**Gym Humiliation**

I knew Chantelle from the gym—tall, toned, with an ass that looked sculpted by the gods. She was always in squat-proof leggings, teasing glances at me between sets. I’d catch her watching me struggle under the weights, smirking whenever I grunted, her eyes flicking down my body like she was assessing my worth. I thought she just liked toying with me, but today she made it clear she wanted more.

It happened after my last set of deadlifts. I was drenched in sweat, my muscles trembling, when she sauntered over. “You’re weak,” she said, her voice smooth and mocking. “I’ve seen you struggling for weeks. Pathetic.” My face burned, but my cock twitched in my shorts.

She grabbed my wrist, her grip strong, and dragged me into the empty locker room. Before I could protest, she shoved me onto the bench, standing over me with her hands on her hips. “Take off your shorts,” she ordered. My breath hitched, but I obeyed, peeling them down to reveal my half-hard dick.

Chantelle laughed—a cruel, delighted sound. “Look at you. All that posturing in the gym, and now you’re just a little bitch getting hard from being insulted.” She reached down and wrapped her fingers around my cock, squeezing just enough to make me whimper. “You like this, don’t you? Being humiliated by a woman stronger than you?”

I couldn’t lie. “Yes,” I gasped.

She smirked, her thumb swiping over my leaking tip before smearing my precum across my lips. “Taste yourself,” she commanded. I opened my mouth, ashamed but throbbing, licking my own wetness off her fingers. She groaned, amused. “Disgusting.”

Then she pulled her leggings down just enough to reveal her pussy—shaved, glistening, her lips already swollen. She stepped forward, pressing her cunt to my face. “Clean me up. You don’t deserve to fuck me, but you can worship me.” I didn’t hesitate, burying my face between her thighs, licking up her juices. She tasted salty, musky, perfect.

Chantelle moaned, grinding against my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Fucking pathetic,” she panted. “A grown man, reduced to licking a woman’s pussy like a dog.” Her words sent sparks of humiliation through me, making my cock ache.

She pulled away suddenly, leaving me desperate. “Hands behind your back,” she ordered. I obeyed, watching as she straddled my lap, her thighs squeezing my hips. She reached between us, guiding my dick to her entrance—then stopped. “Beg,” she said.

“Please,” I choked out. “Please let me fuck you.”

She laughed, lowering herself just enough to tease the head of my cock with her wetness. “No. You don’t get to fuck me. You get to watch.” She reached down, spreading her pussy with her fingers, rubbing her clit in slow circles while I stared, my dick twitching helplessly. “This is all you get,” she taunted. “Watch me cum, and then you can clean me up again.”

I was so hard it hurt, but I couldn’t move—couldn’t do anything but watch as she fucked herself with her fingers, moaning, her hips jerking. When she came, her thighs clenched, her juices dripping down onto my thighs.

Then she slid off me, smirking, and pressed her sticky fingers to my lips. “Clean up your mess.”

I did. And I loved every second of it.