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“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a dive like this?” the bartender leers, ostentatiously staring down Meiyin’s low cut dress. Meiyin laughs, deep and full throated, and pushes her tits together with her arms, leaning forward across the bar.
“Waiting for my husband to finish her shift so she can take me home and fuck me on the carpet in the living room,” Meiyin says, deep red lips curved up into a mischievous smile.
“You’re a classy broad, I can fuck you in the bed properly,” Qi Qingqi says, reaching over to trail a thick, scarred finger down Meiyin’s neck. Meiyin tilts her head to the side, offering Qingqi more room to touch her.
“Your knee acting up again, love?” Meiyin says sympathetically, then nips at the finger now petting her cheek in apology for breaking character.
“It’s the long hours standing up at the bar on busy nights,” Qingqi says ruefully, rubbing her other hand across the back of her head, scratching at the prickly fuzz of her undercut. “I know I should get one of the boys to help, but it’s getting towards the end of their semester and everyone’s being a stressed out little bitch about it.”
“Well I guess you can fuck me in the bed, then,” Meiyin says magnanimously, tossing her hair. Qingqi kisses her hand like the gentleman she can be when she feels like it, and runs off to close out the tab of the bitchy queen glaring at her from the other end of the bar.
Meiyin pulls out a tiny rhinestone studded compact from her purse and fixes her lipstick while she waits, smiling to herself. She and Qingqi are coming up on 20 years together, almost as long as Qingqi’s owned Xian Shu. Meiyin started coming to the then-new gay bar in between tricks to use the bathroom and grab a drink. It was Qingqi’s connections that got Meiyin off the street and into a well respected BDSM house as a pro-domme, with more control over her schedule and better benefits in every direction. It was Qingqi with her good business sense and clever head for investments who helped Meiyin actually do something with her earnings other than waste it on fake lashes and booze. And it was Qingqi who said yes when Meiyin finally asked her out, awkwardly shoving a handful of roses at the broad shouldered, grinning butch.
Madame Meiyin is now the proprietor of a small fortune telling empire. She had retired from sex work about ten years ago, with enough money to start her own business, and now oversaw about a dozen small psychic walk-in shops, an online service, and an old fashioned pay-per-minute phone hotline. She and Qingqi got married in a wild, three day festival they threw on a house boat with as many friends as they could safely cram into the boat. Meiyin fingers the thin, tasteful white gold chain around her neck, the tiny working padlock set with diamond and ruby chips nestled into the hollow of her throat, and waits for Qingqi to finish her shift.
The short ride home on the back of Qingqi’s motorcycle is peaceful. Meiyin has always loved riding bitch on the back of Qingqi’s bike, the purr of the engine under her ass, clinging to Qingqi’s broad solid back with her arms loose around Qingqi’s waist, thighs tight around Qingqi’s thick body as Meiyin’s short dress rides up, wind cold on her bare legs. Qingqi’s tongue is in her mouth as soon as their helmets are off, a hand in her hair yanking her head back as she feels the stiff press of leather pants against her silk-covered pussy.
“Maybe I’ll just take you here in the carport,” Qingqi growls, snaking a hand down to rub at Meiyin’s already damp panties.
“And have the neighbors complain to the resident manager again? Baby let’s get our horny old asses inside the apartment first, c’mon,” Meiyin coaxes, but she presses her wet pussy into Qingqi’s hand.
“After you, lady,” Qingqi smiles, kissing her knuckles with one hand, the other snaking under her wet panties and pressing two fingers sharply, abruptly in . Meiyin gasps, grabbing onto Qingqi’s forearm as Qingqi slides her fingers back out. On slightly wobbly legs, Meiyin pulls them into the building.
They stumble into the bedroom, pawing at each other like teenagers. Qingqi gets a hand in Meiyin’s hair, forcing her to her knees as the distinctive shick of Qingqi’s favorite switchblade hisses close to Meiyin’s cheek.
“How attached are you to those clothes, baby girl?” Qingqi says.
“Daddy can always buy me more,” Meiyin purrs, her eyes dropping respectfully to the ground despite the angle of her head, held in place by Qingqi’s tight grip.
Qingqi trails the tip of her knife delicately under Meiyin’s eye, tracing the curve of her cheekbone, and Meiyin stays perfectly still, not even breathing.
“My princess is so good for me, so still, so well behaved. I would hate to slip and cut your pretty skin,” Qingqi says, trailing the tip of the knife down Meiyin’s neck, swirling along the delicate skin behind her ear, trailing down between her breasts. With a flick of her wrist, Qingqi cuts first one bra and slip dress strap, then the other. The light, silky fabric of the slip dress pools around Meiyin’s waist while Qingqi makes short work of the remaining bits of her bra and panties, cutting between her breasts as the scraps of material flutter to the floor.
Meiyin is perfectly still, eyes slipping closed as Qingqi continues to trail the knife across her chest, slicing a shallow cut across the top of her right breast as Meiyin makes an aborted gasp.
“Ooops, looks like my hand slipped,” Qingqi says, crouching down to lap up the shallow dots of blood. She slips Meiyin’s nipple into her mouth, flicking the tip gently with her tongue as Meiyin continues to stay as still as she can - she hasn’t been given permission to move, and the knife is still tracing threats across her other breast.
“Oh dear, my hand slipped again, didn’t it,” Qingqi says, moving to the small spill of blood across Meiyin’s other breast. Meiyin works on keeping her breath steady, even as a sheen of sweat breaks out across her skin. It’s been months since they’ve had the time to go deep with each other, and Meiyin can feel the tension of the week melt away with every nick from Qingqi’s knife, every flick of her tongue.
“So sweet for me, your blood, your best behavior, have you been good for Daddy, little girl?” Qingqi croons, lapping at the tiny trickles of blood scattered across Meiyin’s chest.
“I’ve been so good for you Daddy,” Meiyin promises, body perfectly still.
Qingqi’s fingers find Meiyin’s nipples, twisting sharply and unexpectedly. Meiyin can’t quite stifle a noise as her chest jerks forward into the pain, back arching and mouth open.
“Ah ah ah, I didn’t say you could move,” Qingqi laughs.
“B…but,” Meiyin pants, and Qingqi just holds the tight twist of her nipples, teeth lightly biting into Meiyin’s chin, her mouth keeping Meiyin's head tilted back.
“Oh dear, I guess you’re not such a good girl after all,” Qingqi says lightly, tutting. “Daddy is very disappointed.”
Meiyin knows this is a game, she loves this game, they’ve played this way for years. And none of that stops the drop in her stomach, the thickening in her throat, the tears just starting to gather in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispers, eyes slipping closed. The pain in her twisted nipples ends as abruptly as it began, and this time she does a better job of keeping quiet and still as Qingqi lets go of her and stands up. Eyes still closed, she hears the sounds of Qingqi taking off her clothes, then settling herself on the bed.
“Alright pretty thing,” Qingqi says, “Hop up here and take your punishment.”
Meiyin opens her eyes and scrambles to her feet, not nearly as graceful as she was earlier. The nicks on her chest have all stopped bleeding, but she has no doubt that the bedsheets will just end up in the trash by tomorrow. She spreads herself ass-up across Qingqi’s bare lap, enjoying the slide of skin against skin. Qingqi leans back into the headboard, fussing with pillows until they’re both comfortable.
“Ten, love. Counting backwards,” Qingqi says as Meiyin buries her face in her folded arms, ass propped up with a pillow under her hips.
The first smack stings sharply against Meiyin’s partially exposed pussy, knocking the breath out of her. “T..Ten!” she yelps quickly, tensing for the next blow.
The spanks are hard, sharp, each blow landing precisely across an ass cheek, a thigh, her pussy lips, each blow angled for maximum impact. Meiyin can feel her skin growing hot and sensitive, her pussy getting wetter with each hit. By the fourth hit, she is pressing up into the blows; by the seventh she’s so turned on she can feel her wetness smearing across the inside of her thighs.
“One!” Meiyin gasps as Qingqi makes the last blow count, and suddenly there’s two fingers roughly shoving into her soaked pussy. Qingqi’s other hand grabs Meiyin’s hair, hauling her head up as Meiyin wails, pushing back into the fingers fucking into her.
“So hungry for me, aren’t you baby girl. You want it so bad I bet I can push my whole hand into you just like this,” Qingqi growls, fucking Meiyin hard with her fingers.
“Please, please daddy, please,” Meiyin moans, barely coherent, body straining to keep up with the brutal pace Qingqi has set.
“That’s it sweetheart, let’s get you on your back,” Qingqi croons as she pulls the pillow out from under Meiyin, pulling her fingers out just long enough to help reposition Meiyin on the bed as Meiyin trembles from the overwhelm and shift in direction.
Qingqi grabs the lube off the bedside table, pouring some directly on Meiyin’s aching pussy. Meiyin jolts just a bit, too far gone to be too bothered by the shock of cold as Qingqi shuffles up onto her knees and pushes four fingers back into Meiyin’s hungry body, a hand firm on Meiyin’s low belly.
“You’re taking me so well, darling. You were so empty, weren’t you? Daddy is gonna fill you up, don’t you fret,” Qingqi promises, pressing her fingers deep and rhythmically into Meiyin. Meiyin is beyond words, nothing but sensation and pleading whines, one hand gripping the hand Qingqi has pressed to her belly, the other tangled in her own hair.
“Take a deep breath for me, little girl, ready?” Qingqi says, then folds her thumb and slides the rest of her hand inside the warm clutch of Meiyin’s body.
“Aaaahhhhh,” Meiyin cries out as Qingqi waits, her hand still and solid, an immovable presence, and Meiyin is so very full. It’s too much, it hurts and there’s no moving away from the pain, sensations sharp and immediate and all consuming.
“Open your eyes baby. Look at me,” Qingqi purrs, her breath a warm puff across Meiyin’s lips. And Meiyin does. Qingqi is leaning over her now, her elbow by Meiyin’s head as her thumb strokes across Meiyin’s cheek. Qingqi is all Meiyin can see, all she can feel, Qingqi’s body boxing her in, her fist deep inside, her warm smiling eyes staring adoringly down at Meiyin.
“I love you so much,” Qingqi says, and leans down to press a sweet, chaste kiss to Meiyin’s brow, presses kisses to her eyelids, her nose, a sweet press of lips to panting lips. Meiyin presses a hand to her belly, feeling the firm shape of Qingqi’s hand through the softness of her own body. She feels her body adjusting, the pain ebbing away into deep, all consuming pleasure. She lifts her other hand to stroke fingers through the prickly stubble on the side of Qingqi’s head, rests her hand on the back of Qingqi’s neck, finally pulling her down for a deeper kiss as her body relaxes around Qingqi's hand.
The hand inside her rocks slowly and Meiyin feels it inside and out, her body clenching and releasing, the feel of Qingqi’s knuckles inside her rolling under the hand Meiyin has pressed to her belly. Qingqi starts rocking her hand more steadily, building up a slow deep rhythm.
“Touch yourself for me, love, I wanna watch you,” Qingqi says in between kisses. Meiyin slides her hand down towards her clit, circling and stroking herself as Qingqi continues to press her fist inside, gentle and steady. Qingqi picks up the rhythm, speeding up her thrusts as Meiyin’s slick fingers rub faster. They break off their kiss, panting into each other’s mouths as Qingqi fucks her harder.
“Gonna make you come so hard,” Qingqi growls, pushing herself back up to sitting as her hand plunges in, in, in. “You’re so close. Are you ready to come for Daddy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Meiyin moans, rubbing herself faster. “Please let me, please?”
“Come for me, Meiyin,” Qingqi says, and Meiyin’s body seizes tight, holding her breath as her body teeters on the knife edge of pleasure. And then she’s falling, head slamming back into the bed as she shakes apart. Tears streak her cheeks and she’s laughing and gasping, half attempts at words spilling out of her mouth but Qingqi understands her, crooning back endearments and love.
“So beautiful, you are so beautiful when you fall apart for me, princess” Qingqi is whispering, her other hand stroking gently up and down Meiyin’s thigh. Meiyin grabs Qingqi’s hand, bringing it to her lips to press kisses into her palm.
“You ready for me to take my hand out of you?” Qingqi finally asks. Meiyin nods, then gasps as Qingqi’s hand slides out of her. She doesn’t have a chance to feel empty at the loss as Qingqi crawls on top of her, covering her like a warm and smiling weighted blanket.
Meiyin snuggles in under Qingqi’s bulk, smiling as gentle fingers trace lazy patterns across her skin. Meiyin lets her thoughts drift, basking in the feeling of being vulnerable and small and adored.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Meiyin murmurs into Qingqi’s shoulder. She can feel Qingqi’s smile pressed into her hair as Qingqi tightens her arm in a squeeze.
“You keep me sane,” Qingqi murmurs back, “you make me whole.”
The kisses start up again, slow and deep as they wind around one another. Meiyin slides her thigh between Qingqi’s legs, feeling the press of Qingqi’s thigh between hers as they rock together. Meiyin rakes short painted nails up and down Qingqi’s ass and back as Qingqi buries her fingers in Meyin’s hair, pulling her head back so she can bite at Meiyin’s throat. The tiny cuts across her breasts sting as their sweaty bodies press together, and Meiyin loves the contrast of the pinpricks of pain alongside the delicious slide of skin against beloved skin.
“You’ve been such a good girl for Daddy, Daddy’s gonna let you suck his clit,” Qingqi says, rolling onto her back, and Meiyin hums, pleased. There’s few things she loves more than to bury herself face down between Qingqi’s legs, on the occasion that Qingqi is in the mood for it.
Meiyin crawls down Qingqi’s body, trailing soft kisses and kitten bites as she settles herself between Qingqi’s spread legs. She licks a trail up the inside of Qingqi’s thigh, petting soft pubic hair out of her way as she gently opens Qingqi’s body up. Qingqi is hot for it, slick glistening from her folds as Meiyin leans down and breathes softly across Qingqi’s clit. She hears Qingqi’s breath catch as she darts her tongue out to lick gently at the swollen nub, stroking and circling. She lets her tongue stretch further in, stroking slowly from the top of Qingqi’s hole, firmly up towards the underside of Qingqi’s clit, using her hands to spread Qingqi’s body open a little wider.
Meiyin buries her face a little deeper, closing her mouth around Qingqi’s clit. She strokes Qingqi with her tongue, lets her head bob in a steady even rhythm. She wraps her arms around Qingqi’s thighs, rocking Qingqi’s thick beautiful body, encouraging her to roll her hips into Meiyin’s face. Qingqi sinks a hand into Meiyin’s hair, murmuring encouragement as Meiyin sucks and licks, her chest and belly pressed into the bed, feet kicked up into the air, ankles crossed behind her. The sting of the tiny cuts across her chest just makes Meiyin’s blood sing louder as she settles in.
“Harder,” Qingqi gasps, and Meiyin puts her back into it, rocking her whole body into her lover’s cunt, face pressed deep into Qingqi’s pussy as her tongue flicks and rubs across swollen, heated flesh. Qingqi is so wet Meiyin can feel slick dripping down her neck. Eating Qingqi’s pussy is Meiyin’s favorite thing, the slippery slide of delicate skin, the thick musky smell, the feeling of being entirely surrounded by her favorite person. Her shoulders and head are boxed in by thick thighs, her face pressed deep into Qingqi’s body as Qingqi clutches onto her and pants. But it’s the knowledge that she’s the only one that Qingqi allows to see her like this, knowing that Qingqi trusts her with her body and her pleasure, that has Meiyin’s nerves sparking and her heart feeling ten times its size.
Qingqi’s body freezes, thighs impossibly tense as she lifts her ass off the bed, pressing even harder into Meiyin’s mouth. Meiyin holds on, tongue working Qingqi’s clit fast and steady. And then Qingqi is shouting, clawing at Meiyin as her body drops heavily to the bed, twitching and shaking. Meiyin’s breath rushes out in a shaky exhale as she feels her own body twitching through Qingqi’s release, her own pussy clenching in pleasured sympathy with the strength of Qingqi’s orgasm. She holds her tongue flat and still, gently cradling Qingqi through her tremors until Qingqi taps her shoulder, a silent request to let go. Meiyin crawls part way up Qingqi’s body, pressing her chest into Qingqi’s wet cunt and resting her head on Qingqi’s belly, smiling.
“You are amazing, you know that?” Qingqi says with reverence, petting Meiyin’s hair.
“I bet you say that to all the bratty girls that suck your dick,” Meiyin teases back. Qingqi laughs and taps her nose in admonishment.
“Get up here brat and give your Daddy a kiss,” Qingqi says, and hauls Meiyin the rest of the way up her body. Meiyin is so messy, covered in Qingqi’s slick from her nose to midway down her chest. She wipes her wet face on Qingqi’s chest, earning herself a swat on the ass, and it’s her turn to play weighted blanket, draping herself across Qingqi like a satisfied cat. She buries her face in Qingqi’s neck, arching into the hands that stroke down her back as Qingqi catches her breath.
“I vote we sleep in tomorrow,” Qingqi says, pushing and pulling Meiyin down next to her until she has her spooned in her arms, face buried in the back of Meiyin’s neck.
Meiyin just smiles and wiggles her ass deeper into Qingqi’s lap. “Whatever you say, Daddy.”
Her clothes in shreds, the bedsheets stained beyond repair...Meiyin chuckles and hugs the arm around her waist tighter. She snuggles in and lets herself drift, warm, sated, happy, and loved.