EROTICA: MAKING HIM HARD, THE ALPHA LOVES THE BRAT

by Allysa Mkermo

  Watching her beautiful nudity, he gives her seconds to breath and abruptly he made her returned to his cock. She took in his own rules and sucked him like a bitch in heat. Her sexual sound gets louder and it excites him further. He knows her pussy was getting all the more stimulated.

  "Nmm..Mmm...Oh...Mmpphh...UM!" Leila moaned. It was tough to breathe with the belt tightening around her neck and with her mouth filled with his big hard cock. She swished his cock inside her cheeks, getting it deeper into her throat while she breathes though her nose.

  Dale's groans get desperate and his breathing more heavy. The desire to fuck her up, made him enthralled with desire. Leila firmly grabbed his dick with strong suction from her mouth, fondling his balls. She sucked and licked him lovingly, while stroking his balls. She looked up at her beloved father. His eyes were onto her, gazing her with ultimate desire.

  "FUCK… Leila you’re so fucking sexy sweetheart..!” Dale moaned and Leila sucked him faster, moaning noises as her pace and intensity grew with each up and down of his cock. The slurping sounds trips louder and incites them both with the hot sucking that completely made Dale’s cock rock hard and throbbing. Leila could feel his shaking and her own body trembling

  "OH! Fuck!" His grip on the belt loosens and he grabs for her hair, making her drink and swallow many loads of cum. It was a very intense rush. The lots of cum built up, the amount was intense but she tastes and drinks it. Leila bobbed her head up and down, quickly swallowing it up. She drank every drop.

  Her little tight pussy squirts and her love juices spills, tainting the red carpet. Dale watched her, ensnared and addicted. His other hand grabbed for her boobs tightly. She moaned loud. Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot down her throat as he squeezes her breast.

  Dale’s cum mixed with Leila’s saliva as she licked the tip of his shaft, boldly swallowing it all down. Soon, his cock quivered with aftershocks, and more creamy juice trickled down her throat. Suddenly, with great force, he tugged the belt and she shriek. The pain ached and the bliss kicks in through her body. Her face was pulled away from his member and she falls down to the soft cloth of the carpet. Her breathing starts to get desperate and loud and in frenzy she looks up at her step-daddy that studied her trembling state.

  “So, why did you show it to your mother?” Dale’s voice was thicker and darker than before.

  “I… I told you already…”

  “You’re lying darling.”

  Leila closed her mouth and shut her eyes tightly. Her cheeks flushed with supreme embarrassment at her childlessness and obvious lying. She couldn’t say and accept that she was on the verge of envy and jealousy. The thought of confessing her real feelings to her step-father could ruin everything. It made her secretive.

  Dale notices her nervousness and so he drops the topic smoothly, he removes the belt that was tied onto her neck and he carried her in his arms. The soft blush in her cheeks made him hard again, she was too beautiful, “Let’s get you clean up little queen.”

  &&&

  She was sitting on his lap; his cock completely poking and twitching between her butt and his toned thighs pressed against hers. Her small back rested against his broad shoulders and toned chest. The scent of him all over her body, the fragrance of the soap, the sound of the running water and the exchange of their breathing on the large marbled bathroom made her pussy clench.

  “Look at you.. You’re so wet again..” Dale whispers huskily, nibbling on her earlobe as he licks it teasingly, touching her pussy and making her stare at the huge full view mirror that was in front of them. She could see her lustful expressions and her bare pussy in full view. Leila grinded her ass against his crotch and Dale snickers, “Aren’t you too naughty Leila?” His hand grazes over her clit and she moans crazy for his touch.

  Leila rasped, “My body wants you daddy... I’m so sorry for being naughty.”

  He grabs her face with his hand and deepens the kiss, parting her lips with his own and intertwining their tongue together, sucking sweetly on her tongue, licking her upper jaw and under her mouth, saliva drips hotly as her soft back pressed onto him while his other hands goes lower and rubs against her clit, faster and faster. The friction turns vivid and it sent her shaking.

  “Ummh..Aghm..!”She panted and moaned.

  Feeling her wetness and excitation, he thrusts a finger on her soft wet pussy. His thrust quickens and sharpens. "Oh fuck!” She moans, the feeling of being bare against his body was ecstatic. His hard cock keeps on poking her soft ass each time he thrust. It made Leila keep on moaning as Dale's cock keeps on probing and teased her. Quickly, she grinded even harder and her pussy clench, the euphoric feeling between her legs made her scream. Suddenly, Dale inserts two fingers inside her pussy, sliding and thrusting in different angles that make her pant.

  He kissed her deeply, fingered her and fondled her breast.

  "Um! Oh fuck..! Fuck! I’m gonna’ cum!" She moaned loudly, almost yelling.

  “Here." Dale knew her body almost too well and he was careful not to break her hymn and ruin her impending orgasm. Skilfully, he quickens his pace. "Oh God, I'm so crazy for you." He whispers. She was so wet and sensitive. He grabbed her breast and she shuddered then he lowers his other hand and rubbed her clit. He gave it a flick with his thumb and Leila cringed, then he pressed and tugged on it, softly and roughly stimulating her most sensitive area. She was so close to coming. He pressed his thumb to her clit one last time and his fingers thrusts in as deep as they could go. Leila’s orgasm was intense, spurting and squirting with fluids as she pants. Her body shudders very hard and the daze expression she wore allured Dale more and more. Dale wrapped his arms around his waist, “Look at yourself…you’re being dirty again… tsk, tsk, tsk, I have to clean you up again…” he whispers, gripping Leila’s jaw to make herself look at the mirror. She was so horny. Her pussy was drenched and the facial expression she had as she pants loudly and as her orgasm subsides was lascivious. She was flustered yet lewdly, she grabs for his face with her hands and pulls his head to kiss him again.

  It was smutty. “Daddy… I want you.” She whispers with a naughty smile and she sees his throat bobbing.

  &&&

  Both hands on the mirror, Leila’s face facing her own flushed expression and the lecherous sight of the position that made her shiver. Dale was behind her, rubbing and grinding his big hard cock against the entrance of her wet vagina. She squirms. She needed him and ached for him. His strong hands gripped onto her delicate waist and he spanked her ass, hard.

  “Ahn!”Leila shrieks.

  “Stay still or I won’t give you more.” He commands, playing her unfairly that she quivers, keeping her movements to a minimum.

  “Don’t tease me like that daddy…”

  Dale smirked.

  Smoothly, he pushed his cock as far into her wet warm pussy. His cock drives deeper as far as he could and he stopped moving. Only their heavy breaths filled the bathroom. Leila felt impatient and so she started moving whatever little she could.

  "Don't move," He suddenly growled.

  The authority in his voice sends shivers down her spine. Leila exhaled as he traces his cold fingers down her silky soft back. Gently, he leaned on her and softly bit down on her shoulder. She flinched and he gives her a smack on her ass. “What did I told you?” he asks.

  “Don’t move.”

  Smack! She moaned loud. The fact that he was her stepdad and her mother’s beloved was long forgotten.

  “That’s a good girl now.”

  Consequently, Dale finally started moving his cock, slowly in and out of her pussy. Leila’s arms and legs shakes in pleasure and frustration. She wanted more. The slow pace that he kept was infuriating. He was testing her limits unlike the way he had thrilled her like always.

  "Daddy..please just…" She whispers. She needed more of his hard rules

  "Please, what?" his voice was husky and deep as he kept the slow pace going. He turned on the shower’s knob and the cold water starts to po
ur down their naked bodies. Leila whimpers, her sensitivity heightens with the cold droplets and with Dale’s cock. Her pussy tightens around his firm dick.

  “Why did you lie again?” Dale teases, keeping it slow as he enjoys her reactions.

  “I don’t know!”

  Dale grabbed her by the hair and her head tugged up while his other hand grasped for her hips. “I’m stopping…” Dale sluggishly withdraws his cock and Leila was forced to say the words, “I want you all to myself!” She screams, shutting her eyes and avoiding looking at her reddened face and Dale’s expression.

  Out of the blue, Dales hands grips her hips sturdily to steady his self as he pushed his cock even further into her, kissing her womb and retreated immediately, only to thrust right back in. Leila screams, her moans following afterwards as the sound of their flesh hitting together echoed. He slammed and pounded on her flesh. The heat and deep pleasure of having someone inside her stirred her up. Each trust that Dale pounded into her pussy sent her a tingling jolt through her belly. It caused her toes to curl and her entire pelvis to contract, grasping his whole cock harder each time.

  Her pussy throbbed and the sensation of pleasure keeps her moving, following Dale’s skilled movement as their body synchronized with the hard fucking. She was getting close to her third orgasm. Her body was sensing all the desire and she could both feel and hear that Dale was close as well. The feel of his hands on her hips and his grip as it tightens makes her sure that it would leave bruise, nevertheless she was yearning for more. His gruff moan was louder.

  "Dale!" Leila screamed as she was thrown over the edge, the severe tingling sensation shoots through her entire body. "Oh fuck me Daddy!"

  "Arghh, yes baby!" Dale pounded himself one last time and his hot semen covered her baby girl’s insides, over pouring and warming her up.

  “Fuck!”

  Leila loses the strength in her legs and she becomes brittle, slowly falling when Dale catch her. He grabbed her around her waist and helped her up. His big and rough hands gently hold her, caressing her skin. Leila quivers, still moaning when she felt that his cock was still hard and still inside of her. Her insides pulsated around his hard cock. Leila twisted around to look up at Dale’s gray eyes and she smiled sadly,

  “I’m selfish, aren’t I? I don’t want to share you with my mother.”

  Lovingly, Dale kissed her deeply and he pulls away softly, “Your mother and I are together because of business. Our marriage is exclusively about business. You are everything that I want.” He cupped my face in his hands, licking away the soft tears. "I've had my eyes on you for the past four years. Always."

  Overwhelming joy and pleasure hits on Leila as Dale’s passionate words echoes in her mind. She could feel his cock twitch inside of her and she enjoyed it but it was immediately interrupted by a knock on the bathroom.

  “Leila! Is that you? Do you know where your father has gone to? I couldn’t find him anywhere.” Katrina’s voice calls from the other side of the door.

  Leila’s throat run dry, the anxiety eats her up but when her eyes gazed at Dale, glancing at his body that was lean with muscles, she was in awe, seeing the thirty-three years old brimming with confidence.

  “I don’t know mom. Maybe he’s outside.” Leila answered, feeling the extreme desire to own Dale.

  “Okay then.” Katrina responded and her footsteps echoed, getting far away from the vicinity.

  “Do you want this to stop?” Dale asks seriously, his voice strained as he embraced her soft body.

  Leila kissed his cheeks and smirked, “Never.”

  The last word was uttered and the only noises that came out after were moans, screams, groans and flesh hitting together.

  STORY ELEVEN

  Chapter 1

  I put off the physical I needed for my study abroad program longer than I should have, so when it came time to make an appointment, I had to see a doctor I didn't know. My family doctor was on vacation, and the only doctor at the office was a man that I'd always noticed leering at me when I came in for a check-up.

  I can't say I blamed him entirely; I was a tennis player and my eighteen-year-old body was muscled and lithe, but long-limbed and graceful. My D-cup breasts were occasionally a hindrance to my running, but I'd learned how to conceal them in high-end sports bras. However, when I wasn't running, I didn't much care for covering them up. I was a big fan of my cleavage, so I showed off my tits whenever possible.

  Today was no exception. I had a date later, so I had shown up at the doctors in my “going out” outfit: a deep red tank top, short khaki shorts, and sandals. My underwear matched the tank top, just in case things went really well on the date. I never liked to be caught unprepared.

  I could see a nurse behind the reception desk, eying me suspiciously. I tried not to make eye contact; I wasn't really in a rush to go back and I could see her pulling my filing from a stack on the desk. I couldn't help but fiddle anxiously on the couch, as I waited for someone to come and collect me from the waiting room. The nurse rolled her eyes at me, before dropping my file on the desk, picking up her purse, and leaving through the back exit.

  Well, that's weird, I thought.

  The waiting room was totally empty, and I didn't hear so much as a sound from anywhere else in the building. It was a ghost town, and I was the only one still lingering. Part of me wanted to run, but I really needed this physical or the school would never let me go on the trip.

  After what felt like hours of uncomfortable fidgeting, the leering doctor poked his head out of the exam room and gestured for me to come in.

  “Maria Morgan? This way.”

  I raised a cautious eyebrow.

  Didn't nurses usually start the exam? Was there really no one else around?

  I walked into the exam room with a bit of apprehension. "Have a seat," the doctor said, pointing to the chair next to the exam table. I don't know how I hadn't noticed it before, but this doctor was hot. He was probably in his mid-40s, but you wouldn't have guessed it unless you noticed the flecks of grey hair among the black at his temples. A pair of wide-rimmed glasses only amplified his bright green eyes, and his dimples gave him a boyish look of mischief.

  I felt my heart race in a way I wasn't used to, especially around a man that age. What was it about him that made me want to rip off my clothes and jump him right then and there?

  "Hello, Miss Morgan. My name is Dr. Marcos. What can I help you with today?" When he shook my hand, his finger brushed across my wrist and sent a shot of electricity through me.

  "Well, I'm going on a study abroad trip to Spain and I need a physical to be approved for the trip. So I need you... to... examine me,” I whispered nervously. Why did he make me so nervous?

  "An exam, hmm? When was your last physical, Miss Morgan,” he said. There was a seductive rasp to his voice that made my blood run hot.

  "Before I came to college, but that was two years ago. And please, call me Maria.”

  "Maria it is, then. Are you you feeling okay? Any problems I should know about? You look to be in peak physical condition, I have to say...” Dr. Marcos said, looking me over.

  "I think I'm fine, I mean, as far as I know. But, I guess that's your job, right?" I couldn't even look into his eyes. They were so green, it was distracting.

  "We should probably go ahead and do a full-body physical, just to test everything and make sure you feel as good as you look." He set about taking out instruments, and pulled down a sheet of paper on to the exam table. "Go ahead and disrobe, and we'll set about getting you checked out.”

  I took off my tank top and shorts, and set them on the chair, then kicked off my sandals. But as I stood there in my red lace bra and matching panties, I didn't know if I should go the rest of the way...

  “Underwear too?” I asked with a hint of apprehension.

  Absentmindedly, Dr. Marcos answered over his shoulder, “Mmmhmm.”

  I anxiously took off my underwear, then lay down on the exam table. I began counting c
eiling tiles, as the doctor clicked and clacked his instruments around by the sink. What is he going to do with those?

  Dr. Marcos made his way over to me and stood next to the exam table. I could feel him taking in every inch of my body with his eyes.

  "There are several tests I'm going to perform, Maria, to make sure you're physically up to the challenge of long-distance travel. First, I'm going to look in your eyes.”

  He leaned over me with a small penlight, his arms brushing against my breasts, and sending a shiver through my body.

  “Your eyes are bright, and beautiful, I must say. I don't see any abnormalities. Can you open your mouth for me now?"

  I nodded and opened my mouth. He drifted over top of me, his face so close, I could have leaned up and kissed him.

  Why did I just think that?

  “No abnormalities in the throat either. Everything looks nice," he whispered as he examined my mouth.

  “I'd like to perform a breast exam. I'll be taking my gloves off so I can feel any abnormalities, should there be any. But at your age, and in your physical condition, I highly doubt it's an issue. Are you ready, Maria?"

  I shook my head that I understood, but really, I wasn't sure what was going on. I didn't have time to think about it though, because all at once, he placed his large, strong hands on my breasts, squeezing them and kneading them with a firm but gentle touch. He looked deep into my eyes, his serious eyebrows raised as if he was about to start something...

  "I think I'd like to see how your breasts taste next, just for scientific purposes, of course," he whispered as his lips touched down on my left breast. His warm mouth latched on to my breast, creating a stream of electricity that coursed through my entire body.