BBW ROMANCE: Taming my Alpha Dragon (BBW Alpha Male Shape Shifter Romance) (Contemporary Paranormal Science Fiction Fantasy Short Stories)

by Raeden West

  He smacked her ass cheek hard again, leaving her in groaning anticipation.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “You want me to fuck your pussy?”

  “Yes!”

  “No. You don’t tell me what to do. I decide punishments for you.”

  “Please…punish me.”

  He undid the drawstring on his pants and pulled out his rock hard cock, making her do a double take. She clenched her pussy lips together, readying for a tight squeeze.

  But she was assuming too much. Instead of penetrating her wetness, he reached into her pussy walls and grabbed some natural lube. Then he stuck his lubed fingers into her anus prepping her for entry.

  “Ohh! Master!”

  “Shhh. Relax. I’m here with you. It will feel good. I promise.”

  “Uh huh…please…please…fill me up…” she said in a throaty voice, still feeling hot from his anal probe.

  He forced her back down to the desk again and raised her butt high into the air. Her anus was petite, dark black and all spread out for him. The good slave spread her cheeks apart giving her master sensei a good view of everything she had that was his for the taking. Even before he slid his massive cock inside she felt his imminence coming. He was so thick and so long and veiny she groaned just thinking about how he would feel. He finally penetrated her delicate hole and took his time.

  He carefully inserted his long cockhead into her wet anus. He took it slow at first, instructing her to bear down and prepare to take him deep.

  She did as she was told and concentrated on the feeling, flexing her pelvic and anal sphincter muscles letting him come inside deeper.

  “OHhhh God!” she moaned, writhing on the desk and squirming her ass back and forth. Her hungry lover had already pushed more inches of cock into her asshole and was so deep it would be difficult to pull out quickly.

  She controlled her breathing and began rhythmically pushing in and out from her anus and vagina, feeling those orgasmic waves come in.

  “Ohhh fuck!” she said, finally feeling the pangs of orgasm coming over her, as he pussy began spasming because of indirect anal stimulation. “Ohhhh God, your cock is so deep…”

  “What does that do?”

  “MMMmm!” she hummed loudly, pounding the desk hard with her fists. “Mmmmm! Makes me so wet for you. So wet…”

  She felt her pussy drenching again, all the while feeling his cock buried deep inside her warm butthole.

  “What else?” he said, grabbing her by the hair.

  “Awwhhhh!” she said, reaching over and throwing items off the desk in a frenzy. “Master…makes me…cum!”

  “Take it deeper.”

  “Ohhhh shit!” she cried out, holding the edge of the desk and sending her ass higher, giving him even more space to penetrate. “Ohh fuck my ass master!”

  “Good slave. Good.”

  “Ohhhh! Oh God you’re so deep. Fuck my hole!”

  He increased the pace of his insertions and withdraws, fucking her faster and putting her lube to good use, by slipping inside her wet asshole and anal fucking her to nirvana.

  “Yes! Yes! Ohhh Gawd I’m gonna cum!”

  He shoved his cock in even deeper and reached the inner limits, sending her into a screaming fit and a full body shake. He literally felt her ass cum, judging by the deep inner quiver that bounced so powerfully both her pussy and ass felt the tremor. She drooled out of her mouth onto the desk and kept her mouth wide open in surrender, shaking in place as his manhood invaded her sacred orifice. He was buried so deep in her butthole she knew even if she pushed him out, he would take a long fucking journey just to pull himself out.

  She came hard at the idea, jiggling her fleshy black ass for his amusement—that is until he spanked her cheeks hard, treating them like drums, as he continued fucking and pounding her every sensitive spot.

  “Ohhh…Ohhhh that felt so good…” she said in a state of dizziness.

  Othlo slowly pulled out of her ass, always mindful not to hurt her or be too harsh. His sexual quirk was dominance and his manner was stern to say the least. But he believed in safety and pleasure. Sex was the one discipline where regimen wasn’t the most important thing. Pleasure was the point, not just transcendence.

  “Am I your little Black slut?” she asked with a tired and giddy smile.

  But somehow the question upset him.

  Othlo was just that way. Strong as an ox, ruthless as a warrior but when it came time for character evaluation he had the shins of a little girl. Sensitive. Easily upset. Deep down that was the master’s darkest secret of all…he wanted to be admired, not feared. He hated the idea of insulting people or making them feel low. It was contrary to everything he taught.

  And that’s when he realized he had to call it quits.

  V

  Othlo called Viola into his office, serious as can be.

  “Uh oh,” she teased. Is this another spank-butt fucking session? I better get my stretchy pants out, dude. Er, Master.”

  “No. At ease, my friend.”

  “Friend?”

  “The truth is, I have something important to say. Something hurtful.”

  “What?” she said with folded arms.

  “I’m ashamed at the way things have been happening between us.”

  “Oh?”

  “It’s not becoming of a gentleman like myself. Or the level of master I have achieved. I should be above that. I cannot be with you.”

  “What?!”

  “You know it is true.”

  “How dare you!” Viola finally said, losing all role playing desire and melting away into her icy true nature. “What’s that supposed to mean, anyway? Superior to me?”

  “That’s not what I said.”

  “Yeah, but I know what you meant. You think disciplining a Black girl is beneath you? That you deserve something special and better than what you’re getting? Screw all that. You know what? I’m done with all this here. This is the creepiest and most unprofessional cracker ass dojo I’ve ever fucking seen.”

  “Wait…”

  Othlo watched in heartache as Viola stormed out of the office, still fuming and muttering to herself. He thought it over and seemed confused. Then finally, a revelation occurred to him.

  He ran outside to catch Viola before she left the parking lot. She entered her car from a distance and caught Othlo’s attention who quickly ran over to meet her.

  “Hey!” he said, putting his hands on the car window and demanding she speak to him.

  He was alarmed to see tears rolling down her face.

  “Why…why Viola?”

  “You know why.”

  Othlo made a regretful face. “You know why this must end. I am the one who should be apologizing to you. I succumbed to my darkest temptations. I felt lust towards you. And I treated you like a slave. It was wrong. It was my failure.”

  “What are you babbling on about?”

  “When you used that word ‘slut’ I found it very offensive. But sometimes the reason we hate something so intently is because we fear something deep within our own dark desires. I was guilty of degrading you. Treating you like a slave and not a student. For this I apologize, Viola.”

  “What?” She laughed in disbelief. “That’s what you think this is about? Role playing?” She shook her head and laughed. “No. Othlo, I’ve role played master and slave for most of my adult life. That shit doesn’t bother me at all. I just don’t see why you have to have a thing against Black women, that’s all.”

  “Black women?” He shook his head in objection. “What are you talking about?”

  “You said…above that level. I figured you meant because you weren’t attracted to Black girls.”

  “Of course I love Black women. I always have. I’ve only ever seriously dated Black women.”

  She raised her brow and laughed. “Really? So you do…find me…attractive?”

  “Yes. Too much of a good thing. I can’t concentrate when I am in your presence. The way you st
retch…you talk…the way your body presses next to mine. I cannot separate my fleshly desires from my strong discipline as a teacher. This is why I must back away. A master is not supposed to train a slave, but another master.”

  “Whoa…me? I make you feel that helpless? Wow…” Viola blushed. “It feels good to be desired. To be seen as a woman, not just a sexy, desirable being. That’s why I liked the role play, Othlo. I wanted to feel submissive and ladylike. Not just another ball busting sista from the hood packing heat. Know what I mean?”

  “And that is the problem, Viola-san. When I date a woman I want her to be strong. All the women I’ve loved have been women of great power and ambition. This is what I admire. What turns me on emotionally and intellectually. When I train my student, I train her to be strong, courageous and immovable. I don’t want to train you to ask permission to speak. I want you to conquer the world. To take what I know and improve upon it. That is what I owe you as a mentor, a trainer.”

  “I see,” she said blankly. “So here I thought you just dissed Black girls and there you thought I was being an anti-feminist.” She laughed. “Well not to sound too Black or something but ain’t that some shit.”

  “I really do like you, Viola. As a student, you have great potential. As a woman you are strong and determined. And as a lover, you feed my darkest obsessions. You satiate the demons inside me. You give me the entire world. But three heads cannot direct one body. It is a conflict of interest.”

  “Hmmm,” Viola said. “Well how about a compromise, my master—strictly speaking of your mastership as a black belt fighter.” She laughed. “You fire me as a student. Maybe you send me a referral to Kerrigan or whatever his name is. But then…you take me on as a woman. A submissive Black geisha ready to do your bidding. And then…maybe when we go out in public you can treat me like a princess and spoil me just a little bit.”

  “Hmm,” Othlo said with a calm smile. “I like your idea, my friend. Why would any woman choose one man when she can have three?”

  Othlo and Viola kissed—a happy little make up kiss that put everything into perspective. Othlo was a stubborn and old fashioned thinker for sure. But maybe Viola would be the best thing that happened to him. She could teach him a thing or two about expanding his desires as teacher, lover and boyfriend and becoming a “master” level in each one.

  THE END

  Stolen for the Alien Lottery

  Jeri Anders had just about had enough of life. She felt as if she was at a Thanksgiving banquet and God had asked her if she’d like seconds, to which she had replied Nah.

  The hospitality was nice. The thought of a long happy life was good, ideally, but the reality of it was that she had reached her limit and was satiated with all of life’s staggering disappointments. At thirty-three years of age, she had reached her limit of failed relationships, career mishaps and series of misadventures with her own friends and family. She was still attractive, curvy with a little tummy, but attractive enough to still get plenty of doors held open for her. But all that male attention seemed to go nowhere after a few dates, and that much was easy to learn.

  Besides, who really cared one way or the other if she lived or died—at least that’s what her mind seemed to say when people asked her how she was doing.

  But being a little too honest with her philosophical and Edgar Allen Poe-esque thoughts was probably a bad idea, since her panicked mother Gracie decided to call Doctor Thomas and book an appointment, stating that her lonely single daughter was having suicidal thoughts.

  Jeri tried to explain the difference between blasé and suicidal depression but Gracie wouldn’t have it. Only after Jeri agreed to go to the psychiatrist for one session did Gracie drop the subject. So there Jeri found herself, talking about the futility of life with someone she hardly knew and for no other reason than to please her mother. To say she was cranky was a bit too kind.

  “Why the hostility?” Doctor Thomas asked, his calm half-smile provoking Jeri into even more angry thoughts. Why were doctors always so calm, anyway?

  “Because this whole visit is a joke. My mother is convinced that I’m having suicidal urges but that’s not what I said. I said I don’t care if I live or die. Big difference.”

  “What is the difference, Jeri?”

  “The difference is that you can’t live life so afraid of death. You should make peace with your eventual death and then just enjoy life.”

  “But you don’t enjoy life.”

  “I didn’t say that I didn’t enjoy life.”

  “So do you?”

  “Sort of. I guess so. I like having donut holes on a Saturday afternoon. I like Netflix and chilling without the creepy guy part. I like going to the zoo once a year, no more, no less. I like club soda when I go to classy places, don’t ask me why.”

  “But ultimately you do want to find a man and find happiness. Right?”

  “No, I don’t think so. Why does everyone assume that in order to be happy that a girl has to fall for a guy? Isn’t that like, anti-feminist by now?”

  “Are you a lesbian?”

  “No!”

  “Well, then your sole purpose in life is to get married and procreate,” the doctor said, straight-faced and slightly tired looking. As if he just had this conversation with twelve other women today.

  “Oh my God, are you really saying this to me or is this a dream sequence?”

  “Correct me if I’m wrong,” the doctor said, the wrinkles on his face seeming rock-like and immovable. “Do you have any dreams, Jeri?”

  “Well, no…not exactly.”

  “Ambitions? Things you want to accomplish.”

  “Umm…I’d like a robot dog for Christmas.”

  “No, I said ambitions. Do you have a career in mind that you’ve always wanted to do?”

  “Well, no. Not really. I’ve always just worked in customer service.”

  “Did you once believe in love? A long time ago?”

  “Well…yeah. I was an idealist.” She laughed weakly. “The first guy…no, the first two guys I loved so much. But you know how that goes. Everyone in their twenties screws up, right? By the time I was thirty I just gave up on mankind in general.”

  “So then, you have no dream or ambitions. You have no particular desire to live. And you don’t enjoy having sex with random men just because they ask. Because why?”

  “I don’t know…because I’m not a slut!”

  “All right. So get married. Have a child.”

  Jeri stared at the doctor who was taking notes and oblivious to her feelings. “For real? That’s all you have to say?”

  “Yes. The only reason you’re here is to please your mother. I’m not going to pump you full of Prozac or Valium just because you’re unhappy with being single.”

  “Well…”

  “And I’m not going to write you a prescription for medical marijuana so don’t even ask.”

  Jeri tilted her head, wondering how he knew that would be her next question.

  “So did you have any other questions to ask me?”

  “Well, no. But I don’t think that’s good advice at all.”

  “No,” the doctor said matter-of-factly. “I wouldn’t recommend that advice to an optimistic twelve year old girl who has dreams. I would tell her to chase those dreams. To reach out and live life. But you’ve given up on life. So why should I tell you to do the opposite of what your instincts tell you? Just find a man worthy of love. Get pregnant. Be happy.”

  “That may be what I want to hear, but that’s NOT the right way to say it!”

  “Humm. Okay. Bye-bye then, Jeri.”

  Jeri double blinked, feeling righteously angry but perplexed at just how accurate his diagnosis was. She left the doctor’s office with not too kind of a word, but couldn’t stop thinking about the horrid conversation.

  Maybe it stung a little bit harder because some of what he said was right. She always resented the men who would try to sleep with her—always Blacks and Latinos, she thought with a
roll of her eyes—because they didn’t want love. But why did the idea of marriage offend her? Why was she embarrassed to admit that she wanted love and why did it feel so wrong to lie to herself and say she gave up looking?

  For that matter, why was the idea of getting pregnant so offensive? Was it just because Doctor Thomas was a stranger? Or was it because she really did want marriage, happiness, the works, but convinced herself she was unlovable?

  Damn him, she thought, eating a mini-carton of Haagen-Dazs. After all, she hated the cliche of a big girl eating an entire carton of Haagen-Dazs. He made me think. Just what I didn’t want to do. Maybe he was just toying with her, making her doubt herself just so she would reach a personal epiphany. Or maybe he was just an asshole. Maybe she subconsciously reminded the doctor of his ex or something and he was just taking his own stress out on her.

  Yeah, I like that one. I already feel better!

  She finished off the mini-carton and fell asleep on the couch.

  **

  Her dreams were bizarre as usual. She dreamt of a large hovering presence and the distinctive feeling of being watched by non-human eyes. It felt strangely erotic and almost calming, as if the attention of a superior species were flattering.

  After having too many abduction dreams to count, she had learned by now to take control of the dream and start to guide the antagonists on how to do the abduction right. She began touching herself for the benefit of the spaceman. She loved the idea of IT watching her. Feeling the same emotions. Experiencing the same forbidden thoughts.

  This time, she even learned how to look through the window of her house, out to where the spaceman was standing. He was stoic. Definitely inhuman but still with humanoid features. His body was strong, firm and perfectly still. His eyes were dark but very big. And his manhood…it was…

  Damn.

  She woke up in a huff and shook off the sleepies. “Just when it was getting good.”

  Jeri woke up in early morning, meaning it was too early to get up but still hard for her to fall back asleep. She groaned, knowing she would have another restless four hours of tablet browsing, since self-pleasure only took a half hour or so on a really good night. Stargazing was fun. But quite frankly, all those long nights looking for UFOs or special out-of-this-world twinkles was depressing.