Alicia... The Unleashed Series (Erotica)

by Vivien Sparx

  “Push for me...” he gasped.

  Alicia clenched her muscles and pushed. A flood of cum- the combined juice of three hot sexy loads- flowed like lava. The biker dove his mouth between her legs and lapped it all up.

  I watched in absolute fascination for perhaps a minute. Then the biker leaped to his feet. His cock was enormous in his hand, swollen angry by his excitement. He stood beside the bench and shot long strands of cum across Alicia’s stomach and breasts.

  Because I had asked Jasper to delay their departure, it was midnight before Alicia and Stephen arrived home. I was waiting for them in the library.

  Alicia looked exhausted. She was tottering slightly. She pulled the ruined pair of stockings from the overcoat pocket and left them on the desktop.

  “I... I couldn’t find the panties and bra,” she confessed. “I think one of the guys might have taken them. We looked afterwards but......”

  “That's okay,” I smiled. “It doesn't matter. All that matters is Stephen's assessment of your performance.” I turned to him. “Did she pass the first challenge?”

  Stephen nodded and smiled, “With flying colors,” he said.

  I smiled again. “Good. Congratulations, Alicia. One test down and four to go. Your second test will be tomorrow afternoon. You have until then to rest and prepare.”

  Alicia smiled. She turned, smiled at Stephen, and tottered out of the library. Alistair was waiting to escort her to her room.

  “Was she good?” I asked Stephen after she had gone.

  “Yes,” he said simply. “She refused no man.”

  I smiled knowingly. Including you! I thought. “Excellent. You can stay tonight and tell me everything that happened. I can't wait to hear all the details while you're fucking me.”

  Tuesday

  It rained through the night and into the morning. I stayed in bed with Stephen until after 10am, enjoying one more slow, writhing fuck before sending him on his way.

  At noon Alistair found me. Our guest for Alicia's second challenge had arrived.

  “I'll meet him in the kitchen, Alistair,” I said. “Oh, and can you prepare the games room please.”

  Alistair paused. “Which one, madam?” he asked in his very cultured, formal English accent.

  “The adult one,” I said.

  He nodded, and I thought, just for a fleeting second, I actually saw him smile...

  Gustav came from Germany as a child, but even after thirty-something years, he still retained a faint trace of European accent. He had Slavic features, a shaved head, and a stocky barrel kind of physique. A bit shorter than me he was all muscle in the chest and shoulders.

  Gustav was a genuine Dom, and he was part of the Hollywood B&D scene. He had helped me with two other girls previously. I knew his style, and I was looking forward to seeing him work on Alicia.

  He stepped into the kitchen wearing a blue t-shirt and black leather pants. He was carrying a canvas sports bag. He dropped it on the floor and reached out for me.

  In a curiously old-fashioned gesture, he bent and kissed my hand. “Wonderful to see you again, Julia,” he said.

  And that was the enigma of this man; warm and polite, with a charming smile... and yet when he was 'in character' he was a ruthless, brutal Dom who could leave a woman a broken submissive wreck.

  “I'm so glad you could make it, Gustav,” I smiled. “I have the most wonderful girl for you today.”

  His eyes twinkled mischievously. “Any limits?” he asked warily.

  “No, not today. You are free to explore her in any way you want.”

  Alicia was standing in the middle of the games room when Gustav and I entered.

  The 'games room' wasn't the household games room. That room had a snooker table, a bar, a jukebox and a card table... and it was at the other end of the house.

  This room was actually one of the car garages that had been converted to an 'adult' games room. The floor was concrete, and the walls were all padded in dark vinyl. Around the room were various B&D devices. On the far side of the room a doorway lead back into the main section of the house through an en suite.

  Alicia looked a little frightened. She was just wearing white panties. I noticed she had discarded her bra and shoes and left them by the outer door. I unzipped my skirt and peeled off my own bra and panties. Naked, I crossed the room to Alicia and without a word I stripped her underwear off her.

  “Alicia, this is Gustav,” I said sweetly. “You will obey and please him. Do you understand?”

  Alicia nodded.

  Gustav put his sports bag on a wooden bench. Then he began to slowly circle Alicia, his hands on his hips, admiring her shape, the firmness of her breasts, and her long legs. He grunted a couple of times but said nothing.

  Finally, Alicia said, “Hi.”

  “You do not speak to me!” Gustav hissed through gritted teeth. “You say nothing. If I speak to you, you will call me Master.”

  Alicia nodded. I gave her a firm swat on her ass.

  Gustav glanced around the dimly lit room. “There,” he pointed at a big wooden cross bolted to a wall.

  Like a magician's assistant, I led Alicia to the St. Andrews Cross. It was the shape of an X, about six feet high. There were metal manacles at the end of each point. I put Alicia face-first against the cross, spread her legs wide, and clasped her ankles in place. I did the same with her wrists so that she was spread out, her beautiful round ass exposed and very, very vulnerable.

  Gustav retrieved a riding crop from his sports bag. He stood behind Alicia, flexing the rod for a moment. I caught a glimpse of Alicia's expression. Her eyes were wide and uncertain.

  The first cut of the crop came from out of nowhere. I didn't even see Gustav's hand move, so quick was the flick of his wrist.

  'Crack!'

  The small leather pad at the end of the crop swatted Alicia on the right cheek of her butt and she flinched as if she had been dabbed with a cattle prod.

  “Aaaah!” she said.

  Gustav whipped her again.

  “Ouch!”

  “This one is noisy,” Gustav turned to me with a small look of disappointment on his face. Then he went back to his bag and brought out a leather harness contraption.

  He stepped up behind Alicia, and yanked on her hair, pulling her head back. Then he thrust the harness over her head. In the center of the strapping was a black rod, a few inches long, with rings at either end. Gustav shoved the rod into Alicia's mouth and buckled the harness around her head to keep the gag in place.

  Then he whipped her again. And again.

  Alicia's groans were now muffled. She was drooling saliva down her chin and onto her breasts. Her back, upper thighs and buttocks quickly turned crimson red as Gustav worked up a sweat with the crop. I stood off to the side, watching Alicia's expression intently. The expression on her face was exquisite. My hand snaked down between my spread legs and I began to play with myself. I wasn't surprised to discover how wet I was. I was really turned on!

  After about ten intense minutes, Gustav dropped the riding crop and stepped in behind Alicia. He rubbed the redness of her buttocks with soft, soothing strokes. He was breathing deeply. On the St Andrews Cross, Alicia was shuddering in the after-effects of her punishment.

  Gustav eased his hand between Alicia's spread legs.

  “Aaaah!” he grinned at me. “Look.” He held up his fingers. They were wet with Alicia's creamy, sticky cum. I felt my own pussy tingle. “She is made horny by this, yes? This is good indeed.”

  “Very good,” I agreed in a breathy little gasp.

  “Get her down,” Gustav said. He was satisfied.

  I unclasped Alicia from the restraints, and then unbuckled the gag and pulled it off her head. She stood, trembling and aroused, not game to speak or move.

  Good girl, I thought.

  Gustav left her waiting for a long time. He went back to his bag, digging through the contents. When he returned he was holding a huge dildo that had a suction cap at the base
of the silicon shape.

  “Suck!” Gustav ordered. Alicia opened her mouth and he shoved most of the length of the rubber cock straight down her throat. Her eyes grew wide with a fleeting look of alarm… and then Gustav began to work the dildo in and out of her mouth with short fast strokes.

  When he was satisfied, he spat on the suction cap, and stuck the dildo onto the side of a post that was cemented into the floor.

  The post was the same thickness as a fence post. It was three feet high. At various places on the post were bolted big brass 'O' rings. Gustav chose a place on the post and attached the dildo so it hung out a little ways off the ground.

  “On your knees,” he said. Alicia dropped to the floor in an instant. “Now crawl over to me and turn around.”

  Alicia crawled across the hard concrete floor, turned around, and then Gustav backed her towards the dildo. He was lining it up with her pussy, and when Alicia was close enough, he inserted the dildo between her sopping wet folds and then edged her back further until the dildo was buried deep inside her.

  “Ha!” he said with satisfaction. “She is on her knees and has a big cock in her, yes.”

  “Yes,” I said. Alicia was in the classic doggy position. Each time she rocked backwards and forwards against the upright post, she was fucking herself on the dildo.

  Gustav unbuttoned his leather pants and peeled them off. Alicia took the luxury of the few moments respite to adjust to having the huge dildo stretching her pussy wide open.

  When Gustav got on his knees in front of Alicia, his cock was rock hard.

  Let me tell you, Gustav has a very, very thick cock. It's not long (that would be too much to ask for!)... maybe six inches, but I've never seen a man with a thicker cock. Or bigger balls. They were monsters. They hung low under his shaft, heavy with cum.

  “Rock.” he said simply, and immediately, Alicia began to rock backwards and forwards on her hands and knees, sawing the dildo in and out of her little pussy. She was biting her bottom lip; trying to come to terms with the enormous size of the shaft she was impaling herself on.

  Gustav didn't like that. “Open your mouth,” he said, and even before she could respond, he was thrusting his cock in her face, stuffing it down her throat.

  Alicia gagged and choked. Another dribble of saliva spilled from the corner of her mouth. Gustav ignored it all and continued to shove himself into her.

  I was drawn closer by my arousal and absolute fascination. Without realizing it I found myself on my knees beside Alicia. I slid my hand across her butt and then down between her legs, feeling the slippery rubber shaft as she worked it into her pussy. Then I eased one of my cum-slicked fingers an inch inside her incredibly tight ass.

  Alicia let out a muffled little noise that could have been her surprise, alarm or desire. I wasn't sure which, and I didn't care. As she fucked herself on the dildo, and as Gustav fucked her face, my finger buried itself inside her ass, all the way to my knuckle.

  With my free hand I began to pinch and slap Alicia's jiggling breasts. I landed slap after slap, and then twisted and tweaked the nipples until they were stiff and engorged. My pussy was tingling, and dripping with my own arousal.

  When he was satisfied that Alicia's sucking had made his cock sufficiently wet, Gustav pulled himself away from her mouth and began to gently stroke himself.

  “A few more minutes,” he said to me, “and then I fuck her.”

  I nodded. I was enjoying fingering her hot little ass, so I was in no hurry. There was a delicious pre-orgasm warmth beginning to spread through me.

  Alicia continued to grunt and moan, rocking relentlessly on the huge dildo. Every time she eased, or altered her rhythm, I slapped her bouncing breasts. Gustav watched on. His cock was so swollen that his own hand couldn't wrap around it.

  Finally we pulled Alicia off the dildo and she stood. She was weak. Her knees were dirty. I helped her stagger across to the wooden bench where Gustav had put his sports bag. I eased her onto the bench and laid her down on her back.

  “Manacle her hands,” Gustav said. He handed me an aluminum spreader bar that was two feet long. There were leather restrains at each end. I clamped Alicia's wrists into the restraints, and then Gustav used a length of rope and attached it to the center of the bar. He looped the rope through a ring on the wall above the bench and pulled it tight enough to lift Alicia's bound arms above her head.

  The bench had no stirrups, so I held one of Alicia's legs and Gustav held the other, spreading her pussy wide and open. Then he stepped closer, lined the bulging head of his cock with the wetness of her pussy, and forced himself into her.

  Alicia moaned. It was a weary, submissive, accepting kind of noise, as if she was resigned to this inevitable treatment. She was stretched out on the bench like a sexy slab of meat, her arms stretched above her head and her legs pulled open. She was powerless. Her body was being used for someone else’s pleasure, and she could do nothing but submit.

  Gustav pumped himself into Alicia with long strokes, alternating between fast and slow thrusts of his hips. I was standing behind him and off to one side, holding Alicia's leg, so I slid my hand down to his clenched ass and pushed him deeper and deeper into her.

  And then Alicia surprised us all.

  “Can I cum?” she asked weakly.

  I was startled... Perhaps I had mis-read this whole situation. Perhaps being powerless was much more arousing to this young girl than I had ever anticipated.

  Gustav pumped into her pussy faster.

  “Can I please cum?” Alicia said. This time there was a frantic desperation in her voice.

  “Nein!” Gustav growled. Beads of sweat had formed on his brow and begun to trickle down his face and chest. The sinews in his bulging arms tensed. He shook his head and sweat splashed across Alicia's breasts.

  Alicia turned her head and we exchanged looks. I don't know what she saw in my eyes, but I saw incredible, sexy arousal. Her big green eyes were wide and pleading.

  “You must wait until you are given permission!” I said with a stern tone I didn't really feel. Gustav grunted. I let my hand slide further down his butt until I was cupping his heavy bouncing balls. I began to lightly squeeze them between my fingers.

  “Ja! Ja!” Gustav growled. He pumped his cock into Alicia's pussy with increasing fury. She was writhing and grinding herself against him. Then he went stiff... and let out a high-pitched howl of release.

  Gustav shot load after load of boiling cum into Alicia's pussy. He flooded her. Cum spilled back out over his cock and fell in a trickle to the floor. He growled again, thrust again, and more cum oozed.

  His orgasm lasted for a long time and it was animalistic and sexy as hell to watch.

  When his pleasure had passed, Gustav eased himself out of Alicia's sopping pussy and shoved his hand over her pussy to keep any more cum from spilling. He stood like that for a full minute, breathing raggedly, and I waited.

  Alicia lay perfectly still. Her chest was heaving, but her eyes were closed. Her leg felt limp in my grip. Her exhaustion was obvious. Once she gave a small shudder, but that was all.

  “Now it is finished, yes?” Gustav said. “We can let our little kitten enjoy her cream.”

  I didn't understand what he meant, until Gustav untied Alicia's arms and picked her up off the bench. She hung from him limply. He put her on the floor and made her squat. I stood behind her and could feel her weight as she lent against me for support.

  Gustav's cum poured from Alicia's pussy like a tap had been turned on. It puddled on the cement floor in thick clumps. Gush after gush of thick white cream. When the flood became just a trickle, he bent her over onto her hands and knees again.

  “Lick all of it up,” Gustav demanded. “When you are done, you may cum.”

  Alicia suddenly seemed to come alert, her dazed stupor falling away at the promise of her orgasm. She licked the cum off the floor and when Gustav was satisfied, he allowed her to masturbate herself.

  Alicia fell back ont
o the hard floor, spread her legs and shamelessly began to finger-fuck herself. There was no modesty and nothing subtle about it. Her only thought was of her own release.

  I had my own need, and it had its own urgency. I watched Alicia's hand as her fingers began to blur in and out of herself with wet squishing noises. I sensed her orgasm beginning to build.

  Alicia opened her mouth and moaned. I moaned too. I was rubbing my clit, watching her perform on the floor. When I sensed we were both seconds away, I stepped above her and squatted over her mouth. I spread the lips of my pussy open, driving myself hard against the young girl's nose, and rode her face until our orgasms exploded. We bucked and heaved together for the longest time.

  Alicia was lying on her bed when I arrived. I didn't knock on the door. I simply entered the room and sat on the edge of the bed. She was freshly showered. Her hair was wet. She smelled of apples. There was a tired, sleepy expression on her face.

  I smiled.

  “Gustav was pleased,” I said. “You have passed your second test.”

  Alicia grinned, wearily but satisfied. “Three more to go.”

  “Yes,” I said. “Three more tests. Tomorrow you will meet me back in the games room at 4pm.”

  I saw a confused, flash of panic cross Alicia's face, but I left before she could say anything. It would make tomorrow's challenge all the more surprising when Alicia realized what I had planned for her.

  God, I'm a bitch!

  Wednesday

  Harold Sandmeyer was a 42-year-old advertising executive who had three children. I figured his wife had slept around to get pregnant, because Harold had a tiny 3” cock. It was completely useless.

  That’s why, when Alicia tentatively pushed open the door to the ‘games room’ she found Harold naked on his hands and knees between my spread legs, instead of with his cock inside me.

  In fact Harold had never fucked me. He never would.

  Harold was a submissive, and every week or two I messaged him to come and please me.