Just for the grin.
GA - Ranong, Thailand - 16th March 2014
SAMANTHA BONNER is at the gym. She's in the trainers' office, post-workout, kneeling on a yoga mat. Samantha is on her knees, the palms of her hands flat on the mat while she supports herself on straight arms, her hips thrust back and up, her round buttocks raised. Samantha is a very attractive blonde, she's twenty-six years old, and at the moment she's looking back over one shoulder while a muscular, toned man fucks his cock into her.
Samantha's big breasts are swinging back and forth, swaying under the loose wife-beater vest she wears to the gym. It was the sight of those large tits that spurred her personal trainer to make a move on her, Samantha's breasts and the way she gave the well-endowed black man the glad-eye was all the encouragement he needed.
The glittering engagement ring hadn't meant a thing to the trainer. He'd seen Samantha and wanted her. That she was eager to bend over and open her legs was the icing on the cake.
They had played a little flirting game at first, the man dropping innuendo while Samantha had made it blatantly obvious she didn't mind where he put his hands during the demonstration and practice moves on some of the exercises. The preliminary fencing had excited Samantha, her pussy had oiled and her nipples had tightened and grown, the twin points a clear signal to the trainer that the hot blonde was up for it.
The trainer had invited Samantha to the office under the pretext of signing a monthly contract, but both of them knew, even as Samantha followed the man, her eyes on his shorts moulded to taut buttocks, her appraisal going from his backside to the powerful arms and wide shoulders, that as soon as they were alone it would begin.
So there she is, on her knees, offering her pussy.
"Oh, God," Samantha groans. Her mouth falls open as she stares back at her lover. He's so thick, the girth stretching her while the length of him splits her open. "That's a big dick in my little pussy, she whines."
The man smirks at that. He holds Samantha's waist, his fingers almost spanning the girl's body. "It's a tight pussy, too, Miss Bonner," he says, easing his length out of that liquid embrace. He looks down at the shaft coming back out of Samantha, sees it glistening with her desire. "And wet," he adds. "You're really turned on, aren't you?"
Samantha gasps and mewls. Her head lolls forward and blonde hair sweeps across the yoga mat. "I've been thinking about fucking your big cock since we started the induction," she mumbles. "My pussy's been getting wetter and wetter." Samantha moans again and thrusts back, desperate to feel the man deep. "I'm so fucking horny," she mutters as the flesh of her hips ripples with the force of her driving back onto her lover's probing cock. Her skin slaps against the man's thighs, Samantha's grunts of pleasure synchronising with the meaty thwacks.
The trainer gasps and shifts his grip from Samantha's waist to her hips. His fingers dig into her as he pulls the blonde onto his dick.
"I'm doing a good job on you, aren't I Miss Bonner?" the man says. He slaps a bare buttock, grinning when Samantha yelps. "Tell me," he urges, his dominant personality coming to the fore. "Tell me how good it feels to get fucked by this big cock. You like it, Miss Bonner?" he asks, spitting the question through gritted teeth. "Is it big enough for you?"
Samantha groans and slips down to rest on her elbows, her head going onto a forearm while her hair spreads in a pool across the mat.
"It's fucking gorgeous," the blonde mumbles. Her rump is higher now, her derriere presented to the trainer as she submits to his tempo. "I love it. I just love fucking this big dick."
The man looks down Samantha, the shape of her body sending a hot flash of lust through him. He slides the flat of one hand from the woman's coccyx up over her spine. His wrist pushes the wife-beater vest up Samantha's back, the garment rumpling when his hand moves under the hem, ruching it up to Samantha's armpits. He grabs the bunched rope of the vest and forces it over her head, the woman coming up onto straight arms again.
"Yeah," the trainer moans when he sees the sweep and curves revealed. "That's one hot body, Miss Bonner." He slaps the blonde's backside again -Twice, two stinging smacks that immediately glow pink. "You're one of those pampered bitches, aren't you, Miss Bonner."
It's a statement, not a question.
"You're one of those bored rich bitches with nothing to do except spoil yourself in a spa and think up ways to get your pussy fucked."
He slaps Samantha again. The girl moans and begs him to fuck her harder, deeper, faster.
"Am I right, Miss Bonner?" he asks as he leans forward, his cock wedged inside the blonde.
Samantha gasps when his hands close around her swaying breasts.
His voice sounds close to her ear. His breath is hot across her throat when he whispers, "Tell me, bitch, tell me just how it is for you."
"Oh," Samantha mewls. "Please," she gasps, "fuck me. Please fuck me. Squeeze my tits and don't stop fucking that thing into me."
Her head swivels as she turns to face him. Her eyes are glazed, her expression one of tortured desire.
"Kiss me," she mumbles, the request coming out slurred, a glutinous plea as Samantha's need bubbles inside her.
Then he's thrusting into her, his torso low over her back, his feet flat on the floor while the big muscles in his thighs take the strain. The two of them are kissing, slurping and slobbering, breath panting out of them while Samantha grunts and gasps and he mauls at her breasts. It's an awkward, uncomfortable position, but neither one cares, they're both too hungry for one another to be bothered.
"Fuck," gasps Samantha when they break apart. "I'm going to come," she mutters, twisting at the waist when the trainer eases back onto his knees, his hands going around the girl's body again. She splays her buttocks with one hand, her body angled so she can look back at the man behind her. "You're right," she hisses through clenched teeth. "I'm a spoiled slut who loves to fuck." Her eyes spark, a flash of emotion that could be mistaken for hatred, but which, in actual fact, is a simple yet intense desire for her lover to fuck into her body. "I'm a hot-arsed bitch with an itchy cunt," she mumbles.
"I can help you with that, Miss Bonner," the trainer replies, his thrusts slowing. Then he's easing in and out, teasing the blonde with his length as she continues to stare at him, her eyes feline. "Any time you need to exercise this pussy..." He glances down to where Samantha's body is accommodating his cock. "...You let me know." The man grins and winks and pulls his whole length out, slapping the keel of it against the cheeks of Samantha's backside.
"Is that me on your cock?" the girl gasps, referring to the gooey smears on the man's shaft. "It's all slippery and glistening." She pushes a hand between her legs, and her fingers find the dangling flaps and the molten centre of her sodden vulva. "I don't know when I've been this wet before," the girl gasps, her eyes wide as she examines her smeared fingers, holding a hand in front of her face. She turns again, her gaze glassy and heavy-lidded, the words coming out of her thick and treacly. "Put it back in," mumbles Samantha. "Please, put it back in and fuck me."
