Raquel and the Alpha Voice

Alejandro came home to an empty house. It was a nice house, very big, and spacious. Way bigger than the house they had lived in before his mother had decided to sell her business and move the family to Temple Island, and by extension, the USA.

Elena Torres was a smart, capable, and beautiful woman. She had fought for her place in a hyper machismo society, been a success, and moved her family in pursuit of even more success. She had done this all while being a single mother; raising two intelligent, and independent children. That said there were a few things Elena Torres did not do. Elena Torres did not kowtow to men, and Elena Torres did not do free use.

In a country that had embraced free use so throughly that meant her prospects in her adopted country were going to be limited, to non-existent. Where they had come from a husband owned his wife and daughters, but Alejandro senior died years ago, from a heart attack; a girl on each arm, and Elena straddling his hips. God did she miss that man. No man had touched her since. How could she let them? They were not a powerful, charismatic, supportive, strong, sex god. Her husband had been one of a kind, a man’s man, and no other man had the balls to proposition his widow, much less put a ring on her finely manicured finger. Elena’s society mandated a powerful man hold her down and bend her over a barrel until she cried tears of joy. After Alejandro Torres Senior died there wasn’t a man in her hometown who could even hope to fill those shoes.

Now in America that would have to change. The men here didn’t know her, they didn’t fear or respect her husband’s memory, and they whipped their erections out as she passed, not hid them. That would not do. There was a place where it did not matter though, an OZ; Temple Island. Here she was owned, no man could touch her without her Alpha’s permission. That Alpha? Her darling baby boy, a strong, and respectful man. She was safe in his hands, safe to conquer this world, and make her fortune to give to him and his sister.

Would he take her one day? Take her as was his right? Maybe. If he could tame her? Well then he deserved her, but it wouldn’t be easy.

Raquel Torres was a different story. She was to put matters plainly a total slut. Or a hopeful slut at least. The cute Beta boys looked the other way when she passed, and the sexy, big dicked Alpha men eyed her Beta bracelet with poorly disguised disappointment. Which was a problem! Raquel needed to be fucked, and bad. She had big Latina hips, soft brown eyes, voluminous wavy hair, and a cute tiny pussy. Those hips needed to be grabbed! Eyes made to water! Hair pulled! And little virgin pussy destroyed! Ah… what a world surrounded by the sexiest men she had ever seen, giant super cocks, and a school that let her wear a cheerleader skirt short enough that her fat round ass was basically naked to the wind.

She had asked Alejandro for an Alpha dick hall pass and he’d given her a resounding no. She pouted for days after that. Big soft lips pursed she’d tried every trick in the book to get him to relent. She’d batted her long eyelashes, rubbed his chest, kissed him on the cheek, and even whined like a misbehaving little girl. It had not worked.

She just knew it was her mother’s idea. Keep her pure? Or just not let it be known that Elena Torres’s daughter had a massive libido and a wet virgin pussy.

Un-fucked! In a country where that was like the whole fucking point! She cursed the whole idea of OZ’s and counted off the days before she was off to her top choice Ivy school out east. They’d be nerds, sure, no fat Alpha cocks, but they’d have cocks! And Raquel was open for business.

She walked through the door to her house. The AC was running and it chilled her in her extra skimpy little cheer outfit. Having her fatty be out in public was great, in the comfort of her own home? She headed upstairs to her room for a sweatshirt and pajama pants. Mother didn’t like the way she lazed, but sitting on the couch in front of some of that hardcore OZ porn, with a glass of lemonade, and her hands down her pants, sounded great after another day in chastity hell.

She skipped up the stairs two at a time and found her favorite lazy outfit. It was still a little tight around the butt, but so what? All her clothes were tight around the butt. Changed, she listened for mother, or Alex. Alex shouldn’t be home for a while probably hanging out with that clown of a Beta boy he liked to spend time with. Did they get in trouble? Talk about pussy? Or just suck each other’s dicks all day? None of the above knowing her boring brother.

Lemonade, chips, and laptop in hand, Raquel headed for the big beige couch in the family’s massive living room. What would today’s choice of hardcore videos to vicariously live through be? MILFs getting spit-roasted? Wedding night Alpha-on-family orgies? The Alpha on modded up Beta boys was her favorite. Seeing a giant man absolutely ream a little feminized brother or dad was hot as fuck, and NOT something they had back home.

She stopped in her tracks when she heard something coming from the living room. No one was supposed to be home! Did she call the police? Then she heard it, masculine grunts, sex noises. Someone was getting off in her house. She listened to the manly grunts of pleasure. No female moans, a man alone, jacking it. She listened longer; a man with a voice like chocolate, drums, and rumbling thunder.

It was layered oddly. She recognized it vaguely like there were multiple versions of a song playing all together. In any case it vibrated her chest, and caused her heart to beat loudly. Heat flooded her cheeks, and her stomach was so light and fluttery she felt a little sick. Was this her chance? No way that voice didn’t belong to the sexiest Alpha she had ever seen. Even a room away, separated by thin walls, he made her wet. So fucking wet.

She snuck closer and put her hand down her pants. He was groaning and speaking softly, but no porn was playing on the tv or a laptop. Was this Alpha, this sex god of a man masturbating to his… imagination?

“Yeah. That’s right kneel for me. Yeah. You’re so hot.” Came his voice from around the corner. Halfway on her way towards him her mouth watering and her pussy aching, ready to fuck this Alpha’s brains out, Raquel stopped dead in her tracks as her brain processed his words. Like a giant invisible hand pushing down on her head, on her shoulders, she was **** to her knees. The voice had said, “kneel” so she had just wanted to, but there was more than that. Something her brain, something primordial submitted. ****, no thoughts, just irresistible obedience short circuiting her.

She struggled to get up. Not happening. Please, the dick was so close. Her master put her on her knees. There she would stay.

What else had he said? “So hot.” She was. Absolutely burning, worse than a flush to the cheeks, it was a fever. Still, there were options. Her fingers were as deep in her little gushy pussy as she could possibly get them, and she was frantically trying to get them even deeper. Deep enough to hopefully stroke her hot core. “Yeah, take it.” For a sex god this guy’s fantasy were decidedly vanilla. Then she felt it. A dick, penetrating her. A phantom dick more wonderful than any of her toys could ever be. “Oh, god, give it to me,” she softly whispered.

“Yeah, mom, take it.” Yes! She was his mommy slut. Her baby boy. Wait that wasn’t right. She listened to his moans and her brain turned off. “Yeah sis, your ass is so big.” She was a sister again and Alejandro was the sexiest man alive. It was his dick fucking her. Fuck she was his slut. He said more things in his little private fantasy. His irresistible voice was rewriting her, and then reverting, rewriting, and reverting. She was being played with like a little ball of clay by a man who didn’t even know she was there. Didn’t know she was twenty feet away desperately obeying him as she approached the hottest, whitest, earth-shattering orgasm of her life.

He stopped talking and she whined, biting her lip. Then he came. She heard the splurting of Alpha cum hitting the far wall. Heard his deep moan. She came too. That was an understatement but her mind made no words to describe it.

She heard him faintly cursing as he used an entire box of tissues to clean the living room walls. Heard him from her place, melted on the floor.

By sheer dumb luck he didn’t find her sweaty body on the kitchen floor when he left the living room, headed for the stairs instead. She picked herself up, staggered over to the counter and took a sip of her still cold lemonade her hands shaking.