Chapter 830 Not Now, Unfortunately!['Someone' Sponsored]

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Alan had her stop there. "Whoa! Hold on. And stop rubbing yourself all over me, especially since your boobs are still kind of lubed up. I'm really all done for the night."

Brenda stopped moving and seemed to calm down a bit, but she remained plastered to his chest. "Sorry, I get so excited being this close to you. Like I said, this whole house is just too much for me to take!"

He thought to himself for a minute. God, this is crazy. She thinks WE'RE too much? She's the one who's way over the top! I guess it makes sense that my reputation could grow into a legend of great exaggerations and I'd pick up women like Brenda as a result. But there's no way I can match her idealized vision. She's calling me "master" and practically worshiping me! For all her talk of being a "slave," she seems pretty needy and high maintenance. "I must have more of you, right now!" I don't know if I can handle another person clinging onto me and demanding that I pleasure them all the time. The number of spankings alone it sounds like she needs...

But on the other hand, she's the one and only fucking Brenda! She's physically amazing, and a fireball of submissive lust! How can I turn her down? But I should pop her bubble and reintroduce her to reality at least a bit.

He said, "Brenda, look. I'm not the ideal 'real man' you put so high on a pedestal. I'm just a kid lucky enough to be having a lot of sex. It's just pure chance that I happen to have Susan as my mom, Kat as my sister, and Suzanne and Amy as my next door neighbors and de facto family. Then there was my bizarre medical diagnosis. This whole thing just kind of fell into my lap."

She said, "Yeah, but would they have been so keen to help you cum six times a day if you weren't a well-hung, handsome, and naturally dominating guy?"

He worried about all the hype she'd come to believe about him, wanting to bring her expectations down a bit. So he replied, "It's not so much that I'm 'naturally dominating' as it is that some women in my life like you are naturally submissive. I'm just trying to put things into perspective for you. I'm only going to disappoint you as you get to know me better. For instance, you know those school kids you hated because they only lusted after your boobs? Well, guess what? I'm a kid too, and I hardly know you. About all I know is that you have huge breasts and I love to see and grope them. So I'm no different than those losers."

"HA!" She snorted derisively.

"Ha?"

"Master, forgive me for correcting you, but the difference is that they weren't worthy of me or my chest. I let them feel me up far too much because I was young then and didn't understand, and I craved attention. That's another thing I need to be punished for, letting unworthy men touch me."

She positively cooed as she continued in a soft voice, "But now I've found you. You're the only one. You're no mere man. The way you fucked me just now was practically superhuman! You have me for life! No one else should be allowed to touch me, except my master and his other slaves."

She was "in the moment" with Alan, so she wasn't thinking of Adrian at all, or the opportunity she'd recently been given to have sex with him too.

Alan looked down and saw that his hands were pulling on her extraordinary nipples. He didn't even realize that he'd started doing that.

She'd pulled back a bit so he could have better access to her chest and at the same time she was gently grinding her hips into his penis. It was at half-strength.

He could never recall being so aroused but with his penis still basically flaccid. He thought, Uh-oh. "Practically superhuman?" That's not good. I think I may have overdone it trying to impress her with that fuck.

He said rather halfheartedly, "I don't have other slaves."

She ignored that. "The way you're feeling me up right now with your hands, this is how it should be. I want your hands all over me! If you see me as nothing more than a sex object, that's good, because that's what I am when I'm with you. I've been talking to Susan on the phone quite a lot lately, and even Katherine a couple of times. They've helped me see. I love their attitude. Lately we've been talking a lot about what it means to be one of your official personal cocksuckers, and dedicating one's self to the art of sucking cock. Your cock!"

She grew shy and bowed her head. "By the way, Master, forgive my audacity, but is it okay if I ask you... well... do you think it's possible that I consider myself one of your official personal cocksuckers already? Or is there more that I need to do to prove myself to you?"

He wondered, What's with this "official personal cocksucker" thing? I keep hearing about that, but I still don't know what it means. If there's some official list, nobody's told me anything about it!

His first instinct was to tell her 'Yes,' but then he remembered Suzanne's advice to still play hard to get. So he said, "I think you're almost there. Almost. I suppose we can call you that provisionally. But I don't think it's right for me to make it official unless your lips are wrapped around my dick at the time."

She loved that answer so much that she visibly shivered all over. Oh, YES! What an answer! What a RUSH! She exclaimed, "You're so right! Oh GOD!" She looked down at his crotch with a desperate longing.

He followed her eyes, and chuckled. "Not now, unfortunately."

She chuckled too, slightly embarrassed by her obvious over-eagerness. "I wish! But it'll happen soon enough. I just hope at the time that I'll be naked and kneeling - with high heels on, of course. Oh! And Susan and Suzanne should be watching, at least. Then I'll be properly humiliated and put in my place."

He shook his head in wonder. "Anyway, you were saying? About you and Susan talking?"

She continued, "Oh, yes. We've talked a lot about what it means to serve you. We've even delved into the religious implications. Susan has a theory that God has a special purpose for big-titted women, and she's been kind enough to share it with me. She simply calls it the 'Big Tits Theory.' Essentially, particularly endowed women such as me have been placed on Earth to be fucked and sexually dominated by naturally superior men such as yourself."

He scoffed.

She admitted, "Maybe not all of them, maybe there are some like Xania destined to get fancy degrees and big jobs. But as we've seen from her behavior tonight, even she turns out to be a cock-hungry slut as soon as she meets a naturally superior man like you! Regardless, that certainly must be my purpose in life, to serve a man just like you. Look at my cunt."

He looked down. Even without anyone touching her pussy, rivulets of cum were dripping from it. His penis may have been flaccid, but his mind was fully aroused by Brenda's submissive attitude.

She said of her wet pussy, "Look, I know that kind of lubrication isn't normal. In fact, it's quite extreme. I've always been this way. Why would God have made me so sensitive and so easily aroused unless it was because I was built to get fucked? Can you deny that I have a body that's basically built for sex?"

"Well..." He had a hard time honestly denying that.

"You see? You tacitly admit it! I shouldn't even be allowed to wear tops because the fabric rubs against my long nipples and drives me wild. Don't you think I should be forced to stay topless, at least? Or, better yet, completely naked? Except for high heels, of course. That's another thing I love about you so much: your love of high heels. The higher, the better! That just drives me wild, that and collars. Hopefully that'll come next, collars for all of us who love to serve you. Those were secret fetishes of mine for a long time, but I had no one worthy enough to dress up for."

He asked, "Your husband?"

"HA! Of course, I wore high heels a lot back in the day, because I was a trophy wife and that was expected at parties and such. But it had an entirely different meaning. It didn't excite me. But, with you, it excites me!"

She went on, "In fact, practically everything drives me wild in this house! I had to strongly suppress my sexuality to live a normal life, but now I know better. I shouldn't live a normal life. If I'm nothing more than a sex object, that's fine. I embrace my true nature! I need to be constantly naked and fucked by a worthy master who has a big harem. In other words, you! I challenge women with those fancy jobs to see who's going to have a happier life: me as a lowly sex slave who's getting royally nailed to the mattress, sucking your jaw-busting cock, generally cumming hard, and getting spanked all day long, or them trapped in the office all day and night, suffering as slaves too, but as wage slaves."

She suddenly grew sad and even temporarily stopped grinding into him.

He slowed down, but didn't stop, his constant fondling of her twin peaks. Her "getting spanked all day long" comment made him wonder if she might be into spankings a little too much.

She continued more plaintively, "But if you won't accept me as your slave, or at least as one of your many sex pets, I don't know what I'll do! Susan and Katherine have made me see how wrong it is for me to give myself to an unworthy man. And you're the only worthy one I'll ever meet, I'm sure of it! Now that I know you, now that I've tasted your cock and felt it deep inside me, I would be lost without you. Completely lost. Master, I need your strong hand and your huge snake!"

He found himself falling into her way of thinking, but then a cold dash of reality hit him and he tried to remind her of some real world facts. "I'm really not all that. Really! Believe me, as you get to know me better, you'll find out all my faults. Look at my bruises. 'Naturally superior men' don't get their asses kicked at school like I did today. I tell you, I'm more lucky than anything. Soon you'll realize that I'm just an ordinary guy, and then what?"

"No! You're so wrong. You're wonderful! You're everything I dreamed of in a master. But even if you weren't, I would still be unworthy. Who you are is ultimately irrelevant because your massive snake owns me now. If you never touch me again, I would still pledge myself to you for the way you fucked me tonight. I would gun down a room full of lawyers to get fucked like that again."

He joked, "Lawyers? That's not saying very much."

She giggled. "You're funny too. This divorce I'm going through has made me really hate lawyers, but I'd gun down anybody for you. Look." She held his half-limp dick in her hand and caressed it lovingly, just as if it was fully erect. "Even flaccid, it still stretches across the room like a monstrous garden hose."

He looked at his penis. He said, "'Garden hose?' Look at it. We're talking three or four inches in its current state, tops. What are you talking about?"

She replied, "You're looking at it like a glass half empty. I'm looking at it, knowing what it can do to me, like a glass half full. Of cum. Mmmm. Sweet Alan cum. A whole glass of it!"

He thought, Maybe she's touched in the head. It's like she brainwashed or something. Did her talking to Mom so often have something to do with this? I can imagine the two of them getting increasingly carried away. Maybe Brenda can't separate the fact from the fiction. I guess this is what I get for trying to build up my legend with her. Ah, well. Looks like I have her to take care of now, like it or not. I'll just have to see how this develops and what it all means.

He said, "Okay, don't worry. Like I said before, you're a part of all this now, whatever this is. We'll discuss what that means later. Right now I'm tired and need sleep." He finally let go of her nipples.

She hugged and kissed him again. Then she brought both hands to bear on his penis. It was slowly growing, but ever so slowly. "And my punishment? My spankings? I think I need at least forty hard spankings on my ass and another twenty on my tits for all the wrongs I've done today."

His mind reeled at the idea of spanking her tits. His penis grew a bit longer.

Her hands responded by stimulating him there even more. His penis was dripping pre-cum, and she took advantage of this to get her hands slick and slippery.

He asked, "You really like and need your spankings, don't you?"

"Oh, yes! How else can I learn? My mother kept me in line with a very strong hand."

"Just out of curiosity, did she spank you with or without underwear on?"

"Without. That's the only way to get spanked. I assume you're asking about me; she always insisted that she at least keep her panties on. We couldn't have both of us totally naked or my dad would get mad. Well, mostly..."

Alan prodded, "Mostly?"

She explained with great embarrassment, "Um, eventually, she took her panties off too. I mean, it wasn't really fair if I was the only one completely naked right? She was just trying to make me feel more comfortable."

He was strangely amused at that. It sounds like Brenda had a very kinky, sexually repressed childhood. I'll bet there's more to the story, but I don't want to push her too hard about it right now. Still, I'm beginning to understand some things. I can imagine her parents having a very hard time resisting her charms. The more her mother felt guilty over her urges the more she turned to the Bible, yet she couldn't stop their not-so-subtly sexual spanking rituals. I wonder when and how she died. It must be tough to lose a mother when you're a teenager.

He realized that unless he was going to directly stop her, she'd keep playing with his penis until it was fully engorged. Then she'd want to have a lot more sexual fun. But he was very sleepy, and his penis was physically sore from being stimulated so much. He said, "Brenda, please. Let go of my dick. Now. It's done for the night."