6 Times a Day

Chapter 1216: Chapter 1211 [3.2k Words]



Simone came over to the Morgan house around noonish, not long after Alan had left it. Alan had called her before heading on over to pick up Glory and had explained to his Assistant Bitch Trainer about the things he'd done to Heather that morning that she didn't already know about, and exactly what he had in mind for the remainder of Heather's continuing punishment for that day and afterwards. Simone had rather enthusiastically endorsed his plan.

Simone was such a frequent visitor to the Morgan house that she had her own key to the front door. She let herself in and went straight up to Heather's room without seeing either of Heather's parents. She knocked on Heather's door, and didn't hear any response. But she boldly opened the door and went in anyway.

She laughed heartily as she carefully closed and locked the door behind her.

Heather turned her head and growled, "What?" as if they'd been in the middle of a conversation already.

Simone immediately started taking her clothes off. "It's just that you look exactly as I'd figured you'd look after what I heard on the phone between you and Alan. Look at you. You're lying naked on your bed with a blissed out, spacey smile, like you're still reeling and recovering from getting the fuck of your life."

Heather smiled gleefully at that. "That's because it's true. I AM still reeling and recovering from getting the fuck of my life. Okay, maybe the LATEST fuck of my life, 'cos nothing can surpass the time he fucked me in front of the mirror in the theater room. Or when he fucked me over the hood of a car in the school parking lot. Or... hell, pretty much every other time he's fucked me! Especially when he fucks me in the ass." She took a deep breath to swoon dramatically. "That's the best!"

Heather had been lying face up with her head on her pillow, but she rolled her nude body over to show off her ass to Simone. She smiled brightly as she said, "Check it out. I'm still red from when he spanked me, aren't I? I'm sore in all the right places! And I feel thoroughly spanked... it feels so damn GOOD!"

Simone shook her head in disbelief as she finished shucking her clothes off. "Girl, you've got it bad. Whatever happened to the mighty 'Heather fuckin' Morgan?' The one who doesn't take shit from anybody?"

"She's still in me," Heather said defensively. "Never forget that I'm toying with HIM. Sure, it may look otherwise, but at any moment I could crush him like a tiny bug."

Simone raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Oh, really? Tell me about it while I tie you up and blindfold you."

The cocky Heather seemingly returned. She even managed to sit up. "What? No way! Like that's gonna happen." She laughed derisively.

Simone stood her ground and spoke authoritatively. "Remember, I'm your Assistant Bitch Trainer now. I just spoke to Alan on the phone, and he gave me specific orders on what I'm about to do to you. Then I'm going to have some sexy surprises for you, again on his orders." Heather's demeanor completely changed. She even shivered lustily. "Oh! Why didn't you say that in the first place?" She suddenly hopped out of bed. "What are you doing just standing there? Let's find some rope and a blindfold already!"

Simone silently sighed and shook her head as she saw Heather rush around the room to find the required props. (It so happened that Heather had both a blindfold and some special sex play rope from when she'd tied up some of her sex partners. Heather had never let herself get tied up with it before though.)

Simone thought, Sheesh! She's so delusional, and she still can't see it. As if she would ever crush Alan like a "tiny bug." I don't know whether I should be amused, disturbed, relieved, or what. At least this new Heather is even more interesting and entertaining than how she used to be.

A couple of minutes later, Simone had Heather lying face down with a black blindfold over her eyes and her wrists and ankles loosely tied to the headboard and other nearby furniture. Heather was spread-eagled with her feet hanging off the bottom edge of the bed.

Simone thought Heather was surprisingly compliant, but neither of them were fully aroused yet. So, with Heather in that helpless pose, Simone announced from behind her, "You may not have noticed, but I brought a bag with some special surprises in it. For starters, I have a video you might find interesting."

Heather groaned unhappily. "A video? Booooring! What is it, a porno? Been there, done that. Don't kill me with boredom. Besides, how am I supposed to see it with this stupid blindfold on?"

"Patience, oh mighty blonde one, patience. Your Sir knows what he's doing."

Heather had been tensed up, since she'd never been tied up before, but she visibly relaxed when Simone called Alan her "Sir." She didn't even notice Simone's sarcastic tone when she said "oh mighty blonde one." Instead, she thought, He sure as hell does! I just wish the word hadn't gotten out already. It fucking sucks, having to share him with Ms. Rhymer, Amy, and the rest. A stunning goddess like me should never share. That's one wrong I'm going to fix, and soon.

Simone went to Heather's computer and inserted a CD she'd made of the webcam video from events in Heather's room only a short time earlier. Simone had listened to the recording while burning it onto CD, and she quickly cued up to a particular point in the conversation that she liked, from just after she'd had to hang up the phone.

From out of the computer speakers came Alan's familiar voice saying, "Do you know how to deep throat?"

Heather's entire body twitched in surprise when she heard Alan speak. With the blindfold on, it was like she was well and truly transported back to the moment he'd said that to her, less than an hour earlier. She felt goose bumps all over, and her heart started pounding hard. She licked her lips and felt her mouth starting to water as she imagined his fat cock starting to slide between her lips.

Then she heard herself reply, "No, Sir," She could hear the deep disappointment in her voice. The recording continued with Alan saying, "Well, obviously, that's going to change. Your body is a fuck shrine built for the sole purpose of pleasuring my cock." Simone sat in the chair in front of Heather's computer, and she paused the recording at that point. She wanted those words to sink in. After a prolonged silence, she said, "Hmmm... Interesting. So, what do you think of that, Heather? This Alan guy is one cocky kid, that's for sure. 'Your body is a fuck shrine built for the sole purpose of pleasuring my cock.' Agree or disagree?"

Heather squirmed uneasily. She hadn't minded the blindfold or the ropes much so far, but now she felt extremely helpless, and that annoyed her. She didn't consciously realize it, but it also greatly aroused her. Her pussy was practically flowing like a river. Her facial cheeks turned as red as the spanking blush on her ass cheeks. She took an aggressive approach. "Hey! Are you mocking me?"

"No, I'm just wondering. Is it true or not? Are you going to fully dedicate yourself to pleasuring his cock, your Inner Bitch Tamer, or not? It's a simple question."

Heather replied hotly, "Of course I won't! That's utter bullshit! I'm Heather fucking Morgan! I'm the queen of the school! I'm so beautiful that he should count himself lucky if I let him

lick my toes!"

Simone replied casually, "Okay, cool. No worries. I was just curious. So I'm sure you won't mind when I tell Alan what you just told me."

Heather gasped in dismay. "NO! Don't do that!" Her entire body squirmed around, but she was helpless because of the ropes. SHIT! If Sir hears of that, I'm gonna be totally screwed! "Why not?" Simone asked. Before Heather could think up an answer, Simone added, "Let's hear a bit more." She undid the pause.

Alan's voice on the recording continued, "I expect you to begin daily Kegel exercises, deep throating exercises, and anal wave exercises until there's nothing your body can't do to make me happy. Is that clear?"

Then Heather was heard passionately replying, "Yes, Sir."

Heather thought, Fuuuuuck! That sounds so fuckin' good! He's so confident, even the sound of his

voice is such a turn on. He's gonna fuck me in every hole like no one else can, over and over! And all the while, he'll treat me like I'm his personal cum dump, because that's what I am! "Yes, Sir. Cum Dump Heather reporting for duty, Sir. In which hole are you going to defile me today, Sir?"

But then she remembered Simone was in the middle of questioning her. Shit! I've gotta play it

cool for Simone.

Simone paused the recording again. She got up and knelt down between Heather's splayed out legs. She ran her hands sensuously over Heather's ass cheeks, thighs, and lower back. As she did that, she said, "Your voice sounds awfully sincere to me. Or should I play the part that's coming up, where you say 'Frankly, Sir, I'm offended that you have any doubts about my determination to please you. I'm willing to do whatever it takes.""

Heather gasped loudly again, as she recalled saying those words. Her breathing was heavy and loud, because her arousal, as well as her embarrassment, was soaring. With the blindfold making her world pitch dark, it was like she could see Alan standing in front of her in her mind's eye. She stammered, "N-n-n-no, you don't... have to, to play that." Simone ran her fingers in Heather's ass crack, and teasingly probed around Heather's anal

ring. "So let's review these things, one by one. Do you or don't you plan on improving your Kegel exercises, so you can delight Alan with your squeezing and clenching while he's fully

impaled in your hot cunt?"

Heather thought, This is ridiculous. With my body, I could be a Playboy centerfold, easy. I could be the star of Baywatch or some show like that. Why should I lift a finger to make him feel good? But, dammit, he makes me feel so incredibly good that it's unbelievable! Sir, I need your cock! I just can't resist! I'm such a horny slut. I can't help myself!

Plus, there's the competition, all those other hot sluts he's fucking. I need to perfect myself, to make my cunt perfect for his cock! To mold it and train it to make it ideally suited for his cock! Then he'll see how much I want him and need him, and he'll fuck me more!

She panted, "YES! Yes! So good!" Her recent memories were so vivid that she could almost

feel his cock fully sheathed inside her tight slit.

Simone brought a hand down to Heather's pussy, and noticed just how wet it was, all of a

sudden. She slid her fingertips up and down Heather's wet lips. "So you DO want to be Alan's bitch, don't you? And his slut? His Bitchslut, as it were." She chuckled at that. "You want your Sir to fuck your cunt anytime he wants, like he owns it?"

Heather groaned erotically, "Oh, YES! Yes, yes, yes!" I can't deny it! I want that! I want it so bad! Fuck, this is so embarrassing. I can't let Simone see me like this! But I want to be his bitch! His slut! Most especially, his BITCHSLUT! Ungh! Just the sound of the word gets me off! Sir, my cunt belongs to

you!

Simone fingered Heather's clit while continuing to rub her pussy lips. "But what about your claim that you could crush him like a bug? When is that going to happen?" Heather growled, "Fuck you!" She was so horny that she could barely think straight. But she

managed to rally with an excuse. "Just because I can doesn't mean I will. At least not right now. It's a fact that he fucks me pretty damn good in every hole, okay? So why should I bite the hand that feeds me?"

Simone grinned wolfishly. "Indeed. Especially when he feeds you by sticking his big, fat cock right into your mouth. Which reminds me... are you going to learn how to deep throat him, just like you promised him? Everyone knows how much you hate blowjobs." Heather was panting so hard that she could barely speak. Like a Pavlovian response, her mouth salivated some more at the mention of blowjobs. "That's... that's true... but... it's different with my, my... Sir! UGH!"

She grunted because Simone unexpectedly thrust two fingers into her cunt. It felt so good that

it was all she could do not to scream out loud with all her might. She held back out of fear that her parents could be somewhere else in the house and might hear her. Simone purred, "Remember, I'm your Assistant Bitch Trainer now. I'll reward you when you're good, and honest with yourself, and with me. You're being honest now, aren't you?

You can't wait to deep throat him, can you?"

Heather grunted loudly. "UNRGH! HNNNG!" Simone joked, "Is that an 'Unrgh, hnnnng yes,' or an 'unrgh, hnnng no?"" Heather groaned even louder, as Simone's fingers found her G-spot. "UNNNGRNGH!" I'm so horny right now that I can't believe it! Sir is controlling my perfect body without even being here! It's

fucking diabolical!

Simone spoke while continuing to relentlessly probe Heather's G-spot. She lavishly fondled Heather's muscular ass cheeks with her other hand. "Let's face it. You'd deep throat him right in the middle of the school cafeteria if he wanted you to, wouldn't you? You'd risk total humiliation in front of all your friends AND your enemies just to feel his thick, hot cock fucking your throat like a second cunt! Wouldn't you?"

Heather shrieked through her gritted teeth between labored breaths, "YES! YES! It's so fucked

up, but YES!" she pictured all the teenage girls and older women that she thought Alan might be involved with, standing around watching her shameless deep throating. The entire cheerleading squad was there, as was Simone. So was Christine, Donna, Glory, and many more. She imagined that she was taking Alan's cock so deep and so well that the others all had

to concede defeat. Each one thought to herself that Heather and Alan obviously had a special sexual connection that they couldn't match.

Simone smirked, triumphant that she'd gotten Heather to confess her true desires. She couldn't resist pushing a little further. "You say that, but what if he made you strip completely naked first? Then your humiliation would be complete, and the danger magnified many times over! There'd be no escape! His control over you would be total, and everyonen/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

would know it! Would you still be willing to deep throat him in front of an entire crowd, without wearing any clothes whatsoever?!"

Heather smiled smugly as she imagined being demonstrating her triumph over all her competitors. She thought, Hell, yeah! Clothes? Who the fuck needs clothes if I'm deep throating my Sir? Sure, it's good for HIM to stay clothed, but if I'm going to go so far as to deep throat him in front of

everybody, including my enemies, then why not do it naked too? Hell, I'd much PREFER it that way! Heather didn't respond out loud to that question, but then again she didn't need to. She made her answer clear with her facial expression, her lusty moaning, and her very heavy breathing.

Simone fingered her own pussy with one hand, because seeing Heather this worked up was getting her extremely hot and bothered too. She kept on stimulating Heather's G-spot with her other hand. She wished she had a third hand, because she wanted to touch Heather

elsewhere too.

Then she remembered her mouth. She tilted her head down until she was breathing right on

Heather's soaked labia. She whispered, "Remember, be quiet. Your parents are pretty cool about leaving us be, but even they have limits." With that, she moved her head slightly forward and lightly bit Heather's clitoris, even as she kept on probing deep inside her slit.

Heather clenched her teeth and hung on for dear life as a big orgasm surged through her. She would have screamed her head off, had Simone not just warned her to be quiet. Somehow, having to restrain herself only heightened her orgasmic peak.

As her entire body trembled and shook, she whispered through clenched teeth, "SIR! OH SIR!"

In her mind, Alan was patting the top of her head like she was a trained animal, even as she was deep-throating him all the way down to his pubic hair while buck naked right in the middle of the cafeteria. It was such a thrilling idea that, once she started cumming, she

couldn't stop.

Gaawwwd! Fucking God! I'm his slut! His shameless, naked slut! I'll do anything to pleasure my Sir!

I'm just his... UGH! His cum dump! HRNNG! His, his... personal whore! FUCK YES! It's so wrong, but I

love it! She imagined herself answering her enemies, though in her fantasy she was too intent on taking Alan's cock to the root to stop long enough to say such words out loud. What are you

looking at, Donna? Don't give me that attitude. You know you wish you could be in my place! And fuck you, Pristine Christine! You stare daggers of disdain at me, but I can see by your heaving big tits that you wish you could be in my place too! HA!

Simone was chagrined that Heather was saying "Sir." Clearly, Heather was attributing all or

nearly all of her current enjoyment to Alan, even though it was Simone that was doing all the work. But Simone didn't mind that much. She'd discovered recently that if she introduced Alan into their sex talk, Heather would get as hot as an oven. It made for fantastic sex for both

of them.