Lola and the Locked Door

The whole situation was so deeply forbidden, so deliciously taboo, all the more so because I had tried so hard to warn Justin what would happen if he let Jack spend the night. My body was betraying me, but only because my boyfriend had let it happen. This realization pushed me over the edge, and I began to moan and writhe, cumming all over my fingers as I choked on Jack's cock, his strong hands pinning my lips against the base of his cock.

"Hnnnnh HNNNH hukkhkkk," I gagged, my eyes watering as I struggled for air.

"Yesss," Jack hissed exultantly, holding the back of my head as the rest of my body shook. "Cum like a bitch with my cock in your mouth!"

"Hkukkk hnnnnnnnnnnnnnh!" I moaned.

As I rode the waves of my orgasm, Jack fingers gathered my long, wavy black hair and yanked my head back, pulling his saliva-drenched cock out of my mouth.

"Ohhhhh, ohhh... oh fuuuck," I panted hoarsely, my chest heaving as I sucked in air, cum-drunk from my orgasm. "This... this is so wrong..."

But wrong or not, I'd cum with Jack's cock in my mouth, which was more than I could say for his brother. I may have been Justin's girlfriend, but at this point, there I was very much also his younger brother's cum-slut.

"Tits out," Jack spat at me.

I sat upright on my knees, too breathless to protest, and unclasped my bra. I let it linger for a second, and then slowly, it fell, revealing the huge tits that I knew marked me as a target in the eyes of so many men.

"What do you want, Jack?" I asked seductively.

"I've wanted to fuck those tits since Thanksgiving."

"These tits?" I asked coyly, tracing my manicured fingers along the underside of my boobs. I rolled my nipples between my fingers, pinching them lightly until they hardened into lurid little diamonds. "Tell me, Jack. Why do men always need to fuck my tits so badly?"

Jack pushed me lightly and I collapsed backwards onto the bed.

"Because most Asian girls don't have big enough tits to fuck," he said, climbing on top of me and straddling my stomach. "But yours are just built to milk huge cocks, aren't they?"

"My tits have gotten me into so much trouble," I mewled as he positioned his cock between them. "But I think this is the baddest thing they've ever done."

"Show me what you do when these big tits get you into trouble," Jack demanded.

With Jack's cock still slick from my saliva, I pulled my fingers out from inside my thong and brought them to my tits, smearing the fresh juices from my cum-drenched pussy in between my breasts, creating a wet, slippery canal for Jack to enjoy. Then, I pushed my tits together, enveloping his impressive cock with my even more impressive tits, forming a tight, wet, pillowy tunnel of softness for his demanding hard-on.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Jack muttered, beginning to rut against my chest. "Your fucking tits are... Jesus..."

As Jack rocked back and forth, plunging his cock into the tight, soft tunnel I had made for him, I pinned my chin to my chest and parted my lips.

"Are you man enough... to touch my lips?" I said, wetting them with my tongue. "Do you have enough cock to fuck my tits... and my mouth... in the same stroke?"

Spurred on by this challenge, Jack began bucking against my tits more violently, driving his pipe forcefully against my pillowy chest. Within a few strokes, his long, throbbing cock was pressing against my soft, wet lips at the apex of every stroke.

"Kiss my cock, slut," he spat. "Kiss it like you love it."

"How... how are you doing this... to me?" I muttered between strokes, genuinely bewildered at how I was behaving for this teenage alpha. "You're too... too young..."

"I'm more of a man today," he grunted, driving his weight into my chest, "than Justin will ever be..."

There was a twisted sort of truth to Jack's words. Justin was a good, honest person. He had committed himself to giving back to society and helping the less fortunate. He lived his life with integrity, discipline, and an uncompromising moral code. He was a loyal boyfriend and I knew someday he would make a devoted husband and a loving father.

By many standards, Justin was a decent and honorable person, but not by the dark and depraved model that I used to measure men. From my very first sexual experiences, men had instilled in me the idea that a man's worth was measured by his dominance, and that a man's value was dictated by the size of his cock and how ruthlessly he used it. One after another, dominant men had imposed this worldview on me, driving these ideas deeper and deeper into my subconscious as they plunged their huge cocks into my pussy, fucking my mind as well as my body.

So by the time I met Justin, this model of masculinity had taken root inside me. I couldn't help but measure men with this model, unconsciously evaluating them against the traits of an ideal alpha male: size, strength, arrogance, aggression, and dominance. Men who displayed these traits were high-value alpha males, deserving of my body and perhaps even entitled to it. Men who didn't measure up were beta males, barely men at all, deserving only of scorn and the fruitless temptations of unfulfilled desire.

I had tried to bend this model for Justin. I had been more patient with him than with any other man. I had given him one opportunity after another to show me his alpha side, to waken his primal instincts, to show me that he could be dominant in the way I craved. But there was only so much I could do to bait his dominance before a more deserving alpha male seized control.

Jack may not have been an alpha male when I met him, but he was an alpha male now. As he bucked against my chest, fucking my tits with reckless abandon, I looked up at his face, a triumphant mask of smugness and self-congratulation at his impending conquest.

And in that moment, I had something of an epiphany. I realized that Jack was now an alpha male because I had made him into one.

I've written before that no girl becomes a slut on her own. It takes a man, and usually more than one, to make a slut. But as Jack slowed his rhythm and began to pull his cock out from the soft, pillowy tunnel I had made for him, I realized the same was true of alpha males.

A man needs a woman's submission to become an alpha. He needs to conquer her so completely that she surrenders against her better judgment. He needs to render her incapable of denying him anything, a fuck-puppet utterly under his control.

But even that alone is insufficient, because real alpha males dominate women also as a means to dominate other men. To become a true alpha male, a man has to outcompete his rivals and conquer a woman at another man's expense. He must vanquish and humiliate his foe by claiming a woman who by right should belong to his enemy. He must plant his flag on another man's property and impose his iron will.

Only when he rips a woman callously from another man's grasp...

Only when he forces her to surrender to him in spite of her loyalties...

Only when her submission to him betrays another man...

Only then is he truly an alpha male.

As Jack knelt over me, I struggled to catch my breath, my soft, pillowy breasts heaving, their supple golden skin red and flushed from being abused by this brazen 19-year-old and his huge, throbbing cock.

"It's time," he said, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of my soaked mesh thong.

I knew this moment was coming, yet as Jack took hold of my thong, I was still unprepared for the crushing wave of shame and guilt that crested inside me.

"Jack... Jack, cum on my big tits," I begged, trying vainly to forestall the inevitable. "Glaze me with your seed."

"No," he said firmly, beginning to peel down my thong.

"You can... you can cum on my face," I pleaded, bargaining desperately. "I never ask men for this, Jack, but I—I want you to ruin my pretty face with—with your young cum..."

"No," he replied flatly, pulling my thong down past my knees, exposing my wet, glistening pussy.

"Please," I mewled, squirming my hips, trying to reach down and pull my thong back up. "We can't... not in his bed..."

But before I could reach the thong around my knees, Jack grabbed my hips, his bulging, auto mechanic's arms taking hold of me firmly. Then, without so much as a grunt of exertion, he flipped me easily onto my stomach and pulled me up on all fours.

I looked back at Jack, whose his eyes locked on my ass and the smooth, waxed, glistening slit of my cum-soaked cunt. But seeing him, I couldn't help but be reminded of his brother, my sweet, faithful boyfriend, whose bed we were about to defile.

"I'll do anything you want," I squealed. "Anything but this, Jack..."

Yet even as the words left my lips, I felt my back arch, lifting my ass as if I were making an offering of my pussy. Wordlessly, he spread my legs apart and moved in behind me.

"I can't," I whispered desperately as I felt his strong, heavy hands take hold of my hips. "I can't let you fuck me..."

"Why?" he said coldly. I felt the tip of his cock press lightly against the folds of my pussy.

The merest touch of his cock against my pussy sent shivers down my spine. It had been so fucking long, and I had been so good. How had it come to this? Why did it have to be Justin's brother? Why did it have to be in my boyfriend's bed?

"Fuck—oh fuck," I shuddered, trying not to moan as his hardness throbbed against the folds of my pussy. "You're... you're my boyfriend's little brother!"

"So?" he replied, gliding the tip of his cock up and down my slit, slicking himself with the shameful wetness of my aching cunt.

"It's—uhhn—it's wrong!" I moaned. I was fighting a battle with my hips, which wanted desperately to push backwards onto the big, teenage cock that was teasing the folds of my pussy. "This is so fucking wrong, Jack..."

"But that's why you want it so badly," Jack whispered. "Isn't it?"

As I felt the tip of Jack's cock begin to press inside me, I had to reckon with the reality that this might have been my fantasy just as much as his. Ever since I started having sex with dominant men, they had conditioned me to want things that I knew were wrong. I'd fucked my married, middle-aged boss when I was still a teenager just out of high school. I'd turned down my first boyfriend's request for a threesome with my roommate, only to let two older ex-marines double-team me that same night. I'd remade my entire image to suit their desires, becoming their branded, tattooed two-cock share-slut. I'd teased my college professor until he'd taken my pussy by force, and then I'd overcompensated by begging a huge, hung Black football player to break in my ass.

And now, having repeatedly tempted my boyfriend's younger brother by offering him one morsel of submission after another, I was about to let him fuck me in my boyfriend's bed.

"You're so bad," I cried softly. "This is so bad..."

"I am bad," Jack spat as the thick, bulbous head of his cock slid past the threshold of my pussy. "And so are you."

"Ohfuck, ohfuck," I moaned, thrashing my head from side to side in ecstatic torment. "I'm so fucking bad, Jack..."

"You deserve this big dick, don't you?" he sneered, pushing it deeper still.

"Oh god, oh god," I panted as my pussy began to stretch for the first time in months. "You're—you're not wearing a condom—"

Then, without warning, he slammed his hips into my ass, filling my un-fucked pussy to the brim with cock for the first time in more than 9 months.

"OHHHHH OHHHHHH OHHH fuuuuuuuuuck," I moaned, shame and relief washing over me simultaneously.

"You... deserve... this... huge... cock..." Jack crowed, finding his rhythm, punctuating each word with the thrust of his hips.

"Oh God, oh fuck—Jack, you're—you're—you're inside me!"

"You... deserve... this!" He cried again, pumping in and out with steady, deliberate strokes, repeating the words like a mantra.

It was as if he had set fire to every synapse inside my brain and every nerve inside my body. It had been so long since I felt a huge cock stretching my insides, so long since I'd felt the delicious scorn of a dominant man, so long since I'd surrendered myself to an alpha male. My hips began to move in time with his hypnotic strokes.

"Ohhh, OHHH fuck... oh Jack, you're... ohhh god..."

"You... deserve... this... cock..." he chanted.

"You're... you're in me RAW," I moaned in anguish and ecstasy. "You can't—you can't just—just fuck me raw like this..."

"You... deserve... this..."

"Oh Jesus—ohh—ohh—I—I deserve this," I cried, biting my lip. "I fucking deserve your huge, raw cock!"

"Tell me who," he demanded, slapping my ass hard as he plowed into me. "Tell me whose cock."

As he pounded into me mercilessly, extracting one humiliating submission after another, the tides of another orgasm were rising inside me, and the last embers of my resistance flickered to darkness.

"OHHH, you, Jack! Only you!" I moaned, louder than I should have. "Only you deserve to fuck me raw!"

"What about... my brother?" he hissed savagely.

He reached around my chest with both hands, taking hold of my huge tits in his strong, mechanic's hands. I was bouncing my body in rhythm with his strokes, eagerly meeting his bucking hips as he railed into me over and over, letting his teenage cock pillage the pussy I'd been saving in vain for his brother.

"He will... NEVER... fuck me... like this..." I panted breathlessly.

"Say it," Jack crowed. "Say my brother will never fuck you..."

"Oh god, Jack, he won't... he can't," I cried, giving into this younger man, feeding the fantasy we both craved. "Not after tonight... not ever..."

"He lost you tonight, didn't he?" Jack grunted in delight, his voice getting hoarser with each word. His fingers were mauling my tits, squeezing and pulling at my nipples, greedily feasting all of his senses on my sumptuous body.

"He handed me over to you," I moaned over the sound of his hips slamming rhythmically against my ass. "I... I begged him to not to let you stay..."

"Keep talking," Jack spat, his pace quickening now.

"I fucking BEGGED him to take me home..."

He was getting close now, and I was feeding his ego, desperate to feel his forbidden cum explode inside me, hanging on the edge of my own enormous orgasm.

"Tell me why," he panted.

"Because I knew... oh god, I fucking knew... that if I slept here—tonight... you were going to fuck me..."

"Fuck yes!" he cried, his voice harsh with desire. "Fuck yes!"

"I thought... you were too young," I moaned. "But you fucking took me..."

"You're fucking mine now," he cried. "Your body belongs to me now..."

"Ohgod, ohgod..."

"And Justin... can't do anything... about it..."

His rhythm was wild now and I sensed that he was in his final strokes.

"Once you cum inside me... he'll never get me back..."

"Oh god," Jack moaned. "Oh fuck..."

"Once you cum in me," I moaned, panting for breath, speaking into existence his deepest desires. "After that... I'm your cum-slut..."

"Don't stop," he hissed, his precum flooding into me.

"Once I'm your cum-slut," I moaned, teetering on the edge of my own orgasm, "I can... NEVER... be his wife..."

"MY—FUCKING—SLUT!" Jack cried as he emptied his balls inside me.

Tremors ripped through my body as I felt rope after rope of his young, teenage cum spray deep inside my pussy.

"UHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHH OHMYGODDDDDDDD," I moaned, riding an orgasm of despair and delight. "Ohmygod, ohmyfuck... your fucking cum—your fucking cum is inside me!"

"I own you now," Jack crowed breathlessly. "I own this tight Asian pussy."

"Oh fuck... oh fuck," I cried, shaking my head as aftershocks continued to rumble through my body. "You can't cum in me raw... you can't just fucking CUM in my pussy..."

"It's my pussy now," Jack spat, pumping the last drops of his cum inside me.

"Oh, no... oh god," I muttered, reality crashing down as my orgasm finally subsided. "You're his brother... how could this happen..."

"Don't act so surprised," he laughed, pulling out and letting me slump onto the bed. "A slut like you can't stay away from good dick."

"This... this is just once, Jack, okay?" I said, rolling onto my back to face him. "This can't happen again. And Justin can't ever know about this."

He looked at me cock-eyed, as if I were speaking to him in a foreign language. Then, he leaned over and took one of my nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it in circles, sucking so violently that it seemed as if he were trying to inhale me.

"Ohh Jack... we have to stop," I protested weakly, my hands moving to his shoulders but hardly trying to push him away.

"This is going to happen again, Lola," he grinned, releasing my nipple briefly from his mouth. "Again and again and again."

"No, Jack, this is too much," I murmured, shaking my head wearily. "You got what you wanted. I gave you everything you asked for."

"And now, I want more." He smiled cruelly. "From now on, you're going to be my on-demand Asian cum-slut."

"What?" I sat up, propping myself up on my elbows. "Jack, no."

"You're going to keep dating my brother," he said, beginning to paw at my tits again with both hands. "And I'm going to keep fucking you whenever I want."

"No way, Jack," I shook my head, grabbing his hand to remove it from my tits. "I'm not doing that."

He knocked my hand aside and pinned it to the bed. Then, he continued to maul my tits anew.

"Think of it this way," he sneered, squeezing my tits. "You get the best of both worlds. A good boyfriend and a big cock. You know you were always going to cheat on him anyway, so at least now you're keeping your pussy in the family."

"Jack, we can't keep DOING this," I cried, panic rising in my chest again as my nipples began to harden. "This is really wrong..."

"And then, when you get married," Jack whispered, placing one hand between my legs. "I'm going get you pregnant."

"That's sick, Jack," I gasped, as his fingers began to massage my clit once again. "That's... uhnn—Jack, that's evil..."

"I can't wait to fuck you on your wedding night," he said, licking his lips. "I'm gonna make you a slut-wife before you even take your dress off."

"This is—so fucked up..." I said, my voice quavering. We had only just finished fucking, and already he was fingering my pussy, getting himself revved up to go again.

"You'll explain the rules to him," Jack whispered, licking my nipple. "After the ceremony, you'll tell him that he can be your husband and raise your kids, but that your pussy belongs to me."

"What the—fuck—is wrong with you?" I panted, my chest heaving as he continued to work me over.

"You watch," Jack smirked. "He won't divorce you. He doesn't believe in it."

"Jack," I whispered, shaking my head as it began to swim again. "I—I need to sleep..."

"I'm going to make him watch," Jack sneered sadistically as he moved back between my legs. "I'm going to make him watch as I put a baby in his slutty Asian wife..."

"He's your brother!" I cried as he began to lift my legs. "How can you say that shit?"

"Because you're the hottest, sluttiest piece of ass I've ever seen," he said, propping my legs up on his shoulders. "And I'd rather have you as my whore than him as my brother."

"This is just for tonight," I whispered, trying to reassure myself as he pinned my legs on either side of my head. "Just til morning..."

"Tonight is just the beginning," he said with a sinister grin. Glancing down between my legs, I could see that he was already hard again.

"Jack," I whispered, closing my eyes, trying to stem the tingling sensation that had started to move through me once again. "I need some water... before we..."

"Shhh," Jack said, raising a finger to my lips. "I'm not falling for that again."

Slowly, my lips parted, and his finger moved inside my mouth.