Chapter 1188: The Time for Heather is here!

Chapter 1188: The Time for Heather is here!



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Oh. My. GOD! Did he just do what I think that felt like?

Alan had been expecting that the first touch of his tongue to Heather's anus would produce a dramatic reaction, and she certainly hadn't disappointed him. As it was, she'd plastered herself up against the mirror when she'd jumped away from him in surprise. He watched her, shaking like a leaf in a stiff breeze, as she dialed herself back down towards coherence.

Chuckling with mirthful approval, he simply said to the shell-shocked blonde bombshell, "Bitchslut, resume the position. Keep quiet and, as I have to keep reminding you, keep still." He was too obviously amused though for there to be any serious sting in his words.

He paused, and thought, How has it come to this? Man, I never would have dreamed in a million years that I'd put my tongue on anyone's asshole, much less Heather's. But when it's completely clean it's just another sensitive body part that's fun to play with. The main thing is, I know this is going to pay off for me in spades down the road when it comes to dealing with her.

Still feeling like a nervous wreck, she backed away from her mirror and took up the now familiar posture in front of him again. A huge wave of emotions surged through her as she now realized that she was standing with her naked ass only inches from his face. She could feel his warm breath on the tiny hairs on the skin of her buttocks. She had trouble breathing, despite gulping down great lungfuls of air. She couldn't seem to stop shaking. She felt so wound up that it was like she was ready to burst. Even Simone had never done anything to her that made her feel half this excited and alive. What affected her most was just how intimate the gesture was.

"Look at yourself in the mirror, Bitchslut, not at me. Tell me what you see. Tell me what you're feeling."

"O-ok-hay." She gasped.

"Sir." He firmly reminded her.

"Yes. Sir." She gulped, as she saw his hands reach up towards her defenseless rear again. She had to fight her instincts as his fingers took hold of her meaty buttocks once more and pried them apart, slowly exposing her twitching anus to his gaze. God, there's nothing I want more than to shove my ass back and ride his face to an incredibly glorious climax! But all I can do is stand here, completely helpless before him despite the lack of any restraints whatsoever. He's got me exactly where he wants me, AGAIN! And it's driving me wild!

Talking directly into her open ass, he asked, "Are you ready for inspection, Bitchslut?"

She felt his heated breath between her open butt cheeks. She tried to answer, but the groan that came out instead wasn't too terribly coherent. She settled for nodding vigorously instead.

He sensed the nodding of her head through his contact with her intimate flesh. Rather than waste any more time, he decided to plunge right in. Wedging his face into the humid crack of her ass, he started orally pleasuring her spastic anus with his lips and tongue.

Right from the get go, she had difficulties. The most important one was that she found it very hard to keep from screaming her head off in ecstasy. She normally preferred to be quite uninhibited and vocal about shouting out her sexual pleasure, but under the current circumstances doing so would be disastrous rather than fun. The second problem for her was that it was nearly impossible for her to hold still. Her hands kept fluttering at her sides, rather than hanging limply, and her legs continually threatened to give out from under her as wave after wave of pleasure radiated outwards from her rear end.

She'd had these feelings before, this sense that she was in love with Alan and that she'd do anything to be his girlfriend. But the intensity of her emotions now made those earlier

feelings pale in comparison.

He watched her watching herself in the mirror, giving her a moment alone with her own

thoughts. He watched the reflection of her chest, rising and falling with her breathing, the sensuous movement of her magnificent breasts, the subtle twitches of the muscles in her calves and thighs. He felt his erection twitch and throb with need.

Man, I have no idea how I've held out this long. I think I must be building up a tolerance to insanely arousing stimulation, thanks to everything that's happened to me lately. Even a month ago, I probably would have cum by now just from the touching we've done. But I can't hold back anymore! Standing up behind her, he closed the short distance between them. As he wrapped his arms

around her to hold her tightly to him in a full body hug from behind, he maneuvered his erect cock to slip between her thighs and slide the head and shaft along, but not into, her wet and

juicy pussy lips.

Feeling her pussy sliding along the shaft of his thickness, she couldn't help but moan,

heedless to the danger of being too loud. She realized that her pussy had been relatively neglected by him lately, thanks to all the focus on her ass, but with his erection so close suddenly her pussy craved satisfaction as much or more than her ass did.

Still, the firestorm of sensations from even so light a touch as that sent her reeling. She

slumped into his embrace and had to reach up behind herself to hold onto his neck to keep upright. But it wasn't enough. That whisper of sensation hadn't been enough for her to claim the release she so badly needed.

Her head rested in the crook of his shoulder as she whimpered with unfulfilled desire. Recovering enough of her wits to look up at him, her eyes glazed with fuck lust and wet with unshed tears, she breathily whispered, "Sir... I love-"

His mouth rushed forward and before she could say the word "you" he kissed her square on

the lips.

At first, she was frustrated that she didn't get to finish making her declaration of love. She was swept up in her passion and even wanted to break the kiss in order to get those words out. But as the kiss went on, she thought, "I love you?" Did I almost say that? Stupid me! Even if it's true, and it probably is, I can't actually TELL him that! Then I'll lose a lot of leverage with him. I need to be prudent and strategic. I've got to fight to get what I want, which is a lot more of him! I can't start

acting like a silly, love-struck schoolgirl! But dammit, he makes it so hard not to lose my head. He's such a good kisser!

Meanwhile, he thought, She loves me? Fuck! That's not good, not good at all! I know for sure that

was what she was going to say, I can just tell. I think the good cop part of my good cop, bad cop routine has gotten out of hand! This is exactly what Xania warned me about. Fuck, fuck, fuck! FUUUCCK! He looked over to the window longingly, as if he was in a lion's den and he needed to plot his escape. The problem is, I'm feeling such strong feelings for her too. Like this kiss. It's such a searing, soul-melding kiss! At times like this it's so easy to forget what she's like most of the time. Why does she have to be such a bitch?

As they continued to kiss, he calmed down a bit as he justified things to himself, No, Heather

may want to SAY the words "I love you," but she has no idea what they mean. She's simply too selfish to feel true love. So I think I'm still safe for the most part, although this is definitely NOT A GOOD THING. I'm going to have to ramp up that Sean handover plan, big time! Good thing I brought that up again earlier. And thank God, too, that Xania warned me in time so I can hopefully nip her romantic delusions in the bud before she starts acting even crazier than usual.