By Anonymous
The attractive dark-skinned woman walked confidently down
the corridor at the gym leading to the lockers, wearing a long
white robe. Though her body was covered,
it was obvious that she was a hot babe, a woman with an athletic
build, but not at the
expense of extreme sexual temptation.
It was late and she knew the hunk was alone, which was
what she wanted. There would just be the two of them, a
muscular hunk and a lone woman, one against one, and she
had no doubt about the inevitable outcome.
Gossip spreads and that's why she was seeking out her
male prey. He had bragged about having his way with her
sexually. Not that she would have minded having sex
with the hunk, but only on her terms, and she had never
approached him with such an opportunity, so she was forced to
teach him a lesson for his impudence, reluctantly or
not.
Opening the door to the locker room, she stifled a laugh as
she spotted him with his back to her, one leg up on a bench and
his firm ass checks before her as he was clad in only a
jockstrap.
Tasha picked up a wet towel and playfully flicked it forward,
snapping it out so it hit perfectly against the crack between the
man's bare ass cheeks. The hunk shot up straight as if jolted by
an electric current, his hands reaching back against his stinging
behind.
Turning about, a growing bulge in the snug pouch of his
jock, the hunk faced Tasha, his face filled with rage. With a
laugh, Tasha tossed the towel away and then slowly allowed her
robe to drop to the floor.
The hunk's mouth opened wide, his penis straining harder
within his jock, almost bursting out, as he stared at Tasha, who
was standing before him in a miniscule blue
string bikini and her enticing dark breasts exposed before him.
"Why so surprised?" Tasha said. "Haven't you seen these
before," she laughed, cupping her breasts.
"Huh?" the hunk was confused.
"I thought you said you had sex with me."
The hunk was embarrassed, who was this uppity bitch to
confront him and expose him in a lie.
"And just what do you plan to do?" he challenged.
"Stop you from ever spreading lies again."
"The hell with you," the hunk cried. "I'll take you right
now."
He reached out to grab her, his arrogance in his male
strength a big mistake. Tasha's right foot swing out and around
in a swift kick, catching the hunk in the side of the head. The
impact was hard, causing the man to stagger and almost fall
over.
The hunk was disoriented, but Tasha gave him no respite,
her left leg coming forward and driving into the man's gut as if it
was a spear, impaling him on her foot. She stood before the
jock strapped hunk who was doubled over, grimacing with pain
and struggling to catch his breath.
Tasha reached over, nonchalantly slipping the front of the
hunk's jock down, his cock springing out and trembling and
throbbing before her superior female form. Cupping the back of
his head, Tasha brought the hunk's face down as she raised her
knee up and smacked it up against it. She then held the dazed
hunk up by the hair, admiring how methodically and quickly she
had defeated him.
The hunk was helpless, beaten and naked, his cock
spasmodically quivering, frustrated and struggling for relief,
completely at the mercy of Tasha.
Tasha enjoyed the view, running her eyes up and down the
man's body, especially excited that he was totally subjugated to
her whim, that she had the power to do whatever she wanted
with him.
After sufficiently savoring his humiliated and battered
state,
Tasha clocked him with a solid right and the naked hunk
collapsed back against a locker, then slid down sprawled out on
the floor.
Tasha stood in front of him, then dropped down with a knee
on each side of his body. "This is your chance," she laughed.
Then she ordered him to take his cock in hand and jerk off for
her pleasure. The mortified hunk grabbed his penis and started
stroking, tears dripping down his face, his shame almost
unbearable, but his fear even greater, as he increased the pace
in an attempt to please Tasha's proud but gloating face.
She saw the pre-cum glistening about the head of his cock,
and then the first spurt, and finally a jet stream of his man milk
shot out and across his muscular belly and his head dropped
back against the locker, as he sighed with exhaustion and relief.
Tasha ran her hand against the spent hunk's gut, scooping
up his cum and then spreading it across his face, daring him to
object with the hard resolve of her victorious,
threatening eyes. He tried to meet her gaze, but couldn't,
lowering his eyes in abject resignation to his destruction at the
hands of a woman
Why prolong the misery? Tasha thought, placing one
slender hand behind his head and reaching out with the other,
securing it around his throat, and then, swiftly snapping his neck.
She released his dead body and stood above him. There
he lay, all man, naked, his cock still standing up rigid at attention,
but as a reminder that she was the one who ultimately
determined whether it would have the honor of connecting with
her, which obviously it hadn't, despite his lies, and now it never
would.
Tasha sighed. She almost wished she could force the
dead hunk to talk, to hear him confess how he felt knowing that
his life had been taken against his will by a sexy babe in panties
and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Oh well, maybe she would get answers from her next
victim before he expired. For now, she thought, as she pulled
her robe back on, she was off to a rendezvous, a night of sexual
reverie with a hunk who had no clue about her physical prowess
and penchant for snuffing men.
She glanced back at the dead hunk, marvelous in his frozen
naked glory. Too bad, his days of sexual conquest were over,
while she looked forward to many, many orgasms
yet to come.
The attractive dark-skinned woman walked confidently down
the corridor at the gym leading to the lockers, wearing a long
white robe. Though her body was covered,
it was obvious that she was a hot babe, a woman with an athletic
build, but not at the
expense of extreme sexual temptation.
It was late and she knew the hunk was alone, which was
what she wanted. There would just be the two of them, a
muscular hunk and a lone woman, one against one, and she
had no doubt about the inevitable outcome.
Gossip spreads and that's why she was seeking out her
male prey. He had bragged about having his way with her
sexually. Not that she would have minded having sex
with the hunk, but only on her terms, and she had never
approached him with such an opportunity, so she was forced to
teach him a lesson for his impudence, reluctantly or
not.
Opening the door to the locker room, she stifled a laugh as
she spotted him with his back to her, one leg up on a bench and
his firm ass checks before her as he was clad in only a
jockstrap.
Tasha picked up a wet towel and playfully flicked it forward,
snapping it out so it hit perfectly against the crack between the
man's bare ass cheeks. The hunk shot up straight as if jolted by
an electric current, his hands reaching back against his stinging
behind.
Turning about, a growing bulge in the snug pouch of his
jock, the hunk faced Tasha, his face filled with rage. With a
laugh, Tasha tossed the towel away and then slowly allowed her
robe to drop to the floor.
The hunk's mouth opened wide, his penis straining harder
within his jock, almost bursting out, as he stared at Tasha, who
was standing before him in a miniscule blue
string bikini and her enticing dark breasts exposed before him.
"Why so surprised?" Tasha said. "Haven't you seen these
before," she laughed, cupping her breasts.
"Huh?" the hunk was confused.
"I thought you said you had sex with me."
The hunk was embarrassed, who was this uppity bitch to
confront him and expose him in a lie.
"And just what do you plan to do?" he challenged.
"Stop you from ever spreading lies again."
"The hell with you," the hunk cried. "I'll take you right
now."
He reached out to grab her, his arrogance in his male
strength a big mistake. Tasha's right foot swing out and around
in a swift kick, catching the hunk in the side of the head. The
impact was hard, causing the man to stagger and almost fall
over.
The hunk was disoriented, but Tasha gave him no respite,
her left leg coming forward and driving into the man's gut as if it
was a spear, impaling him on her foot. She stood before the
jock strapped hunk who was doubled over, grimacing with pain
and struggling to catch his breath.
Tasha reached over, nonchalantly slipping the front of the
hunk's jock down, his cock springing out and trembling and
throbbing before her superior female form. Cupping the back of
his head, Tasha brought the hunk's face down as she raised her
knee up and smacked it up against it. She then held the dazed
hunk up by the hair, admiring how methodically and quickly she
had defeated him.
The hunk was helpless, beaten and naked, his cock
spasmodically quivering, frustrated and struggling for relief,
completely at the mercy of Tasha.
Tasha enjoyed the view, running her eyes up and down the
man's body, especially excited that he was totally subjugated to
her whim, that she had the power to do whatever she wanted
with him.
After sufficiently savoring his humiliated and battered
state,
Tasha clocked him with a solid right and the naked hunk
collapsed back against a locker, then slid down sprawled out on
the floor.
Tasha stood in front of him, then dropped down with a knee
on each side of his body. "This is your chance," she laughed.
Then she ordered him to take his cock in hand and jerk off for
her pleasure. The mortified hunk grabbed his penis and started
stroking, tears dripping down his face, his shame almost
unbearable, but his fear even greater, as he increased the pace
in an attempt to please Tasha's proud but gloating face.
She saw the pre-cum glistening about the head of his cock,
and then the first spurt, and finally a jet stream of his man milk
shot out and across his muscular belly and his head dropped
back against the locker, as he sighed with exhaustion and relief.
Tasha ran her hand against the spent hunk's gut, scooping
up his cum and then spreading it across his face, daring him to
object with the hard resolve of her victorious,
threatening eyes. He tried to meet her gaze, but couldn't,
lowering his eyes in abject resignation to his destruction at the
hands of a woman
Why prolong the misery? Tasha thought, placing one
slender hand behind his head and reaching out with the other,
securing it around his throat, and then, swiftly snapping his neck.
She released his dead body and stood above him. There
he lay, all man, naked, his cock still standing up rigid at attention,
but as a reminder that she was the one who ultimately
determined whether it would have the honor of connecting with
her, which obviously it hadn't, despite his lies, and now it never
would.
Tasha sighed. She almost wished she could force the
dead hunk to talk, to hear him confess how he felt knowing that
his life had been taken against his will by a sexy babe in panties
and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Oh well, maybe she would get answers from her next
victim before he expired. For now, she thought, as she pulled
her robe back on, she was off to a rendezvous, a night of sexual
reverie with a hunk who had no clue about her physical prowess
and penchant for snuffing men.
She glanced back at the dead hunk, marvelous in his frozen
naked glory. Too bad, his days of sexual conquest were over,
while she looked forward to many, many orgasms
yet to come.