Alice Needs a Getaway [MF]

This will probably be a mukti-part series as well. Thanks for reading!

Warning: CNC elements and rough but mutual sex.

Picture message received from Alice. Screenshot.

“Hey, girl. I have a favor to ask.”

“What’s up?”

“I have had a really rough week. I don’t want to unload all of it on you. But I need a break. I need my mind to shut down for a bit. Can I borrow Nick for the weekend?”

“I missed you too.”

“I know. It’s a pretty big favor. Please?”

“You will have to ask him yourself. But it’s fine with me. But you do owe me one.”

“Oh, thank you, baby. And a very big one.”

Well then. My day just got interesting. So I asked her what she wanted. She just told me she needed to be able to stop thinking. However I wanted to do that. She told me where her spare key was to her house and when she would get off work. And we set a safe-word.

I started planning. I talked with Amy for a bit, coming to a few agreements and packed a weekend bag and went to Alice’s house.

I messaged her a bit through the last part of her workday and had her send me a pic of what she had on at work, including a quick bathroom pic.

She looked good in jeans, a t-shirt, and ankle-high work boots. And the thong under her jeans looked perfect on her toned ass.

I called and talked to her on her way home after work. And greeted her with a kiss on her back deck when she got home. She went to move past me and I gripped her waist.

“Work is over. You’re mine now, Alice. Those clothes are staying out here. Take them off, slowly, and set them on that chair.” My voice was calm, but firm. She raised an eyebrow at me and didn’t move. I smiled. And smacked her ass hard.

“Now, little Alice. We have plans. And if you can’t get ready in time you’ll go naked.” She smirked at me, but she knew I wasn’t bluffing. Our past experiences had shown her that. She took her time. Slowly removing her boots and stripping in the afternoon sun.

“Now, on your knees. We have some ground rules to set.” When she sank down, I continued.

“You will do as I tell you this weekend. And only as I tell you. If you want something, you have to ask. If I say no, you listen. This includes going to sleep, eating, using the bathroom, and cumming. If I tell you to do something, you do it. There are no rules against conversation unless I specifically tell you to be quiet. Talk as much as you want otherwise. Am I clear?”

By now her eyes were locked on mine and she nodded.

I walked around her as she knelt with her back straight. She didn’t try to follow me with her eyes, staring straight ahead and silent. I reached down and ran my thumb down the aide of her neck, tracing her artery, feeling it’s strong pulse. It quickened ever so slightly. I removed my belt and wrapped it around her neck. I pulled it tight, slightly lifting her as she let out a choked gasp. Her nails dug into her bare legs as she fought to be still even as her face turned red.

My free hand traced her parted lips with the pad of my thumb. I pulled a little harder and watched her clenched hands as her knuckles turned white.

“Do you want to breathe?” She nodded. “Are you mine now until I release you?” She nodded. I bent and ran my tongue along her neck. Then bit. Hard. The teeth marks would remain for days. And a moan trapped in her throat rumbled.

I released the preasure on the belt and she couched, gasping in lungfula of air.

“Good girl, now come with me.” I picked up her boots and clothes and led her inside. The boots went on the shoe rack and the clothes went to the dirty laundry hamper.

“Sir, I am thirsty.” She said. I told her to wait and I went and got her a glass of water. Waiting for her to drink it then taking it from her and placing it on the kitchen counter. Then I led her to the bathroom. I started the shower and had her remove my clothes as the water warmed up. She took her time, savoring the process of unbuttoning my button-down shirt and running her hands down my chest and stomach. Removing my belt, then my pants. She smirked as she found I had no underwear and my already hard cock sprung up in her face. She ran her tongue along it.

I gripped her hair, roughly pulled her to her feet and bent her over the counter and spanked her. She winced.

“You will ask permission, Alice.” I told her. She looked in my eyes in the mirror and nodded. “Please, can I taste your dick?” She asked. She almost managed sweet.

“No. Get in the shower.”

In the shower I had us wash each other. Our hands lingering on each other’s sex. And as the water washed the soap away, I pushed her against the wall and kissed her. My hand parting her thighs and working her until she was panting. Her hand reached for my cock and I let her this time. Her strong hands sliding along my length and squeezing the base. Stroking me and tugging me towards her. I took her hands finally, turned her, and pushed her against the wall. I entered her slowly. Working my way deeper as she moaned. She pushed her ass back against me. Until finally I filled her. The second thrust was not as gentle. And soon she was moaning and screaming.

“May…I…Cum?!” She moaned, her hands tugging on her nipples. I stopped. She actually growled in frustration as I slipped out of her and smacked her ass. “Not yet.” I told her.

I turned the water off and toweled us both off. Not letting her do it herself. Then I brushed her hair as she sat in a chair before taking her to the bedroom.

On her bed laid out neatly and in order that I wanted her to put on was a black collar, a small gem butt plug, a red see-through lace thong, a black skirt that would have a hard time hiding her ass, a thin red and black tank top that her big pierced nipples would easily show through, and the low-cut black boots I had first seen her in. I collared her, helped plug her, and watched her dress. Then told her she could do her make up and hair as she wished.

She ended up with a smokey red hued color pallet for make up, the red eye shadow and dark red lips giving her a hell-cat vibe. Her nails were black now, her hair in the long braid, and she had made no attempt to cover the bite mark on her neck.

“How is this, sir?” She asked me with a smirk. I pulled her to me and gave her ass a squeeze, pressing on the plug.

“You look perfect. Like you are ready to unleash hell with me tonight.”

“Sir. May I use the bathroom before we leave?” She asked, somewhat pleading.

I slipped my hand into her thong and teased her clit. She was already wet from anticipation and the plug no doubt. She tried to close her legs. I was making it hard to hold her bladder it seemed.

“What’s wrong, pet? Are you about to piss on my hand if I don’t let you go?” I kissed her neck where I had bit her.

“Yes. Fuck. I really have to go now.” I pinched her clit and she tensed up.

“Please?!” I pulled my hand out

“Yes, pet.” She rushed to the bathroom. Then we were ready.

Our first destination was a bar that played live rock and served burgers.

We ate and I caught her wiggling in her seat and clenching her fist.

“Don’t cum, pet.” I told her. There was live rock music and I wasn’t quiet. The table beside us looked at us and she blushed and went still.

We went to the pit to dance and I felt her shudder a few times when I pressed against her back. I led us to a corner with the barest space between us and the other people. I asked her if she wanted to cum. She nodded.

Is caught a guy staring at her.

“Turn around and face me, and quickly lift your skirt so he can see your plug. She didn’t hesitate. She eagerly flashed him and his eyes lit up.

“Good girl. Now stand behind me. Hold my arm.”

She did. I lifted the edge of her skirt and slid her thong aside, fingers plunging into her soaked core. She moaned. Her nails bit hard into my arm. To the slow heavy bass thumping in our chests I plunged my fingers in and out of her. Stroking her deep and hard just right. Her nails drew blood as she tried to hold back the moans as I felt her release. Flooding my hand and I could tell it ran down her thighs. The man was open-mouthed staring at her. As we stood while she collected herself he approached and asked if we were looking for extra company. I told him no, just putting on a show. And to his credit he accepted it at that and thanked us for the show.

“Sir. I want your cock. Now.” She growled in my ear.

“Good. But you have to wait, pet.” I could feel her frustration. But we left.

Our next stop was a nature trail that wasn’t frequented often. The rules were simple. She had been interested in CNC. She had her safe word and a safety whistle around her neck. She had a minute head-start. And we both knew in her heeled boots running wouldn’t be safe. She set off at a fast walk with a flashlight I let her use.

Soon, I followed. The light was easy to spot withy eyes adjusted for the dark. We were both wired between the risk of being caught, the edge of danger, and the inherent feel of this game.

The trail wound for about a mile back in a loop to the parking lot. I periodically would snarl from around a bend and hear her speed up. I would jog to make up the difference, my tac boots better suited for this game.

I let the parking lot get in sight. No other cars present. I dashed. She broke into a run at the sound of my running boots. We were both breathing heavy when I caught her. First by the braid, then my arm around her body as I jerked her back, pushing her against a tree.

I growled the safe word telling her it was me even as I wrapped her braid around her throat and choked her with it. Her hands went to her braid, her foot lashed out. But I slide my leg between hers and used my hips to thrust her against the tree harder. She cried out. I let go of her braid. Even as she gasped I caught her wrists and forced her arms back, handcuffing them behind her back.

She tried to scratch at me futilely. I smacked her ass.

“Fuck. Fuck you.” She growled. I griped the neck of her tank top above her breasts and ripped it, freeing her breasts that I gripped and squeezed. Catching her piercings until she cried out.

“That’s the idea.” I growled. And bit her neck. Another cry and groan as her ass bucked back against me. Another hip thrust slamming her into the tree.

“Get the fuck off me, pig.” She spat. I smacked her ass and ripped her thong off. My empty hand gripped her cheeks and sqeezed to open her mouth. I shoved her soaked panties in her mouth and clamped my hand around it.

“Shut up, whore. Fuck toys shouldn’t talk back.” I smacked her ass again and pulled her plug out. She moaned and writhed against me. She struggled harder as I let go of her mouth just long enough to press the plug to her lips. She clamped her mouth closed. I pinched and tugged a pierced nipple hard until she let out a gagged scream. I shoved the plug into her mouth and clamped my hand over the little gem.

“That’s right. Taste that filthy asshole that I’m about to rip open. You reallg are a nasty slut.” She whimpered and moaned. I shoved two fingers into her soaked cunt then wiped her own juice on her face.

“You love this. You really are nothing more than a piece of fuck meat.” I could hear her sucking on the plug and gagging on the thong. When I spit on her ass and stretched it around my cock she screamed. Muffled, gagging, her hips bucking, thrusting her own ass back further and taking me deeper.

Fuck she was tight. And feral. After her first orgasm it was a fight for control. She was fucking me as hard as I was ravishing her. She spat the plug and panties out and I threw her to her knees. She jumped to swallow my cock. Her throat already sore from being choked hard her make up was a ruin as drool ran freely down her chin and my cock. Then she stopped and tried to run. I pinned her face down in a patch of grass and this time filled her pussy. She cussed me up and down. I wrapped her braid around her throat, choked her until her face was dark red and her eyes rolled as I slapped her and called her my little masochistic whore as I came in her cunt.

Finally, she lay heaving in the back seat of my truck. Half whimpering half giggling. Cum leaked out of her as I ran my hands along her skin and told her she was a good pet. Bite marks covered het neck and breasts. Claw and bite marks covered me from head down to my ass.

After some time of after care, she was starting to drowse off. But I strapped her into the seat tight enough she couldn’t rise. And out of my backpack I pulled tape and a bullet vibrator. Tears ran down her cheek as I told her I was sore as fuck and no where near done with her. After all. She was going to be my personal fuck toy. All. Weekend.

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