Owned By Her Alpha - Kathy Read online

  "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.

  “You guys are perverts,” I say.

  Jack is grinning broadly like a fox in a hen house ready to pounce. My heart does a little flip-flop. Never have I been able to resist that man's perfect smile.

  “Fuck her on the table,” Jack urges the woman in only a pair of super tight boxer shorts next to him.

  I blink once in shock and find the woman's hand in my long straight black hair.

  “Come.”

  It's dominant. I guess this is payback for choking her.

  I'm thrown on our posh white wooden dining table and my legs are spread.

  Kerry glances once at the boys and buries her red painted lips in me.

  “FUCK!” I cry.

  It's different. TOTALLY different from a man.

  I revel in it as she laps on my clit, circles the hole, arouses the lips and prunes them out to spread my juices, which are pouring down from my pussy to coat my legs.

  Nearby the very distinct sound of two beers popping meets my ears. I can smell ale. The expensive kind.

  “This is better than watching sport during a blow job,” Jack notes to our housemate.

  They laugh and toast each other from where they are leaning against the breakfast counter as Kerry flanges my pussy so hard that my juices pour out all over the table in a sloppy mess.

  “I'm going to cum!” I whine.

  Kerry lays off. She disappears for a minute. I breath again.

  “Damn, that was intense...” I mutter.

  Something cool and hard entering my pussy shakes me from my daze. The hot lights of the kitchen pour down on me and blind my eyes for just a moment until, looking down past my firm stomach, I note a large orange-yellow object being pushed into my hole.

  “A carrot?”

  Kerry sniggers and bashes away with it. The carrots makes some rather obscene slurping sounds in my pussy.

  I glance to th
e boys. They are looking a little jealous. I don't blame them. This feels good.

  “Hey, maybe we should get involved here. I don't feel like being beaten by a vegetable,” Michael says.

  Jack already has his dick ready. He walks over and pops its long salty length down my throat. I can taste his cum on the tip meaning he let go down Kerry's throat fairly strongly and can smell the light scent of sex sweat on him. It's glorious.

  “Better fix this girl's rear up, I guess,” Michael says speculatively, checking to see if I'm going to reject the idea. “That pussy is full.”

  Kerry spanks him on the butt and I roll my eyes.

  My body is flipped over and Kerry grabs a pairing knife to round off the other end of the carrot. With Jack in my mouth again from the front, me on me knees over his cock, Kerry on all fours the other way around with the carrot in her pussy too, and, finally, Michael slowly pushing his dick into my somewhat stretched ass, I feel pretty full of dick.

  “This is nuts,” Michael murmurs when he gets inside.

  No one's listening.

  Kerry bucks on the vegetable. It slides in and out of our pussies quickly and surely.

  Jack forces my head down so far that I feel his dick curve down the length of my throat a little.

  The other real dick is doing a great job of hammering my ass hole.

  Overall, I'm in heaven.

  Two minutes later I cum.

  “Shit...” I groan. “A big one.”

  The guys pull out and Kerry takes her vegetable over to the couch to play alone. I'm left lying there with two men belting away at their manhoods over my face.

  “I'm going to cum first,” Jack groans in challenge.

  I want to tell them to just shut up and do it, but boys like their competitions.

  Michael and Jack end up tying. Cum ropes down over my face in long lines. I haven't had this much for a long time and I feel it dripping down my face to my neck and the table beyond. It's warm, stinky in a good way and makes me feel about as sexy as a woman can.

  Kerry wanders back over, dips the carrot in some cum and chomps on it.

  “You came?” I ask.

  She chuckles.

  “The carrot made me do it.”

  Both boys look to each other. Jack blows me a kiss as they drag the other woman off to one of the bedrooms.

  “Hit the showers!” he calls. “You'll be expected.

  I wipe some cum from my right eye and shake my head.

  “Boys will be boys.”

  Getting up, I head to the shower again. Two in one day. Not bad.

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  Sophie Sin writes all kinds of erotica from sci-fi to ancient history. There are stories for those that like something a little less descreet in its description and stories for those that like something with a meaty plot and a happy ending. All of her work is in short story form. She and we (Lunatic Ink Publishing) look forward to seeing you again soon.

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  Contents Copyright 2015 Lunatic Ink Publishing

  This Book's Disclaimer:

  All acts occurred among consenting adults over the legal age of consent for the reader's area of abode. All participants were depicted as over 25 years of age without exception.

  This Book's Description:

  Three men. That's the challenge he presents for his own amusement. The alpha male – Rex march – in my life is a cruel task master. He likes to see how far he can push me. Has he pushed me too far this time though? These aren't weak little betas. These are alpha-males-to-be. Dangerous men. Devilish men. One more than all the others. Can I make it through?

  Sophie Sin draws the reader into a world of sex, manipulation and desire with a hint of deeper, more sensual emotions present throughout.

  Also contains the out there short story of fetishism and odd interests Training The Bad Doggy and the weirdest sexual relationship ever had between four room mates in Our Weird Relationship as bonus material. A guaranteed hit on your e-reader.

  Sophie Sin is the author of over 500 erotic works from novels to short stories. There's something for everyone in her selection.

  Sophie's Book Note

  First up, I have to apologize if the first half and second half didn't match up in style and tone. Did you notice? Probably not, but if you did then know that I wrote the first half and the second over 3 months. This was truly a story that I kept picking up and putting down. I don't really know why.

  I guess it could be because my understanding of this genre changed.

  There are many types of alpha male. The strong, kind, caring man with a will of steel. The harsh, almost evil, over the top gentlemanly devil. The fearless, loving, wild man with a heart of gold who can also be the coldest of enemies for those that cross his principals. A neanderthal who understands so much more than he should with eyes that speak more than words ever could. We are attracted to many different types of men and that is a good thing.

  This world has a gorgeous beauty to it. Opposites can interact with each other to create something truly beautiful. That, in a nutshell, is the alpha male and that is what I want to bring to this series as I write more and more of these little stories about the men we crave.

  I don't want to it be cooky cutter.

  I want it to portray not just the blacks and whites, but the rainbow of color inbetween (all 50 shades of gray included).

  Then again, I am known for changing my mind on a whim.

  "More cooky cutter alpha males coming soon."

  Or not?

  Lots of love,

  Aunty Sophie

  Early September 2015