The Alpha Loves The Brat

by Allysa Mkermo

  Soon, I was trembling with pleasure. New sensations were being awakened within me. He put his entire mouth on me, sucking at my clitoris just like he did with my engorged tits, vigorously lapping at my wetness. I was moaning loudly. Timorously, I wondered if the nurses outside could hear the sounds of my pleasure. I quickly ignored that fear as more of the pressure began to build up inside of me.

  Hearing Doctor Orlando’s moans only contributed to the intensity of my own. I shouted, louder than I’ve ever shouted before, as I felt a deep trembling building up from deep inside of me. In a heightened state, my body convulsed, sending spasms of pleasure throughout my entirety. My muscles contracted and released, and my breasts tingled with sensitivity. My limbs spasmed as I came down from that unrelenting high, my body completely out of breath. It was the best orgasm I had ever had.

  Doctor Orlando looked up at me from my nether regions. “You are simply splendid, Miss Edith. Look how powerfully my love has affected you.”

  I let a big smile form on my lips. I panted, gasping for breath. “You are...so amazing...Doctor Orlando…”

  “I hope you now know what it’s like to receive the love you deserve?” he asked.

  I nodded. “I do…”

  He stood slowly, his hands running up my body. “And now that you’ve received it, are you ready to give it in return?”

  “Yes…” I answered him without thinking. I didn’t understand what he was asking, but I was too physically exhausted to find out.

  “I’m still so young, and I’m just practicing”, he said modestly, “but I’d like to think that my practice is valuable. I’d like to receive some of that same love I showed you today, Miss Edith.”

  I sat up, looking at him. “How...what can I do?” I was still breathless.

  Doctor Orlando began to loosen his pants. “Love is about equality, Edith. It’s about a partnership.” He pulled his pants down, revealing tight-fitting underwear, and a significant bulge underneath. I eyed it with the notion that he would be using it to take what he wanted in return for the grand service he’d given me.

  Doctor Orlando was very handsome, and the thought of a young man inside me made me think that it could be an unexpected treat. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his bulge. It had been years since I’ve felt a rock hard cock; as long as the doctor was clean, I wouldn’t mind inviting him in.

  He took my silence as an invitation, pulling down his boy shorts. He walked over to me, his genitals nearing my face as the underwear fell to the floor. His massive erection sprang up, and I was staring directly at it. His cock was firm, and much larger than I expected. It angled upward at a nice curve, and I reached out and touched it with interest.

  His skin was so smooth. A thick vein ran along his shaft, pulsing in anticipation. Two large testicles hung underneath. He was amazingly virile for such a young man.

  Doctor Orlando placed a hand on the back of my head, pushing my face gently towards his dick. I opened my mouth and he pushed himself in, the tip of his penis slick with precum. I wrapped my lips around his shaft, gently sucking until he was down my throat. I ran my tongue along it, tasting his fertile manhood. He tasted sweet and inviting, and I pushed faster as he thrusted into my mouth.

  He moaned, pushing my head further down on him. He grabbed my hair, suddenly pulling my head away, forcing me to spit him out. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. He eyed my naked body. His cock was slick and smooth with the lubrication from my mouth.

  He moved towards my legs. “Will you spread out for me, Miss Edith?”

  I quietly did as he said, spreading my legs and laying back on the seat. My body was perfectly level with his waist, providing for easy entry. He grabbed my thighs, pulling my lower body closer towards him. The tip of his erection waited at my entrance, throbbing with desire.

  “Your body has been a journey, Miss Edith”, he began, “and I can’t wait to conquer your mountain.” With that, he thrusted himself inside of me, his wide head pushing inward. I let out another moan as he thrusted, several inches of his shaft plunging in. I hugged my knees to my chest, urging him to go deeper. It had been so long since I had anything this good. I wanted to feel the full ability of this young, fit, virile man.

  He eagerly pushed himself the rest of the way inside me, making my insides burn with pleasure. He grabbed ahold of my aching breasts, milking them as he built up a thrusting rhythm. I watched his pectoral and abdominal muscles tense up and contract as he used the full force of his body to slam inside of me.

  I let out a shout as my body rocked back and forth. Doctor Orlando grunted as he heaved in me, his girth expanding my vaginal walls.

  “You’re still so tight…” he huffed as he thrusted more vigorously.

  The entire chair began to quake. I grabbed his hands, which were still planted firmly on my breasts, digging into his muscular arms for support. I allowed him to plow into me, making it the best ride of my life.

  His entire cock was shoved inside of me now. I blushed red as I realized his was bare inside me - not that it mattered, I was unable to get pregnant anyway, a condom would be useless in this situation - but it still sent a thrill through my spine to realize that this young man, who a little while ago was a stranger, was pummeling his entire weight inside me without any protection. He hadn’t even given it a thought as he rammed into me without reservation.

  To have wild, unprotected, unrestricted sex with a new man was not something I had ever thought I’d be able to experience again. Doctor Orlando was truly an amazing doctor, opening me up in ways I hadn’t thought possible. I smiled as his massive cock thrusted inside my womanhood, his balls bouncing against my bare ass.

  “Oh...Edith…” his moans grew, and he grunted as his cock twisted inside of me. His whole body tightened, and with one jerking motion, he erupted. He released himself deep within me, strings of hot cum bursting forth from his young dick. I felt my body fill with his thick semen, as he relentlessly unloaded himself into me. His hands tightly squeezed my breasts, a handful of milk trickling out. I gasped as I was being emptied and filled at the same time.

  With a final grunt, Doctor Orlando released his hold on me, relieving all of his tension. He slumped down onto a seat next to me, breathing heavily. His skin glistened with sweat, and he looked up at me with a look of surrender in his eyes.

  “Thank you, Miss Edith”, he said breathlessly.

  I smiled, looking at his youthful body. I had to confess, it was the best experience I’d ever had. Nothing turned me on more than the sight of this young doctor. I was officially a cougar.

  “No”, I laughed. “Thank you.” I stood up, stretching my aching body, leaning down to gather my clothes. I met his eyes again. “I think I’ll see you regularly from now on.”

  STORY FIVE

  Chapter 1

  “Holly Petit,” I tell the girl behind the desk. She looks more bored than I feel as she holds out her hand for my membership card. The twenty-four hour gym wasn’t my first choice for working out, but it’s pretty convenient for times like this, when I want to get in a good bit of cardio at three in the morning. It’s usually pretty deserted around this time, but with my late shift at the bar, it works out perfectly. I hand over my card and let her scan me in.

  I make a beeline for the locker room and showers, taking a moment to wander over to stare wistfully at the rock wall. That’s one of the downsides of being here this early—there’s no one here qualified to spot for the rock wall. The pool is off limits as well…or at least it should be. As I get closer, I can hear the definite sounds of splashing and laughter. There are people breaking the rules and taking a dip. I’m not usually a stickler for rules or anything, but at this time of night, it could be problematic if someone got hurt. The gym could be held liable for not having the staff to cover the pool, and then where would I be able to find another gym that’s a convenient distance between the bar and my crappy apartment? Some people are just too inconsiderate.

  I shake my head an
d enter the women’s locker room, changing out of my clothes that smell vaguely of stale beer and old cigarettes. They go back into the bottom of my gym bag, and my panties go next. They’re too nice to get my exercise sweat all over them. I squeeze into my sports bra and shorts, and pull my chestnut hair back into a quick ponytail. I didn’t wash my face before leaving the bar, so I head over to the sink to quickly take care of my makeup. The effect of it in the mirror isn’t terrible, though it has started to melt down my face a bit. My normally bright blue eyes had a shadow below them that’s only halfway sleepiness and the rest is just hours-old eyeliner. I scrub at my eyes quickly, erasing the exhaustion from my features with a blast of icy water.

  ‘Much better,’ I decide, giving myself a once-over. I at least look like I’m here to get some exercise.

  I make my way out of the locker room. The sounds of splashing have faded, and I breathe a sigh of relief. The pool is pretty large, almost an Olympic sized thing, and it’s walled in on two sides with windows. Once I make it to the other side of the hall, I’ll be able to look in and check to make sure that everything’s okay, and sure, I’ll admit it, I’ve always been a nosy kind of person.

  I come up to the window and freeze. They weren’t in the water anymore, but they are still in the tiled area. It’s a couple, a man and a woman, and they’re up against the wall. I blush as my brain processes what’s happening, one painstaking detail at a time. The girl’s bathing suit lies on the floor, several feet away from them, and the man’s suit is by his feet. My hand rises to cover my mouth as I fight off a startled giggle. The embarrassment fades, but the blush that had entered my cheeks only grew more pronounced.

  The girl faces the wall, her hips angled upward by the man’s hands. The muscles in his ass flex as he humps into her. Their grunts and moans echo across the pool, and I hear them as if they’re only a few feet away from me, not yards away with a pane of glass in between us. The woman’s hands are braced against the wall, and her legs are spread out. Her back makes a smooth curve that the man slides his fingers over before sinking his teeth into her neck.

  They’re at such an angle that I can see everything, and I watch them from the side. The girl’s red hair spills over her shoulder, obscuring my view of her breasts, but I still see each bounce as the man thrusts into her. His hands dig into her hips, pulling her into him. I’m not close enough to see the way that each of his fingers presses into the soft flesh of her legs and ass, but that doesn’t stop my imagination from taking me straight there. A fire roars up between my legs, and I let the hand that isn’t covering my mouth trace over my inner thigh before I can even realize what I’m doing.

  And then I snap out of it. I briefly battle a wave of shame and lose, backing away from the scene and trying to erase it from my head as I half-run upstairs to the elliptical machines and treadmills. I don’t think of him pulling her red hair into a fist, forcing her head around to smother her in sloppy kisses; I pick out a stationary bike and set it up to give me a course with imaginary hills. I don’t think of her sliding her hands to her ass cheeks to spread herself wide for him; I pull out my phone and pick out some music to get me pumped up. The more I don’t think about the couple fucking in the pool, the more I find myself grinding against the seat of the stationary bike.

  I can feel my wetness seeping through my gym shorts and can’t even be bothered to blush. I can’t fight the fantasies anymore, and I let them flow into me and fuel my workout. My heavy breathing could easily be from either the exertion of my legs or the delicious feeling of the bike seat between my legs. My eyes slide closed and I let a hand rise to cup my breast, the thumb gently circling my nipple in time to the generic house music pounding in my earbuds. To hell with “nosy,” I had become a complete voyeur. I don’t feel any shame as I roll my hips to grind against the seat. I stop pedaling altogether and just let myself take a shuddering moment to enjoy myself. I trace over my clit in a slow stroke outside of my shorts, a sigh slipping out of my mouth. Then I plunge my hand inside my shorts, taking the wet heat of my shaved pussy and spreading it over my clit in small circles. I keep it slow, coasting off of the thrill of it. One finger slips inside of me, pulling a small moan from my throat.

  A man’s voice from behind me startles me out of my moment. The ecstasy that had been building is now a driving panic that has my hands trembling as I tear my earbuds out of my ears and whip around to face the source of the voice. Three men were standing in the door, wearing the t-shirt and shorts that were the gym’s employees’ uniform. I stand up guiltily and hide my hands behind my back. I can’t look any of them in the eye. I’ve never in my life been so mortified.

  “Miss, we have rules about inappropriate, um, behaviors here,” one of them said.

  Chapter 2

  I can hear my heartbeat pick up as I risk a glance up at their faces. No one looks upset with me. In fact, they look kind of turned on. I let my hands fall to my sides, one of them still coated with my arousal. I watch as one of the men openly stares at it, and the other two seem preoccupied with my tits. Even if they’re not much to look at in my sports bra, I’ve always been proud of my breasts. They’re a good shape, perky, and they’re decently big; they’re at least a big reason for how much I get in tips down at the bar.

  An idea crosses my mind, and I tilt my head to the side. “Sorry,” I say in a voice that hardly sounds like my own. “I just got a little carried away.”

  “Well, it’s against our policies here to have that kind of thing. We can’t just ignore this incident. You understand, right?” one of them said. His scant shorts could barely hold in his erection, much less hide it.

  “Please don’t cancel my membership,” I say, trying not to sound as alarmed as the thought of that made me. “I wasn’t bothering anyone and I’ll wipe down the bike when I’m done, so can we maybe just pretend this never happened?” My hands slide up my sides and cross over my stomach as I lift my sports bra over my head. “What do you boys say?”

  The first one that spoke grins at me, shaking his head. He’s a beefy looking guy with close-cropped brown hair and a tattoo of a snake on his shoulder. He says, “It’s going to take a bit more than that to change our minds.”

  I had assumed that much already anyway. It doesn’t much matter to me. I’m already soaking wet and throbbing with desire. I had gotten too close to orgasm to get by without one, and the need of it is making my knees feel weak. I drop my bra to the floor and look straight into the eyes of the second man as I slip my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts. He’s completely bald and less muscular than the first man, built more like a runner than a lifter. The third has black hair and it’s tied behind his head in a short ponytail. He’s too pale to be a sports player, so I give a shot in the dark guess and assume that he’s a personal trainer here in the gym.

  I look over all three of them one more time as I pull off my shorts and step out of them. “I think we can work something out,” I say in a soft voice. I hope that they don’t think that the tremble is from how deeply I want to be fucked. “My name’s Holly,” I add in a kind of afterthought. I step closer and get a chance to read their name tags. The first is Nick, a weight lifting trainer. The second is Daniel, a yoga instructor. The third I had also pegged a bit wrong; his name is Greg and he’s a life guard.

  ‘A yoga instructor…must be flexible,’ my brain fills in for me before I realize that there was a lifeguard at the pool all along.

  “Hey wait,” I say, grabbing hold of the distraction. “If you’re the lifeguard, then you must have seen that couple fucking in the pool just now.”

  Greg blinks at me and then laughs. “That’s the owner and her husband. They do that from time to time. And it’s not like we can really tell them not to. I don’t think anyone’s ever seen them going at it before though.” He takes a few steps towards me and puts a hand on my stomach. Right into my ear he growls, “Did it turn you on, seeing them fuck?”

  My body kicks into overdrive. The panic evaporates from m
e, and that driving need floods back in. I use my feet to take off my shoes and my socks, and I give all three of them a shaky nod. Nick smirks, gestures for me to follow him, and walks out the door. Greg releases me and picks up my clothes, my shoes, my towel, and my phone. Daniel takes me by the wrist when it becomes clear that I still don’t understand, and pulls me out into the hall. There isn’t anyone there, but I’m still flushed with renewed embarrassment at being led by the wrist, completely naked, on display for the amusement of these three men. The shame of it builds up to a naughty thrill in my chest as we enter a more private room meant for lessons. It only takes the light switch flipping on for me to realize why they picked this room. The floor and walls are all padded, except for one wall that’s just a mirror.

  Greg drops all my things in a heap by the door, and he locks it behind us. There aren’t any windows in this room; it’s only meant for private training. I wonder if anyone else has ever fucked in here before, and the thought of it sends my breathing out of control. The sight of myself in the mirror wall, my cheeks flushed and knees knocking together as I grind my thighs into each other, I know how I must look to these men. I know how much I need this, and I know how much they know it.

  Daniel is the first to shed his clothes, dropping his shirt carelessly behind him to expose muscles far more defined than I had expected, but I dismiss the surprise almost immediately. Yoga takes a lot of discipline and core strength once you get into it. As his shorts drop to the floor, I get a good view of his erection. It’s more impressive than the outline of it I had seen in his shorts. I take a tentative step towards him, and meeting no kind of negative response, I move to stand in front of him. His hands drag over my ribs and come to rest on my shoulders, pushing me down to the padded floor.