016

SCOTT
I'd learned more in this one weekend at Brianna's than in three weeks of Julia's slavery and all the books of hers I'd read. I had my two slaves again, fucking one and sending the other with my old girlfriend to fuck. Strange. Lisa had cum like crazy, the recommendations of Sam and Marcia working as they'd said. I finally squirted my cum up her cunt, climaxing for the fourth time this young day.
"Scott, why don't you come out by the pool while we wait for lunch," Brianna said. "I imagine you'll have to leave afterward. It's a long drive to Fresno. If there are any further questions you might have of us, we'll be happy to answer all that we can."
"Thank you, Brianna. I appreciate the offer."
We all wandered outside by the pool, the lovely female bodies slipping into the pool, wet and utterly awesome. I sent Lisa to join them. Monique was under the shade again, closely watching the five older children with, I believe it was Adele. Riyuki was feeding Hideko, her little mouth latched onto her lovely nipples.
"I don't know how you do it?" I said to Sam.
"Do what?"
"Walk around here without a constant hard-on."
Sam laughed. "Well, Brianna is right about one thing. Men are not super-powered. Believe me, it's a lot easier to survive this place with two sexy slaves who are both willing and eager to make sure no erection goes unused for long. If I should manage to get one, one of them is ready to make use of it. It never lasts long enough to get any wrong ideas. Perhaps it helps to see naked women every day. It is possible to get somewhat used to it. Plus, it helps knowing most of them aren't interested in me and have no regard for my dick."
"You still get an erection looking at pictures of your wife," I said.
He hugged her briefly. "Wouldn't you."
"In all probability," I admitted.
"I think your slaves are amazing women as well," Sam said. "You're a very lucky man to have two such remarkable slaves. I think most of your problems are behind you. You seem to love and care for one another a great deal. You merely have to work out the details. If your hearts are in the right place, it shouldn't be terribly hard."
"I didn't get into this thinking about the future. I assumed it would end in three weeks. Lisa was a total surprise, as was their desire to remain slaves. I see what you mean about thinking long term. If this is something we want to keep doing, we have some things to work out."
"Master Scott," Marcia said, "I don't know you that well, and I apologize again for the way I behaved when you started telling us what happened. I do believe you're a good man and good men make good Masters. A lot of the dominants we met when we started out seemed in it for the sex, or the power exchange, but the really good ones care as much about their slaves as they do themselves. From what little I've seen, you care a great deal for your slaves. They spoke highly about you when they justified their reasons not to stay here. You've earned their trust and their love. A lot of Master's I've met wouldn't have let their slave wander off with Zoe, because they feel the need to keep them under their heel. Obviously, you know Zoe, but it was a kind thing to do, for both of them. They like each other, you recognized it and aren't threatened by it. It isn't costing you anything to give them some time together, so you let them. You have very happy slaves, who love their slavery. It says as much about you as it does them."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, Master, and I say Master now with all the honor and respect you should have received initially."
"That means a great deal to me. I have maybe one more question you could answer for me."
"What's that?" Sam asked.
"You've made reference to this Caribbean cruise you went on, and a lot of things in your life seemed to be focused on that cruise. It seemed to be a turning point of some kind. How did you ever end up on a cruise together?"
Every one of them laughed.
"Marcia's body parts weren't the only things auctioned off at the Nude for the Homeless auction. A Hollywood producer auctioned a week for four on his personal yacht, which he rents out for cruises when he's not using it to wine and dine actors and actresses," Sam said. "I bid on it and won the auction, though we still had to share the cruise with two other couples."
"We knew the producer from the Las Vegas convention and captain and first mate from the same place. They were one of the first people we met at the convention," Marcia said. "I was wearing this horribly sheer black romper and we're going down the elevator with George and Dina, who had on sheer red Gorean slave silks, and another couple who were into pet play. All she had was gray tabby body paint. Seeing someone else as exposed as I was helped me get over my jitters."
"Marcia had already agreed I could have a child with Sam and I'd promised them contact with the resulting child, like mutual family vacations," Brianna said.
"Plus in planning it, we didn't know if our first attempt caught," Sam added, "and the cruise was during Brianna's next fertile cycle, and a chance to see if we could get along on a family vacation, so we invited her and a slave to be the third and fourth."
"Which was me," Monique said, "because if Master still needed to get Mistress preggers, he had one of Mistresses slaves with her to overcome her discomfort with cock. Although, Mistress did get pregnant the first time because Master left enough cum in her to impregnate half of the estate."
"And Chantelle, who wanted to visit her family on Guadalupe, so she actually worked as the cook for her berth," Marcia said. "Then when Master allowed me my hall pass with the person on the cruise, I invited Chantelle and the others to have sex with him so he wouldn't be alone on the cruise."
"Which is when Sam first got his hooks into Chantelle," Brianna said, "or should I say cock. Actually, he ended up fucking all of us, the devious bastard; even Monique had to see what all the fuss was about because everyone else was enjoying his fucking prick, even me."
"Hey," Sam protested, "I never made a single one of you fuck me. You volunteered for the duty, probably as much to get in Marcia's knickers as mine. Figured you'd earn her gratitude by taking care of me."
"True," Monique said. "Everyone wanted in Marcia's knickers."
"Which is when we all became fairly regular bedmates," Marcia said, "and the only ones Master quasi-regularly slips the sausage to. Since we all ended up sleeping together on the cruise, and we wanted to try to limit the number of people we were boinking, Monique, Brianna, Chantelle and I are the only ones who may regularly sleep with my Master. Of course, the others are mostly only interested in him if Chantelle or I are also in the mix. Chantelle and I want him for the cock."
"Which is the punishment I get for sleeping with a bunch of lesbians," Sam said.
By this time, I'm laughing my ass off, the story getting batted around like a ping pong ball, going from one to the other, and all with their own spin on it.
"And you later decide Sam can, in fact, impregnate the whole estate?" I asked.
"By the time Mistress is having the twins," Marcia said, "Monique, Adele, Ingrid and a few others decide they want kids too. Master is already semi-regularly sleeping with the four of us, though mostly Monique is there for her Mistress or one of us, but she's one of those wishing a child. She was easy to add. She just had to come off birth control.
"The others were a little harder for me. At first, we tried to keep Sam unaware of who he's fucking, to avoid adding more people to our menagerie, but Sam's mother points out to us that as soon as someone starts showing, Master knows she's one of the ones he fucked..."
"Wait! Sam's mother knows you're a part time sex slave, that he's fucking other people and having children with them?"
"Yes," Sam replied, "and she was remarkably accepting of it, though she got a little crazy at first and ordered Marcia to lick Brianna's and Monique's cunt. Had to nip that in the bud straight off. We've told her about Chantelle since. Actually, Mom slept with Chantelle before she became our amour. Didn't you mention your folks know about your situation?"
"Fuck! Your mother slept with Chantelle?"
"With Chantelle, me and several others, including, I think, everyone Sam has impregnated," Brianna said. "We invited her down after the twins were born. When we explained most of the women here were lesbian and submissive, she wondered what it would be like to have sex with a woman, so several of us introduced her to sapphic love. It was quite interesting. She hasn't been back since, though we've visited her once with the children. She won't be able to sleep with Chantelle anymore, but it happened once. What about your parents?"
"Goodness. You've had some wild ass adventures." This brought about a smattering of laughter. "Yes, my parents knew, though they supposed it was ending on Friday. I don't think they're expecting it to continue, especially with Lisa in the mix."
"Well, I did mention how any decisions you make now affect both your parents and your children," Sam remarked. "You need to figure out how much they'll accept the new reality and break it to them gently. Theoretically, any children you might have with Lisa are their grandchildren, and as far as the kids are concerned, they might have three sets of grandparents. They'll certainly see it that way even if you don't. 'How come Jason has a Grandpa so and so and I don't'."
"This is more complex than I realized. Do all of your parents know what's going on?"
"They all know parts of it," Brianna said. "You don't keep pregnancies secret from anyone. Only a few of the most accepting ones know all the details. A few know very little. As far as they're concerned, the slave is the mother, and I'm the father who arranged for the sperm donor. I'm financially responsible for the child, so Sam's participation doesn't have to be known. He'll end up being the father figure for all of them, and he'll be a good one. Some parents don't accept their children as lesbian, and more don't accept their submissiveness. I believe it's their loss. Every one of these women are people I'm proud to know and would gladly call friend. They don't know what they're missing."