Fang delivered more thigh spanks to Aspen’s now flaming thighs. Aspen had never thought of her thighs as tender or vulnerable but the pain was incredible. A bad surprise.
Fang inquired, “Is the American slut too stupid to understand she needs to lick her superior’s pussy? Is she too stupid to know it is her duty and privilege to lick a Chinese Mistress’s pussy? That she is lucky Fang makes her do it?”
Too stupid?
Aspen felt dull thumping resentment. Especially in her thighs, her nipples, and her pussy. That was resentment, wasn’t it? It was some kind of unholy mix of pain (her thighs), lust (her nipples), and need (her pussy).
Wait, where was the resentment? Maybe only in her head. It was there. She knew it was. But it didn’t cancel out those other feelings.
It might even accentuate them….
Things were not going well!
Aspen knew that. She also knew she wasn’t getting enough air. And that she needed another orgasm. All of a sudden. Already. So soon after the last one.
And she knew Fang could spank her thighs as many times and for as long as she wanted. No one would stop her. Aspen couldn’t stop her.
And she knew Fang would not get off her face until her face got Fang off.
God fucking dammit.
Aspen had never entirely ruled out taking part in a lesbian interlude at some point in her life. She would not consider a lesbian relationship. Never that, but maybe a little passing situation or something to entertain the two guys that were with her and another girl on an intense double date. Something like that.
Maybe even with Rylie though she doubted Rylie would ever be open to it. Rylie would have to be pretty drunk. Like unable to walk a straight line or say the alphabet drunk. Which was taking advantage and would not be cool… unless Aspen was also drunk. Then she’d be off the hook.
A passing lesbian one-time silly for fun fling, nothing too heavy, as in no pussy licking, wasn’t off the menu so to speak even if she wouldn’t want to lick a pussy.
But not like this! Not so rough! Not with a Chinese brat who disrespected America and, oh, by the way, Aspen herself.
But Aspen knew, young women made plans and God laughed.
Aspen released a groan of frustration.
Fang rocked on Aspen’s face, “Oh, that’s a sexy sound! So sexy! Yes, all right, American, I will spank you more. Your sounds tell me you want it. How about I spank your pussy?”
How about not!
Fang did not get the memo.
There was a flesh-dampened wet flesh-on-flesh sound. A spank! On Aspen’s pussy! Fuck that hurt!
A pussy spanking!?! Who did that!?!
Fang did that.
Fang delivered two more pussy smacks.
They made Aspen’s mind sharply change course. She had to do anything Fang wanted! Fang was so in charge. Aspen had to obey her!
Aspen gave up resistance. She had to but, bizarrely, she thought she also wanted to. She couldn’t understand why.
Fang must have sensed the defeat in Aspen from the way Aspen’s struggling drained away to nothing.
“I ask again, is the American slut I sit on too stupid to know what to do?”
Damn it. She wasn’t too stupid! What did she have to do to prove—
Oh. Yeah. That. Aspen knew what Fang wanted her to do. What Fang required.
What Aspen also wanted to do? Just a little bit?
No. Not a little bit. A lot.
Yes, the pussy spank pain was highly motivational. But that wasn’t even the main thing.
Fang was so… fucking mean… and weird… but also… she was so take charge. So her way or the highway wasn’t even an option, you had to do it her way. The way Fang was so commanding made Aspen feel like obeying commands.
Not good. Not wise. Not right. But….
Aspen unlocked her teeth and opened her mouth. As her mouth opened, Fang’s pussy lips pressed inward, partly filling Aspen’s mouth. Aspen was well aware she may not get to close her mouth for some time. Not until she’d done what Fang wanted and for as long as Fang wanted.
She would do it. She had to. But not because she wanted to do it!
Not because of that… but she wanted to do it even more than before Fang’s pussy lips crowded into her mouth. It was like how you might not be hungry but then you ate a potato chip and, next thing you knew, you’d eaten half the bag and were still hungry for the other half of it.
She licked smooth, soft, hot wetness. She supposed it wasn’t Fang’s pussy’s fault that Fang was such a bitch. She guessed it was fine to make Fang’s pussy feel good. She wasn’t doing it for Fang. She wasn’t!
She licked. She tasted. Fang moaned.
The spanks had stopped. Aspen kept licking. The pain from the spanks continued. The pain seemed to spur Aspen to greater oral efforts. Not to avoid further spanks. The pain was part of the intense situation and it spurred Aspen on as much as her erect hypersensitive pierced nipples did.
It felt like she was rewarding Fang for hurting her. She guessed she was. She felt that thumping resentment like before and knew it was also demanding lust. The resentment added to her lust. It shouldn’t but it did.
She guessed it worked out for spoiled Chinese bitches to hurt American sluts. It worked on Aspen. It worked for Fang. Her Mistress was getting Aspen’s best efforts.
Her Mistress…?
Oh, this was getting so fucked up. Aspen felt like a mental and emotional clusterfuck.
Such a clusterfuck that it made her want to fuck? Was she fucking? She was thrusting her tongue. She guessed it was fucking. She was tongue-fucking this mean… cruel… spoiled… Mistress?
Aspen felt clueless. Like she was dumb. She’d never thought she’d be in a situation like this and she’d never imagined licking a pussy let alone actually doing it. Her cluelessness made her feel desperate for direction.
From someone commanding….
It was like she needed someone bossy to boss her around, tell her what to do, make her do it, and make her like it.
Wait. Like it?
Did she like licking Fang’s pussy?
Oh no. She did. She adored it. She felt half smothered but she wanted to keep licking Fang’s pussy more than she wanted air. And she needed air for life!
Fang moaned, “Yes, the superior Chinese is teaching the American slut doll a new trick. Now she is a pussy licker. So very lesbian!”
That wasn’t–!
Oh, ah, Aspen guessed it was true. It was hard to deny that she was a pussy licker while she was actively licking Fang’s pussy. So actively. So eagerly.
Well… just because she was licking a pussy did not mean she was a lesbian. Anyone could lick a pussy. Guys did. They weren’t lesbians, were they?
Okay, that was a dumb thought. Maybe Fang was onto something when she insinuated Aspen was stupid. Aspen had always felt smarter than average. But maybe she wasn’t. She had doubts!
Anyone could lick a pussy. That did not make them a lesbian.
So, what would?
Enjoying doing it?
Shit.
She did like it.
Fine. She was bisexual. She swung both ways though she’d only swung this way for the first time. She’d admit the bisexual thing. She had to. But not anything more than that! She was not going to go through life as a lesbian.
She licked. She sucked. She breathed a little sometimes. Fang’s full thighs pressed on her face. Aspen’s mouth felt pussy gagged. Fang’s asshole pressed on Aspen’s nose, making the nostrils open and close. Aspen’s air intake was intermittent.
Fang moaned and then spoke again. Aspen realized she was eager to hear what Fang said. How weird was that? Fang only ever said mean things to her and yet she wanted to hear more.
She listened with wide open ears despite the thighs pressing against them. And she also listened with her mouth wide open.
“Your Mistress knows only a slutty lesbian would so enjoy licking pussy. Fang can tell. Fang will give you a steady diet of pussy. Fang will addict you to your Mistress Fang’s pussy!”
Fang’s words made Aspen wriggle helplessly, wriggling just to wriggle, and made her wiggle her tongue deeper. Like she wanted to please Mistress Fang for her nasty words.
And that terrible claim! Could she get Aspen addicted? What if Aspen did get addicted to licking pussy? What would become of her?
Fang was turning her into a lesbian!
It was enough to get Aspen to stop licking. But then her tongue wanted to get back to it. She fought to stop it.
She had to stop being so lesbian if she did not want to be a lesbian!
You are what you eat!
Lesbians do lesbian things. To not be a lesbian, you had to stop doing lesbian things. Things like licking pussy.
Oh, it was so tempting though. The pussy was right there. It was more than “right there.” Fang’s hot wet pussy pressed onto and partly into her mouth. Fang engulfed Aspen’s lips with Fang’s pussy lips.
Fang wanted it.
Fang’s pussy sure seemed to want it.
Damn it, now even Aspen wanted to do it!
Aspen could not shrug physically but she shrugged emotionally.
She was already there. She’d started licking pussy. Maybe she should go cold turkey on pussy licking after this one, but not in the middle of licking it.
It wouldn’t be fair to her Mistress….
Shit, it wouldn’t be fair to the spoiled brat picking on her! Was that a better way of thinking about it? Anything had to be better than using the term Mistress. Accepting that term.
Aspen felt like an alcoholic who decided to go on the wagon but then saw the bottle of bourbon was still half full and thought it sure would be a shame to dump it down the drain. So, the alcoholic thought maybe they should drink the rest of the bottle and then stop drinking. Maybe they should celebrate the decision to stop drinking by having a few final drinks….
Fang spanked Aspen’s pussy again. And again. Aspen’s pussy still stung from the earlier spanks. The fresh pussy spanks were twice as painful.
And then two more pussy spanks.
“Lick the superior Chinese pussy, inferior American! You must!”
Aspen had to agree. She must! Her pussy hurt!
The taste of Fang’s pussy was all over inside her mouth. What was a little more taste?
Aspen wanted it. She went back to licking.
She licked with more dedication than before. She couldn’t help it. Her resistance hadn’t worked. She’d failed. Her only means of success now was to lick hard and lick well.
The spanks stopped. Aspen concentrated more on the pussy licking. It was more than licking. Sometimes she sucked on the pussy lips dangling into her mouth.
The spanks had stopped but the pain from her pussy blazed and thrummed. It was a combination of pain and arousal. Fang had spanked her pussy while Aspen’s pussy was unfortunately aroused. The pain did not counteract or cancel out the lust the way Aspen thought it would or wished it would. Fang’s spanks made lust and pain coalesce into something more powerful than the sum of their parts.
Aspen licked. And sucked.
Fang made little sounds of enjoyment that soon became big sounds of pleasure. Moans and groans. Chinese words that sounded like curses. Aspen bet Fang was insulting her in Chinese. Aspen didn’t care.
No, wait, she did care. She thought she deserved insults. Whatever Mistress Fang called her was probably the simple truth.
Aspen was rarely prideful, not in a conceited way, only in a celebratory way, but she was also rarely ashamed. She had a slightly wider range than most young women of what she could do that would not cause shame and she simply and easily avoided anything that would cause shame. It was automatic to her until now. Now avoiding wasn’t an option. But it still felt like her fault because she wasn’t just doing it, she liked doing it.
She’d never felt this much shame. Or so much lust.
Yes, Mistress Fang should insult her. She deserved it. It turned her on and her arousal made her feel more shame so she deserved more insults. It was a vicious circle.
Aspen did not wish to be out from under Fang. She only wished Fang would insult her in English so she could understand the insults and agree via her tongue thrusts and sucking.
Aspen didn’t notice when she did it but she suddenly realized she’d drawn up her legs a little, bent her knees outward, and lay like a frog roadkill on its back.
She realized it when Fang did something to her pussy much worse than spanking it.
Aspen’s change in position perhaps acted to offer her pussy to Fang. Another reason for shame!
Fang accepted that offer.
Fang rubbed Aspen’s pussy with her free hand.
It felt…!
It was way too good!
Oh no!
Orgasms were so compromising and Aspen would have another one if Fang kept it up. She knew it but there was nothing she could do about it.
Fang huffed, took in a deep breath, and then switched to English, “I see this wet slutty American pussy. I feel it. So hot and so wet. So soft. I like it hairless. Just like a doll! They never have hair between legs and neither do you.”
Yes, Aspen bet that was true….
Yes, it felt soooo good….
Fang breathlessly declared, “Maybe I also have samurai sword fingers. They, too, must be sheathed in pussy and drink of pussy juice as they sheath.”
Did that mean—
It did!
Fang slid two fingers into Aspen’s pussy. Aspen humped upward. She couldn’t help herself!
She also couldn’t close her legs. She knew she should try even though she knew it was too late. She was frogged open, physically begging for it.
It must look like she wanted it!
She did want it.
She must look so slutty!
She felt so slutty. She was so slutty. She was such a slut.
Fang, that arrogant spoiled bitch, probably thought she was Aspen’s Mistress!
Aspen was also starting to think Fang was her Mistress.
It was so scary! It was so thrilling!
Fuck!
Fang drilled her fingers rapidly into Aspen’s pussy. Aspen’s pussy was exquisitely sensitive from the orgasm she’d had and from the spanks. She could not resist the pleasure.
Fang pressed her pussy hard down onto Aspen’s mouth. She released a long groan. She shook. Then Aspen felt her mouth and jaw flood with juices. Much of the flow went down her throat.
Fang’s released a bigger quantity of bodily fluids than any guy Aspen had ever been with! And Aspen swallowed it down. It took multiple swallows.
Oh, so nasty…!
It was so nasty… and such a turn-on!
Aspen squealed into Fang’s sex, lifted her hips, and joined Fang in orgasm.
