Chapter Fifteen: Picking Sides
Months Earlier...
James watched Allyson's fat ass shake as he fucked her from behind. He had her bent over her coffee table, her hips up and her face down as she supported herself on her pale arms. Her breasts swung free, large and unrestrained. Today, she wasn't wearing the lingerie. Though James liked the look of it, he found that nudity was easier and, being a base creature, he favored simple pleasures over the ornate. For then, at least, lingerie was a decoration he didn't have time for.
Repeated blows across her bottom had left her pale, shaking ass cheeks red. He smacked her again, and Allyson whined as she rolled her hips against his thrusts. She was different from Paige, who was supple in her own right. Allyson was thicker, though, softer, and her whole body seemed to quake with each deep thrust. Wherever eh grabbed her, he found somewhere soft to hold. James liked how fragile it made her feel, and he liked the bruises his big, fat fingers left on her.
Allyson enjoyed it, too. She had been going to work sore lately, but she was happy every morning when she found him waiting. Lately, she had been avoiding her boyfriend. It wasn't guilt but disinterest. She didn't feel bad that she was fucking another, better, man without his knowing. From where she sat, their relationship was over. She just hadn't taken the time to inform him of that decision. Her body was her own, however, and she refused to keep a social contract that kept her with a lesser man when someone better was there for her.
She still saw Kendall, though, and Allyson found that James' eleven-inch dick had done a lot to change their relationship, at work and otherwise. Each deep fuck forced a deeper wedge between the two women. The two had a burgeoning friendship that was now completely ruined, and her working relationship with Jackson had become nonexistent. She resented both for what they did to James, whom she saw as the clear victim in the situation.
Still, James made it a point that though Allyson now belonged to him, she was to say nothing to Kendall about it. By extension, Allyson could not make it known how much better James was than Jackson, either. Instead, she was to avoid instigating an argument at all. Distance was allowed and even encouraged, but outright hostility would not be allowed. Driven to obey, Allyson did everything she could to let her displeasure be known short of telling them directly.
As a reward for her good behavior, she got to drool and shake as James railed her. Her head bobbed as her mouth hung open, and James fucked her hard. That morning, he had arrived stiff, and though Allyson was sore from the day before, she had opened quickly before him. Her body was ready, hungry for his dick, and remembering the pleasure, it had opened for him.
Behind her, James growled and swatted her ass again. "Fuck, you got a thick ass, slut!"
Giggling and smiling, Allyson looked at him over her shoulder and flexed around him. She was breathless as they fucked, and she was made more breathless by how handsome James looked while fucking. She whined. "I hope it's not too big for you."
Grinning, James took hold of her by the ass and gave her another swat. "Nah, it's good." He guided her by the ass, watching her body jiggle as he fucked her. Her pale bottom had him thinking about the dildo and the lubricant he had brought with him from Paige's home. At that point, Paige was already on to her third dildo and would be ready for him soon, or so they hoped. Having already tamed and broken Allyson in, James hoped to begin prepping her for what was to come next. He gives her bottom another blow before going particularly deep and laughing as she came. "It's real good for holding while we fuck!"
Allyson smiled to hear that. She had been curvy all her life, and though men often found her attractive, she would be lying if she didn't feel self-conscious. Her thick figure was the source of considerable worry in her life as she struggled with her own weight issues. Though she wore her fat well, she still saw it as fat. Her large ponderous breasts, her thick womanly thighs, her supple midsection, they drew attention wherever she went. Much of it was good, but some of it wasn't.
James' attention was worth it, though, as he was the first man who truly deserved what she had. That she ever wasted her time on other men, especially her most recent boyfriend--her cuck--seemed a tragedy to her. Braced against the table, she rolled into James, meeting his thrusts and working herself toward another orgasm. She was nearly there when a knock at the door interrupted them. She scrambled, whining, but James didn't slow at all. Instead, he looked at the door and gave a feral, animal smile as he continued to hammer her without missing a beat.
"The fuck is that," he growled.
Panting, Allyson licked her lips to gather the saliva that was spilling over. Her eyes are glassy and marble-like with lust as she crooned her response. "Probably just my boyfriend! He's been hovering around lately trying to get my attention." She whined. "Ignore him! He doesn't matter! Only you do. Fuck me, James!"
Though her praise amused him, James reached down and took her by the hair. Using her hair like reigns, he lifted her and pulled her partway to standing with his dick still inside of her. Holding himself buried in her depths, his crown wedged up against the back of her cervix, stabbing her deeper than she thought possible, he hurt her. Allyson whined as he tugged her head around by her hair. "You telling me what the fuck to do, Allyson?"
Allyson whined a desperate, confused, "What?!" Around her, the world blurred.
Walking with her on his dick, holding her in place with an arm around her waist, James moved them both carefully to the door and then released her. She fell forward into the door, her face hitting against it, her hands finding hold of the door handle for support. Still holding her by the hair, James returned to fucking her, and the pleasure was mind-altering. Her thoughts bubbled up like foam and then popped immediately with each powerful thrust. She came again as her face as sent bouncing off of the door in time with his movements.
"Now you listen here, slut. You don't tell me what to do! We ignore what I say we ignore, and we answer the door if I answer the door! You fucking got that?" James was not quiet as he spoke, and though Allyson doubted her boyfriend could hear him clearly outside, she was sure that he could hear something. Another knock came, and her own James' quiet voice slipped through the cracks as he leaned in to be heard.
"Allyson, you there, babe?"
Grinning, James leaned forward and pinned her face to the door. He didn't stop thrusting, and his big belly bounced across her back as he hammered her. Drool gathered where her face was crushed against the wood. It ran like rain water as he whispered to her, "Go ahead, slut. Answer him."
