6 Times a Day

Chapter 889 Brenda

?After a while, although Alan remained uncertain about the time, he could sense his penis was on the verge of getting erect again, and he figured there was no way they could spare the time for another round of fun. So he managed to disengage from his sexy helpers and get dressed.

Susan and Katherine seemed strangely unconcerned about the time, but they acquiesced to his wishes. The two hotties quickly returned to their respective bedrooms, put on normal and not particularly sexy clothes, and then returned to his room. They were just in time to meet him and walk downstairs together.

He was halfway down the stairs when he took a whiff of the air and frowned. He spoke his thoughts. "Huh. That's odd. It's like I can smell food cooking in the kitchen. What is that...? It smells like shakshouka, of all things. Is it?" He looked to Susan in confusion. (Shakshouka is eggs poached in a sauce of tomatoes, chili peppers, and onions.)

Susan's head was turned away as she sheepishly and cryptically replied, "Maybe... maybe it is."

He furrowed his brow, even as he kept walking with them through the living room. He was moving faster, in order to get to the source of the smell. "'Maybe it is?' Mom, what are you talking about? If you don't know, who does?"

Katherine giggled with glee, parodying Susan's response, "Maybe... maybe SHE does!" Just as she said "she," the three of them passed from the living room into the dining room, which gave them a view into the kitchen. She pointed dramatically towards the stove.

Standing there, in nothing but an erotic apron, was Brenda. She was in the middle of cooking waffles, but she twisted in place to smile back at Alan. "Good morning, Master!"

He stopped walking and smacked his own face as he stood next to the kitchen counter. His surprise was total. "Brenda?! What are YOU doing there?"

Susan happily explained, "Knowing that your time this morning is limited, she offered to help. After all, if Angel and I are busy playing with your cock, who is there to cook?"

He lowered his hand, but shook his head. "Whaaat? That doesn't make any sense. For one thing, how did she just materialize here? You two were too busy with me to give her a call."

Katherine joked, "A Star Trek transporter beam, obviously. 'Beam me up, Mommy!'" She giggled.

Susan seriously explained, "Actually, the whole thing was planned out by her and me yesterday. Angel and I talked about it before you woke up, and I called Brenda to make some last minute arrangements. Do you approve?"

There was a long pause while he thought that over. His heart was racing at the possibilities. "Geez, I don't know. It seems very, very unnecessary. You spoil me. All of you do. Besides, Brenda, what about your son Adrian? Don't you need to get him ready for school at this hour?"

Brenda alternated between looking over her shoulder at Alan and keeping an eye on the waffles she was cooking. She relished the fact that he was gawking at her bare ass cheeks. "Normally, I do, kind of. The thing is, though, my maid Anika really does everything, including most of the cooking. Heck, all of it, usually. Basically, I just sit with my son and eat breakfast with him. So it's not like I have to be there. I told him that I had to leave early today due to some important business, and that is technically true."

She briefly turned to face him, to make sure he understood the importance and sincerity of her words through direct eye contact. "Master, taking care of you and your cock is VERY important to me. VERY!" She turned back around to show off her fantastic bubble butt some more. She made sure to keep her legs straight while spreading them dramatically.

Her desire for Alan was so great, and her body lubricated so easily, that her pussy was starting to get wet already. Her heart raced, knowing her master was looking her over.

He grunted at her comment while very much enjoying the view. He could see a glistening sheen on her pussy lips. "Huh. That seems... extreme. Brenda, like I told you already, I'm not this great 'sex god' you think I am. I'm just a normal guy. Besides, I also told you not to call me 'master' except in sexual situations."

Brenda grinned mischievously. "That's true, you did say that. Except look at how I'm dressed." She twisted in place and ran a hand down her nearly naked body. "For me, this is a sexual situation."

Alan had already been looking at her, but he took his time to closely examine her from head to toe. Starting at her feet, he noticed that she was wearing shiny red high heels, probably five inches. His gaze moved up her sleek, firm legs, until he stopped to enjoy her completely bare ass. Then his gaze slid up her wonderfully bare back, except for a large bow just above her ass that was practically begging to be untied. But even untied he knew it wouldn't make much difference, because with the way her upper body was twisted towards him, it was obvious that she was completely naked from the belly button on up, and the apron barely reached down enough to cover all of her pussy.

He could feel his flaccid penis start to stir due to the stunning and provocative sight. My God, man! Brenda is so stacked! So curvy! So fucking sexy! I know that's as obvious as saying 'The Sun is big,' but still, it gets me every time.

Then he remembered the need to get to school on time, and looked to the kitchen clock, only to discover that it was missing too. "Hey! Where'd this clock go as well?!"

Katherine wrapped an arm around him and led him away from Brenda, towards the dining room table. She knew there was a digital clock above the oven, and she didn't want him to think of looking at that. "Don't worry your handsome head about it, Bro. Consider it an experiment. Now that you're the man of the house, we want you to fully enjoy yourself in the mornings without getting all stressed out about the time."

He let her guide him to a chair, and he sat down on it, but he wasn't happy. "Well, thanks, I guess. But that's not going to work. If I don't know the exact time, I'll get MORE stressed out about it. I'll be constantly worried that I'm late for school already."

Katherine looked back to Susan who was still standing near the kitchen counter, and the two of them shared a significant look.

Susan asked him, "Do you really mean that?"

"I do."

"Oh, poo. Very well. We'll put the clock back then. And don't you worry. There's still over half an hour to go. Plenty of time for you to enjoy your breakfast... to the fullest."

He frowned. There was something about the ebullient way she said "to the fullest" that made him suspicious. "And just what do you mean by that?"

Instead of answering, Susan looked to Brenda and asked, "How are those waffles coming?"

"Oh, everything's ready to go, including the eggs and muffins. I'm just keeping things warm and waiting on your word."

"Excellent. I'll take over then. And thanks for your help."

Brenda bowed. "It's my pleasure, Mistress."

Alan frowned at that too. He muttered to Katherine, "This is weird."

She replied, "Hey, things change. You're Mr. Roll with the Punches, aren't you? So roll with these punches. You're the head of a harem now, or whatever lame-ass word you want to use if you're still not ready to call it what it really is. Brenda wants to help you and serve you. It's what makes her happy."

"That's nice and all." Knowing that Brenda was close enough to hear every word, he said, "And I thank you for it, Brenda." Then he continued to Katherine, "But it hardly seems necessary for her to come all this way just to cook me some waffles and eggs."

Katherine just smirked knowingly.

He frowned yet again. "Uh-oh. What does THAT mean?"

Katherine was relishing being mysterious. "She's not here JUST to help cook. In fact, that's hardly the main reason she came here today."

He suddenly sensed a presence near him, and turned his head around to see what it was. To his surprise, he discovered Brenda standing just a couple of feet away.

She bowed her head. "Master, if I may..." She turned her back to him and bent over, so her bare ass was practically in his face. She wiggled her ass impatiently.

He didn't know what to think about that. But he definitely noticed the large bow just above her ass. It seemed to be calling to him, demanding that he untie it. So that's what he did. It was tied very loosely, so it came apart easily. Her scanty erotic apron fell to the floor.