WBDP - Brianna Delivers Pt. 08

"I win," Chantelle gloated, "I'm queen for the night."

Marcia glared at me, knowing how strenuously she'd worked to wring my seed out, and I'd somehow managed to hold out until just after Chantelle mounted me.

I shrugged my shoulders. "You told me to hold out as long as I could. I did."

Marcia laughed and kissed me. "Yes, you did. Your majesty, what would you like your subjects to do?"

Chantelle thought a moment. "Monsieur deposited a large amount of cum in my cunt. Since it is his, he should remove it. I don't think he will have done a sufficient job until I've climaxed twice more. Marcia, I expect you to lick and suck my nipples and knead my breasts. They have not received ample attention yet tonight."

"Yes, your majesty," we both said, laughing we both said it at the same time.

Chantelle got comfortable on the bed and spread her legs. I got between them and started licking up the cream leaking from her cunt, while Marcia got busy on her breasts. It wasn't long before she was sighing and moaning through her first climax and added to the fluids sluicing from her pussy. I was happy to lick them up, too.

"Very nice, peasants," Chantelle said, pantingly. "You treat your queen as she should be treated. Continue."

We continued to exercise our tongues on her royal personage, licking, sucking, nibbling, kissing, exploring her erogenous zones to the best of our ability. Chantelle started panting delightfully. Her nipples were stiffened peaks which Marcia continued to lave, and her legs parted even wider. Her stomach started quivering and I could sense her next orgasm would be intense.

"Unh, Unh, Unh, Aaaggghh," Chantelle moaned, her pussy fluttering ecstatically, as she climaxed. I made a long swipe of my tongue up her cleft to gather the additional fluids starting to flow from her cunt, then sucked gently on her clit to extend her release. I could hear Marcia slurping at a taut nipple as she spent, her whole body trembling with the force of her orgasm. Her hands clutched me to her crotch, grinding herself against my face, plastering my face with more girl cum.

Gradually her tremors ceased and she released my head.

"My subjects have treated their queen well. I propose a contest with a privileged honor for the winner. You may take turns licking my cunt, two minutes each. Mouths only, no fingers. The one licking my cunt when I climax shall be rewarded by allowing them to fuck my cunt. The loser may only fuck my ass, both at the same time, of course. I did so enjoy my last double penetration. The loser will also have to lick the man cum from whichever orifice it's deposited in."

Marcia and I looked at each other. A contest. We both burned with competitive fire. Every game we played was accompanied by raucous catcalls, epithets, and often a bet, whether it was a back rub, oral attentions, washing dishes, or some other equally humiliating gesture. The winner never let the loser forget their loss until the next contest.

"You're going down," Marcia said.

"Of course I am. I'm going down on her majesty and licking her to orgasm," I said. "I'm the more experienced cunt licker of the two of us. You might easily win a cock sucking challenge, but I'm going to beat your ass at licking pussy."

"Given you've recently cum several times, your majesty," Marcia said, "the one who starts first may have an advantage in this contest. Who do you wish to go first?"

"I'm thinking of a number between one and ten. The one who guesses closest goes first," Chantelle said.

"Three," Marcia said.

"You made a mistake and left me with everything above three as possibilities. You should have said five and forced me to pick higher or lower. Your majesty, I suggest the loser licks your ass in addition to my man cum, because I intend to fuck your cunt."

"Done. So ordered."

"Four," I said.

"The number is three," Chantelle said.

"What!" I said.

Marcia laughed gleefully. "If you spent as much time talking to Brianna's slaves as you did fucking them, you'd know Chantelle considers three her lucky number. Lucky for me too. I go first."

"Does your majesty intend to succumb quickly to her orgasm or hold out as long as she can?" I asked.

"As long as I can," Chantelle answered.

"I still have a chance then," I said.

"As if. I have two chances to your one or three to your two."

"I'm still the most experienced at cunt licking. You've been doing it for less than a year. I've been doing it for years."

"But I know what feels good to a woman. I am one."

Okay she had me there.

"Quit arguing," Chantelle said, "I'm waiting and we'll soon know who wins the contest. Get licking."

We both knelt in front of Chantelle's bald slick pussy. It was flowering from her previous orgasms and in anticipation of the contest. Fresh moisture was leaking from the bottom of her cunt. Marcia dived right in, using her mouth only. I watched Chantelle for any telltale signs of an impending orgasm. If she intended to resist as long as she could, I'm not sure how long after I witnessed any signs she'd be cumming, but I did have an idea of how I might win this contest despite the disadvantage I labored under. Chantelle laid back on the bed, closing her eyes and luxuriating in the sensations of Marcia attending to her pouting pussy. Marcia spent equal amounts of time between her sheath and the hardened nubbin at the top of her cleft. Chantelle was moaning in appreciation of Marcia's skill, built up ever since she'd first licked Brianna on the cruise. Heaven knew I'd encouraged her to seek satisfaction with other women.

No question Chantelle was highly aroused and stimulated by the admittedly excellent job Marcia was doing. I'm not sure I could have done better. When it looked like Chantelle was going to make it through Marcia's first attempt, I started speaking to her with about ten or fifteen seconds left. I had to time this perfectly.

"Look at Marcia, your majesty. Watch her white face bobbing between your dark thighs."

Chantelle opened her eyes, startled I was speaking to her. She watched Marcia for a few seconds. The two minute alert went off and Marcia left her place wondering what I was doing. The timer was restarted, but instead of going right at her, I continued speaking, trying to engage her head in this delicious moment in time.

"In a moment, I will begin licking your cunt. A man, a white man at that, will be bowing down before your beautiful black cunt and strain to make you cum on his tongue. You, a lesbian, licked by a man. Your ancestors, brought in servitude to the New World, enslaved to white men and women, watching a white man lick your delicious black pussy to orgasm. Watch," I commanded.

I'd wasted about thirty seconds of my time, but I'd gotten Chantelle's explicit attention. She watched as my head disappeared between her thighs and felt my tongue sluice up between her lips. She gasped and I gently suckled her clit. Her eyes widened and inside twenty seconds, she was moaning through her orgasm, her gaze still locked on my face as I sucked the stiff nubbin. It became more intense and her lids closed and she surrendered to the feelings sweeping through her body.

Marcia punched me in the arm. "You cheated!" She exclaimed. "You started playing mind games with her."

"I'm sure I did not," I said. "Nothing was said in the rules about speaking to her majesty before I licked her. I merely reminded her of the exquisite twist of fate causing a white man to be pleasuring a proud, beautiful, black lesbian. Her imagination did the rest. I even started while you were licking her. I'm sure it was perfectly fair. Your majesty, what is your ruling?"

"I rule you have may have the privilege of fucking my cunt. Marcia will fuck my ass."

Marcia resigned. "Yes, your majesty. Where might I find a strap-on?"

"Try the bottom drawer to the right of the sink," Chantelle giggled. "We lesbians have to be prepared."

Marcia went into the bathroom and found one in the suggested drawer. She also found some lube in the same drawer and got it as well. While Marcia was gone, I lay down on the bed and Chantelle mounted me, sighing in pleasure as my prick penetrated her pussy. She sat still, riding my shaft, while we waited for Marcia to return. I kissed her and suckled her splendid thick nipples, Chantelle purring as I did so. Marcia came back and strapped the faux cock around her waist and legs. I watched her, this amazing woman with her lovely pert breasts dangling this stiff cock in front of her cunt and I chuckled. Chantelle turned to see what made me laugh and smiled when she saw what I did.

"Hurry up, knave, your queen is waiting impatiently," Chantelle said.

"Yes, your majesty. I'm just getting the straps tight."

Marcia climbed up behind Chantelle and she leaned low over me exposing her puckered asshole to Marcia. She waited for Marcia to lube up her nether region and the life-like dildo she was sporting. Marcia placed the head against the starred sphincter and started to ease it into Chantelle's rectum. Chantelle moaned as she felt herself spit upon a second shaft as large as my cock. I kissed her, absorbing her quiet moans in my mouth as Marcia advanced into her bottom. I felt Marcia reach her full depth and she stopped. Chantelle squirmed against me, speared on our poles. I showered more kisses on her, enjoying her large breasts plastered against my chest. Suddenly, I felt the strap-on start to vibrate, separated only by the thin membrane between her sheath and rectum. Chantelle gasped and climaxed, her pussy pulsing on my cock, enveloped by her slick folds conforming over the surface. I pushed deeper and she trembled. I felt Marcia behind her stroking her wand in and out of Chantelle's perfect ass.

I glanced at Marcia and her eyes were closed, apparently the vibrations stimulating her as well. Her hands rested on Chantelle's hips, gripping them to better enable her thrusting. She opened them momentarily and saw me watching her fuck our friend in the ass and smiled at me. Another moment of ecstasy shared with the other. Marcia started moving faster and I tried to accompany her, though with Chantelle lying on me, it was hard to stroke as deeply as I wanted to, but she was moaning near constantly as we used her, shuddering through a series of intense orgasms, which seemed to go on for a long time. Her tight, rarely used cunt was squeezing my cock constantly, spasming on and on as I pumped her. I finally reached the end of my resistance and felt myself swell and thick ropy jets of cum blasted into her silken wetness. I heard Marcia squeal out her own orgasm as the vibrations from her strap-on stimulated her clit past endurance. Not allowing her climax to stall her, Marcia continued pumping in and out until Chantelle begged her to stop, too roused and sensitive to continue. She turned off the vibrations and I felt her withdraw from Chantelle's bottom.

"Have we pleased you, your majesty?" I asked, still panting from my own orgasm, still quasi hard in her cunt.

"Oui, monsieur," Chantelle whispered, breathless.

"Is it time for the loser to clean your highness?" I inquired. Marcia glared daggers at me, still upset she'd been the loser and I'd gotten our queen to add another condition to the loser's penalty.

"Give me a minute," Chantelle laughed. "I'm still too sensitive to abide a tongue on my pussy."

"Perhaps your asshole is less sensitive, your majesty, and could tolerate a tongue easy enough."

If looks could kill, I'd have burst into flames. I smiled sweetly up at my wife.

"Even that is sensitive at the moment," Chantelle confided. "Marcia did a good job of reaming me."

"I understand perfectly, your majesty. We'll give you a moment to recover. You may want to remove your strap-on, loser. It will only get in the way now, since you have nowhere else to put it."

"I know the perfect place to put it," Marcia said. "I'm sure you'd enjoy it almost as much as our queen."

I laughed and winked at her. She couldn't help but laugh too. She'd been bested and she was beginning to accept her loss, as much as she hated it. She removed the strap-on and washed it before putting it away again. Chantelle eventually relaxed and her breathing returned to normal.

"Your queen is now ready for her sex holes to be cleaned," she said.

"If I might suggest, your majesty," I said, "you lie on your side and lift your leg, your female subject might lie beside you should you deign to pay heed to her sex."

"An excellent suggestion, peasant. I have been known to greatly desire a pretty pussy."

Chantelle lay on her side and ordered Marcia lie beside her while she cleaned Chantelle's cunt of our conjoined fluids. Marcia did as she was ordered and laid her head on Chantelle's thigh as she began licking the remnants of our fucking from her sex. I lay down behind Chantelle and watched Marcia through the 'V' of Chantelle's leg. She had no problem with Chantelle's and my cum. She was used to both, but the thought of rimming Chantelle's ass after fucking it was way down on her list of fun things to do. I, on the other hand, didn't care. We'd all just showered together and when soaping the girls down, I always ensured their asses were well cleaned when doing so.

I could tell when Chantelle started licking and kissing Marcia; the look of pleasure on her face gave it away. She was doing a thorough job on Chantelle, trying to delay the inevitable, and Chantelle climaxed again, as did Marcia. I saw when Marcia reached the conclusion she could wait no longer and readjusted her position on Chantelle's leg to begin licking her bottom.

"Your majesty, I have another suggestion," I said.

Marcia glared at me again, wondering what other humiliating thing I wanted her to endure.

"What is it, my loyal subject?" Chantelle asked.

"Instead of the loser licking your royal ass, the winner do so. That way your majesty my enjoy the tongues of her willing subjects on both of her royal holes at once, thereby doubling her pleasure. Neither of us should stop until your majesty has enjoyed five more royal orgasms."

"An excellent suggestion, peasant. Make it so."

Marcia gave me a silent "thank you" between Chantelle's legs and I kissed her before gently spreading Chantelle's cheeks and taking a long swipe down her crevice, before concentrating on the puckered star. Chantelle moaned, getting louder when Marcia joined me on the other side. Chantelle had been fucked in the ass twice and I'm sure the soft attentions of my tongue were quite soothing to her tender tissues. It took over thirty minutes for us both to give her majesty her five orgasms.

"Aahhh," she sighed. "It was heavenly, my wonderful subjects. You have exhausted me. I need to rest now. I'd like you to sleep in between both of you. I shall wake you if I have more need of your attentions during the night. Please cuddle me."

"Yes, your majesty," Marcia said, turning to put her head up beside Chantelle's. Chantelle kissed her. I joined them and Chantelle kissed me. She snuggled against Marcia's back caressing her breasts; I snuggled against hers and caressed the queens magnificent mammaries.

"Never has a queen had two more devoted subjects," Chantelle yawned. "You've honored me."

I tweaked her nipple, making her squeak. "Never has devotion been so enjoyable, your majesty."

She giggled and wiggled her ass against my tired cock and pulled Marcia more closely to herself. "Good night," she said, sleepily.

"Good night, your majesty," we both replied, before falling asleep.

Chantelle woke once in the middle of the night and demanded our attention. She rode my cock to orgasm twice while Marcia kissed and laved her breasts again. She did not continue until I climaxed. She curled around my back, holding my stiff prick in one hand while Marcia wound her arms around her. I was awake for at least a half hour of annoyed frustration at being denied my own orgasm.

I woke up in the morning with the 'queen' sucking my cock, saying between licks, "Arise, sir knight. Your queen has need of your services again." My knight was rising quickly between her luscious lips.

When I was hard, she mounted me, facing me. I glanced at the clock. I wondered if Chantelle realized how close it was to eight; the end to her coronation and the beginning of mine. She directed Marcia to ride my face and they kissed and played with each other's breasts while I serviced them both. I wondered if Marcia realized how close we were to her slavery as well. Perhaps they'd both forget and I'd have two beautiful slaves to punish. Both of them reached orgasm and I glanced at my watch as they shivered through their release. Still in the safe zone, but they continued to ride me and it was 7:58. If they climaxed without permission after 8:00, I'd own both their asses. I counted down the seconds in my head. It had to be well past three minutes after 8:00 when their moaning grew more excited and I imagined them close again.

"Master, may your slave cum," Marcia said. She'd been paying attention to the time. Of course, she now gave it away to Chantelle.

"You may cum, slave," I said, withdrawing my tongue from her slick slit long enough to give answer.

Marcia sighed and I felt a fresh flood of fluids bathe my tongue. When she finished, I nudged her leg, directing her to get off my face. Chantelle was panting, riding me hard, reaching for her own release. I didn't mind. I wanted to cum myself, denied earlier and eager to finish now.

"Monsieur, may a slave cum," Chantelle gasped, ready to crest.

"No, a slave may not, but you will continue to ride my cock until I do. Your master was left frustrated last night and refuses to deny himself the pleasure of cumming this morning."

"I'm so close, Monsieur, I'm not sure I can resist my release."

"Not my problem, slave; just as it wasn't your problem last night, 'your majesty'."

Chantelle continued riding me, straining to hold out. She managed to resist until she felt my cock swell within her cunt and I bathed the walls of her sheath with pulsing jets of warm cum. She succumbed to her pleasure and she throbbed heatedly around my prick, increasing my enjoyment. I thumbed one of her nipples with one hand, and stroked her rigid clit with the other, stretching and extending her orgasm, enjoying the palpitations of her pussy clenching my cock. Her twitching spasms continued for over two minutes before I slowly ceased my attentions to her clit. Chantelle collapsed down on my chest.

"Pardon, Monsieur. I could not abstain. The pleasure was too great."

"You know what happens to disobedient slaves, don't you, Chantelle."

"Oui, Monsieur," she said, looking at me and grinning from ear to ear. "A slave must be punished."

"That will be fifty swats for cumming without permission, and twenty-five more for looking upon your Master's face and smiling."

She looked down, still smiling. "Oui, Monsieur. Shall I clean your cock now?"

"Twenty-five more for not cleaning it sooner. Little slave," I said to Marcia, "you will receive twenty-five for warning Chantelle it was past eight."

"I merely requested permission to cum, Master."

"Twenty-five more for arguing."

"Yes, Master."

"Find your paddle while Chantelle finishes her chores. Since my slaves are receiving 150 swats, I need to protect my hands. Put on your collar, cuffs and slave jewelry while you're up."

"Yes, Master." Marcia jumped up and got her paddle while Chantelle finished gathering our conjoined creams in her mouth. When Marcia returned, she kissed the paddle and said "Punish me Master, so that I may be a better slave for you."

"First things first. Chantelle, over my knees. I will administer the first seventy-five with the paddle, the remainder with my hand."

"Oui, Monsieur."

"Spread your legs farther apart and brace your hands on the floor."