As Huang Su was familiar with the menu, Bianca let her decide on their food while she simply sat back and shut her eyes, taking a deep breath as she tried to rex a little.

  It was hard – and not in a good way, like her cock could be when she had someone on their knees in front of her, mouth open, lips glistening, tongue out and ready to be coated… Bianca would’ve started jerking off right there and then if not for remembering that she was around others, and that she’d make a huge mess if she didn’t have a hole to fill… and that she’d have some man walking in to bring food over soon enough.

  ‘Ugh, that’s one way to cool my arousal…’ she groaned and opened her eyes, looking to either side.

  She had cimed the central position in the small room they had been provided, which had three rge benches surrounding a square table in the middle. Bianca took the middle of the middle bench, which was more comfortable than it initially looked, and the rest got seated around her. Song Ming took her right side, Xue Yaling managed to steal away the left, so Yu Juan and Han Rushu ended up seated on the right bench and Jia Bo Xun and Huang Su took the left bench.

  She opened her mouth, but she “So… ugh, I give up. How does this pce treat sex acts happening on their premises?”

  “How sweet, you’re pent up again… already,” Xue Yaling spoke softly, leaning in to her ear, “They can’t compin about what they don’t know…”

  “Mistress, do you need a helping hand?” Song Ming leaned in to her other ear, pcing her hand on Bianca’s leg, “I can be quiet, I promise…”

  The only thing that stopped her from simply pouncing on her pet and fucking her tight cunt was the knowledge that she should check in with Huang Su. She was best equipped to protect them if needed, and her barrier was best able to guard them from prying eyes, so if the Sect Master said it was fine…

  “Mistress… Do not make too much noise, or much of a mess, and it should be acceptable.”

  Bianca didn’t hesitate to look Song Ming in the eyes and order her, “Under the table. Now!”

  Her darling pet didn’t hesitate to sink under there, getting on her knees in between Bianca’s legs, instantly starting to inhale her scent as though it was ambrosia.

  Having drowned in Bianca’s scent so many times, Song Ming could read it almost better than a dog might. She could clearly smell her owner’s dripping wet pussy, flooded with arousal from whatever fantasies had been in her mind on their way here. It was mixed with the pungent musk of sweat, built up from their journey, a potent feminine fvour devoid of that powerful element that often accompanied it, at least at first.

  After Song Ming got herself situated in between her Mistress’ legs, Bianca let out a steamy breath and used her technique, a surge of heat instantly appearing at her crotch. As she’d just started to move away the parts of the robes that would cover Bianca’s front, Song Ming got a perfect view of the thick shaft she had fallen in love with appearing, her heavy balls dropping onto the seat, sweat spshing all over the bench.

  Steam practically poured from her cock and balls, immediately filling the room, but more importantly, flooding into Song Ming’s lungs. Such a strong and virile scent, belonging to none other than her Mistress and owner, instantly made her pussy tighten up around nothing, her juices dripping onto the floor, and her ass clench around the butt plug still resting within.

  “Hah… Mistress… you smell so good today,” she whispered, leaning in more, her nose nearly pressed against Bianca’s balls, “You’ve worked up such a sweat from the trip… hah, I’ll get drunk on this…”

  Already, her vision was blurring, and everything aside from Bianca’s groin seemed to disappear. The only other thing she could still perceive was her owner’s gentle hand coming down onto her head, patting her for a moment before pushing her down, further into the steamy cloud of overwhelming yet addictive scent.

  It was so strong that her eyes watered and her nose burned, but she relished in the sensation. After being deprived of it for so long, it only became sweeter.

  When the guiding hand on her head forced her nose into Bianca’s balls, covered in a yer of peach fuzz, it felt as though her mind shattered. Pink arousal and violet light burst out and flooded in between the cracks and pieces, helping it recover, but dyed her even further in those lustful shades.

  She sniffed as hard as she could, flooding her body with the stench. Her nose, her lungs, even her head… her insides were being stained once more, and so was her skin. With her face tightly pressed up against her owner’s balls, feeling her cock resting on her hair, slowly growing rger and warmer, her whole head was getting drenched in Mistress’ sweat and scent.

  She was being marked like the slutty bitch she was, to the point that even her own scent was being drowned out. That innocent, feminine nature she had, smothered in the musk of a throbbing, hard, thick, juicy cock…

  ‘Yes… ruin me forever, Mistress… fuck my mind with your stench…’ Song Ming thought, although each word felt as though they had to travel through sludge.

  Her head was so flooded with steamy scent that she could barely think, so her body practically moved on its own, instinct driving her forth, to part her lips and to wrap her lips around one of her owner’s balls, feeling the fine hairs upon them tickle her tongue as she licked them all over, the sweat trapped between them filling her mouth, her tastebuds burning at the intense fvour.

  Song Ming eagerly sucked all the sweat from her owner’s pubes, polishing her otherwise smooth orb to a wonderful shine, before moving onto the other one, practically purring when the guiding hand upon her head moved down and to her right ear, rubbing it like she was a good little kitty.

  As she slobbered all over the twin orbs, she felt their warmth spreading throughout her body, their fvour flooding her mouth, and even the faint scent of cum that seemed to emanate from within.

  Well, faint in a retive sense. When it coated her face, filled her mouth, and flooded her belly, the musk was infinitely stronger, but even now, it was enough to be perceived amidst the sweat, a potent fvour of virility and absolute power that could drive any reasonable woman to her knees, ready to worship the scent and do whatever was necessary to get it out.

  Time barely had any meaning to Song Ming in this state. All she knew was that she had balls to clean, and that no matter how much she cleaned them, polished them with her tongue, sucking on them, her Mistress only got sweatier and more potent. The heavy shaft that rested on her face grew hotter, and throbbed more over time, some of her owner’s precum dripping onto Song Ming’s hair. It was sure to be a mess ter, but that didn’t even cross her mind. If anything, she would much rather wash herself in nothing but her Mistress’ cum and sweat, letting her whole body be a walking advertisement for her status as a cum rag.

  The faintest trace of a voice entered her ears from behind, through Bianca’s thighs on either side of her head, “Your meal is here, dear customers. Did one of your-”

  “She’s fine, just picking up something. Get the food in already.”

  “My apologies, dear customers,” that male voice said, a rush of energy pouring into the room as some kind of skill was used.

  The sound of various ptes nding on the table was followed by the man withdrawing, his footsteps quickly vanishing from Song Ming’s ears.

  “Put up a barrier… I can’t hold it in anymore.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” the Sect Master’s voice was followed by another rush of power that shrouded the room.

  Only a moment afterward, Bianca grabbed Song Ming’s hair roughly and pulled her back, forcing her away from the divine scent and fvour that had been filling her mind, and in turn brought her attention to the shaft hovering just above her face, instantly drawing her gaze to it. It had gotten even longer than when it was pounding her pussy, and now it throbbed and twitched with arousal, veins visible on the usually smooth, darkened skin, and a steady stream of cloudy precum streaming from her tip.

  Beads of it dripped right onto her lips, so she did the only natural thing and opened her mouth, bringing her tongue out and pping up the delicious drops.

  “Sweetie, I need your mouth… please…” Bianca almost begged, and although her pet couldn’t see her expression, there was a lot of pent up lust in her voice, “Especially after all the attention you’d given my balls… could you feel how full they were?”

  “Mhm… Mistress, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you…” Song Ming replied, sitting up a little to bring her lips closer to the tip.

  There, that incredible musk, the virile scent that drove her wild, was right at her fingertips, ready to be pped up. She took only a moment to reposition, moving a hand from Mistress’ leg to the base of the shaft, stroking it slowly as she tilted it down so that the tip touched her lips.

  She felt the grip on her hair tighten, her owner seeming moments away from forcing her forward and impaling her face on that delicious cock, but didn’t.

  “Mhm… take it slow, pet, but-”

  “Yesh, Mishtresh,” Song Ming knew what to do, opening up her mouth, stretching out her tongue, breathing in through her nose, and bringing her head forward to wrap her lips around the tip.

  Although she didn’t go past the head, her Mistress still gasped and quietly moaned. Her own body responded in kind, another orgasm making her quiver and spill more of her own arousal onto the floor. Her ass squeezed around the thick plug, and when she imagined that it was her owner’s cock penetrating her, it made her cum again, causing her to whimper and moan around Mistress’ cock as she resisted the urge to touch herself down there.

  Luckily, her owner must’ve had the same idea, as she brought her heeled foot to Song Ming’s pussy and pressed the front against her clit. In an instant, she came again, coating her Mistress’ heel in her fluids, though as Bianca slowly started to rub her cunt like this, the waves of climax finally began to fade, a pleasant warmth repcing that excess excitement.

  “Calmer now? I needed you to help me focus, not distract me… heh, just keep sucking, sweetie,” her owner’s soft words nearly evoked another orgasm, but she managed to not go over the edge just yet.

  Instead, she worked her skills on the head of Mistress’ shaft, swirling her tongue around it while bobbing her head up and down just a little, relishing in the salty, powerful taste. Since her owner always summoned the cock fresh, it only tended to have the fvour of sweat and skin coating it, although even those were powerful enough to be burning themselves into her tastebuds, ensuring that nothing else could be tasted again.

  Though, she wouldn’t refuse if there was a little more grime and dirt there… the way her owner’s cock tasted after she’d had it out and sweating for a while tended to be far better.

  As she licked her Mistress more, she got more and more precum flooding into her mouth, forcing her to swallow every few breaths, but the way it caused her tongue to move seemed to excite Bianca all the more, making her cock throb.

  Her owner moved around a little, seeming to lean forward, likely to eat whatever they had ordered, but that just told Song Ming that she ought to take more of her cock – so she did just that, briefly resting her tongue as she brought her head forward, letting more and more slide into her mouth. The drooling tip travelled along her tongue, reaching the back of her throat and lightly tapping against it before she stopped, taking a moment to enjoy the sensation of having her mouth full.

  Then, she began to bob her head, slurping on the length, letting her saliva spill past her lips and make a mess while focusing on the spots that made her Mistress feel the best. Having done this so many times, it should’ve been easy, and yet, each time she got to taste and suck on her owner’s cock, it grew just enough to change.

  Still, she was all too happy to rediscover it each and every single time, especially when she got to hear her Mistress’ moans and gasps when she did well.

  That alone motivated her enough to take that delicious cock deeper, feeling it fill her throat as she neared the base, the musky scent of Bianca’s crotch becoming even more obvious now. Whatever hint of clean air might’ve graced her lungs before, all she could inhale now was more of her owner’s sweat, and she was all too gd to do so.

  She stopped grasping her Mistress’ cock and moved her hand down to her balls as she made the final push forward, sinking down to the base of the shaft that felt as though it was splitting her throat apart, and finally felt her lips touch Bianca’s pubes.

  They’d grown out a little in the time since their time on Li Wusu’s ship, the hair on her owner’s balls appearing to be conjured to match, making the greasy hairs tickle her lips and nose as she stayed there, letting her Mistress be balls deep inside of her wet mouth while she inhaled her potent musk.

  The sensation was enough to make her cum again, although she was sure she’d been cumming all the while. She felt extremely wet down there, and her hips bucked against her owner’s shoe involuntarily, but she was able to remain focused.

  She knew that eventually, she truly wouldn’t be able to get rid of the smell on her breath, the traces on her face, and elsewhere. It helped her throat rex enough to not be gagging around the length, acting as an intoxicating drug, further luring her away from the rest of the world. The only thing she knew, the only thing she cared about, was her Mistress, the woman whose cock filled her throat, whose cum she would eagerly swallow.

  Once she was used to the incredible mass filling her, she slowly pulled back until the tip of Bianca’s cock was back to hitting the back of her throat, at least half the shaft now outside her mouth and coated in her saliva and spit, and undoubtedly missing the warmth of Song Ming’s eager mouth. Hence, she wasn’t going to leave it that way for long, and so she impaled herself on the length again, enjoying the way in which her throat was abused once more, and started properly fucking herself on that cock, giving her owner the pleasure she deserved.

  “Mh… pet… keep going…” Bianca’s moans were akin to pure pleasure being injected into Song Ming’s veins, driving her to go faster, to suck and slobber on her owner’s throbbing member more passionately, any remnant of thought melting away as she devoted herself to being the most perfect hole for her Mistress.

  The next thing that finally penetrated her mind – in the most lewd, yet figurative of ways – was the way that her owner’s nuts seemed to tighten and rise, squeezing out their churning load up the girthy shaft, the underside of it bulging with the semen rising through it.

  Before she could even decide whether she wanted that load to go straight into her belly, or to be able to savour the fvour in her mouth first, her owner made the decision for her, the hand holding onto her hair pushing her down forcefully, pressing her face against Bianca’s groin, causing her to gag and sputter as she had no escape, no choice but to be force-fed the thick, sticky, musky, addictive seed.

  She felt the torrent of cum flood her stomach in an instant, soon starting to rush back up to her mouth. Despite the girth of Mistress’ cock, it could hardly seal the seed within her, and so she got to have a taste of it regardless. It was as potent as ever, thick and viscous, making it a near impossible challenge to swallow it all down when her throat was restricted like that. Still, the sensation must’ve been pleasant, as Bianca gasped and released another surge of cum, a thick rope that could’ve coated her body had she not been in Song Ming’s throat.

  Her belly slowly bulged and grew from the seed flooding her, and some spilled out past her lips despite her best effects to keep it in, making a mess of her owner’s sweaty pubes, getting in between the light hairs. Song Ming’s vision started to fade as she couldn’t breathe through her nose any longer, darkness overtaking her, but she did not allow unconsciousness to take her. Through sheer force of will – mostly arousal and the cum overwhelming her system – she waited out until her Mistress’ orgasm finished.

  When the hand holding her in pce let go of her hair, Song Ming finally withdrew, pulling away from the shaft until only the very tip remained in her mouth, though before she could withdraw with a pop, Bianca’s hand returned to stop her.

  ‘Sweetie… could we try out something new?’ the strand of energy that reached her had Bianca’s voice, filled with wariness and… anticipation.

  She couldn’t say no… not in general, nor in this particur situation, even if she had no clue what the idea was. So, she just hummed approvingly around her owner’s cock and let her eyes shut, finally taking the time to rex.

  ‘Then… just keep your lips locked around the tip, and…’ her Mistress let out a quiet sigh as a hot fluid suddenly streamed into her mouth.

  Compared to all of the cum she’d just flooded Song Ming’s belly with, it had a far weaker taste, but as it spshed onto her tongue, her eyes couldn’t help but reopen as she looked up at her owner’s expression for the first time in what felt like hours.

  ‘She’s… Mistress is using me as her… that’s so dirty, but at the same time…’ she swallowed the piss quickly filling up her mouth as Bianca continued to relieve herself, and found her nether regions growing wet and warm again, ‘Why is it so hot…’

  As she became so absorbed in thought, she barely noticed when Bianca finally stopped, leaning back in her seat as her dick finally disappeared, leaving only her wet pussy and the cum stains covering her pubes. Luckily, Song Ming swallowed just before this happened, preventing anyone from being able to see what they had gotten up to down there – the st part, anyway.

  Even with her addled mind, she knew very well that the whole group knew how eagerly she’d sucked off her Mistress, and how full she now was, but unless any of them were paying close attention with spiritual perception, she and Bianca might be the only ones to know that she’d also served as a human urinal.

  ‘… Now, I’m truly owned. Not just as a person, or a pet, but even my body is hers to use… Mistress…’ Song Ming couldn’t help but lean forward once more, pping up the remnants of cum on Bianca’s body, looking up into her eyes as she did so, seeking approval.

  She got it after only a brief dey, as Bianca recovered from her earlier worry and smiled, patting Song Ming on the head like the good slut she was.