6 Times a Day

ReaperCrew Bonus Chapter 2 Final

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Alan hurried to school. Once he locked his bike up, he bee-lined directly to the theater room.

He found Heather and Simone waiting by the door. Once again, Heather had the key to the room on her, but frustratingly she couldn't use it as she didn't want Alan to know she had the key. That really, really annoyed her and put her in a grumpy mood. Additionally, Alan hadn't fucked her ass since Thursday. She felt that if it wasn't going to happen that day, she was going to lose her mind.

"Took you long enough," Heather complained as Alan came up. "We've been waiting ten minutes."

"Good morning to you too, Heather." He noted that she was wearing a light blue top that showed off most of her stomach but was otherwise conservatively cut by Heather's usual standards. But she mostly made up for it with incredibly short and tight black leather shorts. He wondered if the school administration would allow her to dress like that.

He turned and said, "And to you, Simone."

Simone nodded back in a friendly way.

He smiled at Simone and regarded her. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a white top that also exposed most of her stomach, but overall her outfit was restrained compared to Heather's shorts. He turned again and frowned at Heather. "And by the way, where's my 'sir'?"

"But we're outside!" Heather replied, surprised. Very belatedly and reluctantly, she added, "Sir."

Alan didn't point out that there was no one anywhere near, but rather, said, "I told you you'll call me 'sir' anywhere, anytime. That wasn't just pretend." He unlocked and opened the door as he said this.

"Wait!" Heather said anxiously, thinking through the implications. "What if we're at the cafeteria with everybody around? I can't just say 'Sir' to you! Um, Sir."

"You can."

"But-"

"Yes, it will be embarrassing for you," Alan said evenly. "If you've got a problem with that, then leave now." He acted like he was in complete charge, but inside he was afraid. He crossed his fingers behind his back, hoping that Heather was buying his "tough guy" act.

Heather was tempted to leave, or at least tell him off, but that same tough guy act was suddenly making her quite horny. She felt her nipples harden as she imagined herself calling Alan "Sir" at the 'Blondie' table, where all her closest friends sat. She pictured them pointing and laughing. But in what was becoming a vivid daydream, she imagined that Alan was far from bothered by that. Instead, he pointed to a spot on the ground right in front of him and sneered at her, "Suck me off, bitch. Right here, right now."

There was a hush in the cafeteria as she stumbled out of her seat and fell to her knees. Then a murmur of disbelief arose as she started to lick...

One of her 'Blondie' friends shouted, "Heather, what the hell is wrong with you?! You can't do that in a public place!"

Heather panted while she feverishly licked, "But my Sir... Sir wants it... He needs it!"

Back in the real world, Alan wondered why Heather had her eyes closed and a silly grin on her face. "I thought not," he said to her in reality, startling her out of her fantasy.

Her grumpy mood was long gone and she was suddenly quite horny, thanks to the "sir" rule as well as her fantasy.

Alan looked around the room, and said, "Now, let's get started. I can see we're a bit short of half an hour, so I'll dive right in. Why don't you two get a little comfortable? Meaning, take your clothes off. You don't mind, do you, Simone?"

"Why should I mind? You and I have already fucked," Simone pointed out, giving him a sexy wink and licking her lips as she started to undress.

"Good. Then hopefully you won't mind sucking me off while I talk to Heather. After you strip, of course."

Simone merely smiled and licked her lips even more suggestively.

Heather's eyes went wide and her usual cool demeanor completely crumbled. Jesus H. Christ, I WANT him! Her pussy was rapidly lubricating as she struggled to hide the signs of her arousal. Using her great willpower, she forced her superior and smug smile to return to her face.

Alan continued, "Now. Heather. I'm going to give you a choice. I'm going to lay out what this Inner Bitch Training of yours is all about and you can either agree to the full program or say no. If you say yes, then I expect no defiance and Simone and I will punish any failure on your part. If you say no, then I'm going to simply walk away and wish you well in life. Maybe I'll fuck you from time to time if I feel like it, maybe not, but I'll certainly wash my hands of any effort to reform your character. Do you understand?"I think you should take a look at

"Of course. I'm not some clueless dipshit. And I'm listening." Heather was struggling to get out of her outrageously tighter-than-tight short shorts as she said this, but she still somehow managed to look haughty and defiant as she did so.

"All right. I've been giving this some thought. Believe it or not, Heather, I actually do care about you in some weird way, and I honestly want to see you change for the better. This is not just some elaborate ruse to have a lot of anal sex with you. You know full well that you'll already give me your ass, and gladly, any time I want it. Won't you?"

Heather didn't verbally answer, but she blushed a bit and averted her eyes.

Alan couldn't recall ever seeing Heather blush before. Normally she would have gone on the offensive and sneered or made some cutting insult to cover up her feelings. He considered it a hard won victory that she would permit herself to appear even that vulnerable in front of him. Plus, he was pleased to see just how beautiful Heather looked with a demure blush deepening her all-over tan.

He continued, "Okay. The basics. We've discovered that you're practically a different person when your ass is filled, so here's what's going to happen. You'll come to school every single school day with your ass cleaned out, lubed up, and ready for stuffing. You'll be stuffed with a large dildo, though for you we're going to call it a Bitch Trainer. Imagine that with capital letters. Simone will usually be the one to load and unload your Bitch Trainers since I'm simply far too busy to do it myself, although I may check in on things from time to time. Simone will be given a copy of the key to this room because I'm not going to get here early every day just to let the two of you in. Simone, I can trust you with the key, can't I?"

Simone, now completely nude, straightened up and exuded composed confidence. "Yes. Absolutely."

Alan openly admired Simone for a few moments. He thought, Dang, she's one sexy babe. Excellent! Even though I've fucked her, I've never really realized just how friggin' muscular she is. But then again I hear she's a star player on all the women's sports teams she plays on, so it figures. Since Heather's pretty buff herself, I wonder who would win in a cat fight. I wouldn't mind watching that!

I think I've been underestimating my ebony vixen. I won't mind fucking her more often. I could praise her body to the high heavens, but now's not the time, since Heather won't take it too well.

Simone, however, could see the way Alan was eyeing her as if truly seeing her for the first time, and she felt flush with unexpected feelings. She was far more impressed by the little she'd seen of Alan than she'd been by any of her own boyfriends. Sure, most of them were bigger or more handsome, but Alan was in a completely different league now that she knew how he handled himself in the bedroom and out of it.

However, she'd seen how Heather had fallen in love with Alan, and all the problems that had resulted from that, and she vowed not to make the same mistake.

Alan gestured for Simone to stand directly in front of him. Once she did so, he took one of Simone's hands, laced his fingers through hers, and brought the back of her hand up. Then he brushed his lips across her skin in a feather-light kiss.

That made Simone's entire body shiver and tingle. It was exactly the sort of unconsciously casual tenderness that she'd so rarely gotten from any other boy she'd been with that made the gesture so moving for her.

He said to her, "Good. We'll talk about that in private some more, later. By the way, feel free to start sucking at any time." He winked at her before releasing her hand.

Simone slithered down to the floor. But instead of starting to suck on Alan's erection, she just held it and examined it, getting reacquainted with it. It was like she was trying to tickle it, the way she gently ran her fingertips up and down it.

Alan liked that a lot, but he turned and spoke to Heather. "And you, I want your mouth free to talk, but I'm sure you can find some way to put your hot body to use. Entertain me."

Heather thought, Fucking asshole! I would tell him just how and where he could go and fuck himself, except he got me too horny with all this 'Sir' talk, plus his instructions on how he's gonna control my ass. It fucking sucks that he knows he's got me, but he does!

But dammit, nobody gets the best of a Morgan woman. I'm going to out-trick the trickster. Sure, I'll do just what he says, but I'll emphasize my ass, so he'll do what I want, and fuck me where I need it most! Ha, take THAT, "Sir!"

That resolved, she spun her nude body around, since she wanted all the focus to be on her backside.

A few moments later, he looked over at Heather to see if she was ready to go yet. He was pleased to see that she was naked and posing to please him. He was surprised though that she was squatting with her back to him, knees splayed out widely and pulling her ass cheeks open, as if in anticipation of receiving his stiff erection in her favorite hole.

He grinned and thought, That's my girl, teasing with her hot body at every opportunity. Looks like she's working extra hard to take my attention from Simone, too, no doubt in hopes that I'm gonna fuck her ass. This is gonna be fun. I love seeing two vixens compete for my attention.

Since Simone hadn't started sucking him yet, he decided it wasn't too late to move to a better spot. He led both teen sexpots to an old couch in the back of the theater stage.

Once he was seated on the couch and comfortable, he said to Simone in a slightly playful, over the top manner, "Dear lady, please, could you ever be so kind as to nibble on my knob a wee bit? I would be eternally grateful."

Simone laughed at that as she dropped to her knees again. She leaned forward and started to lick. "Certainly, kind sir. It's my pleasure." She was speaking with the same over the top politeness, as if they were British royalty gathering for tea. It was all the more amusing for her to say that while licking her way around his cockhead.

Alan then turned to Heather, who was standing with her back turned in front of him trying to strike a sexy and defiant pose that highlighted her ass. His voice changed, becoming harsh and dismissive. "And you. You think you're so hot, when you're just a filthy bitch. Get down on all fours like the she dog that you are, and use your tongue on whatever Simone lets you reach. Don't get in her way. Understood?"

She thought, Wow, that's harsh, even for Alan! His words seemed to shoot through her like an arrow, going straight to her already wet and aroused pussy. "Yes, Sir."