【My Story with Sister Zhao】(15) Author: 52676

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(Fifteen)

My phone on the desktop vibrated and the screen lit up.

It was a WeChat message, sent by Sister Zhao.

"General Manager Zhang wants me to come to his office after work," Sister Zhao's profile picture displayed. I
had overheard , but I didn't really react. However, I didn't understand why Sister Zhao
was telling me again. Was it to consider my feelings? I couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity. Just as I was about to reply, another
message arrived.

"Stay and wait for me after work," followed by a winking emoji.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly, but my lower body quickly became erect, and I began to fantasize about some unpleasant scenes.

"At your service, Master," I replied.

"Good dog," Sister Zhao replied and then ignored me.

"Little Liu, are you feeling better?" Suddenly, a hand patted my shoulder. I quickly locked the screen and turned around
. It was Minister Yang.

"Yeah, it was a minor illness. I didn't even take any medicine. I rested for two days and it got better on its own," I said somewhat guiltily.

"Young people are so lucky! You've been working hard lately," Minister Yang grinned, adjusting his glasses. "There's a product exhibition in Suzhou
next week , Monday to Wednesday. You're good at business, so why don't you represent our company and go? You can
relax a bit too.

" "Just me?" To be honest, I didn't want to go. Suzhou is a nice place, but the thought of
not seeing me lose my enthusiasm.

"Who said that? Zhao Ru is going too," Minister Yang pushed up his glasses, a smirk playing on his lips. "With such a beautiful woman by your side, you should be
content."

"Oh? Why didn't the company arrange for you to go?" I was secretly overjoyed, but I managed to control my expression. "

Sigh, General Manager Zhang has assigned me another job," Minister Yang said dejectedly, revealing that he also wanted
this cushy job.

I suddenly realized that this might be a trip arranged by General Manager Zhang through Sister Zhao, and I felt a mix of emotions.

After Minister Yang returned to his office, I turned on my phone and sent Sister Zhao a WeChat message: "Sister Zhao, are you going to
Suzhou next week too?"

There was no reply. I put down my phone and stared blankly at the computer screen, suddenly feeling that this business trip had been incredibly
humiliating.

It was Manager Zhang again. I keenly realized where the needle pricking my heart came from. Why
did this man have Sister Zhao's body and also the power to order me around? I thought resentfully, my heart filled with
jealousy.

The screen lit up again: "Yes, originally it was Lao Yang and I going, but I played a trick and got Manager Zhang to assign him
a task, so you can serve me the whole way." I was about to reply when I saw she was typing, so I stopped and waited for
her next sentence.

"What's wrong? Not satisfied?" Sister Zhao seemed to have sensed something; she was indeed a perceptive woman.

"I'm overjoyed! I'm just a little curious," I replied quickly.

"It's next week, still early. Think about how you're going to serve me after work, hehe."

Time slipped away in my anxious waiting. After turning down all dinner invitations again under the pretext of working overtime, I was alone in
the office once more. I opened WeChat and sent Sister Zhao a smiley face emoji.

Sister Zhao quickly replied, "Answer my call in a bit, don't make a sound, just listen."

Immediately following was another message, "No masturbation allowed," followed by three exclamation marks.

I smiled bitterly. It turned out that this time the training was only audio, without any visuals. My master had left me with a huge
space for imagination. I had already started to imagine the two of them making love in the huge office.

The message notification woke me up again. I looked and saw that Sister Zhao had sent a selfie. There was no face, just a full-body photo in the mirror. She was still
wearing the same suit she had worn when she left home that morning. The only difference was that the flesh-colored
pantyhose had been replaced with black stockings, and the two suspenders were vaguely visible under the skirt, which was extremely seductive.

Thinking about the sexy stockings Sister Zhao wore specifically for another man, I couldn't help but feel a little jealous, but I still replied,
"So beautiful, I can hardly control myself."

Sister Zhao replied, "You spineless thing, hold back. If I find out you took care of it yourself, you'll be punished by wearing
a chastity belt ."

I made a scared face, and my owner didn't reply again.

The time in the upper right corner of the phone screen slowly ticked past 6 o'clock. It had been an hour since I got off work. In my anxious
wait, the phone screen lit up. It was Sister Zhao. "Hello,

" I answered the phone before it even rang. "

Hehe, look how anxious you are," Sister Zhao's light laughter came through, making me suddenly realize that I hadn't
seen her in person all day.

"I'm almost at his office," Sister Zhao's voice lowered. "Put the receiver on silent."

"Okay, sure." My heart started pounding. I quickly pressed the mute button, put on the phone's original
earphones, and the sound in my ears became clear immediately.

Bang, bang, bang. Three knocks on the door. I held my breath and heard a strong male voice say "Come in."
Then came the sound of the door opening, the sound of high heels, the sound of the door closing, and finally a click—I guessed it was the sound of the door being locked from the inside.

"Mr. Zhang.

" "Hehe, don't call me Mr. Zhang this time, call me Honey." I frowned.

"Ugh, you start acting like a pervert as soon as you walk in," Sister Zhao scolded.

"What are you afraid of? Are there any outsiders here?" The voice grew closer.

"How come I never noticed you were so indecent before?" Sister Zhao's tone was amused.

"It's all your fault, that's why I've become like this." The voice grew louder; I guessed he had already reached Sister Zhao's
side.

"Baby, you're dressed so provocatively, is it especially for me?"
The word "provocative" used to describe my goddess ignited a fire in my chest.

"Ah," Sister Zhao gasped. "Easy," then came the sound of fabric rubbing together.

"What are you doing with your phone?" Mr. Zhang was also panting heavily.

"I'll call the police to arrest you! Someone's being a pervert!" Sister Zhao chuckled, but her breathing became rapid. "Come on, let
me dial for you." Mr. Zhang's words startled me, and I quickly tried to hang up. "Ah!" Sister Zhao screamed, followed by
a loud bang and a cracking sound in my ears. "You're so

annoying!" Sister Zhao's coquettish voice came through the earpiece again. "You broke my phone, you have to buy me a new
one!"

"You didn't arrest me yourself... okay, okay, I'll buy you a new one," Mr. Zhang said generously.

"Hmph, that's more like it. Let's go over there. I want you to do me on your desk."

"Baby, you're such a gem." Then came the sound of two heels.

I realized I was covered in cold sweat, secretly admiring Sister Zhao's quick reaction; otherwise,
the consequences have been unimaginable.

"Uh, um," Sister Zhao's soft moans escaped, followed by two crisp slaps—I guessed they were the sounds of high heels hitting the ground.

"Gently, it hurts, ah," Sister Zhao said coquettishly. I didn't know what Boss Zhang was doing to her; I could only
imagine .

A series of popping sounds—I guessed Boss Zhang was sucking on Sister Zhao's nipples. I imagined Sister Zhao's alluring appearance,
and my penis slowly hardened.

Sister Zhao was letting out a comfortable moan when suddenly she cried out, and I heard the sound of a fist hitting her.
"It hurts so much! I won't let you eat anymore!" Sister Zhao said feigned anger, followed by Boss Zhang's wicked grin.

"So hard," came Sister Zhao's soft moan. "It must be so wet down there."

"Be gentle, you're going to die,"

Boss Zhang chuckled mischievously, followed by Sister Zhao's panting.

"Want to try it, hmm?" Sister Zhao's voice made my breathing quicken; it sounded like her panties had been pulled down
.

"Try mine first," Boss Zhang said, followed by the sound of his belt being unbuckled.

"You only know how to enjoy yourself, hmph," came Sister Zhao's dissatisfied voice, followed by Boss Zhang's long moan, "Ah~"

Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm, smack~ Sister Zhao's mouth was now filled with another man's penis. Listening to my
goddess giving another man oral sex, I felt an indescribable mix of jealousy and discomfort,
a tangled mess.

"Baby, use your tongue, oh~"

Smack, smack, smack. Sister Zhao gasped for breath and said, "Ugh, don't put it down my throat, I'm going to throw up.
"

"Haha, it feels so good, I can't help it," Mr. Zhang said. I couldn't help but think of how Sister Zhao had used a dildo for
deep throating before, and I could almost feel that sensation myself, as if I had something similar in my mouth right now...
I suddenly realized I was having some inappropriate thoughts, so I quickly focused on listening to the two of them.

"Okay, now it's your turn to lick my genitals," Sister Zhao said coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, I'll lick it, it's not like I haven't done it before," Mr. Zhang said reluctantly, unaware
that another man was sticking his tongue out at the air, fantasizing about taking his place.

"Ah, gently, uh, yes, right there, slower,"

Sister Zhao's moans came again, mixed with some licking sounds. My tongue moved instinctively, as if
I were the one teasing Sister Zhao's genitals.

"Alright, baby, let's get down to business," came Mr. Zhang's voice. "Help me put it on." I was stunned for a moment before realizing that
Mr. Zhang had already finished his foreplay. I frowned. In my experience, Sister Zhao
had only .

"Hmph," came Sister Zhao's dissatisfied tone through the earpiece. "You have no sense of romance at all."

"Haha, Miss Zhao, you're not satisfied? Let my little brother satisfy you properly later," Mr. Zhang's voice was full of vigor
.

"If it weren't for your competence," Sister Zhao paused, then let out a happy moan,
"I wouldn't pay attention to you."

"What, you're going back to your man if you don't pay attention to me? Can he satisfy you? Hahaha," Mr. Zhang
asked confidently.

"He's not good down there, but his oral skills are much better than yours," Sister Zhao replied, followed by a soft moan, "Ah~" I
realized that the "he" Sister Zhao was referring to was probably me, and I felt a little excited.

"Oral skills? Hahaha, licking a woman's plate? What kind of skill is that!" Mr. Zhang's words were like a slap in the face, making
me blush. Although I was proud to bring Sister Zhao to orgasm with my tongue, as a man's symbol,
the penis is indeed the most primitive and effective tool for conquering women. I felt ashamed of my lack of ability.

"Let me show you what a real man is." Following Mr. Zhang's words, Sister Zhao let out another groan. I guessed that her
vagina had been occupied by Mr. Zhang's penis.

"Ah, ah, be gentle, um, um." From the rhythmic slapping sounds, I knew that the two of them had become
one , but the specific position and appearance left a lot of room for my imagination.

"Uh, um, so good, um." Sister Zhao's groans were broken into segments, interspersed with
the sounds of flesh colliding.

"Phew~ You're so tight today, baby."

"Um, be gentle, it hurts."

"How is it? Heh, better than your man, heh, better, right?" Mr. Zhang's breath also stopped.

"Strong, um, much stronger, um, that good-for-nothing, all he can do is use his tongue, ah~ it's reached the top." My lower body
was as hard as a rock, and I was filled with shame.

"No wonder, huff, you're so lewd, huff."

"Um, you have to satisfy me properly, oh~" Sister Zhao let out another long moan. "Don't worry, ha, his tongue
can't reach the place, let me do it, haha."

"Inside, inside is all there, left for you, ah."

"Huff, let me get to know him next time, huff, huff."

"Okay, um, you're willing, um, you must have seen him before." My heart suddenly raced, afraid that my name
would come out of Sister Zhao's mouth.

"Oh? How come, heh, I don't remember." My heart was pounding wildly, much faster than the rhythm of their bodies colliding
.

"Never mind him, ah, so good."

"Turn around, climb on the table."

I heard the sound of the two moving, accompanied by panting.

"Ugh," Sister Zhao's moan signaled the start of the second round of sex...

...

I hid in a stall in the women's restroom, sitting on the toilet seat, feeling a little anxious. The bathroom exhaust fan hummed
.

After the time on my phone jumped to 7:26, the sound of high heels echoed from the distance in the hallway. The
familiar footsteps made me smile. "Coming," the voice grew closer. I heard her enter the restroom, her footsteps
stopped, and I coughed softly. The sound of high heels resumed, approaching my stall.

Squeak, the door opened, and my goddess stood before me, her eyes full of provocation.

"How was it?" Sister Zhao held the door with her right hand and put her left hand on her hip.

"Pretty, pretty good," I awkwardly got up from the toilet seat, unsure how to answer her.

"Hmph, it's not like it's the first time, what are you nervous about?" Sister Zhao switched places with me, sitting on the toilet
seat , crossing her left leg, taking out a cigarette from her bag, lighting it, and sipping it. The minty scent blended with the toilet cleaner.
The smell overwhelmed me, and I took a deep breath.

"Look at you," Sister Zhao teased, "like you're smoking opium."

"I like the smell," I didn't hide it.

"Really?" Sister Zhao finished speaking and took a deep drag of her cigarette, the butt glowing. She gave me
a look and moved her chin, and I quickly knelt in front of her legs.

"Hoo," I couldn't help but close my eyes, feeling the smooth smoke caressing my face. I greedily inhaled
the smoke Sister Zhao exhaled, letting it enter my lungs again, savoring Sister Zhao's sweet breath.

"Give me a leg massage, I was exhausted just now," Sister Zhao lifted her left foot, placing the sole of her shoe on my shoulder
, her calf rubbing against my face.

I turned my body to the side, using my shoulder to support Sister Zhao's foot, and gently placed my hands on the back of her calf, my fingers
slowly applying pressure, kneading her cool, tender leg. The unique silky feel of the stockings made my lower body start to
swell .

"Mmm~" Sister Zhao groaned comfortably. "Ah, right there, massage it again."

I knelt on the bathroom floor, massaging Sister Zhao's calves. Sister Zhao completely relaxed, letting me
caress her beautiful legs.

"Phew," Sister Zhao blew a puff of smoke in my face from a distance, squinted at me, and sighed. "Sigh, if only
Old Zhang had even a tenth of your thoughtfulness. He has no sense of romance at all, only knows how to play the real game."

"Mr. Zhang naturally has his strengths." I didn't want to speak up for that man, but to appease Sister Zhao,
I could only say that. My hands then touched Sister Zhao's thighs, and she naturally spread her legs.

"He just takes advantage of his size, hmph," Sister Zhao said, pouting like a little woman. I knew she
had just experienced an intense climax, and her unrestrained moans and obscene words were still swirling in my mind
.

"You too," Sister Zhao seemed to transfer her dissatisfaction to me, kicking me to
the ground with a shove of her high heel. "You're good in every way, except you can't do any proper work, you useless thing."

"Sister Zhao, I..." I was a little dumbfounded, "The size of my lower body is also determined by genetics, I
can't do anything about it, I also want to..."

"What 'you'? Don't talk back!" Sister Zhao pressed the sole of her shoe against my mouth.

"Lick it clean, the toilet floor has dirtied my shoe soles."

I muttered to myself, "Does licking it clean mean I won't step on the floor when I go out?" But I knew that it was best
not to disobey the woman in front of me at this moment.

For some reason, my masochistic nature suddenly erupted the moment my tongue touched the sole of the shoe.
I was somewhat bewitched, and began to frantically lick the sole of my mistress's shoe, as if the dirtier the sole, the more it would satisfy my
masochistic desires. I stretched out my tongue as far as I could, brushing it from the arch of my foot all the way to the toe. My saliva quickly
ran out, leaving a slightly astringent feeling on my tongue. I had to put it back in my mouth, swallow the grime, and
stick it out again…

“Look at you now, like a dog!” Sister Zhao, who had only intended to humiliate me
, was somewhat surprised by the unexpected effect. However, she quickly began to enjoy this
feeling .

After I licked the sole of the shoe again, Sister Zhao stopped me. “Open your mouth,” she commanded. I
obediently opened my mouth wide, my tongue lolling out like a dog on a summer street.

“Ew~ So dirty,” Sister Zhao frowned. I could guess that my tongue must be covered in a layer of gray.

“Here, dinner for you.” Sister Zhao took out a wad of tissues from her bag and slowly unwrapped it with her slender fingers,
revealing a condom inside.

Finally, it’s here, I thought to myself. For some reason, I felt a sense of relief, as if
a stone hanging in my heart had slowly settled. Is this what I've been waiting for all night?

I find myself suddenly a stranger. When did I fall so low? Kneeling before a woman
like , craving the wreckage of her after her affair with another man. My body is
driven by instinct, slowly kneeling forward, face upturned, waiting for the woman to slowly untie the condom. Her smile
is beautiful yet cruel, her gaze seemingly piercing my soul.

Thick semen drips onto my nose, then onto my philtrum, the stench assaulting my
nostrils . "Hehehe, I've always wanted to see you get a face shot," Sister Zhao laughs. "So cute, hahaha."

I feel the mucus on my nose slowly sliding down towards my mouth. Just as I hesitate to
accept it, Sister Zhao puts the condom opening to my mouth and forcefully pulls it down with two fingers.

Fishy, salty. The smell and taste mingled, filling my mouth. I breathed through my mouth, trying to
lessen the pain by inhaling more air, but to no avail. The semen began to mix and dilute with my
saliva , the saltiness turning bitter. (I haven't tried this myself; if I'm wrong, please correct me if I'm wrong.)

"Ha!" I exhaled a long breath, drawing the semen from my nose into my mouth. My eyes inadvertently met Sister Zhao's
. Her eyes were narrowed, staring at me as if searching for my bottom line.

I didn't care anymore. I closed my eyes, my throat tightening and relaxing as I swallowed the thick white fluid.

Opening my eyes, I saw a hint of pity in Sister Zhao's eyes. She patted my head, then
helped me up, slowly rolling up her skirt to reveal her full vulva. I was about to stick out my tongue to lick it
when she pressed my head down. "Your tongue is so dirty, and you still want to lick everything," she said, crouching slightly and flipping the toilet seat
up.

"Hold on!" Sister Zhao pressed down hard on my head, her left high heel firmly landing on the toilet seat,
the heel wedged inside. With another push, the mistress spread her legs and squatted on the toilet, one hand firmly
pressing down on my head.

"Good job, this is your reward." Sister Zhao's hand controlled my head, slowly moving it towards her genitals.

"Wash your mouth, don't swallow, let the urine flow out, I want to see." Sister Zhao leaned back,
aiming.

"Ugh," a soft moan escaped my lips, and a warm stream wet my chin, then soaked my
shirt . I quickly used my mouth to catch it. Because my esophagus was closed, the warm holy water quickly accumulated in my mouth.
I heard the sound of water being poured into a container, growing louder and faster, then suddenly overflowing.

Compared to the bitter, fishy taste before, my tongue was completely liberated. The slightly salty urine tasted
like heaven. I opened my mouth wide, accepting the goddess's sweet rain.

My chin cascaded down like a waterfall, a silvery ribbon of water flowing and pooling,
droplets of varying sizes falling into the toilet bowl with a soft patter.

Sister Zhao looked down at me, enjoying the human toilet between her legs, her own excrement being poured into someone else's
mouth, experiencing the unrestrained pleasure of urination—this woman's vanity was utterly satisfied.

"Don't swallow," Sister Zhao emphasized, straining her urethra, the pressure of the urine suddenly increasing,
the liquid foaming even more, clinging to the upper walls of my mouth.

Urine kept flowing into and out of my mouth; I felt like a small chamber pot, being used wantonly
even after being filled. I stole a glance at the mistress; her face was slightly flushed,
the pleasure of unrestrained urination and sadism making her somewhat aroused.

As the flow gradually decreased, my head slowly moved closer to Sister Zhao's genitals. She slightly strained her thighs,
propping herself up, and drained the last of her holy fluid from my forehead. Then she exhaled a long breath. I
took the opportunity to gulp down the nectar in my mouth.

"Very good, you did very well today," Sister Zhao said calmly. She helped me
down from the toilet, bent down, and used my tie to wipe her genitals.

"You're becoming more and more like a slave," Sister Zhao said, glancing at my tie and
wiping before slowly lowering her skirt.

"Master, can I release tonight?" I felt a chill in my underwear, probably from
excessive prostatic fluid.

"No," Sister Zhao's icy words were like a bucket of cold water.

"Hold on for one more night," Sister Zhao said, adjusting her stockings and hair, her voice much gentler.
"Remember Susan?"

"Yes, I remember," I stood up, my knees numb, the image of the beautiful woman in the photo flashing through my mind.

"Tomorrow night, dress smartly, let's have dinner together," Sister Zhao winked at me. She
walked away in her clean high heels, leaving me still in a daze…

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