The Alpha's new sex toy (closed)

Tammy Westwood
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Randall "Roscoe" Worthington III had been keeping his eye on the buxom redhead freshman coed ever since he first caught a glimpse of her refilling her red plastic dixie cup with beer. That was some two hours ago, and she was several drinks drunk at this point.

He had considered, of course, slipping a little something extra in one of her drinks, to speed the process along, but she seemed to be doing a perfectly good job all on her own of getting wasted.

It was time to make his move. This girl was fucking hot in a way that most coeds weren't: she had curves for days, and moved in a sensuous way in spite of her drunken clumsiness. He knew she would be good for one hell of a ride.

Whether she liked it or not.

He came up behind her, his fingers crawling along her hip as his arm snaked around her. "Hey, I'm Roscoe," he said. "You're quite the party girl," he said, a heavy whisper in her ear. "I'd like to invite you down to the real party here..."

Roscoe was President of the frat throwing this party, Alpha Omega. He had marked her well earlier in the night, and all his frat brothers knew he had first dibs on her.
 
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"Nah, not at another frat," Roscoe said. "I guess you could call it the VIP room," he told her with a wink. She was saying something about a friend of hers, but Roscoe had already taken care of that potential roadblock.

"That's not her over there, is it?" he asked, nodding and pointing towards the blonde girl that Tammy had shown up with, who was, at that moment, having a giggle-fit as she flirted with one of Roscoe's frat brothers.

As they watched, Roscoe's frat brother led her away from the group and the pair disappeared down a hallway. "She looks a little busy," Roscoe said, leading Tammy away in the opposite direction. Roscoe, of course, was well aware of just what had been slipped in the blonde's drink a few minutes prior. It would be a while before she woke up, once she passed out...

They came to a door which was guarded by one of the biggest guys Tammy had ever seen; clearly he was a linebacker or something on the college's football team. With a nod the big guy stepped aside for Roscoe, who opened the door, revealing a stairway that headed downstairs. It was smoky and dark down there, with electronic music and wild neon laser lights bouncing. Roscoe led her down the stairs...
 
Roscoe smirked. "Something like that," he said in her ear, his lips grazing the taut flesh of her neck as he pulled her back against his hard body for a moment, and took the opportunity to cop a feel of her large breasts, squeezing her mounds aggressively while still walking her forwards.

They were in a dark hallway. They passed by a few closed doors, and a couple of open ones. One of the rooms was illuminated by blacklight, and if she looked inside, Tammy would see a pair of girls in glowing lingerie, dancing for a group of guys.

The smell of marijuana filled the air; somewhere through the sound of the loud music, Tammy could hear someone snort hard.

He got her to a door at the end of the hallway, and opened it. The music was so loud he nearly had to yell for her to hear him. He still had a strong grip on her arm.

"This is where your party's at."
 
"This is the kind of party where you're the main attraction," Roscoe growled as his hand crawled up her back and came to rest at the back of her neck, a firm grip right at the base of her skull.

The room was dark and they were alone.

"But I gotta get you warmed up first," he said, pushing her back against a wall with his other hand as he squeezed at her tits once more, but then moved quickly down from her chest to her crotch, pulling up the thin fabric of her dress, his fingers digging for her entrance...
 
Roscoe heard her just fine. Of course, that didn't mean much to him. Not at all. He had plans for her, whether she liked it or not. Two fingers dug into her dripping cunt, penetrating her roughly. His hand on the back of her neck moved around to the front, and he shoved her head back against the wall hard and squeezed her throat as he fingered her aggressively!

He kept his grip on her throat firm, and he could just barely hear her gasping for breath...

"You're mine..." he growled...
 
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Roscoe grunted as the big-tittied redhead punched at him in a futile attempt to get away, and then he laughed, as his grip around her neck tightened once more, and he shoved her hard back against the wall, slamming the side of her head into it!

He continued to hold her up against the wall, his powerful hold pushing her upwards, so she was barely able to stand on her toes as she gasped for breath.

"You should count yourself very lucky," he growled at her, his eyes cutting into hers in the dimly-lit room. "Every semester I pick a piece of new, fresh meat to be my special little plaything," he said. "You won't have to worry about a thing. We'll take care of all your classes and schoolwork. All you'll need to do is... whatever I tell you to."

His fingers dug deeper between her legs, two digits fully inside her cunt, and he accented his words with hard jabs up into her.

"Understand me, bitch?"
 
Roscoe heard that bit of enjoyment coming through her voice. He laughed at her.

"I hope you like it rough, you little slut," Roscoe hissed in her ear, his fingers growing more insistent within her every second, clawing at the inside of her pussy, spreading her wetness around, opening her up.

He pulled back away from her to look at her. He spat on her face, and sneered as he fingered her hard now, keeping her jammed against the wall as he did, thrusting his fingers, three of them now, up inside the busty redhead again and again.
 
Roscoe growled at her: "I don't recall saying it was okay for you to cum, cunt."

He backed up his dominance with a brutal backhand across her face, which knocked her down to the floor. He was still standing over her, his hands now unzipping his pants.

"You know how to suck dick, bitch?" he demanded, glaring at her as he pulled his massive member out of his pants. "You know why I'm the Alpha here at Alpha Omega?" he asked her, reaching down to grab her by her hair and pull her face that much closer to his throbbing dick.
 
The busty young redhead was so easy to control. She was falling right in with the program.

Roscoe was going to enjoy ruining this one.

With his hands on the back of her head, fingers entwined in her hair, he fed her his stiffening cock, stroke after stroke with his hips, claiming more and more of her face with every thrust.

"I hope you've got your gag reflex under control," he growled at her. In the bouncing, electric lights, his eyes seemed to glow a frightening red as he plunged his cock down her throat and held her face to his crotch!
 
Roscoe laughed as he fed his dick down the throat of the helpless, throatfucked red-head. After a handful of more thrusts down her gullet, did he finally pull out, and let go of her hair, only to watch her fall down, her back sliding along the wall behind her. He had, after all, challenged her ability to hold her breath for longer and longer periods of time as he fucked her face.

She was still conscious, of course. Roscoe didn't want her to miss a single thing.

He bent over her, kneeling on one knee, and got a hold of her dress. He hiked it up over her hips, exposing her ass to his view in the neon lights. He snarled, and spanked her, hard, and again, before he started to stroke his own cock, and got up and positioned himself behind her, grasping at her arms to pull them behind her back...
 
She was trying to pull herself away from me, but I would have none of that. My grip on her arms tightened as I held them pinned behind her, pulling them harder together. Her big pillow tits mashed against the cold floor as my rock hard cock found her dripping little slit, and I pushed inside despite her protesting.

Fuck, she was tight.

My cock throbbed with pleasure as I held her down and took my time pushing into her, inch by inch, savoring every little bit as her pussy was forced open by my huge cock.

"Fuck yes," I grunted, my cock only halfway inside her when I released her arms. I spanked her again, and then reached down and grabbed my shaft with my hand and started jacking it as it throbbed inside her.
 
Roscoe grunted as he fucked her into the ground, ruthlessly jamming his cock fully into her cunt again and again, using her as little more than a tool to jerk his cock with.

He thrust into her completely, and held her back on him as he humped up into her pussy, and finally let himself cum inside her!

"Yeah, that's it. That's what a pussy is good for. You like it like that, slut? A hot load of cum up your pussy?" Roscoe growled at her.
 
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