The Mature Privilege 1

First Published in Great Britain in 2026 by Aiden Abbo

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Claudia & The Bodybuilder

When Claudia was growing up, she had wanted to be a scientist, a dentist, and even at one point a wildlife photographer. She had fancied the idea of going to Africa and seeing some of the animals in the flesh, breathing in the air, taking in the natural beauty of the continent and all the adventures and delicious food that it had to offer. Growing up in a struggling family however, and realising how expensive travel and professional photography equipment was, she pivoted into something else. She studied business administration hoping one day to have her own company and even briefly dabbled with her own make-up-artist-gig going around self employed and helping girls with their make up but the money was up, down, front and back, constantly shifting in a way which made it very hard to pay the bills.

Through the challenges that life sets forth, she ended up working in a gym as a personal trainer, something which she had never anticipated doing, until one of her childhood friends suggested it. It was made out as a good alternative to starting an 'Onlyfans' or just being dead broke in a city like London. She had many friends who were comedians, in their own minds, and that was one of them although the joke wasn't particularly funny. The advice however, was sound and had stuck.

She was thoroughly enjoying her job and discovering new things all the time, working as a personal trainer. When getting new clients to train, it did not hurt that she was five foot 11 with a shock of chestnut-reddish brown hair that she fastidiously straightened every morning the curls running down to her lower back when they weren't yet tamed by the irons. Blue eyes, high cheek bones and lips full and pouty, she had a classy beauty about her although she did not try to accentuate with excessive amount of make up. Her skin was to sensitive overall and so she kept away from caking it on, instead choosing to exercise and build a much more appealing frame with an athletic appeal. She went to teeth whitening once every month and looked after herself as best as she could.

Her place of work was London, in Angel to be most specific, a place so gentrified that Amazon had come in with their grocery store to take advantage of all the young men and women with disposable incomes and crippling addictions to retro clothing and lattes. It was the sort of place where the demand for coffee and co-working space was so high that they combined the two business models quite regularly. Some big business had recently opened a huge coffee-lover- paradise. It was one of those places where even on a Sunday it was packed full of cool young people, some sprinklings of the middle aged, and a few older people, all on some sort of electronic device or their noses stuck in books. Almost everywhere you looked people were working away, making their money or developing the next screen play for some Netflix show.

Her gym however, was just that, it was part of a large American chain which had extended its legs successfully across the ocean and established itself here. It was now across the UK in 290 locations. She knew the guy that owned this particular franchise and it had been one of the ways that she had been able to secure the job and not have to pay the expensive training needed to become a personal trainer. Yes she had in return set him up on a date with her sister but it had been a worthwhile sacrifice and the had hit it off and last 7 months before the relationship came to an end.

This was 'Regular Regime Fitness' or 'RR' for short, Claudia suspected that it wasn't a coincidence that the initials of the business also coincided with Rolls Royce, this was made only more obvious when she saw the owner's car, a huge beautiful Cullinan with a cream-gold paint job and red leather seats.

This was was not only her place of work but packed with such young hot guys full of energy and testosterone that she could not get bored. Some of those young guys loved to chat, to flirt, to look at her when she was walking past or trying to sort out the mess that some of the patrons created. The weights were constantly being moved around and put in the wrong place and putting everything back in order was such a pain in the ass that sometimes Claudia could not be bothered. There was always something to see, someone to admire as they worked on, doing movements with perfection or needing intervention before they injured themselves.

She was an older woman, late thirties and supposed to be slowing and settling down but she felt like she was only just beginning to live. Finding fitness again after starting this job, she was discovering herself with the lusts and desires of a 20 year old again. Especially when she really trained hard and fought the darker feelings of dissatisfaction and depression with heavy weights, it did something to her, something almost transformative, training. It was like the more she trained, the more a third eye opened in the centre of her forehead sometimes, it changed her perception of the world and what was possible. She had never thought in her life one day she would be capable of squatting one hundred and twenty kilos, her bodyweight plus 50 kilos and yet the numbers didn't lie.

Also looking at some of the muscular guys swaggering through the gym with arms and legs that looked like tree trunks, did not hurt either. It was true what they said, that if you hung around the right crowd you became more of what that crowd was. Birds of a feather did flock together and these young horny guys and gals that trained so often, were rubbing off on her. Claudia knew temptation was calling her name and it would only be a matter of time before one of these specimens of physical perfection was making a move on her.

Part of the reason for this was because she was often dressed in some of the tightest fitness clothing imaginable, she chose to wear very tight and very short shorts, sports bras which might be one or two sizes too small and showed a good amount of cleavage, just harmless self-promotion. It was how she felt confident within herself and able to command the sort of inner confidence which a personal trainer had to have.

Not everyone was like that, the average gym goer was usually nothing impressive, they were not confident in what they were doing or stuck to the same old routines never really pushing or seeing the results that they were supposedly chasing. There were however, some mass monsters sprinkled within, guys and girls that really wanted to sculpt their bodies and look like superheroes.

Claudia did not have to have a gun to her head to admit she wanted one of those guys, at times she day-dreamed about one of those coming to see her in the office and demanding a one on one session which included a lot of oral and vaginal stretching. She wanted guy with a huge chest, arms, legs. Someone that looked like they had walked off the Olympia stage and she did not mind whether or not he was covered in oil, she wanted to feel that, to run her hands up and down an Adonis-of-a-man. Underneath this was a desire to also run her hands up and down the bodybuilder's third leg.

In short she had been looking a while, the dating market was so full of trash and the unworthy in 2026 and she wanted someone that first of all wanted to love unconditionally, someone that was with her all the way. a man that looked good and also could take care of her wants and needs both in and outside of the bedroom. Too many of the guys she was seeing on the platforms were after just a good time and at least half did not know how to be generous, gentle and patient with the loving.

A real life bedroom was not a porno set and she was not built to be gagged, bruised and left dripping in the broom closet, that was definitely an acquired taste, something that you had to be absolutely ready for and wanting. Maybe it was the type of guys that she had been going for but then again men her own age just did not excite her that much, they were starting to slow down, to loosen up and get fat. Or worse yet they had the dreaded baggage, a divorce or two under their belt and a resentment against the fairer sex but still the desire to go into the next relationship. It was so complicated.

It was her job that had kept her busy and helped her to heal after her most recent break up five months ago. She had been seeing someone and thought everything was going well, she had been hoping that he might be the one because he seemed to be doing everything correctly, treating her right, showing her respect, getting on with her friends and not flirting with any of them, unlike some past idiots she dated. The split however, had been spurred on by consistent money problems that her partner had been facing, he could never seem to hold down a job and when they had briefly moved in together, he had been leaning on her for paying the rent because there were constant excuses coming out of him about this going wrong and promises to pay later but later never came.

This was something she had been only able to do for 2 months before she decided enough was enough, the free ride came to an end and the argument was acrimonious and horrible but he had to go. He had to move all his crap out and find a friend to crash with because she could not stand to be taken advantage of like that. Letting him go had been a blessing in disguise because she had been blinded by lust letting him move in with her, she was alone again but the good thing was that summer was on the approach now, the weather was starting to improve.

During the month leading up to the best season, she was getting the most sign-ups as a personal trainer. These were new-year resolutioners who wanted to make a big change, the new-year-new-me crowd that would come for a couple of months and then drop off entirely. She loved the fact that it meant more money but at the same time there was something really frustrating about getting to know someone, their motivations and tailoring just the right training program for them over weeks, only for all that hard work to go into the bin.

One such client was this young girl, Edith Corsica, she was a new year resolutioner who had never gone to the gym before, she was young and had an activist energy about her. The way she had her hair cut short and refused to wear a bra in the gym spoke volumes about her mindset and where she was coming from. Always choosing to workout in shorts and a loose-fitting vest, she was slightly unorthodox compared to most of the girls that opted for the sports bra, pasties, a vest or t-shirt and leggings. She was blessed with a big bust as and so when running, jumping or doing any of the exercises, it was a visual feast for Claudia let alone the other gym goers. Especially the young guys full of testosterone trying to pretend they did not notice those hard nipples bouncing around in the gym or working out on the bench right next to them.

Today for example was a Wednesday and young Edith with the short hair, had a 3 pm slot. She had arrived punctual as always and had been changed and ready for the sweat by 15:05. The same loose fitting vest, the same gorgeous double-d breasts with nipples that stood to attention through that white cotton material. It was down right criminal to be this much of a dick-tease but if this was what made the client comfortable and happy to workout? What could a personal trainer say?

Claudia herself was well endowed but Edith's chest almost gave her a pang of jealousy at just how full and round each one was. They had a natural droop to them which only made them more attractive but Claudia caught herself looking more than was good for a personal trainer, especially when her client was doing press ups, she had a great view of those breasts hanging in empty air, trembling with the exertion of the movement. The young girl still had a lot of room for improvement and both her chest and underdeveloped triceps had lots of potential for improvement.

The more the personal trainer had Edith running and exerting herself, the more attention was coming, even in her direction. So it was only a matter of time until a guy like the mysterious and elusive Luis Brecore, finally took notice from where he was in a dark corner of the gym, moving serious weight with unnerving silence. The aggression and raw power in his movements was such that it looked like the plates owed him money. A massive shadow that normally dressed in black and only spoke with the chosen. They were smaller lesser beings, nine times out of ten, who knew not to interrupt him when he was exerting his indomitable will over the plates.

Claudia had not even known he was in the gym, she had not seen him come in and was surprised when she looked into one dark corner of the gym and saw him there sitting on one of the machines, blasting a serious chest workout which saw him silently sweating under the hat and in the jumper that he was wearing which barely hid the formidable physique underneath. Three plates on each side, he was casually pressing 120kilos like it was 10, taciturn and enjoying the pain. He was the sort of silent powerful type, that sent a trickle of shivers down her spine.

Luis came in seldom but maintained some serious monster mass on his frame, she suspected him of having multiple memberships, that he went to a hardcore gym or two, not just here. There was no way to maintain all that freakish size naturally, this was onto levels unheard of to normal human beings.

He was the silent giant, opted not to speak much but focus mainly on working out and making use of the hour and a half to two, that he normally trained. He was some sort of mixed race black and Spanish, she guessed from afar but he always looked and smelled good regardless of what genetic make up might be behind the serious valleys and peaks of incredible muscle growth. They had never had a chance to talk because he mostly kept to himself when he was in the building, opting to workout his 6 foot 5 frame by himself and moving some serious numbers. He always trained with his hoodie up or a cap down low on his forehead so that even making eye contact with him was a bit of a challenge.

Today however, Mr Brecor made a concession and turned the cap backwards and when he was looking at energetic Edith, doing a circuit in the cardio section of the room. He was noticing the way those young breasts bouncing and swinging with movements of workouts. The beauty in the aspect of diamond hard nipples protruding so delightfully in the air conditioned atmosphere as the young lady did sit-ups, working her core and making her bust sway every time her back impacted the floor.

The muscle marvel also noticed Claudia, looking at her since she was similarly endowed and looking rather sexy in that sports bra. Tasteful cleavage rather than a loose fitting vest where titties could come spilling out, she was a more mature and grounded option for the discerning man.

She felt his eyes on her when she was bent over or demonstrating a workout to the best of her ability. She had been minding her own business training young Edith but more and more she became aware of the fact she was the one who had become the object of his focus. She had her hair swept back by a hair band but unconsciously moved stands out of her eyes as she glanced over to him. Oh dear God, it was that look of familiarity, a pearl white smile parting his lips, when he knew he had been caught admiring or perving, it did not make a difference, the game was on.

It was now clear to the personal trainer, that he was watching them both and would do it in a subtle way, when she was distracted by something else or trying to demonstrate the best way to activate muscles in her client's body. "Naughty boy..." she whispered to herself unable to stop a smile creeping across her face and a swirl of excitement in the base of her stomach.

He snuck glances in between sets of that workout which was hitting his big wide chest and causing all of that perspiration coming through the hoodie. Even though the clothing was loose-fitting it was easy to see huge slabs of muscle moving under the material.

"That's right Edith, get that blood flowing, get those legs pumping to the next station and here we are doing sit ups remember, yes get down on the floor and get that core engaged. Slow on the downward and power on the upward part of the movement, yeah just like that baby-girl, that is how you do it!" Claudia said encouraging the younger woman and helping her to count the reps, she had to get to 10, that was all but it was becoming a struggle 3 rounds into this circuit.

He was admiring way that she was interacting with her client, encouraging her and even taking part in some of the exercises by way of repeated demonstration, this also meant some bending over in very tight and short lycra shorts which left little to the imagination and judging by his smile a moment ago, he wasn't exactly complaining. It also explained why he was so happy to stay seated on the machine, standing up would have revealed a nice long protruding boner no doubt!

Claudia was now keenly self aware of wearing a very close-fitting thong, with all the lines of the tiny little undergarment showing through the tight material of the lower garment. A very thin and stretchy fabric that she had tasked with maintaining her dignity in this place full of red blooded muscle bound men, the king of whom, was now watching her. This knowledge did not help either when helping with some of the weights to make sure they weren’t rolling away and causing a hazard for other gym goers.

The young busty client was giving it her all and was messy about it, leaving weights here and there as she went in her gusto. "One, two, three, four, five, ah, six-ahh, seven, ah, eight, ah, nine, ah ten!" she said counting out the reps and feeling the burn in her biceps.

"Edith you have more in you?" Claudia asked her, she was still holding onto the weights and she tested. "There you go, give me 5 more each arm.

"Ah damn it, okay. One, two, three," she said as she started counting out the reps, the way she did the curls standing there, the material of her vest was pinching between her arm and her body, making her breasts look even more prominent, the nipples aimed straight at Claudia. "four....ah five, ah six, ahhh seven!" she relented putting the weights down,

Hands on her hips she said "no, my biceps are fried!" and then bent forward to put them on her knees instead which made her bust swing forward and sway from side to side as she wiped her forehead.

Claudia wasn't a lesbian but even she felt a twinge of desire looking at full breasts covered in a sheen of sweat swaying from side to side. "Fucking hell!" she whispered to herself as she took a swig of water. "You have worked your ass off today, you should be proud of yourself!"

"Thank you, what's the time!"

"You did the 5 circuits in 15 minutes!"

"No I meant, that's good but is our time up? I can't take much more of this!" she said finally straightening up.

"Your time is up, it has been an hour, but you did absolutely fantastic, you smashed it!" Claudia said once she had a moment to check her watch and see the time. Since this was her last client for the day, it was time to pack up and call it a day.

Her client was happy, flushed and sweaty from the exertion, she said her good byes and headed for the lockers with her green exercise shorts riding up her backside a beautiful ass to be sure. Claudia watched her go for a minute and then took a moment to collect her thoughts on how the session had gone and how she could better push the client next time.

For example as shaky as the press-ups had been, they had improved from last week when Edith had only managed 5, today she had actually done 10.

"See you working out as well as training!" a deep gravelly voice said behind her,

She positively jumped and spun around to see who had been talking. "Excuse me?" Claudia said turning around to see who had spoken and immediately feeling like the world had stopped moving. She had to look up from her 5 foot 7 height to speak with him.

"Sorry to startle you..." he said with a small chuckle. "I just wanted to come over and give some advice which could save you years of painful physiotherapy."

"Oh, hey!" She said feeling colour rush into her face. "I didn't realise you had come over! To help us..." The last part sounded rather awkward but she was visually overwhelmed and he smelled good too, was that Armani? or was it Jean Paul Gaultier? She wasn't sure and there were too many bloody thoughts running through her head for her to think straight. Exercise always did that to her, the blood was rushing to all the muscles and sometimes it was a struggle to form a coherent sentence.

"I love what you are doing, but you need to be careful of that shoulder," he said to her with a smile, pointing to the shoulder of his concern. He was not happy with something that she had been doing and that much was clear.

"How do you mean?" Claudia thought she had been doing it correctly and flushed despite herself, maybe it was because they were finally talking or some mild embarrassment,

"I know you are a personal trainer but can I show you...?"

"Yes absolutely, I might be a trainer but I am always open to learning, you never stop learning in this or any other field!"

"Very wise... he said in that same resonant tone.

The bass in his voice was causing tingles down her spine and awakening some in the most lecherous of places. She was smiling too much and caught herself before it was too late that he was having a very real effect on her, she had to calm down! She could not even see his muscles, the hoodie was a perfect cover for them but she shape could not be hidden, the sheer mass...formidable.

"Well, if I am doing lat-pull-downs, I am making sure to keep my elbows in as much as possible, you get more power and more engagement from the back muscles that way. Flaring them is possible but only if you are really targeting the rotator cuffs in some specialist movements as you presumably know..."

"Oh really... I did not realise I was doing it wrong, I did not even check my form in the mirror!" She said. "Sometimes the bad habits creep up on you whilst you are unawares!"

"Here, sit down on the machine and I will show you and touch the muscles as you recruit them."

It was a slight self-conscious ordeal to get onto the machine whilst the giant was watching her, she adjusted the leg support down from where he had put it up to accommodate his bigger, thicker legs. She grabbed the narrow grip handles but this time, did not flair her elbows but rather tucked them in as instructed.

"Yes just like that!" He said his voice so close to her ear, his breath smelling of the mint chewing gum that he was enjoying.

"Like this?" she said checking and nearly lost her grip on the handle because of his proximity and the gentle touch of his fingers as he indicated again the muscles she needed to form a mental connection with. Her fingers had to be reminded to wrap around the shaft in her hand tight although her mind was thinking about something else entirely being in her grip. Again shivers went down her spine and some of them to her clit which was engorging with blood down below.

"Yes just like that, do it until it burns until it starts to make you sweat, that's when you know you are hitting it right!"

"Very good!" His proximity was unnerving and what was worse was this giant of a man touching her upper back, his fingers gentle but firm.

He definitely helped her identify the muscles that she was working with, that particular movement. Although other hidden muscles were also working in the presence of such raw masculine energy. On some level he knew the effect he was having on her and he was enjoying the chemistry between the two of them as well.

"Yes I can feel them working, you are right!" She commented through the exertion of the movement, enjoying the burn that came with keeping that strict form and moving a fairly good amount of weight. She had also, done the same, identifying the muscle on his body that she wanted to also engage with rather vigorously. When he straightened back up and the outline of his bulge was visible in his jogging bottoms, she bit her lower lip to stop herself from moaning with desire like a wanton little slut.

"We might need to trade numbers, so that I can provide you with some personal training, you have a great frame, lots of potential, kind of a train the trainer program!"

"I didn't realise you were a personal trainer...!"

"This is why you won't see me for weeks at a time but I still maintain the size and girth!"

"Oh really?" She managed but swooned at the mention of girth, tried not to flush again and failed thanks to her dirty mind going to very filthy places. She could barely handle just being so close to him, let alone double-entendres as well.

"There you go, feel free to reach out, better yet we could go for dinner some time..."

"That would be amazing..." she said in sultry tone of voice. Thy hugged and then she left.

She could tell he was eager to get back to training and she was so excited at finally having his number. A connecting point with the shadow that most people just couldn't talk with. The mysterious and enigmatic bodybuilder who made his gains and money in complete silence. She could not believe he had chosen her, she thought all of his attention had been entirely on her young client with those gorgeous tits only to realise that he had been focusing more on her in the end.

When she got home, she ate, showered, brushed her teeth and got into bed. Even the act of cleaning her teeth made her think about sexual things when she gagged on the brush. Claudia was in deep desiring lust with a bodybuilder and she was barely in control of the part that he had awoken inside her.

She knew she could not reach out yet! She couldn't text him tonight with all of this excitement and horny energy, she would end up at his house bent over the mattress and making herself look like a right tart. No she had to play it cool, she had to be in control of herself despite watching him go, looking, staring at that incredible ass built from all those squats. To her, his legs looked good in those loose jogging bottoms.

She had to do anything but look desperate, heading to the office so that she could get her things, the personal trainer decided to finally go home. The day had proven to be an excellent one and there were no complaints just excitement at what was to come.

No she could not just frisbee herself at this Adonis, instead she thought about something else she could do to keep herself entertained tonight and a plan formed in the back of her mind.

****

She took to the bed with one of her favourite toys, a device which did not even need to be held or guided continuously for it to do the job of fucking the living daylights out of her. There were 9 inches at one end of the bed, ready to satisfy her in the way that she wanted. That amazing muscle monster was going to have to wait, that body of his, she wanted to see him naked, she wanted to tell him how much she desired to have his cock in her mouth and in her sweet wet little pussy but he wasn't here.

It was a machine that had the pleasure of taking her to the limits of an orgasm and that much was fine, her imagination was going to fill in the blanks as she imagined herself getting taken over and over again by a muscled assailant. Someone who was not meant to be here in the room with her, but having found his way in regardless, through the window, dressed in nothing but a balaclava and a pair of combat boots, the rest of him naked and glistening, skin stretched taught over over-developed muscle which rippled as he moved, as he stalked and snuck around her humble abode.

She could already see him watching her through the window, as she played with herself on the bed, thinking about someone coming in to fuck her. A bodybuilder, that she wanted to turn into her boyfriend and paradoxically here he was in her carnal hallucination. Exploiting the open window to invite himself in, totally care-free about the possibility of being discovered by the neighbours. A man of 110 kilograms, with his balls hanging in the cool evening breeze, as he perched on the window sill, black-panther-like and entirely perverse.

Imagining the way that he would saunter in like a panther, his body glistening with either sweat or baby oil, ready to be admired from his wide powerfully built shoulders, upper chest and abs, down to the thighs and chiselled calves. He was demanding her, to sit on the edge of the bed and start sucking that long hard cock without the ceremony of loving embraces, kisses and whispered nothings.

Far too urgent, demanding and impatient he would not even use words just point at her and stroke his cock with the other hand, coming towards her and rubbing hard meat across her lips like a savage, until she opened her mouth to protest and found herself with more than a mouthful. She trembled at the idea of being treated this way but the sense of submission in the play was so enticing and erotic to her.

No he would be demanding she really worshipping it like it was the most important thing in the world to her. He had a gruff voice, obviously Luis under the balaclava but a whole different and harder edged side of the man. Enjoying the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of that hot mouth of hers, the feeling of her gagging and struggling to breath as he pulled her head in and face fucked her a bit too deep for comfort.

In her mind's eye she was cast onto her knees and made to come crawling, whilst he sat there naked apart from the face covering and the shiny military footwear, his legs spread apart and a huge throbbing erection already shiny with some of her juices, waiting for her to resume the act of pleasuring him, of using her mouth, normally something off limits to such sordid activity. It was a beautiful set of lips she had, which in day to day activities out in polite society, would have never melted butter, now good for nothing more than tasting and fellating man-meat.

She was on her back as she started the machine the tip of it rubbing her clit was the tongue of the intruder, in her most private and sacred of places, completely defiling her with his bodybuilder's lust. All of that testosterone needing and outlet and finding it by drooling all over her pussy, finding her holes and tasting each one in turn, deeply prodding a tongue so long before eventually returning to the upper area of the slit, where it could do battle with the hidden and throbbing little clit.

She played some music to dampen the mechanical whirring of the machine, as it moved the dildo back and forth. She did not want the neighbours knowing what she was doing between these fours walls. She had lubricated it and pressed it down so that it stroked that sensitive area just the right way to send tendrils of pleasure through her navel.

As she imagined him eating her out with his powerful hands cruising all over her body, up to her breasts where they found nipples hard and waiting for attention. Hard and calloused hands, dry and slightly rough, just the right texture to let her know she wasn't dealing with no ordinary man, but rather one capable of producing some amazing feats of aggressive strength and power. She felt a tingle down her spine at the idea of danger that radiated from those hands on a raw animal level.

Then as she guided the toy itself herself down there between bare thighs, which trembled slightly with anticipation she moaned. The machine was whirring and she adjusted the speed so that it was going at a good pace. She spat onto her hand and added the extra lubrication to that shaft moving back and forth through the air with only one purpose in its smooth mechanical movement.

She imagined Louis entering her pussy, with the same cock that she had spent a small eternity sucking and trying to bring to orgasm. Huge, long and thick, like something out of sexual urban legends brought to life in her mind's eye as it dangled down between thick powerful thighs, the tip of it touching her cunt and then slick with her saliva to easily slide into her tight waiting pussy.

It felt so good to have him inside her, entering her inner sanctum, stretching the walls and making her back arch as the length of his prodigious member made itself felt within the further reaches of her sex. She watched the fantasy play out behind closed lids as the balaclava-d man kissed her, snatching the breath from her lungs as he slammed his cock hard into her. This wasn't the gentle fucking of man concerned with his hips or back giving out, no this was the hard pounding of one with questionable repute. The sort of balls-to-the-wall or in this case, balls slamming against the asshole type of fucking where he was raising his hips high and bringing them crashing down with deep strokes that had her crying out squirming and moaning loud.

She fought off the desire to come, even though her own fingers were playing with her sweet flower diving in between to target the most sensitive part. The fitness fanatic was lost to the world and in another place where the fantasy was so real she could practically taste the mouth of her conqueror as he laid siege to the wettest, sweetest walls that her body possessed. Acting as if his cock was the battering ram needed to finally win the battle, the war itself being one for the achievement of a sweet climax.

She had to build it good and properly before finally letting it explode. In her minds eye she was tossed about on the bed, she was turned over and her hips pulled up and back so that the personal trainer was in an ass-up and face-down position before she could keep up with what was going on. Spankings ringing out in the room when she wasn't bucking back on him hard enough, her efforts not pleasing him to the degree that he wanted.

As it slipped in and out of her. Vaginal walls gripping the toy, she started to play with her bare tits imagining rough hands gripping them as he took her from behind, again slamming that cock in deep to make her feel it, banging her so hard that the headboard was sending Morse Code to the neighbours that Claudia was not only getting fucked hard but also about to come.

In the world of filth between those ears, she had her assailant by the balls, caressing and fondling them, encouraging him to empty them inside her body. His hands were feeling the already hard nipples and he was pinching and pulling them with aggression which made her cry out as he made her arch her back deeper, grabbed her hair and pulled until she could not submit any further, her pussy trying to grab his cock tighter, the fight between them so carnal and raw that they were covered in sweat as they tried to see who would cum first.

She could feel how wet it was back there already and these fantasies were only making things worse as she felt, with the power of her mind, a huge cock being plunged into her from above her buttocks by a naked man who had gotten onto the bed with dirty black boots from outside. He was pounding into her white smooth and round buttocks whilst she was entirely defenceless, face-first in the bed covers and stretched open by a big thick cock slathered with her carnal juices.

The fingers she sent down there on a carnal mission to find and persecute the little man in the boat, rubbing and massaging him in circular motions weren’t helping either. There was only one way this as going to end and she was building up to it with circular rhythms of her well-trained fingers, she had done this more times than she could count and also the fact that the fantasy was backed with the reality of anticipation made it even more powerful as she rode waves of pleasure to her orgasm which made her really cry out softly, breath catching and releasing only to catch again.

She imagined him coming at the same time she did, releasing his load across her back as she moaned and encouraged him to hose her down with his man seed. All of that hot thick creamy cum, just for her, something she could wear on her way to the shower. A glistening new dress that could only be worn once and had to be washed away after it had been all over her pale beautiful body.

Claudia trembled and moaned to herself with a deep sense of satisfaction, she turned the knob to stop the machine now that the dildo had served its purpose and fucked her into oblivion. Her beautiful blue eyes stared at the ceiling as she wondered if the real thing would be as good as this. She guessed it would only be a matter of time until she knew the answer to that question.

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