Chapter 17 Warm Breasts and Hot Oil -- The Valley of Pleasure
Chapter 17 Warm Breasts and Hot Oil -- The Valley of Pleasure
Li Chang's breath had grown ragged with lust as his raven-haired temptress
had pleasured herself, her eyes closed, clearly lost in some romantic reverie.
He was accustomed to her occasional ventures into fantasy and minded them not at
all; he was, after all, eventually the beneficiary of any erotic image or memory
that excited her.
Li Chang's eyes darted rapidly back and forth between the naked breast she
caressed so skillfully, and the dark, damp triangle at the juncture of her
supple thighs. Suddenly Ming-tsu's eyelids parted, her fantasy apparently
concluded. Her rich brown eyes were strangely bright as she looked down at him.
Bright with what? Li Chang wondered briefly. Desire? Determination?
Ming-tsu moved even closer to him, so close that she could feel his hot
breath on her bare left breast. Then, without slowing the subtle sensual
gyrations of her rounded hips, she lowered her hands to the hem of the chemise
once again. She gripped the edge of the blue-green silk gently and then slowly
lifted it, inch by revelatory inch, up over her newly naked loins and torso.
She hesitated momentarily when the chemise was little more than a silken
rope bisecting the curves of her succulent, brown-tipped breasts. She let the
silken band slide up and down over her distended nipple-nuggets, prodding them
into ever more ardent erection, before at last pulling the delicate garment over
her head, leaving her standing young and proud and naked before her lover.
"You like?" she asked again in an erotically charged whisper, her pink
tongue protruding slightly from between her moist lips.
"I like!" Li growled, just before Ming-tsu pushed him back down on the
cushions and threw herself on top of him, surrounding his swollen cock with her
pleasingly-scented breasts, rubbing her nipples with her thumbs as she did so.
Li almost swooned with pleasure. "Come on, Mr. VIP. Tell me about
yourself," Ming-tsu whispered again as she swirled her talented tongue around
his navel. And then, maddeningly, she pulled away yet again, and stood up, one
hand caressing a soft breast, the forefinger of her other hand reaching between
her legs to stroke her glistening vulva, but leaving Li's towering erection
straining into empty space. She reached over to the night table and poured an
ounce or two of the aromatic body oil into a small porcelain cup. She filled
the cup half-full and then set it on a small metal platform that she positioned
directly above the burning candle.
"Would you like to pour this nice warm oil on my body, Li Chang?" she asked
with a wanton smile of invitation, as she parted her thighs slightly. "If you
tell me your story, Mr.VIP," she whispered huskily as she brushed the gossamer
turquoise garment she still held across his throbbing penis, "I'll let you. You
can pour it all over me. How does that sound, my love? How would you like to
rub it into my skin until I'm as warm and slick outside as I am inside?"
Ming-tsu removed a gleaming index finger from the lovely pink slit between her
legs, and slid it amorously between her luscious lips. "And then you can put
your mighty lance wherever you wish." As she said those words she made a slight
inward movement with her arms that pushed her ripe-nippled breasts both together
and forward in unmistakable invitation.
The thought of drenching Ming-tsu's mouth-watering breasts in warm oil, and
then burying his swollen manhood in the richly aromatic valley between them was
more temptation than Li could stand.
Li was barely able to mouth the words, "Very well, my little vixen, you
win," he rasped. "But by the scrolls of Confucius, I don't know why I want to
marry you, when you torment me like this."
Obligingly, though, Li Chang proceeded to tell her how he had been raised
and educated by Wen-chi, and of the shy beauty, Liu. Ming-tsu had handed him the
container of warm oil, as he began the story, expecting him to begin to pour it
on her tempting body right away. But to her dismay, Li proceeded to set the
porcelain dish back in the holder just above the briskly burning candle so as to
let the oil percolate a little longer. He continued to speak at some length of
his early life and adopted family, (without, of course, going into his reasons
for joining the Black Scorpions), until he felt he had satisfied his lover's
new-found curiosity.
Upon the conclusion of his narrative, he sat on the edge of the bed and
explored her slippery vulva and her sweet pink clitoris with his lips and
tongue, while his hands roamed freely over her breast turrets, caressing,
stroking, pinching, squeezing. But mostly gripping them firmly between his
powerful fingers and pressing them roughly together, as if he were rehearsing
for the tit-fucking he was about to administer.
When he saw that tiny bubbles were beginning to form in the cup, and that
the oil was as hot as it could be without being truly dangerous, he grabbed
Ming-tsu roughly and threw her onto the bed on her back. "It is clear, my
teasing little wench, that tonight you need to be reminded who is Master, here,"
he gloated. He climbed atop his squirming lover, straddling her waist, enjoying
the warmth and softness of her body beneath him. Then he gingerly gripped the
piping hot cup, and removed the seething oil from its perch.
"N-n-no, Li. It is too hot." Ming-tsu's lovely brown eyes were wide with
fear.
"It is you who have made ME hot, all evening, my little witch. Do you not
remember your own philosophy of yin and yang? You have had your yin, Ming-tsu.
And now it is time for the yang. Some very, very hot yang!"
Ming-tsu stopped wriggling, fearful that she would upset the steaming cup.
She saw a vehemence in Li's elliptical brown eyes, a pent-up ferocity that she
had not seen since the Night of the Forty Lashes.
Li returned her stare unblinkingly, intent upon his purpose. He carefully
held the cup over her chest, and then tipped it ever so slightly, releasing a
single drop of the near-scalding liquid onto the upper slope of Ming-tsu's left
breast.
"Aaahhh!" Ming-tsu gasped in pleasure-pain. A second drop followed,
accompanied by a louder "Aaaahhhhh!!" as he anointed the delicious roseate of
her bright breast with the steaming oil. More "Aaaagghhh!!'s followed, each
louder than the last, as Li Chang poured the hot oil, first in tiny drops, then
larger ones, then a thin trickle, and finally a sizzling stream, onto both of
his lover's pleasure globes, coating them thoroughly with the bubbling
concoction. Li had dripped the oil from the perfect height -- by the time the
hot liquid splashed against her stunning breasts, it had cooled just enough that
so that its effects, though painful, would not be lasting
Li's cock tingled with desire each time it brushed against her satiny
stomach; his lust-swollen testicles were heavy against her abdomen. When he had
dripped the last of the scalding oil on to Ming-tsu's upthrusting nipples, he
began to massage her gleaming melons vigorously, rubbing the hot oil into every
pore of her firm, but yielding flesh. Only then, when there was a delicious,
transparent sheen on her overheated breast-globes, did Li Chang slide forward on
her belly so that his throbbing manhood lay between her hot, slick love-mounds.
Taking a sweet-smelling, well-oiled breast in each hand, he pressed her glorious
tits together so that they cradled his surging organ, and then he slowly began
to move his hips forward, as if he were sending his cock forth to do battle with
the voluptuous breasts that so tightly encircled it.
That first thrust into Ming-tsu's inwardly crushed pleasure-melons was so
excruciatingly delicious that Li almost exploded right then and there.
Reluctantly he decided that he would have to begin slowly, for fear of erupting
too soon. To compensate for the slowness of his thrusts, he tightened his
masterful grip on Ming-tsu's mouth-watering lust-globes; so intense was his
quest for sexual ecstasy that he was untroubled by his lover's grimaces of pain.
He had put up with Ming-tsu's flirtatious foolery patiently for an hour, but
now, by the sword of Genghis Khan, he meant to dominate her as he had never
dominated her before.
As he slid his hot cock between Ming-tsu's juicy pleasure-mounds, he used
the outer edges of the palms of his hands to push her naked breasts still
tighter around his fleshy spear, while his thumbs and forefingers sought out her
plucky cherry-pit nipples. He tweaked her slippery love-buds gently at first,
but as his cock-thrusts became longer and deeper through her tit-canyon, he
gradually tightened his grip so painfully that it seemed to Ming-tsu as if he
were intent on squeezing the tips off of her nipples. And still his potent cock
surged back and forth between her slick, swollen breasts.
"Who is your Master, my lovely concubine?" he grunted as he manhandled
Ming-tsu's surging goblets of flesh.
"You, my lord." Ming-tsu gasped, as she bit her lip to keep from crying
out. She had learned the art of submission well from George Chan. "You are my
lord and master."
"See," he ordered imperiously, as he crushed her breasts even harder in his
powerful hands, "that you don't forget it."
After he had plundered her breasts for some ten minutes with his battering
maleness, he indicated that Ming-tsu was to lean forward and use her mouth on
his pistoning cock at the conclusion of each punishing thrust. Ming-tsu did so
willingly enough, hoping that by so doing she could expedite his climax.
Thus it was that Li Chang was treated to the incomparable double pleasure
of thrusting his powerful manhood between as firmly fuckable a pair of breasts
as could be imagined, coupled with the sweetest of oral caresses as a reward for
each virile lunge.
He was able to prolong this erotic ecstasy for almost half an hour before
he began to feel the first tremors of what would prove to be an indescribably
violent orgasm. Shuddering with excitement, he erupted with a power he had
never felt before, shooting jet after jet of hot white semen onto Ming-tsu's
eyes, mouth and her deliciously oil-christened breasts.
Following his climax he scooted a little further up on her chest, so
that his weight was heavy on her tender breasts, while he proffered his dripping
cock for Ming-tsu to cleanse with her lips and tongue.
It was only when these final ablutions were complete that Li Chang, his
earlier exhaustion having renewed its fatiguing grip on him, muttered a few
words of sexually replete gratefulness to his paramour, and drifted off into a
deep, dreamless sleep.
Despite being on the even more exhausting receiving end of their violent
sexual encounter, Ming-tsu was to lie awake for an hour that night. And,
although her tender breasts were painfully sore, it was not discomfort that kept
her from sleeping.
Although her mission had been accomplished - she had elicited a fair amount
of information about his past life - she was unhappy. Not so much because of
the rough sex -- she had prepared herself for that. But this had been one of
the rare nights that Li, owing to his fatigue, had not satisfied her. Even on
the Night of the Forty Lashes, Li had seen to it that she was erotically
recompensed for her suffering.
While Li snored comfortably beside her, Ming-tsu finished what Li Chang had
started, caressing herself with an adroitness born of long experience. But even
after she had brought herself to the pinnacle of pleasure and beyond for the
third time, a witness, had there been one in the darkness of her bedchamber,
could have seen that Ming-tsu's almond-shaped eyes were still dark with fury.
Perhaps if Li had been more alert earlier in the evening, if he had been
less intent on the incomparable pleasures that Ming-tsu had offered, he might
have noticed the dark cloud that had passed over his lover's face when he had
spoken, with unmistakable affectionate and admiration, of the beautiful Liu...
