The Scandal : A BBW ALPHA MALE BWWM ROMANCE

by Cassie Verano

  Moans escaped from her throat as she pushed the vibrator further down her throat, creating a musical humming sensation. Turning my head sideways, I used my shoulder to wipe the drool from my chin as I yearned to have her actions reciprocated on me.

  Opening her pussy lips wider, I groaned at the sight of her glistening pinkness wanting to taste her, just a lick if nothing else. But she was punishing me, and I was sure that I wouldn’t get that taste that I so desired.

  One finger, two fingers, three fingers, and four pushed inside of her as she continued sucking on the vibrator. I watched as she slid up and down the beanbag while inserting her fingers inside of herself and pulling them out again.

  Once her fingers were completely covered in her juices, slick and shiny, she sucked them into her mouth and moaned. I think the action alone almost made her cum.

  Using her fingers, she opened her pussy lips further until all I could see was soft, pink flesh looking like layers of cotton. Sweet heaven that I wanted to slip inside.

  But it wasn’t me that was sliding into her, bringing her pleasure beyond what she could imagine. Instead, it was that orange piece of hard plastic that got to do the things I wanted to do. It was that orange plastic causing her to moan and cry out as her other hand rubbed those massive breasts, tugging at chocolate-dipped nipples.

  She shoved the vibrator further inside of her, crying out as she switched speeds. Her body shook with the intensity of her pleasure.

  Thighs parted generously; her pussy gulped the vibrator inside.

  Damn! My Queen was about to drown the damn thing as if she were the pool, and it was her victim.

  I wanted to sink inside of her cushiony folds; I was certain that I would not drown, and the cries she released now would be incomparable to the shrieks I would provoke. And the way she sucked the vibrator down her throat surely wouldn’t happen to me.

  I would try to snatch out her uvula with my dick and wrap around her vocal cords, and strike a new chord in her heart; it wasn’t going to be easy for her.

  Frustration appeared on her face, and I knew she wanted more than what that damned vibrator could give to her. I waited until she finished,, pulled something from the box of toys at the foot of the bed, and hid it behind her back.

  Finally, she came to my side. Removing the handcuffs, she pulled me to my feet.

  “I need you to fuck my ass.”

  Licking my lips, I got excited as she bent over the bed.

  “With this,” she said, passing me a purple vibrator.

  Disappointment filled me inside.

  Taking the vibrator from her, I grabbed some lube resting in the box on the bench at the foot of the bed and greased her up well before applying some to the vibrator.

  Gently I entered it inside of her and switched it on.

  “Ooohhhh,” she moaned, her lips puckered into a sweet “O.”

  My hands massaged her ass cheeks as I pulled the vibrator to the tip and inserted it again. She bit down on her lip, crying out as I used my other hand to massage her pussy. I couldn’t help it, refused to deny myself the sweetest pleasure.

  Waiting until she was deeply steeped in indulgence, I removed my fingers from her pussy and sucked them into my mouth. Damn, she was so sweet that I wanted to lick her badly. Yet, I knew that I might get punished for that simple act of defiance.

  Again, I inserted my fingers into her slickness as she backed her ass up, further taking more of the vibrator inside of her. Increasing my pace with the vibrator and my fingers, she climbed onto the bed, scooting her knees up to her chest.

  Her ass was wide open for me to dig deeper inside of her hole as my fingers spread deeper and further into her cavern. Her cries of pleasure and pain rang out through the room.

  When she finished, her body shook with satisfaction, and I withdrew my fingers. Licking the juices off them, I looked down at my dick.

  My Queen still lay on the bed, and I couldn’t help but grab my dick and began sliding my hand up and down it. Using my other hand, I rubbed the juices off her pussy and liberally applied them to my dick, along with a cock ring that I removed from the basket of toys. Squeezing my hand up and down my shaft, I began to moan, getting her attention.

  She rolled over onto her side and watched me with a smile on her face. Dropping my head back, I imagined the tightness I felt, and the harder erection I wore was from being inside of my Queen. Overwhelmed by the feeling, I removed the cock ring.

  “My Queen, do I have permission to release on you?” I asked at the brink of expulsion.

  “Yes, Midnight. Right, here,” she said, indicating her ample breasts.

  Climbing onto the bed and straddling her, I placed my cock between her breasts and watched as she squeezed them together. My dick slid back and forth along her smooth skin, basking in the warmth between her breasts until I finally jacked myself off, watching as my seed spilled over her breasts, down her neck, and unto the bed underneath.

  I wasn’t sure how much longer I would be able to hold out with no sex, but I knew that she would be well worth the wait when I got her.

  CHAPTER 9 – INDIGO

  A hard day at work had turned into a hard week. I’d been trying hard to get back to the club all week to meet up with Midnight. Over the past three weeks, I’d made it to the club at least three times each week.

  Doctor appointments, my parents requiring my attendance at dinner two separate nights, and my monthly visitor making an untimely appearance had all collaborated to keep me from the club for a week.

  Tonight was my spare time, and tonightfirst night back, and I needed to take that stress out on Midnight more than ever. I loved meeting up with him because the man did wonders for my stress levels. No matter what pain I dished out or punishment I issued, he took it like a champ.

  His beautiful, lean, olive-colored body was my delicious playground. I loved soothing him as much as I loved inflicting pain and punishment. But what I loved, even more, was how my body felt underneath the sensual attentive touch of his fingertips.

  Surprisingly, Midnight had taken to checking on me throughout the week to make sure that I was having a good week. I enjoyed our Zoom calls, though we turned off camera access. He genuinely seemed to care beyond the sexual release outlet of our BDSM relationship.

  After the first visit, I’d purchased several leather outfits similar to the first one, always careful to keep my black mask in place. But this evening, when I’d confirmed our appointment, he asked if he could leave me a gift.

  I knew that meant he wanted to purchase an outfit for me. I’d permitted him to do that and knew that he would have had it delivered before my arrival.

  Now, as I stepped into our room, I slowly began undressing as I made my way to the bar.

  Tonight, I needed the liquor to help me shed the day’s stress.

  I swallowed the liquor and poured another glass before I made my way to the bedroom to see what Midnight left for me.

  Laughing, I picked up the leather ensemble. A leather t-strap that laced in the front was nothing more than a strip of leather. Sliding into it, I fitted the piece of leather underneath my breasts, which gave them a level of boost they didn’t need.

  The rest of the material fit over my pelvis and the crotchless piece fitted around my lips with a simple leather strip to go between my ass cheeks.

  All of my skin was exposed except for the skin under my breasts and tiny expanses of skin in my vaginal area. Never had I been this exposed to Midnight before.

  After I finished, I slid my feet into the leather stiletto thigh-high boots.

  Yes, Midnight had seen my pussy and breasts on display, but he’d caught only a marginal glimpse of my ass and never a complete visual of my thighs.

  Okay, so he wanted to play games. I picked up the whip and ran my fingers down the smooth length.

  This time I chose not to wait in the bedroom for him.

  I stepped out into the living area sitting on the couch,in a chair, waiting for him. As usual,
he stepped into the bedroom at exactly nine o’clock on the dot.

  His mask was already firmly secured in place. This was my first time seeing him dressed, though, and he was sexy as hell. There was something about a man who made the clothes rather than the other way around.

  Navy blue tailor-made slacks outlined his long muscular legs, and a white button-down dress shirt was partially opened to the third button. A navy blazer was slung over his shoulder, and he tossed it onto the couch opposite of where I sat.

  “How was your day, Bella?” he asked.

  “It’s been an interesting day at work.”

  “Is there anything that I can get for you...to help you relax?”

  “Nothing, Midnight. I’m fine,” I replied, my tone a bit cold.

  “Do you like the outfit, my Queen?” he asked, bowing his head and kneeling before me.

  “Do, I look as if I like this, Midnight?” I asked, frowning at him.

  “No, but it’s very sexy on you. Highlights all your beautiful curves and your gorgeous mocha skin.”

  I stood from my position on the couch and pushed his shoulder. He gracefully maintained his kneeling position.

  Turning my back to him, I rubbed my ass over his lips and felt his tongue lick out.

  Shit! Why’d I done that? I wondered as my pussy clenched.

  He had me ready to queen his ass for real. But that’s what I got for playing too much. I’d damn near lost control of the scene that quickly.

  Turning back around to glare at him, I said, “No, you don’t get to eat this ass until you earn the right to eat this ass and pussy. Do you hear me?”

  “Yes, my Queen,” he said, bowing his head.

  I had the brief thought that tonight I did want something to happen. For the last three weeks, I’d denied the man pleasure in my presence. And he still called to check on me.

  I couldn’t help but wonder if he found pleasure elsewhere with someone else.

  “Midnight?”

  “Yes, my Queen?”

  “Has someone been sucking your dick?”

  “No, my Queen.” It came out sounding garbled, as though it pained him to admit it.

  I walked around him in circles with my whip.

  “If you lie to me, there’ll be hell to pay.”

  “Yes, my Queen.”

  “Have you had your little dick in someone’s pussy?”

  “No, my Queen.”

  That time he sounded outraged, and I swallowed back my laughter. His dick was hardly little.

  “What about in someone’s ass? Have you been fucking someone in the ass?”

  “No, my Queen.”

  “Are you lying to me, Midnight?”

  “No, my Queen.”

  “How are you getting your rocks off when you’re not with me? I know that you’ve not gone for four weeks with no pussy or ass.”

  I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed deeply. His eyes lowered.

  Walking around behind him, I smacked his covered ass with my whip, and then I walked around to face him again.

  “Tell me the truth, Midnight.”

  “I’ve been...jacking my dick off.”

  For some reason, he sounded ashamed of that, as though confessing it aloud bought him some sort of humiliation.

  “Good. Because...I get a little jealous at the thought of someone else touching what I believe belongs to me. I don’t like to share, and I’m a very possessive woman, Midnight.”

  “It’s all yours. You can suck it, grab it, ride it...whatever you want to do, it’s yours, Bella,” he said, looking into my eyes with heavy lids.

  My heart stammered in my chest at the heat in his gaze.

  “Stand up,” I ordered. “Please, don’t look at me.”

  “Why? You’re a beautiful seductress. I dream about you when I’m away.”

  My jaws clenched, and I shook his words from my head. I could not fall for this guy. Instead, I summoned the strength to retain control.

  “Stand up and don’t look at me,” I repeated in a stern voice.

  He followed my instructions and kept his eyes on the wall in front of him as I walked behind him again.

  “Undress,” I demanded.

  I watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his golden bronze chest underneath and the little swirl of silky hair trailing above his pants.

  Licking my lips, I couldn’t help but wonder what he tasted like.

  Midnight’s gaze met mine when he undid the buckle of his belt.

  “Take your eyes off me, damnit!” I ordered, striking his hand with my whip.

  His nostrils flared, and I could see the flare in those beautiful chestnut brown eyes.

  A smile tilted my lips as I realized he was struggling to maintain control. Yes, my sweet Midnight was rocking on the edge of losing it.

  And just maybe tonight, I would make sure that he did.

  Midnight continued removing his pants, stepping out of his shoes, and then his pants. I watched as he lowered to remove his socks, one at a time, and finally the big reveal.

  He pulled his boxers down, revealing that thick, pink, fleshy dick that I loved to look at and spank.

  Who knows, maybe I might taste it one day. But not tonight.

  Tonight? Well, tonight, I just might get to feel it inside of me.

  CHAPTER 10 – DANTE

  She was really pushing my boundaries. We hadn’t discussed what I did outside of these walls to get my release. I hadn’t believed that I was capable of such restraint myself, but I had.

  I’d pushed myself for the last four weeks to see how much I could take. Never in a million years would I believe that I’d been capable of withstanding such torture, but it made the joy of being in her presence again so sweet.

  Each day we were scheduled to meet, I wondered and fantasized that maybe today might be the day where I got to lick her. That perhaps she’d do more than sit on a dildo on my face or have me fuck her with my fingers or a toy attached to my waist or hand to get her pleasure. But it hadn’t happened yet.

  Each week I thought this might be the week that she learned to trust me a bit more. But that hadn’t happened either. And now here she was teasing me about that restraint.

  The restraint that I’d never exercised for another woman before.

  Irritation was turning into anger.

  It was difficult ignoring all the beautiful women who wanted to climb into my bed or have me in theirs. Female business constituents, vendors, customers at my restaurants, and even patrons at my vineyard and winery tried to lure me into their beds.

  Turning down pussy wasn’t something that I was skilled at. I loved women, women of all shapes and sizes. They were beautiful to me, and I wanted to do everything in my power to show them how much I appreciated that beauty, to cultivate an attitude of self-appreciation within them.

  But night after night, I went to bed alone. Three women who were frequent lovers were concerned if I were ill. I’d denied all three of them access to my bed for the last month.

  I lay in my bed alone at night, replaying the sessions in my head of what my Queen had done to me or allowed to be done to her. And when that wasn’t enough, I’d put on a porn to jerk my dick to.

  And now here she was teasing me. I wanted to grab her by those luscious hips and bend her over and fuck the shit out of her ass. I wanted to pump her so hard that she was sore for a week afterward.

  My god, this woman drove me wild! She was a beautiful Queen, an exotic dark beauty who wielded power over me, and exuded confidence. But I sensed inside that she wasn’t as calm or confident as her outward exterior.

  Rather than challenge that, I allowed her to maintain the control that she needed, knowing one day I’d gain the reward I sought.

  My Queen walked away from me for a moment before returning.

  I tried listening to see if I could pick up on any cues about what she was doing, but I got nothing.

  “Come in the bedroom,” she instruct
ed, and I obediently followed, my dick leading the way bouncing happily in hopes that tonight he would be appeased.

  “Move that bench over here,” she ordered, pointing at the chair that stood in the corner.

  I did as she asked, moving the chair to face the curtained window.

  “Stand in front of it, facing the window.”

  I obeyed. My fists clenched tightly at my side, and my jaws worked back and forth as I fought to maintain the restraint I needed.

  Oh god, if she allowed me to get ahold of her sweet little ass tonight, she’d be sorry.

  The sound of her heels clicking against the wood floor was the only clue, hearing her walk away from me and then back again. Before I could formulate a theory, she stepped in front of me and pushed a cane forcefully into my chest, forcing me back into the chair.

  “Place your hands behind your back.”

  I did as I was told and felt her wrapping something soft and silky around my wrists. A scarf. It was tied just tight enough so that I couldn’t easily slip out of it but loose enough to avoid cutting off my circulation.

  She walked back in front of me, rolling the bench in front of the chair.

  “Here, , let me put this on,” she said, waving a blindfold at me.

  Disappointment filled my insides as she slid the blindfold into place over my mask. I wanted to see what she was about to do, especially when she grabbed my dick.

  I smelled a peppermint scent and then felt her applying something oily to my shaft. My Queen’s hands massaged my dick, rubbing her hands up and down my length.

  Tears damn near sprang to my eyes at the sweet relief of her hands on my flesh. Closing my eyes, I relinquished myself to her hands as I sunk in the chair slightly. The soft massaging techniques turned into light twists and pulls, and before long, I was moving my hips back and forth in the chair.

  The sound of the chair scraping back and forth over the wooden floor, created harmony with my coarse, rugged breaths escaping my lips. Whereas my other senses had dulled, my hearing grew stronger. I could hear her breathing heavier than before, licking her lips, the small gasps as my dick grew in her hands succumbed to her power.