It was a vibrator!
Aspen looked over at Fang and saw Fang holding a white cylinder in her hand. Smooth with a curved tip, rounded at that end. A dildo! It vibrated in Fang’s hand.
It was in the hand on the far side from Aspen but it was a bit closer than that because that hand hovered over Fang’s pubic mound.
Aspen felt panic. She remembered what Caihong had told them. No sex toys allowed for the twins! If Fang did this, Caihong would know the next time she talked with Aspen. She was a human lie detector and was sure to ask!
“Stop!”
Fang looked at her with irritation, “What is the problem, American?”
“You shouldn’t use a vibrator. In America, it’s considered super slutty to use vibrators or dildos or any kind of sex toy.”
“Slutty? Then you must love them. So says your “instruction manual” just above your pussy.”
“No, no, it isn’t the right kind of slutty. In America, using a sex toy is… is… the ultimate humiliation.”
“Really? Again, maybe you would like to use it.”
“No!”
“Then I will use it. In the Chiu estate, this is like China, not America. I can do this with no humiliation at all.”
“No! It’s rude. That’s another thing. You can’t do that right next to me in bed.”
“Should I have you at the foot of the bed? Or on the floor and call you back up once I have floated to high tide?”
Floated to high tide? Did Fang mean having an orgasm? She must.
Sit on the floor a few feet from Fang as Fang vibrated herself to an orgasm? And then come up and lay next to a sweaty nude Fang?
No thanks!
But it wasn’t any better to lay right next to her as she did it….
Fang moved the vibrator up and down while holding it sideways. She ruffled her pubic hair with it.
She was almost using a sex toy! Aspen had to stop her. But how?
If all else fails, try telling the truth.
“Fang, I need to tell you something. You know Rylie and I are getting paid to be your companions, right?”
“Yes. Of course. Which means you gave up this freedom you value, in part, and means you must do whatever your Mistress Fang tells you to do.”
Aspen did not care for Fang’s view on it (She did not have to do anything Fang told her to do! She did not!) but she had a bigger fish to try to fry.
“It’s a lot of money, Fang, but your grandmother has rules. Rylie and I get nothing if you or Xiang make use of any sex toys. Even one, even just once, and Rylie and I will be cheated out of the money. We need that money. That’s why we’re here.”
Fang turned on her side, facing Aspen and a little closer now when she was already too close before in Aspen’s opinion.
Fang propped her top leg up, knee lifted, foot just behind the calf of her other leg.
A pussy-revealing positioning.
Aspen couldn’t help but look… there….
Fang moved the vibrator slowly up and down her slit, the head of it scant millimeters from her pubic hair at the top and Fang’s thick light brown labial lips.
Fang said, “So I should not insert this sex toy into my pussy? Hmm?”
“No! Please don’t!”
“You would lose so much money? Hmm?”
Damn it. Aspen knew then that she should not have told Fang the truth. She hadn’t had a choice, maybe, but now Fang had her by the short hairs as Fang came close to again dildo-caressing her own short hairs.
“Please don’t, Fang! Please!”
“I do not know if your begging is enough. I am so rebellious. I would so love to defy my grandmother. And to float to high tide at the same time as defying her? This, as they say in the advertising world, would be priceless. It would be most sweet to both get my way and have my way.”
“Please, Fang!”
“Yes, I like the way you beg. It is music to Fang’s ears.”
Aspen bit her lip. This was so humiliating! She was begging this bitch to not use a sex toy on herself! A nude bitch whose nude pussy was only two feet from Aspen’s pussy!
Was Fang’s pussy wet?
Aspen looked down. It was. Actually, both pussies down there looked wet. Aspen’s had no pubic hair to hide or absorb wetness.
Her wetness was the fault of the damn pierced nipples! Those piercings caused problems in areas other than only her nipples. Fuck!
Aspen made a whimper of frustration. Fang wanted to hear her beg, so she had to beg. She had to.
“Please, Fang. Please don’t use that vibrator on yourself!”
“Hmm? No? Then can you use it on me? We get around Grandmother Caihong’s rule and we get it inside me at the same time! It will be you using it on me, not me on myself.”
“Uh, no, no, that wouldn’t work. Either way, it’s a sex toy and you’re not supposed to use it. Even with, ah, my hand on it, it will still be used on you, for you. So, please, please, pretty please, put that thing away.”
Yeah, the last thing Aspen wanted to do was to use that vibrating dildo on Fang. Her hand would be inches away from Fang’s pussy! She bet Fang’s “secret sauce” would leak onto her hand! Gross! No, wait, fucking gross!
That was what she thought at the time. She was about to find out there were other things further up the “last thing” list that hadn’t occurred to her.
Fang looked uncertain, “This is a difficult choice. I do want to penetrate myself and float to high tide. I want it quite badly. I do not like to limit or restrain myself in any way. I should not have to.”
“Please, please, please Fang!”
Aspen could tell Fang liked it when she sounded so desperate. Fang liked to hear the begging note in Aspen’s voice. Aspen couldn’t remember ever begging. Maybe she had kiddingly in the past but not like this. It was genuine begging.
Her words made Fang’s dark eyes light up and gleam with nasty energy. Aspen knew it pleased Fang to make her beg. She realized Fang was pretending to be uncertain. Fang had already made a decision and would doubtless stick to it no matter what, but she wouldn’t let on what it was until she’d had her fun.
“Oh, please, Fang!”
Just like Fang played up her uncertainty, her need to be persuaded, Aspen felt herself playing up her begging, serving up her humiliating begging words and tone to Fang’s feasting ears.
There was something about begging. She saw it did something for Fang and that made her so angry. But it did something for Aspen also. No, to Aspen. It made her tummy tighten, her pussy hot, and her nipples ache needily. It felt like her nipples were trying to expand like water balloons. Her pussy lips also!
When Aspen realized her begging did that to herself, she was horrified. But she couldn’t stop herself. She wanted to beg more.
Fang hemmed and hawed, “I am so uncertain….”
Fang did not look uncertain! That bitch!
“Please, Fang. Oh, please.”
“I am tempted… to use this on my pussy….”
“Oh, Fang, please don’t! Please! Pretty please!”
She sounded like a sniveling, starving beggar now! It was so humiliating, especially because she sensed Fang made her decision already and Aspen’s begging would not sway that decision. Why was she begging?
“Pleeeeeeeeease, Fang!”
It felt so damn low and so damn good to beg this oh so bitchy Chinese girl.
Fang said, “I am also tempted to help my new companion. I am growing fond of you. I also like the idea of Grandmother Caihong having to pay you so much money. Nothing she does will impact me or Xiang. But if she has to pay you, then it will be like a fine for her. A financial punishment! She will pay for her manipulations. Literally!”
“Yes, you’re right, Fang! You’re so wise, Fang! Please, Fang!”
“Okay. Very well. I will not use it.”
“Oh, thank God! Thank you so much, Fang!”
“With some conditions.”
Oh shit. Not good.
Damn it. Nothing was ever easy with Fang.
“My vibrator is like a samurai sword. When a samurai sword is drawn, it must taste blood. When my vibrator is turned on, it must taste the juice of a turned-on pussy. There are only two pussies here and you say ‘please pretty please’ that you do not want me to use it on my pussy. Therefore….”
Oh no, no, no, no, noooooo…!
Aspen’s mind clutched at something and she blurted, “That’s a Japanese thing, not Chinese. Samurai swords are Japanese!”
“Yes, true, but for all you know this vibrator is from Japan.”
“For all I know?” Aspen had suspicions!
“Yes, for all you know and for all I know as well. I have no idea if this vibrator was made in Japan. It is better to be safe than sorry so we will assume it was made in Japan and must drink pussy juice when turned on.”
“Fuck that! You can assume that. I won’t!”
“It is your choice, Flame Hair Freckle Face. Into which pussy will the vibrator be sheathed? It is interesting that the samurai sword must taste blood and then is sheathed, while the vibrator must taste turned-on pussy juice and is sheathed while doing so. Sheathed in pussy.”
Damn. There it was. A no win choice.
But if it went in one pussy, Fang’s, it would cause Aspen to lose out on two hundred thousand dollars.
If it went into the other pussy, Aspen’s, then… Aspen guessed she might have an orgasm.
Lose out on two hundred thousand dollars or possibly have an orgasm?
Maybe the choice was not as difficult as she’d thought….
“Mine.”
“Mine what?” Fang teased.
“My… pussy.”
“Do what to your pussy?” Fang continued teasing.
What? Did Aspen have to beg for it?
….
Aspen thought Fang probably did intend to make her beg for it.
Aspen, recalling how the other begging made her feel, felt a desire to beg. A desire so strong it was more like a need.
Fang wanted her to beg. She wanted to beg.
Aspen was no fool. She saw where this would end up. So, she just went ahead and did it.
“Please, Fang. Let me put the vibrator in my pussy. I’ll sheath it in my pussy and give it a taste.”
Fang surprised her, “No.”
Wait, what? Had Fang changed her mind? Fang was going to fuck her pussy instead? Disaster!
“Please, Fang!”
“I will not let you put the vibrator in your pussy. Would a samurai give up his sword to someone else? No. And certainly not to an American slut!”
Aspen didn’t like being called a slut but she couldn’t fully disagree, at that point, that she was one.
Fang explained, “I must personally sheath the vibrator in your white American pussy. If Fang wants a job done right, she needs to do it herself. Spread your legs! Prepare for sheathing!”
Oh, this was so bad! It would be just like Fang was fucking her with a vibrating dildo! So just like it that it would be exactly it!
Fang wanted to fuck her! With a vibrating dildo held in her hand!
That had to be as close as a woman could get to lesbian sex without actually….
Who was Aspen kidding? That would be totally lesbian!
But she had no choice.
And she was aroused.
Aspen spread her legs. She was super nervous. And excited.
Fang smiled a sedate and confident smile. Like she’d known all along. Like this was her goal, she’d known she’d achieve her goal, and here she was about to achieve it.
Fang brought the vibrator into play. She touched it to Aspen’s pussy lips.
Oh God!
That was a lot of sensation!
Aspen hadn’t had any idea a vibrator could feel that way in that location. She’d never used one before.
Fang slid the vibrator up and down Aspen’s pussy lips. Up and down. Just nudging the smooth rounded head slightly inward.
Oh God! Oh fuck! Those vibrations were powerful!
Fang nudged the dildo tip in more firmly, applying pressure, and delivering the vibrations. Aspen felt her pussy lips vibrating.
Fuck! Holy shit!
Aspen could barely take it. Fang better keep that dildo outside of her. Aspen thought she might lose her mind if it went in even an inch.
Fang added longer slit sweeps to her repertoire of dildoing. Down to the bottom and then all the way up to the very top of Aspen’s slit where Aspen’s swollen clitoris impatiently awaited its immediate fate.
The vibrating dildo head made light contact with Aspen’s clit which took in the vibrations and matched them.
Aspen released a “Gaaaaah” sound like a castle guard taking an arrow to the gut in the middle of guard duty.
Her head pressed back into the pillow and her feet flopped as Fang grinned wolfishly and pressed the dildo into firm demanding contact with Aspen’s clit.
That was it.
It was over.
Aspen’s orgasm began.
And wouldn’t stop! Fang kept pressing the vibrations into Aspen’s most sensitive point. Aspen’s shaking body twisted instinctually trying to avoid such overwhelming sensation. But Fang would not be denied. She lay her nude body diagonally across Aspen’s and kept the dildo on location.
Aspen’s legs flexed and flopped. Her arms tried to do the same thing as her legs but one was pinned down by Fang’s body.
Aspen orgasmed and orgasmed. Her hips bucked, trying to displace the dildo but Fang was strong and determined and Aspen was uncoordinated and trembling, all of her, almost as rapidly as the dildo vibrated.
Aspen’s orgasm continued and would not let go of her. She couldn’t judge time. At times she thought it was the best thing she’d ever felt and at other times she felt like it was torture.
Aspen did not lose consciousness but she lost awareness. She lost her sense of self and her sense of time. She was a bundle of reacting nerves, led by a certain tiny bundle of nerves. Her commanding out-of-control clitoris ruled over all of Aspen’s other nerves. The pleasure and the vibrations seemed to extend to every inch of her body, from her clenching toes to her blasted brain.
After an unknown length of time, Aspen’s awareness returned. Her first thought was, “Thank God it’s over.” Fang was no longer vibrating her clit.
Her second thought was, “What’s going on?”
She was still on her back, on the bed, head on the pillow, but her legs were bent up and back. Her knees were bopping at her cheeks. Fang’s arm was across the back of both of Aspen’s knees, keeping Aspen in the folded back position.
Then Aspen saw Fang’s eyes, peering from around one of Aspen’s knees and she heard Fang’s cheerful voice, “I see the American slut survived her orgasm. Good. Her first orgasm of our first night in bed together. It made your pussy ever so juicy. Perfect for this next part. It is time to sheath Fang’s sword!”
What!?! No! Fang had already used the dildo on her. Aspen had already orgasmed!
“Fang, please, no. You can’t. I can’t! Your sword already… tasted my pussy juice. You can put it back in its sheath now.”
Aspen maintained the samurai sword metaphor so that Fang would understand this was done, that they’d done enough.
Aspen didn’t anticipate Fang’s interpretation, “Yes, I agree, I will sheath the sword.”
To Fang, Aspen’s pussy was the sheath. Aspen realized that when she heard the dildo’s vibration function switched on.
Aspen felt the vibrating head of the dildo dig around between her pussy lips and locate her vaginal entrance. It was vibrating as much as before but now Aspen’s pussy was even more sensitive.
No! She couldn’t take any more of that!
“No, Fang! You have to stop!”
Fang did not stop. She pushed. The vibrating intruder drove inside against little physical resistance and without care of Aspen’s emotional reluctance. Aspen’s pussy was tight but it was also slick and wet.
The dildo went right on it, vibrating all the way. The vibrations seemed to strengthen once the dildo was fully “sheathed” in Aspen. Maybe it had multiple settings and Fang ratcheted up to a higher setting.
Aspen wanted to tell or ask or beg Fang to stop. But when she tried to speak, she could only make unintelligible sounds.
“Oh, ahh! Oooh, ah, aaaaahhg!”
Fang purred, “Yes, you love it so much. You are such a slutty American slut. I feed you the way a slut needs to be fed. Through any of her holes.”
“Oooooh! Ah, ah, uuuugh!”
“Yes, I hear you, Flame Hair Freckle Face. You love it so much. You love your Mistress Fang.”
“Ehhhh! Uh uh uh oooooooh!”
“I will make sure it is properly sheathed. I will try it again and again until it feels just right.”
Fang mostly withdrew the dildo and then slammed it back into Aspen’s pussy sheath. Then she did it again. And again. And again. She sheathed her “samurai dildo” over and over.
Vagina-dilating penetrations teamed up with astounding vibrations. Aspen felt herself losing her mind. The sounds she made sounded ever less human, like a wounded animal. Or an animal in rut.
“Uh, uuuuuuh, uh, uh, eeeeeeh!”
Fang said, “Your communication is so poor, American slut. You sound so stupid. It makes me wonder if these vibrations are shaking neurons out of your brain. I don’t mind if that is the case. I enjoy your body more than your mind. Stupid people are better at obeying me. I like to be obeyed.”
All Aspen could manage to say was, “Eh eh ef oooh uff uuuuugh!”
She sounded less intelligent than a caveman!
Fang kept driving the vibrating dildo. Aspen could not master her nervous system to muster any defense or any avoidance or any physical resistance. She was folded over, pressed down, and penetrated.
Fang told her, “Since you cannot make words, we will do it this way. Once the vibrator is properly sheathed, simply orgasm.”
Not orgasming wasn’t an option. Aspen already knew that. Fang was fucking her right out of her mind.
Aspen released a few more syllables, “Oooo ooon, oooon!”
She’d meant to say no and somehow it came out backward.
Aspen orgasmed. Her feet contorted and twisted in the air, her legs shook, and the dildo drove deep, pushing vibrations into her core. The vibrations and her orgasm lapped through her body.
