6 Times a Day

Chapter 1206: Chapter 1202



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In the upstairs bathroom, Alan adjusted the water temperature on the shower while Brenda wiggled enticingly out of what was left of her French maid outfit.

Brenda was excited beyond belief. Oh boy! I get Master Alan all to myself, in the shower! Another dream comes true. AND I've been tasked with making him cum! I just hope I live up to the occasion!

She stepped into the shower and immediately enveloped him in a bear hug. "Master, please! Let me serve you. Use my breasts as sponges. Let me clean you with my body!"

He could hardly believe what he was saying, but he said, "As tempting as that is, we'd better not."

She looked at him with sad puppy dog eyes. "Why?!"

"I'm just getting TOO spoiled. Everything is TOO good. The way all of you have been going at my dick today, it's crazy."

"Nonsense! That's no reason not to let your Slave rub her extra long and hard nipples up and down your chest!" She did just that while she spoke, and then kept on doing it. Much of her body wasn't even wet yet, much less sudsy, but she adroitly managed to grab the bottle of shampoo and pour some of it between his chest and hers. The friction between them soon created a stream of soapy bubbles to help glide her body along.

His defenses were weakening because what she did felt so irresistibly good, but he said, "Too much pleasure in one day is dangerous. I could get a big head!"

She giggled, "Well, that's just a risk we'll have to take, Master." Then she went up on her tip- toes to make up the height difference and kissed him on the lips. That, and her continued sudsy grinding, ended the debate.

He thought while their tongues dueled, It's funny. It seems like another lifetime ago, but I vaguely remember when Brenda first got here that she was kind of headstrong and temperamental. I wonder if it could be that some of that personality is finally reasserting itself. Is it possible for someone to be completely submissive yet also uppity and feisty? I don't know, but I sure hope that's the case!

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He didn't think of Katherine despite the similarity because he didn't consider his sister to be a true submissive, but more as someone having a lot of fun playing one.

When the French kiss ended, Brenda turned him around so she could wash his back with her tits. Periodically applying more shampoo to keep the suds going, she bent down and rubbed his ass and even his thighs with her awe-inspiring boobs.

Alan, mindful of the time, was cleaning himself off in other areas, such as his arms and neck, but he much, much preferred Brenda's method.

Brenda found herself thinking, Today has been so absolutely unforgettable! Already, I know that dedicating myself to being his slave until the day I die was the smartest thing I ever did. All I ever want to do is serve him!

I feel bad for poor Aidy. I love him so much! I love that he's turning into a motherfucker. But he's not Master Alan; he never will be. He'll never have a harem of his own; that just doesn't fit with his personality. I can't wait to fuck him, but I already know he'll never thrill me to the depths of my soul the way Master does. I know that people would think I'm a terrible mother, but they don't understand what it's like hearing the call of your master. Besides, I have to think of my own needs too. In a couple of years, Aidy will be an adult and heading to college. He'll inevitably go his own way. What would become of me?

Now, I don't have to worry. Mistress Suzanne has made it clear that my sexual relationship with Aidy can last only so long. That's as it should be. My future is right here, serving my master and mistresses!

After a while, Brenda turned Alan around again, and before he knew it his erection was perfectly positioned to fit inside her cleavage. Obviously, a titfuck was coming, time concerns or not, and she had such a look of lust and determination on her face that he knew better than to put up any more objections.

She began rocking back and forth on her heels, doing all the work for the sudsy titfuck. The task of cleaning their bodies was now completely forgotten by both of them, except perhaps for her determination to "clean" all the cum out of his engorged shaft.

He held the shower hose in one hand and a bar of soap in the other, but he was too enthralled by what she was doing to his dick to actually use either one. I thought titfucks felt great before, but man, this one is just INSANE! It's like a super pussy with adjustable walls and a sudsy inside. I love

it!

As he looked down and admired the way his dick was enveloped by her huge tit-pillows, he noticed her black collar. He asked, "We're taking a shower. Don't you want to take that collar off?"

"NO! NEVER!" she replied quite loudly and forcefully. "Master, this isn't just any collar, this is YOUR collar, the one you gave me at the ceremony! I would NEVER take it off! Never!"

"Not even in the shower?"

"Never! This isn't just a piece of cloth; it's constant, visible proof that you're my master and I'm your slave! I'd feel completely naked without it, and I don't mean naked in a good, 'I hope Master Alan sees me like this and wants to fuck me' kind of way, either."

He chuckled, but also shook his head in disbelief. I swear, I don't deserve this kind of

devotion!

The minutes passed. Brenda's tits were too big for her to be able to lick the tip of his dick while he plowed through her cleavage, but she made up for it by the way she vigorously slid her tits up and down on either side of his shaft, keeping a tight channel all the while. Eventually, she couldn't contain her excitement, and she gushed, "Oh Master! This is like a dream come true! I can't tell you how often I've fantasized about taking a shower with you! Having you fuck my tits while they're all sudsy and wet - OH! I'm getting so juicy just thinking about it! But I'm not just thinking it; I'm doing it!"

He had to agree about the dream come true part as he felt his erection slide between her enormous tits to be completely enveloped in her deep soapy cleavage. He let out a contented

sigh.

Feeling curious, he asked, "How often HAVE you fantasized about it? It can't be that many times; I've only known you for a few weeks."

Somehow, she still managed to talk as she rocked on her feet. "You've known me a bit longer than that, Master. But every night, I dream about you giving me a royal fucking! Every night! In my mouth, my ass, my cunt - every orifice! And every day, I fantasize and daydream. Night or day, it makes no difference! All I can think about is worshipping your magnificent cock!" He thought, Man! So intense. Obviously she has a need to be dominated, and I just happen to be the lucky guy. "What about Adrian?"

Surprisingly, she suddenly stopped and stood up. She again hugged Alan tightly and enveloped his chest with her massive jugs as she stood on her toes so she could look him in the eye. Adrian was a very sensitive issue for her because she loved two men and wanted to make sure Alan didn't have a problem with that. She looked him right in the eyes as she said with complete sincerity, "Oh, I love him too, in every way. He doesn't compete with you on a sexual level. You're the focus of nearly all my dreams and fantasies, while I love him more in a motherly way. I can't imagine that ever changing, which is why I've enslaved myself to you. But I still do want to have sex with him. Can you forgive me?"

"Of course. If it were anyone else, then no, but he's your son and deserves some good mommy

loving."

She rubbed him all over as she bounced up and down against him in excitement. "Oh! Yes! THANK YOU, Master! TWO things you said right there make me too horny to be believed! One, that you say I can have sex with my son, and two, that you say I can't with anyone else!"

"Well, other women in our group are okay, of course," he pointed out.

She squealed with ecstasy. "Oh! Oh! You can see why I'm in a constant sexual HEAT, ready to be FUCKED at the drop of a hat! If I'm not thinking of you, then I'm thinking of Adrian, and sometimes I dream of you both doing me at the same time! In my fantasies, usually I suck on his smaller cock while your great big one pounds me in my ass or my cunt!"

"Well, maybe we can make that happen for real some day." "YOU MEAN IT?! OH. MY. GOD!

Aaaiiieee!"

Alan had to hold her from slipping and falling in the shower because she was hit by a monster orgasm. She'd been tremendously excited to begin with, especially once he started massaging and soaping up her breasts, but his talk about a three way with her two favorite men pushed

her over the edge.

It was such a powerful orgasm that she had to sit down in the back of the shower and recover. She looked completely wiped out, but insanely happy.

He took the opportunity to clean himself up some more, since he was still sticky from the visit to Heather's house and he'd been having so much fun with Brenda that they missed some spots. He hurriedly washed his hair, but used copious amounts of shampoo so there would be lots of suds afterwards.

As he did so, he looked back at Brenda with her chest heaving and thought, Dang, that is one

easy to please woman! I wonder how many times she cums in a day, on average. I wish my body could be like a woman's and I could cum twenty or thirty times a day. Well, at least like some women such as her can cum that much. I still wonder where all that pussy juice is coming from, though! She seriously has to have a hollow leg with a giant tank of reserve cum in her or something. Weird.