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Billion Dollar Harem	By : Mal Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 340408 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it did NOT happen. I do NOT know, nor have I ever met any of the celebrities who are portrayed in this story. I don't condone any actions contained here in, and I make no money from its distribution.

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Disclaimer:
The following is a work of fiction. It is not, in any way, intended to reflect reality. It is purely a fantasy originating in the deepest recesses of my mind. While real people do appear in this work, I, the writer of this work, in no way wish to see these individuals actually put in any situation contained therein. Furthermore, I do not, in any way, shape, or form, condone rape, kidnapping, violence, or any of the other questionable acts that appear herein. This work is not intended to endorse or condone anyone who would perform such vile acts. Anyone who would do any such a thing to a real-life person deserves punishments reserved only for those in the deepest circle of hell. In addition, I do not know, nor have I ever met Emma Watson, Margot Robbie, Taylor Swift, Bella Thorne, Chloe Moretz, Felicity Jones, Cara Delevingne, Dove Cameron or Ariana Grande. The versions of them that appear in this story are fictional and purely based on their celebrity persona. I apologize if that offends you. My intention is only to entertain. Finally, I make no money from the distribution of this work.
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Story Codes: MF
Day 41 (6 a.m.)
The master had arranged for Dove Cameron’s cell to open at six a.m. so she could come to his room and perform unspecified chores for him. She didn’t have a way to set an alarm, so she also hoped he had arranged a way for her to wake up. Sleep, however, had not come easily. Despite his claims that she would not be forced to do anything she didn’t want to, Dove couldn’t help but think that he was bringing her there for sex and she was beyond nervous.
Dove had been in an ongoing relationship on the outside. She had even recently gotten engaged to her longtime boyfriend. So it wasn’t like she was new to sex. Admittedly, she wasn’t as experienced as other girls her age. Disney sort of frowns on its representatives behaving promiscuously, and she took her obligations seriously. Because of that, she’d only had sex with two different men, and… kind of had one secret make out session with one of her female co-stars…
Needless to say, she was anxious and a little angry about the prospect of fucking a total stranger to avoid something far worse and it had taken her hours after curfew to finally drift off. When she did finally sleep, it was fitful and filled with wild, torrid dreams of the master forcing her to do all manner of degrading things. The kind of things in her previous life she would have found disgraceful and reviling. But, since coming here, they were also thoughts she couldn’t seem to keep out of her head, and for reasons she couldn’t explain, was finding them more and more arousing.
She was a long last snoozing soundly, when a deep male voice came though the intercom in her room. “It is six a.m. Ms. Cameron. This will be your only wake up notice.” Dove sat up, rubbing her eyes. For a moment she wondered if the voice had been part of a dream. “Better not risk it,” she mumbled, and slid off the bed onto the floor. She stretched her arms over her head, yawning widely. The huge white-tee shirt she wore rode up over her panties, revealing just a hint of camel toe as her underwear had ridden up during the night. They were still damp from the lurid dreams that had filled her head.
Still half asleep, she picked the panties out of her crack and went toward the door in a daze. It took two tries before she got her hand around the doorknob, which, to her surprise, turned, allowing her to open the door. “Huh…” I guess it wasn’t a dream.”
Her lucidity was growing as she passed through the main dorm into the restroom. But she wasn’t yet so cognizant as to notice Ariana Grande doing some light weight training on a yoga mat in the exercise room. She peeled off her clothes and took a shower.
The warm water did wonders for her addled sleep-deprived brain and, moments later, Dove was feeling much more like herself. She took her time soaping up. In the aftermath of those dreams, her hands felt so good against her young, supple flesh. She moaned softly and her cheeks blushed red when she found her pussy warm and sensitive to the touch. Biting her lip, she cupped one of her firm, full breasts. Her thumb and forefinger encircled one of her thick, puffy nipples. Gently, she pinched it, tweaking it lightly and carefully pulling it. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure down her body even as she reveled in the sensation between her legs. “What are you doing?” she gasped, her voice a mixture of shame and lust as she slipped a pair of fingers into her wet love tunnel.
Dove leaned back against the shower wall, letting the hot spring water cascade down her body. Fondling her breasts, she gave into the fantasies she’d dreamt about, and slowly worked to fingerfuck herself to a gentle orgasm. Her young body twitched as the pleasure built. “Yes, Master,” she cooed softly, “I’ll be your dirty little slut.” The words left her mouth before she knew what she was saying. She was shocked and humiliated; her face went flush with embarrassment. But, at the same time, her pussy tensed and as her fingers plunged back inside, she orgasmed. Looking around the vacant shower stall when she was done, she found herself ashamed, despite being alone. “I can’t believe I just did that…” she said, her chest still heaving from the effort.
As she finished her shower, she found it difficult to get her mind off what she’d just done. More concerning was why she’d done it at all. The master was attractive, but she hated him. He kidnapped her, brought her to this place against her will, and forced her to do vile things to her friend, Ariana. She did hate him, didn’t she? Ever since his invitation last night, she couldn’t seem to stop thinking about what it would be like to…she swallowed nervously. No. She couldn’t willingly cheat on her boyfriend…right? At the same time, there was the knowledge that not giving into his desires would eventually land her in the punishment room to be taught that lesson the hard way, just as Ariana and Taylor Swift had learned.
She left the shower for the mirror area, dressed in a clean giant tee and panties and began to put on her make up. While she worked, her thoughts dwelled on what she might be made to do when she arrived in her master’s room. The places her mind drifted to as she worked, left her emotions a strange mixture of sadness, humiliation, and arousal.
When she was done getting ready, she headed out. This time, as she exited the restroom, she saw Ariana. The former diva was barreling ahead full speed on a treadmill. “Ari?” she said, poking her head in the room and looking around to see if anyone else was in here? “What are you…”
“Running,” she said in halting breaths, her breasts heaving as she kept up the furious pace.
For a brief moment, Dove’s mind flashed back to the feeling of her tongue buried in the diva’s asshole. She felt herself shiver. Part of her longed to relive that moment, the other part was reviled at even the thought. “But…” she said trying to push the memory away, “I thought…I thought you were a—”
“Cat?” Ariana said, with a grin. The capricious feline suddenly stopped running. She let the motion of the track carry her off the side. Her feet landed on the floor and she swayed toward Dove, who was awestruck at the sight of the singer’s taut, sweaty body in skin-tight yoga pants and a tiny halter top. When she reached the paralyzed blonde, she moved closer, till their faces were inches apart. She let her cheek gently brush against Dove’s face. When her lips were right next to the teen’s ear she whispered, “I am…kitten” and playfully batted her cheek. She pulled back suddenly, raising her hands and flexing her fingers like claws, “meow,” she hissed. Dove was frozen in shock and surprise. Laughing musically, Ari’s gently let her shoulder slide along the teen’s as she slipped past her towards the door. On her way out, she gave Dove a playful swat on the ass. Her hand lingered there just a moment as she cupped the teen’s firm butt cheek, she gave it a soft squeeze and went into the restroom without so much as a backward glance.
Dove blinked as the door to the restroom clicked shut. She looked curiously around the exercise room. “Maybe I am still dreaming,” she said wistfully. Nonetheless, she headed out and went to the door leading to the VIP section and the master’s room. She bent down and spoke into the intercom. “Um… I’m supposed to—”
“The door has been unlocked, Ms. Cameron. You may proceed. The boss’s door is the one at the end of the hall.”
“Right… Um, thank you.” There wasn’t a response, so she reached out, turned the handle, and left the main dorm for the first time. The hallway outside was made of the same dull gray stone as that in the main dorm, the floor too. It seemed to Dove that the entire compound must have been carved from one massive vein of rock. Like the rest of the compound, the walls and the floor were comfortably warm to the touch and, as such, even in bare feet and with no pants, she wasn’t cold.
She proceeded down the long hallway to a metal door directly at the end, noticing that there were two other directions she could have gone, both blocked by similar looking doors that she no doubt did not have access to. “Here we go…” she said, swallowing nervously and knocking softly.
A moment later, the door opened and there stood the man who styled himself her master. He was tall, much taller than she and, if she were being honest with herself, very handsome. He had dark brown hair cut short, a clean-shaven face with a rugged jaw, and devastating steely grey eyes. In addition, he was well muscled, but not bulky. His was more of a lean, Swimmer’s body and he wore the same thing he always seemed to wear, white linen pants and soft brown slippers.
“Good morning, Ms. Cameron,” he said, with a dashing smile, standing aside as he spoke to allow her entry into his rooms.
“Master,” she responded shyly. Her cheeks felt hot and were flush with color. At the sight of him, she couldn’t help but remember what had just happened in the restroom nor the torrid dreams which had preceded that act. She took a few timid steps past the threshold and anxiously brushed her hair over her ear with her fingertips. “I’m here as requested.”
“Welcome. May I offer you a refreshment? I have orange and cranberry juice, sparkling water. Or I believe a few of Ms. Moretz’s sodas are in the fridge as well.”
Dove shifted nervously, her gaze on the floor. “Um…I guess I’ll have some orange juice, Master.”
“Excellent. I’ll pour you a glass. Why don’t you take a seat and make yourself comfortable?” He motioned to the room’s only chair, a plush leather recliner, waited a moment to see if she would sit, and then exited the room to fetch her drink.
Dove used the master’s absence to look around the room. In addition to the chair, there was a gorgeous dark wood liquor cabinet and a tall stand that contained several books. On the wall by the door was a huge flat screen tv. But other than that, the room was very sparsely decorated. Although these rooms, unlike every other room she’d seen, were fully carpeted. Everywhere else only seemed to have area rugs covering the floor.
She was very nervous and stood fidgeting. Should she sit, as instructed? Or was the master simply offering her a courtesy best not taken? In the end, she chose to stand, staring at the blank tv screen, rubbing her arms and shifting her feet till he returned. He held a tall glass tumbler filled with what appeared to be freshly squeezed orange juice and offered it to her with a smile. “Thank…thank you, Master,” she said shyly, and took a small sip.
“Please, Ms. Cameron, have a seat,” he again motioned to the chair, “I promise everything will be ok. There is no reason to be so nervous.”
Dove sat in the master’s chair, close to the edge, and took a bigger sip of the drink. Admittedly, it was perhaps the best orange juice she’d ever tasted. “Thank you, Master.” She looked around as he sat on the floor in front of her, she bit her lip hesitantly. “Um… the juice, it’s very good.” She spoke almost without thinking, there were so many butterflies in her stomach not knowing if this would count as speaking out of turn or not.
Alex smiled at her. “I have fresh oranges flown in from Florida twice a week as part of the compound’s supply shipment. Perhaps,” he said, leaning forward, “when you reach level three you could choose them as your snack, or the juice as your beverage?”
“I…I hadn’t really thought about it…” she chewed her lip “…yet,” she added hastily.
“Ms. Cameron, did you not believe me when I told you that nothing in this room will occur today, unless you want it to?”
“No…no, of course not… I mean, yes! Of course, I believed you…” Her cheeks turned bright red, and she shifted her gaze into the glass of orange juice.
Alex smiled, it was cute that she was so anxious. “Then why are you being so skittish?” He asked, trying to sound as comforting as possible.
“Um…” again, she chewed her lip. It was quite adorable and extremely sexy. “It’s… it’s just we… we haven’t really been alone yet.”
“I see.” Alex stood up. He took a seat on the arm of the chair next to the timid teen, placing his arm around her shoulder. “And what could I do to make you feel more comfortable?”
Dove inadvertently jumped a little at the master’s touch. She continued staring down at the glass to avoid his gaze. “I…I honestly don’t know, Master. I don’t really feel comfortable with any of this.” Tears filled her eyes and she began to shake all over.
Alex felt a little pity for the teen. Though it was of his own design, she’d been brought here against her will. Been forced to witness and participate in terrible things and, though she’d had a couple of very serious relationships before coming here, by all reports they were her only experience with sex. Not only that, but they had been mere boys, whereas he was most certainly a man compared to them. “I have an idea,” he offered, giving her shoulder a squeeze and standing up. “Why don’t you finish your drink and then you can start on your first chore? How about that?”
She looked up in surprise from the glass. “A chore? Like a real chore… not a—”
“Not a euphemism, Ms. Cameron, a real chore.”
“Um, ok. Sure.” She could handle a chore, she told herself. After all, she’d had chores before she was famous and had done them since coming here. Surely, she could do that. Besides, doing something would almost certainly take her mind off all the unwanted thoughts filling her head.
“Come on,” he said, trying sound as kind as possible. “You can bring your drink; this chore isn’t too dirty.” She got up, bringing the glass along with her and followed him into his bedroom. “First, I’d just like you to tidy up a bit in here.” He motioned to the bed, to the dirty clothes hamper, to a plastic basket filled with cleaning supplies, and the vacuum cleaner. “Make the bed, send my clothes up the shoot, dust, and vacuum. I’ll be in my office, through here,” he motioned to the small command center door next to the bedroom. “Just knock when you’re done.”
She looked nervous, actually kind of terrified of being left alone in his room. “Don’t worry,” he grinned, “there’s nothing in here to break. There’s no electronic equipment to get you in trouble. There’s just the one camera,” he pointed to it, “that my men use to monitor me. Tidy up and come get me when you’re done.” He smiled again, gave her a second to process and then left, closing the door behind him.
Alex went into his command center, sat down at the comfy chair, and pulled up the feed from his own bedroom. He was very interested to see what Dove would do given her nervousness, but also her isolation. Would she snoop? Or, would she clean up just like instructed and not do anything else?
He watched, intrigued, as she wandered over to the bed and sat her glass down on the nightstand. “You’re going to have to fuck him sooner or later,” she said softly to herself. “Might as well get it over with. We don’t want to end up like Taylor… Besides,” she went on, picking up his pillow and placing it to her nose. Alex could imagine the teen taking a deep breath, inhaling his scent. “…we might even like it. He is handsome.”
He watched as she affectionately caressed the divot in the bed where he’d clearly slept last night. “And…” she went on, picking up the simple clock from his night stand and, turning it in her hands, “…he’s buff.” Dove put the clock down. “He is,” she said, agreeing with herself. She then flopped on the bed, a look of consternation on her face. “But is it cheating… is it cheating if I have no other choice?”
Dove wiped the tears from her face. “I don’t think it matters… I’m never going to leave here. Might as well get used to the idea of screwing him.” She turned onto her side, her hand again rubbing the spot where Alex had slept the night before. “At least Bella is here. We…” she sniffled, “…we did always want to hook up with her. Now’s our chance.”
Sitting up and rolling off the bed, Dove again wiped tears from her face. Alex watched as a changed look came over her. She pulled the blankets down off the bed and began to sing a sad song, in a soft little voice as she fit the bed in clean sheets and blankets. It was adorable in a very Disney Princess sort of way. Before long, she had the bed made, and finished singing the sad song. A little smile touched her cheeks as the song ended and Alex thought she looked just a little braver.
Next, she sent his clothes up the laundry shoot and began a song that was just a little bit happier. She cleaned his room and sang a few of her favorite tunes. By the time she was done, the teen seemed to be positively glowing. She sat down on the bed when she was done, looking around the room, a big, bright smile on her face as she surveyed her work. “All done,” she said, to no one.
Dove sat for a minute, not quite ready to alert her master that the chores were done. She picked up her forgotten OJ and sipped at it till the glass was empty. Her smile faded a bit, but Alex still surmised that she was better off than before she started. The glass empty, she got up and knocked on the door to the command center.
Alex closed the screen and opened the door, stepping out into his bedroom. Dove wrapped her arms around his waist as he closed the door. “Ms. Cameron, you seem in better spirits.”
“Yes, Master.” She hugged him tight and looked up at him. Her big green eyes were wet with moisture, but she looked braver and surer than she had when she first arrived. “May, may I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
“Promise you won’t be mad?”
He laughed a little, putting his hand against the small of her back and returning the hug. “I can’t guarantee that I could keep such a promise. But I will promise not to take any anger out on you. It is, after all, just a question. If I may though,” he smiled and gently stroked her long platinum blonde hair. “The answer is no. I’m afraid you will never leave this place.”
She pressed her cheek against his chest, nodding in understanding. Her arms held him close, she breathed in his scent. It was the same as the pillow. “I understand,” she said sadly.
Tears trailed her cheeks. Alex felt them against his own skin as she held him. It was a loss of innocence. Unfortunate, but necessary if she was ever to fit in and survive down here. He placed a delicate kiss upon the top of her head. “Did you want to ask me anything else, Ms. Cameron?”
“Just one thing,” she didn’t look up, just continued to clutch him tightly. “My, boyfriend… from before?”
“He was not harmed. Only temporarily knocked unconscious.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Alex pulled her over to the chair in the corner, lifting her into his lap as he took a seat. She looked up at him, her big green eyes wet with tears for the loss of her old life. “I will never hurt you,” he said, stroking her cheek and offering her a kind smile. He left out the “unless you make me” part, but in this case, that was much better left unsaid.
Dove smiled bravely, looking from him down to his chest and touching it gently. “Were… were there any more chores, Master?”
“Just one,” he whispered, lifting her chin. Looking up at him again she swallowed nervously as her master leaned in. She licked her lips and he kissed her. It was ever so soft. She sighed against him, her lips barely parting as her breath quickened. He held her tight, one hand softly brushing against her neck, the other holding her waist. Tenderly, he pressed his tongue into her mouth. She gasped in pleasant surprise and lightly sucked on it, her own hands wrapping around his neck.
When he pulled back, she was trembling. He pressed his forehead to hers and offered her a sweet smile. “Master,” she breathed, looking down again in shame and nervousness.
“Yes, Ms. Cameron,” Alex responded, softly touching her cheek.
“It’s just… you’re not what I expected… after, well after the punishment room… I thought…” Tears again filled her eyes. She didn’t need to say anything more for Alex to know just what she meant.
“I don’t want to behave that way.” He lightly stroked her side in a comforting way. “But it’s important that you know I’m serious. And, in Ariana’s case, she had to be taught a lesson for her own sake and, if I’m being honest, for her own happiness too.”
“She does seem happy… It’s strange, I think she enjoys the role you gave her…”
Alex smiled, looking past her as he remembered the image of Ari chasing Chloe’s string around the room. “I thought she might.”
“Master,” Dove shifted in his lap. She straddled his hips and scooched forward till their chests were nearly touching. It was a position that put them mere inches apart, they were so close they could feel each other breathing. She licked her lips, looking down at him and held her arms nervously before her chest, wringing her hands together. “What… what did you think I’d enjoy about this place. I mean… you must have had a reason for wanting to bring me here… didn’t you?”
Alex placed his hands against Dove’s slender back. He pulled her forward till their chests touched and slid his hands downward, cupping the teen’s firm ass cheeks. She let out a surprised little yelp. He said nothing at first to answer the teen’s question, only met Dove’s big, innocent, green eyes as he began to sensually grope her backside. “You are so fucking hot,” he whispered, his lips nearly touching hers.
Dove shifted her hips nervously, inadvertently pressing her pussy against the ever-growing bulge in Alex’s pants. Her eyes grew wide as her panty clad slit slid over his rod. She swallowed, feeling both aroused and anxious; she trembled in his grasp but was too afraid to say anything.
“But,” he lightly kissed her lips, continuing to hold her against him, “there are so many beautiful celebrities out there. Honestly, I had my pick. I could have taken anyone. So,” he slowly slid his hands into her panties, now holding her bare ass in a firm grip, “believe me when I say I most certainly chose you for a reason.” The statement was a half-truth. He could have taken nearly anyone, and he did pick Dove for a reason but, it wasn’t anything so romantic as he was making it sound. He wanted her plain and simple. She was a smoking hot celebrity beauty and a former Disney “Princess” and he planned to keep her and mold her into an ideal lover.
It was her potential for near blind devotion, that was what he’d seen in her personality and was the ultimate reason he’d chosen her. On the outside, she’d been fully committed to her boyfriend. She’d kept her relationships tame in order to keep the execs at Disney happy. Add to that, the tentative slut he’d witnessed eating Ariana Grande’s ass and Alex was sure of it. If he won her over, she’d commit herself to him with fanatical devotion. He could feel it even now as he held her trembling body against his. She wanted him to fuck her, longed to please him in any way he desired, and hoped to prove herself. She was eager and even though that enthusiasm frightened her, he knew, that deep down, she wanted to tap into it.
She pulled back ever so slightly in his grasp. Her gentle eyes briefly met his before she looked down, biting her lip in consternation. “Will…will you tell me? Tell me why you brought me here?” Dove’s voice was barely a whisper. But as she spoke, she gently pushed her hips down and shifted them back and forth, this time with purpose, against his now hard cock.
Alex groaned as Dove moved her hips. “I could tell you,” he sighed, through gasping breaths. “But, with your permission, I’d rather show you.” The blonde settled more fully into his lap, shyly looked up at him, and nodded her head. That look made his dick rock hard. He used the hold he had on her ass to begin rocking her more urgently. He pressed down so that her pussy slid more forcefully over his rod and began to thrust his hips upward. The teen’s eyes went wide as the connection between them became more tangible. She bit her lip and stared lustfully into his eyes as she slowly began to move in tandem with her master.
Within moments, they were grinding heavily against one another. Dove had her arms wrapped around her master’s neck. She gazed longingly into his eyes as she rubbed her panty covered twat back and forth over his cock. Alex desperately wanted to free his prick from his pants, but he wasn’t quite ready for this to end. His little teenaged captive seemed to be very much getting into it and he wanted her to freely give herself to him. He could feel the moisture dripping from her cunt, her breath quicken, and could see the lust burning in her eyes.
Dove was really getting into it. Her master was a fine, athletic man, and his cock felt huge, much bigger than her boyfriend’s. That thought sent a shock of guilt right through her body. In that moment, the difference between the boy she’d known and the man who’s leg she was humping couldn’t have been clearer, and she felt terrible for that realization. But at the same time, her pussy was hot, and wet. She could feel her juices rubbing through her panties, feel their warmth spreading down her and her master’s legs. Her clit, as it brushed vigorously against her panties sent waves of pleasure right up her spine. She tried to tell herself, even as the movement of her hips intensified that she was doing this to avoid punishment. But, as her eyes met her master’s, and she saw the satisfaction this was giving him, she suddenly felt close to him. A feeling that she’d betrayed her boyfriend was mixed with an oddly growing fascination for the man who’d kidnapped her. Her guilt and lust filled eyes stared into the steely blue, unreadable gaze of her maser and she quickened her pace, grinding her now dripping snatch against his prick. “Fuck, Master,” she sighed, “this feels so good.”
Her head rolled back as the wave of a mini orgasm shook through Dove’s tiny body. Alex watched, she writhed in his lap, her legs shook, and her breasts heaved. He leaned in and wrapped his lips around her neck, sucking urgently. “You think it feels good now… just wait.”
She leaned her head against his, using her arms to clutch him tight to her chest as she continued to grind against his prick. “I want you…” she whispered.
From behind, Alex slid a finger beneath her and pushed it against her sloppy slit, pressing the tip against her clit. “Tell me…” she gasped and tensed from the pressure as well as from his words “…tell me what you want me to do. Exactly what you want.”
There was a long moment where Dove continued to clutch him to her chest. Her hips seemed to move of their own volition, grinding against Alex’s finger. “Master?” she said, in confusion.
“You have to tell me what you want. I told you nothing will happen here without your say so.” He sucked her neck back between his lips and she gasped. But, in an effort to get her to give into her desires, he worked his finger against her, pressing it firmly to her little clit and holding her body tight against him.
Dove shuddered in his grasp. There was a moment of hesitation where she didn’t seem to know what to do or what to say. “Master…I…” she sobbed. Clearly, she wanted it, but it was as if saying it somehow gave him permission to have kidnapped her in the first place.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, lifting his lips to nibble on her ear. “I can feel the need building inside you… Just give into it and I’ll make all your dreams come true.” He rolled her clit beneath his finger and the teen shuddered in a second tiny orgasm.
She licked her lips, her body trembling against her master. “Please…” she sobbed again “…don’t …don’t make me.”
“It’s your choice,” he said softly, and this time moved his finger just inside her entrance. “But, down here, you can give into your desires… No one will judge you. There’s no one to prove yourself to. You can be who you’ve always wanted to be.” He gently slid the first two knuckles of his finger in and out of her and sucked on her earlobe, holding her still in a firm grasp.
Ever so slightly, Dove rocked her hips, trying desperately to move as much of her master’s finger into her pussy as possible. She whined when she wasn’t able to fill herself to satisfaction, biting her lip in frustration. “Master…” she sobbed.
“What? Tell me what you want…” He pressed his tongue into her ear and give her just a bit more of his finger. “You have nothing to fear here.”
“Please…” she whined softly, clutching his neck and desperately grinding her hips against his hand. “I…” she licked her lips, indecision and doubt plagued her face. She wanted to give into her desires but knew that such an admission would be the end of any resistance.
Alex said nothing to offer further encouragement. He simply held her and continued to tease her opening with his robust digit. He sucked on her neck and on her ear and allowed her to continue rocking her hips.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Dove spoke, barely above a whisper. “I…I want you… Master… I… I want you to fuck me.” Her voice was thick, lusty, and broken by gasping breaths. “Please…” she spoke with more enthusiasm, running her fingers into his hair and pulling his head back so she could look into his eyes. She kissed him deeply and when she pulled back, there was no doubt in her eyes. “Fuck me,” she breathed. “I need it. I… I need your cock.”
Alex shuddered as the innocent looking teen looked deep into his eyes and begged him to fuck her. He smiled, not a gloating smile of triumph, that could make his little teen change her mind. No, a dashing grin of “challenge accepted.” He yanked her close, pulling his fingers free and squeezing her tight against his chest. “As you wish,” he whispered. Following which he kissed her.
Dove gasped as their lips suddenly met, and her master stood up. In that moment he thrust his tongue into her mouth and, rolling her eyes in elation, she sucked on it. When he was on his feet, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her effortlessly across the room.
When they reached the bed, Alex lay her down. He stood over her, “get rid of that shirt,” he commanded with a charming smile. Dove pulled the ridiculous shirt over her head, revealing her big, perky teenaged tits, Alex pulled the drawstring on his pants allowing them to fall to the floor. The platinum haired teen gasped when she saw his massive, iron hard rod. But her master gave her little time to inspect it. He spit into the palm of his hand and slathered the head in the liquid and pushed her back onto the bed. Then, he grabbed the elastic on her panties and yanked them off in one pull.
The blonde slid backwards as her master climbed forward and they came together in the middle of the bed. Dove reached up, taking Alex’s face between her hands, she bit her lip coyly, but smiled and gently kissed him. He took her thigh as he moved between her legs. Then, as their lips met, he felt her tiny hand wrap around his shaft.
“Gently,” she gasped, laying back on the bed. “It’s so big…” Alex hovered over her and allowed the teen to guide the head of his dick into her entrance, watching as she struggled with its size, and marveling at the feeling of her tight hole, even as he was barely inside it.
“I promised not to hurt you, didn’t I?” He offered her a caring smile as he knelt between her thighs. She placed her hands against his chest and nodded timidly, her eyes watching his. Slowly, Alex worked his prick, taking a few easy thrusts and gazing down at her. Dove was so tight and she was still nervous despite everything that had happened, so it took Alex a minute to get his dick mostly inside her.
When he did, he leaned down and kissed her again as he took his first full thrust. She sighed into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his back. Her legs locked around his waist and she cradled his body against hers, gently urging him to proceed.
Kissing her, Alex worked his prick. Dove’s pussy gripped him tightly. It was sopping wet, but she was clearly not used to having such big equipment inside. It felt amazing, Alex couldn’t remember the last time he felt such a tight little pussy. He took his time, moving slow and enjoying every minute. Every inch he worked inside was heaven. It was such an amazing feeling on its own, he almost didn’t need speed to make it better.
“So big…” she sighed, as she gradually began to thrust back against him.
For several long minutes, they kissed tenderly and fucked each other with a slow, building passion. Dove’s incredibly tight cunt reluctantly began to give way to the insistent plunging of her master’s rock-hard cock and, before long, Alex was able to freely thrust all the way in and out back to the tip. The teen cradled his body, “Master,” she gasped, “it’s so fucking big… I’ve…I’ve never felt anything like it!”
Alex rose up off her, kneeling between her thighs and looking down at her taut, sweaty body. She looked incredible, her platinum hair spread out on the bed behind her, her breasts were full and perky, her nipples hard. Sweat trailed between them and rolled down her tight, trim stomach. Her eyes locked onto his, he could see the desire in them. She bit her lip, in embarrassment, looking away as her cheeks colored red. She placed her hands against his chest as he took three more long strokes inside her. With a gasp, she began to rock her hips in time with his thrusts.
“Don’t look away,” Alex said, wrapping his hands around her thigh to get a grip on her body and keep it from sliding away from him. “You’re so beautiful. Own it.”
He took another deep stroke, and slowly, Dove’s eyes shifted back. At first, they locked onto his abs, but gradually, they rose up his body till she gazed directly into his eyes. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she kept staring.
Alex smiled down at her. “That’s my good girl,” he said, thrusting deep inside.
“It feels so good,” she sighed, shifting her hips to meet his movements.
“That’s it,” he moved one hand down her chest, lazily careening his fingers between her breasts, “push back against me.” They got into a rhythm, and soon both were gasping and moaning from the effort. The wet sounds of flesh hitting flesh filled the room and soon, Dove’s back began to arch, her head tilted back, and her eyes began to roll in her head. Just then, Alex slowed his pace, not enough to ruin the mood, but enough to deny the orgasm that she was so near. “Tell me what you want,” Alex commanded.
She looked up at him, her big green eyes filled with shock and gasped when he again slammed into her. “Master, what?”
“Tell me—what—you—want!” With each syllable, he rammed his cock home, and with each thrust Dove cried out. “You own this moment,” he said, slowly increasing his pace and building her ever closer to orgasm, “but, you have to tell me what you want. Shed your doubts, discard your misgivings, no one is judging you. Be the person you want to be. Take the pleasure you desire.” As he encouraged her to be the decadent slut, he saw lurking just beneath the surface, Alex continued to batter her cunt. He fucked her hard and good and kept her just on the precipice of orgasm.
Dove’s eyes rolled again in her head. Her body shook, the muscles in her stomach tensed, and her legs flexed with the effort of thrusting back against her master. “Master!” she called out, her hands stroking his chest. “I want to cum! Please! Please make me cum!”
Alex fell back on top of her, burying his lips in her hair. “As you wish,” he whispered, into her ear. Dove wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles in place as her master began to jackhammer inside of her. Her arms again slipped around his neck and she cradled his body, thrusting her hips up as he slammed into her.
“Fuck, Master,” she gasped between heaving breaths, “this is the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt. Your dick—it’s so—big!” She gripped his back, her fingernails digging into his flesh as she fought to keep her grip.
Alex lifted himself up on his elbows and looked down into her eyes. He smiled at her as sweat dripped from his brow. Keeping up the furious pace was beginning to take all his effort. He felt Dove begin to spasm beneath him. Her pussy was shuddering and gripping his cock as it fought to milk the cum from inside. “One more time,” he said softly, looking deep into her eyes.
This time, there was no shame in her gaze. She met his eyes unabashedly. “I want to cum, Master,” she touched his face and smiled, though she too dripped in sweat from the effort. “Please make me cum.” The words she spoke were sweet and intimate and Alex could tell she was beginning to believe him that she could give into her baser desires.
“Good girl.” He didn’t break eye contact, just continued to gaze down at her as he fought his way down the home stretch. His muscles burned with the effort, but he kept up the pace, pounding away inside Dove’s incredibly tight cunt.
As she neared the end, her eyes rolled up in her head, and he felt her whole body begin to tense. “Fuck,” she moaned, and then it happened, her pussy exploded. Her legs fell away from his waist, her arms from his back as she lost all control. Thick girl cum began to squirt from her cunt as Alex continued to take deep thrusts into her body.
As she came, Alex again raised up off her in an effort to keep fucking her at that hard pace. He took her hips in a tight grip and kept pounding away. The teen’s tits bounced, and her head tilted all the way back as she came again and again. Her cunt squeezed his cock and Alex had to muster all his willpower not to blow his load. He wanted this experience to be the best thing of her life, he wanted her to devote herself to him and become a near slave to his cock and, in order to do that, she had to want it, to need it, to feel as if she couldn’t live without it.
He fucked her hard to four back to back orgasms. To the point where all she could do was lie there and shudder around his prick. When she had the fourth, her pussy clamped down like it might never let go and Alex groaned. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. His body was growing weaker by the second and, if he wanted his own orgasm, it was now or never. His fingers gripped tighter on Dove’s milky thighs and he began to thrust into her with wild abandon. He watched her face contort in the sweet throes of ecstasy and that look of elation on her pretty, sweet covered face sent him over the edge. His body tensed as he thrust his entire cock deep inside her. Held there, nearly immobile, his prick went off like a shotgun. With a heavy grunt and three more deep strokes, Alex emptied his balls, coating her insides in his thick, sticky jizz.
Alex sat back on his legs, pulling out of her and gasping to catch his breath. Spunk, mixed with clear, heady girl cum poured from Dove’s well used hole, down her thighs and onto the newly cleaned sheets as she too fought to catch her breath. He watched as her breathing began to slow and a shaky, blissful grin spread on her face. Her eyes mixed with exhaustion and elation looked up at him and she smiled. Alex could see the joy and the affection in her eyes. She might not be there quite yet, but this session had certainly set her on the path. “Master,” she gasped, “that was… simply unbelievable.”
Gently, Alex lifted her into his lap, cradling her against his body. His arms encircled her waist and he gently kissed her cheek. “You’re unbelievable,” he whispered. She shuddered at the comment, pressing her body close to his.
They held onto each other, leaning against one another as they slowly recovered from the rigorous physical activity. Eventually, Alex laid back cradling the snoozing teen in his arms as each napped for the next fifteen minutes or so. Eventually, Alex leaned over Dove, he gently stroked the blonde hair from her eyes and kissed her ever so softly. “It’s time to get up,” he whispered.
Her big green eyes fluttered open and she smiled. “Is it morning already?” she asked sleepily. Clearly, she was still not used to the harem’s schedule and forgot that she’d already woke up this morning.
“For some time now,” Alex responded, smiling back at her.
“Right…” she sighed, “I forgot.”
He gently kissed her neck, “shower with me?” Dove nodded, and the two got out of bed. They took an intimate shower, soaping each other down and affectionately making out. The blonde clearly wanted more, but Alex gently limited their play to kissing and fondling. He was pleased that she was excited by the prospect of being with him again, but he wanted her to long for the next time they would be together.
When they were both clean, they exited the shower and dried off. Alex led Dove back into his room by the hand and sat down on the edge of his bed, pulling her onto his knee. She looked up at him, her big green eyes clearly said that she wanted him to take her again. She smiled, shyly, and nuzzled his neck. “What now, Master?” She whispered, running her hand up his chest.
“Well,” he responded, kissing the top of her head. “You have a weigh in to attend soon and I have some things to check on with my guards.”
“Should I leave?”
Alex cupped her chin, lifting it so she’d look up at him. He smiled down at her and gently kissed her lips. “For now, I think it best. But—” he added, pulling her back into his lap when she went to stand, “I don’t want you to wear that thing,” he nodded to the giant tee shirt and white panties wadded up on his floor, “back to the dorm.”
“What…what should I—”
Alex nodded to a chest in the corner of the room. “I’m sure your size is in there. Blue, if you don’t mind.”
“You’re promoting me?” She asked, a big grin spread on her face showing off her adorable dimples and lighting her eyes with joy.
“Indeed, level 2. It’s a big step.” Dove hopped up and ran over to the chest and Alex followed behind at a slower pace. He leaned against the wall as the blonde opened the wooden chest and searched for blue attire in her size. “You could do very well here, very well. In fact, play your cards right, and you could even earn the last of the level 4 spots. I might even say, at this point, that you’re the forerunner for the position.”
“Really?” She asked, looking up at him in surprise.
He smiled down at her. “You took a big step here, this morning.” Crouching down next to her, he stroked the hair from her eyes. “Be true to yourself and continue to explore those feelings that you used to hide from the world, and yes, I would say you could easily earn the last spot.”
Dove threw her arms around her master’s neck and kissed him on the lips. She was grinning ear to ear when she pulled back. “Thank you, Master.
“You’re very welcome.”
Dove changed into her new uniform, and Alex walked her to the door. He pulled her into his arms at the entryway and gave her an intimate kiss. She smiled shyly up at him when it broke. “The rest of the doors should be open for you, Ms. Cameron.” Then he kissed the top of her head and sent her on her way. At the door, she looked back over her shoulder. She offered him a shy, tender smile before opening it. “Till next time,” he called softly after her as she disappeared into the dorm.
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