Power Struggle
During the time I was weight lifting, I had quite the crazy number of experiences I can discuss about. Being a 19 year old teenager with a lot of testosterone, a ton on muscle to boast about, and having decent looks, I can say a lot about getting friends at the turn of the head and hookups at the first conversation. I was in college and even though there was a gym, they didn’t always have the equipment in tip top shape so I always worked out at LA Fitness outside of the campus. Even though it costed me extra money, it exposed me to a lot of people in the town or students at the college campus.
One of the many girls I hooked up with actually ended up becoming a girlfriend for a while I met at that gym. It was November and the year was getting into its freezing winter months. Temperatures were beginning to dip close into the 30’s and the weather was almost consistently cloudy at this point. Because most people didn’t like working out at night and that it was cold outside, almost nobody would ever show up to the gym past 8 at night so I began working out at that time.
Almost nobody would show up. The only person I’d see on a consistent basis was an older guy who ran 5 miles each day on the treadmill and then did core training. I mostly had the weight lifting equipment to myself which allowed me to make my workouts more resourceful. One day, that was different.
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It was a Thursday night and I was getting close to wrapping up my workout. I always ended by doing a bench press and pull ups when a woman walks over closeby to where I am. She looks to be in her mid twenties with dark brunette hair and wearing a jacket with skin tight yoga pants. That’s when she pulls her jacket off and I am greeted to the sight of a workout bra holding back a big bust and a sexy, perfectly etched 6 pack. I instantly become horny as I see her get the dumbbells and when she curls, fantastically strong muscles press out of her skin. I consider talking to her but she doesn’t look like she wants to be bothered with as she’s wearing headphones and not showing me any sight of interest or even looking at me. I finish my workout while I watch her curl and then work on her core strength with some of the machines around the area.
I gather my Gatorade and run back to the locker room. Realizing I smell like an expired can of Axe, I strip myself of my muscle shirt and athletic shorts. I get over to the private showers avoiding the public one’s where I turn one on and get the water hot enough to where it begins to fog up the small room. I get my soap out of the locker and a towel off of the rack and soap up and shower myself off.
I scrape the towel around me and then wrap it up around my waist where I sit down on one of the benches next to the shower to dry off as I watch the steam float on the ceiling. That’s when I hear the sound of a door opening and the hustled footsteps of someone. I then see someone running and then stopping at the sinks in front of the mirror to see it’s the same woman. She turns one of the faucets on and rubs her face in the water.
“What our you doing in here?” I interject.
She spins around in shock and she looks at me with a surprised look on her face. “I’m sorry! I thought no one was here.” Her soft voice reaches my ears. “Do-do you want me to go?”
“You’re fine. My question is why am I staring at a woman in the man’s showers?” I question.
“I’m running.” She claims.
“From who?” I ask.
“There’s just a creepy old guy who keeps staring at me in the corner eating a pickle or something so I felt that I needed to get away so I’m in here.” She explains.
“And you think hiding in the men’s shower room while he’s a man will help that?” I assume.
She laughs under her breath. “I don’t know. I just felt I had to get out of the gym.”
“My personal recommendation is get used to those people.” I inform her.
“Why?” She says in a confused tone.
“We call those the protein pouncers or at least us guys do. Most women will call them creeps but we’ll get people in here who just watch because we have decent body types while they fantasize about having that kind of person in their bedroom of which nature calls them to do.” I explain.
“And you have experience with this?” She quizzes sarcastically.
“Yes.” I answer.
“How?” She asks in a more serious voice.
“Last month. Had a girl walk in. She couldn’t have been older than 20. Come to think of it, she was probably high school age.” I begin.
“Really?” She questions.
“Yeah so she’s in no position to work out or run judging by her clothes. I’m over working on my legs on the other side of the gym and I notice that she followed me. There’s a black chair in the corner of the room and she sits down on it. After about 10 minutes of working on my legs, I look at her and she’s got pants down, panties down, masturbating only a few feet in front of me.” I explain.
“W-w-what?!” The woman says out of shock.
“You want to know the kicker?” I question.
“Yes, I do.” She says enthusiastically.
“She made no attempt to cover it up. She wanted me to see it. When I looked at her, she just smiled at me not moving.” I announce.
“So.” She begins.
“So what?” I continue.
“Did you take her home?” The woman finishes.
“No. I didn’t.” I answer.
“Well that’s a shock. I’ve always been told guys will sleep with any girl who shows them attention.” She states.
“I can tell you, that’s the biggest lie anyone has ever told you. I might have a history of sleeping around but I won’t just sleep with anyone.” I remark humbly. “She also seemed to be underrage and that was the hairiest twat I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh god.” The woman puts her hand up on her forehead.
I laugh at her response.“Yeah, I-I have a history of sleeping around, too.” She adds.
I nod. “It’s an option we have as gymnasts. Nobody would deny that.”
“It was the other way around for me.” She claims.
“Why’s that?” I ask.
She leans up on the sink with her head raised to the ceiling then looks back at me. “You want to know the real reason I’m here like not in the bathroom but at the gym?”
“Sure.” I nod.
“When I was a teenager, I was just a frail girl in a small town with nobody to depend on. Not even my parents who were the most negligent people. So when I turned 16, I had no impulse control and began sleeping around with any guy who gave me attention because it let me forget for a moment that I always feel abandoned. After sleeping around with who knows how many guys and a countless number of blowjobs in the high school stairwell, I found a guy who seemed to not be the trashiest person in the world. I ended up marrying him when I was 19 just going through college. He wanted me to quit my education to have kids but I didn’t want to be knocked up and lactating. He got mad at me and he pressured me into doing a lot of things just because he towered over me. After my education which I was somehow able to complete, I began to work out hard because it was a way to get away from him. I finally signed the divorce papers and called it quits so I moved here a few years ago, found a job I could work at without feeling like I’m on pins and needles, and having some time to work out. I began to build muscle to try to force myself to believe I’m strong when I’m really just a weak character. I still do it because I know it’s healthy for me.” She explains with a solemn look.
“You and me have similar stories actually.” I add.
“What’s that?” She asks.
“I was a small teenager in high school. Barely 5’9”, only a few hundred pounds. I was bullied a lot. I can’t tell you how many beatings I got. None of the girls wanted to date me. They all were fucking the football players who stood at 6’4” with the biggest muscles you ever saw. So when I was a senior, I decided to hit the gym to get strong because I thought then I’d be wanted by the girls as in all honesty, sex is more important to me than a relationship. A late growth spurt helped me with that and I grew strong. I then decided to train in MMA because it would be a way to get back at those guys who once beated me but all it made me do was just become destructive so I quit MMA after a few amateur fights. Went to college continuing my workouts and got what I wanted, a lot of girls but I don’t get into relationships almost ever.” I tell the story.
“Why is sex more important to you than a relationship?” She asks folding her shoulders up.
“It just feels fantastic. Nothing beats that feeling of orgasm and thinking as a primal male, I’m called to have sex with several women to spread my seed being on the top of the survival ofthe fittest. Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m knocking women up left and right because then I’d get child support which just isn’t a great idea but I still participate in what my nature side calls me to do. Besides, relationships become complicated. Some people hit their ceiling with things faster than their partner and whoever reaches it first is the one who will hold back the relationship. The ideal, perfect relationship is one with no set boundaries or limits. You have a maximum amount of trust you build over time with that person with an upheld amount of respect but sense you don’t see that hardly ever, I don’t get into them. I get what I want because I’m on the top of the dating chain without the complicated part.” I explain.
“So what happens when you’re 50 years old and no longer on the top?” She asks.
“I don’t know but with how old I am, I say that I can keep this up for a little bit.” I respond.
“How old are you?” She asks.
“Nineteen.” I answer.
“Wow. I would’ve never expected that.” She comments.
“I get that sometimes.” I smile. “What about you?”“Twenty-six.” She claims.
I nod. “I don’t ever see you around, are you new here?” I question.
“I’ve been here for a year but I rarely work out at this time. Are you asking am I new here or have you slept with me, yet?” She questions.
I laugh and she does, too.
“Well, maybe that will change by the time I walk out of here.” I add.
She laughs hysterically.
“I know you told me you don’t like sleeping around but I, I do like you if you were interested.” I say on a more serious tone.
“Is that so?” She questions. “I don’t think you know me.”
“Maybe not but what makes you say that?” I ask back.
She smiles and laughs nervously. “I um. I’m into…stuff.”
“What kind of stuff?” I question.
“BDSM. I’m a female dom.” She can barely say out of her own anxiety.
“Really?” I ask. “How’s that?”
“It’s really fun. Only problem is most guys don’t like being in a vulnerable position to a woman which is probably why I’m still single.” She walks over toward me and sits down on the bench next to me. I then pick up on her smell and despite it being an odor, it’s not unbearable.
“Yeah. I’m not of interest to you I don’t think.” I tell her.
“I don’t know. I like feeling in a dominant presence on occasion.” She twiddles with her hands.
I take in a deep breath. “Am I that person?”
“Maybe.” She then gets up. “I need a shower.”
“Go ahead.” I invite her.She then gathers a towel and then stops. “Well, can I ask you something sense you didn’t instantly label me a creep when I told you about my tendencies?”
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Show me what it means to be the dominant actor. I’ll struggle against you to try to get the upper hand. If you manage to get me down, use me like I am a doll. If I get the upper hand then I’ll show you what it means to be a submissive man.”I laugh. “So you want a sexual power struggle?”She laughs for a long time and nods. “Yes.”
“Well, the boxing room is empty. We can do it in the cage and lock the door.” I offer.
She instantly runs over to me and takes my hand with a strong grip and pulling me off the bench.
“Wait, I’m naked.” I explain to her wrapping my towel up.
“Don’t worry about it.” She claims.
I follow her out the hallway away from the gym and into the boxing room. We get in and I turn the lights on while she locks the door.
“I never caught your name.” She tells me.
“I’m Brandon, you?” I ask.
“Megan.” She murmurs.
I follow her up to the boxing ring slipping through the rubber polls for a fence and lean up on my end of the cage. I notice Megan messing with her top.
“Well go on, don’t be shy. It’s just you and me.” She takes her top off revealing what must be d cup breasts at least of a 34 size.
I untie the towel around me to where I’m standing naked a few feet away from her.
She then takes off her yoga pants and drops her panties with them revealing a hairless camel toe.
I instantly start becoming hard from my once flaccid penis as she’s stark naked with her olive skin glowing from the lights above.
“Am I okay?” She asks.
“Yeah. Me?” I question.“Should be fine. Damn, you’re big though.” She comments.
I laugh.
“I hope you haven’t fucked a virgin with that thing.” She claims.
“I did once actually.” I laugh.
She does, too.
She begins to walk up toward the middle of the ring and I walk up with her. She gently kisses me. Her nicely moist lips making impact with mine. Just as I’m about to ask when to start, I feel a swift kick sweep me off my legs and onto my back.
“So you’re going to make me earn this, huh?” I ask.
She laughs as she tries to dive after me but I scramble out of the way as she tugs on me and tries to get me back.
I’m able to stand up and she begins to get up on her feet and I run after her tackling her back on the ground. She struggles and I realize how that I over power her at 6’2” with her probably at 5’ 7”. I watch as her tight back muscles flex as she fights against me and she begins to groan and vocalize.
I’m able to get my hands under her stomach and flip her on her back. She attempts to kick me but I place my knees on her thighs and hold her arms down. She tries to struggle as my muscles tense up holding her there.“Overconfident?” I ask.
She stops. “Damn. You’re strong. You got me. Show me what you got.”
I immediately feel my fingers inside her pussy. I’m greeted to a substantial amount of wetness from her vaginal juices and looser but smooth walls and is very hot in her internal temperature. I change to having one arm pressed up on her collarbone while keeping my legs on her as I go to rubbing above her clit. Her response is almost instant as she begins to vocalize and express sexual pleasure. I can tell it won’t take her long to cum and that she wants this as I dominate her completely under my power. Her rather bulbous clit I can tell is becoming sensitive by the second.
She then tilts her head back and tries to push her shoulders up in the air but me holding her down won’t allow her. She comes closer and closer vocalizing more then her clit pulls itself in. She peaks after what must’ve only been 2 minutes.
“Ahh! Ahhhh! AHHH!” She shouts as she struggles against me.
I slip my fingers in and feel her pussy flexing and releasing her kegel muscles. After she cums, I give her no breaks as I take my cock and begin rubbing it over her thin lips and above her swelling clit. I then shove it inside her as I’m greeted by the wet walls and her adequate lubrication I felt with my fingers. I go straight to jackhammering her and I go into tunnel vision as I hold her down, my cock pounding and thrusting into her with no remorse. I then move my mouth down over top her large breasts and dark colored nipples and begin to suckle on them. As I basically lay on top of her, I smell her aroma and the heat radiating off of her and it makes me even more aroused.
She bites her lips and closes her eyes as I do continuing to go at her. I’m to a point where our pelvises slam into each other making that skin popping sound that is so satisfying as her body is shoved back and forth on the mat of the ring. Eventually, I feel the muscles just under my cock pull back and my balls shrink in. I can tell I’m close to orgasm as I rhythe in pleasure myself. I then pull out and then sit on top of her as I finish the final stage by jerking it off and then a viscous load of white semen ejaculates out of my cock onto her face with several full shots icing her mouth and cheeks.
She laughs as I do and I finish moaning.
“Get me your towel.” She demands in a light hearted manor.
I run to the other end of the ring for it and she wipes her face off. “Had to humiliate me at the end, right?”
“I guess so.” I laugh.
“Well, that was fun.” She says and then sits in front of me as I sit in front of her.
“Were you able to cum when I fucked you?” I question as I don’t remember her doing so.
“No but it’s no fault on your part. I have a hard time cumming from penetration.” She explains.
I nod and she stands up.
“You ever done BDSM before?” She asks.
I stand up with her. “No. I’ve made the girl wear handcuffs but that’s it.”
“Well, part two of the deal.” She says. “Come over to my place when you have time and you’ll be wearing the handcuffs.”“Oh really?” I ask.
“Yeah, I think so.” She then gets her phone out of her yoga pants and walks back over to me. “What’s your number?”
I tell it to her.
“Awesome.” She sets her phone down on the floor.
She then hugs me and I hug her back, our hot and sweaty bodies pressing up against eachother and we stand there for a while.
She then kisses my neck and we then break apart.
“Well Brandon, I hope to see you a lot more.” She smiles and begins to dress.
“You will.” I wrap up in my towel.
“I should go. I got work in the morning and it’s like 10 now so. Goodnight. I’ll give you a shout.” She informs me.
I follow her out of the boxing room and down the hallway to the locker. She brushes my hand against hers as she leaves smiling.
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