6 Times a Day

‘Someone’ Special [ 6 / 12 ]

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Alan pushed his erection in, to both his and Xania’s great relief. God, that feels great! he thought. Nothing like the snug fit of my cock sheathed in pussy. I could do this all day long. Seriously! If only my body would let me. God dammit, this feels good!

He thought he’d take a moment to adjust, now that he was all the way in her. He reached forward to her pillowy tits and held them from below. Being a big tit man as he was, getting to fondle her enormous globes while fucking her cunt was truly heavenly.

However, he didn’t get a chance to relax. Xania was proud of her fucking skills. Like Suzanne, she had excellent control of her vaginal muscles. (In fact, they had learned many pussy control techniques together back in college.) With his erection still and fully impaled inside her, she surprised him by starting to squeeze his shaft in exquisitely arousing ways.

He was very impressed, but he didn’t want to show it. He was trying to impress her with his fucking skills, not vice versa, and he didn’t want to get too aroused before he even started thrusting. So he began slowly pushing in and out, forcing her to stop her special squeezing moves.

He sawed away at a slow yet steady pace. He knew that neither of them were deliriously aroused, like they both had been for most of last night, and he wanted to get them to that point before he went all out.

He continued to fondle her breasts and especially her nipples. He could see that was having an effect in getting her even more hot and bothered.

Meanwhile, he contemplated the fact that her arms and hands were completely tied up. He said, “Hmmm. You know, I could do just about anything I wanted to you with you like this, couldn’t I? For instance, when I fuck, I like to tickle.”

“You do not!” She was worried at the sound of that.

“I do. Call it a weird fetish. Normally it doesn’t matter because my partners can defend themselves, but with you all tied up, you might not be able to do anything about… THIS!” Even as he continued with his slow strokes, he moved his hands from her breasts to her underarms and tickled both of them at once, just for kicks.

Xania was very ticklish, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “Hey! Cut that out!” Despite his erection in her, she shook her body in the most delightful ways as she tried to fend him off without using her arms or hands.

She may not have been particularly aroused by bondage, but the rope inspired Alan and turned him into a better lover than he already was. Plus, the way her vagina clutched and pulsed around him whenever she tried to get away inspired him even more.

He reached back and tickled beneath her kneecap on one leg. He was disappointed that her feet were out of range. “Or? Cut that out or what? I don’t know if you’re in a position to negotiate when you’re all tied up and in the middle of getting fucked.”

He again went after her underarms. He was pleased to see her smile and laugh, as he was used to the stern, serious expression she used in her therapist role. Her whole body wriggled and writhed even more as she tried to escape from the tickling, but she couldn’t get away at all, especially since his stiffness was deep inside her. But all of her writhing and clenching only made the fucking that much better for both of them.

“Hey!” She yelled again. “Stop that now! This time I’m serious.”

“Yeah. You look really serious,” he mocked.

She tried to keep her face stern, but she only succeeded for a couple of seconds before she broke back into laughter. His tickling was as relentless as his fucking. He had to stop thrusting sometimes to do the tickling, but he continued to penetrate her deeply with long, slow strokes whenever she was still recovering from another tickle attack. Her vaginal muscles continued to involuntarily suck and milk his embedded cock while her body jerked around and/or she laughed uncontrollably.

She growled menacingly even as she giggled, “You can’t keep me tied up forever, you know. And then when my hands are free, you’re gonna get it!”

“Oh yeah? Who says we can’t keep you tied up forever? I was talking to Mom and Aunt Suzy, and they agreed that we should keep you like this for a week… at least!” He grinned impishly. “They agreed that you’re not properly broken in yet. The plan is to keep your holes stuffed at all times with vibrators or strap-ons or penises until you break. We did the same to Brenda and look at her now. She calls herself ‘Slave.'”

Xania thought he was putting her on, but she couldn’t be completely sure. She didn’t really know him well, and she could believe anything about Brenda from the way Brenda had behaved the night before. Plus, things at the Plummer house were completely crazy. Suddenly she was filled with fear at the prospect of really being tied up and fucked by all comers until she was completely broken and turned into a mindless sex slave. “That’s not funny! Untie me this instant!”

“A-ha! Now we’re seeing the power of the ropes, eh?” He thrust powerfully into her several times, and ground his hips, leaving her panting and breathless. “What’ll you do if I do… this?” He tickled her in the ribs and then again under the arms.

She tried to flip over to escape the tickling, but to no avail, as her vagina and his cock were still joined, with her legs wrapped around him.

“Or this?” He reached down between her legs and fingered at the entrance to her anus.

She let out a loud shriek as she fought off a sudden urge to cum. 𝘦𝘯.𝘰𝘳𝘨

His erection stroked in and out as often as he could manage, given all the other activity going on. He was pleased that she was starting to get really hot and horny, but he wanted to work her up much, much more. He thought back to how he’d fucked Brenda until she’d actually passed out, and he wanted to have the same effect on Xania, so she would be truly hooked on him.

Xania was confused. She was slightly scared, but also mirthful from all the tickling, and very aroused from the fucking. Mostly, she simply had no idea what he would do next. She fully felt the sensation of helplessness in being tied up now, and discovered that it aroused her even as it upset her.

He continued to fuck her and continued to surprise her. He would start and stop fucking for no reason, switch to an all-out tickle attack that left her feeling particularly helpless, or just do nothing but talk and diddle her defenseless, exposed clit. She occasionally got revenge by surprise kissing him with her amazing tongue.

He frequently changed positions, testing what she liked best. He even propped her up so she could ride him cowgirl-style.

She growled angrily, “I heard a lot of talk last night about ‘sex pets’ and ‘fuck toys.’ That’s what you think I am, don’t you? Some kind of ‘fuck toy!’ You’re treating me like a human blow-up doll! Well, I’ll show you, you insolent bastard! I’m going to fuck that smug smile right off your face!”

Despite not being able to use her hands, she managed to lift herself up until his cock was nearly out of her, and then she slammed back down. She started doing this repeatedly.

Needless to say, he loved getting “punished” by this.

He held her hips to help her balance. He even helped her churn her hips around on him. All of this physical activity seemed to directly contradict her complaint that she wasn’t a “fuck toy,” but neither of them cared much about logic at the moment.

He tried talking to her about how helpless she was, and other submissive themes that worked well with some of his other lovers. He discovered that she got off on that, but only to a certain degree. If he carried on with “fuck toy” style talk, she seemed to be legitimately annoyed, and not just pretending.

The problem was, he didn’t know her well enough to know just where to draw the line. In fact, he suspected correctly that what aroused her one moment might annoy her at some other time, depending on how horny she was. He felt like he was stepping in a minefield, and that wasn’t helping working her up to a fever pitch.

However, he noticed that whenever he mentioned fucking her in public, that got a better response. He also thought back to last night and remembered that whenever she was forced to do embarrassing sexual things in front of the others, it always got a particularly big reaction from her. He started to focus on exposure fantasies whenever he talked, especially during his strategic breaks when he could talk better.

Even though he was only starting to get to know her, he was quickly learning how to push her buttons.

Eventually, he got worked up to such a degree that he stopped talking altogether, and just concentrated on fucking. All of the stopping and starting had prevented her from cumming, but he knew that she was heading to a big one as well. Although there were times when he staved off his climax for an extremely long time, he felt he didn’t have to do that this time, since he was confident that he’d be able to get hard again soon. He kept on driving and drilling, taking them both to an inevitable, and hopefully mutual, climax.

Xania in return did her best to thrust back. Their bodies moved in great synchrony, just like a pistoning machine.

But right when he was on the cusp of blowing his loud, she suddenly yelled, “Condom! Do you have a condom?”

He realized that he’d completely forgotten all about the contraception issue, yet again. In the heat of the moment, he couldn’t remember what they’d done about this the first time he’d fucked her. “You’re on the pill, right?” he shouted back.

She gasped, “Yes, but… more protection… better!”

There was no way he could stop to get a condom at this point. So he pulled out and came all over her chest instead. It felt great to paint her ample tits with his seed, and he made sure to let at least one rope leave a streak across her face.

It was a disappointment for them both that he had to pull out right then. He tried to make up for it by thrusting four bunched-up fingers into her cunt and frantically ramming them in and out just as if he was still pounding his cock into her.

She’d started to let go anyway, but his finger work definitely took her orgasm to a much higher peak. She would have screamed out in wild abandon, but she remembered the early morning hour and the fact that others were sleeping nearby. She closed her mouth and clenched her teeth tightly, which helped muffle the worst of her frantic yelling.

When he was done, he stopped to bask in what he’d accomplished. He truly loved making a woman cum hard, and he felt he’d succeeded in giving Xania a great orgasm. True, she hadn’t passed out like Brenda, but he knew that was a very rare thing indeed. Besides, he felt revived after sleeping most of the night, and he was far from done.

As he panted hard and looked down on Xania’s bound body, he admired the handiwork of his cum spray. There was some cum on her tummy, but he’d sat up in bed even as he’d been fingering her, and he’d managed to deposit most of his cum on her tits and face.

He thought, Maybe it’s immature, but I just love painting my women with cum! There’s nothing like that donut glaze on tired, heaving, big tits. And she has the face of a movie star. Hell, she is a movie star, kind of. What it is about seeing beautiful and delicate female facial features all covered in streaks of cum? I don’t know, but it sure as hell gets my motor running! And painting a tied-up hottie is all the better. I feel like the king of the world!

It was getting light outside by this time, so he turned off the nightstand light, and asked, “That was a good fuck, don’t you think?”

She answered, “Okay, I’ll admit that was fun. A hell of a way to wake up!” She narrowed her gaze menacingly. “But I’m still going to get back at you. I’m angry.”

“And you look super sexy when you’re angry. My tall, buxom, angry, porn star fuck toy.” He lightly slapped her cummy left breast, just to watch it jiggle like an upset bowl of Jell-O.

“Grrr! I told you I’m not one of your fuck toys. And I told you I’m not a porn star. Call me a B-movie actress, if you will.”

“Porn stars are so cute when they get angry.” He lightly slapped her other tit.

“GRRR! Stop slapping my tits already!”

He laughed good-naturedly. “I’m just yanking your chain. You know that, right? I don’t really believe all this fuck toy nonsense.”

“You don’t?!”

He said, “No, of course not. It works great as sexy talk, but that’s all it is.”

She warned, “Well, Brenda seems to take it very seriously. So does your mother.”

He asked, “What about Katherine?”

“I know she’s the one who came up with the term, but I suspect it’s more like a game for her.”

“Hmmm. If any of them are taking it seriously, that is kind of a problem. But now I really need to talk. I want to unload, and for once that unloading doesn’t involve any cum. Let’s go chat in my office. You can still walk, can’t you?”

She groaned. “Aren’t you going to untie me now?”

“Nope!” He grinned mischievously. “Remember what I said about keeping you tied up for a week? Besides, I figure that once I untie you, you’re likely to slap or tickle me.”

He’d guessed that second part correctly. She stood up with his help, and then kicked him in the shins. She was irritated by her continuing helplessness, but also looked forward to more sexy fun with him.

“At least you’ll let me clean up my chest and face, right?”

“Not after you kicked me.”

“Grrr!”