Tomboy Island

Alex suddenly grabbed her by the back of the head. Short, brown hair made for a poor handle, but there was enough there force her chin up as he pulled her against his chest. There was a variety of arguments he could make. The differences between men and women, the lack of availability, the status of the relationships he found himself in, and the general situation they found themselves in. However, all of those were secondary to a central one.

“Because I am telling you not to,” he growled.

In other situations, that would have been an overly possessive threat. At this specific time, in this specific spot, in this specific situation, to this specific woman, it came across exactly as Alex wanted it to. Charlotte’s breathing hitched for a moment, then was released as a wanton sigh.

He wasn’t done.

“You don’t get to be a slut anymore. You’re my woman now.”

“When was that decided?” she asked. It was less a challenge and more genuine curiosity.

“Just now,” Alex stated, then mashed his lips on hers.

Charlotte’s lips tasted sweet, even now. Her tongue fenced with his, putting up a resistance that he easily overcame. Her hands still worked his cock. Alex’s left descended on her ass with an audible smack. The kiss broke with a masochistic cry. “Oh fuck!”

Alex spun her around where they stood, then gave her a firm shove. Falling on all fours into the soft grass, the slut immediately wiggled her ass in his direction. With a body like hers, it had been no wonder she had been able to serve her desires repeatedly. The tan lines from her swimsuit cut lines over the round shape of her shapely ass. Alex could see the reddening from the smack quite clearly on the pale part.

Kneeling down behind her, he rubbed the head of his cock against her glistening slit. “Say it. Say you’ll be mine.”

“I’m yours,” Charlotte purred.

It was too easy. She was too easy. Alex gave her ass a harsh smack. Between pleasure, pain, and confusion, she threw her head back. “Don’t lie to me, slut,” he chastized her. “Say it like you mean it or don’t say it at all.”

“You’ll have to try better than that if you want to turn me into another one of your little slave ha-aa-haaaaaaaaaaar-har-emmmmmhhhhmmm!”

Her defiant exclamation was undone by the swift penetration of her tight folds. She may have been a slut, but she was also still young and his cock stretched her more than any she had before. Hard and deep, he drove into her. She was so utterly drenched that he got right into pounding her.

The slaps of flesh against flesh were only overpowered by her wanton cries. Alex bowed over her like a rutting wolf. One hand gave him stability, the other found her clit and began rubbing in tandem with the frantic pace of the fucking. Her wide hips were swinging back at him. “Oh yes, more like that! More!” she screamed at a high pitched tone. She was trembling all over.

Alex suddenly pulled out. His cock ached. The annoyance of his pleasure craving instincts was entirely superceded by his dominant instincts. Charlotte whirled around and gave him a pout. When that did not work, she gave him a glare.

“Come ooooon,” she teased him and spread her legs invitingly. “Don’t make me masturbate again, cock is so much better.”

“My cock is,” he chastized her.

“Yes, your cock is the best I ever had!” she said and she meant that. “Now stick it back in me!”

Alex brushed through her hair with gentle care. “No,” he told her.

“You don’t want to fuck me?” Charlotte asked, the disbelief plain in her voice. “You don’t want to pound this nubile slut?”

“No, I don’t,” Alex said and he meant that. “I want to fuck my Charlotte.” Something in the deep tone he said that in, the mixture of care and demand, made her blush. Green eyes dashed to the side. “I know you want to say it,” he encouraged her. “Be mine. Enough of sleeping around. Even when we get out of here, you’ll only need me.”

Deep breaths made the medium breasts of the tomboy rise and fall. She mumbled something in French. “Fine… fine… I’ll be yours…,” she caved, reluctant and yet with certainty. “I’ll be your Charlotte.”

“That’s right. You’ll be my private slut.”

“Alex’s private slut does have a ring to it,” she joked.

Then, he sunk back into her. The scream was muffled by the renewed meeting of their lips. Barely had he pushed all the way back into her that she came.

Alex used the moment of her spasms to grab her ankles. At first it was just a test of how flexible she was, then he had pinned her down under him. Her bubble butt was under his groin, her knees next to her head, her feet were against the grass, and she complained about none of it. “Oh, yes, bend your private slut!”

“I’ll do so much more than bend you,” Alex promised.

Then he began to fuck her in earnest.

He believed her when she had said she was his, but he needed to drill that fact into her brain. Nothing about her should ever be able to doubt that the night in the fog was a fluke. Charlotte had needs and he would meet those needs - he would exceed her expectations. He would make her cum over and over again, demoting any previous encounters she had from ‘sex’ to ‘kind of fun evenings’. Sex was what they had. Getting fucked is what she experienced with him.

Charlotte could only take it and scream. So total was the way he pinned her that she could barely even writhe. “Oh yes! Oh yeee-e-essss, use your private slut! I’m you-u-u-uursssss!” she exclaimed and with each repetition it became a little more true. The foxy French tomboy would be his forever, he would assure it through love and lust.

She came. Not for the second, third, or fourth time. She just came. He was fucking her with all he had to offer and it was turning her thoughts into a slurry. Green eyes rolled up among the ecstasy.

Stopping deep inside her, close to his orgasm but not quite there, Alex bowed down to her ear. “You’ll never sleep around again. I’ll give you everything you need. It’ll be so much better than just picking up random guys, I promise you that with every fibre of my being.”

When he pulled out, Charlotte was still cumming. A gush of pussy juices from her agape hole was all the proof he needed for the fact that he had hammered her so hard she would never forget. He had made her commit to being his, had showed her the reward for doing so, and not it was time for the final showcase of her surrender.

“Suck me off.”

With trembling motions, Charlotte got on all fours again. She hastily positioned herself between his spread legs, then took half of his cock into her throat in one mindlessly horny motion. The gag reflex kicked in, making her retreat to more reasonable levels. Guided by his hand on her head, she bobbed. She did not have to work his cock for long.

“Keep it all in your mouth!” he ordered her, then groaned.

Seed pumped up his shaft. Spurt for spurt it filled her mouth. Pink lips remained a tight seal around his glans. Methodic motions of her hands massaged every last drop out of his shaft. She was all too eager about all of this to hate it.

“Present it to me,” he commanded her next.

Charlotte pulled her head back and offered the sight of his thick, white load between her pearly teeth. Her tongue churned the display for his viewing pleasure. Even if she had not been a swallower in the past, she knew how to be erotic.

“Swallow.”

Lips closed, the French woman gulped audibly. When next she opened her mouth, the load was entirely gone.

“Good girl,” Alex praised her and scratched her behind the ears like a pet. “How did you like your treat?”

“It was fantastic,” she swooned.

“If you want more of this, remember what you said.”

“Yes, I’m your private slut, Master.” She stopped for a moment, then giggled to herself. “Once you go Alex, you never go back.”

“That doesn’t even rhyme!” He laughed with her anyway.

 With that officialized, Alex felt more than a little better. It had been brewing at the back of his mind, this need to show the young swimmer that she was better than spreading her legs for whoever offered a good night at a time. Now that he had and she was his, he… was up to three sex slaves. Charlotte was effectively one, even if he used a different title for her.

Alex suddenly realized that he wasn’t hearing anything from the other girls. Him and Charlotte turned to find the crowd in various states of rapture. Tess and Sofia were just openly touching themselves - as was Ashley, actually. The reporter was mid-orgasm when she realized she was getting stared at.

“H-hey, it was just so… touching!” she babbled.

“Uh-huh,” Valeria made the unconvinced sound before Alex could.

One after another the tomboys recovered. “So, how far did you get in the explanation?” he wondered.

“To the point where we crashed, then we all got distracted by you breaking the brat in, Master,” Tess said.

That state of affairs was changed thereafter. “Oh wowzers,” Ashley commented afterwards. “That’s… a lot… not sure of my maidenly heart can take this…”

“Yeah, your maidenly heart,” Alex could not help but be sarcastic. “You masturbated as hard as Sofia over here and this is her dream come true.”

“I- You- I-” Ashley stuttered. “B-baka!” The sudden switch to Japanese only made the reporter blush harder. “Forget that happened!”

“No.”

“Awwwwwww!” Ashley hid her face behind her hands and knelt down, making herself as small as possible. “J-just pick a new direction…”

That, Alex could do.