6 Times a Day

Chapter 831 First Time With Xania ! [’Someone’ Sponsored]



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Brenda let go. She backed up a bit, kneeling on the floor next to the bed, so she could take a good look at Alan’s penis. It was three-fourths hard now, but still soft enough to flop down onto his stomach. Damn! Clearly, I’ve been ordered to stop reviving it, so I have to stop. That’s part of what it means to have a master. And I was so close! So close!

Alan rolled his eyes at her dismayed look. She has such high expectations. It’s like the mere idea of me being flaccid is beyond her comprehension. How can I ever live up to that? She looks at me in a guilty way too, now, as if she’s committed some heinous crime by not getting me erect yet again. Her child-like reactions are almost comical. I’m thinking more and more that, ironically, this “slave” is going to be super high maintenance.

She filled the gap in conversation with a longing sigh. “Master, can I sleep with you here tonight? That way, whenever you get a hard-on in the middle of the night, I’ll be right here to help you with it.”

His mind reeled even more. He gently pulled her hand away. “Brenda, it’s late. Time to go. Frankly, that sounds exhausting. I need to get as much sleep as I can, because I have school tomorrow. God dammit! What a sucky thought that is. And don’t you have to go home, so you’ll be there in the morning for your son?”

She nodded sadly. “Yes, that’s true. Adrian might even still be up, worried and waiting for me. I’d better go now, after all.”

The mention of Adrian made Alan wonder how Brenda’s young son fit into the picture. I wonder what Adrian is like as a person. Does he know about the “new” Brenda, and if he does, what does he think of that? Ugh. I’m too tired to worry about that right now. I’ve gotta get to bed.

She also was reminded of Adrian, and that startled and practically terrified her. She was reminded of her permission to have sex with Adrian too, and she wondered if she should act on that. Totally devoting herself to Alan was very tempting, but she sensed, correctly, the Plummers didn’t want that out of concern that she would monopolize too much of Alan’s time. What would she do if forced to choose between her master and her son? The very thought was too scary for her to contemplate. She shuddered in fear.

Alan could sense what she must be worrying about, and said reassuringly, “Don’t worry, I think I know what’s bothering you. I’d never stand between you and your son. There’s nothing more important than a bond between parent and child.”

She let out a big sigh of relief that she didn’t even know she’d been holding in. “Oh, God! Thank you! I can already tell you’re going to be the best master ever!” She gave him a tight hug.

But despite her general relief, deep down there was a part of her that still worried. She knew that somehow, eventually, her loyalties to Alan and Adrian would eventually clash, but she felt like there was nothing she could do to stop that from happening. She just hoped the clash wouldn’t be too painful, especially for herself and Adrian. She had no doubt Alan would do fine in any case, with all his other loving women.

Brenda went across the hallway to take a quick shower. She couldn’t arrive home all sweaty and cummy.

Alan wanted to go to sleep right away, but he felt obliged to see her out. He told her to meet him downstairs when she was done. He put a robe on to discourage any possible hanky panky. Then he went downstairs to get himself a drink.

She came downstairs dressed in the same clothes she’d arrived in: black thigh-high boots, and matching black panties and a bra-like top that only covered the middle of her boobs. She walked to where he sat on a kitchen stool and struck a sexy pose. “There you are, Master. I really needed that shower. I feel MUCH better.”

He tried not to be affected by her clothes or her pose. He was so tired that he was having trouble keeping his eyes open, so nothing could affect him much at this point. He asked, “Is that all you came in with?”

“Of course not. I have a trenchcoat by the front door.” She stiffened, proudly. “My body is for your eyes only.”

Before she could say more, which he figured inevitably would be something arousing, he said, “While you were showering, something occurred to me. After we fucked, I noticed some milk on your chest. Am I right? Are you lactating?”

She explained, “No, I’m not lactating; that hasn’t happened since Adrian was a baby. But sometimes, at the height of particularly exquisite passion, little dribbles of milk squirt out of my breasts. It’s hardly ever happened to me because, frankly, I’ve hardly ever had really outstanding sex.”

He thought, Hmmm. Weird. In her case, “little dribbles” is actually quite a lot.

“I asked a doctor about it once, and he’d told me it was a perfectly normal, though rare, condition. It doesn’t mean that I’m any more or less likely than anyone else to lactate normally. Honestly, I don’t know much about it. Maybe it’s a side effect of having J-cup sized breasts?”

He shrugged, because he didn’t know either. However, he found it perfectly fitting that she’d leak from her breasts as well, since she seemed to be such a huge leaker generally. He recalled that she’d also squirted pussy juice on another occasion, and had a brief vision of her squirting from all three spots at once.

He asked, “Why does it taste sour?”

“That’s because it’s been in my breasts for a long time. It can’t stay fresh forever, you know.”

He nodded.

As he took her to the door, he began thinking about problems that might arise if she were to come over more often. He asked, “Brenda, what about your husband and this divorce thing? Do you think he might hire a private eye or something like that?”

“No, don’t worry.”

“Are you sure? And is there anything I should worry about from that direction?”

“No, nothing. The divorce should be finalized in a couple of weeks; those awful lawyers are just tangling over some fine print. He’s in Europe and wants to forget all about me and Adrian. He’s not Adrian’s natural father so he never really warmed to him. He hasn’t really lived at ‘home’ in ages. He’s got a whole other life and he’s happy to be done with me. Don’t worry. I’ll certainly never fuck him again, or any other man, unless my master commands it. My master can command me to do anything and I must obey.”

It was startling to hear her repeat those kinds of things when she was completely unaroused and fully coherent. The way she said it with such conviction was particularly unsettling. It hit him that all her “master” talk wasn’t just some kind of sexual fantasy, like the crazy things he liked to say to Heather. She apparently really meant it.

He helped her put on her trenchcoat and leave by the front door without following up on that. Instead, he just gave her some goodbye pleasantries and kisses.

He thought, I’ve had a really great but really crazy day. I don’t want to think any more, especially about this Brenda stuff, such as her apparently sincere use of the word ‘master.’ I’ll deal with it tomorrow. He went straight to bed.

But as he drifted off to sleep, he had one last stream of thoughts. I’ve gone from getting beaten up, to the strip poker party, which was probably the most epic evening of my life so far, to fucking my “slave” Brenda. Wow. All in one day. My eye still hurts a bit and must look terrible, but so the fuck what?

Now, I get to set my alarm clock so I can fuck Xania first thing in the morning. Whoa! Holy fuck! This truly is the life! Maybe I should just keep pumping up this reputation thing and deal the best I can with Brenda-styled craziness if it’ll get me consistently laid with the likes of these luscious babes. Wow. Of course that attitude also got me beat up at school.

Shit! Speaking of school, I do have school tomorrow. Fuck! That’s almost unbelievable. It feels like it should be a weekend, but tomorrow’s only going to be Thursday. If I’m going to fuck Xania, and do it right, I’m going to have to get up really early. I know: I’ll set my alarm for five-thirty, and surprise her by waking her up in the dark. That way, I can take my time and not have to worry. Then, hopefully, I’ll be able to go back to bed for a little while. Mom’ll probably let me sleep until the last minute, and then help me get to school just in time. She’s great.

He stirred enough to set his alarm. Then he turned the light off and closed his eyes again.

That takes care of that. I’m not really sure what to do with Brenda, though. Fucking her was great, but all this “master” and “slave” stuff is… worrying. Arousing, but worrying. And the whole situation with Adrian seems to have no easy answer. But let’s worry about that tomorrow. I’m beat!

When Alan awoke it was still dark. He hit his alarm clock to make it stop ringing, and looked at it. 5:30 in the morning?! What the fuck?! Why did I set the alarm so early?!

In a startling rush, it all came back to him. First, he remembered the incredible poker party, and especially the participation of Brenda and Xania. Then he remembered fucking Brenda just before going to bed. Finally, he remembered his plan to fuck Xania early in the morning, before he had to go to school. He chuckled to himself. Oh yeah. So THAT’S what I was thinking. Friggin’ awesome!

He was still sleepy, so he continued to lie in bed. But his heart started to race as he thought about Xania. Dang. All I can think about is her incredibly long tongue wrapped around my dick, lashing it like a whip. And her pussy! She’s a great fuck. If I really want to, I could be balls-deep in her within the next five minutes. Or I could go back to sleep and get the rest I so desperately need. Xania can wait until later, right? I’m totally sexed out as it is, aren’t I?

He could feel his penis engorging. Yeah, right! As if I’d miss out. Hot damn! She’s just too tempting! I’m totally gonna regret the lack of sleep when I’m sitting in class later, or doing my homework, but there’s no way in hell I can miss this chance.

He was still feeling groggy and listless. In addition to not getting much sleep, the poker party had been an endless pleasure, but also tiring. So he went to the bathroom across the hall and took a quick shower to fully revive himself. He put on a bathrobe, with nothing underneath.

Then he went to go wake Xania so he could fuck her. She was staying in the little-used guest bedroom just down the hall.

Alan knocked. Hearing no sound, he went in. The covers were pulled up almost to her neck, but he held his breath just from looking at her remarkable face. He could tell by the way her arms were positioned under the covers that she wasn’t tied up anymore. He kept the light off, but went to the edge of her bed and gently shook her awake. “Xania. Xania. Sorry to bother you…”

“But you’d like to fuck me?” Xania laughed good-naturedly as she opened her eyes. She pulled her covers down almost to her nipples, showing him that she had slept in the nude. “Don’t worry. I was already awake and trying to get back to sleep. I guess I was thinking the same thing as you. You know the old saying: the early bird gets it in every hole.”

He laughed as he turned on the light by her bed stand. “Actually, that’s not the way they taught it to us.”

She replied cheekily as she playfully stuck her tongue out a bit, “You were probably learning about the other kind of bird, then.” She sat up, fully exposing her bare breasts. She picked up her glasses from her bed stand and put them on.

Seeing her tongue reminded him again of how it had felt so unusually long in her blowjobs the night before. He’d been too shy to ask earlier with others around, but now he said, “Xania, I know this may seem like kind of a rude thing to ask, but can you stick your tongue out as far as it can go?”

She did so with a naughty smile. It was an Incredibly long tongue. She flicked it about to show how dexterous it was as well. She showed that she could actually touch the tip of her nose with it.

He gasped in surprise. “Holy fuck! That’s inhuman!” It reminded him of movies where a person turns out to be a demon or devil and exposes the fact that they have a lizard-like tongue. But he wasn’t horrified, just aroused. He already had some idea what her remarkable tongue could do, especially since he’d enjoyed Suzanne’s similarly lengthy tongue quite a lot.

Pulling it back in, she said, “Ask Suzanne about my nickname back in college sometime. Everybody called me ‘The Snake.'”

“I can see why! Jesus H. Christ! She mentioned your nickname to me already. Speaking of her, I think yours is even longer than hers, and I thought she had a long one.” He was honestly blown away.

Xania didn’t want to dwell on her tongue, especially given how long she’d been waiting for him to fuck her, but she couldn’t resist adding, “Yeah, she’s got a long one, but not quite as long as mine. Just wait until the two of us give you a double blowjob though!”

She licked around her mouth, showing off her tongue length and dexterity. She purred, “And you know we will.”

He appeared to get lost in thought with that idea. A dreamy expression suffused his face. That double blowjob idea sounded so great that he found himself actually contemplating sneaking into the Pestridge house in the middle of the night to wake Suzanne up so they could do that immediately.

Xania suddenly stopped her sexy licking, and prodded him, “Come on! Less talking and more fucking.” In the dim light, she patted the spot on the bed next to her.

He walked across the room to turn more lights on. “I want to clearly see every last inch of you.” Then he slid out of his robe and got in bed next to her. He simply cuddled up against her, for starters, and found her nude body welcoming and warm. It made him long for the day when he’d be able to sleep with his mother or sister every night, or even both of them together.

He felt her up all over. But not surprisingly given that he was a “tit man,” his hands focused on her 38G breasts. “Xania, before we start, I want to get to know who you are a little better.”

She chuckled. “You just want to get to know my boobs a little better!” She was lying there with her hands behind her head, giving him total access to her chest.

He grinned, and ran his fingers across her tummy and along her sensitive undersides. “Yeah, that too. But seriously, I mean, at first I thought you were a psychologist, but then you surprised the heck out of me by fucking me in the middle of my consulting session. Then last night you admirably played one role so well that I was sometimes believing that, but other times reminding me of what we did before. So what are you really like as a person?”

She said with an expressionless face, “I’ll give you the brief version while you tie me up again.”

“What? I thought you weren’t into that.” He pinched her stiff nipples.

She reached down and caressed his boner, since she knew she wouldn’t be able to do any more of that once he tied her up. “I’m not especially, though the things Katherine and Amy did to me have me changing my tune a bit. They’re so much fun to be with. But they said you had planned to fuck me that way, and they only agreed to finally release me if I promised to get tied up again when I woke up. I try to keep my promises.”

“Oh. Well then, fair enough.” He thought, Yeay, Sis and Aims! I owe you two for this one.

He let go of Xania’s breasts and looked around. She conveniently had the same rope used the night before on her bed stand, so he began tying her up with it. He was particularly curious about roping someone up after hearing Brenda explain her bondage and domination fetishes last night.

Meanwhile, Xania made up a false history about her past, since she didn’t want him to know the full truth, that she had no professional psychologist experience or training whatsoever. “Don’t think of me as a psychologist so much as a sex therapist. You know how crazy L.A. is – they even have drive-through pet cemeteries. I’m an unusual therapist. I counsel people on their love lives. Sometimes I do couples, sometimes individuals.”

He asked, “Excuse me, but could you put your hands behind your back?”

“Sure.” She did so, letting go of his erection in the process.

She continued, “But I’m very unorthodox, and very sexually active. If someone comes to me and they’re obviously very lonely, my best therapy may be to literally fuck ’em. I end up having sex with some of my patients, as you no doubt noticed firsthand on your initial visit. I hope that doesn’t shock you.” She was describing the job she wished she had instead of what she actually did.

He spoke while continuing to tie her up. “Xania, at this point nothing could possibly shock me. That explains why you encouraged incest, at least. I guess you’re often looking for the pro-sex solution.”

“Yes. I’m almost always looking for the pro-sex solution, as long as it doesn’t harm anyone. Sex is perfectly healthy and wonderful. Good sex creates strong emotional bonds, and fixes many problems. I have a very strong sex drive. I knew Suzanne in college, as you know, and we’re very much alike. People even say we look quite alike, especially from the neck down.” She teased, “Not that you’d know anything about that.”

She playfully nudged him with an elbow to emphasize that point, though it wasn’t easy with her newly limited movement, as Alan was already making progress tying her up.

He’d just managed to tie her hands together behind her back, but then he’d gotten distracted by running his hands over her shapely back and ass. Her nudge got him back to working on the rope to secure her arms from being able to move as well.

She continued, “Just like Suzanne, I absolutely love the Plummer family. I’d be delighted to advise you all on your problems, sexual and otherwise, any time you like. The only recompense, if you can even call it that, is that I’d like to be rewarded with the occasional fuck, just as I am about to be right now.

She smirked, and teased him, “Or at least I might, if you’ll ever finish fussing with those ropes and tie me up properly. You’d think that, being a Boy Scout, you’d be better at tying things up. Don’t you have a merit badge for tying knots, or something?” She smirked. “Or, knowing you, do you have the ‘Binding Up Busty Vixens’ merit badge?”

“I wish. I don’t remember that one in my ‘Scouting for Boys’ book,” he joked. “Sorry. Almost there.” He was so eager to fuck that he wasn’t concentrating well on the rope task. Despite his growing number of sexual experiences, he hardly felt jaded at all, and he still got quite excited at the prospect of what he was sure would be another great fuck. This was particularly true since he didn’t get to experience actual vaginal fucking all that often.

“You could probably go faster if you took your finger out of my pussy,” she noted with amusement. She was enjoying the fingering, but knew that she’d enjoy a good fucking much more.

“Oops. Sorry.” Indeed, with Xania lying on her back now and her legs spread, he hadn’t been able to resist the temptation of exploring her juicy pussy. But he brought both hands back to the task of tying her hands behind her back.

She continued, “Oh. And another thing. Everyone living in L.A. aspires to be in Hollywood, and I’m no different. I started getting some acting jobs due to my looks, and now I act here and there. Usually R-rated or even X-rated stuff, though generally tame stuff like you might see with original cable channel programming. It’s generally pretty sexual, because they’re afraid to put a full-bodied woman like myself into a normal film. I try to stay away from the honest-to-God porn though. Once you do full-on porn, you’re kind of marked, and it becomes very hard to get any non-porn work. You’re most likely to see me in something like a racy teen spring break movie. By the way, that’s one reason why I enjoyed last night so much, because it let me play another role. I honestly love to act.”

Here she was being honest, except for the implication of accidentally falling into part-time roles. This was really all she did: acting when she could, and partying during the big down times between jobs. She also was taking classes to become a dental assistant, but she wasn’t very dedicated about it. She figured she could be fairly straightforward with Alan. With Susan, she’d have to tread a bit more carefully and craft a less honest story, since Susan believed in Xania’s prudish persona.

He was impressed. “Wow, Xania. You live a really interesting life. I’m totally going to have to check out some of your films. And you’ve come to me like an angel from heaven, because I could really use someone to talk to right now.”

Her voice dripped with sex and innuendo. “You’re gonna have to wait on that one, because I see you’ve got me all tied up, and just like a coin-operated fortune teller, you’ve got to put something in to get me to talk. Except my slot needs something much bigger and thicker than a coin.”

He looked around and pretended cluelessness. “Hmmm. It’s probably one of those dollar-operated machines then. Where did I put my wallet? I think I put it around here somewhere.” He lifted up various objects on the nightstand by the bed, as if seriously looking for his wallet.

She chuckled, then complained, “Aaaaalan! Come on! That’s not funny when you consider you’ve had me waiting for a long, hard fuck for hours and hours. Come on! Let’s do it!” She couldn’t move her arms anymore, so she rolled back over and kicked with her feet like a petulant child until the covers came all the way off. Then she spread her legs as wide as she could so he’d clearly get the message of her urgency.

He looked at her in that pose, and thought, Wow! A knockout like Xania is downright eager to get fucked by ME, of all people! I know that’s old news, but I swear, the thrill never ends!

He hopped off the bed and pulled the covers the rest of the way to the floor. “I hope you don’t mind if we leave the light on and the covers down. You have such a beautiful body that it would be a shame to make love with it all hidden. I don’t like having sex in the dark.”

“No problem.” But she started whistling the song played in the Jeopardy TV game show used to indicate time was running out.

He climbed back into bed and lay on top of her. His cock was very hard and erect, and he had it all ready to go. But her pussy wasn’t very wet yet, which was an unusual problem for him. (All of the Plummer and Pestridge women got wet quite easily, so he hardly knew what a dry pussy was.)

He started rubbing his erection all over her pussy lips, just as he had done to good effect with Brenda the night before. Meanwhile, he asked, “So how does this tied-up thing work? What good is it to have your hands bound?”

She responded, “For one thing, it stopped me from slapping you silly for your little lost wallet routine. Other than that, I don’t know. I could do a lot with my hands if you’d let me. But Katherine and Amy put the rope to good use last night. Katherine especially liked to pretend that I was a prisoner, and they were sexually torturing me.” She smiled in remembrance. “That was a lot of fun. I think I got off on playing the role in the game more than anything. I do love to act, you know.”

He was trying to think how to make this fucking even better for Xania. “Well, I don’t want to just copy them. Plus I was doing some role-playing last night with Brenda, and I’ve had my fill of playing for a while. We’re big on role-playing around here, as you might have noticed. Let’s just do a straight fuck first and then see where we go from there.”

“Sounds good, but you’re all talk and no action.”

“Hey. I’m trying to get you ready here. By the way, maybe if you could complain just a little bit about how you’re tied up while we’re fucking, that’ll help arouse me even more.”

“No problem. I don’t even have to pretend because it’s honestly annoying me. Just as does a man who beats around the bush. Literally.” She looked down at his cock poking at her pussy lips, just below her bush. “I’m more than wet enough already. Are you waiting for a Brenda-like flood or something?” 𝚘𝚟𝚕.t

“Okay. Okay. Geez. I’m still learning about some things.” He was struck by the different reactions between Brenda and Xania in response to the same teasing of pussy lips. Xania has no problem saying just what she wants and pushes until she gets it. Like Aunt Suzy. Brenda, on the other hand, puts up with anything I do because she apparently thinks I’m her “master,” whatever that means. And then when she can’t take it anymore she abjectly begs me for it.

I like both styles. There seem to be a lot of submissives around here lately, so it’s good to be with a really strong-willed woman for a change.

While that was true, he was mostly used to fucking submissives, or dominants with submissive streaks like Heather, and he wasn’t quite sure how to handle someone as different as Xania. However, he was determined to learn.


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