The Scandal : A BBW ALPHA MALE BWWM ROMANCE

by Cassie Verano

  I knew it wouldn’t be long before I exploded in her hands and couldn’t wait until she brought me to that point. It felt good having someone else pleasure me besides my own hands when that’s all I’d had for the last month. All I would allow myself.

  But I needed more. Something so much more. Perhaps it was the phone calls or maybe the role play we participated in so frequently, but my body communicated that message to her. I felt something moist, and within seconds I knew it was her hot mouth as her full lips wrapped themselves around me and her tongue and teeth worked simultaneously to please me.

  “Fuck!” I growled.

  “How does that feel, baby?” she asked, pulling back.

  “It feels good,” I groaned as she sucked me back into her.

  Up and down she went for several seconds, moaning and caressing my balls.

  “Ahhh, yes, baby...you’re so damned good with your mouth,” I groaned.

  The movement stopped, and she squeezed my dick tightly in her hands and raked her nails coarsely over my balls.

  “Shit! That hurt like a motherfucker!” I growled. “You’re so good at this shit, my Queen.”

  “It’ll hurt more if you speak again without permission. Is that understood?”

  “Yes,” I moaned in pain.

  Her fingers lightly massaged my balls, but once again, disappointment filled me as I heard the bench; moving.

  It shifted some more before she placed a hand on my shoulder, and then another one.

  “I want you to stand up and trust me to lead you.”

  “Okay,” I uttered.

  I released myself into her control as she led me a few steps from where I’d been sitting. Once again, I could hear the chair scraping and feel the subtle wind shifts of her movement around me. Within seconds she had me sitting on the chair again, and I could tell she had moved it against a wall.

  I shifted my weight comfortably in the chair and felt her hands on my shoulders again. But then she moved, and I wasn’t certain what she was doing until I felt her thighs resting on either side of my shoulders.

  I could smell my Queen’s pussy so close to my face.

  “I need some relief tonight, Midnight. And tonight, I’ll give you the pleasure of tasting what you’ve only dreamt about.”

  “Thank you, Queen.”

  I opened my mouth, waiting for what I’d desired for some time. And when she rewarded me with the first taste of her sweet pussy I was ready to die and go straight to heaven. My tongue licked and dug into the most savory dessert I’d ever had.

  The softness of her lips, the moistness of her desire clinging to her lips, and the heat emanating from within her drove me wild.

  Her moans were intense as I worked my head and neck to give her the pleasure she sought. My tongue swiveled in circles as I consumed the fleshy parts of her, flicking her clit back and forth with my tongue. Suckling at it like a newborn at its mother’s teat, I garnered all the nourishment that I needed.

  My Queen worked those thick thighs and hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy all over my lips, mouth, and nose. But she didn’t need to because if my hands were tied and my eyes covered, I was skilled with my tongue.

  I was a master cunt eater, the best in the business, and I didn’t plan on leaving a single drop for another man to sample. No, she was mine, and I worshiped her pussy like it was my last meal.

  “Oooh, Midnight. I’m about to cum,” she cried out.

  I didn’t waste a drop of her sweet juices encouraging her to release. Instead, I used my tongue to coax everything that she held onto out of her.

  She pounded her fist against a wall as she cried out and clenched her thighs around my head. The tighter she clenched, the harder my dick grew. My Queen was robbing me of my ability to breathe, and that shit was sexy as hell.

  “For being a good little sub, you get rewarded double tonight. Did my pussy taste good?” she asked after she’d regained her composure.

  “Yes, my Queen. It was so fucking delicious. I want more.”

  Laughing, she said, “Maybe soon. But let’s take care of you now.”

  By the time she climbed off of my face, my arousal was harder than it had ever been. I was aching, but she quickly relieved me of that little problem when she took me into her mouth again.

  Her fingers expertly ran up and down my cock, rubbing and lightly scraping my balls this time. And within a couple of minutes of her closing those gorgeous plump lips around my dick, I was shooting my cum all down her throat.

  My Queen lifted the blindfold from my eyes and opened her mouth.

  That sight was so beautiful,. My cum sitting all pearly white on her tongue. With one gulp, she swallowed my seed and left me delirious.

  Yes, I couldn’t wait to get inside of her pussy and beat it up.

  CHAPTER 11 – INDIGO

  “Well, damn, girl. Maybe I underestimated you after all,” Maeve joked.

  She was in Austria, and I was lying in my bed after a long day of research. My mind kept returning to the story we were working on, and it had me all riled upat work.

  It seemed to me that I was missing a crucial piece, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. There was something familiar about the entire ordeal, but there was only so much my source within the department was leaking to me.

  “I think it’s the connection that I have with Midnight. I don’t know if anyone would be able to make me feel this way, Maeve. I’m comfortable in his presence. Not shy or embarrassed about what I’m doing like I thought I would be. There’s no hesitation when I’m with him. He reassures me, you know? So, you were right about your initial assessment. I don’t think I could just become a member of the club and do this with anyone.”

  “Don’t get too hooked on him, Indi,” she warned with a note of concern in her voice.

  I paused and licked my top lip. “I’m not. It’s just what happens in that room is a great stress reliever. Nothing more,” I lied.

  “Mm-hmm. I’m not playing with your ass, Indi. Don’t go catching feelings for this guy because he’s not that. And this situation isn’t that either. He has multiple women at all times. And that’s not including the ones at the club.”

  “Okay, okay. I heard you the third time,” I said in a snarky tone.

  “Look, don’t go getting pissy with me. I just want to make sure that you’re good. I mean...I know that it’s been four months since that wedding ordeal, but you still need to guard your heart.”

  “This isn’t about my heart, Maeve. This is about...my pussy,” I said, feeling scandalized at using that word in my current persona. Especially with her.

  I’d always been prim and proper when it came to the topic of sex. Sure, I added excitement to the bedroom, but I wasn’t open to discussing the edgier aspects with anyone. Not even my best friend, Maeve.

  I often talked dirty when I was with Midnight, but that had become easy because I had permitted myself to be someone other than Indigo Scott. And he nurtured that other persona.

  “Just don’t let that wild cookie, as Jill calls it, go leading you into no wild places. Stick with the rules. This is about sex, consensual trading of power, and nothing more,” Maeve warned.

  “Of course,” I said in a lower tone,voice, trying to fight the discouragement from taking over my tone.

  Ever since she’d mentioned the wedding, I felt a sour note creep into my heart and a heaviness on my spirit. Not to mention hearing about Midnight’s multiple women. I mean, I knew this wasn’t a love affair, but still, I couldn’t help but notice the pang of jealousy within.

  I wondered how many women he had other than me. Did they mean anything to him at all? Was he connected to them beyond the bedroom? Was there one, in particular, that was his favorite? What did they look like, and how well did they please him?

  Shaking my head, I tried to rid my mind of those thoughts. Too much, too soon, too late at night.

  “Look, I’ve got to go. It’s after two in the morning here, and I’ve got an early shoot
,” Maeve yawned.

  “Oops, I forgot about that. Good luck and good night,” I said.

  “Good night,” she replied in a sleepy tone before clicking off the connection.

  I lay restless in my bed as I began to wonder what Midnight was doing. This was just the thing that she’d warned me against.

  Pushing out of my bed, I knew that I needed to do something to get my mind off him. So, I threw on some black joggers, a black t-shirt, and gym shoes, and then donned a black hoodie and jacket. Grabbing my keys, I headed for the door.

  ****

  I knew this was the place that my source had mentioned in my last interview. Although I didn’t have my notes with me, I was good at recalling important details.

  A dark-colored car pulled up to the bay and turned around with the car facing the exit, making it hard for me to see the license plate. I shifted lower in my seat and placed my binoculars to my eyes.

  A tall gentleman in a suit climbed out of the car and looked around. Lowering my binoculars, I grabbed my camera and snapped off a few pictures in rapid succession before setting it down on the passenger seat again.

  The man popped his trunk open and pulled out a briefcase. With his back to me, he opened the briefcase and several seconds later closed it back, setting it back into the trunk and closing it again. I had no idea what was in the briefcase but suspected that it was money.

  The man climbed back into his car and rolled one of the windows down. Before long, I noticed a plume of smoke coming out of the window; he flicked the ashes out onto the ground. Pulling his arm back into the window, he took a drag on whatever he was smoking, causing the end of it to light up.

  My senses went on alert when I heard the low rumble of another vehicle approaching, but this time from behind me. Tension rendered my body one stiff muscle as my stomach knotted up in apprehension, wondering what was about to go down.

  I watched as a van pulled up to the bay. Unlike the car, I was able to determine that the van was a royal blue color. I suspected the car was either navy blue or black, but I couldn’t tell.

  A tense five minutes passed with my stomach in knots before they appeared again. Every now and then, I would rise in my seat to check my surroundings.

  I’d made sure that when I entered the lot, I locked up behind myself again.

  Turning my attention back to the men, I noticed they’d opened one of the bay doors of the warehouse and were moving boxes inside. Once again, I whipped out my camera and shot off several photos back to back.

  The ringing of my phone in the quiet of the gym scared me, causing me to jump. Hurriedly I silenced it, cursing myself for not placing it on vibrate.

  Glancing down at the caller ID, I smiled when I noticed the name, “Midnight.”

  I punched a couple of buttons on the treadmill and brought my jog to an end. I climbed off the treadmill and headed out of the gym and for the elevators.

  I bit back a smile and berated myself for my excitement that he was calling me at this time of the night.

  Swiping up the green answer button on the phone, I greeted him in a sultry tone as I stepped onto the elevator and pushed the button to take me back to my floor.

  “Hello, Midnight.”

  “Good evening, bella. Are you busy?”

  “No, I’m not. Well, not anymore, but I did not give you permission to call.”

  “I know, my Queen. I apologize, but I need to see you tonight.”

  “Why?”

  “I need some release,” he said.

  “It’s not happening tonight.”

  “Okay,” he said. “Well, can I ask you a question?”

  I stepped off the elevator and walked down the hall to my apartment.

  “It depends. If it’s personal, then no.”

  “Well, it’s kind of personal,” he said.

  “I’m listening,” I replied, sticking the key into my door, and unlocking it.

  “What are you wearing?”

  Toeing my gym shoes off, I smirked as I looked down at my joggers and t-shirt and headed for my bedroom.

  “Um...nothing you’d be interested in,” I replied.

  “Oh, now you’ve piqued my interest. I’m very interested in what you’re wearing.”

  Laughing, I pushed my joggers and panties down over my hips. Switching on the loudspeaker, I removed my shirt and bra.

  “Just some exercise clothes.”

  “You’ve been working out?”

  “Um-hmm. Just finished when you called.”

  “What’s so funny?” I asked upon hearing his soft chuckle. “Just thinking how I’d like to work you out.”

  “Wow!” I said my pussy clenching at that thought. “Who knows, one day maybe you might get a chance to do that.”

  “I’d like to do a dress rehearsal.”

  Staring in the mirror, I pulled my hair up into a knot on the top of my head. “Dress rehearsal?” I asked, turning sideways in the mirror and looking at my body before turning the other way.

  “Yes, where are you now?”

  “In my bathroom.”

  “Would you take off your clothes?”

  “I’ve beaten you to it,” I said, walking to the shower and turning the water to lukewarm. “I’m about to step into the shower.”

  “Good. Can you hear me in the shower?”

  “Yes, I can,” I replied hesitantly, moving the phone to the rack inside of the shower, just out of reach of the water.

  “Tonight, I’d like for you to pretend that your hands are mine. Okay?”

  Giggling, I said, “I like the sound of that.”

  “Where do you want me to touch you, mi amore?”

  “You know there’s one spot that’s been longing for some relief.”

  “Where’s that?”

  “My neck,” I said, knowing that I was teasing him.

  “Ahh, you need a good massage to release some of the tension. My hands are resting on both shoulders, lightly kneading them.”

  I did as I was told for several seconds before he spoke again.

  “Gently, I’m moving to the base of your neck and rubbing out the tension in those muscles. Working them back and forth to eliminate the knots.”

  My hands moved down to my breasts at his instructions, pulling, tugging, and pinching on my nipples before rolling them into hardened peaks.

  Midnight’s voice was deep and sensual, yet so soft and soothing. Following his instructions opened me up to another level of comfort with him.

  “I want to put my left hand on your right breast and push it up to your lips. Taste it, my Queen, and tell me what it tastes like.”

  “Mmm,” I moaned, licking and sucking on my nipple. “Vanilla and peaches,” I muttered.

  “Tasty. You’re so sexy,” Midnight growled into the phone. “Dip your right hand over your belly, slowly moving south. How does your skin feel?”

  “So soft and wet,” I said as the water from the shower poured over me. “Like satin sheets.”

  “Fuck! I’m getting so hard, thinking about how sexy and fine you are. I want to taste you. Just a sample. Can I taste you?”

  “Yes,” I moaned as desire filled my belly, juices thickening between my thighs.

  “Slide a finger into your folds and twirl it in little, tight circles. Just one finger.”

  I obeyed, a whimper dropping from my lips.

  “Now, another one.”

  I did as I was told.

  “Work it back and forth, pump those wide hips and shove that finger up and down, in and out. Harder. Faster!”

  I propped my foot on the bench in the shower, working myself over. I was almost ready to cum, but I couldn’t, not yet. I was so eager to find out what else Midnight had in store for me.

  “Replace those two fingers with three from the other hand. And then take the first two fingers and suck your juices off.”

  I did as I was told and groaned.

  “Don’t stop fucking yourself. I want those three fingers all inside of that
pussy. Work it, Queen! Pump harder and faster. I want to fucking hear you!”

  “Awww, Midnight! It feels so good!” I screamed as my fingers bumped my anterior wall.

  “Use your thumb and index finger to pinch that clit, while your other three fingers fuck your pussy harder.”

  I couldn’t take it anymore. Between his voice, the moisture and heat between my legs, and the pleasure that I found in touching and tasting myself, I was rocking on edge.

  “How does it feel?”

  “I’ve gotta cum!” I shouted as my legs squeezed together.

  “Give it all to me, Bella. Give it all to me. Imagine my fingers are digging deeper, faster, and now I’m sliding them out to suck all five of those fingers clean.”

  My eyes closed, and my legs clenched tighter than before as an explosive orgasm I didn’t realize I was capable of giving myself took over. My lips puckered around my fingers, sucking all the juices off my finger.

  “Brava ragazza.”

  My eyelids fluttered open. Had he just said “good girl” to me in Italian?

  And for the first time, I realized that he had taken control, and I was no longer in the dominant position. He’d tricked me, and I’d fallen for it. Given him complete dominance over my body, my desires, and how they would play out.

  “You’re going to pay for that, you know.”

  He chuckled.

  “Don’t be mad. You needed it, deserve to be taken care of, bella.”

  “As long as you don’t forget who’s in control.”

  “I’m proud of the control and your dominance you’re exerting in each session. You’re getting stronger. Relax, and allow it to come to you with ease. Soon...you won’t need me anymore.”

  Panic filled my insides.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “I submit to you because that’s what we agreed on, but I sense that I’m also a test experiment for you. The confidence you show when it’s just you and I, you can show that with any other Sub you choose...male or female.”

  “What if I don’t want another Sub but you?”

  “Confidence, mi amor.”

  “This isn’t about confidence, Midnight. It’s about the comfort and trust that I have with you.”