The girl in my dream

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The Girl in My Dreams

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Shaoting has been saving this for the past week, probably the most in any category.

An Shaoting's favorite genres are erotic novels about spring and campus life, and deep down he's disgusted by the use of violence and sadomasochism against women. But those innocent stories he loves are of no help to him now.

How can he act like a normal person without her noticing? How can he act like a
ruthless "master"? He'd never even considered this role before, and now he's being forced into it, which is really difficult for him.

Right now, all he wants to do is pick up the beautiful woman on the ground and rub and caress her to his heart's content.

But he knows that if he makes one mistake, everything will be completely ruined. Not only will this girl stop letting him take advantage of her, but it might also attract the real "master," then…

Oh my god! Suddenly, this thought crossed his mind, and fear gripped his heart once more. What if that man discovered he was taking advantage of his sex slave here? Would they…? They might do anything… Now that he, An Shaoting, knew their perverse secret and the girl's address, wouldn't they kill him?

But how could he possibly pass up this almost completely naked girl? He had never been with a truly naked woman before.

Even death would be worth it.

An Shaoting made up his mind and, feigning a very cold tone, said to the girl on the ground, "Lie still! Do you hear me?"

"Yes, Master."

An Shaoting moved around the girl, pressed himself against the wall by the bathroom door, and was satisfied to see the girl obediently lying on the ground, not daring to move.

An Shaoting quickly checked the bathroom, then went to the window and looked out. He was pleased to find that the window faced a platform from which he could easily jump to the platform on the right, which seemed to lead to a fire escape.

This was perfect; if the man suddenly appeared, he could escape through this window. He tried to pull up the latch for escape, but found it was broken. This was ideal; the environment was too advantageous. With such a convenient escape route, he could handle any unexpected situation.

The girl remained motionless on the ground.

An Shaoting felt slightly relieved and walked to the small bed behind the girl, sitting down and greedily staring at the girl lying face down on the ground, wearing only a pair of panties and a bra. His heart pounded with anxiety.
Was this a dream come true? It was even more insane than the wildest dreams.

He wanted nothing more than to pounce on her and hold her delicate body in his arms.

He struggled to control his impulse and slowly said to the girl on the ground,

"Turn around."

His icy tone surprised even himself.

The girl, her head almost touching the ground, slowly crawled on her hands and feet to turn around, facing An Shaoting, still in her previous position.

An Shaoting gave the order again: "Stand up."

The girl obediently got up, her head down, not daring to look at him, her hands nervously placed at her sides. Her shoulder-length hair draped over her shoulders, but couldn't cover her snow-white breasts; her erect breasts strained against her bra, fully exposed to An Shaoting's eyes.

Her near-perfect body seemed to have some bruises, like marks left from a whipping, or perhaps natural birthmarks. Her two shapely thighs were pressed tightly together, and there also seemed to be some inappropriate bruises on her snow-white legs.

An Shaoting stared blankly at the beautiful, half-naked woman before him, his penis rapidly swelling in his trousers.
That day in the supermarket, he only saw a small part of the upper part of her breasts, and that was enough to make his blood boil.

And now… God! She's so beautiful.

An Shaoting was very satisfied with the way the girl kept her head down—he preferred that she didn't stare at him. Although the lighting here wasn't very bright, if she stared at him for too long, she would inevitably notice something amiss. Fortunately, the girl had already accepted him as her "master," and she didn't dare to look directly at this imposter.

"Take off everything."

An Shaoting nervously held his breath—would she obey and take off all her clothes? Had she ever taken off all her clothes before? Since she had become a sex slave, even giving oral sex, there shouldn't be any problem, right? If she did as he was told, wouldn't he soon be seeing a completely naked woman for the first time in his life? —And the naked body of such a beautiful girl?
The girl didn't protest at all, and without hesitation, she obediently put her hands behind her back to unhook her bra, her shoulders tensed and she shook, then used her hands to pull the loosened bra off her arms.

An Shaoting was so excited that he could hardly breathe.

Wow! What a captivating pair of breasts—the breasts covered by the bra were a shade whiter than the surrounding skin, and between the two triangular bra marks were two tight, rounded breasts, with two nipples like two ripe mulberries, protruding straight from her chest, creating an extremely provocative and sensual scene.
Before An Shaoting could even savor this thrilling naked image, the girl bent over, pulled down her remaining panties, shook her legs a couple of times, and kicked the panties aside.

Then she stood up straight again, her hands still by her sides, completely exposing her body to An Shaoting, allowing him to look at her as he pleased.

Ah!

An Shaoting gasped again—this was a genuine naked woman!

His gaze greedily lingered on her dark pubic hair, then swept over her entire body, feeling that two eyes weren't enough to take it all in.

An Shaoting's blood was surging, his engorged penis throbbing in his pants. He was almost breathless from the stimulation of seeing this naked woman for the first time. His excitement made him nearly lose control; he wanted to pounce on her and thoroughly caress her beautiful body.
How could he not crave to touch such a real, naked girl?

An Shaoting thought to himself, since this girl considered him her master, she wouldn't dare resist if he touched her. Hadn't she said in front of the Yuanxiao shop that he could do whatever he wanted in her room?

But would his lecherous appearance arouse her suspicion?

He licked his dry lips, unable to think of a better solution. The intense urge to touch this beautiful, naked girl's body made it impossible for him to remain calm. Even the most virtuous man in ancient times probably wouldn't be able to resist such a stimulating sight.

Without thinking twice, he commanded her in as calm a tone as possible,

"Come here."

The girl obediently took two steps forward. Now her breasts were directly in front of his eyes.

He trembled slightly as he reached out his right hand and gently pinched her left breast with his five fingers.

For the first time in his life, he had touched a woman's most sensual part—a soft breast.

Ah! So this is what it feels like to squeeze a woman's breasts. An Shaoting fully immersed himself in the experience of this woman's breasts, which he had never had the chance to touch before, carefully feeling the alluring, smooth flesh through the touch of his fingers.

The girl stood obediently in front of him, letting him squeeze and touch her, her body trembling involuntarily under his touch, her breasts now even more erect.

After squeezing one breast, An Shaoting was no longer reserved, and then his other hand squeezed the girl's other breast, his fingers sliding outwards, both palms, already sweaty, gently pressing against the tip of her nipple at the same time, making her unable to help but let out a groan.

"Ah..."

An Shaoting could hardly believe it—he was now sitting on this girl's fragrant bed, freely touching the body of the girl he hadn't dared to dream of making her his lover just half an hour ago, the body of the girl in his dreams—even in a dream, he could never have imagined such a beautiful dream!

But now everything had become reality—and reality was even more beautiful than his boldest dream.
His left hand lingered on her breast, while his other hand began to trace down her smooth abdomen.

He was so excited he almost cried out.

His hand slid to her pubic hair, then further down, touching more pubic hair. Then, he slowly slid his index finger into the cleft beneath the pubic hair—ah! He had touched the woman's most intimate part—her vulva!
An Shaoting knew quite a bit about the structure of female genitalia; there were countless enlarged close-up photos of female genitalia online.

But now, touching such a real vulva, the excitement in his heart was indescribable. Watching those vulvas in photos and videos could never compare to the feeling of touching them with his own hands!

His fingers touched two moist, bulging labia, and with a little force, his fingers squeezed into the even moister, tender flesh inside her cleft.

Ah! An Shaoting felt a surge of excitement; he knew he had touched the girl's labia.

Suddenly, he remembered countless novels mentioning that a woman's vulva would become wet during arousal. So, this girl has been aroused by his touching, hasn't she?

He was excited by this discovery. He began to recall the scenes often described in the novels on the Yuan Yuan website where women were aroused by men's touch, and now it seemed there was such a thing.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered that he could use this kind of question to "torture" this "slave."

Yes! Isn't this exactly the scene described in many savage novels? — Forcing a woman to admit her lewdness, making her feel ashamed for her body's lewd reactions.

An Shaoting asked in a mocking tone, "Slave, are you wet down there?"

"Yes, Master."

The girl obediently admitted it, which made An Shaoting feel very bored. He thought she would deny it in shame, and then he could show her his wet fingers to force her to admit it.

"Why are you wet?" "Because when Master plays with me, I get wet."

Although the girl's answer was also very provocative, it was not what An Shaoting thought she would say,
such as "because I am lewd. " An Shaoting pressed further, "Are you a very lewd woman?"

"Yes, Master."

The conversation with the girl wasn't very stimulating, leaving An Shaoting somewhat disappointed. The girl obediently admitted to everything; what was the point of asking her any more questions? Moreover, her submissive appearance stirred his pity, and he couldn't bear to humiliate her further.

His attention returned to his fingers groping her body, carefully savoring every subtle sensation as they touched this alluring flesh.

He wanted to keep touching her like this forever. It was so stimulating; he could never get enough of it.
However, he also knew he couldn't just keep touching her. No master would only touch his sex slave with his hands, right?
His desire had already reached its peak; it was time to get real.

But he still hesitated about the next step. After all, he had never had real sexual experience; he didn't even know how to insert his penis into this vagina. He

would take it one step at a time. An Shaoting quickly unbuttoned his white shirt, threw it off on the bed, revealing his fairly muscular chest. He was about to take off his pants himself when he suddenly remembered why not let this "female slave" serve him?

He felt a surge of pride, leaned back on the bed, and commanded the girl standing before him, "Take off my pants."

The girl looked at him with some surprise, but dared not disobey, immediately beginning to unbuckle his belt and remove his pants.

He watched with even greater smugness as the girl served him, instantly exposing his erect penis to her.

After the girl bent down and removed his pants, without waiting for his command, she silently stroked

his penis, then proactively placed her lips on the glans, gently kissing it. The intense stimulation from her lips rubbing against his penis was like an electric current, coursing through his body, almost making him groan. Then, a suction force pulled his penis in, her mouth tightly enveloping it.

Ah!…

He gasped deeply, sitting on the bed, comfortably enjoying the girl's second oral service.

An Shaoting thought this was for the best; he'd let her perform oral sex on him again, lest he make a mistake due to wild guesses. Seeing her offer oral sex twice, he figured her real "master" probably made her do it often.

Besides, the feeling of the girl's mouth on his penis was simply wonderful.

This time, he wasn't as flustered as he had been in the elevator. Now he could not only fully appreciate the feeling of his penis being enveloped in her warm, comfortable mouth, but also clearly watch the wonderful scene of his penis going in and out of her mouth.

He was completely intoxicated.

Suddenly, the girl increased the speed of her mouth, stimulating him to cry out.

"Ah!"

The girl immediately spat out his penis, lowered her head in fear, and said in a low, hurried voice, "Ah! I'm sorry! Master."

His penis left the girl's mouth, and a trickle of saliva slowly flowed down the shaft. The sudden disappearance of the intense pleasure he had just experienced left An Shaoting somewhat displeased. Hearing the girl's words, he instinctively asked, "What are you apologizing for?"

"Ah... I'm sorry... I was too hasty... Please punish me, Master,"
the girl said in a fearful tone, slowly kneeling on the ground.

Looking at the shy girl's exposed, delicate skin, An Shaoting couldn't bear to punish such a tender body.

But—suddenly, he remembered his identity as her "master," and he immediately swallowed back the words he was about to utter, "I won't punish you."

He could imagine that his real "master" would punish her very cruelly. Otherwise, how could he have trained her to be so obedient? Wasn't it through many severe punishments that she had become like this?
A sudden surge of intense jealousy and hatred arose within him towards that "master"—who could be so cruel as to train such a pure, innocent, weak, and delicate girl into a slave for him to vent his perverse sexual desires? —This girl was his, An Shaoting's, dream girl!

Even if she performed oral sex a little too quickly, she would be punished. Did this man have no humanity? He couldn't imagine how much physical pain and mental torture she had endured during that barbaric man's "training.
" An Shaoting felt boundless sympathy for the girl kneeling before him. A surge of warmth welled up inside him; he desperately wanted to tell her he wasn't her "master" and encourage her to muster her courage, stand up bravely, and stop yielding to the man who abused her—and he, An Shaoting, would stand up for her, risking everything to help her, and surely rescue her from her painful enslavement.

But—God! Such wonderful oral sex—she so obediently surrendered her body to his touch—he simply couldn't resist this immense sexual temptation—at least, right now, he hoped to possess this beautiful body he never dared to dream of.

Moreover, this was An Shaoting's first time having the opportunity to play with a woman's naked body. He hadn't had enough yet; how could he possibly reveal the truth now?

He would continue playing the role of "master."

As he pondered this, he also considered how to properly play the role of "master."

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Si'an

Shaoting began to hate the role he was playing. He couldn't understand why anyone would enjoy abusing women. Could it really increase sexual stimulation? Perhaps he could discover feelings he had never known before if he tried it?

But he still couldn't bear to defile this beautiful girl he considered his dream girl. Besides, how did a real master usually punish her?

He suddenly thought of a way—he could try letting the girl choose the punishment herself. This would be less likely to make mistakes and could avoid overly cruel punishments—the girl could always choose a less severe method.

He asked the girl in a cold voice, "Then how do you want me to punish you?"

"Ah... this servant will obey whatever punishment you give, master."

He hadn't expected the girl to be so docile.

"Alright then. Since you have voluntarily admitted your mistake, I will let you choose the punishment yourself."

"Ah... master... this servant thanks master... then... please, master... whip this servant."
What?! Whipping? Good heavens!

An Shaoting hadn't expected to resort to whipping right off the bat. And the girl seemed quite grateful for the option.

What to do…

Before he could answer, the girl had already climbed down, dragged a small box from under the bed, opened it, and pulled out a dark, finger-thick whip made of some unknown material. She knelt tremblingly and handed it to him.

An Shaoting was shocked. Such a thick whip—what would happen to her? No wonder she had so many bruises; it really was from this whip.

The girl didn't look at An Shaoting's expression. She then bent down and took out several pairs of handcuffs with chains from the box, closed it, straightened up, and threw a key onto the table in front of the bed. She then began to cuff one end of two handcuffs to the iron frame at one end of the small bed, then went around to the other end and cuffed the other two.

Without uttering a word, the girl climbed onto the bed from the foot of the bed behind An Shaoting. She handcuffed her ankles one by one, then stretched out her body and stuffed a red ball threaded with a rope into her mouth, before looping the rope over her head.

An Shaoting was stunned by the girl's appearance.

This gag wasn't entirely unfamiliar to him; he often saw photos of women bound and gagged online. But seeing it in person still shocked him deeply—seeing it in the mouth of the girl he loved made him feel a convulsive ache.

The girl bent over and leaned towards the headboard, first handcuffing her left hand with her right, then using her right hand to pick up the last handcuff and laboriously slip it onto her wrist. After several attempts, she finally managed to fasten it.

An Shaoting stood up from the bed, staring blankly at the girl lying on the bed, her limbs handcuffed to her stomach, a gag in her mouth, only able to utter muffled groans, awaiting his torture with pain and fear.

How could he possibly bring himself to whip such a delicate body? The skin he had just caressed still bore the marks of the previous lashes.

An Shaoting's mind went blank.

How could he possibly lay a hand on the girl he loved so dearly? What should he do now? He never imagined he'd be forced into such a cruel corner.

He gripped the whip, made of some unknown material, looking at the girl lying on the bed, his heart aching with reluctance.

He knew that if his personality differed too much from his "master's," the girl would quickly notice. What would happen if she did? She would definitely make him untie her. And then? Would she tell him to get out? How would she react if a stranger, mistaking her for someone else, saw her in such a wretched state?

It was all too difficult to predict. An Shaoting dared not take the risk. It could truly be life-threatening!
An Shaoting steeled his resolve. He thought there was no other way; the girl wouldn't blame him later.
He gritted his teeth, raised the whip, and lashed it across the girl's back where there were no visible marks.

*Crack!* A crisp sound rang out.

"Ugh…"

A muffled groan escaped the girl's gagged mouth.

The lash felt as if it had struck himself; a chill ran through An Shaoting's body.

A long, red welt remained on the girl's back, a sight that pierced An Shaoting's heart.

It was too painful. He couldn't fathom how anyone could be interested in such cruelty—there was no pleasure to be found, let alone any enjoyment.

But he had no choice. He had to grit his teeth and lash her again.

An Shaoting didn't know if his strength was great or small, nor did he care to ponder such details; he only wanted to deliver a few more lashes to end this excruciating torture that was causing them both immense pain.

He lashed out several times in quick succession, his strength waning with each strike, feeling as if his arm could no longer exert any force.

The red welt on the girl's right back merged into a single patch, making it impossible for An Shaoting to find a place to strike. He had no choice but to move to the other side of the bed—he couldn't bear to lash her already bruised areas with the whip.

When he turned directly behind the girl, he immediately saw her rosy vulva between her parted legs.

Ah!

He stared greedily at her crotch. His erection, which had gradually subsided due to the painful whipping, suddenly swelled again—this was the first time he had ever seen a woman's vulva so clearly!
—it was an extremely stimulating and seductive sight, leaving him frozen in place.

He licked his lips, rubbed his penis, and felt a surge of lust—damn it, such a beautiful hole, why couldn't he penetrate it, instead of whipping her!

No way! He might as well just go for it and fuck that hole. What if she found out afterward? He'd already fucked her, and she was handcuffed and couldn't move; what could she do to him?

He hesitated slightly, his aroused lust no longer able to control his reason. He decided to go all in—who cares?

He abruptly dropped the whip, crawled from the foot of the bed to the girl's back, knelt with his legs apart, and pressed his erect glans between the girl's labia, pushing it inward.

He watched the girl's reaction nervously—she seemed too afraid to move, still lying there, a rapid panting coming from her nose. Relieved, he thrust his hips forward—the head of his penis first touched hard flesh, causing a slight tingling pain, then his shaft plunged into the wet opening. The feeling of being enveloped by the tight vaginal canal stimulated him to cry out.

"Ah!"

So wonderful. The feeling of penetrating a woman's vagina was so exquisite!

An Shaoting cheered inwardly—ah! He had finally fucked a real woman's real vagina!
His first time!

His very first time!

The girl's body lurched forward from his first impact, she jerked her head back, letting out a cry that was almost a plea for help.

An Shaoting was startled, knowing his forceful thrust would surely cause the girl great pain, and quickly pulled back slightly, leaving his penis inside her.

An Shaoting was now consumed by lust. Although he knew his actions were tantamount to rape, he had no time to consider the girl's feelings. His only thought was to satisfy his own sexual desire; reason and conscience had been completely cast aside.
The girl lowered her head again, lying motionless as if resigned to her fate, ready to obediently accept his defilement.
An Shaoting felt immense gratitude—thinking that if the girl could now allow him to fulfill his wish—to truly have intercourse within her beautiful flesh, he would be willing to be her slave for the rest of his life.

As An Shaoting thought this, he felt the wondrous sensation of his penis being tightly enveloped by her vagina—and with each spasmodic contraction of her vagina, his penis felt as if it were being gripped and squeezed by an extraordinaryly soft hand.

After a couple of thrusts, he immediately felt he couldn't hold back any longer, as if he was about to ejaculate.
He gritted his teeth, held his body upright, and slowly managed to endure it.

Overjoyed, he grabbed the girl's buttocks and began thrusting his hips and entire body back and forth.

It felt so good.

An unprecedentedly intense pleasure surged through his penis, making him scream with joy—ah! This was real sex—even more wonderful than oral sex—completely incomparable to his previous masturbation.

He was reckless!

He thrust harder and harder, the pleasure instantly sending him to ecstasy!

Ah!

An Shaoting ejaculated a stream of semen inside the girl, waves of intense pleasure coursing through his body with each thrust.

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!…

An Shaoting roared softly as he completed his first perfect sexual intercourse—an orgasm he had never experienced before—an absolute orgasm!

An Shaoting left his penis inside the girl's beautiful vagina for a while, savoring the comfortable feeling after ejaculation.

He leaned forward, pressing his mouth against the girl's back, his hands reaching for her breasts, kneading her dangling mounds.

The soft flesh felt wonderful in his hands. An Shaoting continued to knead and fondle until he felt his penis finally shrink and slip out of the girl's vagina.

Reluctantly, he climbed off the bed, looking at the girl's wet vulva, unable to believe that this was the vagina of the woman he had dreamed of—the vagina he had just penetrated.

He picked up his clothes from the floor and put them on one by one, suddenly noticing that the girl's eyes were filled with tears, and a string of saliva was dripping from her mouth.

Only then did he realize the immense pain the girl had just endured—being whipped by him and then humiliatingly raped from behind—he was simply like a beast, selfishly humiliating a vulnerable woman chained up!

He felt extremely guilty and didn't know what to do.

He quickly bent down and searched for the key to unlock the handcuffs in the box he had dragged out from under the bed.
He found the box filled with a jumble of random things: clips, penis models, and various sex toys and torture devices he couldn't name, leaving him completely bewildered.

Suddenly, he realized the girl had left the key on the table. He looked up and saw it there, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, footsteps echoed in the hallway outside, and An Shaoting was terrified.

Good heavens! He'd been so engrossed in his pleasure that he'd forgotten the potential danger.

He was about to jump up when he noticed the footsteps were fading away.

He felt a surge of relief and quickly got up, using the key to unlock the girl's right handcuffs. The handcuffs clicked open, and An Shaoting breathed a sigh of relief.

He was now extremely tense, his mind racing with anxiety from the footsteps. He didn't care about the other handcuffs on the girl's hands and feet anymore; he decided to let her unlock them herself and make his own escape.

He handed the key to the girl and fled her apartment like a thief.

Wu

An Shaoting had been lying in wait on the roof of an old building quite close to his dream girl's apartment for almost two hours. He had been following the girl's movements for four consecutive days, lying in ambush here.

For this reason, he...

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