Getting Caught f*cking Heather?

Neither of them quite passed out, but they'd been so out of it that when they started rousing themselves a few minutes later, they both felt like they were waking up from a long sleep.

Somehow they were both still standing, but she was leaning on the mirror and he was flopped all over her. Her breasts were pressed so hard into the cool glass that she seriously wondered if her rock hard nipples would leave dents.

Slowly, they righted themselves and resumed standing all the way up in a tight embrace.

She felt like she'd just run a marathon. Before, her long blonde hair had been wet from the shower, but now it was dry and the rest of her body was wet from all the exertion and sweat.

To her disbelief and astonishment, she felt a strange sensation in her ass. No way! He's still hard! And he's still balls-deep in my butt! How did he do that? I thought I'd just about squeezed his cock clean off, the way my ass was spasming so wildly. Incredible! He's such a fucking worthy partner, how could I ever be with anyone else? The other guys are just chumps.

She looked at him in the mirror, her eyes taking a little bit longer than usual to focus, and wondered in awe, What the hell is it going to take to get him to shoot into my ass?!

He tried not to laugh at the priceless shocked expression on her face. He thought, I have no idea how I made it through that, but I swear the effort just took a year off my life. Now, though, I really do have a strong second wind and I can enjoy myself for a while. It's like I came even though I didn't. Did I have another one of those accidental ejaculation-free climaxes Suzanne taught me about?

He mirthfully tweaked her erect nipples before grinding his hips into her defenseless ass, watching her expression melt into one of helpless pleasure as her eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled back.

She slumped back against him. "Oh! Alan!"

The music was still pulsing out of the stereo, so he churned his hips in time to the beat. "Ahhh, nothing like a fresh, hot, buttfucked Bitchslut first thing in the morning. Mmmm. Breakfast of Bitch Tamers!" he chuckled.

He spanked her ass with one hand. It was a bit risky to make that much noise, but he just couldn't help from delighting in the quivering of her flesh as well as enjoying the squirming of her hips.

He whispered to her, conspiratorially, "This is exactly the kind of... servicing... that well behaved Bitchsluts can look forward to receiving on a regular basis. Obedient Bitchsluts get fucked balls-deep in the ass so they can just cum and cum and cum, oh so fucking hard, all over their Bitch Tamers. They get to open their insatiably horny asses to take big, fat, long, hard, cum-filled Bitch Tamers deep inside their cock-hungry asses and CUM all over them because they love assfucking so very fucking much. Yessss, they do..."

She was having trouble catching her breath, let alone staying upright. The aftershocks of her tremendous anal orgasm were still playing themselves out, rumbling around and echoing throughout her body. But instead of feeling fucked out like she'd expected, her asshole was already starting to suck on and massage his still rampant and throbbing erection once more.

She thought, I'm not sure if I could hold out through something even more powerful than that last orgasm. "Wha-" she gasped, still shocked, "what the fuck did you just d-do to me?"

He pulled her into an embrace and snuggled up and into her behind. He enjoyed listening to the sound of her passionate whimpering moans of pleasure as he made her eyes unfocus and cross.

He nuzzled her ear, licking and nibbling on her earlobe, delighted by the way her asshole rippled and sucked him in response to his ticklish and teasing touches of her body elsewhere. He said soothingly and lovingly, "What happened just now, that was all you. What you saw, what you felt, that was you... you and your very sensitive ass. And, as your Bitch Tamer, I know and understand your very private and very special needs."

She was surprised and seduced by his tenderness and compassion. She felt her entire body tense up, including her anus, before suddenly relaxing utterly as a wave of calming serenity seemed to pool its way outwards from within her. She felt completely safe in his arms, at peace with herself as a fulfilling sense of completeness and total trust washed over her. He does understand me, completely. I feel so safe here in his arms.

Her asshole throbbed in time with her slowing heartbeat, savoring and loving the deeply masculine intruder within her. Fuck me till kingdom cum, I've been completely conquered! Conquered by his kindness, his sensitivity, his tenderness, his fairness, and most of all by that giant, hard, meaty presence completely filling me. Shit, will I ever get enough of that incredible cock of his? Alan, I didn't believe it before, but now I do. You are my ass master, my Inner Bitch Tamer. I love you, Sir, and fuck me and love me until the day I die. I NEED that Bitch Tamer of yours up my butt!

He felt, as well as sensed, the change in her, as she responded to his tenderness while he held her in his arms. It was almost as if she were awakening somehow. He had a sense that her feelings for him were growing, especially since she'd nearly said "I love you" earlier, but he was still mostly clueless. If he could have heard the intensity of her thoughts, he would have been astonished, alarmed, and quite possibly tempted to make a run for it while he still could.

"How do you feel?" he asked gently, warmly.

She sighed. "Like a Bitchslut, Sir. A well-fucked but still needy Bitchslut." She snuggled back against him. "You were right, Sir, about me, about what it means to be a Bitchslut. I don't just prefer or want to be fucked in the ass, I need it. I love it! I fucking love it when you spread my ass and force my tightest hole to open up wide and take you deep. You're so right that I'm a very anal girl with very special needs, needs that only you can satisfy. Please, Sir. Please fuck my ass. Again! And always!"

Gotcha! he thought triumphantly. "I'd love to. But you know you're hardly the only woman in my life. If you were to cross me again, then what we've been doing today, we'd never do it again."

She blanched. The mere possibility of losing him was more disturbing to her than being forced to watch a child get run over by a car in slow motion. For the first time really ever, she thought seriously about stopping all her schemes. He has my number. He literally owns my ass. Every time I've tried to outsmart him he catches me and I get burned. Maybe I should just admit that he's tamed my ass and pussy and just spread my legs whenever he calls, like a good Bitchslut always does.

But as soon as she thought that, her pride kicked in. NO! That's not me! I never give up, never surrender! If I do that, I'll get him, what? One time a week? Maybe I should stay away from scaring off Amy and Katherine, at least for now. Let him have some fun at home. But if I can get Glory out of the picture, then he is mine at school at least, every single school day! That's definitely worth the risk. Besides, how is he going to realize that he and I are meant to be together forever if he's drowning in all his other women? Glory's not even remotely worthy of him. Her body is inferior to mine in every way. Really, I'm doing him a favor to weed out the unworthies he's not strong enough to say no to. That's how lovers help each other out, by making the tough calls the other one can't make.

She felt an even greater sense of calm and happiness settle over her as she fantasized about him loving her and her alone. I'm going to be a good Bitchslut. The best! He may say I'm not even in his top ten, and though I don't believe that, I'm going to be such an incredible fuck that soon there will be no way for him to even lie about who his number one is! I can tell by the way he's treated me today that he loves me. I'm going to love him so good that he won't be able to deny his love for me too.

The reason he's helping me with this Inner Bitch Training program is partly so he can use the head cheerleader and the hottest fuck in town as his personal cum dumpster whenever he likes, I realize, but mostly it's because he cares. No one else has cared enough about me to try to change me. That proves that he loves me!

He snuggled for a little while longer with her, letting his hands wander, before settling his grip on her hips so he could start rutting again. He whispered, "I feel like fucking your hot Bitchslut ass some more, but I doubt I'll cum in you today. You haven't earned that reward yet. You'll help me pull out when the time comes, won't you?"

"Yes, Sir. Anything you say." She would have agreed to dance on the roof in a clown suit if that got him thrusting again. Her hair had mostly dried by that point, so she grabbed a black hair-band from her dresser and put her hair back into its usual ponytail.

He smiled, because he preferred her with a ponytail, since that's how he thought of her. However, he wasn't about to soften his attitude. He said sternly, "Don't disappoint me, or there will be a price to pay."

But before she could reply to that, there was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Princess, can I come in?" a distinctly male voice asked through the door.

Instantly, she went rigid. Not only did her body seem to seize up, but her mind completely blanked. In her mind's eye she saw her father turning the knob to her door and walking into her bedroom. She could picture his red and angry face as he discovered that his "Precious Princess" had a boy's cock buried to the hilt in her upturned ass, and in her own bedroom no less! Her asshole clamped down painfully tight onto his erection, her fearful crushing grip rendering it impossible for him to pull out.

He wanted to run to the window and skedaddle, but he was very literally stuck, deep inside her. Trapped, he ruefully wondered, What is this?! Today's the day of interruptions. This is just like what happened with Amy and Suzanne at the window this morning, except this is all too real!

"Princess? You in there?" Frank asked in his booming voice.

They both stared in horror as the doorknob jiggled.