Chapter 6: The Japanese Heir
Each morning, I'd awaken to find myself tangled in Stella's embrace, cozying up against my chest. Meanwhile, another of my chink slaves would be busy pleasuring me. Today, it was Winnie who had the honor. But as the weeks progressed, the girls would rotate who got the privilege of waking me up with a blowjob. Even occasionally, they'd take turns doing it simultaneously.
Morning light seeped through the windows, waking Stella. She cast a warm, sweet smile in my direction before turning her gaze upon Winnie, now serviceously sucking my cock.
"Good morning, Master," Stella greeted me. "Looks like your morning has gotten off to a fine start already."
"Yes, it has," I affirmed. Winnie was putting forth a fantastic effort, her mouth working overtime to ease her way down my length.
As Stella and I kissed, Winnie's sucking actions turned more fervent. Her head bobbed up and down, her tongue slapping against me with the right amount of force.
"MMmmmppphhh, Mmmmmphh, MMmpphhh," she grunted rhythmically. Winnie used my cock like a drumstick, slapping her own face with it before resuming her blowjob.
"You girls are too much," I remarked, squeezing Stella's breast. My other hand stroked her smooth, firm legs.
The sight of Stella's really was a sight to behold; she had a face so close to perfection, with a sweet smile that hid a much more devious expression when it targeted Winnie. Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she mused, "Fancy being the luckiest man on Earth, hmm?"
"Yes, oh yes. If this is what being lucky feels like every day, then yes, I am the luckiest," I replied, leaning in for another kiss.
Suddenly, another figure appeared over the bed: a naked, Japanese woman. Her skin glowed with the promise of a day of servitude. She held a tray of breakfast items.
"Master, Breakfast is served," she told me, unimpressed.
The woman was stunningly beautiful, a leaner build compared to Crystal and Winnie, sporting a rather flat stomach. She also seemed to be taller with larger breasts than either of my other chink slaves. To top it off, she sported that very subtle hint of an Asian accent. Tentatively, I presumed she was Sawako, the girl my late grandfather had acquired from the Yakuza.
I fondled her breast, which was rather big, and ordered her, "Leave the tray on the nightstand."
"Yes, master," she responded, setting the tray down and then bowing respectfully.
"I am at your disposal, Master, should you want," she whispered, searching for more commands.
The woman's actions were so polite, so dutiful, it was apparent where she'd come from.
I started examining her beautiful ass as she made her exit, then turned back to address Stella.
"She's indeed delectable, isn't she?" I asked, unable to hide my arousal. Stella agreed with me without a doubt.
"Wow, she's very pretty. And so obedient," Stella stated, looking wistful. "All your girls are perfect at pleasuring you."
"She's naturally disposed to service," I mentioned almost dreamily, using American sarcasm. "I can't wait to fully utilize her."
"You'll have your chance soon," Stella said, and as expected, Winnie continued to suck me, manifesting this a moment. A look of self-determination was apparent on her face.
"Puttape," Winnie groaned, struggling to engulf me, waiting for my response.
I hauled Stella back, pinning her lips to mine. My climax struck, and she eagerly swallowed.
"You did well, Winnie," Stella commented. "Your White Master seemed to enjoy your efforts."
"Thank you, Master," Winnie murmured, teeth nibbling the head of my cock. "I want you to be happy."
"This will do for now, Winnie," I instructed. Stella and I had more important matters to attend to than Winnie.
"Thanks, Winnie. That sounds great," I replied, giving her the green light. "I'm having breakfast with Stella, but afterward, why don't you have a hot bath ready? And tell Crystal to get ready for me in the tub."
"Thank you, White Master." Winnie responded obediently and exited the room to prepare the bath.
"What about you, Stella? Can you join me in the tub?" Stella teased.
"Not this time." I promised. "I'm planning on enjoying Crystal's big yellow udders during my bath."
"Of course, White Master." Stella winked. "I know what you mean. Have a great morning."
My morning was already amazing. And it was about to get even better.
Following a hearty, greasy breakfast, and making out with my Chinese sex slave for a while, I approached the bathroom.
What awaited me inside took me by surprise. Warm, bubbling water, soft music playing in the background - it looked incredibly serene. Crystal was comfortably seated in the tub, waiting eagerly for my arrival. Her large breasts were partially submerged in the water, with bubbles dancing around her lower half. Her left leg stuck out from the bubbles, exposing it seductively.
"Good morning, White Master," Crystal greeted me from the tub. "Winnie and Amber have laid out your clothes and a towel. When you're ready to leave, of course."
"Oh, of course," I chuckled.
I undressed swiftly, admiring Crystal's curves as I stepped into the bathroom.
"You're one lucky Asian, Crystal," I said, climbing into the tub and sitting between her legs. "Getting to serve your White Master twice within 12 hours."
"Yes, White Master. I'm a fortunate girl." She purred, grabbing my shoulders. She began massaging them and sliding her breasts against my back, causing her large, wet nipples to brush against me.
"Aah, that feels nice." I signed, leaning my head back against her shoulder.
"Here to serve your every request, White Master." She cooed.
"Pretty soon, I will." I replied, thinking of her hands and their potential uses.
"I'll keep that in mind, but for now, focus on my massaging hands."
Crystal was an expert masseuse, and within minutes, I was entirely relaxed. Lying back against her massive breasts, I enjoyed the sensation of her wet nipples tickling my neck. She nibbled on my ears and neck, sighing as her tits and hands soothed me.
"Mmmm, Master," she moaned, her voice dripping with lust. "You're so attractive."
She continued massaging my chest, before proceeding to my stomach. When her hands reached my groin, I stopped her.
"Uh-uh, not yet." I cautioned. "I'll let you know when you're allowed to touch there."
"Sorry, White Master," she apologized, returning her hands to my chest and kissing my neck.
Once comfortable, I closed my eyes, letting her tender touch soothe my muscles.
"Maybe you can lay down like this," Crystal suggested. "With me on top."
Hearing the sultry tone in her voice, I agreed. Curious about what she had in mind.
"That sounds nice, Crystal." I replied.
"Thank you, White Master." She murmured, helping me lie down.
Crystal picked up a bottle of lavender-scented soap and asked, "May I wash your body, White Master?"
"That would be fantastic, Crystal." I responded, appreciating her care.
"Thank you, White Master." Crystal whispered, rubbing the soap all over her breasts.
I felt heavenly as Crystal lathered her impressive breasts and used them to wash my body. She pressed both tits together and started rubbing my body with them, making them slide and glide over my body.
"How's that, White Master?" Crystal asked, pressing her tits against my chest.
"This is just amazing," I moaned. "So relaxing and erotic at the same time."
She smiled, resuming her massaging task.
After a short while, Crystal had me stand up. She circled around me seductively, using her body to caress my entire body with her large, wet nipples. The sensation was otherworldly and arousing.
"How's that, White Master?" Crystal questioned as her breasts glided over my body.
"Incredible, Crystal. This is truly exquisite." I gasped.Crystal continued as she continued teasing and tantalizing me. Her breasts caressed my body, rising and falling like they were dancing for me. [
Lastly, she switched on the showerhead, and with me, we both washed up. Stella snatched the towel and rubbed me dry before dressing me. I awoke in her company to Stella sucking Winnie, having breakfast prepared by Sawako, and being given a massage and bath by Crystal. I comprehended why Grandpa did not often leave the estate.
Subsequently, I moved out of the harem that day feeling like royalty. I determined to examine further the real estate I had inherited. I invested the afternoon scrutinizing the house and then embarking on a hike to survey the ranch. The land was generous. It was stunning to observe from the balcony, but I sought physical exercise. Thus, a hike seemed appropriately.
Additionally, my testicles needed time to heal. My visit to L.A. had not been the revitalizing hiatus from sex that I'd anticipated it to be. I had to be healthily refreshed to obliterate Sawako, who, without a doubt, was up next.
After four hours of rambling around the ranch, I eventually came back to the house. My hunger increased. Thoughts of one of the vixens beneath me creating my food did not tempt me. Hence, I made my way to town to feast on a proper dinner.
Stepping into the garage, I pondered which vehicle to select. I opted for the BMW, envisaging how it would perform. I aimed to tour town in a luxurious car. And I appreciated the conjecture caused by my presence. I desired nothing less than to dispel allegations of me remaining secluded.
The motor ebbed with a ferocious growl. The feel was invigorating as I drove through the state pathway, and the car dexterously maneuvered under my fingertips. It was the ideal equilibrium of potency and comfort. As I raced down the road, its power trembled underneath my control.
I was never an automobile enthusiast, but I also possessed my first luxury car. I welcomed the coveted gaze from the aspiring Californians in Bozeman.
Stopping at a steakhouse, I sought to savor a satisfying meal. A small celebration of my novel life. I had worked up a keen appetite whilst hiking all afternoon.
The hostess said hello, "Good morning, Sir. A table for one?"
Yes, indeed!" I smiled in reply. Debatably, the attendee was pleasing. But I was not seeking to woo or bed anyone that night. I was preoccupied with a Japanese whore waiting for me at home.
Entering the dining facility, I detected a few of the waitstaff chattering. Certainly, they had inferred my cultivation. My intercession would be evident before long.
"Good evening, Mr. White. Can I initiate you with a beverage?" The waiter inquired.
Red wine was my decision. And Montana's steaks stood uncontested in my assessment. I savored my food but became spellbound by the looks directed at me. I was unaccustomed to being acknowledged. In L.A., I was simply a chap. Here, I was the topic of town juvenile prattle.
As the emptied wine container vanished, the uncomfortable sensation vanished. Inaccurately, I surrendered to the sensation. In truth, I craved it.
The waiter inquired, "Would you like an additional bottle, Mr. White?"
"No, I shouldn't. I must operate a car tonight." I unwillingly communicated.
"Could I call you a cab, sir?" He retorted.
"No, I'll walk. I desire to stroll through town." I replied. "I'm ready to receive the check."
I financed the fee and trafficked a $100 bill as a tip. Unquestionably, the waitstaff would lament my beneficence in the future.
I forfeited the walk, and hopped inside the car. I revelled in the open-windowed evening wind brushing my hair as I traversed home.
On arrival, I considered loitering on the veranda. I filled a glass with whiskey on the rocks and loosened, absorbed by the evening scene. Knowing I was on the verge of consummating this delightful evening with my Japanese sex servant.
I imbibed the whiskey while admiring the clear night sky filled with stars. The atmosphere was tranquil, and the frosty evening breeze was pleasant.
An additional dram perfumed my goblet. I felt fairly drunk and decided to visit the harem. Conventionally, I would fall victim to whiskey ineffectiveness. Yet, images of Sawako's bouncy breasts swaying as she carried my breakfast tray resulted in my erection.
"Evening, White Master." Stella greeted as she winked sexually. "I thought you'd swing by tonight after overhearing your intentions regarding Sawako."
"Yes, but first, procure me a whiskey glass." I requested my most favored slave.
"Certainly, White Master." She uniquely complied.
After I had my meal, I sat on the sofa.
"Is there anything we can wear from the harem ladies, sir?" I inquired.
"Yes, of course. Each of us has a plethora of sexy attires that our grandpa used to enjoy us wearing. Feel free to bring in any items you'd like to see us in. What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking Sawako might have a silky dress she could wear. One that'd showcase her big, golden breasts and slender legs." I pondered, envisioning how a Japanese courtesan would suck me off while I sipped my drink.
"I think she has such a dress." Stella grinned. "Should I have her change and join you?"
"Yes, please." I agreed with a grin. "And perhaps she can apply some additional makeup. I want her looking extra provocative."
"You got it, sir." Stella bowed and left to fetch Sawako.
She didn't take long to return.
"Good evening, sir." Sawako greeted me with a deep bow. "How may I provide service this evening?"
"Good evening, Sawako." I greeted the slave girl. She looked divine. Clad in a golden qipao with cherry blossom patterns weaved into it. It skimmed over her knees but possessed a long side slit that ascended past her hips, exposing her long, slender leg. The neckline was deeply cut, emphasizing her magnificent cleavage. The entire dress encased her figure snugly.
"Sawako, why don't you come stand in front of me?" I inquired. "I'd like to have a better look at your enticing body."
Obediently, she drew nearer. Stopping in front of me and twirling to exhibit herself.
"Do you appreciate how you appear, sir?" She questioned.
"Certainly. Your body is a masterpiece."
"Glad to hear it."
I reached out and pinched her ass. It was firm but pliable. I noticed her breath rapidly increasing as I groped her. Rubbing down the back of her legs, I instructed her to plant her left leg on the sofa. Consequently, her unclad leg slithered out of the dress's side.
"Your figure is in phenomenal condition." I acknowledged.
"We keep fit through yoga and dance routines to maintain this condition." Sawako informed me.
"It's definitely working." I applauded. "You've a fantastic body, especially that enviable leg." I began exploring her body further.
My lust overpowered me. Wasting no time contemplating what she desired. I had no intention of setting her free. And why inquire about what she appreciated; she was my property. I deemed fits to use her however I pleased.
"I'd like you to kneel on the floor, Sawako," I ordered.
"As you wish, sir." She complied, slinking down on the floor.
I extracted my penis from my trousers.
"Why not try a sample of this?" I offered.
Hesitantly, she gazed at me.
"Go on, slut." I admonished with a smirk.
She eagerly looked from my organ to my eyes.
"Mmm, thank you, sir..." She murmured. Leaning forward, she enveloped my cock with her mouth.
"SLAP!"
She recoiled, baffled. "Did I make a mistake?"
"SLAP!"
I struck her harder, my drunkenness dimming any concern for this woman I'd just met moments ago.
She gazed at me, unsure of her transgression.
"SLAP!"
I backhanded her once more, her right cheek now glowing red. Teardrops formed in her eyes as the sting of my blows resounded. She baffled as to why I struck her.
"Do you dislike being hit, Asian?" I mocked her, taking a long gulp of my beverage.
"No, sir..." She murmured.
"SLAP!"
"Owww! Sir!".
I slapped her once more.
"Be quiet, slut." I instructed.
Accepting my commands, she remained silent.
"Suck my large white dick, you silly Japanese whore."
I ordered her rudely.
"Yes, sir."
"And if you cease, I'll strike you again." I warned.
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
"Excellent girl." I complimented her, petting her head as she continued to oral copulate my cock.
"Mmmmph, mmmm" She groaned. Tongue trampling my penis.
"That's it, prostitute." I exhorted her. "I'd like to hear you gag."
I gripped her hair and jammed her face forcefully onto my penis. Her eyes swelled with tears as she gasped for air.
I chuckled. "Suck my big white dick, you stupid Far Eastern slut."
Thank you, White Master.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"No, you little China slut. Say it in your gibberish language." I snapped.
"Doubtanreng tu Xiangxiao Bai Waisi." she muttered.
She was interrupted by me yanking her head back down. This time she sucked harder.
"That's a good Asian bitch." I purred, "Keep going and you can have a little more oxygen."
She gagged and fought for breath. Her saliva soaked the floor. But not once did she break her gaze. I looked down at the whore through her teary eyes.
"That's right, whore. I bought you. I'm your new White Master now." I informed her.
She stared up at me and nodded, tears streaming down her face as her head bobbed up and down on my dick.
I could feel my balls tightening. I was about to shoot. But I wasn't done with this slut yet. I withdrew her from my cock and pushed her from me. I got up, tugging her by the hair towards the sofa. After undressing, I pounced on her and tore the silk dress off, revealing her large breasts.
I leaned down and smacked her tits, making them sway and wiggle. Then I got hold of one in each hand and squeezed them together.
"These are a nice pair of tits for a yellow slut. You enjoy being a white man's Asian knockout, don't you?"
"Yes, White Master. Whatever you want, White Master." She murmured.
I responded with our mouths together, while coarsely squeezing her tits. Not worrying about bruising from my grip. She reacted only with moans into my mouth. After being mistreated before, being handled roughly aroused her.
"That's right, bitch. I own you now. You're my Asian sex object." I told her.
She stared up at me and nodded, sobs streaming down her cheeks as her head bounced up and down on my cock.
I decided I wanted to make those tits jiggle more. So, I flipped her onto her stomach and had her support herself on her hands and knees. I slid the dress up over her firm ass, revealing her bald beaver from behind. I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me, entering her in a swift motion.
"Ugh, yes, White Master!" she moaned.
I started drilling her vagina ferociously. Her ass clapped from the force of my thrusts. Reaching around, I could feel her big boobs swelling from the blow. I continued to pound, watching her ass cheeks shake and ripple.
I reached up and slapped her ass. Then I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.
"You're a good piece of China yum, aren't you?"
"Yes, White Master. Arigato. Gozaimasu." She panted.
Finally, I decided I wanted to spank those tits more. So, I bent her over again and began fucking her from behind. With one hand I took a grip on her neck, and with the other I alternated slapping her face and tits as I plunged in and out of her tight slot.
SLAP!
"ARIGATO!"
SLAP!
"GOZAI-"
SLAP!
"MASU" She gasped. I could tell the whore was approaching orgasm. Losing control.
Enough of spanking her. Time to abuse those tits more. And her face. I flipped her over once more and began fucking her on her back. With one hand I took a tight hold of her throat, and with the other I alternated smacking her face and bust as I shagged her pussy.
SLAP!
"ARIGATO!"
SLAP!
"GOZAI-"
SLAP!
"MASU" she gasped.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"WHITE MASTER!" She surrendered. Coming on my long pole. Her cunt gripped me tightly as I continued to beat her.
SLAP! SLAP!
I tightened my grip on her neck. Squeezing. She continued to moan and choke as she struggled to breathe. Feeling used and humiliated under me as I pounded her raggedly.
"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The combination of choking and bashing her, was too much. Moments before fading out, my balls spasmed, and I ejaculated hard in her.
"Take my cum, filthy yellow tit!" I bellowed as I filled her with my sperm.
I crumpled down next to her. Exhausted. She slipped off the chair and onto the floor, gripping her throat and gasping for air.
"Slave!" I called, welcoming my favorite slave.
"Yes, White Master?" she answered, awaiting my next command. I was sure she'd been listening just outside, hearing this whore being ravished. Ready to serve if necessary.
"Kindly escort Sawako to her room and let her rest." I instructed. "Also, ask Winnie to bring me another drink."
Stella listened and glanced at Sawako's swollen bruises. Her face had dark red shades from multiple slaps and displayed tears and saliva all over. Her hair, previously styled to complement her geisha appearance, was now untidy, sticking to her damp face.
"As you wish, White Master." Stella replied.
I expected her to show some protests or disapproval, but she had accepted my treatment of my slaves. Even seemed to take pleasure in it.
Stella helped Sawako stand up and departed the room. Within seconds, Winnie appeared. Completely naked and perfectly maintained.
"Hellooooo White Master!" She eagerly greeted with a fake Thai accent, offering me my untouched whiskey. "Seems you had a splendid time with Sawako. Thinking of torturing Chink next?"
"Possibly in the future. For now, I need your oral ministrations to help sober me up." I ordered, spreading my legs wide and gesturing towards my staff.
"Heck yeah, White Master! I adore being your pussy-cleaner!"
Winnie got on her knees and started sucking me. This sloppy, mouth-watering blowjob accompanied my sipping of the drink.
Stella returned with my second drink. My memory recalled that's how I concluded that night - fully erect, sloppy-kissed, covered in Winnie's expert oral service, and served breakfast by my newest slave.
With Sawako's bruised neck and enormous breasts, Winnie's blackened eye, and her arms, hips, and thighs adorned with scars, the incidents of the previous night came back to me. I had been pretty rough with them both. I had f***ed Sawako aggressively, undoubtedly more forcefully than with any other girl or slave. Only after that, did I have my way with Winnie.
"Good morning, White Master." Sawako cautiously greeted. "I've brought you a painkiller with your breakfast. You had quite a bit to drink last night."
My mind returned to the events where I had undergone alcohol intoxication, fucked Sawako aggressively, and h*rnedly dominated Winnie. I became uneasy, ready to apologize.
"Quiet." Stella silenced me, caressing her lips against mine, entwined in seductive lip-locking. "It's not your duty to say sorry. It's ours to aid you in your frustrations or aggressions. It's your right to exploit and harm us as roughly as you desire."
I gazed at Winnie, who still had a goofy grin on her face as she took a final lick on my aroused manhood and stood up eagerly. Sawako blushed adorably, but behaved humbly: "Thank you, White Master. I'm pleased to have served you like a porcelain doll."
My guilt disappeared with my whiskey and the two attentive women. It all felt amorous, even heavenly.
"Climb in bed." I invited peacefully. "Sandwich me, both of you."
Sawako smiled widely, then crawled in bed and spooned against me. I embraced her, feeling her polished breasts, and tenderly kissed her. No monsters in this situation. Instead, harboring a full of affection, I slowly enjoyed my mornings with 2 awesomely pleasing women cuddling. And lastly, an enthusiastic, seasoned cocksucker.
Last night, I was a harsh taskmaster. Deep down, I reveled in it a bit too much.
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