Natalie Portman: Gym Revenge (Blacked)
A compilation of hardcore interracial scenes plays over the Blacked musical theme. Before "Hollywood Edition" flashes on screen in golden letters. A gleam crosses the letters before it cuts to black. White letters fade in.
"All proceeds from this video will be donated to the Times Up Legal Fund."
Natalie Portman does a standing lat pull in a high-end hotel gym. Her soft brown hair is in a ponytail. She Her small breast covered in a tight sports bra, her taught mid drift flexing with each pull down.
A muscular black man in his early twenties stands behind her. Towering over her. She smiles shyly seeing the young hunk in the mirror.
"Looking good, nice warm up." He says smiling at her.
"Thank you, is my form, okay?"
"Your form is..." He says holding her waist and outer thigh, "almost perfect."
"Only almost perfect?" She asked. Smiling and smiling back.
"Theres always room for improvement." He said.
Natalie smirks at him before turning back to her workout.
Natalie Portman does a voice over, over a compilation of footage of her working out in ways showed off her petite body. The young personal trainer finds every opportunity to be handsy without taking it too far and eyes her body. She watches him attentively, clearly enjoying the attention.
"I had been working with Marcus since I moved to Australia a few months ago." Natalie says in voice over.
Natalie squats in unison with her trainer. His large dark hands holding her waist, just above her hips.
"Of course, I thought he was cute when I first met him, but it never occurred to me that anything could happen between us. He was at least a decade younger than me, and I am a married mother of two."
He stands behind her. His muscular arms wrapped around hers as she lifts dumbbells, making sure her form was perfect and he got a peek at her cleavage.
"I must admit. It was tempting. My husband had been working on his debut film in France for a over a month. We had been fighting before he left but I had to admit, I missed his thick cock inside of me. Between that, working out twice a day for the new Thor movie, and taking care of the kids I really needed a little stress relief." She says before giggling.
Natalie does sit-ups. Her trainer supported her. One hand holding down her tiny size 4 feet, the other supporting her back insuring she kept it straight. White tank top was wet with sweat, clinging to her black sports bra.
"I managed to resist the temptation until my jerk of a husband came home and told me he had, had an affair. Not even with a model or actress but some 25-year blonde bimbo. I couldn't sleep with him after that. Working out became my biggest stress relief. That and of course thinking about my trainer every night before bed."
A naked Natalie fresh out of the shower lays naked on a big plush bed, a womanizer pressed against her clit. She fingers herself to a shaking, sweaty, red-faced orgasm.
"Fuck me Maurice, fuck me." She moans as she climaxes.
"I had always stayed faithful to my husband but Somewhere between my steamy workout sessions, and the frustration of being married to a cheater I broke down. Something had to give, and I was hoping it was Maurice
giving
me a big load."
Now in real time Natalie finishes her last bench press rep.
"And 10." Maurice says in his baritone voice.
She racked the bar with a clink, before letting her head back and relaxing. Her chest was heaving.
"Just breath Natalie, you were really bringing it today." He said taking a knee beside her.
"Thanks." She said a bit dismissively.
"I'm serious, you've already got nice biceps, abs, thighs. You're going to look like a bodybuilder if you keep this up." He said smiling.
She sat up nodding her head.
"Thank you, I couldn't have done it without you." she said passively.
Maurice looked from side to side, there weren't too many people around, and the few that were had their headphones in.
He sat beside her.
"Is everything alright, you don't seem yourself today." He spoke.
"Sorry, it's not you, it's just stuff at home. I'm sure you've read about it in all the magazines."
Maurice nodded.
"Yeah, but you're going to get through it." He said putting his hand on her back and stroking it.
Natalie smiled sadly.
"I just can't get over him cheating. I just look in the mirror. I see every wrinkle, every stretch mark, every grey hair, I just hate the way I look." She says, her eyes welling with tears.
Maurice wraps a strong arm around her pulling him into his toned chest. She doesn't resist nuzzling into his pecks.
"I just feel so old, I'm famous, I'm in magazines, I went to Harvard, we have two children together but she's young and she's blonde and I can't compete with that."
Maurice lifted her chin with his gentle hands will they were making eye contact.
"Your gorgeous,"
Her heart was still aching, but she couldn't help but smirk. This wasn't some fat nerd saying he would love to bang her. This was a successful, stud who had his pick of young pussy,
"You think I'm sexy." she said quietly.
"I think you're a total Milf, all my friends agree. They're all so jealous when they found out I was working with."
She smirks to herself.
"You know what a Milf is right?" He asked.
She smiled.
"of course, I know what a Milf is, I'm not a Gilf." She said with a small smile.
He smiled too. It was particularly funny, but it was a nice moment.
The pause went on a little longer than was comfortable.
Natalie bites her lip.
"Do you ever think about me?" She asks.
"What?" Maurice asks.
"You heard me." she says, staring into his eyes.
"All the time."
"I think about you at night, when I am alone."
Maurice leans in and gives a light kiss. She reciprocates. Their lips pressed together before separating.
They stare into each other's eyes in silence. A mix of nerves and lust.
"I want you so bad." He said.
Natalie looks around nervously noticing the other people in the gym.
"Not here, do you live close by." She asked.
"No... but I do have the keys to an office the back." He said.
"Let's go." She said, smiling like a schoolgirl.
He took her hand and they rushed to the back of the gym.
The scene cuts to a small office with a messy desk covered in paperwork and office supplies. There are water jugs and supplies stacked on the side of the room.
As soon as the door was shut and locked, Natalie jumped into his arms and pressed her lips to his. Maurice griped Natalies firm ass with both hands, kneading her ass cheeks like dough. He wrapped his fingers around her cheeks, his hands covering every inch of her perky rear.
The couple kisses sloppy. Natalies arms wrapped around his neck, their faces pressed together. They moan as they kiss. Maurice holds her with one arm and sweeps off the desk with the other knocking everything to the floor. He carries her over to the desk sitting her on the edge. Natalie spreads her legs, the crotch of her tiny red shorts barley covering pussy. The outline of Maurices 10-inch cock pressing against her. Natalie looks down breathing heavy her brown eyes light up when she spots it, and she gets a nervous smile. Maurice, He spreads her legs, the right red shorts barley covering her increasingly wet hole. He presses himself against her rubbing their clothed crotches together. They press their lips together. Maurice slides his hand up her chest squeezing her tiny tits. They stare into each other's eyes with pure lust.
"You want me." She asks.
