Alicia... The Unleashed Series (Erotica) (5 page)

When his pleasure had passed, Gustav eased himself out of Alicia's sopping pussy and shoved his hand over her pussy to keep any more cum from spilling. He stood like that for a full minute, breathing raggedly, and I waited.

Alicia lay perfectly still. Her chest was heaving, but her eyes were closed. Her leg felt limp in my grip. Her exhaustion was obvious. Once she gave a small shudder, but that was all.

“Now it is finished, yes?” Gustav said. “We can let our little kitten enjoy her cream.”

I didn't understand what he meant, until Gustav untied Alicia's arms and picked her up off the bench. She hung from him limply. He put her on the floor and made her squat. I stood behind her and could feel her weight as she lent against me for support.

Gustav's cum poured from Alicia's pussy like a tap had been turned on. It puddled on the cement floor in thick clumps. Gush after gush of thick white cream. When the flood became just a trickle, he bent her over onto her hands and knees again.

“Lick all of it up,” Gustav demanded. “When you are done, you may cum.”

Alicia suddenly seemed to come alert, her dazed stupor falling away at the promise of her orgasm. She licked the cum off the floor and when Gustav was satisfied, he allowed her to masturbate herself.

Alicia fell back onto the hard floor, spread her legs and shamelessly began to finger-fuck herself. There was no modesty and nothing subtle about it. Her only thought was of her own release.

I had my own need, and it had its own urgency. I watched Alicia's hand as her fingers began to blur in and out of herself with wet squishing noises. I sensed her orgasm beginning to build.

Alicia opened her mouth and moaned. I moaned too. I was rubbing my clit, watching her perform on the floor. When I sensed we were both seconds away, I stepped above her and squatted
over her mouth. I spread the lips of my pussy open, driving myself hard against the young girl's nose, and rode her face until our orgasms exploded. We bucked and heaved together for the longest time.

Alicia was
lying on her bed when I arrived. I didn't knock on the door. I simply entered the room and sat on the edge of the bed. She was freshly showered. Her hair was wet. She smelled of apples. There was a tired, sleepy expression on her face.

I smiled.

“Gustav was pleased,” I said. “You have passed your second test.”

Alicia grinned, wearily but satisfied. “Three more to go.”

“Yes,” I said. “Three more tests. Tomorrow you will meet me back in the games room at 4pm.”

I saw a confused, flash of panic cross Alicia's face, but I left before she could say anything. It would make tomorrow's challenge all the mo
re surprising when Alicia realized what I had planned for her.

God, I'm a bitch!

Wednesday

Harold
Sandmeyer was a 42-year-old advertising executive who had three children. I figured his wife had slept around to get pregnant, because Harold had a tiny 3” cock. It was completely useless.

That’s why, when Alicia tentatively pushed open the door to the ‘games room’ she found Harold
naked on his hands and knees between my spread legs, instead of with his cock inside me.

In fact Harold had never fucked me. He never would.

Harold was a submissive, and every week or two I messaged him to come and please me.

I have
always had a dominant streak. I’ve always enjoyed the power that a woman who looks like me has over men. Most guys are so desperate for adventure; they’d chew off their arm if they thought it meant getting some hot pussy with a woman who looked like a glamour-model. Harold was like that; the poor shmuck worked a boring job and lived a boring life. His one thrill was our occasional meetings.

Today was going to be a day he would never forget.

Alicia stood in the doorway and looked on. Alistair had dressed her in a royal blue corset and panties, black stockings and thigh-high boots. She was dressed for femdom… but would she be able to pass the challenge of acting like a mistress with a trained, experienced sub?

It was time to find out.

“Ah, Mistress Alicia,” I cooed from my chair in the center of the room. I was slumped back, relaxed with my legs spread wide and Harold’s tongue massaging my clit. My panties were draped over one of the chair’s armrests, and my bra was on the ground. “I have everything you requested for today’s session. You will find them all laid out on the bench.”

Alicia nodded and stepped across to the bench where Gustav had fucked her just twenty-four hours ag
o. Arranged on the bench-top was a bamboo cane, a flogger whip, a black dildo attached to a leather strap, and two strap-on cocks, complete with their harnesses. I watched Alicia touch each of the items, and as she did I sensed her confidence begin to grow.

“Excellent,” she said at last.

Hearing Alicia’s voice nearby made Harold pause for a moment. I felt the pressure of his tongue on my pussy change as if he was pulling his head away to catch his breath.

“Don’t you fucking dare!
” I shouted at him instantly. I grabbed an angry handful of his hair and pulled his mouth back onto my pussy. I held him there. “Don’t you fucking dare stop licking my pussy until I tell you, you fucking piece of shit!”

Harold made a small whimpering noise, but it was too late. I was angry with him.

I ground my pussy onto his tongue for a full minute, not allowing him any chance to breath. Harold snuffled and drooled and groaned. I didn’t care. When I was sure he was at the limits of his endurance, I let go of his hair and pushed him hard away from me. He fell weakly to the floor and lay on his back. I don’t think he was game to move.

I sat for a moment longer. I realized I was panting, and I’m not sure if that was from Harold’s efforts with his tongue, or my sudden flash of anger. Finally I stood up. Alicia joined me beside the chair and we looked down at Harold.

“Its name is Harold,” I said in a bored tone. “He’s a pathetic piece of shit. Hopefully you won’t find him too disappointing.”

Alicia nodded. Then she took a long deep breath and exhaled slowly. I watched her face, and saw the change in her expression and demeanor; watched her attitude and persona seem to transform.

“Where is the rest of his cock?” she said, and I blinked with surprise. The tone of her voice was so…. so perfect! In an instant the girl who had submitted to Gustav’s demanding punishments was gone. In her place had appeared Mistress Alicia.

I was so pleasantly surprised it took me a few seconds to get back into my own character. Finally I said, “There is no more.”

Alicia screwed up her face as if she had just seen something truly revolting. She turned and picked up the bamboo cane from the bench top. Using the tip of the cane, she lightly prodded Harold’s cock, as if she were trying to turn over a leaf that might conceal a spider.

Harold flinched instinctively. He screwed his eyes shut.

“Get up, you fucking worm,” Alicia hissed. Harold jumped to his feet and stood with his hands clasped behind his back.

Together Alicia and I inspected Harold
Sandmeyer. Every once in a while Alicia would make a comment and poke at him with the cane.

“He’s fat,” she said. “His skin is soft and pudgy.”

“And he has the cock and balls of a ten year old boy,” I added. “But he can be obedient… when properly encouraged.”

Alicia made Harold open his mouth and stick out his tongue. “Clearly he wasn’t made for fucking,” Alicia said, her tone disapproving. “Is he any good at licking pussy?”

              “Average.”

             
“Hmmmm,” Alicia frowned thoughtfully. “How long is this worm here for our entertainment?”

             
“Until midnight, if you wish.”

             
Alicia smiled. “Good. In that case, I need Alistair to help me find some clothes. In the meantime, can you make a phone call?”

And then we stood together in the corner of the games room for a moment while she whispered to me what she wanted….

When Alicia lead Harold back into the games room thirty minutes later he was dressed in a white corset and lacy panties. Alicia had stuffed the cups of the corset with thick socks. Then she had made him up with red lipstick and green eye shadow, and thrown a blonde wig on his head. The end result was a hideous, overweight parody of a woman. Harold’s complete humiliation showed in the deep red blush of his cheeks.

He clumped over to the bench in high-heel shoes that his feet did not quite fit into.

“What do you think?” Alicia asked me. She swatted Harold on his panty-clad ass and he turned around for my inspection.

“Pretty,” I said through a wide smile.

“I think so too,” Alicia said. “He was certainly no use to anyone as a man. Maybe he will make a better woman.”

I stepped close to Harold and reached my hand down inside the front of his tight white panties.

His little cock was rock hard!

“My goodness!” I said in mock surprise. “Mistress Alicia, our little slave girl has a fucking hard-on!”

I pulled the knickers down Harold’s thighs and pointed at his little cock. Alicia knelt down to look in amazement. I stroked him a few times, and then took a grip of his balls.

Harold grunted.

“You horny little slut,” Alicia mocked him. “Well we can’t let that go to waste. You’re in heat!”

We ordered Harold to remove his panties and bend over the hard wooden bench. Alicia and I pulled on our strap-on cocks. Mine fitted perfectly, the strapping snug around my waist, the seven inch pink cock jutting from my groin and bouncing each time I took a step. I helped Alicia fit her own harness, adjusting the clips until the unit sat firm around her hips.

While we made the adjustments to her strap-on, Harold waited, spread-legged, bent over the bench top.

“The arrangements you wanted have been made,” I told Alicia. I squeezed some lubricant onto the end of
each rubber cock and began to coat their entire lengths. “Everything should be in place by 6pm.”

“Ex
cellent,” Alicia smiled grimly. “We better make sure she’s ready.”

I stood behind Harold and squir
ted more lubricant onto my hand. Then I began to massage his ass. Harold let out a simpering little moan. I eased one, and then two fingers deep inside him, swirling them around. “Spread your legs wider, bitch,” I demanded. Harold did a little shuffle. I forced a third finger into his ass. Then I lined up the head of my rubber cock against the tight puckered opening and began to push.

Harold went rigid for a moment. I could feel the tension in his body, so I reached down and tugged hard on his balls. “Keep fucking still you little
bitch!” I hissed. “Don’t fucking move. Your boy-pussy is for my pleasure, so stay still and take it. Understand?”

“Yes Mistress,” Harold muttered. It sounded like he was sobbing.

Good!

Out of the kindness of my heart I gave Harold’s boy-pussy a few seconds to adjust… then I began to force my cock deep inside him. Harold was clenching and unclenching his fists, but to his credit, he kept still. I quickly built up the pace of my strokes as his ass adjusted.

Every few strokes brought new moans from Harold as the head of my cock massaged his prostate. And as I built up rhythm and began to pump my cock deeper inside him, his moans began to sound less pained… and more pleasurable.

Alicia noticed.

“Listen to our bitch!” she said in amazement. “She’s really getting off on being fucked.”

I grabbed hold of Harold’s hips and ground my cock
further inside him.

I’ve had a few subs like Harold over the years, and I’ve watched a lot of strap-on porn… and the one thing I’ve noticed is that gals (me included) can never fuck the way a guy does. I don’t know if guys are born with a certain rhythm, or if it just comes from plenty of practice, but I could never get a good, constant pattern going. I felt myself beginning to lose my momentum as I tried to fill his
boy-pussy to the brim with rubber.

I fucked Harold for a good ten minutes. By that time I was getting tired. I had a glistening sheen of perspiration across my forehead and breasts.

“Tag,” I said at last. Alicia had been standing off to the side and watching me fuck Harold. Now I eased myself out of him and she took my place.

Alicia’s cock went
all the way inside Harold with the first stroke. She started slowly, grinding her hips, and then finally she leaned over his back and bit his shoulder. Her hips humped his boy-pussy with an insistent tempo.

Harold was panting. His breath was a series of short gasps and groans. He really was getting off on this!