EROTICA: MAKING HIM HARD, THE ALPHA LOVES THE BRAT

by Allysa Mkermo

  My answer makes him laugh. I can hear the edge of nervousness, but his eyes are smoldering, roaming me with animal intent. “You’re Coach Hartford’s wife,” as if I needed the reminder, “why would you fuck me?”

  I shrug, toying with the light fabric of his shirt. My fingers slip down to the hem, which is dangerously close to the stiffening bulge in his sweat pants. “Maybe I’m tired of fucking the losing team,” I lie, but he’s so distracted he doesn’t notice. “Maybe I need the cock of a winner inside me…” I take a step closer, rubbing along his body. I feel his dick twitch against my stomach and a lusty grin flutters across my red lips. “You’re a winner, aren’t you Johnny?”

  He doesn’t answer me with words, he grabs the sides of my face, thrusting my head back and kissing me hard. His tongue probes my lips, forcing them apart so that he can caress the moist interior of my mouth. Heat blossoms in my crotch, warming to life a flood of wetness. In seconds my panties are soaked and I’m grinding against his magnificent body, every part of me charged and ready for a long night of endless fucking.

  Pulling from his mouth I slide down to my knees, letting my tits run down the length of him. He watches with satisfaction as I tug down his pants, revealing the throbbing hard on. I take hold of the base, then slowly start to trace the pulsing veins with my tongue, swiping away drops of precum whenever they appear. Using just my lips, I nip at the underside of his tip and I’m rewarded with a shivering groan as his hand grabs the back of my head.

  “Don’t be a tease,” he growls, the gruffness of his voice making my pussy gush.

  I flash him a brief grin, then slowly suck his dick into my mouth. The portion of his shaft I can’t get in, I hold in my fist and start a steady rhythm of sucking and jerking. Occasionally my tongue slips over the head, giving me a taste of the thick, salty cum. His fingers are in my hair, twisting through the locks, massaging my scalp while he sighs and groans above me.

  With my free hand I cup his balls, tenderly squeezing and stroking his clean shaven sack. I can feel them tightening and know he’s getting close to blowing a load down my throat. Just as I’m about to pull him out, the hotel door swings open and I freeze. I try to back away, to stand up, but Johnny doesn’t relinquish his grip, he doesn’t even let me spit out his cock. I’m left kneeling there, eyes wide, trying to see who just entered, my mouth stuffed with NSC’s star player’s meaty dick.

  “Holy shit,” a male voice exclaims, “is that Camila Hartford?!”

  “Brad, Ryan,” Johnny greets them, I can hear the smirk in his tone. “It sure is, Coach Hartford’s slutty trophy wife wants to fuck a winner…”

  “Does she now?” A third man purrs. I hear the door close. “Tonight’s her lucky night then, she can fuck three winners.”

  I try to protest, but Johnny only holds me tighter. This was not part of the deal, this wasn’t supposed to happen! After another moment of struggling, he finally slid himself out of me, allowing me to talk, but not to stand up. “I can’t fuck all three of you,” I tell them, hoping they will see reason.

  “Actually,” I recognize this one as Ryan, number 23. “I don’t see where you have a choice. Either you let us fuck you, too or we’ll leave here and go tell your husband you’re cheating on him.”

  It takes all of my willpower not to call him on that bluff. The only reason I don’t isn’t because I’m afraid of getting caught cheating, but because I’m afraid Kevin will get caught cheating. If anyone found out he sent me here it would be detrimental to his career. He’d never forgive me. I’d never forgive myself!

  Chapter 2

  “You’re blackmailing me…” I pout, doing my best to look on the verge of tears.

  “Come on,” Brad, number 56, chimes in, “a slutty bitch like you must be aching to get gang banged.”

  That settles it. They seal and lock the door, stripping out of their sweat pants and t-shirts as they approach. Johnny lifts me up off the floor by my hair and I gasp at the throb of pain. “Hey, I’m not a piece of meat,” I glower at him, but all he does is drag me over to the bed and push me down on it.

  In seconds they’re all on top of me, hands groping, mouths tasting. The front of my strapless dress is pulled down, freeing my large tits. A pair of hands come around from behind me, gripping my nipples roughly between thumb and finger. I whimper at the callous pinching, but it turns into a sigh when I feel fingers probe between my wet labia.

  “Damn bitch,” Johnny mutters, wiggling two fingers into my slippery hole. “No panties and your cunt is already soaked.”

  He pushes up my dress, spreading my thighs further apart so that he can lean in and glide his tongue over my bare folds. I shiver and moan, opening my mouth to tell him not to tease, but the second I do a wide, bulging cock is pressed to my lips. Without hesitation I start to suck and lick it, my mind keenly aware of the hot tongue lapping at my clit, the fingers poking back and forth into me and the pair of hands twisting and tugging my hard nipples. I lean back against Brad, relaxing considerably the more they touch and man-handle me. Kevin is never so rough, but I find I like this anyway.

  I can feel myself getting close to cumming, my body starts to tense, my moans coming more swiftly. I’m right on the edge when Johnny nips my clit, sliding his sticky hand away. My yelp is stifled by Ryan’s cock and despite enjoying the little shiver of pain, my orgasm is rudely interrupted.

  “You cum when we say,” Brad whispers hotly in my ear, squeezing my tits so hard I fear they may burst. “You got that, slut? You’re our little meat puppet, we own you.”

  To punctuate the words Johnny slaps the inside of my thigh, the percussive sound filling the room and making me jump. The stinging warmth makes me shudder visibly, prompting Johnny to deliver an ever harder swat to my other leg. I yelp around Ryan again, who has been holding my face and pumping in and out of my mouth. I’ve been too distracted to be of much use.

  They start to work on me again. Johnny returning to eating my pussy, Brad abusing my increasingly sore nipples. I start to whimper as I get close to cumming again, hoping they’ll let me this time, but they stop as I’m about to explode and punish me as they did before. Thoroughly frustrated, I squirm, trying to spit Ryan out. Much to my surprise he actually lets me go, but I realize a second later that it had nothing to do with my defiance.

  Brad and Johnny reposition me, while Ryan hovers nearby, slowly stroking his hard on as he watches me being adjusted like meat on a plate. Once I’m half on my side, laying the wrong way on the bed, with my head nearly falling off one edge, the three of them descend on me again.

  Ryan moves behind me, kneeling next to my ass. He lifts up my leg, propping it against his shoulder and moves just a little closer. I can feel his wide, solid cock rubbing against my ass cheek. In front of me, Brad kneels opposite him. He swirls the head of his dick around my clit, making me shiver and moan. I feel Johnny grab fistfuls of my hair, twisting my head around to an awkward angle so he can push his stunning rod into my mouth.

  My brain catches up to what’s about to happen a second too late. Ryan grabs something from behind him. I hear a lid snap open and something squirt out, then Ryan gasped. I try to adjust, to see what’s going on, but with the way Johnny is holding my head, I can’t see anything! Something wet and cool is rubbed against my anus, startling me, making me jump. Ryan massages the hole, dipping a lubricated finger inside and wiggling it around. When he’s satisfied, he wipes his moist hand off on the outside of my thigh and then I feel his cock push against my asshole.

  He’s not at all gentle as he buries himself balls deep in my rectum. The jolt of pain and strange pleasure wracks my body, causing me to scream into the cock that’s mouth fucking me. I only get a second or two to recover, before Ryan is pulling nearly all the way out and then shoving back inside. After a few more times I start to relax, to let it happen, to even enjoy the sensation. It’s not the first time I’ve had my ass pounded, not that I would ever tell my husband that.

  Watching me get my ass
and mouth filled with cock, Brad takes a few more moments to revel in the sight before ramming his cock into my pussy. He groans, “For a slut, her pussy is surprisingly tight!” I can just imagine the other two smirk.

  It’s a mental picture that swiftly disappears as I realize I’m being triple stuffed. Every hole filled with hard, athletic wood. My mind feels numb, but every inch of my body is tingling with fire. Someone grabs at my nipples again, alternating between them as my pussy, ass and face are being roughly fucked. I reach out to touch one of them, wanting to grope and caress them in turn, but my hand is swatted away.

  “Just lay there like a good bitch,” one of them pants, I’m so lost in the overwhelming stimulus that I can’t distinguish their voices anymore. “Lay there like a good meat puppet, while we fill you up.”

  Eyes rolling back into my head, I give up and grip the comforter instead. My whole body is quivering and shaking, caught somewhere between incredible pleasure and unbearable discomfort. I like being used, I like being called a slut and having my body violated by three gorgeous cocks at once. I like the aching pain as they all plow into me without an ounce of gentleness. Just fucking and using and taking… My orgasm starts to build again, hotter and fiercer than before. I need to cum, I need it so badly!

  Before any of them can stop me my body erupts. My pussy clenches around Brad’s cock, my asshole tightening on Ryan. I moan, the sound vibrating Johnny’s dick, making it twitch as he pumps it in and out of my throat.

  “Did you just cum, whore?” Ryan slaps my ass cheek hard, once, then twice, then a third time. “You naughty bitch, we didn’t give you permission!” He rams me extra hard, but all it does is heighten my orgasm. I whimper and shiver, soaking up the callous treatment.

  My pussy is still twitching when they all stop and take their cocks away. I groan, hoarsely pleading with them to come back, to keep stuffing my holes, which were all empty and aching for more.

  “Don’t worry, bitch,” Brad grabs my swollen clit and squeezes it, “we’re not done fucking your tight little body. First we have to punish you.”

  I don’t get a chance to contemplate what that might mean. Johnny rolls me onto my belly and I instinctively raise my hips up, inviting someone, anyone to fill me with more hot dick. Ryan, grabs my feet, stretching me out so that I’m lying flat across the bed. I squirm, my pussy aching with hunger. What the hell are they doing?

  I figure that out in the next instant. Something hard, made of leather, slaps across both my ass cheeks with a harsh crack. I cry out, the stinging pain taking me completely by surprise. Another lash, this one harder, has me trying to wiggle free. The third makes me struggle even more. I know I’m going to have bruises where Johnny and Ryan are holding me down, but I’m more concerned with the painful spanking!

  “Stop!” I plead, tears brimming in my eyes. “Ah, stop, please!” Brad does not.

  “Naughty whores get spanked,” Johnny growls, I can feel his hot breath on my ear. “Were you a naughty whore?”

  I yelp as I’m given another rough stroke. “Yes!” I gasp, my lips trembling. My ass is on fire and yet despite the scalding pain, my cunt is wetter than ever! “I was a very,” I scream again, “a very naughty whore! Please stop!”

  “What did you do that was naughty, little slut?”

  Trying to tilt my head up, hoping to garner some sympathy, I’m unable to raise my face enough to make eye contact. “I,” another lash makes me cry out, “I came without permission!”

  Brad delivers the hardest slap yet, but mercifully pauses, giving my raw ass cheeks a reprieve.

  “And are you sorry, little slut?” Johnny bites my ear.

  Whimpering softly, I say in a very pathetic voice, “yes, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

  “Good girl,” he slides his tongue down to my lobe, “don’t make us have to spank you again. Be a good little whore and do as you’re told.”

  I nod. “Yes,” I gasp, not wanting a repeat of the blistering punishment. “I’ll be a good whore.”

  They release me and I immediately start to sit up, just in time to see Brad discard the belt. My ass is still burning, but I bite my lip to keep myself from saying something that will get me punished again.

  “Not so fast,” Ryan is on top of me, pushing me back down against the mattress. His hand slides between us and he grabs one of my very tender cheeks, squeezing until my discomforted gasps turn into a whimper of pain. He spreads the flesh apart and I can feel him push his still rock hard wood against my sore anus.

  “Beg me to fuck your ass,” he demands, pressing the tip inside. There’s no lube this time, thankfully my asshole is still wet and sticky from before.

  Excitement squirms in my belly and I begin to shamelessly beg. I even try to raise my hips up, urging him to take me again. While I’m pleading and squirming, Brad joins Johnny in front of me and starts to stroke hair out of my face. Ryan feigns pulling his cock away and I whimper in protest. I hear him chuckle and then he rams himself all the way into my rectum.

  Finally I’m being stretched again and I cry out in pleasure! “Yes, fuck me! Fuck my tight ass!”

  Ryan complies, grinding his throbbing cock roughly into my asshole. In front of me, Brad grips my hair, tugging my head back so I’m forced to sit up onto my elbows to accommodate the position. My back is arched awkwardly, my ass drilling into the mattress, while the two smoking hot athletes take turns stuffing their dicks into my mouth.

  Grunting and moaning, I focus on giving Brad and Johnny the best blow job they’ve ever had. I hold a cock in each hand, alternating from one to the other. Dragging my tongue along the underside of Brad’s throbbing meat and then sucking the precum from Johnny’s. All the while my fists pump along their thick, meaty shafts.

  I can feel Ryan’s balls slapping and rubbing against my pussy lips as he continues thrusting into my rectum. I suspect he’s getting close when I hear him growling and panting. At the last second he yanks his cock out and sprays a flurry of creamy jizz across my ass and lower back. I can feel the hot globs land on my still tender cheeks, the wetness soothing the reddened skin. When he’s finished he uses the hem of my dress, still pushed up over my hips, to wipe his dick clean. Then he collapses on the bed next to me, breathing hard.

  Chapter 3

  Johnny takes the opportunity to move behind me, leaving Brad alone to get the full benefit of my eager mouth. I feel him draw my hips up and I adjust so that my knees are beneath me, my ass fully in the air and my pussy exposed to the star player of NSC’s football team. He spreads my ass cheeks and gives a low whistle as he examines what Ryan did to my anus. “Your little asshole got fucked good, didn’t it slut?”

  Brad slides out of my throat so that I can answer. “Yes, Johnny.”

  “You like being fucked hard, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Johnny,” I moan, wiggling my hips.

  He slips a finger between my labia and chuckles. I lean back into his hand, frustrated that the touch is so fleeting. “Your pussy’s still soaking wet, little whore,” he flicks a finger over my clit. “If pounding your ass gets you so horned up, I can’t imagine what fucking your slutty cunt will do…” He muses.

  “Fuck me,” I whimper, “and find out.”

  “How ‘bout we do one better,” Brad chimes in.

  I watch him move around to my side. He must motion to Johnny, for he releases me, allowing Brad to get underneath me. He lowers my hips down on his thick cock and I moan, shivering with appreciation, sliding all the way down to the base. “Let’s give this pussy what it really wants,” he growls, reaching around my waist to grab and spread my ass.

  Johnny closes in behind me again. I hear the bottle of lube open and close, the wet squelch as he smears it over his cock. I twist my head back, trying to get a look at what he’s doing, but I can only see him kneeling on the bed. Is he going for my ass, too? My poor rectum has already been stretched and pummeled by Ryan, but I’m eager to have more cock inside me. I won’t complain.

  M
uch to my surprise, I feel a second cock pushing at my pussy. “Oh God,” I gasp as the head of Johnny’s dick starts to join Brad’s in my cunt. “Oh fuck! Oh, oh my pussy!” I have never been strained so far in my entire life. My sex feels as though it’s about to burst as the two rods set a fast rhythm, pumping like pistons into my overly filled pussy. Brad sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as he nibbles and licks at it. He rolls and twists the other in between his thumb and finger, not being the least bit gentle.

  I’m practically screaming as they pound me. My mind is wiped clean of everything that isn’t this moment. All I know are the sharp lances of pleasure radiating through my double penetrated pussy. I also know that I need to cum again. “Please,” I cry, my fingers gripping the comforter so tightly that my knuckles are white, “please let me cum!”

  Brad groans, releasing the tit he was devouring. “Like having your slutty cunt filled with two cocks, don’t you, little whore?” The hand still on my ass cheek squeezes it, causing the red hot flesh to scream and me to let out a strangled moan.

  “Yes,” it was the absolute truth, “yes, oh please fuck me! Please let me cum!”

  “Ask nicely, whore,” Brad grunts, thrusting hard up into me.

  I comply, whimpering and pleading as my stretched out hole begins to ache with sheer need. “I’ll be good, I’ll be so good, please let me cum on your cocks!”

  Johnny reaches between us, his finger swirling over and around my stiff clit. I shudder, curling my toes as I fight to hold back. I don’t stop begging. I’m whining now, shameless, thinking only of how badly I need the release. “What do you think, guys? Should we let the bitch cum?”

  They took too long to discuss it. I knew they were teasing me, making me wait to see if I would disobey them again. There was nothing I could do about it. I didn’t want to be spanked again! Biting my lip until I could taste blood, I held my orgasm back.

  Finally Ryan shifts close to me, running his fingers through my tangled hair. “Scream, ‘Go NSC’ for us,” he whispers, tugging my head back so that he can lean in and bite at my unprotected neck.