Pussy, she decided, didn't taste at all bad. With greater boldness, she thrust her tongue out again. This time, she swept it along the length of the cuntal cleft, lapping almost eagerly at the moisture that made the pale flesh glisten.
"Mmmmmmm," Carla moaned. Then she lowered her face and touched her own mouth to the open cunt below her head. An electric-like thrill coursed through Mei-Ling as she felt a knowing tongue start to work on her own cunt. With each sweep of Carla's tongue along her cunt, Mei-Ling licked faster and easier at the pussy rubbing over her face.
Hey, she thought suddenly, I can handle this. I really can. I'll bet I can even eat pussy when no one's eating mine.
And I'll bet I have to, too, she added.
She was right in her assumption, although there was a lot that was going to happen to her before that was demanded of her. By the time it was, Mei-Ling wouldn't hesitate when told to lick Carla's cunt, she would do so almost eagerly.
CHAPTER FOUR
Despite her final conscious thoughts on the evening she enslaved her Chinese maid, Carla MacLoud didn't actually take any concrete steps toward obtaining a new body to play with as she desired until ten days later. Her decision to go out and hunt for a new victim came about abruptly, after what happened when she arrived at the house in the middle of one morning after she and Carl had gone tot he club for a round of tennis and swimming.
"Mistress, I have been terribly naughty," Mei-Ling stated as she took the terry-cloth robe from around Carla's shoulders, leaving the statuesque blonde clad in nothing more than a minimal bikini swimsuit.
"Oh," Carla inquired, cocking her eyebrows.
"Yes, Mistress," Mei-Ling confessed. "I licked Olga's pussy and let Mr. Harrison fuck me while I did it. And I enjoyed both acts tremendously," the diminutive Oriental girl added.
"Of course you did," Carla assured her. "You're nothing but a hot-cunted little slut. You enjoy all of it, don't you? I know. I've felt you pussy immediately after I've whipped your tight little ass and you've been so wet you were a regular lake in your cunt. And I've seen how contorted your face gets when somebody's licking you snatch or shoving a cock into you; it's perfectly obvious that you're getting your cookies crumbled."
"Yes, Mistress," Mei-Ling admitted, without the slightest trace of shame in her countenance or voice, "I am little better than a whore."
"But you're my whore," Carla reminded her. "And you know better, or should, about letting anybody have you without my permission."
"Yes, Mistress," the Oriental beauty admitted. "Now I must be punished, isn't that right?"
"I should say it certainly is," Carla replied, noting that Mei-Ling actually shivered at the news. She diverted her attention from the girl for a moment to speak to her twin brother, who had just entered the house. "Go and find Olga and Harrison," she said. "Tell them I want to see them upstairs immediately."
Without waiting for him to reply, since she thought there was no need for him to say anything, Carla swept up the steps, with Mei-Ling trotting happily after her. When they got to the dressing room, Carla seated herself and told the servant girl to attend to her hair while they waited for the others to arrive.
They were not long in coming, although Harrison mumbled something about having been dragged away from an important phone call. "You'll just have to apologize to the man tomorrow," Carla snapped in a tone that shut off his protest before he could do more than open his mouth. "You'll be tied-up most of the rest of the day." When she said "tied-up" there was no doubt that she meant exactly that. "You and Olga both," Carla added. "You should know better than to fuck Mei-Ling without any permission. And you didn't even ask me for it, you just went ahead and enjoyed her."
The middle-aged millionaire and the Amazonish woman gave each other a look of excitement as they wondered whether they had actually presumed too much, or if Carla was merely seizing on a convenient excuse to torture them and didn't really mind that they'd had sex with the diminutive Oriental girl in her absence.
"You three, get undressed," Carla told the others. "Mei-Ling, come stand before me," she then added. Nervously, the Chinese girl obeyed, just as she did when Carla told her to lift her skirt.
The uniform was short enough to display half of Mei-Ling's legs. It had been picked that style by Harrison, who loved to run his eyes over the finely-turned columns whenever he set his gaze on the diminutive beauty. Now, he was joined in ogling the luscious legs in their entirety as Mei-Ling drew the hem of her uniform up until it was around her waist.
Beneath the uniform, the Chinese girl was wearing stockings that were attached to a sexy, black garter belt. Under it, she had on thin, almost see-through panties that were little more than duplicates of the bottom of Carla's bikini.
"Stuff the skirt under your belt, Mei-Ling," Carla commanded. "Then remove your panties." She deliberately didn't let the maid undress all the way, knowing that it would add to her humiliation to be partially dressed while the others were naked, or as nearly so as Carla was.
Once Mei-Ling had obeyed Carla's commands, the haughty blonde ignored her for a moment to survey the others. "Olga! Harrison!" she snapped, "Both of you bend over and grab your ankles. Don't move from that position until I tell you. Carl, while I spank Mei-Ling cuff them behind their backs with the tight cuffs, then take the fraternity paddle and give them each ten swacks on the ass."
"Mistress?" Harrison bleated. "How can he handcuff us that way when we're holding our ankles?"
"Stay bent over but put your hands behind your backs." Carla snapped, angry at herself for not having foreseen the difficulty. Then, without waiting to see that her orders would be carried out, because she knew they would be, she reverted her attention to Mei-Ling, who was standing docile before her, her abundant tits heaving under the tight material of the uniform top and her inner thighs already growing wet as she waited for her posterior to be abused by the haughty woman so regally regarding her.
"You heard how many strokes they are to receive?" Carla asked. The girl nodded, her face alive with anticipation. "Well, you're going to get twice that many," Carla said coldly. "The extra ten for squealing on them. Now lie across my legs."
Mei-Ling almost threw herself into position. Carla slid her hand over the girl's tight little ass as she glanced over to see Carl coming up between Harrison and Olga with the paddle in his hands. Impulsively, she winked at him. It took Carl only a split second to regain his composure in the face of the impromptu gesture and he returned the wink as he swung the paddle and struck Harrison solidly across the ass. "Yyeeuuhhhh!" the executive cried as his ass started coloring immediately.
With a squeal of delight, Carla slammed her hand into the pert mounds of Mei-Ling's ass. Swiftly she rained five blows on the saffron-colored mounds, causing the girl to kick her feet in reply to the pain that suddenly radiated from her vulnerable ass.
As she squirmed across Carla's lap, Mei-Ling's cries of agony mingled with those Carl and wringing from Harrison and Olga.
Carla slammed her hand down on Mei-Ling's ass several more times. She was giving the girl no chance to figure out the rhythm with which she was being struck, but it seemed Mei-Ling didn't care about that. Indeed, the Oriental beauty was actually thrusting her pert little ass upward to invite more blows to rain upon it.