6 Times a Day

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Susan was folding laundry when the telephone rang. She was wearing nothing but a sexy apron in anticipation of Alan arriving home. She rushed to the living room, where the nearest receiver was, holding her barely supported breasts to keep them from bouncing all over. She stopped and picked up the phone, but left an arm underneath her hefty rack. “Plummer residence.”

“Susan! My mistress Susan! Thank God!” It was Brenda. Her voice sounded panicky.

“Hi Brenda. Is there something wrong?”

“Oh, it’s horrible! Just horrible! I’m so horny and frustrated and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it!”

Susan smiled. Apparently there was no real emergency, just the usual hunger for cock that afflicted everyone in Alan’s harem. “Why not?”

Brenda whimpered. “You know why! I hate to sound the tiniest bit like an ungrateful slave, but it’s so hard not being allowed into your house on Tuesdays. I’ve been climbing up the walls all day! Furthermore, I’ll have to wait aaaalll the way until tomorrow night before I can tell Master Alan that I’m going to fully dedicate my life to sexually serving him and his family. It’s torture! Pure torture!”

She squealed in agonized distress, “I need his thick fuckmeat in me this very instant or I’m going to DIE!”

Susan said sympathetically, “I know exactly how you feel. Exactly! Especially the craving for a long pounding of thick Alan fuckmeat; after you’ve had it once, it’s a constant craving that never dies.” She clenched and unclenched her exposed ass cheeks as she savored that thought.

“I know! I have that craving already!” Brenda wailed in frustration.

“Yeah, well, that’s because he’s fucked you good! Just wait until AFTER he starts pumping your hot cunt to overflowing on a regular basis. You think you’re suffering now? Ha!”

“But I AM suffering!” Brenda whined.

Susan said more sympathetically, “I know. Just hang in there.”

“But it’s HARD!” Brenda whined some more.

“It IS! And thick and long and tasty, too!” Susan joked. It was hardly the most original joke in the world, but it cracked both of them up.

That eased Brenda’s tension some, so Susan continued more seriously, “Today hasn’t been the best of days for me either. Even though it’s a Tuesday, here it is, nearly four o’clock, and my son hasn’t deposited a single load on me or in me, or practically even near me! Angel got to sleep with him all night last night and got a big deposit of his morning sperm load to boot, and then he rushed off to fuck some high school pussy before classes started. Then last night he said something about having an SA-Club meeting after school, which is mostly a collection of cheerleaders and other hotties dedicated to servicing his penis. And naturally, ‘SA’ stands for ‘Servicing Alan!'”

Brenda already knew about the SA-Club and what the ‘SA’ stood for, due to her frequent phones calls with Susan, but she loved being reminded about it just the same. “OH MY LORD! That’s so exciting!”

“I know! How can I resist a boy who has all the sexiest, bustiest girls in school under his heel?”

“You can’t, Susan; you can’t! Oh Jesus! I’m… I’m… I’m playing with myself already! Not that it’s even slightly surprising, knowing him! I’d be surprised if he DIDN’T have a collection of big-titted hotties at his beck and call at school! How do you think he does it?”

Susan was bursting with pride as she theorized, “Well, I imagine he scouts the school for the sexiest girls he can find. You know, the ones with the sultry faces, curvy and fit bodies, and of course the hugest, shapeliest tits. Then, when he finds a new one, he’ll invite her to the SA-Club without explaining what that means. She’ll go, thinking it’s some kind of extracurricular club that she can use to pad her resume and get into a good college. Only she’ll show up and find my Tiger in the center of a bevy of naked busty babes, all taking turns on his cock!”

Brenda interrupted. “Oh God, oh God! That’s HOT! She’ll be shocked, but she’ll see there’s no way to resist!” Without realizing it, she started speaking as if this new recruit was her. “The other girls will all rip my clothes off and tie my hands behind my back! Then, naked and on my knees, I’ll be forced to suck Master Alan’s magnificent prick while the others all stand around and watch! At first I’ll resist, but soon I’ll be slurping and stroking it like my life depends on it! They’ll all groan with desire as he shoots a big load of his tasty cream down my throat!”

Susan moaned agreeably. “Mmmm! Yes! So tasty!” She pinched a stiff nipple while she repeatedly swallowed.

Brenda enthused, “But that’ll just be the beginning! Since I’m the new recruit, he’s gotta fully break me in! Break my spirit, break my will to resist! He’ll take me in every hole, totally taming my body, my mind, and my SOUL!”

With fingers pulling on her clit, Brenda was rapidly approaching orgasm. But she suddenly remembered that she was on the phone with Susan, and added in a sheepish tone, “Um, at least, that’s what I think would happen. Is that what happens?”

Susan chuckled, even though she too was busy frigging herself and getting close to her own climax “I noticed you changed that from talking about a girl to talking about you.”

That embarrassed Brenda, but she said, “Well, it could be me, couldn’t it? … Hey! Do you think he’d let me join a meeting like that? For real?!”

“You could ask, but I really doubt it. Anyway, I don’t really know what happens at these SA-Club meetings, but I have to assume it’s something like what you described. After all, who could resist? Who would WANT to resist?”

“Not me!”

Susan sighed. “But there’s a downside in having such a studly son, when my pussy and nipples, and heck, my entire body, throbs with need waiting for him to come home. Who knows how much teen twat he’ll be fucking for how long before he finally gets around to me? And on a Tuesday!”

“God, that’s so HOT!” Brenda wailed with excitement. “He’s totally putting you in your place, isn’t he? Making you wait, making you beg, even on your special day!”

“He IS!” Susan agreed, finding her frustration highly exciting and arousing when it was put that way. Her fingers pulled on her nub and she gasped, “I’m gonna cum!”

Brenda gasped, “Me too! I’m totally WET already! I’m soaked! He’s such a stud! He’s… he’s… Well, I can’t even put into words what he is and what that does to me. ‘Stud’ just doesn’t cut it!”

“I know, Brenda, and I agree one thousand percent! How can I stay angry at him when he’s just so sexually overpowering? I just have to do what I’m told, and so do you! There needs to be a better word than just ‘stud.'”

Brenda breathlessly suggested, “What about ‘fuck lord’?!”

“I appreciate your enthusiasm, but let’s not get sacreligious.”

“No, not THAT kind of lord, I mean ‘the lord of the manor’ kind of lord. As in lords and ladies.”

Susan’s face brightened. “Oh! Right! I like the sound of that!”

“Yes! Master Alan! My Fuck Lord!” In Brenda’s mind the words were capitalized. “Can you imagine him saying, ‘I am your lord and master?!'” She shivered lustily, because the phrase “lord and master” held an extra erotic thrill for her.

“OOOH!” Susan shivered lustily as well. She’d heard Brenda describe her pivotal “lord and master” conversation many times, and that phrase was starting to give her an extra special thrill as well.

“You’re not mad at him, are you? A Fuck Lord like him NEEDS to spread his seed around!”

Susan could feel her pussy quivering as her orgasm rushed over her. “Oh God! It’s true! It’s true! He’s going to FUCK them all, and probably impregnate them for good measure! AAAIIIEEE!”

Brenda had been holding back, just barely, waiting for Susan. But upon hearing that, she gave in to her lusty feelings and came hard. Thinking about getting impregnated by him too, she screamed loudly into the phone with an incoherent wail.

After a minute or two, Brenda recovered enough to say into the general direction of the phone, “Wow. Phew! That was just what I needed. Even when our master isn’t around, he fucks me so good!”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Susan agreed, managing to sit back up. “Every day, I have more orgasms just thinking about him than I do actually with him, and probably most of them are when I’m talking with you. But it’s just not the same. I’m still climbing the walls. I mean, I’m absolutely undeniably climbing the walls! Brenda, tomorrow night is your special time with your unveiling as house maid and everything, but Tuesdays are supposed to be MY time. You and I just have to cope during these tragically unfucked and unfondled hours.”

Brenda grunted needfully.

Susan fidgeted, but that only caused her to rub her legs together and made her more aroused. Fighting the rising desire, she said firmly, “We have to be strong!”

“But how, Susan, how? He’s just so dreamy and dominating, not to mention well-hung. All I can do is think about serving him, helping him cum, feeling his thick cock sliding into my-”

Susan cut her off before her ultra-buxom friend could get both of them too excited again. She replied in as calm a voice she could muster, “Well, for instance, you know how Suzanne and I enjoy passing much of each morning exercising, and I’ve told you how that makes his time in school go by a lot faster. In fact, today we exercised for over three hours!”

“Non-stop?!”

“No. Off and on. But regardless, it feels good to know that I’m making my body more fuckable and sexually pleasing to my son with every weight I lift, every mile I run.”

“Ooh! That’s really sexy! I’ll bet you look really sexy doing it, too!”

“We do! Lately, we’ve been taking pictures of ourselves working out from time to time, because we look and feel so sexy and it’s not fair that Tiger doesn’t get to see us like that. In fact, I have one of Suzanne over here somewhere. Ah, yes.” She picked up a photo. “Do I love her body or what?! What a body…” She lost herself staring at the photo.

But Brenda brought her back to Earth. “I wish I could see all that with my own eyes.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll show you some next time you come over. But my point is, we not only do the usual workout stuff, which we’ve been doing for years, but in recent weeks we’ve also been practicing our Kegel muscle control to better squeeze and please Tiger’s cock with our tight cunts, deep throating and other cocksucking techniques to please his cock, working on anal muscle control, which also helps please his cock… In fact, pretty much everything we do is designed to better please his cock one way or another!” She giggled gleefully, not at all bothered by that.

“That’s so brilliant!” Brenda stated very firmly as she started to play with her pussy lips some more, “And as it should be.”

Susan sighed happily, cupping the sensitive undersides of her breasts. “It makes me feel so good, knowing that every single day, I’m becoming a better sex toy mommy.” She hefted her boobs up as if showing them off for her son. “And Suzanne and I usually help each other get a few orgasms in, which helps take the edge off of waiting a little bit. Just like with you, whenever I talk about all the things Tiger’s done to us recently, it’s almost as good as really doing it all over again.”

She’d been hoping to talk about something calm and non-sexual, but belatedly realized her topic didn’t exactly help matters.

“That sounds great,” Brenda sighed. She longed to ask if she could join in future workout sessions, and Susan might have been receptive to the idea, but Brenda felt that as house slave it wasn’t her place to ask for such things. However, she resolved to immediately step up her own exercise regimen. She’d never entirely lost her baby fat, and she worried sometimes that she was too chubby, even though she hadn’t gained any weight in years.

She frowned as she imagined neither Alan nor Adrian desiring her. “But I don’t have what you have with Suzanne. Worse, Adrian is home from school already, looking so cute and fuckable. How I long to suck his balls dry to mark time until I can be with my master. My Fuck Lord!”

Her own use of this new phrase caused Brenda to suddenly pant so much that she had to take a few moments to calm her voice. “Like you, I need something to take the edge off, and I’ve discovered cocksucking makes me feel so peaceful and content. It’s like having a pacifier in my mouth. I could suck cock for hours! Days on end!”

The idea of sucking on Alan’s cock for days without stopping got Susan so excited that she suddenly lost her remaining cool and grabbed at her pussy again. Since she was wearing nothing but an apron, there was little impediment for her to reach her dripping slit. “Oh! Me too! Me too! I’ve told you how I find cocksucking so calming, even as it’s endlessly exciting. How is it the same with you?”

“I don’t know. It just is.”

After a few moments, Susan cooled down a bit and pointed out, “Brenda, you and I are so similar in so many ways. It’s our big tits, I think. You know my Big Tits Theory.”

“Know it? My mistress, that theory has become the guiding credo and code for my entire life! I just hope he’s knocked off a couple dozen of the sexiest and most stacked girls in that club of his, so they can all learn the truth too.”

“Knocked off? Do you mean knocked up?”

“SUSAN! Good God! That’s so sexy! Yes, knocked up! I hope he knocks them up right there in his classes, one by one, while the other just stand and stare, waiting for their turn to be fertilized by his superior seed! Wouldn’t that be great? Can you just imagine DOZENS of the sexiest girls in the school, all walking around with fat bellies, all proudly admitting that Master Alan is the daddy?” She had to pause for breath because she found that idea so arousing.

Susan gasped with pleasure as she frigged herself with her free hand. “Oh, I agree, totally! That would be SO HOT!” But then she said in a sadder voice, “If only Tiger could breed me. Sometimes I feel so… useless. What I wouldn’t give to have him breed me!”

Knowing from previous experience that that topic tended to greatly depress Susan, Brenda quickly changed the topic. “What are you wearing?”

“Oh, it’s my erotic-apron look. You know, just an apron and nothing else. It never fails to get Tiger thick and hard, and it doesn’t get in the way of any of my ‘naughty bits’ at all.” She could hear the sound of rubbing fabric from Brenda’s line. She asked with an increasingly ragged voice, “What about you? Are you naked?”

Brenda looked down at her black dress in frustration. It was on so tight that she didn’t have good pussy access, forcing her to rub herself through her clothes or lift her dress up. “No, sadly. Suzanne won’t even let me walk around topless when Adrian is around. I’ve probably ruined this dress, I’ve gotten so wet… But I’ll fix that! I’ll be back in a minute! Oh, and switch to a speaker phone! I know I will!”

Susan chuckled because it wasn’t her intention to get Brenda naked; she’d just wanted to hear a sexy description of what her bosomy friend was wearing and doing. But this was better.

Both Susan and Brenda rushed off to find their speaker phones. Susan’s was located on the wall by the kitchen counter, and she made it there quickly.

Brenda took longer undressing, so Susan kept herself busy playing with her clit, slit, and boobs. She didn’t take the apron off, but just moved it more out of the way. She was soaking wet between the thighs already.