Making Brenda Cum ['Someone' Sponsored]

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Brenda had totally succumbed to her desire for Alan. It seemed that nothing else in her life held more meaning than being with him, serving him, and especially getting fucked by him. The days since the fashion show on Sunday passed slowly and painfully for her. Masturbation sessions every day and night did little to sate her hunger. She did have the occasional sexual dream about Adrian, since Susan had started telling her about how much she loved mother-son incest, but her dreams focused much more on Alan, since he seemed to be the personification of her ideal master.

She repeatedly called Susan, and getting to talk to her often made her day, especially when they had phone sex talking about Alan. She'd even visited the Plummer house, but she'd only been able to see Susan (and sometimes Suzanne). They'd resisted actually letting her be with Alan again before Wednesday's game, pointing out that he had his hands full and then some.

Brenda loved her growing submission to Alan, but there was a part of her that was deeply afraid. She'd had submissive fantasies for a long time, but they had stayed mere fantasies until she'd fallen under Alan's spell. The deeper she succumbed to her submissive desires with him, the more she worried about ever being able to function as a "normal" person again.

But those worries were put aside for now. She was so excited that she arrived at the house nearly an hour before the poker game was to start. She was ready to do anything and everything it might take to gain more access to Alan. She had to fulfill her fantasies no matter what the cost.

Suzanne was ready to exploit Brenda's desire to the hilt, and Susan was willing to play along with any of Suzanne's schemes that used Brenda, mostly due to her continuing jealousy of Brenda's breast size. Plus, Susan was easily aroused, and this was highly arousing for her. She could see a lot of herself in busty and beautiful Brenda, to the point that sometimes it seemed like an out-of-body experience watching Brenda submit to her son.

Suzanne had just gotten back from dinner herself, and was helping Susan by cleaning up the living room. She answered the door, and saw Brenda standing there in a long trenchcoat. "Good evening, Brenda. My, my, aren't you early. Please come on in. How are you doing?"

"Much better, now that today is Wednesday. I'm sorry that I arrived early, but I'm so excited that I couldn't wait! Where's Alan?" Brenda carefully scanned all the rooms she could see, as if he might be hiding behind a sofa. Her heart was already pounding wildly, and her pussy was pulsing in time to her heartbeat.

Suzanne smiled as she considered the time and then the possibilities. She was still holding the front door wide open when she noticed Brenda's car parked on the street. "Hey! Is that an Aston Martin?"

Brenda grumbled impatiently, "Yeah. It's a Volante, which is the DB7 convertible."

"Nice." Suzanne whistled in appreciation. "What year?"

Brenda couldn't restrain herself. She barked, "It's, uh, four or five years old, but who cares? Where's Alan already?!"

Suzanne closed the door before answering, "First things first. You're here far too early, so he's still doing his homework. That gives us plenty of time to teach you how to be a lesbian."

"'Lesbian?'" Brenda asked, disappointed but not completely surprised. She'd been tossed around like a lesbian plaything between four women the last time she was here, and she'd enjoyed it more than she wanted to admit. She particularly loved French kissing Susan and Suzanne. But still, she continued to pretend that she was reluctant, even to herself. The fact that she had an ingrained bias against it somehow made being "forced" to do it that much more pleasurable.

Suzanne explained, "It so happens that Sweetie loves his women to be bisexual, so if it makes you feel any better, you can pleasure us for his sake. You should know that Susan's just been learning all about lesbian play herself these past couple of days, because she'll stop at nothing to sexually please him. Do you have the same dedication?" She stared impatiently and intently at her ultra-buxom guest.

Brenda withered under Suzanne's glare, because she was highly conflicted. She didn't say anything because she didn't know what to say. It's so hot thinking about being forced to do this for Alan. But on the other hand, if I give in here, I'm going to have to do all kinds of depraved things to women without Alan even being there. But then again, I'm so fucking horny! Not that that's a good excuse to agree to this...

Suzanne added, "Now remove your overcoat and let's see what you've got on."

Brenda still made no response to the idea of being turned bisexual. But she thought to herself, Dammit, this sucks, but if Alan wants me to be bisexual, then I'll have to try my best. If Susan can do it, I can do it too. I've been expecting as much anyways. Suzanne especially is very demanding. It feels good to obey her commanding, sensual, rough voice. Plus, I'm hoping that tonight is the night he officially makes me one of his personal cocksuckers. I've gotta earn that title by proving that I can do whatever it takes!

She took off her coat and revealed an outfit that made the daring one she wore last week seem fuddy-duddy in comparison. She wore a loose cut-off T-shirt that (barely) covered the middle of her tits and nothing else. She also wore bikini bottoms that were more like a G-string, and leather boots that came halfway up her thighs. Everything was black, her favorite color. The dark clothing went well with her dark brown hair and contrasted with her light skin.

Susan walked up and joined them at the door. She came straight from doing the dishes and still held a dishrag in her hand. Unusually, she wore a formal, dark blue business suit. She'd worn that because Suzanne had requested it.

Suzanne was also dressed rather conservatively, wearing a blue suit much like Susan's. She'd chosen her outfit and Susan's outfit in anticipation of Xania's appearance later, as she figured they had to keep up appearances for Susan's sake that Xania was a normal psychologist. Also, she wanted a sharp contrast between what she and Susan were wearing compared to what Brenda wore, to heighten Brenda's arousal and humiliation.

Brenda stood proudly, with her arms under her massive breasts, thrusting them up and out. Ha! I've got a great body; there's no doubt about that. Fuck false modesty - I'm seriously hot! Alan's going to fuck me tonight, I just know it. I'm gonna rock his world and give him no choice but to accept me as one of his personal cocksuckers, and more! Soon, he'll count me as one of his sex pets too!

"What do you think?" Suzanne asked her best friend, nodding at Brenda's outfit.

Susan looked Brenda over carefully, and then answered, "Not bad." She exaggerated, "The outfit is a little bit conservative for my tastes, but I'll grudgingly admit her big bouncy tits make up for it." She continued more sincerely, "I particularly like how the top utterly fails to cover up their undersides, and how those extra-pointy nipples poke through. I could easily imagine Tiger's cock getting stiff and wanting to fuck right through all that luscious and bouncy titty flesh! But they say you can't really know how good a product is until you taste the merchandise."

Suzanne liked that suggestion and what it said about Susan's growing love of nipple nibbling and cunt licking. "Excellent point. But Brenda, you made one serious mistake. Your nipples are so extraordinary; they long to be free, so keep them uncovered whenever you can. Now, take it all off. Get totally naked except for high heels, because Alan loves those, and you're covering up too much leg with those boots. I want you to strip. Now."

Brenda looked back and forth between Susan and Suzanne. Dammit! I'm already ridiculously underdressed compared to both of them. I should put my foot down and tell THEM to take THEIR clothes off! But... ARGH! My need is too great! Just thinking about stripping in front of them is getting me so WET! And I can't say no to Mistress Suzanne! Her face burned red in shame as she slowly took her top off and let her mountainous jugs swing free.

She waited for a reaction now that she was topless, but Susan and Suzanne just stared with poker faces. That made it harder for her to keep going (which was their intention), but she went ahead anyway. With trembling hands, she bent over and pulled her panties off. Then she bent over further and removed each boot. As she did, she nearly jumped to the ceiling when she felt a hand caressing one of her ass cheeks.

It was Suzanne, running a hand over her like a doubtful customer inspecting a purchase before buying.

Now buck naked from head to toe, Brenda stood back up at attention. She had to fight to keep her hands still, because they wanted to cover up her pussy and breasts. But she didn't dare. So embarrassing! So humiliating! I knew something like this would happen, probably within minutes of when I got here, but that doesn't make dealing with it any easier. I'll bet my face is beet red. My entire body burns, and yet it feels strangely pleasurable. Suzanne is fondling my ass like I'm livestock that she's thinking about buying, and it's turning me on! I suppose that's why I live to serve. I only wish Alan was here, and that it was his hand on my ass!

Suzanne looked at Brenda's bare feet. "Tsk, tsk. No high heels. That will not do. Susan, please get a pair of Amy's high heels from the closet - you know which one."

Susan started walking, but she asked, "Will they fit?"

"Sure. Amy's shoe size is just slightly larger than Brenda's."

When Brenda bent over to put the heels on a minute later, she felt two hands on her ass. It took her a few seconds to realize that the hands belonged to different people. Good God! Both Susan and Suzanne are inspecting me this time! Will the shame never end?! No, what am I thinking? I just got here. The shame has just begun!

Suzanne went a little further, idly running her fingers over Brenda's already very wet slit. She joked to Susan, "Hmmm. Not bad. I think we'll keep her."

There was a part of Brenda that screamed, NO! I have to stop this! I'm a human being, not a possession! But a larger part was overwhelmed by pleasure and desire. She was already on the verge of climaxing, just from a few idle fingertip brushes across her ass cheeks and pussy.

She thought, What have I done?! I'm a complete goner, letting my lust rule me. I can't let them boss me around like this! Why does my body betray me and love this kind of humiliating treatment so much? It's bad enough that I've fallen hard for Alan; I can't fall for them too! The problem is, it's too fucking hot that Suzanne said "I think we'll keep her." She probably meant it as an aside, but what if she didn't? What if they keep me as some kind of sex pet?! UGH! Too hot!

She obediently stood back up and struck an even more submissive pose of attention, with her chest thrust out and both hands behind her back.

Susan explained, "Brenda, do you understand why you're wearing Amy's shoes? We all know that high heels change your whole posture and especially shape your legs and tighten your butt. But more than that, wearing them is a sign that you're trying to please and arouse Alan with your entire body, even down to your toes. Think of them as bonds of love."

That excited Brenda so much that she got weak in the knees and nearly fell over. But she recovered and stood proudly, basking in wearing the heels as if she'd been awarded a medal. "Bonds of love!" Oh God! So true! I'll never think of high heels in the same way again!

Suzanne raised a curious eyebrow as she turned briefly to Susan, only to see that Susan was staring at Brenda's heels with lust in her own eyes. She wondered how much Susan herself believed that "bonds of love" comment, but this was not the time to ask. Instead, she said to Brenda, "And I believe you owe us both greeting kisses."

Brenda meekly nodded. The casual confidence she'd shown as she walked in the door had already been replaced by trembling, barely controlled anticipation at the prospect of being fondled and kissed by these two sizzling hot mothers. It was ironic that Brenda had always resented her overly busty tits, because now that she'd opened up more to her true feelings, she longed to touch and fondle the big tits of other women. They reminded her of her own deceased big-titted mother that she'd lusted after many years ago. That history also helped to make her a passionate lesbian lover once her urges were released.

Still fully dressed, Susan and Suzanne proceeded to run their hands all over Brenda while she stood buck naked and perfectly still. They took turns kissing her while their four hands explored her remarkably curvy body.

Brenda knew the other two were deliberately treating her like a piece of meat. Even though she found that insulting, or perhaps especially because she found it so insulting, she loved it so much that she had to fight not to scream out in ecstasy. It was hard for the part of her that was resisting her submission to make any headway when Suzanne knew exactly how to push every button (with Susan ably following along).

Susan and Suzanne were talking about Brenda as if she wasn't even there. It was clear that she wasn't supposed to participate in the discussion.

For example, Susan asked Suzanne, "So, do you think Alan is going to fuck Brenda tonight?"

"Oh, sure," Suzanne replied. "His big cock will be plowing deeply into her somewhere, no doubt. The only question is which of her holes will he fill to the brim with his sweet cum."

"What if he fucks her... here?" Susan plunged two fingers into Brenda's slit, making Brenda gasp loudly.

"Sure, he'll definitely take full control of her cunt," Suzanne said matter-of-factly as she caressed the undersides of Brenda's huge orbs. "I'd be surprised if he doesn't fuck her until she screams for mercy. But of course he won't stop just because of that; he'll keep on fucking her until she's seriously worried that she's going to die of a heart attack. And then he'll just keep on fucking her until she passes out from pleasure!"

Susan purred in a relaxed tone even as she kept frigging Brenda's cunt. "Mmmm. I love it when he does that to me." Alan hadn't fucked Susan's pussy yet, but she certainly knew what it was like to be pleasured by him to unconsciousness. Besides, Brenda was too far gone with lust to quibble.

Suzanne taunted Brenda by asking, "We know Brenda's going to get fucked like she's never been fucked before, but do you think he's going to stop there?"

Susan smiled widely at the easy set-up question. "Oh no! Definitely not. I imagine he'll fuck her giant tits for a good long time too!"

Brenda gasped out loud. She was so aroused that sweat was starting to trickle down her forehead, even though she wasn't moving at all.

Susan continued, "Yes, I can almost picture it now: his hot cock BURNING right through her tight, deep cleavage! And when that happens, I'm sure she's going to show her love for his cock by bending her head down and stuffing all of that big cockhead in her mouth! And then she's gonna slather and slurp and suck as if her life depends on it! Because that's what good, busty, fuck sluts do."

"You mean like this?" Suzanne slid an entire hand deep into Brenda's cleavage. When her fingers poked out of the top she wiggled them enticingly.

Brenda immediately bent her head as far down as she could to start feverishly licking Suzanne's fingertips. She was frustrated that she couldn't reach lower so her mouth would feel stuffed full of the clumped-together fingers.

"Exactly!" Susan said triumphantly. Then she asked Suzanne, "What about her ass? Do you think he'll fuck her ass tonight?" Before there was a chance to reply, Susan whispered to Brenda, "By the way, he fucked MY ass today! I can still feel it!"

Brenda stared in wide wonder. She asked in breathless awe, "How was it?"

"How do you think? How could it be anything but fantastic?! As great as the first time was, this time was even better! I can't wait to tell you all about it! But I'd better hurry, because you don't have much time to prepare! He's fucked my ass, Suzanne's ass, Katherine's ass, and many more! It's just a matter of time until he takes your ass too!"

Seeing how much this was affecting Brenda, Suzanne chimed in, "Indeed. That could very well happen tonight!"

Hearing that was more than Brenda could handle. She screamed in her mind, Oh no! Not that! Please! Damn you, Susan! You've broken me! She had a big orgasm then and there.

Fortunately, Susan and Suzanne seemed not to care. They continued to play with her tits, mouth, cunt, and any other part of her they wanted. Given Brenda's powerful reaction to this anal sex talk, they paid special attention to her ass. They even took turns anally fingering her.

They kept at it until Brenda simply collapsed from so many repeated orgasms.