Driven Lust

by Abby Adams Publishing

  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.

  Lisa reached over and pulled out the plug, "You need to get her an enema bag. She used mine today." she informed him, watching Ying head for the bathroom.

  James was a little stunned, "She doesn't need an enema bag, and I'm not going to have anal sex with her. I'd tear her tiny ass up."

  "Oh, I guess you're going to pop her cherry then." Lisa assumed, twirling the plug around in the air. "Her papers are in the top left drawer." pointing at the dresser. "Cat brought them down for you. Seems she had been housing Ying Yang in Florida at her villa there. She got into some trouble when a hired hand got caught trying to get a blow job off of her. His wife walked in while he was forcing her to the floor and interrupted him; tore up the place over that. There's other stuff in there too; burning pots, sat a curtain on fire with a candle, she is a bit clumsy."

  "Ok, she can keep her virginity as long as she wants. I get enough sex through the week.” he thought aloud. “It sounds like she just needs practice at being normal to me." James thought out loud. "Secondly, stop calling her Ying Yang, it doesn't sound good."

  "Ok, first of all, the butt plug will open her up for ya. If you're going to tell me a man is going to sleep with a virgin every night and not do anything, I will kiss your lily-white ass on fountain square during work rush on Monday afternoon."

  Ying came back and bent over, Lisa handed him the plug. "So get to stretching." she quipped, and walked right out.

  James was struck by reality. It's true he had high morals, but his dick thought differently at times. Lisa was probably right, how many nights could he possibly last? Squatting down, he carefully inserted the plug. He had to wiggle it in but she eventually took it all. Even that act made his manhood twitch. It might have been the fact that he had a hard-on for three hours and never had an orgasm, but James knew whatever the reason, if he had to have sex with the dainty dame, at least he could use her ass, saving the poor girl her cherry.

  "You ok with that?" James asked her, patting her ass.

  "Yes, master ... James." and stood up.

  "Master?" she asked, "Um, James, use word machine?"

  James replied, "Translator, yes." and started it up.

  They talked and joked for a while. James found out about her past. As Ying listened and compared, her English improved. He listened while Ying explained the pink room of Lisa's and she had to blink a lot to keep her eyes focused. She wanted to browse the web so James sat her in his lap and taught her how to use the mouse. She wanted to go back to the website Lisa showed her. James found it in History. No oriental scenes were viewed, he noted.

  "What is this one?" she asked, pointing to the category marked Asian.

  "Click on it and see." James suggested, realizing that Ying needed to know about the world she lived in.

  Now, James was aware that some people treated Asians a little rough. They get a bad rap to begin with. Statistically, their penis sizes are just as average as anywhere else in the world. The females are, sadly, restricted on some human rights and most generally are not considered equal in their society. But the category brought up more bondage and humiliation
than James had seen in his lifetime.

  "You know, they are playing, right?" he asked. "I mean, they really don't act like that all the time."

  "Lisa say some people do.” Ying stated, “Like me." as if it was fact.

  "You don't have to though." James said, "Wouldn't you like being a free woman?"

  "I want to be yours." Ying said with a huff.

  "You can still be mine; you just don't have to do everything you see here." James said, pointing to the video showing a girl serving a plate with her mouth while crawling on the floor.

  "But it is what I want." she begged, giving him puppy dog looks while the translator spoke.

  James made a decision right about the same time his manhood took to rise. "Ok, are you sure you would like to live like that?" and he swore he heard her sex lips squish when she adjusted on his lap.

  "Yes master ... James." she said without a bit of shyness on her. "It is what I want."

  Well, James and his three strike policy just wouldn't be broken. "Ok then, you can call me Master." and watched her smile when she heard it. James knew some people got off on it. Always the gentleman, he aimed to please.

  "Thank you Master!" Ying cheered, absolutely elated at his consent. She clicked another video and James watched an Asian being driven wild with an electric vibrator. Hog tied to the floor, she was getting it from the rear. He absolutely positively one hundred percent wanted one of those electric jobs. 'Do you realize how much money I would save on batteries?' he thought.

  His own dick was getting sat on and he picked the pretty parcel up and sat her on the arm and adjusted himself. She giggled when he touched her armpits.

  "Ticklish are you?" James laughed, and tickled her some more. He found it hard to believe she was eighteen. The only hint that she was eighteen years old was in her breasts. They were big enough to convince him that she probably was.

  "Listen, I need a shower.” he explained. “You go ahead and enjoy yourself." and pushed the mouse her way.

  Chapter Twelve

  He got up and headed to clean the 'yuck' of the old man and his wife off of him. He hadn't shut the door because he wasn't used to having anyone else in the room. Looking out of the shower, he thought he saw Ying rubbing herself; but she was facing away from him. Maybe she was just scratching. The heat of the shower helped convince him that the disgusting couple was washing off of him.