First Round of Wine

The cups rose together for the first round, and the wine burned down their throats, sweet at first and then sharp, the heat of it blooming in their chests. Yan Mei finished last. Her throat was slow and her cheeks were flushed, and her last swallow came a humiliating breath behind the others while four men and Xuan Wei sat watching her with empty cups. She drew a card from the women's pack, the paper rasping against her fingertips, and read it.

Before she drew, she glanced at the packs properly for the first time. They were finely made, the cards thin lacquered slips of pale wood painted on the back with a pattern of twining vines, the women's pack edged in red and the men's in black, and the women's pack was noticeably thicker. She did not want to think about why. Elder Xuan Wu saw her looking and smiled.

"A gift from my senior brother's household," he said. "They have been played in the main sect for a hundred years. Some of the cards in there have never been drawn." He tapped the red pack lightly. "Some have only been drawn once."

Get spanked by the winner.

It was the first card and the first punishment.

She rose slowly and turned her back to the table. She pushed out her ass, bending at the waist, so that her back looked broader and her waist narrower while her plump cheeks were offered toward the men in the shape the card demanded.

Under the hall lamps everyone stared at that great piece of art: the white cheeks straining the thin cloth and the sunken strip already darkened by the morning's wetness.

Elder Xuan Wu had finished first, so he moved first.

He peeled the rear panel aside with deliberate fingers, taking his time, letting the silk drag across her skin, and bared her big ass to the whole room.

Not again. Not my ass again. Not in front of him.

Her eyes went to Elder Li without her meaning them to.

She found him watching her bent body with a small, satisfied smile, and some instinct she could not name made her skin prickle, as though she had seen that look before somewhere and could not remember where.

Her underwear had sunk so deep into her crack that it exposed everything.

Her juicy white cheeks were round and heavy enough to move when she breathed. Her pussy lips were clearly visible from behind on either side of the buried silk, pink and slightly parted and already glistening with the day's leftover heat.

Every man in the room went hard.

Xuan Wu rubbed her cheeks first, slowly and possessively. His fingers sank into the plump flesh while his thumbs spread her crack a little, so that the tight little flower of her asshole winked at them and her pussy lips framed the silk more clearly. He circled his palms once, twice, warming her skin, and felt her breath stutter under his hands.

Then he spanked her once, hard.

"Look how she shines," Han Fei murmured to Elder Li, not quite quietly enough. "The Clan Leader's wife has been wet since the gambling house. I'd wager on it."

Yan Mei felt the words land on her bare skin as surely as fingers. Her pussy tightened around nothing, and she knew, from the hush behind her, that every man at the table had watched it happen. A slow drop slid free and crept down the inside of her thigh, cool against skin that had gone hot all over.

"You would win," Elder Li said, and did not take his eyes off the pink lips framing the buried silk.

Yan Mei heard them both.

She stayed bent with her palms braced on her knees and her ass in the air. Her eyes slid sideways and found Yan Tian's face across the table, flushed and rapt, his cup forgotten halfway to his lips, and she held that look for one breath before she turned her gaze to the floor.

She stared at the grain of the floorboards and counted the knots in the wood to steady herself. She lost count at seven, when she felt Xuan Wu shift his weight behind her and draw back his hand.

Slap!

The sound cracked through the hall like a palm on wet wood.

Yan Mei jolted forward with a tiny cry. A faint red print bloomed across her white skin, and the heat of it sank inward and spread, a slow warm throb that ran down the backs of her thighs and pooled between them.

Xuan Wu sat down satisfied with his cock tenting his robes.

Elder Li and Han Fei went on staring at her pussy, which was nearly fully visible now, wet and shining between her pale thighs, her lips clenching once in the aftershock of the slap.

Yan Mei straightened with her face burning and went back to her seat with the rear cloth still loose and her ass still stinging. When she sat, the cushion pressed against the hot print and she had to bite back a small sound.

Yan Tian looked at his beautiful wife, who had just bared her ass to four men and been spanked for it, and felt his cock thicken without apology. Arousal and wrongness braided together in his gut, and he drank to hide the sound rising in his throat.

"Such a beautiful sound," Xuan Wei sighed into her cup. "Like a drum. Husband, you should have spanked her twice. One is so lonely."

"The card says once," Xuan Wu said, licking his thumb, where the faint wetness from her crack had clung. "I am a man who respects cards."

The second round began. The cups rose again and the wine flashed gold, and this time Xuan Wei lost on purpose. She drank in slow, dainty sips while the others tipped their heads back, watching Yan Mei over the rim, and set her cup down last with a little shrug, sparing Yan Mei a second draw and taking the hit with a smile that said she knew exactly which kind of card she was fishing for. She drew from the women's pack.

Give a blowjob to the person sitting opposite you.

Yan Tian was startled to realise that he was the one sitting opposite her, close enough to smell the wine on her breath.

Xuan Wei came to him, crossing the cushions on her knees with her breasts swaying, and opened his trousers with practised fingers to find his cock already hard from the spanking. She weighed it in her palm for a moment as if judging fruit at a market stall, gave it one slow stroke from root to tip that squeezed a clear bead out of the slit, and caught the bead on the point of her tongue.

Then she leaned in and began to suck. Lewd wet sounds filled the hall, the shameless, rhythmic schluck of a woman who treated a public blowjob like a tea ceremony, every motion unhurried and exact. She took him a little deeper on each stroke, her lips stretched and glossy and her cheeks hollowing as she drew back, her tongue working the underside while her lips stayed sealed around the shaft and spit shone all the way down to his balls.

Her ass swayed with each bob of her head. Elder Li and Han Fei watched it from behind, the full round shape of it, and because she knelt with her legs spread, the rear cloth slipped between her thighs and left her cheeks and crack bare to everyone, with the dark hint of her own wetness pressed around the silk. She did not care. She was focused on drawing the semen out of Yan Tian's cock.

Slrrp. Chu.

Between strokes, she drew off him with a wet pop and looked over her shoulder at Yan Mei with spit shining on her chin. "Watch closely, Sister Yan," she said, and licked a slow stripe up the underside of Yan Tian's cock without taking her eyes off Yan Mei's face. "This is how your husband likes it. You should know these things."

Yan Mei looked away, and then looked back, because she could not help it.

She watched another woman's tongue curl around the head of her husband's cock while he groaned and clutched the cushion. Xuan Wei's lips were shining. Her cheeks hollowed with each slow draw, and a thread of spit ran down the shaft to his balls and glistened there in the lamplight.

She's right, Yan Mei thought, with a horror that went down to her bones. That's exactly how he likes it. How does she know? How does she know after one night?

Her own mouth had gone wet watching it. She swallowed, and pressed her thighs together, and could not look away a second time.

Yan Tian was not thinking at all. His eyes kept sliding past Xuan Wei's bobbing head toward his wife, toward her flushed face and her bare thighs and the faint red print still glowing on her ass where she sat, and every time he looked at her, Xuan Wei felt him swell on her tongue and smiled around him.

It took him only a few minutes more. His hips began to jerk and his fingers went white on the edge of the cushion. Xuan Wei felt it coming and did not speed up. She slowed instead, sinking down until her lips were sealed around the root of him and holding there with her throat fluttering and her nose pressed into his belly, so that he had nothing to thrust into and nowhere to go but over the edge.

When he came with a muffled groan, it was with her throat working around him, and his eyes were not on her at all but fixed on his wife's face across the table.

Yan Mei saw the exact moment it happened, saw his mouth fall open and his brows draw together as if in pain, and knew that look better than she knew her own reflection. She had seen it on the pillow beside her for twenty years. She had never before seen it from across a room while another woman swallowed what caused it.

Xuan Wei swallowed the thick load in front of everyone, her throat working once, and sat back in her place with a satisfied wipe of her lip and a glance at Yan Mei that was almost sisterly. "Delicious," she said, licking the corner of her mouth. "Thank you, Clan Leader. Sister Yan, your husband is very generous."

As everyone had expected, Yan Mei came in last again in the next round, her swallow slow and her throat burning while four empty cups waited like judgments. She looked a little angry now, her eyes bright and her mouth tight, and she drew her second card from the women's pack with fingers that wanted to refuse and could not.

She had tried. She had watched the men's throats and matched her first swallow to theirs, and for one bright moment she had thought she might not lose, and then the wine had caught in her throat and she had coughed, and spilled it down her chin and her breasts, and by the time she had recovered, four cups were already empty and Xuan Wei was setting hers down with a sympathetic little wince.

The spilled wine ran down between her breasts and soaked into the silk over her belly, cold and sticky, and Han Fei watched it run with great interest.

Rub your pussy on the dick of the person sitting opposite you.

Her beautiful face went red as she read it, anger and shame arriving in the same rush of blood.

She was the top beauty of the family and the wife of the Yan family's leader, and now she had to do this vulgar thing on the floor of the discussion hall where clan politics were supposed to live.

It was worse because the man sitting opposite her was Elder Li.

She had disliked him from the beginning. He and his son had always bullied her son Yan Chi and poisoned him and mocked him, and her maternal fury had always been useless against the hierarchy of the branch. She had carried a bad feeling about the two of them for years.

Yet she had already sucked his cock in the gambling house. She had tasted his precum and taken him into her throat and worn his cum on her face while Xuan Wei emptied her husband first. Now she had to do this with him while Elder Xuan Wu watched her with an erection under his robes and Han Fei grinned like a boy at a feast.

She looked at Tian'er. He did not look away.

She set the card face down on the table, stood, and crossed to Elder Li on bare, unsteady legs.

He smiled up at her with a proud face and opened his trousers and lay back on the floor without a second thought, his long thick cock swinging as he looked up at her standing over him. It was the same huge cock that had fallen across her face on the second-floor stage, hard again and veined and beading at the tip.

"Come, Lady Yan," he said, patting his own thigh as though inviting a child onto his lap. "The card is waiting. We are all waiting."

"You are enjoying this," she said in a low voice, standing over him with her fists clenched.

"Enormously," Elder Li agreed. "Is that against the rules too?"

Yan Mei looked around the room.

Her husband was watching her with excitement naked on his face and no mask left to hide it, and the others waited for her next move as if she were a show the house had delivered to their cushions.

She lifted her lower clothes and lowered her underwear with both hands. The wet silk peeled away from her lips with a faint sticky sound, and she set it aside on the polished wood, so that her lower body was fully exposed. Her pink pussy was clearly visible from below, its lips shining with the arousal she could not hide, a faint tremor running through her thighs.

Then she stepped over Elder Li.

He stared up between her legs at lips that were perfectly shaved and clean and looked delicious under the hall lamps, her clit peeking and her folds already slick. A single drop gathered at her entrance, swelled, and fell onto his belly.

She crouched over him and took hold of his shaft. She laid it flat along his belly so that it could not go inside her, careful with her fingers and careful with the angle, holding on to the last scrap of control she owned.

Then she lowered her ass and settled her pussy right on top of his cock like a bun closing around a sausage.

Her pussy fitted perfectly along his shaft, its wet lips parting around the thick length of him.

Elder Li felt the wet heat of her on his cock and grew even hornier looking at her beautiful face twisted with shame. His cock pressed hard up against her, straining to rise beneath the weight of her folds, its tip peeking out toward her belly.

He drank in the view of the most beautiful woman in the clan playing with his cock while her husband watched from the side.

He knew that this moment was already his victory over Yan Tian. It was better than any banquet stare, better than the anonymous spanking downstairs, better even than her mouth on the second floor, because now her cunt was kissing his cock in front of everyone.

"Oh," Elder Li breathed, and closed his eyes for a moment, and opened them again quickly, as if afraid he might miss something. "Oh, Lady Yan."

"Be quiet," she hissed at him through her teeth. "Just be quiet and let it be over."

He laughed softly, delighted, and did not stop talking, and she hated him with a purity that frightened her and went on rubbing.

Yan Mei began to move her ass back and forth, rubbing her pussy along the length of him.

Her lips wrapped around his thick shaft until, from above, only the head of his cock showed, peeking out between her pink folds like a blunt wet tongue. She was already dripping. Her wetness made him slippery and left shining trails along his shaft and his belly, and each forward slide dragged her swollen clit over the ridge of his crown.

She moved slowly so that he could not slip inside her. The care of it was humiliating and filthy, and it made every inch of friction feel intentional.

She looked astonishing while she did it. Her breasts hung forward under the thin cloth with her nipples stiff, swaying with each roll. Her waist flexed. Her ass rolled in slow circles. Her face was red and her eyes were wet with an anger she could not use.

Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.

Once, near the end, she misjudged the angle.

Her hips rolled a little too far back. The head of his cock slipped down from her clit and caught for a terrible instant at the mouth of her pussy, notched there and pressing, stretching her lips open around the blunt tip of it.

A single push from either of them would have put him inside her.

Elder Li's hips twitched.

Yan Mei gasped and threw her weight forward so fast that his cock sprang free and slapped wetly against his belly.

Slap.

For a moment they stared at each other, both of them breathing hard. She saw in his face that he had wanted to push, and had not quite dared, not with Xuan Wu watching to see whether the rules of the card were kept.

"Careful, Lady Yan," Xuan Wu said softly from across the table. "Rubbing, the card says. Only rubbing."

"I know," she whispered, and pressed her pussy down on Elder Li's shaft again, flat and careful, and went on, and could not stop her mind from going back over and over to that instant when he had almost been inside her, and her body clenched every time it did.

Elder Xuan Wu, Yan Tian and Han Fei watched the slutty sight without blinking, and somebody's breath shook in the quiet while the wine sat forgotten in its cups.

The lamps hissed softly. The only other sounds were the wet slide of her folds along his shaft and her own breathing, quick and shallow through parted lips, and the faint creak of the floorboards under Elder Li's shoulders each time her weight rocked forward.

Shlick. Shlick.

Her thighs had begun to tremble. She braced one hand flat on his chest to steady herself and felt his heart hammering under her palm, and the knowledge that she was doing that to him, that this old man who had sneered at her son for years was lying helpless beneath her pussy with his heart racing, sent a sharp sweet pulse through her clit that she could not hide.

Yan Tian was watching from behind her, and from there he could not see her face.

He could only see her ass moving on Elder Li's cock: the old man's hairy balls beneath, her plump cheeks spreading and closing as she rubbed, her crack flashing, the wet shine of her juices darkening the shaft under her.

He wanted to see her face. He wanted the shame in her eyes and the slutty flush in her cheeks and the mouth that had sucked this same man only hours ago.

He could not have them, and the restriction only made him harder, his cock straining his robes while his wife rubbed her pussy along his rival's.

Turn around, he thought at her, with a desperation that shamed him. Turn around and let me see.

She did not turn.

She kept her eyes on Elder Li's face, her hair swinging forward over one shoulder, her hips rolling in that slow wet rhythm. Yan Tian understood, with a jolt that went straight to his cock, that she was doing it on purpose, that some furious part of her had decided he did not deserve to see.

"Lady Yan," he groaned as the end rushed up on him, his hands clutching at the floor on either side of him because the card had given him no right to clutch at her, "Lady Yan, Lady Yan..." and her name in his mouth as he came was the most humiliating thing that had happened to her all day, worse than the spanking and worse than the stage, because he said it the way a man says the name of a woman he has finally owned.

Elder Li was already at his limit.

Her pussy was too slippery and too tight around him, and on top of that her beautiful face looking down at him with that shamed, bright, slutty expression excited him more than all his years of waiting.

He came without realising it was happening.

His hips jerked up against her weight while his semen spurted across his fat belly in thick white pulses that painted his skin and the underside of her rubbing pussy.

Yan Mei was still aroused. Her pussy was throbbing and her clit ground along his shaft for one more helpless second, a small sound breaking in her throat.

When she saw him coming, she stood up and walked back to her place without putting her underwear back on.

She sat with her pink pussy bare under the hall lamps and her thighs shining, a smear of Elder Li's cum cooling on her outer lips where his cock had kissed her at the end, and waited for the next round.