Until Alex

by J. S. Wilder

  Mrs. Watson changed which leg dominated over the other and clasped her hands together, to reflect an aura of power. I relaxed back in my leather chair, wondering what this flawless beauty that was before me had to offer other than sex. Shit, I had plenty of that, but I remember staring at her mouth, wanting to put my cock in it. Her cheekbones were chiseled to perfection, and it appeared that it would fit nicely round my sheath. I bet she knew how to suck hard, just the way I’ve always liked it.

  “I´m not here for me,” she said for the second time that day and paused waiting for my reaction. I didn’t react. I listened as I always do unless you’re fucking me. In that case, I’m the one that speaks and instructs.

  “My daughter needs help,” she said.

  Shit, I ain´t no counselor, I thought.

  “Look, lady,” I said as I reached across the table. I needed to stretch. She was taking too long to get to the point and I had a class scheduled in twenty minutes.

  “I’m not a counselor. Didn’t you see the sign? It’s a gym. Explain to me how that’s unclear.”

  “I did and I know where I am. What I need-” she got up and started pacing back and forth in my office like she was the one pulling the strings. Mrs. Watson was starting to piss me off.

  “I need you to have four weeks of your special lessons with my daughter. That´s all. Nice and easy.” She clapped her hands together like she had discovered a cure for cancer. “It’s called BNU isn’t it?”

  What? She has got to be fucking kidding me.

  No one comes into my place of business and tells me who to recruit. I decide who is accepted and who’s not or rather Tina does. She sat back down and crossed her legs once more. I stood and saw that she was wearing a garter. That´s right, a fucking red and white, laced garter. She didn´t even try to hide it. She just looked at me, flapping those long, luscious eyelashes, and I found myself walking towards her, bending down, and stating what was going to happen.

  “Of course, but what’s in it for me? I don’t do favors, ever. You want her in; show me what you’re going to do to convince me she deserves a chance in my program. You have one shot or you can get the fuck out of my office.” She made me angry by her presumptions about her daughter.

  I wanted to run my tongue down her leg and take that garter off with my teeth. When she stood up I saw her panties were missing. Damn, this woman was hot. I felt my cock harden at the sight.

  She simply nodded and said, “I´ll give your assistant the details and then we can start.” Beautiful and smart, I like it.

  I nodded like a puppy, obedient to his master. I knew by allowing her daughter to sign up and tasting this woman that I would get a sample of what her daughter’s pussy would be like. My length rose, hard and strong, knowing that Mrs. Watson was about to find out just what her daughter would be getting.

  Chapter Seven

  Let the games begin…

  The first of the two recruits are set to graduate tonight. It’s been a stressful three weeks. Tina, my assistant signals that they’re here and being prepped as she takes them to the dressing room. They’ve got a choice of seven fantasies, each one with a different theme¸ and each one with a name for the night. This week’s the seven deadly sins. Women go wild at my house of sin, the dirtier the better.

  Welcome to my house. Let’s get started shall we…

  Choose your sin:

  Greed

  Gluttony

  Lust

  Envy

  Sloth

  Wrath

  Pride

  Each is referenced by color.

  Greed’s color is red; also known as the red royals. In this category, a greedy bitch, I´ll give her too much, until she begs me to stop.

  Gluttony ‘s color is yellow, defined by their need to overindulge, shall be termed as the yellow yens. They think that they´re all action, binging on their need for sex, among other things. It usually works out they can´t take the heat when given nonstop. It’s funny how that works. They´re the ones usually pleading for me to let up in the middle of the game, but I don´t. I make them go on and on until I decide it’s over.

  Lust is black, my personal favorite. Maybe, because I’m twisted as fuck. With lust you can imagine anything you want. These little vixens are my lust bunnies, as I call them. Their passion and hunger for me to fuck them until their pussies are bruised landed them the name. I love it when bitches choose black. These are the ones that want to please and want to get pleasure.

  Envy’s green. They’re called my green rangers, and for good reason, always full of frustration and coveting the others. I get them to watch mainly. They´re usually the complaining bitches wanting something else, no matter what you give to them. I don´t do hardly anything at all. I let them watch and want what the others experience. I just get them to listen and visualize as I tease them a bit.

  Sloth is gray, my storms. They don’t do anything, always expecting others to pull all the weight while they sit back and watch. When I try to make them work, the storm comes. Not with me, fuck that. I make them work. I can´t stand lazy bitches.

  Wrath is purple, my black roses. Anger is deep and dark, just like the color. I call them my black roses, because in actuality, a black rose is made from a red rose soaking in ink water, allowing black ink to travel up the stem, transforming the flower into a deep purple. Wrath, when allowed to build, runs deep and breed’s aggression, violence, and evil, so I make them work hard, expending it.

  Pride is pink. They think they´re too nice to submit or mind. I call them my pink panthers, always preying on the weak. I make them get dirty and then clean them up again. I make them sweat the hardest. I will break them.

  Let the games begin…

  Two women mean two different choices. A little spice makes everything nice. I love seeing them in their outfits, defined by the color they chose. Their choice of color defines character, both who they are and how they need to be treated in the bedroom.

  Women love the themes and the names. They get excited role-playing, and one thing which is needed in order to have a great night, is fun. Effort and interest are added bonuses, because they make the fucking even better.

  I´m a little nervous about tonight. Why? I never get anxious. I’ve fucked enough women to know that I’m a fucking stallion. It’s just that Ms. Watson has got me all twisted up. Like mother like daughter, I suppose. What’s up with these Watson women? The mother was sexy, no doubt, but the daughter is something else entirely.

  She never signed up for this herself. Usually, it’s their boyfriends, future husbands, or current husbands, but never their mothers. The thing is, her mother was kind of convincing; yep, she was fucking hot. She made it impossible to say no. One of the best dick sucking’s I’ve ever had…

  My mind throws out the memories of Mrs. Watson as I attempt to concentrate on tonight. I walk out of my office and into Tina´s. I knew she had the door closed. She always does on these nights. I’m dressed and ready for the event at hand. I have on my pin striped suit that comes off with one pull for the top and another for the bottom. Ladies go wild when they see me in it. There´s something about a guy in black that drive women crazy. I’m not sure if it’s my jet-black hair or my green eyes. Fuck, even I love this suit.

  “So, tonight we have Lust and Greed,” Tina sighs while putting her dark hair into a ponytail. Tina’s a bit of a strange one. In the gym she walks around like plain Jane. You wouldn´t even think she was hot, because she’s always wearing those baggy shorts and shirts, like she´s a born again virgin. At night, she’s completely different. When she hits the town, damn, all men stand down.

  She creates a dominating presence when she enters a room that drives men wild, often when they come and see her at work. They tend to make a few enquiries when jilted by her and find out she works at the gym. When they see her at work I love watching the expression on their faces unfold when they find out the two women are one and the same. The hot vixen at night is so different from the plain Jane d
uring the day.

  When I asked her why such a dramatic difference, she says ‘Too many women in the gym with too much make-up on, trying hard to pick up men that are here with the primary interest in gaining a fit body. I’m here to work, not gain the approval of men.’

  I must admit, I wonder, why women wear make-up to the gym. I find it odd myself. They come to train, yet they’re emphasizing physical attributes not necessary when it’s about to be sweated off. Then, when they begin exercising, they complain about their bodies hurting during the class, at times you push them too hard. No pain, no gain; the motto for anyone that works out. Shit, if these girls don’t come to sweat and push hard, how do they expect to lose fat and gain muscle? You have to work your fucking body to obtain the common goal, to be physically attractive!

  “My two favorite sins are going to be fucking me tonight. Let´s get this party started!” I grab my fake pistol and use the side steps from Tina´s office to get to the main room. I´m going all out tonight, and I guess I’ll see if they can handle it.

  Those bitches won´t know what’s hit them.

  Chapter Eight

  Tina has them prepped as usual. There´s a bathroom connecting to the dungeon; shit, or at least that’s what I call it; the dungeon of fucking.

  I love my women showered and shaved from head to toe. As I walk in, Greed and Lust not only look the part, but smell it too. There is an aroma of sensuality and silk lingering in the air. Greed is wearing edible panties up her ass, so I can eat them out of her later. The thought has me salivating.

  They gulp at the sight of me with their mouths wide open. Greed looks like she wants to rip my clothes off. She’ll probably swallow me whole; the greedy bitch.

  Damn, Greed’s got it going on with her sexy sinner outfit, a small crop top barely holding her tits in, because she has a bit of a spillage. Shit, I can´t wait to rip that apart later on, her sexy skirt and those edible panties. I like easy access, short and minimal. I get them to keep on their outfit until the end. There’s nothing hotter than a bit of a tease throughout the night.

  I make sure they get hot and sweaty, dripping in their outfit. Then, I know it’s time to rip them off, slowly, but surely. Greed has her horns on and a pitchfork in her hand, ready for action. I love a lady with stockings, and this one is fucking perfect. She sure is a fucking devil.

  Holy shit, Lust’s turning me on in her sexy police officer outfit. She has on a hat with the badge and a short dress barely covering her ass. Damn, that sexy tie and garter, I want her to arrest me now. I’ll gladly plead guilty to assaulting an officer. I stare at her for a brief moment, taking in her tanned complexion, her dark hair tied up and ready for me to grab. Her long legs are toned and ready to be squeezed. She’s shaking with nerves and avoiding looking at me. Instead, her eyes are on Greed for support.

  Lust’s mom signed her up, the infamous Mrs. Watson. Her hot, cock-sucking mom, who made everyone feel like shit, but in the end look who was on her knees ready to do as she was told. She enveloped my dick like she was born to suck. It’s amazing what a person can do when they want something bad enough. No one has sucked me like a fucking fat kid with a lollipop, fast, hard, and deep.

  When it was over, her mom´s instructions were clear, and I´ve been waiting to hook up that pussy for a long time now. I´m going to pump it so good that when she leaves so will her insecurities. She will own her pussy like all women should, choosing when they let a man sample it.

  “Ladies,” I announce with my gun up in the air. “You’ll do as I say and when I say it.”

  Tina briefed them, but I like to reiterate the rules, so that they ‘re clear:

  “This ain’t no fucking porno. There’ll be no girl on girl or man on man shit. We’ll stick to the theme, meaning this is straight shit all the way!”

  I pause for a second making sure they’re paying attention.

  “Listen to what I say and don’t question me or you’re out. There’s nothing worse than being hard and having to stop mid thrust, because you can’t listen.”

  Their eyes widen slightly. “I don’t have time or patience for women that don’t understand simple instructions. We aren’t in any relationship, don’t think otherwise at any point,” I shout.

  I walk closer to them so I can make the last thing perfectly clear.

  “My rules are simple. In case you may have forgotten a few, I’ll go over them one last time. I fuck you where I want and how I want. I tell you what to do and you do it! I’m going to make you come in ways you never knew were possible, and when it’s all over I don’t want you asking me for more. This isn’t a show. There are no refunds.”

  They both stand and look at me like I’m their teacher. Shit, I’m their fucking professor and they’re going to do a whole lot of learning tonight.

  “Anytime you want to get cute and do your own shit, remember that I warned you. This will be your first and last chance. Should you fuck up, we won’t be finishing the night. Am I clear,” I ask, pointing my gun at Greed. Shit, she looks hungry. Her expression hints she would try and sign up every week if she had the chance.

  She starts panting like a puppy. In some ways it’s sexy, knowing she wants it that bad. Well, I can´t help it if that´s the affect I have on women.

  Next, I point it at Lust, Ms. Watson. She gulps and then stares at Greed again for a brief second before nodding solemnly. I walk up to her slowly and say, “Don´t worry Lust, I´ll have you begging for mercy.” I wink, never giving her a chance to answer before leading them to the next room.

  My excitement’s climbing the fucking walls as I remember what happened prior to my arrival in the dungeon.

  I’d been watching them on the camera in my office before I stepped into the dungeon. Lust was asking Greed if she had been through the program before. Greed’s answer was simple and sweet. “Nope, no one gets to, but everyone wants to.”

  Lust just looked at her, confused, and questioned, “Why would anyone want to do this again?”

  Greed turned around and answered her, shocked that she would ask such a question. ”This is going to be the ride of your life, sugar. All that prep and tonight we graduate,” she screeched.

  Lust moved closer to her. “We get fucked, we don’t graduate. We don’t get a certificate of any kind.”

  “We don’t need one, silly.” She shook her, as if she was trying to shake some sense into her.” This is better. You’ll remember what you did after tonight. You’ll feel brand new.”

  “Yes, I know the name of the program,” she blurted as she gazed in the mirror. I watched, unable to look away.

  “But, I’m not sure you understand it,” Greed said, and carried on applying her make-up.

  I decided then and there that Greed knew what it was about, really about. It’s not just about sex. There’s a confidence that comes with deciding what you want and going after it, especially in sex. Screw the people that tell you that you’re worthless or no good, draining you of your self-assurance. When women leave here, it’s with the attitude they can have anything they want with the right skill, attitude, and tools. The fact she has an appreciation of that makes me want to fuck her even more.

  Lust kept looking at Greed and when the penny finally dropped she sighed and carried on doing her own make-up.

  I liked watching the anticipation. Some ladies look in the mirror over and over again to make sure that they´re ready for Alex to appear.

  Some, although not many, think about the situation like Lust is doing now, thinking, what the fuck am I doing here?

  Either way they were about to find out.

  Chapter Nine

  I walk ahead of them, getting them to focus on my ass. The room has sensor lighting. Fuck, I want them to see what I want them to see. I need them to focus on what I want them to focus on, nothing else and nothing more.

  Some find my dominance intimidating. Those are the horny ones; the ones that eye me up and down and over again, dreaming about me in their room each night. When
they come here their loss of control intimidates them. It seems women only want what they can´t have. When they get it, they don´t know what to do with it.

  I don´t give them a chance to think. That’s my job. The only thing they have to remember is I’m their king, ruler, and everything else to control them. For the time they’re my puppets. Sometimes, if I think they’re going to be a handful, I let one of the other instructors in the room with me, not often, because I´m selfish like that.

  I train these women and I convert them into beautiful fucking swans. I put them on a diet, a controlled diet is good for a woman. I like my women to keep their bodies clean. They eat what I say and they exercise, like I demand.

  Why?

  It’s not about their weight. Hell, I´ve had big women in here. They perform better than the skinny bitches. It’s about willpower and stamina. Size has nothing to do with it.

  Lust will arrest me after Greed has had her wicked way with me, then I´m going to make them both watch. Later tonight, I’ll blindfold them.

  Lust’s emotions are flooding from her eyes. I need to put some upbeat music on, get us pumped, and match our movements to the beat with a whole lot of fucking.

  As the two women trail behind me, I stop. Good, they didn´t bump into me which means they’re paying attention. This is going to be a fun night. There’s a wooden chair in the middle of the room. I want to taste Lust’s pussy now.

  I drop my gun on the floor. Lust looks at me with her eyes wide open, hugging onto her police cuffs for dear life.

  Nah, she needs to get warmed up, because she´s too stiff. I pick up the gun from where I previously dropped it. Greed looks disappointed. The music’s playing hard and I know she has plenty of stamina. I saw her in training. Fuck, I pushed all the buttons and I´m about to make her work hard.

  I point the gun at Lust chest, hard. I need a reaction from her, something to make her focus and start getting into the swing of things. This shy shit has to go.