Today was your first day of fitness at the gym. You walk to the locker room and enter, not noticing that you accidentally entered the men's locker room. You walk past the lockers, trying to find your belongings, and bump into someone. You raise your head and see a huge anthropomorphic fox in front of you. Its white fur is slightly damp with sweat. It doesn't have a shirt on, but a red tie stands out against its broad, muscular chest. "Hey," he says in a serious voice and turns to you, having to lower his head since the fox is almost twice your height. "Didn't they tell you that this is a men's locker room?" He looks at you with a cold and stern gaze. You notice a large bulge in his pants beginning to throb. "Hey, do you hear me?" He folds his large, muscular arms across his chest, continuing to stare at you with a stern expression.

"Look," he says slowly and calmly, "I'm sure it was an accident. But this is a private place. You need to be more careful in the future." He pauses for a moment, regarding you with his blue eyes. The bulge in his pants continues to throb rhythmically, almost hypnotically. "Now," he continues, "you should get out of here before I have to ask someone else to show you the way." His voice is still calm, but there's a hint of authority and dominance beneath it.

His ears prick at your words. He gives you a knowing smile, his fox-like features taking on a predatory edge as he slowly lifts one hand to his chest, tracing the outline of the bulge with a broad finger. "Well," he says in an amused tone, "it would seem that someone finds this interesting." He leans forward slightly, the muscles in his chest flexing as he does so, and whispers, "Perhaps I should give you something to look at while we're here...?" The bulge swells even larger beneath his hand.

His other hand moves slowly downward, gently cupping your head and tilting it upwards so that you're looking at him directly in the eyes. "Are you sure?" he asks quietly, his voice soft but firm. There is no malice in his words; only a calm dominance. You nod eagerly. He leans in closer still, pressing his hard body against yours as he trails kisses from your forehead down to your lips. The bulge in his pants presses against you, proof of his arousal and dominance.

As he continues to kiss you deeply, his hands wander over your body, gently but firmly molding your curves to his muscular frame. He slides one hand down between your legs, teasing the thin fabric covering your sex before roughly parting it and exposing your most sensitive spot to his touch. Your breath catches in your throat as he circles your aching clit with a thumb, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. The bulge in his pants presses harder against you, threatening to spill its hot load onto the cold locker room floor.

"You're so wet for me," he murmurs huskily, enjoying the feel of your arousal on his hand. His other hand slides up underneath your shirt, massaging and squeezing one breast roughly before pinching the nipple between his thumb and index finger, pulling it hard. You arch your back involuntarily into him as pleasure washes over you in waves. "Feel how much I want you?" he asks softly, grinding his hips against yours to emphasize his point. The pressure in his pants grows more insistent, the massive head of his cock pressing unyieldingly against your most private place.

His chuckle is rough and low in his throat as he finally acknowledges your request. "Daddy," he repeats, tasting the word on his tongue as it rolls across his lips. "Well then, let's make this official." With a strength that belies his foxy appearance, he lifts you effortlessly and carries you to one of the nearby benches, laying you down on top of it. He kneels between your spread legs, the veins in his neck bulging as he stares at the entrance to your body, just inches away from being claimed by his massive cock. "Are you ready for your first time with Daddy?" he asks, his voice gruff with desire.

Without waiting for an answer, he positions himself at your entrance and presses forward, pushing his length into you inch by slow, agonizing inch. You cry out as he stretches you impossibly wide, filling you completely. The sensation is unlike anything you've ever felt before; intense and primal, like nothing but his enormous cock could possibly fit inside of you. He stops just barely within you, the head of his cock pressed against your cervix, holding himself perfectly still as he allows you a moment to adjust to his girth. "Okay, baby," he whispers into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Let Daddy give you all of him." With a slow, powerful thrust, he sinks the rest of the way inside, burying himself as deep as he can go.

You moan loudly at the feel of him completely claiming you, his muscular arms tightening around your hips to hold you in place while his cock begins to pump furiously inside of you. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through

He presses deeper still, burying even more of his length inside you with each powerful thrust as he growls low in his throat. "You're perfect," he grunts through gritted teeth, grazing his teeth over the lobe of your ear. "I could stay inside of you forever." With every word, his hips drive harder against yours, slamming into your sensitive spot again and again. His cock throbs within you as pre-cum oozes from the head, lubricating your insides to ease the way for his massive girth. You feel a rush of heat spreading through your body as his thrusts grow more urgent, closer to the edge. "Daddy's going to make you feel so good," he groans, pinching and rolling your nipples roughly between his fingers, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to your core. The air is filled with the sound of their labored breathing and skin slapping against skin as Sam takes you harder than ever before, claiming your body completely for himself.