Chapter 1029 Kim Sucking Alan And Heather Doing A Striptease!



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Alan sat on the edge of the bed as Kim resumed sucking him off. Then everyone heard Heather open the front door downstairs.

She'd been told to let herself in and come upstairs, which is exactly what she did. Just before Alan had pushed Sean into the closet, he'd explained that he wanted Heather to discover Kim cocksucking him, but he didn't explain why.

Heather climbed the stairs and called out, "Alan? Kim?"

She came into Kim's bedroom and opened her mouth in surprise at the sight of Kim taking long slurps on Alan's turgid erection. "Hi! Uh, everybody..."

For some moments she just stared, her lips thinning with annoyance as Kim continued to orally pleasure Alan without pause. There would have been an awkward silence, except the Talking Heads' "Stop Making Sense" album was pounding loudly from the stereo system.

She thought, Dammit, I should have figured. As soon as I walk through the door, Alan's already showing his total domination over me, as well as getting me hotter than molten metal in the process. Wait - what am I saying? "Total domination?" I'm the only one who should be dominating around here! I've gotta figure out some kind of way to seize control of this situation. But first, uh, I, um, I kinda... Maybe if I suck on his cock a little bit, that'll take the edge off my lust so I can strategize on how to take charge. It's impossible to think with all that fucking slurping going on!

She walked up to Alan and Kim, and said with unusual uncertainty, "Hi. Um, uh, Alan? Sir? I've been really good today, haven't I? Haven't I been the perfect little butt slut? Can I, um, have a little bit of that cock, too?"

Sean gasped from within the closet.

Alan looked up at her as if he'd only noticed her at that moment. "Oh. Hi, Heather. No, I'm afraid not. You don't even know the meaning of the word 'good.' But you can stay and watch me fuck Kim if you like." He tried to play it cool, but he could somehow tell with just a glance that the "old" Heather was back. It was as if the Bitch Training session had never happened.

The anal dildo had been out since the end of fifth period, and she was no longer feeling subdued. All of a sudden a great anger welled up in her. "Now just a fucking minute, you selfish, arrogant fuck! I've been waiting ALL FUCKING DAY for you to fuck me! It's not fair! You're a fucking monster! A monster!"

Her anger quickly died down, and even before this tirade ended she was more whimpering than yelling. She knew the yelling approach wouldn't get her what she wanted, but she couldn't help herself. "Sir," she added belatedly.

Alan stared at her, showing disgust at her outburst.

Dammit, just listen to me! I sound fuckin' pathetic! But I can't help it. Gaawwwd, I need that cock! I'll get my revenge on him and his arrogant ways soon enough, but first I need to get my satisfaction. She tried a different tack. "Please, Alan, please?! I can't take it! Have mercy, Sir! Please, please fuck me?"

Kim was loving what she was hearing. She was in seventh heaven already just from being allowed to suck on Alan's erection, but to be able to do it while listening to Alan take Heather down a peg was almost too much fun to handle. She didn't hate Heather passionately like Janice and many others did, but Heather's bitchy ways had certainly made her life miserable on more than one occasion.

Alan tsk-tsked as he played with Kim's smallish breasts. It was growing increasingly difficult for him to concentrate on talking while Kim continued to try and deep throat him. While she hadn't succeeded yet, the sensation of nearly three-fourths of his dick sliding deep into her mouth was threatening to push him over the edge.

He pretended to sit there in contemplation, but really he was struggling with his PC muscle. He placed his hands on Kim's head and gently but firmly pushed her back until she was merely lightly blowing on his shaft. As he struggled to recover, he managed to say in a relatively normal voice, "Heather, you disappoint me. Have you forgotten your place already? You don't make any demands on me, ever."

"Sir! I'm so sorry, Sir! Please! If you don't fuck me in the ass, I'm going to cry. Don't make me cry!" This time, she started out very apologetic, but her last statement was more of a threat, even though she really was on the verge of tears. She was clearly very frustrated, torn between extremes of irritation and need.

Alan pretended to contemplate that deeply, when it fact he was just stalling for time. "Hmmm, I dunno," he finally said as a further time-wasting move.

But he was in a bind, because he couldn't overtly tell Kim to take a break without damaging his sexual reputation in Heather's eyes at least a little bit. And Kim hadn't gotten his message to stop through his non-verbal cues. He hadn't even been resting half a minute when she started licking the tip of his cockhead again.

Earlier, Kim had sucked Alan's hard-on with her hair flopped down over his crotch and generally deep throated him (or tried to) so Sean couldn't see much. But now that Sean couldn't see anything from inside the closet, Alan's legs were spread wide and Kim moved off to the side as much as possible, in a deliberate effort to give Heather a great view of Alan's erection. She rolled her tongue around the tip over and over, allowing Heather to see most of Alan's eight inches.

The sight had a visible effect on Heather. She frowned and her lips trembled. Her nipples had already been erect even before she arrived, just from the anticipation, but now they poked even harder into her tight-fitting top.

Heather finally whispered, desperately, "Please, Sir, please!"

Alan said, as he subtly pushed Kim's head a little further back from his overheated dick, "Well, maybe I'll relent, if you show the proper attitude. Heather, are you a good girl or a bad girl?"

Heather straightened up instantly, as if called to attention. "Bad. Sir." She seemed proud about it.I think you should take a look at

"That's right. And how do bad girls dress?"

"Like sluts, Sir. You see this revealing top? I wore it just for you. I'm obviously not wearing a bra." She raised her arms over her head and thrust out her chest, showing off her thinly covered rack like a porn star. The exact shape of her aroused nipples could be clearly seen.

"And why aren't you?" Alan prodded. His voice was stern and slightly disinterested, as if Heather was an irritating distraction keeping him from fully enjoying the blowjob he was getting.

"Because that's how you want me, Sir. And as Alan's girl, I must obey."

"One of Alan's GIRLS," he corrected. "Do you think my dick exists just for you?"

"Um, no... Sir."

"Don't you think girls like Kim should get a chance to taste it and fellate too?"

"Of course. I'm just saying two tongues are better than one." She blushed and grimaced in frustration. A dual blowjob wasn't what she wanted; her ass cried out to be filled. But she would take what she could get, for the moment. She started to mentally vow revenge upon Alan, but then remembered the problems inherent in biting the hand that feeds you. Instead, she resolved to try to go with the flow for the time being.

"So you think you're worthy of sharing my cock with Kim."

She struck a sexy pose. "Yes, Sir. I am. Am I not the head cheerleader and soon to be the Homecoming Queen?"

ραndαsnοvεl.cοm "Perhaps. If you're not wearing a bra, then prove it."

"Yes, Sir!" Smiling for the first time since arriving, she pulled her top up and over her tits. Getting sexually involved and exposing herself was fun and she had no problem with that. She left the thin fabric loose around her neck and shoulders, hoping that would be more appealing than going completely topless.

Sean had been hearing all of this from inside the closet with a growing anger. He'd had thoughts like, No one treats my Heather like that! Not even Alan. I won't allow it!NOvεluSb.cOm

Alan knew that Sean could only take so much initially, which is why he'd kept the closet doors closed. But now that Heather was starting to strip, he reached back and surreptitiously opened one of the doors a little bit so Sean could see out.

Sean felt like he wanted to burst out and attack Alan. But as Heather exposed her rack, Sean's anger was overwhelmed by his lust. He'd never actually seen Heather topless before, despite countless peeks down her outfits in school, and countless dreams where she'd been naked. He gasped so loudly that Heather surely would have known someone was there had it not been for the Talking Heads music and the gag in his mouth. Despite the peeks he'd made down her tops in the past, he hadn't considered the possibility that she might not have any tan lines at all.

She started to wiggle to the beat of the song "Burning Down the House," and said to Alan, "How do you like my tits, Sir? Or should I say your tits? They belong to you. My whole body is yours." It stung deeply for her to say that, but at the same time it turned her on.

Sean groaned with frustration as Heather said that. It was like one of his great fantasies coming true, but for Alan, not for him. Still, he was too aroused to do anything but moan and groan.

"That's more like it," Alan replied, while Kim licked his rod from base to tip. Her jaw was tired so she was switching to tongue work for a while. He hadn't wanted Heather to say that her body belonged to him while Sean was there, but there was nothing he could really do about it.

Heather's wiggling turned into a full-on striptease within seconds. She took her top off the rest of the way, then threw it into a corner of the room. Wildly gyrating by now, she spent a fair amount of time pulling her skirt down, and then up, down, and then up, making a bit more progress with each pass. Finally, she took the skirt off all the way. She held the tiny garment in her hand, and then started to twirl it around as true striptease artists so often do. The only major difference between Heather's performance and that of a professional exotic dancer was just how wildly she danced to the pounding beat.

Alan was mighty impressed and grunted with arousal and approval. Her dance was such a turn-on that he had to grab Kim's head and push it back until she got the message to stop even her gentle licking for a while.

Grunting with exertion as he squeezed his PC muscle hard, he said to Heather between gasps, "Good show! ... If you keep that up... I might even let you share... share... share cocksucking duties with... with Kim. Uh. After all."

"Thank you, Sir!" The prospect of doing just that was getting Heather really hot. As she ran a finger over her pussy lips, she thought back to how she used to hate giving blowjobs. That attitude seemed almost laughable now, given how many times a day she found herself daydreaming about sucking Alan off.

Recovering his breath a bit, with Kim leaving him be, he added, "Although Kim is a much better cocksucker than you could ever be. Kim is a good girl. Did you see how she's been very nearly deep throating me today? Kim, why did you take the time to learn how to do that?"

Kim was playing with his balls now that she understood that his cock needed a break. She was wildly aroused and it was torture to only be able to do that much. She replied excitedly, "To please you, sir."

She'd never called him "sir" before, but she quickly picked up Heather's lingo. She was a natural submissive, albeit a casual one, and such language came to her easily. Alan had never fully taken advantage of her submissiveness simply because her thin body didn't compare with the more voluptuous types he preferred.

Heather, though, shot her an extremely nasty look. She was making claim to the word "Sir" and looked like she was ready to rip Kim's heart out if she used it again. She knew Alan had other women, but things like him allowing her the use of the word "Sir" gave her the happy feeling that she was his very special slut.

Alan smirked - "Bad Alan" was in firm control now. He said to Heather, "There. See? She wants to please me. You just want to please yourself."

"No, Sir! That's not true! Let me try!" Heather dropped to her knees before him. "It's true I told you I don't like cocksucking, but that was then. This is now! I luuuuve sucking YOUR cock! I'll give you the best fucking blowjob you've ever had! I want to be your number one slut! Please! Please? Let me, Sir!"