【Pretty Girl】(05-06) Author: Unknown

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When I woke up again, the room lights were already on. I heard Liang Jie's pleasant voice talking on the phone. When I turned over and looked
up , I found that Liang Jie's feet were pulled back under the chair to avoid touching me, so that I could sleep well. I was
touched. I knelt down and straightened my body, lifted Liang Jie's feet and slowly straightened them to allow blood to circulate. Then, I took off Liang Jie's shoes
and gently pinched them.

"Yes, Mr. Chen, the quality inspection results from the housekeeping department have been released. I have also
compiled and will report it to you at tomorrow's morning meeting. Yes, yes, Mr. Chen, please speak, I will record it immediately..."

It has to be said that the most beautiful woman is the one who is serious. Liang Jie's work at the hotel can only be described as watertight.
This is also the main reason why she has risen from a grassroots employee to the assistant manager in the three years since graduation. My friend told me that
the hotel is currently building affordable housing, and supervisors who sign contracts can move into
split-level apartments with a floor area of at least 100 square meters. When that happens, she can finally renovate my place. Right now, she and I
are still living in the one-bedroom apartment she originally rented. Although everyone knows I'm her cousin,
if colleagues from work come over without a proper reason for my arrival, I'm stuck in the locked closet all day
. But then, she can use the excuse of taking care of me to let me move into her new apartment. No more hiding!

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a surge of passion. I parted the pretty girl's legs, put them on my shoulders, and tried to shove my head into her
skirt. She twisted her waist as if trying to dodge, but I didn't care. I stubbornly pushed in, and with
a "whoosh," the chair was pushed back an inch. Then I received a slap on the head from her. It wasn't hard, but I
could tell she was angry. I quickly stopped and stood there. "Okay, I understand. I've also collected the relevant
information . I have this kind of data on my computer. Please wait a moment, I'll send it to you via the internet within half an hour
... Thank you, it's what I should do."

After hanging up the phone, she pushed the keyboard drawer and looked down at me. "Did it hurt?"

"Woof woof."

"You little rascal, you don't know what's good for you until it hurts. Can't you see I'm doing something important? What, are you awake now, you little lazybones? "

"Woof woof."

"Alright, it's not that I won't let you have it, but you haven't taken your underwear off yet. You've licked it wet, it's not comfortable to wear,
understand ?"

"Woof woof!"

The pretty lady pushed my head back, took off her underwear and put it over my head, saying, "Okay, I'm
going to do a report now. If you're free, just stick your head in and suck it. From now on, no making a sound. Remember, if you suck it well,
I'll give you a little taste anytime, so don't miss it!" After saying that, she moved the chair forward, lifted her skirt,
clamped my head between her legs and covered it with the skirt, twisted her waist to adjust to a comfortable sitting position,
pressed my head down tightly with her hands, opened the keyboard drawer and started working. "By the way, I didn't drink any soda at noon, but I drank
quite a lot of tea this afternoon. If you can taste what kind of tea I drank, there will be a reward tonight!"

"Woof woof," I replied in a low, buzzing voice from under her skirt. Because there was always a drink coming, I didn't dare move. I
opened my mouth wide, covering her vulva, my tongue protruding into her vagina, slowly nudging her clitoris with my nose.
This was her favorite way to feed me urine; she said it helped her relax and focus on her work.
But frankly, this method was very difficult. Although I could now cooperate perfectly, I had to concentrate fully
. My favorite way was for me to lie flat on my back with a pillow, her astride my mouth,
reading a book while enjoying my oral sex. When she remembered something, she'd squeeze a little for me; when she was enjoying reading, she'd read a passage to me,
and I'd quickly flick my tongue three times to show my approval…

Just then, my tongue felt her urethra evert. I quickly opened my mouth wide, sucking hard on her
vulva with my lower lip, then pulled my tongue back and rubbed it back and forth at her urethral opening. "Naughty," she said above my head,
followed by a warm stream of liquid shooting into my mouth—just a stream. As I carefully… When you taste it, it does indeed
taste like tea. Human urine doesn't lie. For example, if you drink tea, your urine will taste bitter. If you drink
Sprite, you can taste a faint sweetness in your urine, which is probably the taste of saccharin.
If your urine will taste just like pure water. No wonder people say that beer causes dehydration. If it tastes very sweet, then it's
diabetes. Haha, I haven't encountered this situation. Your body is healthier than mine. However, in the beginning
, you often had me put a mint under my tongue to urinate. However, if anyone could
taste what kind of tea someone was drinking from their urine, I'd gladly lose a dollar. I certainly couldn't do that. "What kind of tea?"
Pretty Sister asked me while typing. "Woof!"

"Hey, no progress. Focus, it's coming up again soon."

...

For the entire afternoon, ever since I woke up, I'd been "tasting tea" in Pretty Sister's skirt. She
got up a few times to refill her water bottle, and I tried to crawl out and look for clues in the drawer, but it was
futile. Pretty Sister is a very cautious person; she wouldn't leave any evidence for anyone to find. Whatever, I'll just guess whatever
comes mind. She usually only drinks a few kinds anyway, and besides, she wouldn't buy any fancy tea. Although
her salary is relatively high now, and with her year-end bonus, it's enough for our city,
Pretty Sister is very frugal, but she's spent a lot on me, this dog.

An hour after work, Sister Liang finished the work she had specially stayed behind for, put away her documents and
German study materials, got up, and changed her clothes with my help. She asked, "Can you talk now? Can you guess
what kind of tea I drank?"

"Can I choose?"

"You naughty boy, do you still want to call for help?" Sister Liang asked with a smile. "Any hints? I want a reward,"
I said directly, because I knew I could never win against her in a battle of wits, but if I was straightforward, Sister Liang
wouldn't make things difficult for me. "Okay, I'll tell you, it's
the kind you bought for me when you got your second paycheck here."

"Pyrrhic Chun?" I asked. "Oh my god, I love you to death, kisses, ah," Sister Liang lowered her head and
kissed me on the cheek: "Stop talking, it's so kind of you to remember."

Sister Liang, how could I forget? It was that can of Pyrrhic Chun that made me get used to your nurturing...

"Okay, get ready, put on your hat," Sister Liang said, while straightening my security guard uniform.
Let me go outside first. I looked around and saw no one was there. That's how it is in the administrative office area; leaving work is faster than anything else.
I went straight through the underground passage to the garage, clicked on the door of the pretty lady's black Geely. Although the car was cheap, for
someone like her who had only been working for three years, it was a symbol of success.

Two minutes later, the pretty lady came over, opened the car door, and said to me, "Come on, I'll drive today. I
'll take you to get your prize."

"Woof woof woof!"

"You can talk now. What's wrong? Do you want to drive?"

"No, how come the prize is already prepared?"

"Stop talking. Of course, otherwise why would I ask you this question? Hehe."

"Woof woof," I was speechless at Sister Liang's arrangement.

When I carried the wooden box up to the 8th floor, my face was still red, not because I was tired. I was
a right winger on the school soccer team back in the day, how could I not have stamina? It was because I was still blushing, because I really couldn't
explain to the carpenter why the chair in the box was designed this way. But I did acknowledge that this was Sister Liang's reward for me.
Sister Liang followed behind me carrying groceries, and after closing the door, she said to me, "Okay, sweetie, take the chair out and
put it in front of the computer desk. Go to the toilet, you've been holding it in all day."

I put the chair in front of the computer desk, then knelt down and crawled into the toilet. Sister Liang was cooking in the kitchen when she suddenly
asked me, "Are you going to make soup or braise the ribs?"

"Woof woof."

"Can you talk?"

"Make soup, you drink first."

"Silly you, this soup isn't good for you."

"It's okay, I want it today."

"Stop talking, okay, okay, our sweetie wants to drink the rib soup," Sister Liang said from the kitchen.

I finished peeing in the toilet and then brushed my teeth. I heard my sister calling me from the bedroom, "Sweetie,
are you done brushing your teeth? I've already put the ribs in the pot, but it'll be about an hour before I start cooking. Come keep me company while I surf the internet."

"Woof woof," I said, rinsing my mouth again. I crawled into my sister's bedroom and went to the newly bought chair.
"You go in first, I'll change my clothes," my sister said.

The chair had a lid like a toilet, but it wasn't a flip-top; it was a pull-out lid, and only on the front half of the seat
. I crawled under the bed, then moved the chair over, resting the back against the bottom of the bed. I lay back,
holding , and pushed my head into the chair with my feet. When my head reached the bottom, I stopped, and my
body was comfortably reclining on the wooden board under the chair, my head resting on the spring-loaded foam. I put the sheet down
behind my back, and everything felt very comfortable, except for the dim lighting. Damn it, I forgot to open the lid.

Just then, the pretty lady came over, pushed off the cover on my face, and I opened my eyes to see her. She was wearing a
pink nightgown and smiling at me: "Comfortable?"

"Woof woof."

"Let me see this," the pretty lady said, pulling back the sheet. She found a chair against the edge of the bed.
She tried to move it, but I was too heavy, so she crawled off the bed and closer to me. "Hold onto the chair legs," she said.

I gripped the legs with both hands, and she flipped the latches on the chair to handcuff my hands to the back legs. Then she crawled out from under
the bed. I struggled for a moment, feeling a tight grip, and tensed up. "Don't be afraid, sweetie. I don't usually lock
you up; I'm just testing the function today," she said, walking to the chair and smiling as she patted my hair. Then she smoothed out
the sheet and closed the chair lid. "Hey, I can't even tell! When my girlfriends come over, you won't need to hide in the closet anymore
; you can just hide here. And when I'm sitting here surfing the internet, you can even sneak a kiss, okay?"
She then opened the chair lid again. "Woof!" I replied. "Okay, okay, I was just kidding. How could I..." "You're willing to
expose ? What if they want to share you with me? I'm a very selfish woman, hehe,
silly girl." After saying that, the pretty lady lifted her nightgown and sat down. I saw her white buttocks slowly press down on my face, and then
her buttocks moved back. When the pretty lady leaned back in the chair, her private parts were right in front of my mouth. I stretched out my mouth, but
it was still a little short. I had to lift my head up a bit to put my mouth on her labia. "It seems a little short." The pretty lady turned
the compass on the right side of the chair, and the sponge under my head rose up, slowly squeezing my head towards her private parts
until my mouth was on her private parts. I pressed my head down hard, and my mouth and her labia separated by a little space, but as
the pretty lady's buttocks moved forward, her labia were placed on my mouth again. I relaxed my strength, and my mouth almost sank into the pretty lady's
soft labia. In this way, I could lick and suck the pretty lady effortlessly. The pretty girl adjusted her posture,
tightened her grip on the compass, then lowered her skirt to cover my face, exclaiming with delight, "I really can't tell! Wow, I think
we could try this sometime."

"Woof!" I mumbled a bark from under her skirt, then began passionately licking her vagina.

The pretty girl stopped arguing with me, enjoying my oral massage while researching online.

(6)

"Silly boy, what are you looking at?" When the pretty girl noticed that my gaze was fixed on her private parts,
she slapped my head hard, then pulled down her skirt to cover her feet. "Nothing, just a little regretful," I replied. "
Regretful now? Hehe, okay then, let's not play this game anymore."

"It's not that I regret being your puppy, but... but..."

"But what? Tell me quickly."

"Just now, when I was under your skirt, I had a great opportunity, but I was busy taking care of you and forgot to look."

"You naughty boy," the pretty girl slapped me again, stood up in front of me, and then took two steps back and said, "Do you
still want to be my puppy?"

"Yes, I do."

"No regrets."

"Never regrets," I said decisively. "Okay, let's do a ritual, and also fulfill
your wish from earlier," the pretty girl said. "What ritual? It's not a summoning of the dead, is it?"

"Be serious, let's begin the ceremony. Crawl over here and crawl under my skirt," the pretty lady said.
Without a word I crawled to her feet and was about to duck under her skirt when she said, "Think
it through. When you crawl under my skirt, our relationship will no longer be the same. You will be with me forever, and
everything you have will belong to me. You can only obey my arrangements and follow my instructions."

I looked up at her, and she looked down at me, her eyes hazy and affectionate. Her
long cascaded naturally over her shoulders, and the light blue dress made her skin appear even whiter and more delicate. Her breasts were small but firm,
her waist slender and supple, and beneath the dress were her slender legs, her beautiful arches nestled in a pair of black high heels.
The high heels still bore the marks of my recent kisses. Her legs were spread wide, barely enough for a person
to pass through. She was truly beautiful, a fact I'd mentioned many times in my love letters to her, yet I couldn't
find the words to describe her. Sometimes I tried using words like "alluring" or "exquisite," but
those felt tedious. She was like everyone's dream goddess, ethereal and perfect. "You will always be with me,
everything you have belongs to me, you can only obey my arrangements and follow my instructions..." Her voice
came from above, the promise she demanded, yet it was also the temptation. Without hesitation, I
buried my head under her skirt, then squeezed between her legs, half-straightening my body, my hands tightly embracing
her supple thighs.

"Didn't you just say you wanted to see? Let's get familiar with it, sweetie, this will be a place you'll often stay in from now on,"
she said, her eyes still closed. The environment seemed to appear deep within my memory. As I
breathed in the fragrance between my legs, a feeling of childhood home washed over me, a feeling of something I'd seen in a dream. I opened my mouth and kissed the pretty girl's
thigh , my tongue tracing the fine hairs on her leg. The ticklish sensation spread throughout my throat. Trembling, I looked up and
kissed the faint black glimpse of skin beneath her white lace panties. I felt the muscles in her thigh suddenly
tighten. With a soft "ah," she exhaled, then bent her legs and slowly pressed her buttocks against my face…

I licked it with my tongue, but the dry fabric felt uncomfortable, so I withdrew it,
curled my legs over hers, and sat cross-legged. My hands slipped between her legs, cupping her firm buttocks, and
my nose plunged deep into that tender spot, my warm breath spraying onto her panties. She
straddled my shoulders, using her thighs to hold my head, her hands gently lifting it through her skirt, then remained motionless,
seemingly enjoying my breath beneath her.

After a while, the pretty woman held my head, her buttocks bobbing up and down as she started rubbing my nose with her underwear.
The fabric of her underwear was quite rough, and after a few strokes, I felt my nose burning, and I couldn't help but moan. The pretty
woman lifted her skirt to look at my blood-red nose, hesitated for a moment, then pulled her underwear aside and pressed my head
against it. My mouth was directly against her soft labia. Her lips were hot and moist, with a faint salty fragrance.
"Kiss it, just like that..." the pretty woman commanded, trembling, as if in a groan. I put my hands behind my back,
stretched my neck , and forced my mouth forward, giving her a light kiss. I could clearly feel her squeezing my thighs tighter,
then relaxing. I continued to kiss her soft and delicate labia, one kiss at a time. With my
kisses, her labia slowly opened, and I could clearly feel the slit between them. I stuck out my tongue and
gently licked along that slit from bottom to top.

"Ah..." the pretty woman let out a suppressed moan, her beautiful legs clamping my head tightly between them. Her
hands, supporting me, pressed me upwards even harder, as if trying to force my entire body inside. I then probed her vulva with my tongue
, licking up and down. Slowly, she relaxed her thigh muscles and parted slightly, allowing me
to press closer to her crotch.

As I licked, her labia slowly opened wider, responding to my tongue's movements. My
tongue could feel the softer, wetter part of her vulva. So I took her labia into my mouth and
gently sucked, my tongue softly licking and drawing inside the cleft.

I continued to lick and suck, and she quietly enjoyed it.

Soon, I felt a hard little protrusion at the tip of her vulva, like a tiny pearl nestled among flower petals
. I gently nudged it with my nose. Suddenly, the woman shifted her hips back,
avoiding my mouth and tongue. I quickly pressed her hips firmly with my hands, covered the pearl with my mouth, and took it into
my mouth, gently sweeping my tongue across it. I had many untranslated Japanese films on my computer, so
although I had no sexual experience, I knew this was the area most easily aroused in women. Sure enough, the woman
seemed to become excited. She twisted her body frantically, pressing my head tightly with both hands, rubbing
her genitals . Each time the pearl moved to my mouth, I flicked it hard with my tongue, feeling
the contraction of her vaginal muscles. Soon, I felt some slippery fluid seeping from her wet little hole
. I licked it; it tasted salty, sour, and slightly sweet. I then
gently .

"Mmm," the pretty girl grabbed my hair, and I opened my mouth again, starting to suckle gently and softly
. With each suck, more and more juice was drawn into my mouth; the slippery, sweet taste
became increasingly pronounced. I swallowed, then continued sucking and swallowing, making smacking sounds, like
a puppy nursing. After a while, I probed my tongue into her opening, seeking more juice.

I felt the pretty girl's breathing quicken, her hips thrusting, her lower body pressing
against my mouth with each movement of my tongue. Suddenly, she stopped, her thighs clamping tightly around my head again, her hands gripping my
hair and pulling upwards forcefully. The muscles of her vulva contracted rhythmically in my mouth, releasing more sweet
nectar I sucked incessantly, swallowing it along with my saliva.

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