The Dom's Secret

by Cassandra Dee

  And as I watched, mesmerized, she parted her thighs slightly, squatting a bit and I could see that the insides of her legs were smeared with cream, the evidence of her arousal.

  “Fuck little girl, all day today?” I rasped hoarsely, a finger going out to trace over that damp flesh in circles, sample the pussy cream on her leg.

  “All day,” she confirmed, nodding her head slowly. “All day Jase, I’ve been dripping from the thought of being with you, feeling you in me.”

  And as I watched, mesmerized, another bead of juice edged out from her slit, joining the nectar on her leg and in a slow motion, I rubbed the ambrosia into her skin, the scent of her arousal pungent, heady around us. I took a deep breath, loving the scent of Katy’s cunt, ready to burrow myself into her. But I wanted more, I wanted to see exactly what she’d done.

  “Show me how you shave,” I rasped deeply in my throat. “Show me how you do it.”

  And the brunette tittered again. My weird request didn’t sound so weird now that we were being intimate.

  “Well first,” she began, reaching a hand between her legs and squatting more. Oh god, even that movement was so alluring, so dirty that I almost lost it, ready to throw her onto the bed in an instant, ravage her without any niceties. But Katy was on a roll and smiled at me again, eyes coy. “First, I pull my pussy apart like this,” she said, demonstrating by putting a finger on each side of her labia and opening herself to me, letting me see those moist walls, the hotly gleaming pink channel. And my dick lost it slightly then, letting go with a tiny spurt, a small gush of pre-cum soaking my jeans. The restriction of the stiff denim was fucking annoying and I unzipped my pants, letting my boner pop out, its full ten inches stiff, massive and imposing in the small space between us.

  Katy gasped when she saw it, mouth dropping open a bit, eyes going liquid, filled with want and need. But she was having too much fun to stop.

  “And then,” she continued coyly. “I take a razor like so,” she said, miming holding an imaginary razor in her hand, “and pull it up this lip, and then that lip, making sure I get a close shave.”

  I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t stop myself. Fisting my dick with one hand, I trailed the fingers of my other through her sweet snatch, catching that hot pussy juice on my digits, feeling her swollen, pulsing folds.

  “Like this?” I breathed, our foreheads almost touching as we looked down at our dirty play, my big hand caressing that beautiful vagina. “Like this?”

  She moaned, throwing her head back, panting.

  “Yes, exactly like that,” she managed through small gasps. “Exactly like that.”

  I chuckled deep in my throat. I wasn’t the only one walking a tightrope, Katy wanted this as badly as I did and was ready for me to fuck her, there was no mistaking the hot cream on my hand, the way her clit was so big, so stiff, pulsing in the air as she spread herself for me. But I still hadn’t had enough of our loveplay.

  “And then what next?” I ground out, my eyes all over that luscious body. “Tell me what you do next.”

  And here, she got a saucy look in her eye.

  “Well, I don’t just shave my pussy, I shave … you know, in back.”

  My dick punched out once more at those words. She shaved her asshole? That illicit brown pucker was bare and winking, free of any hairs for me?

  And Katy nodded, confirming.

  “Yes, I shave back there but it’s hard,” she said, mock complaining, eyes dancing. “It’s hard to reach around yourself and my hand gets all twisted, it’s so awkward. And yesterday, I ran out of time with … well you know, Brent. So do you want to do it now, big boy? Wanna shave my anus, honey, all around my sweet spot?”

  The mention of Brent’s name jolted me rudely, bringing a slight nasty feeling, but fuck, the sex haze was so strong, so arousing, that I swallowed, forcing the bile down. Because I knew how to even the field.

  “Baby,” I ground out. “Brent took your pussy cherry, but I’m taking your ass,” I rasped.

  And instead of looking shocked or annoyed, Katy just smiled at me sweetly.

  “It’s yours,” she promised. “See? There’s enough of me to go around, you’re good at sharing,” she praised, making my chest puff out with pride. “But first,” she murmured, “you’ve got to shave me.”

  And my dick spurted again on its own, pre-cum shooting out involuntarily, coating her leg, dripping down her calf.

  “Oh!” mewled my girl, looking down. “Looks like your pole wants me, wants me bad.”

  “It does,” I confirmed, breathing hard. “It does. But honey, yeah, I’ll shave you first, it’d be my honor.”

  And in two seconds, I strode to the bathroom and was back, a razor in one hand plus a small cup of water and some shaving cream.

  “Bend over,” I commanded. “Put your hands on the bedpost and bend over.”

  This time, Katy shimmied out of her skirt, lifting her t-shirt over her head so that she was completely nude now, every pink bit winking, jiggling, before turning around and placing her small hands on the sturdy oak post, bending over and bumping her butt a bit, those big fleshy orbs jouncing up and down.

  “Like this, Jase?” she breathed, coyly looking at me over her shoulder. “Like this?” And with another wiggle of her hips, she angled her legs wider so that she was bared from clit to asshole, everything so beautiful, nubile, wet and all for me.

  And I couldn’t help myself. With a deep groan, I pressed my face to her behind and licked all the way from bottom to top, drinking the cream, sucking her juice from her hole before finishing with a flick to her asshole with my tongue.

  “Ohhhhh,” she moaned, head dropping between her shoulders, knees growing weak and shivery. “Ohhhh!”

  I chuckled deeply, massaging her haunches with big fists.

  “Get ready baby girl, because I haven’t even started,” I growled, and with that, I spurted some shaving cream into my hand before bringing it to her luscious butt, massaging sensuously, in small circles around her back hole.

  “Ohhh!” she moaned throatily again, eyes closed, hips wriggling a bit. “Oh!”

  I chuckled.

  “Baby, I haven’t even touched that pucker yet, you think you can hold on?” I ground out. “Because here goes.”

  And with gentle hands, I slipped a finger to that dark star, gently stroking it, feeling the soft pleats tense under my hand before relaxing, the hole so tight, so arousing, begging me to touch more, to sample.

  “Fuck, you’re so small,” I ground out. “Fuck.”

  Katy just mewled beneath me, eyes closed, big boobs pendulous and huge as they swung beneath her torso.

  “Please,” she panted. “Please, Jase, please.”

  “Please what?” I grunted, my eyes glued to her juicy ass, those big cheeks bountiful and white, highlighted by the brown pucker in the middle and the creamy slit down below. “Please this?” I asked, circling her anus once more before pressing my finger against it.

  “Oh!” she whined, breathless, tossing her head back with ecstasy. “Yes!”

  “Yes is right,” I growled, “because I’m not even in yet. Come on baby, relax, let Daddy into your sweetness, let me feel you in back,” I cajoled.

  Katy tried to relax, taking deep breaths, inhaling heavily and then exhaling with a gust.

  “That’s it,” I growled. “Yeah, just like that,” and with a little bit of worming, a bit of screwing into her center, I was able to pop through her tight sphincter and bury myself one knuckle up into that musty back door. The smell of her female essence surrounded us, so heavy and enticing that I inhaled deeply, losing myself in her spice, the unmistakable arousal that was the beautiful brunette.

  And I began running my finger in and out, slowly at first, gently testing her back door before edging another finger in to join the first, stretching out that sweetness, preparing her for me.

  “That’s right, honey,” I growled, pressing my lips to her ass. “I’m big and you’re small back here, so I wa
nt to stretch you out, I want you to be ready for me.”

  And she mewled again, wordless, in the thralls of pleasure. Her ass contracted against my fingers before relaxing once more and I could tell Katy was consciously trying to let go, to let her body enjoy the sweet slide of my digits.

  “That’s it,” I complimented again. “Give yourself up because it feels good, doesn’t it, little butt slut? You’ve never been touched here before, never had a man slide his fingers deep into your anus.”

  And with that the girl’s moans crescendoed into a full-on whine of pure ecstasy, unable to hold back anymore. Because Katy came full force then, her ass clamping around my fingers once, hard, before letting go in a shower of tremors, each more vivid than the last, her plump body shaking, shivering with each spasm.

  “Oh god!” she shrieked, lifting that perfect profile to the skies, lips slightly parted, eyes squeezed shut with ecstasy. “Oh god!”

  And I kissed her haunches as I tunneled my fingers in deep, the hefty flesh squeezing me again and again as she shattered, gasping and screaming, those big boobs swaying to and fro as she struggled to maintain her balance, gripping the headboard, elbows locked.

  “Umph,” I grunted, lapping her butt cheeks once more. “That’s it baby girl, let it all out, let it all out.”

  And she threw her head back once more and shrieked again, loud, before dissolving into a series of small shudders.

  “Oh god Jase, oh god oh god,” she panted, head dropping between her shoulders, haunches quivering and jerking. “Oh god!”

  And finally, things calmed a bit, her breathing growing more even, stilling, that sweet, sleek form glistening with a sheen of sweat. It was only then that the pretty brunette looked over her shoulder, shy despite what had happened, with my digits still locked deep in her body.

  “Jason,” she murmured. “That was amazing … but there’s more right? I mean,” and here she colored, “fingers don’t count right?”

  And my cock popped out like a fucking jack in the box, ready to take, to own, to control. Because Katy was right, a finger fucking doesn’t count, and I was more than ready to do my duty.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Katy

  It was so illicit, I could hardly believe what was happening. On the one hand, I’d given up my pussy cherry a mere twenty-four hours ago to Brent, a man I lived with. And now I was giving up my ass cherry to Jason, a man I’d adored for the last year. How did life get so complicated?

  But the thing is that it wasn’t complicated at all because somehow things felt right. I was confused at first, my emotions tugging me this way and that because I felt like I had to choose. I felt I could only have either Brent or Jason, and that being with both was something that only trashy girls did.

  But during fifth period, I’d looked it up on my phone. There were so many sites on “multiple love,” “polyamory,” and even teen magazines dispensing advice to girls who liked more than one boy. I chuckled at that one. Sure, I was still in high school so I guess I fit their demographic, but this was more than a passing phase, more than just a fling. I was in love with two men, couldn’t wait to have them both, and the question was how exactly we were going to work this out.

  Because I desperately wanted it to work out. I wanted to have both men with me, separately or together I wasn’t sure, but there had to be some combination that would make sense for all three of us. I wasn’t sure what it was yet, the articles on-line seemed to harp on a lot of therapy, a lot of “open-hearted talking,” and at this moment, we hadn’t had a serious discussion. In fact, Brent didn’t even know about Jason yet, putting us at square one, if not square zero.

  So I stepped into our trailer after school thinking that maybe we’d chat a little, maybe Jason and I had some more talking to do after our impassioned discussion this morning. I was totally prepared to sit down with him and brainstorm a little. But he’s an alpha male with something to prove, namely that Brent isn’t the only man in my life. So we started exploring almost immediately, our bodies hot and hungry for one another, not a second to lose.

  But Jason, as much as I love him, pulled back. Again, it’s this male ego thing and I almost cried when he asked, “What did you do with Brent yesterday?”

  I flopped around like a fish gasping for air because what good would it do if he knew? How would that help?

  “Nothing,” I murmured, head down before looking straight at him again. Because being a shy pansy wasn’t going to get anything done, I needed to be direct. “What I did with Brent yesterday has no bearing on what we’re about to do,” I said seriously.

  But again, male egos run strong especially with alphas, and Jason wouldn’t let it go.

  “I have to know,” he growled, shaking his head. “I have to know.”

  So instead, I detoured.

  “Well,” I murmured, “I shaved myself yesterday, you know … like down there,” I said, demonstrating a little, parting my thighs and running an imaginary razor through my pink folds.

  And that was enough. I didn’t have to say anything about how Brent shaved me, how he pulled my labia back with big, gentle fingers, and traced the razor carefully over my sensitive skin before dropping a kiss on my clit, lapping lightly at his work.

  Instead, Jason was fixated on my pink pussy, how it creamed wetly, how I opened it for him, letting him look inside, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god, I’d been able to lead away from that dangerous train of thought and we could get back to our love play.

  And oh god, but it was amazing. He shaved my back pucker, running his finger around the tight pleats before penetrating me, making me shiver, scream, the feel of those blunt digits in my ass so dirty and delicious. And incredibly, I came from the ass play. I couldn’t help it, I’d never done it before and the shock, the taboo aspect was so strong, so overwhelming, that I creamed hard, my butt and pussy spasming as electricity ran through my body, making me moan and cry out his name.

  The big man was pleased, there was no doubt about that. He leaned forward to kiss my back, press his lips against the sinuous S of my waist.

  “That, honey, was a damn good butt fuck,” he growled.

  And I turned to look at him over my shoulder. The dirty words should have made me angry, should have made my skin crawl with disgust but instead they just turned me on, made my temp begin to rise once again.

  “But Jason,” I murmured coyly, still panting. “What about you? You haven’t put it in yet,” I said, nodding towards his pole. His staff was so big, so aroused, that veins pulsed wetly along the top and bottom, the tip dripping like a leaky faucet, a steady stream of cum oozing off to form a pool on the floor.

  And he grinned at me then.

  “I know, baby girl,” he said smoothly. “And here’s where we’re gonna use the reinforced bed.”

  My breath caught. Jason is good with his hands, he has a real talent for working with raw materials, and he built this bed himself. I remember when he hauled it into the trailer in parts, there’d been so much sturdy oak that I’d laughed, sure it wasn’t going to fit. But once he set it up, I ate my words because it was marvelous. A giant California King, it was big enough to romp freely in, with a huge, ornate headboard he’d carved with a geometric design, hard-edged trapezoids and triangles.

  I’d teased him about it.

  “So what are you gonna do with this?” I asked. “You got a girl you want to bring home for some sassy play?”

  Back then, there had been no indication that he was interested, so it was just friendly banter, although my heart twinged at the thought of Jason with another woman.

  But his eyes clouded over, the blue suddenly mysterious and shuttered.

  “Naw,” he said, not looking at me. “Just wanted a bigger bed to sleep in.”

  And I looked over him appreciatively because yeah, my housemate had filled out a lot in the last year and was truly a man now, tall, huge, filling up all the space in the small trailer. My heart beat faster, body growing soft at the thought
of Jason naked between the sheets, his muscled chest bare, long legs hidden only by thin cotton. But this was back then and my cheeks colored at the illicit daydreams.

  “Oh okay,” I murmured. “Yeah, bigger is better.”

  And now that refrain danced in my head as I looked at the alpha. Because oh god, his dick was huge. Ten inches at least, pulsing with power, and oh god, he was going to put it so hard in me that I’d be clenching my teeth, gripping the headboard in agony and ecstasy. Oh my god, oh my god … yes.

  So I climbed up onto the soft mattress, wiggling my ass at him, throwing my curls over my back while looking coyly over my shoulder.

  “Let’s use the bed then,” I purred. “Let’s try this baby out.”

  And Jason growled low in his throat, on me in an instant, his big body covering mine from behind, like a blanket, my back pressed to his chest as he nibbled my neck.

  “That’s right, baby girl,” he whispered against my skin. “I’ll be making you scream and shout so loud, feel so good, that we’re gonna break this fucking thing.”

  And I shivered deep then, my insides running wet once more, desperately delicious, wanting him, tilting my head back to savor his touch, his mouth locking with mine.

  “Mmm,” I murmured. “I can’t wait, big boy,” and with that it was on. I perched on my hands and knees as Jason ravished my body. He was all over me, stroking me everywhere, kissing me everywhere, loving me with every fiber of his being.

  “Oh god,” I cried out, panting breathily as the big man bit into my soft haunches, leaving a half-moon circle of teeth marks. “Oh god.”

  But that was only the beginning because Jason crouched behind me then and slipped his tongue against my snatch, running that wetness all the way from clit to asshole, dipping his tongue in at the top, savoring my rusty star once more.

  “Oh god!” I screamed, eyes squeezed shut with ecstasy, throwing my head back, elbows locked to keep myself upright. “Oh god!”