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.
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"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.
