If you’re going to wear a sexy bikini, your partners are going to want to fuck you. This is from the July 5th holiday story. It contains spoilers for Training the Trainer, so read at your own risk.

And so, that afternoon, before Grace was allowed to shower, she bent over the bed in their room at the resort and Brian whipped her ass — still covered, at least a little, by her bikini bottoms — thirty times, until her entire backside was alight with agony.

“I don’t think she’s getting the message,” Corinne said, her hand on Grace’s hip. “It’s the fifth day here and she’s gotten punished every day.”

“I noticed.” Grace heard the rustling of Brian taking off his swimsuit, and then felt the heat of his cock between her cheeks. “I’m not sure what else we can do to convince her, though.”

“I have an idea.” Corinne sounded sneaky, which was not something Grace appreciated — Brian might be Grace’s top, might be the one she called “sir”, but Corinne was over both of them, and she was fiercely creative when it came to kinky things. “Why don’t you fuck her ass first, though?”

Grace’s nipples tightened. Some preparation would have been nice — Brian’s cock was pretty thick — but she’d taken it without before. She could manage it.

Brian pulled down her bikini bottoms and then added lube to her ass, and to his cock; meanwhile, Corinne climbed onto the bed and positioned herself in front of Grace. “You know what to do,” she said.

Grace didn’t bother to nod. She loved Corinne — she loved Brian, too — and she was always willing to give her pleasure. Corinne tasted like heat, her skin salty from being outside most of the day, and Grace buried her face into her lover, grabbing onto her hips and pulling her closer. Not only because she knew Corinne liked that, but also because, as she felt the blunt head of Brian’s cock start to penetrate her, her moans would reverberate through Corinne’s body.

Brian wasn’t being nice this time. Instead of going slowly, he pushed his way in, inch by inch, until his hips were against Grace’s ass and she was whimpering even as she breathed in the scent of Corinne’s body. Corinne dug her hand into Grace’s short hair and pushed down, and Grace, eyes watering a little from the pain and intrusion, started to lick again, exactly the way Corinne liked it. “Good girl,” she cooed. “Good girl.”