Chapter 1190: Getting Caught f*cking Heather?

Chapter 1190: Getting Caught f*cking Heather?



Neither of them quite passed out, but they'd been so out of it that when they started rousing themselves a few minutes later, they both felt like they were waking up from a long sleep.

Somehow they were both still standing, but she was leaning on the mirror and he was flopped all over her. Her breasts were pressed so hard into the cool glass that she seriously wondered if her rock hard nipples would leave dents.

Slowly, they righted themselves and resumed standing all the way up in a tight embrace.

She felt like she'd just run a marathon. Before, her long blonde hair had been wet from the shower, but now it was dry and the rest of her body was wet from all the exertion and sweat.

To her disbelief and astonishment, she felt a strange sensation in her ass. No way! He's still hard! And he's still balls-deep in my butt! How did he do that? I thought I'd just about squeezed his cock clean off, the way my ass was spasming so wildly. Incredible! He's such a fucking worthy partner, how could I ever be with anyone else? The other guys are just chumps.

She looked at him in the mirror, her eyes taking a little bit longer than usual to focus, and wondered in awe, What the hell is it going to take to get him to shoot into my ass?!

He tried not to laugh at the priceless shocked expression on her face. He thought, I have no idea how I made it through that, but I swear the effort just took a year off my life. Now, though, I really do have a strong second wind and I can enjoy myself for a while. It's like I came even though I didn't. Did I have another one of those accidental ejaculation-free climaxes Suzanne taught me about?

He mirthfully tweaked her erect nipples before grinding his hips into her defenseless ass, watching her expression melt into one of helpless pleasure as her eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled back.

She slumped back against him. "Oh! Alan!"

The music was still pulsing out of the stereo, so he churned his hips in time to the beat. "Ahhh, nothing like a fresh, hot, buttfucked Bitchslut first thing in the morning. Mmmm. Breakfast of Bitch Tamers!" he chuckled.

He spanked her ass with one hand. It was a bit risky to make that much noise, but he just couldn't help from delighting in the quivering of her flesh as well as enjoying the squirming of her hips.

But as soon as she thought that, her pride kicked in. NO! That's not me! I never give up, never surrender! If I do that, I'll get him, what? One time a week? Maybe I should stay away from scaring off Amy and Katherine, at least for now. Let him have some fun at home. But if I can get Glory out of the picture, then he is mine at school at least, every single school day! That's definitely worth the risk. Besides, how is he going to realize that he and I are meant to be together forever if he's drowning in all his other women? Glory's not even remotely worthy of him. Her body is inferior to mine in every way. Really, I'm doing him a favor to weed out the unworthies he's not strong enough to say no to. That's how lovers help each other out, by making the tough calls the other one can't make.

She felt an even greater sense of calm and happiness settle over her as she fantasized about him loving her and her alone. I'm going to be a good Bitchslut. The best! He may say I'm not even in his top ten, and though I don't believe that, I'm going to be such an incredible fuck that soon there will be no way for him to even lie about who his number one is! I can tell by the way he's treated me today that he loves me. I'm going to love him so good that he won't be able to deny his love for me too.

The reason he's helping me with this Inner Bitch Training program is partly so he can use the head cheerleader and the hottest fuck in town as his personal cum dumpster whenever he likes, I realize, but mostly it's because he cares. No one else has cared enough about me to try to change me. That proves that he loves me!

He snuggled for a little while longer with her, letting his hands wander, before settling his grip on her hips so he could start rutting again. He whispered, "I feel like fucking your hot Bitchslut ass some more, but I doubt I'll cum in you today. You haven't earned that reward yet. You'll help me pull out when the time comes, won't you?"

"Yes, Sir. Anything you say." She would have agreed to dance on the roof in a clown suit if that got him thrusting again. Her hair had mostly dried by that point, so she grabbed a black hair- band from her dresser and put her hair back into its usual ponytail.

He smiled, because he preferred her with a ponytail, since that's how he thought of her. However, he wasn't about to soften his attitude. He said sternly, "Don't disappoint me, or

there will be a price to pay."

But before she could reply to that, there was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Princess, can I come in?" a distinctly male voice asked through the door. Instantly, she went rigid. Not only did her body seem to seize up, but her mind completely blanked. In her mind's eye she saw her father turning the knob to her door and walking into her bedroom. She could picture his red and angry face as he discovered that his "Precious Princess" had a boy's cock buried to the hilt in her upturned ass, and in her own bedroom no less! Her asshole clamped down painfully tight onto his erection, her fearful crushing grip rendering it impossible for him to pull out.

He wanted to run to the window and skedaddle, but he was very literally stuck, deep inside her. Trapped, he ruefully wondered, What is this?! Today's the day of interruptions. This is just like what happened with Amy and Suzanne at the window this morning, except this is all too real!

"Princess? You in there?" Frank asked in his booming voice.

They both stared in horror as the doorknob jiggled.