Just a quick one shot. Warning lemon/cuck/sex/cheating/funeral sex/mourning sex. Out of character and dom/sub relationship. Enjoy. Read and review.
Simon smirked as he exited the garden party and headed up the stairs to the kitchen. He entered Alvin and Brittany's old house. It was so dreary inside. All the curtains were covered by thick black curtains out of mourning and most of the house felt stuffy and closed off. He walked through it knowing exactly where she was going to be.
Brittany was standing in front of the kitchen sink and just staring at the black curtain that covered it. Her dress was as black as the curtain if made of significantly less material. It hugged her large hip and ass, her breasts seemed to be squeezed in. And cupped upwards like a couple of hands holding her tits upwards. Simon licked his lips. She looked positively ravishing.
Simon walked up behind her and spun her around before kissing her forcefully on the mouth. Her eyes widened in fear and she attempted to wriggle out of his grasp. He finally had to pull back sloppily for air and breathed deeply looking deeply into her eyes. She was significantly shorter then him. By around a head.
Not as short as Eleanor but she definitely did not meet her sister Jeanette when it came to height.
"I have been waiting for this for too long." Simon said authoritatively as he began to kiss her again and roughly thrust his hand between her thighs. He smirked when he felt that her lacey panties were nice and damp from that one kiss alone. He couldn't blame her he was also pretty turned on by just that one kiss himself.
"N-No. Please." Brittany begged desperately. Her make up smudged and starting to run. She looked at him desperately. Pleadingly. But not for the reason that you would expect. She was looking at him lovingly. She wanted him to be inside of her. She wanted him to fuck her silly. She knew it and he knew it. They were simply prolonging the inevitable. It was the little game that they played every single time. There was one or two tiny little details different this time though.
"It-it's Alvin's funeral. You can't fuck his widow at his funeral." She said desperately.
"So what? I'm the alpha now. Which means that I can do whatever that I like. And you will like it too." He kissed her neck and relished in the sound that she made with every loving kiss and suck and bite. She grasped his head and kept his face smothered deep in her neck. He breathed in her perfume, she had to smell nice even when she was burying her husband. The little flirtatious slut.
"But what about Jeanette? She is right outside. She is your wife for Gods sake." Simon frowned and bit her harder, hard enough to make her cry out in pain. He looked at her warningly.
"The alpha fucks the most sexually available and attractive mates. The ones that get him going. And that is you. Jeanette doesn't do it for me anymore. I mean look at her." He unabashed pulled the curtain back and pushed Brittany's face to it. Brittany looked at where her little sister stood talking with some folks. She had crows feet around her eyes, a few gray hairs and her tits were not as attractive as they used to be. Even her dress seemed to be covering her sexuality and her body more then ecentuating it. Instead of making her look more attractive all it did was cover up her beauty. Brittany would wisely use clothing to make her be even more attractive. She used her clothes to bring attention to her still proud tits and rear. Jeanette was never comfortable with the attention but Brittany of course relished in it.
"Yes...I...I see." Brittany said significantly cowed.
"I am the alpha remember that." Simon said as he bit her neck again. She gasped and rubbed her hips against his cock and balls. Nice and big and thick. A real alpha's balls. She needed those balls inside of her. Simon smiled at her stupidity and complacency.
There was no such thing as an alpha that was just a stupid urban legend. There was no such thing as one animal that rules over a pack. The closest thing to that was humans. And those people were assholes. But of course simple minded fashion oriented cum tank Brittany did not know that. Which made her easy to exploit for his sexual needs. Which was exactly what he planned to do.
"So are you ready for me to fuck you at your dead husbands funeral?"
"Yes." Brittany spoke and ground her ass into his genitals again.
"Are you mine to do with whenever I wish?"
"Yes."
"Even in the middle of the night you will come over to my house and give me a quickie?"
"Oh god yes. My mind, my body, my heart, my soul, my breasts, my cunt, my ASS! Everything about me is yours and yours alone to do with as you want." Brittany said in joy as she felt the burning hot rod in his pants. Simon smiled, his glasses reflecting the light so that no one would be able to see his eyes.
He grasped her top and pulled it down with one finger. Her breasts popped out free. No bra, she would never wear a bra, the straps would show on this thing. He spun her around and lifted her onto the counter. He roughly grabbed her panties and yanked them off. Ripping the lace in half. She frowned at him.
"H-Hey!"
"Alvin has a huge inheritance and a life insurance policy. You can afford some new underwear." He said as he kissed her pouting lips and trembling chin. She really liked that pair of panties though! They fit her wide ass, it was hard to find clothes that fit her wide ass.
She felt him grab her hips and pull her roughly so that they were rutting against each other. Their clothing still on but getting significantly fucked out. He grabbed his belt and quickly undid it. His cock flopped out. It was big, and wide, it was like an elephant trunk. The perfect size to stick into her cunt. Brittany gulped and felt herself grow warm deep in her core.
It would not be the first time that they fucked...but this made it feel more permanent. It made it feel as if it would stick. Before it had been a fun little game to tease each other with when they were bored...but here and now...it felt as permanent as...well as a funeral...
Brittany grasped his back and arched her own when he began to ease himself inside of her. She gasped and a few tears came out. She felt as if her beloved Alvin was watching them from heaven...and getting significantly aroused and disappointed. She was already another mans slut. His brand new cum slut. She knew that she would not be able to go back from this. She was exclusively Simon's from now until the end of time.
She began to thrust against him. Her mind wandering, her breasts bouncing free in the air. Her toes clenched in her sandals until they fell off. She arched her back and scooted her bare bum across the counter until it was firmly in the palms of his hand. She bounced up and down excitedly. She was his. She was his! He thrust powerfully back into her. His cock reached the back of her womb. He knew the scientific word for womb, but it was long and boring and in latin. And why should he bother thinking about her womb when he could just appreciate having his cock held in her cunt. It was like she was never going to let him go. She was keeping him inside of her tunnel forever and ever.
She might be his cum slut but as long as his dick was inside of her she called all of the shots. He didn't hate that. She was a pretty decent lay. With her big massage able butt cheeks in his hands. Bouncing hypnotically up and down and getting her sweat and lady cum everywhere...well he was getting rather damp, and she was getting a puddle everywhere.
Simon merely grinned and continued to thrust into her. His cock was like a homing beacon reaching all the way into her womb and pressing her most sensitive of places down wards. As if they were buttons and he was expertly pressing them all. He stopped and paused. She looked at him in confusion. Her perfect hair was ruined, her make up was running and her panties were shredded on one of her ankles. She looked at him like a lost child. Fearful and respectful but still curious.
"Why did you stop?" She said softly. He could feel his orgasm rising inside of him. Churning in his balls and creeping up his shaft. His baby batter was nice and fertile, he had not come once for a month he had not even masturbated. He had enough semen stored up in his balls to rival a horses load. He didn't want to waste all of it right then and there. He pulled out of her and began to stroke himself teasingly. Her juices making for a nice natural lube.
"No reason. Just wanted to make sure that you really wanted it all." He said teasingly as he began to stroke at his damp cock. She frowned before she slid off of the counter and leaned her stomach on it, her butt holding itself up, her knees and legs shaky the entire time but she was well aware that she had to do this. If she ever hoped to cum then she needed to humiliate herself for this beast of a man.
"I want it. I want it all. Please...I beg you...please..." Simon grinned again and shoved his cock back into her. She threw her head back as he began to fuck her from behind. She felt as if she was being ravaged. As if she were a feral bitch in heat and had just met the alpha of her life. The alpha to end all alphas. The perfect mate. The perfect man. The perfect fuck.
Simon felt his orgasm rise up again and did nothing to control it. He thrust himself deeper into her. He made sure that she was sufficiently wet. He made sure that she was starting to orgasm. And then he cam long and hard. She gasped as he filled her up to the bursting point. Then he continued. He pulled out of her and came on her back and the back of her bare shoulders and even made a little bit of a smile on her ass cheeks.
She gasped and panted in complete and utter bliss. She looked up at him with wide desperate eyes.
"I-I am all dirty." She said softly.
"So go put on another dress or something. Haven't you been wearing the same one for over fifteen minutes? I am amazed that you haven't melted yet or anything." She pouted. Put out that he was making fun of her. So what if she liked being pretty! She had Alvin to impress...or at least Simon to impress...the hypocrite, making fun of Jeanette for not keeping up her appearance and then picking on her for doing so.
She would go and change. The moment that she was certain that her legs would be able to support her weight without sending her to the floor, she was so full of cum that she would probably burst like a water balloon.
The two of them heard a gasp from the doorway. They both turned to see Eleanor standing there in her mourning attire. She gazed at Brittany bent over and covered in semen. And then looked at Simon. Some of his sperm still dribbling white and sticky and with a heavenly odor emanating from his cock. He looked at the big breasted bimbo that had just walked in on his little love session. He turned to Eleanor, the light flashing off of his glasses. He grinned sadistically and stuck his pinky into Brittany's blinking ass hole. She groaned and contracted around the finger instinctually.
"Well what are you waiting for?" Simon said to Eleanor as she took a hesitant step into the kitchen. "It's not going to suck itself."
A few months later Theodore's car did not break and Eleanor was quickly indoctrinated into the glories of Simon's glorious cock.
Sorry if this is a little on the short side, or if anyone is out of character. Or really just downright cruel. just wanted to write out a quick and weird cuck story. Remember to read and review.