Mistress Carla - The slaves of Carla

Harrison shivered as he looked down on the crouching form or the Oriental beauty as she worked slavishly over his cock. His mind pictured her in various positions, her body contorted to make all of her sexual parts available to him. He knew that there was a chance that Carla, in a fit of perversity, might not allow him any farther contact with the girl, but he didn't think about that long. Instead, he imagined himself being given complete freedom with the dainty body, able to ravish Mei-Ling in all the ways he wanted.

"Mmmmmm," he murmured as the crying girl's hot mouth continued to glide up and down over his cock. She kept her tongue fluttering against the heavily-veined underside as she jiggled his heavy nuts in her long, slender fingers. "You do have the makings of a first-rate cocksucker," he told her.

Mei-Ling didn't want to hear such things, but she couldn't shut her ears to his words. How horrible he is to make me do this, she thought. Then she wondered: What would the Misses MacLoud think if she saw me like this? She would surely believe I was a willing participant in such depraved acting's. Of course, the hapless girl had no way of knowing that Carla had been a fascinated observer of the entire scene in the den from the moment the pert little maid had entered it in answer to her employer's summons and been told to remove her clothing.

Her mouth was starting to tire from being stretched as it was. Even though Harrison's cock wasn't as huge as the girl imagined, she was small enough that she had to strain mightily to get all of it inside her mouth. Mei-Ling stood only four foot nine inches tall and weighed only 88 pounds. She wore a 34-b cup bra, but her waist was only 19" around and her hips measured no more than 30", which is why her tits seemed so overly developed.

The rubbing of her thighs together was doing nothing to dispel the itching in her cunt. In fact, it was having the opposite effect. As her pussy grew congested with blood and the dainty lips swelled and grew damp, Mei-Ling was sorely tempted to reach down and fondle herself with her free hand. If it had been dark in the room, she might have actually done so, but she was too selfconscious to resort to fingering her snatch while Harrison could look down and see her doing so. He might think she was interested in doing more with him than she was being forced to. What she didn't know was that Harrison was perfectly aware of the fact that her virginal body was reacting to the lewd act he was making her perform. Indeed, he was so aware of how horny the girl was getting it was all he could do to keep from tossing her onto her back and deflowering her at that very moment. The only thing that was stopping him was the knowledge that Carla would torment him unmercifully if he did so, for she had plans regarding Mei-Ling's cherry. And those plans didn't call for him to remove it.

Harrison was holding back, preventing himself from cumming, for he wanted to enjoy the marvelous feeling of Mei-Ling's untutored mouth working on his cock as long as he could. He was sure that he'd be allowed to have the girl again, but he wasn't positive, so he wanted to prolong his enjoyment of the docilely sucking girl as long as possible.

He sensed the sudden presence of another person in the room and opened his eyes as he turned his head slightly. From the doorway, Carla gave him a lascivious wink and made a slight motion with her hand. Harrison didn't fail to notice that his attractive wife was carrying a camera with a flash attachment.

The next time Mei-Ling's mouth reached the knob at the top of his cock, he tugged a little at her hair. "Suck," he barked as he twisted her head until her cheek was against his hairy thigh and her face was clearly visible. Obediently the girl hollowed her cheeks in an obscene manner.

"Open your eyes, Mei-Ling," Harrison directed. The girl tried but was unable to do so until a sudden, white-light, reached her optic nerves even through the thin membranes of her eyelids. Then she let her eyes go wide open. What she saw caused her to try to shrink away from the man whose cock she had in her mouth. Only a few feet away stood her employer's wife, lowering a camera.

"Don't stop," Harrison rasped as he forced her mouth to remain over his cock.

"Yes, Mei-Ling," Carla said coolly. "Finish him off. And, when he cums in your mouth, swallow his jizm. Drain him completely. Once you've done that, we can decide what to do about this."

Her shoulders began to shake, so hard was Mei-Ling crying, but she obeyed. Once more her mouth slid up and down over the hard cock, but now she moved her sucking mouth faster, at her employer's urging. Ooooh, she thought, this is the worst thing that's ever happened to me. This is even worse than seeing my friends shot down in cold blood by the Security Police. She had barely escaped being massacred at that time and had fled Taiwan as soon after as she'd been able.

What Mei-Ling didn't know was that her nightmare was only beginning.

Suddenly, Harrison's cock swelled in her mouth. All at once, she had a mouthful of hot, salty, sticky material in her mouth. Remembering what she'd been told, she worked her throat, emptying her oral cavity of the glutinous strands just in time to receive another blast of jizm.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Harrison cried, rising up from the seat of the chair and driving the last inch of his cock into her mouth as she swallowed once more. Again he shot a big gob of cum into her hapless mouth, but this time it slid into her convulsively working throat without any effort on her part.

Then Harrison sank back. As he did so, he lifted her mouth from his cock and pushed her to her side on the thick brocade carpet.

Mei-Ling huddled there, her body shuddering fitfully, as a small orgasm swept over her and she wondered what was about to befall her next.

Even while the Chinese girl's body was vibrating from the unexpected cum she'd received from having her employer shoot off in her mouth, Carla was crossing to her side. As the haughty, blonde woman dropped to her knees beside her, Mei-Ling wondered what was going to be done to her. She was sure that she was not going to be forgiven for what she had done, but she had no idea of what form her punishment was going to take.

Suddenly, she felt a wide band of supple leather being fitted around the thin column of her neck. What is this for? she asked herself. Deft fingers fastened a couple of straps together at the nape of her neck. Then there was a snap of something metallic being fastened.

"Come, Mei-Ling!" Carla snapped, tugging on the leash she had attached to the collar she'd put around the maid's throat. Mei-Ling pushed herself up to her hands and knees. "That's fine, just as you are," Carla told her. The slender, sensually tuned woman turned on her high-heels and started toward the door. As she did so. Mei-Ling had to hurry to keep up with her.

Ohhhhhh, how humiliating! the distraught Chinese girl thought. I'm being led like a dog. What if one of the other servants sees me like this? I'd never be able to face any of them again if they saw me like this. I would lose such face I would have to kill myself.

That was the one thing that Mei-Ling didn't have to worry about. Besides herself, Carla and Harrison, there were only two other people in the house: Carla's twin brother, Carl, and Olga, who, as far as Harrison's servants were concerned, was the personal masseuse of the mistress of the household. The other servants had received an unexpected evening off, being told they could leave just as Mei-Ling was entering Harrison's den.

Carla led the terrified girl up the broad staircase. The house had been built by a man who'd struck it rich when the area had been in the midst of a silver rush in the 1800's and Harrison had had it restored to its former opulence after he'd bought it for back taxes. No one in the area had been able to afford the upkeep of the magnificent building until the self-made millionaire had come to town.