【Heart Fire】(1)

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My phone rang, or rather, it vibrated, stirring up a burning desire within me. It must be

my boyfriend doing. I still need to take notes! And he calls me at this hour, especially since I'm sitting in

the front row. I can't write anything anymore. My legs are shaking uncontrollably. I cross my legs, left leg over right, then

right small feet, encased in black stockings

, trembling incessantly on the heels of my peep-toe heels. As the saying goes, "Men who shake their legs become poor, women who shake their legs become cheap," and the thing that's making my heart pound like a cat's claws is

the Bluetooth vibrator right inside my vagina.

Finally, the class ended amidst this torment. I grabbed my bag, which I'd already packed under the professor's nose, and

strode out of the classroom with a swift, yet graceful, swaying gait. I quickly turned into the corner restroom, and as soon as I closed the stall

, my legs went weak. Above the toilet bowl, a well-maintained, pinkish-black flower stamen

hung from a vibrating egg, its surface covered in sticky fluid, trembling in the air.

A chain connected it to a clitoral ring, causing my body to quiver involuntarily. This wretched little thing

had just been released from my vagina along with the secretions of my orgasm. This phone-controlled vibrator was a gift from my

husband ; he had even set it to automatically vibrate upon receiving calls or messages. I bit my bag tightly to

suppress any moans of pleasure. My husband especially loved hearing me moan; he said my cries could get any man nearby an erection.

Once I had finally calmed down, I pulled my phone out of my bag. Sure enough, it was a text from my husband telling me to hurry

home and pick up something on the way. Home meant our rented apartment in a residential area not far from the

school, a five-minute bike ride away. So, I quickly put the little rascal back in, adjusted

my garter belt, and went downstairs to get my bicycle. Of course I wasn't wearing underwear. My husband said it was for fun, and a woman as greedy

as naturally didn't want to. Of course, I wore a bra; I didn't want my breasts to sag at such a young age.

The mountain bike seat was so hard and small, it sank right into my crotch, and with the foreign object in my vagina, it

felt like I was riding on a dildo. Every lap was a thrill. In the throes of pleasure, I

arrived at a sex shop, the place my husband had asked me to pick up something. We mostly

bought our sex toys there, like the sexy bra I was wearing now, with a slit in the middle. Because of the orgasm I'd just had and

the stimulation along the way, my nipples were hard as peeks out from the slit, forming

noticeable . My husband had told me to pick up the fox tail anal plug we'd ordered earlier.

The owner wasn't young, but he was full of energy. As soon as I entered, he came over, pinching my nipple through my

clothes and reaching under my skirt with the other to caress my labia. "It's always

this , the car seat is soaked," the boss said with a laugh, while using his fingers to pull my lower body towards his

crotch, his hand that had been pinching my nipples now reaching behind me to grab my plump buttocks and insert his middle finger into my anus

. "I'll help you clean it out, so it'll be easier to install the tail later."

"I'm in a hurry, he's rushing me, next time." I had to use one hand to hold against his chest and the other to grab his hair

to stop his tongue from invading my neck.

"Look, it's gotten this big since it heard you were coming to pick up the goods." The boss took his hand off his head and

placed it on his penis, I could feel its hardness even through his pants, "You have to help me reduce

the swelling ."

His fingers, which had just been pulled out of my anus, teased my tongue in my mouth, and as my shoulders were pressed down, I

spread my legs, exposing my vulva, and half-heartedly squatted down. He pulled down the zipper, and a hot sausage sprang to

my face. To save time, I sucked on his dark red glans a couple of times, slowly taking it all the way in, and then

began to suck his penis wildly, moving my head back and forth rapidly. "Damn, you're getting

better and better, you little bitch," the boss shouted, tilting his head back, his cock continuing to go in and out of my throat. Just as I was about

to ejaculate, a motorcycle came up and stopped at the shop entrance. The boss quickly pulled his cock out, and I

was dragged by the hair and crawled behind the counter like a bitch.

While I was still in shock, I heard someone say, "Isn't that that little slut's bike? You

can tell just by the smell of the slut on the seat." It was obvious that I was notorious in this neighborhood. It's all my husband's fault; he not only likes

to hear women moan, but he also makes them moan towards the window, which has resulted in notes being stuck on the door.

"She just left the bike here," the boss replied guiltily. We chatted idly with the person who came in, talking about how

I wore a sheer veil to take out the trash and how I hung clothes out to dry on the balcony in a bikini. They even mentioned someone swearing

they saw me masturbating on the rooftop. Of course, it's all true; her husband likes to do it, and of course, I enjoy

it too.

"You and her seem to have a good relationship." The conversation continued.

"Since we've been delayed, let's keep playing around," I thought mischievously as I listened to their banter. So,

ignoring the boss's attempts to dodge, I unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down to my ankles. Then, I grabbed his still-erect

penis with one hand and rubbed his testicles with the other. My nimble tongue kept stimulating his glans, licking around

the coronal sulcus , then licking from the glans down to the scrotum, sucking on his testicles

and playing with them, then sucking on the glans again. After repeating this several times, his entire penis was covered in my

saliva and looked shiny.

"They're just doing this for business."

The woman with her ponytail moved her head back and forth on the man's waist.

"Did they even get to his pussy, haha?"

Her hands encircled the boss's hard buttocks, her fingers pressing against his rough anus.

"I got it into your mouth," the shop owner said, already used to my pranks. As he said this, he even

shoved the semen down my throat until my nose touched his stomach.

The man was taken aback when he heard the owner say this, then laughed, thinking the owner was joking. Little did he know that the owner

was actually leaning forward while laughing, and really getting the sticky semen into my mouth.

By the time the passerby left, I had swallowed all the semen. I squeezed

the penis in my hand a few times with my fingers, licked the white foam that oozed from the urethra into my mouth, and winked at the owner as if to say,

"So delicious."

When I came out of the sex shop, my clothes, wet with saliva, clung to my firm breasts, making my cleavage faintly visible.

Although it looked tempting, it wasn't comfortable, and I needed to hurry home so my husband wouldn't wait too long. Everyone

probably thinks my boyfriend treated me like a toy and "trained" me with the shop owner, right? Of course not. Although he brought me to

buy a lot of things and played many seductive games, from initially letting the shop owner see my underwear

, to making me strip naked and try on sexy lingerie in front of him, he was always watching

. In his eyes, I was his possession. Even though I'd slept with countless other women before we started dating

(I bet there were plenty of photos and videos of us having sex), even though we'd agreed to have our own space, he still

insisted I be his girlfriend. Maybe he wanted me to agree to be his girlfriend so he could enjoy the thrill of defeating others.

Since she loves to play around so much, why would she need a boyfriend to tie her down? First, he's vigorous and has a

variety of tricks up his sleeve, constantly offering new and exciting experiences, at least keeping her entertained. Second, having a boyfriend reduces the need for

endless, pointless requests for dates, and besides, men like to cheat, and are more sexually attracted to other men's girlfriends. For women

, infidelity is also a wonderful aphrodisiac. The sex shop owner is just one of my prey. Ever since

I demonstrated the use of anal plugs a few days ago (the fox tail was the one I ordered this time), my husband has been encouraging me to try out

vibrators , wanting to see the owner's sour grapes reaction. But little did he know I'd already used the owner for masturbation

. I wonder how he'll "toughen" me if he finds out. Every time he discovers my "affair" (can it even be called an affair?)

, he gets especially excited and "toughens" me even more (that's his exact words). At those times, I always feel

incredibly aroused and can't recover for days. That's one of the reasons I accepted him.

Reaching the doorway, my lustful thoughts stopped, but my damp collar felt increasingly uncomfortable. So I decided to take off my coat.

Naturally, I couldn't take the elevator, but luckily, I rarely take the stairs, and since it's during work hours, I shouldn't run into

anyone. Isn't that the thrill of exposure? Now, in the stairwell, a beautiful sprite dances,

her upper body clad only in a thin, transparent bra, her nipples, like stamens, stubbornly

peeking out from the central slit. A black lace garter belt around her waist connects to

black crystal stockings covering her smooth, long, beautiful legs. If anyone is lucky enough to walk up the stairs, they can see an alluring

slit glistening with moisture. Whenever the sunlight shines on her,

a metallic gleam appears between her legs—the reflection of her clitoral ring and vibrating egg chain.

I, in my high-heeled black peep-toe heels, stride up the steps, my hips

swaying to maintain balance. The little devil inside my vagina, under this alternating pressure, creates another kind of stimulation.

My bag is slung over my shoulder, and I hold an anal plug in my hand, constantly flicking my breasts, buttocks, and thighs with the fox tail, leaving

faint red marks that further accentuate my snow-white, delicate skin. The thought of how long I'd been delayed, and

how torment me, sent a surge of heat through my lower body. My vagina became even wetter, and I felt some fluid

trickling down my inner thighs; a few drops might have even spilled onto the floor.

I rushed home, peeking around to make sure no one was watching, then quickly rang

the doorbell . The thrill of exposure was exhilarating, but the embarrassment of being seen by someone on the same floor dressed like this was still unbearable. Although

my overflowing desires wouldn't refuse anyone's entry, the saying "a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow"

still applies; it's better to be careful to avoid unnecessary trouble. Damn it, why isn't the door open yet after all this? I'm

really nervous now, feeling my bladder throbbing. If someone I know sees me peeing, it'll be a huge stench. I

frantically rummaged through my bag for a while before finding my keys, quickly opened the door, and slipped inside. Just as I closed the door, I

thought I heard the elevator ding. I wonder if the person who came saw the white light flashing towards the elevator entrance as the door closed

.

With the climax of finger massage, I released the large amount of urine produced by the tension, took out my little rascal that had

been with me for half a day, and looking at the sticky secretions emanating a lewd aura, I couldn't help

but stick out my tongue. I walked back to the living room, licking the vibrator like it was a lollipop, only then realizing that I hadn't noticed my husband wasn't home because I was in such

a hurry relieve myself. Looking down, I saw a note on the sofa with some items on it, written in

my husband's handwriting: "Wear these, lie face down with your butt facing the door." "Ugh," I thought to myself, and then

started fiddling with the things my husband had placed there. A gag in the same red color, a corset, elbow handcuffs, and boots. Looks like

my husband wants some excitement again.

So, after touching up my makeup and resting a bit, I started getting dressed as instructed. I didn't need the corset and garter belt,

but I kept the stockings. I put on the boots, and as for the elbow handcuffs, I could only wear them behind my back, which was a bit difficult,

but I had practiced. First, I had to fasten the gag. I knelt on the prepared mat as instructed (my husband is so

thoughtful ), and it was quite comfortable with my upper body supported by the sofa. To add a little surprise, I

put on the fox tail. My anus was fully stretched, and the stimulation was incomparable to the little finger the boss had used earlier.

This I didn't insert anything into my vagina. My empty pussy, empty all day, longed for a big cock that the little rascal couldn't compare to.

What I needed now was a direct penetration, without any more obstacles.

With each thrust of my big white buttocks, the fine hairs of the drooping fox tail gently caressed my slit, intensifying my

desire .

"Husband, why aren't you back yet? God, please just give me any man!" Just as I was

muttering this through my gag, the doorbell rang.

"What's going on? Can't you open the door yourself?"

The person outside seemed to be deliberately uncooperative, pausing for a moment instead of opening the door and continuing to ring the doorbell.

"He must be doing this on purpose, teasing me," I thought bitterly.

Finally, I heard the key turn in the lock. I impatiently shook my hips against the doorway, letting out

muffled moans.

Clang! I heard the key fall to the ground. "They're really in a hurry," I thought, sticking my butt out even higher.

It didn't go all the way in as I'd imagined. For a few seconds, it seemed like nothing happened.

I was bursting with pent-up desire; my throat was churning. If my mouth hadn't been gagged, I definitely would have screamed and begged,

"Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Just as I was about to collapse, a pair of trembling, large hands finally touched my peach-like buttocks.

After caressing them for a while, they gripped my flesh tightly, as if trying to squeeze out water. These two hands gripped my buttocks...

After his devilish claws pried open, closed, rotated, and kneaded several times, he finally seemed to make up his mind, lifting my fox tail

and

spreading my plump buttocks as wide as possible. A hot, hard rod touched my already incredibly wet vulva, then slowly pushed it deeper until a ring of belly flesh pressed against my fox tail, and the plug

went a little further into my rectum. In an instant, the feeling of being filled from both front and back left my mind blank.

Unlike the powerful thrusts of the past, today my husband moved patiently, gently penetrating from the entrance of my vagina to the very end, enjoying

the high-temperature pressure inside, then slowly withdrawing until it was stuck on my labia, feeling the tingling sensation of the folds of flesh and the glans

intersecting in opposite directions . But this gentleness could not quell the heat in my heart. I actively moved my buttocks, while

trying to turn around and urge him with my eyes. But as soon as I made a movement, he grabbed my ponytail, pulling me up and forcing me to raise my head. The saliva

that had already been lost from urination flowed from the gag down my chin and then dripped down in a silvery stream. My breasts,

already slightly red from being pressed under my body, were exposed to the air. A large hand reached up from behind and caressed these adorable, white

mounds of flesh, then began to squeeze them, feeling their elasticity. Fingers alternately pinched the already hardened nipples,

then pulled hard, occasionally squeezing both nipples together.

Perhaps sensing my impatience, the person behind me released my breasts, grabbed the handcuffs, and increased the speed.

Each thrust brought out a large amount of vaginal fluid, soaking my buttocks

. Waves of flesh rippled outwards from the point of impact with my stomach. My firm breasts bounced up and down like a pair of playful white rabbits.

It was the final moment. My upper body was limp, and I nestled in the sofa, whimpering. My

waist, cinched even smaller by the corset, was pressed down so that my buttocks would stick out even higher. My vagina, sensing the burning pulse of the penis

, responded with even stronger contractions. The person behind me hesitated for a moment, then suddenly pulled out

the tail that had been stuffed into my anus, and before it could close, shoved his penis inside. The well-lubricated shaft quickly disappeared

into my rectum. This sudden attack made me scream, but due to the gag, it only produced a whimper.

Accompanied by a burning sensation that seemed to shoot into my stomach, my lower body tightened, and I could feel the liquid bursting out of my vagina like

a shower.

After a spasm, my hazy consciousness gradually returned, and I felt a fat

body pressing down on my back, panting heavily in my ear. Although the fleshy body felt quite comfortable, it was still too heavy, especially

my hands, which were handcuffed behind my back and were painfully twisted. Suddenly, I felt something was wrong, so I opened my blurry eyes

and turned my head to look in the direction of the breathing. A familiar face came into view—it wasn't my husband.

"It's the landlord," I thought vaguely, twisting my body that was being pressed down, making

muffled , trying to wake the landlord, "Get up quickly, your husband came back sometime ago."

Perhaps hearing my inner screams, the landlord finally moved. When he turned his head and saw my flushed

face staring at him with wide eyes, he was clearly a little panicked. He quickly whispered in my ear, "I didn't mean to."

"You did it on purpose, huh?"

Blinking and gesturing for the gag to be removed, the landlord seemed to understand and said, "I'll take it off for you, but

don't shout." I nodded in agreement.

At first, I didn't know how, and after a while, I finally managed to get it off. I blurted out, "When did you get here?"

As soon as I said it, I regretted it. I had been doing this to myself for so long without even realizing it; no wonder he always called me an idiot.

The landlord looked embarrassed too, and while helping me unlock the handcuffs, he said, "Your husband sent me to collect the rent..."

"Why don't you leave quickly? My husband might be back anytime soon, and it'll be troublesome if he sees you." I interrupted him.

"He said you..." He wanted to say something more.

"Hurry up and go, we'll talk next time," I said, not giving him a chance to continue, as I crawled past him naked,

picked up his keys, and tossed them to him.

The landlord, who was still pulling up his pants, was stunned when he heard me say that. He turned his head and saw

white foam coming out of his pink anus between his two white labia.

"I... okay then," the landlord finally finished dressing under my urging, and as he left, he was still saying things like, "You're so beautiful

," and "I couldn't help myself."

I finally got rid of the landlord before my husband came back, and I had to get ready. Damn it,

the semen the landlord had ejaculated into my anus started to leak out. I grabbed an anal plug to plug it up. This anal plug usually sat on the coffee table, a string of

anal beads arranged in an arc from small to large. That's when I noticed my phone flashing on the coffee table. I opened it and saw a message from my husband:

"Xiaomei, I thought you'd be back soon, but looks like I won't. I might have to stay up all night in the lab.

Eat by yourself. P.S. The landlord's coming to collect rent, you pay first. Honey." This was

during ; no wonder I sensed that little rascal had been acting up.

"The landlord's coming to collect rent"—did he mean "He said you're home"?

The landlord did come to collect rent, practically stuffing it into my vagina. Looks like I'll have to wait until next time.

Pulling my thoughts back, I'm actually a little hungry. The exercise just now burned quite a bit of energy. But where should I

eat ?

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