The futa needs to impress her, but Bria flips the script.

Bria takes Sandra by the hand, taking her straight to the master room and closing the door behind them.

"How lady like of you." Sandra said coyly.

Bria approached Sandra from behind and holds her crop top.

"So," Bria says while kissing her neck. "Answer me something. What does a woman like you really want with our little group?"

Sandra giggles under Bria's approach. "A woman like me? And what's with this question, you are suppossed to prove yourself to me. Afterall, I hold all the cards."

"See that's where you are wrong. Woman are like breakfast to me, and I pick and choose whomever seems...appetizing. You hold nothing but a cute set of clothes that hide your body. There is an entire town of woman who I could be spending time with this moment instead of a pompous queen like yourself."

There was a hint of irony to that statement, but Sandra quickly understood that her position wasn't as strong as she would have thought. Despite being a woman of power herself, she was in no position to deny this futa. She is athletic, the door is shut, and has her within the futa's grasp. Bria was now the kind of lover who plays with her food. She had already looked at Sandra, wearing these girlish clothes, learning that she has ambitiouns to be a mayor, all while Bria easily recognizes that she was being eyed from head to cock. Bria will not play the submissive lap-kitty who does what his mistress tells her to do. Bria has gotten bored with that long ago.

"If you understand I am a woman of power here, you should play a little nicer."

"And let you dance me around your finger? I think you will look more adorable begging for my cock."

And Sandra could feel that tool in Bria's pants poking at her butt. The futa's hands scanning every inch of her skin. Sandra didn't want to admit they felt nice and soft, searching every inch of her. They touched her just right. Even when she got more ambitious, reaching for her breasts, she let Bria take charge. It felt great, soothing even. Her breasts weren't large, but were weighty, and she felt them all throug her work and that took its toll. Bria lifted them and swirled them in her fingers. Sandra remained silent, with quiet breaths that hinted at her pleasure.

It took Sandra some will of her own to escape this web that Bria was spinning around her. She spun away, out of Bria's grasp, and backed against the wall for leverage.

"Stay right where you are," Sandra ordered. She **** a smile, trying to act tough. "Stay right there, understand? I want to see you strip before me."

But Bria took one step slowly at a time towards Sandra, her hungry eyes searchng up and down Sandra. The would-be bossgirl smile dropped quickly, and continued to shout orders. But Bria kept walking, deciding to at least take off her shirt on the way, popping out her magnificent breasts, and stopped when they were face to face, and their breasts touching.

It was intimidating for Sandra to have to look up to meet her eyes, and intimidating more to admit that Bria's were more impressive. Sandra tries once more to order Bria back, but instead, Bria lowers herself to rub her tongue against the nape of Sandra's neck.

"Maybe you should use your inside voice," Bria whispered.

There she was again, telling Sandra what to do. Sandra admitted that she could not get enough of this; the way their breasts rubbed together, the way Bria's tongue felt, the scent of Bria's sweat, even the way her hands continued to fondle her body made her feel weak. One knee was pressed between Sandra's legs. At first, she thought Bria was being daring, but when Sandra felt her knees slowly give out, that became clear enough it was there to support her, also rubbing her clit. How conveient.

"I...I am hot..." Sandra wanted to say something else, but in her state, she was incredibly horny. This game wasn't going her way, she needed to try something different.

Bria freed a hand, slipped it under the crop top and pulled it up. The pair of stiff melons hiding underneath were firm in the futa's hand. She moved down to play with the hardened tips that swelled at her touch, sliding her tongue down the sweaty skin of the woman, before biting down on her nips.

"Ohh..." Sandra breathed. "S-stop, at o-once." Her voice was weak, and the futa did not stop, instead, resorting to bite one of the buds, just to hear the woman's voice peak again.

Bria then freed a hand to massage her stomach. "So smooth," she remarked.

Sandra accepted the compliment.

"It does not suit you." Bria stands and throws off her shirt. She did not wear a bra underneath, and pressed her breasts against Sandra's. "I'm thinking you would look so much more beautiful with a gift inside of you."

Sandra fell silent, but her reaction was made clear by the amount of feminine juices that were suddenly pouring out of her womanhood.

"I mean to ask you this. If you know what our little group does," Bria traces her finger in a circle around Sandra's tummy. "Then what do you really want from all this?"

"I told you, I want..."

"I'm not talking about your policies or your end of the bargain." Bria leans in to whisper. "I want to know why you chose us, me, to put a baby in you."

Baby. That word had some effect on Sandra. As shiver ran down her spine, turning her docile.

It never quite occurred to Sandra what she would be getting into until she finally gotten herself wrapped in Bria's hands. Out of everyone she could have a baby with, she chose a group whose were predominantly horny futas.

Yet, the day Rhianna approached her, speaking of the promises and possibilities ofnthe Foundation, nothing grabbed her attention, until Rhianna revealed she was a futa. Then Sandra began to listen, especially the stories of Bria Foster.

"It's because," Sandra blushed. "I always wanted a futa's baby..."

Seeing Rhianna's cock, Sandra was stunned by the prospect that a woman could even have a male genitalia. For so long, Sandra had contemplated a partner. Being single, she was constantly shown suitor after suitor, and as someone who was among the leaders of the mayor, the option of raising a child was more accessible to her than most. However, none could satisfy her. In fact, for so long, she was content with spending nights with women, that she preffered them to anyone else. No one in their town was a futa, and, seeing Rhianna as a shining example, it made her ponder a rather dubious thought.

"What if we had more futas in our town?" Sandra questioned, never realizing that the very question was developing in the futa's mind.

A futanari. It was the best of both worlds. And she demanded only the best Rhianna's representatives could offer to mate with. Normally, Rhianna would have better suitors for this occassion. After a call with Savannah about the time frame, there was only one real option.

When she heard of Bria's accomplishments, it drove her wild. A futa that both bedded and left a baby in the woman behind, and moved on to the next. That was hot. A part of her wanted to see if she could tame Bria, make her bend and twist at her will. Well, Bria has seen many try.

Bria lowered herself to her knees, lift the skirt before her, and begin lapping up the woman's delicious juices.

"You don't even where pants or underwear. You just came ready to be bent over and let me have my fun."

"No, stop!" Sandra cried.

"Honestly, I love a girl who knows how pointless clothes are," and Bria continues tongueing her. Sandra was feeling weak from Bria's earlier play. She had to find a way to take control.

"E-enough!" Sandra wills herself to push Bria back. The futa gripped her tightly, however. And as she tries to wrestle her pleasure girl off, she ends up kicking Bria and stumbling forward, falling with her pussy right over Bria's face.

"Goddess, preserve me! Are you alright?"

Sandra got her response, the tightening of Bria's arms around her waist, and a continued movement of the tongue that rolled and poked at Sandra's labia. Sandra's initial freight was washed away, and despite being on top, she felt herself at the futa's mercy again.

"Fuck! Stop this. I can't take it." Sandra weakly muttered.

"You are so wet. It's delicious. It's even cute the way you rock your hips against my face. Does Miss Bossgirl want more?"

Bria's costant tongueplay made her feel heavy. Her body never felt so ****, yet so sensitive as now. She didn't even realize she was grabbing one of her breasts just for the extra stimulant.

"Ok, you got me. I am yours." Sandra said, defeated. Those weren't words she was used to saying. But her pussy ached for more than foreplay. 'Aching...when was the last time my pussy wanted a cock so much?'

"Completely?" Bria asked. "Are you mine for good?"

"Yes. Please, I will do anything. Just fuck me."

Bria chuckled under her breath, a bit disappointed at how easy it was to get Sandra to submit. "Anything? Well, first lets see how well this pussy feels wrapped around my cock. Take my pants off."

Bria laid back, watching Sandra unzip her jean shorts and pulls everything off of her. Sandra no longer had that defiance about her, and just had the air of an obedient girl. Although, to call it obedience was weak. What Sandra wanted to slip into a role, something that excited the senses. To be commanding was her usual role with partners. But Bria could see through, painfully obvious, that all she needed was enough excitement and enough pressure, and suddenly Sandra gives it up.

.........

Bria can see Sandra awaiting her next order with a smile. Bria twirls a finger, and Sandra strips down till nothing was left, doing a little dance while Bria's eyes scan every inch of her in the process. Sandra can see the futa only watching her body, judging, inspecting it as if deciding if it was to her standards.

A hint of fear struck Sandra, when Bria frowned. 'Does she find me not enough? Am I lacking somewhere?'

"Your arms," Bria said. "I want to see everything."

Sandra quickly threw off her bracelets.

"No need to rush," Bria said. "You want my futa cock stuffing you?"

Sandra nodded her pleadingly.

"Fine," Bria shrugged. "Your mistress demands you insert this cock into your sacred chambers."

Sandra kneels obediently over Bria, widening her entrance with her fingers, letting the juices drip on the big tool beneath her. Finally, she feels every inch enter her as she lowers herself.

'Oh, my Goddess. It's deep,' Sandra thinks. 'I feel it keeps going...Eek! Is it- Is it touching my cervix?'

"What is it, Miss Sandra?" Bria asked with a playful tone. "Is this not everything you could have wanted?"

'Oh, yes. Oh, by the holy Goddess, yes. It's spreading me apart. It's reaching inside so far...I didn't know it could feel so good so deep. If she cums now, would I feel her cumming into my womb?'

"Y-yes," Sandra answered in a shaky voice. She remained paralyzed. Bria allowed her the time to adjust, waiting for Sandra to make some indication. Once she meets Bria's eyes, the futa orders her to begin moving, and Sandra does so.

It feels good. A futa's dick was inside of Sandra, and she felt good. It was better than the toys she played with the girls. They provided relief when the need arose. But Sandra could not go back when she finally felt a real cock inside her. It drove her wild, making her go faster and harder, and by sheer accident, she went deep enough that Bria spanked her cervix with her tip.

It was like a lightning bolt thundering upon Sandra. Her body straightened up in a jolt and her voice strained as she tried to contain it, all the while her sweet sex tightened and gripped at Bria's cock whilst leaking more of her feminine fluids.

"Naughty girl," Bria snarled. "Is this how you service me? Cumming before your mistress?"

Sandra took a minute to recover from her intense climax. 'No toy has ever made me cum like this. I think-I think I'm in love with her cock. What I would do to have her all to myself?'

"F-forgive me, mistress. Your dick is incredible."

"I'll forgive you, but this isn't going to end," Bria glides one figner down that Sandra's smoith stomach. "Until my child is in there."

Sandra nods, and resumes her motion. She was drained after that climax, and her movements weren't as deliberate as before, that was clear by Bria's expression. She was disappointing her. In an effort to please her mistress, she again tries to allow herself to go deeper, but once more finds Bria's crown trying to breach her. While difficult, Sandra can see Bria relax and close her eyes. For now, she tried her best to resist th shock, but when she felt the approach of another dam ready to break in her, Sandra stops. Bria, however, grabs Sandra by the waste, and pulls her down, plunging the tip and breaching the walls into her baby well.

Sandra cries as her body tenses from the sudden burst of shockwaves that overloaded her senses.

"I'm cumming! Get pregnant!" Bria cries, and the hot white liquid poured into her in droves. Army after army breaching the gate to claim their territory, and her balls churning out more of her seed ready to find their new home.

Sandra collapses onto Bria, breathing heavily from her intense climax.

'I'm pregnant' Sandra kept thinking to herself. 'I am actually pregnant. I let a complete stranger use me, knock me up...I want her to do it again.'

"You know," Bria spoke after recovering her breath. "Putting a baby in you could get you in trouble."

"You should have... thought of that before you decided to pull me down." Sandra breathed. Although, true, that getting pregnant without a proper lover can cause issues, it wouldn't really matter if everything works out.

"You knew what you were getting yourself into." Bria said, and Sandra couldn't deny that. After all, Bria was their number one breeder. More likely, even if she said something, Bria might still have came inside. A thought which made Sandra want her more.

"So, daddy," Sandra said. "You got me pregnant. Now that fun times over, I guess you can tell Rhianna step one is done."

"What are you talking about? I'm still hard."

Sandra's eyes widened. Her cock was still hard inside of her. 'Amazing. It's this durable? Who is this futa?'

"It is well known, Miss Sandra, that several women are needed to calm me down. Unfortuantely, I had a long week and an even longer car ride. I hope you are thirsty for more, because I don't plan on stopping until I am satisfied."

...

Bria stepped out of the bedroom, patting the sweat of her head with Sandra's ripped crop top. She had barely thrown on her pants, leaving herself stark naked everywhere else, as she made her way back into the dining area.

"Phew. I could use a nice lunch." She muttered to herself as she stepped into the kitchen.

"It's dinner time," Rhianna said across the hall. "Had fun, I hope?"

"Yep," Bria nodded to the bedroom, and Rhianna went over to inspect, seeing a barely conscious woman covered in cum, giggling under breath, while Bria's spunk pooled beneath her pussy onto the bed.

Rhianna looks satisfied. "Good work."

"Where's Dory?" Bria just realized as she ate a sandwich.

"Here!" Dory sat up from the couch. "Wow! You went at it for hours."

"I've been pent up from that car ride," Bria wiped her face with a napkin. "Also, ever since starting my work, I think my libido has spiked."

Rhianna entered the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of wine. "We will need that toy you knocked up to clean up herself and get rid of the evidence of your time together. Those night sisters might already have an eye on this house."

"When are you planning on leaving?" Bria asked.

"Tomorrow. Sandra will look after Dory," As Bria said this. "You will have the house to yourself. One month, remember that, Bria. Same for you Dory. We have a lot to do. I wish you luck, but this is where we will part ways."

"How about a movie before we sleep?" Dory asked. "I don't normally get to have this kind of fun with others like me."

Bria shrugged her shoulders. "Sure. We are technically on vacation afterall."

"Let me get that whore before we start," Rhianna said as she waltzed back over to Bria's room.

The four of them watched a movie, before retiring for the night. Sandra stayed with Bria in her room, occassionally their sounds keeping up the other two. Dory could not hold herself from masturbaiting what she heard across the hall, and when she got tired, she slept on the couch. Rhianna, however, wistfully fell into a pleasant slumber, the sound of a woman's moaning and occassional squeal was music to her ears.