Xiang no longer looked amused. She looked excited and fascinated as she stared at the “SLUT” tattoo above Rylie’s pussy and, oh by the way, at Rylie’s bare pussy.
It was almost unbearable to Rylie, standing still while Xiang looked at her most personal area from just two feet away.
And then from just one foot away as Xiang leaned closer to get an even closer look!
Xiang looked more and more excited. Was she breathing faster? Maybe or maybe not, but Rylie was almost completely disconcerted to realize she felt Xiang’s warm breath on her pubic mound. On her pussy lips!
When Xiang spoke it was like she was talking to Rylie’s pussy because she kept looking at it while she talked, “You are a slut? No false advertising?”
Rylie answered, feeling like a public relations agent for her pussy, “No. I’m not a slut.”
“That is not what your pussy says. It says ‘SLUT.’”
Rylie knew she was supposed to try to steer Xiang away from wanting a tattoo for herself.
“That was a mistake. I did it to please a guy. It was a huge mistake. All tattoos are mistakes. I totally regret it.”
“It looks sexy. Why was it a mistake?”
“Um, well, that guy and then later on, other guys, they took it too seriously and treated me like a slut.”
Xiang laughed and laughed, one time bending forward in laughter, so close that her hair brushed on Rylie’s nude hip.
Rylie blushed for multiple reasons. The obvious ones such as her nudity and Xiang’s proximity and contact, because she’d lied about the tattoo – Rylie was no liar, and because Xiang was laughing at her.
Rylie automatically felt vulnerable while nude and no one likes getting laughed at all let alone when nude.
Xiang slapped one full thigh and got her laughter under control, “You have the word SLUT tattooed above your pussy and then you are surprised and think it a mistake because men treat you like a slut. So funny! Xiang must adjust her judgment of your level of intelligence. Dramatically downward.”
Rylie felt burning blushes high on her cheeks. She hated the idea of anyone thinking she was dumb. She wasn’t! She was super smart! She couldn’t recall anyone ever insulting her intelligence. She hated it!
Rylie tried to stay on mission. She had an assignment from Caihong. Hell, it was the whole reason she had tattoos!
Supposedly the reason. She had some worries in that department.
“Well, I learned my lesson. Tattoos are stupid. Tattoos are for dummies. I’m the living proof.”
Xiang laughed again, but this time she reached out and grabbed one of Rylie’s thighs quite tightly, “You are living proof that dumb tattoos are dumb. Dumb tattoos, not all tattoos. You are also living proof that stupid people do stupid things. And now I know a new way to tell if a woman is a slut. Simply look for notification of slut status on their body.”
Xiang laughed and laughed. Rylie stood and stewed. The fucking tattoo was no good! It wouldn’t cause Xiang to steer clear of tattoos, only from “dumb tattoos.” Rylie was tattooed for nothing!
“Turn now, Slut, and show me the other tattoo.”
“I’m not a slut!”
“That is not what your own body now says. Should Xiang believe you or her lying eyes? Now turn!”
Rylie did not so much turn as she was turned by Xiang. Xiang used the grip on Rylie’s thigh and a second grip on Rylie’s bare hip on the opposite side and easily turned Rylie.
Rylie was so upset by Xiang’s mean words and so startled by the way Xiang handled her that she completely failed to note that Xiang had told her to turn to show off her other tattoo. Xiang already knew where the tattoo was! If Rylie had realized that, then she might have more fully appreciated her situation and the way it was all set up.
But she didn’t.
One of Xiang’s hands remained tight on Rylie’s far hip. As a result, Xiang’s bare forearm pressed against Rylie’s abdomen and not coincidentally covered and pressed on the SLUT tattoo. It was physical contact about as close as possible to Rylie’s pussy without actually touching it.
Xiang’s other hand left Rylie’s thigh and pawed at Rylie’s ass.
Rylie felt trapped by Xiang’s hands and by the situation and her need to cooperate. She should not have to cooperate this much! But she could not seem to choose her level of cooperation. She either had to resist and leave or she had to cooperate with whatever course of action Xiang decided on.
Rylie had never felt so frustrated, so clueless, or so helpless.
She’d just stripped for a Chinese lesbian and now the Chinese lesbian was handling her. Physically! With her hands!
A lesbian was fondling her ass!
Xiang sounded quite pleased, “Hm, yes, I like this. The letter X on your ass, in Chinese no less, does indeed honor me. It is like a promise of so many other ways you can and will honor me. Do you know what this means?”
Rylie assumed Xiang was talking about the tattoo, “I know it’s the letter X. In Chinese.”
“You are a stupid one, it is so true. Stating the obvious is stupid and stating what you know I already know is stupid. That is fine for you to be stupid. Let me do all the thinking for both of us. This will work for us both. It will be like I have two bodies! One to enjoy, yours, and one for enjoyment, mine. The X tattoo is a secret tradition. Not that letter but that a slave gets a tattoo of the first initial of her Mistress’s name. So it is written! In ink on your posterior! You are my slave and I am your Mistress. Yes, this is a good honor for me. Perhaps Grandmother Caihong is not so bad after all.”
“I’m not a slave. You’re not my Mistress.”
Two statements of fact. Xiang ignored Rylie.
Rylie tried to step out of Xiang’s grip but could not bring herself to be as forceful as needed. She was stuck. She knew she didn’t have to be stuck. She knew she should put more effort into it. She could get free. But she did not put in the necessary effort. She remained in place.
Why wasn’t she fighting more effectively?
Xiang’s smooth inner forearm rubbed across the top of Rylie’s slit. That was accidental, right? Rylie wasn’t sure if it was. She was dealing with a lesbian. That lesbian was making contact with her pussy. What were the odds it was not accidental?
Was that why she wasn’t resisting harder? She knew the other reasons, the strategic ones, but they weren’t on the surface of her mind right then. What was? The feel of that smooth skin rubbing, almost sawing, against Rylie’s soft intimate area just above an even softer even more intimate area.
That wasn’t all that went on. Xiang pawed at Rylie’s ass, pushing and lifting it like she wanted to see how much stretch it had or how the X tattoo looked under different conditions.
It felt… well… it felt a lot… a lot… it was so personal… and it felt… a lot….
Just a lot, damn it! Nothing else!
The feelings from her ass seemingly ran down and between her legs and up her slit and joined the feeling in Rylie’s pussy. Like how two little puddles as they filled and expanded might leap to join each other and make a bigger puddle.
Speaking of puddles….
Oh no. No no no no no. Rylie felt that loose wet feeling. That wasn’t some random mistaken feeling. Whenever she felt that she was wet.
She was getting wet.
This was the absolute worst time to get wet! In her entire life!
Xiang traced a fingertip up and down and all over the tattooed X, “Even with the tattoo, this part of your ass is smooth and tight. No rough skin. Still sexy. Much sexier because your ass gives me respect. As it should. American sluts should respect superior Chinese.”
Damn it. The tattoo was not a sign of respect from Rylie towards Xiang. It was a sign of disrespect from Caihong towards Rylie. And it seemed to be a permission slip for Xiang to treat her with disrespect.
Mouth! Do your thing!
“Okay, enough. You’ve seen my tattoos. You’ve seen enough. Let go.”
“What is the rush, American? Companions should be close to one another. As close as possible. I am working on that as quickly as possible. Perhaps you begin to feel Xiang’s fine work?”
Was Xiang talking about… arousal!?! Talking about it out loud!?! Xiang should not notice Rylie’s arousal. If she noticed Rylie’s arousal then it meant she was looking at Rylie’s pussy! If Xiang did notice arousal, or now that she had, she should ignore it and pretend she’d never seen it. Oh, and she should assume it had nothing to do with her!
Rylie thought she should not be aroused at all. Then there’d be no problem.
Oh, well, excuuuuuuse her. She wasn’t used to being naked in front of a lesbian or to getting pawed by a lesbian. She also wasn’t used to disrespect and humiliation. It had her off balance. Rylie always seemed to compel a quiet respect from others just from the way she carried herself. But she wasn’t compelling any respect from Xiang, that was for certain.
Rylie mustered a scornful tone, “Are you done?”
Dumb question.
“No, American slut. Not at all. Not even close.”
“Do not call me a slut! How dare you!”
“Your own body calls you a slut. Why wouldn’t I?”
It was hard to come up with a comeback to that one.
Xiang surprised Rylie with a role switch between her hands. The hand on her ass reached and grabbed Rylie’s far hip to hold her in place and her hand on that hip, Xiang’s left hand, left Rylie’s hip.
Rylie felt Xiang’s forearm leave her lower abdomen. She felt a moment of relief but then felt Xiang’s fingers on that same place.
It took Rylie’s breath away. Instead of trying to talk, all she could do was sharply suck in air.
Xiang explained, such as it was, “I am checking for smoothness of this tattoo as well. Yes, it is smooth. Your flesh here is most tender. I can tell from your reaction that the tattoo has not desensitized this area. That is good. I want my companion to have a most sensitive pussy and surrounding areas. And her ass, too! This is good. It feels good to you, yes?”
What!?! It did not feel–!
Xiang rubbed her hand in firm circles. Almost demandingly. Just above Rylie’s slit. Sometimes her little finger brushed down across Rylie’s upper pussy lips. Right over Rylie’s flesh-concealed swollen clitoris.
That was accidental contact…?
Oh no. Her clitoris was swollen? Who gave her clitoris permission to throb like that? Not Rylie!
Xiang opportuned herself of Rylie’s weakened and confused state. She pulled hard with her right hand. The pull forced Rylie to first lean sideways towards Xiang and then to shuffle sideways towards Xiang so she did not lose her balance and fall on top of Xiang.
The last thing Rylie wanted was to be nude on top of a lesbian on a bed!
But the move made Rylie contact what she at first thought was the side of the bed. But then she felt heat on her leg and realized her leg was pressed against Xiang’s crotch. Xiang wore a sweatsuit and it felt like she might not wear anything underneath it. The sweatsuit was made out of some thin material and it quickly communicated the heat from Xiang’s pussy.
Rylie was nearly in a panic. She felt like she was in the grasp of a newly discovered breed of Chinese anaconda and it was about to start squeezing the life out of her.
Or maybe the heterosexuality…!
She had to get out of this situation!
Xiang spoke slyly, “I accept your non-answer as an answer that it does feel good to you.”
That wasn’t fair! Non-answers should not be answers!
Although… she was right… it did feel good.
Rylie thought hard about changing her non-answer to an answer but that presented its own problem. She did not like to lie and she sure didn’t want to tell the truth.
Never tell a lesbian that they were turning you on!
Rylie stood there and let her non-answer stand. And stood there letting Xiang’s correct assumption dominate the situation. And stood there getting more turned on.
Damn it.
Was Xiang’s hand rubbing lower now?
Damn it….
What was Rylie going to do about it?
Nothing. She didn’t feel like she could do anything.
The rubbing continued. And lowered.
Oh… damn it….
Was Xiang humping her pussy against Rylie’s legs? A little bit? Rylie was pretty sure she was.
Damn it.
This was enough and this was too much. No one humped Rylie’s leg! Not even a dog. Well, not for more than a couple of seconds.
Rylie decided to break free, but quickly realized Xiang had crossed her ankles together on the far side of Rylie’s legs. She was… leg hobbled! She couldn’t move. Not much. The little movement she did achieve, sort of a tilting wiggle, made Xiang’s hand drop lower on Rylie’s pussy.
Or did the darn Asian lesbian do that on purpose?
“Let me go!”
“Why do that? You like it.”
“Stop touching me down there!”
“As stated, why stop when you like it?”
The answer was that Rylie should not like it. That was why. But Rylie did not want to be that vulnerably honest with the Chinese anaconda girl.
Xiang moved her hand and outright cupped Rylie’s pussy.
Rylie jerked and huffed. She realized her jerk might have felt like she was trying to hump Xiang’s hand the way Xiang humped Rylie’s leg.
Rylie’s escape attempts seemed a lot like hump attempts! Rylie didn’t want to give that impression, so she stopped moving. The problem was that Xiang’s hand did not stop moving. It moved a lot. Up and down while pressing demandingly.
Since escape failed her, Rylie forced words to escape her mouth despite feeling breathless, “Stop touching my pussy!”
“I am getting to know you. You are shaved bare down here like a little girl. But with a big girl pussy. So smooth like your smooth tight-skinned tattoos. But much looser down here. Is it so wrong to get to know my companion? Nothing wrong with that. Also, you like it.”
That was the problem. It sure was. Rylie did like it.
Time to lie! Rylie did not like to lie. It was demeaning. It should not be necessary. That was her philosophy. But it was necessary now and it seemed less demeaning than letting this continue.
“I don’t like it!”
There. Nice and forceful. Rylie thought she sounded convincing. The key was redirecting her anger into the sound of false certainty.
The problem was that it didn’t have any effect on Xiang. She kept pussy fondling. She kept leg humping. She kept hugging both of Rylie’s legs, pulling them together like a lasso on Rylie’s legs, a lasso made out of Xiang’s legs.
Rylie felt precarious with her legs bunched together. In one way it was good because it limited Xiang’s access to Rylie’s pussy. But it did not limit her hand nearly enough!
Standing with her bare feet now together felt nearly the same as standing on one leg. She almost reached out to grab Xiang’s shoulders to steady herself. She did not want to make contact with Xiang. Xiang was a lesbian! But it was a misguided avoidance. The lesbian was already making lots of contact with her.
Feeling tremendous escape urgency and feeling something else all too nearly overwhelming, Rylie, in sheer desperation, tried to hop free of Xiang’s leg hug and leg humping.
Rylie’s feet could not clear the clinging Chinese anaconda. The only two results were a sharp flop of Rylie’s modest breasts and then a loss of balance. She reached out for Xiang’s shoulder with one hand but she wasn’t fast enough.
Rylie tilted forward; her legs kept straight by Xiang’s legs. She tipped. She couldn’t help it. She ended up hands down and ass up.
Xiang took quick advantage. Xiang was really good at taking advantage!
Quick as a weasel, Xiang pulled her hand away from Rylie’s pussy and looped it over the top of Rylie, almost instantly pressing down on Rylie’s lower back.
Rylie was tipped over and would now stay tipped over.
Xiang spoke like the whole situation was going to plan, “Yes, let’s put this tattoo X on your rear to the test.”
What? What test? Rylie was freaked out. She was normally calm in almost any situation. But this bad situation just kept getting worse, even when she thought it couldn’t. She’d thought it was bad and now it went from standing in the nude to bare ass up.
But now she did think it could get worse and was about to get worse.
This test Xiang spoke of could not be a good thing.
How right Rylie was.
Smack!
“Hey!” What the fuck was that!?!
Smack!
Pain on her ass! Centered on her X tattoo.
Smack!
“God damn it!”
Smack!
“What are you doing!?!”
Smack!
Xiang laughed, “You do not even know I am spanking your butt? Has the tattoo desensitized your rear flesh?”
Rylie only wished it had!
Xiang asked, “No answer? Very well, let us continue as before.”
Smack!
“Stop! You’re spanking me, okay? I mean… it’s not okay.”
“Obtuse American! Your ass is now like a treasure map. X marks the spot. Your ass is a treasure. Such a fine ass. The X must indicate the proper placement for spanks. That makes perfect sense. Spank at the X and the treasure is produced.”
Xiang was crazy!
Rylie’s ass blazed. She tried to think past the pain and make sense of Xiang’s crazy talk. Or maybe she needed to make Xiang realize she was talking crazy?
“You said my ass was the treasure but you also said spanking it makes the treasure. That doesn’t make any sense!”
Actually, none of this made any sense.
Xiang said, “It makes sense to someone as wise as me. Americans are not known for great wisdom. Dumb American, there is of course more than one kind of treasure. Your ass is not the only treasure in all of existence.”
Rylie wondered if she should go ahead and ask the set-up question. No. Screw that!
Smack!
“Ask the question, American slut. You are not that stupid. You know I await the set-up question.”
Smack!
Fuck!
Smack!
Rylie bucked but got nowhere. She bet the damn Chinese lesbian got off on seeing her wag her reddened ass all over in her failed escape attempt. That was so frustrating!
Smack!
Those spanks hurt so bad!
Smack!
Rylie felt dizzy from blood rushing to her head. And to her ass!
Smack!
Fine! Okay! She’d ask the question!
Rylie blurted out rapid-fire, “What treasure does spanking my ass produce?”
“Most sad, I will have to stop spanking you in order to show you. I cannot simply tell you. I hear Americans are stubborn and often refuse to trust in the wisdom of their betters. They will not take the word of their betters; they must have proof.”
Rylie wasn’t sad at all that Xiang had to stop spanking her. Good!
She did resent Xiang for defining Americans at all, let alone in a negative way. Rylie’s ass was just one ass. There were over three hundred million Americans and Xiang talked like they all had the same personalities and like every American was inferior to her. What bullshit!
But Xiang was right this time about Rylie wanting proof. She did want proof spanking her produced some stupid treasure because Rylie was quite sure it didn’t work that way. And no, Rylie would not take Xiang’s word for anything.
“Wait, your rear is so lovely and at its loveliest when spanked. Perhaps one more spank.”
No!
Smack!
Damn it!
“One more is not enough.”
Smack!
Oooo! Rylie was so angry! And so frustrated! And so… something else she could not understand or define.
“This ass needs more than that. I would not deny what it needs. The X is so compelling. X does mark the spot.”
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Rylie felt nearly mindless. She could not keep a grip on her anger. She could only experience and ride the pain. And the humiliation. She was still intensely aware of her vulnerable and embarrassing ass-upward position. Completely in the nude!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Rylie was at first mostly rigid, trying to endure the pain, lamely hoping for escape. But the position and the pain defeated her natural resistance reactions. Her muscles went slack. She no longer fought at all. She accepted the spanks with a complete lack of physical resistance.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Rylie had never felt so completely defeated and so totally helpless with another human being. At no time anywhere was she anywhere close to this state. She was thrust into a strange land. Or spanked into it.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
The spanks paused and Rylie was surprised. She was almost as disconcerted by the cease in spanks as she was by the spanking happening at all.
Why was Xiang stopping?
Why didn’t Xiang keep spanking her ass?
When would Xiang start spanking Rylie’s ass again?
Rylie thought her ass could take more spanks. Lots more. There was no reason to stop.
She felt herself waving her ass just slightly back and forth.
What… what was… why was she doing that? Was she trying to tempt Xiang to get back to spanking her?
What the fuck was wrong with her? What the hell was going on with herself?
