Alicia... The Unleashed Series (Erotica) (6 page)

After a few minutes, Alicia pulled her cock out of his pussy. “Turn around and get up on the bench,” she barked. “I want you on your back with your legs spread.”

This looked familiar! Al
icia was going to fuck Harold the same way Gustav had fucked her yesterday. Harold got quickly into his new position. His tiny little cock was standing upright.

Alicia put her cock against his boy-pussy, took a hold of both his quivering legs to keep them spread, and eased herself into him. Harold groaned.

I came around the side of the bench and watched.

“You’re
such a good girl,” I said to Harold. I reached down and squeezed one of his padded breasts, and then my hand snaked down to his cock.

The moment I touched the head of Harold’s cock, he jumped. He was so sensitive! I waited for a moment, and then lightly wrapped my hand around the head of his prick.

“Aaawwww!” Harold groaned. I gave his cock three quick strokes and then stopped.

“Do you want to cum, sissy boy?” I asked.

Harold turned his head to look at me. The pleading expression on his face was pathetic. “Please!” he breathed. “Please let me cum Mistress Julia.”

“Well, I don’t know….” I teased. I touched his cock again, and it began to jerk.

“Please!”

I looked at Alicia. She had slowed her pace and was now fucking Harold’s boy-pussy with long slow strokes. “What do you think, Mistress Alicia? Has our little slut earned an orgasm?”

Alicia’s expression became suddenly stern, and she stopped pumping into Harold’s ass. “You can cum on one condition, slut,” Alicia said.

Harold’s head spun to hear Alicia’s demand.

“You will do anything we command you to do, and you will not refuse anything we instruct you to do until this session is over.”

“Yes,” Harold said instantly. “Yes, Mistress!”

“You swear this?”

“Yes, Mistress Alicia!”

We exchanged glances. I saw Alicia wink at me. I was having the time of my life with this girl!

“Very well, bitch. Cum,” I said.

Alicia began to pump her cock into Harold’s pussy with short, shallow strokes and I reached down and wrapped my hand firmly around his shaft. Harold let out a slow moan, and his hips began to buck in time with Alicia’s cock. Then suddenly he was tensing. His whole body began to tremble. It was like a human having an earthquake.

“
Aaaaaaahhhhhh!” Harold groaned. His cum erupted from the head of his cock like a geyser. One jet sprayed into the air, then landed in a puddle on his lacy white corset. Instantly a second, and then a third smaller gush exploded from his cock. Harold sounded like he was sobbing with the relief of his orgasm.

In all the twisting, groaning tension of his orgasm, Alicia had pulled her cock out of his ass, and he hadn’t even realized. He lay on the bench top, his body trembling,
his chest heaving for air, his face flushed, and his body slippery with sweat.

Alicia and I stepped away from the bench, unfastening our strap-on harnesses and letting them drop to the floor. We were in no hurry. We waited until the last tremors of Harold’s ejaculation had passed and he had regained his composure.

“Do you enjoy being our little fuck pussy?” I asked Harold.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said with such sincerity that I actually believed him.

“Good,” I was gently rubbing one of his padded breasts, “and do you like being a woman? Being dressed up, I mean, and then being taken by a big hard cock?”

“Yes, Mistress Julia.” He answered.

I smiled. While I had been questioning him, my finger had lazily begun to trace its way down his stomach.

“Very good. We’ve decided to help you become as close t
o a real woman as possible,” I purred. “Would you like to be called
Cynthia
from now on?”

“If it pleases you, Mistress,” Harold said.

“Oh, it does please me. It pleases me to see you so keen to get in touch with your feminine side,” I explained. “Now…. open your mouth so I can feed you all this nasty man cum.”

Harold hesitated… and then reluctantly opened his mouth. The fleeting seconds of his passion had long gone. He wasn’t horny anymore. And he realized
that what he had said in the heat of the moment now had consequences.

Alicia had come up beside me. She dipped her finger into a thick gooey puddle of Harold’s cum and held it over his open mouth. Then she slowly turned her finger; a long drizzle of cum trickled onto his tongue.

“Swallow.”

He did.

Then I scooped up a wad of cum and wiped it around his lips. He licked at it.

Alicia fed him the last of his own cum, making him suck the
creamy jizz noisily off her fingers.

When he had swallowed all of his own cum, Alicia flopped into the chair. She hung one long
booted leg over the armrest and began to massage her pussy. She was really wet!

“Come and lick my
pussy,” she demanded.

Harold crawled across the floor and began to enthusiastically lick and nuzzle at her pussy lips.

I took the opportunity to sneak across to the games room door. On the floor was a small piece of paper. I recognized Alistair’s handwriting. I stepped from the room.

When I came back, I had a man with me. But not just any man.

I only knew him as K-Tone. He was a giant; broad across the chest with a huge muscular physique. He was an avalanche of beautiful black skin.

K-Tone’s gig was as a black bull for cuckolds. There were a lot of guys who got their kicks from seeing their wives fucked by a black bull. K-Tone would screw the wife while the man watched. Then he would make the guy his b
itch as well. Sometimes he even hired himself out for breeding parties when white women wanted to be bred by a black bull and fall pregnant. It was the ultimate cuckold experience, and K-Tone was ‘da man!

“Look,
Cynthia
,” I said. In response, Harold pulled his head from between Alicia’s long gorgeous legs. His chin was glistening slick from her pussy juice. “Look who Mistress Alicia has arranged to fuck you,” I said excitedly. “K-Tone is going to make you his bitch.”

Credit where it’s due. This had been Alicia’s idea, and it was her request that I make the arrangement.

K-Tone stood naked before the chair like a colossus, his eyes fixed on Alicia, and Harold on his hands and knees between her legs. They were looking up at K-Tone. Harold made a breathless, formless noise of fear.

I wrapped my hand around K-Tone’s cock. It was only semi-hard, and already it looked like a monster. I felt my pussy
throb just from feeling the hardness and the length of him.

K-Tone let me stroke him for a minute or so, and then he got down on his knees behind Harold’s upturned ass. Without a word K-Tone forced Harold to spread his legs and Harold meekly obeyed.
Alicia pulled Harold’s face back down onto her pussy and used both hands to hold him there.

Then K-Tone began to stuff his huge cock into Harold’s boy-pussy.

Harold began to squirm. From between Alicia’s legs I could hear him squeal each time another inch of K-Tone’s massive black cock drove into him. But K-Tone was insistent. He continued to grind his cock deeper, his huge hands like baseball gloves on Harold’s corseted waist.

Finally Harold stopped moving, and I wondered for a moment if he had passed out. But Alicia had pulled him from her sopping pussy and laid his head on her thigh. She was holding him there, bracing and supporting him while
K-Tone began to fuck him with slow regular strokes.

“Yeah,” K-Tone said in a voice that was like a deep boom. It w
as the first time he had spoken since entering the games room. “Take my cock up your pussy, bitch.” He rumbled. ‘You’re mine. You’re my fuckin’ whore!”

Harold w
himpered. K-Tone dug his fingers into the soft skin of Harold’s waist to hold him down and began to fuck harder. Then he leaned over his new bitch, his weight heavy, and I saw him slide his hand around to hold Harold’s little cock.

“You’re my fucking bitch,” K-Tone repeated. He was rubbing Harold’s cock between his fingers. “
Fuckin’ say it! Say your pussy is mine from now on.”

Harold grunted. He was breathing like he was on the verge of a heart attack. “I’m your bitch,” he moaned. “You can fuck me whenever you want.”

“Yeah!” K-Tone smiled his victory. Then he pulled his monster out of Harold’s boy-pussy and stood up. He took his cock in one hand and pulled Harold around, up onto his knees before him. Harold opened his mouth and K-Tone filled it with his cock.

“Suck me!” K-Tone’s voice made it clear that Harold had no choice but to obey. Harold did the best he could, swirling his tongue around the huge head of the black man’s cock, and trying to suck him into his mouth.

K-Tone put his hands on his hips and began to thrust. Alicia and I were watching on with delicious fascination. Harold had managed to get half the length of K-tone down his throat.

Harold’s first cock-sucking experience lasted a few more
minutes, until finally K-Tone rumbled, “I’m gonna blow!”

He pulled his cock out of Harold’s mouth and began to stroke himself furiously. His hand moved like a blur. He used his spare hand to
keep Harold’s mouth open. Then K-Tone screwed his eyes shut and roared.

He came in one long gush, pouring his hot seed into Harold’s mouth. Splashes hit the back of
Harold’s throat, his cheek, and his chin. He gagged, almost choking on the hot stuff, and then he swallowed.

The room went silent. No one spoke. The only sound was K-Tone’s rasping breath. The big man finally opened his eyes. Harold was
stroking his cock and meekly swishing his tongue around the head, lapping up the residue of his orgasm.

I was so turned on by this whole
spectacle; I couldn’t wait a moment longer to cum. So I simply stood where I was and fingered myself. My release came on with a fierce urgent rush that left me seeing pinwheels of flashing light. Not fancy, I admit, but very, very necessary.

I smiled at Alicia, a little drunk with
the thrill of my own orgasm. “You passed,” I said simply.

Thursday:

I
t was such a beautiful day! Hollywood in summer is spectacular. There’s something amazing about the air, the light… and the blueness of the sky.

I woke up happy. Alicia had a lot to do with my mood. Her ability to handle the most demanding sexual situations over the previous few days had surprised, and pleased me.

I arranged to meet Alicia by the outdoor pool. There was no way I was going to waste this summer’s day by spending it indoors.

When my father bought this house many years earlier, the first thing he had done was add the
outdoor swimming pool area. The pool itself wasn’t big; maybe fifty feet long, and it was in the shape of a kidney.

It wasn’t for swimming laps; that was what the indoor pool was for. This was an entertaining area, and the surrounding grounds had been landscaped to feel like an oasis.
A rockery bordered small palm trees and lots of flowering bushes and beside the pool was a small wooden cabana that was used as a change room and a storage area.

This was a special part of the home for me. It was where I had fucked my father and his agent on my 21
st
birthday, and although a white wrought-iron table and set of chairs had long ago replaced the sofa, I still felt a tingle whenever I spent time there.

Alicia met me beside the pool. Alistair had dressed her in a white bikini. My own bikini was turquoise blue, and made from less material than a pirate’s eye patch.

Alicia noticed! I saw her eyes wandering down past my breasts, and I enjoyed her admiration. It was nice to know that a thirty-three year old could still get attention alongside the hot young girls who came to stay.

I guided Alicia to the table and we sat. Alistair had left a pitcher of juice and a carafe of wine. I pushed the juice to one side and poured two glasses of wine.

              I smiled at the girl across the rim of my glass.

“Alicia, do you happen to know what dogging is?”

Alicia froze for a split second, and when she replied her voice was wary. “No… and I don’t think I…”

I laughed, and reached out to lightly stroke her warm arm. “Relax!” I said. “It’s not what you think. It’s something that originated in England recently. It’s when women go to parks or secluded places at night, and have totally anonymous sex with random strangers that are waiting.”

“Oh,” and I could tell by the tone of her voice she was relieved. “I haven’t heard of it.”

“Well tonight you are going to experience it first-hand. An evening of dogging is to be your next test.”

Alicia nodded. “I understand.”

“Between now and 9pm this evening you are free to enjoy the pool and the house in any way you want… but at 9pm you are to meet me in the foyer. You are to wear a short skirt and a
tank-top. No panties and no bra. You will need clothes you can get out of quickly.”