The verbal humiliation starts

"...he's just so much bigger," she continued, her gaze fixed on Barney's face, watching every flicker of reaction. "I mean, you see him, right? He's a foot taller, easy. And he's... solid. Everywhere. And he's *black*." She said the word softly, letting it hang in the air, imbuing it with a weight that went far beyond skin color. It was another species, another level of power that Barney could never access.

Barney swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He knew where this was going, and the knowledge was a terrifying, thrilling lightning strike straight to his groin.

"It's been great to learn from him," she purred, setting the brush down. "He pushes me so much. By the end of our sessions, we're both just dripping with sweat." She let out a little laugh. "His girlfriend must be so, so happy with him."

Barney's cock twitched, a visible spasm against the thin cotton of his underwear. It was happening again.

Amanda's eyes dropped to the growing bulge. A slow, triumphant smile spread across her lips. Her suspicion was not just confirmed; it was a certified fact.

"He's such an alpha," she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She stood up and walked towards him, her hips swaying. "Sometimes, after we're done, I just wanna... I don't know... take his shirt off and just... clean him up. Lick all the sweat right off his body."

Barney let out a choked gasp. His cock was now fully, achingly hard, a rigid tent pole straining against the fabric.

Amanda stopped in front of him, her expression one of mocking surprise. "Wait a second," she said, her eyes wide with fake innocence. "Why is your cock so hard?"

She didn't wait for an answer. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and yanked them down. His pathetic little cock sprang free, twitching and leaking. She wrapped her hand around it, her grip firm and business-like, and started to jerk him off.

"Are you really this hard just from hearing about Dwayne?" she taunted, her thumb smearing the precum over the head. "Just from hearing how big and strong he is?"

"No, no," Barney whimpered, his hips bucking uselessly into her fist. "It's... it's just 'cause I haven't jerked off."

"Oh, really?" Amanda's laugh was sharp and cruel. "Your cock just magically got hard the second I mentioned a 6'5 black man? Tell me, Barney. Be honest. You feel jealous, don't you? You feel like less of a man next to him." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "He's a foot taller than you. He could beat the fuck out of you without breaking a sweat. He could grab my ass right in front of you, and you wouldn't do a thing, because you're scared of him. Isn't that right?"

She squeezed his cock tighter. "It turns you on, doesn't it? Knowing you're a small, pathetic beta compared to him?"

The relentless stream of degrading words was too much. Barney's body tensed, his balls drawing up. He was on the very edge.

Amanda saw it. A cruel glint flashed in her eyes. She let go of his cock, yanking her hand away just as the first spasm of orgasm began. A pathetic, watery spurt of cum dribbled from the tip, landing on the polished floor. He was left humping empty air, a ruined orgasm providing nothing but frustration.

"Pathetic men like you don't deserve to cum properly," she said, a sweet, poisonous smile on her face. She turned and walked back to the bed, leaving him standing there, hard and unsatisfied. "Now goodnight."

As she settled under the covers, her mind wasn't on Barney's ruined pleasure. It was on the next steps, and she was fizzing with excitement.