Heather was extremely frustrated. Her body was still very aroused, but she was too depressed to masturbate any longer. She wanted her Sir, and not mere fingers, or even a dildo or vibrator. Nothing else would do.
She kicked her high heels off. For some reason, it was no fun wearing them, if Alan wasn't on the phone with her anymore.
She also felt guilty. It seems like Sir was trying to be nicer than usual. I'm actually kinda bummed that he didn't call me his "personal cum dump" and all that, like usual. But in a way, I'm kinda glad, too. I know he does care for me and he isn't just getting off on fucking the most beautiful girl in school.
Why do I keep managing to piss him off? Why do I keep getting fucking punished? Where are my damn rewards already?! Doesn't he know how much I need him?
She sat up on her bed and stretched out like a yawning cat. She pretended that he was behind her, admiring her. You see this perfect, tanned ass on my perfect, tanned body? It needs your fat cock in it at least once a day, churning around, plunging so fuckin' deep, like only you can do! Driving me mad with lust!
Look at me, Sir! Look at my body! Why aren't you here with me right now? It's no good without you. I can't even masturbate, because it pales in comparison. Are the other women in your harem really that good that you'd turn THIS down? She wiggled her ass seductively.
But of course there was no answer, and she lay back down in frustration.
Where are you, Sir? Why do you make me suffer? I want to feel your sweaty, hunky body lying on top of mine. Even if I can't feel your thickness buried in my butt, I just wanna hold you, and kiss you, and cuddle with you.
Wait a second. Cuddle? Ha! Let's not go that far. I can't let him worm his way deeper into my heart. I'll only get hurt. I love him too much as it is. I need to be tough! That's why I have to gain the upper hand. Right now, I'm totally helpless. If he decides to extend this no anal ban for a full week - or longer! - there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. That's completely unacceptable.
The fact is, he's getting too big for his britches. Doesn't he remember that I RULE our high school? Look at the way I blatantly flaunt the school's dress code, for instance. I'm untouchable! Just because he has such a fuckin' big, thick cock, with all that tasty cum inside, and fucks my ass like some kind of fuckin' god, he thinks he can push me around. How quickly he forgets that only a couple of months ago, everyone considered him a mere nerd.
I need to take him down a notch. That's not being disloyal; that's actually helping him out, helping him see reality. I'd be doing him a favor, to be honest. This fight today is a good case in point. Look at how much trouble he found himself in because he thinks he can have a harem and fuck any girl he wants.
He spends far too much time with other girls, and far too little time with his cock crammed up my butt. I actually don't mind him fucking other girls, just so long as it happens on MY terms. I could introduce him to some of the Blondies, and let him fuck them from time to time. That'd increase my control over him, and them. He'll be safer and happier as MY boyfriend, operating under MY protection.
Once he understands his place, then I won't have to mess around with blackmailing him and sneaking behind his back. The first step is making him understand that those other girls have to go, starting with Christine. UGH! I'll bet dollars to donuts that she tried to make a move on him today. After all, they left to go to the hospital together, and it's totally obvious how they've been drooling over each other lately.
She mockingly imitated Christine's voice. "Oh, Alan! My hero! You saved me! Let me rub my big titties in your face. They're so sore. Can you suck on them while I suck on your cock?"
She shuddered in disgust. I have to act FAST before that happens, if it hasn't happened already! It's not like I ENJOY defying his wishes and running the risk of serious no anal punishment, but there's no way I'm just going to sit around, and let the likes of the Ice Queen and Ms. Rhymer steal all of his attention and all of his cum. No fucking way!
She lay back on her bed, more frustrated than ever. She knew that she'd have a very difficult time getting to sleep. She soon rolled over on her front, though, so she wouldn't be tempted to grind her ass into the mattress for even that small bit of stimulation.
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Back at the Plummer house, Alan sighed with relief as he put the phone down. "Well, it's safe to talk now, Sis." He took some deep breaths.
"Mmmm-hmmm." Katherine was enjoying sucking his cock too much to stop just yet.
"I don't know," he said, musing out loud. "I was trying to be nicer to Heather with that call. I told myself that I'd try for a velvet glove approach instead of an iron fist. But she's just so insanely frustrating to deal with! Grrr. I think I was probably too soft. I just wanna be able to be nice to her, you know? But maybe she's not ready for that yet. In fact, it'd probably only embolden her. Somehow, I need to convince her once and for all that I'm the top dog and resistance is useless. Then we wouldn't have this power struggle all the time, and we could develop a real friendship. But I don't know how to get there from here. Either that, or I could try to extricate myself from her clutches. But that's not exactly easy either."
He sighed again, but this time with frustration. His thoughts bothered him so much that he was hardly paying attention to his sister's great tongue work.
For the last week or so, he'd been kicking around some thoughts on how to introduce his friend Sean to Heather. For a long time now, he'd made it clear to her that he would give her other lovers to help satisfy her great lust, and he'd told Sean that he wanted him to take over "managing" Heather as much as possible.
So far, nothing had come of that, because Sean was not yet ready for any kind of sexual interaction with Heather. It wasn't just a question of performing well sexually, it was the psychological games that were a necessary part of dealing with her, what Alan called his "Sir Mode." Clearly, Sean was not ready for that, as he was still too intimidated by Heather's bitchy persona, and hung up on his puppy love feelings for her.
The basic idea was to set Heather up for a hot fuck, and then let Sean do the honors while she was blindfolded. So long as Sean didn't say anything, she wouldn't know who Alan had let fuck her. And Sean could thus get initiated and learn how to please her sexually before needing to interact with her and carry on a conversation. In the meantime though, Heather would be trying to figure out who the mystery man was who kept fucking her.
Then, after a couple of weeks of Heather getting pounded by her mystery man (and bursting with curiosity to find out who he was because she was enjoying it despite herself), when Sean finally revealed his identity to her, presumably she wouldn't blow him off (or worse, laugh in his face), but instead she'd be "ready for more" and be willing to let him fuck her from then on. And with Sean far more willing to have sex with her than Alan was himself, she'd soon be turning to Sean to feed her need for anal exercise rather than Alan, due to simple availability, if nothing else.
He thought, The problem is, I don't know if this plan is actually workable. More significantly, I'm not sure if it's even desirable. Do I well and truly want to give Heather up? I simultaneously like, love, and hate her. I alway enjoy interacting with her, in some kind of inexplicable way, as stressful as it always is. And she does have an insanely strong ass that's incredibly fun to fuck. But on the other hand, I'm veryy over-committed, while Heather is insatiable and very difficult and demanding. I just don't know.
As the minutes passed, he found himself continually reconsidering his plan.