... anal, restraints, creampie." Danny smirked.

Margot smirked back. "I'm right... were trying on that skirt and wig, and break out my twelve-incher."

There was a nod, and the two kissed, their version of a handshake.

Margot went to Talia's webpage, and after a few more clicks she groaned, and hung her head. Danny threw up his hands.

"Victory is mine... again." he dashed off to their room, slinging his underwear off.

Raising the stakes was their version of making bets with one another, otherwise innocuous wagers with the winner getting to sexually dominate the loser; if that wasn't made abundantly clear from the above exchange.

"Fucking still wait listed." Margot groaned, tearing off her bra and panties.

Danny returned from the bedroom with a pair of handcuffs, and some rope, and a bottle of lube. Margot bent down over the futon, sticking her ass up, a position she seemed to be familiar with, as of late. She put her hands behind her back as Danny clipped the bracelets and tied the rope around her arms.

"Too tight, let me know." Danny insisted, stroking his fairly unimpressive dick to near full erection.

"Yeah-yeah, at least get your fingers in this time to loosen me up." Margot demanded.

Danny slowly stuffed two fingers into Margot's bleached asshole, her pussy already moist. With a free hand, he massaged her clit while loosening up her anus.

Yet, Margot was disinterested. She was turned on, sure, but she was still annoyed to not have been accepted to T-cubed.

"Is it us? We're kinky."

"Totally." Danny agreed, taking his fingers out and lining his tip with her hole.

"This job is literally going to kiiiiiiii -- fuck." Margot's train of thought was interrupted by Danny slipping his tip inside her ass.

"Too hard?"

"Just shove it in so I can get fucking used to it, Danny!" Margot cried.

Danny thrust himself in, and a little out. One or two more of those and the initial pain subsided, and Margot huffed.

"Anyway." Margot hissed with gritted teeth. "If I do one more puff piece on one more new local pool grand opening, I am going to set that paper on fire."

While Margot ruminated, Danny huffed, as her tight ass sent shivers to his dick. "Did you-did you tell Carl?" He asked, trying to stay on conversation.

"The second coming of Shelley Levene? Please, all he cares about is making deadline, not stepping on any toes, and having tuna fish for lunch." Margot snarled, slowly moaning as Danny kept on drilling her.

"Bernadette, then?"

"Fuck her. All she cares about are advertisers not jumping ship and us not getting sued."

"You know... maybe We can't do T-T-cubed, but like, what if we can get an-an interview with Talia?" Danny suggested between thrusts. "Might net some... diverse advertise--shit!"

Margot hit Danny's sweet spot, he shot his load into her ass like a cannonball, and he made sure he was done firing before pulling out of her tush.

After a moment, and a few muscle pushes, some cum drizzled out of her hole. Margot moaned, but Danny's off-handed suggestion gave her an idea.

"Diverse advertisements, you say? By the way, wanna clean me up?" She asked with a smirk.

Danny knelt down. "Way ahead of you, babe." He put his lips to her ass, and sucked his cum out, massaging her pussy while he did.

Later that night, the laid in bed. Danny was half asleep, but Margot couldn't have been more awake, just staring up at the ceiling. Danny's idea was living rent, mortgage, and debt free in her head.

She rustled Danny awake.

"Danny? Babe?"

He snorted himself awake, but he was barely up. "Huh? What?"

"Diverse advertisements? What would a kink camp get us?"

"I dunno. Talia is known to the community. Night clubs, local artisan vodka brands, sex toy companies--fuck, Margot, it was just a thought."

"And congrats, it isn't fucking stupid! Now, stay with me. You and I both know that paper is dying a slow, agonizing death. New readers from an interesting article -- neigh, a series of articles about a pillar to the kink community would definitely increase our readership and revenue." Margot explained.

"Rah-rah." Danny yawned with sarcasm.

Margot rolled her eyes and big-spooned him. "And, it might move us up the waiting list."

"Yes, let us not forget that important detail." Danny groaned with more sarcasm.

Margot smiled. After Danny was asleep, she got up, opened her laptop for T-cubed's website, where Talia had an email address, and Margot went to typing.

The next day at work, Margot requested an in-office audience with the editor-in-chief, Bernadette, a chain-smoking relic from the Woodward and Bernstein era, with curly wiry hair, and every wrinkle and crow's foot visible. She was halfway through her sixth cig... from that particular pack.

Margot had just finished her pitch, and awaited Bernadette's response.

"Not. A. Fucking. Chance." Bernadette hissed in the raspiest of voices before coughing violently.

Margot rolled her eyes. "Aw, come on Bern, look at this place, we need something new to spice things up here."

"Yeah, and that's exactly what our loyal readers don't want in any way."

"But this could get new readers -- new advertisers."

"Or, get us nothing but shut the fuck down."

"But Bern--"

"Don't 'but Bern' me." She took a puff. "Did this chick even get back to you? How do you even know she'd do it?"

"Uh, cause as far as I'm aware, she's never taken an interview. Wouldn't that be something? Our little paper getting an exclusive with a pillar to the Coachella valley community."

"She runs a sex camp." Bernadette dryly spat.

"And Coachella is a drug-fueled hippie fest, yet, everyone knows its name."

Bernadette pinched her sinuses, then slammed her cig into an overflowing ashtray. She took a look at the paint peeling off her office walls, and the cracks in her desk, not to mention the fact she was still using a typewriter.

"I know that sad scanning look." Margot pointed. "You know I'm right."

"Look kid, you got spunk, I like that. Dammit, if this were the 80's and my ass was still slinging muck with the Chicago Tribune, I couldn't say yes fast enough. But these damn snowbirds out here, they like all that safe and soft news. They see a story about how this broad fucks people in the ass, they're liable to have an aneurism." Bernadette explained, before coughing again.

"First of all, that's the exact kind of thing to spice up the old ticker. You ever been to an old folks home? Or a fifty-five plus? These olds are friskier than a frat party at a Christian college. Speaking of which, that is the exact kind of article to get younger, more open-minded readers interested in our little newspaper."

"Yeah-yeah, cause I wasn't listening the first time you gave that pitch. I get it, Margot, but we're not in a financial position to take such a risk."

"All the more reason to risk!" Margot begged. "Think of it this way, Bern, we die quickly, or the ship keeps slowly sinking."

Bernadette tossed another cig in her mouth, and lit it with a match. "You haven't forgotten I'm the editor-in-chief, right?"

"I'm sorry, but look at this place! We need computers, an online section. More readers means more advertisers, which means more capital, which means, new shit! The risk is worth the reward!"

Bernadette took a drag so long, an inch of ash fell from the cigarette. She rubbed her temples. Margot leaned in.

"She says no, so help me God, if you're persistent, I'm throwing you in the printer. She says yes..." Long pause. "Fuck me, I should have my head examined."

"Yes!" Margot cheered.

"Wait!" Bernadette stopped her. Margot sat back down respectfully. "If you do it, you and boyfriend down there channel Hunter S. Thompson, go full gonzo."

"With pleasure."

"Not done!" Bernadette scoffed. "Get the full interview, I'll give you a quarter page on Tuesday's Metro as a preview, no complaints, we'll run the story as a series from there."

Margot cooed. "Ooh, thank you, Bernadette! You won't regret this. This-this is the kind of thing Pulitzer's are made of!"

"Girl, if you win a Pulitzer for this glorified smut muck, I will personally lick you myself, then give you my job and retire to Boca, like I should've done fifteen years ago." Bernadette deadpanned, coughing again.

Later that day, Margot and Danny were home in their kitchen, at the table. Margot had her laptop opened, refreshing her emails every quarter second.

"Raise the stakes?" Danny asked, Margot whacked him upside the head, not even looking up. "Come on, Go, she probably doesn't even read this email, some secretary or assistant does, and they probably get deleted instantly."

"She's the fuck doctor, not a studio executive." Margot hissed.

"Now who's minimizing her local reach?" This was meant by another smack. "Ow. But seriously, Bernadette's really letting you do this?"

"Us. She is letting us do this." Margot corrected him.

"I like getting my ass fucked as much as the next scene-guy, but you're getting a tiny obsessive over this, no?"

"You don't get a major rush from getting tied-up and fucked?"

"I do, but like..." Danny shrugged.

"But, think of the new techniques, plus, networking, you can contact any of the graduates of the T-cubed program, I know you don't mind swinging. And, this'll save the paper... not to mention, all this rammed its way rent free in my head because of your idea in the first place."

"You actually think this is Pulitzer worthy?"

"It's at least paper-saving worthy. Besides, I don't know about you, but I'm sick of the way the Chatter does business. I'm sick of the bullshit soft news, and I am sick of working for a paper stuck in 1970-fucking-three! She did say editor-in-chief is mine if this goes well."

"No offense, but, she has to be joking, cause, if she isn't joking, she's literally braindead." Danny called. Margot glared angrily at him, he realized how bad that sounded in hindsight, so, he played it off. "Oh, come on, babe, what do you know about running a paper? Hell, the only reason we got our jobs there, with literally zero portfolio, connections, and scant experience, is because the people we replaced died. Literally fucking died."

"Didn't you actually ever once in your life want to do something great?" Margot asked.

"I have a salary, I watch TV, I have sex, I listen to music, my bucket list has officially been counted." Danny nodded.

"Well I am sick of being some kook getting by, not being a T-cubed graduate, and not mattering. Besides, Mr. I-got-a-salary, that paper goes; which I don't see a universe where it doesn't in a year or so, where in fuck do we go? What do we do?" Margot asked him.

Danny sighed, she was right. "I see your point."

"Did your half-baked idea light a fire under my ass--well, I guess it literally did, but, this'll be good for our future. These articles are eating away at my life, Danny! T-cubed, I thought would spice things up, but dammit, we can have the best of both worlds this way! So, I want --"

Margot stopped, her email refreshed. Margot nearly jumped out of her seat, a reply from Talia. "YAS QUEEN! She replied!"

"The fuck? Good thing we didn't raise the stakes."

"Shit. That ass would have been mine." Margot groaned.

"Sure it's just not a rejection --"

"Quiet!" Margot shh-ed him. She took a deep breath and opened the email. She raised an eyebrow.

"What?" Danny asked.

"All that's the in the response is: "Please send photo of you and boyfriend's tushies, send no text in response", that's all it says"

"So, does that mean we're in?"

"No, I read from a graduate on social, if you're selected, you're given a non-negotiable weekend date for your training, this is how wait listers move up, because the candidate can't make that date, you confirm that, they hold your payment, and book you a flight-if needed- then you get a confirmation email." Margot explained. "That's it."

"Right, but, we're asking for an interview, no? Maybe... something new? Or, a hack?"

"Doubt it. But, if so, worst case, we gave a creep photos of our asses. Pants off."

Danny got in his birthday suit, and bent down on the futon, ass up. Margot, now nude herself, took his photo. "Real nice, I'd fuck that ass."

"And you do." Danny winked, getting up. They switched positions, and Margot got in the same pose, Danny took the photo. "And boom."

Margot grabbed the phone and uploaded the photos in the email, she sent it.

"This could be a start."

"Yeah, but--"

Margot boomed, another response. "Ooh, response!" She cooed in a singsong voice. "It says: "Will you both have any trouble with following protocols, all must be agreed to: Bondage, humiliation, receiving or giving oral, vaginal, or anal intercourse, feminization, threesome, role play, spanking, receiving or giving semen orally, vaginally, or anally", pretty comprehensive." Margot shrugged. She typed. "We are good for all of those, and then some."

"Don't overdue it." Danny groaned.

"Hush." After a moment, another response. Danny sat next to Margot and read this one. "She says "I will need preliminary trial to determine likelihood to continue. I will need you both to submit to full paneled sexually transmitted infection screen, and test must be negative. I get mine done at Memorial hospital. In good faith, I too will provide new test and present to you at trial where I would like to see copy of yours. At trial, which will take place at your residence this Friday at six pm exactly, you will have doctor notarized copies of test available, must have cleaned tushies, both will be naked and have backs against wall once I arrive for trial run, front door must be unlocked. If successful"..." Danny paused. "If successful, I will proceed with interview."

Margot leaped out of her chair. "It's happening, it's happening, it's happening!" she sat back down and quickly emailed their address.

"She really wants us to go all out."

"We shall go to the clinic tomorrow after work! And then, our futures await!" Margot cooed. "This is so going in the article. Mysterious sexual rendezvous, domineering demands, bureaucratic hygienic standards. This-this is a Pulitzer." Margot got right to typing.

The next day was Thursday, and Margot stormed towards Bernadette's office, who had just opened up a fresh carton of cancer. She tore the plastic from a pack, broke the seal, tossed a cig in her mouth just as Margot barged in, the surprise forced Bernadette to lose the cigarette from her mouth.

"She said yes!"

"Fucking piss!" Bernadette coughed. "I was afraid you were gonna say that. When and where?"

"Details are being ironed out, but it starts this Friday, worst case, we can extend my preview to some other publication date." Margot explained.

"Kid, if this works, you'll make Coachella Chatter history... if it doesn't, I still get to retire either way."

"I like that confidence." Margot smiled, then walked out. Bernadette grumbled, and threw another cig into her mouth.

After work, one quick negative STI test apiece later, and they were both home again. Danny sat on the futon while Margot paced in front of him. Her laptop was opened on the coffee table, a blank page of writing software filled the screen.

"Gotta think of questions to ask Talia. Ergh! What should I say?"

"I know this sounds all well and good, but, how do we even know she herself is coming?" Danny asked. "What if it's some kook who works for her?"

"Then we probably get butt-fucked by some kook, if that's how we have to play the game, we came to play! And besides, she mentioned in the email about "if successful I will proceed with the interview", I made sure to say that I wanted to interview Talia of Talia's Tushy Training. Given that, that I should mean we are going to get an interview with the Talia."

"Our asses will, anyway." Danny shrugged.

"Like you're afraid of taking a cock." Margot said eyebrow raised.

"Never been creamed before, that would be interesting."

"As I have had my fair share of your loads in my rectum, I can safely say... it's awesome." She hopped on the futon and gave him a kiss.

"So, it's just for a weekend?" Danny asked.

"The program is. We don't even know what's going to happen, all I know is, she's coming over tomorrow, and our barebacks will be to to her once she arrives. Odds are, she likes us, fucks us up a little, I get a nice interview, and schmooze our way into the program." Margot explained.

"Best case scenario?" Danny asked.

"She takes us with her back to her place after reaming us real hard. Says on the website she does this out of her home, it's one of those Mid-century Moderns in that ritzy community on the north side of Palm Springs."

"Think it'll be just her?" Danny asked.

"For tomorrow, maybe. Why?"

"Are like one of the lessons for the program how to run a train on someone's ass?"

"Maybe. I know for sure she has a boyfriend, or whatever who fucks guys she dresses up in drag. Lowkey, I could seriously get off to a guy plowing your ass with you in a wig and a skirt." She kissed him again.

"Think he's big?"

"Never seen him and that's just what I heard. If it happens, it is so going in the article. And as I said, you've never shied away from taking a cock, so what if he's big? She's probably big and we're gonna find out tomorrow."

Danny thought on that for a moment, and then, here it was tomorrow. The two couldn't wait to get through the drudgery of their workday, especially Margot. They sped home, showered up, gave each other an enema cleanse, then another shower, and finally, at Five-fifty two stood in the living room naked with their backs to the front door, unlocked per request. Margot couldn't have been more giddy. Danny slightly less so.

"Nervous?" Margot whispered.

"Don't whisper. We live here. But, a little."

"Come on, it'll be fun." Margot promised him.

"Your ass is... a bit more seasoned than mine." Danny explained.

"All the more reason to train that tushy." she insisted.

Moments later, they heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Both stood at attention, seconds later the door slowly opened. They hoped it was her.

Fortunately, it was. Talia stood in the doorway, wearing an expensive midriff with stonewashed jeans, she carried a gym bag with her. She closed the door and admired the two standing with their backs to her.

"You are Margot, and Danny, yes?" She spoke in an accent that sounded Central European but yet had a Latin flair to it.

"Yes." Margot cooed.

Talia saw their tests on the coffee table, she picked them up, dropping the bag next to the table. "Ah yes, negative test, thank you very much, and negative test, well done." She took a folded up paper from her back pocket, and unfolded it. She stood behind Margot but put the paper in front of her. "Full transparency and good faith: my negative test." She explained.

"Looks good." Margot said nervously.

She walked over to Danny, putting it in his face. "Yup, that's a negative STI test you got there."

Margot turned slightly to him, glaring with one eye. Talia walked back, and admired them both. She plopped the paper on the coffee table with the others.

"So, you work for Coachella Chatter, yes?"

"Metro section." Margot answered.

Danny didn't say anything, Margot kicked him in the ankle to get his attention. "Oh, I'm a typesetter. Used to cover sports."

"I never give interview, but I am longtime subscriber to Coachella Chatter." Talia explained, slowly taking her clothes off.

This fact stunned the bottom couple. "You are?" They both said in unison.

"Yes, I read Tom Kovacs's cooking review every day. Boyfriend and I make a recipe of his every Wednesday.

"Tom's an idiot." Danny whispered. Margot shh-ed him. "He rips off shit he sees from Betty Cro--" she shh-ed louder.

"Tom's the best!" She called.

"So, I was skeptical because I do not like interview, I am private person. But I love newspaper, but, I must be comfortable with you before we can truly be vulnerable, okay?" Talia asked.

They shrugged. That legitimately seemed fair. At least in their kinky minds it all made perfect sense.

By now Talia was nude. She had several tattoos, most notably a dragon that starts below her chest and wraps around to her hips on her left side. Her dick was already erect as she got a great and unobstructed view of Danny and Margot's behinds. She flicked her dick against Margot's cheeks, and she shivered. Then Talia took a fistful of her rump. "Ass is nice, yes?"

She then walked over to Danny and immediately gave his right cheek a slap. Danny winced. She pawed at his left cheek and flicked her cock on his right. "Very nice tushy." She then backed up, tapped on her chin with perfectly manicured nails.

"Raise hand without speaking. Have either of you taken cock and/or dildo in asshole?" Both hands went up. "Nice, good. Raise hand if which of you would say has more experienced getting fucked in ass?" Talia asked.

Margot's hand went up. "I don't mean to brag, but, I have bottomed very well."

"Is good. And Danny?"

"Um, I'm no virgin, I promise you."

"We shall see about that, won't we?" Talia smirked lightly. "You have been fucked in ass with real cock, yes?"

"I have." Danny nodded.

"Very nice. Ever taken semen in your butt?" Talia asked.

"I have not, no."

"We have work to do. But, for now, I want to see if you both can take me. We proceed from there." Talia took a few things from her bag, namely a couple of eye shades, ball gags, and a pair of ropes and handcuffs much like the set Danny and Margot already have.

She walked over to Margot, she added the shade, ball gag, and then tied her wrists and arms, before giving Danny the same treatment, neither could see or speak. Talia then reached into the bag and pulled out a pink cock cage, and locked Danny's comparatively smaller peen up.

"I want to see how you handle basic bondage, so, I am going to spank you both tied up, then I am going to fuck both your asses. Danny, I start with you."

Talia grabbed Danny by the arm and led him to the couch, where she sat down and threw Danny over her knee, she raised a palm and slammed it down hard on his cheeks. Danny winced. Talia nodded. She threw another smack, then another, then another, before rapid firing all on his cheeks.

"You get spanked before?" Talia asked. Danny nodded. "I see, very nice."

She kept on going. Margot stood frozen, getting turned on just by the sounds of her boyfriend getting his ass spanked. Talia kept on going while Danny kept writhing his boy to each hand landing hard on his rear. Talia shook out her hand. She got Danny off of her, and guided him to bend over the futon. He knew where this was going.

"I am going to fuck your sissy ass." Talia hissed.

Danny blushed. He couldn't believe it was actually happening, and that he not only just met Talia but technically speaking never even saw what she looked like.

Talia lubed up her cock, gave it a few strokes before lining it up with Danny's pink, hairless hole. He bit down hard on the gag while Talia slowly pushed and released until his sphincter gave in and allowed Talia to penetrate his rectum.

Danny moaned while Talia didn't even bother to start slow, and he thanked his lucky stars she generously lubed herself up first. She thrust her hips, holding on to Danny's as she fucked him.

"Such a tight tushy, you should be proud." She huffed.

Danny shrugged, in a way he was, and he was turned on. Margot already couldn't wait for her turn, she moved her feet as she was becoming impatient.

Talia gently pulled out before slamming back into Danny for a few beats, she could feel the space between their bodies heating up, and Danny's red cheeks were still warm from the spanking he endured.

Talia could feel herself tightening around him, she was getting there, but she still had Margot, she released. "Okay, you two switch places." Talia panted, fanning herself.

She moved Danny up and back to where he was before grabbing a frustrated Margot and throwing her over her knee on the futon. Talia wasted no time and slammed her rapid fire hands on Margot's bubble booty.

"Yes, very sexy bitch." Talia hissed.

She watched Talia's cheeks jiggle as she spanked them, taking a moment to take a digit and slip it into her asshole, most likely as a courtesy, before continuing her spanking, until her cheeks were beet red themselves.

Danny stood, drooling from the gag. He was so sore, and could feel the wincing as Talia spanked his girlfriend. Talia released, and bent Margot in front of the futon. She got up, grabbed Danny, and plopped him next to Margot. Talia lined up her shot, and slammed her cock right into Margot's behind, and she screamed, muffled by the gag. Danny sighed of relief, even he didn't moan that loudly.

"I thought you were more seasoned, yes?" Talia asked with some level of sarcasm.

As Margot slowly got the feeling back to the lower half of her body she thought 'note to self: do not brag about bottom abilities in front of the queen of BDSM' while Talia ass fucked her hard.

"His tushy is tighter, but yours feels amazing." Talia cooed. "You both are wonderful."

She pumped her hips thrusting into Margot, feeling that tightness nearly overtake her. Talia admired Margot's ass, her orbs plump and round, she gave them a shake as her thrusts became slower and more pronounced.

After another moment or two, she released, then moved herself over to Danny, shoving her warm cock back inside of him, just as Danny was starting to tighten up yet again. He grunted as Talia's ten inches invaded his butt. After a few thrusts, she switched back again to Talia, whose ass was still open and ready. These intervals continued for a few moments until once again inside of Danny Talia was ready to fire.

She pulled out and like a fire hose sprayed her load on top of both of their asses, their holes gaping open as she finished. Talia wiped some sweat from her forehead. She licked up the cum from both of their behinds before sitting them both up on the couch next to one another. She sat opposite them on the coffee table.

"Okay, I will do interview."

Margot cooed and stomped her feet in excitement, despite her ass being as sore as can be.

"Do not worry about bags packed, you will only need laptop, plus some recording device I imagine, where would I find these?" Talia asked.

She forgot for a minute they couldn't speak, see, or move their hands, but Margot motioned her head to the dining room table which had her voice recorder, and laptop on it.

"Ah, yes, very nice." Talia retrieved these, and nearby chargers for each, stuffing them into her bag. "Also, tooth brushes? Where is restrooms?"

Danny pointed his head towards the open door beyond the kitchen. "Ach, du lieber. Where is my mind?" Talia went to the bathroom, returning moments later with their toothbrushes, adding them to the bag also.

"Okay, now, we go."

They both muffled 'no clothes'?

"No clothes, where we are going, clothing only stifles the training. Come, I see house keys near where I enter."

She picked them both up, grabbed their house keys, and guided them outside, locking the door behind them. Exposed in the scorching Coachella Valley heat, they were concerned someone could see them. Talia was quick to lead them to an awaiting white Escalade with borderline illegally tinted windows parked out front. If anybody did notice them leave, they either thought they were hallucinating, inebriated, or it was probably something they shouldn't concern themselves with. Such is the nihilistic indifference of modernity. Once safely inside, and buckled in, Talia drove away, both kind of uncomfortable as their arms, now losing feeling were still tied behind them, but they were excited, whatever was going to come their way it was going to be sexy.

Thanks for reading part one, look forward to part two soon, feedback will be appreciated.