TUSHY Bored Rich Girl Gapes For Personal Trainer On Vacation

The sun blazed down on the white sand beach, the shimmering turquoise sea stretching out to the horizon. Gaiety and music orgasmed from the nearby bar, but Amara, the bored rich girl, had no interest in the raucous revelry. She slumped on her beach towel, scrolling through Instagram, searching for diversion. Suddenly, a tall, muscular man strode past, his washboard abs glistening under the tropical sun. Amara sat up, intrigued. If there was one thing guaranteed to cure her ennui, it was a hot, virile man.

Amara called out to him, “Excuse me, miss?” He turned, his chiseled face breaking into a dazzling smile. Amara quickly assessed him – his sculpted physique, his dark, intense eyes, his devilish grin. It all screamed “Personal Trainer.” Just the specimen she was looking for.

“Hi, I’m Amara,” she cooed, crossing her long, tanned legs and arching her back just enough to entice. “I’m new to this gym. I was hoping you could give me a private tour?” She added “private” with a wink, clear what she was implying.

The trainer approached, his smile widening. “Of course, miss,” he replied smoothly. “I’m happy to show you our gym. Anytime you’d like to…work out.”

Amara’s ballooned, her skirt riding up her thighs. “I was thinking more…personal training, actually.”

“What did you have in mind?” he purred, flexing a bicep. Amara licked her lips. “Oh, I think you know exactly what I have in mind, don’t you? I’m just so…tired of working out alone.”

The trainer lowered his shades, eyeing Amara hungrily. “What are you wearing under that sexy little skirt? Tiny panties, I bet.”

Amara smirked. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” She flipped over onto all fours, her round ass jutting up, daring him to make a move. The trainer grinned, his eyes flickering with arousal before kneeling behind her. He hoisted up her skirt, revealing the tiny red thong barely covering her pussy. “Beautiful,” he growled, tracing a finger along her folds. Amara gasped, pushing back into him. “Don’t tease,” she breathed. “I can see how hard you’re getting, all for me.”

He grabbed her hips, pulling them back as he rubbed his arousing cock against her ass cheeks. Without warning, he ripped off her thong, plunging two fingers deep into her pussy. Amara moaned shamelessly, arching into him as he fingered her hard. “More,” she begged. “I need more of your big, thick…” He wasted no time, shoving his engorged cock into her soaked pussy. Amara screamed in pleasure at the sudden penetration, loving the way his girth stretched her walls.

The trainer thrust hard and deep, ramming his cock into her over and over. Amara met each thrust, her ass slapping against his muscular stomach, a symphony of flesh against flesh. “Yes!” she cried, squeezing her muscles around him. “Fuck me harder!”

He gripped her hair, pulling her head back as he slammed into her even harder, grunting with primal lust. Amara could feel the tension building, coiling tight as he fucked her with wild abandon. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” she screamed, thrashing and writhing underneath him. The trainer maintained his relentless pace, feeling her walls convulse around him as she came undone.

But he wasn’t done yet. Nor was Amara. She flipped over, shoving him onto his back before straddling him. “My turn,” she purred, sinking down on his still-hard cock. He groaned at her tightness, throwing his head back as she impaled herself on him over and over.

“Yes, that’s it,” she purred, riding him hard and fast. “I love your cock pistoning into my pussy, making me cum all over you.” She leaned down, grinding her pussy against him as she captured his mouth in a hot, wet kiss. He reached up, groping her tits through her thin top, tweaking her nipples until she mewled into his mouth.

Amara sat up, bouncing on his cock with savage abandon. She was so close again, her clit throbbing with need. The trainer reached between them, rubbing her clit hard as she rode him. It was all she needed to tip herself over the edge once more. “Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” Amara wailed, coming so hard she saw stars. The trainer gripped her hips, slamming her down on him once more before holding her tight as he exploded inside her, filling her with his hot cum.

They collapsed next to each other on the towel, panting and sweaty. “I think you’ve burned off enough calories on that private training,” he joked. Amara grinned, pulling him in for a searing kiss. “Oh, I’m just getting started,” she replied wickedly. “Ready for round two?”

The trainer smirked, eyeing her hungrily. “Is that a challenge?”

Amara opened her legs, one hand trailing down to rub her sensitive clit. “Take it however you want, big boy. I’m all yours.”

And so, the personal trainer and Amara embarked on a long, sweat-soaked, pleasure-drenched day of Kama Sutra-style fucking. The sand provided the perfect carpet for their hot and heavy coupling, and she rode him, sucked him, spread her legs for him in every imaginable position. He ate her pussy until she writhing and begging for his cock, and she took him in her mouth, deepthroating him until he was ready to explode. There was no denying either of them – Amara was a sexual beast, insatiable and wild, and she used him for every last drop of pleasure she could wring from him.

Hour after hour they fucked until long shadows stretched across the beach. Finally, utterly exhausted and spent, they lay wrapped around each other on the towel, bodies slick with sweat and fluids, utterly satisfied in a way that only the most carnal of encounters can bring.