Chapter 1146: I feel my IQ dropping the longer I stare.

Chapter 1146: I feel my IQ dropping the longer I stare.



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"Wait a minute! You gotta stop this!" Alan yelled, as it fully hit him that Suzanne and Xania had just handcuffed his hands behind his back. Between watching his sister Katherine pole dancing naked in front of him and fucking his nurse, Akami, while she was sitting on his lap, he had good reasons to be distracted and slow on the uptake. But, with growing conviction, he decided that he absolutely did not want to be bound in any way.

No one seemed to hear his pleas, so he shouted louder, "LISTEN! I'm serious! Stop the music! Stop the dancing! Aunt Suzy, stop whatever you're doing, right now! This isn't funny!"

He'd stopped thrusting into Akami, but she continued to expertly grind her hips into his lap. To make up for the fact that he'd stopped his thrusting, she also began to lift herself up and down a little bit, even as her hips were rotating on his cock like a butter churn.

Her ceaseless grinding felt so good to Alan that he was having a hard time staying angry or even focused on anything at all. He tried to keep a serious glare on his face, but it looked more like he was seriously straining not to climax, because that's what he was feeling.

The stereo system was blasting the old Sam and Dave soul hit "Hold On, I'm Comin'" which was very appropriate for the situation at hand, if one caught the double meaning in the song title.

Akami was continuing to grind and writhe and squeeze her pussy for all she was worth. It was as if she realized that the fuck she'd been enjoying was coming to a halt soon so she had to use every trick in the book to get her fill of cum from him before it ended.

Perhaps because she was desperate for him not to stop, she turned her head to the side a bit so he could see her face and said, "Alan, please! Take my pussy! I need you to fill me up! Make me yours! Turn me into another one of your nymphos!"

Alan was having a hard time keeping a focus on wanting to deal with the fact that his hands had just been cuffed. He was so winded that even his thoughts only came in the gaps between his breaths. Take Akami... Gotta take her pussy... Sister dancing... and pole fucking... Feels too good... to stop...

But on some deeper level it dawned on Alan that Akami would never say something like "Turn me into another one of your nymphos." She wasn't the submissive type. He felt like there was some kind of plot afoot to keep him distracted. So he finally managed to shout, "STOP! Akami, please! I'm begging you! Everybody! STOP!"

"Exactly!" Suzanne said encouragingly, making sure to raise her fist with an encouraging punch in the air to cause a serious tit jiggle. "I think you have a completely wrong idea about what I'm planning here. Just because you usually treat women submissively in an aggressive and dominating way, that doesn't mean that's the only way things are. I thought this would be the perfect time to show you a whole different way. Sometimes if fun to be passive and on the receiving end."

"But I don't want to learn anything more. My brain is full! Don't you get that? Watching Sis dance with Akami in my lap bouncing up and down on a very stiff and happy Alan Junior was perfect bliss. Why'd you have to ruin it?"

A flicker of hurt flashed through Suzanne's features. She didn't want to ruin the fun, but counseled herself that they would all have even more fun if Alan patiently went along with her plans for him. Still, she tried to project optimism. "Come on. Who brought you fashion shows? Or these poker parties? Who brought you Brenda, your very own tit slave? I just KNOW you'll enjoy it if you trust me." On the word "know," she rose up and settled down again, causing her boobs to fly up and down repeatedly.

Xania replied before Alan could, "The plan was to catch you off guard so you'd be too busy cumming to notice or complain. We didn't expect you to get so upset since you normally roll with the punches pretty well, from what I hear. But you can still watch the dancing and have that fun. We're just going to add to it. Let me explain what we're doing here."

"Please!" he said with worry, while still staring into Suzanne's deep cleavage which she had deliberately kept jiggling and bouncing.

Xania said reassuringly as she leaned closer towards him, "Think of a massage. Imagine lying on your back and having the most incredibly satisfying and relaxing massage." Her hands ran over his chest, reminding him how good a massage could feel. "That's what we're trying to do. The idea's not to freak you out or dominate you, per se, but rather it's to relax you and pleasure you. The handcuffs are mostly symbolic, so you'll surrender completely to the experience. If you turn off your mind and give in without holding back, then you don't have to be worried about anything. You don't have to be tense. Don't think. Let yourself go and let Suzanne and me be in charge for a while. I promise you, all we're going to do is help you relax and enjoy yourself."

He found himself staring at Xania's extremely ample, uncovered rack, and watching her breathe too. He thought, How am I supposed to stay angry at such incredibly stacked and fit women? I feel my IQ dropping the longer I stare. It's amazing I don't just reflexively agree to everything they say like a drooling idiot.

But he was still peeved enough to gripe, "Well, I wouldn't be so tense if the two of you didn't sneak up and handcuff me, for crying out loud. But I have to admit that something like a deep massage sounds pretty good right now. I guess I'm willing to try that out."

Susan let out a sigh of relief so loud that everyone in the room heard it. She was very uncomfortable with the situation, and even felt a bit like she was betraying her son by standing by and letting these events happen right in front of her. She had reluctantly acquiesced to Suzanne and Xania's authority, but was torn up about it. In her mind, her son was her master, period, and it pained her greatly to see him in any kind of submissive role, no matter what the reason was. Hearing him express a willingness to play along reduced her inner tensions somewhat.

Katherine though was more curious about his reaction than stressed out by it. Hearing him agree, she sprang to life and came close to where he sat. She was more than ready to help out in whatever way Suzanne and Xania wanted.

Akami was in a similar role, but stood back more because she felt like it wasn't her place to interfere in family disputes like this.

Suzanne said to him, "Wise choice. Don't worry, we're going to make you extremely happy

you said that." Finally taking advantage of her close proximity to his still slightly wobbling erection, she lashed out with her long tongue and gave it a few loving licks from top to bottom. But then she winked at him and stood up.