Surrender: Ultra Alpha Age Play ABDL Romance (2 page)

Finally, I found it inside the empty box of ‘Diamond Rocks’ tank tops the waitresses wore. I tried one on once, it had to stretch so far around me the glittery printing on the front was so freakishly pulled out of proportion it was barely recognizable. All the fucking chicks that worked here were like a size 2, except me. I’m sure if Jesse wasn’t my brother’s best friend, I would never have gotten a job in a place like this.

“Hey!” Someone yelled from above.

I jerked my head up from under the bar and slammed it into the corner of the metal sink.

“Ow!! Fuck!” Looking up, there’s Derek smiling down at me. He’s a regular and sometimes Jesse let’s him work after hours cleaning up.

“Hey.” Gathering my purse, for some reason I can’t seem to get it to stay on my shoulder as I sway back and forth, trying to focus.

“You look nice.” Derek gives me his best shit eating grin and we both know what he wants.

“Oh yeah?” I turn and pretend to give a little primp in the mirror behind the bar. The image staring back at me is anything but
‘nice’
. Even through my vodka soaked vision, I can see my hair is hanging in pathetic tendrils around my face, the bit of make up I had started the night with was smeared and worn. I looked 10 years older than my young age of 21.

Honestly, I probably was 10 years older than my real age, at least in mileage. Life wasn’t always the princess fairy tale the books tell you it is going to be when you are little. Growing up with two alcoholic parents and having the state remove you from their home when you are 10 was never in the books I read at least. Someone was watching over me, because Kent applied immediately to be my guardian, and the state let me go live with him. It wasn’t easy, an 18 year old kid trying to raise his little sister, but it was a world better than foster care. I still lay in bed at night and can see his face, so young to be gone and I curse whoever took him from me Christmas eve when I just turned 18. He was driving home from a party to be home with me. Stone sober, but something happened and he crossed the white line into on coming traffic. Somehow the police got a hold of Jesse first and he was at the hospital before Kent died.

“Hey! So? You wanna?” Derek was yelling at me.

“What?” I squished up my face trying to figure out what he had said.

“Come on. Why don’t we take a little walk before you leave?” Derek showed up about twice a week for a booty call. Usually I sent him off, but a night like tonight when the Goose and I were flying high, I gave in. What’s a chubby girl like me to do? I don’t see no other prince charmings waiting to whisk me off to their palace. Big girls need a nice fuck sometimes too.

“Sure.” I slurred the word back and him and took a quick look around to be sure Jesse wasn’t watching me.

“Cool!” He threw his arm over my shoulders as we walked toward the back booths. There were some private rooms for VIP’s and paid private dances and I had a key, so that is where we usually headed.

Derek wasn’t all bad, just a punk with a gold tooth and no future. But, what he lacked in substance, he certainly made up for in other ways.

Quickly inside the room, he stripped me of my purse and shut the door.

“You gonna suck my cock baby?” He pushed his tongue into my mouth as his hands unceremoniously groped at my huge breasts. Pulling at my shirt with less finesse than a Russian gulag miner, he managed to get under my bra and unhook the clasp, letting all my luscious round flesh free.

“Ummmm…” I moaned, honestly not because I was all that turned on my his effort, but because it really felt good to release the weight out of my bra.

“You like it baby??” His rough hands slipped over my huge pink nipples, squeezing and massaging me with whatever game he thought he had.

He wasn’t much like I said to talk to, but he had some skills in other ways.

“Give me a little taste here baby girl.” He lowered his face, and the first swipe of his hot tongue sent a shiver over my flesh. He swirled his tongue around my hardening nipple. He used both of his hands to caress and massage the hefty weight of my generous orbs, finally drawing me deep inside his mouth.

“Mmmmm…” His tongue was working, something about his mouth had a way of getting me going faster than I ever would expect. Maybe it was the hunger, the intensity. Whenever we were together, he was totally here, completely and utterly passionate about my body and it really made me leave all my insecurities behind at least for a while.

He deepened his sucking and he had a good portion of me inside his hot mouth, his tongue like a wild windmill, sucking and feeling like he was everywhere at once. Even through my vodka stupor, my body warmed and tingled with him at my breast.

“You are so hot.” He really thought I was too. Working here with all these other silicone Barbies, I always felt so out of place. But, I had to admit, when Derek went to work on me, I felt beautiful, as beautiful as any of those fucking princesses.

He moved his mouth from one side to the next, laving and sucking so deep I drew in my breath and my hands tangled in his soft brown hair, holding me tightly in place. Then I pulled at him, guiding his face to mine and he kissed me long and deep, his magic tongue spinning around in my mouth as I heard his belt buckle clink and his body shift.

“Come here. Down.” He pushed on my shoulders, pressing me toward the floor. Looking down, one of his other greatest attributes was standing up hard and tall in front of his body. His jeans crumpled on the floor at his ankles.

I knew what to do, we had danced this dance before. I circled my hands around the impressive girth of his shaft, my tongue giving the first flick at the spongy head and tasting the briny masculine flavor of his arousal.

“Yeah, baby. Suck that cock.” Derek’s hands were already on the back of my head, drilling his hips forward, nudging his greedy cock at my lips. I opened, slipping my tongue around the defined ridge of the head as he pressed quickly forward, sliding the engorged meat over my tongue.

I quickly began pumping the lower part of his shaft with both my hands. Yes, both. I could fit both my hands on his length as I had him in my mouth he was that fucking huge. There was no way I could take him all down my throat, so I usually just spit like crazy and pumped with my hands, doing the best I could to suck as much of him inside my mouth as possible without completely suffocating myself.

“Oh yeah…” He moaned as I worked him with everything I had. The smell of stale smoke and god knows what else coming up and around me from my place on that nasty, sticky floor. For whatever reason, the whole thing turned me on. Being on this disgusting floor with the cock of some guy I only know from a few half drunk fuck sessions driving down my throat clenched my pussy like he was some fucking knight in shining armor. My panties were already soaking wet, I could feel them sticking between my folds as my body thumped and pulsed kneeling in front of him.

What was worse, is I knew what was coming next and I was still here and still wet. His mile long cock began driving down my throat until I choked and gagged, the taste of bile tickling the back of my throat. My body was covered in sweat as I heard Derek begin to pant and face fuck me harder and harder.

“What the fuck’s the matter with you, you fucking whore! Don’t you know how to suck a cock?? Quit choking like a little girl!!”

He slammed into my face and tiny white lights began to twinkle in my eyes. The force of his thick shaft and swollen head finding no way to go any deeper and the switch was beginning to flip in the mild mannered Derek.

“Stand the fuck up you fucking bitch!!!” Spit showered me from above as he pulled at my hair, his cock still deep in my throat, my hands desperately trying to guide it out of my mouth before my teeth touched him. That had happened once before, and he was not pleased.

“Don’t you know how to fucking suck a cock? Stupid whore. Can’t you make me come with your fucking mouth??” He screamed and his face turned to a red shade of fury.

My heart drummed in my chest, I wasn’t sure why, but I always came back for more. Every time it turned like this, and I had no excuse. I was here for more and my pulse flowed with fire and ice as Derek’s eyes filled with danger.

“Answer me you fucking cunt.” Spit flew off his lips wetting my face with each venomous word.

“No, I don’t. I tried…” My words a whisper.

“Fucking fat girl. You’re fucking lucky I stick my cock in that nasty little pussy of yours. Is that what you want? You don’t want to make me cum with your mouth because then I won’t fuck you? Right??!!”

I nodded as he tore at my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. My huge breasts bouncing and the big pink circles hardening into small peaks.

The pounding between my legs was screaming by now. Derek peeled off his shirt reveling his own lean hard form, every sinuous muscle tight and furious with his lust and anger.

Standing there shaking in front of him, I crossed my arms over my naked body, not knowing what exactly was coming.

“Don’t fucking cover yourself. Get your fucking pants down if you want my cock. I’m not doing all the fucking work.”

My hands were shaking as I unbuttoned the top button, the soft generous flesh of my belly pushing out over the tight waist of my jeans. The zipper lowered almost on it’s own from the pressure of the tight fabric and I looped my fingers at the top, pulling down as my body trembled.

I could hear his breathing as I bend down to pull my pants off my legs, leaving my panties in place.

“Nice. Good girl. Now, beg me to fuck you. Say please.” His dark eyes narrowed as he stroked his long cock.

“Please fuck me.” My voice a shadow of a whisper.

“What the fuck was that you little princess. I said BEG. Do you know what that means?”

I was never sure if this was just a little game we played, or if Derek was truly a psychopath but something about it made me so fucking hot. The danger, the degrading way he talked to me it fucking made my heart pound with fear and primal lust. The lips of my pussy tingling and throbbing as I looked at his eyes.

“God,
please,
Derek.
Please
will you fuck me? I need it so bad,
I need your cock
…”

His predatory gaze make my skin crawl as one strong arm reached out and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back until stars danced in my eyes and all I could see was the dirty black ceiling of the stinking room. His grip was iron and I shuddered at the pain as he spun me around, pulling at my hair.

“Ow!” I whimpered.

“Shut up bitch. Open your legs.”

He pushed my head down and the weight of my breasts swung freely under my body as I shifted my hips and feet to open my legs.

“That’s a good little cunt. Look at that….mmmm.”

I moaned as his fingers dove into my dripping folds.

“You’re a wet little pussy. I guess you like it rough don’t you Katrina.??”

I nodded, only because I knew if I didn’t it would only take longer and I wanted him. Now, inside me, that giant piece of meat.

Tightening his grip on my hair, the tendons in my neck screaming as the first brush of his cock head met with my soaking hot entrance. He teased me, running the engorged helmet up and down, spreading my lubrication higher until he toyed with my ass hole.

“You want me to fuck your little ass??”

A true wave of panic washed over me. I didn’t mind the rough sex, the nasty talk, but I DID NOT want him to stick that monster in my ass. I had only been with a couple other guys before in my life, and I NEVER let any of them fuck me in the ass. I certainly wasn’t going to let Derek be the first.

“NO! NO, fuck my cunt, please Derek.
PLEASE.
”

My heart was beating like I was running for my life and I could feel each beat down inside my clenching canal. Waiting, willing him to push his veiny hulking cock into me as he jerked on my hair and guided the tip of his meat into my dripping pussy.

“I’m going to fuck you, I’m going to fuck you until you scream for me to stop.”

“AHHHH!!!!” Derek slammed the first stroke of his gigantic shaft as deep as he could, tearing into me, not even giving me a second to adjust to his enormous size.

After the insertion, he moved his ragged fingernails to dig into my hip as he pulled and tore at my hair, riding me like a terrified donkey. The tension in my gut frantically building into a roaring lion between my legs. The full length of his cock banging at my cervix, sending waves of pain and sweat over my body as my breasts swung violently below.

I heard my own moans as he sawed in and out as though I was no more than a piece of meat. Derek growled and ravaged me with every inch of his length. My body clenching and consuming him as my own liquid arousal was dripping down my inner thighs.

His cock head was swelling inside me, and the sensation of his dick pressing so deeply, swirled into a vortex of dark need, swiftly gathering together in that one focused spot inside my body. Everything else fell away as I rode out each pillaging thrust, my mind reeled as the tension gathered and I drove my hips back, taking him in harder and harder.

“Fucking bitch, that’s right, fuck my cock, you like that don’t you??”

His vile words spun me over the edge and everything else became muffled as my body shivered and jerked, the tension unbound and exploded in a giant depraved climax that shook my hips as he drilled me from behind.