WBDP - Brianna Delivers Pt. 09

Like all the other chapters of the World's Best Diet Plan series, this one contains scenes of consenting adults engaged in bondage and discipline, including spanking. It also contains oral and anal sex, interracial sex, and lesbian sex as well as a deep abiding love between the main characters. If any of these topics will offend you, don't read further.

*****

"Your mother is a remarkable woman, Sam," Brianna said. "I've never met anyone like her."

"She is, isn't she."

We got back in the car and pulled away. As soon as we did, we all stripped off our clothes. Freedom once more. The only reason I hadn't entirely enjoyed Mom's visit, was the necessity of wearing clothes whenever she was around. I asked Chantelle how many times she'd cum while we were outside the car.

"Twice, Monsieur. I am very sensitive. Would it be possible for Monsieur to give his slave respite?"

"No. I'm afraid not."

I felt her cunt. It was extremely wet, a veritable swamp at the moment. Her fluids had run down her legs in visible streaks. The Vibe was dying, reaching the end of it's charge. I pulled it out and Chantelle breathed a sigh of relief, a sigh quickly becoming a moan of despair when I pulled a fresh one out of my short's pockets and fitted it in her. I turned it on, putting it on program four and fast vibration. I plunged my fingers into her pussy and felt her begin spasming into another climax, though the muscles of her vagina, gripped my fingers less tightly than she could. They were probably becoming tired from the frequency of her orgasms. This was the thirteenth one since I put the Vibe in.

I handed the old one to Marcia to lick clean.

"Who won the 'Queen for the Night' contest?" Brianna asked. "Marcia told me about it when she asked for the services of my slave."

"Chantelle," I said.

"Does that have a little to do with why she's being tormented today?"

"Perhaps," I admitted. "She rode me for two orgasms for herself in the middle of the night without relieving me. She left me hanging and it took me over half an hour to fall asleep again. I'm sure she did it hoping I would spank her in the morning when her slavery to me began, which I did, but she enjoys them too much for it to be a suitable punishment. She's like Marcia. For her, to be a real punishment, it usually has to be orgasm denial. Orgasm denial is too much work when I want to use the slave myself, so I decided to go the other way with Chantelle."

"I believe I've been neglecting some of my slaves who crave discipline since the babies were born. I'm sure Monique requires a good spanking, as well as a few others. Perhaps I could impose on you this evening at the pool to properly paddle all my slaves who crave a good spanking?"

"I love to paddle a comely woman's bottom. I'd be delighted to assist you."

"Excellent. We shall also inform everyone of yours and Marcia's decision to grant anyone access to your sperm without the need for either secrecy or slavery. Those who choose to tell you may do so."

"Sounds exciting."

"You wouldn't happen to have a condom with you today, would you?" Brianna asked. "I was thinking a good fucking would go well about now."

"I'm sorry, but I don't. Neither Marcia nor Chantelle require one."

"Too bad." Brianna spread her legs and called Marcia to lick her cunt again. "You can fuck your slave while she eats me out."

"Don't mind if I do," I said.

I waited until Marcia was fully engaged in pleasuring Brianna before putting my cock at the entrance to her cunt and sliding in. She was wet, stimulated by her use this morning, but not permitted to cum. All it took was a dozen strokes and Marcia was cumming hard. Brianna had to grab her hair and force her attention back to her needy clit. I pumped her to a second climax, but stopped before cumming myself, pulling out when her spasms eased. Brianna was cumming. Chantelle had cum five more times since leaving the airport. She hung rather limply from her cuffs, totally exhausted. A puddle of her cum was under her and the interior of both thighs were drenched. She'd been squeezing her legs together as if she could somehow slow or abate the sensations caused by the Vibe, totally coating both legs to the knees.

Releasing Chantelle from her suspension, I pushed her face down over a seat and plunged my cock up her cunt. It was like putting it into a bowl of warm soup, it squished into her. As soon as I did, she orgasmed again. I could barely tell she was climaxing but for her moans; she could barely squeeze down on my shaft.

She cried piteously. "Monsieur, please. It is too much. Have mercy. I'm exhausted."

I ignored her, continuing to pump my cock into her pussy until I reached my own peak and released my cum into her already soaking cunt. When I was finished, I turned off her Vibe.

"You may have an hours rest," I said. I set the timer on my watch.

"Merci, Monsieur."

She curled into a little ball on the floor. Fluids leaked from her cunt, mine and especially her own. I pointed it out to Marcia and asked she clean it carefully, but not to give her any further orgasms for now. Marcia curled up behind her back, head to bottom, and carefully licked our juices, staying away from her clit and slit as much as possible.

I sat next to Brianna.

"I suspect Chantelle will be very careful teasing you before she's your slave in the future," Brianna said. She pointed to my slick dick. "I would be happy to clean your cock for you, if you wish."

"If you don't mind, since my slave is busy."

"I don't mind. It's only you, Chantelle and maybe a little of Marcia. I've tasted all of you before."

Brianna slid down on the seat so she could be comfortable as she sucked. She held my limp organ up to her lips and parted them to suck me into her mouth. She was very tender and gentle. She soon had both my cock and balls clean, but didn't stop. I started to grow in her mouth and still she sucked and licked my prick. She was a big girl and knew what she was getting into, so I didn't bother stopping her. She kept up the delightful licking and sucking until my balls churned up a nice load of cum into her voracious mouth. She cleaned up the remains of this discharge as well, wiping her lips to catch a stray drop which tried to escape.

"Thank you," I said. "If you're not careful, some people may begin to wonder if you're really a lesbian."

Brianna laughed. "There's no doubt of that. You're the only one I will ever do this for again, and only because you're the father of our children and I care so deeply for you. Even Bill Thornhill, handsome devil though he might be, will never feel my lips wrapped around his beautiful prick."

"So you do pay attention to a cock once in awhile?"

"I can appreciate a nice one. It's not like I've given up my desire to feel my cunt filled up once in awhile. It's why we use strap-ons. It's usually the person at the other end of it that's the problem."

"So you like the person at the other end of my cock?"

"Very much. You're nearly unique in terms of the men I've met. Confident in your masculinity without being a macho asshole. Recognizing being a lesbian is not some failing on the woman's part and not merely because she hasn't met the right man yet. You let me be lesbian without being threatened by it somehow, incorporating women into your interactions with us so we can be more comfortable having sex with you. If I didn't love Marcia so much, I might keep you around as a sex toy."

I heard Marcia snort in laughter. Even Chantelle was giggling.

"If you tried," Marcia said, "you'd probably find yourself at the opposite end of a collar and chain. Master doesn't react well to being a plaything. Ask Chantelle."

I kissed Brianna. "She's right. I don't do well at the collar end of a chain. Marcia's little experiment at the beginning of our trip proved it to my satisfaction."

"It would be my number two reason for not trying. I found myself at the end of your chain once before and it was too comfortable. I prefer not to be there. I'm glad you both decided I don't need to submit further in order to have more children."

"I don't need to be on the end of a chain to pleasure you," I said. "I'm perfectly willing to do for you what you just did for me."

"I would like that," Brianna said, smiling.

I waited for Brianna to get comfortable on the seat, then knelt between her legs. Her arousal was clearly visible. Marcia had given her several orgasms and perhaps, sucking my cock had stirred her excitement as well. Her moisture was beaded on her inner lips and her clitoris had already risen partially from it's hiding place in her folds. She'd given me a heavenly blow job and I was determined to return the favor. I drew close to her cleft and inhaled her fragrance, tangy with a tinge of sweetness. I began by dragging my tongue up her slit from the perineum to her clit, gathering the dew already visible and stimulating her nerve endings to produce more. She moaned. I felt my cock stir again. Nothing like a heartfelt moan of pleasure to stimulate Mr. Happy.

I left off her slit for now, instead making little kisses, licks, and nips around the periphery of her mound, from the soft skin of her inner thighs to the creased juncture of mound and leg, the sides of her vulva to the tantalizing strip of skin between her rectum and sheath. I tried to address every nerve ending in the vicinity of her pleasure centers without touching the core itself. In a relatively short time, her pussy was fully flowered and her hips were twisting, seeking my tongue for her more immediate attention. I managed to avoid her questing cunt until I noticed more of her love fluid starting to seep from her folds. I did another swipe up her slit and she sighed in relief to actually feel me touching her intimate parts.

Given I'd let her stew enough in her own juices, I inserted two fingers of my right hand into her molten core and lightly stroked her g-spot. My lips settled over her clitoris and I gently sucked while flicking my tongue over the frantic nub of flesh. Brianna grabbed my head and held my face planted against her open cunt while bucking her hips against me. Marcia got up and pulled Chantelle with her. She planted Chantelle's mouth over one of Brianna's breasts while she grabbed the other one and started tweaking the nipple while forcing her tongue into Brianna's mouth, frantically kissing her. Brianna screamed into Marcia's mouth, surrendering to a monstrous orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she screamed. "Keep sucking my clit, keep sucking, don't stop." Her legs quivered and her stomach had tightened to force her groin into my face, shuddering in rapid little twitches, her ass off the seat as she sought to extend her release. I obeyed, causing continuous aftershocks to flicker like lightning from her cunt to every other nerve center and back again, amplified by the tongue and fingers on her nipples. It was a couple minutes before she started to release her grip in my hair and her ass sank back to the seat.

"Fuck me!" Brianna ordered. "Fuck me now!"

"I already told you I don't have a condom," I warned.

"I don't give a shit. Fill me up with your cock. I want to feel you inside of me, now," Brianna insisted. "You can pull out before you cum, but I want to be fucked now."

I was ready. Licking her cunt had left my cock harder than differential calculus. I got in the general vicinity of her pussy and Chantelle put it in for me. I sank like a stone into her liquid heat and Brianna sighed when she felt me bottom out in her cunt.

"Fuck me now, you bastard. Fuck me hard and fast."

Hard and fast, huh. I started pounding her like a pile driver, slamming into her clit with my pubic bone on every stroke. Marcia and Chantelle continued working her breasts and Marcia was kissing her like there was no tomorrow. She quickly went into another orgasm, this one stronger than the one before, then another on it's coat tails, not quite as strong. The limo came to a stop and Monique opened the door.

"We're home," she said, then saw what was going on, laughing to see the tangled, sweaty mass of bodies we'd become.

I had the endurance of a bull. I'd come twice on the drive home and would be able to hold out for some time, so I just kept pumping her pretty pussy, assisted by my two slaves. Brianna's legs were wrapped loosely around my hips, giving me enough room to withdraw, but pulling me hard into her each time she felt me moving towards her again. Ten minutes later I was still slamming her slit, though I was getting close now. I increased my speed, pushing hard for my own orgasm. As far as I could tell, Brianna had trembled through one orgasm after another.

Feeling my spunk making it's journey from my sack to my crown, I pulled out just in time, shooting jetting streams into Chantelle's face and hair, Brianna's stomach and pubic mound, and finally dribbling out the last few drops onto her clit, sitting proudly just below my throbbing cock.

"Even if I get pregnant again," Brianna said, "that would have been worth it. A truly masterful job of fucking, Sam."

"I owe my success to my two lovely assistants," I said with false modesty. Actually, I was pretty keyed up I'd given her such a good time and I'm sure the grin on my face reflected it.

"You may consider your debt for the loan of my slave to be repaid, Marcia. Sam footed the bill with interest."

"Aw, shucks," I said.

"You had to say it," Marcia said, "there'll be no living with him now. His head will be so inflated, he'll think he's some kind of god now."

"A fucking god," I said. "Get it right."

"Just a good fucker. Not the same thing," Marcia said. "Let's get out of the limo now, before his fucking head becomes too big to fit out the door."

I kissed her. She laughed and hugged me. "Thank you for everything," I whispered in her ear. "I owe all this to you."

"Never forget how much I love you," she whispered back. I never would.

It was after 12:30 now and time to eat lunch. We'd expended a lot of energy in the limo.

I fastened my two slaves hands behind their backs again and led them to the dining room. I helped both of them kneel to either side of my chair and dished up three plates of food. There were chicken tenders with several different dipping sauces, cut up raw vegetables, which would also go well with some of the sauces and the usual salads. I stuck with the finger foods as I'd be feeding both my girls. I took turns feeding them, eating quick bites myself at times, but concentrating on them for now. I had some ideas for the majority of my food once they were satisfied. The timer on my watch went off again.

"It's time to put your Vibe in again," I told Chantelle.

"Monsieur, must you?"

"We must. Stand up." I helped her to her feet. "Feet apart."

Chantelle reluctantly did as I bid, and I reinserted the Vibe, then turned it on. Chantelle shivered.

"Remain standing. Marcia, please stand up." I helped her to her feet. "Spread your legs."

"Yes, Master," wondering what was going on.

I took the other Vibe out of my pocket and inserted it in Marcia, seating it over her clit and turning it on.

"Ladies," I announced to the room at large, "after lunch these two slaves will be suspended in the gym. I will be leaving the remotes to their vibes in the room with them. Any of you wishing to view our two lovelies climaxing or play around with the controls, feel free to join them in the gym. In fact, I suggest you do all you can to make them cum, whether you use your hands, fingers or mouths. I want them both to cum all afternoon."

I saw several of the women look at each other, silently deciding to make a little side trip to the gym this afternoon.

Marcia said, "Am I being punished, Master?"

"On the contrary. You're being rewarded for being a delicious slut. I want you to enjoy every second of this afternoon. I know you are capable of undergoing multiple orgasms. You've done so before. You may cum all you wish. You don't require my permission. I don't even need to know when you cum."

"Yes, Master."

"I wish you to remain standing here until I'm done eating."

I showed her why when I took a baby carrot and dipped it in her cunt, then ate it. I then took a little of the honey mustard sauce and smeared a little on Chantelle's nipple. I slid a piece of chicken into her pussy, taking a bite, then licking off the honey mustard from her nipple.

Brianna asked, "Is the special sauce available to everyone or are you hoarding it all for yourself."

"I think this seasoning should be enjoyed by everyone here, don't you? Go ahead, enjoy."

Suddenly I was swamped with female bodies crowding in to take advantage of my unique seasoning. Before we were finished eating, I knew Marcia and Chantelle both climaxed multiple times, both from the many hands, fingers, tongues and food inserted or wiped or licked off them in dining and the overwhelming effects of their Vibes continuing to thrum in their cunts and on their clits.

When everyone seemed to finish eating, I led them the gym and suspended their hands to the chin up bar, back to back. I set their remotes in front of them and left them hanging. I could see a couple other slaves standing around waiting for me to finish so they could have a go at their helpless captives. I heard Marcia cum again as I left the room. I figured Chantelle's Vibe might run low on a charge fairly quickly since it had been used already, so I put Marcia's in the charger to have a replacement when it died. While it charged, I looked over my investments to make changes as needed. I also considered the questions I wanted to ask Brianna's current investment guy when we visited him tomorrow.

The Vibe seemed to have a full charge after a couple hours; sufficient to get me through the afternoon anyway. I went back to the gym and both my slaves looked a little the worse for wear. Quite drained in matter of fact, though they still seemed to be cumming. Each of them had a slave nibbling on their sexual folds, helping the Vibes to do their job. Lucia was doing Chantelle and Riyuki was doing my wife. I was surprised not to find more cum running down their legs, but realized it was probably licked up as soon as it was released, if the two licking them now were any indication. Marcia was facing away from me, but I saw her shuddering through another climax and Riyuki seemed eager to capture all her cum.

Chantelle saw me. "Monsieur, please. I am sorry I teased you. I will not do it again. I promise."

I walked up to her and played with her left breast. She shivered. "How many times have you cum today, Chantelle?"

"I do not know. I lost track many orgasms ago."

"Why did you play with me last night?"

"I was Queen. I could. I knew you would be my Master this morning. I wanted you to spank me. I have been neglected. I believed I could force it upon you if I teased."

"Why not ask, Chantelle? Have I ever given you any indication I would not do most things you would ever ask of me? I enjoy spanking my slave. I would happily have spanked you if you asked."

"It was fun to tease you, Monsieur. I knew you were left without relief. I fell asleep holding your erection. It was the first time I was in a position of power, even for a little while. It was fun making you do my bidding." She moaned, sounding almost in pain, as she surrendered to another climax on the tongue of Lucia licking her and her Vibe.

I felt the device. It seemed weak, having difficulty to continue vibrating. I asked Lucia to give us a moment alone. She nodded and left.

"I charged this one again." I held it up to show her. "The one on you seems to be dying. This one will be much stronger."

"Monsieur. I have learned my lesson. I will not tease you again," Chantelle begged.

"I didn't mind you teasing me, Chantelle. I enjoyed it. Were you not my slave today, I would have ignored what you did, but it's never a good idea to pull the tiger's tail when the tiger has your head in it's mouth the very next morning. You were very creative. I enjoyed serving your majesty. I liked playing your games. If all you really wanted was to make sure I spanked you, all you need do is ask. Even if you're not my slave, if you have the need to feel a hand on your ass, tell me. I will ask your Mistress for permission to give you what you desire. You heard our conversation in the limo. She knows she's neglected some of her responsibilities since the birth of the twins. She wants to do right by you. Brianna understands the relationship between Master and Slave goes both ways. She has obligations to you even as you have them to her. I knew what you wanted when you grinned at me as I told you to expect fifty swats for cumming without permission. If you want to tease me, do it because it's what you want, not to trick me into doing something you want. You may get something you don't want."