Chapter 1102 Susan and Brenda
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Back at the Plummer house, Susan exclaimed, "Would you stop that? You're making me nervous." She was annoyed at Brenda, because she kept pacing around.
"Sorry, Mistress, it's just that I'm so anxious about tonight."
"I gathered that somehow," Susan replied with a rare use of sarcasm. Brenda had been saying the same things over and over all day. Suzanne had been with the two super busty mothers for a while, but she'd left about an hour earlier, as Brenda's anxiousness had started to get to her. Tonight was the night Brenda was to reveal herself as Alan's sex slave, and the minutes couldn't pass quickly enough for her.n-)o.(V-(e.)l.-b--1-(n
Susan and Brenda were outside by the pool, even though it was after lunch and the hottest part of the day. Susan had thought the change of scenery might help Brenda relax. They were under the shade of a tree and even wearing bikinis for good measure, to make sure they didn't get sunburned.
Brenda was still up and pacing around, so Susan suggested, "Why don't you take another dip in the pool to cool off? Or I could get you another drink." Susan was occasionally sipping on a glass of pineapple juice as she lay on her lounge chair.
Brenda stopped in front of where Susan sat on her lounge chair, and crossed her arms underneath her tremendous rack. "I don't want a swim. I don't want a drink, unless it's spermy. I want ALAN! I wanna serve him, and love him, and suck his cock! I wanna see his face when it's announced that I'll serve him as his sex slave for ever and ever! Most of all, I wanna get FUCKED by a master cocksman! I wanna feel his fat cock splitting my pussy in two. I wanna hear the sound of his balls slapping against me as he drives in deep! USING me, the way a big-titted beauty needs to be used!"
Susan could feel her heart start to pound and her nipples harden as Brenda spoke with increasing passion.
Brenda went on, "I want the joy of feeling his sweet sperm splattering the walls of my cunt! I wanna smell his sweet cum as he pulls his sticky dick out of another woman and makes me beg and crawl on all fours before I can lick it clean! I want him to seriously fuck me up, leaving me a ragged, sweaty, slutty Alan-whore, gasping for breath, overjoyed to be alive and so thoroughly fucked and tamed! I want him to FORCE me to dream about licking his balls, like it's the greatest joy on Earth! I wanna-"
Susan raised a hand. "Whoa! Hold on. I get the picture. If you keep up like that, I'm gonna get all worked up again."
The two mothers had had quite a few orgasms during the day, and Suzanne had had a lot of fun with them too. In truth, Susan was already very worked up from Brenda's little speech, but she tried not to show it. She didn't want Brenda too worn out for her big night, and she didn't want to be too worn out herself for when Alan came home.
So Susan put her drink down and continued, "We all want those things. God knows that my son is a sex stud who leaves me, er us, constantly dreaming about his fat cock and all the things we could be doing to it, not to mention all the things it could do to us. But talking about that doesn't make it night time, all of a sudden."
"No," Brenda admitted, "but it does help pass the time until then." She slipped her bikini top off her nipples and firmly squeezed both her massive boobs. "Curse these things! They get so tingly and sensitive whenever I think of him. I had to go home early from shopping yesterday, because my nipples were rubbing against my blouse and I got too horny. I couldn't stop thinking about being his slave!"
Susan said, "Welcome to my world. But what can you do? You just have to be patient."
Brenda sighed, and let go of her bouncy orbs. Calmer now, she returned to her lounge chair next to Susan's. "Tell me. How do you think Alan will be as a master, my master?"
They'd been over this ground earlier in the day, but neither of them could help stop talking about their favorite topics. Susan smiled widely as she considered the question. "Well, you know he's loving and kind. But he's also in clear command at all times. He knows what he wants and he knows how to get it. And if what he wants is a beautiful, busty babe, then there's nothing we can do but get fucked! Even in our faces. Especially there! Any of his slaves has to be reedy to suck him at any time!"
"MMMM!" Brenda moaned lustily. This was like heaven on Earth for her.
Susan went on, "But it's not all peaches and cock cream. He's going to put you in your place over and over again. Your face will burn red daily. He's very good at manipulating and humiliating the likes of you and me. Even knowing it in advance changes nothing; we simply can't resist!"
"I don't want to resist!" Brenda said excitedly as she sat on the edge to the lounge chair next to Susan's. She completely removed her bikini top and pinched her nipples.
"I know. Neither do I, obviously. But we CAN'T! I'm just saying that if we were in some weird hypothetical situation where you or I even THOUGHT about saying 'no' to him even once, Tiger would soon slap that resistance right out of us! He'd whip his huge cock out and slap my face with it repeatedly, and then slap your face with it, until we both get so hot that we can't help but take turns choking and gagging on it!"
"That's SO TRUE!" Getting even more excited, Brenda asked, "What do you think Master Alan would do if he came home from school early and saw the two of us right here? Imagine we're so fucked out from our earlier fun with Suzanne that we're not interested in sex. What would he do?"
"Well, I have a hard time imagining that. I'd have to be really, really, really tired. Unable to lift my arms kind of tired. Literally unable. Take me to the hospital tired."
"I know; me too. But just pretend!" Brenda insisted.
"Okay, fine. Hmmm. Well, I guess he'd walk right up to us, and seeing that my mouth is more or less at boner level, he'd flop out that fat stiffy of his and shove it down my throat. Then he'd say, 'What's with you two? Why aren't you on your knees before me? Assume the position! Why aren't you-"
Brenda cut in, "Wait! I just love that part. I love when he says 'Assume the position!' in a booming voice. I think those are my three favorite words in the entire English language! I get shivers down my spine just thinking about it!" She got out of the lounge chair and knelt next to it, thrusting her chest out and crossing her wrists over each other just above her ass.
Susan found herself falling to her knees to strike the same position, without really thinking about what she was doing. But as she did so, she pointed out, "You know, it's kind of rude to assume the position without being totally nude."
Brenda's eyes went wide. "You're so right!"
That led to a mad scramble as the two of them took off what parts of their bikinis they still had on. Once they were both nude, they held hands and sighed with deep contentment.
Then Susan pointed out, "You know, it's not really right unless we're wearing high heels." But they both knew that those were in the house. So before Brenda led another mad scramble, Susan added, "Since Tiger's not actually here, we can let that slide this time. But remember, for the future."
"Yes, Mistress." She squeezed Susan's hand with her own, and then let go. "God, this is too exciting!"
The two of them remained frozen in "the position," dreaming, fantasizing, and checking each other out. They kept their arms pinned behind their backs, despite the discomfort.
After a while, Brenda suggested, "Let's close our eyes. Then we can pretend Master Alan is standing before us, about to give us orders."
"Good idea!"
The two of them remained kneeling for five minutes or more, lost in their own submissive fantasies. Had any neighbors seen, they would have been quite puzzled, to say the least. They were both happy as clams.
Interestingly, all their daydreams involved them working on his cock together instead of alone. Both of them preferred that most of the time. Not so surprisingly, they mostly thought of double blowjobs.
Eventually, Susan responded to Brenda's earlier comment about her "three favorite words in the entire English language." Still frozen in position, she said, "'Assume the position' is a pretty awesome three word combo. But the best three words EVER? I dunno. What about, 'Suck my cock?' Or 'Bend over, Mommy?' Or 'You've been bad?'"
"'You've been bad?'"
"Yeah. You know he's going to say that just before he lays your naked body across his lap and spanks you."
"Oh! Well, that sounds pretty hot, too! Okay, so maybe not my absolute favorite for sure, but way up there! Still, just thinking about those words sends a shiver up and down my spine."
"Yeah," Susan sighed dreamily. "Me too. 'Assume the position.'" She sighed again.
"I'm so wet! How 'bout you?"
Susan chuckled. "You're always wet. But yeah, I am too. My pussy is throbbing. Just thinking about him standing so tall above me, fully clothed, while I'm naked and helpless... Should I continue with my visualization of him standing above me? Er, I mean, us?"
"Oh, please! What would he say next?"
"I dunno," Susan admitted. "I'm not him. It's hard for me, with a natural sex slave mentality, to understand his superior, dominating ways."
"Try!" Brenda panted.
"Okay, but remember that his thick cock would be deep in my throat by this time, and his hands would be on the back of my head, forcing his yummy sperm shooter deeper and deeper down my throat. So I wouldn't be able to think."
"But you're not actually doing that. You're just thinking it. Think! Think! What would he do next?"
"Well... Hmmm... He'd probably tell us some more about how we've been bad and need to be punished. He'd probably say something like, 'Why aren't you wearing high heels? Do you think you deserve a spanking?'"
Brenda exclaimed, "Yes! Yes, Master! I do! Please!"
Susan laughed. "He's not actually here, remember?"
Brenda frowned at that. Like Susan, she still had her eyes closed, and was so worked up that she had a hard time remembering he wasn't there after all. But then she asked, "Can I share some of his cock? His pretend cock?"
Susan smiled as both of them opened their eyes. She brought a hand up to her face and pretended to be stroking a phallic shape right in front of her mouth. "Okay! Why don't we act like we're licking it together? It'll be good practice. Just think: you and I, in the years to come, we're gonna suck and lick his cock together thousands of times! Ten of thousands, maybe!"
"WOW!" Brenda did a quick mental calculation that it would take an average one dual blowjob a day for thirty years to get to about ten thousand. She wanted to average more than that.
Susan eagerly added, "And that's not even counting things like triple blowjobs or double titfucks! And MORE! Four tongues on him at once may well become a daily habit! Can you just imagine all that shared spermy pleasure?!"
"I can!" Brenda leaned in and stuck her tongue out, as if hoping to really lick the nonexistent penis. "You're getting me so excited! I can almost feel the sperm splashing on our faces!"
But then she suddenly grasped Susan's nearest forearm. "Mistress Susan, if I can take a time out here, I just want to say that finding the Plummer family has been the BEST thing that's ever happened to me! I could never even begin to imagine serving another master! Alan is exactly what I need. He's the only man who can ever truly OWN me! And then having to serve four mistresses too! Oh! I get so wet just thinking about it!" She bounced anxiously on her heels.
Forgetting the pretend blowjob for the moment, Susan asked, "What about Adrian?"
Brenda grew more serious. "I love my Pooh Bear with all my heart, and I can't wait to have sex with him. But it's a totally different thing. Totally different. I can't be Adrian's sex slave, at least not in the sense that I crave, since he's just not the natural master type. I absolutely love the idea of sexually pleasuring him, but he doesn't haunt all my dreams like Master Alan does. What I want to do with my son is almost like sex therapy, to get him back on the right track. Ultimately, I want and expect him to find someone else, and soon. Otherwise, I wouldn't enslave myself to Alan."
Susan nodded. "That's wise."
"I need both of them in my life, but in different ways. So I have to keep the two things completely separate in my mind. Actually, it would be helpful if you don't mention Adrian's name at times like these. It's really jarring to me."
"Sorry. Where were we?" They were facing each other now, even as they remained on their knees. Susan had brought her hands back behind her back as if her wrists were tied up, but her boobs were touching Brenda's, and she playfully rubbed their huge racks together.
"You were talking about double-teaming Alan Junior with our lips and tongues!"
"Mmmm! One of my favorite things in the whole wide world!"
Brenda eagerly pushed her mammoth tits back against Susan's, and brought her hands up to help heft them and press them closer.
But Susan complained, "Try not to use your hands. This'll be good practice for all the times our master has us naked and bound, but wants to force us to get all lesbo on each other so his fat stiffy can get even fatter and stiffer!"
"Good idea!" Brenda replied as she brought her hands behind her back again. "Gaawwwd, that makes me all hot, thinking about him forcing us to perform all kinds of perverted lesbian sex acts for nothing but his amusement. We really have no choice but to serve his incredible cock, do we?!"
"Nope!" Their mouths drew in for a kiss, although it was a bit difficult since their upper torsos were constantly sliding against each other.
After a minute or so of hot and heavy necking, Brenda said, "Let's get back to the dual blowjob idea. Can you think of anything better than sharing our master's cock with our mouths and especially our tongues, if it's just the two of him on him?"
"Nope! ... Well, maybe there are a couple things that tie."
They both giggled at that, while they thought of possibilities.
Brenda blurted out, "Yeah, like a double titfuck, or a fuck sandwich!"
Susan moaned appreciatively. "Mmmm, yes! Gosh, can you just imagine a fuck sandwich with the two of us lying face to face? So much TIT! Brenda, you know that you and I, we're his two bustiest sex pets! As the years go by, he's gonna titfuck both of us that our cleavage will probably permanently smell like his sperm! Wouldn't it be exciting if he could fuck us together like that?! A lot?!"
"Oh, Mistress! OH! YES! Yes, yes, yes! You're getting me too hot!"
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Thanks for being patient my friends. I have to go to my hometown due to personal reasons, father is sick again, so i wont be publishing till this Sunday. Hopefully I am back by Monday and resume posting. Thanks again for sticking with me and my irregular schedule.!!!
