Lauren POV (Lauren and Dante because of a request)

I went to the gym to get my mind off of things. Rat was away on a mission, and there was nothing for me to do. Well, I guess I still had Bethany and my brother to annoy, but what I wanted was to have sex. That was something Bethany nor my brother could give me.

The weights and gym equipment's metallic smell lingered in the air as I entered the weight room. Dumbells, power racks, bars, other metal objects scattered about the room, and on one of the benches sat a single person.

"Lauren, fancy seeing you here," someone said with a thick Irish accent.

I could tell it was Dante as soon as I heard his voice. "Fancy seeing you too." I turned around to smile at him.

Dante grabbed the weights with his massive arms and put them on a bar, asking me, "Would you mind spotting me?"

"Yeah. I can help you with that." As I walked towards the bench, I couldn't help but notice how much he had bulked up since I last snogged with him. Wait, why did I have to remember that?

His arms were bigger than Rat's, and his chest was so large it would put Superman to shame. I wonder if Dante could shag me harder than Rat could? My gaze shifted towards his crotch, and I had to remind myself not to let my lust take control of me. But what if his cock was bigger than Rat's? Bigger than Rat's cock, no way. What am I thinking?

Taking me out of my trance, Dante asked if I was ready, to which I replied, "Yes, yeah, go ahead, please."

My hands hovering right below the bar, my breasts were in prime position to be looked at, and I could tell Dante was peeking at my breasts from time to time, which filled my head with indecent thoughts. My bra didn't do a good job hiding my nipples, and the fact that they were getting harder wasn't helping.

It wasn't like I was innocent either though, instead of concentrating on spotting him, I could only focus on stuffing my dildo in my pussy later that night, imagining that it was Dante's cock. Maybe his pubes are also ginger, just like his hair. Fuck, I have Rat; I can't be having these thoughts.

After a couple more reps, Dante finished with his bench presses, asking, "Do you want me to spot you too?"

Forgive me, Rat, but it's your fault that I'm this horny. A mischievous grin surfaced on my face as I suggested, "Sure, thanks. Can you spot me during my squats?"

"Yeah, but do you really need me to spot you?" asked Dante, "You look like you can squat quite a lot on your own."

"But I want you to spot me and take that tank top off while you're at it. I want to see your abs," I whispered, approaching him and slithering my hand underneath his top. I started feeling his abdomen and pinched his nipple slightly as I put my mouth right next to his ear. "If you take it off, I'll take my bra off too. It's only fair that way."

"If you wanna fuck, just say so," Dante mentioned, looking straight into my eyes.

Oh my gosh, a man that knows what he wants. Why can't Rat be this forward with me? I winked at him as I let one of my nipples loose. "Fine, then why don't you start by taking my bra off."

Dante immediately went to work. He took his top off first, and soon enough, he was also taking my bra off. Once he finished unclothing the top half of our bodies, I got on my knees, pulling his pants down. Dante eagerly waited for me to start sucking his dick with a stupid grin on his face, and I could tell that his guy down there was also impatiently waiting for me.

The head of his dick emerged out of his foreskin as I pulled it back. I began by stroking his dick, and sure enough, his pubes were ginger. Now, his dick wasn't as long as Rat's dick, but its girth was impressive. Just by holding it in my hand, I can feel the size of it.

Using my free hand to massage his balls, I carefully applied pressure so that I wouldn't hurt his delicate area. I looked up to see Dante's reaction. His eyes were just tracking my movements. And honestly, it was hard to tell how much he enjoyed my handjob because he wasn't making any noise.

I took that as a cue for me to start using my mouth a little more. Making Dante moan became my mission. I maintained eye contact while stroking it, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock. Venturing further south, I ran my tongue around his balls; it was a little moist and wrinkly, but I savored the texture nonetheless.

I glided my tongue back up the underside of Dante's dick. Once I reached the head of his cock, I started to slowly suck it, moving my head back and forth along his cock. I heard a sound escape his mouth and finally knew that he was having a good time.

All of a sudden, he grabbed my hair and shoved his cock down my throat. Because it was so sudden, I didn't know my teeth hit his cock or not, but as I began to gag, that thought didn't matter. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was open; his face was radiating the expression of pure ecstasy.

"You filthy slag, you like this, don't you? Can I fuck your face?" asked Dante, his cock still in my mouth. His cock muffled any attempt I made to speak, and I could only nod in return.

Both of his hands now gripped the back of my head as he started to facefuck me. I could feel his girth hitting the back of my mouth every time he shoved his dick.

Dante began to moan a little bit more, and I knew he was close to finishing. Without hesitation, he pushed his cock all the way in, holding me there. Gagging on his cock, I felt my body involuntarily squirm with my hands tightly holding onto his thighs. My body told me that I needed to breathe for air and that it was too painful, but my slutty brain was telling me to endure it because I loved this type of roughness. The second I thought I wouldn't be able to take anymore, his lower body twitched as he unloaded his inside of my mouth. The fragrance of his muskiness filled my nostrils as I gasped for air while he gradually removed his cock from my mouth, his salty cum leaving a bitter aftertaste in my mouth.

"I want you to bend over so I can do you from behind," he said. "My cock is getting hard already."

"Wow, it's like you don't have a refractory period. Do me rough, okay?" I pleaded, begging for him to be as rough as possible with me.

The shiny metal equipment was cold in my touch as I used the machine as a brace to position myself for the fucking to come. Dante pulled my pants down, getting ready to enter my body.

I felt Dante insert his girthy cock, slowly filling me up. Grabbing both sides of my waist, he started thrusting into my pussy at the perfect angle. Dante's dick was stretching my pussy out, applying pressure to every square centimeter of my vaginal walls.

My involuntary moans were increasing as Dante became more aggressive and rougher with me. Warmth permeated throughout my lower body, coming and going in waves as his dick kept going in and out of my pussy.

I turned around and looked at him. "Spank me. I told you to be rough with me."

He only replied with a smirk on his face, but I knew that was a good enough answer. A second later, I felt a sharp pain as his hand slapped my backside. I couldn't help but let out a moan.

By now, the gym was filled with the sounds of my moans, Dante's moans, and his balls hitting my behind. That's when he abruptly took his cock out of me and picked me up. Holding onto his shoulders, he lowered me back onto his cock.

"Why'd you switch it up?" I asked.

"I want to see your beautiful face while I fuck you," replied Dante, turning me on even more.

All I could say was, "Then start fucking me again, you cheeky bastard."

Dante moved us back to the bench press and set me down on the bench. Teasing me by rubbing his cock on my clit, he played with my breasts. Fondling my nipples and squeezing them made me hornier and thirstier for his cock. Lying on the bench, I could feel Dante's sweat on my back from when he was doing the bench presses. Dante held onto each of my arms as he entered me from the front this time. Dante's leftover sweat proved to be an excellent lubricant as I moved around more while he shagged me nonsensically. It really felt like I was being tossed around, but in a good way, like I was riding a rollercoaster.

I was lost in ecstasy as his cock hit all the right spots, but he quickly pulled me back into reality. Dante was running his hand up and around my neck as if asking for permission to choke me.

"Choke me if you want," I said as seductively as I could, giving him a wink.

He promptly responded by placing his hand on my neck and applying subtle pressure. Just enough to make me feel like I'm being controlled, but not to the point where I literally feel like I'm dying.

"Fuck, I feel like I'm about to cum!" shouted Dante in the heat of the moment. "Can I finish inside?"

"No! Don't, I'm not on the pill." The thought that I could become pregnant with a baby other than Rat's flashed in my mind. "Just pull out and finish over my face or belly if you want, but not in my pussy."

Dante nodded in understanding, taking his cock out and spraying loads of cum over my stomach. The sounds he was making when he ejaculated on me pushed me over the edge, and I felt my whole body tense up, followed by an immediate release.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked.

He looked at me with a grin on his face and said, "Did I enjoy myself? It was better than I thought it'd be. Can I leave you like this? I want to take a shower."

A part of me felt a little disappointed when he asked if he could go, leaving me to my own devices. But, I guess what goes around comes around. If I was cheating on Rat and using Dante as my glorified sex toy, I should be able to clean up after myself.

Speaking of cleaning up, I better get rid of all this cum on me. Scooping up some of it with my fingers, I let it linger in my mouth. This time his cum was a little sweeter than before and lost a little bit of its bitterness compared to when he finished inside of my mouth.

The rest of the day, I was able to hold off my horniness. Having sex with Dante was like being able to scratch a spot on my back that I couldn't reach. But, it still didn't compare to having Rat with me.

Buzz Buzz Buzz

I looked at my phone, and it was Rat calling me. Of fucking course, he knew the right time to call. So the fact that I had just cucked him was eating away at me.

I looked at my phone one last time before I decided not to pick up. I couldn't bring myself to talk to him. What have I done?

After the missed call, I heard another buzz come from my phone. There it was on my phone, a single text notification.

I made a huge mistake. I'm sorry. We have to talk when I get back tomorrow. I'm going to board the plane soon. Love you.

I thought I had just made a huge mistake, and here Rat was, apologizing to me. Whatever the case may be, I knew that once he came back, that something was bound to happen.

Notes - I understand that this is a little rushed, but I still think it didn't come out too badly. I wanted to try to write in a girl/woman's point of view, so here is my attempt. It was much more difficult writing it than I thought it'd be, but nonetheless, it is here. Anyways, this was requested by someone, so if you have any requests, please feel free to message me, but it could take a couple months for me to write.