Chapter Eight

 

Journee was frustrated she could not cum.  All she could do was suck harder and swallow more milk.

And listen to a pretty shocking conversation!

Pindpo said, “Rhone, which do you think?  Will this younger American have the most milk in her belly from our four teats, or will the older mother American have greater milk in her belly from Queen Muunu’s two great teats?”

What!?!

Her mom would not drink breast milk!  Especially not right from a breast!  And certainly not during a diplomatic mission!

Her mom was not some breastmilk-drinking lesbian slut!

But then… what was Journee?  Was that who Journee was?  If not, and she was doing it, then maybe Mom….

No.  No fucking way.

Rhone said, “Ah, good question.  Normally, we would have no chance, even together, to compete with the great Queen Muunu.  She produces so much milk.  They say she could feed a small village!  But I think maybe this American sucking on my teat now may, once finished, have as much or more milk in her belly as her mother.  After all, Queen Muunu had to feed many diplomats, not only the American.”

Pindpo was thoughtful as she palmed and rubbed Journee’s slit.

“I see.  So, it depends on where in the queue the mother American was.”

Rhone said, “The mother American will soon return.  Perhaps we should have the mother and the daughter stand side by side, and we will look from the side to see which one has the more distended belly.”

What???  No!  That would be so fucking embarrassing!  Journee did not want Mom to ever know about this or suspect it in any way.  And she wished she hadn’t heard their talk about Mom.  She was sure Mom would never have done anything like that, but the thought of it, the image, were hard to shake out of her mind.

“Yes, a good idea.  However, Queen Muunu did warn us to make the progress steady and not sudden.”

This was steady?  This was not sudden?

This was crazy!

Rhone said, “You are right.  Even Queen Muunu does not make a slut slave in a single day.  We will wait to have American women compare bellies until tomorrow or the day after.”

So, not in one day, but in two or three days?  These bitches sure were confident and arrogant.  And scary.

Just the thought of it was hard for Journee to take her mind away from.  Not only becoming some kind of slut slave to lactating lesbians in a foreign land but also her mother in her same state!

Yeah, right, her mom, Margot Parrow, a lesbian slut slave!  As if! 

Journee’s mom was beautiful, no doubt.  She had no doubt these bitches would want her mom to be a lesbian slut slave if that was their thing.  Journee knew she and her older sister were lucky to take after Mom physically.  Journee was sure these lesbians would love to have her mom as their slut slave.  Probably even more than they wanted Journee. 

But Mom did not even “put out” for guys anymore, let alone foreign and aggressive lesbians.

Pindpo said, “Look at how this American wants it.  See how slutty she is?  You see how much she wants to be our slave?  Look at her wag her ass.”

Journee came to her senses just a little bit.  Shit.  She was wagging her ass!  She was bopping it around in frustrated half-circles, desperately trying to obtain more contact with Pindpo’s hand.  Oh, she was being so slutty!

And she did it while practically guzzling tit milk and imagining her mom… doing all sorts of things Mom would never do.

The only thing that kept her from being a total slut and cumming on Pindpo’s hand was Pindpo’s refusal to give her the pleasuring she needed. 

Journee reached down to take care of the matter herself, a certain personal matter normally done in private, but Pindpo was alert to the move and was having none of that.  She slapped Journee’s hand hard.  Journee’s hand retreated.

Journee’s hand tried again, determined.  She needed to orgasm!

Pindpo slapped her hand again, harder, and the slap also caught the front of Journee’s thigh.  Rhone helped out – helped Pindpo and not Journee – by pulling her nipple away from Journee’s mouth and slapping the side of Journee’s head.  Journee saw stars.  Her hand retreated from her pussy.

They were so fucking mean!

They got everything they wanted.  She did all these things for them.  Couldn’t they at least let her orgasm?  You know, again, some more?

Journee consoled herself by regaining a mouthful of lactating tit.  At least she got that.  A nice steady flow.  A rush.

Since she couldn’t pleasure herself, she decided fuck it and reached up with both hands to cup and constrict Rhone’s big tight tit.  It really was uncannily large on the slim young woman’s chest.

Journee applied pressure, and breast milk squirted hard and hot into her mouth.  It blasted in.  Her mouth filled up in a second, and she had to stop squeezing, swallow, and then go back to squeezing.

She went through Rhone’s right breast.  And then she emptied Rhone’s left breast.  She wagged and circled her ass the entire time, hoping to get Pindpo to do more for her.  No go.

By the time Rhone’s left tit came up empty, Journee was way too aroused, way too orgasm-needy, way too debased, and way too full. 

It did feel like her tummy must be bulging and hanging down.  She bet that was only how it felt.

Still, if she did need to compare swollen bellies with her mom, she just bet she’d win.  Or was that losing?

Shit, Journee was surprised she still knew which way was up.

They handled her off the stool and onto the hard surface that surrounded the pool.

They told her what they wanted.

They told her what they demanded.

They ordered it.

In a way, it was what Journee wanted, too.  It was what she’d wanted before.  But not like this.  Their way was so much more humiliating.

They had her squat, knees spread wide, and ass bouncing just above the hot cement.

They sat on their stools and commanded her to begin.

She was intensely aware of their eyes on her.  And of their sneaky little mean-hearted knowing smiles. 

Journee thought her mom might show up at any moment.  Or that Deja and Zurica might return.  She knew she was putting on quite a show but didn’t want an audience for it.  No matter how much Travis would have paid to also see what she now had to do.

But orders were orders.  And Journee realized that when they gave their orders to her, those orders became her orders to herself.

She couldn’t resist doing what they ordered.

Especially because she was so aroused and so needy.

They had her right where they wanted her.  Exposed, needy, compliant, obedient.

So, Journee did it.

With her legs spread, knees outward, and her pussy, bouncing slightly with her heartbeat, suspended a few inches above the hot cement, with the permission of her… whatever they were… Journee slid one hand down between her legs, cupped her pussy, and rubbed.

Oh, the sensation!

Her need was finally getting met.  By her own hand and by their command and in a public place with a risk her mom or someone else may walk in at any instant, but, by God, her hand was getting done what needed to get done!

Her other hand stretched a little behind her, and she placed it palm downward on the hot cement, for balance.  It felt like her hand was getting burned by the cement and her other hand was burned by her hot pussy. 

Her pussy might be hotter than the sunbaked cement!

Her appearance must be hot as well.  Pindpo and Rhone made odd ululations and rotated their hips and danced around but their eyes stayed locked to Journee’s action.

But it wasn’t quite right.  Not according to Rhone.

Rhone yelled, “I want to see American pussy better.  Move your hand, spread your American pussy lips, tap your American clitoris.”

Pindpo could not have agreed more, “Yes, yes, so true!  I want to see American pussy as it orgasms!  I want to see the nectar flow from the American pink flower!”

Journee immediately moved her hand, spread her pussy lips, and tapped at her clitoris as ordered.

She felt grateful for the order.

These bitches knew what they were doing when they did her over.  They really might remake her.

They were for sure making her cum!

They saw her shakiness.  They saw her eyes dilating.

Rhone demanded, “Cum for us, American slave slut!”

Pindpo yelled, “Cum for your black superiors who now own you and who you will serve all your life!”

Black superiors?  Who owned her?  She had to serve them?

All her life?

Journee orgasmed.  She shook and swayed, then wobbled.  She almost balanced herself but then, aware of her humiliating lascivious situation, she toppled with her legs hugging at her hand.  Her hot cement-baked hand came up and shoved three fingers, very hot fingers, into her very hot pussy.

Journee’s orgasm was renewed and blasted higher than ever before.  The cement baked her back and her spanked ass cheeks, and her feet beat a tattoo on the cement.

Rhone gloated, “Yes, you see, diplomacy is the best way.”

 

 

 

The End

 

…Until Book 3….

What’s next for our favorite mother and daughter ambassador team?

What’s going on with Deja and Zurica?

Will there be some hot tension when Margot comes home, joins Journee, and mother and daughter hang out with tummies full of breast milk?

Margot meets Rhone and Pindpo!

Margot sees her daughter in a naughty private moment!