WBDP - Brianna Delivers Pt. 04

"We didn't know a thing about it when we arrived," I said; "what was normal wear for Masters and subs, what activities would be allowed. The first day, I decide we should start a little conservative, so I give Marcia a sheer black romper to wear, I go in shorts and a t-shirt. We met George and Dina on the elevator going down to the convention floor, plus another couple involved in pet play. She was a cat, body painted to look like a gray and white tabby. We asked to have breakfast with them so we could talk about the various lifestyles they were engaged in."

"Pet play, uggh," Marcia said. "He made his cat eat and drink from a bowl and use a litter box. No way I'd ever do anything like that. I was still nervous, the romper was ridiculously sheer. I felt as naked as wearing nothing, maybe more so. It wasn't until I saw what other people wore I started to relax a little. Master was leading me around on a leash, and I quickly saw 90% of all the other subs were, too. From how George talked about Gorean's I wasn't particularly impressed with them, either. They tend to treat their subs like real chattel, even buying and selling them between each other."

"George didn't seem anything like that on the ship. He seemed quite devoted to Dina," Evelyn said. "It's hard to imagine him ever selling her."

"George talks a good game, but he'd never sell Dina. He loves her and she loves him. There's nothing she wouldn't do for him and vice versa," Marcia said. "Once you really get to know him, he's not a real Gorean, but he likes things about it, like Dina's dancing."

"He invited us to watch Dina dance in the sand pits the first night," I said. "If you liked her dance on the ship, you should have seen her dance that night. Everyone watching was fucking their slave when she finished, it was so exotic and sexy."

"I wonder if I could learn to dance like her for my Master," Evelyn said. "I enjoyed her dancing and everyone was aroused."

"I have George's number," I said. "You could call and ask Dina, but I think she's danced professionally in the past. She might be choreographing her own dances. But Gorean's love their dancing slaves, so perhaps it's taught somewhere."

"What happened next," William asked.

"We started checking out the vendors. One of the first booths we came to was selling sex toys and I asked him to demonstrate the We/Vibe and another one called the Womanizer on Marcia in front of everyone. She had to remove her romper for the demonstration, and it's the last time she wore anything which could be considered real clothes the rest of the convention. He made her cum once with the We and she had multiple orgasms with the Womanizer. She looked so good cumming, he had double the orders he usually gets from first day sales. He offered me discounts on anything I'd let Marcia demonstrate. He wanted her to try the Sybian, which normally goes for around $1500 and he'd give me fifty percent off. Figured he'd still make money in the bargain. I told him we might check back later, but Marcia would be in the Sybian contest later and I didn't want to do it now."

"It's when I first realized I might be an exhibitionist," Marcia said. "I was so aroused by demonstrating the toys for other people and had some great orgasms doing so."

"Next I brought her to a demonstration of shibari, or Japanese rope bondage. The shibari Master put her in a suspension tie with her legs split. You could see how wet Marcia was from her previous orgasms and from being tied. She had another orgasm while suspended, this one without my permission."

"That's when you proposed the contest Adele talked about?" Evelyn asked

"Yes, and Adele wasn't lying when she said Marcia's cum was dripping down her stomach and off her tits," I said. "In the forty minutes that followed from the time she orgasmed under the whip until the slave girl was finished, she climaxed like sixteen or seventeen times and I'm not sure some of those weren't multiples."

"That was by no means the most orgasms Marcia had in the shortest amount of time," Monique added. "That would happen later. By this time, Marcia is gathering quite a following. People were following her from place to place, watching to see what her Master would do next. She was responsible for the most collective orgasms I've ever seen at the convention. Everywhere she went, people would be fucking like rabbits, so turned on by Sam's lovely slave. The other booths were abandoned after she went by."

"You're embarrassing me," Marcia said.

"I didn't know you were capable of embarrassment anymore, slave. It's nice to know," I said. "After lunch we went back to the equipment booth where Marcia demonstrated a pillory. It was adjustable up or down and I had Marcia suck my cock while she was locked in it. By this time, I'd learned the slave girl's trick of forcing Marcia to really think about what was happening. The pillory was turned so her ass faced one side of the crowd and the other side could see her sucking my cock in profile. The whole time, the crowd moved like a wave from one side of the stage to the other so they could see everything. The whole time she was sucking me, I kept up a running commentary of what was happening as they watched her. The people on the left side could see her swallowing my whole cock to the root and watch her saliva drip down as I plunged into her throat. The other side could see her exposed cunt and asshole, the cum dripping down her legs from her slutty pussy and how if I wanted, I could easily have every male in the place fuck her, probably half the females as well. I told her to cum when I did and she climaxed again as I shot my load down her throat.

"I left her in there; used a tawse to spank her ass and cunt until she orgasmed again, then fucked both her cunt and ass right there in front of everyone until we both climaxed again. By this time both my cum and hers are dripping to the floor from her cunt and ass and I don't think I'd ever seen a more beautiful sight. From the actions of the crowd, they believed the same. I didn't see a cock in the crowd not being serviced by their own slaves and not a few cunts either."

"Master," Marcia said. "From the appearance of things, we can proceed with the next breeding. Both of you are quite hard now."

"I'd like to hear the rest of this story," Bill said. "It's doing wonders for my libido."

"We have plenty of time," Marcia said. "We can tell you more tonight after supper."

"We'd like to hear more, too," another voice said, one not recognizable as Marcia's, Evelyn's or Monique's. The accent sounded vaguely foreign, so not a native of this country perhaps. Everyone likes a good story, I'm glad our guests were enthralled as well.

Marcia laughed. "We'll tell more at supper then, so everyone who wants can hear. Lie down, Masters. Let our guests ride your cocks like the gentlemen you are. Monique will be taking my place, so she can have fun too."

I lay flat on the bed and I felt another woman mount me. Her cunt was smooth shaven, as were most of the women here, so I had no clues from that. I ran my hands up her sides from her hips to her breasts. She seemed tall, longer than Marcia, so bigger as well, heavier. Her hips were wider and breasts bigger and when I thumbed her nipples, they were thick and long.

Monique mounted my face and I started licking her delicious cunt. I held her hips so I could move her slightly if in her excitement, I wasn't getting enough air. I felt both of them lean towards each other and the sounds of kissing above me. With her size and slickness, she had no problem riding me, and was doing so vigorously. If not for cumming earlier, it was the kind of motion which sped my orgasm, but she would have to work harder for this one. I felt a hand run up my leg and cup my balls. Marcia. She fondled my sack, gently rolling the testes in her hand. It felt good. Monique climaxed and there was a renewed rush of her fluids over my tongue. Mmm, tasty. I reached for those huge breasts again, but Monique beat me there. Her small hands were already squeezing and caressing those lovely melons. I felt her cum, her sheath suddenly tighter, massaging my prick as she spasmed. Some of hers or my cum dripped down my sack and a dainty tongue licked it up. Marcia again.

She kept rocking over my groin, riding my cock for all she was worth. It started to get interesting and I sensed the orgasm building up. Monique climaxed again and I lapped up her nectar, pleased to help her cum again. My anonymous parter was moaning and I appreciated we were engaged in a race to see who climaxed first, because I was very close to the edge. I lost, or was it won. Anyway, I popped first and and bowed my hips off the bed to seat myself as deep as I could go and let loose another batch of wrigglers, looking for her egg. I pumped what I could into her pussy before dropping my hips to the bed. She continued to pump up and down for another couple minutes before she shattered above me. A good thing. I wouldn't have stayed hard much longer, no matter how I was being stimulated. There's only so much a man can do. She was still massaging my cock when she pushed it out of her pussy. I heard Monique and her kissing again, then the Amazon got off the bed and Monique left my face. Monique licked her fluids off my face and Marcia handled my cock, cleaning me thoroughly. I hadn't heard the others, the mask and Monique's lush thighs having muffled my hearing, but another body left the bed and I heard the door open and close before Marcia and Evelyn removed our masks. Both Bill and I were blinking in the sudden light, having been confined to the dark for roughly two hours.

"You did well, Masters. Both women seemed to be satisfied by your service," Marcia said, and Monique agreed.

"It's probably as much do to you as it is to us," I said. "They do prefer women after all."

Evelyn was licking her fluids from her Master's face. His mask looked equally soaked, so I looked at my mask and saw Monique's love juice was all over it.

"We need to clean these up a little," I said. "They've been well lubricated."

"I'll see to it before we retire tonight, Master," Monique replied.

"You've worn your plug long enough, Monique. Your ass should be prepared for my cock tonight."

"Yes, Master."

"If you continue your desire to fuck Bill for his seed. I'll have you ride him tonight while I plumb your back door."

"Yes, Master, I do."

"Excellent. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm starving. I need to have something to eat."

"Me, too," William said. "If I'm going to fuck Monique tonight, I need to gas up."

The five of us went to the dining room and most of the chairs were taken, so Bill and I took seats and our slave's sat on cushions at our side. Today was the cook's day off, so Chantelle had done all the cooking, with assistance from another. We were having prime rib, escalloped potatoes, asparagus with béarnaise sauce, which also went well with the beef, two kinds of salad and key lime pie for dessert.

"You put on a great spread, Brianna," Bill said. "I seldom eat so well, even dining in restaurants."

"We don't usually expend this much effort for meals, going for quicker, lighter fare most days. We do like to cook for our guests, so you can thank yourself for joining us."

Oh man, Chantelle could cook. The meat was perfectly flavored with herbs, the outside slightly crusty and the inside juicy. The béarnaise sauce was the ideal complement, and I had two helpings of everything and had to skip dessert, I couldn't eat another bite. I wanted to see how the pie tasted in the worst way, so Chantelle promised she would save me a piece.

"Thank you," I said. "If I ate it now, I'd split wide open."

"I've been told by a little birdie, you're going to tell us more about your trip to Vegas," Brianna said. "We're all ears. She waved her hand around the table and it seemed the entire house was in the dining room, some sitting, some standing.

"It looks a little crowded in here," I said. "Why don't we adjourn to the pool and we can finish the story outside. Maybe I can swim off some of this dinner after the tale is finished."

"Monsieur Sam, I have to clean up now," Chantelle protested. "Can't you tell it now so I can hear?"

"I promise to wait until you're done, Chantelle, so you and whoever helps tidy up can enjoy the story too," I replied.

"I'll hurry," she promised. "You won't have to wait long.

I waited a moment to speak to Chantelle while everyone else went to the pool except the clean up crew. When she heard my request, she said, "Oui, Monsieur. Before they leave, you must do the same with me." Chantelle had three people helping so she could finish sooner. I hopped into the pool to cool off a little, as did several others. We played around, splashing each other until Chantelle got there about twenty minutes later. Even the twins were at the pool; Brianna was feeding Sarah with John on deck. He wasn't asleep, but a number of women were paying attention to him so he gurgled happily at the surroundings. Just like me. I always gurgled happily when surrounded by naked women. When everyone was present, I got out of the pool and took a seat with Marcia and Monique beside me.

"Where was I?" I asked.

"You had just fucked Marcia in the pillory," a voice said. I looked and it was a tall blonde, big breasted, large nipples and cleanly shaven cunt. Bingo. She suddenly realized she'd spilled the beans and looked down, but I went on as if I hadn't noticed.

"Yes, the pillory. Afterward was the Sybian contest..."

"What's a Sybian?" Evelyn interrupted. "You've mentioned it a few times and I have no idea what it is."

Marcia explained, "A Sybian is an electronic fucking machine. It's like a padded horse and it has a place for different appendages to be attached. Some just stimulate the clit, or you can get silicone dildos for your cunt, your ass or both. The whole thing vibrates, not just the appendage, so it stimulates every part of your groin. It's got a dial on it to control the intensity of the vibrations and some of the things turn, or pump in addition to just vibrating. You should have your Master get you one. It's an excellent punishment tool if he fastens you down on top of it and makes you cum until it hurts. If you want to see what it looks like and how effective it is, go to YouTube, search for Howard Stern and Sybian. He frequently asked his female guests to ride one."

"The contest is this," I continued. "A female slave rides the Sybian on full intensity while pleasing her Master or Mistress. She must endeavor to make them cum while they measure how frequently the slave cums. Both Master and slave have electrodes on their bodies so orgasms can't be faked. Monitors continually circle the contestants watching to make sure none of the slaves slack off in their duties. If it doesn't appear they're doing enough to make their Master cum, they're cropped to encourage them. If they're caught slacking again, they are disqualified. It was actually three contests at once. Whichever Master or Mistress could last the longest, the slave who had the largest number of orgasms and the slave who had the most orgasms per minute. The last contest is considered a measure of slave heat, or their sluttiness. Each contest had a first prize of $1000, $700 for second, and $400 for third.

Their were 35 contestants competing and only 20 machines, so Marcia and I were placed in the second group. I started practicing Alicia's tricks right away..."

"Alicia?" William asked.

"The little slave who told me the talking trick. I started talking to Marcia while the first group was going, reminding her of all the people watching. They would soon see her sucking my cock and cumming over and over again. I told her every man there would watch her and wish she was sucking their cock as they slammed a load down her throat. I told her was slut enough to wish she was sucking one and giving hand jobs to two others so they could all cum on her face and the world could see what a whore she really was. Before she even got on the Sybian, her pussy was dripping. The whole time we went, I kept telling her the same types of things. She was popping orgasm after orgasm the whole time."

"What happened?" Evelyn asked.

We got a third, a second and a first place, collecting $2100 for all three. I got third place for lasting 22 minutes, a Mistress getting second and this older gentleman went 26 minutes. The slave of the older guy had 36 orgasms in 26 minutes. She took first place for total number, Marcia was second with 35. She got first for orgasms per minute."

William did some quick calculations in his head and said, "That's over one and a half orgasms a minute."

"That's my girl, the cum queen. She might not be able to hit that number again. I think being her first time publicly nude and fucked in public had a lot to do with it. It wouldn't be the same now. Actually, George's Dina was doing pretty good in the contest as well until she got disqualified."

"She wasn't sucking George enough?" William asked.

"No, apparently her orgasms got so intense, she got off the Sybian. Couldn't take anymore. When she got off she was disqualified. We entered another contest the second day and half the people dropped out when they found out Marcia was competing. I think the rest entered for second and third place money.""

"What else happened there?"

"Dina danced that night, a dancing contest. It was so good, I fucked Marcia again. We brought the Womanizer with us and I used it on Marcia during the next dance. She got so loud everyone was looking at her, including the dancer. We apologized for interrupting their contest and ducked out. She had me use it on her more when we got back to our room. Said she wanted to hit a hundred orgasms for the day."

"Did she make it, Monsieur Sam?" Chantelle asked.

"If I didn't, I was awful close," Marcia said. "We lost count."

"I can't even imagine," Evelyn said.

"You did pretty good yourself on the cruise," Brianna reminded her. "There was quite the puddle of cum under your cunt the night you were tied to the mast."

"And the dinner at Hawksbill Bay, when the waitress wouldn't let up on you."

Evelyn blushed, "Still," she said, "nowhere near a hundred."

"After we stopped, I asked Marcia about the day. How terrified she was when we went down to the convention wearing her little black romper and what happened to alter her perceptions? She said being naked got easier when she saw all the other people without clothing. The next thing which almost queered the deal for her was when I asked her to demonstrate the sex toys. It was the first time I was letting someone else touch her. She was torn between what she was doing and realizing they were all strangers who we believed we would never see again." I looked around me, "Obviously, we were mistaken. Before she fully made up her mind, I told her to display and she snapped into position as I'd trained her and the Vibe was in her cunt before she could think to respond. The rest is history. She got through the next few things by closing her eyes and pretending it was me or even herself touching her."

"Until Alicia," Marcia said. "She didn't let me close my eyes and forced me to realize I was being fucked by a woman with a vibrator and everyone watching wanted to fuck me."

"It was only the first day," I said. "The second day was not as dramatic because it was more a repetition of the first except for one interesting tidbit. We met Brianna." Brianna nodded in acknowledgement. "Kisses, mama. I wanted to get Marcia some slave jewelry and we went to Brianna's Baubles, where we met Brianna, Adele, Zoe and Sandra, was it? I've not seen her around since then."

"I believe it was Sandra," Brianna said. "She left soon after. Found a nice girl, wanted to settle down."