【My Story with Sister Zhao】(11) Author: 52676

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(XI)

Saturday night, eleven o'clock. The deep blue night sky heavily enveloped the city, and the lights of thousands of homes gradually
dimmed.

In a high-rise building, behind a darkened floor-to-ceiling window, a firelight flickered
, casting a hazy reflection on the glass. A woman's unique curves were faintly visible in the dim light from outside.

The woman faced the window languidly, admiring the night view of the neighborhood. Her hair was loose, obscuring her left
profile, revealing only her high, straight nose. She crossed her left arm over her chest, her hand hooked over her right arm, a lit white cigarette between her fingers. She tilted her
head back slightly, exhaling a puff of white smoke, which rose and dissipated into the air, filling the room with a pleasant
minty scent. She wore only a black bra, and her snow-white skin appeared even more
radiant .

The woman's legs were slightly parted, round and straight, her lower body completely naked except for a pair of black
stilettos that accentuated her curves.

Between her legs knelt a man, his face buried in her cleft, diligently licking her,
drawing in the fluids she had just released during her orgasm.

The woman flicked her cigarette ash, looked out the window, and remained silent, letting the warm tongue roam over her lower body. The man
lowered his head, re-wetting the dried fluids from her inner thighs before taking them into his mouth, carefully
cleaning her genitals.

The woman stubbed out her cigarette against the glass, turned around, and the man quickly rose and knelt again, bowing his head obediently.

The woman looked at the lowly man before her, licked her lips with a lingering relish, her eyes crinkling into a smile. She leaned back against
the glass , raised one leg, and hooked the man's chin. "You did well today. You're allowed to ejaculate."

The man's eyes lit up instantly, and he straightened his back. "Thank you, Master...

"

Although I had released my pent-up desires yesterday, I had brought Sister Zhao to orgasm five times today. The sensual and stimulating
process had once again brought my lower body to its limit. Moreover, because of yesterday's incident, Sister Zhao was very
unhappy . After she woke up, she put a chastity belt on me and threatened to punish me by forbidding me from ejaculating for a month. I
couldn't help but groan inwardly. For a young man like me, full of vigor, a week of abstinence was already enough to make a sow look like an
angel; a month... I was afraid I would go mad.

People say women are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties, and this is certainly true. Sister Zhao is a perfect example. At the
peak of a woman's sexual desire, coupled with having slept separately from her husband for so long, it seemed my mistress had accumulated tons
of desire within her. In those two short days, Sister Zhao transformed into a witch who controlled lust,
venting her desires on me without restraint. I was merely her sex slave for gratification.

But today, Sister Zhao seemed even more ruthless than yesterday. She woke me up early in the morning by dripping wax on my chest, causing
me to scream in pain. She listened with great interest, then handcuffed my hands, straddled my face, and
dripped wax on my chest while enjoying my oral sex until my first orgasm.

The second orgasm came when Sister Zhao returned from her morning run in the neighborhood. She seemed to know my fondness for body odor
, and as soon as she entered the door, she grabbed my hair and shoved it between her legs, ordering me to take a hundred deep breaths. However, when I
had done thirty-five, she couldn't hold back anymore. She pulled her sweatpants and underwear down to her thighs, lay on
her side on the sofa, and made me lick her anus while she used a dildo to service her mons pubis. Finally, after leaving a large amount of bodily fluids on the sofa and in my mouth
, the mistress was satisfied.

The third time was at the dining table. Sister Zhao placed my lunch on the floor, still handcuffing my hands behind my back,
forcing me to eat like a dog. While I was struggling to eat, she suddenly said she was aroused, and then used her high heels to stomp my head
into the plate and began masturbating. My face was almost deformed by her force, but fortunately, she was in high spirits and quickly
reached orgasm. The food in my mouth, mixed with the semen on her fingers, became my lunch.

The fourth time was quite "normal," basically a replay of yesterday afternoon, except that after
yesterday adjustments, today went exceptionally smoothly. Sister Zhao reached a long orgasm with my frequent head movements.

The last time, just now, was after watching a romantic movie. Because there was a scene in the movie where the male and female
protagonists an affair on a window sill, Sister Zhao decided to reenact it there. After my pleading, the host finally agreed
to turn off the lights, but the several lit balconies not far away on the high-rise building across the street still made me a little nervous. Sister Zhao, with her back to me,
leaned against the railing, and had me suck my penis while she penetrated her vagina from behind.

"Ah, someone's watching, watching me, hmm, coming." These were Sister Zhao's last words before her climax. Although she
later said it was a hallucination during her climax, I was still shaken, after all, I was the one who lived in this neighborhood.

...

"Doggy, what are you thinking about?" Sister Zhao didn't know that my mind had been replaying the day's erotic events in an instant.
She rubbed my face with the back of her shoe. "Becoming obedient, don't want to release?"

I quickly shook my head, then realized something was wrong and quickly nodded. Still feeling something was off, I had no choice but to say, "Yes, I really want to."

Sister Zhao rolled her eyes at me and stepped on my foot. I quickly turned my face slightly to support the weight of her leg.

"I knew you couldn't resist, just like a dog, always in heat." Sister Zhao's leg trembled, and my face
kept shaking.

"I can let you release your pent-up desires," Sister Zhao said, taking the key out of her bra and waving it in
front of my exposed cheek before pulling it back. "However..."

Sister Zhao paused for a moment before continuing, "I want you to drink something. Do you dare?"

"I'll drink it! I'll drink it!" Hearing the word "dare," I immediately guessed what my mistress meant. This was exactly
what I had been longing for, the sacred object I had craved in my dreams countless times. But because I didn't know Sister Zhao's bottom line and was afraid she would dislike me and
I would make things worse, I had never dared to say it. I never expected Sister Zhao to bring it up herself, and I trembled with excitement . Perhaps not expecting this reaction, Sister Zhao was taken aback
. She removed her foot from my face and leaned closer to look at my face. "Do you know what I want you to drink? You're so excited." I nodded frantically, eager to show my arousal. Sister Zhao narrowed her eyes, as if she knew my answer. She straightened up and stood directly in front of me, placing one hand on my head and slowly stroking it, teasingly pressing my nose towards her genitals. "Then tell me," Sister Zhao slowly thrust her lower body forward, her outer labia parting under my nose, the alluring scent wafting into my nostrils, slowing my thoughts. "I'll make you drink—what?" Sister Zhao teased me.

"Drink your..." I paused, deciding to choose a straightforward word, "urine."

"Oh, hehehe," Sister Zhao covered her mouth with one hand, laughing, her waist shaking. Her right fingers slowly dug into
my hair, then suddenly pulled hard, yanking me back. I winced in pain, tilting my head back and spitting a mouthful of saliva onto my
cheek , which slowly dripped down. I was startled by this sudden reaction, unsure whether to lick it up or not.

"You slut! You drink urine? Did your mother give birth to you so you could drink other people's urine?!" A slap
landed, but it didn't hurt. I realized Sister Zhao wasn't really angry; she was just deliberately insulting me. I felt
a sense of relief.

"Master, other people's urine is urine, yours is holy water," I quickly changed the subject, speaking glibly.

"Holy water?" Sister Zhao slapped me again, the saliva on my face being flung away, leaving
a .

"You slut, drinking urine is fine, but you make it sound so nice. You lowly dog, does drinking a woman's urine excite you
this much ?"

"Only your holy water excites me." Stimulated by her words, my lower body swelled, and the feeling of being restrained followed.

"Hmph," Sister Zhao slapped me again. "Want to drink my urine? Fine, but you'll have to kowtow and beg me."

I quickly bent down, my head about to hit the floor, when a high heel stopped my forehead. "
Have you thought this through? If you kowtow, your mouth will become my toilet."

"I understand," I said firmly, my long-held desire not making me back down. I felt my forehead loosen;
the high heel moved away. I took a deep breath and slowly touched my head to the floor.

A new ritual was complete. I prepared to raise my head to receive the holy water discipline to come.

"Stop!" Sister Zhao's voice came from above. I immediately stopped raising my head, hovering in mid-air, awaiting
further instructions from my master. But there were no more words. I heard two soft taps beside my ear, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw two
high heels each take a small step outward.

A faint splashing sound, followed by a heat on my neck. Then, the sound of splashing water filled my ears.

[She peed.] I felt a sense of relief, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the goddess's sweet rain, letting her holy water pour over
my hair, back, and shoulders. My cheek was also splashed with my mistress's urine. I felt my soul
being extinguished by this holy water, turning into a wisp of smoke and dissipating.

"You slut," the mistress coldly uttered these two words, humiliating me. She thrust her hips forward, and I could
feel her urine splashing onto my lower back.

This continued for more than ten seconds. The mistress's urine began to drizzle, then became small streams
. I could feel Sister Zhao enjoying herself immensely, still squeezing out. Unfortunately, the supply was limited, and the last few drops
landed beside my cheek, creating ripples in the pool of holy water.

"Ah~" Sister Zhao groaned, whether from the pleasure of excretion or sadism, or both,
I couldn't tell .

A shoe sole stepped on the wet back of my head, squeezing out the urine from my hair, which
flowed down my forehead and cheek. "Drink it out loud, I want to hear you drink my pee, louder," Sister Zhao enjoyed this
wanton humiliation.

I endured the pressure from the back of my head, pursed my lips, and felt a warm
sensation It was my mistress's body temperature. With a sense of ritual, I began to suck this sacred liquid into my mouth.

"Huff huff huff, huff huff huff," the sucking sounds filled the entire living room, filled with greed, yet
with relish .

"So cheap," Sister Zhao clicked her tongue, kicked my head hard, and walked away. I saw her take
a tissue from the dining table to wipe her genitals, grab a glass on the table, and drink all the water in it. It seemed there was a second round,
I thought to myself with secret delight.

I turned my head and looked at my reflection in the urine. Due to the poor lighting, I could only make out
the general outline of my face, except for my eyes, which were exceptionally clear, gleaming with desire. I suddenly realized how
lowly I was. I recalled how I had always been my parents' proud son, a loyal brother in the eyes of my friends, and
an outstanding student among my classmates and teachers. Now, I was lying on the ground, greedily drinking a woman's urine. This stark contrast
and humiliation left me at a loss.

I suddenly shook my head and laughed, realizing how ridiculous my previous confusion had been. My mistress was far superior to me in both
ability and status. Compared to her, I was nothing in this city, just
a lowly dog under her crotch. Her urinating on my face was already a favor to me. Those ridiculous prides shouldn't
exist at this moment... As I thought this, my lower body tightened, feeling like it was about to burst.

The sound of Sister Zhao's high heels came from behind me and stopped. I felt a pain in my buttocks and turned around
to see Sister Zhao with one foot on my buttocks, twisting my flesh with her heel, while holding the key in her hand.

"Why did you stop? Lick it all clean!" Sister Zhao gave me a hard kick, and because I hadn't braced myself, I lost
my balance and fell sideways to the floor, my chest and arms covered in my master's urine.

I quickly straightened myself and continued absorbing the holy water from the floor. The urine on the floor quickly turned into a
thin layer, which I completely absorbed with my tongue. Sister Zhao's urine smelled slightly fishy,
and tasted only salty and bitter, not difficult to swallow, especially since my consciousness was already somewhat hazy at the moment, this urine
even had a faint sweetness.

Clink, a crisp sound pulled me back to reality, and a key appeared in front of me. Just as Sister Zhao had promised at the beginning
, I could ejaculate today. I quickly put the key in my mouth with my tongue and pressed it against the back of my tongue, afraid that
my master would change her mind.

"You're quite proactive now." Sister Zhao's high heel moved off my buttocks and stomped on my
back , making me tremble.

"Open it yourself," Sister Zhao released her foot from my grasp, putting on leather gloves as she did so.

I didn't dare delay; I turned the key, gently loosened it, and a wave of release washed over me. My penis,
constricted for so long, was now somewhat limp.

Sister Zhao moved a stool over, spread her legs, and sat down properly, ordering me to kneel before her.

"You slut," Sister Zhao said, shoving her fingers into my mouth through her gloves, making me lick them in turn.

"Later, I'll use your mouth," Sister Zhao said coquettishly, her use of a different term indicating a good mood. She
pinched my tongue between her thumb and forefinger and pulled it out. "You have to make me orgasm."

I nodded; this was one of my strengths.

Sister Zhao continued, "Do you know what a woman wants most when she orgasms?" Sister Zhao grinned wickedly, rubbing
my tongue; I felt my saliva welling up.

I retracted my tongue, swallowed, and nodded to indicate that I understood what was about to happen.

"Good," Sister Zhao patted my face. "You're smart, you don't need me to teach you, but..."

My heart tightened, waiting for what she would say next. "Without my permission, you're not allowed to touch yourself, understand?"

"Yes." So that's what she was worried about. I couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that my unauthorized ejaculation yesterday had
still made her doubt my obedience.

"Then come on," Sister Zhao moved her hips forward, revealing her delicate pink lips, and leaned back comfortably
.

Seeing this tempting scene, my penis hardened, and I slowly inserted my head between my mistress's legs,
starting from the inner thighs, my tongue licking Sister Zhao's skin inch by inch. Sister Zhao trembled. My tongue
circled , teasing her newly exposed clitoris...

"Mmm, ah," a happy moan came, and Sister Zhao's juices smeared my lips.

As I was licking Sister Zhao's genitals, I suddenly felt her anus twitch. I followed suit,
pressing my tongue against her anus and gently probing.

"Ah!" Sister Zhao's legs suddenly lifted, dangling in mid-air, her anus thrusting forward to allow me to penetrate
deeper . My tongue tasted bitterness, the residue from Sister Zhao's anus. I didn't think much of it and
continued to swirl it around, causing Sister Zhao to gasp softly.

"Alright," after I'd licked her anus, Sister Zhao pressed my head down, pulled away, panting, and
handed me a glass of water, complaining, "You're really like a dog, liking to eat anus. Rinse your mouth. Your job
is the front, don't get it wrong."

I drank the water, swirling it in my mouth, swallowing it along with the taste of Sister Zhao.

"Lick it properly," Sister Zhao readjusted her position. "If you mess around again, I won't let you cum." I smiled bitterly.
She had been enjoying it so much just now, but it had become my fault. Women...

After so many training sessions, my tongue had long become Sister Zhao's main sex organ for pleasure. In addition,
I had mastered Sister Zhao's sensitive spots and rhythm. Soon, Sister Zhao's juices began to flow freely. "Hmm, oh,
the slave's tongue is getting better and better," Sister Zhao praised me while moaning, making me work even harder.

Sister Zhao's clitoris was enveloped by my mouth, my tongue curling and flicking, and the clitoris slowly swelled up. I increased the speed of
my tongue .

"Hmm, ah, ah, I'm going to pee, I'm going to pee, get ready." Sister Zhao's hips pressed against my face, one hand
grabbing my hair, the other hand holding the back of the chair, slowly lifting her buttocks. "Hmm, ah, coming, open your mouth."

Sister Zhao's lower body trembled. I knew her orgasm was coming, so I opened my mouth and faced Sister Zhao's urethra
. Her lower body was trembling in front of me, and I was also trembling all over, excitedly waiting.

A torrent of urine hit my throat. Before I could even swallow the first mouthful, my trachea reacted,
causing me to cough uncontrollably, urine gushing out with each cough.

"Useless!" Sister Zhao cursed, but there was no sign of it stopping. The flood of pleasure was gushing
out of my anus, showing no sign of stopping.

Sister Zhao grabbed my hair, letting out soft moans, her body slowly twisting, letting the holy water freely cover
my entire body—my face, chest, lower abdomen, and even my penis—covered in the warm holy water. "You can
start now," Sister Zhao said breathlessly, trying to urinate as much as possible on me.

I felt like I had been granted a pardon, grabbing my penis and starting to masturbate. Intense pleasure quickly built up, waiting for that
moment of explosion. Sister Zhao, having just reached her climax, was now experiencing another climax of urination. She firmly gripped my hair,
bringing my face close to her genitals, straining her sphincter muscles, and shooting streams of urine onto my
nose and lips.

"Ugh~" The humiliation of being sprayed in the face with Zhao Jie's urine made my lower body twitch, and semen spurted out. My lower body
convulsed uncontrollably, and all the strength in my body was suddenly drained away, leaving me collapsed on the ground. An overwhelming pleasure overwhelmed my
consciousness.

Zhao Jie had also finished urinating at this moment. She looked at me with satisfaction, raised one foot, and stepped on my head,
gently grinding it, making sure my head was fully covered with the liquid on the floor. She seemed to really like this new training
exercise. "Clean the floor up."

I was completely powerless, and unconsciously stuck out my tongue, scooping up the liquid from the floor and putting it in my mouth, letting my mistress's
high heel grind on my head...

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