**Locker Room Domination**

The gym was empty except for the echoes of weights clanking in the distance. I’d just finished my last set, sweat dripping down my chest, my muscles pumped and tight. I wiped my face with my towel, heading into the locker room—that’s when I saw *her*.

Jim was a college wrestler, thick and muscular with dark skin that gleamed under the fluorescent lights. She was bent over, pulling her shorts up, her powerful thighs flexing as she adjusted the tight fabric. She glanced over her shoulder at me, smirking. “You just gonna stare, white boy?”

My dick twitched in my shorts. Fuck, she was *dominant*. I knew she liked to play rough, liked to remind me of my place.

I stepped closer, my voice low. “Or what? You gonna do something about it?”

Jim turned fully, her broad shoulders squared, her dark eyes locked on mine. “Yeah,” she said, stepping into my space. “I am.”

Before I could react, she shoved me hard against the lockers, the cold metal pressing into my back. Her hand gripped my throat just enough to make me gasp, her other hand sliding down my chest, nails digging in. “You like that, don’t you?” she growled. “Little white boy, getting manhandled by a real woman.”

I groaned as her knee pressed between my legs, grinding against my cock, already rock hard. “Fuck—”

She cut me off, slamming her mouth against mine, her tongue forcing its way in. I could taste her, sweat and something fierce, primal. My hands grabbed at her waist, but she swatted them away. “Uh-uh,” she muttered against my lips. “You don’t fucking touch unless I say.”

She spun me around, shoving me face-first into the lockers, my cock straining against my shorts. I heard the rustle of her clothes, then the sharp *snap* of her belt coming loose. My heart hammered.

“Pants down,” she ordered, her voice like gravel.

I fumbled with my shorts, pushing them and my underwear to my knees. The air was cool against my bare skin, but it didn’t matter—her hand was already on me, gripping my cock in a tight fist. “Look at you,” she sneered. “Already leaking, like a bitch in heat.”

She spat on her palm, stroking me hard, her calloused fingers dragging over my shaft. I groaned, hips bucking, but she held me still with her other hand, fingers digging into my hip.

Then she let go. I whined—until I heard the sound of her shorts dropping.

“Turn around,” she commanded.

I did, and there she was: Jim, naked from the waist down, her thick thighs bracketing her dark, wet pussy. She was already glistening, her clit swollen under the hood. She smirked as my eyes locked onto her. “You wanna taste?”

I dropped to my knees before she even finished speaking, my mouth already open. She grabbed my hair and shoved my face between her legs, her musk hitting me like a punch. I moaned, licking a hot stripe up her slit, my tongue pressing into her folds.

She groaned above me, her grip tightening. “That’s it, eat me out like the little slut you are.”

I sucked her clit, lapping at her, my lips sealed around her. Her thighs clenched around my head as she rocked against my mouth, her pussy dripping onto my chin. “Fuck—keep going,” she panted.

But then she yanked my head back, her fingers tangled in my hair. “Nah,” she breathed. “I think I wanna fuck you instead.”

She pushed me back onto the bench, my cock standing straight up, throbbing. Jim climbed on top, straddling me, her powerful thighs pinning my hips. She reached between us, guiding my cock to her entrance, and then—

She *sank* down, taking me in one brutal motion.

I cried out, her tight, wet cunt clenching around me, her walls pulsing as she adjusted. “God, you’re so fucking tight—”

She slapped me. Hard. “Shut up,” she growled, then started riding me, her hips rolling in deep, relentless strokes. I could feel every inch of her gripping me, her pussy swallowing my cock over and over.

Her tits bounced with each thrust, sweat glistening on her dark skin. I reached for them, but she caught my wrists, pinning them above my head. “Nah, you don’t get to touch.”

She fucked me harder, her thighs flexing as she drove me deeper. I could feel my balls tightening, the pleasure coiling in my gut. “Jim—I’m gonna—”

“Cum,” she ordered, her voice rough. “Cum in me, white boy. Do it.”

I exploded, my cock jerking as I shot deep inside her. She kept riding me, milking every drop, her mouth curling into a cruel smile. “Good boy,” she murmured, grinding down one last time before pulling off.

She stood, my cum glistening on her thighs, and wiped herself with my discarded shirt. “Now clean me up,” she said, shoving my face between her legs again.

And I did. Because that’s what I was for.