Rylie lay on her back on the bed, flat on her back because her head wasn’t even on a pillow. Her face was wet and she knew why. Her throbbing pussy was wet, too, and so were her hands and she knew why they were wet, also. They all had the same species of wetness, though a couple different flavors of it.
She had her breath back. She guessed a few minutes had passed since their orgasms.
That was… that was… that was really something.
Too bad Xiang was such a bitch.
Too bad it looked so damn lesbian when a paid companion innocently cleaned a pussy with her mouth.
She has masturbated in front of Xiang! Or sort of down low below her. Masturbated as she cleaned pussy with her mouth. But Xiang knew Rylie did it. Xiang told her to do it! Told her to do it for Xiang, not even for Rylie!
Rylie had been so turned on. She guessed she did it for both of them. Herself and… Xiang thought she was Rylie’s Mistress!
That was impossible! It could not be. Why would Xiang think that? What, just because Rylie had said (out loud!) that Xiang was her Mistress, the Mistress of “this American slut?” Talk about jumping to conclusions!
Xiang had kept jumping to that conclusion while lay on the bed receiving Rylie’s enthusiastic efforts to confirm her mistaken belief Xiang was Rylie’s Mistress.
Rylie knew her mouth had gotten away from her. Both when she said words and when she licked pussy. Oh, she meant when she cleaned pussy. Sure, cleaning involved licking. And sucking. And swallowing. But it sounded so much better to say she cleaned it. When she thought of it as licking pussy, well, that just plain sounded totally lesbian.
Rylie felt desperate to excuse herself. She felt so guilty about the way she had acted and reacted. True or not, she decided she would look at all this as a thing she’d had to do which she then had done. There. And now it was done.
Almost all better.
Unless… it wasn’t actually done.
“American slut, rouse your aroused self. You still owe me an orgasm.”
“What? No, I don’t!”
“I have only had two. Are you so stupid that you are unable to count? Americans are so poor at math and Chinese are so exceptional at math. One can calculate numerically the superiority of the Chinese via math alone.”
Fuck Xiang! Racist bitch! Why wouldn’t she see that Americans were superior? Most of the rest of the world saw it clearly.
Hm. Rylie wondered if thinking that was racist on her part. Or nationalistic? Well, whatever it was, it was probably unfair.
Fine, Xiang did not have to admit that America and Americans were superior. They should meet in the middle and agree on equality. Oh, and they should agree that China should let those poor hyper productive and happy Taiwanese have their freedom. Was their happiness and democracy really such a threat to nearby censorship and dictatorship?
Rylie did admit, only to herself, that math was her worst subject area. But damn! She could count!
“Xiang, you had two orgasms. I had two earlier today.”
Xiang laughed, “My idiot companion. So stupid. I find it adorable. First, when we are alone, from now on, as has been established, you will call me Mistress.”
“Xiang—”
“No! What do you call me?”
“Look, Xiang—”
“Wrong! You will call me Mistress! Is it that you wish for another spanking?”
Another spanking. God. Rylie was bigger than Xiang but she didn’t want to fight or wrestle the spoiled bitch. Rylie was quite sure a paid companion was not supposed to do that. Also, what if Xiang knew martial arts? She probably did. She was Asian!
Rylie did not want another spanking. It was humiliating. Of course, calling Xiang Mistress was also humiliating but only one of them hurt.
“No. I don’t want another spanking.”
“No what?”
“No… I don’t want another spanking… Mistress.”
Xiang tapped Rylie’s nose with one finger, “That is better. The way you call me Mistress is so adorable. It kicks and fights trying not to come out of your mouth, like word baby who does not want to be born. Let us practice. Go ahead and agree with me. I want to hear reluctant word baby born again.”
“Yes… Mistress.”
Xiang finger-tap bopped Rylie’s nose again. Jesus, was that one of the fingers Xiang had had in Rylie’s pussy earlier?
“So sexy, American slut. Really Rylie, I think I got the better American slut than did Fang. Who knows, though, what progress Fang may have made with Flame Hair Freckle Face. I am most interested to find out.”
Fang was trying to go after Aspen also? The twins seemingly had the same preferences. They were both “the evil twin!”
Xiang put a hand possessively on one of Rylie’s breasts, “Your tits are big compared to mine but modest for an American. Certainly modest for an American slut. Perhaps I will research breast enhancement for you. Surgery can greatly improve.”
Surgery!?!
“I like my breasts just the way they are, Xiang.”
Xiang pinched Rylie’s nipple and glared a warning look at her.
“I mean Mistress!”
“Always say what you mean. And what I mean for you. To be mine and for me to be your Mistress. It has begun. Once begun, there is not end, only more and deeper. Now, wouldn’t you like great big slutty tits?”
“No! I mean… no, Mistress. I like my breasts the way they are.”
“Perhaps but then you can acquire more information. It is true you wish to please me, is Xiang correct?”
Well… sort of. Rylie did wish Xiang was pleased in general, enough to get through the companionship contract and get to the pot of gold at the end of the companionship rainbow. But Xiang’s ideas for keeping her pleased sure seemed lesbian!
Rylie had to give some kind of answer even though she sensed a word trap being sprung on her.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Of course, you wish to please me. It is a submissive’s greatest wish always, all the time, every moment, to please her Mistress. Now understand that your Mistress would be so pleased and have such fun playing with great big slut tits. See? Now you must also want them so you can better please your Mistress.”
Rylie held her tongue. This was craziness! Obviously, Xiang was fucking with her. But what was the best strategy to deal with it? Tell her what she wanted to hear or fight it and risk displeasure and a spanking?
Rylie took the middle road, split the baby with silence in order to avoid birthing another word baby for Xiang.
Xiang waxed poetic in a sexually demented way, “Yes, I see you are struck silent in awe at Xiang’s wisdom and great idea. You can have great big… what do some Americans call the big tits? Knockers! Great big knockers!
“They will dangle and sway on your chest. Make your back ache from added weight but you will be aroused from the back pain, knowing it is in service to your Mistress. You will look forward all the time to Mistress Xiang playing with them. I will lay my head on them at night. I will push them and mold them. I will slap them so hard! Think, you can then get your ass spanked hard and your tits slapped. You will have red tits and red ass. Fire on skin down low and up high. Just seeing your giant tits in the mirror or in any of the many videos I shoot of your tits in action will make you so aroused.
“A slut should have slutty tits. Tell your Mistress you agree.”
Rylie started slightly. She was on. It was her turn to say something. She’d gotten a little lost there. The dreamy yet shocking way Xiang spoke about huge tits on Rylie had distracted Rylie. It had more like consumed Rylie’s concentration. It had captured her imagination.
Only for a few seconds!
She was not a slut and did not want giant slut tits. Who would? She wasn’t a stripper!
But she bet Xiang wished she was a stripper. And would like to make Rylie strip for her. Wouldn’t that be….
Rylie shook her head. No time for slut daydreams!
“I don’t want breast augmentation surgery!”
“Really Rylie? Why not? The Chiu estate will pay for it. You will love them and love pleasing your Mistress and love showing your total dedication. Nothing shows adoration for your Mistress more than permanent physical alteration. That is commitment!”
Jesus. Yeah, that was commitment! That wasn’t reasons to do it. That was reason to not do it. This was only a six-month companionship contract. What would Rylie do with giant slut tits for the rest of her life?
“My answer is no! Mistress.”
That last word baby barely made it out of the mouth womb. It was like a breech word baby.
But it did make it out.
Fuck. She should have had that one aborted!
Xiang did not look troubled by Rylie’s lack of enthusiasm for breast enhancement, “You are just starting your one-way journey of becoming total submissive slut. The thousand sex act journey of total submissive slut begins with one sex act but you have only had several. It may take up to… maybe two days… perhaps even four… before your wants are entirely mirrored to what your Mistress wants. We will revisit this soon and then you will be most eager to get the biggest tits surgeons are legally allowed to bestow upon you.”
A terrible fate! Thank God is was pure fancy on the part of Xiang. Fucking rich people! They had no clue about limits. Money can’t buy everything!
Money had bought – or the temptation of it had – Rylie’s signature on a companionship contract and her commitment to six months of companionship. It felt like a commitment to servitude especially with the menial servant tasks required of Rylie such as the standard run-of-the-mill to-be-expected (Not!) cleaning Xiang’s pussy by mouth.
To avoid confrontation with her Mistress… she meant with Xiang… Xiang… just Xiang… Rylie decided to humor her.
“I guess we’ll see.”
Xiang captured one of Rylie’s nipples and squeezed hard, digging her fingernails in.
Rylie made a little shriek of pain and dismay but was more dismayed by the fact she held still and just let Xiang continue to grind and pinch her nipple.
Xiang inquired in a sweetly teasing voice that belied the savage fingernail pinching, “What was that you said? I think I did not hear all of it. There may have been a word missing.”
“I mean Mistress!”
Xiang’s smile widened and she released Rylie’s nipple.
Rylie had said what she had to say but she thought, “I mean she’s a fucking mean Mistress!” Rylie felt immediately nervous, like Xiang could detect that thought. Xiang would likely think it was a subversive and disrespectful thought by Rylie but Rylie thought it was subversive to herself and disrespectful to herself because she’d thought the word Mistress.
She was no longer simply saying Mistress when she had to. She was thinking it! Which meant she was buying into it. That was dangerous. Buying into someone being her mistress seemed like one of those no returns allowed sales.
Xiang was not her Mistress! She wasn’t! She had to keep that in mind. She had to keep this under control or she would soon be under Xiang’s control.
Further under Xiang’s control. Rylie felt it. Xiang already had a lot of control over her.
In one fucking day! This was outrageous. Holy fuck all, how was she going to last six months and come out the same person?
Rylie knew she better keep to herself the thought that Xiang was a mean Mistress. Xiang had to know she was mean but she probably wouldn’t like it if Rylie put it out there in words. Just liked assholes did not care to be told they were assholes even they were well aware.
Rylie had to be careful with this mean Mistress. Two spanking in one day was a lot. She did not want a third. She never wanted another one as long as she lived!
Especially spankings that led up to and included a huge orgasm. No thanks! Too slutty!
Speaking of the number of things….
Xiang said, “You had two orgasms with stuffed animals. I have had two orgasms. But you also had an orgasm here in this bed just now.”
Rylie protested, “That doesn’t count! You told me to do that and-and… and I did that one, not you.”
“All your orgasms in Chiu estate are credited to me. All from now on and forever because I am your Mistress. I get all credit. Besides, it was I who told you to do it. I get the credit. Also, recall, I told you to cum for your Mistress. And then you orgasmed. You came all over your slut hands for your Mistress. Again, I get the credit. But for you, it is a debit! You owe me!”
Fuck.
Well, fuck. One more orgasm for Xiang then. It wasn’t like Rylie could claim she hadn’t had that third orgasm. She did feel stupid now. She hadn’t thought it would count because masturbation seemed like a personal secret thing. No one knew about it, you denied you ever did it, maybe even to yourself, and it just did not count. But the rules were different when someone told you to do it and watched you do it. That masturbation sure wasn’t a personal secret thing.
She’d already given Xiang two orgasms. What was one more?
She sure was getting casual about lesbian sex!
Oh, she meant about cleaning pussy by mouth. That kind of thing.
Xiang told her, “I see that you look ever so lazy after that third orgasm. I will make it easy on you. Simply stay where you are and then do what comes naturally for a slut.”
What did that—
Xiang reversed, on her hands and knees, and then straddled Rylie’s body facing Rylie’s feet.
Rylie just had time to think, “Is Xiang—”
Then Xiang sat back, plumping her pussy right onto Rylie’s mouth.
Rylie made a girl-getting-kidnapped-in-a-parking-lot-with-a-hand-over-her-mouth muffled protest.
“I ride the American slut face! I feel your nose in my ass crack. I like it! I ride your head. You will do what comes natural for American slut.”
Xiang bounced on Rylie’s face, never leaving it but lifting some of her weight and then plonking it down fully again. She kept doing it like Rylie was a fun quarter ride outside a drugstore. Each bounce by Xiang made the back of Rylie’s head press into the mattress and, when Xiang lifted her weight a little, the mattress pushed Rylie’s head back outward as if Rylie was eager to press her mouth to pussy.
Rylie tried to deal with the new situation. She could easily roll Xiang right off her. But her Mistress would not like that.
Damn it. Xiang would not like it. The spoiled Chinese brat who thought she was Rylie’s Mistress.
Rylie made a mental note to find a way to correct Xiang’s terrible misunderstanding about her supposed Mistress-over-Rylie status. But right then, she needed to breathe! The Mistress was too on her to get her over the Mistress-over-Rylie thing.
Rylie’s nose was in an ass crack! There was a plump wet pussy bouncing on her mouth!
Rylie knew Xiang demanded another orgasm and now Rylie knew this was how Xiang wanted it. Rylie supposed there was nothing she could do. Yes, she could throw Xiang off, but what then? No, there was nothing she could do.
Rylie felt resignation. It was an odd, darkly erotic resignation. Xiang was riding her head and Rylie would let her. She’d never been so face-to-face with so much below the waist flesh. Sure, she’d given guys head before. But she never had one sit on her head while giving head!
Xiang’s ass was in her face. Rylie’s nose was in Xiang’s ass crack. Gross!
It was gross. She knew it was. But the situation was so immediate and so… engulfing – she was face-engulfed in female Chinese ass! – that the grossness slipped away as Xiang’s bouncing made Rylie’s nose tip slip up and down Xiang’s ass crack.
Swat!
Ow!
It felt like Xiang slapped her thigh!
Swat!
Ow! Her other thigh!
That bitch!
Swat!
Swat!
Swat!
Swat!
“Do not hold back, American slut. Really Rylie, do what comes natural to a slut like you!”
What came naturally? This situation was unnatural!
Swat!
Swat!
Rylie wasn’t sure what hurt worse, when Xiang had spanked her ass or the slaps to her thighs. She’d never thought of thighs as being particularly sensitive but wow did those slaps smart!
Swat!
Swat!
She just had to lay there and take that abuse?
Swat!
Swat!
She guessed… yes… she had to lay there and take it. She was still a paid companion. She still could not throw off Xiang.
Swat!
Swat!
And… Xiang was still her Mistress?
Oh, that was such a terrible thought!
Somehow… Xiang hurting her again… made it feel more like Xiang was her Mistress.
Really, Rylie? Was Xiang, a spoiled Chinese wealth princess younger than her, really her Mistress?
Swat!
Swat!
Oh no! It might be true!
The most persuasive thing wasn’t that Xiang hurt her or that Rylie continued to let Xiang hurt her.
It was the return of that dark lust she’d felt repeatedly today. Part of that lust was pure arousal but it was laced through and through with powerful weak-willed submissiveness that served as a kind of spice making the sexual dish many times tastier than it would be otherwise.
Tastier….
Was that what Xiang meant when she said Rylie should do what came naturally for a slut? A slut, at least a lesbian one, probably would get to licking when there was a pussy on her mouth….
Okay. Fine. Whatever. Xiang was the Mistress. She got her way. Fucking brat!
Rylie licked. And then she kept licking. Xiang’s mmms and ahhs felt like rewards, each one sending a spark into Rylie.
God, she hated that it turned her on to pleasure this foreign bitch. But she liked it too much also.
At least the swats to her thighs stopped. But in a way, they didn’t. Rylie’s thighs still hummed with stinging pain. The pain lowered like the flames of a turned down stove burner, but the fire still burned.
That fire was confusing. It was to either side of Rylie’s pussy, a little lower down. So, there was fire on one thigh and fire on the other thigh and, in between her flaming thighs… another kind of fire. Maybe not flaming. It was more like warmth. But those little flames were licking higher as the fire on her thighs simmered steadily.
It felt like the fires on her thighs spread to her pussy and made that warmth heat up all the more.
Rylie was confused by that, confused by any arousal at all in this situation, let alone arousal connected to pain. She narrowed her focus. Trying to figure things out was too troubling. She concentrated on licking her best.
Xiang, so spoiled, always wanted the best of everything, whether that be full-size designer-level fabric stuffed animals, or slutty American “companions.” Rylie felt a need to rise to Xiang’s expectations even though she lay flat on her back.
Rylie licked against Ziang’s heavy wetness.
She listened eagerly to Xiang’s moans and passionate squeaks.
Rylie marveled that Xiang thought the least of her and treated her the worst and yet got the best efforts out of her.
Rylie was sure she was licking Xiang’s pussy much better, much more enthusiastically, than she would if Xiang was a caring and gentle lover. But she wouldn’t even be licking pussy with anyone else, anyone who treated her decently. She wasn’t a lesbian!
Rylie felt engulfed by flesh and engulfed in the act of pleasing her… uh… the Mistress? Xiang did seem like a Mistress despite her young adult age. Rylie would give her that. Fine, Xiang was a Mistress. Just not Rylie’s Mistress. No matter what Xiang said! Also… no matter what Rylie said in the heat of the moment. Whichever moment. There had been a lot of heated moments since she’d met Xiang.
She guessed that Xiang, as a Mistress, treating her like a Mistress treated a submissive, and with Rylie taking it and allowing it like some kind of submissive, probably was technically Rylie’s Mistress during sex. Only during sex.
It didn’t seem possible to have sex with Xiang without Xiang acting like a Mistress or forcing her lover to act like a submissive. It was a package deal. Sex with Xiang came with those elements. There was no other way.
Rylie would be submissive to the Mistress. It was… necessary. But only during sex!
Rylie licked and licked and started to really get into it, finding herself wishing she had a much longer tongue and could lick much deeper and could therefore please her Mistress all the more. It was her not-so-solemn lust duty to give the Mistress the best possible sex.
Then a horrible thought occurred to her. What was wrong with her? She’d just thought of this as sex. What was she thinking? She wasn’t a lesbian. This was not sex. It was a second cleaning of Xiang’s wet and messy pussy. Like a car wash that washed the vehicle twice when it went through the wash, just to make sure to get all the spots.
Rylie cleaned pussy and she hit all the spots. Multiple times. She swiped her tongue firmly. She had to get it all. Get what? Whatever. Dirty messy pussy juice she guessed. It was an easy job, almost enjoyable, at least quite arousing, but it was hard in a way. She kept cleaning and Xiang kept making more mess to clean. It was never-ending!
Rylie found that wasn’t so frustrating. She was not eager for it to end. She was eager for it to continue. She’d never been so into cleaning until now. She kept a clean apartment and all that but she was no clean freak. But this freaky cleaning was causing her to be some kind of freak. She was freaking going crazy on Xiang’s pussy.
Trapped under Xiang’s pussy and her full ass, surprisingly full for someone so young and so short, really (Really Rylie), Rylie realized Xiang’s ass was overweight. All the better to press Rylie’s head further down into the mattress, Rylie guessed.
There was something about being so trapped and so vulnerable. There was something about Xiang getting her way and having her way with Rylie. Rylie felt so dominated and so turned on. The two things should be mutually exclusive but instead they worked perfectly together.
It wasn’t only Xiang’s words and actions that dominated Rylie. Xiang’s heat swamped her and Xiang’s wetness soaked her. It was all over her face and neck and even soaking into her hair now. Xiang’s taste filled her mouth, and Rylie inhaled Xiang’s smell, a mix of pussy and ass, with every breath through her nose. Breathing through her mouth wasn’t an option. Air fluted up and down through Xiang’s ass crack.
Xiang’s weight sealed her pussy on Rylie’s mouth. Rylie could lick but she could not breathe with her mouth. If she wanted to breathe, she had to breathe air run through ass crack.
Rylie felt dominated not only by Xiang’s dominant personality (and maybe because of Rylie’s own reverse personality, the submissive flipside to the coin) but by Rylie’s own senses. Even her vision. Her options were to either keep her eyes closed, which heightened awareness of her other senses, or to stare up at Xiang’s ass, even staring into Xiang’s ass crack and at Xiang’s asshole.
When Xiang sat straight up and down on Rylie, her asshole was on full display just an inch from Rylie’s nose. That was way too intimate a view!
Rylie did not want to see that and yet it turned her on. Not the asshole itself. Rylie’s arousal was a worse thing than that. It turned her on that Xiang forced her into doing this, into this oppressed pressed down situation with a view to an asshole.
That was not good! That should not be part of cleaning!
All of it was so bad and so naughty. But a worse thing happened. Worse because it felt so damningly good.
Xiang put the flats of her hands on Rylie’s swatted thighs, right where they burned worst. That smarted and made Rylie groan from surprised pain which in turn made Xiang giggle in a breathless way.
That was only pain. Rylie was almost used to pain involved in sex when with Xiang and when, of course, it was not actually sex, it was cleaning. Pain and pleasure, neither one, should be a part of cleaning. But they were with Xiang.
Then the true worse thing happened. The worst because it felt so good.
Xiang lowered her body, leaning down, bending her face forward. At first, Rylie thought this was a move to open up Rylie’s access to her pussy. Rylie took advantage of that as if the taste of Xiang’s pussy was her new favorite flavor. Which, in truth, it might be. Not for the taste in and of itself but because it was the taste of naughty, the taste of arousal, and it turned Rylie on.
Rylie licked urgently like it was her mission in life. It was her role to lick, lick this pussy, at this time. It was her job and, God help her, she was starting to like this job a lot.
But then someone else was licking!
Xiang was licking Rylie’s pussy!
That… that wasn’t right! Rylie’s pussy did not need cleaning. Okay, it was probably just as wet as Xiang’s. But Xiang was a Mistress and she was rich and in charge. She should not have to clean a pussy by mouth.
Xiang would never clean like a maid! It was as beneath her as her new makeshift American slut maid was currently beneath her.
It is wasn’t cleaning… then it might be sex!
Rylie knew she had to do something. The sensations of Xiang’s active mouth, her muscular tongue, and her hot breath filled Rylie with a powerful need to take action.
Now was the time!
She had to do something about this!
Rylie flopped her feet further out to each side, spreading her legs, giving Xiang fuller access.
Well, that was doing something but it was the wrong something!
She just could not help it. She did that. It was only reaction. Not action. Reaction just before she was about to take action. But now she had to take action.
Now was the time. She had to hurry. Xiang’s mouth felt way too good. She couldn’t stand it!
Rylie took action. She spread her legs further.
That wasn’t all. She moaned a long sexy moan into Xiang’s pussy.
For a few seconds, the only sounds were of active licking. Then there were a few slurps from both of them as they sucked at pussy lips. And then there was more licking.
The pleasure only increased. It had started off too good to stop. Then it rose and rose.
Oh no. Rylie felt so doomed. It was going to happen again, wasn’t it?
She was going to cum again. Like a slut. She would do it for her Mistress. Obviously, Xiang wanted her to cum. It was Rylie’s job to give Xiang what she wanted.
Rylie gave Xiang her mouth, her tongue, and all her best licking efforts. She would give to Xiang what Rylie’s new Mistress wanted. Rylie’s orgasm. The gift she seemingly kept giving.
In less than five more minutes, Rylie orgasmed again.
Xiang, as if she’d waited just for that, ground down hard on Rylie’s jaw and orgasmed on her face.
Ten minutes after that, Rylie, feeling weary and completely tamed, no fight left in her at all for the moment, nodded agreement that she now still owed Xiang another orgasm. She had owed her new Mistress an orgasm, then they had sex, that is to say, they mutually cleaned each other’s pussies, and they’d both cum. So Rylie still owed Xiang an orgasm.
Rylie remembered a ditty that went, “I owe, I owe, so off to work I go.”
Time to do some more work. Oral work.
Without any further direction than a simple notification that she still owed her new Mistress an orgasm, Rylie simply lay stomach-down in between Xiang’s legs and worked her tired mouth nevertheless energetically on Xiang’s pussy. She kept going, no matter how tired she was, thinking she deserved no rest until she succeeded in pleasing her Mistress again.
Xiang came and Rylie kept working on Xiang’s pussy, determined to collect every drop of precious Mistress juice.
Rylie finally fell asleep with her face propped on Xiang’s pubic mound.
She heard, with dimmed alarm, Xiang say, “Fang will so enjoy my slave licking her pussy. As I will enjoy her slave, Flame Hair Freckle Face, licking mine. Perhaps tomorrow.”
Aspen!
Slave!?!
