6 Times a Day



Current Patreon Members:

Silver Tier:

William Osborne

Broze Tier:

Danial Haxton, Tangents, Carlos Heredia, JustGotHit, Killstroyer

---------------------------------------------

Alan was silent, but Heather's lusty need was overwhelming. So she took the lack of a "no" to mean a "yes." She crawled forward next to Kim and began licking Alan's erection. Being Heather, she swallowed the whole head and more or less pushed Kim out of the way.

But as soon as she had his erection deep in her mouth, Alan said, "Look at that. What a selfish slut. You just take and take and take. What about Kim?"

Heather apologized without taking her mouth off Alan's stiff pole. "Schorry, shir. Schorry, Kim." She reluctantly made room for Kim at the head of the cock.

Both of them knew Alan's most sensitive spot was right below his cockhead, and both of them wanted to outdo each other without looking pushy. So their tongues generally worked on that spot from different angles. Their tongues actually pushed up against each other at times as they both tried to lick the exact same spot.

Alan was grateful that he'd just had a minute or two break, but with the way both of them were going he knew he'd lose his load in a minute or so. He didn't want Heather to start thinking she could control him by getting him off, so he said to her, "What about your skirt? Show me your skirt. Were you really dressed like a true slut?"

Heather groaned. She was really loving giving him a blowjob, and she didn't even mind Kim being there that much, as long as Kim gave her enough room. But she relinquished the pleasuring of his boner to Kim and stood up to show off her black leather miniskirt. She picked it up off the floor and put it back on so she could show it off. She resumed swaying to the music, eager to dance and get naked all over again. "Look, Sir. Your slut dresses just to please you. Like these five-inch heels."

Heather's eyes flashed dangerously as she let an edge of steel tinge her voice. "Do you have any idea how fucking difficult it is to walk in these things?!" Then just as suddenly, the glint of raw anger in her eyes melted to be replaced by an all-consuming lust as she stared hungrily at Alan, and especially at the sight of Kim lapping away in circles around his cockhead. "But I get so hot just thinking about how I'll dress for you. I was wearing butt floss earlier, but I took even that off when I left to come over here. Look!"

She turned around and bent over. She spread her legs wide and angled herself to give Alan a perfect view.

That also put her pussy and ass in sight for Sean to ogle. Sean was still outraged, not to mention intimidated by Alan's seemingly effortless domination of both Heather and Kim. But more than that, he was aroused. Painfully, incredibly aroused. He nearly came just from watching Heather bend over.

She effortlessly reached down and touched her toes while keeping her legs perfectly straight. She looked back at Alan from between her legs and said, "How's that? Don't you like my pussy and my ass? These are YOUR holes!" Suddenly, Heather stopped being proud and arrogant and instead became pleading and needy. "Why won't you fuck them? Why?! They need you! Sir!"

Alan asked, "What do you think, Kim? Is Heather sincere? Do all her holes belong to me, and me alone?"

Kim was surprised. She'd been content to just suck Alan's dick or fondle his balls when he allowed it, and otherwise sit back and enjoy Heather's constant humiliation. Furthermore, the question was tricky. Heather might be docile and submissive now, but if Kim said the wrong thing she was sure Heather would make her pay dearly soon enough. So she thought and then replied, "I think she definitely means it as she says it."

Sean was so aroused by the sight of Heather's ass and pussy lips framed by her hot leather miniskirt that he came even closer to cumming. He found his cock painfully trapped by his shorts, and with his hands tied behind his back, he was unable to do anything about it. While he generally adored Heather as an "angel," at the moment he was thinking of her more as a hot piece of ass.

"That's true," Alan admitted in a grudging tone. "But what will she think tomorrow? She's always changing. Heather, I'm so disappointed in you. You behaved well enough while your ass was stuffed full with a big Bitch Trainer dildo all day, but as soon as it's out, you start yelling at me and giving me this shit." He turned away as if dismissing her. "You're incurable."

She was humiliated by having to argue while bent over in such a lewd position. But she said passionately, "No I'm not, Sir! I can do better. I'm a total slut, an Alan slut! Nobody else has what I need but you. I'll do ANYTHING for you, Sir! Anything! Stuff your cock up my butt and I'll show you how good I can be!" She slowly spread her legs farther and farther apart to hopefully create an even more inviting target for his cock to aim for.

From where Alan sat, he almost couldn't see the miniskirt at all, since it had ridden all the way up, exposing the entirety of her luscious ass. Her asshole appeared to be a bull's eye exactly in the middle.

By this point, Kim's loving cock-licking and Heather's wiggling to the music and the things she said were getting to be too much for Alan to handle. He'd reached a point where he could lose control at any moment, no matter what he did with his PC muscle.

He pulled Kim away from his lap so his dick could have a longer chance to recover, saying to her, "There's a tasty pussy snack, Kim. Go get it. Just make sure she keeps her legs perfectly straight and her hands on her ankles at all times."

"Yes, sir!" Kim said as she bolted up and went to Heather. Wow! I thought I was having a great time already, but this is unreal! Although she detested Heather's bitchy nature, she loved playing with Heather's busty, fit body. She'd been wearing a loose skirt of her own, but she let it fall to the floor just as her mouth reached Heather's wet pussy lips.

Alan said, "Kim, please don't call me 'Sir.' That word is reserved only for true sluts and bitches like Heather."

By the time he finished saying that, Kim was so involved in licking Heather out that she couldn't or wouldn't respond. She seemed to be forcing her tongue as deeply into Heather's pussy as it would go. She did nod vigorously, but Alan couldn't tell if that was meant to be a reply to his comment or merely part of her new sexual task.

Heather was about to protest being pawned off to Kim, but that comment from Alan silenced her. Tingles of pleasure and excitement shot up and down her spine as he confirmed that word was reserved exclusively for her use alone.

But then she thought, What the fuck is wrong with me?! Why does my brain turn to mush whenever Alan is near? Just look at me, look at what I'm doing! I'm bending over in this totally obscene position and letting Kim have her way with me just because Alan says so. This is fucked up! I need to reassert myself! Reassert CONTROL! I'm not just some puppet for his amusement!

However, Heather was feeling so much pleasure that she was helpless to stop herself. She was loving every single thing Alan was "making" her do or say, and deep down she knew it.

For most of the time since Heather had arrived, Alan had completely forgotten that Sean was hiding in the closet. But now that Kim was no longer sucking him off, he was able to think more clearly and take stock of the situation, and he finally remembered Sean. He hoped that he hadn't gone too far in his domination games for Sean's sake, but it was too late to fix that if he had.

With Heather and Kim now fully preoccupied with each other, Alan moved from sitting on the edge of the bed to sitting up against the closet door behind it. He tapped twice against the door, which was a prearranged signal to Sean, asking if everything was all right.

It took some time because Sean was practically out of his mind with arousal, but Sean eventually replied with two knocks by using his forehead. That meant that he was okay. Actually, Sean had a whole host of things he wanted to tell Alan, but he couldn't exactly talk with a gag in his mouth.

Sean did have a "bad" side, even if he didn't really realize it himself. But Alan had guessed it was there from little things he'd observed, like an occasional cruel streak in Sean's humor, and that was a major reason why he'd chosen Sean as his sexual apprentice. If Sean had been able to speak, he would have raved about how astounded he was that Alan's treatment of Heather was actually arousing him. True, he was furiously angry at Alan, too, and probably would have punched him for insulting his "angel" if his hands were free, but the very fact that he saw Heather as an angel amplified his sexual arousal upon seeing her act like a devil and treated like a whore. The fact that she responded so eagerly to this only added fuel to the fire of his lust.

Alan leaned forward towards the girls and said to Heather, "Heather, it's nice of you to say that your body belongs to me, but I know that's not true. For one thing, you're far too much of a skanky slut to save yourself only for me. You can hardly go twenty-four hours without sticking something in one of your holes. And to be honest, I'm generally too busy with pussy much more tasty and tempting than yours. Hey. Are you listening to me?"

After some grunts, Heather answered in a somewhat strained voice, "Yes, Sir!" Kim's mouth was locked onto Heather's pussy like a leech. That, plus Heather having to keep her hands around her ankles, with her legs straight, made it very difficult for her to concentrate. But her position caused her large, tanned boobs to dangle and bob in the most delightful ways as she trembled and shook from the pleasure she was getting from Kim eating her out, something both Alan and Sean greatly appreciated.

Alan continued, "All I ask is that you only have sex with the people I say you can have sex with. Obey me, and I will reward you with many quality partners, such as Kim here. So think of me as a kind of pimp. Except that you're such a slut, you'll fuck anyone I tell you to fuck, and you'll do it for free. How do you like that?"

"Oh, yes, Sir! You're my pimp!" Tingles of excitement shot through her as she contemplated that delightful idea.

"In fact," Alan went on, "you're such a slut, that maybe I should make you into some kind of anti-whore. Rather than having people pay to fuck you, you should pay THEM hard cash for doing you the favor of filling up your holes. What do you think about that?"

She was nearly delirious with lust. "If you say so, Sir! Thank you, Sir! But the only thing I really want in me is your big thick cock! Everything else is just marking time, Sir."

Kim snorted while pussy licking, as if to say, "What about me?" But Heather didn't pay that any mind.

Meanwhile, Alan knocked some more on the closet door in a way that did not fit any prearranged signals between him and Sean. This set Alan's previously mentioned mysterious "surprise or two" in motion.

Sean had been trying to rub his dick against the closet door slats in a desperate attempt to get some kind of friction going. But he stopped when he heard some very loud rustling coming from behind him, deeper in the closet. He jerked his head around and saw movement, but it was so dark that he couldn't tell who or what it was. His eyes had been staring out through the slats into the bright, sunny room, so he was effectively blind when looking into the back of the closet.

But he could sense something drawing nearer. His heart pounded with fear and excitement. As a child, he'd had the usual irrational fear of a monster hiding in his closet (with another monster under his bed), and in his emotional turmoil he momentarily imagined that the monster was real after all and had finally come to get him. But then he heard a voice above the Talking Heads blaring on the stereo. It whispered, "Hi." That was all. He couldn't figure out who it was just from that one word, but he did determine that the voice was female.

That was a great relief for him. In a flash, he realized, Shit! Alan's had someone else buried in the closet all this time, just to surprise me! Fuckin' A. It sure as hell worked! No way! That's totally whacked! But who is it? Fuck, with everything I've been learning about my friend, it could be anyone! The only thing I know is she's probably hot and ready for sex!

He could feel the woman's breath on his face, she was so close. He could also feel her arm pressing into his as she finished pushing her way through the rack of clothes so she could stand next to him. He still couldn't see much, though, except for an outline of her head that showed she had very short but stylish hair. Then he felt a hand go to his leg and work its way to his crotch.

She felt the large lump in his shorts, and her voice made some appreciative purring noises.

He expected her to unzip his shorts next, but instead, he felt two hands on the waistband of his shorts, and then, moments later, found his shorts dangling just above his knees.

He was so aroused that he knew it wouldn't be long before he reached a great climax. He'd lost track of what was happening out in the room, but he turned some of his attention there to help himself go over the edge.

Alan was now sitting on the floor licking Kim's pussy, while Kim was sitting up on her knees, licking Heather's pussy. But this didn't last for long.

Heather cried out, and her legs buckled as a tremendous orgasm swept through her body. It took her so unexpectedly that she fell forward and crumpled to the floor in a heap. She had just enough presence of mind to stick her arms out and break her fall enough to prevent herself from getting hurt.

Alan said to Kim, "Someone who can lick that selfish slut nearly to death deserves a reward. How would you like it? In the mouth? The cunt? What's your pleasure?"

Kim thought, Boy, today really is my lucky day! Alan hasn't been seeing me much at all lately, and now this. She said, "Hmmm. Tough call. I guess the cunt, since we haven't done that in a while."

Alan paused for a moment. Kim was using double protection now and Alan was tempted to fuck her bareback as he had promised a week ago. However, he had asked Kim to fuck Sean twice since then. Sean knows that he's supposed to always use a condom, but I know it's all too easy to get caught up in the moment. Fuck! As much as I'd like to fuck Kim bareback, I've really got to be careful from now on... especially since Dean will probably be joining the club as well. Alan nodded, then went and got a condom out of the backpack he'd brought.

He asked Kim, "Are you cool with everything that's happening today? Have you minded how I've treated you?"

"I'm cool. Very, very cool! I just wish there could be more days like this. My house is your house for things like this, and please don't forget it."

He nodded again, while seeming to be lost in thought.

Sean looked at Heather sprawled out on the floor, lying on her side. Her tight black leather mini-skirt was now mashed up around her lower back, leaving her ass entirely exposed. Her pussy and sex juices could be seen clearly too. She happened to be facing the right way so he could see most of her sizable chest and gorgeous face as well.

Seeing her like that was keeping him right on the edge of climax and he'd been that way for an unbearably long time now. (He'd started to learn PC muscle control based on Alan's recommendation, but he hadn't progressed very far yet.) But then the mystery hands that had dropped his shorts and left him like that finally took the next step. As soon as he felt two hands grasp his cock, he lost all control.

One big reason why Sean had been fighting his climax strenuously was that he didn't know where he could safely shoot his cum. But by now he was too horny to care. He let out a great yell (largely muffled by the gag) and spurted all over the slats in the closet door in front of him.