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Flesh – Alpha Males and Taboo Tales
~ Volume Two ~
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This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All characters represented within are eighteen years of age or older and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. None of the characters engaging in sexual activities are blood related. This work is property of its respective authors and used with their permission. Please do not reproduce illegally.
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Table of Contents
Punish Me! (Daddy’s Sissy Slave)
By Natalie Deschain
Total Machine Fuck
By GiaVanna
The Naked CEO & The Horny Freshmen Interns
By Rod Mandelli
Mind Control 101: Hypnotizing my Little Sister's Best Friend
By Ellen Dominick
Trio
By Raminar Dixon
Debbie Does Daddy
By Raminar Dixon
Werewolves Like It Rough (Timberland Twins)
By Jessi Bond
His Every Wish (A Billionaire's Taste, Book 1)
By Sierra Black
Two Billionaires Are Better Than One
By Daphne Loveling
The Sweetest Bonus (Bred by Daddy’s Boss)
By Marlie Jax
Kate’s Taboo Trap (Tricking the Man of The House)
By Q.R. Braddock
Punish Me! (Daddy’s Sissy Slave)
By Natalie Deschain
My heart was pounding against my ribs. My throat felt like sandpaper and my stomach was quivering. Worst of all was the itch, the emptiness between my cheeks that needed filling. I locked the door and pushed on it to make sure it wouldn’t open, then gave it a sharp tug to check again. I froze, wondering if I was jiggling the doorknob too much. I cursed myself for my paranoia and glanced at the clock. I had maybe ten minutes to get ready. I was putting on a show at eight and my fans would be livid if I wasn’t ready.
I pulled the suitcase from under my bed and started laying out my clothes. I stripped out of my shorts and polo, watching myself in the mirror. My skin is milk pale and smooth as a baby. I’m very careful shaving my legs and around my cock. My fans like me to be smooth and clean. I tucked stepped into a new pair of panties that a user bought for me from my wishlist and pulled them up, reaching in to tuck myself under after I got them up. A little bite adjustment and there was nothing but a slight bulge. Next, I put on a garter belt and sat on the bed to pull up pink silk stockings, also a gift from one of my admirers. I love the feel of the smooth silk, tight against my skin. I clipped them to the belt and stood up, making sure everything was still perfect.
I stopped to admire my ass in the mirror before I put on my skirt. The thong framed my cheeks perfectly- I needed to take some stills to sell when I had the time. I practiced my pose until I remembered I needed to hurry up, tugged the skirt up, and zipped it. I pulled on a tight babydoll and sat down in front of my computer. The last step was to drape the wig over my head. Tonight I chose a red one with long bangs and light curls at the ends. I made sure it was in place, and slipped my glasses on.
Perfect.
For all I was worried about getting ready in time for my show, I made sure I was fashionably late. I watched the chat for a second before I turned on the webcam and loaded the software. I watched my own image appear in the upper right corner and smiled warmly, pursing my lips. A few of my admirers had cams of their own, and even paid a premium so I could see them. I blew a kiss. The chat went wild, demanding that I strip.
“There’s time for that later,” I whispered. I was practiced at this. I could glance at the clock without making it obvious. I’d keep them busy chatting for fifteen minutes or so, then start the show.
In truth, I was eager. I needed something in my ass and I needed it now. I contained myself, coquettishly biting my lip while I chatted with the boys (and a few girls, of course) about their lives. When I was ready, I lifted up the box. One of my admirers had sent it to me, and when I saw it, I wanted in me that day. I’d already taken it for a test drive, but I was going to pretend. The buyer was logged in and watching the show.
I picked up the box. It came wrapped in blue paper and pink lace. I ran my hands down the top.
“Ooh,” I cooed, “I wonder what this could be.”
I slowly lifted the lid off, and my jaw dropped in mock surprise. I clasped my hand around my mouth as I set the box on my desk and pushed my hand in the box, running my fingers under the shaft. The dildo was legitimately heavy. I lifted it out of the box.
“What’s this?” I sighed, bouncing it in my hand.
I pulled a little card out of the box. “His name is Thor.”
I held the dildo in both hands. Thick and heavy, it was a dark purple color, made of silicone. The head was a good two inches across. I’d been practicing to be able to get it in for the last few days, but the fantasy was all part of the show.
“Oh, this might hurt,” I whispered. “I wonder if I should…”
The chat went wild, my fans demanding I ram it into my ass that very minute.
“Hey now,” I whispered into the camera, zooming it on my lips. “Maybe he wants a little attention first.”
I hefted the end of the dildo and touched my lips to it. In truth, sucking a dildo is about the most pointless thing in the world, but it turns on the viewers. I had to fight to get my jaw open wide enough to take Thor into my mouth, and I only managed the tip. I wiped my drool up and down the shaft, letting my fans imagine it was their cocks I was sucking. A few comments to that effect came up in the chat.
I popped up in my chair and squealed. “Oh, what’s this?” I purred.
I leaned back and kicked out from the desk. I pulled the hem of my skirt up. My panties were bulging. Attention always gets me hard, gets me ready, and my cock doesn’t want to hide anymore.
“Should I take it out?” I whispered.
The enthusiastic reply made me grin as I popped my cock out of my panties. I let it hang, spreading my legs, and pouted.
“I’m such a slut,” I said, feigning distress.
The chat was about evenly divided between defending my honor and calling me a dirty cumrag. The end result was about the same. They all wanted to fuck me. The truth was, I wanted them to. I was working up the guts to take a real cock on cam, but I was terrified my stepfather would find out and throw me out of the house. Things had been tense between us for a long time, ever since we lost my mother. I didn’t want to think about that.
I stroked for a while, working my fingers up and down my shaft lazily, not gripping very tightly. I didn’t want to cum yet anyway. Looking at Thor, suction cupped to the desk, I figured I might go for a hands-free tonight. I stroked until I was nice and hard, my erection falling against my belly like timber, and stood up. The boys love it when I strut around in my panties. I turned and leaned, twisting my waist at just the right angle to make my hips look nice and big, and flexed my round ass. The chat went wild.
“Oh,” I whispered, “You want me to put that
,” I pointed to Thor, “In there? What if it doesn’t fit?”
The consensus was that I should make it fit.
“Oh well,” I said, patting my rump. “The more the merrier.”
I stepped out of my panties, gave my dick a little tug, and laid the towel out on the bed. I had to adjust the camera by hand, probably the least professional part of my little show. When that was done, I grabbed Thor, a bottle of lube, and rolled onto the bed. I ended up face down first, and I arched my back hard as I flexed my ass, kicking my feet in the air. I flexed my toes a little for the foot guys and rolled over, shimmying out of my skirt. I faced away from the camera and pulled my leg up. Thor was a big boy, and this was going to involve some work. I lubed Thor up like it was going out of style, took a deep breath, and put his head against my knot.
I didn’t need to see the chat to know their reaction, but I had it set up on a tablet. I set it next to my face and smiled as I saw a choppy image of my own cheeks spreading as the bulbous head of the dildo settled against my asshole. I grunted and gave a little push, and my back twitched as Thor popped home. I could only take a few inches of him at first. I held him under his fake rubber balls and pushed, driving his shaft into me. I let my head relax onto the pillow and closed my eyes, focused for now on the sensations. It was like being ripped apart. The feeling of it ramming into me, spreading me open was like nothing else in the world.
I fucked my ass with the dildo for a while, going real slow. The chat was duly impressed, with some of my fans with cams of their own showing it off by stroking their cocks for me. I rolled over and raise my voice just a little, to make sure the camera picked me up.
“I’ll be you boys want to run a train on me,” I said, touching my finger to my lip. “Oh how would I ever survive all your hard cocks? Would you pin me down? Would it hurt?”
Again, the fandom was divided.
I rolled over and drew Thor out, grunting with relief as the pain ebbed. Damned thing was enormous.
I lay there for a while, the fans clamoring for more. I hid the tablet and piled my pillows up, then turned so I was facing the camera, lying on my back. It was hard using the dildo at this angle, but I managed. I pushed it in, grimacing as it opened me, shivering as I felt it sliding up my tight channel. I was hard as a rock, my balls nice and tight, but I didn’t touch them. I lifted up and pushed Thor down so he’d drive right up into the sweet spot, and I could pin him down as I lowered myself. When he was balls deep, I let out a long sigh of relief and my eyes rolled back in my head.
“It hurts so good,” I whispered.
The chat went nuts. I was getting good. I let go, holding my arms up like I was trying to balance myself as I humped Thor into the bed, driving up and down on his width. God, it really did hurt, but it was amazing, like tugging on a loose tooth. I rode it hard, sat up a little, and felt my cockhead slapping my belly. I was shaking the bed I was rolling on it so hard, twisting the huge dildo in my ass. I wanted someone to grab the end and ram it into me. More than that, I wanted a real cock, a real man pinning me into the bed and fucking my brains out.
I knew I was going to cum, so I made a show of it. I rocked hard, leaning on my elbows, through my head back, and tensed my whole body. I wasn’t faking it. I nearly fell off the bed and I shot a thick rope of cum right up onto my belly, followed by another and another, all without laying a hand on it. When it threatened to flop forward I held it against myself and rubbed the underside for a while, getting it all out. When I was finally able to go still, I was sore from my muscles clenching and my ass clamping down on Thor. It was like a lightning bolt had gone through me. My boys just watched me lay as I rolled onto my side and Thor pulled himself out and thudded into the floor. I’d clean him up later. I wiped some cum onto my fingertip and touched it to my tongue, and sucked it clean.
My audience was content to watch me lay there, stroking my belly and whispering how much I love cock, until the show ended. The chat closed automatically, and I sat up, breathing hard. The first thing I did was scoop up Thor, wipe him down, and get him back in his box. I wrapped the towel around my waist while I worked. I had to be sure that all the evidence was gone. I pulled my wig off and made sure everything was bottled up tight with the computer, my lube was away, and pulled out my trunk to put clothes away. I fiddled with the tablet, checking my numbers. I set a new record. I had more money coming in from pageviews tonight than I’d make at a month in my job. I cooed and kicked my legs as I pressed it to my chest.
My doorknob turned, and I froze.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
“I’m not decent,” I called in my deepest baritone.
I heard a screwdriver scraping in the lock. It turned, and the door pushed in.
My stepfather was standing in the doorway. He was a huge block of a man, so muscled up he’d had to turn sideways to fit through the door. He had on a wifebeater and sweatpants and even barefoot he was a good six inches taller than I am, and probably had a hundred pounds on me, all blocky and thick where I was sleek and slender. I sat on the bed in my stockings and garter belt with my wig sitting next to me.
“Oh,” I said softly, “Oh God, please…”
“Put the wig on.”
“What?”
“I said put the wig on.”
Shaking, I pulled it on and adjusted it until it was just right.
He rushed to the bed, slapped the tablet out of my hands, and seized me by my throat. I gurgled as he closed his huge hand around my neck and dragged me to my feet. He let go when I was standing up and I clutched my throat, gasping for breath. I doubled over but he grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me up straight.
“Show’s over, huh?”
“Please,” I whimpered. “Don’t hurt me.”
“Get on your knees.”
My eyes went wide.
“On your knees!” he bellowed, “Now!”
Shaking, I sank down, steadying myself with my hand on the bed. I was on my knees in front of him. He pulled his sweats down and let them drop around his ankles, and rolled his shirt up. He didn’t have anything on underneath. He was hard as a rock, and he was huge. His cock looked like it was as thick as my wrist and long enough to make my day. I pulled back a little, blinking the tears out of my eyes.
“What…”
“Suck it, you little slut,” he growled. “Suck.”
He put his hand on my head and forced me close. I whimpered as he mashed the head, hot and hard, against my lips. I resisted for a moment, then opened my mouth. He pushed past my lips, resting his hand on top of my head, and I gagged, breathing hard. He tasted musky and salty, and the head of his cock was velvet smooth. I had no choice but to slip my tongue under it, and he groaned. His grip on my head softened. His hand slid down until he was cupping my cheek, almost gently.
“That’s right,” he said softly, almost gently. “Just like that.”
My fingers shaking badly, I put one hand on his shaft and stroked. After a moment, it was almost natural. I moved my head and hand in time with each other, thrusting his cock into my mouth. I took a deep breath and pushed it in hard until I gagged, the head bottoming out against my throat. He got harder and hotter ever second, and started to tremble. I put my other hand on his sack, lifting and massaging it with my fingers. They got nice and hard, lifting up beside his shaft. I felt the first musky spurt of precum on my tongue and started to pull back. He took my head in both hands.
“Take it all,” he growled at me, “Take it all you little cunt, and swallow it.”
I nodded with his dick in my mouth and stroked him until he came. His body tightened and I swear he would have choked me with it if I didn’t only have the head in my mouth. He came hard, spraying the inside of my mouth with musky, salty cum. I coughed but I kept my lips tightly sealed as he pumped spurt after spurt into my mouth until I had a watery, sticky mouthful. When he was finally done I leaned back, closed my lips, and swallowed hard, so he could hear it. I licked my lips clean and waited, f
rozen with terror.
He lifted me up onto the bed. He just put his hands under my armpits and pulled me up, flipping me over so I lay face down.
Oh God, he was going to fuck my ass. I couldn’t take it, I knew it. It was too big. He ran his hand over my cheek, squeezing the soft, shaved skin between his fingers. His thumb slid into the cleft of my ass and touched my sore, lubed up asshole, and slipped inside.
“What have you been doing in here?” he snarled.
His hand drew back, I heard a whisper of air and his hand cracked across my rump, like a gunshot. It hurt like hell, pain lancing up my spine. He hit me again and again, then hit the other side for good measure. Tears flowed freely from my eyes and I bit my lip hard as he hit me over and over, until my ass stung even when he wasn’t hitting me. Finally he stopped.
“Did you like my cock?”
“What?”
“Did you like my cock?”
“No,” I whimpered.
“You’re lying. You like it.”
“I like it,” I agreed.
Part of me was saying it to end it, trying to find the magic combination of words that would make him go away… but my cock was hard as a rock and the truth was, I wanted him to take me. I was ready, my asshole tingling at the thought of that huge rod pounding into me. I curled up, drawing my legs up.
“I like it what?”
“I… I like it, Daddy.”
“That’s better,” he said softly, stroking my head. “I’m sorry Daddy had to hurt you, buttercup, but you needed to be punished. You’ve been a bad girl.”
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