Money Mella Makes Her Mark Ch. 05

Up and off went her expensive shirt, tossed to the side like a piece of trash as Mella revealed her perfect melons, testing the limits on the fancy blue bra that barely contained them. Those poor cups, absolutely bursting at the seams from their attempt but ultimately succeeding in keeping the truth covered. Not for long though, as Carmella reached around and unclasped the hooks that kept the bra together.

So fabulous, so money, a real glutton for attention, and the perfect show-woman in every conceivable way, Carmella held the bra's cups in place as the straps slid down her shoulders, ultimately passing down and lodging in between the crevice where her upper and lower arm connected. Zelina was super close, her gaze completely transfixed on the gorgeous model currently taunting her. Waiting was all she could do, her only option. Wait, until Mella decided it was time to move her hands and let the fancy blue bra fall to the floor. A journey that came merely a few painstakingly long moments later.

Carmella let go, and with nothing to hold it in place, the undergarment made it descent, swept away by the Earth's gravity, leaving nothing left to the imagination of little Zelina Vega. Finally, she'd gotten her wish; her eyes bore witness to the most wonderful sight imaginable. Tan and tasty, the perfect size and shape clearly crafted by the Gods, a pair of breasts so magnificent, it almost pained Zelina to even cast her pathetic mortal gaze upon them. As if someone as weak and insignificant as herself looking at them would somehow spoil their infinite beauty.

It was at that moment, upon glancing at Carmella's wondrous upper body that Zelina first understood her place in this world, and why all these strange thoughts and feelings had come to her uninvoked. The reason why her mind had forced her into submission, why she'd so easily found the words necessary to beg for her way, was because of her standing. Zelina, for all intents and purposes, was merely a woman, and that which stood before her was so, so much more. Carmella wasn't just a woman, she was an ethereal entity. A goddess from a higher plane of existence.

Simply viewing her Money Mistress was a blessing, Zelina realized that now. Everything Carmella said was true, like a prophet from the ancient times. Zelina Vega was meant to serve, and Carmella had come to claim her before someone unskilled and unworthy did. Her rescue wasn't a tool to trick her into bed, it was the Gods allowing nature to take its course. La Muñeca was meant to be Carmella's bitch, a fact she now accepted and welcomed with open arms, without a single cock ever tantalizing her asshole, the second time she accomplished that feat. Only this time, the bitch in question wouldn't be deprived forever.

Poor little Broken Butt Bitch Brie Bella, facing nearly eight months without even the slightest touch to her pathetic whore hole, her only luxury coming from the night she "broke", where Mella granted her the privilege of a thorough finger fucking. Other than that, Brie had abstained, but just because she and Zelina share the same broken bitch origin story, doesn't mean their owner envisioned a future where they walked a similar broken bitch path.

While Brie was already a supposedly well-trained slut by the time Carmella claimed her, she had no choice but to carry the burden of several years serving an unfit "Sistress" who clogged her mind with ideals unsuitable of a dutiful slave. She wasn't worthy, her mind wasn't where Mella needed it to be. But Zelina?

Zelina Vega was a blank canvas. Never before had she taken a cock in her ass, or eaten out someone's holes, nothing! Even the simplest of orders were fresh and exciting. She was Carmella's to shape, to mold into the perfect bottom. That's largely why Nikki and Brie were banished earlier; Mella didn't want any outside interference in her conquest of The Mighty Minx. First impressions are everything.

Mella's hard work, her dedication in ensuring that Zelina's first bottoming experience sets the tone for the rest of her career was already paying off. The mere sight of that gorgeous body was enough to convince Zel that her entire reason for being was different than she first thought, a quite powerful reaction. Such a response from only the sight of another woman's upper body was unthinkable; Mella could only wonder what kind of damage the sight of her lower body would cause. And as they say, some people just want to see the world burn.

Stretching out her hand and curling a single, long finger, Carmella beckoned her newest conquest without a single word, and, without a single word, Zelina came crawling over. On her knees, just as God intended, beneath the presence she was born to serve, a smile spreading across her face. Zelina wasn't sure what was coming next, but one thing was certain: it would definitely be fun.

Zelina's journey was a short one and, in just a few moments, she found herself looking up at The Princess of Staten Island. Standing at five feet, five inches, Carmella wasn't necessarily a small woman nor was she particularly tall. But from this perspective, she looked like an absolute colossus, an insurmountable giantess, the scale was incredible. Carmella more closely resembled Mother Gaia, casting judgment and despair down to those lesser than, and all of it only made Zelina's desire to serve grow.

She stared upwards, her big doe eyes gleaming as Carmella raised her foot up, up, up, placing it softly atop Zelina's head. "You belong to me," Mella assured as she undid the button on her form-fitting jeans. "Has this resonated with you yet, Zelina?"

"Yes, my Money Mistress," Zelina agreed, her words far less shaky than that which had become the norm since they met.

"Isn't that wonderful?" Carmella asked sarcastically, a small feeling of triumph passing over her. Her conquest of Zelina was never in question, but the ease at which it occurred was enough to excite, at the very least. "Another bitch to join my ranks. The Bellas, AJ Lee, Sasha Banks and now...you. The four women before you have all realized and come to terms with their interiority. Have you?"

"Yes, my Money Mistress."

"Fuckin' sensational!" Mella beamed, pressing her foot down slightly. "Now normally, I'd ask why you haven't begun to kiss my feet yet. Really humiliate yourself for my amusement, you know? But you're sooo new! Sooo inexperienced! This whole bottoming thing is gonna be a journey for you, and I'm gonna guide you through every second."

Carmella then raised her foot before lowering it, until it dropped into frame, sitting eye level. "You've seen my tits, good for you. Simple begging will get you that far. But I'll bet you want to see the rest of me, don't you? To get that, you have to show me that you deserve it. Start by kissing my feet and working your way up, and maybe then we'll consider going further."

Like a mindless zombie, Zelina reached out her hand, ready and willing to take on this new embarrassing task, but Mella was quick to jump in and guide, just as promised. "No, no, doll! No hands! Not until you reach my waist, understand?"

Nodding slightly, Zelina confirmed, "Yes, my Money Mistress." Understanding her task, La Muñeca puckered her lips and dove head first into the future. She placed small, delicate kisses on the tips of Carmella's neatly manicured toes. Mella lowered her foot to the carpet as the shameless kissing continued, Zelina eventually moving to the top of Mella's foot. Then followed her denim-covered ankle, then her thighs and soon, little Zelina Vega had reached her destination.

Almost a little too soon, as Carmella would've liked to draw out the process a tad longer, but ultimately allowed it, seeing as though more than enough time had passed already. Vega looked up at her new mistress for approval and quickly found it, accepting the slight head nod as every possible go ahead necessary to to take Carmella's jeans by the sides and begin to pull them down.

It wasn't without struggle though. Queen Z had to work to get those tight jeans past Mella's toned muscle booty and needed a similar effort when it came to The Staten Island Princess's meaty thighs. All those years of dancing had really paid off, making Carmella's body so wonderfully fit and toned but attractive in equal measures and, by the time the jeans had been removed completely, Zelina had already formed a pool of drool below her.

Mella awkwardly stumbled out of her pants just as anyone would before tossing them aside, leaving just herself and the tiny blue thong covering her crotch. Such a thin piece of fabric could've simply been moved to the side, but Carmella had big plans for Zelina and her hot little mouth. Big, big plans.

"Our next activity should be quite fun for the both of us," Mella assured, cutting the theatrics short by quickly slipping out of her thong and chucking it with the rest of her outfit. Now completely nude, The Fabulous One further explained, "You, my doll, are going to use your warm, wet little mouth to pleasure my snatch, got me?"

With the shakiness her voice had become known for returning, Zelina agreed, "Y-Yes."

Mella smiled and skipped over to the bed, crawling on top and comfortably positioning herself in the middle. "C'mon up, Zelina," She insisted, spreading her legs as the confused little bottom made her way to eye level with Carmella's gorgeous cunt. "Don't be shy! I want you to give it everything you've got okay? Normally, you wouldn't have that privilege, but since this is probably your first time eating pussy, I'm gonna let you go all out! Do your best to try and make me cum; that's an order! Understood?"

"Y-Yes, my Money Mistress," Zelina squeaked, tightrope balancing the acts of leaving forward and pushing her silky black hair out of her face. As her face came closer to Mella's slit, a familiar pungent aroma became more pronounced, a smell that she recognized from the times she'd masturbated in her otherwise vanilla sex life up until tonight. The smell of womanhood, which for whatever reason, couldn't have possibly smelled sweeter in that moment, Zelina bee ready and willing to pollinate Mella's tasty-looking flower.

Soft, delicate folds surrounded by completely smooth skin from what was obviously a very recent waxing appointment, already pre-moistened by everything up to this point, which only made Zelina more eager to dive in. She was raring to go; she couldn't wait to press her tongue against that vagina, to sample what must be a heavenly flavor of female. God, Zelina felt so lucky. Her very first time getting to eat out another woman, and not just some plain Jane, but a real alpha female.

Zelina built the anticipation for as long as she could but, eventually, Carmella's patience got the best of her. Mistaking The Mighty Minx's hesitation for cold feet, Mella grabbed the back of Zelina's head and shoved it into her crotch, squeezing her powerful thighs together to ensure the little bitch wasn't going anywhere. And so, with nowhere to go and nothing else to do, Zelina began her first foray into the joys of lesbian sex the only way that seemed right: by worshiping Money Mella's pretty peach.

Inexperienced as she may be, sticking her tongue out and hoping for the best was common sense. No real technique, no real strategy or plan of attack. Zelina had no idea what she was doing! Up and down licks from the top to the bottom and vice versa seemed like the best option, so that's what she went with, tossing in the occasional dive in between the tasty folds, the soft moans and whimpers coming from above all the indication Zelina needed to know that what she was doing was working.

However, Zelina's slippery tongue was working quite as fast as Carmella could've hoped. She lacked the attention to detail that top-notch rug munchers boasted as well, but that's neither here nor there. The little bitch was doing great for a newbie, especially once she got sight of the bulbous bud growing in size the more aroused Money Mella became.

Carmella's clit stuck out like a sore thumb; Zelina just had to taunt it, run her tongue up and down that slit, just barely grazing it from time to time until she was ready, just enough to build up the anticipation. Mella's breathing became more unfocused as the pleasure increased. With every passing second, the inconsistent teasing of her pulsating clit became more insufferable, and for a few minutes, she sat by and allowed Zelina to proceed. But she could only take so much! Sooner or later, she'd need more, and considering who was in control, sooner was far closer than later.

Impatient as ever, Mella frustratingly grabbed the back of Zelina's hair and forced the little bitch's face into the deepest part of her crotch and held her there. "Don't hold back, I said," Carmella reminded. "So, that means, when you see my clit, you fucking suck on it!"

Without a second thought, Zelina did as she was told and began twirling her tongue around that bud, immediately exciting her mistress. To ensure the enjoyment was maximized for herself, Mella also began to grind her hips, forcing Zelina to stay focused on the meal. The combination of the grinding and the clit targeting sent Carmella into overdrive.

"Yeah, that's it, bitch. MMMM-FUCK! Little rug munching slut! Y-You're pretty g-good for a first timer, aren't 'cha? Now try...now try sucking on my clit! Yeah, oooh fuck, that's good! Wrap that mouth around my mound and fuckin' suck!" Without a second thought, Zelina did as she was told which, unsurprisingly, was becoming the norm for her. Already, Carmella had a stranglehold on poor Zelina's mind, and every second was riveting, to say the least.

With her lips pursed, she targeted Mella's core again but this time, placed the entirety of her mouth on top before doing her best impersonation of a vacuum cleaner and sucking that moist snatch dry. The effect was astronomical! Mella rarely had time to think about her own physical pleasure or enjoyment, and unlike the other girls, she didn't believe in "working it in" by using a vibrating strap-on. It was cheap and, more importantly, it made moment's like this feel not as special.

Times like these were few and far between. Truthfully, the last time Mella had her snatch eaten out was the night she claimed Sasha Banks, during her pre-match "preparations" with AJ Lee. That was several weeks ago, and where most tops would simply force one of their bitches to go down every night, something Mella was more than capable, she preferred to be a giving mistress. Her love from topping didn't come from accepting pleasure, it came from delivering it.

So usually, Mella's pussy went unloved, completely by design, so when the time came for her to indulge, it'd be a mind-blowing experience every time! And thankfully, even though the mouth in question was rather inexperienced, this time was proving to be no different. La Muñeca was a fucking natural, no doubt about it!

For someone who'd never touched another snatch before tonight, she worked Mella's mound like a champion, a real pussy eating connoisseur, and Carmella was definitely feeling the effects. Even before the sucking had begun, it felt amazing! But now? The Princess of Staten Island could barely stave off the oncoming orgasm.

Her moans had become more uncontrollable, and what Mella would call "verbal encouragement" that had been spewing out of her mouth had devolved into a hardly tolerable, hardly comprehendable mix of whimpers and pleas to "keep going". Zelina was happy to oblige, taking her orders that she'd been given super seriously this time around. She was, as desired, going all out.

There was no holding back, that much was obvious by the fact that Mella could feel herself beginning the early stages of her orgasm, and little Zelina didn't try and stop herself. There wasn't an attempt made to make her mistress edge even once. Not that she could be blamed for it, such a strategy was exactly what she'd been demanded of. For Zelina to grow familiar with a snatch; she could worry about the ins and outs of pussy eating later, once she was 100% fully broken. Right now was for first impressions.

Carmella could feel herself bursting at the seams, so close to the edge that a simple hop, skip, or jump would send her falling to her doom. She was honestly surprised at how talented Queen Z was at eating pussy, as well as her seeming to completely disregard the need to stop and sample the flavors dancing across her taste buds. Subordinate, in every sense of the word; Zelina really was born to be a bottom, and sculpting her to be the most perfect slave imaginable was going to be easier than Mella could've ever hoped!

First though, before the proper "shaping" could begin, she needed to deal with the burgeoning climax, the need to cum that had boiled to a scald, now a blazing inferno. To maximize the pleasure for herself, Mella held off for as long as possible, until her body simply stopped fighting back. When her mind began to waver, she knew her time had come. That little tongue had done all the necessary damage to bring an end to Zelina's first oral forray, the sucking of Mella's pulsating bud was overkill, and the vigorous grinding into Vega's face was the cherry on top of the explicitly gorgeous cacophony of girl-on-girl pleasure.

The time had come, and the second Mella felt her defenses give way, she locked her thick dancer's thighs around Zelina's head like a vice, trapping the little bitch in for the tasty treat she was about to be graced with. A delicacy sampled by only the worthiest of lesbian hoes: Money Mella's fabulous cum, so well built that it shot straight from her pussy and right into Zelina's awaiting mouth.

Carmella wasn't a geyser; she had far too much class for that kind of display. But that didn't stop her snatch from spewing like a short-ranged projectile weapon, plastering that pretty Puerto Rican face with any of her clear, female ejaculate-equivalent that managed to miss the actual target. All the while, The Fabulous One screamed out obscenities until the orgasm finally passed and she began to come down from her high.

Grinning seductively as the final waves of pleasure came and went, Mella released the vice-like grip of her legs, allowing her charge a moment of relief. It was the least she could do for a job well done. Now released from her tan, smooth shackles, Zelina looked up at her new lease on life, the evidence of what had just transpired dripping from every nook and cranny of her beautiful face.

The hair just above her forehead was matted to the skin just below, her left eye twitched from the overload of invading juices, some also dripping from her long, lovely eyelashes down to the sheets below. Zelina's make-up, the little she had been wearing anyway, was smeared beyond a quick and seamless repair. She wore the casualties upon her face proudly though, as they were symbolic of the new her.

This new life that had been thrust upon her, her new role as a slave for her Money Mistress, it was all so fresh and exciting. While Zelina did still carry some nerves about how everything would affect her everyday life or her hopes of truly making it in WWE, she'd accepted her future. This new lease on life, giving away her freedom to a stronger, more confident woman felt right. It felt good, and that feeling increased every time Carmella opened her mouth.

The Puerto Rican princess fluttered her eyes as Carmella caressed her cheek again, carefully examining her work. "You look so pretty like this, Zelina," Mella complimented, blessing her newest bitch with a quick kiss, mostly just to get a taste of that cum for herself.

Once they broke, Zelina promptly responded, "Thank you, Mistress." Such a response that should take months of conditioning to come to mind seemed natural and innate.

"You're welcome, doll. Did you enjoy your first taste of girl cum?"