【My Story with Sister Zhao】(08) Author: 52676

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Author: 52676
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(VIII)

A sizzling sound woke me up, followed by a fragrant aroma. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a woman's back in
the kitchen . Her ponytail was high, and she wore only an apron, which clung to her long, white
neck. The tie at the bottom hung loosely around her slender waist, and the full flesh of her buttocks
jiggled slightly with her light movements. Her two long, straight legs swayed from side to side, and her jade-like feet were in a pair of oversized slippers
—my slippers.

Seemingly sensing my gaze, Sister Zhao turned around and saw that I had opened my eyes and was staring at her. She
smiled at me and said, "The eggs are fried. Get ready to get up."

Sister Zhao also had this virtuous side. I was mesmerized, finding it hard to connect the woman before me with that
promiscuous mistress. I got up, washed my face, and sat down at the dining table. Sister Zhao had already
prepared all the breakfast and was sitting opposite me.

For a woman in her forties, Sister Zhao takes excellent care of herself. If she told someone
she was only thirty, probably no one would doubt it.

Sister Zhao looked at my silly expression, covered her mouth and chuckled, then kicked my foot under the table. "Eat quickly, it's getting cold."

"Okay!" I devoured the food, quickly finishing it all. Although breakfast was simple,
each dish was exquisite—the kind of meticulousness only a mature woman possesses.

I was still a little unsettled by what happened last night, and secretly glanced at Sister Zhao. Her expression was
calm , revealing nothing.

"Slave," Sister Zhao addressed me, and I knew in my heart that another day of training had begun.

"Master," I quickly knelt down. "What are your orders?"

"I thought about it for a long time last night," Sister Zhao said calmly. "Perhaps you are right. Maintaining
this relationship might be the best choice."

My heart skipped a beat, and I regretted my decision last night. But what's done is done, and I could only grit my teeth
and accept it. "Master," I lowered my head to kiss Sister Zhao's toes. Sister Zhao didn't flinch. "I'm willing to serve you
for the rest of my life."

"Silly slave," Sister Zhao rubbed her foot against my hair, her voice laced with laughter. "I'm
satisfied with your kindness. Once you get married, I'll have to give way to your wife, hehe."

"I don't want to get married. You're enough for me," I said, flicking my big toe with my tongue.

"Don't talk nonsense. Aren't you the only son in your family?"

"Then my wife and I will serve you together."

"Hehehe," Sister Zhao laughed, amused by my words. "That's fine. Having another female slave isn't bad either." Sister Zhao seemed genuinely moved by my
words and thought about it seriously. "If you two have a child, how about your whole family serving me
? Hahaha."

"Haa," I mumbled, my tongue being pulled out by Sister Zhao's toes, almost dripping saliva
onto the floor.

"You're so shameless," Sister Zhao released my toes, crossed her legs, and gently stepped on my face with one foot.
There was a slight plastic smell on the soles of my feet; I guessed it was from my slippers. "

To kill time in the morning, Sister Zhao took out her notebook and we went through all
the videos she'd collected. When we watched the part about her having sex with Boss Zhang, Sister Zhao had me give her oral sex to help her reach orgasm.

After the orgasm, Sister Zhao tilted her head back, the flush fading from her face, and lazily clamped my head between her thighs,
swaying it from side to side.

'It still feels a little different,' Sister Zhao sighed deeply.

'What's different?' I looked up, my tongue stopping its cleaning work.

Sister Zhao gave a soft hum, pressed my head down, and gestured for me to continue cleaning up the mess."

"The feeling of orgasm," Sister Zhao said, savoring the memory. "It's a little different."

I was a bit confused. Sister Zhao continued, "There are two types of female orgasms. One is a clitoral orgasm, which is
what you just brought out with your mouth." The hostess patted my head. "And the other type of orgasm," Sister Zhao
licked her tongue, "is the kind you see in the video, achieved through penetration." Hearing this, I felt a little uncomfortable
because one uses the tongue, and the other uses the penis. For male animals, the latter is undoubtedly more worthy of boasting.

"So which one do you prefer?" I was more concerned about this question.

"I like them both," Sister Zhao said. "Each has its own beauty. I like watching you lick my genitals with your tongue. Besides
the feeling moment. "But
when Lao Zhang's penis fills my vagina, I feel very full, especially when he reaches the deepest part of my uterus. I can feel very
... how to say it, full!"

"And," Sister Zhao seemed to be savoring the feeling, "and the orgasm I reach with Lao Zhang lasts a very long time."

I could see that the mistress was starting to prefer the feeling of having sex with Mr. Zhang, and I couldn't help but feel jealous. I started
teasing Sister Zhao's clitoris with my tongue again, which made her gasp several times.

"The slave is jealous," Sister Zhao said with a laugh, pulling my hair to separate my genitals from hers. "What's the rush?
Today I'll let you enjoy Lao Zhang's treatment, hehehe..."

I couldn't believe my ears. Could it be that Sister Zhao had changed her mind and agreed to have normal sex with me?
A sudden surge of joy overwhelmed me, but worry followed closely. In terms of size, I was far inferior to Mr. Zhang, and
in terms of duration, I was less than half as good. Sister Zhao was used to large-sized sex toys; my standard size would likely be difficult to satisfy her.
The more I thought about it, the more worried I became, and even my penis seemed to shrink.

Just then, Sister Zhao's phone rang. She glanced at it and beamed, "You're here so fast!"

I was startled. "Here? Who's here?"

Sister Zhao gave me a mischievous smile. "You'll find out soon enough."

My heart sank. No wonder she asked for my address last night—could it be Mr. Zhang?
Why ? Could it be…? I dared not think too much, but a lewd image began to surface in my mind: In the image, a man and
a woman were sitting on my sofa, enjoying sexual intercourse. Their moans and the sounds of their bodies colliding were intertwined. The man's
thick penis was thrusting in and out of the woman's vagina, eliciting soft
moans from her. Beneath her buttocks, another man's face was clearly visible, his tongue lolling out, licking her anus to arouse her. After both men and women reached orgasm
simultaneously , the woman straddled the other man's face, laughing lewdly as she watched him consume her
semen.

Clearly, in this impromptu fantasy, Sister Zhao was the woman, and I was the
man being ridden beneath her—if this could even be called a man…

I was somewhat surprised by the content of my fantasy, but it seemed that ever since my last experience in the office, I subconsciously
harbored a craving for Sister Zhao to directly cuckold me. I quickly shook my head, trying to
clear these images from my mind.

Knock, knock, knock, the door opened. Sister Zhao was one step ahead, opening the door first.

"Hello, Ms. Lin Ru, is this your package?"

"Okay, thank you, please sign here, right?" Sister Zhao took a large package, handed it to me, took
the delivery slip, and quickly signed her name. She saw the deliveryman off.

Package? My mind was blank. I had thought it was General Manager Zhang, but it turned out to be a deliveryman. I
couldn't help but blush at the image I had been fantasizing about, and felt guilty for misunderstanding Sister Zhao earlier.

"Who is Lin Ru?" I finally asked the first question that had been on my mind.

"Of course it's me, you idiot, can you use your real name to buy these things!" Sister Zhao said while unpacking the box, and before
I could ask another question, she had already taken out a black cylindrical object from the unpacked box.

Yes, a whole box of sex toys naturally answered my second question. However,
rather than sex toys, most of them were SM items. Sister Zhao laid them out one by one on the dining table,
fiddling with them, making me feel like I was looking at an SM toy display case.

Various whips, collars, gags, hoods, handcuffs, wearable dildos, low-temperature candles, lubricant,
condoms, women's leather clothing, enema syringes, jet-black female dildos, and some other things I couldn't name
. I suspected that Sister Zhao had bought everything from that online store.

So many varieties, it made me tremble with fear. It was obvious that I was the test subject for these toys.

"Sister Zhao, why did you buy all these things?" I asked my third question.

"To train my slave, I have two and a half days left." Sister Zhao picked up the dildo, looking
quite satisfied with the size.

"When did you buy it?" I kept asking. "Last night, I placed the order before asking for your address." Sister Zhao then
picked up a short whip and waved it in the air.

"That's too fast!" I took a step back to avoid accidentally hurting anyone.

"I found a local seller in Shanghai. It's a big order, and I even used SF Express for express delivery. How could it not be fast?" Sister Zhao rolled her eyes at me
, as if I shouldn't have asked these questions.

"How much does this cost?" I couldn't help but mutter.

"Only a little over five thousand. It's for you. I bought the best. I'm good to you, right?" Sister Zhao winked at me
and smiled mischievously. "There are two more large items, but they weren't shipped from the same company, so you'll have to wait a bit."

I had no doubt about Sister Zhao's financial situation. As a middle-level manager with an annual salary, Sister Zhao
could earn over three hundred thousand yuan in bonuses alone. Moreover, she owned two mortgage-free properties in downtown Shanghai. She could live
a very comfortable life. However, Sister Zhao was very low-key at the company. I only
knew about her family situation from a few words on the phone or from her taste.

Perhaps this is the life of the middle class—no pressure to survive, able to improve their quality of life according to their own wishes
.

"These things..." I stared at the wearable dildo on the table, my heart pounding with dread. Although
I'd fantasized about being violated by Sister Zhao, the thought of it being real... made my anus tighten.

"Don't be afraid, I'll develop you little by little," Sister Zhao chuckled at my nervousness. "After seeing
so many videos you've given me, I've been wanting to try it for a while."

"Me too," I blurted out, startled. Sister Zhao
stared at , then a wicked smile crept across her face—it was incredibly beautiful.

I knew the lewd game was about to begin...

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