Money Mella Makes Her Mark Ch. 05

"I did," Zelina answered honestly, quickly adding afterward, "It was yummy."

"Neat!" Mella exclaimed, planting one more quick smooch on her lovely charge's full, plump, cum-covered lips before directing Zelina to their next activity. "Moving on to...the calm before the storm! Dun...dun...dunnnn! Ah, verbal theatrics aside, since you've already learned how to give, I figure it's time you learn a little about receiving. Sooooo, I'm gonna do you a massive favor and show how a real pro prep's an asshole."

"Prep's an ass?" Zelina questioned. With everything she'd heard from the litany of WWE Superstars, Queen Z knew where things would head eventually. But her lack of experience and knowledge on what she considered to be a taboo subject still made things rather confusing.

With an air of confidence, Mella explained, "Well...yeah! Listen, Zel, the greatest thing a bottom can offer is her ass. It's what separates us, you know? You're a receiver and I'm a giver! And boy do I give! I give real hard and real rough, but I still need you to take it like a good girl for me. So a first-timer like you is gonna need all the extra help you can get. Understand?"

"I-I think so," Zelina answered honestly, still kinda hazy on the subject, but she had a general idea of what Carmella meant.

"Alrighty then! Assume the position!" Mella commanded, forcefully snapping her fingers, an order than any of her more seasoned babes would immediately understand and execute. But poor Zelina Vega, so naive and blind, unable to make out some of the smallest, simplest tasks. The Money Mistress was willing to give some leeway, but when it came to a situation like this, she figured Zelina would need more than just some verbal encouragement or direction.

Maybe it was out of line, maybe Carmella should've been a little more patient with the newbie but, ultimately, her reaction couldn't be helped. Money Mella lunged forward and seized a handful of Zelina's hair, using it to help her drag La Muñeca a few feet, towards the center of the floor. Once there, Mella released her grip and replaced it with her foot, stepping down and forcing Zelina's head to the floor. Then, she explained herself.

"This, my doll, is the position, capiche? Well almost...lift your ass up, as high as you can! Present your holes to me like a good bitch! Yeah, that's it," Carmella confirmed, finally picking her foot up as Zelina raised her butt properly, giving her Money Mistress the perfect view at those unclaimed holes. Unclaimed for now, at least.

Carmella knelt down behind the bitch, instinctively taking a pair of juicy ass meat handfuls, enough to spread those beefy lumps apart to reveal the contents hiding beneath. A pair of beautiful holes, to both of which lesbian happenings were a foreign concept, but to one, the same could be said for anything sexual. That was the target.

That lovely, puckered, wrinkly asshole, currently in its natural state, just aching to be turned into a worthless fuckhole. "Your butthole is so beautiful, Zelina. Wrecking it'll be a fuckin' blast. But first, like I said, I need to get it ready."

"How will you do that?" Zelina asked before quickly slipping in "Mistress" afterward to avoid a potentially dangerous situation.

"With my mouth, silly," Carmella answered, licking her lips. "Rimjobs are awesome, and you're about to learn that first hand."

"You're going to...to lick my...asshole?" Having been so caught up in the lust, the thought of all these ass-centered sexcapades were kinda nasty; it took the idea of ass-to-mouth for her to realize that. "Is that even safe? Or...sanitary?"

"Of course it is," Mella assured, leaning it real close, her hot breath ricocheting off of Zelina's asshole, giving the tiny brunette goosebumps. "If you know what you're doing. And I'm a pro! So don't worry and don't stress, okay?" As the words left her mouth, Carmella sounded more like a nurturing mother than a mistress. It gave Zelina the same kind of warm, fuzzy feeling from earlier, after being comforted.

Carmella spent the next few seconds building up the spit in her mouth, gathering as much as possible before unleashing it all on Zelina's butt. With a long, thin strand of saliva still clinging to her lower lip, The Princess of Staten Island purred softly, "I'll take good care of you, doll. Just sit back, relax, and let Mama Mella work." Her silky smooth voice offering comforting tones was all the inspiration Zelina needed to relax and stop stressing the ins and outs of their activity. It was time to let Mella take the reins.

The Money Mistress was more than happy to take control, as always. The time for talking had ended, meaning the time for action was now. So without any further adieu, Mella stopped hesitating and pressed her tongue against Zelina's inexperienced asshole, the Mighty Minx shuddering upon the first touch. That was only the tip of the iceberg, an entire world of girl-induced pleasure lying dormant below, just waiting to be awakened. Thankfully, she had the perfect dance partner to do just that.

Following the initial touch, Mella then progressed to full-length licks. Starting from the top and working down, from the rim of that ass all the way down to the tip of her wet slit, allowing as much spit as possible to spill from her mouth all the while. Mella was clearly a veteran oral assassin, never keeping the tempo or attack plan for too long before switching things up. When going from top to bottom grew tiresome, she took things a step further by swirling her tongue from edge to edge, all across the diameter and circumference of that hole.

All of this, of course, was building towards a crescendo. The special moment when that butt would grow loose enough to welcome Carmella's slippery appendage inside. What would normally take a bit of time with the average mouth was short work for The Money Mistress though, who relaxed that hole in double-time. Once she knew the work had been done, she took her shot and pressed her tongue down again.

Unlike last time though, it wasn't a simple lather and go; Mella came in guns blazing, with every intention of full-on entry. And sure enough, she succeeded in forcing her slippery devil up the super-tight virgin chute, the smallest whimpers of ecstasy easily escaping little Zelina's mouth.

Never in her life had she felt something so stimulating before. It wasn't just the natural pleasure that one gets when receiving sexual favors, either. Everything was so sensitive, and the further Carmella's tongue went, the more Zelina couldn't help but squirm beneath her. All of the nerves in and around her asshole seemed to be firing off all at once, and understandably so, considering they'd never been forced to react to anything quite like it before.

The feeling of Mella's wet tongue buried in the shallow waters of her backdoor, the warm saliva covering her walls forcing her anal muscles to flex and retract; God, it all felt amazing! Obviously, like most inexperienced women, Zelina had heard the horror stories about anal play gone wrong, and while getting tongue fucked was probably the least of those victim's worries, it still made her nervous beforehand.

All of those nerves were gone now, though! Replacing them were the increased focus on that incredible feeling, as well as keeping her asshole nice and relaxed for Money Mistress Mella. The Fabulous Diva was every bit the butt-munching pro that she'd claimed to be during the lead up. Her claws dug deep into Queen Z's dark brown flesh, but it did little to distract the upstart from the waterfall of emotions that faced her; from Carmella's masterclass of ass fuckery.

That moon walkin', trash talkin' tongue never stopped wiggling around inside her anus; Carmella seemed intent on covering every inch of Zelina's anal walls in sloppy Staten Island saliva, straight from their greatest export's source. La Muñeca could feel passing loosening up, something Mella took note of as well; it was nearly time to finish up.

Naturally, the main event of their little rendezvous was the snatching of Zelina's anal cherry, and while licking that tasty little hole was a wonderful pastime, Carmella was tired of waiting to claim her first virgin ass. Being the strongest top around without such a menial accomplishment has grown tiresome; it was time to put a nail in that coffin forever. With one, final mouthful of spit emptied inside that butt, Mella pulled her tongue out of that ass, a small and playful butt slap acting as the signal that it was time for the final phase of their night to begin.

Money Mella rose to her feet, prompting Queen Z to rise up to a kneel as she awaited her next instructions. Though, said instructions never came. Instead, Mella walked off, stopping by the bedside area and rifling through a large black bag. Moments later she returned, carrying three different items, one for each hand and a third hanging from her left forearm.

In her right hand was a large clear bottle filled with an equally transparent solution and, in her left, was a purple rubber dildo so comically large that Zelina almost had to do a double-take. What hung from Mella's arm was a black, sleek leather harness of some sort, which Zelina deduced was likely to be connected to the dildo to create a strap-on, an object she'd never actually seen in person before.

Sure enough, the sex toy was promptly attached to the crotch area of the harness, Mella balancing the creation of this Frankenstein's monster of an abomination while holding the bottle, which Zelina now understood was some type of lubricant. Then, Carmella set the bottle down before slipping one leg inside the harness, then the other, ultimately pulling it up once inside until she was fully equipped for ass destruction, instead of simply unbuckling and entering the harness in more traditional fashion.

"It's important to note that normally, you or one of my other bitches will be in charge of ensuring I'm equipped. That includes fetching my strap-on and putting it on me. But like I've already said, you've got the rest of your life to learn all those little details. Tonight's all about getting familiar with the basics of bottoming to me, the most F.A.B.U.L.O.U.S Diva in all of WWE!" Mella gleamed as drew closer. "And speaking of familiarity, you're about to get really familiar with the big one. The end all, be all for bottoms all around the world! Oh Zelina, I'm so happy for you! You're about to learn what it feels like to take a cock in your ass!"

Zelina's heart began to race; the time had come. The same order from before was uttered: "Assume the position!" This time, Zelina knew exactly what to do, and only hesitated momentarily in search of visual clues to find where exactly Carmella wanted her. When it became obvious that Money Mella wanted her in the middle again, Vega crawled over and pressed her face into the carpet, raising her ass as high as possible once she'd done so.

Mella's cum, or that which remained dried on Zelina's pretty, Puerto Rican face was joined by a new bodily fluid: sweat, dripping down her face as the intensity of the situation mounted. Everything she'd experienced up to this point had been the ground work. Mella established from the very onset that her goal was to claim Zelina's asshole, her virgin orifice, never before touched in the ways Mella planned to. But that didn't stop her from stressing wildly, until Mama Mella reared her beautiful head again.

That soft, comforting voice accompanied by that slick New York accent that Zelina felt nostalgic listening to because it reminded her of back home. The same soothing tones that had quelled her worries before had returned, seeking a repeat performance. "I can see that you're shaking, doll. You'll be fine, I promise. That's why I have this." Mella flashed the bottle as she took her natural position behind Zelina Vega, popping the cap on the clear container.

"You won't feel an ounce of pain, rest assured. Trust me, if I wanted you to suffer, you would!" Somehow, that cheeky assurance did little to help ease Zelina's troubles. "But I want you to enjoy this. Not next time, or the time after, or in a little while, but right now! And what I want, I get! Isn't that right, doll?"

Shaky-voiced, Zelina agreed, "Yes, m-my Money Mistress."

"Well, okay then!" Carmella settled with glee. "Remember, deep breaths. I'm gonna use more than enough lube to carry you through the initial penetration, but if for whatever reason I forget to add more once the first batch dries up, just know that any pain will only be temporary. Most importantly though, understand that the only thing standing between you and a realm of dream-like euphoria is your own inhibitions. Get past them and I promise you, you'll never turn back."

That last sentence carried with it an unquestionable sense of passion, something everyone in WWE's locker already knows that Mella always brings when it comes to topping. But this aspect was lost on Zelina up until Carmella's emotional speech and, following it, all of her worries melted away. The inhibitions that her mistress spoke of, Zelina suddenly couldn't remember a time when they bothered her.

Then suddenly, free from the crippling anxiety that had been troubling her, La Muñeca was struck by the sudden urge to reach back and spread her ass cheeks apart; to fully give herself away to The Money Mistress. It was the strangest thing; she'd never seen such an act done in person, nor had she ever done it herself. But it occurred like an epiphany, like something she felt Carmella would want and, therefore, she should act accordingly.

Most importantly though, Zelina wasn't thinking for herself. Rather, such a display was obvious that she was born to serve, and that with only the smallest amount of training so far, she was already a capable bitch. Following orders, over delivering on snatch-eating and now predicting exactly what her owner desired? Queen Z was more than promising, and with a little work, could potentially be the greatest bitch in Mella's collection.

Such was the design from the beginning though, Money Mella's masterful machination. Sure, her only purpose of coming to NXT was to claim any bitch's anal cherry, but nothing could ever be half-assed with someone as hard-working as Carmella. Adding a new bitch to her ragtag clan was always the plan, and as she began to empty the bottle of lube or, roughly half of it at least, onto Zelina's already saliva-covered sphincter, the final phase came into effect.

WWE's most fabulous wrestler did the same to her cock, drenching it in the oily substance with a sadistic grin. A couple quick strokes followed, just to ensure that her cock was coated from tip to pit before aiming at her target. One last quick steadying of herself and Carmella was off!

Even as she pressed the head of her shaft against that hole, Carmella continued to dowse everything in sight with lube. There was little regard for saving any of the bottle's contents; she'd use them all if she had to! The most important thing was ensuring the pleasure was so overwhelming that Zelina couldn't imagine a life without it. No "long game" and no desire to see the little bitch suffer out of spite for their past interactions, Carmella harbored no ill will towards Zelina, so there was no reason to make her embrace the pain.

Again, Zelina had the rest of her life to learn to love the various joys of bottoming, including becoming a bitch-made pain slut. But for now, Carmella was only concerned with making her cock addicted, which in the long run would help move her from point A to point B later, anyway. So she emptied and emptied and emptied as she pushed forward, nearly finishing the bottle off but saving just enough for later as the tip slipped inside with a comically silent "pop".

Equally as silent were both women for similar but surprisingly different reasons. Zelina was laser-focused on doing as she was told, letting out frequent deep breaths in and out, on stopping as the cock officially entered to let out a lone, pathetic whimper upon her first sodomization; the first of many. Carmella though, couldn't help but get caught up in the moment, for now, her biggest trouble was nothing more than a footnote in the book of her career of accomplishments. The second Zelina's virgin hole expanded enough to fit the tip of her cock, Carmella was no longer a cherry-less top. Like all the greats before her, she now had her very first anal cherry.

The mission Mella thought she accomplished after turning The Boss, Sasha Banks into a cock-craving super slut was finally complete. And while it would've been more satisfying to say that her first documented anal cherry came from a multi-time women's champion with a legion of internet "Stan's" backing her, taking the same from a complete unknown still felt amazing. Because at the end of the day, a terrific ass is a terrific ass, and turning it inside out before anyone else was all Carmella ever wanted, regardless of who was on the receiving end.

Eventually though, the luster wore off long enough for Carmella to resume her task, so she picked up where she left off by pumping her hips forward, pushing and pushing with all of her might to help that slick, oily shaft glide through the uncharted and untapped tunnel that was Zelina Vega's formerly virgin asshole. All the while, Queen Z, Mella's newest anal doll, couldn't help but wince and whine, far from in pain but still overwhelmed by the full feeling inside her asshole.

Zelina felt stuffed, even before Mella's thighs came in contact with her juicy and now shiny butt cheeks, which they did in no time thanks in large part to the same substance that coated her delicious ass. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, a strange mix of intensity and stimulation that almost didn't feel real. And the longer that rod stayed plunged inside her darkest depths, so too did the world around her.

Several minutes passed without a muscle moved on Mella's end and in that time, Zelina watched as her surroundings began to adjust. Twist and turn this way and that as her body as her nerves began to go haywire in response to her overloaded asshole. Nothing was painful, thankfully, and while Zelina didn't realize it, the sudden changes to the overworld were merely figments of her imagination. Illusions brought on by the extreme severity of her lower body situation.

Such a confused, mind-warped response was the reason for Mella's delay, and once enough time had passed for Zelina to come to terms with what was happening and understand it, The Money Mistress began to yank her hips in the opposite direction. No friction but no frills either; the rim of Zelina's hole clung to every inch that dared to slip away with extreme tightness, but the immense amount of lube allowed for ease-of-access inside and out.

Carmella took things slowly at first anyway, though, just to keep everything in order. When enough of her cock had been unsheathed, the work was undone, every inch being forced back inside in quick succession. Forceful, but not so strong that it would undo the good will of the slipperly substance coating everything and everyone in the vicinity. Then, she repeated the process: unsheath then shove. And then again. And then again, all the while, keeping a soft and subtle tempo.

Which truthfully, was rare for any top, let alone someone as strong and commandeering as Carmella. The Princess of Staten Island was never one for the "love-making" style of bumming. She was a real butt buster, God dammit! But, without a room of onlookers judging her performance, nothing was stopping from caring for that ass, pounding it at a slow, more intimate pace.

Ultimately though, Mella was looking to incite a specific response; in due time, she wanted Zelina to beg for something harder and faster. Something to really fuck her up, and while she could've initiated that kind of asshole fuckery at any point given her stranglehold on the little bitch's mind, it was that much sweeter hearing it from her. The begging beforehand, especially from a first-timer just barely coming to terms with their newfound obsession for getting their back blown out, would be to die for, and Mella would rather be damned than miss it.