"Jingjing, sis… don't…" Yan Qing weakly lowered her arms, letting Lin Jingjing have her way, but kept begging between gasps.
"Call me 'sister'!" Lin Jingjing was burning with lust now, acting almost purely on instinct.
But the next second, she snapped back to reality. The hand she'd raised to slap Yan Qing froze midair, then veered and landed on the mature woman's breast instead.
Slap—
Lin had been spanked on the boob by Zhao Xuan enough times to know how to make it sound loud without leaving obvious marks.
She tilted her head slightly, sneaking a glance at Zhao Xuan.
Her momentary hesitation wasn't concern for Yan Qing — by now, the older woman was as good as cooked. Even though Yan Qing was nearly 20 years older, it was Zhao Xuan calling the shots in this training.
Lin knew her Master had a serious S&M streak and loved girl-on-girl domination scenes. But that slip of calling her "sister" had her worrying about Zhao's reaction.
She'd deliberately pulled Yan Qing into her "camp" to compete with any future women, and she had to establish dominance early. Yet she might've overplayed it. If Zhao grew annoyed, it'd backfire.
Luckily, Zhao seemed unfazed, still watching their little erotic show with interest.
"Jingjing… sissy… uhm…" In that split second of Lin's hesitation, the now completely submissive Yan Qing, blushing furiously, tried to force out the word "sister."
Calling a woman barely older than her daughter "sister" wasn't easy for her, but faced with Lin on top and the man ordering Lin to "train" her, she had no choice but obedience.
But Lin didn't want her to say it — Zhao ignoring it once didn't mean he'd ignore it again.
So just as Yan Qing got out "Jingjing" and before she could add "sister," Lin bent down and kissed her.
Zhao Xuan had noticed, but what intrigued him more was that Lin seemed to be waking up to her sadistic side.
Finding an M-type woman wasn't hard — lots of women had some masochistic streak — but Lin, with both S and M traits naturally, switched between obedient submissive and dominant partner effortlessly. More convincing than any porn actress.
Zhao, still inexperienced but not dumb, knew Lin had introduced Yan Qing as potential backup. He couldn't be satisfied with just two money-driven women — there'd be more. Squashing Lin's S-side now over something that might not even matter would be stupid. If needed, he could discipline her later — in this sugar-daddy setup, Lin wasn't exactly in a rebel position.
Meanwhile, naked Lin rode the half-clothed, half-bared Yan Qing, grinding into a deep kiss. Since Lin was slightly taller and straddling Yan's waist, she had to bend low, sticking her ass high, forming a doggy-style pose facing Zhao.
Zhao looked at the two gorgeous bodies and nearly exploded — he couldn't just watch anymore.
He sat up, grabbed both women by the hair, and dragged their heads toward his lap, kissing or not.
They both let out startled cries — thank God for the hotel's thick walls.
Seeing Zhao's rock-hard cock, Lin knew exactly what she had to do.
"Watch and learn. No noise! Later, it'll be your turn to serve Master!"
She adjusted, kneeling between his legs, and started oral service. But instead of deep-throating right away, she teased the head, licking it like an ice pop, her nimble tongue circling the slit.
Yan Qing, no virgin herself and once in similar situations, had never watched another woman go down on a man this close. Her cheeks burned, but she couldn't look away.
Lin knew Yan Qing didn't really need teaching — this was about nudging her into her role, getting her used to serving Zhao alongside Lin.
After a few minutes, Lin glanced at Yan Qing, saw her watching, then lowered her head again, peeling back the foreskin and carefully sucking the corona ridge.
That part was usually the dirtiest — even though he'd showered last night, this morning's load in Lin's mouth left residue. Lin licked it seriously.
A bit later, she pulled back, grabbed Yan Qing, and kissed her.
Their lips parted after a dozen seconds. Lin pinched Yan's chin. "Let you get used to Master's taste. While I work his cock, you help me from below."
She pressed Yan's head toward Zhao's lap and lay down with her. No need to spell it out — Yan knew what to do.
From Zhao's view, it was like two bitches begging for his favor, craving his reward.
Yan Qing knew she was there to get fucked today. Earlier, she'd just been thrown off by Lin's presence. Now, this was foreplay — the man before her was her sugar daddy, her Master. Her nerves settled fast. With Lin servicing the cock, Yan took the hanging scrotum in her mouth.
Zhao thought two mouths would be mainly psychological pleasure, but Yan's skill made him inhale sharply.
The mature woman licked one ball while using lips and mouth on it. Not directly stimulating, but the suction felt amazing, and her lips occasionally clamped the unruly testicle. Soft lips gave a unique tingling ache, sometimes distracting him from Lin's deep throat.
"Ah—" Zhao let out a blissed-out groan.
He didn't have a virginity complex, but knowing Yan's past as an escort had bugged him a little. Right now, all that was gone — all he could think was that mature women are damn good.
He held back, shouting that, and quickly thought of a new game.
He pulled his cock from Lin's mouth, signaling Yan to stop.
"Kiss each other. Don't stop unless I say."
The two women obeyed, embracing. Yan's top half was stripped bare, their four breasts pressed together, nipples rubbing, lips locked in a steamy kiss — the scene was on fire.
Zhao gripped their heads and guided his cock between their joined mouths.
Since they weren't allowed to stop, they kept kissing around the thick shaft, mostly licking it. They also slid up and down from tip to base, giving Zhao huge satisfaction.
Two tongues doubled the pleasure. Plus, it was his first double play — within ten minutes, he was ready to cum.
Post-enhancement, he could delay ejaculation if needed, plus recover fast. But this time, he didn't plan to hold back long before the first shot.
To avoid wasting cum, he had them stop kissing and lie side by side. Their flushed, 80+ point faces pressed together, eyes wide, locked on the slit.
Naturally, Zhao didn't need to finish himself — Lin's hand stroked his cock fast, Yan copied with her other hand.
Seconds later, his thick cum sprayed across both faces — no shortage despite his earlier load. Six spurts total; he made sure each got three, but Lin's face ended up far more covered.
Lin reacted quicker, immediately leaning in to clean up.
It was her first facial, so she was momentarily lost. She knew she couldn't use tissues or water, and was about to wipe and swallow when Zhao stopped her and Yan, who'd tried to find tissues.
"Sluts — Master's gift can't be wiped. It must go inside you." He smacked Yan's ass hard — still clad in stockings and a thin skirt — making a crisp sound.
This kind of woman had no bottom line — just play her as he liked.
"Lick each other clean. Don't swallow. Then kiss and share it mouth-to-mouth."
"Yes, Master."
Lin, unsure what to do, turned to Yan Qing. Slightly resistant mentally, but no hesitation physically.
"Y-yes, Ma-Master," Yan echoed, her voice weaker than Lin's even-in-submission seductive tone.
Two beauties, faces dripping with his cum, hugged and started cleaning each other with their tongues. Both were clumsy beginners, but the image was insanely hot.
Once clean, they opened their mouths to show him the cum-saliva mix, then kissed, sharing it as ordered.