6 Times a Day

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Here’s one of my greatest inspirational Quote for you.

“Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it.” — Steve Jobs

Someone [ 1 / 3 ]

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Alan stood in the middle of the room, not too concerned with much beyond trying to stay upright. It was slowly dawning on him what a gorgeous, big-breasted woman he was standing in front of. He loved the way her tits were all but popping out of her extremely low-cut dress. He couldn’t stop himself from staring.

“You know, Elle, I gotta say, your boobs are almost the biggest…” He staggered, and fell forward until he was supporting himself with a wall.

“Yes, almost the biggest what?” she said.

“Oh, nothing, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, I really want to know. Almost what?”

“Well, I was trying to say they’re almost as big as the boobs of two other women I know.”

Suzanne smiled a devilish smile, realizing this would be a good “foot in the door” for her plans. She loved that she was obviously one of the two other women. “Now, just a moment! My breasts are my best assets. You’re telling me you know not one but two women with bigger boobs?”

“Yep.” He smiled smugly.

“I don’t believe it.” She put her hands on her hips and acted indignant.

“Well, it’s true. I live near two of the most gorgeous women in the universe. Yours are pretty nice, but theirs are even nicer.”

Suzanne was amused that Alan thought “Elle” wasn’t as big or beautiful as her real self. “I think you’re wrong,” she said firmly. “How can you tell for certain?”

“I don’t know. I can just tell.”

“Non! You have not felt my boobs, mon ami. I refuse to concede they’re smaller than these other women’s until you make sure by checking them with your hands.”

“That’s a fair cop. Okey-dokey.” He walked towards her, but then he suddenly steered away and went to the light switch by the door and flicked it on. “Wait. Let me get a better look at you.”

Suzanne was secretly terrified. She hadn’t been expecting that, and she had no way to stop him. She turned her head away as if she was shy due to the light, when in fact it was so he couldn’t get a good look at her face. She was grateful that she had her mask on at least, because there wasn’t much else providing her cover, considering that she was anticipating getting naked in a minute or two.

Luckily for her, he was drunk, horny, and oblivious, so he didn’t get a clear look at her. Then she remembered that she could pretend to be modest. She squealed, “Please! Turn off the light! I’m shy!”

He turned the main light back off, but turned a smaller lamp on instead.

She felt that would be okay. She didn’t want to raise his suspicions by complaining too much.

He exclaimed, “Dang! You’re so HOT!” He staggered right up to her, reached out with both hands, and cupped her boobs from below.

She held her hands on his and pulled down on her dress, which had just ever-so-barely covered her nipples in the first place.

Her two pale melons popped free, and he began investigating their size more boldly. However, he was in his tiger costume, so he couldn’t feel much with his “paws.”

“Hey, Tiger. Let’s take off that tiger suit, so you can check properly,” she said huskily. She pulled a zipper down his back and dragged the costume off his arms and down to his chest.

His hands flew back to her boobs, as he stared at them with wide-eyed wonder.

She thought with amused chagrin, I probably don’t even need the mask. Knowing his tit lust, it’ll be a miracle if he looks at my face again!

She purred with her sexy French accent, “So, what do you think? Are they the biggest?”

“Hmmm. They’re pretty fuckin’ huge, lady. I mean Elle. Fuckin’… basketballs! … I mean, they’re quite large, madam. Pardon my language! You’re nice, and yours are nice!” he said as he nearly swooned from alcohol. “But Susan’s are nicer.”

“Oh, are they?” Suzanne said, suddenly genuinely upset. It’s amusing when he’s comparing me to myself, but not when he prefers his mother! “Who is this Susan? Is she your girlfriend?”

“No, she’s my…” He caught himself before he said “mother,” since he believed he was with a stranger. “Actually, yeah. I guess you could kinda say that. Lover maybe fits better.”

“What about this second woman? How do her breasts compare?”

“Oh, Suzanne? Way nicer too. Sorry, but that’s just how it is. She’s a major babe!” He continued to fondle her, pulling at her nipples nearly painfully.

“I refuse to believe that,” she said as she began to pull her dress further down. “Is she your girlfriend?”

“Well, kinda, kinda not. It’s complicated.”

Carefully keeping her head turned away, she pointed at her chest with both hands. “Look at me naked, and tell me honestly if you think these other women are prettier than me.” She wore nothing under her dress, so she was suddenly completely nude, except for her high heels and mask.

“Ho boy! That’s nice!” His hands began running all over her, but still focusing on her huge tits. He’d been conditioned in recent weeks to avoid touching pussies, so he refrained from doing that. “You look a lot like my Aunt Suzy, but she doesn’t let me touch me much. I mean her. Much, I mean.”

“She must be crazy. Am I having an effect yet?” She pulled his suit down further until it came to his knees.

Alan didn’t answer with words, but his erection sprang straight out, showing off its full length. She chuckled. “Looks like I just got my answer! What do we have here?” She reached down, enveloped it with her hands, and began stroking. “Is this not proof that I am the more beautiful woman?”

“Sorry, Elle. I mean, you’re making me really hot, and you’re so beautiful and busty that it’s crazy! I like you a lot. But you should see what these other two women do to me. It’s REALLY crazy, it is!” He looked around the room dumbly. “By the way, what was the thing you wanted me to help you with?”

Suzanne grabbed Alan by the shoulders and pushed him backwards until he fell back onto the bed. Then she pulled his tiger costume completely off his feet, so he was now totally naked except for the tiger fur covering the hair on his head, which was a separate piece. Even with her mask on, she was still trying to keep her head away as much as possible.

“These women,” she said. “Do they let you play with them?”

He nodded. “Oh yeah! God, yeah! I played tennis with Susan today, and… Wow!”

“I don’t mean playing like that.”

“You should have seen us play!” He laughed far too loudly. “Super sexy blowjob!”

She thought, I did! Hee-hee! She pretended to be surprised. “What, are you saying these two beauties, they suck you off?”

He nodded more assertively. “Totally! So much and so good! God, it’s so good!” Through his drunkenness, he remembered talking about other women wasn’t polite. “But let’s not talk about them; let’s talk about you. Do you live in France, full time?”

Not wanting to make up lies she might not remember to keep straight, she avoided the question. “Wait. I’m curious about these women. Look at what my hands are doing. Does it look like I mind talking about them?”

He gaped at her two hands stroking up and down his shaft. “Wooooow! So cool! Man, I’m so lucky! How the heck does this kind of thing keep happening to me?!”

She was tempted to ask him which one sucked him better, but she felt it was a bit too sneaky to ask him questions like that in this circumstance. Besides, such odd questions might make him suspicious. Instead, she pretended to be curious but clueless. “These two women, your two lovers… Do they let you fuck them?”

He stopped nodding and became sad. “Oh, man! What a drag. That’s the one thing I can’t do. It sucks so bad! I love ’em so much. All I want to do is fuck ’em all day long, but they say they’re not ready.”

He considered revealing that he had more than two lovers and that he did get to fuck a couple of them, but he thought that would sound like boasting, and displease her. He didn’t understand how they’d gotten on talking about Susan and Suzanne, and he was eager to change the conversation or just stop talking.

She walked to the side of the bed, pulled his limp body up the bed until his head was on a pillow, and then lay on top of him. “That’s too bad. But don’t fret, because I would very much like you to fuck me. That errand I need help with? It’s simply that I want you to give me a good fucking.”

He still looked befuddled, so she clarified, “I want you to stick your cock in my cunt and ram it back and forth inside me like there’s no tomorrow. Is that clear? Do you think you can do that?” She drew one of his hands to her pussy and let him stroke her furry patch.

“Whoa! Wow! Really? You’d really let me do that?! I just met you!”

She chuckled, because normally he was suave, or at least clever, but now he was saying all the wrong things. “Have you ever heard of a one-night stand?”

“Oh yeah. But, uh… I don’t know, Elle. I can try. But I’m… I’m pretty drunk.” The room spun around him, and he was having a hard time focusing on the task at hand. About the best he could do was grope and ogle this mysterious (from his perspective) beautiful woman.

He’d heard that it was hard for a man to get and keep a firm erection while drunk. But he also realized that that wasn’t a problem for him, at least at the moment. His lust was ruling his befuddled brain, so he decided to give it a try.

He managed to position himself over Suzanne/Elle, then sat on her legs so that his cock pointed towards her cunt. Without any further ado, and before she had a chance to get wet, he tried to stick his tool into her hole. But with the room spinning, the effect was that he kept poking his dick everywhere but where it belonged.

Suzanne, desiring more foreplay, decided that had been fortunate. She grabbed control of his dick, but rather than stick it in, she played with it, moving it against her pussy, teasing herself by rubbing it against her clit and all around the area.

She whispered to him, “Close your eyes and keep ’em closed. Let me take charge. I’ll take you to Heaven!”

“Okay!” He closed his eyes right away. He was glad, because it meant he could concentrate on holding his head to stop the room from spinning.

She began poking it in her tunnel a fraction of an inch and then pulling it back out, making herself increasingly wet.

That got Alan increasingly frustrated yet aroused in the process.

She was still looking away out of habit, but it occurred to her she didn’t need to do that anymore, now that his eyes were closed. When she looked back at him, she saw him holding his head, and asked, “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know. I’m really dizzy. I worry I think I’m gonna be sick.”

That’s really romantic, she thought in frustration. She paused her teasing his cock with her cunt and asked, “Are you going to be sick, or just maybe, or what?”

“Maybe. I don’t know! I’ve never gotten drunk before. But I’m… I’m… hanging in there.” ．𝚌ｏ𝚖

She thought, Okay, this REALLY is “last chance to change your mind” time, girl! This is not how I wanted my first time with him to be. Not at all. But, dammit, this is my only chance! I can just test the waters, and scratch my itch, and then things’ll go back to before. No one will be the wiser. We can have a real first time later, and do it properly. I don’t even know what’ll happen tomorrow and beyond if we do it now. Maybe this’ll sate my need and I’ll be able to hold out until Susan is ready to accept it. I don’t know.

But the fact is, it’s not like I have any choice. My damn cunt is in control again! She just can’t wait anymore! If I don’t get to fuck my Sweetie, the love of my life, I’m simply going to lose my mind!

“Here, maybe this will help distract you.” Giving up hope of any lovemaking prowess from him in his current state, she simply stuck his erection in all the way. She figured she had to hurry, before he got sick or went flaccid.

His natural instincts took over and he began pounding her with a steady rhythm.

That’s better. Much better! she thought, as he pleasured her with long, deep strokes that seemingly penetrated to the center of her being. He’s plenty thick and plenty long, so it should be a good fuck even if he’s too drunk to have any style. Gaawwwd, that fills me up!

“I’m hangin’ on, I’m hangin’ on,” he said out loud to himself. “So good. You’re so good, Elle. Fuck! Yes!”

They went at it for the next five minutes, without any variation or playing around but with a steady, solid pounding.

Then he climbed up on her and went at it doggy-style, so he could penetrate her even deeper and play with her hanging tits at the same time.

Suzanne was having a great time. She felt like all her sneaky identity switch scheming had paid off. She let out a guttural gasp with his every thrust. “Oh! … Oh! … Oh! … Oh! … Oh! …” She was loving life, even if his technique lacked subtlety.

Alan began going faster and faster, but then his energy peaked and he began going slower. He was like the little engine that couldn’t. Finally, he stopped altogether, with his hard dick still inside her, and simply lay down on top of her and hugged her.

She cursed inwardly. Dammit, this is not how it’s supposed to be. I’m not seeing stars here. Sweetie’s just too drunk. We’re both too drunk.

Luckily, he wasn’t having trouble staying erect, like many drunk men do. But the alcohol had made his brain decide to go to sleep and it seemed there was nothing he could do to prevent that. Not even a great fuck could keep him awake.