The True Alpha

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here is a story about two schoolgirls who spent some time in a classroom with extra curricular intentions.

(Warning: This ain’t no Daddy/BabyGirl Story.)

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“The True Alpha”

Kitty checked the time on her phone. She rolled her eyes as she sat back in her seat as she drummed her nails on her school desk.

It 3:55 p.m. and this stupid class just wouldn’t end.

“Kitty, do you have somewhere more important to be right now?” her professor asked.

Kitty stopped drumming her nails and quickly glanced over at Cyn, her new-found friends with benefits.

“Yes,” Kitty said, answering her professor with sass. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

“And where might that be?” the professor asked with irritation.

“Anywhere, but here,” Kitty answered with an attitude uncalled for.

The professor went back to the chalkboard, returning to the drawing he was making and trying hard to get the last thought of the class in before it ended at 4 pm.

TGIF. OMFG. The acronyms just kept pouring into Kitty’s mind. Could this stupid electrical engineering class end ASAP … please?

When would she ever use what she learned in this class? The only reason she took the course was because it satisfied three core requirements and now entering the fall of her sophomore year, Kitty had become accustomed to reducing the amount of time she needed to be in classes so she could focus on the new-found popularities of her college life.

She looked over to Cyn again, another college girl with some sass of her own. But it was Cyn who had taught Kitty how to take her feminine wiles and refine them – just enough to keep all the boys’ tongues panting.

One of Kitty’s favorite activities was to lead the boys on – especially the frat boys, before she tossed them away. You see, Kitty didn’t have interest in the boys. They couldn’t handle her need to control and her natural domineering ways.

But it was Cyn who opened her up to the other side of a delightful thought – “The Fight You Enjoy Losing” – as Cyn often stated it.

4pm! Finally! Her Friday classes were over and the weekend had begun!

Kitty gathered up her books and checked her cell phone again for new messages when Cyn walked by and placed a small pieces of scrap paper on the top of her books.

It read: “Follow me.”

Kitty looked up at Cyn, watching her walk away slowly, just touching a bit of the urge that she knew Kitty always had inside.

Nonchalantly, Kitty followed Cyn out of the class room and they both casually walked against the stream of students leaving the campus hall.

They took the stairs to the top floor with no particular hurry. But oh, did Kitty want to sprint up those staircases. She had no idea where Cyn was leading her – only that her arousal was affected by the imaginations of what might soon happen between them.

Cyn was the most beautiful girl she had ever met and the way make-up brought her beauty out even more was intoxicating to anyone who had the pleasure of seeing her. Cyn’s hair was never out of place, nor tousled. Her clothing seemed made for her frame and the grace with which she carried herself only accentuated how confident she was.

If there was anyone in this world who Kitty wanted to lose the fight for power to – it was Cyn.

Getting to the top floor, Cyn reached into her purse, taking out a small key and unlocking the first classroom door on the left. She motioned for Kitty to walk into the classroom and the twinkle in her eye made clear how aroused she was as well. Kitty walked in, setting her books on the first desk. She heard the door closed behind her and she heard Cyn locking it before the lights were turned out.

Cyn walked by her, touching her left arm with soft trails from her fingertips before setting her books on the next desk over.

The only light entering the room came from the window in the front corner. The early, early evening sent cascading beams through the window and onto the professor’s desk in front of the chalk board.

Kitty nibbled her lower lip, wondering why Cyn had taken her to that classroom. She watched as Cyn sauntered over to the window, setting her cell phone up against it before turning around and sauntering back to the desk.

She took a seat on its corner as she unbuttoned her schoolgirl shirt all the way down to her midriff. And then, she motioned with a seductive, inviting finger for Kitty to walk over to her.

Kitty’s heart began to race and the arousal began to swell between her legs. She lowered her chin, cowering to the true alpha in the room before she carefully placed one foot in front of the other to walk the slow straight line Cyn had taught her.

Kitty now stood before Cyn, with her still-lowered chin and patiently folded hands. Her eyes stared at the floor. When she was feeling submissive, she instinctively looked down.

Cyn reached out to her, grabbing the waist of Kitty’s pleated skirt and yanking her between her legs. Cyn hands traveled up the front of Kitty’s button-down shirt – freeing the buttons on the way up and reaching inside to wrap her fingers around Kitty’s naked flesh.

Her hands reached around to Kitty’s back, unfastening her white lacy bra. Kitty shuddered, not just from being undressed and touched by Cyn, but also because of the fantasies that filled her mind when she was made loose from the confinements of modesty. And whether it was a schoolgirl friend with benefits who was seducing her or the lady at home whom she referred to as Mommy, Kitty’s passion was unleashed from within when she became restricted otherwise.

Cyn reached up, sliding her thumbs underneath Kitty’s shirt collar and bra straps. Kitty closed her eyes and lowered her folded hands as Cyn slid the shirt and bra over her shoulders and down her arms.

Kitty’s clothing fell to the floor and she felt the cool air of the room rush across her body, hardening her nipples and causing goose bumps to form across her frame. Cyn stood up and began to circle around her, eventually stopping behind her. She grabbed hold of the back of Kitty’s pleated skirt and lowered the zipper, allowing it to fall to Kitty’s feet.

Then, Cyn walked back around front of her, slowly and seductively before taking her seat again on the edge of the desk.

“Hmm,” Cyn said with a syrupy tone.

Kitty opened her eyes and lifted them to look at her friend with benefits. She saw Cyn concentrating her gaze on Kitty’s waist.

Then Cyn slowly looked up to make eye contact with Kitty before she reached forward and touched the front of Kitty’s silk panties. Cyn pressed in on the panties and Kitty realized how wet she was.

“Are you aroused, Kitty?” Cyn asked with a twitch in her eyes as she slowly caressed the front of the only piece of clothing Kitty was still wearing.

“Yes,” Kitty barely whispered with a breathy, shaking voice.

Kitty fidgeted, trying not to react to the stimulation Cyn was making her feel. Yes, Kitty enjoyed the rough stuff, but it was often the most delicate and softest of touches which pushed her over the edge.

“On your knees, little girl,” Cyn instructed with satisfaction. “It’s where you belong.”

Kitty obediently knelt as Cyn slid her fingers into the locks on the back of her head, thrusting her face into Cyn’s cleavage.

“Find the nipples, Kitty,” Cyn said with a giggle while pressing Kitty’s face into her.

Kitty walked forward on her knees, pressing her frame into the corner leg of the desk, making certain that her panties touched the wood. She fished around Cyn’s cleavage, pushing back the lacy edges of her bra with her nose and desperately trying to pull Cyn’s right breast out from behind it with her tongue and lips.

Cyn softly laughed at her. Oh, how a feeling of inadequacy began to course through the front of Kitty’s mind. She felt like she wasn’t capable of pleasing Cyn and this made her heart pound harder. It also made her try harder and, just as with every achievement in her life, when Kitty put her heart into something, it was determination which always came from within her to see her through to success.

Moments of pleasure were no different and Kitty wrapped her lips around Cyn’s areola, pulling the breast out from behind the lacy bra. Cyn moaned softly with closed lips, keeping Kitty’s head close to her chest while running her fingers through the kneeling girl’s long dirty blonde hair.

Power was what Kitty craved more than anything else. The mere thought of having someone wrapped around her fingers, willing to do whatever she said at a moment’s notice and with a beckoned call – Ah yes, that was tantalizing to dream about. And it made sense that Kitty wanted power sense she was attracted to it. If it wasn’t the sexual charge she got from a schoolmate, it was the structure of the life she shared with her Mommy at home. No matter where Kitty went or who she connected with, she submitted to the true alpha in every experience of her life.

Cyn tilted her head back, slowly rolling her neck around and giggling at Kitty’s efforts to obey. The sound of her snickering voice echoed in Kitty’s mind and filled her with a trepidation which was both decadent of her esteem and stimulating to her arousal. Once more, Kitty was soaking what power could feel like, if she ever learned how to acquire the wiles that Cyn possessed.

Arching her back and heaving her chest out, Cyn leaned backwards and slowly lowered herself down on the table. She kept Kitty’s face pressed against her chest, forcing the kneeling girl to rise up onto her feet. Keeping her right hand behind Kitty’s neck, she placed her left hand on the top of Kitty’s head and pushed down. Kitty followed the direction, sliding her face down Cyn’s cleavage, her midriff and then to the waist of Cyn’s skirt.

Her scent was intoxicating, from the perfume she wore to the detergent her clothes were washed in to the sweet aroma that filled her senses as Cyn lifted her skirt and directed Kitty’s head underneath. Kitty kept breathing in the sweetness and pressed the front of her panties into the leg of the desk once more, being made to return to her kneel. Cyn reached under her skirt, placed her fingernails alongside Kitty’s temple and gently drug them back along her scalp, digging them in – ever-so-slightly – until her fingers laced and locked at the back of her head.

“Now,” Cyn said, holding her in that position. “If you don’t do this perfectly, I think I’m going to have to tell your Mommy what a bad little girl you were.”

Kitty’s heartbeat began pounding harder than she had ever felt. Oh, the humiliation of not only being incapable of pleasing Cyn just then, but the thought of what she would face when she got home – Those were thoughts that mesmerized Kitty’s soul and began to trace of arousal on the front of her panties which would spell certain guilt later on. She knew her Mommy was going to find out. Somehow, some way – it was an inevitable truth she would have to get used to. But in a manner which no longer seemed strange to her, Kitty enjoyed the trouble she was going to get into.

“Palms flat,” Cyn said sharply as she tightened her locked fingers while watching Kitty place her hands on the top of the desk. “That’s a good girl. Now, make me feel good.”

Pulling Kitty’s head forward, Cyn pressing the kneeling girl’s face into the sweetness between her legs as a smile of pre-satisfaction danced in her eyes. Kitty, fished Cyn’s panties to the side with her nose and opened her mouth, flattening her tongue and stretching its tip to the bottom edge of Cyn’s labia. She drew her first lick of Cyn’s sweetness directly up the center – threw the outer lips and overtop of her opening – passing the stroke by and continuing up until she reached the hood.

Cyn closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, taking in the sensations of Kitty’s first offering. Placing the underside of her tongue on Cyn’s hood, Kitty passed her next stroke all the way down to the base of Cyn’s labia and then began into a rhythm which she hoped Cyn would find Heavenly, but even more hopefully – perfect.

Kitty concentrated circles around the outer lips of her labia, making certain to leave no spot untouched. And her esteem, delighted in how Cyn’s hard gripping hands were loosening as Cyn let out soft whimpers from the top of the desk. Within a few minutes, Cyn’s fingers unlocked, beginning to caress the back of Kitty’s scalp in praise for the efforts she was making. The caressing fingertips sent a pleasant sensation across Kitty’s scalp, making her whimper slightly from underneath the skirt. So far, ever was perfect.

And as Cyn began to fidget, twitching when Kitty found a sensitive area, the kneeling girl began to make mental notes of what Cyn wanted, what she needed, what she liked and what she thoroughly enjoyed. As Kitty continued, Cyn’s little twitches became sudden spasms that grew with intensity and rate. Oh, if Kitty could’ve reached down between her legs, she would’ve discovered the stream of her own arousal as it soaked the front of her panties, leaving stains which would become permanent in the silk.

Kitty could no longer count the number of panties she stained with her juices, and though her Mommy became furious with having to continue to buy her new panties, Kitty delighted in knowing that she had somehow wound up in a place in life where her fantasies were realized – each and every day.

With sudden aggression, Cyn lifted her legs up, bending them around the back of Kitty’s head and thrusting her face into her center. Her fingers continued to work their caressing magic and spine curved, arching her back completely as her orgasm neared. Kitty kept consistent strokes as she followed along without hesitation.

“That’s a good girl. That’s a very good girl,” Cyn whispered quickly through heavy breath – another sign which not only indicated how close she was to erupting, but also gave rise to Kitty’s own want for pleasure.

And Cyn’s words went straight to the center of Kitty’s heart. The kneeling girl’s mind drifted along with the need for approval. She was pressing the center of her panties so firmly into the leg of the desk she feared she may have been bruising herself. But the ache for release was far greater than the fear of consequences. And Kitty stayed the course towards the cradle of submission her mind was being driven into.

With now unremitting aggression, Cyn thrust Kitty’s face into her sweet spot as her orgasm began audible. Her delicate whimpers became moans, mixed in amongst gasps for air. And by the time Cyn reached the summit, Kitty had made a streaming mess of her panties.

Kitty would’ve gladly joined her had she had the ability to touch herself. Releasing the kneeling girl from the leg hold, Cyn intended to complete the experience for her as well – but only after a moment to rest for both of them.

Cyn relaxed herself on the top of the desk, feeling a rush of zenith aftershocks as the orgasm’s glow washed over her frame. Oh, how wonderful that felt. And lying on her back on the floor, Kitty did her best to regain her own breath. Exhausted in a different way, she felt the coolness of the floor on her skin. But, oh, the burning she needed relief from went much deeper than the surface.

Kitty closed her eyes, listening to Cyn’s breathing return to normal as she worked to steady her own. Being submissive wasn’t always easy, but as Kitty was learning, it didn’t have to be difficult, either. It was a simple matter of appreciating what you were given more than longing for what you hadn’t received yet. There was a peace of mind that came from knowing that she would always get what she needed. And if she was able to welcome further submission without putting on an act, she would also realize that what she needed was truly what she wanted all along.

Little did Kitty know at that moment, that the rest of her night would produce something for her which was far greater than a quick orgasm on a desktop. Perhaps if she had known, she might well have followed her impulses, jumped the gun and spoiled her own passion before it was time to be consumed by it.

The night was young. And the weekend had begun in a manner she would relive, over and over, for the rest of her life.

She heard Cyn get up from the desk and walk to the window, but she didn’t open her eyes to look. Instead, she remained on the floor in that peaceful state of mind, relishing the experience and how she had been taken care of by the true alpha in that classroom.

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