Aspen was sucking face like the best face sucker ever. She probably was when it came to sucking the face of a stuffed animal. Quite the niche. There couldn’t be much competition.
Xiang was rubbing away at Aspen’s pussy like she was trying to start a friction fire. Good luck with that. Aspen’s tight white shorts looked way too wet to catch on fire. The joke was on Xiang!
That said, Rylie bet Aspen’s pussy was very warm. Aspen looked hot. She looked like she was sweating a little. She also looked hot, as in sexy. Rylie had always known Aspen was pretty, of course, and that guys thought she was sexy. But she’d never thought of Aspen as being sexy. Not to her. But now Aspen was sexy.
All Aspen had to do was act submissively cooperative, suck face with a stuffed animal, and let a predatory twin wealth princess rub her pussy and the sexiness oozed out of her.
Rylie bet that wasn’t all that was oozing out of Aspen.
Xiang coached, “Spread your scrawny legs even more. Don’t keep them straight. Pop those knees out. Bring your slut pussy lower. That way, your Mistress Xiang does not need to lift her hand as high. That makes so much sense. Discomfort for you to avoid the slightest, perhaps even fictional, discomfort for your Mistress Xiang is a most worthwhile trade.”
It was!?!
It was not!
Was it?
Aspen did seem to think it was sensible. She immediately popped her knees out, going from an inverted Y shape to something like a two-legged walking stick. She did have thin legs!
Aspen’s pussy lowered and her legs were now completely out of the way. Xiang helped herself to rubbing Aspen’s soaking wet camel toe.
Rylie guessed Aspen’s camel toe didn’t have any humps for storing water. Her tight white biker shorts were so sopping wet they were partially transparent. Aspen’s swollen pink labia shone with embarrassing obviousness.
Female arousal should not be shameful. Rylie knew that. But it sure as hell was shameful when it occurred as an evil Chinese twin lesbian dominated you with apparent ease.
Xiang and Fang were wrong about Rylie and Aspen being sluts, right?
Aspen’s situation and her reactions did not seem to deny it.
All the video Xiang had of Rylie also seemed to confirm the claim.
Rylie knew she should go into the dining room and put a stop to Xiang’s molestation of Aspen. What was she waiting for? For Aspen to do something? It was pretty fucking clear Aspen wouldn’t do anything other than suck plastic fur-face or maybe cum.
Aspen wouldn’t do anything. So it was up to Rylie.
Rylie’s feet moved, but not very effectively. They shuffled, like she was repeatedly about to get going.
Why couldn’t she get going? Because it felt rude to interrupt sex? Xiang was having sex with Aspen! It was sex! What Xiang was doing was rude. It was rude to dominate poor Aspen! Aspen had already been through all those tattoos and two added piercings. And now sexual domination from a new twin as well!
It wouldn’t even be an interruption per se. Xiang knew Rylie was there. Aspen must know, though she wasn’t looking around and seemed oblivious to all but sucking face and Xiang’s active hand.
It would be an intervention, not an interruption. Rylie was not sneaking a peek. Xiang was putting on a damn show! Xiang wanted her to see this! Which was why Rylie should put a stop to it. Or at least refuse to watch.
For sure.
Aspen was her best friend.
Aspen was good. Xiang was evil.
Rylie kept watching.
Rylie did not approach or say anything to put a stop to anything.
Xiang was consciously ignoring her. Confidently ignoring her. While probably laughing at her!
Aspen also ignored her. Aspen was clearly lost in her world of sucking fake face and lusty little pussy bounces on Xiang’s hand. It looked like Aspen was doing the tiniest, most lascivious yoga moves.
Xiang was suck a bitch. Aspen was so dumb. If they were going to ignore Rylie, then Rylie should… she should just… stand here and make them wonder if she may have left. Yes, she would sow doubt with her lack of interference.
They couldn’t hear how loudly she was breathing, could they?
Probably not with the way Aspen was moaning nonstop. What a slutty moan!
It was a real sexy moan. Rylie bet guys loved it if Aspen moaned that way with them. Did she? Maybe Aspen only moaned like that for mean Chinese lesbians.
Was that how Rylie sounded when Xiang did things to her? Did Rylie sound and look that sexy?
Aspen sure made a pretty sex victim. A sexy sex victim. Rylie bet she was also a sexy sex victim.
Too bad the twins weren’t guys and weren’t nice and liked to dominate every which way, even outside of bed. But if they weren’t the way they were, at least the way Xiang was, then would Xiang still get the same sexy moans from Aspen and Rylie?
Those moans! They made Rylie feel like moaning, too!
It made her feel like rubbing her own pussy. She’d felt that way for quite a while. Even before dinner, but especially as soon as she saw Xiang corrupting Aspen.
Rylie wanted to rub her pussy, but she just couldn’t. She had an old Chinese woman to report sexual domination to!
It would be too embarrassing if Xiang or Aspen looked over and saw her doing it. Xiang would take it as confirmation that Rylie was a slut! Aspen would see her best friend actively getting off on her submission.
Yes, it was better to passively get off on it. To watch the show raptly but to appear prim and proper, like a wholesome peeper, if either of them looked over at her.
She defended her lack of doing anything. She was doing something! She was avoiding masturbating! That counted. Also, she would soon be saving Aspen in a less direct way but a surer one, by revealing all to Caihong so Caihong could lay down the law and make lesbian domination illegal in the small warped world of the Chiu estate.
Besides, she had to admit, it did not look like Aspen wanted to be saved. She sucked face passionately with Ouyi. It almost made Rylie jealous! First, Aspen had horned in on Rylie’s Mistress, and now Aspen was trying to steal all of Master Ouyi’s plastic fake-fur leering ardor.
Aspen certainly humped hand with a lot of passion. Rylie could not tell if Xiang rubbed harder or if Aspen humped harder.
Xiang, even knowing damn well that Rylie was right there watching and listening, revealed to Aspen, “Do you taste Ouyi? Suck his fur. That taste was put there by your friend, Really Rylie. Yes, really. Really Rylie humped Ouyi more than once. She humped him as hard as you are humping my hand. She Really Rylie got off on it, and she got off on him, juicing all over him as she orgasmed. The latest time was not so long before dinner. That is why Ouyi is so wet and juicy and tasty for you.”
Rylie was outraged! What a bitch! Telling the truth was the worst thing Xiang could have done. How dare Xiang tell the truth!
It did give Aspen pause. But only pause. Her face sucking stopped for about two seconds. But then she went right back to it. Rylie guessed she did not blame Aspen. It was too late to avoid ingesting Rylie’s juice anyway.
Was it just Rylie, or was it even hotter seeing Aspen suck face when she knew the origins of the moisture?
Damn it. It was hotter. Much hotter. She wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Aspen licked faster and sucked harder. Like she was trying to get as much of Rylie’s juice as she could get!
Xiang demanded, “Lick Ouyi’s eyeballs! Lick those big plastic eyes! Your friend humped them in particular. She mashed her clitty on one of them. Lick them clean, Flame Hair Now So Very Freckle Face!”
Hey! That was personal! Xiang should not have told Aspen about that! That was—
Aspen was feverishly licking Ouyi’s shiny eyeballs!
Gross!
And… very sexy…!
Rylie felt a steaming mix of anger, frustration, and arousal. She was so turned on! Damn it! Xiang was such a manipulative bitch! Damn her!
Xiang had gotten her all fired up and kept her fired up and now had her fired up again by putting on this display of making poor Aspen oh so passionate and in such a twisted way. That was why Rylie felt frustrated as well as angry at herself and Xiang. She was guilty of an ongoing lack of doing anything constructive to help herself or help Aspen, and she knew that was exactly how Xiang wanted this to play out.
She knew Xiang was manipulating her as much or more than she was Aspen. Xiang’s manipulation of Rylie had started long before. It started last night and peaked with the orgasm denial that afternoon, right before dinner.
Did Xiang do that to set up Rylie to humiliate herself by masturbating while watching Xiang take advantage of poor events-dazed Aspen?
Or did Xiang do it to distract Aspen from reporting Xiang to Caihong?
Or did she do it just to fuck with Rylie? Just for the pure domination of it?
Rylie almost touched herself, but then pulled her hand back. If she was sure Xiang wanted to touch herself, she thought she might have done it. But it might be that her Mistress did not want her to do it.
Her Mistress…!
Fuck!
She was trying to obey Xiang even as she planned to put a stop to her Mistress’s domination of her and even as she watched her Mistress dominate her best friend!
Rylie knew she felt something else. An emotion she did not want to feel.
Jealousy.
She wasn’t sure which way the jealousy ran. She wasn’t sure if she was jealous of Aspen for getting Xiang’s manipulative attention or if she was jealous of Xiang getting to have her way with Aspen.
Any time Xiang spent manipulating Aspen was time Xiang was not spending manipulating Rylie.
Xiang got to have her way with Aspen and barely knew her! Xiang had only met Aspen for the first time yesterday!
Aspen obeyed what Xiang told her to do. Aspen took orders from Xiang.
Rylie had never tried to order Aspen around and she was damn sure that Aspen would not have obeyed her if Rylie had given her an order.
It wasn’t fair! It was fucking unfair!
Oh! Mistress was talking!
Xiang looked intent and rubbed Aspen’s pussy with great intent, “Does the new clit piercing hurt?”
Aspen nodded, hand-humping away.
“But Mistress Xiang’s hand feels even better, and you’re happy to take the pain with the pleasure.”
Aspen nodded and kept nodding, like the nodding became connected to the hand-humping, one powering the other. Aspen looked like one of those disjointed plastic figurines that jounce all over when the base is pressed inward.
She was getting quite a workout!
Rylie felt like she needed a workout too. Exercise was healthy, right?
Xiang did have two hands….
Xiang jabbed two fingers hard into Aspen’s biker shorts. She could not get good penetration, but she got what she needed.
Aspen finally made a sound, a sort of “Gak” sound, like she had a bone stuck in her throat. She shook and orgasmed.
Rylie was so jealous! She wanted to orgasm!
And… she wished she could palm and fingerfuck Aspen to an orgasm.
As Aspen orgasmed her legs must have gone weak because she reached out with both hands, one of them holding Ouyi, and gripped Xiang’s shoulders for support. Xiang did not seem to mind. She was grinning.
Fuck! Rylie was so fucking jealous!
Xiang turned in her chair, looked over Aspen’s arm, made eye contact with Rylie, and winked.
Fuck! Xiang knew Rylie was turned and jealous!
Damn her for being so sure and perceptive. Fucking manipulator!
Xiang turned back to Aspen and guided her to her knees between Xiang’s legs.
“Freckle Slut, now Mega-Freckle Slut, keep those wet shorts on. I like how see-through they’ve become. We’ll keep your pussy soaking wet. But you’ll make plenty more. Fill those shorts like a thin diaper for pussy juice instead of pee.
“Put Ouyi down there and hump him. Really Rylie did and you’re just as much of an American slut as her. You will cum again on him. Then maybe later Really Rylie will lick and suck your juices out of Ouyi’s fur.”
Yuck! The fuck she would!
Xiang added, “Maybe later on Really Rylie will also get some straight from the source. I know she’d like that.”
The nasty bitch winked at Rylie again!
That was not to say Rylie thought Xiang was wrong. She probably would like it. She had liked licking Xiang’s pussy, and she hated that bitch. She loved Aspen, so wouldn’t it stand to reason that she’d like to lick her more than she liked licking Xiang?
But Xiang redirected in a self-serving way, “Right now, you will hump Ouyi and get some straight from my source. Your newest flavor of Mistress.”
Xiang pushed her loose running pants off. She wore nothing underneath. Her pussy looked wet. It looked like it turned her on to dominate American sluts. Who knew?
Aspen was already humping away. She just went ahead and did what she never otherwise would have done, what never even would have occurred to her, simply because a mean Chinese wealth princess she’d barely met ordered her to do it.
Oh, and probably because Aspen was still so turned on.
Xiang instructed, “You are not allowed to cum again until you make me cum with your mouth. I know it will be painful due to your newly pierced tongue. But your pain is meaningless. A positive actually as it delights me that you will feel pain even as you physically delight me. This is the way of things for you now and in the future. The smallest of pleasures for one of your Mistresses is so much more important than even the greatest of pain to you.
“Put that pierced tongue to work. Prove that your Mistresses did the right thing by having your tongue pierced.”
Aspen should not want to prove that!
But apparently, maybe she did want to prove that. Aspen leaned in and applied her mouth to the pussy task at tongue. Rylie saw Aspen’s narrow pink tongue extend from her mouth and saw the glint of silvery metal.
Piercing confirmation!
Then the tongue and the stud through it disappeared into Xiang’s pussy.
American slut confirmation!
Aspen humped Ouyi.
Further American slut conformation!
Xiang told her, “Be sure to pluck your nipples. Set up a huge cum for yourself. But make sure I cum first! I always come first though I do not always cum first. But remember, you are not alive to enable yourself and to serve yourself. That would mean you are useless to your much betters. You exist to serve your Mistresses. Do so!”
Aspen did so. She gave every indication of agreeing with Xiang’s demented viewpoint.
Aspen licked energetically, looking like she completely ignored any pain from her newly pierced tongue.
She humped Ouyi like she was a world-renowned champion stuffed animal humper.
She tweaked and pulled on her hypersensitive nipples like she could not get enough pain or pleasure.
Rylie especially watched the nipple manipulation. Rylie’s nipples were now just as ultra-sensitive as Aspen’s. Rylie knew what it must feel like. It almost felt like she did feel it, like Aspen was working her nipples.
Rylie felt as much sensation watching Aspen abuse sensation into herself as Rylie previously would have felt if her nipples were handled before the sensitizing piercings.
Rylie moaned and then stifled her moans. They had not heard her. They were both moaning louder than her and were caught up in what they were feeling.
But Rylie was sure Xiang knew she was watching, knew she was incredibly turned on, and knew she was obeying. Her Mistress – or was it now their Mistress? – likely thrilled as much to her successful manipulation and control over Rylie and Aspen as she did physically thrill from Aspen’s dedicated mouth work.
It was absolutely all Rylie could do to refrain from touching herself. She wasn’t even sure why she kept herself from doing it. For herself? So that Aspen would not think – would not know – what a slut she was? Or did Rylie keep from self-pleasuring because she thought that was what her Mistress wanted?
Her Mistress.
Rylie more than sensed it. She knew it. She was on the brink of a fall that could not be undone. She was very nearly at the point where she could not think of Xiang as anything other than her Mistress – their Mistress – and very soon she might be entirely unable to disobey her. In any way about anything.
Rylie firmly reminded herself, as firmly as she wished she could firmly press her hand on her pussy knowing she would cum immediately if she did it, that this was not just sex and was not just her and was not just Xiang.
It would be a total loss of free will and self-control and self-respect. It would be all the time submission to another human being, a fucking callous bitch who was younger than her and had no regard for her.
Aspen had the same things at stake. Aspen was her friend and looked to be even more defeated and submissive and slutty than Rylie.
And if one Mistress was overwhelming, how bad would it be to have two such Mistresses if Fang truly was the same way? At least twice as bad!
Xiang panted rapidly, jerked with both hands on Aspen’s red hair, pulling her freckle-tattooed face hard on her pussy. Xiang looked at Rylie and managed to make one passion-hooded eye wink at Rylie. Xiang leered a leer reminiscent of Master Ouyi’s fixed leer.
The evil bitch was about to cum!
Xiang orgasmed, stiffening and shaking. She did not spare Aspen’s hair and did not seem concerned about Aspen getting air. Aspen also did not seem concerned. She did not resist. She humped stuffed animal and came harder than Xiang.
Rylie felt like a traitor to Aspen. She had watched Xiang sexually abuse Aspen, and she had not lifted a finger. But she felt so slutty that she felt just as disappointed she did not lift a finger to finger herself.
Rylie tore her eyes off the sexy sight, pushed away her envy, turned, and stumbled down the hallway. The movement set her throbbing, hypersensitive nipples pulsing with pleasure. She felt soaked between her legs and wished she had time to find a corner in the mansion. She wished she had time and Master Ouyi there for the humping.
That damn Master Ouyi, letting some other American slut hump him when Rylie needed to hump him! Where was the loyalty?
Rylie had to get to Caihong. An octogenarian Chinese woman was her and Aspen’s best and only hope.
