6 Times a Day

Chapter 1107 I'm nobody's slave, you son of a bitch!

Chapter 1107 I'm nobody's slave, you son of a bitch!

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Alan looked at Heather and saw just how far gone she was in her lusty need, so he pushed a little more. "Hey, Heather, what about Janice and Joy? They're just standing here..."

Amy chirped in with her typical enthusiasm, "Yeah! A super cock like my boyfriend's cock needs lots and lots of soft feminine hands handling it!"

Heather rolled her eyes and sighed. What a stupid cunt! If I could have this cock all for my very own... But she got the message, and said, reluctantly, "Janice? Joy? Would you please join in and help us service, uh... Sir's cock?"

Janice and Joy said simultaneously, "With pleasure!" Then they giggled, realizing what they'd just done. They were already standing near, and wasted no time. Within seconds, there were four hands, each from a different girl, stroking Alan's dick or his balls.

Heather grumbled and rolled her eyes some more, but the sight of all those hands stroking definitely had an effect on her. She was so excited that she was practically hyperventilating. More and more, Alan positioned his cockhead so Heather could get one or two good licks in before it pulled just out of reach again. That drove her absolutely wild with need.

Janice asked Alan, "What's with all this 'Sir' stuff, anyway?"

He casually replied, "She's very proud. She IS my personal cum dump; that's not just talk. Which means I'm her master and she's my slave. But I figure it's a fig leaf to have her call me 'Sir' instead."

"WOW!" Janice and Joy exclaimed at once.

Heather practically came on the spot. "SLAVE?!" SLAVE?! I'm nobody's slave, you son of a bitch! You take that back, or I'll... I'll make you pay! PAY! I know it looks bad, with me all tied up and begging for cock, but this is just a temporary setback!

Of course, those comments were only in her mind. The other girls took her silence as tacit agreement, which was a total mindblower. Somehow, everyone got much more aroused by that silence, even Heather.

The mutli-handed handjob went on for a minute or two. Somehow, Alan was able to keep his cool and not climax. The amount of stimulation he was getting from all those hands plus Heather's tongue was simply off the charts. He knew he never would have lasted more than a minute had it not been for all the "training" he'd been getting in recent weeks. Feeling this much sexual pleasure was almost the norm for him lately.

Alan said, "So. It's interesting. If I listen to your voice, you sound like such an obedient bitchslut. But you're not, are you? Actions speak louder than words, and you're keeping a secret from me. If you're so obedient, why don't you just tell me right now what your secret is, and I'll put this thing in any hole or crevice you desire."

 Heather's eyes went wider still. At the moment, the tip of his cockhead was just out of reach, even though she was stretching forward with all her might. She fervently wished her tongue were longer, but (unlike Xania or Suzanne) she had no chance of even touching the tip of her own nose with it, much less reaching what was beyond her nose.

She thought, Sir, if you think the sight of all those hands from different girls... pumping, pumping, pumping! Pumping on that thick fuck staff! ... If you think that sight is getting to me... well, dammit, you're RIGHT! HNNNG! UNGH! Slipping and sliding and squishing... GOD, he's so well hung! And how the Hell does he not cum already?! I swear, it's inhuman! I'm about to cum buckets just from LOOKING at what's happening to him! If he cums, he's going to douse my face! But I can't give in! No! No fucking way! A Morgan never loses!

She strained at her ropes as strongly as she could, but it was hopeless to get free. Then she closed her eyes completely and withdrew her tongue. She winced, knowing that what she was about to say wasn't going to go over well. "I'd love to, Sir. You know I really would. But I can't do this! I've said before that this secret is for your own good, in the long run. I really do mean that. Sir!"

He replied with a tinge of anger, "You realize that until I learn your secret you won't be seeing or touching this dick again. No more bitch training sessions. Nothing. Nada. Zip. You're on your own. I'll wipe my hands of you completely."

His erection continued to bob and weave right at the tip of Heather's nose, occasionally bumping into her nose.

The room was dead silent while all eyes turned to Heather. The girls even paused with their stroking as they waited with bated breath for her response.

He added, "If you tell me now, the full truth, I will actually fuck you good and then cum in your ass. For a lowly bitchslut like you, I don't think you realize what a rare honor it is to actually get a big hot load of Bitch Taming cum pumped into your ass. But I will make a special exception today."

"And then?!" Heather panted, torn between excitement and the dreaded taste of defeat.

"And then, naturally, you'll have to serve your punishment. You won't like it. In fact, you'll probably hate it. But that's all part of your training. You need to be trained in how to be an obedient bitchslut and an enjoyable fuck. You need to accept your humble place, which is serving my cock first and foremost. The girls around you, they are girls. Human beings. Whereas you're just a bitchslut. You're basically three holes and a pair of tits."

She groaned again, and tried to lurch forward in yet another futile effort to lick his dick.

The other girls all laughed at her, doubling her shame. By this time, their fingers had resumed pumping.

He went on, "You're nowhere near fully realizing that yet. I may have to keep you permanently chained to a bed, with your ass and cunt stuffed full to bursting with cock, plastic or otherwise, until you accept your station in life. Which is below me, begging to serve me. I'm willing to take the time to do that if need be, but only if you make it worth my while. And that means telling me your secret. Now."

Alan didn't literally mean all of that, or even much of that. The other girls were incredulous and awed at his sheer chutzpah. But he instinctively understood Heather's mindset so well that he knew his words were a huge turn-on for her, not a turn-off.

The idea of being chained to a bed and punished until she completely broke had huge appeal for her. She knew he'd never actually do it, but it was that kind of fantasy that she loved to hear from him. Further, she was outraged at his offensive and extremely chauvinistic words, but his crude language only drove her to higher ecstasies. She knew that was fucked up, but she didn't care.

He added, "This is your last and only chance." He started withdrawing his stiff boner a few inches from her (while still allowing the others' twenty fingers to continue stroking it).

Heather appeared to break with that. "Okay! Okay. Damn you!"

"Damn you, Sir!" Alan corrected firmly. His was rhythmically squeezing his PC muscle to prevent any unexpected cum eruption. He was getting terribly aroused from the whole power game, even more than the physical pleasure caused by the many stroking hands. Again, it was like his body could handle any amount of physical stimulation, but adding a mental mind-fuck on top of that could get too much even for him. He brought the tip of his cockhead tantalizingly closer to her, so that it remained just a fraction of an inch out of her reach.

Heather half-laughed, half cried, "Damn you, Sir!" There was a long pause. With his erection still dangling an inch from her mouth and all the busy hands happily stroking it, she looked straight at it and felt awe at Alan's sexual dominance over her and the whole squad.

Jesus! Fuuuuck! Look at that cock! How can I resist it? How can I fight? I neeeed it! I need to pleasure it! Sir, please! Let me... Let me suck on your fat knob until you blow your load all over my face and down my throat! I'll be so good to you! Your perfect cum dump! Your whore! Your slut!

That's what I need; the cleansing joy of a creamy cum bath! I don't even care about the other hands. Hell, I LOVE the hands! In fact, a cock like that needs MORE hands! Especially MY hands!

She said between heavy panting, "Okay. You win. Again. Damn. The truth is, I didn't go home earlier, I went to see Rock." Her face burned red with the humiliation of conceding defeat.

Several girls, including Amy, gasped at that.

Heather said over the sound of increasingly loud sloshing and squishing from so many hands, "But I wasn't plotting against you, Sir! No! I'm trying to help you! I've heard through the rumor grapevine of this new plot against you. There's little that escapes my notice at this school and I don't want you to get hurt! I mean, that would be like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs, right? I mean, this school would be boring without you."

She stopped because the tip of his cockhead happened to sway closer, and she strained with all her might to reach it with her tongue. She hit pay dirt, and even managed to get her lips sucking on the tip when he swayed another inch or two in her direction.

Alan enjoyed what she was doing with her lips and tongue so much that he moved forward a bit more, giving her another inch to play with, until her tongue was brushing up against the side of Kim's stroking hand. But then he realized she wasn't going to say anything more while she was busy licking, so he reluctantly pulled just out of range.

"GRRR!" she griped.

"Finish your story and you can have some more cock," he said, like promising a toddler some candy.

Heather spoke faster. "So of course I'm going to do what I can to help out. I've got all kinds of plans in motion, Sir. Talking to him is just one. I've got other things going on during school and after school. I can't have my Bitch Trainer in me, dulling my wits, with all kinds of important negotiations and plans going on. It's not good that you know, or that other people in this room know, because my plan requires stealth and surprise, but you left me no choice but to tell."

Staring at his erection and straining at her restraints, she concluded, "Are you satisfied? Do you see now why I was trying to keep this a secret? It's for your own good! Sir. Now please... just move forward another inch or two! Sir, please!"