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"Heey! What's my favorite Japanese girl up to?"
Maribel didn't even bother to knock before coming into their shared dorm room.
"Nothing much," Renko muttered, hunched over her laptop, busy with course work as usual.
"Renkoo-chaan, I don't think you're showing me the respect that I deserve."
"I'm sorry, Meri, but this is really important. If I don't finish this thesis by the end of next month then-"
"Tonight you belong to me," Maribel said while closing Renko's laptop right in front of her.
"Meri! This isn't funny!" She tried to get her hands back on her computer, but Maribel, as usual, was stronger than her.
"You can still do that paper later, but right now you have something much more important to do."
"And that would be...?"
"Being my cute Japanese girl of course!"
"Meri, I love you, really, but right now I'm not really in the mood for that sort of game..."
"I don't remember asking whether you're in the mood or not. You'll be my girl tonight, because I want it."
"Is that your idea of our relationship? You decide everything and disregard how I feel?"
"Exactly right! You got it, Renko-chan! You Japanese girls really are smart!"
"Meri, I told you, I'm not in the mood for that sort of play right now..."
"If we only did things when you're in the mood, we'd never do anything fun."
"Meri, I have to analyze this week's lecture notes-"
"How about I give you a little lesson in psychology instead~"
Maribel smiled as she overwhelmed Renko with her strong arms and pinned her down on the bed while looking deeply into her eyes.
"A few years ago, a French study found that there were two kinds of lovers. Do you wanna guess what those two kinds are?"
"Victims and perpetrators?"
"No, but not far from the truth. They found that there are active lovers, who take the initiative to pursue their partner and initiate intimacy, and there are receptive lovers, who need others to take charge so that they can experience arousal."
"I wasn't waiting for you."
"You were. You just don't know it yet."
"Meri, this is sexual harass~"
She kissed her before she could finish the sentence.
Renko gave her a wide-eyed look when she broke the kiss, her heart beating so fast that even Mari could feel it.
"See, I told you. You need me to kindle your passions, otherwise you'd just stare at that stupid screen all day."
"Meri, eh, Lady Hearn, please keep going~"
"Nah, Renko-chan, first there's something you gotta do for me."
"What is it, Lady Hearn?"
"Glad to see that you remember your manners, Renko-chan. Now, your dear Lady went shopping this week, and bought some cute outfits for her favorite Japanese girl. And since you belong to me right now, I would like to hold a little fashion show with you."
Renko blushed.
"You bought clothes for me?"
"I wouldn't exactly call them 'clothes'. With clothes, there is an expectation that they should cover up the body..."
"Eh, you want me to put on those 'outfits' rights now?"
"Actually, I think I have a better idea."
Maribel pulled out a long, black piece of cloth from her pocket.
"It's more fun when it's a surprise for you."
Maribel wrapped the cloth around Renko's head like a blindfold.
"You'll be my little dress-up doll. You'll only see the outfit when I'm done dressing you up."
And with that, Maribel got to work undressing her little Japanese girl.
She undid her tie, peeled off her shirt, slid down her skirt and gently removed her underwear.
Renko lay in front of her, totally exposed.
Maribel brushed her hand between her legs.
"Very good. You shaved, just like I told you-"
"Mhm~", Renko muttered, feeling equally anxious and aroused.
Maribel was doing whatever she wanted with her, and she just let it happen, curious to find out what her Lady had in store for her.
"Alright, this is gonna be the first outfit, I think it suits you very well-"
Renko could feel her girlfriend getting to work, pulling something tight over her upper body.
"This fabric feels kinda cheap. Where'd you get this?"
"It's not cheap. Do you think I'd buy cheap garbage for my girlfriend?"
"Just because it was expensive doesn't mean it's good."
"Keep complaining and I'll make you wear it outside, got it?"
"Yes, Mam." Renko shut up.
Finally, Maribel finished Renko's 'outfit' by clasping the last buttons on a tight shirt, that barely covered her chest, while leaving her midriff exposed.
"Oh, you're gonna love this, Renko-"
Maribel took her friend's hand and led her towards the bathroom
"Stand here, there is a big mirror in front of you."
She got behind Renko and gently undid the blindfold.
"Do you like what you see?"
Renko's eyes widened.
She saw herself in the mirror, dressed in what could only be described as a parody of clothing.
Her chest was barely covered by a tight, white crop-top shirt with a vaguely oriental-looking print,the small buttons struggling to keep her breasts from popping out.
Down there she was only wearing a thin, black thong.
Maribel stood right behind her, looking in satisfaction at her work, putting her arm around Renko to fondle her breast through the fabric of the cheap shirt.
"Meri, I... this is so embarassing..."
"Look at the woman in the mirror, Renko."
"This outfit, Meri. It's... it's so cliche. It's not authentic at all."
"What kind of woman would wear such a thing?" Maribel asked, breathing the question into Renko's ear, while she continued to fondle her breasts.
"What kind of woman? Ugh, A woman that doesn't respect herself. A woman *ngh* that doesn't respect her culture. A woman *ugh* that degrades herself for the pleasure of others. A cheap woman! A whore!"
Maribel kissed her deeply.
"My whore," she whispered, then she pinned her against the wall of the bathroom and kept kissing her even more forcefully.
"*ugh*" Renko moaned, "give her what she needs. Give your whore what she deserves."
"I love your taste, Renko. You are so refined. I can never get enough of you."
"I want to taste you too, my lady," Renko breathed.
"Go ahead, my dear," Maribel lifted her skirt, "have as much as you please."
"No, my lady," Renko delayed, "please, I shouldn't do it here. You should sit down, on the bed, make yourself comfortable, let yourself go while I taste you. You deserve to feel really good."
"Oh, Renko, you are so wonderful."
The two hurried back into the dorm room. Maribel lifted up her skirt, slid down her white silk panties and sat down on the edge of the large bed. Renko got down on her knees in front of her.
"This is such an honor to me, my Lady."
"Your deference honors me, my sweet Japanese girl."
Renko crawled forward, her eyes fixed on that captivating wetness between her Lady's legs.
"Thank you, Mistress," she let out before she buried her head in her Lady's thick thighs and began worshiping her with her tongue.
Maribel moaned in satisfaction and began to stroke Renko's head to encourage her.
"Ugh, Renko, you're doing very well. Keep going." Her breathing got faster and more excited, her legs began to shake uncontrollably.
Feeling the vibrations of her Goddess' body was almost scary for Renko. Meri was so much bigger than her, so much stronger, so much more elegant.
She could probably crush her head with her thighs.
"Wouldn't that be the perfect way to die?" Renko thought.
Giving pleasure to her mistress was such an exhilarating feeling.
"Ugh, Renko-chan, I love this!"
Renko kept licking away, savoring every taste she got of her Mistress' perfect pussy.
She put her entire mind into her tongue. Her only purpose in life was to serve Meri. To give happiness and pleasure to her. Renko put her whole mind and body in service of her.
"Renko, aaaaaahhhhh, I love this, aaaaaaaaarrghh, keep going, haaarrrghhh, I'm going crazy!" she screamed, shaking violently and uncontrollably, pressing Renko's head even deeper between her thighs.
Renko redoubled her efforts, quickening the pace with which her tongue slid across her Mistress's snatch, pressing even more forcefully into her folds to stimulate every single nerve, to send tsunamis of bliss directly into Meri's brain.
The thought of being so pleasing to her Mistress made Renko's mind melt.
All of this felt so right and natural.
She really was just a cheap whore, Meri's whore, whose only purpose it was to give erotic pleasure to her owner.
Nothing more than an object to be used and abused for her perverted entertainment.
What an awesome life!
After an eternity of screams and moans and pleasure and "Keep going, don't stop, Renko, aaarrggg!", Maribel's throat grew hoarse.
"Renko, Renko," she pleaded, "I need a break, stop *haugh*"
But Renko was so lost in her service, so fulfilled in her role as a sex-object, that she had lost her ability to even comprehend human speech.
Maribel tried to push Renko away from her thighs, her arm still shaking,
"Renko, please stop, *argh* I can't take this anymore!"
But Renko kept lapping at her pussy like a thirsty dog drinking from its bowl.
"Renko! Stop licking my pussy!" Maribel shouted, not caring who else would hear it.
"Mistress," Renko whimpered, her voice just as exhausted as her Mistress', "I need more! You taste like heaven."
"Kiss me! Hold me!" Maribel ordered, her voice cracking up, tears flowing down her face.
Renko, shaken from her daze, recognized what her Lady needed now.
Renko got up from her knees. She got next to Meri, who was lying on the bed, shaking.
She wrapped her arms around her tightly, gently kissing her, reassuring her "There, there, it's all good, Meri, I'm here for you, you don't need to worry, I'll take care of it-".
She put a large blanket over herself and Meri, "See, this is nice and warm."
"Renko, this was amazing," Maribel whispered.
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you for making good use of me."
"Really?"
"Yes, Mistress, you were right. I really needed someone to activate my desire. I really can't do it without you."
"Oh, Renko, I love you so much."
They kissed again, and held each other closely, and eventually they fell asleep.