Chapter 55 The Master of the Five Continents
Richard Chan smiled to himself as he visualized the breast bondage of
Cherry Wu and relaxed back in the armchair and abandoned himself to Mai-Lee's
awe-inspiring oral caresses. Her eyes, sensual, slavish, seductive, latched on
to his while she tongue-whipped his straining member into a frenzy. When it was
seemingly as hard as the ramparts of the Great Wall, she slowly backed away from
him on her knees, nonchalantly letting the other blue shouderstrap fall, baring
her taut-nippled honey-gold breasts.
When the dark-eyed seductress was clear of his long legs, she spun around
so that she was facing away from him, still on her hands and knees, letting
Richard admire her nicely-curved thighs, and the shapely buttocks which dimpled
the sheer azure fabric of her brief chemise with their luscious roundness.
Then she began to rotate her bottom in slow, sweet circles. She looked
back over her left shoulder, her raven hair partially obscuring her left eye,
her green-black eyes bright with desire. "I need you inside me, Master. Deep
and strong and hard. In my bottom. All the way in. Can't you see how it
beckons you?" she breathed as she wiggled her behind lasciviously.
"You could tempt Mencius himself, you little whore," Richard Chan growled
with a grin, referring to the ancient philosopher. He slid off the armchair,
knelt behind her, and ran his virile hands under her short shift, squeezing her
soft upper thigh-flesh even as his thumbs lifted the flimsy garment up over her
now-naked hips, baring her nude buttocks. Chan ran his hands over their
roundness, enjoying their warmth, their firmness.
"I was naughty at the opera last night, Master," Mai-Lee mewed. "Very
naughty."
"You were indeed, you little slut!" Richard rasped lustily as he stung her
behind with a ringing spank.
"Mmmm," she wriggled. "Thank you, Master."
SPANK! he slapped Mai-Lee's quivering bottom again with his right hand
while he stroked his manly shaft with his left.
SPANK! He whacked the firm flesh of her right buttock, and slid the back
of his hand down into the deep cleft of her derriere that he might feel her
moistness.
SPANK! He blistered her buttock rounds again, hitting her so hard that
his hand stung.
SPANK! Richard Chan slapped more and more color into her quivering
bottomglobes.
"Mmmmm ... I'm so hot ... Put it in me, Master," Mai-Lee purred in her
kittenish voice.
The Scorpion King slid his blood-engorged penis up and down Mai-Lee' fleshy
nether lips, enjoying the pussy-warmth he knew so well. But he had another
target in mind for his lance of flesh this morning. His prick eased its way up
through Mai-Lee's butt-cleft, letting her twin bottom globes caress either side
of his throbbing member. And then he spread her cheeks wide to reveal her
puckering anus. The little rosebud glistened in the morning light, thanks to
the unguent the tantalizing Eurasian beauty had applied in anticipation of the
morning's love-play.
Richard Chan positioned his sturdy bludgeon at the tiny portal, letting his
ruddy cocktip taste the lubricating oil Mai-Lee had applied. He was just about
to thrust his meaty organ into her yearning sphincter when there was another
sharp rap at the door.
"Sire -- your nephew is here!" it was the voice of Bao-tseng.
"Let him wait," Mai-Lee whispered seductively. "I need you in me, sire.
Now." She pressed her bottom backward against Chan's throbbing cock, but the
interruption had dampened his virility.
Richard Chan cursed mightily. "I must see him, Mai-Lee. It is about your
pearls that he has come."
At this point Mai-Lee edged away; suddenly the untimely interruption didn't
bother her quite so much. "I understand, sire."
"Our talk will not take long, my dear. Go to the Ruby Room and wait for me
there. I shall join you shortly."
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"Nephew," Richard continued, a moment later, when his young kinsman was
ushered breathlessly into his presence. "You are to take your squadron of men
and go to the house of Ming-tsu, and search it thoroughly for valuables and
money. Keep a close watch on the men you take with you. Make certain that they
do not make off with anything. When you are done, bring whatever you find back
here to me. And bring Ming-tsu as well. Am I correct in thinking that she does
not know you?"
"That is indeed true, uncle. I was at university when she and my father
were ... close. But I have seen her -- when we took the bodies the other
night." Chiang Chan neglected to mention that he had also seen as much of
Ming-tsu's luscious body as any man alive when he had spied on her recent erotic
encounter with his father in his father's office.
"But uncle," Chiang Chan asked warily, "Does my father know of this? He is
... quite fond of Ming-tsu, as you know."
"Yes, I know, I know. You are not to harm her -- unless she resists or
tries to escape." Richard Chan stroked his angular chin thoughtfully. "Where
is my brother? I shall consult with him, of course before taking drastic
action. But the woman must be brought here now!"
"He spent the night in the country, uncle. He will be back at his city
home shortly. I left word for him to come here immediately."
"Well done, nephew. Now be off with you -- there is not a minute to lose.
Ming-tsu may be planning to flee the city -- after having deceived your father
and me."
"I understand, uncle. If she is still in Shanghai, my men and I shall find
her." Richard Chan's capable young nephew hurried out, wondering what to make
of this unexpected mission.
********
Richard Chan sat for a few moments, pondering the strange events of the
morning, and thinking about what he might do with Ming-tsu, should she be
apprehended and her guilt established. About five minutes later Bao-tseng
passed the doorway of the Sapphire Room and saw his master sitting in his
throne-like armchair, engrossed in thought.
Tthen a cruel smile slowly spread across Richard Chan's vulpine features,
and he rose from the armchair, brushed past his chamberlain hurriedly and strode
rapidly down the long plushly-carpeted corridor toward the Ruby Room, another of
Mai-Lee's elaborate bedchambers in her wing on the second floor of the Black
Pagoda.
Chan opened the door of the Ruby Room quietly, without knocking, to find
Mai-Lee lying on her back on the huge round bed that dominated the room, facing
away from him. Where the Sapphire Room had been beautifully decorated in
various hues of blues, the textiles, carpets, and walls of the Ruby Room were
done in bold shades of erotic crimson.
The coverlet of the bed was blood red, but had been pulled most of the way
back to reveal sheets of the purest white. Mai-Lee lay sprawled across the
sheets, wearing only a brief thigh-length dressing-gown that was presently
bunched around her nubile hips. The dressing-gown was of precisely the same
shade of brothel-scarlet as the bedspread. Mai-Lee had apparently found time to
bathe - a luxury she indulged in several times a day - while he had been
pondering Ming-tsu's fate -- her long, glistening legs were still damp and soapy
as if she had thrown on her brief silk wrapper without making any attempt to
towel herself dry.
Mai-Lee was making soft mewing noises. As Richard Chan stepped closer, he
saw the reason why. His insatiable strumpet was pleasuring herself with the
device he called the Five Continents.
The 'Five Continents' was a peculiarly-shaped rod of solid glass, perhaps
twelve inches long. The rod had been artfully fashioned so that it appeared to
pass through five small, nearly contiguous spheres of solid glass. The colorful
sphere-clusters represented the five continents, each slightly larger than the
one preceding it. The smallest sphere, the one that was buried deepest inside
Mai-Lee's pleasure-channel, was of a sapphire blue representing Australia; also
inside her, pressing more tightly against the sensitive walls of her vagina was
the one of emerald green, representing Europe, and a still larger one of
midnight black, denoting the dark continent, Africa.
Mai-Lee, moaning soft moans of pleasure, was just in the process of easing
the red ball emblematic of the American double-continent into her eager love
nook, leaving only the largest sphere of all -- the golden ball of Asia --
whose diameter was equal to that of the phallus of a very, very well endowed man
-- nestled between her thighs. Another four inches of rod, enough to provide a
handhold, protruded outward from the golden sphere.
Richard Chan watched his nymph-mistress silently for a moment or two. He
had spent many hours designing this pleasure toy, and Mai-Lee had
enthusiastically taken part in the project, experimenting with clay models,
tinkering with spheres of different sizes, assisting him and his artisans in
crafting the device so that it gave his concubine the maximum possible amount of
pleasure. It had taken an army of journeymen many attempts to determine the
proper gradations in the size of the glass clusters, to find just the right
sort of glass, the right combination of time and heat at which to temper it, and
so on.
But when the Five Continents was at last proudly presented to him by the
chemist he had put in charge of the project, he knew at once that he was in
possession of the finest pleasure device in Asia, one that he had used to tease
Mai-Lee to the topmost peaks of passion many times, especially in the depleted
moments following one of the orgasms she was so adroit in coaxing from his
ardent phallus.
Mai-Lee was in some far-off lost world of her own at that moment, sliding
the clustered spheres in and out of her moist vagina, each glass ball stretching
her wider as she slipped the sphere-rod deeper and deeper into her. Three
brightly-burning candles stood side-by-side on a small table adjacent to the
scarlet bed; the Five Continents was especially pleasurable, Mai-Lee had found,
when the brightly-colored glass was heated as hot as she could stand it.
Richard Chan approached the bed, and knelt down above Mai-Lee's face, but
facing in the other direction.
"Permit me, my dear," he whispered and he took the pentachromatic love toy
from her and rotated the heated cluster-cylinder gently within her, as she
shuddered in the throes of inexpressible lust. As he pressed the golden globe of
Asia against, and then into her quivering love channel, she gasped with
pleasure and her fingers worked at the sash of his robe.
Richard Chan slid the thermal sphere-stick deeper into Mai-Lee's
lust-cavern as he bent forward to touch the tip of his tongue to her moistly
gleaming clitoris. She had bathed using her favorite oil of jasmine, and its
fresh floral scent mingled with her woman-smell forming a potpourri of rare
delight.
He tongued her skillfully and then he felt her hands sliding his own robe
open and then her warm hands were once again on his cock and balls. He lowered
his body slightly, so that she could use her marvelous mouth on his genitals,
while he undid the belt of her robe with one hand while skillfully moving the
Five Continents inside her, twisting it, turning it, moving it in and out,
adjusting the angle ever so slightly each time. Once, twice, three times he
brought her soapy, sweet-smelling body to blissful orgasms with his clever
invention, while she licked and tongued and teased his genitals to within a
hair's breadth of orgasm. But Mai-Lee, for once, had let her passions get the
best of her. In her hedonistic excitement Mai-Lee had made the error of raking
her sharp nails across the back of the Master of the Five Continents, drawing
blood.
Richard Chan had come in Mai-Lee's infinitely talented mouth three times at
the opera last night, and was sorely tempted to do so again. But when he felt
Mai-Lee's nails tearing his flesh, he decided upon another course of action. He
climbed off of his full-breasted courtesan and told her to kneel up in the large
bed facing him, their robes both open to the waist. He told her to play with
her breasts then, while he stroked himself, and Mai-Lee's hands had made
skillful love to her bold-thrusting still-soapy treasures, cupping and squeezing
the firm globes, tweaking and pinching her damp nipple-crests.
********
Unbeknownst to the pair of lovers, there was another pair of eyes on
Mai-Lee's gorgeous body. Or rather one eye, old but still bright with covetous
lust. Bao-tseng crouched at the keyhole to the door of the Ruby Room his right
eye fastened on Mai-Lee's kneeling nudity -- her splendidly full-nippled
breasts, her sensuous belly and dark-thatched loins, her supple golden thighs.
The lecherous chamberlain pretended that it was his aging hands, and not
Mai-Lee's, that caressed her shamelessly out-thrust breasts and her bold brown
nipples.
********
It was only when Mai-Lee's nipples were a pair of straining chocolate
nuggets that Richard Chan positioned her for the piece de resistance. The
moment he had been waiting for since her insolent outburst earlier that morning.
He pulled his still-willing love-slave off of the bed and toward an
armchair covered in crimson brocade. Then he made Mai-Lee face the armchair
from a distance of about two feet, with her feet spread about the same distance,
and then he directed her to bend from the waist so that the weight of her body
was supported by her hands, which were in turn supported by the arms of the
chair.
It was a charming posture, her full, dark-nippled breasts hanging like lush
fruits, her perfect deeply-cleft buttocks curved to a lovely concavity.
Richard towered over her inclined figure, his penis angry with lust.
"Where is the hairbrush I gave you last week?"
"It ... it is in the dresser in the corner ... in the second drawer ... but
why ..."
Richard Chan quickly rifled through the drawer and located the hairbrush.
He had selected it not for its fine camel-hair bristles which admittedly
imparted a lovely sheen to Mai-Lee's long dark tresses. But for its smooth,
solid, durable wooden back.
"Earlier, my dear, you remarked that 'my servants were all imbeciles'.
Your condescending attitude has been a concern to me for some time, Mai-Lee.
Never forget that you, too, are a servant."
WHAPPP!!! Naked and wrathful, Chan slammed the back of the hairbrush into
Mai-Lee's right bottom-cheek, just below the midpoint.
"Owwww!" Mai-Lee stood up in pained surprise, rubbing her pink buttock.
''Miss Tan," he began, using her family name which he used only when angry,
"if you come out of that fetching position again, I will have you taken
downstairs. I assure you that I can arrange it so that you remain quite, quite
motionless while I punish you at my leisure."
Mai-Lee had witnessed some of the punishment the Brothers Chan had meted
out to Peony and had herself taken part in the flogging of Ci-ci. Her hands
were back on the armrests and her invitingly rounded ass was high in the air
before Richard Chan had finished the sentence.
"Where was I? Oh, yes. You would do well to remember, Miss Tan, that you
are only a servant."
WHAPP!!! High on the left cheek. "Ouwwww!"
"And that you are here only to serve me."
WHAPPP!! Low on the right cheek. "Aaaahhh! Yes, Sire!"
"See" WHACKK! A thigh-burner. "Owwww!"
"That" WHAPP!! A scorcher to the ripest curve of her ass. "Ahh!"
"You" WHAPP!! Again to the same pinkening spot. "Aaahh!"
"Don't" WHAPP!! Flat wood on rounded flesh. "Aaahhhhh!"
"Forget" WHAPP!! And again. "Aaahhhhhhhh!!"
"It!!" WHAPPP!! Another scalder to her crimson bottom-cheek.
The center of Mai-Lee's right bottom oval was crimson now, and tears were
streaming down Mai-Lee's face now.
"Miss" WHAPP!! A blistering blow to her other buttock. "Ouww!"
"Mai" WHAPP!! Deja vu! "Aaaaahhh!!"
"Lee" WHAPP!! A third butt-burner to the blushing buns.
"Tan!" WHAPP!! Yet again -- four in a row to the same wriggling cheek.
Then Richard Chan began spanking Mai-Lee's squirming, firm-fleshed thighs,
smacking them firmly with the paddle, again and again until Mai-Lee's golden
upper thighs were nearly as red as the bedspread. And then he returned to her
rosy-cheeked buttocks and gave each of her plump nethercheeks another half dozen
swats.
It was only when Mai-Lee's upthrust ass was a blazing crimson that he
stepped up close behind her, kicked her bare feet a little wider apart, spread
her bottomcheeks and positioned his swollen cock at her delicate anal ring.
Presciently, Mai-Lee had soaped her rectum well during her bath; that would make
the Scorpion Lord's entry a little easier.
With his legs tight up against her warm, well-paddled thighs, Chan reached
his long arms around to cup Mai-Lee's pendulous breasts while he worked his
phallus into her puckering channel. The angle of her inclination seemed to make
her rectal grip on his meaty cock-shaft, always pleasantly tight during their
occasional anal encounters, even more exquisitely pleasurable than normal.
The Tyrant of the Black Pagoda proceeded to give his number one concubine
an ass-fucking she would long remember, pounding into her with an athletic
intensity uncommon for a man of his age, while she grunted animalistic cries of
pleasure-pain in time with his every punishing thrust. When at last he emitted
a guttural roar, and emptied his seed deep into her bowels, his body collapsed
on top of her and the amorous twosome fell face forward into the cushions of the
armchair like a pair of exhausted gladiators.
********
Standing in the hallway outside the Ruby Room Bao-tseng lifted his eye from
the keyhole, adjusted the tent his aging erection had made in his robes of
domestic office, and retreated silently down the hall wishing that it had been
he who had had the pleasure of spanking and sodomizing the impudent Eurasian
courtesan.
