6 Times a Day

He resolved to quit talking so much and really fuck her in earnest. He was having so much fun with the talk that he was forgetting the even greater fun of fucking. He said, "Get down on all fours like the doggy bitch you are."

"Yes!" She quickly moved into the humiliating pose. She clamped her anus down hard on his stiff rod to make sure he couldn't pull out while they shifted positions. He had no choice but to kneel down behind her.

He was once again amazed at the raw strength of her ass muscles. His PC muscle squeezing was getting frantic as he fought against the rising urge to cum.

He waited until she was relaxed enough for him to start fucking her again. But once she was ready, he decided to wait a little longer for a strategic break.

"Hurry up already!" she panted, moving her hips in circles like her ass was a butter churn, relentlessly grinding his boner.

That wasn't helping him get his second wind at all. To stall for more time, he said, "So, you admit that I have total say over what you wear or don't wear?" novelenglish.net . Fɪre.net

"Yes!"

"If I told you to show up in school tomorrow wearing nothing but my cum, would you do it?"

"Yes!"

"Do I have the right to spank you at any time, for any reason, or no reason at all?"

"Yes!"

"You agree that your body belongs to me and you'll only fuck who I let you fuck?"

"YES!" Oh Please! Fuck me some more! Fuck my ASS!

He had gotten his wind back so he could breathe easier, but he still hadn't had a proper strategic break for his cock yet. Still, the conversation, plus her continued hip churning was more than he could take, and he was unable to hold still any longer. He really started pounding into her.

But he couldn't help but continue talking too, as new thoughts kept coming to him.

He thought back to her comment about already hating to wear skirts, and said, "Don't worry, you'll still love skirts. Maybe I'll let you wear miniskirts sometimes too. Imagine sitting in the cafeteria at your usual table, holding court while wearing nothing but a miniskirt. You'd have nothing on underneath! Then imagine me sitting next to you and flipping up what little skirt you've got and playing with your pussy for all your friends to see. Imagine the looks on their faces when I pull your shirt up around your shoulders so I can play with your tits too. You think you'd like that?"

"YES! GOD, YES!"

"Phew. Hold on, I really need to take a break here. I'm getting too excited."

"Okay, but hurry! Pleeeassse! I need your cock NOW!" She would have said more, except that she was even more winded than he was.

He closed his eyes and tried some deep breathing exercises. He wasn't breathing hard since her hips were doing nearly all the work, but still, he was on a razor's edge. He slowly counted up to ten several times until he felt the orgasmic crisis pass.

Amazingly, his need for a strategic break only increased her desire for him. She wanted him to resume thrusting so badly that she had to fight not to scream out loud in frustration.

Opening his eyes, but still not thrusting, he continued, "On Fridays we'll have a different regimen. We can build on the painted on panties tradition that your cheerleader squad has been happily developing so that when you get felt up on Fridays everyone will be able to put their fingers straight up your drooling cunt and explore your naked butt without obstruction."

She was huffing and puffing like never before, aroused out of her mind.

He went on, "I imagine that once the Friday tradition gets fully developed and everyone knows that your privates are open to the public, you won't have to wear a skirt at all. Can you just imagine that, being the only girl in school to walk around with nothing below the waist but painted on black panties? Hell, maybe we should go all the way and just paint on your cheerleader top too, so the school can officially make Fridays 'Grope Naked Heather Day.' That'll raise the team spirit!"

"AH! OH! UGGH!" She knew on some rational level that his ideas were getting increasingly outlandish and some were simply impossible, but she was so far gone with her lust that she didn't really know what was fantasy and what was practical at this point, and she didn't really care. She felt another small climax shudder through her. She felt as if Alan didn't even have to thrust into her; just his words and the delicious feeling of anal fullness was enough to push her over the edge at any given moment. Her own hip gyrations were just the icing on the cake.

"Do you like the idea of many strange people groping your ass?"

"Yes! Love it!"

"But who are you doing it for?"

"You!"

"Who owns your ass?"

"YOU! Only you! My bitch tamer! My ass trainer! My ass master! I'm your anal slave! I'm your slut! I'm your cum dump! Show me how you own my ass right now! Please! Do it, do it, do it! Finish me off! Hard! HARDER! Hurry!"

He teased, "What do you want me to do, again?"

"You know, dammit! Ram me hard! Tame me! Tame my ass! Defeat me! I want to lose! I want your big fucking cock to conquer me completely! Motherfuckin' OWN my ass with your unstoppable COCK!"

Her thoughts briefly flashed back to the fantasies of dominating him she'd been having while waiting for him earlier, and how she'd been having those kinds of fantasies about him in general lately. The irony was not lost on her even in her current delirious state. Fuck! This is not good. When am I gonna get the best of him? But it's all too arousing! I'm totally helpless and hopeless. He's playing me like a violin and I fucking LOVE IT!

He really liked her answer. He decided to finally give her the anal filling she so desperately needed, so he completely shut up and focused entirely on slam fucking her.

She loved that, and fucked back as best she could.

But for him to simply unload into her ass wasn't enough. He wanted to show her his control over his dick and the sheer stamina he could conjure. He reached forward and grabbed her boobs, in part to stimulate and enjoy for his own pleasure, but more importantly to serve as steady handholds. Then, like a canine going at it doggy style with complete animal abandon, his hips and ass nearly became a blur as he fucked and fucked her ass as hard and fast as he could. It was as if he'd had a blender on the lowest setting, and then suddenly hit "puree."

She could hardly believe it. As soon as he started seriously hammering her, she started cumming, and then kept right on cumming, hard, and to her own astonishment she just kept cumming and cumming some more. She simply couldn't stop. Her cries of "Hard!" and "Hurry!" would have turned into cries of "Stop!" as it all became too much to take, but she was too overwhelmed by then to even form coherent words.

As if that wasn't enough, he reached down and began fingering her clit. It was simply too much pleasure for her to take. She hadn't even known that sex could possibly feel so good. With a long guttural cry she completely spent all her energy and flopped down from her position on all fours all the way to the floor.

But he wasn't done with her yet. He kept right on slam-fucking her ass into the floor. Everything else in the world fell away from her awareness until the only thing she knew and felt was the enormous cock pumping away with incredible force and authority in her orgasmically over-sensitized ass. In her mind's eye, his dick seemed to grow and grow within her until it filled her universe and took possession of her very soul. She was already cumming non-stop, but when he started to cum, her climax rose to a yet higher level.

It was so intense for her that she overloaded on pleasure and passed out completely.

When he finally woke her some time later, she found that he was already dressed, washed up, and ready to leave. She was still helplessly sprawled out on the floor, naked, sweaty, tired, and both physically and emotionally wasted. She was still stunned by what had been, bar none, the most profound and arousing fuck of her life.

She opened her eyes and looked around. Holy fuck! I'm barely alive! She closed her eyes again, because she really did feel barely alive.

But he was getting used to powerful sexual experiences like this and he'd already mostly recovered.

He shook her gently by the shoulders and spoke in a normal tone. "I have to go. Don't leave anything behind, because you can't get back in now that I have the key."

She forced herself to open her eyes again. She saw him holding the key out and dangling it like the precious prize it was. Then she saw him wink at her.

She was still so amazed by everything that had transpired that these new developments took time to register in her brain. But even she in her half-dead state could understand the symbolism of him standing fully dressed over her nude, cum-stained body with the key. SHIT! Alan is triumphant. He's utterly defeated me. But I never lose! But... fuck... I just lost. Shit!

It galled her, yet strangely, she didn't mind nearly as much as she usually would have. She had vague thoughts of getting revenge somehow, but much more vivid thoughts of rewarding his victory by sucking his cock. Just look at me. I know I've looked more ravaged before. Hell, I've been in some pretty wild orgies. But I've never felt so thoroughly FUCKED! What a MAN! What a STUD! His cock needs to be properly rewarded!

She started to roll over to better face him, and maybe even suckle on his dick, if she could somehow find the energy (a very big if at this point).

But he stopped her with a hand.

He waited until she was slightly lucid again, and said, "I hope you'll remember everything I told you. But there's one thing you got wrong, though. When I asked who you're training your ass for, you said me, only me. Not true. You're doing this mostly for you, Heather, not me. Chances are that you and I will go our separate ways sooner or later. Probably sooner, since we're both wild spirits."

"Don't say that!" she protested, growing more alert every second. "I want you to be my boyfriend! This doesn't change that, does it? If you can tame my inner bitch, won't you keep your promise to be my boyfriend?"

He sighed. It's more likely I'll be hit by lightning than Heather'll ever defeat her inner bitch. But of course I can't tell her that. She's just too wild to ever be tamed. Look at her now, seemingly tamed, but I'll bet she starts scheming against my girlfriends before the day is even over. This whole thing probably made her want to completely possess me even more than before. But win or lose, the battle against her inner bitch sure as hell will be lots of fun for us both!

He merely smiled encouragingly at her, and said, "We'll see. We'll see. Take some time and see if you're really serious about all this, and really willing to try to be good with the partners you have and everything else. You know I'm pretty busy tomorrow with tests and everything, and you have the football game, but we'll talk on Monday, at the latest. See ya."

He got up and went a couple steps before turning back, as if suddenly remembering some minor thing. "Oh. By the way. There's a reason why I held you back from rolling over. If you look at your ass, you'll see that I managed to pull out at the last second and deposit most of my cum on your ass cheeks. You're not worthy of taking my load inside your bitchy ass just yet. It's your choice whether you do or not, of course, but if you want my advice, don't just sit up and wastefully rub my cum off your ass. I want you to put your clothes on very carefully and wear that cum against your skin until you go to bed."

Her eyes shot open wide as she imagined sitting at dinner with her stern parents with Alan's squishy cum covering her ass, filling her crack, and dripping down the front and back of her thighs. She had no doubt that she would go ahead and do what he said.

She looked back down at the sticky cum liberally splattered all over her ass and hips, and then up at him looking refreshed and fully dressed. Damn, he got me good. Between the strange panties on my face, the way he took control of my wardrobe, telling me to wear his cum, the way he plunged into my ass before the mirror, the insanely hot talk that'll keep my fantasies exciting for weeks... And speaking of insane, that insane endurance! God, it's so great! It's true - losing never felt so good!

She just had one thought as she watched him leave. Hooooooly fuck, how I LOVE him! And he wonders why I'd resort to any tactic to get him to be mine and only mine.