Chapter Thirteen: Loyalty
Months Ago...
Allyson's life became a grey dream. Everything lost its color after James visited her. He fucked her like he said he would, his fat cock deep in her, hammering against her cervix with each forward thrust. It was the greatest pleasure she had ever known and, after she came, she obediently cleaned him with her tongue, tasting herself for the first time. When she woke in the morning, she was sore and stretched, and even after a night of rest, she was surprised to find his semen dribbling out of her and into the shower.
She felt different afterward. She felt like she was marked. No one else noticed or commented on her scent, but she swore that she could still smell him in her hair and in her cleavage. She stopped periodically to sniff herself and check, and she found the heat he had instilled in her loins returning with greater intensity throughout the day. By the end of work, she was a furnace burning hot, and she thought of James as the only thing who could offer her relief.
Sometimes, she passed Kendall and Jackson in the halls, and she found herself angry with them whenever she saw them. James' violent action, his rape, had felt good to her. It had made her almost loyal to him, and though she didn't take his side, she did believe that he was wronged. While it was clear to Allyson that James did beat Kendall, it was also clear that he had a huge dick to fuck her with. So, she didn't blame Kendall for leaving necessarily, but she did blame her for leaving James' needs unattended to.
Allyson was on the way to her car after work when she had this thought, and she had to stop to consider it. James was not a good person, that much was clear, but despite that she was beginning to think he might be the best man she had ever met. There was something about his pungent scent as it burned its way through her nostrils, or the way his wrist-thick cock stretched and filled her as he rammed her with thoughtless animal want. She thought it might be the facial, and she smiled at the memory of his hot semen pouring out across her face before she made a point to frown instead, to fight back against the memories and the fires they lit in her.
James was awful. She had no illusions about that, but she was having trouble finding reasons why that mattered.
When Allyson arrived home, she saw her boyfriend's car waiting and rushed to her apartment to avoid him. He lived next door to her, so she had to close her door quietly and lock it after her. Since he shared a name with James, she spent time over the week comparing them, but she found the comparisons unfair. Her own James couldn't do much to compete with Kendall's James, and that was why she wanted to be alone. Her boyfriend sometimes liked to visit, but she didn't have any time to spare on him right now.
Alone in her apartment, the first thing Allyson did was cup her hair and hold it to her nose. She breathed in and found that James' pungent aroma was still there, burning her nostrils and increasing the heat in her loins. She hated how horny it made her to stink like him, but she cupped her breasts and dipped her head to smell him in her cleavage, too, before she stripped for a shower. The last shower had failed to clean her already, but she hoped that this one would do the trick. This time, at least, she hoped not to masturbate to thoughts of him.
She had just got the water to a steam when a knock came to the door, assuming it to be her boyfriend, but another knock followed. This one was heavier and more insistent, completely unlike the James she knew. It was then that she recognized the heavy hand that would knock like that and returned in a towel to spy James' brutish face waiting on the other side of the door.
Allyson stepped away from the door intending to ignore him. After all, as good as the sex was, James still frightened her. The power he had over her was a problem by itself, and while she understood and even sympathized with him, she still couldn't excuse his violence toward her or Kendall. Heart hammering, she turned from the door but was stopped by another heavy-handed knock. Then, her body moved without thinking. Later, she would tell herself it was so that he didn't draw her boyfriend's attention, but the truth would remain rooted in the back of her head--she just wanted to get fucked again.
James smiled when he saw her, and Allyson mirrored in nervously. He entered her apartment without asking, brushing her shoulder on the way, and then turned to face her as she closed the door and locked it behind him. Allyson adjusted her towel to try and hide her plentiful curves, regretting immediately the decision her pussy had made for her. James, meanwhile, reached out with his big hand to reward that pussy with a slap across its lips. Allyson quaked in response.
"Don't go hiding yourself now. Show me your goods."
Already breathless and still reeking of him, Allyson obeyed. She held the towel open to display her figure to him, and James regarded her with a hungry eye. All her life, Allyson had been chubby. As a teen, that extra weight gathered in her breasts, in her thighs, and in her bottom. While still soft around the midsection, she grew womanly, voluptuous, but her reputation had been secured. It wasn't until college that she was appreciated for the beauty she was, and that was when she met her James and committed herself to him.
No man had ever gotten to look at her like James did. She had never held her towel apart for anyone else, given them a display of her curves and her form. James seemed to appreciate what he saw, and he cupped both her breasts with his rough hands and squeezed them hard as he towered over her. "God damn, look at these titties, and yesterday I used them to milk my dick dry, didn't I? So, you ain't gotta hide nothing when I'm around, you fucking got it?"
Allyson smiled. James' praise was as crude as expected, but it also felt rewarding to her. His big hands felt proportionately suited for her huge breasts. Few men could handle her curves so well, and for her this was only another reason to be attracted to James. His juvenile fascination with her body also helped, and as he thumbed her swollen nipples, she found herself moaning under his manhandling. She whispers a contented, "Thank you, James."
James grunted, tugging her nipples and then slapping her left breast. Then, seizing her again, he pulled her close to him by her nipples and stared down at her. "The fuck you naked for anyway?"
Staring up at him, Allyson moaned. He had almost a foot on her, and while that height difference was something she shared with her current boyfriend, she found it was a pronounced difference, too. She preferred this James to the one who came before him. When he stood over her, he didn't make her feel safe, and she was beginning to enjoy the danger.
