The Blue Willlow pattern found on blue-and-white porcelain tells the story of an angry father pursuing his daughter who is eloping with a commoner. Numerous versions of the story can be found online and in print, but they omit the more salacious details. Mine, as you might expect, does not ;)
All characters are 18 or over.
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Once, long ago, a cruel and greedy old Chinese mandarin lived in a magnificent pagoda with his beautiful young daughter, Koong Shee. Koong Shee's mother had died in childbirth and she had been raised by an elderly housekeeper, largely ignored by her father. The embittered mandarin blamed Koong Shee for her mother's untimely death and treated her with barely-concealed disdain.
The pagoda was surrounded by elegant gardens, bounded on one side by a deep, fast-flowing river and on the other by a high, unscalable wall. Koong Shee was never permitted to leave the grounds. The pagoda was her luxurious gilded prison and the birds who made their nests in the fruit and willow trees were her only friends.
Koong Shee would save crusts of bread and pork rinds for the turtle doves and they would wait for her on her window ledge in the mornings, serenading her with their sweet song and perching on her long, elegant fingers to preen their feathers.
On the day that Koong Shee reached marriageable age, the mandarin burst into her rooms as her maid was helping her from her bath. The maid hurried to fetch Koong Shee's silk robe but the old man snatched it from her and snapped, "Leave us!" Terrified, the maid cast the naked Koong Shee an apologetic glance and hastened from the room. Alone with his nubile daughter, whom he had not seen unclothed since infancy, the mandarin licked his lips lasciviously.
Damp tendrils of glossy black hair had escaped from the sticks securing it on top of her head. Her face was heart-shaped with a tip-tilted nose and a small pointed chin. The girl's ivory skin was a little flushed from her bath but its smooth, flawless perfection was plain to be seen. Her limbs were willowy and her ankles and wrists slender and fine-boned. Her dark eyes were downcast in embarrassment as her father's eyes explored every inch of her lovely body. Koong Shee clasped her arms across her naked breasts and pussy but the old man slapped them impatiently away
Her breasts were tiny and conical, tipped by little nipples of a translucent pink. Beneath the skin was a delicate tracery of blue veins. The mandarin reached out and took them in his fingers, squeezing the soft flesh. Koong Shee flinched at his touch but her nipples hardened involuntarily and pressed into her father's palms. Of course no man had ever touched her breasts before and as he flicked his thumbs over her erect buds she felt a tingle between her thighs. The old man laughed and, as if he read her thoughts, slid his hands down her body, over her flat belly and narrow, almost boyish hips. He cupped her mons with its thatch of black hair in his left hand and then slid his middle finger along her moistening slit, finally circling her clit so she gasped and stiffened.
He laughed again and rolled the sensitive nub in his fingers, grabbing her left buttock in his right hand as he probed at her slippery folds while she squirmed uncomfortably and tried to twist away.
"Hold still, girl," he snapped, pushing the finger between her labia and into her tight, virginal cunt. "Mmmmm," he crooned, "so very tight. Ta Jin will be very pleased with you."
Koong Shee's eyes had been screwed tight shut in pain as the mandarin forced his finger into her little hole but they sprang open at his words.
"Ta Jin?" she whispered.
"Yes, little bird," her father replied, now pumping his finger in and out of her so her juices began to seep from her pussy. "I have promised you in marriage to my merchant friend, Ta Jin."
"But, Father," protested the girl, "Ta Jin is seventy years old and ugly as sin!" A tear trickled down her pretty cheek and dripped onto the slope of her little breast.
"Yes," grinned the mandarin. He licked the tear from her nipple and felt her body tremble in response. His cock had reared up between his legs while he finger-fucked his lovely daughter and pre-cum bloomed at the tip as he savoured his control over her. "He is one of my oldest friends and obscenely wealthy. He will make an excellent match for my little bird."
He withdrew his finger and lifted it to her face, forcing it between her full rosy lips to make her taste her juices.
"He will wait upon us tomorrow and, when I have agreed with him a price for you, you will be formally betrothed. The wedding will take place when the willow blossom falls from the trees."
Koong Shee suppressed a sob as her father smirked.
"Girl!" he shouted suddenly, making Koong Shee jump violently. The servant girl hurried back into the room. The mandarin gestured at Koong Shee's pubic hair. "This has to go. My daughter meets her bridegroom tomorrow and her pussy must be smooth and hairless. Fetch the hot wax." The girl bowed her head and ran, flustered, from the room, with the mandarin on her heels.
Koong Shee collapsed, sobbing, on her gold silk day-bed.
That night both Koong Shee and her father lay awake into the early hours: Koong Shee consumed with fear and trepidation at the prospect of meeting with Ta Jin on the morrow, and also troubled by the unfamiliar sensuous feeling of the silk sheets sliding over her newly-smooth mons as she tossed and turned; the mandarin stroking his erect penis as he remembered the feel of his daughter's hard nipples in his hands and beneath his tongue and the tight clutch of her pussy around his finger. Since his wife's death he had fucked only cheap whores, and then rarely, and his daughter's beautiful body had enflamed long-suppressed desires. His fist moved rapidly as he pictured her naked on her wedding night, his old friend Ta Jin advancing towards her. He closed his eyes and in the mental picture Ta Jin's face morphed into his own, contorted in lust as he rammed his dick into Koong Shee's slick pussy. With a roar, he ejaculated, ropes of semen spattering his shrunken, elderly chest.
He slept then, while Koong Shee lay still wakeful in the darkness.
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The merchant Ta Jin was meticulous in all things and arrived punctually the following morning to view the goods he planned to purchase from the mandarin. Ta Jin had a reputation as a man who drove a hard bargain and the mandarin had exhorted Koong Shee to prepare herself with scrupulous care for this important meeting, to ensure her worth could not be disputed.
Consequently, she had risen at dawn and her maidservant had anointed every inch of her skin with sweet-smelling oils, painted her face to enhance her natural beauty, brushed her hair to a smooth, mirror-like sheen, and dressed her in her finest silk robes with no undergarments. When the mandarin summoned her to serve tea, his old friend was at first struck dumb by her loveliness. The mandarin noted his slack-jawed admiration and mentally added another zero to the sum he planned to extract from the groom.