Loyal Girlfriend Succumbed to the Power of her Boyfriend’s Alpha Male Bully

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Fucking Dylan, I thought as he disappeared into the crowd with one final smirk in my direction. What the fuck is wrong with him?

The nerve of that asshole to be so brazen in front of Todd! He had known us almost as long as we knew each other, so he knew I would turn him down, just like I’d always done. Still, as the crowd parted for his tall, broad body, I couldn’t help but feel just a spark of electricity run through me. Dylan Harte could have any girl he wanted, and I’d be lying if I said that his attention over the years didn’t excite me just a little.

I suppressed a shiver as I watched him walk through the crowd like a hungry wolf stalking his prey. Several girls looked his way as he moved through the dancers, even the girls dancing with other boys. Dylan just had that kind of presence.

I’d heard the rumors about Dylan’s hard body and sexual prowess since high school. He never dated anyone more than a couple of weeks, and not one of his ex-girlfriends complained. If anything, they became even more enamored with the tall, dark blonde after he broke up with them. Several girls had made fools of themselves for Dylan Harte, and I was no fool.

I turned to Todd, and his face was glowing with pride. He was proud of me for standing up to his bully, but he was also proud of himself. He had a strong, beautiful girlfriend, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it to anyone.

“You… you were wonderful,” he said, and my heart filled with warmth.

“I know,” I giggled and hugged him. Todd tilted my head upwards and gazed into my eyes.

“I mean it,” he said. “I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

I laughed. It would have been corny if I hadn’t known that Todd meant every word.

“I know that, too,” I said, and to stop any more protestations of love in the middle of a drunken frat party, I kissed him. “Now, how about you buy this girl a drink?’

Todd grinned, and I pulled him towards the keg someone had set up along one wall. We each paid for our cup and drank, watching the other dancers. Finally, the heavy bass of the dance music and the alcohol began to work their magic, and I pulled Todd to the dance floor.

He wasn’t much of a dancer, but I didn’t care. I just liked to have him close to me. Todd was a nice set of eyes, arms, and hands. I could show off for him and, when I did, it got me excited. I was dimly aware of the same hungry gazes from other men, some of them with girlfriends of their own, but with the alcohol warming my blood and my boyfriend next to me, I didn’t have to worry about the looks. I could be free, like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis into the blazing sun.

Taking advantage of that heat, I ran my hands over Todd’s body, not caring anymore about what other people thought. Todd tried to pull back, but I held him close, grinding against his thigh.

“Baby,” he said to me. “People are watching.”

“I know,” I said, giddy with the excitement of finally letting loose. “I don’t care. Not tonight.”

We moved together to the throbbing bass, and I felt the beat deep between my legs. Rubbing against Todd’s thigh only made me hotter.

Just as I felt the heat build between my thighs, I heard Todd’s phone ring. I moaned as he stepped back to look at the screen.

“It’s Harry,” he said. “I’m sorry, I have to call him back.”

I pouted, but there was nothing I could do. Free rent meant Todd had to return the landlord’s call, no matter the time of day or night.

“OK, honey,” I sighed.

My worst fears were confirmed when Todd came back a few minutes later. His shoulders were slumped, and he had a sad look on his face.

“Sorry, babe,” he said. “Mrs. Wasserman was out walking Bitsy and got locked out of her apartment. I need to run back home and let her in.”

“What?” I said, irritated. “Really? She got locked out again?”

Todd shrugged.

“I know,” he said. “But, she’s getting older, and she’s starting to forget things.”

“OK,” I said sadly. “Go do your job, but hurry back.”

I kissed him with just a little tongue, and he murmured in appreciation.

“I will,” he said firmly. “I will.”

I watched Todd disappear through the crowd, feeling just a twinge of sadness. Our first night out, and he had to leave. That wasn’t fair.

I felt hands slide around my waist, and I jumped, turning around to find Kaylee, my best friend, sliding up at me.

Tonight Kaylee was sporting the ’90s Britney Spears look, complete with blonde pigtails and a sexy schoolgirl outfit. She was shorter, but she had a nice curvy body that the boys liked, and Kaylee liked to show off.

“Where’s Todd going?” Kaylee asked indignantly.

“Old Mrs. Wasserman got locked out again,” I said, and Kaylee rolled her eyes.

“You know, Todd is such an old man anyway. Those two would be great together,” Kaylee said.

I laughed. Todd did act like a responsible old man sometimes.

“Stop it!” I said. “It’s not like it’s his fault. Plus, we get free rent.”

“I know,” Kaylee said, raising her hands. “And you’ve loved him since high school. I’ve heard it all before.”

Kaylee slid in closer and hugged me around the waist.

“You know,” Kaylee said. “There’s a lot of guys out there. Seems a shame you’ve limited yourself to only one.”

I laughed. This was an old joke between us.

“Yeah, well,” I said with a grin and hugged her back. “Not all of us can be a little sluts like you.”

“Hey!” Kaylee laughed and gave me a playful slap on the shoulder. “I resemble that remark!”

I laughed again and felt a little better. I danced with Kaylee for a while, but it wasn’t the same without Todd. The electric feeling of being around all these people in different stages of sexual excitement penetrated me, but it wasn’t enough. I suddenly wished I’d gone home with Todd. I’m sure it wouldn’t have taken long to help Mrs. Wasserman, and then we could have been alone together, and I could have worked out my frustrations on Todd’s willing body.

I became lost to the music, lost to the frustration of the lust between my legs. I didn’t even realize Dylan was back until I felt a significant presence behind me. Strong hands gripped my waist and pulled me back into a hard body. I thought it was Todd, already back from the apartment, and I rubbed my ass into his crotch, only to bump up against something much larger than my boyfriend.

I turned, but Dylan held me tight, rolling his hips into me, making my ass and my pussy burn as his hard bulge pressed against my butt cheeks. I moaned. The song and the electricity charging my nerve endings made me move faster and harder. I felt a wicked thrill as I twerked my ass against my boyfriend’s bully. I liked the thought of leaving the bastard high and dry on the dance floor.

Only, it didn’t work out that way. Dylan pulled back on my shoulders, making my back arch. He took my arm and draped it over his thick neck. Suddenly, I was clinging to him as he continued to grind into me.

People turned their heads towards us, watching as we twerked and humped on the dance floor. Dylan smelled so good, sweaty, and musky, his scent exactly what I expected a strong, powerful man to smell like. His large hands traveled from my hips up to my ribs, stopping just short of my heavy breasts, and suddenly, I wanted him to grab them in front of everyone. I didn’t care. And as the music reached its crescendo, I felt the throbbing beat deep in my pussy. The electric shivers of pleasure turned into sparks of pure bliss, and suddenly I was moaning, grinding backward against Dylan’s crotch, the small but powerful orgasm making my thighs quiver.

Then, Dylan did the unthinkable. He caught my chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilted in my head, and kissed me.

The crowd erupted in lascivious hooting and laughter. My mind suddenly came back to me as I felt Dylan’s tongue caress my inner mouth. I pushed away from him and stepped back, struggling to breathe.

The song had ended, and there was silence as I looked around at the shocked and leering faces. I saw Kaylee’s wide eyes watching me from across the room, a small smile curling her lips. I remembered her earlier words.

There’s a lot of guys out there. Seems a shame you’ve limited yourself to only one.

But I wasn’t Kaylee. I was Megan, of Megan and Todd. Oh, God! Most of the people here knew I was with Todd! What would they think of me?

What would Todd think?

I didn’t know what to do. I was inflamed and ashamed all at once. I ripped myself from Dylan’s arms and turned on him, pushing two hands into his hard chest. I was rewarded with a puff of air as he took a step backward.

“What’s the matter?” he said with a smirk.

“How dare you!” I said as all eyes watched us.

“Come on!” Dylan said and reached forward to grab me again. “You liked that. You know you did.”

He was bending forward to kiss me again. I couldn’t let that happen!

I pushed against his firm body, and, with as much power as I could muster, I smacked him across the cheek.

The crowd let out a collective gasp. Dylan slowly turned his cold blue eyes back to me. Those eyes scared me and excited me.

“Just… just stay away from me,” I stuttered. “Just stay away!”

I turned and pushed my way through the crowd. Some of the couples were laughing, some were shocked, but I didn’t care. I needed to get out of there. Now.

But I was drunk, and I couldn’t find the front door in the mass of party-goers. I got myself turned around and headed down a narrow hallway, hoping I was heading towards the back door.

Too late, I noticed I was alone. Doors on either side were closed, and I could hear muffled cries and moans from behind the dark wood. Couples, drunk, high, or just plain horny, had found themselves dark places to continue their mating dance.

I could still hear the music, but it could have been miles away for all I cared. All I wanted was to get home to Todd, but I needed to find my way out. I turned to go back the way I had come and looked up to see Dylan blocking the hall.

“Please, Dylan,” I begged. “Please just let me go.”

“I will,” Dylan said but didn’t move. “Just answer one question for me.”

He stepped closer, his body looming over me. God, he was so beautiful! Taller and broader than Todd with dark blonde hair and blue eyes you could drown in. Maybe it was the alcohol or the small climax I’d had on the dance floor, but as he moved in, I didn’t feel scared. Instead, I was excited, the blood pumping from my racing heart to every part of my body.

“What… what question?” Suddenly my throat was parched and the words caught in my tongue.

Dylan reached out and ran a finger down my cheek. My whole body trembled at the light touch.

“Why are you always hiding?”

“Hiding? I’m not hiding?”

Dylan looked down at my body. My breasts were partially hidden under my loose blouse and my frilly butterfly skirt. Then, his blue eyes locked onto mine.

“Yes, you do,” he said. “I saw what happened on that dance floor. You can be like that all the time! Instead, you’re always acting like you’re not beautiful. Hiding behind your little boyfriend.”

“No, that’s not — “

I tried to speak, but Dylan gripped my face with strong hands and pulled me forward into a hard, deep kiss. This time I didn’t pull back when his tongue slid between my lips and caressed the roof of my mouth. My tongue responded, and we stood there in the hall hungry, sucking at each other’s mouths.

“I can’t…” I moaned in between kisses. “Please… Todd…”

“Fuck Todd!” Dylan growled, and I felt a hot, shameful thrill as he dismissed my boyfriend with just two words.

He pushed me up against the wall and slid his strong hands under my blouse, lifting it over my breasts. I let out a gasp as he ripped down my bra and exposed my round, full breasts.

“Not hiding, my ass!” Dylan growled, and I moaned as he took a hot, hard nipple into his mouth. Waves of pleasure coursed through my breasts as Dylan’s strong hands molded the heavy flesh, feasting on the tits that had, up until now, only been touched by one man.

I quivered on my toes, trying in vain to resist the pleasure of Dylan’s hungry mouth when he slid his hands down my back and cupped my ass. Then, with one quick movement, he lifted me off my feet.

I cried out in shock. He was strong, so much stronger than Todd! He threw me up against the wall, still kissing me, using the force of his body to pin me against the wall. He let go with one arm, and my leg dropped. I stood on one foot as Dylan dug furiously under my skirt and found the thin strap of my wet panties. I groaned as I felt his rough fingers scrape along my hip and grip the cotton strap.

“Oh!” I cried out as Dylan ripped my panties off my body with a yank.

Then, he lifted me higher. I wrapped my legs around him and hung to his thick neck. We were in the hallway. Anyone could walk by at any minute and see us. But, as I felt something huge and rubbery bump against my swollen pussy lips, the thoughts of anyone seeing us fled my mind.

“It’s too big!’ I said as Dylan lowered me slowly onto the immense head of his cock. “Too big.”

“Just relax,” Dylan murmured. “You’ll love it, you little slut.”

The word ‘slut’ burned into my brain. I had never wanted to be a slut, much less be called one by this bastard. But as I was lowered on his huge cock, a cock that was not my boyfriend’s, I felt like one.

All shame and humiliation were then burned away by Dylan’s thick, throbbing flesh stretching me open. God! He was so much bigger than Todd! Bigger than anything I’d ever imagined. I bit his shoulder and cried in pain as he tore me open. And he just kept going, driving upward until I was fully impaled on his pulsing, burning flesh.

“So big!” I moaned in his ear. “Too big!”

“Shh!” Dylan murmured. “It’ll be fine. Just relax and let it go.”

His words soothed me, and despite the pain, my pussy relaxed around his cock. The world came back to me as my body accepted him, allowing him to fill every inch of my pussy with warmth.

The music was still pumping. The chattering voices of the crowd drifted on the rhythmic beats. The party was still going on, blithely ignorant that my world was ending. I was becoming something, something I never wanted to be, but it was already too late. When Dylan began to pound me into the wall, my body gave up the fight as the fire burned through my belly and chest.

“Fuck!” Dylan grunted as he fucked his hot, hard cock into me, sending blissful sensations running through every nerve ending. “I’ve wanted this for so long!”

My body responded to his words. Now he had me, and as I spread open for him, I began to feel pleasure, unlike anything I’d ever experienced. He was pumping hard and fast, his throbbing cock blending into the pounding bass of the music from the dance floor. I lost all sense of myself as I was forced to new heights of pleasure on his cock until my bliss burst within me, and I screamed as I came, shuddering violently against his body.

“That’s it, slut,” he said. “Good girl. Now it’s my turn.”

I came down from my orgasm long enough to realize what he was saying. He was going to cum! Even though I was on the pill, I never let Todd cum inside me. He always used a condom.

“Don’t,” I panted against Dylan’s thick neck. “Not inside.”

“Don’t… worry,” Dylan grunted, his breath coming in hot blasts as he neared orgasm. “I… wasn’t… going… to…”

Suddenly, he pulled out of me and let go of my body. My legs, numb from the hard pounding, buckled beneath me, and I fell to my knees in front of the powerful man. I was dimly aware of him stroking his cock, the beautiful long length of it glistening with my juices as Dylan stroked with a robust and steady beat. God, it was so big! How could I have taken such a massive thing in my pussy!

Then, I realized what he was about to do. He was going to cum on my face! I’d never let Todd do that. The one time he had asked, I had told him no. I didn’t like the mess and certainly didn’t like the idea of being treated like a slut.

But I wasn’t that Megan anymore. The orgasm that Dylan had given me had weakened everything I thought about myself. If he could make me feel this good with his cock, didn’t he deserve his reward?

Dylan grunted, and I felt another slight twinge in my pussy. He was going to do it! He was going to cum on my face!

A moment later, sticky ropes blasted from the end of his cock, splashing across my cheeks and chin. A stinging drop hit my eye, and I closed it as even more of Dylan’s milky jizz hit my face. I’d never seen so much cum before, and it coated me from chin to hairline, dripping down my face in hot, gooey streaks.

“I’ve always wanted to see you with my cum on your face,” Dylan smiled down at me, rubbing the fat head of his cock across my lips. “What would little Todd think of you now?’

I moaned with Dylan’s hot cum burning my face as thoughts of Todd ran through my brain.

What did I just do?

I wanted to cry, but Dylan was helping me to my feet. I reached up to touch my face.

“Don’t,” Dylan said. “You look beautiful.”

I moaned again as Dylan took my hand and led me down that hall away from the party. Where was he taking me? Back to his room to fuck me all night, like some kind of caveman claiming his prize? In my current state, could I even resist him?

He didn’t take me to his room. Instead, he took me to a tiny bathroom at the back of the house.

“I’ll wait out here,” he said. “To make sure no one comes in.”

I only nodded wearily and went into the bathroom. I looked into the mirror, amazed at the splatters of white, frothy cum on my face. I felt an empty feeling in my stomach as I realized that for the first time, I let a boy treat me like a complete slut, and I couldn’t even say that I regretted it. The sex had been so good, that I could still feel the echoes of Dylan’s cock pulsing in my pussy.

I cleaned myself up as well as I could, trying in vain to erase the evidence of Dylan’s lust. I was just about ready to leave the room when I felt my phone buzz in the pocket of my skirt.

It was Todd texting me. And it wasn’t the first text either. There were four others. Todd had made it back to the party. My boyfriend had been looking for me as I had been getting fucked silly by his bully.

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