My Stunning Girlfriend (Part Fourteen)

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Word count: 19066 (XIV) I had a dream. In the dream, I was suspended in mid-air, drifting along very comfortably. White clouds floated around me, and the sun shone warmly on my body. I looked at the scenery around me and felt very happy. Suddenly, I saw several naked people huddled together on the ground. Curiosity made me try to get closer to see what they were doing. It turned out that there was a woman in the middle of them. The woman was thin and slender, and she was twisted into a very strange position by the pressure of a group of men. When I looked at her face, I realized that it was Zitong. She was naked, and the only black pantyhose she had left on her legs was torn and covered with a lot of white semen. Some of it had dried into white spots, and some was flowing down her slender calves. She was lying on her back on a man, who was holding her buttocks and fucking her anus. There was also a man on top of her, thrusting into her vagina, and her mouth was stuffed full of a penis. Despite being attacked from all three orifices simultaneously, Zitong still seemed to enjoy it, moving her head to try and swallow the penises deeper. Her face was still wet with semen, reflecting a lewd sheen; she had been face-shot countless times, even her hair was covered in semen, strands clinging to her face. Her hands were outstretched, each holding a penis and manipulating it in her palms. Her legs were also pulled apart by her ankles, stretched into a split, penises rubbing against her small feet. Several other men reached through the gaps in the crowd, caressing her body, their hands roaming over her. Her delicate skin was covered in semen and bruises, her pink nipples were pulled upwards and stretched long, a nipple ring piercing through them, the bells jingling. Suddenly, she seemed to see me, her large eyes full of laughter, staring at me as if to say, "Look, I'm eating someone else's penis." Then she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and a penis rubbed against it for a while before ejaculating thick semen. Before she could swallow it, another penis was shoved into her mouth, a trickle of semen dribbling from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were full of enjoyment and pleasure. Looking at her lewd appearance, I felt both anxious and angry, but I couldn't speak. I could only stare into her eyes. Suddenly, her face blurred. I tried to open my eyes wide to see more clearly. No, it wasn't Zitong, it was Sasha. Zitong's face had transformed into Sasha's. The crowded men around us were gone. Sasha, wearing a red collar, was lying at my feet, gently swaying her hips. Her white, round buttocks, like two large white peaches, swayed in front of me. She blinked her big eyes and looked up at me. I was startled and wanted to turn away, but then I realized the leash on the collar was still in my hand. Just as I was wondering what to do, Sasha smiled and said, "Master, let the little bitch serve you."
Did Sasha know about my agreement with Qiu Dahai? Suddenly I woke up with a start. Sasha's smiling face hadn't faded, her snow-white buttocks seemed still right in front of me. I snapped back to reality and checked the time—it was only four in the morning. I savored the dream, unable to calm down for a long time. Zitong was still fast asleep beside me, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly; she was probably dreaming too, I wondered what she was dreaming about. The vivid dream had left my penis erect. Looking at Zitong's face, I rolled over and pinned her down, penetrating her vagina and thrusting into her violently. Ever since I witnessed Zitong being gang-raped, my passion had suddenly returned, and I'd been having a wild night almost every night. I just finished with her before going to bed tonight, and my dream just now has me excited again. Last night, I tormented Zitong for most of the night, and we did oral sex for almost an hour. She was so tired that she kept saying her mouth was sore and almost cramped. Because she was so tired last night, Zitong was moaning in a daze. After I thrust in and out dozens of times, she finally woke up. She pulled back the covers, then hugged her thighs and spread her legs wide to make it easier for me to do my thing. Then she softly said, "Honey, why didn't you wake me up? I thought I was dreaming." "Why would I wake you up? You can go back to sleep." "Ugh, how can I sleep like this? You're acting so strange today, waking up at this hour. I'm so tired." "
I'm sorry, wife, I know you're tired, but I really wanted to do you, I couldn't hold back." "Okay, it's alright, as long as you're satisfied." "Can you give me oral sex later? I want to cum in your mouth." "Okay." "My wife is so good, give me oral sex on your knees like last night, that felt so good." "Ugh, you're always teasing me." "No, darling, I just feel more conquering this way." "Silly husband, I'm yours to begin with, do I need to conquer you?" After a while, I stood up, and Zitong tidied her hair, got off the bed, knelt down in front of me, held my penis in her hands, and started sucking and swallowing. Since returning from Beijing, Zitong's emotions hadn't changed at all; she was still as obedient as before, acting as if the gang rape hadn't happened. Maybe she hid it too well, and I didn't notice. Her oral skills improved, and every day I patiently taught her how to perform oral sex, showing her how to make me feel good. She learned quickly, but deep throat was still beyond her; after all, she hadn't undergone the brutal training Sasha had. The dream I just had excited me greatly; stimulated by her tongue, I quickly ejaculated. Zitong swallowed my semen, and then we went back to bed, embracing and falling asleep again. Last time in Beijing, Zitong was gang-raped for four or five hours, not ending until the early hours of the morning. I went back to the hotel early, booked a room, and pretended to be asleep. I sleepily opened the door for Zitong, and she and Qiu Dahai were standing at the door, smiling at me. Qiu Dahai said, "Sorry, nephew, I didn't expect things to be so complicated, making it so late. I've brought your girlfriend to you; take good care of her. I'm leaving now, hahaha." I let Zitong in, and she said, "Why are you here?" I said, "I've been waiting for you for so long, so I came to book a room and wait for you. What were you doing for so long?"
Zitong blushed and immediately smiled, saying, "Oh, it's nothing. I was doing some reports and stuff, which was quite a hassle, so it took me so long. Uncle Qiu is a very nice person; he even took me out for a late-night snack." Then Zitong took another shower before going to bed. Later, I learned that for safety, Zitong had pestered Qiu Dahai to buy her birth control pills, and then went to the gym for a run to make sure no more semen was leaking out before taking a shower, and finally agreed to go back to the hotel. After returning, I spent a few days on tenterhooks, afraid that the old man would come looking for Zitong again. Her anus, which had just been deflowered, was swollen for several days before it healed. I was afraid that the old man would gang rape her again, which would probably really damage Zitong's anus. After all the training I had given her, her delicate anus could only withstand two fingers. I never expected that this time a thick penis would be inserted directly and he would continue until he ejaculated. It would be strange if it didn't tear and bleed. Fortunately, fate was on my side. Half a month later, news came that Qiu Dahai's club had been exposed, and photos of him using drugs in groups were posted online. With so many eyes and ears, even Qiu Dahai made a mistake. The old man was a regular customer of the club, so naturally he helped smooth things over, and there was still no news of him. Sasha also returned to school. Because my passion for Zitong had returned, I hadn't gone to see her. Zitong was used to our text messages, and thankfully, I spent every day with her, so she didn't blame me for cheating anymore. Zitong's forgiveness made me feel even more guilty. I had personally pushed her into the abyss. Her petite and delicate body endured hours of gang rape. Unlike the physical pain, she must have suffered considerable mental pressure as well. But her calmness after returning made me admire her even more. Just how broad was the heart inside her petite body? But people are still people. The once cheerful Zitong, who smiled at everyone and spoke softly and gently, now rarely smiles in public. When we went shopping together, she would argue with a salesperson over a single sentence, and she no longer greeted the neighbors with a smile at home. I completely understand that she needs to vent her frustrations, and it's all my fault that she's become like this. I quit my job and took her on a trip. Hearing that horseback riding is a good way to relieve stress, I took her to learn to ride. Finally, her mood improved a little. To comfort Zitong and to ease my own guilt, Zitong kept saying she wanted to get married, so we went and got our marriage certificate. However, we didn't announce it publicly; we decided to hold the wedding later, which suited me perfectly. If I announced it, I wouldn't be able to explain it to Shasha. Time heals all wounds, and eventually, I let it go. I started seeing Shasha again. Qiu Dahai was overwhelmed by the scandal and spent a lot of energy trying to quell public opinion. He even closed his club and became increasingly low-key. This benefited me and freed Shasha, allowing me to enjoy two girlfriends simultaneously – a true blessing. After the New Year, spring arrived again. Whether it was the marriage or time healing her wounds, Zitong seemed to be in better spirits and became more enthusiastic towards others. Seeing her like this, I felt relieved. Time truly is a great healer. Qiu Dahai is keeping a low profile, and his secretary, Qiqi, has been dismissed. Sasha's loyalty puts his mind at ease, so he only occasionally visits the capital to satisfy his sexual desires, but doesn't go to serve anyone else. Many high-ranking officials are implicated, including the old man. Naturally, I'm the biggest beneficiary. Although I don't know when this time bomb will explode, at least I'm quite content now. Sasha keeps asking me to go on a trip with her, but Zitong won't allow me to stay out overnight. I'm torn; I wonder how people in ancient times managed with multiple wives and concubines. The only thing on my mind is the old man, but he hasn't made a move. I've thought of countless reasons to appease him, but I've rejected them all. Before absolute power, any scheme is useless—this is an eternal truth. Sasha is unhappy that I'm spending less and less time with her and has thrown tantrums at me several times. Luckily, Zitong is going back to her hometown to visit her parents, and I agreed without hesitation. After sending Zitong back to the countryside, I went to the university town, finally having a week to spend with Sasha. Sasha said that a friend recently transferred to their school, and she's been helping her get acquainted with the environment. But I never expected it to be Xiaoyue! It's been about a year since I last saw her. She's grown even more beautiful, almost a head taller than Sasha, making Sasha look like her little sister. Xiaoyue is a universally acknowledged beauty—long legs, a slim waist, full breasts, and a curvy bottom. Because of her small frame, she has a very fleshy look, but she's very light. However, she's different from Sasha. Sasha's body is very flexible, while Xiaoyue's body lines are very defined, giving her a dynamic and strong look. If Sasha were a gentle, non-aggressive house cat, Xiaoyue would be a female leopard, hard to tame, yet wild and sexy. Sasha was wearing a plain jacket, jeans, and sneakers, while Xiaoyue wore black stockings, a short skirt, and high heels. Even though Sasha was several years older, she looked like a high school dropout. Walking hand-in-hand at the school gate, strangers would definitely mistake her for the younger sister visiting her older sister at university. I was shocked when I first saw Xiaoyue. She had said she would definitely return to China, but I didn't expect her to be back so soon, and with Sasha no less. I thought of Zitong again. I wasn't so afraid of the old man gang-raping her; I was afraid he would send her to Japan. Xiaoyue and Sasha in front of me were two examples. They belonged only to their masters; I, their so-called boyfriend, held no weight whatsoever. If being gang-raped was like falling into a fire pit, being sent to Japan was truly entering hell. Not only her, but I wouldn't be able to live either. Two women I had loved with all my heart had become someone else's sex toys. I would become the most tragic man in the world. What would be the point of my life? Sasha introduced me to Xiaoyue. Xiaoyue blinked her big eyes and greeted me. I was startled and my thoughts were pulled back from Zitong. I quickly greeted Xiaoyue back. Having grown accustomed to the small breasts of Zitong and Sasha, Xiaoyue's full, rounded bosom made me a little breathless. The two deep cleavages she revealed were hard to look away from. Fortunately, Sasha pulled her into the car, preventing me from losing my composure. Xiaoyue said, "Brother-in-law is quite nice, seems very wealthy. Not everyone in China can afford a car like that." Sasha rolled her eyes at her and said, "Just call him by his name, why call him brother-in-law? It's so cheesy." Xiaoyue said, "That won't do. He is brother-in-law, after all. Don't you want to marry him? People say that relationships not aimed at marriage are just playing around." I awkwardly said, "Yes, yes, I will marry Sasha. We have a very good relationship."
Xiaoyue said, "People say, a sister-in-law is a good match for her brother-in-law. Brother-in-law, when can we talk alone?"
Sasha slapped her and said, "Don't be silly, you're so annoying! Shut up, or I'll throw you out."
Sasha said Xiaoyue hadn't had a proper look around yet, so we went to the city center for shopping. Xiaoyue was in high spirits for the whole afternoon. Sasha, on the other hand, wasn't interested in clothes; she was content with having something to wear and preferred a stable and peaceful life. Xiaoyue, however, had the typical personality of an ordinary woman, swiping her credit card like crazy. Sasha and I became her servants, carrying loads of bags and packages. As a man surrounded by two beautiful women—one sexy, one innocent—we naturally attracted a lot of attention. We bought only the most expensive items, especially when people on the street saw the two beauties arm-in-arm with me getting into my car. Their envious and jealous looks greatly satisfied my vanity; it was incredibly satisfying. While Sasha wasn't around, I chatted with Xiaoyue. It turned out she had returned shortly after I left, almost a year ago, staying with her master in Beijing. Recently, her master wanted her to learn to dance, and she wanted to see Sasha, so she came here to study. Her master wanted her to become a star; she was also going to learn to sing in a few days, and she was going to start making movies next year. (Sure enough, her first movie shocked me. She was the female lead, and her co-stars were three award-winning actors from mainland China, Hong Kong, and South Korea. In the following years, every film she starred in was of this caliber. However, her abilities were ultimately limited, and she never reached the level of a top-tier actress. She had a lot of fame, but her talent was never recognized. But there was no doubt that her boss liked her very much and never hesitated to invest in her. Sasha, being her good friend, became her staunch supporter. Sasha, who rarely caused trouble, would even get angry and argue with someone who insulted Xiaoyue online, and even cry her eyes out. She would drag me to see every one of Xiaoyue's movies. Of course, that's a story for later, and I won't go into it again since this is an erotic novel, and the plot will focus on the sex scenes. This story was first published on Chunman Siheyuan.) I had already booked a hotel that night, but Sasha didn't want to leave Xiaoyue behind, so she went back to school with Xiaoyue. The two of them had moved into the same dormitory, and it was just the two of them. If Sasha didn't go back, Xiaoyue would have to sleep alone. I didn't say anything else and just sent them home. It was a good opportunity to call Zitong. I was just about to go to sleep when my phone rang. It was a message from Xiaoyue. "Brother-in-law, do you know Sasha is in trouble?" "What happened? I didn't know. Everything was normal today." "Someone is threatening her with nude photos." "What happened?" It turned out it all started with that pair of underwear covered in semen. One of Sasha's suitors was invited to a hotel by her for sex. The man was very excited to get close to his goddess, but afterwards Sasha acted as if nothing had happened, which made him very angry. He was about to graduate and finally couldn't resist. He clearly wanted to have sex with Sasha a few more times, so he used the nude photos he had secretly taken to blackmail her. I asked again, "How's it going now? Does anyone else know about the photos?" "No, that guy demanded that Sister Sasha be his mistress, or he'd post the photos online."
"Okay, I understand." I breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that Sasha's photos hadn't been spread. Dealing with such a small fry was easy. I called Qiu Dahai directly and told him about it. Qiu Dahai was also very angry. After that, the man disappeared. The police investigated him as a missing person for a while, but the matter was dropped. Qiu Dahai has now become very successful, but he hasn't forgotten his old friends. He introduced several business deals to my father, all with very powerful companies. This made him very happy, as he was preparing to retire, and his long-lost drive returned. This was the first time I came to Qiu Dahai's company not for a woman. With Qiu Dahai's introduction, I successfully signed several contracts. As is customary, I had to treat everyone involved to dinner and entertainment that evening. I had no experience in this area, so I had to ask Qiu Dahai for help. Qiu Dahai laughed and told me to prepare to pay the bill; he would arrange it that night. Sure enough, he didn't give me any money-saving plans. Several dishes of wild game costing over a thousand yuan per kilogram were served, and several bottles of Moutai were consumed. Entertainment was arranged at a renowned high-end club in Beijing, a place known as a den of iniquity and a haven for debauchery. It was one of the earliest places in the country to offer kneeling services, and now it caters to everyone, from forty-year-old women to toddlers. As long as you have money, you can have any woman you want, any kind of entertainment. I had only heard of it before, but seeing it for myself, it was truly impressive. The women there were far superior to other places, all top-tier beauties, and the service was impeccable, making you feel like an emperor. Of course, the final bill was a huge shock. Afterwards, Qiu Dahai and I returned to the company and chatted. Qiu Dahai asked me about the old man, and I said he hadn't made a move and I wondered what he was thinking. Qiu Dahai was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter, which made me uneasy. I looked at him suspiciously, and then he pulled me to the computer. Qiu Dahai found a file and opened it; it was full of video files. He told me to watch them slowly and then come to the club upstairs to find him. I didn't understand his meaning. I slowly clicked on a video, which turned out to be the video of Zitong being gang-raped here last time. It was filmed by Secretary Zhou himself, and I was there too. I knew the whole story. I didn't know what Qiu Dahai meant by showing me this. In the video, Zitong seemed to be resisting but also responding, and I couldn't tell if her expression was one of pain or pleasure. I stared blankly at the computer, trying to figure out Qiu Dahai's intentions. Did he want me to use this video to blackmail that old man? I quickly reviewed it again. Not only was the old man's face not shown, but even his voice wasn't heard. Other people spoke, but none of them showed their faces. However, Zitong's body was clearly visible; the tear stains on her face and the undried semen on her lower body were very clear. I had no choice but to click on another video. The female lead was still Zitong. My head was spinning. The picture was blurry. I composed myself and clicked on four or five videos in a row, all of them featuring Zitong. I was a little unwilling to give up, so I clicked on two more videos, and they were still featuring Zitong. At this moment, I felt no anger, no jealousy, no hatred, only a profound sense of "why?" It couldn't be. Zitong was with me every day; when were these pornographic videos filmed? I browsed through the remaining videos, and they were all of Zitong's pornography, spanning nearly five months, totaling over twenty videos, some over an hour long, others just a few minutes. I felt dizzy; I still couldn't believe it. I leaned back helplessly in my chair, pondering what was going on. Zitong was with me every day, gentle and virtuous; I hadn't noticed anything unusual about her. It couldn't be. Qiu Dahai was already in the club, having opened a bottle of red wine and slowly sipping it. When he saw me come in, he poured me a glass and said, "I thought you knew about all this." I shook my head and said, "No, I didn't even notice anything unusual." "Is this Boss Ling's attitude?" "I don't understand." "Boss Ling thinks this is very interesting and likes this method. Your biggest worry can be solved."
"You know what I'm worried about?" "Haha, Japan. You're worried that Boss Ling will send Zitong to Japan, aren't you?" "Yes." "Don't worry about it now. Boss Ling finds it fun to commit adultery with a little girl." "I can't believe it." "You only know I'm in trouble, but actually Boss Ling hasn't let go of Zitong." "I was too careless." "There's nothing we can do about it. Of course, this is also our opportunity." "What opportunity?" "Some people want to bribe Boss Ling with money, but he doesn't love money. They want to bribe him with women, but he doesn't love women. He's in a high position and holds real power. Only we know he loves little girls." "I can't bear to part with Zitong." "Don't worry about it. Just maintain the current relationship. Zitong is a rare find. We should make good use of her." "I regret it. I really regret it." "Regret is useless. Now we can only look forward and use Zitong to create the greatest value for us. Including your father's company, we can get a lot of licenses from him. We can make more money."
"I'm probably the unluckiest man in the world, not even having a woman of my own." "You're wrong. Sasha belongs to you, she's yours. I just need her to do something for me right now. You can marry her, and I promise I won't touch her again, but we need to get through this initial hurdle first."
I drank a lot and was a bit tipsy, feeling dizzy. Qiu Dahai had already left, and I sat alone in his office, staring blankly at the computer. I drifted off to sleep, and when I opened my eyes again, it was almost dawn. I felt much more awake. I picked up the mouse and began to carefully examine the videos. Judging from the lighting, they were all from daytime, each showing one person having sex with Zitong while another filmed. The videos were also very short, around ten minutes or so, confirming that neither Secretary Zhou nor Boss Ling were involved. Judging from the surrounding furnishings, the location was likely a hotel. Zitong didn't resist; she just lay blankly on the bed, and the videos ended after the man ejaculated. Until the tenth or so video, which was dated two months ago, the scene changed. It was in a car, also from daytime. Judging from the sounds, Boss Ling was present. Zitong was sitting in the back seat, leaning over him and performing oral sex, while someone in the front was filming with a camera. The person filming kept urging Zitong, "Hurry up, hurry up, you've been fucked for so long, can't you even do oral sex? We're busy, we're in a hurry to get on our way, damn it." "Hurry up, your husband will be back soon, I wonder what he'll think when he smells the semen in your mouth."
"This slut just wants to be fucked, she can't even do oral sex properly." Zitong was working hard on oral sex, but she got impatient from being urged, looked up at the camera, her eyes were red, obviously she had been crying, she frowned and said, "Don't humiliate me, okay? I've tried my best." The boss said, "Tongtong, be good, I'm very comfortable, don't worry about him." As he spoke, he grabbed Zitong's braid and pressed it against his crotch. Zitong didn't say anything more, she lowered her head and continued to perform oral sex. After a while, the boss's body trembled, obviously he ejaculated. Zitong wanted to lift her head, but the boss held her firmly under his crotch, and only let go after he finished ejaculating. Zitong took a tissue and put it in front of her mouth, trying to spit out the semen. The photographer shouted, "Don't spit it out, swallow it! Damn it, you bitch, you want to get fucked again?!"
Zitong trembled in fright and could only swallow the semen with a frown. She lowered her head and said, "Can I go now?"
Boss Ling said, "Yes, Tongtong, go home." Zitong's face lit up with joy, and she reached for the car door. The photographer shouted again, "Wait, did you say goodbye?" Zitong's body trembled. She took a deep breath, turned to look at Boss Ling, and said, "Goodbye, Grandpa. Tongtong is going home." Compared to the previous ones, not only did Boss Ling appear in this one, but Zitong also went from being passively fucked to actively giving oral sex. Although it was still forced, there was a change. Boss Ling's humiliation of her had broken down her defenses, and that's when I started to worry. In the later episodes, Zitong clearly changed. She was no longer lying numbly; she started moaning, her positions became more varied, and she even exchanged a few words with the man. It was around this time that Zitong began to be affectionate again. I thought time had healed her wounds, but who knew she had been secretly raped for so long. I was in a bad mood after returning home. Zitong was the same as before, unchanged. She might feel guilty about her infidelity, but she didn't know that it was her husband who pushed her into this abyss. I thought of the dream I had at the beginning. If Zitong became like that, would I feel guilty or excited? Zitong married me for a better life. Now we have a comfortable life, but is a life of being raped really what she wants?
I started paying attention to Zitong's life. There were no suspicious text messages or calls on her phone. I started searching on the computer. One day after I got off work, Zitong was looking at something on the computer. I quickly asked her to move aside because I had urgent documents to deal with. Before Zitong could react, I pulled her up and pretended to work on some documents. Zitong stood behind me the whole time, and I was certain she was guilty, afraid I'd discover her secret. I just pretended to be busy with work and ignored her. After about ten minutes, I smiled and said, "Honey, what are we having for dinner?" Zitong said, "Ah, I haven't cooked yet. You can cook when you're done." She stood there without moving, which made me even more certain there was something on her computer. I just dragged my feet, slowly processing the files on her external hard drive one by one. After another ten minutes, I said, "Honey, I still have a long time. You should rest for a bit; standing around is tiring."
Zitong realized her lapse in composure, and perhaps seeing that I wasn't making any further moves, she said, "Then I'll go cook." She went to the kitchen and got busy. I quickly opened her QQ account, which she hadn't closed, and checked the first contact in her recent contacts. The original chat history had been cleared long ago, and there were only a few messages today, but their content shocked me. It turned out they had been communicating online all along. Zitong rarely went online, and I had never paid attention to her online accounts, but this time I caught her red-handed. The first message was a notification of a video file being transferred. Zitong replied, "Don't make me watch anymore, I don't want to see." "You did a good job this time. Don't you want to see your slutty self? This picture is so lewd." Below was a picture of Zitong lying on a bed, her face covered in semen. Zitong replied, "Stop bothering me. I've fulfilled all your requests, won't you let me go?"
"Your boss will be looking for you on Sunday. Wear the clothes I sent you and wait at home." "I can't stay home, my husband is off on Sunday." "Really? Haha, then let him come too. Don't you like having a lot of men fucking you at the same time?"
"How about the usual place?" "No!" "I don't agree, home is definitely out of the question!" "Heh, you've learned to refuse? Have you forgotten who you are? You slut! I'll send your husband all those lewd videos you made right now, let him know how slutty his wife is!" "Are you trying to kill me? Please let me go, isn't going to a hotel the same thing?" "How about I send him one first? The one where you ate semen is really good, your husband's phone number is 139xxxxxxxxxxxxx, right?" "Don't go too far, home is definitely out of the question, if you really come, I'll have to kill myself!" "Find an excuse to send your husband away, the boss is busy, it's rare for him to see you, be a good boy and listen to me!"
"No, please, the usual place, please! I'll do whatever you want, I'm willing, I'll listen to you!"
"Looks like you'd rather die than submit, huh? Fine, your husband will know how lewd you are in five minutes, haha!" "No, listen to me!" "You slut, don't you know how lewd you are? What are you pretending to be pure for! I won't force you, if you don't want to, fine, just wait for your husband to settle the score with you!" "I have no reason to get rid of my husband, please spare me, I really can't do it." "Stop talking nonsense, Sunday, 10 pm." After that, Zitong didn't reply, obviously she was also struggling. She knew that saying anything more was useless, so she could only think of a reason to get rid of me. I closed the chat window and sat for another ten minutes before getting up. Zitong was very guilty. I went to the kitchen and gently put my arm around her waist. She screamed in fright and her face turned pale. I pretended to be fine and helped her wash the vegetables. She was relieved when she saw that I was normal. Coincidentally, before Zitong could find an excuse to leave, the company had business to discuss in Beijing, so I had a legitimate reason to leave. When Zitong heard I was going to Beijing for a few days, her usually composed face suddenly broke into a smile, and the business meeting lasted only half a day. With nowhere to go, I went to Qiu Dahai's company again. I could have asked Boss Ling for directions, but Qiu Dahai didn't dare to ask Boss Ling's whereabouts; he didn't have any news about Boss Ling either. Frustrated, I decided to go for a walk. Just as I reached the entrance, I saw Xiaoyue talking to the security guard. It turned out Xiaoyue was looking for Qiu Dahai, but the guard stopped her, refusing to announce her arrival. So I took her to the office. Qiu Dahai hadn't seen Xiaoyue before, so I introduced her. Qiu Dahai asked, "Miss, what brings you here?" Xiaoyue replied, "My master sent me to discuss something with you." "Who is your master?" "Young Master Qiao." Qiu Dahai was clearly surprised to hear that it was Young Master Qiao. He was a well-known tycoon in mainland China, whose status was far higher than Qiu Dahai's. Moreover, he was very young, having just turned forty. Importantly, he had never married and was the most famous and powerful eligible bachelor in mainland China. Qiu Dahai was much more polite than before, saying, "What does Young Master Qiao want to discuss with you?" Xiaoyue said, "My master visited me at school and met Sister Shasha. He really likes Sister Shasha and wants to trade me for you to play with her for a few days. If you're willing, you can leave me here now." Qiu Dahai quickly said, "No need, no need. Young Master Qiao dotes on you so much, how could I dare to take away someone else's love? You can go back now, I'll call Shasha right away." Xiaoyue then said to me, "Brother-in-law, don't be jealous, I'll take good care of your girlfriend." After Xiaoyue left, I told Qiu Dahai about Xiaoyue's situation, and her worth shocked him for a long time. However, he was very happy to have made contact with Young Master Qiao. Now Qiu Dahai was a little smug. He knew better than anyone how much power Boss Ling and Young Master Qiao wielded. He berated the security guard downstairs, who almost made him miss out on a VIP. The security guard was stunned by the scolding, and I just wanted to laugh. Thinking of Zitong, I returned to my hotel room, ordered some food and a bottle of wine to pass the time. My phone vibrated. It was a message from Xiaoyue. She said, "Brother-in-law, what are you doing in Beijing?" I replied, "Working, what a coincidence to run into you." "Where are you?" "I'm at a hotel." "I'll come find you." Sure enough, Xiaoyue arrived a little while later, wearing a pleated long skirt, her hair down, going for a pure and innocent look. Xiaoyue said, "Wow, knowing Sister Sasha was going to accompany someone else, you're drinking alone? Drowning your sorrows in alcohol only makes them worse."
I smiled and said, "I'm used to Sasha's situation, it's other things bothering me." "Oh, is that so? I'll have a few drinks with you." "Aren't you with your master?" "No, he doesn't need me to accompany him today." "Is he good to you?" "Yes." "Very good." "Really? He doesn't hit you or scold you?" "Occasionally, that's when he's venting his sexual desires, but someone has to vent to him, right? Other than that, he's very good to me, he likes me a lot. When I told him I missed Sister Sasha, he immediately arranged for me to go to her school." "Are you and Sasha really that close?" "Of course, she took good care of me when I was little, even though she wasn't very old herself, and we were the only two Chinese people back then, so of course we were very close. When I first arrived, she would hold me while I slept. We were each other's only family." "Do you think your life is good now? If you hadn't gone to Japan, your life might have been much happier."
"It's alright. Even if I hadn't been sent to that place, I would still have gotten married, been fucked by my husband every day, and had to have his children. It wouldn't have been any better. Maybe my husband would have cheated on me, and we would have gotten divorced." "Does Sasha think the same way as you?" "Sasha is different. She loves you very much and wants to be with you for life." "But she has a master." "It's different. She is loyal to her master, but she loves you. She really likes you. I'm not lying to you."
"I really can't agree with your thinking." "Sasha has suffered much more than me. You should love her even more, or I'll kill you!" I held my wine glass, staring blankly at Xiaoyue, reminiscing about the moments I shared with Sasha, and wondering how Zitong was doing at home. I was very worried. Seeing me staring at her without saying a word, Xiaoyue laughed and said, "Brother-in-law? What's wrong? Why are you staring at me?" Xiaoyue had also drunk a few glasses of wine, her face flushed. She came over and sat directly on my lap, saying, "Are you interested in me, brother-in-law?" I quickly said, "No, no, no." To change the subject, I continued, "Last time I saw a woman at your place, I think it was xx."
Xiaoyue got off me, looked around the room, and said, "That's her, that old hag. She's been with her master since she was 14, and they're still together." "Who is her master?" "I've never seen him. It's said to be a high-ranking Japanese party official." "I thought he was Chinese." "No, his master is Japanese. She's a mixed-race bastard of Chinese and Japanese descent." 」「你干嘛这么说她？」「你不知道，她在男人面前跟条狗似的，在我们面前可装了，好像比别人高一等似的，看人都是爱理不理的，我一直想揍她，没机会呢！」「看样子她很清纯很乖的样子。」「呵呵，骗人的，装清纯而已。」「明天莎莎要来？」「是的，已经有人去接她了，明天下午到。怎么？你不放心她啊？」「不是不放心，就算担心又怎么样？她自愿的被人家玩。」「你这明显就是吃醋嘛，你只要记住莎莎姐爱你就够了，莎莎姐跟我说过，除了她的主人的命令，她自己只被你干过，其他男人连手都没让人家碰过。」
"So what?" "Are you out of your mind? If you're so hung up on this, just break up! There are plenty of guys chasing after Sister Sasha! My master doesn't allow me to flirt with other men, otherwise I wouldn't be dating someone like you!" Xiaoyue had a fiery temper and spoke her mind quickly. I couldn't argue with her, so I had to let her eat and drink. While eating, Xiaoyue said, "Actually, I came here on important business." I laughed and said, "What important business could you possibly have with me?" "My master naturally had to find out that Boss Ling has suddenly become so close to the Fuhai Group."
"It's nothing really." I recounted the whole story, but omitted my relationship with Zitong. Xiaoyue listened and said, "Oh, I see. Okay, I'll go back and report to my master." "Your master trusts you to do things for him so much?" "My role is his personal secretary. Don't underestimate my abilities, okay? I've always worked before." I sighed. In this era where desires are amplified and there's no restraint, beauty is always the most valuable thing, especially a beautiful and capable girl like Xiaoyue. Her master must be very satisfied. That night, I couldn't sleep. From meeting Sasha until now, all the past events flashed through my mind like a movie. It was really interesting to think about. Sasha was so lewd in front of others, but she was very conservative with me. Apart from oral sex, we always had normal positions during sex. We never did anything difficult, like anal sex or other hardcore things. Sasha and I were more like a plain and uneventful couple. Zitong is so chaste in front of others, even when raped she struggles and resists with all her might. Her slight wantonness is only because she's aroused; the pressure of pleasure makes her somewhat lose herself. But with me, she's so submissive. It's precisely because of her complete obedience that I demand so much from her. I try all the positions and ways I haven't tried with Sasha on her. The more cooperative and obedient she is, the more I want her to be even more wanton. Zitong and I are like a pair of lustful lovers fallen into a prison of lust. The duality of human nature is so unpredictable; it's undeniably a fascinating thing. And I'm not exactly a cuckold fetishist, because I get jealous and angry. My excitement comes from when my girlfriend is being sexually abused; her excited screams and wanton behavior during orgasm actually make me very jealous, without any pleasure. This brings up the issue of sexual fetishes. Although my recent psychology course wasn't very useful, it helped me understand the relationship between sex and psychology. For example, Qiu Dahai probably lacks a sense of security, which is why he needs an absolutely obedient slave. The boss, on the other hand, is extremely insecure about his body, feeling weak and inferior, which is why he uses a little girl to highlight his strength. When I got home, everything seemed normal, and Zitong was acting just as usual. After dinner, Zitong wanted me to go for a walk with her, but I was feeling very depressed and didn't want to go out. So, we watched a movie at home. Zitong, as usual, watched with me for a while and then went back to doing her work, taking my clothes to wash and cleaning the pots and pans in the kitchen—a typical housewife. Seeing that she was busy, I sent Xiaoyue a message, "Xiaoyue, have you gone back yet?" Xiaoyue replied immediately, "Not yet, what's wrong?" "Nothing, I'm just a little worried about you." "We'll go back to school tomorrow, so don't worry." "Okay, where's Sasha?" "She's with me." "That's good. I'll play with you when you get back to school." "Okay." "Take a picture and let me see." "Hehe, I knew you were worried. Here." Below was a picture of Sasha lying on the bed with her eyes closed, I don't know if she was asleep. I asked, "Why are you asleep so early?" Xiaoyue replied, "She stayed with Master all night and didn't sleep. I also dragged her out shopping during the day. Hehe, of course she's tired." "Is this what you mean by taking good care of her?" "Well, what can I do? Master likes her, what's wrong? Are you jealous?" I was so angry that I didn't reply and started watching a movie. After a while, Xiaoyue sent another picture, this time of Sasha sitting on the bed, fixing her hair with her hands. Then came Xiaoyue's message: "My master is back and sent Sister Sasha to his room again. Are you jealous? Hehe."
I sighed and said helplessly, "Don't make me angry, you brat. Be careful I block you." Thinking of Sasha's lewd behavior of serving others, my heart ached. Zitong had finished her work and snuggled into my arms. I reached out and hugged her, and we watched a movie together. On the surface, I was watching the movie, but inside I was very conflicted. These two women, Sasha was serving another man, and Zitong had just cheated on me the day before yesterday, and in my own home, maybe even on the sofa I was sitting on. What kind of life is this? It's so sad. Zitong fell asleep in my arms. I carried her to bed, but I couldn't sleep. When I was in Beijing, I missed Zitong, and now that I'm home, I'm thinking of Sasha again. Because of my mood, I had no sex drive at all. Zitong lay quietly on top of me, breathing evenly, sleeping soundly. I just held her like that, but my mind was full of images of Sasha being abused. The most enjoyable time was a few years ago when I had anal sex with Sasha in Qiu Dahai's office. That was also our only time having anal sex. I was a little excited and didn't want to sleep anymore. I picked up the phone and sent Xiaoyue a message, "Xiaoyue, are you asleep?" Xiaoyue replied after a while, "No, watching a movie." "Where's Sasha?" "She's sleeping with her master." "You're still awake?" "No, I'm watching a horror movie. Sasha's here, I feel much more relaxed and I'm resting well. I'm not sleepy."
"Is Sasha asleep?" "I don't know. The master's bedroom is upstairs, but she probably isn't asleep. It's only this late, so the foreplay probably isn't over yet." "Can we video chat?" "Sure." "Come video chat, take me to see Sasha." "No, I won't do anything like secretly filming." "Let's make a deal. You help me secretly film, and I can agree to something in return." "I don't have anything to ask for, but I might consider it if you take me on a trip."
"Sure, I can take you and Sasha on a trip. There are so many fun places in China." "Going back to school tomorrow, then going on the trip the day after, is that okay?" I gritted my teeth and said, "No problem." Xiaoyue immediately sent a video request. Afraid of disturbing Zitong, I muted the phone before accepting the video call. The video technology at the time wasn't very advanced, and the picture was choppy and uncomfortable to watch, but we could still tell what was happening. Xiaoyue held her phone, and the screen flickered and shakily for a long time. I knew that Qiao Shao's mansion was big, but I didn't expect it to be this big. It took Xiaoyue a good six or seven minutes to walk from her bedroom to Qiao Shao's bedroom. Qiao Shao's place was all about size, including his bedroom. The bed was huge; it could easily sleep four or five people. It was the first time I had ever seen such a luxurious house, and I was very envious. For ordinary people, even if they could buy such a mansion, the exorbitant maintenance costs would be difficult to afford. Xiaoyue placed her phone on the glass of the door, and after a while, it finally stopped shaking. I zoomed in to observe the screen more closely. Perhaps I moved a little too much; Zitong groaned and rolled over, startling me. I carefully covered my phone with the blanket, and after seeing that Zitong was fast asleep again, I finally spotted Sasha on the screen. I often saw Qiao Shao on TV, so I was very familiar with him. He wasn't tall, but he was very muscular, with well-developed muscles, giving him a healthy and energetic look. Sasha was completely naked, her hair neatly tied up behind her head, lying on all fours on the bed. Qiao Shao was kneeling behind her, kneading her plump buttocks with both hands. I don't know how long they had been doing this, but Qiao Shao was already very excited, vigorously slapping Sasha's buttocks while licking her pink and alluring vulva with his tongue. Although I couldn't hear any sound, I could see that Sasha's expression was one of pure enjoyment, and she was talking to him, though I couldn't tell what they were saying. Qiao Shao thrust his hips, and I couldn't tell if he inserted his penis into her anus or vagina, but he began to thrust. Suddenly, the screen went blank; Xiaoyue had turned off the video. At the same time, a message came saying, "It's a pity you missed the exciting part; it's already the end." I was just engrossed in watching when Xiaoyue turned it off, which disappointed me a bit, but I didn't say anything. I said, "Were they like this yesterday too?" "I don't know, but since they played all night, it must have been more than that. Don't worry, the master's novelty has worn off, and he'll let Sister Sasha go to sleep after he ejaculates." "Okay, thanks, Xiaoyue." "No need, see you the day after tomorrow." Xiaoyue was still thinking about the trip; this was probably the only thing that could attract her. Thinking about the scene just now, Sasha's body's allure excited me. Not to mention her oral skills, her two honey holes were enough to make anyone intoxicated. She could also control her muscles to make her honey holes contract or relax, and the wonder of it was indescribable. Coupled with her soft and sweet moans, even a fairy couldn't compare. Every man who had experienced it would never forget it. Lost in thought, I left my phone in my hand, perhaps the light shining on Zitong. She hummed in response, opened her eyes, glanced at me, then buried her head in my chest, wrapping her arms around my waist. She mumbled sleepily, "Honey, why aren't you asleep yet?" I gently patted her back, saying, "Go to sleep, I'll sleep soon." Zitong didn't reply. I held her, gently patting her back, trying to lull her to sleep. Perhaps Sasha's appearance aroused my desire again, because my hand, which had been patting her back, involuntarily moved down, finally settling on her small bottom and kneading it. Zitong's waist and hips were very narrow, like an undeveloped elementary school student's, so her bottom wasn't plump. Combined with her slender figure, weighing less than 70 pounds, her bottom could be completely covered by one hand. You could imagine how thin her waist was; both hands could almost encircle it. With such a delicate body, a naturally petite girl, it's no wonder that old man was captivated by her. I gently kneaded her buttocks. Half-asleep, Zitong probably felt comfortable too, hugging me tighter and instinctively draping her legs over me. My hands roamed back and forth on her inner thighs and buttocks, the friction warming her skin. The massage-like sensation lulled Zitong into a deep sleep. Zitong clung tightly to me, half her body hanging on me, her breathing very even. Seeing that she was asleep, I no longer confined my hands to her thighs and buttocks. Through her white panties, I gently stroked her clitoris, my touch light, just enough to feel. My other hand reached under her, gently teasing her nipples. Zitong seemed to sense it, snuggling closer to me, hugging me even tighter, her thighs clamping around mine, rubbing against me a few times. Afraid of waking her too quickly, I slowed down my movements, waiting until her breathing stabilized before resuming my caresses. After a few minutes, Zitong let out a few soft moans, but didn't move. I knew she was aroused again, but wouldn't be woken up like before. I increased the pressure of my fingers stroking her clitoris, rubbing it against her through her panties. Zitong didn't move her upper body, only her waist contracted a few times, indicating she was already experiencing pleasure. I maintained this pace, massaging her clitoris, while my fingers teasing her nipples began to pinch and rub them. Zitong's breathing became more and more rapid, and she began to make moaning sounds, like she was moaning during sex. The pleasure was already overwhelming her; now, in a state between sleep and wakefulness, her senses were more sensitive than when she was fully awake. I slipped my hand inside her panties, and sure enough, they were already very wet. I rubbed between her labia, occasionally kneading her clitoris. Her vagina quickly became wet, and the flowing fluid soaked my entire hand. I didn't hold back anymore and began to stimulate her clitoris rapidly. Zitong hugged me tightly, her thighs rubbing against my body, her legs tightly clamping around my waist, her abdomen rhythmically contracting. Her vagina was overflowing with fluid, soaking her panties. Finally, Zitong woke up with a moan. She opened her eyes and looked at me, very excited after waking up from lust. Her breathing was rapid, her face flushed, and her eyes were languid. Suddenly, she pressed herself against me, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck, repeatedly calling out, "Husband, ah, husband." She kissed me passionately while moaning, her tongue swirling in my mouth, biting my lips, like a thirsty harlot. Zitong tossed the blanket aside, ripped off her pajamas and underwear, revealing her petite, naked body. She wrapped her arms tightly around me, straddling me with her legs spread wide. Like a female animal in heat, she kissed my body passionately, licking and biting, clinging to me as if afraid I would run away. Her lower body twisted, searching for my penis, trying to insert it into her vagina. But she lacked experience; if it were Sasha, she might have succeeded. Zitong, however, was too inexperienced. The head of her penis rubbed against her vulva, already soaked with her fluids, but she couldn't penetrate. Frustrated, Zitong twisted her waist, kissing me incessantly, moaning, "Husband, fuck me, I want it."
She wouldn't have used such lewd language before, but with my constant "training," her sense of shame diminished. She knelt on the ground to give me oral sex, swallowed my semen under my gaze, and stuck out her buttocks in front of the mirror for me to have sex with. These behaviors, which used to make her feel ashamed, are now commonplace. My goal is to train her to be as absolutely obedient as Sasha, but I know it's impossible; it can only remain a dream. Zitong is a comfort to me; I want to get back what I lost with Sasha through her. Overcome with lust, Zitong twisted her waist and rubbed against me. Seeing that she was truly aroused, I reached out and guided my penis, placing the head against the entrance of her vagina. Zitong twisted her waist and rubbed my penis a few times, then forcefully sat back, swallowing it completely. Her already aroused vagina was wet and hot, so hot that I shivered. The pleasure was indescribable, second only to the pleasure of ejaculation. Zitong also enjoyed the satisfaction of her vagina being filled. She pressed her hands against my chest, squatting on top of me, moving slowly as she lifted her hips, then slamming down heavily, letting out a loud cry of pleasure. Zitong was clever; last time I used the "nine shallow, one deep" technique, she screamed repeatedly. She knew this was the most pleasurable way to penetrate. I knew she was building up for an orgasm. She was already excited from waking up with overflowing lust, and with the help of my hard penis, she should reach the peak of happiness soon. I kneaded her nipples with one hand, while the other hand reached under her crotch, gently stimulating her clitoris. You need to know this: the closer you are to orgasm, the less forcefully you should stimulate the clitoris. A light, almost imperceptible stimulation is best. Some people think the harder you rub, the more pleasure the woman gets—that's wrong. Just like some people say the bigger the penis, the more pleasure the woman gets, that's wrong. The women I've been with are all sex experts, including Zitong later on. None of them envied the large penises of Black men. In fact, they disliked them because an excessively large penis causes pain and provides no pleasure. I haven't mentioned the size of the characters' penises in this article because it's not important. Normal size is best. The most important thing is hardness. It doesn't have to be thick, but it must be hard and long-lasting, as hard as steel. This makes it easiest to bring a woman to orgasm. What women hate most is a half-erect penis, which provides no pleasure. They find it extremely repulsive. Zitong supported herself on my chest with both hands, squatting on top of me, her movements becoming faster and faster. Her toes curled tightly, she moaned with her eyes closed, and she sat back forcefully, the impact rhythmic, the slapping sounds continuous. Zitong was already sweating, and under the stimulation of pleasure, she showed no signs of fatigue as she approached orgasm. I asked, "Wife, are you almost there?" Zitong gasped for breath and said, "Almost there, almost there, I'm going to die." I knew she didn't have enough strength to reach the intensity of an orgasm, so I reached out and supported her buttocks with both hands. When Zitong saw that I had stopped her, she understood what I meant and stopped moving. Instead, she supported herself by reaching behind her back, rubbing her clitoris with one hand. I supported her buttocks and began to thrust up and down. She was already on the verge of orgasm, just waiting for the final, powerful thrust. I pounded into her hard, making Zitong scream repeatedly. Soon she cried out, "Husband, husband, I can't take it anymore, husband! Ah!" Her tense body suddenly collapsed, limp and falling into my arms, trembling uncontrollably. I held her, my penis still slowly moving inside her. Each thrust caused her vagina to contract, but she could no longer moan. She just lay in my arms, breathing heavily for a good ten minutes before she recovered, saying, "Husband, can you not be so bad? You'll kill me sooner or later." I slowly moved my penis. Her vagina, overflowing with fluid after her orgasm, was slippery and hot, making penetration incredibly pleasurable. The fluid even soaked my pubic hair, leaving our joined bodies a muddy mess. Zitong seemed to enjoy this feeling, pressing tightly against me, rubbing back and forth, moaning again. I asked, "What's wrong, honey? Were you not happy just now?" Zitong said, "Yes, but you're going to break me. You won't even let me sleep." I hugged Zitong tightly, rolled over and pinned her down, saying, "How could that be? I wouldn't want to break my good wife. I'll only make you climax again." As I spoke, I hoisted her slender legs onto my shoulders and started thrusting hard. Zitong let out a soft cry and said, "Ah, I can't take it anymore, honey, go easy on me. One climax is enough for me. Honey, just ejaculate and go to sleep." As I thrust, I said, "Silly wife, it's not up to you. Whether I thrust or not is up to me. I'm going to fuck you all night long and not sleep." "I'll be fucked to death by you, you stinky husband, you're abusing your wife." "This is just the beginning. The real abuse is yet to come." "Ah, I don't want to! Help! This is rape!" Before she could finish screaming, I kissed Zitong's small mouth and gently bit her lips. Zitong put her tongue into my mouth, and I carefully sucked on her delicate little tongue. After a long kiss, I said, "Wife, I want to fuck your ass." "No, it hurts." "Let's try it, if it hurts, we'll stop, okay?" "No, honey, I'll give you oral sex." "I still want to go through your back door, be good, let's try it. Be good." "Okay, just once, stop when I say no, okay?" "Okay, good. My wife is so good." I put Zitong's legs down and made her lie face down on the bed. I knelt on the bed and spread her legs wide apart. My penis was covered in her vaginal fluid, very lubricated. I pressed against her anus and slowly rubbed it. I didn't know if Zitong had been penetrated anally since, so I was very careful. I only dared to push forward hard after fully lubricating her. Zitong was also very nervous, her buttocks were tightly clenched. My glans had slightly pried open her anus and I started to go in properly. Zitong buried her head in the pillow, let out a cry, and reached out and grabbed my hand tightly. I asked, "Does it hurt?" Zitong sighed and said, "It's...it's okay." I thrust in again, and the head of my penis entered her anus. Zitong gripped my hand tightly, biting the sheet with her teeth, I couldn't tell if it was from nervousness or pain. Once the head of my penis was inside, it went in more smoothly. I didn't force it in, but slowly pushed it deeper. Her anus, having been broken before, was indeed much looser, and soon my penis was fully inside. Zitong probably felt that her anus had accommodated my penis, and her body slowly relaxed. I asked, "How does it feel? Do you feel pleasure?" Zitong said, "It's so uncomfortable, not comfortable at all." "You'll get used to it after a few more times. It's definitely uncomfortable at first." "Mmm, husband, I'm so amazing, I can actually accommodate your penis, I'm so great." "Mmm, my wife is so amazing, I love you." "Go slower, I need to get used to it." "Is it comfortable?" "It's uncomfortable, it's so uncomfortable, go slower, ah, slower. By the way, husband, next time when you're about to ejaculate, you can ejaculate here, so you won't get pregnant." "Okay, but I still like to ejaculate in your mouth, watching you eat my sperm makes me feel so excited." "
You men are so strange, I'm your wife now, do I need to prove it like this?" "Of course I do, otherwise how would I know if you love me or not." Talking might have distracted her, and Zitong's tense buttocks relaxed, making the thrusting much smoother. Zitong didn't say it hurt anymore, she just bit the sheet and closed her eyes to endure it. I started to increase the speed, spreading her little buttocks apart with both hands, watching my penis go in and out of her pink little hole, feeling a great sense of accomplishment. I asked, "Does it still hurt?" Zitong said, "Hmm, it seems like I'm getting used to it a little. Honey, be gentle, you'll break it." "Silly wife, how could I break it? You're so tight here, it feels so good to be inside you." "But I don't feel comfortable, I feel like you're abusing me." "If I'm abusing you, you can only endure it. If I'm a sadist, you'll have to become a masochist. Understand?" "I don't want to, you're inhuman, you stinky husband, all you do is bully people." I thrust forward hard, making Zitong scream, groaning, "Honey, be gentle..." "It hurts so much."
Before she could finish speaking, I tightly hugged her buttocks and began thrusting into her with tremendous speed. The sounds of our thrusting were very loud. Zitong was a little flustered by my actions. She tried to push me away, but I made it impossible for her to exert any strength. She struggled to turn over, but I held her buttocks. She tried to close her legs, but my legs blocked her. Zitong tore at the sheets, making a mess of the bed. She struggled and said, "Husband, no, be gentle, husband, it hurts." I ignored her and just held her buttocks in place, thrusting into her forcefully. A few streaks of blood were brought out with each thrust. Her narrow and tight anus was bleeding again, just like a virgin's. I was determined to properly deflower her; if I didn't succeed this time, it would be much harder to train her in anal sex later. Zitong arched her back, moaning, "Husband, slower, I can't take it anymore, it hurts so much." "Husband, please have mercy, husband, it hurts." "It hurts so much, it really hurts." I just thrust in and out, and after five or six minutes she stopped crying out in pain, only saying, "Husband, hurry up and cum, cum."
This was a good opportunity to train her in lewd language, and I naturally wouldn't let it pass. I said, "Do you want your husband's sperm?"
Zitong quickly said, "Yes, I want it." "Where do you want me to ejaculate, wife?" "Ejaculate inside, ejaculate." "Inside?" "Inside, in your buttocks." "Inside your buttocks? Is that your anus?" "Yes." "In your wife's anus?" "Yes." "What does 'yes' mean?" "Yes, in your anus." "Your anus is very lewd, and you are very lewd, right?" "Yes, hurry up and ejaculate, husband, I can't take it anymore, it hurts so much." "Then is your wife a lewd little slut?" "Yes." "What is it? Tell me." "Yes, I am a lewd little slut." "Then tell me what to do now?" "Husband, good husband, ejaculate in the lewd little slut's anus." Finally, he had taken down Zitong's anus. After so long, he had finally succeeded. Now all three holes were open, and the physical training was already done, but he still had a long way to go to turn her into a beauty like Sasha. He could only take it one step at a time. Perhaps later I can train her to tighten or relax her muscles like Sasha, and also do deep throat, but that's probably difficult. After I ejaculated, Zitong lay on the messy bed, breathing heavily, her legs tightly clamped together; her anus must have been burning with pain. After a while, she struggled to get up and walked out naked. I asked, "Wife, where are you going?" Zitong rolled her eyes at me and said, "Ugh, going to the toilet. My ass is full of your semen, I need to poop. You stinky husband. I regret marrying you!" clt2014 Gold Coins +19 Reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!

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