6 Times a Day

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'Someone' Special [7 / 12] 6K words

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Alan's "office" turned out to be the backyard pool. He wanted to use her public exposure fetish to his advantage, and this seemed the best location for that, especially considering the others were still sleeping.

It was cold early in the morning, but it looked like it would turn into a nice, sunny day. He walked out with Xania, helping her bound and naked body along in case she lost her balance. He was wearing his white bathrobe, because he got a kick out of being covered up when she wasn't.

She griped, "Where are you taking me?! You're taking me outside!"

He joked, "I can't slip anything past you."

He walked ahead, then turned around to watch her walking towards him. Oh, man! I may appear cool and collected on the outside, but my heart is beating fast! Xania is a perfect ten, a super body centerfold, and she's bound with rope and I'm gonna fuck her! Again! Man! It doesn't get any better than this!

"Bad Alan" must be in charge, 'cos I'm totally getting off on getting her all embarrassed. Why the heck does she let me do this to her?! Last night, somehow it made sense. But standing outside here in the harsh light of the morning, it's like ten times as crazy to see a woman like her buck naked and bound. I guess this is the new normal for me. Oh man!

He shucked his robe up and jumped into the pool, while she sat at the pool edge and dangled her feet in the water. He wanted to get clean of all his sweat and cum. He had a plan forming in mind to humiliate her, but in a highly arousing way. Swimming would help, because his clean skin would contrast with the cummy mess on her.

She stood by the pool and watched him swim for a little while. Damn. He is a fairly handsome and strong guy. Nice, tight ass! His looks aren't why all these bombshells are gaga for him, but it certainly helps.

She was tempted to swim too, but she was afraid to try with her arms tied behind her back. She asked him as he swam, "Can't your neighbors see? What if they see me?"

He stopped and stood up in the water. He pointed to a house directly behind Xania. "You see that? That's the Pestridge house. I figure it's extremely likely that Amy's father, Mr. Pestridge, will get up soon and look out his window."

He pointed at the one window with a clear view to the pool. In fact, it was Amy's window, but he didn't want her to know that.

Xania turned her head in dismay. She immediately started to cover her breasts, only to rediscover that she couldn't move her hands at all.

He said, "That's what's so great about you being here. I couldn't do this with anyone else, obviously, but it's not a problem if I get caught with you. In fact, I'm rather looking forward to it. I think he suspects I'm gay. I'd like to prove him wrong in spectacular fashion. If only he knew the truth!"

She completely believed his lies. "But what about me?! He's going to see me! What is he going to think about me?!"

She looked down at his cum glistening on her huge breasts. Talk about embarrassing! Eric is going to look at me and think that I really am some kind of... fuck toy! Bound, naked, and cum on my face and chest?! How could it get any more incriminating than that?! Dammit!

Alan swam another lap to let his words sink in. Then he stopped and clung to the side of the pool in front of her, right between her legs dangling in the water. From there, he could look up and enjoy the sight of her cummy, naked body.

She repeated anxiously, "What about me?! What's he going to think?!"

He ran his hands over her muscular thighs. "I don't know. I'll be sure to ask him later and let you know. Maybe he'll compare notes with the neighbors over there and there." He pointed to two other houses that didn't have a clear window view to the Plummer pool at all.

But in Xania's excited state, she didn't realize that. She was breathless with fear.

He spoke matter-of-factly, "I imagine they'll all wonder why a teenage kid would have a grown-up, full-bodied, big-busted woman completely naked and tied up in his back yard. I imagine they'll think you're a massively horny slut, especially given the pearly shine on your tits and your face."

She asked, "Do you think they can see even that?!"

"Oh, sure." He brought a hand to her pussy mound and started teasing her clit. "The sun has come out, so they'll see the glistening sheen, like the sun dancing on the water. Plus, I know that Mr. Pestridge is a bird-watcher, so he must have high-powered binoculars. He'll probably be able to count the beads of cum shining on your engorged pussy lips."

With that mention, she tried to squeeze her legs shut, but couldn't, since Alan's body was in the way. In her anger and frustration she tried to painfully squeeze him with her powerful thighs.

But he'd anticipated that and he had his upper arms at his sides, absorbing some of her squeeze. Furthermore, his lower arms continued to reach out, allowing him to diddle her clit.

That distracted and weakened her. She was already struggling mightily not to cum. She was panting hard, causing her enormous globes to bounce up and down. (The way he had tied ropes above and below her boobs only enhanced the bouncing.)

She pleaded, "You have to help me!"

"Do I? When you're trying to crush me with your thighs?"

She immediately stopped her squeezing. "I'm sorry. Please! Please! Do something!"

He slid two fingers into her slit and started pumping, while continuing to work her clit with his other hand. "Oh, I'll do something. I'm a relentlessly horny teenage boy with a bound and totally naked sexy fox on my hands. And in my hands. I'm going to make you cum, and cum, and cum some more! You'll scream so loud that you'll wake up the whole neighborhood!"

"Oh no! No! Please, no!" She tried to wiggle her ass away from his probing fingers, but she was in such a flustered state that she found she couldn't move from her sitting position at all. In fact, her wiggling only made his fingering feel even better. She kept on doing it because she was that horny.

As he continued to play with her, he remembered how well his denial-of-orgasm method had worked on her last night. "By the way, I recommend you try hard not to cum. If you cum without permission, I'm going to have to spank you in front of all the neighbors."

This spanking threat was exactly what he'd told her last night, but he figured that if it worked well then, it would work well again.

She stopped the sexy wiggling of her hips and tried to squeeze his fingers hard, hoping to force them out of her cunt. "Don't! No! Please! I beg you!"

He ignored her pleading. He remembered something else that worked well on her from last night: fingering her G-spot. He probed deeper and found her G-spot again.

She gasped, and whispered, "Oh no! Dear God, NO!"

He continued to taunt her. "I want to put on a show for the neighbors and really blow their minds. If I see anyone looking out their windows, I'll have to turn you around and bend you over so I can fuck you in the ass. I think that'll be some interesting food for thought for the neighborhood gossip mill."

"No! You wouldn't!" Xania was surprised just how aroused this was making her. She'd played public exposure games many times before, but she'd never been in a position of extreme helplessness at the same time, unable to do anything if someone saw her. Furthermore, she didn't know Alan well enough to tell if he'd actually let her get exposed to total strangers or not.

In desperation to get out of her current predicament, she renewed her efforts to get up and away from Alan and his probing fingers.

Sensing that she was dangerously close to cumming, he decided to let her go. ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

She managed to swing her legs out of the water and then sit up on her knees. From there, she turned herself around to get a look at the window where she thought Eric would be. She was half convinced he was watching her already, probably with binoculars, but she wanted to know for sure.

She was so keen on getting a closer look at the window that she struggled to stand all the way up. She almost made it before she fell back onto the concrete with a resounding thud. She cursed, but even her helplessness and inability to get a good look made her more aroused.

Her attempt to stand up had backfired, because now she was on her knees with her face and tits pressed against the concrete. Her ass was high up in the air, as if she was ready to get ass fucked or fucked doggy-style.

Alan couldn't resist that temptation. He quickly pulled himself out of the pool. Then, knowing that she couldn't move at all from her current position, he went to where he'd dropped his terry cloth robe on the ground, picked it up, and used it as a towel to get dry.

She could just barely see him out of the corner of her eye. "What are you doing?!"

"What does it look like? I'm drying off."

"But you can't leave me like this!"

"Would you rather I leave you like that as I dry off, or finger your G-spot until you're delirious with the need to cum?"

She saw his point, and said, "Please. Take your time." Despite her predicament, she couldn't help but chuckle at that.

He thoroughly dried himself off to stall for time, knowing the longer she waited in that pose, the hotter she'd get. Then he dropped the robe and knelt behind her to see how she was doing.

Her pussy was absolutely soaked. He put a finger up her slit and wiggled it around.

She was eager to get fucked again, except for the fact that she was now scared shitless that fucking would make it more likely she'd be seen by the neighbors. She whispered, "What are you going to do with me?"

"I'm thinking I'll fuck you doggy-style until you cum. Then, since you didn't get permission to cum, I'll just keep you bent over like that for the thorough spanking that you so badly deserve. That'll wake up the neighbors, for sure, what with all the wailing and the screaming. Then I'll probably fuck you some more. And that's just for starters."

She thought, Oh SHIT! I'm in for a very long morning. He's going to totally wreck me, just like he had Brenda passed out and drooling last night, before the poker game even ended. FUCK! Fuck, fuck, fuck! To make matters worse, I need it! I need him to fuck me, so bad! I don't even care who sees and hears! Well, I do, but what can I do about it?! Oh God! Total humiliation!

She whispered, "Please! Fuck me!" She wiggled her ass temptingly, even though he had two fingers deep in her cunt.

He asked, "Excuse me?"

She spoke a little louder. "You heard me. Please, fuck me! But I've gotta warn you... I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum really hard!"

He responded, "Hmmm. We could do that. Or... We could wait a while, and talk about sex some first. Yes, that sounds better. Let's talk." He pulled his finger out of her hot and trembling vagina before she got the idea to cum while he was still in there.

"Excuse me?! What did you say?!"

"You heard me. We have plenty of time. I don't have to be at school until eight. Let's talk for a while first." He helped her sit up.

Xania was grateful that she could at least sit up and look him in the face, even though that didn't relieve her feeling of total helplessness very much. But she was incredibly chagrined by his suggestion. She rolled her eyes in disbelief. "You give me this incredible fuck itch, and now all you want to do is talk?! Do you do this to all your women?"

"I try. It's not easy, but I like to see them in a state of constant arousal." That was true. He'd been frustrated upstairs when he wanted to fuck her and she wasn't even wet yet. This was much more how he liked things to be, with his woman flying high on lust and constantly right on the edge of a big orgasm. Now, his challenge was to keep her and himself at a highly lusty level for a long time.

He sat on his ass facing her, with his stiff cock poking in her direction. "Now, let's talk."

She considered her options. Although my burning hot cunt is craving a hard fucking, I certainly don't want to get spanked, especially with all the neighbors watching! If we talk, whatever we talk about, it'll give me a chance to calm down some. Then, at least when he fucks me I won't start already going out of my mind with the need to cum!, screaming my head off and alerting all the neighbors! I need to play for time!

She nodded, and tried to catch her breath.

He lowered his voice momentarily. "Mr. Pestridge is out of range, but you'd best keep your voice down because he might be upset to hear how I've been fucking his wife and daughter right under his nose."

She snorted, "He 'might?!'"

"Okay, he would be. That's one of the things I want to talk to you about. The security issue." What he told her only heightened her sense of danger, which in turn heightened her arousal.

He went on in his usual voice, "But we can get to that later. The first thing I want to talk about is the weirdness issue. My life is seriously surreal. I mean, look at me and you talking in these conditions as a case in point. Actually, maybe I'll just tell you everything and you can sort out all the issues and tell me what's important."

He swept a finger through a large cum gob that was in danger of falling off her left breast, then he brought it up to a couple of inches in front of her face. "Here, let me help you clean your chest."

She found herself leaning forward and sucking his finger clean. As she swallowed the cum, she thought, God damned humiliating! I really shouldn't be encouraging him like this, but his cum is just too fucking yummy. Dammit! I guess all that submissiveness talk last night wasn't just talk. He can be downright... well... dominating!

He swiped up another cum gob dangling dangerously at the tip of her nose. "Eat up."

"Grrr!" But she ate it up with obvious eagerness. Fuck! I hate being too turned on to even control myself. Not to mention being all bound up like this. And now I'm supposed to calm down when he's feeding me his cum?! Right!

While he continued to "clean" her off by feeding her his cum, he gave her a history of what was going on in his life. He focused on explaining his relationships with Heather, Glory, Brenda, and Susan, as they were the ones that were causing him the most trouble. He talked for almost an hour.

He was reluctant to reveal the secret of his intimate relationship with Glory to Xania. But since he believed Xania was a real professional therapist, he assumed he could safely discuss anything with her and expect doctor-patient confidentiality, especially since Amy, Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne all knew about it by this point. Besides, since Xania lived in L.A., he figured the odds of Xania ever meeting Glory or other people who knew Glory were extremely low.

Still, he warned her to be especially careful not to mention anything about Glory to anyone else, not even the other people at the poker party.

Naturally, Xania agreed.

She asked the occasional question, but kept her conclusions to herself for the moment. She struggled mightily to control her arousal and concentrate on what he was saying so that she could offer good advice.

Meanwhile, she frequently twisted around and looked up to Amy's window, as if expecting Eric Pestridge to look down from it at any moment.

Alan was amazed at how much mileage he was getting out of merely keeping up the idea that strangers might be watching her. It kept her constantly aroused. He occasionally checked her to see if she still had a healthy flow of pussy juice going. When she didn't, he'd frig her some more, and especially stimulate her G-spot. He constantly kept her close to a climax, but not so much that she couldn't stay with the conversation.

He'd figured out that his usual domineering sexual talk was likely to turn her off, at least most of the time. He sensed that she was different from most of his other lovers in that she really resented being lorded over by a man. However, those kinds of ideas still aroused him, and while he talked he would find himself looking at her tied up by the side of the pool and part of his brain would daydream.

He thought, What if Mom's big-titted woman theory is really true? I really SHOULD keep Xania tied up for a week or more, until she's completely broken in and tamed! I want her just like Brenda: another eager fuck slave to add to my harem!

He told himself, Yes, Alan, you have a harem. There's no denying it now, not with Brenda in the picture. She's a fuckin' wannabe sex slave! She really is. She even gets off on "master" and "slave" talk. You need a big harem! It would be such fun to take a strong, intelligent, professional woman like Xania and reduce her to a tied up toy for the whole family. We could keep a big vibrator in her for days and days, and she would have no way of taking it out!

He had fantasies like these from time to time while talking to Xania, but then he'd have to snap back to the conversation. Occasionally, he would remind himself that such thoughts were wrong and cruel, and slave talk especially was going too far. He'd chastise himself for letting his "Bad Alan" side grow too strong. Then he'd get lost in Xania's beauty as he talked to her, and the sight of her tied up would bring on more naughty thoughts and another similar fantasy. Then he'd recall his moral scruples again. Then the process would repeat.

Luckily, he was getting better at talking and sexual play at the same time, or he wouldn't have been able to make the serious points he wanted to make.

Finally he talked himself out, and waited for her conclusions.

She asked, "Are you going to untie me? If you want to hear what I have to say, you have to untie me first. If you're not going to get me off, then let me have my hands back so I can finish it!"

"What about getting spanked for cumming without permission?"

She started to say, "If I have my hands free, then I'm not about to let you..." She trailed off, realizing she was revealing too much.

He figured it out. "If you have your hands free, then you're not going to let me spank you. At least, that's what you think. I guess I'll just have to keep you tied up all day then."

"GRRR! Dammit!" She wiggled and struggled against her bonds, but that didn't do anything except give him a sexy and jiggly sight to enjoy. She knew that and stopped, but the resulting humiliating helplessness made her want to cum even more than before.

He was in a particularly devilish mood. "Hmmm. If you're not going to talk, I guess I won't have anything else to do but turn you over and fuck you in the ass. The way you'll be screaming, I imagine that'll draw all kinds of neighbors to their windows. Folks around here, they really love their camcorders. Maybe I'll be able to ask for a copy of some of the videos they make of you, or better yet, I'll probably just be able to watch it on the web."

"You wouldn't dare!" she whispered fearfully as she tried in vain to free herself from her bindings.

She writhed around so much that she finally fell backwards to the ground in frustration.

As she lay there, feeling as trapped as an overturned bug, she thought, Fuck! I'm not Alan's fuck toy, or anyone else's, for that matter. And I never will be, dammit! But if I were, I know it would feel fucking EXACTLY like this! No wonder Brenda is always leaking and cumming so much!

But despite all her frustration and even anger sometimes, she loved the way that he was keeping her horny, wet, and on edge with the fear of getting caught, even while keeping up a serious conversation. It was true that she normally resented being dominated by a man, but everything was so relentlessly arousing that she couldn't help but respond in a big way. The way he got her to eat his cum from his fingers was particularly humiliating and arousing. She knew there was still plenty of cum on her chest, and the thought of others noticing that got her going too. And then the fact that they were outside was a constant buzz. And then there was the bondage.

There were just too many crazy things going on at once for her not to be powerfully affected. She almost didn't want to take the ropes off, as long as he kept her this worked up all the time. She was impressed at how he'd managed to make the ropes thrilling when getting tied up had never done anything for her before.

He was smart and perceptive, and he was learning how to please women better. He could quickly gauge what got a good reaction and what didn't, then adjust his approach accordingly. He'd discovered that bondage didn't do much for Xania in and of itself, but it could be used as a tool to force her into more exciting public exposure situations.

Xania was a very physically fit woman, so she managed to sit back up (after yet more sexy struggling). She just glared at him like she was trying to burn a hole through him with her anger.

He asked, "So, are you going to tell me what you think?"

She knew that she would, but she quietly cursed, "Fuck you!"

He just whistled the Jeopardy song, throwing that reference back in her face by reminding her of when she'd used it on him. He knew she'd have to give in quickly.

Her shoulders slumped in defeat. "All right. But you really are a bastard, you know that? I'll talk, but only on the condition that you fuck me again once I'm done. You've got me so horribly horny that it would be cruel to leave me like this."

"Hmmm. Leave you like this? Hmmm..." He smirked and rubbed his chin. "An intriguing idea. I'll have to consider that." He smiled a mischievous smile and crooked a pinky to his lips, but refused to overtly agree to her condition.

"God, you're so evil! Won't you get me off, please? I promise I'll give you all kinds of good advice, afterwards. Besides, how do you expect me to think when you've got me so horny? It's amazing I was able to pay attention to your words at all."

"Hmmm. Good point. Okay, I'll temporarily lift the spanking rule so you can have an orgasm."

"UGH! Finally!"

He got between her legs again, and licked at her clit and the wet folds of her pussy lips for many minutes.

She thought for sure that she'd climax now simply by letting go, but she couldn't quite do it. She'd cooled down a bit too much while he'd been talking.

What she didn't realize was that he was intentionally preventing her from doing so. Whenever he sensed she was getting close to the edge, he'd do something less arousing, like licking the rivulets on her inner thighs instead of lapping directly on her clitoris or labia.

She complained about some of his moves, loudly, but since her hands were bound she had to put up with whatever he wanted to do.

At first, she thought he was just really bad at cunnilingus, and she cursed him for it, but eventually she caught on to how he always frustrated her right when she was tantalizingly close to a tremendous release. She cursed him for that too, but to no avail.

She got so extremely frustrated that she finally resorted to squeezing his head tightly between her muscular thighs. "Dammit! You know what I want! Stop playing around and make me cum! Then I'll release you!"

He responded, "You'd better be careful, given that you can't use your hands." With his head still painfully trapped between her thighs, he suddenly reached up and tickled her sides, over her rib cage. He'd noticed that she was unusually ticklish.

She laughed hard and tried to wiggle away, without any success. But in doing so, she'd relaxed her grip on his head, allowing him to get free.

He sat back and grinned impishly. "Told ya!" He quickly repositioned so he was sitting on her chest, right below her huge rack. He did that just to make sure she didn't kick at him.

She groaned in defeat. "Fuuuuuuck! Will this nightmare never end?"

He shrugged. "Probably not. But come on. You know you're loving it." He realized his boner was actually resting between her boobs, in perfect position for a titfuck. He lifted her tits up and together, giving his pole a tight squeeze.

She groaned even louder. "DAMN you!" Seeing that he wasn't going to let her off the hook, she admitted, "Fine, you fuckhead! I am enjoying it, but only because my body betrays me. Can't we at least go inside?"

He continued to give himself a titfuck with her great orbs. "What, and wake up Mom and Sis? That wouldn't be nice. Although, now that I think about it, they must be up by now. And Mom certainly figured out I'm not in my room, and you're not in yours, and then traced the noises to here. I wonder what window they're looking at us from?"

Xania quickly jerked her head towards the Plummer house. Her heart was thumping madly as she started to check the windows for peering faces.

But Alan didn't want her to do that, since in fact he couldn't see either Susan or Katherine. So he grasped Xania's chin to steady her head, and then sat higher up on her pillowy breasts and quickly thrust his cockhead into her mouth. He knew that would prevent her from looking towards the house, and the oral joy was a very nice bonus.

He waved and smiled in the direction of his house. He yelled, "Hi, Mom! Hi, Sis!"

Xania was scandalized and horrified. But thinking that she was being watched for sure made her very, very horny. With Alan's cock filling her mouth, she began sucking him like her life depended on it.

She whimpered, Dammit! I knew it would come to this! I fucking LOVE his cock! I love it! So long and fat and delicious! Oh shit, I'm starting to sound like Susan, but it's true! And Susan's watching! She's watching! And Katherine too! They must think I'm a total, unabashed, cock-loving SLUT! Worse than Brenda! At least Brenda doesn't let herself get bound and face fucked in the great outdoors!

Xania effectively turned her mind off and totally devoted herself to sucking cock, operating entirely by instinct. She'd given enough blowjobs over the years that she didn't need to think much about it if she didn't want to, and she was able to experience things as if all her senses were heightened to a nearly superhuman level. She was nearly delirious, just from tightly sliding her lips back and forth and letting her long tongue run wild.

Alan hadn't planned this titfuck at all, and the problem with it was he didn't want her pussy to "cool down" too much. So he managed to reach back and diddle her clit. It wasn't much since he was exceedingly distracted, but it helped keep her close to the edge without going over.

The only remaining problem for him was that her unthinking, instinctual blowjob style was far, far too effective. He realized that he'd blow his load if he let her keep it up for long. So, after just a couple of minutes of pure bliss, he hopped off her chest and repositioned himself between her legs.

He warned her, "I'm going to lick you some more. But I warn you, if you try to crush my head like that again, I'm going to stop and leave you high and dry."

She panted, "I'll be good!"

He grunted in acknowledgment, and then said, "Oh, and I'm withdrawing your permission to cum, as punishment." Then he resumed licking.

She screamed out in agony, "Fuuuuuuck!" Then she remembered screaming could draw the attention of neighbors, and forced herself to stop screaming. But her entire body trembled with lusty need. She clenched her teeth and shut her eyes tight, and tried to "endure" what he was doing without cumming.

The blowjob, plus his idle fingering, actually had her even hotter than when he'd stopped licking her. To make matters "worse" for her, he was licking her with renewed enthusiasm and effectiveness.

He kept it up for the next few minutes. Despite her frustration and humiliation, or maybe in large part because of those things, he was working her up to a fever pitch that she'd rarely experienced before. Because she normally didn't put up with this kind of thing, she'd never really explored the pleasures of purposefully delayed orgasms. Even though she hadn't climaxed yet, her entire body was buzzing and tingling with erotic joy.

At times, she'd find herself squeezing her thighs against the sides of his head. She didn't mean to, not after his warning, but it seemed like she was losing control over her body. He would growl as he licked, and that would cause her to ease up for a while.

As he continued licking, he thought, I like this 'almost but not quite getting a woman off' thing, especially with the spanking threat added. This is fun! It's making cunnilingus a lot more enjoyable for me. I need to explore this later. Will women enjoy it more that way, or will they want to kill me? I'll have to ask Aunt Suzy later, because it would ruin it to ask Xania now. I have to look like I know what I'm doing.

"Alan, fucking make me cum! I'm dying here! Please! PLEASE!" She stopped speaking because all of a sudden she felt that glorious feeling of orgasmic release. Alan had been toying too close to her edge and had accidentally pushed her over. She knew she didn't have permission, and the threat of a public spanking loomed, but she'd passed the point of no return, and she was too far gone into sexual ecstasy to care about the consequences at the moment.

She cried out very loudly. "AAAAAIIIIEEEE! YEESSSSSSS! OH! AH! YOU MOTHERFUCKER, YOU! SO GOOD! SO GOOD! JESUS! I'M DYING! AH! DYING! IT'S JUST... AAAAAAEEEE! TOO MUCH!"

All the while that she was yelling her lungs out, she was painfully aware of the fact that she was outside and probably waking up all the neighbors. But her pleasure was so intense that she simply couldn't help herself or even lower the volume. She screamed and cried like a woman possessed.

Eventually, she collapsed like she'd been shot and had died on the spot. She actually fell asleep briefly, but she did so with a big smile on her face.

Alan was very pleased at the result of all his licking. Yes! I got her to pass out! Sweetness! That was my goal, and I did it. I even managed to do it with cunnilingus instead of fucking, which is an unexpected bonus. Now, we can have even MORE fun, with an all-out fuck-fest!

But he let Xania rest for a bit first, and he rested too.