slutty little fox

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I used to call her "Little Fairy" because she was really pretty, very elegant, and gentle and obedient to me. But after our first time having sex, I realized she was a completely different person in bed—sexy and horny, wanting to go at least four or five times each time. So I started calling her "Slutty Little Fox." But it wasn't so bad, because we only had sex when she came to my place. Sometimes when I wanted to have sex with her while watching music videos, or go to a hotel with her, she refused, saying she wasn't used to being out. Okay, if she's not used to it, so be it. It's more enjoyable to have sex at my place, and I can moan louder. One of the great things about having sex with her is how proactive she is. She'll actively ask for all sorts of positions, oral sex, and breast sex, and sometimes we'll even watch porn together to practice. But every time she sees anal sex or SM, she changes the channel, saying she can't accept it. After several attempts to have sex with her anus, she refused and even argued with me, so I just gave up and never brought it up again. She came to my place the weekend after the final exams, carrying a big bag. She told me to pack my clothes and come with her to a hotel for the night. Wow! She actually asked me to go to a hotel with her today? I don't know what's wrong with her... Oh well, maybe she's suddenly become a bit oblivious. I just grabbed a few clothes and stuffed them into my bag before we went out. Anyway, my place was close to the city center, and the hotel wasn't far either; we could just come back for anything we needed. She seemed to have already planned it out, skipping and hopping all the way to a computer hotel. I hesitated for a moment and asked her, "Hey, are you serious?" She glared at me and said, "Who's kidding? We're already this far and you still think I'm joking?" I quickly smiled apologetically, "No, it's just that you never wanted to book a room with me before..." She interrupted me and replied, "Just because you didn't before doesn't mean you can't now! It's my business if I'm happy, so what?" (Yeah, I don't care, how could I dare to?) I thought to myself, but didn't say it aloud. I followed her to check in and then we went upstairs together. After we got into the room and put our things down, I closed the door, and the little fox immediately started kissing me incessantly. Just as I was getting excited, my penis was getting harder and harder, almost unbearable, when the little fox suddenly pushed me away. I panicked and said, "You..." But before I could finish, the little fox slapped me hard across the face. She said expressionlessly, "Damn it, you better behave yourself. Bringing you to a room is a favor to you. If you dare to disobey or say anything you shouldn't, I'll cut off your filthy thing right now." I stood there, stunned, not reacting. How could the usually gentle little fox turn into this? And it was even stranger that I didn't resist. I guess I was also a little curious to see what tricks she was going to play... "Take off your clothes," the little fox said, while starting to unbutton her shirt. I knew it. She was just faking it all before. She's just as thirsty at heart. Damn it! I'll fuck you until you beg for mercy. After taking off all my clothes, I couldn't wait to touch the little fox's smooth skin. Unexpectedly, she immediately turned around, squeezed my big cock hard with her left hand, and slapped me with her right hand again, this time even harder: "Fuck your mother! Don't you understand what I'm saying? I told you to behave. Do you think I wouldn't dare to cut off your filthy thing?" She said, while still squeezing hard with her left hand. I was completely stunned. The unprecedented pain in my penis made it impossible for me to think. I could only promise to be obedient before she let go of my hand. She rummaged through the large bag she had brought, threw a bunch of things at me, and said briefly, "Put them on." Looking at the things in her hands, wow! Bra, underwear, waistband... how am I supposed to put these on? "Little fox, are you kidding me? How am I supposed to put these on?" "Fuck your mother's rotten cunt! Just put them on when I tell you to, why are you talking so much nonsense?" Little fox cursed. Okay, I gave in. Bra, waistband, panties, garter belt, stockings, petticoat, dress... I put them on one by one. God, wearing these is really uncomfortable. But the sizes are all just right... Could she have planned this? No way... When did Little fox develop this habit? How come I didn't know? Little fox came over, looked at me, adjusted my clothes, and took two silk scarves to put in my bra cups to make my breasts stick out. Then she took a wig and helped me put it on, then gave me a pair of high heels. Damn it, three-inch heels!!! Before I could protest, she kicked my penis, saying expressionlessly, "Put them on." I had no choice but to obediently put them on… After I was fully dressed, she ordered me to sit in a chair, then turned to rummage through her bag; she needed to change too. When she was dressed, damn, my eyes almost popped out! She was wearing only three things: a white, sheer silk blouse, a short leather skirt 25 centimeters above the knee, and a pair of over-the-knee high-heeled leather boots. That was it, nothing else. Her 36D breasts stretched the blouse, her two red nipples standing erect, incredibly alluring even through the blouse. With every step, I could glimpse her thick pubic hair from under the short skirt, and with the boots, wow! So sexy and slutty! My penis was getting restless in my underwear again… "Come on, come with me," she said. "Huh? But I'm dressed like this... and you're dressed like that..." I hesitated. "Damn, you have a problem with that?" she said, raising an eyebrow. "No..." I backed down. "If you don't have a problem, then come with me." She pulled me out of the room. The moment the door closed, her expression changed, becoming as if we were best friends. She took my hand and we left the hotel and walked onto the street. It was winter, and her outfit would normally attract attention, let alone in the cold winter. But she didn't seem to care at all. The gazes of the crowd seemed to be caressing her. Her face was flushed, and if you looked closely, you could see traces of wetness on her inner thighs. As for me, I was already uncomfortable wearing women's clothing, and walking like this on the street made me even more ashamed. But I didn't know what to do, so I just clung to her and let her lead me. She led me into an MTV. The waiters, both men and women, all stared at us, at my mismatched clothes, and at her sexy and provocative attire. She pulled me along to the counter and asked the clerk, "Hey, do you have any porn? Find us one." The waiters' eyes were still on her. She suddenly turned around and yelled, "Damn, never seen a woman before? Get back to work!! You're asking for it!" Not only me, but all the waiters were startled and obediently turned back to their work. When the hostess led us into the private room, during the break before the movie started, Little Fox pulled out a rope from somewhere and tied my hands behind my back; she lifted my skirt up to my waist and pulled down my underwear, exposing my penis. She laughed and said to me, "Let's wait and see how your little penis reacts." As the intertwined bodies in the movie became more and more intense, my body grew hot, especially my erect penis, which was swollen and about to burst. But with my hands tied behind my back, I couldn't even masturbate to release my pent-up desire. The lewd little fox just watched me with a half-smile, occasionally reaching out to rub my glans. This action didn't relieve me; instead, it made me even more uncomfortable. Finally, the movie ended, and the little fox untied the ropes for me. I was about to walk out in my high heels when she grabbed me and whispered with a smile, "Don't rush, wait a bit before going out. Come with me first." She pulled me towards the restroom... yes, the women's restroom!! When we first went in, there was no one inside. She pushed me into one of the stalls, locked the door, tied my hands behind my back to the toilet tank, lifted my skirt, pulled down my underwear, and gently stroked my penis, saying, "Good boy, let's have some fun here first!" She spread her legs, straddled me, and positioned her already overflowing vagina over my glans. The wet, warm feeling made me want to hug her and thrust, but my hands were not free to move, so I could only release my urges with moans. She placed her hands on my shoulders, swaying her body while watching me with half-closed eyes. Suddenly, she increased the speed of her movements, intensifying the stimulation on me. I felt an urge to scream to release my excitement; but at the same time, I heard someone enter and close the door in the next bathroom, forcing me to suppress my voice. The little fox noticed my odd behavior and whispered in my ear, "What's wrong? Want to scream? Scream... release it... Aren't you the one who loves to moan the most? Hmm?" Although her actions excited me, I bit my lip to keep from screaming. The sounds of women's footsteps and urination from the next bathroom, combined with the stimulation from the little fox's movements, soon made me ejaculate. After wiping away the vaginal fluid and semen, the little fox also cleaned me up, saying, "I'll let you off the hook for now. We'll play more when we get back." She smiled at me before untying my ropes. At this point, I was completely lost in thought. I no longer wanted to resist; instead, I was somewhat excited to see what strange ideas she would come up with next, which actually excited me. Back in the hotel room, she made me take off my clothes, but I was still wearing garters, stockings, and high heels. The little fox herself took off her short leather skirt and shirt, leaving only her boots on, and then pulled a pair of black lace panties from her bag and put them on. She smiled at me, beckoned me with her finger, and gestured for me to go into the bathroom with her. Although confused, since...Since she was the mistress, I did as she said. As I walked into the bathroom in my high heels, I found her sitting on the toilet urinating. To my surprise, she hadn't taken off her underwear, and as a result, her lace panties were visibly soaked. While I stood there dumbfounded, she finished urinating and was slowly pulling down her underwear. I wondered: Was she a little too excited and not quite right in the head? Before I could get an answer, she called me over, grabbed my hair, and forced my face close to her genitals, saying curtly, "Lick it clean." I hesitated, wondering if I'd misheard, when her boot kicked me in the stomach. I turned to look at her face; she was staring at me expressionlessly. Okay, I'd already done it, so I might as well continue. Enduring the pungent smell of urine, I stuck out my tongue and licked her urethra and vaginal opening. To be honest, the smell was awful—sour and salty, and quite pungent—it almost made me nauseous. However, under her forceful pressure, I reluctantly licked off the remaining urine. When I looked up to indicate I was done, she asked with a smile, "How was it? Did you like my pee?" "No, it tasted awful..." I answered truthfully. "No good? How could that be? It must be because you don't know how to appreciate delicious food." Saying this, she picked up the black panties and shook them. "It's okay, I'll just put this delicious little panty in your mouth, you'll get used to it soon." Good heavens, so she deliberately got it wet just for this? Just a few licks and the taste was unbearable, let alone a panty completely soaked in urine? I immediately corrected myself: "I...I'm sorry, I misspoke. Your urine is a delicacy, incredibly sweet!" "Oh, really? Then why did you say that..." I quickly said, "I was nervous, so I misspoke." "Oh, is that so..." She paused, and I nodded to show that was exactly what she meant. "Well then, it's your good fortune to have this delicacy in your mouth. I'm sure you won't object, right?" Looking at the sly smile on her lips, I suddenly had a feeling: I really felt like a little rabbit being played by a fox... She stuffed the urine-smelling underwear into my mouth and tied a silk scarf around my head to secure it in. The sour taste in my mouth...the fishy smell in my nose...sigh, I really don't know what I am now... She pushed me out of the bathroom, led me to the bedside, tied my hands to the bedside table, making me bend over with my butt sticking up high. With the three-inch heels, my little butt sticking up even higher. She then tied my feet to the legs at the bottom of the low cabinet; in short, I was now bound in an immobile and extremely uncomfortable position. After tying me up, she walked towards her bag. I forced my head to the side, searching for her out of the corner of my eye. In that glance, I saw her pull a whip from the bag; the handle was shaped like a penis, about 20 centimeters long and 4 centimeters thick. Seeing this, my heart began to chill, and I silently prayed that she was just putting on an act. I lowered my head weakly, listening to her footsteps as she approached behind me. "Baby, be good, I'll take good care of you!" she said in a sweet voice. When she lashed out with the first lash, if I hadn't been completely tied to the low cabinet, I would have jumped up immediately! My God, she really went all out with that! With my mouth stuffed with underwear, I couldn't even groan; I could only manage a few weak sounds from my throat with each lash landing on my buttocks to express the pain and protest. She seemed to get more excited the more she hit me and the more I cried out in pain… lashing me again and again without stopping… At that moment, I suddenly hated myself. Why did I always deliberately show her SM comics and novels when I knew she didn't like SM stuff? Now, she'd suddenly changed her ways, using all those things on me… After about seventy or eighty lashes, the little fox finally stopped. To be honest, my eyes were full of tears at that moment, I almost burst into tears on the spot… After the little fox stopped, she placed the whip on the bed beside her, then leaned over to me. She gently drew circles on my spine with her fingertips, one of my sensitive areas. Waves of tingling sensations rose up, and my body involuntarily twitched. The twitching caused the muscles in my buttocks to tremble as well. The welts from the whipping felt like burns, forcing me to clench my lower body tightly, hoping the tension would relieve some of the pain. She noticed my reaction and asked, "It hurts, doesn't it?" I nodded in response, though I could only nod and couldn't speak. She moved her lips to my buttocks and gently kissed them a few times. Just as I felt a slight relief, she switched her soft lips to her hands. When her fingernails scratched the bruises on my buttocks, my entire body tensed up from the excruciating pain. Then she actually asked, "Does this hurt a lot?" Her tone was so innocent and pure. At that moment, I really wanted to curse: "Damn it, if you were tied up like this and whipped dozens of times, and then played with like this, you'd know how much it hurts..." "Be good, okay? I'll go get the medicine," she said, getting up to rummage through her things. I thought to myself: "Thank goodness, at least she knew this would happen and prepared some medicine. Please, this is enough, I'm going crazy!" Hearing her return and the sound of her pouring something into her hand, I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, "This ordeal is finally over." Wait, why is her finger sliding across my butt crack? Just as I was about to turn my head to see what was going on, she suddenly inserted her finger into my anus, as if applying something. A strange sensation washed over me; I could clearly feel something clamped between my sphincter muscles. It didn't hurt, and the slight spasm was somewhat comfortable, but it still felt off. I let out a muffled groan and twisted my buttocks in protest. "Come on, I'll apply the lubricant so we can play the next game." Lubricant? In my anus? I thought of the handle of a whip… No way? A bad feeling rose in my heart… Suddenly, I felt something round and cool slide down my spine from my neck to my lower body. Instinctively, I turned my head to see what it was, but first I glimpsed the empty bed. Empty? Where's the whip? At the same time, a tearing pain shot through my anus! It felt like someone was cutting open my skin with a knife, then reaching inside and forcefully tearing it apart... I let out a deep groan, tears streaming down my face, my lower body trembling as if it weren't my own; but strangely, my penis started to harden. The little fox stroked my erect penis, saying in a very happy tone, "Baby, haven't you always wanted to play anal sex? I'll help you. Be good, the little glans has only just entered your asshole, don't get too excited! Heh..." I shook my head desperately, groaning, and twisting my hips trying to get rid of the dildo. But the twisting caused the muscles near my anus and the glans of the dildo to tear at each other, causing even greater pain! My legs trembled more violently, and my penis became even harder... I had to stop twisting my lower body to avoid causing myself more pain. Seeing this, she laughed even more happily. She gently gripped the handle and twirled it, saying, "You're so excited? It wouldn't be good to keep you waiting too long..." Before she finished speaking, she forcefully shoved the entire handle into my anus, the 20-centimeter-long dildo almost entirely inside! My eyes widened, but I couldn't utter a sound. My entire lower body was overwhelmed by pain, almost losing all feeling. However, my penis was more swollen than usual, and the glans was engorged, dripping with secretions. "Is it fun? Feeling good, right?" Damn it! I was almost fainting from the pain, and that bitch was asking so casually. I was going crazy. She untied my hands from the low cabinet, twisted them behind my back, and tied them up. Then she loosened the ropes binding my legs and pulled me onto the bed, making me lie on my back. As soon as I lay down, the muscles in my buttocks pulled on the dildo deep inside my anus, tugging at my sphincter muscles. It was nothing but tearing pain... I couldn't help but frown and let out a painful sound. She lay down beside me, scratching my chest and abdomen with her fingernails, saying, "Don't do that, frowning doesn't look good. Hmm, I know, you must still want to play!" Oh God, I don't want to play anymore!!! She ignored my desperate shaking of my head, continuing to rub my erect nipples. Under her rubbing, I gradually relaxed, experiencing a slight pleasure, my breathing becoming a little short. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling, completely forgetting the pain in my lower body. Suddenly, a sharp pain swept away all my previous sensations. She produced two clothespins from somewhere, biting my nipples tightly. I protested with a series of groans, but she smiled slightly at me and said softly, "Wait a minute, I still need to dress up your little cock." She took a red ribbon, tightly wrapped it around the base of my penis, and even tied a bow! My already swollen penis was now even more engorged, turning a purplish-red color, making me almost faint. "Alright, get up, it's time for a walk." The little fox said, pulling me out of bed and leading me forward. I barely endured the pain in my lower body, taking small steps to follow her towards the door. Before I could even stand properly, she opened the door and pushed me outside, then quickly...She closed the door, latched the chain, and then opened it a crack. Even if I had managed to stand, it wouldn't have mattered. To resist the constant pain emanating from my anus, all my muscles were tense, and with my hands tied behind my back, I had no way to maintain my balance. Therefore, as soon as she pushed me out the door, I collapsed to the ground. The moment she closed the door, I suddenly felt no pain, only a feeling that I was about to collapse. Fortunately, she immediately opened the door again, and I felt as if I had regained my breath and life. She said to me through the door, "Stand up, quickly." I struggled to my feet, but moving in high heels was very inconvenient; I often felt like I was twisting my ankle. Without my hands for support, it took me quite a while to stand up. I thought she would let me into the room after I stood up, but her next words were: "Walk to the other end of the corridor and come back." I looked at her suspiciously, and she glared at me angrily, saying, "What are you looking at? If you don't walk, you're not coming in. If you dawdle any longer, I won't care if others see you." She then gave a cold laugh. Hearing her say that, I was genuinely worried about being seen by others. That wouldn't just be embarrassing, it would be unbearable to live with! So, I slowly took a step forward, accompanied by the pain from the clothespins on my nipples that twitched with every breath, and the excruciating whip on my buttocks. Strangely enough, I slowly dragged myself to the end of the corridor. As I prepared to turn back, I suddenly had a desire, hoping that someone would see me like this. The pain in my anus began to turn into a kind of pleasure, a really strange feeling... When I finally returned to the door, Little Fox had already opened it. Ignoring the pain, I immediately slipped into the room. As soon as I relaxed, I ejaculated, spraying all over the carpet. My body convulsed, and I felt a kind of pleasure in a daze.

The little fox closed the door, walked to my side, and untied the ropes binding my hands. She removed the clothespins that had pinched my nipples until they were red and flat, untied the silk scarf, and took out the underwear that reeked of urine from my mouth. She asked, "How do you feel now?" I just gasped for breath, not knowing how to answer. She twirled the whip tip in her hand, then suddenly pulled downwards, pulling the dildo-shaped handle out of my anus. In that instant, I felt as if something was missing from my lower body, a little empty, and I could still feel the sphincter muscles of my anus opening and closing, as if searching for the object that had just been bitten, unwilling to forget that feeling. She untied the ribbon wrapped around the base of my penis, and my erect penis immediately went limp. She straddled me, leaned over, and asked, "So, was SM fun? Was anal sex fun?" I wanted to shake my head and tell her I didn't want to do it anymore, that I would never do it again. But my body didn't seem to think so. The afterglow of my recent orgasm still lingered, a feeling I'd never experienced before. Even now, despite the physical pain and mental humiliation, I found that the more I suppressed the humiliation, the greater the excitement became. So, I nodded in response. She smiled brightly and asked, "Want to play again?" I nodded without hesitation. "Hehe, we can play again another time. Now, take off your stockings and high heels and take a good shower." She helped me stand up; my legs were still trembling. Finally, I sat on the edge of the bed, the pressure on my buttocks causing the whip marks and the pain in my anus to surge up again. Barely managing to endure the slight pain, I said to her, "Playing is fine, but you went too far!" She slapped me again, but only lightly touched my cheek, saying innocently, "How can a real queen not hit hard, right?" How was I supposed to answer that? She shook her head, took off her garter belt, stockings, and high heels; she also took off her boots, helped me, and we went into the bathroom together for a bath… After that, SM and anal sex became an important part of my sex life with Little Fox. Of course, it wasn't always me who was so pitiful, being played by her for fun. The position of master was rotated, that's fair, don't you think?

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