Bria's Welcome Party Part 2 - Bria will have Amy her way, with a surprise discovery about her partner

"Lay down," Bria commanded, pointing to the bench.

"Y-yes...master," Amy says shyly, resting on the bench and spreading her legs. Amy crosses her arms to cover her chest, blushing with so many eyes on her. When she recognizes others in the bath house looking towards her, she **** her eyes shut.

Bria drags one finger against her skin, outlining her assets. Amy jumps at the touch. "Tell me, how long have you been here?" Bria asks.

Amy does not turn to look at Bria. "Two...two weeks...m-master..." She looks off to the side.

"That's not very long," Bria looks over to Lily.

"Don't fret. She is properly trained and knows her duties," Lily replies, then turns to Amy. "What do you want right now, my trained slut?"

Amy stutters an answer. "I want m-master's...d-dick inside of m-me." She shakes her hips.

Bria smiles. "How can I say no to that?" She moves her feet around, positioning herself against Amy's entrance, and leans forward. Her arms were posed on either side of Amy and rested her body on top of Amy, letting her breasts meet her trepid toy.

Amy's face went flush red, seeing Bria's eyes so close to her, scanning every detail and feature she could look into. With Bria blocking out everyone's gaze, however, Amy looks back with a different disposition, seeming more desirable and wanting of Bria. The type of gaze that displays a type of affection, but also ****.

It wasn't the first time Bria saw that face, a tender longing for her with their kind innocent eyes resting on her. Bria has played with many innocent maidens until she got them to open up (their legs) to her in the past. Such fear was held from the pain of the act, but Bria had no intention of harming something so gentle and innocent.

Bria leaned forward and gave a warm kiss to her cheek. "I'll be a nice master," she whispers to Amy. "I promise. I won't hurt you," After that promise was uttered, Amy wrapped her legs around Bria and pulls her in. Bria met many women who are **** into doing this kind of act, guessing Amy might have had one rough partner in the past. Bria's game wasn't always about twisting arms (not usually) to get inside the hole of who she desired. Sometimes, the effort to make herself as alluring as possible only required a bit of observation and the right words. It was this power she had that made Amy desirable, seeing her wince to now acepting her. The fact that she could make her, or any girl, change their disposition gave her power that she relished in.

Lily was on the side of the bench, fingering Belle while another futa shoved their cock into Belle's pussy, the two of them driving Belle to cry and moan. "You should be thankful your master is playing nice," Lily says mockingly.

"Y-yes...thank you, master, for your kindness," Amy says while her mind was feeling soft.

"Good girl," Bria then pushed herself inside of Amy. She was tight for someone with a modicum of experience, and, despite how slippery she was, Bria was having to push herself harder than usual to get inside. Finally, when she broke through, Amy let out a violent shake and cried, her tears forming in her eyes.

"You're a virgin?" Bria backed up.

"She 'was'...a virgin," Lily chuckled. "Our high-mistress Delaney made sure you were provided with a proper...welcoming gift." She looks down to Amy. "Congratulations Amy. It would be a shame to stop here, however, even after choosing your master."

"What do you mean 'choose a master?'" Bria turned to Lily.

"Many of our girls have conditions when they join us," Lily said, rubbing Belle's baby bump. "She chose you to be the father of her child and her master. I was tasked with training her until mistress Delaney invited you."

Bria looked back to Amy. "That's sweet, but why me?" She asked.

Amy still adjusted to Bria's cock before looking at her new master. "My...my best friend slept with you once. She was so happy when her daughter came. Her daughter was... like you.... I..." Amy bit her lip, her cheeks blush red.

Bria smiled. "You wanted a baby of your own?"

"Your baby..." Amy cooed. "I want that kind of happiness too. I thought...maybe...if I did it with you...then..." Her face turned red again.

A sweet pang pulled a cord inside Bria. "You understand what having a baby means, don't you?" Bria was never one to give the girls she mated a second chance out of her seeding, but the question came more from wanting to know her intentions.

"I do," Amy said more confidently. "But, I still want to feel that same happiness that Candace did..."

"Candace?" Bria raised an eyebrow, suddenly it all made sense to her.

"Yes, master. She still...think of you..." Amy says.

Before Amy could continue, she placed a finger of Amy's lips. "Maybe I'll drop by and we can have another night together. But your master... needs you now," Bria winked.

Amy stared back into Bria's eyes. She nodded. "My body is yours..."

And with that simple statement, Bria shoved herself into Amy, giving slow, deep thrusts with careful movement. Amy let out a yelp every time she felt Bria push in.

"By the time... we are done, I promise you...I could have...knocked you up ten times over," Bria said in between grunts.

"Yes...ah...yes, master...fill me up...ah!" Amy howled, her voice rang out in pleasure.

Bria slowly picked up her pace. She would have enjoyed getting to go wild into this loving cunt, but Bria learned from experience that a virgin was a delicacy, especially when one was presented as a gift to her. It was a unique sensation unlock many others who would otherwise know the intracacy of lovemaking - or babymaking in Bria's case. After many years, Bria had a grasp on handling those less experienced and took charge, ensuring her lovers received a proper finish. As she carefully pushed into Amy, Amy's cunt was contracting out of reflex, but eventually, she found a steady rhythm and was timing it as she was pulling back. Once she had grown accustomed, she picked the pace up again. It was right. Everything in this moment was perfect and Bria relished every second of it.

Bria pushed in harder and Amy wailed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. When Amy came, her body spasmsed and gripped into Bria, who gave one final grunt and erupted her load into Amy's sweet cunt. The two shuddered with ecstasy.

"Yes! M-Master!" Amy shouted, contracting around Bria's cock, sucking her in and squeezing every drop of cum. The **** of her load, immense as it was, spilled out globs of cum around the seal where Amy's slit and Bria's cock met. Bria arched her body, her body shivering with the intesnity of her climax, already wishing she could relive it again. Before long, she collapsed on Amy, the two heaving for air.

After a moment of relief, and sharing in some passionate kisses with Amy? Bria pulled herself out, looking down, examining the baby batter that dripped onto the floor.

"You were amazing," Bria whispered into Amy's ear. Amy smiled at the compliment. She once again cried. The deed was done and she will carry the same load her slut of a friend once held for nine months.

But Amy had forgotten one thing. This was Bria. The sudden jerk of her cock slamming back into her caused her to jump.

"I promised, didn't I?" Bria looked down at see Amy's sheepish eyes. "I will knock you up ten times over, and I plan on doing just that."

At first, horror marred Amy's cute face, the idea she was about to be used mercilessly without that love freightened her. But feeling Bria's cock press against her wet, yet still tight entrance and her body resting against hers, and seeing the cute eyes of her master look back at her, while wild with lust, still loving and affectionate, she felt once more the familair intamcy they shared. "Yes, master," Amy closed her eyes.

For the next hour, Bria treated her new toy to all kinds of kinky play while spilling more of her load inside her promised service maid. moving her into different positions. Other futa joined to play with Amy, but Bria made sure only her cock was ramming that once-virgin hole. By the end of it, Amy was spent. Bria was seemingly spent as well, but one glance around her reminded her what she was doing here and with vigor, somewhat ****, she was excited to know who else might be walking away with her bun in their oven.