Driven Lust (16 page)

"Clean it up." Lisa said, pointing it back
at Ying. She hesitated for the translation but put it in her mouth.
"Lick it all up." Lisa continued, still stroking it.

James’ knees were weak, the sucking and
tonguing was getting to him, "Ok, I think I'm good." he said,
jerking from the sensitivity.

Lisa let go, but Ying didn't. She tried to
fit all of him in her mouth, but had little success as James was
still semi-hard.

She frowned as she failed, but released him.
She stared at it for a while and James thought she wanted to
inspect it. He just stood there and let her look around his
genitals.

"That was nice." James said, wanting to
boost Ying's ego. "With a little practice, she will be an expert."
and Ying perked up hearing the translator.

"Well, she's going to get more practice on
sucking pussy, that's for sure." Lisa quipped. "I haven't had
virgin pussy since ... junior high, I think." scratching her chin.
Looking at James, "Can I keep her while you're gone?"

James watched Ying play with his balls,
"Yeah, that'd be ok. I mean, if it's ok with her."

The translator finished before Ying said, "I
want to." translating it back to them.

James wanted to clean up; he had a meeting
with a couple soon. He turned to go but Ying grabbed his balls.
"What the... !"

"Ying! Let go." Lisa commanded and James had
to wait for the translation. Ying wanted to suck on a nut and did
that before she let go.

James rubbed it, "Can you have her take care
of the sheets? You two soaked it." he said, and headed for the
shower. While he cleaned, he thought about getting a bed for his
servant. He probably should pick up some food and underwear today.
Putting those two items in the same sentence seemed funny to him
and he chuckled at his thoughts.

Coming back out and drying himself off, he
found the girls were sixty-nining each other. Ying was on top and
looked about half the size of Lisa. That was saying something
because Lisa wasn't all that tall anyway.

Getting dressed while the sucking went on
was a little awkward; he kept getting distracted when someone hit a
good spot and he just had to look.

What really sucked was leaving two naked
girls making love in his bed. He waved at both before he headed
out. "Lisa, don't tear her up, I just got her." he warned, and
closed the door behind him. He could hear the translator repeat
what he just said through the door as he paused to put on his
jacket. Then he heard Ying giggle from his words.

He took the SUV again and headed for
downtown. Mr. and Mrs. Hunt were to be picked up at a corporation,
but again the destination was 'As Directed'. He got there at his
usual early time. He made a note to get more detail out of a run
other than 'As Directed'. It added more stress than he cared to
have.

Standing outside by the doors, the clients
came up to him. The elder gentleman greeted him, "Hunt?"

"Indeed, sir." James replied, opening the
back door. He offered his hand to the thirty or so looking lady and
she took it. James guessed she was probably half the gentleman's
age. After getting them inside, James walked around the back to the
driver door. He noticed them kiss when he entered.

"My name is James, how may I be of service
to you today?" he inquired.

Looking at the mirror, James saw the elder
gentleman turn to his wife as he said, "I need to borrow your
cock."

It was a long night for James. It was only
two and a half hours, but it was forever to him. He had to get hard
on the floor in front of their fireplace. The husband didn't want
him touching his wife, just let her use him for a fuck stick. The
old fart did the caressing and touching while she rode him. The
woman played her role well, not giving James a reason to get off.
He managed to stay erect though. It helped thinking about the two
girls eating each other out in his bed.

Like notches on a stick, James counted six
orgasms the woman had. As directed, he didn't orgasm. He maintained
the perfect balance of fantasy and reality. If he got close to an
orgasm, he just had to look at the naked old guy. Not letting his
cock go soft, he reminisced about Ying and that sweet tasting
nectar she produced.

Around seven thirty, James was back in the
SUV and free for the evening. At eight, he pulled into Wally World.
Grabbing three more packs of batteries, thinking Ying would use
some, more underwear and some food; he was set to head home. The
underwear wasn't high quality like his last pack. If he had to give
them away, he was handing out the cheap ones.

At nine forty five, James was fumbling to
unlock his own door. He didn't want to catch Ying in a compromising
position but his hands were full. Pushing it open with the
groceries tucked under his chin, he almost stepped on his living
gift.

Ying was sitting naked in the floor in front
of the door on her knees, arms wrapped behind her back, a black
collar around her neck, and high black heels on that were too big
for her.

"Excuse me." James said, working his way
around the tiny nymph. Looking back, she had turned to face him,
her nipples were hard, he observed. "Everything alright?" he asked,
sitting the groceries on his computer desk. He needed to separate
the colds and get them to the mini kitchen, he thought.

"Yes Master" she said in English, just
batting her eyes.

"Why are you on the floor?" he asked.

"I wait for orders." she replied, in fairly
decent English.

James chuckled at that, "Whose doing the
ordering?"

She looked at him funny and said, "You
master."

‘Ok, that's weird’, "Who told you I was your
master?" he asked.

"Lady Spencer." she said, as if he should
know.

James was taken aback; he certainly didn't
like the term master, "Ok, you can call me James."

"But master..." she started.

"That's an order." and crossed an arm,
putting his elbow on it, and then scratched his chin.

"James." she relented. "I'm supposed to be
your slave."

"No, you're supposed to be my servant." He
wanted her to get that slavery crap out of her mind. He was taught
to respect women and the thought of such cruel dominance went
against his grain.

"I serve.” she said, “You master." so
matter-of-factly.

James dropped his arms.
This girl is way
too submissive
. She needed to, well, grow some balls. "Get up."
he commanded.

Ying stood, arms folded behind her back,
without asking, she spread her legs.

"What are you doing?" James wondered out
loud.

"Prepared for ins-inspection." she said.

What the fuck did Lisa do?
This girl
took a course on BDSM or something. "Ok, what did Lisa teach you?"
he asked.

"She say you ask dat. I say be good slave."
she said, proud she had passed whatever test she thought she was
given.

"Go get Lisa." James said.

The oriental pixie walked right over and
headed out the door. "You could put clothes on!" James called, but
it was too late. Virgil will get his share of still photos from
that.

A moment later, she reappeared holding Lisa
by the hand. "What's wrong?" Lisa asked in a serious tone.

"I asked you not to break her and that girl
is definitely broken." he answered, pointing to Ying.

"I never broke your toy, James! I made her
better for ya." Lisa defended. ‘
Some gratitude for her
efforts!’
she thought.

"She thinks I am supposed to inspect her."
James pointed out, eyeing Ying’s “inspection” stance.

"Well yeah! How else do you know if she kept
the plug in?" Lisa mused.

"What plug?" James asked, intrigued.

"This one" she replied, spinning Ying around
and spreading her ass cheeks.

James saw the blue butt plug he got at the
novelty store firmly planted in Ying's little ass. It wasn't the
biggest or the smallest they had. He bought the middle size so he
would have one for a lady wanting it, but didn't know what a woman
would like. But with Ying's petite form, the thing looked rather
large for her. "You got in my drawer and found my toys?" James
exclaimed.

"You weren't using them! And, her vibrator
takes AAs and we were looking for more!" Lisa huffed.

James just shook his head, "Ok, ok,
whatever.” he relented, “I need to get the cold stuff in the
fridge, and then I'll work on fixing Ying." He started separating
the food, "Slave, sheesh." he muttered under his breath.

"Hey! I trained her right!" Lisa huffed, "I
even went to websites and showed her videos and translated stories
for her!"

"Did you explain the difference between
playing slave and being a regular person?" James asked, separating
his groceries.

"Nope, sure didn't. She won't be a regular
person James. She is your slave. You are supposed to be her master
you know." Lisa argued, thinking ‘
What kind of male doesn’t want
to dominate a slave?’

"I don't want a slave or a slave all the
time at least." thinking it was kind of erotic really, "She is a
human being. She should be treated with some respect, don't you
think?"

"I respected her. I ate her pussy back
didn't I?" Lisa rationalized. "Besides, if you don't want her, I'll
take her."

James just knew Lisa would have an
underlying reason to do this to poor Ying. "I've got a bigger heart
than that. She would need knee pads if you had your way." James
smirked.

"Listen, try her out. You'll like it after a
while." Lisa reasoned, offering some solution to his dilemma.

"Fine, I'll work on it." he sighed, looking
down at his bag of cold food, "Maybe she can put the cold food in
the fridge at least." he sighed.

"Ying, fridge" Lisa said, pointing at the
bag. Ying grabbed it and headed out the door. "Clothes!" James
called after her, but it was too late. ‘
Virgil is probably
masturbating right about now
.’ "When was the last time she had
clothes on?" he asked.

"Fuck if I know” she snipped, “she was naked
when I met her." and added. "I thought she came packaged that way."
and sneered.

James gave her the hairy eyeball, "I'm
kidding! Seriously, get some humor, jeesh." Lisa soothed.

"I laugh when it's funny." James smiled, and
then frowned, "Crap, I didn't get a bed." he lamented, "Guess I'm
sleeping on the floor tonight."

"Are you nuts?” she asked incredulously,
“Make her sleep on the floor." she explained. Why he didn’t treat
her like the slave she was stumped her. If she owned a slave, they
would know their place for sure.

"I'm not making a woman sleep on the floor!"
James countered, and opened his potato chip bag.

"Well at least let her sleep with you. She'd
fit in your arm pit." Lisa suggested with a grin.

"That will work I guess. Speaking of work,
you working out in the morning?" James asked, as Ying came back
in.

"Yep, I'm up at six." Lisa replied, eyeing
the slave girl.

"Me too" he said, handing the bag of potato
chips to Ying. She looked so cute with that collar on. Black suited
her.

"Oh, give me my shoes." Lisa ordered. Ying
kicked them off; they were too loose for her anyway, and then
picked them up to hand them to her.

Lisa turned back to James, "Did you get any
batteries?" she asked, remembering her need for them.

What the hell is she doing with them?
Hell, he just gave her a pack. "You can't possibly need more."
James exclaimed in awe.

"Duh, I used them from my camera,
flashlight, and remote." She huffed, "And since I don't get Ying
Yang tonight, I might get the urge to… you know."

James handed her a twelve pack of batteries.
"Oh, can I borrow Ying's vibrator?" she asked, taking the
batteries.

"Ok, what's wrong with yours?" James
couldn’t believe she burned the damn thing up already.

"Nothing, but I can use her vibrator to fuck
with while I'm using mine on my clit." she explained.

"Spent some time thinking that up, did you?"
James smugly asked.

"She horny all time." Ying noted aloud with
a mouthful of chips, and they both looked at her.

All three busted up laughing, "Well, your
English has improved." James noted, shaking his head at the
comedy.

Lisa walked over and picked up James' old
phone off the computer desk, "This is a piece of crap. She needs a
better one. You can download a translator that does audio and text
with the phone you have. Try to get her that model." Lisa pointed
out.

James readily agreed, knowing a translator
would definitely be a requirement for now.

"Lisa teach me new things." Ying offered,
when the conversation lulled.

James looked back at her, "Yes, I noticed
that as soon as I walked in."

Lisa punched his arm, "I taught her more
than that!" and huffed. "She can cook eggs, bacon and sausage, but
don't leave her there while she cooks.” and added, “She knows how
to polish shoes too."

Well, thank you Lisa." James said sincerely,
"I appreciate the help."

Lisa looked at Ying, "You know, I really
like her; I want one now." looking back at James, "We put her
clothes in your closet, they are in poor shape and I don't know who
made them, but they smell funny and most of it is plaid skirts and
white blouses."

James thought a second, "We could go
shopping after workout tomorrow and throw her old clothes out. Are
you busy tomorrow?"

"Wednesday" Lisa thought out loud, "Not
after workout. I'd have to be back by three."

"I haven't checked my calendar for
tomorrow." James said, unclipping it from his side, "Let's see. I
have a meeting at three it seems. Nothing other than that, so we're
good to go."

"I need to potty." Ying piped in, bending
over and spreading her tiny cheeks.