【The Dean's Twelve Beauties】(17)

Chapter Seventeen
The wife frowned, opened her eyes, and angrily bit down. Quick as a

flash, Xue Mei pushed her away, causing her head to hit the headboard.
"You slut, what do you think you're doing? You're asking for it!" Xue Mei scrambled to her wife's side like a hunting dog,

pressing her hand against her slender neck and shouting.
"Teacher Yao is still not satisfied? To train Teacher Yao into a sex slave, it seems you still have a lot

of work to do , Xue Mei," the director chuckled.
"This lowly slave failed in her duty and almost hurt her master. Please punish me, master," Xue Mei quickly admitted.
"It's not your fault. Teacher Yao's personality is like that. Her spirit is as resilient as her beautiful body. Otherwise,

how could she have fought us for so many years? Yao Jingting, I admire your resilience. Keep it up! I hope

we can be rivals forever," the director said, walking to the wife's side and brandishing his weapon.
"Waaah..." The wife cried in despair as her plan failed. Her only

chance in days to retaliate against her opponent had been lost, and endless humiliation awaited her.
"You slut, if it weren't for your beauty, I would have sold you to a foreign brothel to be fucked to death by foreigners,"

Xue Mei warned fiercely.
"Yao Jingting, you will become my most loyal sex slave. I look forward to that day." The director, as if

issuing a challenge, helped Xue Mei up and gave her a few instructions. Xue Mei smiled knowingly. The two men re-tied the wife to

the large armchair and applied some cooling oil to her full vulva.
"Teacher Yao, this is called 'The Heroic Woman's Lament.' Because of your reckless behavior, you will pay a heavy price

. You will not have an orgasm tonight," the director said, gently kissing his wife's cheek and wiping away her tears.
"Fool, you've lost your right to serve me..." Xue Mei whispered to her wife.
The dean turned on the stereo, playing an elegant saxophone tune. The two shamelessly undressed in

front of , making love in every position imaginable. His wife's legs were wide open; her full vulva, coated with aphrodisiac

, was pink and glistening, its temperature fluctuating like it had been coated with mentholatum. After a while, it itched as if ants were gnawing at her. The

live sex show before her stirred her heart, her desire surging. Her large breasts swelled uncontrollably. If her hands weren't tied

to the back of the chair, she would have used one hand to soothe her breasts and the other to caress her vulva. But with her legs wide open, even

moving her thighs to rub her labia was difficult. She couldn't help but crave the man before her, just as she had longed for

that faceless uncle when comforting herself before. Zhong Yi was, in fact, the uncle she had been yearning for. Why

couldn't she accept him? His thick, long penis could penetrate deep into her uterus. Although she had slept with four men

, only Zhong Yi had penetrated to the deepest part of her body, reaching her very soul.

The deep itch

weaponin her vagina ; only it could relieve the itch. The director's satisfying length, his unrestrained, brutal movements,

his large, manipulative hands, even the domineering aura that controlled her noble bearing—all of this intoxicated her.

Wasn't this exactly what she wanted? She craved the director's humiliation, craved the desecration

of his filthy penis, craved the stench of his semen. Why wouldn't the director touch her? Even just a touch to her breasts, a slap, or even a curse

would be enough.
"Master…Master…" the wife murmured, her mind clouded.
The director didn't even glance at her. Hearing her cries, the two men thrust even more vigorously. After

countless orgasms, the director finally ejaculated his thick semen into Xue Mei's vagina. Xue Mei

rested and cleaned herself up, then went out briefly before returning to the two men's embrace.
The wife, tormented and burning with desire, opened her mouth wide, her throat dry, murmuring, "Master...

husband...I want..."
The director smiled smugly, stroking her forehead. "Teacher Yao, you want it, and I want to give it to you too,

but I want to teach you a lesson today. If you have any similar thoughts again, you'll live a life without orgasms

." The director finished speaking and had Xue Mei remove the purple stockings and stuff them into the wife's mouth.
The endless night was quiet and long. The wife could only moan softly, only managing to sleep

for two or three before being awakened by the burning desire within her.
The next day, the director had left sometime earlier. Xue Mei smiled and woke the wife, untying her restraints.

"Sister, your moans last night were so lewd. You were thirsty after moaning all night, weren't you?"
The wife nodded.
Xue Mei took out the stockings, picked up a small blue medicine, and poured it into the wife's mouth.
"Wh...what?" The wife struggled to speak, her mouth too dry.
"A surprise for you, this is what I applied to you last night." Xue Mei smiled and placed the bottle

in front of . The bottle even had "H2O" written on it. "Water?" The wife tasted it; it really was just ordinary water.
"Unexpected, isn't it? You weren't given any aphrodisiacs at all; you're just inherently lustful." Xue Mei mocked.
"Impossible, no way, no way. It was all the drugs you used." The wife couldn't accept this surprise.
"You're naturally lustful, you just suppressed it before, and this time the master unearthed it. We didn't use any drugs

at all . You're a born slut." Xue Mei explained.
"No, no..." The wife shook her head. This blow was like a bolt from the blue. A mere small bottle of sleeping pills

had sentenced her to death for being innocent.
She didn't know that Xue Mei had already switched the drugs as instructed. The director's little trick had dealt

a heavy blow to her wife's heart. The wife stared stiffly at Xue Mei, her heart, which had just begun to warm, plunging back into an icy abyss: her desire for the director last night

had all originated from her own heart? Those intense and lewd thoughts, were they her most primal desires?
Xuemei looked at her stunned wife, knowing her plan had worked wonders. This clever teacher should have

easily seen through the scheme, but the moment she saw the penis, her IQ plummeted to negative numbers; her mind was consumed by desire, banishing all her intelligence.
"Yesterday, thank goodness I stopped you. If you had bitten it, you would have been dead. Did you think you could get rid of it by biting it?"

Xuemei helped her wife into the bathroom, trying to reason with her. Although no one had touched her all night, her

beautiful body was glistening with sweat. "Let alone how hard Master's penis is, you might not be able to

bite it off . Even if you did, would Master let you go? Silly girl, you're probably thinking of a fight to the death, aren't you? What about your family?"

"Where's your husband? Where are your parents? You always put others first, how come you've become selfish this time, thinking only

of yourself? You have more than just the responsibility of dying together with your master!" Xue Mei's logic was full of holes

, but the wife's attention was entirely focused on being shocked by her own lewd thoughts and dealing with the itching in her groin, so she

could only believe whatever Xue Mei said.
"Sister, please stop talking." The wife called Xue Mei "sister" for the first time. "I...I feel so uncomfortable."

The itching in her groin made her restless all over, and a place deep inside her was unbearably itchy, but she couldn't say which

organ it was.
"Oh! Sister, do you miss your master? Just bear with it a little longer, after you take a bath, I'll plead for you." Xue Mei's face lit up

when she heard . She pushed her wife into the bathroom and then followed her in to help her

wash.
Xuemei changed her wife into a pair of white, heelless platform boots, a pair of conservative yet proper gray sheer stockings, and

a pair of white lace open-crotch thongs, also adorned with a string of white pearls. She instructed her wife to use this pure

attire to attract her master's attention, and to make her movements as pure as possible, in order to secure the opportunity to serve him tonight. This

would be the first time her wife had willingly served him, and her master enjoyed this feeling of desecrating the sacred.
Sitting at the dining table, her wife felt for the first time how human-like the dildo on the chair was. If

Xuemei unlocked her handcuffs, she would caress her breasts, which were already as hard as basketballs. Xuemei

made a phone call to the director, which seemed to take a very long time. Her wife sat in the chair, feeling as if the day was dragging on forever, realizing for the first time how much

she needed an orgasm, and how difficult it was to achieve one. After Xuemei hung up the phone, she went to

her wife's side, pressed the switch, and the dildo inside her wife went deeper, rotating rapidly.
"Ahhh... I'm going to fly..." The wife, ecstatic, flailed weakly from side to side, her

waist swaying back and forth, her breasts bouncing violently. "Sister... my breasts... my breasts, they hurt so much

..." The wife's magnificent breasts throbbed with pleasure, a deep emptiness enveloping her tender white flesh.

She knew her body's characteristics; just a little more caress of her lonely breasts would bring her to

a satisfying climax.
Xue Mei stopped using the dildo. The wife looked at her with a puzzled and dissatisfied gaze, pleading,

"Sister, please unlock the handcuffs!"
Xue Mei whispered in her ear, "Good sister, you can't touch your own breasts. Climax is a gift from your master

. Let me caress you in your master's place." Saying this, she placed her small hands on her wife's soft, large breasts.
"Sister, harder!" The wife squinted, enjoying the satisfaction on her breasts.
"Call me master! Aren't you going to thank master?" Xue Mei lectured.
"Thank you, Master!" The wife thrust her chest forward, making it easier and more comfortable for Xue Mei to touch her. Xue Mei

pressed the switch on the dildo, her jealousy mixed with a kind of gratifying pleasure as she roughly fondled her wife's large breasts. The wife's legs

spasmed with pleasure, her full thighs trembling and spreading open, like a dying frog, her slender calves taut and flailing.

Xue Mei watched her wife's reaction, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
After the meal, the wife tactfully folded her hands behind her back again, letting Xue Mei handcuff her. Even as she left the chair,

she was still reluctant to leave, feeling for the first time that sex was more important than food. She asked Xue Mei if

she should go to work, since it was already her fourth day at the director's villa, but Xue Mei said she had already asked for leave for her.
The wife couldn't help but marvel at the meticulous care the director's organization provided. Xue Mei

escorted her back to her room and told her to practice walking on her own. Walking in these difficult hoof-shaped boots was no

easy feat. The wife paced back and forth in the room a few times, already panting heavily. She took

a step back in front of the mirror, which perfectly reflected her tall, slender figure. Her delicate arches were stretched to their limit in the white, heelless boots

, making her look like a ballerina. Her soft toes bore the weight of her entire body, her slender calves

trembling with tension. To maintain her balance, she had to arch her large, round buttocks and straighten her slender waist.

Her large, lively breasts stood proudly erect like a general. The wife shyly hugged her arms, barely covering the fullest

part of her breasts, which immediately spilled out, forming two concave shapes. Whether from exhaustion

or shyness, her fair body had a blush of pink, and beads of fragrant sweat glistened on her deep cleavage and slender waist

. The wife looked shyly at herself in the mirror, her face as red as a ripe apple. She had never seen herself wearing

such a pure color and revealing design. At this moment, the only difference between her and an angel was a pair of holy wings.
The wife carefully examined the woman in the mirror, her gaze tracing from her jade-like neck to her breasts, gently cherishing

every inch perfect curves, finally settling on the open-crotch white lace panties. The white lace revealed a hint of pink,

and within that pink, faintly visible pearls. The wife subconsciously squeezed her thighs together; the small pearls

pressing against her private parts felt just right, too perfect. The wife couldn't help but yearn to break this perfection, yearn for a

dark red penis to pry open the pearls, to brutally possess her, humiliate her, defile her, yearn for filth, yearn for desecration,

yearn for anything that could break down her holy defenses and make her completely surrender...
Suddenly, Xue Mei barged in, shattering the wife's illusory fantasy. She pulled

the angel, who was lost in her own world, and hurriedly ran to the hall. As soon as she stepped out of the room, her wife was handcuffed again. Except in this

small space assigned to her and during mealtimes, her hands remained locked. Did a defenseless,

vulnerable woman need such precautions?
"This is called the harem," Xuemei explained. "
Harem?" her wife asked, puzzled.
"Not the 'harem' of 'before and after,' but the 'waiting' of 'waiting,'" Xuemei corrected. The wife was no stranger to the palace.

Every time she was exhausted and disheveled after being ravaged, she would wake up on the leather chairs here. The palace was still

brightly lit , and four naked women were chatting in the middle. There were Sun Siqi, Wang Yihan, and Li Xianwen.

The wife seemed to have seen another woman before. She had a small blue and purple pattern tattooed on her chest.

Like the wife, they all had their hands folded behind their backs at their waists, forcefully thrusting out their exposed, plump breasts.

Among the several big-breasted women, her cousin, who had an E-cup, had the smallest breasts. Their slender legs were on brightly colored high heels

. Except for Sun Siqi, who was wearing a black, sheer, open-crotch triangular panty, the other women's buttocks were

completely naked .
"Master will be back soon. What are you all standing there for? Did you come here to chat?" Xue Mei scolded,

giving the strange woman a stern look. The strange woman forced a smile and nodded at Xue Mei, then curled her

lip in disdain as Xue Mei turned away. This simple gesture did not escape the wife's notice. The strange woman's unintentional

expression was meaningful; the wife seemed to see a crack in the rock-solid barrier of the dean.
"The Waiting Palace, as the name suggests, is a palace where sex slaves wait, separating their punishment from their sexual service

. In the Waiting Palace, sex slaves adjust themselves to the optimal state of arousal on the verge of orgasm, keeping their genitals moist and ready

to serve their masters at any time. No foreplay is needed; the master can directly enjoy any of the sex slave's organs. For example,

this one you see in front of you..." Xue Mei explained the purpose of the palace. She pointed to one of the twelve positions, a thick, large fluorescent stick

rising , its tip polished round, resembling a man's genitals. Xue Mei touched the tip and said, "

This thing is used to measure the tension of our genitals. If we're not tense enough during foreplay, the fluorescent stick is white;

when we're close to orgasm, it's pink; and when we reach orgasm, it's blood red. After becoming a sex slave

, all orgasms must be granted by the master. Unauthorized orgasms will be severely punished, so when we orgasm, not only will the fluorescent stick turn red, but

a flashing alarm light will also appear above our heads, and an alarm will sound. Isn't that exciting? Sister, do you want to try it? Your position is over

there ."
The wife stared at the white fluorescent stick, both curious and afraid. Xuemei pulled her next to her cousin, whose seat

was labeled number 9. The wife looked at her cousin, who was in seat number 8, arms outstretched, body leaning forward, chest puffed out, legs spread

wide, a glow stick stuck in her buttocks, awkwardly twisting her waist. The glow stick remained white,

occasionally flashing a fleeting pink.
"Hanhan, don't be nervous. Relax, try to get into the right mood," Xuemei said, standing between her wife and cousin.

Her words only made the cousin more nervous, the bell on her left foot rattling restlessly.
"Okay, stop ringing the bell! Watch me..." Sun Siqi, with her back to her wife, called out impatiently.

The wife glanced at her seat number, which read 6. While Sun Siqi rubbed her thighs and swayed her hips, Xuemei pointed to

the bells on her cousin's feet and whispered to her wife, "Bells

are tied on during sex to train sex slaves. Every time penetration happens, the bells ring. Over time, the sex slave will reflexively recall

the feeling of penetration whenever she hears the bell, becoming more physically sensitive and wanting more. Isn't that an interesting design?"
After hearing Xuemei's explanation, the wife understood why her cousin's gait had become unnatural, and why Sun Siqi and Li Xianwen, who

were with sometimes couldn't walk properly. That evil director! He had not only changed the women's identities

but also altered their nerves.
"Mmm...oh..." Sun Siqi and her cousin adopted the same posture: hands raised diagonally upwards, breasts thrust forward

, buttocks aligned with the glow stick, slowly sitting down while twisting her waist. As she sat down completely, her

long, slender legs slowly stretched out to the sides until only the tips of her blue high heels touched the ground. She took a deep

breath, relaxed her snowy buttocks, and then let out a low moan. It seemed the cold glow stick had already penetrated

deep into her genitals, and her entire weight was supported by the fragile walls of her uterus. She frowned,

leaned forward, and placed her hands on the barrier in front of her. With a "click," her wrists were firmly fixed

in front by a mechanism. At the same time, two pink, transparent, round suction cups extended from the barrier in front of her, covering Sun Siqi's

E-cup breasts. This lewd movement caused her snowy buttocks to stick out exaggeratedly. She closed her eyes tightly,

began to contract her lower abdomen, and twisted her snowy buttocks. She let out two more "Mmm... Ahh..." sounds, and the glow stick flashed

pink.
"Clap clap... Not bad, Qiqi!" Xuemei praised Sun Siqi, then turned to ask her

wife, . "How about it, give it a try?"
The wife, watching Sun Siqi's curvaceous figure and the suction cups firmly covering her breasts, felt anticipation and curiosity

overcome her fear, and eagerly stepped onto the glow stick. She aimed her plump buttocks at the glow stick, but couldn't find her

entrance for a long time. In her frustration, she repeatedly aimed the glow stick at her pink anus.
Just as the wife was concentrating on learning how to use the glow stick to fuck herself, her master returned.
Including the wife, the five naked sex slaves trembled with nervousness, their heels shaking. The wife's boots, without heels,

trembled even more seductively. Only Xue Mei, dressed, respectfully greeted them. The director, looking at the terrified wife,

smiled wickedly, said a few words to Xue Mei beside him, and walked straight to the closed room opposite. Xue Mei nodded,

pulled the wife up, put Sun Siqi down from the torture device, and led the two towards the iron gate at the front. Through Xuemei's introduction,

the wife learned that the room where her master fucked her until she was unconscious every day was called the "palace," a place he used specifically for abusing and tormenting

his sex slaves.
"Be more proactive, don't let your sister down, and don't waste your unparalleled

figure," Xuemei instructed, pinching her wife's buttocks as she left.
Upon entering the room, the director first placed the female anchor on a sex chair. The anchor obediently

raised her head; the handcuffs on her head automatically engaged, and her legs, clad in light purple sheer stockings, were placed

on the armrests of the chair. Two handcuffs on the armrests also secured her ankles, and her large buttocks were raised high, making both vaginal

and anal sex very convenient. Her two snow-white thighs were spread wide, held in a starfish shape,

completely exposing her private parts. The director touched the anchor's breasts and asked, "How is it?" The anchor

replied, "Reporting to Master, Sun Siqi, 5..." "Female slave, professional news anchor, 27 years old, body always ready for

master's favor," the director lifted her chin, looking at her wise eyes, and kissed her neck. "

Today 's main news is that the neck was kissed, slightly warm, the heat quickly spread throughout the body, the breasts were

squeezed, the pressure was strong, the nipples became erect, pleasure flowed down the lower abdomen, the breasts' self-defense force was completely sealed off,

unable to resist foreign invasion, and soon it was captured, the Japanese army continued to advance south, the anger between the legs grew larger and larger, and

they were organizing forces to fight back, refugees kept fleeing between the legs, ah... the vagina was briefly

attacked , ah... ah... hiss, ha... Reporting to master, it's too big, the female slave can't take it." It turned out that the director

had inserted into the female anchor's anus. "Hehe, I'll put some on for you," the director dipped some of the vaginal fluid and smeared it on the female anchor's

anus. "Oh, oh, oh... the Japanese army's attack on the vagina just now was just a detailed attack, the real target was..."

"The anus, although troops were immediately transferred to the anus, the anus still hurts, oh...pain...oh...

relax, relax, oh...the anus succumbed after a weak resistance." The wife sat on the bed watching the female

anchor broadcast lewdly, talking to herself and moaning uncontrollably. It was too stimulating. She felt her

breasts becoming very swollen and throbbing. Her hands, cuffed behind her back, tried to break free of the handcuffs to comfort

her breasts , but it was in vain. Her long legs kept crossing and rubbing back and forth. No matter how she sat, it was uncomfortable.

The restlessness of her legs made her boots tap the floor repeatedly, like keeping time for the director to penetrate the female anchor's anus. She felt

that the air conditioner made her naked body feel cold and numb. From her bare breasts to her long legs

wrapped hot and cold. Her jade feet inside the boots seemed to be sweating, and in large amounts.
"Oh...oh...my anus has become a colony, completely defenseless, at the mercy of the Japanese army. Ah...

Reporting to Master, slave number 5, Sun Siqi, requests an orgasm. Ah, reporting to Master, ah...ah...ah...

eh...Reporting to Master, the lowly slave number 5, Sun Siqi, requests Master to grant her an orgasm." At this moment, the female anchor's

wise face had long lost its rationality. Her pupils were wide open, her lips were panting heavily, and her legs were used as fulcrums to

repeatedly push her anus towards the penis in front of her. "Slap!" A crisp slap landed on the female anchor's face,

interrupting her moans. "You think you're so great? Still going to oppose me? Still dare to broadcast smuggling?" The female anchor looked at the director in

horror , and secretly glanced at the director's expression with an innocent look. After all, more than two years had passed,

and she had completely become a sex slave. The director should be satisfied. Why would he bring up the old matter again? And

the dean should have been in a good mood since this morning. He even touched his own buttocks at dinner and joked that they

weren't plump enough. Why the sudden outburst? She glanced at Yao Jingting beside her; apparently, she wanted to make an example of her.

The female anchor cooperated, saying, "Reporting to Master, I dare not do it again. Oh… everything this slave Sun Siqi has in this life belongs to

the dean . I will serve the dean for all eternity. Oh… anything that threatens the dean, this slave Sun Siqi will

stop." Although the slap had diminished some of her pleasure, the pleasure was too great. The female anchor was now desperately

trying to climax, and her speech was intermittent.
By this time, his wife had moved her body to the wall, turning to the side, rubbing her breasts against the wall, carefully

rubbing her breasts and nipples. She felt that the swelling in her breasts had not lessened at all, but rather intensified, as if the

air conditioning was rubbing against her breasts. Her nipples were also erect. She frantically rubbed

half of her breasts against the wall, as if scratching an itch through a boot. She felt empty inside, as if something was missing, but she couldn't find it. Her

breasts were so swollen that they felt like they were about to squirt water. Her thighs and buttocks rose and fell constantly, and she repeatedly pushed her upper body against the wall, her calves

kicking wildly. She accidentally kicked the bedside table, and then heard the sound of a slap. She

was startled , suddenly realizing how lewd she was, how much she craved sex. Sweat soaked her breasts and stockings, making

the soaked gray stockings look somewhat black, which further highlighted her snow-white, jade-like skin.
The wife stopped what she was doing and looked at the director and the female anchor. At this moment, the director cursed, "You came before you even had your cunt fucked

? How did you train Amei?" As he spoke, he put his penis at the entrance of the female anchor's vagina. The female anchor quickly said, "

Master , I'm sorry, I will definitely pay attention in the future." "Slap!" Another slap. "Master, I'm sorry, the female slave

Sun Siqi will definitely pay attention in the future and work on her endurance. Oh... ah... the Japanese army, ah... the Japanese army

pursued their victory and went straight to the heart of the enemy. Although our army only had female soldiers left, they were trapped in the flower room by the Japanese army, ah... the Japanese army,

ah... the Japanese female slaves, the female soldiers were unarmed and could

only ! Hmm! Oh! Our army's most precious parts were wantonly played with, ah, it's too deep, ah... our army

has completely fallen, oh! oh! We have been completely conquered, oh!... the female slave is going to come!" The female anchor seemed to be about to be

killed, using all her strength to moan loudly.
"Ah... Slave Sun Siqi, begs Master to grant me an orgasm, slave, begs for an orgasm, ah..."
"Orgasm, you slut."
"Ah..." Sun Siqi's eyes narrowed to slits, her mouth widened, her face contorted, her chin raised,

her hands gripping the handcuffs tightly, her legs arching upwards, her body arching, her buttocks thrusting forward forcefully

, her crystal high-heeled sandals clattering against the armrests, her toes, painted with purple nail polish,

clenched , her fixed limbs struggling and thrashing in the confined space, spreading her legs as wide as possible,

seemingly in resistance, but actually accommodating the Dean's penis, causing it to constantly change angles inside her, her vagina tightly sucking on

the Dean's penis, her lower abdomen contracting repeatedly, massaging the Dean's cock. Three seconds later, her eyes rolled back as she sat down again

. The dean abruptly pulled his penis out, and Sun Siqi's vaginal fluids flowed out, continuing for about

a minute. Her labia were wide open, revealing the uterine lining, a lovely pink color, which slowly closed

due to the repairing effect of the tubular monster. Sun Siqi appeared dehydrated, her body deathly pale,

sweat pouring down her forehead, neck, breasts, and calves, down her flat stomach, and to her buttocks. Sweat stains were visible on her purple

stockings , evidence of the intense struggle during the lovemaking.
The dean lit a cigarette and sat opposite Sun Siqi, legs crossed, his penis still

erect and menacing, seemingly unaffected by the hour-long, intense battle. He admired

Sun Siqi, who had been rendered unconscious by his actions, feeling a sense of satisfaction, and then glanced at Yao Jingting.
The scene was so lewd that the wife's mind went blank. She continued frantically rubbing her breasts against the wall,

while simultaneously lifting one leg, trying to rub her labia against the sharp corner of the bedside table. Unfortunately, the bedside table was too low, and her legs

were too long. She slowly squatted down, maintaining the position of one breast rubbing against the wall, while the leg resting on the bedside table

slowly stretched forward. The bare hoof-like boots made it difficult for her to maintain her balance, and she knelt on the floor. The movement resembled

a puppy urinating. The wife leaned forward, massaging her breasts against the wall, one leg kneeling, the other resting on

the bedside table, slowly stimulating her vulva.
Her actions amused the dean; he hadn't expected this teacher's wife to be so sexually craving. He

watched his wife's half-hearted stimulation while smoking, hoping to prolong her torment so she would understand her

lewd nature more clearly. After finishing his cigarette, he extinguished it in the wetness around Sun Siqi's buttocks.

With a hiss and an "Ah!", Sun Siqi suddenly woke up. She was a little dizzy from being fucked and thought

she'd been burned by the cigarette butt. Looking down, she realized what had happened. She begged the director to put her down so she could take a shower and continue

serving him . The director said, "Never mind, just give the newcomer a good look today." Meanwhile, his wife remained in the same position,

rubbing her labia against the corner of the bedside table. Because her legs were very shapely and her stockings were soaked, even

without garters, the gray stockings hadn't come off from the friction and movement. Her breasts felt wonderful against the white marble wall

. His wife wanted to caress her genitals, but her hands were handcuffed to her waist,

rendering useless. The dean walked over, placed his hand between his wife's legs, and touched her labia. "Ah!" His wife was caught

off guard by the sudden stimulation, her left boot slipped, and she leaned back, her right leg also

coming off the bedside table. Her body leaned against the dean's shoulder, her buttocks landing squarely on his hand.

The dean's left index and middle fingers were deeply inserted into her vagina. "Ugh... ah..." His wife seemed to have found

a savior, constantly twisting her strong thighs and buttocks to adjust the angle of the invading fingers, sometimes

swaying , sometimes drawing clockwise circles.
"You're having a lot of fun," the dean whispered in her ear. "Teacher Yao, you really do want

to be ." His wife hesitated, slowed her movements, and finally stopped. Yes, that's enough. I can't

go any further, I can't. I have to pull back from the brink, I have to live a normal life. His wife gritted her teeth, stopped

moving, and remained kneeling on the ground, her shoulders resting on the dean's left arm, two fingers inserted into her vagina.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you unhappy, Teacher Yao?"
"Unhappy! I... I want freedom. You've had your fun, when are you going to let me go?" The wife pleaded, her face

flushed .
"You're still so stubborn even after falling down. Let me help you up." The dean inserted two fingers into the wife's vagina, lifting her up by her buttocks

with his left hand .
Her boots couldn't provide any leverage, and the entire weight of her body fell on her buttocks and the two fingers

inside "Oh, no, don't." Pain mixed with pleasure assaulted the wife's brain.
"Don't you want to stand up? Do teachers teach while kneeling?" The dean put the wife down again, and she

knelt down once more, with two fingers still inserted in her vagina.
"No, I mean... ugh, um..." The stimulation from before caused the wife's briefly conscious body

to succumb .
"Want it or not? As a teacher, don't be so coy." The dean slowly probed the wife with his fingers, and

the wife unconsciously swayed her thighs in response. After being fingered for a minute, the wife felt her breasts swell again.

She moaned incessantly, thoughts of parents, teachers, students, and husband flashing through her mind,

insignificant compared to the pleasure of the fingering. "Ugh, please, don't torture me anymore," the wife pleaded. "
Torture? Fine," the dean withdrew his finger from the wife's vagina.
"No, no, don't pull it out," the fear in her vagina reminded her. She felt

a surge of energy travel from her vagina to her lower abdomen and then to her breasts as the finger was withdrawn, making her feel both swollen and itchy.
"Teacher Yao, what do you want? Do you want to teach me? I'm not your student, you can't just take me

or not take me. You could teach my son, though," a lewd glint in the dean's eyes.
"Please...please insert," the wife said softly, blushing and turning her head away.
"I can't hear you."
"Number 9 female slave, Yao Jingting, teacher, please..." The wife's mind was a mess, she didn't know

what she was saying, but her breasts, which were about to swell and itch, and her empty vagina made her instinctively remember something, and then

forget something else.
"So stupid, Sun Siqi, teach her."
"Reporting to Master, Sun Siqi, Number 5 book slave, professional female anchor, age 27, her body is always ready for

Master 's favor. Now you should say, Reporting to Master, Yao Jingting, Number 9 female slave, professional teacher, age 25,

her lowly body yearns for Master's favor.
" "I, I can't say it." "
Then I'll find the book slave," the director said, walking to the sex chair. Upon hearing this, Sun Siqi sat up a little straighter excitedly

, moving her buttocks forward more, getting more wet with her undried vaginal fluid.
"I'll talk, I'll talk, stop torturing me!" The wife, unable to bear the sexual torture any longer, knelt on the ground,

shaking her breasts and wiggling her buttocks, and said, "Reporting to Master, Yao Jingting, slave number 9, professional teacher, age

25, my lowly body yearns for Master's favor, I beg Master's favor."
"Alright, come and pay your respects first," the director said. The wife didn't understand, so Sun Siqi gave her a wink,

signaling her to lick the director's toes. The wife frowned, but had no choice but to kneel and walk over.
The director put Sun Siqi down from the sex chair. Sun Siqi, now free of limbs, looked at the wife and said, "

Master , let me help her wash up."
"No need, neither of you need to wash. I want to see what you two have done in one night." The director looked at

the wife who was slowly crawling over, covered in sweat, her fair skin damp with sweat as if coated with oil. Her vaginal

fluids flowed like a small stream.
"Oh dear, who designed these shoes? They've ruined my darling's knees." The director took a few steps forward and

noticed that although his wife's hoof boots were quite long, they weren't enough to protect her knees. Actually, it wasn't a design problem;

it was just that his wife's legs were incredibly long. Boots that went past the knees on ordinary female models wouldn't even reach her knees on hers.

The director didn't want his wife to climb too much; a newly acquired sex toy shouldn't be ruined too early, and it would spoil the elegance of

the evening .
"Reporting to Master, sex slave number 9 has really long legs," Sun Siqi said from the side.
"Yes, are you alright? Tonight's main focus is on training her. You come and help me," the director said loudly, not caring that

his wife was there. "Hmm, I should be able to," Sun Siqi felt that although her vagina was a little itchy, she could temporarily endure it
after the thrusting and orgasm .

"Given the height and leg length of sex slave number 9, standing rear entry is the most suitable position. Because her height is similar to her

master's , this position allows for the deepest penetration, while also allowing you to appreciate her hourglass figure."
"Heh, that's a good analysis." The director listened while enjoying his wife's smooth tongue licking his feet. "

Lick between her toes too."
"There's something interesting that Xue Mei didn't notice." The director lifted his wife's chin, and his wife's eyes...

Her eyes were glazed over, drool dripping onto her chest.
"This slut's breasts are just as sensitive as her vagina." The director's fingers

circled , making her feel both pleasure and pain. Sometimes she swayed her body, longing for the director to touch her nipples.
"Hmm? Sister Chai didn't say anything." Sun Siqi watched her master from the side, and saw him playing with his wife's breasts.

"Idiot, hurry up and give your master a blowjob with your filthy mouth. Weren't you trained before? So stupid." The director

patted his wife's head and said never mind.
"Her previous training was all passive. It's different here. We won't force you. Soon you'll be

craving my training." The director suddenly grabbed his wife's breasts and lifted her up.
"Ah!..." Although she had been preparing and longing for it, the pleasure mixed with pain still made

his wife cry out, and her vagina reached a small orgasm. After being lifted up, she couldn't stand steadily, and the director

supported her buttocks from behind.
"Sss..." A gush of vaginal fluid spurted out, all of it flowing onto the director's hand.
"Look, she can't take it anymore." The director showed his hands to the two female slaves.
"We'll start with the missionaries, and gradually delve deeper. Today, let's explore

the mysteries ."

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