It was late at night. Bryce always went to the gym late. He was self-conscious, and hated working out around other people. He hated imagining them staring or laughing at him, taking pictures of the fat guy working out. The fact was he wasn’t that fat, but certainly felt like it. He hated his body and hated his looks, thus the time spent at the gym. He was almost always alone, but tonight he wasn’t.
Her name was Jazmine, and as far as Bryce was concerned she was a literal Goddess. Tall, with thick, muscular thighs and big arms. A small chest and the firmest, roundest ass he had ever seen. He watched her silently from the corner of the gym, pretending to focus on his bicep curls but watching her run on the treadmill from the large mirrors on the wall in front of him. Watching her legs move, watching her ass bouncing with every push forward. He assumed she had been there for a while based off how wet her clothes were with sweat. She was really giving it all. He could feel himself growing hornier and hornier watching her. Letting his mind wander with fantasies, feeling his basketball shorts showing as his boner grew in them. He was thankful when she got off the treadmill and headed into the women’s locker room to shower.
This is where the story should have ended.
Any normal person would have finished their workout alone. Any normal person would have left well enough alone. But Bryce wasn’t a normal person, he decided. He was a 26yo kissless virgin, a man addicted to pornography. A man without the sense to stay out of the women’s lorckerrooms. He tiptoed inside, listening to the shower running, and deciding he had enough time to sneak in and out, maybe steal a quick trophy. His heart pounded in his chest as he found Jazmine’s bag sitting alone on a bench inside the locker room.
Her shorts and panties sat right on top. They were plain white cotton underwear, the crotch dark with wet sweat stains. His cock was hard now, poking through his shorts and causing the fabric to “tent” up. He got down on his knees and took her panties in his hands. They were warm, he felt like. He brought them up to his nose, and inhaled deeply. They smelt strongly of sweat and musk; something he couldn’t quite describe. Strong, heavy, wet. He rubbed them in his nose, feeling the wetness against him. His cock was aching now, and he stroked it, his hand outside his shorts. He kept digging through her bag until he found her socks, and then he smelt those too. Strong, sour smell. Her socks were wet, too. He pushed her panties inside of his shorts and around his dick, and stroked himself off that way. The wetness around his warm cock felt good, and he used his lefthand to continue inhaling the smell of her socks. His eyes were shut tight, and he became lost in his own world.
This was the sight that Jazmine walked into. She hadn’t even gotten in the shower before realizing she forgot her soap in her gym bag, and went back for it. Walking in, she saw the short, chubby stranger with her dirty sock against his nose and mouth and vigorously jerking himself off. She was disgusted and outraged. Never had she felt so violated before.
“What the fuck are you doing, you little freak?!”
She screamed out at him, smacking him across the face and knocking the sock out of his hand. He tried to catch himself, but his hand was firmly stuck in his pants and he toppled to the ground. She towered over him, totally naked. He stared up at her in fear and awe, and found he had lost his voice. He couldn’t speak.
“Well??!”
She shouted at him again, bending over to snatch her underwear from out of his shorts.
“You nasty fuck. You like this? You like stealing women’s panties?”
She was angry, but saw he was really on threat to her safety. The guy looked like he was going to piss himself out of fear. She saw the look of terror and respect in his eye, the way he looked at her as some kind of Amazon and… she liked it. He didn’t turn her on, of course. But the feeling of power and authority over a chubby loser like this… that kind of did.
“Huh? Answer me perv! You like nasty undies?” She demanded, and rubbed the dirty clothing in his face. He nodded quickly, then tried to hide his face.
“Say it loser! Say you like it.”
“I like it.”
Quiet, as he tried to hide inside himself.
“Say it bitch!” She demanded, towering over him.
“I like it!” His voice was wavering, quivering even. *Fuck*, she thought. I’m gonna make this guy cry!
She used her free hand and placed it on his mouth, using her thumb and fingers to force his mouth open. She jammed her panties inside of his mouth, and slapped his cheeks softly.
“You like that, loser?”
His eyes were wide, whether in shock or joy or disgust she couldn’t tell. She wanted to humiliate him, hurt him a little so he wouldn’t do this shit with any other women. But she also wanted to have her own fun with him, as she was quickly discovering.
“You like how that tastes, fucker? You like that nasty, sweaty discharge on there? Huh?”
He nodded eagerly. He actually did like the way it tasted. He liked the strong musk of it, he liked the salty taste on his tongue. He liked seeing Jazmine naked most of all. And she was totally naked, standing over him like he was a prize she had conquered.
“You’re fucking disgusting,” She said, and the disgust in her voice was real. “You like it so much, huh?”
She asked, and pulled the wet underwear from his mouth. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up to her crotch. “Get a taste then, loser!”
And she pushed his face into her crotch.He felt the wet sweat from her thick bush up against his nose and lips and she pushed his face into her, smelt the strong, almost tangy scent of her womanhood. He tried to push back at her sudden forcefulness, but her grip on his hair was too strong, it hurt to bad to push against her. She used this technique to rub his face deeper in her crotch, spreading her labia and rubbing her clit against his nose and lips. She did it to humiliate him, and didn’t even consider that it would… feel good. But it did. She suddenly realized she was wet, and that she liked the friction against herself.
“How about that? You like that taste? Fucking pervert!”
He opened his mouth to cry out, to beg her to release his hair, to make any sort of complaint. Instead, he got a mouth full of her bush and pussy. The strong metallic taste of sweaty vagina, her pushing him deeper to enjoy the friction his unwilling mouth provided. Soon she was fucking his mouth hard now, almost getting lost in the pleasure and forgetting he was there. Eventually he grew desperate, and began slapping against her legs, almost like he was trying to tap out. She released him, and he fell against the ground. His face was wet from her pussy, loose strand of dark pubic hair stuck to his chin.
“Get naked.” She ordered him. He looked like he was going to cry, his eyes welling up and red.
“I’m sorry…” He muttered, not bothering to get up off the dirty floor. She slapped him again.
“Get fucking naked asshole!” She ordered.
This time he did cry. Small, muffled tears as he slowly stripped himself down. She looked at his body, a near opposite of her own. Chubby and soft, pale, freckles all over. His dick, hard and throbbing, was tiny.
“Is that your cock?” She scoffed. “Jesus Christ, are you even hard?” She bit out a harsh laugh.
“Fucking hell dude. No wonder you have to sneak around stealing panties. You ever use that?”
He shook his head no slowly, refusing to make eye contact. He could feel a strand of precum leaking from his throbbing dick.
“No? Are you seriously a virgin? Jesus Christ…” She shook her head, and laughed again. “You’re fucking worthless. Aren’t you?”
Bryce said nothing, just wiped the last of the tears from his eyes.
“Aren’t you?” Jazmine demanded again.
“Ye-yes,” He muttered softly.
Jazmine stepped closer now, and stood over him. “Lick my feet, loser.” She demanded, and he did without question.
That actually surprised her a bit, how eager he seemed. He sat underneath her, and awkwardly bent over to kiss her feet without moving from his spot. He kissed the tops of her feet, her ankles, and worked his way up her thighs. She spread her legs for him, let him work his way up to her hairy pussy again, and then pissed.She let a stream of hot, yellow piss shower down on him. Covering his face, wetting his hair, and cascading down his soft chest until it pooled around where he sat. He sat there unmoving, in shock as the hot liquids poured over him until he was covered.
“Jerk your little dick, loser.” Jazmine ordered, and his hand was instantly on his cock. Quick, desperate movements. Up and down, his cock wet from her pee. He licked his lips, tasting her on them.
“You’re such a sad little loser,” She said, shaking her head, “Aren’t you?”
“Yes!” He said, his voice shaking as he worked his dick quickly. “Yes. I am. Please-”
He stopped before he asked.
“What?” She demanded.
“Please.”
“Please what? Speak up loser.”
“Please let me eat you ass.”
The request caught her off guard a little.
“Huh?”
“Please. Please let me eat you ass. Fuck, I want it so bad, I want to taste your asshole, please!”
The begging, combined with the sight of the fat little loser covered in her piss and jerking himself off really did it for her. She turned around, grabbed a hold of his head, and pushed his face in-between her ass cheeks.
“How’s it taste, loser?”
It tasted awful, was the answer. Rank and strong, like sweat and more. Earthy and tangy and salty, and he adored every second being smothered by her. His tongue eagerly lapped at her tight little hole, trying to force its way inside of her ass. Licking up and down her hairy crack, licking the sweat and leaving behind his own wet saliva. Jazmine shut her eyes, and fingered herself quick and hard to the feeling. Her orgasm was fast, small, not totally fulfilling. But it was enough. She was done with this freak.
She pulled away from him.
“Mistress, I’m going to cum!” He cried out.
While she didn’t appreciate him calling her “mistress”, she felt she owed him something, so she held out her foot towards him. She didn’t say anything, but the message was clear enough. Bryce erupted, his little dick spewing hot semen all over her toes and foot. He sat there still, breathing heavily, not looking at her.
“Well?” She said, her foot still in the air.Now he looked up at her, uncertainty in his eyes.
“Clean it up, loser.”
He stared at her foot, his thick cum coating her toes and painting them white. He shut his eyes, and took her foot in his mouth. She could feel his tongue between her toes, could feel him hungrily eating his semen off her. He finished by licking her clean, his mouth wet and sticky with his own seed.
“Now get the fuck out of here,” she said, using her same foot to knock him off balance. He grabbed his clothes and scuttled out of the room naked, wet, and happier than he had ever been.
It wasn’t the message she had set out to give him, she realized, but oh well.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/yn58yj/locker_room_creep_m26f29_femdom_noncon_sweatsmells