【My Story with Sister Zhao】(07) Author: 52676

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Author: 52676
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(VII)

I was cleaning up my mess on the floor when Sister Zhao's phone rang again. It sounded like it was one of her best friends calling.
The two women started chatting and gossiping on the phone. I knelt beside her watching Sister Zhao. She paced back and forth by the table while talking on
the phone , her long legs encased in white trousers swaying in front of me,
stirring up my desires again, and my penis slowly became erect.

Sister Zhao glanced at me, noticed my reaction, paused for a moment, looked at herself in the direction of my gaze,
smiled knowingly, and then beckoned me to crawl over.

"Kneel properly," Sister Zhao said, pressing the receiver of the phone down and looking down at me. Then she slowly turned around,
presenting her buttocks to me. "Don't get my pants dirty."

Sister Zhao held the phone in one hand and the table in the other, her slightly upturned buttocks making the seam of her trousers directly
in front of my nose. This movement made the pants bulge tightly against my buttocks, revealing
the rounded curves of my two full buttocks and making the cleft between them even more prominent. Observing a woman's buttocks so closely
was an unprecedented experience for me. I greedily licked the buttocks in front of me with my eyes, unwilling to look away for a moment.

Sister Zhao seemed to sense my burning gaze, turned her head, gave me a coquettish look, and then gently
pressed .

When my nose touched Sister Zhao's anus, a unique smell of anus appeared in my nostrils,
warm and surprisingly not too strong. The smell I had longed for was now being experienced in real life, and I
enjoyed it very much. I playfully rubbed my nose against the area of my anus that was taut by the pants, and I felt Sister Zhao's body
tremble. She patted my head with the hand that was pressing down on me.

"You know what, I recently got a dog," Sister Zhao glanced back at me and suddenly said to her
best friend on the phone.

"Golden Retriever, so obedient," Sister Zhao continued, "but he's too lecherous."

"You don't know that? He loves to sniff around all over himself," Sister Zhao chuckled, teasing me on the phone.

"Hahaha, you little pervert, I'll lend you my butt later." Perhaps Sister Zhao was tired of maintaining the previous posture, she straightened up
, stretched her back, and her plump buttocks pressed right against my face. My features were completely buried in the flesh between them
.

Sister Zhao seemed to enjoy the feeling of someone admiring her buttocks like that, and continued to talk while maintaining that posture,
"My dog's name is Xiao Wei, nice name, right? Short tail, so that's what it's called." Sister Zhao continued to tease me with her words,
but at this moment I had no sense of shame.

I couldn't breathe. My mouth was also squeezed, but I didn't struggle, because the darkness in front of me and the full
touch made me forget the necessity of breathing. If I could die here, it would be worth it.

The two women were laughing and making lewd jokes, Sister Zhao was laughing hysterically, and I could feel
the flesh of her buttocks trembling on my cheek. Half a minute passed, and I realized my veins were bulging. I quickly pulled my face
away from my buttocks and took a silent, deep breath.

Sister Zhao turned and glanced at me, satisfied that I hadn't made a sound. She switched the hand that was answering the phone, grabbed my
hair, and gently pulled it back, making me kneel on her lap. Her upper body leaned back slightly, and she kicked
my arm with her foot. I understood what she meant; she wanted me to be her human chair. My face was the seat, and my torso
and hands were the chair legs. The thrill of being used as an object aroused me even more. I supported myself with my hands and
nodded to Sister Zhao, indicating that I was ready. The hostess was gossiping about another woman's
promiscuous history. Seeing that I was ready, she walked over, turned around, spread her legs, and slowly sat down in front of my face.

Looking at the buttocks pressing down on me, I nervously took a deep breath. Then everything went black. Sister Zhao's
upper body weight was transferred from my face to my cervical spine, then split into three streams of pressure that passed through my spine and left and right arms to
the ground, canceling out the force of the ground, making me stable. After sitting down, Sister Zhao adjusted her position to
give my mouth room to breathe. My nose, which is quite straight, was deformed by the pressure of her soft buttocks, and it hurt a little,
but it didn't matter as long as I could support Sister Zhao.

Sister Zhao leaned forward, distributing some of her weight onto her legs, and slightly raised her buttocks to rub against my
nose. The tip of my nose was covered with the scent of her rear end, a scent that made my brain frantically
drain and fill my already swollen lower body. Losing my senses, I looked up at the goddess's buttocks and unconsciously
stuck out my tongue, wanting to taste the flavor wrapped under the white cloth.

"Okay, when I get back from Hangzhou, let's go to the place you mentioned for a spa. I'll let you
meet my Xiao Wei, haha, bye-bye." The half-hour phone call finally ended. Sister Zhao put her phone
on the table, turned around and looked at me, exclaimed "Ah!" and sat up. Because I lost my balance, my body trembled, and
before my mind could react, Sister Zhao grabbed my ear and pulled me to my feet. "Ouch, ouch, Master, be gentle." I didn't know
what I had done wrong.

Sister Zhao grabbed my ear and twisted it hard, making my face contort in pain. Then she pointed to the groin of
my thigh. "Look what you've done!" I looked down and saw that I had actually
licked my pants while lost in thought, leaving a faint mark.

"See how I deal with you," Sister Zhao said, unbuckling her belt, pulling down her pants, and throwing them at my face.
"Hang them up properly. If there's a mark tomorrow, I'll skin you alive and make you a new pair of pants." I got goosebumps all over and
quickly straightened the pants, hanging them on a hanger in my closet.

Sister Zhao was now only wearing a white, close-fitting undershirt, which looked like a matching set with her tight t-shirt,
making her look both sexy and casual. However, the women's belt she was holding made me uneasy.

"Come here, you stinking slave," Sister Zhao's address to me had changed; she was still angry. I was a little afraid of
the belt in her hand, so I walked up to her and knelt down.

"Master, this slave knows his mistake," I lowered my head, my forehead touching the floor, placed before Sister Zhao's jade-like feet.

"Hmph, what did you do wrong?" Sister Zhao swung the leather belt in her hand, pinching my hair with her toes. My head
could only sway from side to side with her feet, looking utterly pathetic.

"I shouldn't have, I licked you without your permission," I pleaded.

"You knew and still did it, shouldn't you be punished?" Sister Zhao stepped on my head, pressing down hard. "You should be punished," I knew
I couldn't talk back now.

"Hmm, very good. Since you said you should be punished, then I must give you a few lashes to teach you a lesson."
"Otherwise, I'll spoil you rotten, hehe."

"Thank you, Master," I said, quickly bowing and thanking her, just like the male slaves in the movies I'd seen.

"Come on, kneel up straight," Sister Zhao commanded, walking behind me. I had no choice but to grit my teeth and tense my back muscles.

"Don't be nervous, I'll be gentle with you," Sister Zhao breathed into my ear, making my tense muscles
relax.

*Snap*, the belt lashed my back, the burning pain making me cry out,
my voice distorted. Sister Zhao giggled at my reaction, circling around me. "Ouch, did I hurt you
?" Sister Zhao asked knowingly, pretending to pity me, draping one end of the belt over my shoulder and rubbing
it... Suddenly, the belt on my shoulder disappeared. The next instant, *Snap*, it struck near the spot that had hurt. My
body involuntarily lurched forward, almost falling over, the burning sensation spreading across my entire back.

"Master, I really know I was wrong, please forgive me."

"Look at you, so pathetic, you can't even last two lashes." Sister Zhao lashed me again, but this time she didn't use much force,
so the pain wasn't intense.

"It hurts," I winced.

Sister Zhao walked up to me, slightly parted her legs, and let my head
rest look up at me from above. "I really like this feeling right now, watching you obediently kneeling in front of me being
abused or humiliated by me, you get so excited." I noticed that Sister Zhao's cheeks were indeed a little flushed. "You know, these past few days
in Hangzhou , every night before bed, I've been watching that video in the office and masturbating, especially
the part where you eat my semen, I always orgasm there." I blushed as Sister Zhao continued, "So I
decided to come here today, just for this moment."

I am here to satisfy my mistress, I always remember that.

Sister Zhao let her ponytail down, took off her panties, and laid her private parts in front of me. I could see that her genitals
were already wet, and a strand of glistening fluid was hanging down.

"Lick!" A single word, yet a command.

My master's lower body was a honey pot, and I greedily licked every drop of her nectar into my mouth,
fully stimulating my taste buds before reluctantly swallowing. Sister Zhao's legs went weak from my licking,
so she used a leather belt to loop around my neck and pulled me towards the living room.

My master led me to the small sofa, without turning around, but instead pulled the end of the thin leather belt from between her legs
, tugging it forward inch by inch, dragging my head towards her plump, jade-like buttocks. "You like
licking, don't you? Today you can lick your fill!" Sister Zhao exerted force, and my face was pressed against her sweaty
buttocks . Without the cover of underwear and outer pants, and having just sweated, my master's anus emitted an even stronger
odor. At this moment, I truly felt like a dog, craving the taste of anus. My tongue felt electrified; the moment it touched Sister Zhao's anus, it sent a shiver through her body ,

causing her to involuntarily let out a groan. She didn't pull away; her anus tightened with the groan, then slowly relaxed. My tongue transmitted a bitter sensation to my brain, but my brain interpreted it as an alluring sweetness, issuing a monotonous, repetitive command to my tongue: lick. My tongue began to lick frantically, while Sister Zhao's pleasurable groans echoed above. The belt in her hand drew closer, the pleasure from her anus seemingly burying my head entirely inside her buttocks. Sister Zhao remained standing, a position that made her buttocks cleft very deep. I stretched my tongue out as far as I could, but only the tip could reach her clitoris. "Master," I swallowed, reminding her, "please move forward a little." Sister Zhao didn't speak, but knelt forward, sprawling on the sofa, spreading her long legs, and raising her round buttocks, facing me directly, awaiting my service. I was stunned. My mistress's posture was incredibly lewd. Her two white, fleshy buttocks were fully open , revealing a shy, brown bud about to bloom. The stamen was surrounded by fine hairs, glistening with saliva. I was certain that my tongue service had given Sister Zhao immense pleasure, as the honey-like fluid from her vulva had already flowed down her thighs onto the sofa. "Hurry up, it's getting cold," Sister Zhao said coquettishly, tugging at her belt. I quickly moved closer, opening my mouth as wide as possible to cover Sister Zhao's anus, using the heat from my mouth to warm her rectum. I could feel the petals trembling, regaining their vitality in the warm moisture. "Put your tongue in, yes," Sister Zhao's voice changed to one of pleasure. "Ah~" My tongue slowly pressed against the center of her anus, probing in little by little with the folds moving. Sister Zhao moaned, her buttocks thrusting back, the belt around her neck tightening as if she wanted to swallow my tongue with her rear " mouth ." I opened my mouth wider, strained my tongue, hardened it, and thrust . Sister Zhao's buttocks moved back and forth in front of me, responding to my movements. "You filthy dog, harder!" Sister Zhao loosened the belt and began rubbing her clitoris with her fingers. "Make Mommy feel good!" Sister Zhao started to speak incoherently. I thrust my face forward, my tongue churning wildly as it reached the very back of her anus. Sister Zhao's moans grew louder and more wanton. I guessed the neighbors had guessed that a couple was having sex in my room, but they didn't know it was in this unusual way. My tongue was connected to my mistress's anus, churning frantically, while Sister Zhao's hand rubbing her clitoris faster and faster. "Ahhh...it's coming!" My tongue had lost all feeling, but I still used my last bit of strength to help Sister Zhao reach orgasm. "Ugh!" Sister Zhao's body suddenly trembled, she recoiled, and my tongue was pulled out. I knew she had reached her peak. Exhausted, Sister Zhao slumped onto the sofa, panting, her pert anus opening and closing rhythmically. I leaned over to clean her genitals. "Mmm," Sister Zhao groaned softly, swaying her hips to signal me not to touch her. After a while, Sister Zhao recovered, turned around, and sat back down on the sofa, saying, "Get me a cigarette, it's in my bag ." So women smoke after sex too? I felt even more like a fledgling in front of Sister Zhao. I opened my bag, took out a pack of black YSL women's cigarettes and an old-fashioned lighter, and asked curiously, "Isn't YSL lipstick?" "You still know it's lipstick, not bad, much better than those people at the company," Sister Zhao said, taking the cigarette and putting it to her lips.

I lit the cigarette, exhaled smoke, and a faint minty scent filled the air, which wasn't offensive
to .

The hostess was lounging on the sofa, her hair
casually . She elegantly crossed her long legs, her hands resting on the armrests, the cigarette wisps of smoke
obscuring her face. What a charming scene, I thought to myself, wishing it
could last forever.

The hostess's pleasure seemed to finally subside; she sighed wistfully and beckoned to me. I quickly leaned
closer. "Blame it on you for not smoking," Sister Zhao winked at me. I was confused when she added,
"Open your mouth."

I understood immediately, obediently opening my mouth, letting the ash flick onto my tongue, then closing my mouth and swallowing.

"Hehehe, your mouth can hold a lot of filth," Sister Zhao said as she walked to the kitchen and stubbed out the cigarette in
the sink . Turning back to me, she said, "You've dirtied your sofa, you can clean it yourself. I'm going to take a shower."

I listened as Sister Zhao went into the bathroom, and looking at the white liquid stains she had left on the leather sofa, I stuck out my tongue
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