【My Story with Sister Zhao】(06) Author: 52676

Author: 52676
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(Saturday)

Thursday evening, I was preparing dinner alone when the doorbell rang. "Who is it?" I was curious because no one
would come looking for me at this hour.

"It's me!" came Sister Zhao's voice. I was both surprised and delighted, and quickly ran over to open the door. Sister Zhao was standing at the door,
her long hair casually tied into a ponytail. She wore a dark blue blazer over a pure white t-shirt, white
fitted straight-leg pants, and leather ankle boots. In her right hand, she carried a handbag... and a paper bag. Every time
she appeared, she would catch my eye. I noticed that there was a suitcase behind her, so it seemed she had come directly to
my place.

"Master, what brings you here?" I was both surprised and delighted, but of course, the delight far outweighed the surprise.

"I missed my good dog, so I came straight here after getting off the bus." Sister Zhao's words warmed my heart. Sister Zhao
didn't care about my thoughts, shoving the paper bag in her hand into my hand, leaving the suitcase at the door, and walked straight into the house. I
glanced down at the paper bag; it was takeout from the sushi restaurant downstairs.

"I was worried you'd already eaten, so I just grabbed some to go," Sister Zhao casually tossed her handbag onto
the sofa and turned to look at me.

"I was just about to cook," I said, placing the sushi on the table and heading towards the kitchen.

"What delicious treat are you getting ready for? You little glutton!" Sister Zhao followed me into the kitchen, deliberately drawing out the last
three words .

My face flushed, and I quickly replied, "Just something simple for one person, curry rice."

"Give me some too, to try your cooking," Sister Zhao patted my bottom, walked to the table, pulled out
a chair, and sat down.

"Alright, Master, is your training over?" I suddenly remembered that Sister Zhao's training wouldn't
end until next Monday.

"No, the course was too boring. I told the lecturer I had something to do at home and asked him to send me
a copy of the study materials. I finished reading them on the way back." Sister Zhao took the water I handed her and sipped it. "Basically, it's just
some updated stuff from my student days."

"Which university did you go to?" I didn't know much about Sister Zhao's past, only that she was very capable
and had several years of experience studying abroad.

"My undergraduate degree was from FD, and after working for a few years, I went to the University of Melbourne for my master's degree," Sister Zhao said casually,
without a hint of pride.

"A top student, and a returnee from overseas," I couldn't help but admire her. Although I also have a master's degree from a 985 university, my
aura wasn't as dazzling as Sister Zhao's.

"That's all in the past," Sister Zhao smiled. "I'm still working for someone else now."

"That's still much better than me." Thinking about how Sister Zhao never flaunted herself at the company, I
admired .

"So you'd better listen to me," Sister Zhao winked and smiled slyly.

"Of course, hehe." I put the onions and potatoes into the pot and simmered them over low heat. "Didn't you tell your
husband you were back?"

"No, he doesn't care..." Sister Zhao looked a little awkward; my intuition told me their relationship
wasn't very good.

"What's wrong?" I asked, feigning concern.

"Nothing, just a little argument lately." Sister Zhao seemed unwilling to answer, so I wisely kept quiet
.

"I'll stay here for the next three days. Make me a bed later," Sister Zhao said.

"Great, that's wonderful! You can sleep in my bed, I'll sleep on the sofa, as long as you don't mind!" I nodded excitedly;
happiness had come too suddenly.

"Okay," Sister Zhao didn't stand on ceremony. "Don't go to work tomorrow either, stay home and keep me company."

"Okay, I'll ask Director Yang for sick leave later." Director Yang was my direct supervisor, on the same level as Sister Zhao, and
usually valued me highly.

"Hmm, Old Yang should approve." Sister Zhao and Director Yang also had a good relationship.

With Director Yang's concern, I successfully got sick leave and prepared to serve my mistress wholeheartedly for three days.

While gossiping with Sister Zhao about Mr. Yang's ambiguous relationship with a female colleague, I cooked rice. Suddenly, a
feeling of happiness welled up in my heart. This was probably the life I wanted most.

Sister Zhao noticed I was lost in thought and asked with concern, "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing," I quickly replied, "I'm just so happy and feel a great sense of accomplishment that you came to see me as soon as you got back."

"You're so smug, huh?" Sister Zhao gave me a very nice glare. "I
've been watching that video from that day whenever I have nothing to do at the hotel these past few days."

"How was it? Was it good?" I turned off the stove, lifted the lid, and a fragrant aroma of curry filled
the entire kitchen.

"It smells so good! Let's eat first." Sister Zhao sat down and waited for me to bring the plates to her.

"What about the sushi? Do you want some more?" I asked Sister Zhao. "Don't rush, we'll see after you finish this." Sister Zhao suddenly smiled
mysteriously , and I suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sister Zhao kept praising the curry I made, but because she wanted to maintain her figure, she didn't eat much.

"Your figure is good enough, no need to diet," I said, slowing down as I ate half of my second meal.

"I usually exercise in the evening," Sister Zhao said, her left foot reaching out from under the table, touching
my leg, and then casually resting on my thigh.

"Take it off," Sister Zhao commanded, her little leather boot stepping on my knee. I put down my spoon,
picked up the boot, untied the laces, loosened it, and took it off, revealing a pair of white cotton socks and a slightly sour, warm smell.

"Does it smell good? Add some to your curry," Sister Zhao said playfully, taking my plate off the table
and placing it under her other foot.

Sure enough, a full stomach breeds lust; without any warning, the training began.

"What's wrong? Come and eat," Sister Zhao stomped her booted foot. I released her left foot, squatted
down, knelt under the table, and slowly bent down between her legs.

"Master, there's no spoon," I noticed there was only a little rice and curry left in the plate; the spoon was gone.

"Does a dog need a spoon to eat?" A boot stepped on the back of my head, slowly pressing down on the plate,
while another foot perched near my face. "Smells so good, this is the pure fragrance of a woman, hehehe, it'll make you want to eat more."

I inhaled the intoxicating scent, opening my mouth wide, trying to get the food into my mouth, but Sister Zhao didn't want me
to eat properly. She stepped on my head, controlling my swaying from side to side, sniffing her foot, taking a bite of food,
then sniffing again. By the time the plate was almost clean, my face was covered in curry. At that moment, I must have looked
very...greasy.

"Come on, look up." I felt a relief on my head as Sister Zhao removed her foot from my head. I looked up and saw Sister Zhao
's phone pointed at me, recording a video.

"Ugh~" Sister Zhao frowned. "How disgusting." It seems Sister Zhao's tastes aren't as extreme as I thought.

Sister Zhao tossed me a few tissues. "Wipe yourself clean, don't get my socks dirty." Then she handed me a glass of water.
"Rinse your mouth too."

As I tidied myself up, Sister Zhao had already taken off her right boot. "Yes, just like that, keep your head up, don't move."
Sister Zhao bent her legs and placed both feet firmly on my face. The feel of the cotton socks was wonderful, and the smell
was great for me too.

Without Sister Zhao's instructions, I started breathing heavily. My lower body slowly began to swell with blood. Sister Zhao
rubbed "Tell me, have you missed your master these past two days?"

"I missed him terribly." My lips were being teased by her other foot.

"What's your idea?" Sister Zhao pried my lips open with her foot. "Socks."

I used my teeth to bite the socks and gently tug. "Zhuo Mengdu wants you back." The socks were too long, so I used more force,
but the socks at the toes only loosened.

"You're so clumsy, you've deformed my socks!" Sister Zhao slapped me with her foot, but it didn't hurt.

I put my head close to Sister Zhao's pant leg, used my nose to lift the pant leg, held the edge of the sock in my mouth
, and peeled it off little by little. Then I bit the heel and gently pulled, and the upper part of the sock fell off. I went back to
the toes, held it with my lips, and tilted my head back, successfully taking it off.

"So smart, you learned it in no time!" Sister Zhao praised me after watching my smooth movements.

After I took off the other one in the same way, Sister Zhao's phone rang. Sister Zhao put her two bare feet on my
shoulders , signaling me not to speak, and then answered it.

"Son, are you out of school?" It was her son calling, and I felt relieved.

While on the phone, Sister Zhao swayed her feet back and forth on my shoulders. Before me lay
the woman 's slender waist and long legs; her white straight-leg trousers were very form-fitting, and the bending of her legs made
the curves of her thighs and buttocks appear even more rounded and full, the lines of her underwear faintly visible. I felt my breathing
become heavy, and my lower body swelled even more.

Sister Zhao seemed to notice my unease; a smirk played on her lips, and she hooked one leg around the back of my head
, pulling it towards her crotch. Just as my head was about to reach the edge of the chair, she grabbed my hair, bringing my head close to her crotch,
mouthing "smell," before continuing her conversation with her son.

The slight warmth emanating from her thighs and mons pubis
released a faint scent of her sweat, urine, and other bodily fluids from the past few days, mixed with estrogen, entering my nostrils and stimulating my olfactory nerves.
My dopamine levels surged, and pre-ejaculate slowly overflowed from my body. I felt like I had found
my paradise.

This lewd atmosphere gradually made my eyes glaze over. Sister Zhao was pleased with my expression. She used her ample thighs
to clamp my face between her legs, pulling me closer to her so that my nose touched her genitals.

Sister Zhao's body heat transmitted her aroused desire to me, and my head became
the friction . I glanced at Sister Zhao out of the corner of my eye; her expression was normal, and her speech was natural. I couldn't help but admire
Sister Zhao's composure.

"You should rest early too, don't forget to brush your teeth, okay, goodnight," Sister Zhao ended the call.

"Get off me," Sister Zhao scolded playfully. "You've made me all wet down there," I said, feeling wronged, but unwilling to argue back.
"Master, let me serve you," I knelt on the ground, hugging Sister Zhao's legs.

"How will you serve me?" Sister Zhao asked with a smile.

"Use, use your mouth to serve me," I said, a little embarrassed, but Sister Zhao seemed to enjoy teasing me like this. "Oh? How do
you use your mouth to serve me?"

My face slowly turned red, but Sister Zhao tilted her head and stared at me, waiting for my answer. "It's using my tongue..."
I couldn't even hear my own voice anymore. "Use your tongue?" Sister Zhao widened her eyes, pretending not to understand.

"Lick your pussy." Although I knew I was perverted, it was still so embarrassing to say such lewd words
. Thinking about how Sister Zhao sometimes spoke such lewd and straightforward words so casually, I realized I was still
too naive .

"Hahaha, pussy, hahaha," Sister Zhao laughed so hard at my embarrassment, patting my face.
"I've trained you so many times, you're not a virgin, are you?"

"No, I wasn't a virgin in my second year of college," I retorted, blushing.

"Really?" Sister Zhao was a little disappointed. "I was thinking of taking you in today."

"Then take me in." Normal sex with Sister Zhao had always been something that only happened in my dreams, and I
regretted telling the truth.

"Dream on." Sister Zhao stepped on my face with one foot. "Slaves cooperate with their masters during sex? Even sex slaves
have to choose someone big."

The implication was clear: 1. Sister Zhao wouldn't have sex with me. 2. My size didn't meet Sister Zhao
's requirements. The cruel reality made me feel discouraged, but the pleasure of humiliation made me jump.

"However, considering that your tongue is still somewhat useful," Sister Zhao's eyes rolled, and she stood up.

"I'll give you a little treat." Sister Zhao walked to the sofa, picked up her handbag, took something out of it
, and came over.

"Here, these are the keys. You've been cooped up these past few days, haven't you?" Sister Zhao, bare-footed, looked at me kneeling before her.
I nodded. Sister Zhao tossed the keys onto the kitchen floor. "Dog slave, pick them up. Don't use your hands."

I got up, went to the kitchen, knelt down, and bit the keys, returning to Sister Zhao's side.

"Give them to me." Sister Zhao spread her hands. I quickly wiped the saliva off the keys and gently placed them in my mistress's
hand with my mouth.

*Slap!* A slap made my vision blur. "Who gave you permission to stand up? You think you're so great?"
Sister Zhao's tone suddenly turned cold. "Can dogs stand?"

"I'm sorry, mistress, I was wrong." I quickly knelt down. "You are my dog slave now. Didn't you hear me
?" Sister Zhao stomped heavily on the back of my neck. "Bark."

"Woof, woof woof." I tried to look subservient. "Very good, very perceptive, a smart dog." Sister Zhao's
tone softened a bit. Then she jerked her foot on me, and with a *clink*, the keys fell to the ground—this time at
the door.

"Go!" Sister Zhao released her foot from my crotch, and I crawled forward quickly on all fours. The floorboards were sore on my arms,
but thankfully the distance wasn't far.

I returned to my owner's feet with the key in my mouth, tilted my head back, and my owner seemed very satisfied with my performance.
She took out the key, ran it through my hair, then squatted down and untied the restraints on my lower body.

"Ah," I groaned comfortably.

"Hehe, comfortable, isn't it?" Sister Zhao stood up and sat on the dining table. "Come on, stand up."

I stood up, my lower body now limp from prolonged excitement.

Sister Zhao looked at my penis, smiled, then raised one foot and placed it near my mouth. "Suck it, this thing
works really well."

I opened my mouth, and as soon as I put my big toe in, my penis was already erect.

"Hehehe, young people are so good." Sister Zhao took her foot out of my mouth, and because I sucked so tightly,
I made a popping sound, which made Sister Zhao laugh.

"Come on, let me serve you once too." Sister Zhao looked at me with a smile, her two jade feet clamping my penis, and
began to move it back and forth.

"Ah," I closed my eyes comfortably, feeling a wet and hot sensation on my penis.

"Enjoy it." Sister Zhao supported herself on the table, giving me a footjob.

"Thank you, Master," I said, deeply moved. After all, foot fetishes are quite tiring for the legs.

"Don't talk. Tell me when you're about to cum," Sister Zhao said, her rhythm perfect, controlled and controlled.

I kept quiet, closing my eyes. Sister Zhao was staring at my face, but I dared not look back into her eyes. My
expression seemed to give Sister Zhao more of a sense of conquest, and her footwork quickened.

Because of the accumulation of the past few days and the stimulating images, I quickly felt a surge of heat flowing down my lower abdomen.
"Master, I'm about to cum,"

Sister Zhao responded, stopping and jumping off my penis. I opened my eyes in confusion.

"Sit down," Sister Zhao grabbed my hair, and with a slight pull, I sat down on the ground. My buttocks and testicles
felt a chill.

Sister Zhao turned her back to me, straddling my legs with her left foot, stepping on my penis and continuing
to rub it . Her full buttocks trembled in front of me, the intense visual impact making my
mind race. Semen rushed out of my body, as if my soul had been shot out as well.

"Phew, tonight's workout's done." Sister Zhao wiped the sweat from the back of her neck, took off her blazer,
revealing a white, tight-fitting t-shirt that accentuated her impressive bust.

"Master, why did we change positions?" I asked, puzzled, as I came to my senses.

"These are new Versace trousers," Sister Zhao rolled her eyes at me. "They're very expensive. Can you afford to pay for them if you get them dirty?"

I was both amused and exasperated. In Sister Zhao's eyes, I wasn't even worth a pair of trousers. Sometimes I really don't understand what women are thinking
.

"You've stocked up quite a bit," Sister Zhao said, looking at the semen all over the floor. "What a waste."

Those last three words sent a shiver down my spine, instantly sobering me up. "Master, I'll clean it up right away."

I grabbed several tissues from the table and frantically wiped it.

"Boring," Sister Zhao glanced at me sideways, but didn't stop me. Perhaps forcing me to consume her essence wouldn't
excite her that much.

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