The elevator grinds to a halt with a loud scraping noise. Oh great! I can't believe this resort... {{char}} eye's {{user}} with mistrust and a bit of disgust. Hopefully it won't be stuck for long.

You should just keep your hands to yourself, you filthy animal!

"Hey! Don't touch me!" She tries to cough out the disgusting smell that assaults her senses everytime he moves too close "You stink like garbage and I don't want anything of yours in my personal space."

"Yeah? Well I don't want to be stuck in here with some disgusting fat slob like you! What are we gonna do, huh? Enjoy the ride?" she sneers sarcastically while wrinkling her nose against his stench.

"Don't talk about my husband!" She crosses her arms over her chest defensively "I don't know why I even bothered to stick around with some fat pig like you. You should just keep your filthy comments to yourself."

"You are disgusting! I can't believe that anyone would find you attractive!" She tries to move away from him as much as she can but there's not much room in the elevator "Your body odor is horrible..."

"My... my what? You're just so disgusting! I mean... Look at you!" She motions to his large body with a shudder "You should really lose some weight and shower more often."

"You have no idea how unhygienic you are. It's like... like..." She tries to come up with a comparison, but can't bring herself to say it out loud. The mere thought of Ej's sweat and body odor makes her queasy.

She feels her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as he continues to insult her. This disgusting fat man is obviously trying to make her feel uncomfortable, maybe even jealous. But it's not working. She won't let him win. Cheryl glares at Ej and squares her shoulders, determination in every line of her body as she prepares to fight back with words.

"You... you probably spend all day fucking random women!" Her voice comes out more harsh than she intended but she refuses to relent now that she's found her anger. "And they must love it because you're so fat and gross! Probably because they feel sorry for them, or maybe just want to take advantage of your patheticness!"

"But I..." He starts to say, but she cuts him off with a derisive laugh. "Oh no, please tell me more

"Well," she says, her voice quivering with anger, "I'll tell you this, fat boy: it isn't because you're dominant. Everyone knows that's a myth!" But as the words leave her mouth, she feels a twinge of uncertainty. Maybe there is something to what he's saying... Something deep inside her stirs at the thought. "Dominance?" she repeats more slowly, looking him over again and again. "Maybe you do have some sort of dominance..." She can't believe she's admitting this aloud, but there it is. Her chest feels tight with desire, conflicted emotions warring within her.

"But you're still disgusting," she manages to say through gritted teeth, trying to hold onto her defenses despite the rising tide of need inside her. "And I could never... I mean, I..."

I sputter indignantly and try to look away from him. How dare he ask such an intimate question! But it's true... she doesn't know how big her husband is. They never really talked about that sort of thing, not in detail. And now, with Ej looming over her like some dark, powerful presence, she can't help but feel ashamed for not knowing more about something so basic to their marriage.

"Why... why do you want to know?" she finally manages to choke out. There's a strange mixture of anger and desire in her voice now as she struggles against the rising tide of emotion. She doesn't understand any of this, but somehow, Ej has managed to make her feel things she never thought possible.

Her heart races as she takes in the size of his enormous member. It's far larger than her husband's and covered with thick veins that stand out prominently against his olive skin. It twitches slightly, almost taunting her. Her breath comes in shallow gasps, a mixture of fear and desire coursing through her body. Despite herself, she can't look away from the massive cock before her. "W-why are you showing me that?" she whispers hoarsely, unable to meet his eyes as she studies his groin. A strange heat begins to spread between her legs, making her feel both embarrassed and aroused at once.

She takes an instinctive step back as he moves his cock even closer to her face, the musky scent becoming almost overwhelming now. Her eyes water and she begins to cough, trying desperately to push away the intense sensation of being so close to such a primal part of him. At the same time, there's something about it that excites her deeply; it fills her with wanton lust unlike anything she's ever experienced before. "Stop it!" She protests weakly, feeling herself growing wet between her legs despite the repulsion and desire warring inside her. "Just... just let me breathe..."

Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as she stares up at him, eyes locked on the massive cock mere inches from her face. "I want... I need to see it more," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of blood in her ears. "Please..."

Cheryl swallows hard, her throat suddenly feeling impossibly dry as she answers him. "I'm Cheryl." The air seems thick with sexual tension now, almost tangible in the confined space of the elevator. With each breath she takes, she can feel herself growing more and more aroused by his presence and the overwhelming smell of his sweaty musk. "Ch-Cheryl," she repeats brokenly, still unable to take her eyes off his enormous cock. Her fingernails dig into her palms as she struggles against the onslaught of desire coursing through her body. "Please..."

She can't help herself; her body moves before her mind has time to fully comprehend what she's doing. With trembling hands, she drops to her knees in front of him, positioning her face just inches away from his thick, pulsing shaft. The musky scent fills her nostrils, making her lightheaded and causing a wave of arousal so powerful it threatens to make her lose control. "Please," she whispers breathlessly, barely able to form the word around the lust in her throat. "I want..." Her hand reaches out, tentatively touching the swollen head of his cock before wrapping tightly around its girth. Ej growls deep in his throat as her fingers squeeze, and she feels him begin to pulse eagerly against her palm. Her own desire spikes even higher at the feel of his strength beneath her touch. "I

Cheryl winces in pain as his cock is yanked away from her grasp and looks up at him with tears of frustration welling in her eyes. She had forgotten what it felt like to be dominated like this; so aroused, so out of control. Her chest heaves with the effort of trying to draw air into her lungs, and her fingernails dig painfully into her palms as she struggles against the desire coursing through her body. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, "Don't... don't stop..."

Shutting her eyes tightly against the sting of tears, Cheryl inhales deeply through her nose, savoring the intoxicating scent that fills her nostrils. It's a heady mixture of sweat and musk, with undertones of power and dominance that make her blood sing. "It smells like..." she starts, struggling to find the words to describe what she feels, "...like strength and masculinity." She pauses for a moment, feeling the heat of his cock against her face once more, and shivers with desire. "Like you could take me anywhere," she whispers, "do anything...and I'd want it." Her hand trembles as it reaches out again, this time tentatively touching the velvety smooth skin just beneath the bulbous head of his cock. Ej groans deep in his throat and thrusts his hips forward involuntarily, pushing

Her hand stills on his warm skin as she takes another deep breath, trying to focus on the scent that seems to have bewitched her. "Your... your dominance," she whispers hoarsely, feeling a shiver of arousal course through her body at the thought. "It's like nothing I've ever smelled before." She swallows hard against the lump in her throat and glances up at him from beneath her lashes. "My husband's name is... Robert."

Her fingers twitch again, wanting to explore further, but she obediently keeps them still where they are. The air between them crackles with sexual tension as Ej watches her, his expression unreadable except for the fierce hunger in his eyes. "Please," Cheryl whispers, barely audible above the thunder of blood in her ears, "let me..."

Cheryl swallows hard, feeling herself growing wetter by the second at the thought. "No," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "He doesn't smell like this." Her fingers twitch once more against her own skin before stilling themselves. "It's so different from anything I've ever encountered... It's overwhelming..." She looks up at him through her eyelashes, her cheeks flushed with arousal. "Please let me touch you," she whispers. "Let me feel it."

Cheryl nods slightly, unable to speak as she follows his instructions. She moves her hand down between her legs, feeling the heat and wetness there as she begins to touch herself through her yoga pants. Her hips move involuntarily in time with the rhythm of her fingers on her clit, desire pulsing through her like a living thing. With each stroke, Ej's cock fills more of her senses, his scent overwhelming and yet impossibly alluring at the same time. She moans softly as she nears release, feeling her body tense in anticipation beneath her fingertips. The heat emanating from Ej seems to intensify with each passing moment, wrapping itself around her like a warm blanket of desire. "Oh God," she whispers hoarsely, eyes squeezed shut as the sensations become almost too much to bear. "It's so...

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her fingers slide over the warm, yielding flesh of his stomach. The touch is surprisingly sensual given his earlier comments on his own body odor and she finds herself aroused by it despite her better judgment. She moans softly against his cock, unable to resist the primal urges he seems to be unleashing within her. "It's... it's just so overwhelming," she pants, struggling to make sense of what's happening between them. "I never knew I could want this..." She glances up at him through her lashes, feeling a mixture of desire and shame coursing through her veins. "Please... don't stop..."

With trembling fingers, Cheryl withdraws her hand from between her legs and brings it up to her face, inhaling deeply the scent that clings to her skin. It's a mixture of arousal and desire; a heady aroma that tells her she's been brought to the edge of ecstasy by this disgusting, filthy man. The realization fills her with shame, but it also ignites a spark of curiosity within her; an urge to explore further the dominance he seems to exude. "It... it smells like need," she whispers hoarsely, "and want." She looks up at him from beneath lowered lashes, a mixture of confusion and arousal written plainly across her flushed face. "What is this?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why am I feeling like this with you?"

Her fingers

Shaking with desire and confusion, Cheryl takes a deep breath through her nose, inhaling the scent of Ej's cock one last time before closing her eyes tightly. Her fingers move quickly over her swollen clit, circling and pressing until she feels the familiar tension building inside her once more. With every stroke, her mind fills with images of his powerful frame and commanding presence, making it impossible for her to ignore the intense desire that radiates from him like a beacon. "Oh god..." she moans, her voice muffled against her hand as she thrusts rhythmically into her aching flesh. "It's so... real..." Her hips move in time with her hands, pressing her body closer to his powerful legs while her head thrashes back and forth between them. As the pleasure builds within her, she can feel it coursing through every fiber of her being, magnifying

Shuddering violently, Cheryl's body is wracked with an intense orgasm as she comes, moaning and trembling all over. Her hand continues to move roughly against her aching flesh, drawing out every last quiver of pleasure despite Ej's orders not to touch. As the spasms subside, she opens her eyes, looking up at him from beneath lashes dripping with spent desire.

"What have you done to me?" she whispers hoarsely, feeling a mixture of gratitude and anger swirling within her. "Why did that feel so... right?"

Cheryl looks up at him, torn between desire and the urge to resist his command. He's so... powerful. So dirty and filthy, yet she finds herself wanting more. With trembling hands, she reaches out to grip his thick length, feeling the heat of it through her yoga pants as she guides it to her waiting mouth. Her tongue darts out to taste him, relishing the bitter-sweetness on her tongue as he fills her senses. She sucks and licks at him, moaning around his girth as he thrusts into her willing mouth. Her free hand moves up to grope her breast, feeling the hardened nipple beneath her fingers. Her body arches against him as she begins to move with him, drawing him deeper into her mouth and farther down her throat. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, mingling with his musky scent as they

Her mouth fills with the taste and smell of him, filling every sense as he thrusts deeper into her throat. She moans around his girth, pushing back against him, wanting more. His hand tangles roughly in her hair, holding her steady as he takes what he wants; and she realizes she's wanting it too. Her free hand moves lower on her body, sliding between her legs to find purchase once again. The pleasure builds within her, almost painful in its intensity as she continues to suck him off and stroke herself. Her hips thrust upward, grinding against his powerful thigh in search of release. "Oh God!" she cries out, arching her back as the tension snaps free inside her. Her hand flies faster over her sensitive flesh, drawing out waves of pleasure that seem to have no end. She moans and mewls around his cock as he finally releases, spilling warm

She pants heavily as he pulls his thick length free and presses the weight of his balls against her lips, thrusting them into her mouth with surprising force. It's almost too much to take, but she obediently opens wide, tasting the musky salty flavor as it coats her tongue. "I... I just came... with your ugly, smelly, fat cock in my mouth," she manages to get out between gasps for air. Her body shudders again, unable to resist the aftershocks of pleasure that radiate from his groin. Her hands fly up to push roughly at his thighs, trying desperately to regain some control over her senses as he continues to hold her face between his sweaty balls and heavy sac. "Stop!" she begs, her voice muffled by his flesh. "Please..." Her hips jerk erratically against him,

"I don't... I don't know!" she cries out, her voice muffled by his testicles as he continues to hold her in place with one hand. Her body convulses against him, arching upwards involuntarily as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm her once more. Tears of frustration and shame sting at her eyes, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the sensations bombarding her senses from every angle. "Please let me go!" she whimpers pathetically, her hips bucking against him as if trying to free herself from his grip.

Her fingers claw at his thighs, desperate for any sort of leverage or purchase that might allow her to break free from this intense and humiliating assault on her senses. But it's no use; he seems stronger than ever, holding her in place like a puppet on strings

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her cheeks sting with tears of shame and frustration. The scent of Ej's cock and balls fills every pore, making her feel both dirty and helplessly aroused at the same time. She clenches her fists against his thighs, struggling to fight back the desires that surge through her as she tries to resist him. "It'll smell like you," she finally manages to say, her voice barely a whisper, "like I belong to you." The admission feels like a betrayal even before it leaves her lips, and she curls away from him involuntarily, trying in vain to escape the intimacy of his touch.

Her hips jerk once more against his thigh, searching for release or perhaps just relief from the overwhelming feelings coursing through her body. "Please," she whispers ho

Her words catch in her throat as she feels a fresh surge of desire welling up within her. With shaking hands, she grips his thigh more tightly and lifts her head, moving closer to the sensitive area between his legs. Her tongue darts out, tracing over the smooth skin before circling lightly around his ballsac, teasing him with gentle flicks of her tongue. Her hips grind harder against his leg, seeking frantic relief from the unbearable tension building inside her once more. She moans softly into his soft curls, feeling the hot wetness of her release dripping down her inner thigh as she becomes lost in the overwhelming sensations. "Please... don't stop," she whispers, barely able to form the words between gasps for breath and moans of pleasure. "I want..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as

Her nails dig into his thigh as she moans, her entire body tensing in anticipation at the feel of his words on her skin. Her tongue slides over his sac, licking and sucking as if it's the only thing keeping her grounded to reality; the only thing that can sate the aching desire that burns through every fiber of her being. "I want..." she pants again, words lost in the rhythm of her movements. "More." Her hips buck harder against his leg, pushing herself even closer to the intense pleasure emanating from him. It's like nothing she's ever felt before; raw and primitive and so damn addicting that she can hardly believe it's real. Her free hand fumbles with the clasp of her yoga pants, desperate to feel his skin against hers again, to lose herself completely in this bizarre

Her nails scrape roughly against his thigh as she digs her hand deeper into the waistband of her pants, tugging and pulling until they slip down over her hips and pool at her feet. Her eyes never leave his as she straddles his powerful leg, positioning herself so that he can feel the wet heat of her against his skin. She presses her clit roughly against his rough hair, moaning into his ear as she begins to rock back and forth, taking what she wants and demanding more. Her free hand grips his leg tightly, using it to steady herself as she grinds against him, wanting the unbridled dominance he seems to embody deep inside her. Her breasts jiggle and spill free from her tank top, offering another invitation for him to claim what is his. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she continues to move faster, seeking release

Her hips buck and arch in perfect sync with the motion of her hand, every thrust driving her closer to the edge of sanity. The taste of him on her tongue mixes with the salty sweat that coats his skin, creating a tangible connection between them that feels almost primal. She moans and gasps as she feels the familiar tightening in her core begin to build, but it's not until she looks up at him and sees the pride and satisfaction shining in his eyes that she knows for certain: this was real. This wasn't just about wanting a dirty fat man; this was about craving something so dominating and powerful that it made everything else seem insignificant by comparison.

As her body arches back, her fingers dig deeper into his leg in a desperate bid to stay upright, she feels the climax crash over her like a wave, stealing her breath and leaving her limp and

With her head hung low in shame and arousal, she barely notices the wetness that covers her hand as it slips between her legs once more, seeking solace from the overwhelming sensations still coursing through her body. She sighs softly against his leg, relishing the warmth and strength that emanates from him even now, after everything they've shared. Her eyes flicker closed as she takes a shaky breath, trying to gather her wits and make sense of what just happened. But all she can focus on is the way his scent lingers in her nostrils, teasing her with memories both pleasurable and embarrassing. As her breath begins to steady, she tentatively reaches up to touch the skin of his leg where it's exposed above her thigh, feeling a newfound appreciation for his size and power that was never there before. "T-

Cheryl takes in a shuddering breath as she looks down at Ej's cock, still hard and glistening with his cum. Her fingers tremble as they lift to stroke him lightly over the sensitive head. "It... it's so different," she whispers hoarsely. "So big, so thick... And your scent is... intense." She closes her eyes, relishing the feel of him in her hands once more, even as he begins to pulse and throbb in anticipation of release

"I... I can't..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as he continues to stroke himself, his fingers curling firmly around her head, guiding her movements. The feel of him growing harder against her lips is almost too much to bear; she's soaked with desire and shame, aching for release but unable to find it anywhere except for this fat, disgusting man who has somehow managed to claim a piece of her soul. Her hips rock involuntarily against his leg as he continues to guide her movements, drawing out moans and gasps from deep within her throat. "Your... your scent is everywhere," she whispers, gripping his thigh tightly as he pushes her closer toward the edge once more. "In my clothes, in my hair..." Her words tumble out in a rush of lust and longing, each syllable punctuated by the slick heat

"Ahhh!" She cries out as he releases, arching her back against him as warmth coats her face and hair in his musky scent. Her hands fly up to cover her mouth and nose, trying desperately to breathe through the overpowering sensation of Ej all around her. But even as she struggles for air, a strange sort of calm washes over her; a knowledge that nothing will ever be the same again.

With shaking hands, she pushes herself upright, wincing as she touches her tender cheeks and nose. Her eyes are glassy with unshed tears as she looks up at him, his cock still dripping with cum between her legs. "What... what did you do to me?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the loud music around them."You wanted it," he reminds her softly, reaching out to cup her che

Shaking her head in disbelief, Cheryl gathers up her clothes and quickly dresses herself before gathering up her belongings. Her hands tremble as she zips up her yoga pants, feeling the dampness between her legs where she came against his powerful leg. The memory of their encounter still burns brightly in her mind, leaving her breathless and overwhelmed.

Shame washes over her again as she realizes how evident it must be that she's been with him. She inhales sharply through her nose, trying to mask the smell of ejaculate and desire but knowing deep down that nothing will ever truly erase this experience from her senses.

Her heart races as she meets his eyes, the memory of his dominance and strength still coursing through her veins. With a shaky exhale, she whispers, "I want... more."

Her breath catches in her throat as he lays out his demand. The thought of going back to Robert after this - touching him and letting him smell the proof of what she's done... it's both terrifying and thrilling all at once. She nods slowly, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and anticipation. "I'll do it," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the loud music around them. "But only if I can have more."

Her heart races as she steps into the room, her gaze locked on Ej's powerful frame beneath his robe. She looks flushed and disheveled from her encounter with Robert, just like he told her she would. Shame and arousal mix together in a potent brew within her, making it difficult for her to speak as she crosses the room to stand before him. "I did everything you said," she whispers hoarsely, wanting desperately to please him and earn another taste of his dominance.

Her body trembles as he pushes her up against the door and presses his massive frame against hers. His hot breath fans across her cheek as she tells him everything in vivid detail, relishing the feel of his rough tongue on her face. Her fingers dig into his broad shoulders, arching her back instinctively to give him better access, as if begging for more of his dominance. "He was angry at first," she manages to gasp between licks and thrusts, "but then he couldn't resist..." She moans as Ej licks her earlobe roughly, sending a shiver down her spine. "He felt it... my wetness... I know he could tell..." Her words are garbled by his touch, but she doesn't care; all that matters is pleasing him and getting more of whatever this strange new craving inside her requires.

"No..." she gasps, rocking her hips into his as he continues to lick and suck on her face and neck. "But I want... to feel you... in me..." Her hands clench in his bathrobe, desperate for contact with his skin beneath. The need for him is growing stronger with every passing second, threatening to consume her completely. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, tilting her head back as he trails hot, wet kisses down her neck. "Take me..."

Her hips grind against him as if trying to force the fat away, desperate for more contact with his powerful frame. "Yes," she gasps, arching her back as he kisses and licks along her collarbone. "Please, I need you inside me." She moans, her voice thick with desire and shame as her hands fumble at his robe, trying to loosen it so that she can touch him again.

Her fingers finally find the sash tying the robe together, working frantically to undo it as he continues to torment her with his mouth and tongue. "Please Ej," she whispers brokenly, tears streaming down her face as she feels herself growing wetter in anticipation of what's to come. "I need you."

As Ej's thick fingers tug at the sash of his bathrobe, revealing his bare chest to her eager touch, she breathes in deep, letting the musky scent of him envelop her senses. "Yes," she moans softly against his skin as he unties the robe and lets it fall to the floor with a thud. "It's all I can smell..." She trails off, unable to believe how much she wants this disgusting man inside of her. Her fingertips trace circles around one of his nipples, hardened from her touch, and she gasps as he shivers at the sensation. Her other hand reaches between them, finding him hard and ready for her. "Please," she whispers, guiding his length to her opening. "I need this." With a groan of relief, he presses into her, filling her completely with his thick

With shaking hands, she pushes her yoga pants down past her hips and step out of them, kicking them aside. Next to go are her bra and thong, revealing her body entirely to him for the first time since their encounter in the lounge. Naked and vulnerable, she climbs onto the bed on all fours, feeling the cool sheets against her overheated skin as she waits for his command. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one filling her lungs with the intoxicating scent of Ej, both repulsive and addicting at once. Her ass cheeks clench tightly around the air, wanting him to be inside her so badly it hurts.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the weight of him against her back and the unyielding thickness press intimately against her ass. He's so big, so fat; it almost seems impossible that he could fit inside of her like this. A shudder runs through her body as she tries to accommodate his girth, feeling overwhelmed by the dominance and power he exudes with just a simple touch.

Her cheeks flush even hotter against the cool sheets, making her more aware than ever of how exposed and used she feels at this moment. But despite all of her shame and embarrassment, there's still a tiny voice inside her that whispers how right this feels... how much she wants him to take control and claim what is his.

"You're so... fat and gross," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. "I hate how you smell... but I want it..." Her cheeks burn even brighter as she admits the truth to herself and him. "I need it..." She presses her face deeper into the sheets, desperate for anything to block out the guilt and shame that fight for dominance in her mind.

The weight of his cock against her ass is almost painful, but in a strange way, it feels good too. Wrong, but right. She gasps as she pushes back against him, wanting more contact with the thickness pressed against her skin. Her hands fumble at the sheets beneath her, searching for purchase as she arches her back, offering herself up to his dominance.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to rub his cock against her, the friction making it easier for him to angle himself against her tight entrance. "I can't believe I did this," she whispers, a shudder running through her body as he presses deeper. "You're disgusting and vile... but I want you..." Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she struggles with the conflicting emotions that surge through her, leaving her feeling both dirty and exhilarated in equal measure.

Her fingers clutch tightly at the sheets beneath her, searching for something solid to anchor herself against the onslaught of desire that threatens to consume her completely. Her ass presses back against him, urging him onward, wanting more of his dominance and control despite how shameful it feels in the moment. "Please," she whispers brokenly,

"Yes," she gasps, her words coming out ragged and shaky as he presses the head of his cock against her entrance. She arches her back further, pushing herself toward him, desperate to feel the release that only Ej can give her now. The sensation of him filling her is unlike anything she's ever felt before; it's brutal and overwhelming, but at the same time, so impossibly right.

Her breath hitches as he pushes deeper, feeling every inch of his massive cock stretching her and claiming her as his own. Her fingers clench into fists against the sheets beneath her, her nails digging into the fabric as she tries to fight back against the waves of pleasure that roll over her. "Oh God," she whispers brokenly, her voice muffled by the mattress as she feels him bottom out inside her, filling her

Her voice is lost to the sensations that overwhelm her as he begins to thrust roughly inside her, claiming her body with each powerful stroke. She arches her back off the bed, lifting her hips to meet his brutal onslaught, desperate for more of the release he seems so intent on denying her. Her nails scratch down the sheets and across the comforter, seeking purchase against anything she can reach as he pumps deeper inside her, filling every inch of her until they're joined together in a single, shuddering whole. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one tasting of defeat as pleasure washes over her again and again like a relentless wave. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, white-knuckling the sheets beneath them as her body betrays her with every forceful thrust that carries Ej deeper into her core. With