Sweat Obsession

You were addicted to the scent of masculine guys. You don't know when it started, but one whiff of a stud and you'd become obsessed over it. You can't control yourself around it. The smell messes with your mind, turning you into their bitch. You weren't sure if it was their dominant pheromones or your own nature, but there was no way to stop it.

You knew you were in trouble when the smell hit your nose at the gym. You couldn't help but glance behind you, your eyes falling on the patron that just walked onto the floor. You watched the way he moved with the stride in his step. His build, accompanied by the dusting of hair on his arms and beard, emanated raw masculinity.

You tried to stay calm as he began to fill a part of your mind. You had agreed to yourself if you ever experienced it again, to get out. Just as quickly as you remembered your promise, you began to doubt it. You were near the end of your workout, why not finish? He was only one guy in the entire room, not like he'd notice you.

You decided to stay despite the sinking feeling that your mind had already been influenced by the effect.

You couldn't stop yourself from glancing up every time he passed in front of you, your nose catching a whiff. You were almost sure he'd noticed. He had slowly started to work on the machines closer and closer to you, his smell growing stronger the longer he worked out. You knew it was too late when it became the only thing you could smell, finding your eyes locked on him unable to pull away.

He looked up straight at you and your flight or fight response took over, forcing you to head into the locker room. You felt a moment of relief that you were able to get away, hoping nothing would come of it.

It was too late. He had followed behind, his drenched workout shirt filling the room with its humidity. He closed the space between you, putting his weight against yours. You couldn't keep your balance as he pushed you into a bathroom stall closing it behind you.

He pulled up his shirt to reveal a forest of lush curls that trapped his scent, its concentration sending your mind into a frenzy. He pulled you into the valley between his thick pecs where the brush was the thickest, and your mind blinked out of existence as your instincts took over.

Your tongue escaped your mouth as it began to taste his skin, rolling over the hair washed in his sweat. You were sucking out all the moisture from his chest as he lowered his shorts, his juicy cock swinging out in front of him flavored with the taste of his workout. He pushed you down toward his thick bush and you couldn't help but follow, diving toward the shaft and taking all that you could.

Your entire face was covered by his sweat in the end, his musk flooding into your head from his cock. He finally shot his load into you coating the back of your throat with his cum, finishing his use for you.

You were left heaving the remnants of his musk, enjoying the smell of his essence inside you. He exited the room, leaving a sweat-obsessed pig that couldn't control itself from turning into another's bitch.