【My Story with Sister Zhao】(05) Author: 52676

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I hid in the darkness, trying to calm myself, but the erotic scene on the screen and
the moans in my ears made my breathing increasingly rapid.

The woman in the video was still wearing a black bra, but her full breasts were mostly exposed.
She was sitting on the armrest of the sofa, giving oral sex to the man in front of her. The tip of his magnificent penis was being repeatedly swallowed, spat out, and licked by her
lips , making smacking sounds; while her two testicles were being gently
rubbed by her hands. The man comfortably touched the woman's breasts. "Baby, your technique is amazing!" The woman seemed encouraged
, her head bobbing back and forth more rapidly, the air between her mouth and penis making rhythmic popping sounds. The man
comfortably raised his head.

My high and mighty Sister Zhao was actually sucking another man's penis. Although I was mentally prepared,
seeing this scene still made me somewhat sad.

"My mouth is so tired," Sister Zhao complained, rubbing her cheeks as she slowly pulled Zhang's penis out.

"It's too big down there," Zhang laughed, touching Sister Zhao's face. "Your little mouth can't hold it."

"Hmph," Sister Zhao feigned anger, but her hand never left Zhang's genitals.

Zhang's penis was indeed very large, perhaps a little longer than normal, and very thick. Although it lacked the perky shape of
a young man , it could still make most men lose confidence, and I was one of them.

Sister Zhao's hand continued to stroke it. Zhang took a condom from his pocket and handed it to Sister Zhao. "Here,
put this on."

Sister Zhao took the condom but casually tossed it onto the sofa. "No need, you'll ejaculate inside me today."

"Oh? Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?" Zhang was somewhat surprised, after all, the feeling of not using a condom was more addictive.

"I'm counting down the days, it's okay, besides, I'd be willing to have a son with you," Sister Zhao teased.

Ejaculate inside! Sister Zhao actually wanted him to ejaculate inside her! I almost screamed. Oral sex plus ejaculation inside—my goddess
had given away this ultimate experience to another man, while I could only use my mouth to satisfy another man's lust
. This intense shame made my breathing quicken, and my lower body involuntarily hardened. This
was probably what I truly longed for.

I looked at the screen again. My mistress was sitting on Mr. Zhang's lap, her bra completely off.
Mr. Zhang was sucking on Sister Zhao's left breast, his other hand groping her buttocks. Sister Zhao was trembling, her
face flushed, panting heavily.

"Ugh, you've made me so wet, I can't even wear my panties anymore!" Sister Zhao broke free from Mr. Zhang, walked to the desk,
turned around, her back covering most of the screen. She sat half-sitting on the desk,
unzipped , and slowly pulled it down, throwing it to Mr. Zhang.

"Haha, if you can't wear them anymore, just take them off. Let's get down to business." Mr. Zhang's penis was erect. "Let's do it here,
" Sister Zhao slapped the table. Then she took off her underwear and threw it to Mr. Zhang.

"I like it," Mr. Zhang caught the underwear, smelled it, and casually tossed it onto the sofa before walking towards his desk.

Mr. Zhang was about 1.8 meters tall, so the height of the desk wasn't a problem for him. He picked up Sister Zhao,
lifted her up, and placed her on the desk. The camera in front of me shook slightly. Having considered this possibility, I
had covered the camera with several thick books at noon, so the lens wouldn't change unless I used too much force.

Sister Zhao supported her upper body weight with her arms, her buttocks wedged against the edge of the desk, her calves held by Mr. Zhang's
hands . With two clicks, Mr. Zhang took off her high heels and threw them on the floor. Sister Zhao was now
only wearing flesh-colored stockings. I saw Mr. Zhang press his penis between Sister Zhao's legs and slowly rub it.

"Darling, come in quickly," Sister Zhao's face grew increasingly flushed, her lower body arching forward repeatedly. "Give it to me."

"Give you what?" Mr. Zhang grinned wickedly, continuing to tease Sister Zhao. "Say it."

"My cock, give me your big cock~" Sister Zhao moaned, her language becoming increasingly explicit.

"Whose big cock?" Mr. Zhang persisted. "My husband's big cock, I want it!" Sister Zhao's arousal had
reached its peak, and she was no longer thinking clearly. I suddenly felt a little sorry for Sister Zhao's husband.

"Baby, your husband is here," Mr. Zhang said, guiding his penis with his hand and slowly inserting it
between Sister Zhao's legs. Perhaps because Sister Zhao's vulva was already overflowing, his penis moved forward without resistance, penetrating all the way in, even
I could feel a sense of fullness.

"Ah~" Sister Zhao let out a long moan, letting the two men in the room understand her pleasure.

"Husband, it feels so good," Sister Zhao's comfortable voice said. "Harder, fuck me harder, ah, ah."

The camera shook with the movements of the two men. On the table, Sister Zhao lay completely flat, grasping her
breasts with her hands, her lips slightly parted, uttering moans with each thrust of Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang held her legs
together in his arms to prevent the woman in front of him from being pushed too far.

*Slap slap slap slap, ah, slap slap slap, so good, ah, slap slap slap slap slap slap, oh oh, slap slap slap*
The sounds of flesh colliding, mixed with Sister Zhao's moans and Mr. Zhang's panting, made the room exceptionally quiet. I could even
hear my own pulse.

*Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap* Mr. Zhang's sexual prowess left me speechless. The number on the upper right corner of my phone had already changed 10
times, but Mr. Zhang showed no sign of stopping; instead, he increased the frequency of his thrusts.

"Ahhhhh, husband, ah, you're so good, much better than that good-for-nothing, ahhh, I,
I want you to fuck me every day, fuck me to death!" Sister Zhao's lewd side was displayed before me without reservation, while I
wondered who she meant by "good-for-nothing"—her husband? Me? Or perhaps one of Sister Zhao's other unsatisfactory lovers?
Most likely it was me, I thought to myself with a self-deprecating laugh, after all, only my tongue had ever entered her body…

"Coming, I'm going to cum," the line I'd been waiting for finally appeared.

"Cum inside me, I'm coming too," Sister Zhao gasped. A deep "Mmm" followed, and Mr. Zhang thrust himself
against Sister Zhao's crotch, then froze for a few seconds. I could imagine streams of hot semen
spraying rapidly from his penis into my mistress's uterus, the intense impact and excitement carrying her to the peak…
…

"Ah~" Sister Zhao's trembling lower body and satisfied expression told me how happy she was.

"Baby," the man slowly pulled his wet penis out, "You were really lewd today."

"Want to know why?" The woman sat up, wiping the man with a tissue.

"You missed me too much," the man said, laughing as he fondled the woman's heaving breasts.

"Stop being so vain," the woman pinched the man's testicles, causing him to wince in pain.

"I have some entertainment tools," the woman's words instantly made my heart leap into my throat.

"Oh, what is it?"

"Hehe," the woman in the video got off the table, put on her shoes, smiled at the camera, and slowly
walked towards the wardrobe—that is, towards me.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. The sound of high heels grew closer, each step feeling like a blow to my heart.

On the screen, Sister Zhao stood facing the mirror, her high heels accentuating her perfect buttocks and long legs. She
looked at her reflection with satisfaction, then bent slightly, her upper body pressed against the mirror, her legs slightly parted, her
full , and gave Mr. Zhang a flirtatious wink, saying, "Do it again from behind, and I'll sue you."
On the other side of the mirror, Sister Zhao's voice was incredibly clear; I could even hear her inner wicked laughter.

I couldn't believe Sister Zhao was going to betray me like this. Helplessness and anger filled my entire body. So she
had planned !

"Honey, I'm not as young as you used to be, and I still have to pay my dues tonight," Mr. Zhang
said as he pulled up his pants. I let out a soft sigh.

"But, honey, I'm still curious about what kind of thing you use for your amusement?" Mr. Zhang finished dressing and
then walked behind Sister Zhao, gently touching her buttocks. Sister Zhao swayed gently in response.

"Want to know?" Sister Zhao turned her head away, grinning mischievously. An ominous premonition crept into my heart again.

"Hmm, I'll find one next time too," Mr. Zhang leaned in and kissed Sister Zhao's lips. Their tongues
intertwined , making indistinct sounds.

"It's nothing," Sister Zhao pushed Mr. Zhang away and patted the mirror. "Here, it's this mirror."

"A mirror?"

"Yeah, seeing us making love in the mirror makes me feel really good..." I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Sister Zhao
was deliberately trying to scare me, but she didn't betray me in the end.

"Haha, honey, you're a real gem," Mr. Zhang slapped Sister Zhao's buttocks, making her let out a soft
cry.

"Ugh, you just left after you were done with me, you heartless bastard!" Sister Zhao said, half-coquettishly, half-complaining.

"Don't worry, baby, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. I'll definitely treat you well."

...

After Mr. Zhang was seen off, I heard Sister Zhao return to the cabinet in her high heels. With a whoosh, the cabinet door was
suddenly pulled open, and the ceiling light shone on my pupils, making me instinctively close my eyes. After my eyes slowly
adjusted , I saw Sister Zhao standing with her hands on her hips, looking down at me, a slight smile on her lips. "How was it, slave?"

"Pretty, pretty good," I didn't know how to answer.

"I didn't ask you how it was. How was my performance just now?" Sister Zhao gestured for me to stand up, then snatched my
phone away, looking at the image on the screen. "You filmed it all, right?"

"Yes, I filmed it, Master, you looked absolutely gorgeous just now," I said sincerely.

"Why are you so clumsy with words now?" Sister Liu rolled her eyes at me. Suddenly, I let out a scream.

"What's wrong?" I was startled. "Quick, come here!" Sister Zhao grabbed my hair, squeezed my legs together, and quickly
walked to her desk. She plopped down in her swivel chair, making me crawl under the desk.

"Quick, quick, it's flowing out!" Sister Zhao put her legs on the desk, sat on the edge of the chair, and brought her
vulva close to my face. "Slave, you know what you need to do, right?"

"Yes, Master." I swallowed and stuck out my tongue.

"Yes, ah, lick it well." Sister Zhao shifted her buttocks comfortably and adjusted her posture.

"It's all yours, eat it all." Sister Zhao said some lewd things, arousing me and making
me hard.

"Little sex slave, I let Old Zhang shoot inside today just to leave you something fresh. How about it? Master
treats you well, right? Eat it while it's hot, hehehe." As Sister Zhao spoke, she suddenly pushed her right leg forward,
squeezing my face hard. I looked up in confusion and saw that Sister Zhao had hooked the camera on the desk
, held it in her hand, and pointed the lens directly at me.

"Come on, stick out your tongue, let me see," Sister Zhao commanded, pointing at the phone screen.

I obediently stuck out my tongue, a thin layer of white fluid clinging to it, making the scene look incredibly lewd.

"Eat it," Sister Zhao said to the screen. I could see her cheeks were flushed with arousal, and her nipples
were erect .

I closed my mouth and made a swallowing motion; it tasted like swallowing phlegm, and my mouth was filled with a fishy, foul
smell.

"Hahaha, you should really see what it's like to eat semen," Sister Zhao looked away from the screen, watching
my expression and laughing lewdly.

"Continue, there's more inside," Sister Zhao scraped around the entrance of her vagina with her middle finger, then put it in my mouth,
making me suck on it. "You've got quite a meal for dinner, hehehe."

I licked the semen off the woman's inner thighs, fingers, and labia, but I couldn't reach
the part inside Sister Zhao's body, so I could only press my mouth against the woman's vaginal opening and make some sucking motions.

"You glutton, don't rush, it'll be here soon," Sister Zhao adjusted her position again to let the semen flow
out .

But after a minute, my mouth was already cleansed by Sister Zhao's vaginal fluids, and
nothing came out.

"Strange," Sister Zhao shuddered her lower body.

"Master," I moved my mouth slightly away from her lower body, "If you can't, please change positions."

"You're so cheap," Sister Zhao scratched my hair, then stood up and pointed to the table, "Come on, lie down."

I obediently lay down on the table, and Sister Zhao positioned the camera aimed at my head, then stepped
onto the table using a swivel chair. She straddled my head, placed her feet on either side of my head, and adjusted her position so that
the junction of her vulva and anus was directly above my face. This angle excited me immensely.

"You cheap dog, you're allowed to take care of yourself when you eat later," Sister Zhao rubbed my face with one shoe, "but you have to stop
after you finish eating , understand?"

"Thank you, Master," I said as if I had been granted a pardon, pulling my penis out of my pants. "Hehe," Sister Zhao chuckled
, saying nothing, but my face turned red. Although she didn't say it directly, that contemptuous laugh made me realize that
my size was not up to her standards.

"Here it is, fresh and hot." Sister Zhao slowly squatted down and pressed her labia against my open mouth. My
nose was below her anus, and a smell rushed straight into my nose. Although my brain told me that this was not
a pleasant smell, my hormones made me realize that this was the smell that aroused me the most.

As my tongue entered her vagina, I suddenly felt a thick liquid flowing down the vaginal walls. I started
to stir it with my tongue, trying to guide it into my mouth, but I failed. A large drop of semen
dripped directly from Sister Zhao's vagina into my throat and slid down my esophagus.

"You can masturbate now," Sister Zhao said, satisfied with my performance, unaware that I had swallowed it whole.

My hand gripped her hot penis and began to rub it. The double humiliation, both physical and psychological, made me
ejaculate in less than half a minute, my semen shooting high into the air. I could feel my right hand and right arm
covered my bodily fluids.

"Hahaha, you worthless thing," Sister Zhao finally couldn't hold back, shamelessly humiliating me.
"Looks like your tongue is the most useful."

I lay under Sister Zhao's buttocks, my mind blank, but my tongue was still working mechanically, my mouth already
cleaning all the secretions from Sister Zhao's genitals.

"Did you like the dinner I made for you?" Sister Zhao stood up and turned around, looking down at me.

I nodded numbly. Sister Zhao lowered her head. "Open your mouth, I'll give you a dessert." I opened my mouth,
and a mouthful of clear saliva dripped down, but unfortunately, it wasn't aimed properly and landed on the left side of my nose.
Just as I was wondering what to do with the saliva on my face, a shoe sole swept past my eyes, stepped on the saliva, and
shoved it towards my mouth.

"Didn't feed you properly," Sister Zhao said, smearing the saliva on my outstretched tongue with the sole of her shoe. "I'll pay attention next time,
hehehehe."

I looked at the woman stomping on my face with saliva, and a strange feeling welled up inside me.

...

"Master," I knelt on one knee and helped Sister Zhao put her underwear on one leg. "What?" Sister Zhao lit
a cigarette, lifted her other leg, and let me put the underwear on.

"You said you wanted to show Mr. Zhang the tool to enhance the pleasure." I pulled the underwear up along the mistress's leg,
returning it to its original position. "You startled me."

"Hehe," Sister Zhao said, "You know, for a moment I really wanted to open the closet door."

She took a drag of her cigarette and slowly exhaled. "I really wanted to see your expression then."

"Luckily you didn't open it," I smiled. "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to stay in this company."

"I didn't open the door because it would be meaningless if I saw it," Sister Zhao smiled. "I like
the feeling of having someone who can only watch but never have me."

"You like the feeling of being worshipped?" I replied.

"Yes, the feeling of being worshipped." Sister Zhao looked at me. "You know, when I was making love with Lao Zhang,
all I could imagine was you in the closet watching me helplessly, and cleaning up
afterward ..."

"Master, as long as you're happy." When I heard the mistress say that she was thinking of me during sex, my eyes welled up, and I
suddenly had an impulse to die for the woman in front of me, as long as she said it.

"Hmm, very good." Sister Zhao took my chastity belt from the drawer and tossed it to me. "I'm going to
Hangzhou . You have to wear it until I get back. Be good, and I'll take good care of you when I return.

" I nodded, put on the cold chastity belt, and handed the key to Sister Zhao. "Master, you'd better
come back soon, or I'll go crazy missing you."

Sister Zhao patted my face. "Do you miss me or this key? We'll see how you behave when you get back. Oh, and remember
to save the video for me. I want to watch it slowly, especially the last part, hehehe."

"No problem." I had just agreed when I suddenly remembered that the last part was all my embarrassing moments, and I couldn't help but blush.
I started using Sister Zhao's computer to save all the crazy scenes from just now...

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