“So, Olivia, what brings you here?”

‘Here’ was Amazonian Physique, a bespoke private gym, and the person asking the question was its proprietor, Chantelle. Amazonian described her to perfection: six feet two inches of taut, lean muscle, her ebony skin, long dark hair, and hazel eyes, testaments to her Brazilian racial heritage.  

“I need someone—and somewhere—that can take me to the next level and help me reach my goals.”

“Which are?”

"Look, I’m going to be honest with you, Chantelle, I want the ultimate slim-thick look: ripped and lean up top, with a booty that makes the traffic stop.”

“I appreciate the honesty; that will save us time. So many girls waffle on about fitness and toning up but really want what you want. They just haven’t got the balls to say it. And you said somewhere? Mainstream gyms no good for you?”

“No, I'm sick of them. Halfhearted numpties starin’ at their fuckin’ phones and random blokes chatting me up.”

“I hear you. You go for gains, not dates.”

“Not dates with guys, for sure. As far as I’m concerned, the male sex could cease to exist, if it wasn’t for one thing.”

“Which is?” 

“Dick. I’ve tried every toy and strap-on ever made, but nothing really matches the real thing. Just such a fucking shame they’re all attached to dickheads.”

“Ha! I like your attitude. No dickheads in here, I guarantee it. Ok, let’s get to it. I’m going to concentrate today on four key upper-body exercises, then the three best booty builders. We’ll be using light weights for this first session while we perfect your form. Let’s start in front of the mirror and assess your current state.”

As instructed, I’d worn a gym set of tiny scrunch-ass booty shorts and a minimal bra top. Chantelle told me she needed to see my physique in detail for this first session, at least. 

“Right, give me a double bicep pose.”

I flexed it out. 

She stood behind me and ran her hands from my shoulders, over my biceps, and then down my lats and around to feel my obliques and abs as her eyes studied me in the mirror. 

“Olivia, you’ve got an elite physique, but we can add muscle and get you really ripped.”

She pulled the pose herself, and I gasped in admiration. Her size was really awesome, the biggest girl I’d ever seen. Like me, she wore a minimal bra top that just about contained her stunning rack, but she’d teamed it with super baggy track pants that sat low on her hips, showing the thick waistband of her underwear.

“Jesus, Chantelle, you’re really jacked. I’ve got to ask, is that all natural?”

“Hell yeah. People call me a freak, but everything you see today is what the good Lord blessed me with, plus hard training and optimum nutrition. Ok, do a three-quarter turn, let me see the glutes.”

I did as she instructed and looked over my shoulder to admire my bum.

“Yeah, I mean that’s a great ass. You're in the top one percent already, but we want to make it one in a million, am I right?”

“Yeah, exactly. I want more depth and more height.”

Chantelle put her hand on my left buttock. “So, sticking out more, yeah, and the shelf look here, right?” Her hand moved smoothly up over my cheek. 

“Right,” my voice had dropped an octave. I hadn’t expected her to be so hands-on, but there was a confidence about her, an authority, that compelled me to let her touch my body. 

“Ok, let’s get to it.”

As she’d said, we used much lighter weights than I was used to, but with the proper form and higher reps, by the end of the workout I felt a real pump all through my body.

“How was that?”

“Intense! I felt a real mind-muscle connection in every exercise, and, I dunno, I feel bigger already, especially these.” I stroked my biceps. "And this,” I spanked my ass. I gently touched her shoulder. “I’m excited to be trained by you. I think you’re going to be the one. Anyway, I’m fucking drenched in sweat. I’m going to hit the shower.”

Chantelle only accepted female clients, so there was just one changing room, quite small, with a couple of benches, lockers, and an open shower room. One wall was lined with mirrors.

I peeled off my shorts and bra and stood naked in front of the mirror. 

Fuck!

I could hardly believe what I saw; my delts and biceps looked twice their normal size, and my quads were thick and bulging.

I did half a turn to admire my rump.

Jesus.

It seemed to stick out an extra inch or two and be somehow higher, fuller, and wider as well.

“Like what you see?”

She was leaning in the doorframe, watching.

“Oh sorry, I was just..."

"Sorry, my ass. It’s with the mirror that we’ll judge your gains. You’re looking fucking good.” She came to stand behind me and put her hands on my shoulders, then ran them down my arms in the way she’d done before, but this time, nude, it sent an electric tingle through my body and lit a fire between my legs. “Most of this is just post-workout pump at the moment, but over the weeks and months to come it will become permanent, especially here.” She dropped her hand onto my bum.

Flushed, and with my clit pulsating, I grabbed a towel and stepped into the shower room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her pulling off her bra top and then grabbing the waistband of her trousers. Evidently, she was going to shower too.

There were four showerheads in the tiled enclosure. I took the furthest one away and stood facing the wall, washing away the sweat of the workout. My body was tense and expectant as I heard her come in and another shower start.  

I didn’t have to wait too long. Within a minute, her hands were on my shoulders, gently now. Her voice was soft and deep. "Stop me if I’ve misread the vibe.”

By way of an answer, I softly moaned and went to turn to kiss her, but she held me, firmly now, still facing the wall, then brought her hands round to cup my breasts, twisting my nipples and kissing my neck as her right hand went between my butt cheeks and delved into my molten cunt.

“Oh fuck yes, baby, I’m so wet for you.”

“Mmm yeah, so fucking wet, and now I’m going to taste you.”

She dropped to her knees behind me. I spread my legs and stuck my bottom out by way of invitation. She took hold of one butt cheek in each hand, pulled them apart, and dived right in, first licking all around my asshole, then, as I arched my back to give her better access, her tongue was inside me, swirling deep in my pussy before pushing up to flick over my clitty, over and over and over again until my legs shook with a massive orgasm.

“Jesus, Chantelle, you gave my pussy a real workout. Damn, you do that good.”

“Your turn, sweet cheeks; Let's see what you can do.”

She’d turned to face the opposite wall, hands braced against the tiles. Her bum was just incredible: wide, full, plump cheeks, her dark skin glistening and flawless. My mouth was watering as I eagerly knelt behind her. She’d kept her legs together and resisted my attempts to spread them, meaning that I had to pull her cheeks apart to get access to her anus. I eagerly slobbered over her puckered rosebud before thrusting my face deep into her bum cleft and entering her butthole with a rigid, probing tongue.

Her hand came round and held my head. “Oh yeah, you hot bitch, eat that fuckin’ ass.”

I was used to being the one giving the orders with girls, but something about this beefy Brazilian made me compliant and submissive. Obediently, I carried on.

Even with my face buried in her bottom, I sensed her hand was moving in a steady rhythm at the front, playing with her clit, no doubt.

Eventually, I pulled away.  

“Please, Chantelle, I beg you, babe,  please let me taste your cunt.”

“You’re going to taste me alright, blondie, all of me. I hope you’re ready for this.” She spread her legs.

I’d closed my eyes to better concentrate on my senses of taste and touch and smell, so I was completely discombobulated when something heavy banged into my chin. My eyes snapped open, but my confusion remained for a moment until…

“What the fuffff?" The last word was muffled as she reached around and pulled my head hard back into her ass and hard against a pair of big Black balls that hung low between her massive thighs.

“Suck on those two bad boys, bimbo, and don’t stop ‘til I tell you to.”

Astonished, but with my sex on fire, I did as she commanded. Each of her orbs was a mouthful on its own, and I swapped between one and the other, releasing them occasionally to tongue her ass again.  

After a while, she slowly turned. I stayed kneeling, expectant and eager to please.

What was revealed made me gasp in disbelief. Above those heavy balls was a copious black bush from which emerged a penis of prodigious girth. The thick vein on its underside pulsed all along the shaft, which rose and curved right up towards her navel, crowned with a giant mushroom head.

“Oh, Jesus,” my voice was hushed in awe.

“If I recall correctly, honey, you’re partial to some dick.”

“Oh fuck, yeah.”

“We’ll go on then, girl, show me what you’ve got.” I could barely get my hand around the base of her, and her erection was so powerful that I had to pull down hard to bring it level with my mouth.

I’d never seen a tip like hers. The ridge stood out half an inch proud of her shaft at least, and her wide-open eye hole was already dripping precum.

“Oh, baby, you’re so big.”

“You like big cock, blondie? You like a big Black she-cock?"

“Fuck yes, oh yes.”

I couldn’t wait any longer and took her between my lips. The power of her arousal made her tip press hard against the roof of my mouth. Both our hands moved at the same time; mine onto her buttocks, hers onto my head.

It was plainly apparent that I was going to get skull fucked. I gripped her ass to brace myself and opened my throat in the way I’d learned to do, as she combined a thrust of her hips with a pull on my head so that her girl-cock first filled my mouth, then breached my throat and went deep into my windpipe. Her thick bush was in my face, my lips stretched to their very limit to accommodate her girth.

“Ooooooohhhhh, yeah, oh fuck yeah, you have got some throat, my girl,” she started to move slowly forward and back, her strokes getting incrementally longer each time until the whole of her was fucking my face, right from that beautiful bulb, until her balls were on my chin.

No guy ever lasted long like this, and this shemale was no different. Within five minutes I felt her glutes begin to spasm, and then her thighs began to shake, her moans turned into wild cries, and then, without warning, hot cream rushed down my throat—six, eight, ten, a dozen pumps—what I couldn’t swallow spurting out of my nose onto the tiled floor.  

When her cock eventually stopped throbbing, she helped me to my feet, and we kissed, a deep, passionate snog, our tongues dancing, exploring, sharing her juice as my hands ran over her muscular biceps, her shoulders, then finally, those glorious tits.

Her voice was softer now, a lover’s voice. “Come on, Olivia, I’m not finished with you by a damn sight,” she said as she led me back to the locker room. 

I instinctively knew the position to take: on one of the benches on all fours with my back arched and bum high in the air.  

“Oh!” I gasped with pleasure as her tongue was inside me again, deeper this time. My God, I’d had cocks smaller than her tongue, circling deep in my pussy, licking my walls, drinking my juice until, quite suddenly, she stopped and stood.

I knew what was coming. I braced myself mentally and physically, consciously trying to open my vagina as wide as I could, but still, as that huge head touched my outer lips, its size at once alarmed and thrilled me.  

“Olivia, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you hard, as that’s the way I like it, so open that tight white hole for me and let me show you how a dick should feel.”

I expected her to ram it straight into me and start pounding away, but she didn’t. She positioned her glans against my entrance and then caressed my bottom as she gently pressed against me until, finally, the pressure was enough to open up my pussy and I felt her cock inside me.

“Oooooffff,” it took my breath away. Her shaft flared out down to its base so that with every inch I was stretched a little more; every thrust seemed to take me to my limit, but then she pushed again, and my lips and walls found an elasticity I’d never known I had until, finally, and to my relief, her thick curls touched my buttocks, and I knew I had it all. 

“Good girl, you are such a good girl, if only you could see how pretty your bare pussy looks stretched around my thick Black shaft.”

Already I could feel something tremendous building deep within me, something new that she’d unlocked.

“Fuck me, my queen, I’m close, and I want it deep and hard.”

She did exactly that, and as she built a steady rhythm, another orgasm tore through me, the deepest, hardest cum I had ever had, out of control, over the edge, completely at her mercy. I had abandoned my cunt to her powerful fucking, which got harder and harder and deeper and deeper until, as I had a second mind-bending climax, she let out a tremendous roar, and I felt her warm fluids flow deep inside my womb, her huge cock pulsing as she emptied herself completely. 

We stayed like that for a while, both breathing heavily as if winded by the power of our orgasms. I could feel the front of Chantelle’s thighs trembling against the backs of mine. She gently stroked my buttocks in a way that sent a tingle to my heart.

When she did eventually withdraw, I sighed, missing the fullness already, feeling hollow and empty as her semen gushed out of me down onto the bench.

She led me through to the showers again, and this time as we washed each other, there was no dominance or submissiveness, no trainer and client, not even trans and cis; just the tender touches and bashful smiles of two people who are both astonished and excited to have suddenly fallen so deeply in love.