Rise of an Alpha Male

Karen's Point of View.

Earlier this evening, I was only provoking another gold digger who was after Silvio's million, dollars, but I got into my first ever threesome.

Maybe it’s her red hair, her eyes, her pink lips. Maybe it’s my thighs, now soaking wet even though we’ve barely touched. Maybe it’s the memory of the evening's threesome where our tongues tangled, and I felt her fingers on my breasts.

But when she asks, “may I kiss you?” I don’t hesitate to breathe, “yes.”

My lips are on hers, and a groan escapes as her tongue massages mine. Her mouth travels down my neck and shoulders with just the right pressure. I’m relaxed, yet hyperaware of Julia’s red silky hair as I stroke it and pull her closer, of the sweet, fresh scent of her peach body lotion, of the increasing pleasant friction of my clit against the seam of my thong.

I run my fingers over the smooth skin of her jaw, bring her lips back to mine, and allow our tongues to probe deeper. Our cheeks brush as I dare to flick my tongue over her earlobe, and whisper before I lose my nerve:

"We were after his money, but now we become weird." 

She looks at me, a sexy glint in her blue-green eyes, and nods.

“Let’s get this off,” Julia says as she lifts the dress over my head. I run my hands down her back and squeeze her ass, firm but soft. She lightly bites my neck as we make short work of her top and skirt.

Once she’s undressed, I bend down and run my tongue over the pale skin just above the lace cups of her bra. She throws her head back and moans. Suddenly the bra is no more, and I’m staring at the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen - round and soft with shell-pink nipples peaked at the ready.

“Come here,” Julia whispers, walking backwards to the unmade bed. The rumpled navy cotton sheets look comfortable, clean. Pulling off her thong and tossing it aside, Julia lies on her back, and my remaining nerves evaporate into pure want.

I spread out beside her and tongue her breasts, licking and nuzzling the white mounds and sucking her nipples. “Harder,” Julia breathes, fisting my hair. I do my best to comply and am rewarded with “ohhhhh, good girl.”

I don’t feel any pressure to speed this up, to make her come. She seems content, excited even, to let me explore her body. I’m rubbing myself against her smooth leg when Julia gently rolls out from under me.

I prop myself up on one elbow. “Did I do something wrong?”

Despite my self-consciousness, I can’t help but ogle her heart-shaped bum as she bends over and fumbles in a drawer.

“I was thinking about your fantasy,” Julia says, making her way back to the bed. “Silvio’ll be here in a little bit. You still want him to join us?” I nod. “Fabulous.

"Until then, I thought you might want some extra stimulation.” She sticks out her tongue. 

“Um, does that go inside me?” I flush, feeling hopelessly naïve.

“No,” Julia answers matter-of-factly. “On your clit.” She sticks out her tongue. 

I want her to fuck me so badly. I lean in toward her and start kissing her neck.

“Easy!” she giggles.

“Sorry,” I sigh, but she’s already pushing me back against the headboard.

With one move, Julia undoes my bra. “Oh, yes,” she says, nuzzling and licking my bare tits, my nipples pebbling when they meet the cool air. Kissing down my stomach, she lowers herself between my legs, and it takes everything I have not to shove her beautiful face into my hungry pussy.

I feel her tongue first, playing over my clitoris in a gentle figure eight. I sigh and raise my hips to give her more access, but she keeps teasing me. Finally, Julia hooks my legs over her bare shoulders before going deeper. She flattens her tongue against my clit, licking me long and slow, tongue darting in and out. I feel her finger slide inside me and I moan. Softly at first, then louder as she adds another finger, beginning to thrust.

I’m tingling and on the verge when I hear a knock and a deep voice query, “You girls now become lesbian?”

Julia lifts her face from between my legs, her lips a glistening Cupid’s bow.

“Still want him to watch?” she whispers. All I can manage to choke out is, “get him in here, NOW.”

A thrill runs through me. I’m in tune with my surroundings: Julia’s soft mouth and probing fingers, the waves of pleasure running through my body, heavy footsteps, clothes hitting the floor, a decidedly male groan. But then Julia's tongue is on me, in me, and I stop thinking.

I open my eyes and see the cunning billionaire, Silvio. 

His gaze locks on mine, and I take in his six-pack abs, his powerful thighs, and his toned arm stroking a very hard cock.

Meanwhile Julia is still licking between the lips of my vulva. Do you like that?” She asks.

I can only gasp as her playful tongue is enjoying my clit. I try to tighten my legs around her head, but Julia gently holds them apart, torturing me in the most exquisite way as she gently kisses my inner thigh.

I reach for the headboard and let out the strongest moan of my life. It just keeps going as waves of intense release wash over me, and I rock my hips until every last stimulation is complete.

Still shaking, I sit up and reach for Julia, and we dive for each other’s mouths. I can taste myself on her tongue as I pull her close, running my hands over her smooth curves. I feel her hands on my tits, stroking and lightly pulling at my nipples.

"My sex slaves, good job." Silvio says something weird but I no longer care. He helps us to our feet. “Have you come yet, my slave?” he asks Julia. She shakes her head with a coquettish smile. Silvio positions Julia on the bed and gets on his knees in front of her. I climb on the bed, allowing her to lean against me. The room now smells of our sex – heady and musky and intoxicating.

As Silvio dives into Julia’s pussy, she lets out high-pitched little shrieks, the most feminine gasps combined with breathy entreaties: more, harder, yes, oh yes.

He tongues her clit while using one finger, then two, to probe deep inside her. While I enjoy the view, I rub her breasts, the curve of her waist, her beautiful ass. I can feel my clit start to harden again, my vagina widening, as I wonder what Silvio’s cock would feel like inside me.

I gently bite Julia’s shoulder as she comes, letting out soft screams before finding my mouth for a long, deep kiss.

“Silvio has a very clever tongue,” Julia giggles, falling back on the bed. He grins and I can’t resist pulling his mouth to mine. His kiss is hard and aggressive, faint stubble scratching my chin. I can smell the sharp apple of his shampoo, the clean sweat.

As Silvio’s clever tongue— Julia was right—swoops over mine, moving in and out of my mouth, I groan, stretching out on the bed and pulling him on top of me. I’ve always loved tasting myself in a man’s mouth, but this time I’m tasting Julia’s. Sweet and spicy. His hands find my breasts, expertly stroking my nipples as I grab his muscular ass.

I look over at Julia, lying at my side, our noses touching. “Can I fuck your master?” I whisper. Her eyes darken with desire and Silvio jumps up, stepping over to the bureau, his erection bobbing proudly.

Come here, my master,” Julia breathes. “You’re so wet,” she observes, fingers dancing between my legs. She’s just started to rub my clit again when we hear an appreciative groan from Silvio.

“Save some for me!” he says playfully. Julia looks at me mischievously and orders, “Ride him.”

"I’m a little tight,” I whisper as I ease onto Silvio’s cock. I relish the pressure, the slight pain, and start to work my hips up and down. Soon, Julia is behind me, playing with my tits, her hands sliding over my skin down to my clit. Silvio grunts at the sight, thrusting deeper.

I let my hands roam over Julia’s curves, Silvio’s ripped torso, and my own hard nipples. My pussy tightens around his cock and I feel the exquisite torture of every inch.

“I’m close,” I cry, and I find a rhythm. Silvio strokes my breasts with his large, rough hands, and Julia devours my neck. Her breasts rub against my back while Silvio bites his lip, eyes squinting shut.

And then, in that flurry of skin and lips and tongue and cock, it happens all at once. I hear a high, operatic moan and realize it’s me. Soon Silvio’s climax joins mine, and Julia purrs her contentment as orgasm rocks me to my core. I ride her master’s rock-hard cock in this soft bed smelling of sex and peaches and girl and boy, and in this very moment, I am the happiest woman in the goddamn world.