As the elevator doors slid open, revealing the bustling locker room filled with towering figures of athleticism and raw masculinity, the nervousness in young Sarah's stomach threatened to consume her. She took a deep breath and smoothed out her skirt, adjusting her blazer for the hundredth time as she approached the interview of a lifetime. The famed football star, known not only for his exceptional talent on the field but also for his legendary womanizing, had finally granted her an exclusive sit-down. His off-the-field exploits made her nervous.  It was not easy to gain respect in the sports world as a young female reporter. She didn't want to screw this up. Despite his reputation, this interview was too big an opportunity to pass up. As she approached his locker, she couldn't help but notice the size of his shoulders, the width of his chest, and the sheer power that seemed to emanate from his every pore.

"Ah, there you are, Sarah. I've been expecting you." His deep, commanding voice sent shivers down her spine. "Now, before we begin, I think it's only fair that we get to know each other a bit better. You're a pretty young thing, and I'm sure you've got some stories to tell."

Sarah hesitated, unsure of how to respond. She glanced around nervously, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. She thought of herself as cute. But she knew she was overweight and chubby, and in his world, he could pick from supermodels.  "Um... well..." she stammered. "I've, uh... I mean, I'm not really into the whole dating scene or anything. I am focused on my writing, trying to bring sports figures like yourself to life for readers."

The football star's eyes narrowed, and he grinned devilishly. "Oh really? And what about your sex life? Any stories you'd like to share?" His voice was low and seductive, and it was clear that he was enjoying the power dynamic between them. Sarah felt herself growing more uncomfortable by the second.

"Um... I..." she stammered, unable to meet his gaze. "I... I mean... that's not really why we are here..." She tried not to glance down but could see in her peripheral vision the large lump under his towel.

His grin widened, and his eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, I just want us to be open with each other, Sarah. But first, we should get started with the interview." With that, he motioned for her to follow him to a nearby office with a couch where they could talk in privacy. As they walked, she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins. This was definitely not how she had expected the interview to go. She audibly gulped as he closed the door.

Once they were seated, the football star leaned in close, still in just a towel, his body language exuding confidence and dominance. "So, Sarah, why don't you tell me about yourself? What are your deepest desires?" He ran a finger down her bare arm, sending shivers down her spine. "I want to know everything."

Sarah swallowed hard, trying to gather her thoughts. She had never been so intimidated by someone before, but there was something about his presence that made her feel both terrified and incredibly aroused. She glanced nervously around the room, wondering if anyone could see them like this.

"I... uh... I want to write for SI," she quietly said, her cheeks burning. "Shoot for the top, right?" As she spoke, she couldn't help but notice the bulge under the towel growing larger with each passing second. It was almost as if it was taunting her, daring her to look.

"Is that right?" he purred, his eyes never leaving hers. "And what about this...?"

He reached down, pulling out his enormous member, freeing it from under the towel. Even in the dim light of the locker room interview office, it was clear that it was massive, much larger than anything she had ever seen before.

"Wanna shoot for the top with me? Wanna touch it?" he asked, his voice a low, husky whisper, a cocky smile on his face.

Sarah's breath hitched in her throat as she stared at the impressive length and girth of his manhood. For a moment, she had the impulse to reach out and wrap her hands around it, feeling the warmth and power of it against her skin. But then logic kicked in; she thought of her reputation, of her career. What would people think if they found out she had been fooling around with the star player during an interview? She couldn't risk it. Plus, he was probably making fun of her. Guys like him don’t date girls like her.

"I... I should probably keep my hands to myself," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is an interview, after all." But even as she said the words, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the magnificent erection before her. A part of her wished she could give in to her desires and explore the unknown territory that was this man's body.

The football star chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying his power over her. "Oh, Sarah, you're such a tease. But I understand." He leaned back against the couch, casually resting one arm on the back of it, his other hand still gripping his impressive member. "So, tell me more about your life. Hot curvy thing like you. What do you like to imagine when you're alone at night?"

Sarah swallowed hard, feeling her heart race as she considered his question. She glanced down at his exposed groin, imagining her lips wrapped around the thick length of his cock, feeling it fill her mouth and spill down her throat. She closed her eyes, trying to banish the image from her mind, but it was useless. The desire was too strong, and it was clear that he could see right through her.

"That’s private." Her cheeks flushed crimson as she admitted this to him, feeling more exposed than ever.

The football star smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Well, Sarah, this conversation is private. This room is private.  And you are staring right at my privates." He reached out, gently tracing his finger along her jawline before moving to tug lightly at her bottom lip. "But first, we should finish up this interview, don't you think?" He paused, letting the question hang in the air for a moment before adding with a wicked grin, "Unless, of course, you'd rather skip ahead to the good part?"

Sarah hesitated, her heart racing as she tried to think of what to say. Part of her wanted nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and give in to her desires, to experience what it would be like to be with someone so famous, so confident, and dominant. But another part of her knew that this was a line she couldn't cross. Not if she wanted to maintain her reputation and her career. With a deep breath, she forced herself to remain strong.

"No, I think we should finish the interview," she said, her voice steady despite her pounding heart. "But thank you for the offer. It's... it's very flattering." She forced herself to meet his gaze, trying to project confidence and strength, even though she felt anything but.

The football star studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he nodded slowly, seeming to accept her answer. "Very well, then." He leaned back against the couch once more, his erection now fully on display, seemingly taunting her with its size and power. "So, tell me about your life. How did you get into sports reporting? What made you choose this path?"

Sarah forced herself to focus on the questions, pushing aside the urge to reach out and touch his throbbing member. "Well," she began, clearing her throat, "I've always been a sports fan. Growing up, I spent more time watching games than I did hanging out with friends. I knew I wanted to work in sports, but I didn't really know how until I took a journalism class in college. I fell in love with the idea of telling stories through words and being able to share my passion for sports with others. And the rest, as they say, is history."

She paused, glancing down at his erection again, wondering what it would feel like to have that much power and strength inside her. "So, what about you? How did you get into football? Were you always this good?" she asked, trying to sound casual.

The football star chuckled darkly, his eyes fixed on hers. "I've always been big," he began, running his fingers through his hair, "but it wasn't until high school when I started to fill out that I really started to focus on football. My dad was a big fan of the game and pushed me to try out for the team. At first, I was terrible. I couldn't catch a ball to save my life. But I worked hard and had this... drive, I guess you could say. I wanted to be the best, and I wasn't going to let anyone stand in my way... can I ask you something, Sara?"

She nodded hesitantly. "Sure."

"Have you ever been with a black man," he asked as his eyes roamed over her full body. "Because you are definitely built for it. And if not, why not?"

Her heart skipped a beat as he said the words, but she tried to keep her composure. "I-I don't know," she stammered. "I mean, I guess I haven't really thought about it."

He smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Oh, Sarah, I think you've thought about it. I can see it in the way you're looking at me." He reached out, tracing a finger along her jawline before moving to tug lightly at her earlobe. "And I'd be more than happy to show you what it's like."

Sarah felt her entire body tense up at his words, her heart racing. Part of her wanted nothing more than to give in to the desire she could see burning in his eyes, but another part of her knew she couldn't. This was her career on the line. And despite the heat and moisture she could now feel between her legs, she had to stay strong.

With a deep breath, she forced herself to look away from him. "Look, I appreciate the offer," she said, her voice shaking slightly, "but I can't. I have my reputation to think about."

The football star considered her words for a moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he nodded slowly. "I understand," he said, though his voice lacked conviction. "But you're wet, aren't you?"

Sarah felt her cheeks heat up as he mentioned her arousal. She wanted to deny it, to pretend that she wasn't affected by his words or his presence, but she couldn't bring herself to lie. "Yes," she admitted softly. "I am."

His eyes widened. "You want this, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "You want to feel what it's like to be with a real man... with me."

She swallowed hard, her heart racing as she considered his words. The truth was, she did want it. She wanted him. But she couldn't let that desire control her. "I can't," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry."

The football star studied her for a long moment before finally leaning forward, his lips brushing against her ear. "You know, Sara," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine, "you could make this so much easier on yourself. You could have everything you ever wanted... and more. I can get you that SI interview." He paused, his erection throbbing against her leg. "What do you say? Are you willing to take that chance?"

Sarah closed her eyes, her mind racing. Part of her wanted to say yes, to throw caution to the wind and give in to the burning desire inside her. But another part of her knew that she couldn't. She had to keep her focus. She had to keep her reputation intact.

Before she could open her eyes and answer, she felt his hand grope her breast. "How big are they, Sarah?" 

Startled, she opened her eyes as he stood up in front of her. The motion caused the towel to fall, and his erection was inches from her face. "Open your mouth, girl. Time to earn this exclusive interview."

Her heart raced as she looked up at him. He was so much bigger than she was, so much stronger. She could feel the heat radiating off him, sense the power he possessed. And yet, there was something else there as well. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Slowly, she reached up with one hand and tentatively touched his erection, feeling the heat and the weight of it in her palm. His breath hitched in his throat, and she could see the muscles in his chest and arms tensing under his skin. "Open your mouth, Sarah."

She hesitated momentarily, her heart pounding in her chest, before finally opening her mouth. He let out a low groan as she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock. She could feel the veins pulsing beneath her tongue as she began to bob her head, sucking gently on him.

"Mmmmmm, show me your tits. I love fat, white tits. Show me."

Sarah glanced up from his cock, her cheeks burning as she reached up with one hand, pulled her shirt above her bra, and undid the clasp. Her breasts spilled free from the lacy cups, her nipples hard and erect. She could feel his eyes on her as she cupped her breasts, lifting them up for his inspection.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, his hand finding its way back to her hair, gripping her tightly as he began to thrust his hips forward, pushing deeper into her mouth. She felt the head of his cock brush against the back of her throat, and she worked to accommodate him, her tongue swirling around the base of his shaft.

"Sexy, fat titties. Play with them while you suck me."

Sarah's heart raced as she heard his words, but she couldn't help but obey. With one hand still on his cock, she used the other to massage her own breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. She moaned around his cock as she felt him grow even harder in her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat. His hips began to thrust faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Fuck that's hot. Squeeze ‘em hard. Harder. Show me they can handle a real man’s touch."

The football star's words sent a shiver down Sarah's spine as she squeezed her breasts harder, her nipples standing erect and throbbing. She could feel the muscles in his thighs tensing as he thrust deeper into her mouth, his hips moving faster and faster. His cock felt impossibly large in her mouth, stretching her jaw and filling her completely. 

She jumped with shock when she felt the sharp pain of him slap her breast. The sound echoed in the small room; his hand then wrapped around her breast as he slapped it, held it, and then slapped it again. 

His cock throbbed in her mouth, his hips bucking wildly as he came closer and closer to release. Sarah felt a mixture of pain and pleasure as he spanked her breast, his grip firm but not too hard. She could taste the saltiness of his skin as she sucked on him, her own saliva mixing with his precum.

He suddenly pulled back, his cock slipping from her mouth. "Stand up, baby. Lean over that table right there and drop your slacks."

Her heart pounded as she obeyed, her hands shaking as she did up the buttons of her pants. She bent over the table, feeling the cool wood against her chest, and slowly slid her slacks and panties down her legs. They pooled at her feet, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable.

"Damn, you are thick. Reach back and spread those fat ass cheeks for me."

Sarah's heart raced as she did as she was told, her fingers trembling as they spread her ass cheeks wide open. She felt him bend at the knees to position himself behind her, the head of his cock pressing against her wet folds. He gripped her hips tightly, his calloused fingers digging into her skin.

His words, "I knew you were a slut," stung as he said them. But then he started to push in, and the words were lost. He was so big. She felt herself stretching beyond what she thought possible.

She let out a gasp as he began to thrust deeper, his cock sliding easily into her channel. It felt so good, but she couldn't help, but she knew this was a terrible idea. Then she felt and heard the sharp pop of his hand spank her from behind. The pain from his slaps had been intense, but the pleasure she felt from his thrusts was overwhelming.

She moaned as he continued to pound into her, his cock hitting her sweet spot repeatedly. He was right, she felt like a slut, and she loved it. She couldn't believe how good it felt to be taken so roughly, to be used like this. She arched her back, giving him deeper access, her nails digging into the table as she tried to stay upright under his relentless assault.

The air was thick with the smell of sweat and sex, and the sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the room. His thrusts grew faster and harder, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. She could feel the tension building in his body, and she knew that he was close.

"Your pussy ain't never gonna be the same."

His words echoed in her mind as he slammed into her again and again. She could feel the strength in his arms, the power in his thrusts. He was completely in control, and she loved it. She couldn't help but wonder if he was right; if her body would ever be the same after this. But at that moment, she didn't care. All she could focus on was the feel of him inside her, the way he made her body ache for more.

Her own breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to match his rhythm. Her fingers dug into the table, her nails leaving half-moon indentations in the wood. She arched her back, offering him deeper access, feeling him hit her sweet spot over and over again. His cock was impossibly thick, stretching her to the limit, filling her completely.

Her orgasm surprised her with how quickly it came on and how it electrified her entire body.

Her pussy clenched around him, milking his cock as she cried out. He growled, thrusting harder as he felt her walls pulsing around him. "Look at you cream all over this black dick. See? Your body was made for this."

Her eyes squeezed shut, feeling a mix of pleasure and shame wash over her. She could feel his words hitting her core, not just his cock. He was right. Her body was made for this. For him.

She gasped as she felt his hand slide from her hip to her lower back. His thumbs massaging her asshole.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "You want me to fuck you in the ass, don't you?" He pushed his cock deeper, forcing her to take every inch of him.

"Not today, slut. I am way too close. I'm gonna nut in this sweet white pussy," he said as his thumb pushed up into her ass.

Sarah felt his words vibrate against her back as he continued to thrust into her. She arched her hips, trying to take every inch of him, her body still trembling from her orgasm. His cock was like a hot brand, burning through her, leaving her aching for more. Shi thumb made her feel violated, but it somehow only added to the moment.

"God, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "I'm gonna fill this pussy up."

His thrusts grew more frantic, more urgent as he felt the release building inside him. She could feel the tension in his body, the power behind each thrust. Her own body responded in kind, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with his movements. She arched her back, offering him deeper access, her breasts brushing against the cold table as he pounded into her.

His cock throbbed inside her, and she could feel the warmth building as he grew closer to climax. His breath came in ragged gasps, hot against her ear, as he groaned into her neck. "I knew when I saw you that you would be a good fuck," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I needed a good nut after that game."

She moaned as his words sent a shiver down her spine. The feel of him inside her, the weight of his body on top of hers, was almost overwhelming. She couldn't help but wonder what he saw in her that made him think she was a good fuck. Was it just her body? Or was there something more to it?

As he continued to thrust, she could feel the tension building in her own body, the familiar tightening in her stomach as she grew closer to another orgasm. His words echoed in her mind, fueling her desire, and making her want him even more.

He let out a low growl, shoving as far as possible into her, his body tense and quivering as he finally released, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her up with his seed. She felt it hot and thick, spilling over the edge of her pleasure, making her whole body shudder with the intensity of it. He held her tightly against him, his thrusts slowing as he emptied himself inside her.

As he came down from the peak of his release, he kissed her neck, his lips soft and warm against her skin. "Fuck," he whispered, his breath hot in her ear. "You are incredible."

Sarah's body was still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking, her heart racing. She couldn't believe how good it felt to be with him, to be wanted by him. He rolled off her, steadying himself with a hand against the table to look down at her. His eyes were heavy-lidded and satisfied, but there was also a hint of something else in there, something that made her heart ache. She suddenly felt exposed and ashamed.

"I should... I should get dressed," she stammered, trying to find the courage to move, to make her body obey her. But her limbs felt like lead, and every breath she took seemed to scrape against her raw, exposed emotions.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and slowly stood up. Her body was still sore from their lovemaking, her muscles protesting as she moved.

He watched her, his gaze unapologetic and intense. "You're really something, you know that?" he said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I don't usually do this... you know, sleep with a fan."

"I'm not a fan. I'm a reporter," she responded, suddenly feeling cheap.

He laughed, a soft, genuine sound. "Well, I guess that explains it. So, we should finish this interview. But I got somewhere I need to be. You should stop by my hotel tonight. I promise I will behave. You can ask anything you want. What do ya say?"

She hesitated, her heart racing. Part of her wanted to see where this went, to spend more time with him, even if it was just as reporter and subject. But another part of her knew that she couldn't trust him, that she shouldn't get involved. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.

"Okay," she finally said. "I'll be there. What time?"