Chapter 1107 I'm nobody's slave, you son of a bitch!

Chapter 1107 I'm nobody's slave, you son of a bitch!

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Alan looked at Heather and saw just how far gone she was in her lusty need, so he pushed a little more. "Hey, Heather, what about Janice and Joy? They're just standing here..."

Amy chirped in with her typical enthusiasm, "Yeah! A super cock like my boyfriend's cock needs lots and lots of soft feminine hands handling it!"

Heather rolled her eyes and sighed. What a stupid cunt! If I could have this cock all for my very own... But she got the message, and said, reluctantly, "Janice? Joy? Would you please join in and help us service, uh... Sir's cock?"

Janice and Joy said simultaneously, "With pleasure!" Then they giggled, realizing what they'd just done. They were already standing near, and wasted no time. Within seconds, there were four hands, each from a different girl, stroking Alan's dick or his balls.

Heather grumbled and rolled her eyes some more, but the sight of all those hands stroking definitely had an effect on her. She was so excited that she was practically hyperventilating. More and more, Alan positioned his cockhead so Heather could get one or two good licks in before it pulled just out of reach again. That drove her absolutely wild with need.

Janice asked Alan, "What's with all this 'Sir' stuff, anyway?"

He casually replied, "She's very proud. She IS my personal cum dump; that's not just talk. Which means I'm her master and she's my slave. But I figure it's a fig leaf to have her call me 'Sir' instead."

"WOW!" Janice and Joy exclaimed at once.

Heather practically came on the spot. "SLAVE?!" SLAVE?! I'm nobody's slave, you son of a bitch! You take that back, or I'll... I'll make you pay! PAY! I know it looks bad, with me all tied up and begging for cock, but this is just a temporary setback!

The idea of being chained to a bed and punished until she completely broke had huge appeal for her. She knew he'd never actually do it, but it was that kind of fantasy that she loved to hear from him. Further, she was outraged at his offensive and extremely chauvinistic words, but his crude language only drove her to higher ecstasies. She knew that was fucked up, but she didn't care.

He added, "This is your last and only chance." He started withdrawing his stiff boner a few inches from her (while still allowing the others' twenty fingers to continue stroking it).

Heather appeared to break with that. "Okay! Okay. Damn you!"

"Damn you, Sir!" Alan corrected firmly. His was rhythmically squeezing his PC muscle to prevent any unexpected cum eruption. He was getting terribly aroused from the whole power game, even more than the physical pleasure caused by the many stroking hands. Again, it was like his body could handle any amount of physical stimulation, but adding a mental mind-fuck on top of that could get too much even for him. He brought the tip of his cockhead tantalizingly closer to her, so that it remained just a fraction of an inch out of her reach.

Heather half-laughed, half cried, "Damn you, Sir!" There was a long pause. With his erection still dangling an inch from her mouth and all the busy hands happily stroking it, she looked straight at it and felt awe at Alan's sexual dominance over her and the whole squad.

Jesus! Fuuuuck! Look at that cock! How can I resist it? How can I fight? I neeeed it! I need to pleasure it! Sir, please! Let me... Let me suck on your fat knob until you blow your load all over my face and down my throat! I'll be so good to you! Your perfect cum dump! Your whore! Your slut!

That's what I need; the cleansing joy of a creamy cum bath! I don't even care about the other hands. Hell, I LOVE the hands! In fact, a cock like that needs MORE hands! Especially MY hands!

She said between heavy panting, "Okay. You win. Again. Damn. The truth is, I didn't go home earlier, I went to see Rock." Her face burned red with the humiliation of conceding defeat.

Several girls, including Amy, gasped at that.

Heather said over the sound of increasingly loud sloshing and squishing from so many hands, "But I wasn't plotting against you, Sir! No! I'm trying to help you! I've heard through the rumor grapevine of this new plot against you. There's little that escapes my notice at this school and I don't want you to get hurt! I mean, that would be like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs, right? I mean, this school would be boring without you."

She stopped because the tip of his cockhead happened to sway closer, and she strained with all her might to reach it with her tongue. She hit pay dirt, and even managed to get her lips sucking on the tip when he swayed another inch or two in her direction.

Alan enjoyed what she was doing with her lips and tongue so much that he moved forward a bit more, giving her another inch to play with, until her tongue was brushing up against the side of Kim's stroking hand. But then he realized she wasn't going to say anything more while she was busy licking, so he reluctantly pulled just out of range.

"GRRR!" she griped.

"Finish your story and you can have some more cock," he said, like promising a toddler some candy.

Heather spoke faster. "So of course I'm going to do what I can to help out. I've got all kinds of plans in motion, Sir. Talking to him is just one. I've got other things going on during school and after school. I can't have my Bitch Trainer in me, dulling my wits, with all kinds of important negotiations and plans going on. It's not good that you know, or that other people in this room know, because my plan requires stealth and surprise, but you left me no choice but to tell."

Staring at his erection and straining at her restraints, she concluded, "Are you satisfied? Do you see now why I was trying to keep this a secret? It's for your own good! Sir. Now please... just move forward another inch or two! Sir, please!"