“Just rub it for a while?”
“You must give me orgasm. I leave it to your American slut skills. I will lay here as witness to your skills. Go ahead. Impress me. I dare you.”
It was such an intimate thing! It seemed so lesbian!
Ya think? Anyone, absolutely anyone, who walked in or otherwise saw Rylie giving Xiang a hand job would conclude they were lesbians. Or at least bisexual. How could they not? They weren’t two bonobo apes. They were fucking humans, one hand-fucking the other one, both of them females. Lesbian!
Xiang lay flat on her back and spread her legs pointedly, an eager dreamy look on her face.
Fuck.
Rylie looked at Xiang’s pussy. Trimmed. No shaving for her! But it was well-tended and the pubic hair was kept short. Her labia had some olive coloring mixed in with light pinks.
Was it just Rylie, or did Xiang have a pretty nice pussy? Not that Rylie was lesbian. At all. Or anything close. But Xiang’s pussy was aesthetically pleasing.
Rylie shook it off. She thought it must be her mind playing tricks on her, trying to smooth out what Rylie had to do.
Rylie lay on her side, leaned a little, and nervously cupped Xiang’s pussy with her hand. As soon as she had full contact, she stopped all movement, shocked that she’d done it, and suddenly unsure of what next to do no matter how obvious it was what she was supposed to do.
Her hand was on a pussy! Now what? Rylie felt a hot panic.
Xiang moaned, “That feels nice so far, American slut. As I am sure you know, you must move your hand. Up and down. Come on now, Really Rylie. Impress Xiang!”
Rylie did it. She moved her hand up and down. She had to impress Xiang. At least enough to make her orgasm!
Xiang’s pussy was hot and warm. Like a furry animal? Yeah, one that came in from the rain….
First Rylie humped two furry animals, the stuffed animals. Even the dolphin was furry and Ouyi was super furry. And now a furry little animal was humping up on her hand.
Rylie masturbated Xiang for five minutes and the situation, the whole bedroom, seemed to steam up. Rylie found it impossible to stay completely reluctant and objective. It was too intimate of an act. At the same time, it was equally impossible to remain nervous and uncomfortable.
It was… sort of exciting.
Xiang writhed a little at times, humped up at times, and moaned often.
It was getting to Rylie a little as her efforts got to Xiang a lot.
Usually, no always, when Rylie felt up a pussy, it was her own and she got more and more excited as she rubbed and it led to an orgasm. So here she was feeling up a pussy that was not hers, but maybe her brain did not understand that because she still got more and more excited and it almost felt the same to her as feeling up her own pussy.
It was… going okay, Rylie guessed, but then Xiang made it harder. That damn Xiang, always challenging, constantly dragging Rylie over lines she should not cross. Xiang wanted Rylie to jump through another hoop.
“Really Rylie, do not be a pretend-virgin girl. You are an American slut! You must penetrate me with a finger.”
“You want me to….” Rylie just could not say it!
“Yes, to fingerfuck me. Of course. We are both adults and I am rich and you are a poor American slut. Do it.”
So arrogant….
Rylie had come this far. Rylie had to make Xiang cum.
Rylie slid a finger into Xiang’s heated wetness. The feeling was so intimate and so intense and it felt so wrong to do it even as it felt so sexy, that once her finger was fully inserted, Rylie held still with her finger in up to the knuckle inside Xiang!
Xiang demanded, “I said fingerfuck. Not only finger penetrate. Do not play the shy virgin. Keep it in front of your little American mind, you are an American slut. You must fuck the finger. Do it. Not too fast and very much not too slow.”
Rylie fulfilled Xiang’s demand as she filled and refilled Xiang’s pussy with her finger, sliding it easily in Xiang’s well-lubricated vagina, trying not to go too fast and very much trying not to go too slow.
She found it strange how Xiang’s insults were not offending her as much now. She ignored them, focused on the directions, and paid attention to the directions, the orders, not to the insults. Insults from Xiang were pretty much assumed by then. That was part of it. Whatever this was.
But also, Rylie felt so immediately engaged in such an intimate act that it seemingly forgave any and all offenses. The insults did not feel important to her. Getting done what Xiang wanted her to do felt very important, almost profoundly important, all out of measure to how she should feel.
Rylie had felt this way before, but never so strongly. Like when a guy got a little rough during sex. Sometimes in the past she had misjudged and ended up with an asshole. Other times, nice guys flipped the script when in bed, and they were just different as lovers than at all other times.
If a guy had ever asked her if he could pinch her nipples, hard, and pull on them and just be so mean like that, at any time, including if they asked during sex, she’d have said no. But she remembered one guy who did that when they were having sex. He just did it. With no permission asked or given. She just went with it. No protest at all. She was not even offended. Not while it happened. It hurt but she was fine with the hurt. It was like since she’d decided to have sex with him, he had automatic license to do whatever pleased him.
She felt like that with Xiang. This wasn’t sex (she hoped it did not count), and she was not a lesbian. But it had clicked into place, locked in place in her emotionally, for now, that Xiang had license to do whatever pleased her.
Rylie reminded herself, insisted to herself, that Xiang only had license to tell Rylie what to do to please Xiang in a necessary way. And to insult Rylie. Xiang had that much license but Rylie would not give her any more than that.
She wished she felt more determination and less curiosity about pleasing Xiang, about Xiang’s reactions that were suddenly intensely interesting to her, and she wished she did not enjoy the feel of another woman’s pussy hugging on her finger.
She also wished she felt less arousal. She was getting so turned on!
She fingerfucked Xiang, but it was more than a simple finger insertion accompanied by thrusting into a pussy that was not her own. It couldn’t be kept that simple.
She was on her right side and using her left hand even though she was right-handed. The other fingers of her left hand, not including the thrusting index finger, were curled back, but their knuckles kept ramming into Xiang’s labia.
At first, she tried to make her finger thrusts shallow enough to avoid that contact. But Xiang was too into it, wiggling and pushing her pussy onto Rylie’s finger, and pretty quickly Rylie was also too into it.
It was hard to finger-thrust halfheartedly. It just did not work. She needed to make Xiang cum. That was the task. The was the mission. But she lost track of the mission statement and just wanted to make Xiang cum. Not to complete the mission. Just in and of itself.
Maybe it was natural to want to provide pleasure to someone else, especially when you were doing a physical act with that goal. The goal became the want. Usually, the want created the goal, but not this time.
Rylie fingerfucked Xiang’s pussy and knuckle-smacked into Xiang’s pussy lips. Wetness got all over her hand and tiny droplets spattered onto Rylie’s wrist and Xiang’s upper thighs.
The warm wetness made it impossible to limit the act to fingerfucking alone. It also made it impossible not to keep from feeling more than simple sensation. Her finger had to feel Xiang’s personal heat and wetness. There was no choice. That was expected.
But Rylie also, unexpectedly, felt emotions, ones she did not want to feel. Xiang was so turned on, so close to orgasm, and Rylie was making it happen. Rylie felt engaged and invested in the fingerfucking. She felt an intense need to make Xiang cum. She found herself wanting, desiring, Xiang to cum. She wanted to see it. She wanted to give it to Xiang.
Like a submissive, she wanted to give to Xiang what Xiang demanded of her.
The wet sounds from Xiang’s pussy were driving her crazy. She couldn’t stand how sexy they were. All that wetness on her hand, spattering through the air, and the sound of it… made Rylie stream with wetness also!
The angle was too awkward, or the arousal too great, to keep the rest of her body entirely away from Xiang. At first, she’d acted like Xiang was an electric fence she needed to avoid. But soon her torso and then her hip were pressed against Xiang, trapping one of Xiang’s arms between them.
Her right nipple kept poking at Xiang’s soft skin. That contact was driving her crazy, too! The gentle contact was more powerful than someone pinching her nipple.
She felt the fingers of Xiang’s semi-trapped left hand wandering, searching, trying to get onto her pussy. She turned her body a little and pushed her hip onto Xiang’s hand, trapping it and limiting its movement. Defend the pussy!
Her fingerfucking of Xiang was… necessary. A companion friend under contract had to do what a companion friend under contract had to do. But she would not let Xiang fingerfuck her. That would be lesbian!
What kind of girl did Xiang think she was?
Rylie already knew the answer to that question. Xiang thought Rylie was an American slut. The real question – Really Rylie – was whether Xiang was right. She was at least half right. Rylie was an American. And she’d done slutty things that day, reacted in slutty ways, and now again felt so slutty, so turned on by what should not turn her on.
Xiang gasped, “I am so close, American slut. You need to do one thing more to bring me to completion.”
Rylie realized she was panting almost as much as Xiang. She was feeling the passion. She nearly blurted out to Xiang that she would do anything Xiang wanted.
Anything!?!
Best not to overpromise! She did not want to make promises she could not keep or keep promises she should not have made. The second would probably be a hell of a lot worse for her.
“What can I do, Xiang?”
“Apply your American slut lips to my superior Chinese nipples.”
!
That… that was pretty lesbian!
So… she wasn’t going to do it?
“American slut, I am so close. You must do it.”
In the passion of the moment, it felt to Rylie like only two options existed.
Refuse and fail to make Xiang cum. In which case Xiang might use the vibrator on herself. Or spank Rylie! Or both.
Or do it and… succeed… in a way.
It was lesbian but… it wasn’t that lesbian. She guessed. She hoped.
In the heated moment, it did not seem at all disgusting or negative. She was already physically pleasing Xiang. This would merely be an added way to please her.
Rylie decided the real key to not actually doing anything lesbian with Xiang – no matter how it would look to someone seeing them – was to avoid Xiang pleasuring her. If Rylie felt no direct physical pleasure, then it was like she was a gynecologist… who also kissed nipples.
She hoped that was what Xiang meant by “apply your American slut lips.” Nipples kisses, right?
Rylie leaned over and down, conscious of her body pressing against Xiang’s hot body, and pressed her lips on Xiang’s further away nipple, Xiang’s right nipple.
There. A nipple kiss delivered. As demanded by Xiang. She even gave the nipple a nice long two-second smooch before pulling her face back a few inches. That should make Xiang happy.
Not so much.
“Really Rylie? Stupid American slut! When I say apply lips, I mean to lip nibble. And you must involve your tongue! You must be all the slut you can be. Slut not using tongue is like marathon runner with no legs!”
Here Rylie was doing Xiang a favor (A sexual favor? Rylie liked to think not, but….), and Xiang was bitching!
Rylie guessed Xiang was bitching but not bitching and moaning. She was bitching because Rylie did not make her moan.
Rylie had accepted, some weak-willed poorly planned out acceptance, that it was her job as paid companion to make Xiang orgasm. And so, she had to do it. Rylie was serious about work and was a hard worker. She would need to work her mouth harder. A nipple smooch had not pleased her companion enough. She needed to do better.
Rylie stopped thinking about it as possible sex and just thought of it as necessary. And she had an unspoken but growing sexual need of her own that made her feel it was necessary in a different way. She had a vague cloudy sense that if she made Xiang orgasm that she was somehow closer to an orgasm for herself.
Which made no sense because she wasn’t going to have sex tonight, not with a Chinese female or a stuffed animal. And she did not want another orgasm.
Right?
Rylie applied her mouth and this time let her lips part. Xiang’s hard nipple slid between her lips. She pressed her lips together, eliciting a little moan from Xiang.
She had a far too eager thought of, “I can make her moan louder than that!”
She followed the lip lock on Xiang’s nipple with tapping her tongue tip against the tip of Xiang’s nipple.
A louder moan! Yes!
Rylie knew she shouldn’t be so happy about that.
Also… there was another concern. Xiang’s left hand had gotten free of its pinned situation under Rylie’s hip. Xiang’s fingers were doing some exploring!
Rylie thought she should probably get that hand pinned again. Or move her pussy out of range. Something.
But she just didn’t do anything. The finger threat did not seem as much threatening as it was… intriguing….
Fingertips! On her pussy lips!
Fingertips! Delving… sliding… progressing….
Rylie had a momentary mental overview of the situation. It wasn’t pretty and it was also quite sexy. It wasn’t pretty because it wasn’t what she wanted. But it was undeniably sexy.
She and Xiang were both nude. In a giant bed with silky sheets.
Rylie was fingerfucking Xiang and had to face it while not looking down and only feeling it, that Xiang was also fingerfucking her now. And, in case any possible viewer was willing to go way way way out of their way to excuse it, to claim the mutual fingerfucking was simply an exchange of masturbations, oh so platonic, then Rylie’s lip-nipping and tongue-poking at Xiang’s nipple probably settled the matter in ninety-nine-point-nine percent of humanity that this was lesbian sex.
Good thing Rylie was in that exclusive point-one percent!
Xiang demanded, “Other one! Take slut mouth to the other nipple! American slut must deliver nipple pleasure with her slutty mouth!”
Slut mouth? Slutty mouth? Yeah, maybe it was a slut mouth. Rylie hated Xiang’s slut propaganda, promoting Xiang’s own interests and working against Rylie’s best interests. But Rylie couldn’t help it. Despite her resentment at the things Xiang said, she was starting to buy into it. She felt so slutty! She didn’t think she’d ever felt so slutty and, if she had, it was earlier that day.
This whole day was like Day of the Slut! Like a porno version of a legit movie. Hell, Xiang even took a little home movie!
Rylie moved her mouth to Xiang’s other nipple. Why not? In for one nipple, in for two. Unfortunately (she was pretty sure it was a natural accident), to get into position, having to crane her neck down closer to Xiang, she just naturally (she sure hoped it was natural) bent one leg at the knee with her knee pointing towards the ceiling.
This had the at first unfortunate effect of opening up her pussy for easier plunder by Xiang’s fingers. Damn! First Xiang said the X on Rylie’s ass was like an X on a pirate’s map, X marks the spot. And now Xiang was finger-plundering Rylie’s love hole! Like a fucking lesbian pirate!
A fingerfucking lesbian pirate….
The change in position was at first unfortunate. But the taste of a second nipple between Rylie’s lips, the sweet sound of Xiang’s moans, and the intensely sweet, almost sour, sensations Xiang’s fingers worked from Rylie’s pussy made the move a fortunate one as far as sensual pleasure.
Xiang wasn’t too far down the path to orgasm to stop her from issuing commands and demands, “Suck it, American slut. Suck my nipple! I want hard suck! Latch mouth on my nipple! Also, hump my hand. Pretend my hand is a stuffed animal.”
She was so arrogant….
She was so demanding….
Xiang pushed the envelope with Rylie tolerance and slutty feelings as Xiang pushed two of her fingers in and out of Rylie’s vaginal envelope.
Xiang acted like she always got her way… and she was going to get her way again….
Rylie humped Xiang’s fingers and engulfed the tip of Xiang’s small breast with her mouth. She sucked nipple and areolae and surrounding tit flesh. She sucked hard until her mouth was full of tit and Xiang was gasping.
She had finally found a way to shut up Xiang! All she had to do was obey all the naughty orders Xiang issued, obey them so well that she made Xiang cum.
Rylie felt desperate to make Xiang cum. It was her job to do it! She wanted the money!
But it was more than that. She had to make Xiang cum before she came. Yes, she wanted an orgasm. Physically wanted it. But two in one day should be more than enough. Two too many. She better not orgasm a third time!
But it was even more than that. She was desperate to make Xiang cum because… because she wanted Xiang to cum. Because she wanted to serve the wicked little Chinese wealth princess.
Rylie felt inundated, breathless, nearly drowned, in submissiveness. She wanted to serve Xiang. She wanted, somehow, all wrong but true, to reward Xiang for being such a bitch to her.
The reward commeth and so, too, did Xiang. She thrashed hard once, twisting into a reverse C shape and then locked up. Xiang’s vaginal muscles flexed so hard it felt like a crushing wet handshake on Rylie’s two fingers inserted inside Xiang.
Rylie pulled her fingers free, slid a little away from Xiang, and felt Xiang’s fingers trail wetly away from her pussy.
She’d done it. Her job, as crazy as that sounded. She’d made Xiang cum. She’d prevented Xiang from using a device to pleasure herself.
She did it and she’d avoided cumming again. Whew. Though she was incredibly horny and thought she might have a hard time sleeping.
At least the activity that would appear so much like sex if anyone saw it was over. Rylie had made it through her first day. Time to get some sleep and try to do better on her second day. Do better by not getting done by a Chinese lesbian heiress. The fucking evil twin!
Xiang’s muscles finally unlocked. She lay flat on the bed panting.
Then she managed to speak.
“This was a fine start to our first evening in bed. This is only the beginning! You still owe me one more orgasm. You had two today. I have had only one so far.”
Oh no! This was only the start of the evening!?!
Xiang smiled weakly but the gleam of mean mischief was back in her eyes.
“Do not worry, American slut, I have ideas for how you will give to me another orgasm.”
Oh no!
