EROTICA: MAKING HIM HARD, THE ALPHA LOVES THE BRAT
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“What…? Don’t!” I bit down hard on my lip, distracted by Dr. Truitt’s continual finger-fucking. His finger firmly massaged the spongy g-spot on the inside of my vagina.
“Shh, just relax,” Dr. Preston said, slowly inserting one finger into the tight ring of muscle that my husband had never touched.
“Oh my God…fuck!” I whimpered.
“You’ve never been taken this way, have you?” Dr. Preston asked. I moaned an inaudible response. “I said, have you?” he repeated.
“No,” I breathed.
“Good girl.”
The pressure of Dr. Preston’s forefinger in my ass and Dr. Truitt’s nimble fingers pumping in and out of my cunt faster and faster was too much to take. But the discomfort of feeling too full soon became pleasure. I arched my back, and my hard nipples slid against the paper of the exam table, adding to the unbelievable sensations wreaking havoc on my body.
“This should help.” Dr. Truitt then removed his fingers, slick with my juices, and used them to stroke my clit. My hips rocked back and forth, begging for more. Truitt increased the speed of the strokes, then suddenly plunged three fingers inside my pussy while at the same time flicking my throbbing clit with the pad of his thumb.
Simultaneously, Dr. Preston’s finger probed deeper into my ass, stretching me. He slowly pumped in and out with his right hand, and with his left hand, he reached around between me and the table and pinched my left nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. The sheer, electric pleasure was exquisite, and my thighs quivered. I breathed harder, faster, trying my damndest not to scream as the first shockwaves of orgasm hit. I pressed my mouth against the table, screaming into the paper-covered cushion. The thrill of pleasure in my nipples, ass, and cunt came together and exploded through my entire body. When the clenching of my pussy muscles finally subsided, I was a trembling, dripping mess.
A hand gripped the back of my neck. I did not even know whose it was, nor did I care. The hand pulled me up off the table, and I saw Dr. Preston. He lifted my limp, exhausted torso and sat on the edge of the exam table in front of me. I rested my head on his shoulder, and he played with my hair. The soothing strokes of his fingertips felt so good and relaxing, and a shiver went down my spine.
I felt Dr. Truitt’s hands grip my shoulders. He lifted me up so that my back was pressed against his chest. He wrapped his arm around my neck and spoke in a raspy, low voice, his lips pressed to my ear. “You think you are depressed? You may need to see a shrink for that, because we aren’t the kind of doctors who can give you psychotherapy. But Soph, you are young, you are married, and you are bored out of your mind.” His fingers splayed across my neck, and he squeezed just a bit, choking me lightly. My heart sped up, and I thrilled at his rough touch. With his other hand, he slid my dress down my body, and it dropped to the floor. “You are with a man who hasn’t been satisfying you…I can tell by the way you get sopping wet with merely a touch. We may not be psychologists, but we can certainly get you out of your miserable boredom. You just need a bit of adventure, I think.”
Dr. Truitt kissed my neck, just above my collar bone. Then he sucked, and finally bit down. Hard. At the same time, I watched Dr. Preston sitting in front of me. He lowered his zipper and pushed his slacks and underwear down. His thick cock sprung forward, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
With Dr. Truitt behind me and Dr. Preston right in front of me on the table, I felt trapped. It was a lovely, exhilarating feeling. One I didn’t want to end. Truitt’s hand tightened around my throat, and with his other hand he fondled my breasts as Dr. Preston stroked his cock slowly, looking me up and down. I took in the sights and sensations that seemed so surreal. I couldn’t believe what was happening, and I trembled at the thought of what would happen next. I noticed Dr. Preston look over my shoulder at Dr. Truitt and nod. Truitt placed a hand on my back and suddenly shoved me forward, and Preston grabbed the back of my head, pushing my mouth onto his cock. His long, thick instrument filled my mouth, and he continued to push me farther and farther down until I gagged. He did not let my head go, however. I chocked on his member as he thrust into the back of my mouth.
“Suck,” Dr. Preston commanded. He lightened the pressure on the back of my head, grasping a handful of my brown curls and bobbing me up and down. His aggression both scared and thrilled me. As wrong as it felt to let myself be used in such a way, I loved it. “You’re a fucking slutty bitch aren’t you?” Preston said, as though reading my own thoughts.
As I got into a rhythm, sucking on his smooth cock and enjoying the sounds of his grunts as his breathing quickened, I felt Dr. Truitt’s hands gliding along my back. They went lower, and lower still, until the fingers on each of his hands hooked into the sides of my thong. He lowered it, and the tiny garment dropped to my ankles. I stepped out of it as Dr. Truitt pushed his knee in between my thighs. I stopped bobbing for a moment. My mouth still full of Preston’s thick cock, I looked down to see Dr. Truitt’s shiny leather shoe between my high heels. He kicked gently at each of my feet, spreading them farther apart. I heard Truitt unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly.
I stayed still for a moment, Preston’s fingers gripping my hair even tighter. In one, quick motion, Dr. Truitt plunged inside me, stretching my cunt and filling me with his heavy, throbbing shaft. “Sophia…fuck!” he gasped.
I moaned with my mouth around Dr. Preston’s dick, the vibrations of my lips causing him to moan in return. I came up for breath. “Dr. Truitt…oh…God…” I gasped as he pounded me hard from behind.
“Don’t stop,” Preston whispered. I met his crystal-blue gaze, his eyes shining with desire behind his glasses. “You. You are fucking gorgeous, you little slut.” With that, Dr. Preston shoved me down on his cock till the tip hit the back of my throat. Dr. Truitt let out an animalistic grunt and pumped hard and deep, his fingers digging into my hips. He took my wrists in his hands and held them behind me, and I moaned again. His strength was such a turn-on. I was a willing prisoner, trapped between the two men as they filled me.
I felt Dr. Preston’s cock twitch in my mouth. “Not yet,” he grunted.
He tightened his grip on my hair and pulled me off him. I gasped for breath as Dr. Preston gripped my shoulders and raised me up to his eye level. Dr. Truitt pulled out slowly. I whimpered at the empty feeling at my core.
“We’re going to take you,” Dr. Preston said softly in my ear, “like the beautiful little slut that you are.”
Suddenly, I was turned around. The white, sterile walls were a blur as multiple hands were on my body, spinning me so that I faced Truitt. I looked first into his hungry eyes, then down to see his long, slick cock hanging out of his open pants, throbbing and almost angry-looking with its swollen hardness. “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you,” he said.
With that, Dr. Truitt placed his hand under my knee and lifted my leg so that he could enter me from the front. All three of us were standing now, and I leaned against Dr. Preston’s frame for leverage as Truitt guided his hard cock past the lips of my throbbing, hot pussy. We were eye to eye as he fucked his way into my soul.
Dr. Preston’s hands massaged my neck from behind. “I know you’ve never been taken this way,” he whispered in my ear. His fingers probed between my ass cheeks. Dr. Truitt stilled his movements as I felt Preston’s hands on my ass. With my leg hooked over Truitt’s elbow, Dr. Preston was easily able to spread my ass cheeks, making my hole available to him. The hard tip of his cock, drenched in my saliva, pressed at the sensitive ring of my anus. Slowly Preston continued to enter me, and I cried out in ecstasy at the pain I felt.
Truitt clamped his hand over my mouth, muffling my scream. Although it hurt like a bitch, the burning pain wasn’t too much to handle. It thrilled me and only seemed to enhance the intense pleasure building in my core. Preston pushed deeper into me, testing the waters. I let out a muffled cry into Truitt’s hand with each inch that Preston gained. When he’d entered me as deeply as he could possibly go, he stilled.
They began to pull out excruciatingly slowly, both their cocks coming out to the tip of the head before pushing back in and filling me again. Again and again they pumped me in agonizing slow motion. I stared into Dr. Truitt’s eyes, my brows lifting at the glorious sensations I had never known. He slowly removed his hand from my mouth, and I quietly gasped, my mouth forming an “O” of unbridled pleasure.
As they both continued to move in and out of me in a syncopated rhythm, I felt Dr. Preston’s mouth on my neck. He kissed the soft flesh just above my collar bone gently at first, then he sucked hard on my skin. I gasped as I felt his teeth biting into me, and I let out a moan of pleasure.
“You like a bit of pain, don’t you?” He paused his nibbling to ask me. “Say it. Tell me you like it.”
“God…yes. Please…” I murmured. “Please don’t stop!”
Dr. Preston reached both hands around me and took each of my erect nipples in his fingers, pinching down hard enough to send a jolt of electricity to my core as he sucked and bit into my neck. I was going to be marked up, and I didn’t give a fuck.
They increased the speed and intensity of their thrusts. As Preston rolled my nipples in his fingers and sucked my neck and fucked my ass, Truitt’s eyes darkened, and I saw the hint of a devious grin lifting the corner of his lips. “You…” he gasped as he thrusted. “I’ve been waiting to do this to you for a long time.” With that, Truitt fucked me so deep and so hard, I cried out in surprise. I was lifted off the ground, impaled by his cock. He placed two fingers into my mouth and I sucked on them. Then he reached between us and played with the swollen bud of my clit, giving it hard, fast strokes up and down. Both men fondled me everywhere and fucked me harder and faster, to the point where I didn’t know where my body ended and theirs began. All of our breathing increased, and the tension in my core wound tighter and tighter.
Dr. Preston was the first to cry out. I felt his every muscle tense, and his rigid member become even harder inside me before a burst of hot liquid filled me in a place I had never been filled. The hot slickness of his seed continued to spurt, and I gasped at the sensation.
Dr. Truitt kept fucking me, pumping me three more times while pinching down on my clit. With an all-consuming shudder, the climax came, and I screamed loudly in sheer ecstasy. The coil inside me burst outward in a hundred thousand waves of excruciating pleasure.
As Dr. Truitt swelled and stiffened inside me, he crushed his lips over mine to drown out my loud moans. We both groaned as his tongue played with mine, and I could feel his white-hot seed filling me in front. His slick, wet semen seemed to pour endlessly, and the feel of it spurting against the walls of my pussy made my waves of orgasm stretch even longer. The lips of my cunt contracted over and over again as the warm seed of both men filled me to the brim before starting to dribble out, down my cunt and ass and onto my inner thighs. They both had so, so much.
The three of us stayed like that for an unknown amount of time, clinging tightly. When the overwhelming waves of climax finally started to ebb, both men slowly pulled out. The muscles of my abdomen and legs trembled so badly that I feel forward. Dr. Truitt caught me, holding my head against his toned, hard chest, petting my hair as I slowly managed to come back to reality. Truitt fell into the patient’s chair, and I went with him. He cradled me in his lap, kissing my hair and lips.
Dr. Preston shakily stood, zipped and buckled his pants. Then he was there with us, kneeling his tall frame on the floor by the chair and wrapping his arms around me. We were again in a sweet tangle of limbs as we came down off the high of our passionate lust.
I loved the feel of the two men’s arms wrapped around me, and I didn’t want it to end.
“We shall have to start sterilizing the room at some point,” Dr. Preston said.
“Just a few more moments,” Dr. Truitt replied. He looked deeply into my eyes, and I got lost in their warm, chocolate depths. “You,” he told me, placing his hand on my cheek, “cannot let yourself get lost in the day-to-day emptiness that can drag you down. You, my dear, will need to make a follow-up appointment. Don’t you think, Dr. Preston?”
“In my professional opinion, yes. The sooner the better.”
“See us again in a week,” Truitt said. “Perhaps an evening appointment this time. A private screening at my home office.” My heart thudded at the thought. “You’re sure to need another dose by then.”
He kissed me gently, and I shuddered in pleasure. I couldn’t wait until my next appointment.
STORY FORTY-TWO
Chapter 1
The tavern was a far cry from home and that's just the way I liked it. Lou's was the kind of place where the dregs of Yorkville and the greater Kendall County would come to forget about the shit parts of life for a while. Every night, the usual crew would gather; a hodgepodge of blue collar guys, ranch-hands, lowlifes, and the kind of stuff you get on the bottom of your shoe when you don't watch where you were going. That last part was me. I never liked to think of myself as trashy, but the label had stuck and so I decided to embrace it. Fuck slut-shaming, it was my movie. I approached the bar and took my usual place at the last seat at the row.
The bartender approached me with a blank expression. “What can I get you?”
“Gin and tonic,” I said.
The bartender nodded and prepared my drink. He took a glass, filled it with ice, gin, and tonic water. He handed it back to me. “That’ll be seven fifty.”
“Put it on my tab.” I reached over and took a long pull off my drink.
The bar wasn’t quite as packed that night as it usually was, but that was fine by me. Lou’s, like a lot of bars, had the horrible habit of getting way too loud. The music would blast over the loudspeakers and everyone would shout just so they could be heard. Lou’s would revert to this unfortunate bar custom about once or twice a week, depending if the place was full or not. If it wasn’t, the music would be simply background noise.
My eyes scanned the bar for the usual cast of characters that showed up to Lou’s and indeed most of them where there. Bud and George looked like they were headed over to play a round of pool and I thought about asking if I could play the winner when I saw two people I had never seen before.
They entered the bar with an air of confidence that was foreign to the place, toxic almost. The patrons tried not to stare, but it was obvious that they were sneaking peaks from a distance, not that I could blame them, because I was doing the same thing. From the look of them, I could immediately tell that they were bikers; both were dressed in leather jackets and carrying helmets underneath their arms. In addition to the biker outfits, the both had that tough-guy air about them; a look that said ‘don’t fuck with me or I’ll knock your teeth in.’ One had leather pants and the other wore denim jeans. They both had the look down, although one clearly looked more biker-ish than the other. The biker with the leather pants had a thick brown beard and was quite muscular. Even under the leather jacket, his traps bulged up to the midpoint of his neck. The other looked boyish in comparison, despite the fact he had good amount of stubble peppering his face and neck. The two bikers approached the bar and one of them slapped a hundred-dollar bill on the stained bar-top.
“Get me and my friend here, a couple of PBRs and some shots of Wild Turkey and keep ‘em coming,” the biker with the beard said.
The bartender’s eyes widened at the sight of the c-note. “Sure, whatever you like.” He grabbed two frosty mugs and filled them to the brim with suds. The bartender handed them the mugs and went to work on the shots.
“Johnny,” the biker with the beard said as raised h
is glass to his companion.
“Earl,” the other biker replied, raising his glass.
They clanked glasses and each took a healthy dose of the sudsy beer. At that point the shots had arrived and they repeated the ritual, just this time with whiskey.
It took every fiber of self-control for me not immediately swoon over the two manly men downing the alcohol. They had that look that really turned me on. Inside me the battle raged, Should I talk to them? Or wait for them to talk to me? The question was not an easy one to answer. On the one hand, the tried and true rules of bar etiquette stated that, as a woman, I should wait for them to make the first move. On the other hand, fate sided with the bold. I had seen many women take the initiative to talk-up confident men. This usually ended either in unwelcome awkwardness and a cold shoulder for the rest of the night or delighted surprise and an invitation back home. I chewed over the options carefully. For all I knew, the two men could’ve just wanted to have a kind of guys-night where they got drunk and went home. I took another look at them and decided. Earl and Johnny were true men. In my time, I had been hit on by a lot of boys masquerading as men and with them you could tell right away that they were immature and childish. The two bikers at the bar did not fit that bill. They had that kind of quiet confidence that drove all women crazy, including me. The tough part would be deciding which one to zero in on. I gave them both a long hard look and still couldn’t decide. They were both handsome, albeit in completely different ways. Earl, with his body-builder figure, was an obvious dominator. It was the type of thing you could just sense. He wouldn’t make love to you, he would fuck you. He would fuck you so hard, you wouldn’t be able to remember the last time you had such a good lay. Johnny was a bit more ambiguous. He could be a dominator like Earl or he could be tenderer. My guess was that beneath that tough exterior he had a sensitive side, but that was pure speculation. In the end, I decided to go with Earl, as he was the closest to me. Nothing against Johnny, though. Had he been closer to me, I probably would’ve gone for him.