6TAD Chapter 1145: Man oh man oh man! (Patreon)

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When Alan came to a little while later, he remained lying still for a  bit before he opened his eyes. The blindfold was gone. A big smile  immediately crossed his face as he remembered what an intense and  wonderful experience he'd just had. He tested his body and realized that  his handcuffs were gone as well. Then his ears perked up and he noticed  that some new music he didn't recognize was playing on the stereo.

Some kind of classical music, he thought. That must  mean Suzanne changed the CD. Ah well, I guess it is kind of relaxing.  I'm sure I'm never going to hear the album "Revolver" in the same way  again though. Wow.

He opened his eyes and looked around. Susan, Katherine, and  Xania were sitting together nearby, intensely talking. They were all  fully dressed, wearing different clothes than what they had been wearing  earlier. Though their privates were all covered up, the clothes were  all too sexy to wear in public. He already found his lustful thoughts  returning again, even if his penis wasn't ready to join in the fun again  quite yet.

He quickly discerned that Xania was in the middle of one of her consulting sessions.

He didn't see Suzanne and Akami at first though, but he  looked around the room until he could find them. Suzanne had her hands  pressed up against the wall and her ass thrust high up in the air. She  was wearing nothing but a short skirt, and that was hanging uselessly  around her middle. Akami was right behind her, wearing her medical garb  again.

Alan thought, Hmmm. She appears to be examining Suzanne's  ass quite closely. In fact, it looks like she's examining Suzanne's  asshole ... with her tongue? Whoa, man. Sexy! What an evening!

The three others had caught on that Alan had woken up from seeing his head turning. Their conversation came to a hasty stop.

Katherine said so he could hear, "Sleepyhead lives! He's aliiiive!" She giggled.

Alan muttered, "Barely. Wow, guys. That was something else."

Katherine joked, "Well, he's alive, but brain damaged,  apparently. He seems to think that we're guys. Big Corinthian Column  Brother, take a look at Xania's chest and make another guess about her  gender."

Alan did look at Xania's chest. While at first glance he  thought her upper torso was well covered, he realized that her cleavage  was totally exposed and then some. There was a slit in the front of her  top that went nearly down to her belly button. By covering most  everything else, it highlighted the almost impossibly deep shadows of  her bountiful cleavage even more.

He played along. "Dang. My mistake. That's aaaalll woman."

Xania had been holding a coin in her hand, waiting for Alan  to awaken. She lifted her hand palming the coin over her cleavage and  dropped it down. Then, grinning, she said to him, "I seem to have lost  my coin, and my hands can't reach. Would you do me a favor and poke your  long dick in there and kind of slide it all around and up and down to  find it? It may take you a while 'cos my breasts all are oiled up. See  how they shine?"

Her top had a front zipper on it which was already mostly  unzipped, but she unzipped it the rest of the way, and then thrust all  of her large orbs out of the opening. Just as she'd said, they were  glistening with lubrication.

Susan, who was also wearing a new outfit and sat further down  the sofa from Xania, thought out loud, "What a great idea! Why didn't I  ever think of that? I'm going to have to keep my cleavage well-oiled  every day. Maybe that'll inspire Tiger to fuck me there a little more  often. Angel, we can add that to our morning anal lubing ritual. I just  wish there was something I could do to prep my cunt and mouth to make  them more son-fuckable too."

Alan's physical penis remained as flaccid as could be, but if  he had a mental penis to measure his mental arousal, then it would have  gotten painfully hard in a matter of seconds. But all he could do was  let out a loud groan and say, "Ohhhh Gaawwwd..."

His head flopped over listlessly and stared back in the  direction of Akami and Suzanne. He could tell from the way that  Suzanne's dangling breasts were heaving, and from how her calf muscles  quivered and strained as she perched on her high heels, that Akami  really had Suzanne going. Akami looks like she's trying to fit her  entire head inside Suzanne's ass crack. Wow, that looks like fun. Mmmm,  and that nurse outfit still looks tasty. I wish I had the strength to  stand. I'd go get me some of that!

But he hardly had the energy to flop his head back towards  the other three women. He was actually a bit afraid to look at them  because they were all simply far too sexy to handle when he was  completely flaccid. He said to no one in particular, "Can someone get me  something to drink? I'm really thirsty."

Katherine got up.

Alan closed his eyes again for a little bit and relaxed. He  couldn't believe how thirsty he was considering all of the breast milk  he'd been drinking a short while before. But he thought, Given all the cum I've shot out today, I should be chugging a big bottle of water all day.

Then Katherine tapped him on the arm, causing him to open his  eyes. She handed him a glass of coffee. "Here you are, mi'lord." She  curtseyed theatrically and a little bit sarcastically.

Alan considered that curtsey and the coffee, and how he'd  made her get him a drink. Also, only as he took the coffee in his hand  did he realize that his hands were no longer cuffed behind his back.  Finally, he asked, "Was there some meaning behind picking hot coffee?"

"I just thought it would be a fun reminder," she replied.

Alan now spoke to Katherine, Susan, and Xania (since Suzanne  and Akami still seemed fully occupied with each other on the other side  of the room). "Listen. I don't know what to say. I'm so grateful for  what you all did to me. It wasn't just the giving of sexual pleasure; I  feel so much better all around. It's like I've been purified. All the  cobwebs in my brain have been cleaned out, and all the tension in my  body is gone. But at the same time, I feel guilty. Not just about being  given the deluxe treatment and all that, but about everything. I mean,  I'm the center of attention to an absurd degree, and why? Just because  I'm the only one here with a dick? It's not right."

Xania said, "Did you hear what Suzanne said earlier? You all  have a symbiotic relationship here. Everyone benefits. Sure, you climax  six times a day or whatever it is nowadays, but just about everyone else  in this house cums that much in a day too, which is amazing by female  standards. Susan, how often do you cum in a day?"

Susan replied a matter-of-factly, "It varies a lot. But  generally as much as my pussy can take before it gets too sore, and then  a little bit more. Tiger, you keep me walking on air all the time. Just  sitting here in the same room with my son and my master, thinking about  how I could get my tits all oiled up so he could fuck them with greater  pleasure, big milky tits that he has completely tamed and marked as his  personal property I might add, well, it just gets me SO HOT! I could  never have believed that such constant happiness is even possible!"

Xania had a hard time keeping a straight face because Susan was so amusingly arousable. She thought, Susan  practically worked herself into a climax just answering that question. I  can't help but be envious of how deliriously happy she is. I think she  has more fun just thinking about having sex with her son than I do when I  actually have sex with anyone. But she merely turned and asked, "And you, Katherine?"

"Ditto, minus the big milky tits part." She pouted in Alan's  direction, "Brother won't let me lactate yet!" Then she continued with  Xania, "I average more than six times a day, easily. Before Akami came  into our lives, I could hardly cum at all. If I managed to get myself  off, period, that was, like, a huge deal. Big brother, I know you were  the center of attention just now, but ALL of us had heaps of fun doing  what we just did to you."

Alan, slowly reviving, said, "Okay, I expect that kind of  treatment every day... Kidding! Just kidding! Seriously, I still feel  bad about it." He clicked his fingers as an inspiration hit him. "But I  know what'll make it better. We need to do that to everyone else here.  Like, Kat we could put YOU on the table next time and give you the full  on feathers and ice cube treatment. We'll take turns."

Katherine's face glowed with pleasure at that prospect.  "Cool! I'm soooo all over that! You see? Don't stress. It all evens out.  Xania, have you ever seen a cooler, more lovable master? We're just one  big happy family here. Bro, that's what you needed today, so that's  what you got. That's what lovers do for each other."

Katherine had been thinking about Xania's little coin trick a  short while before. Seizing a pause in the conversation, she said, "Oh,  Big Pope Hat Brother, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure." He sat up a bit and his face immediately showed consideration and concern.

Katherine continued seriously, "It's just that, I seem to  have something in the back of my throat. I think it's a hairball or  something like that. Would you be so kind as to slip your cock between  my lips and, well, basically vigorously fuck my face to get it out? Oh,  and you might want to deposit a big spermy load down my throat as long  as you're back there." Her face finally broke into a very gleeful smile.  She was especially proud of her reference to having a hairball, since  it played off of her new feline persona.

Xania teased playfully, running a finger down her cleavage, "Hold on. He has to find my coin first."

Susan jumped in too. "Wait! Tiger, you won't believe this, but I have some kind of annoying itch in the back of my pussy..."

At that, everyone burst into laughter.

Just then, Suzanne wobbled over on unsteady legs to join the  others. She and Akami were done with their lovemaking, and were putting  their clothes back on. She said to Alan, "Sorry, Son. Looks like I left  you with the Three Stooges." She eyed his crotch. "They don't even have  the sense to save their come-on's until you can get an erection. Tsk,  tsk. But in any case. I heard every word. I've just never had a chance  to have fun with Akami one on one, so we were, um, kind of getting to  know each other a little better. However, I was hoping you could get  back to the serious conversation you were having about submissiveness."

Alan grabbed Suzanne's hand as it came within range and  brought it to his face. He kissed the back of her hand like a gallant  gentleman (though he hardly looked the part since he was still lying on a  coffee table completely naked).

"What was that for?" Suzanne asked. She was inordinately pleased by his little gesture.

"That's to say thanks for pushing me to try something new.  I'm sorry I didn't trust you. If that's what being submissive is, then  I'm all for it!"

Akami walked up to the group, as she also finished dressing.  "Well, knock me over with a feather. Alan Plummer saying those words? I  never thought I'd hear that." She glanced at the watch she'd just put  back around her wrist and said to the group, "It sounds like you're on  the verge of a very interesting conversation, but unfortunately I can't  stay. I don't know about you all, but I'm one of those people who wakes  up early every morning, even if it's a holiday. I need to get some  sleep."

"Awww shucks," Alan said. He felt his body reviving more and  managed to sit all the way up. He took Akami's hand in his and kissed it  just as he'd kissed Suzanne's. "Thanks for everything. Especially  thanks for coming."

Akami laughed. "Do you spell that with two 'm's' and a 'u' or  one 'm' and an 'o'? Either way, when I say 'it was my pleasure,'  believe me, I really mean it!"

The group laughed.

Akami then said, "Thank YOU, Alan, for having me." She  laughed again and said, "Oops, everything I say seems to have a double  meaning. In any case, I really should go. Thanks to all of you for  having me, and Suzanne, in your case I DO mean that both ways. I've been  tickled pink that- ... Wait. Even that can be taken the wrong way!"

The group laughed harder.

Akami asked only half-jokingly, "Alan, you are going to  finish tickling my pink slit soon, aren't you? Despite the four day  vacation, I think it's time for another medical examination this  Friday."

"We'll see," Alan replied. He wondered if he went, if Akami  would even bother with any medical procedures this time before the  fucking commenced.

Akami frowned. "Hmmm. That's not much of an answer. But in  any case, this has to have been one of the best, and certainly the most  memorable, nights of my life."

Everyone, even a still recovering Alan, got up and saw Akami to the front door.

Alan felt a tad funny about his appearance. He had a habit of  at least keeping his shirt on while having sex, but this time he was  buck naked while all the women around him were completely dressed.

As soon as the door closed behind Akami, Xania eyed Alan and  said, "Look what we have here. Our own little cabana boy. Our little  naked sex slave."

Alan grinned. "Sex Slave Alan, that's me. Now I really  understand this whole submissive thing and I seriously dig it as an  occasional change of pace kind of thing."

Suzanne chuckled a bit condescendingly. "Well, not exactly.  You misunderstand completely, if you think that now you can relate to  how we feel when you treat us submissively."

"What do you mean? I let go. I know what it means to place  all of your trust in someone else and let them do to you whatever they  want. I totally let go and just felt. Isn't that what it's all about?"

Suzanne rolled her eyes. "Well, partly. But you weren't being  dominated at all. Restrained, yes, dominated, no. You were being fawned  over and loved. It's completely different, actually. There are so many  facets to the BDSM world. You were just taking your first tentative baby  steps, at best, into that."

"Baby steps? Well, I gotta say, if that was baby steps, then bring it on! I want the whole package."

Xania and Suzanne looked at each other significantly, as silent communication flashed intensely between the two of them.

Suzanne asked Alan in a portentous voice, "Do you understand what you're saying?"

"Sure. Earlier, I was really frazzled. But now I'm ready for  anything. Yes I'm still weary, but it's a good weary. It's like, have  you ever gone into a really, really boiling hot tub and when you get out  you can hardly stand? But then there's a deep satisfaction deep in your  bones and even a new energy. That's exactly how I feel now. That was  one of the most pleasurable experiences of my life. I wanna see what  else I'm missing."

Suzanne looked at him intently and questioningly. "Sweetie, I  don't think you understand. Actually, I know you don't understand. Do  you remember what it was like when Glory blindfolded you and spanked  you? That whole 'Michelle' incident? Do you remember how traumatized you  were?"

"Oooh... Yeah. I completely forgot. Dang. That was pretty bad. I didn't like that AT ALL."

Suzanne's voice seemed to take on a darker, smokier tone to  it that carried both promises and a not-so-subtle warning. "That was a  more typical submissive experience. Except that it shouldn't have been  traumatic. If it's done right and you're in the right frame of mind, it  can be extremely pleasurable."

He considered that for a long moment, then said, "Well, like I  said, bring it on. If I'm ever in the mood for it, that would be now.  And when I made that promise to you, Mother, to allow you to turn the  tables, what you're talking about now is more of what I was expecting.  So I'm not afraid. Let's give it a try. If I don't like it, we can  always just stop. I know what safe words are for. Let's make my safe  word, uh, submarine." (He still had the Beatles' "Revolver" album in his  mind.)

Xania asked with growing excitement, "You wanna go full on? You sure?" Her face was flushed with anticipation.

"Full on," he firmly replied. "After all, it's good for me to  know what you all experience when you're in the submissive mindset.  Plus, I really got into the whole giving up of control thing. Whenever I  have sex lately, it feels like I'm in the driver's seat, always making  the decisions. People look to me for where to go next and to set the  pace. Not to mention that I always feel a big pressure to live up to the  high expectations of my vastly overrated reputation. It would be nice  to let someone else worry about all that for change and just be ...  helpless."

Suzanne was extremely excited. She glided over to the  underwear cabinet just a few feet from where they all stood by the front  door, muttering, "Man oh man oh man!" With a dramatic flourish, she  opened a drawer and pulled out some clothes.

She held up some black leather dominatrix gear. "I didn't  dare to dream, but it looks like I can actually wear this kind of stuff  for what it was intended, and not just in a fashion show. Yes! Sweetie, I  still can't believe you're only eighteen. You continually impress me  with your maturity. Come on, everyone, let's all try this stuff on.  Between this cabinet and upstairs, we've got more dominatrix outfits  than you can shake a stick at."

Katherine joked, "Big Cluster of Celery Stalks Brother, is  that true? You want to follow us and shake your stick to test it out?"  She giggled.