6TAD Chapter 1141: I feel my IQ dropping the longer I stare. (Patreon)

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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!"

Finally, Akami's hip thrusting came to an end and someone  turned the music down low. She let out one of the loudest groans of  profound sexual frustration Alan had ever heard.

Alan had his eyes shut tight as he used his PC muscle to  overcome the urge to spurt his seed all over Akami's pussy walls, but he  slowly came down from the edge.

Akami though, seeing that the hard fucking she'd been  enjoying was all but over, let her restraints go and climaxed with a  great moan. Her pussy twitched and convulsed. Her whole body shook as  she bounced up and down on him like a pogo stick.

All that stimulation again almost pushed Alan over the brink, but he somehow managed to hold on.

Huffing and puffing, he opened up his eyes and looked around.  Katherine was still holding onto the dancing pole, but she was looking  at him with concern. Susan was standing to the side, looking at him with  even more concern while biting her lip. He could only see the back of  Akami's head, since she was in his lap and lying back against him as she  caught her breath. Xania and Suzanne were behind him, so he had  absolutely no idea what they were up to.

He turned to Susan and said, "Mom, what's going on? Why are you just standing there when these two are trying to tie me up?"

Susan looked down at the floor guiltily. "I'm so sorry, Son.  But they made me promise not to interfere. They said this is for your  own benefit. And if anyone should know about these things, it's Xania  and Suzanne, don't you think?" She looked up with tentative hope that he  would understand.

Suzanne spoke before Alan could reply. "Alan, Sweetie, did  you or did you not promise that I'd be allowed to turn the tables on  you? You left the time and place up to me. Well, now I'm calling in that  promise."

Alan groaned. "I was afraid you'd say that. But why NOW?! I  mean, you have no idea how on the edge I am, mentally. My brain is  seriously FULL! I can't handle one more new thing. This isn't the time  to get into some kind of whole new scheme-y power play! Not now. Do you  want me to have a complete nervous breakdown or something?!"

Akami had turned to look at Suzanne speak, bringing a profile of one of Akami's breasts into Alan's view.

Alan felt the urge to reach out and fondle it, but he couldn't move his hands. He clanked his handcuffs around in frustration.

Akami had still been holding out hope that Alan might resume  fucking her, since his erection was still deep inside her. But conceding  the fucking was definitely over, she reluctantly disgorged his dick out  of her soaked pussy. Then she stood up and staggered away. She was  still weak-kneed from her orgasm.

Suzanne walked around Alan's chair so she could make eye  contact with him. She knelt down between his legs, but ignored his  bobbing erection as she addressed him with great earnestness. She was  not without guile though, and used her upper arms to press her breasts  up and outwards towards him. She knew the sight of her deep cleavage  would addle his thinking a bit.

"Sweetie, listen. You need to trust me. Do you really think  that I'd push you over the mental brink? I love you. Do you think that  Xania would want to mentally harm you?" She nodded in Xania's direction  as Xania also walked around the chair Alan was sitting in to face him.

"I have no idea what to think," Alan replied with honest  exasperation, while staring into Suzanne's strategically forward  thrusting breasts. Just watching her breathe was slightly hypnotic for  him. "My life is so freaking amazing and bizarre that I don't know up  from down or left from right. I just need to rest."

"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.