My wife works at a karaoke bar.

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My wife wore a sweater today, one of those trendy ones from Taobao. It was tied at the neck, sleeveless, and completely bare from the back down, clearly showing her cleavage. The sides were also just touching, and the hem was very short, barely covering her genitals. This sweater wasn't overtly revealing, but it made it even more revealing and easy to wear. I also had her wear a thong underneath, with a single thread in the back and an open crotch in the front, for added visual impact. Even my wife liked it. Paired with red stilettos, she was all set up and went to work.

Because my wife is so attractive, she's never been turned away from a room since she started working there. If you go late, you miss your chance. That day, just after eight o'clock, my wife went to try out rooms with her friends. Of course, her outfit once again gave the staff a good look.

But this time was different. Fate is a strange thing. This time, my wife ran into someone she knew—not someone she knew in real life, but the owner she'd had sex with many times before. Actually, it was only a matter of time before we met. When my wife worked at the club, it was he who introduced me to it, so she'd run into him before. And this place, too, was recommended to me by him after I consulted him, which is why I brought my wife here. Meeting him here is magical, but not surprising.

When my wife and the others entered the private room, it was initially brightly lit for guests to choose their partners.

My wife walked in the middle, and as soon as she stopped, she saw him! She felt a sudden rush of energy, a warm current flowing down her thighs. Just seeing him made her incredibly excited, but she maintained a composed facade. He saw her too, just smiled, and didn't say anything. There were three other people with him; my wife didn't know their identities until later, when she learned they were his small-time contractors. One of them was having a birthday party and had brought a cake. His boss had hosted them.

A group of girls stood in a row, but they weren't choosing anyone as usual. Their host, sitting on the sofa, said, "Those who want to have fun, step forward." The leader stepped forward first, followed by two other girls. In this situation, their wife should have gone with them, but she seemed stunned, frozen in place. The leader and the other two girls were getting anxious. Usually, she would be the first to step forward in this situation, so why was she standing there?

Then, the host broke the silence, pointing at their wife and saying, "You stay too." Their wife finally reacted and stepped forward with them. The leader and the other girls thought the customer must have taken a liking to their wife; although they couldn't see behind her, the side of her breasts was faintly visible, and they finally breathed a sigh of relief. After the selection was complete, the other girls left the room.

As soon as they were out, the leader, as usual, covered the glass door with toilet paper. But their wife did something that seemed astonishing to them! She quickly took a step forward, stood before her master, and knelt down, burying her face at his feet, whispering, "Master." Her voice was soft but clear, reaching everyone's ears. In this position, her back was completely exposed, and her already short genitals slid down to her waist, leaving only a thin rope between her buttocks.

The girls were slightly surprised, but having seen it before, they weren't too shocked, assuming she was trying to create a lively atmosphere. They each chose a guest to sit beside them. However, her master's friends didn't think that way. They clearly saw her exposed, and even from the beginning, they felt excited. However, these men, who were used to having fun outside, weren't so reserved or embarrassed. One of them said to his wife's owner, "You have good taste, you picked a good one." Her owner smiled and said, "You can all have fun with the one I chose. I'll make sure you have a great time today." His wife's appearance was an unexpected surprise for him, so how could he let her go?

At this moment, his wife remained lying motionless on the ground, as if waiting for instructions. In fact, she really was waiting for instructions, and upon seeing her owner, she subconsciously obeyed.

The private room was still relatively quiet at this time. The wife's owner said, "Let's sing and drink first. It's still early, take your time."

So the man accompanying the leader went to select songs, while she opened drinks for herself. The other two men, each accompanied by beautiful women, didn't pay much attention to their wives. Although the other girls weren't dressed like their wives, they were still well-dressed, and their sensitive areas were within easy reach, so the atmosphere became lively.

At this moment, the wife's owner still didn't speak to her, but reached out and gently stroked her hair. This simple action sent a jolt of electricity through his wife's body! His hand traced down her hair, across her neck and back, then down to her buttocks. He asked, "Was that from being whipped with a belt?"

He was referring to a belt mark on her body, a mark left from the boss's harsh lashing on her first day at work, the mark still not completely faded.

"Yes, Master," she replied without looking up, remaining in the same position.

He bent down, his hand moving to her crotch, then his other hand to her breast, tugging at her nipple rings, then to her lower abdomen. He pulled hard on her thong, one end in front of the other.

"Ah!" she cried out in pain, the rope digging deep into her crotch.

This cry drew everyone's attention again, but he didn't stop there, gripping the ends tightly and rubbing them back and forth.

"Ah, ah, ahhhh," she cried out repeatedly, the rope already soaked with sweat. Tears streamed down her face, but her head was bowed to the ground, unseen by anyone. Sobs mingled with her tears. The other girls weren't worried about whether their wife could handle it; they were worried that if she couldn't, it would affect their earnings.

Seeing that their wife, despite her cries, was persevering, they breathed a sigh of relief. Noticing the strange looks from the men, she seemed to realize something and quickly said, "We can't. She's the only one here who can do these things. We can't do them, but touching her is fine." They usually took it slow and gradual, and they didn't understand why their wife seemed to be going straight to the point today.

But as long as it didn't concern them and they could make money, they didn't care what their wife did. Just as

she finished speaking, her owner added, "They'll just keep you company while you drink. Play with her if you want."

His words clearly defined their wife's role: not as someone to drink with, but as someone to play with. After saying this, he stopped what he was doing and slid his hand down to the back of his wife's neck, slowly untying the rope around her neck. The sweater immediately slipped to both sides, leaving only the hem hanging around her waist. He lifted his wife's head, brought his mouth close to her ear, and said, "I think you don't want to make money, you want to get fucked, you want to be played with, right?"

His understanding of his wife and his question struck her heart directly. His wife trembled again and replied, "Yes, Master, you know, a bitch is a slut, she likes to be fucked, she likes to be played with." Because music was playing at this moment, only they could hear their conversation, but even if others could hear it, his wife would not hesitate to say it. The stimulation of the past few days had brought his wife to her breaking point, and today's chance encounter gave her an outlet.

"Stand up," he commanded again.

"Yes, Master," his wife replied. Although she was at work, at this moment, his wife regarded herself as his bitch. Then, his wife stood up, and the sweater, which had been unbuttoned, slid down her waist to the ground, leaving her only in an open-crotch thong. Her long, slender legs and firm breasts were so perfect and alluring under the spotlight, but they weren't meant to be admired; they were meant to be played with. And he wasn't the kind of casual player; his wife was just one of the women he'd been with, but these chance encounters excited him even more.

"What's that thing up there?" a man asked. Only after his wife stood up did he notice the nipple rings on her nipples. After saying this, he walked straight to his wife, picked one off with his finger, and gently tugged.

"Ah," his wife cried out in slight pain.

Seeing that his wife was already undressed and being fondled, the woman in charge realized that his wife's owner was the big boss today. She immediately took his wife's bag and handed it to him, saying, "Boss, here are some toys, you can play with them."

He was worried about not having any toys with him, because he hadn't expected to run into his wife today. He looked in his wife's bag; there were a few small toys. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

"In a bit, we're going to play something more exciting. Those of you who can't handle it can leave now. You won't be shortchanged," he said to the other girls.

Hearing her say that, the other two girls felt a little guilty, so they each drank a glass of wine and left the private room. But the leader wasn't about to leave; the more exciting the game, the more tips she could get. Besides, she'd seen her wife's seductive side before. She replied, "I won't leave. I'm not as good as her, but I can still help liven things up."

But the other two men wouldn't have it. They'd just kicked their woman out. One of them said, "What are we going to do now?"

The wife's owner smiled and said, "She's still here! Let's play with her today, we'll all play together." She pointed to her wife, who was standing. After saying this, she took a pair of cuffs from her wife's bag and handed them to the leader, saying, "Go and cuff her hands behind her back."

She was happy to do this, so she took the cuffs, and her wife put her hands behind her back. She quickly restrained her wife. Her wife remained standing, but with her hands behind her back.

After doing all that, the woman herself took off her clothes, including her underwear, even more thoroughly than her wife, and returned to the man she was with. Actually, she had a good figure, just a little plump, and not as pretty as her wife. She was quite open-minded; before her wife arrived, she had given oral sex and tried all sorts of other things, but those were within normal limits. She couldn't do what her wife did.

Now, her husband wasn't in a hurry. His interest lay in playing with his wife, so he said to his friends, "Alright, the woman is ready for you. Do whatever you want." But his friends weren't SM enthusiasts; faced with such a beauty, they felt more sexual urge than sadomasochistic intent. The one who had previously played with his wife's nipple rings immediately went to her. To his wife's surprise, he actually hugged her and kissed her. His wife had been fucked and played with by countless men, but almost none had kissed her, because her mouth, her tongue, had licked, licked, even licked feet, and drunk urine. So this made his wife somewhat flattered, and she actively responded to his kiss. He kissed his wife while unbuckling his belt and taking out his penis. However, the standing position made it difficult, so he simply pushed his wife against the sofa. She knelt on the sofa, her hands cuffed behind her back. Then, he pulled down her thong, grabbed her waist, and roughly thrust into her—without a condom!

A few days ago, no matter what she did, his wife never forgot to remind her clients to wear condoms, but now, facing her master, she was like an absolutely obedient lamb.

"So much fluid," he exclaimed in surprise as soon as he entered, then added, "This is fucking amazing!"

"Ah, ah, ahh," his wife began to moan in rhythm with him.

Next to his wife sat another man, one hand reaching out to touch her breast, the other unzipping his zipper, from which a penis popped out. He then used it to slap his wife's face. Like a greedy child, his tongue followed the penis, until finally, she bit into it, greedily sucking on it, the mixture of sweat and vaginal fluid.

The gang leader, standing nearby, immediately reached out, forcefully pressing his wife's head down each time she swallowed. His wife gagged again, her saliva mixed with mucus covering her. This time, however, she couldn't be pressed down much before her master pulled her away. Seeing him holding the penis in front of her eyes, she understood, and knelt before him, licking him, even placing his hand on her breast.

The wife's master enjoyed the oral sex while watching his wife being fucked. The gang leader had also had her share of experience and her oral skills weren't bad, but she was far inferior to his wife, only occasionally managing a deep throat.

Seeing such a sensual scene, the remaining man could no longer resist. He quickly pulled out his penis and, without giving the leader a chance to react, thrust into her as well. She was in the same position as his wife, being penetrated from both ends. The difference was that his wife's hands were cuffed behind her back, and she was actively performing deep throat. Also, the leader was at most a slightly higher-class prostitute, while his wife was a bitch; their statuses were fundamentally different.

His wife's technique was clearly superior. With a shudder, the man ejaculated into her mouth for the first time that night. His wife didn't need anyone to remind her; she swallowed it all.

Now that her mouth was empty, she no longer made muffled sounds but rather let out loud moans. The man behind her, supporting her waist, flipped her over, laying her on the sofa. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, the metal digging painfully into her back, but she gritted her teeth and endured it, the pain accompanied by waves of pleasure. The man then hoisted his wife's legs onto his shoulders and thrust forcefully.

"Ah, ah, so good," my wife murmured dazedly.

"Ahhh!" she cried out again, her voice drawn out. Her master was pulling on her nipples with both hands, stretching them upwards. She was helpless; her hands were cuffed, and she was being manipulated. She felt as if her nipples were about to be ripped off, yet the waves of pleasure continued relentlessly—a bittersweet experience.

Then, her master turned to the woman being fucked next to her and spoke to her, telling her to loosen up and give her more money. The woman, who had been on opposite sides, moved closer to her wife, pressing her genitals tightly against her face. Her wife licked her wet, recently fucked vagina. The woman, however, remained on top, not licking her wife's vagina; she was simply more relaxed than her wife. My wife had just finished licking when another penis was thrust into the woman's vagina. My wife licked the genitals again, and I could feel the woman enjoying the double stimulation. Her fluids flowed continuously, rubbing against my wife's face and covering it. The man behind the woman was also thrusting violently, his testicles slapping against my face. My wife felt his thrusts quicken, then he suddenly pulled out, lifted the woman's penis, and ejaculated against my face. My wife opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue, as thick streams of fluid shot out. Only a small portion went into my wife's mouth. It was everywhere – on her face, nose, eyes, hair – but she could only lick the corners of her mouth with her tongue. Her eyes were covered and she couldn't open them.

The woman, recovering from her previous pleasure, got off my wife, wiped her fingers, and put them in my wife's mouth. My wife licked her fingers clean, but her face was still sticky. The man still having sex with his wife seemed encouraged, thrusting even more violently. Amidst his wife's loud moans, he too pulled out, ejaculating a large amount directly into her face, this time facing her head. A significant portion went straight into her mouth, but most landed on her hair. His

wife had finally completed her first round of defense. Her most uncomfortable part was her back, where she felt a constant, sharp pain, and the position was also very awkward. Her master remained unhurried, not in a rush to have sex with her, but rather to play with her.

Then, he turned to the leader and said, "It's my friend's birthday today. Go and set out the cake." This was something they had brought beforehand.

The gang leader obediently prepared, but like his wife, he remained naked. He helped his wife up and unfastened her clothes, as it would be inconvenient for her to be naked during what he was about to do. He commanded her, "Lie down on the table." Although the heater was on, the table was still cold, and his wife lay down on it like a commodity being sold, or a lamb to the slaughter.

Everyone watched him, unsure of his intentions. He then had the gang leader place the cake on her body—it couldn't fit on her entire body, so he placed it on her lower abdomen—and then inserted candles. He gestured towards her vulva, intending to insert candles, but since she was lying flat, the candles would be horizontal and ineffective, so he abandoned that idea and simply used her as a base.

He lit the candles but didn't rush to let his friend blow them out for his birthday. Instead, he said to her, "Let's play something you've never played before." With that, he took the lighter from the lit candle and pressed his head against his wife's nipple.

"Ah, it hurts!" his wife cried out in pain, powerless to do anything.

Then, he took another lit candle and held it close to his wife's other nipple, tilting the candle so that drops of wax instantly fell onto her nipple and breast.

"Ah, ahh!" his wife cried out in agony, but dared not move; the cake was still on her lower abdomen, and she dared not touch it. This birthday candle wax—not the kind used for SM—had a higher melting point and a higher temperature, but was still cooler than regular candles. It was very hot, but not enough to burn, though it was bound to turn her nipples red. His wife's pink nipples showed no change in color; she could only clench her fists tightly, her body stiffening, enduring the heat from her master. Tears streamed down her face again, this time visible to everyone.

No matter how crazy things got, the others still had some sense. Seeing how he treated his wife, and seeing her crying, and knowing they didn't know the true nature of their relationship, one of the men said, "Don't go too far and cause trouble."

The wife's owner calmly replied, "Don't worry, it won't." Then he dripped two more drops and said to his wife, "What do you think?" He wanted to strip his wife of her dignity once more.

"Ah!" With a cry, the wife replied in a tearful voice, "Yes, I like playing like this. Don't be fooled by my tears; it's because it feels so good. You can all come too. My body is fine with drips; you can do whatever you want with me."

The wife's answer provoked everyone present, especially the leader, who knew the wife somewhat, though she didn't dare to make the first move. But the other three men couldn't resist. They each took a candle from the cake, and simultaneously placed it on the wife's thighs, dripping hot oil onto her tightly closed groin.

As the wax dripped, the wife cried out again. Her unprotected lips were directly exposed to the wax, and tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls. Even she herself found her thoughts unbelievable; she actually cried out to them, "So good!" At that moment, the leader of the women also seized the opportunity, grabbing a stick and joining in, seemingly enjoying herself even more than the others.

Finally, except for the area around the cake, the wife's body was covered in wax, not very dense, but everywhere. They were used to her cries and no longer worried too much, continuing to have fun. The leader of the women, a seasoned veteran of the nightlife scene, moved effortlessly among the men. The cake was just a formality, a prop; no one wanted to eat it. During the play, the women had also been smeared with a lot of cream, especially on her breasts, because men liked to touch those areas, so they were covered the most there.

Finally, the cake was removed from the wife, whose body still felt a slight pain. Without giving his wife a chance to rest, her master ordered, "Go lick the cream off her." This was a favor for his wife, not difficult at all. The leader, who had tried his wife's tongue before and enjoyed the feeling, simply lay down on the table where his wife had been lying. His wife immediately began licking her hardened nipples and breasts, diligently licking from top to bottom.

When his wife reached her genitals, seeing the women licking each other, the men couldn't resist. One of them walked behind his wife and, targeting her still-aching genitals, thrust into her again, filling her once more. Perhaps the stimulation was particularly intense this time, for he quickly couldn't hold back, pulling out and ejaculating on the leader's breasts. His wife immediately turned back and cleaned him up with her tongue, then licked the remaining cream off her body into her mouth.

At this moment, her master said again, "There are a few candles left, use them up, don't waste them." The woman, who was already quite familiar with them, quickly got up and said, "I'll do it, I'll do it." She then took the candles and lit them one by one.

The wife thought, "It should be for my anus, since I wasn't lying down earlier and didn't get any." Just as she thought this, her master immediately gave another command, saying, "Lie down again." The wife obeyed and lay down again.

"Spread your legs apart," he continued.

The wife had practiced dance and was very flexible; doing the splits was no problem for her. So, upon hearing her master's request, she spread her legs into a split, her lower body exposed, wet, facing the men. No matter how much she felt inside, even if she wasn't ashamed, she would still feel ashamed in this position. With just this simple action, the wife was conquered again.

But her master wasn't finished. He held down her spread thighs, then had his friend hold down the other one, and ordered his wife again, "Spread your legs wide open yourself."

His wife stretched out her hands and spread her legs wide, revealing her still-pulsating, bright red vulva, which had just been penetrated.

"You know where to drip, right?" he asked the woman.

"Yes, yes," the woman replied, then impatiently held the lit candle above his wife again.

Watching the candle approach, his wife felt a spasm, silently praying, but she couldn't escape the intimate contact with the wax.

The woman didn't proceed gradually; she immediately joined several candles together and tilted them down. Seeing this, his wife instinctively closed her eyes, spreading her legs wide, waiting for the storm to begin.

Sure enough, as she tilted her hand, the wax from the candles dripped like a small stream onto his wife's spread vulva, some even splashing onto his hand. No matter how brave or resilient his wife was, no matter how much she prepared herself, her body betrayed her instincts, and dodging was a natural, conditioned reflex.

"Ah, ugh..." came her scream, but it was quickly silenced by her master's hand covering her mouth, turning into a muffled murmur. Tears streamed down her face like broken beads; in just a short time, she had been brought to tears three times! For others, her crying might elicit pity, but for her master, it was merely a catalyst. Her

movements were small; she instinctively tried to close her legs, but the two men held her down, preventing her from moving. Her hands, which had been covering her vulva, loosened, a normal reaction. But her master seemed unsatisfied. Releasing his hand from her mouth, he slapped her hard across the face.

She immediately spread her legs again. The woman in charge merely glanced at her, ignoring her, and continued dripping wax onto her. My wife could only distract herself from the pain with tears and cries. Her body ached, but her heart was filled with joy. Later, she told me that she almost thought she couldn't take it anymore, and she only persevered through sheer willpower. And if she were to do it again, she would accept it without hesitation.

This process lasted for several minutes, until the candle burned out. The wife's initial wailing and pain subsided into numbness, though she still felt waves of pain. Her legs were red and swollen. They released their grip on her thighs, but she seemed to have forgotten, her legs remaining open and not closing.

Her master, not satisfied, asked her still-sobning wife, "Was it good?" "Yes," she answered in a trembling voice.

He then boasted to his friend, "How about that? This woman was fun, wasn't it? This is what it means to play with a woman." At this point, his wife had lost all dignity.

"Tired? Let me help you get back into the swing of things," her master said, then picked up the soft whip she had brought and lashed it across her still-lit genitals.

"Ah, ahhh!" she screamed again, her tears flowing once more. These were the words she had uttered most often that day. She held her thighs apart with both hands, making it easier for her master to whip her.

Her master only whipped her once before saying to his friends, "Come on, try it." His three other friends also took turns whipping their wives. However, because they were standing in different directions—her master was behind her, while they were standing in front of her—they also left marks on her stomach and chest.

The sounds of music, whipping, and her sobs filled the air.

At this moment, a small incident occurred, unrelated to the game. One of the foremen was working overtime at the construction site and had some urgent business to attend to. Although it wasn't far, he had no choice but to leave first, saying he would come back later.

After he left, the wife's master took out the two fakes his wife was wearing and handed them to the woman, saying, "Here, play with these."

The woman clearly misunderstood and waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "I can't, I can't take it, they're too big." "I'm not telling you to use them, I'm telling you to use these," he explained, pointing to his wife.

"Oh, I see," the older woman replied, then cheerfully took the dildo from his hand. She had used it before, so she was quite skilled. First, she inserted the enormous penis into her wife's vagina, slowly pushing it all the way in, gradually stretching her open and filling her completely. At this point, her wife wasn't no longer in pain, but rather somewhat numb; she wasn't moaning as loudly as before, just a slight ache. The pleasure now came more from her mind than her body.

Seeing that her wife's reaction wasn't very strong, the older woman began to thrust rapidly and violently. The sudden fullness and squeezing caused her wife to climax instantly, ejaculating unexpectedly, her body convulsing and trembling.

Fortunately, the older woman reacted quickly and wasn't sprayed on. However, her wife's sudden squirting made the older woman somewhat unhappy; if she hadn't been afraid of getting splashed, she wouldn't have stopped.

After his wife finished cumming, he inserted another penis into her. However, since he hadn't used an anal plug or lubricant that day, and they hadn't had sex before, it was a bit tight and not very smooth. His wife felt a tearing sensation, but fortunately, she still had a lot of fluid, which provided some lubrication. After a few attempts, it was fully inserted. The older woman also used both hands, working together, with continuous "plop plop" sounds.

His wife's master was right in front of her, and he put it into her mouth. His wife was still lying on her back, and he grabbed her breasts with both hands, squeezing them out of shape. She could only make whimpering sounds. He no longer needed his wife's cooperation; he squeezed her breasts hard while brutally fucking her mouth. He knew his wife well and showed her no pity, treating her like a heartless tool. In his wife's mind, there was no concept of "rising to be a friend, kneeling to be a slave," especially after being kept by him. In her view, although it wasn't about being a slave for a day and being a slave for life... But a master is a master, and a slave is a slave; otherwise, one couldn't experience that ultimate pleasure. His wife underwent a qualitative change in his hands!

Faced with such a sensual and stimulating scene, the other two men couldn't resist. However, his wife's lower body was still fully occupied. One of them walked over to the leader, who was squatting and penetrating his wife, and brought the penis to her mouth. She readily turned her head and took it in. The other man went behind her, lifted her waist, and penetrated her. Being attacked from both ends, he helped his wife somewhat, but his thrusts weren't as intense. This position also made it difficult for her to continue, so she stopped what she was doing and focused on dealing with the two men.

Meanwhile, his wife's master was grabbing her breasts and pounding her mouth, his wife's throat swelling repeatedly. Finally, she couldn't hold back and vomited, spraying filth all over her face, mixed with the residue from before. Her master stopped to let her catch her breath, otherwise she would choke. Her master simply made his wife sit up. Since both had suction cups, he ordered her to attach the one behind her to the table, sit on it, and then use his hand to insert the dog-like penis into his vagina. He then stood in front of his wife and began a new round of penetration. Her master was already quite large and very capable. In just a few minutes, his wife vomited twice from his penetration, not counting the countless times she gagged. Finally, with an even more intense thrusting, her master ejaculated into her mouth. At this moment, her lips trembled incessantly, but she still drank it all down.

Then, "slap!" A small accident occurred. The man opposite her slapped the woman across the face. The force wasn't particularly strong, but the sound was still quite loud. Because he had just seen his wife like this, he also wanted to try deep throating. At first, the woman cooperated, but after only a few thrusts, she couldn't take it anymore and refused, resulting in the slap.

She also said aggrievedly, "I'm a person. Who can stand being fucked like this? Do you think I'm her?" She was obviously referring to his wife, and she held a grudge against her.

The man, though naked from the waist down, was still dressed. He pulled a thousand yuan from his pocket and threw it at her, saying, "Get lost if you don't like it."

She was sure she'd take the money, so she took it, put on her clothes, and left. Only the man remained behind, still posing awkwardly. The room was now empty except for the wife.

This little incident didn't dampen the wife's owner's spirits, and she didn't stop what she was doing. Her owner smiled and said to him, "Come on, let's change to this one. You can do whatever you want with this one, or even slap her." He didn't say anything more, just looked at his wife, seemingly waiting for her to respond.

The wife quickly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. If you're unhappy with anything, just take it out on me."

He walked up to his wife. Although she was beautiful, seeing the small amount of vomit mixed in with her face, he didn't know where to begin. At this moment, the wife's owner whispered something to him, and he listened, nodding slightly.

Then, he placed his penis in front of his wife, but didn't immediately insert it. His wife realized he seemed about to urinate, and her recent fascination with the "holy water" made her willingly open her mouth.

"Slap!" Her master slapped her face, louder and harder than the thug's slap, and said to her, "Who told you to open your mouth? This is for washing your face, not for you to drink!"

Just then, he urinated, the powerful force hitting his wife's face. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting his pungent, foul-smelling "holy water" wash over her face. Thinking that she actually liked the smell, she quickened her movements, vigorously rubbing herself. His "holy water" flowed down her face, chest, and onto himself. Under the impact of the "holy water" and her own urination, his wife squirted again!

Just as the man was about to put his penis into his wife's mouth, she surprisingly made a request—the first time she had ever made such a request. She said to the man, "Can I stop inserting my penis for now? I want to get into a better position so it'll be easier for you to give me oral sex, and you'll definitely feel more comfortable. After you're done, you can do whatever you want with me."

He naturally had no objections, and his wife's master knew that she wasn't avoiding the issue, but rather trying to make others more comfortable. He was happy to see her so proactive and didn't refuse her request. He said to his wife, "Do whatever you want."

So his wife withdrew the fake penis from her vagina, got off the table, and at this moment, both of their mouths were slightly open, unable to close, stretched open by the fake penis. She adopted the simplest and most standard position, kneeling on the ground, trying her best to choose the best angle, and then took his penis into her mouth, staring into his eyes. Her movements were not fast, slowly taking it into her mouth inch by inch, her small mouth being stretched full, until her lips kissed his, her nose pressed against his lower abdomen, breathing. Then, using her most skillful method, she wrapped her arms around his buttocks, tightly hugging her own arms. His wife knew that what he wanted was release, not just pleasure.

Such a deep throat was something he had never experienced before, and coupled with his previous dissatisfaction and resentment, his wife's small mouth became the best outlet for his anger. Without hesitation, he rose, his lower abdomen slamming against his wife's face with each thrust. Her tongue swirled around his, her mouth sucking and enveloping him tightly.

Even though they often slept with other women, some prettier and with better figures, she was the first to be so resilient and proactive. She was wrapped around him, and he pressed her head down, ruthlessly pleasuring her.

"Mmm, mmm mmm," she whimpered, her mouth filled with his sounds, gagging becoming a regular occurrence. Her mind was blank; her mouth had become his tool for release. At that moment, her master took out a whip and lashed it across her kneeling, upturned buttocks. Whip marks slowly appeared, and under the stimulation of her mouth and the whip, tears of pain and pleasure streamed down her face. She climaxed again, only able to utter muffled sounds.

Seeing his wife squirt, he intensified his thrusts, slapping her face until it ached. This time, he didn't pull out of her mouth, continuing the thrusts with a wild roar, plunging deep into her throat, ejaculating thick semen. His wife felt a rush of hot fluid flow directly into her throat. Her master stopped his pounding, leaving her with marks. After

several more thrusts, he ejaculated the last drop before slowly pulling out of her mouth, still coated with her saliva. His wife, without a moment to rest, gasped for breath while using her tongue to clean him. He also said to another man, "This woman is having so much fun, hurry up and have your turn." The other man wasn't in a rush either. Seeing his wife's body heaving and panting heavily, he said, "No rush, no rush, let her rest for a while before we go."

His wife had just finished cleaning him up. Hearing the other man say this, she looked at him gratefully. However, for his wife, the intensity of what had just happened was indeed great, but her body was in perfect condition, and she was at the peak of her climax. She took the initiative to climb next to him and took his mouth into her mouth as well. Unlike the previous man, he wasn't violent and his movements were slow, but he still thrust all the way in every time. Obviously, after seeing the way his wife's mouth was used, he had taken it as the standard.

At this moment, the man who had gone out to run errands earlier also returned. Seeing this scene, without saying a word, he took off his pants, held his wife's buttocks, aimed at her vagina, and joined the fray. While fucking her, he said, "Damn, this woman has probably been fucked by many men, her vagina is all loose." Although his wife had indeed been fucked by many men, he obviously didn't know that his wife's vagina had just been stretched open by two huge men. Then he pulled out and switched to his wife's anus. This was the first time his wife had been penetrated anally by a man that night, but it went incredibly smoothly. His wife was once again attacked from both ends. From this point on, apart from her master occasionally joining in, the other three men, either taking turns or simultaneously, repeatedly attacked her.

From around 8 PM until almost midnight, his wife had been continuously played with and fucked.

Afterwards, her master took her out for the night, but the other men, not being SM enthusiasts and with limited energy, only fucked her a few times each and didn't do anything else.

She was definitely exhausted, having been up for most of the night. Since it was a chance encounter, and her master had other commitments, he left after playing with his wife for a while the next day, but still took her out for dinner. His wife didn't rush back, instead taking a nap alone in the hotel to recover.

[The End]

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