Part 4 of Marcia and Sam's further adventures in LA after Brianna has Sam's children. It contains scenes of bondage and discipline, breeding, lesbian, interracial, oral and anal sex, and all around good fun. If offended by such things, go no further. If you're not, you're as twisted as I am and should enjoy it.
World's Best Diet Plan - Brianna Delivers, Pt 4
I picked up the carrier with the sleeping Sarah, Marcia grabbed the empty one. John was still tugging on Brianna's nipple so she accompanied us to the nursery. I picked Sarah up and she stirred for a moment, so I slowly rocked her back and forth until her eyes closed again, then laid her in her cradle. Brianna sat down in one of the rocking chairs and sang a soft lullaby to John as he suckled her breast. He slowly wound down, sucking less and less until he just stopped, breathing softly in her arms.
"Does he need to be changed?" I asked.
Brianna felt the inside of the front of his diaper. "He's dry for now. He's probably good until his next feeding."
"Why did you feel the inside of his diaper?" Marcia asked.
"Unless he's pooped and you can smell it, modern diapers keep them pretty dry and it's hard to tell if it's wet without feeling it."
"Feeling for pee?" I asked.
"If you're caring for a child and don't expect to get a little pee or poop or spit up on you, you're living in a fantasy world. Just wash your hands after like you would if you accidentally peed on your own hand. Believe me, it's no big deal. If you ever clean a really messy diaper, you are going to get shit on you. Another advantage of going naked. A quick shower and you're good again. You don't have to worry about your clothes."
"Can I take him?" Marcia said, holding out her hands.
Brianna held him up and Marcia gathered him into her arms. He stirred during the transfer and latched onto Marcia's nipple, expecting a little milk. He was disappointed, but continued to suck like he would a pacifier.
"Just like his father," Marcia whispered. "Can't get enough of the nips."
"And his mother," Brianna said, smiling. "I can't get enough of the nips either."
Brianna stood and licked the other one, tonguing the bud until it was hard and Marcia began breathing harder.
"Please, Mistress, I can't cum yet and you're making it very hard on me. I want to cum so bad. If it wasn't for cumming during our story time, I'd be totally desperate."
Brianna stopped. "I'll take pity on you."
Marcia leaned over and gave her a passionate kiss. "I thank you again for the gift of these beautiful children," she said, breaking off the kiss.
Brianna smiled and said, "And I thank you for your husband's beautiful cock. It seems a fair exchange. One in, the other out." I chuckled. "The lounge chair leans back and is strong and comfortable enough to doze in, but you won't sleep real well, particularly together. The babies will sleep until around midnight when they'll need to be fed and again around three or four. You can wake me for the next feeding, whenever that is. Usually they'll wake up around seven, seven-thirty. You can find me in Adele's room. Since you have Monique, I thought I'd seek my pleasure there."
"I'm sure she enjoys the company of her Mistress," I said.
"She does. Perhaps she was a little disappointed I chose Monique to marry, but we all get along together. All three of us share my bed most of the time, and we occasionally bring in others. It's mix and match time. I try not to neglect any of my slaves which is why I allow them so much latitude with one another. If they had to all depend solely on me for their pleasure, it would be a nightmare."
"They don't seem to mind sharing you, even given you have some favorites," Marcia said. "They all seem to have certain duties and get along well together."
"If they don't they're gone," Brianna said. "I can't have discord."
"I've always wondered where you found them," I asked. "How they get drawn into your circle."
"Some of them I meet in the course of business. They come to me for jewelry and realize what's going on. They'll ask to be a part of it. The waitress at the convention would be one like that, although she did not seek me out. Others were brought in by my slaves. They're not tied here. They go out to dinner, or a movie, or dancing. Being lesbians, they tend to go to lesbian hang outs, and they'll meet someone and bring them back. Whether it was for a one night stand or something more, they'll see us interacting. They'll realize I'm the dominant and everyone else is my submissive. If they have a submissive side, they'll usually gravitate here on their own. If they're not, they'll sometimes try to impose their will on my slaves and they have to be set straight, and they'll disappear."
"What do you mean, set them straight?" Marcia asked.
"Usually, it's nothing more complicated than taking the one they're trying to dominate and make them serve me or anyone else but them. It's pretty clear who's top dog when I snap my fingers and a slave will drop whatever they're doing and start licking my cunt or my ass. They get the message and go. A couple times I've been forced to order my slaves to have nothing more to do with them and they wander around like lost puppies before finally accepting if they want to dominate, this is not the place for them. I'll be going to bed now. Have a good night."
"Good night, Brianna."
She left and Marcia took the sleeping John and put him in his cradle.
"What now, slave. We don't usually go to bed this early."
"We could cuddle, Master. And I wouldn't mind having your cock in me. I promise I'll tell you if I have to cum."
"Our story time got me fairly excited. I'm game."
"I noticed. Everyone noticed. You were hard almost the entire time. I wanted to ride you so bad."
I sat down in the chair and Marcia sucked me long enough to lubricate me, then mounted me, oozing around my cock. I leaned the chair back and we canoodled like a couple of teenagers, kissing and petting. She was trying not to move too much, but I could feel her pussy flexing around my prick in a very pleasant way. She was so warm and wet and felt good wrapped around me.
"Everyone seemed to have their own favorite story," I said, "all of them exciting to me."
"Partly due to their own orientation, I think," Marcia replied.
"How so? Bill's was you and Chantelle having sex after your sparring match?"
"Oh, no man on earth has ever complained of watching naked women wrestling and fucking."
"What about the other's? Chantelle's for instance, watching you get fucked by three cocks."
"Chantelle isn't a true lesbian, she's bi leaning lesbian. She can have all the cunt she wants, getting cock is more rare for her. Seeing me submit to multiple cocks would be more exciting because it's infrequent."
"Evelyn's. It was Dina dancing."
"Evelyn was starting to explore her own submissive tendencies. She was watching a woman having to submit to anyone who had coin, man or woman, to serve her Master. She was beginning to grasp the concept of serving her husband as slave and subject to anything he wanted, which could very easily be like Dina. In addition to just portraying Dina as a Paga tavern whore, George was willing to share his slave with us to promote our fantasy. What if William did the same? In a way he has, fucking her in front of others, though he hadn't shared her yet."
"And the rest?"
"Monique's was watching Evelyn forced to tongue a woman's cunt. Adele, a submissive, was watching me forced to submit to the touches of multiple people, men and women, into multiple orgasms. Yours and mine were both watching the other fucking a different man or woman as a result of our love for one another. Brianna's was a little off, but I suspect she's turned on by public submission. She enjoyed my performances at the convention, the auction, and the cruise. I think the idea of the formerly prim and prissy Evelyn sucking her Master's cock in public and being caught at it by someone she knew, and a celebrity to boot, tickled her fancy."
"Mmm. I see what you mean."
The slight motion of Marcia on my cock was beginning to have an effect. I'd been erect for a long time after supper and talking about it even briefly now was stirring very pleasant memories.
"I'm going to cum soon," I said. "If I cum in you, will you climax?"
"I'm turned on, but not too close. I think I'm good if you don't start pumping into me."
"It won't be necessary except maybe a couple right as I cum."
"Then I should be good."
We started kissing and petting some more. I was thumbing one of Marcia's nipples while my other hand stroked her beautiful ass. Her sheath continued squeezing and flexing my shaft accompanied by minute motions up and down. Eventually, the inevitable arrived and I pumped hard and deep a couple times as I released and flooded her pretty pussy.
Marcia sighed in pleasure, milking the last of my cum. "I'm so glad you're saving some of your sperm for me, Master," Marcia purred. "I don't like watching others have all the fun."
"I try to make sure your needs are met, slave."
"I know, Master, but it's not the same. I love you, everyone else is just sex."
"Would you like to fuck Bill again?"
"I don't need to. If it happens and it's something we both want, I'll let it happen, but I'm good for now. I hesitate to keep making our life more complicated."
"Would you like to be fucked in public again, made to cum in front of others like the convention or the auction?"
"If I'm going to get a police job here, I won't be able to do any more in Los Angeles again. As long as we lived in Florida, it was okay; now it's not. My potential bosses will be here. All my public fucking will be restricted to the estate. Even Las Vegas is a risk now. Lot's of people in LA go to Vegas. Granted, the venue in Vegas was locked down pretty tight, but it might be chancy even so. What happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas, no matter what the slogans say."
"Master Don and Brianna live here in LA and it doesn't seem to affect them."
"Whole different ball game, Master. Don's in movies, and Brianna sells erotic jewelry. They're not working in law enforcement. Can you imagine what could happen if I run across some Angeleno in Vegas and end up arresting them sometime in LA? Even Master Don himself. Not that he's ever likely to forget my one appearance there anyway. What if they threatened to expose me if I didn't let them walk? You know me, I'd arrest them anyway, but it would be the end of my career."
