Tomboy Island

“That’s fine.” Alex’s answer visibly annoyed the tall woman. That wasn’t his intention, although he couldn’t say that he minded the look of her stewing either. It pleased his dom side. “Valeria, if you need it badly…?”

“Yeah I do, stud,” she purred and laid down on her back.

“What about me, Master?” Tess asked, a needy whine in her usually so dry voice.

“You’ll know your place,” he snapped back at her, exactly as harsh as he felt he should be. The rebuttal made the goth visibly quiver. She moaned when he grabbed her face. “Sex slaves get used when their owners feel like it, isn’t that right?” He extended the question to Sofia and Charlotte with a warning glare. The two of them nodded eagerly. Tess couldn’t, she was getting her cheeks squished. “I’m feeling gracious though, so you may pleasure yourself as you watch me please Valeria.”

“Thank you, Master,” Tess swooned.

Alex let go of her. Behind he heard a muttered, “Fuck, that was hot.” When he looked over his shoulder, he found Evelyn already rubbing her cunt. “You just keep going,” she told him. “This is shaping up to be exactly the kind of porn I usually watch.”

“Oh God, if only I could take notes,” Ashley gasped, then blushed intensely when his attention snapped to her. Despite that, she did not stop rubbing her own clit. Next to her, Yahui was mimicking the motion unashamedly.

Everyone was watching him close in on Valeria, filling the space with the lewd sounds of moans and wet cunts getting fingered. If Alex hadn’t been hard before, he would have been by now. If he hadn’t had a need to perform, it definitely existed now.

Valeria gazed up at him. Green eyes beheld him, the stern attitude in them entirely replaced by desire. She was even more his to play with than the night before. Then there had been a need to doubt whether he was allowed to pound her as he did. Now, there was no such barrier. He descended on her lips and claimed the red pillows for himself.

Evelyn whistled in the background, Yahui and Ashley barely bit back loud moans, while the sex slaves openly shouted in delight at watching their Master make out with another woman. Alex could almost smell the air growing sweeter, as seven nubile women were shedding pheromones. Even if his active senses could not perceive it, his instincts did.

Without looking, without the aid of any hands, he aligned his cock with the swollen mons of Valeria and drove into her. The nymphomaniac screamed into his mouth. The first thrust scrapped along all the right spots, pushed up against a sensitive bundle of nerves in her depths, and had her climax by the third time he repeated the motion.

“No wonder everyone was staring at him breaking me!” Charlotte moaned in the background.

Alex was sheathed deep inside Valeria, staying still only because the orgasmic quivers of her quim kept him there. Their tongues kept on whirling. Hot breath flowed between prolonged kisses from her lips.

“Is… that what you’re going to do?” Valeria asked. “Break me?”

“I’d like to try,” Alex grunted, truthfully.

“Then do, stud.”

The permission came just as her orgasm ebbed away. With it came a sudden rush of sadistic, dominant intent. His unoccupied hand found its way on her neck.

Valeria’s eyes went wide. It was an expression of anything but shock. While he pressed down on her windpipe, a lewd smile curled the corners of her red lips. The straight face of the stern woman was replaced with a plastered expression of delight. “Y—---” Was the only sound she managed to press past his grasp.

“Oh, please do that to me,” Sofia whispered, just loud enough to overpower the sounds of masturbation and fucking.

The hand loosened and Valeria took a deep, necessary inhale. There were no words, only more screams of erotic depth. With the life-giving air came a rush of sensitivity. Her cunt clenched down again, while squirting love juices broke against his skin.

“He makes them squirt so easily,” Yahui gasped. “No one ever made me squirt.”

“Let’s show our audience a little more of you,” Alex grunted and pulled out of the twitching nymphomaniac. Involuntary twitches asides, she was easy to move around, practically putty in his hands. He made her move on all fours, then hugged her from behind. One arm was slung around her torso, the hand sinking into her large tit, the other around her neck, putting her in a chokehold.

“Oh, yes, that’s how you treat a lady,” Evelyn commented.

Alex did not plunge right back into her. Instead, he glided back and forth between her thighs. Slippery from their combined juices, those toned, clenching legs were pleasurable in their own way. He kept on sliding over her wet lips, making her moan, desperate for more.

“Yes, I love this scene,” Ashley muttered. “Getting hugged and getting pounded… that looks sooo goood.”

Concentrating on teasing her, Alex kept massaging her large tit. Those breasts were just perfect on her. Firm, perfectly round, yet perfectly squishy, pliable under his fingers. He twisted a nipple and made the climber moan. All of the lust that had bottled up over the day kept on lubricating his cock.

“Oh, yesh, stuuuu-”

Alex tightened his chokehold in the middle of her sentence. She was an olympic woman, but he was a well-trained man. His curling biceps was every bit as much a vice on her neck as the climax-grip of her cunt would be on his cock. Throaty sound of pure euphoria accompanied her inability to breathe. “Not stud,” he told her, then relieved the pressure.

“Master!” she cried immediately, to the unified ecstatic shouts of support from the three sex slaves. It was the swift and immediate reaction of a good girl and good girls got rewarded.

He rammed back into her agape cunt. Both of her tits bounced from the sheer force of the impact. They both had to reach out to the nearby stone wall to remain stable on their knees. “Touch yourself,” he grunted into her ear.

A mere moment later, he felt the pressure of her fingers against her clit, a mild bit of extra tightness to the entrance of her quivering quim. All other women in the shade had their eyes glued to the scene. Valeria’s frame against his broad chest must have been quite the sight, especially once he started fucking her with full force again.

The loud smacks of his hips against her round ass competed with the most shameless moans from the women around. Whether those were Evelyn’s deliberately loud cries, Tess’ sound of utter veneration, or Ashley’s honest and thoughtless cries of voyeuristic delight, was up for debate.

Fact was that Valeria would have outdone them all, had Alex not restricted her access to air again. He tasted the fresh sweat on her neck, while fucking and choking her. She just kept on squirting while he did so.

Alex only realized he was about to cum when his hips instinctively rocked forwards. Pressed up against her, he stopped. His balls tightened. The need to release that had been building in himself over the course of the day pumped into the nympho. Each heavy spurt was sheer bliss. All of him was tense - then he relaxed.

Valeria inhaled sharply. She coughed and moaned simultaneously, various reflexes and contractions clashing with each other. He kept her in his loose grasp while she slowly reclaimed control of herself.

“I can definitely see why they’re all yours now, stud,” Valeria spoke, her stern tone slowly coming back in.

“You’re not?” Alex asked, a bit disappointed.

“Takes more than two good poundings to make me a ‘sex slave’,” she answered and kissed him on the mouth. “Maybe if you keep doing what you’re doing.”

Alex had planned on that anyhow.