Owned By Her Alpha - Kathy (2 page)

My fingers grind up the bedding as he
works on my ass. Strike after strike. Thrust after thrust. He isn't
overdoing it like many men do. There's a patience to him. It says
“I've done this before and I know how this works.” There is truth
in that. My ass is warm and hot and I'm incredibly aroused right
now, but it's not too much. The pain isn't too great, even though
he's big down there. My body slowly tenses in anticipation of what
we all know is coming.

When it comes the men sit and stand up
straighter. Kane mutters a few words of pleasure.

For my part, I scream.

Scream.

Scream.

Scream.

God, it feels so good.

My orgasm is hard and fast. My back
arches up and my head comes off the pillow. I lock eyes with the
wall and let my voice do the talking. My cry is long, drawn out and
wonderful. I drop down in a heap and lie there
breathless.

“
You can
leave.”

It's Rex. He doesn't mean
me.

We sit there quietly. Employer and
employee, maybe a little more, I can never be sure.

“
Did you enjoy yourself?”
he asks.

The man's voice is strong, low and
comfortable. He isn't mad that I came from another man's
dick.

“
It was alright,” I
whisper.

He chuckles.

“
Come here,
Kathy.”

I raise my head, blink and crawl to
the side of the bed.

The floor is soft and only scrapes
against my knees a little. My hips sway left and right as I crawl.
I must be a sight. Cum dribbling down my right thigh. Out of my
ass. Out of my pussy. All the way down my shaven pubic mound. I
must be a sight. But so is he.

It stands long and proud. I wrap my
hands around it.

“
Did that turn you on?” I
whisper to it, not to him.

He grunts and says nothing. His dick,
though, jerks. I take that as a nod of agreement.

Rex takes me by the head and jams his
dick down my throat to the point where I am choking.

So long. So very long. I hold that
pose for so long that I can barely think. My nipples harden. My
eyes haze over. I can feel my pussy clenching.

Then there's air.

Delicious air.

My employer smiles and stands. He puts
his dick to my tongue and runs it over. I taste his pre-cum. It is
thick and musty.

“
I think I'll paint a
picture this time. One that will speak a thousand words. Something
for just you and me to enjoy.”

His hand takes his dick. I've never
even heard of Rex taking care of himself. The man works the flesh
right over my nose. His eyes are on mine. They are steel gray and
like fire. I wilt under them. The man's passion, his natural
sternness, that intensity of his gaze that never fails to leave me
breathless. His lips jerk to the left just once before he lets
bolts of cum down all over my pretty love heart face.

It rains down on me.

In my hair.

Over one eye.

All down my cheeks.

In my wide open mouth.

All over my pink little
tongue.

Covering me.

All over me.

“
Good girl,” he praises,
jerking off one last drop into my mouth. “You got a
lot.”

He takes my cheeks in the thumb and
index finger of one hand, draws up my face and kisses me once on
the lips, a salty kiss but a sexy one too.

Then he leaves me.

Leaves me to realize that even though
I was fucked by three men tonight, only one man truly fucked me. He
fucked my heart with his passion and his desire. My alpha. I will
never be able to get enough of him. Never.

A Heartless Man?

Rex March, slightly
off-kilter but not thrown by it.

I run a hand through my black hair and
stare down the hallway I am walking down to return to the party.
Kathy took a little something from me tonight. It was unexpected
but it was welcome.

“
That woman,” I
mutter.

I come to the room and see that the
other three that I drew into my little game that turned out to more
than just a game are already talking to some of the newer women. I
glance over my shoulder to the hallway, to the bedroom where she
is.

That woman... What should I do about
her? She could be a problem.

I smile as I see my foolish waiter
hustling over with a drink on his tray.

Nothing.

That's what I'll do. I'll drink and
scheme and play with her heart and enjoy it all.

Because, you see, she's playing with
mine. Whether she knows it or not. She's playing with what little
is left in my dark old heart.

I raise my glass in a silent
salute.

To my muse.

Our party continues.

Training The Bad Doggy

(M/F Paid Sex: Choking and
Spanking)

This is a standalone story with a very
strong role play focus.

She's such a sweet little bitch. I'm glad that I bought her
attentions for this single session for the pittance of a thousand
dollars on a rainy New York Sunday.

The rain pelts the window to my right as I admire her little
smooth olive skinned body. Sweet, younger than me by 15 years and
dolled up as my pretty little poochy, it's a sexy package with a
few tattoos here and there to refine it.

I yank on the lead.

"Heel."

She stops. My polished black shoe runs under her bare skinned
crotch. I bring it up and push the tip into her moist little clit.
The bitch groans and says something in Chinese.

I have a cane in my left hand. Both of us know that she's not
allowed to play 'human'. A bitch is a bitch and should act like
one. My poochy is being bad. Master must correct her
sternly.

The wooden piece slaps across her buttocks. Her hands come
forward to prostate her before me, her wide hips flare out in an
open a target as can be and her little pussy widens and parts to
show the pink in this naughty position.

"Bitch!" I shout, slapping either buttock until they are red
and weary. "Bitcchhh..."

She falls to the floor suddenly. Have I gone to far? I hear
no safe word. The play continues.

Yanking her up by the lead, I point to my crotch.

"LICK."

It is my command. She hustles quickly to down my zipper on
the expensive trousers I wore for this occassion and pulls forth my
engorged and very red penis. I take it from her and grab her small
little head in the other hand. Those brazenly enlarged tits of hers
– a miracle of surgical magnificence – on her tiny waist are
driving me wild. I slam my dick into her mouth and choke her for 10
seconds before bringing my wet dick out to admire in the light of
my apartment's kitchen. She spits up some saliva on the floor. I
look to it.

"Clean that up."

Her eyes turn to mine and crinkle. SHE LIKES THIS! What a
find. I will be sure to book her again.

Coming down on her knees, she tentatively looks up at me as
her little pink tongue comes out to the drips of fluids on the
floor. I put my foot to the back of her head.

"Lick it all up."

With a chaste look away, I get to see her scoop the droplets
up and into her mouth. I bend down and force her head into it,
making her lick the dirty floor with the flat of her tongue as I
explain why doggies shouldn't be messy.

Bringing her up, I take her to the large dining bench and
push her to it. My big frame looms over her smaller one as I ram my
dick into her wet pussy all the way to the depths. Her head comes
up and I yank back on the lead. It is a choker type, so she gargles
as I fuck her hard with the lead held firmly back in my
hand.

"Bitch!" I cry over and over.

Her ass takes every single punch from my manhood. I watch it
jiggle a little after each strike and admire the redness. For a
full five minutes, we live in this world of master and doggy. She
chokes and I fuck her.

"Dirty, little, fucking, dirty, BITCH!" I scream.

Throwing her to the floor, I ram my dick in her mouth and
force her head to the back of the bench. Over and over, I choke
her. The woman's face is red and turning redder. Her hands claw at
the floor, but not once does anything beyond a groan come from her
lips. She never puts her hands to my waist and says "no". Not a
single sign is given to stop. I lose myself in my training and
taming of her throat. It is pink, small and perfect, where her
pussy was wide and gaping from overuse. Every time I put myself
fully into her, I get in a little further. Eventually, I am pushing
down the throat. It is exotic and only something that very few
women can manage. This bitch is one hell of a slut as
well.

Pulling out at the last moment, I cum over her huge breasts
and let it dribble down her front to the floor. Her eyes turn to
mine. She is red. Her throat has little lines of blood when the
choker bit in. This sex of ours probably only lasted 30 minutes,
but it was exhausting for the both of us. Still, she understands.
Doggy has made a doody on the floor and needs to clean it up. I
force her face into my cum and tell her how she must clean it
properly. Her little pink tongue does its work well. My floor looks
cleaner than its ever been.

Pushing her down to the ground, I walk off to clean myself.
When I return, she has a cold beer waiting in both hands. The woman
is on her knees beside my favorite arm chair. I sit and take it,
sipping some and putting it back into her hands, where she waits
for me to take it again.

"You said $500 for the ass?"

"750," she purrs.

I grin and pull out my wallet. Our play isn't finished
yet.

Our Weird Relationship

(Orgy: Anal, Girl-On-Girl, Couples)

This is a standalone story.

It feels so refreshing walking through the
house naked after a good long warm shower.

The lounge is quiet today except for the
rough sounds of slurping coming from the two on the coach.

I stop for a moment beside them and push
Kerry's blond haired head down as far as it will go along the long
and thick length of my tall, dark and handsome husband's veiny
cock. She makes an annoyed sound as Jack flashes me a pleasured
smile.

“You need to work on going deeper,” I tell
her with a small knowing smile for my husband.

Heading into our lavish open-plan kitchen, I
pour myself a tall glass of fresh milk and take a little time to
watch the show. This is our second year living with the Kerry and
her husband. Separate rooms, separate beds, but whose bed and room
we end up in at night is totally our choice. It's all very new
age.

“Breakfast,” I decide after watching my man
cum down her throat.

The refrigerator chills my naked skin,
browning my large nipples and giving my plump tanned breasts a
welcome shine. A set of thick fingers slip between my legs and
straight up into my pink little pussy. I groan in pleasure as
Kerry's other half – Michael – violently fingers me over the
vegetable selection.

“You are a little wet,” he notes.

“I was waiting for my morning fuck.”

I glance back over my shoulder. He's in his
work clothes: crisp white shirt, pressed black slacks and an
expensive light blue tie that matches his eyes. Quite the dashing
character.

“Are you going to stick your dick into my
wife again?”

Michael chuckles.

“Maybe. Might make her wait though.”

Those fingers haven't stopped working me. I
find it hard to concentrate enough to join the conversation.

“If you don't get her, I will,” Jack points
out.

“What if I want her,” Kerry says with a
seductive grin.

There's a moment of silence.

“Well... I think that's against the rules,”
Michael says quickly.

I snort at their attempt to redefine
things.

“You guys think we'll hook up and leave you,
right?”

In 2 years me and the other Mrs have not
laid a hand on each other beyond some teasing.

“Maybe,” Jack admits.

“It crossed my mind,” the other man
says.

We girls laugh. Kerry flicks some of her
blond-brown hair over her shoulder and shakes her head.

“We have two thick dicks in the house. Why
rock the boat?”

Michael raises and eyebrow, looks knowingly
to Jack once and pulls his fingers out of my, by now, very warm and
wet pussy.

I sigh in dissatisfaction as he grabs out
his smart phone.

“I'm making a phone call.”

A minute later he's back.

“You took off your tie,” Kerry notes.

“I'm going to the doctor.”

“You are pulling a sicky?”

“To watch you two fuck I will.”

We look to each other. I lick my lips. Kerry
is the sort of blond that makes girls like me hot for changing
sides. Her curves are perfect, a product of being a part-time
fitness instructor, and her ass could make legions of men turn
their heads in the street – and often does – for a decent
perve.