A real slut

Before the 5th, I watched a lot of AVs and read the advice from other guys. I roughly learned
how to fuck her, so I tidied up the house, changed the sheets to pink, switched the light bulbs to
dim lighting, and bought her a set of sexy lingerie. On the evening of the 5th, I anxiously
waited for her call. Around 6 pm, my phone rang. I quickly picked it up and saw
it was her: "Slut XXX" (XXX is her name on my phone). So I answered
the phone.

She asked me, "What are you doing?"

I said, "Waiting for your call. Are you coming over?"

She asked, "Have you missed me these past few days?"

I said, "Yes."

She smiled and then asked, "How have you missed me?"

I jokingly said to her, "I miss your pussy, I want to fuck you. When are you coming over so I can fuck you?"

She said, "Come to my house today, I'm waiting for you to fuck me."

I asked, "How do I get to your house?"

She told me where she lived and told me to hurry up. After hearing that, I quickly got dressed, grabbed my sexy
lingerie, and ran downstairs. I quickly hailed a taxi, told the driver the address, and told him to hurry up. About
20 minutes later, the driver said he had arrived, and I quickly paid the fare. Afterward, I found her house, but there was a security guard at the gate, and I
didn't have her building's access card, so I had to call her and ask her to come downstairs to meet me. A little while later, she arrived at the
gate, waved to me, and greeted me. She used her access card to let me in and told the guard that one of my
students was here, and that he could just open the gate whenever he came. Then she took my hand and led me to her
house.

Once there, I observed her place. It wasn't very big, but it was cozy; my house, though large,
felt lifeless and stagnant. Her house had a small living room with a sofa, a coffee table, and a
TV; the kitchen was clean and tidy; the bedroom was small, containing only a double bed,
a wardrobe, and a bedside table. The lighting was dim and warm, suggesting she wasn't someone who enjoyed life.
When I arrived at her house, I sat awkwardly on the sofa. She looked at me and said, "Don't be so reserved, just
make yourself at home." I asked her, "Didn't you say you were coming to my house today? Why did you suddenly change your mind and ask me to come to yours
?" She said, "At your house, I can listen to you, but at my house, I hope you listen to me, okay?" I
quickly agreed, "Sure, sure. Is there anything I can do for you, sister?" She said, "Last
time you basically didn't know anything, and I wasn't comfortable doing anything, but at your house, I could only cooperate with you. Now I need
you to cooperate with me. I'll tell you what to do, and you just do as I say, okay?" Because my friend advised me to be
nice to her, I promised to cooperate. After she saw that I agreed to cooperate, she turned on the TV and asked me to
watch TV with her (⊙﹏⊙b sweat, just watching TV). I sat next to her and watched
TV I didn't watch anything. After waiting for a while, I realized that she didn't ask me to do anything, so I tried to put my hand
under her skirt. She slapped my hand and told me I could only touch her when she wanted me to.
Then held my hand and started watching TV with great interest. I was so annoyed; my penis was already hard
, and she wanted me to watch that boring show with her. Finally, around eight o'clock, I pointed to my penis
and said, "Sister, I want to fuck you. Look, my penis is already hard." She then said, "Wait for me a moment,
don't go anywhere."

I promised not to leave the sofa. She went back to the bedroom, and about ten minutes later, she came out. When I saw her, I
almost had a nosebleed. Although I had seen her naked and in sexy lingerie before, this
was just too much. What was she wearing? A seven-piece outfit: all leopard print, a pair of gloves; a leopard
print sheer corset that exposed her breasts—her breasts were beautiful, with bells hanging from her nipples that
jingled with every step; a pair of stockings; a corset with straps connected to the stockings; a leopard print choker; and a pair of
high heels . She wasn't wearing underwear. She walked up to me like this, and I immediately hugged her, but she told me to
let go, then told me to wait until I finished watching TV before hugging her again. I could only look at her disappointedly. She pulled me to sit down
and continued watching TV. I was already driven crazy by her, but she just kept staring at the TV, engrossed in her drama.
I could only stare intently at her body; I thought that if my eyes could fuck her, I would have fucked her a thousand times over
. After watching for another twenty minutes, she told me to take off my clothes and put on a pair of men's sexy underwear. I
thought she'd let me touch her, so I stripped naked in less than a minute. But instead, she told me to sit
next to and keep her company while we watched TV (I was furious). I was absolutely livid. After the TV series ended
, she seemed to realize I was at my limit and asked, "Do you know how to flirt?" I said, "I've watched some porn." She
said, "Last time you were like a wild boar, just ramming around without asking me anything, just enjoying yourself.
This time you should serve me." I said, "As you wish, teacher." Then I started to
flirt with her on the sofa, clumsily mimicking porn. I immediately started sucking her vagina, and
she got upset, telling me not to be so aggressive, to start slowly, and to begin with her feet. I listened, knelt in
front of her, and kissed the back of her feet while holding her ankles. She ignored me and continued watching TV. Then I
slowly kissed down her ankles to her thighs, taking half an hour for just those few steps. It wasn't until I started kissing the inside of her
thighs she reacted, telling me to massage her breasts. I sat on the sofa and asked her to sit on my lap
, leaning against me. I slowly stroked her breasts with my hands, gently stroking her nipples. She
leaned against me, savoring the sensation. When she relaxed her guard, I suddenly pinched
her nipple hard with my fingers. She cried out and turned to look at me with a resentful expression. I then casually started
gently pinching her breasts again. Seeing that I couldn't say anything, she turned her head away. But whenever she turned her back to me, I
would suddenly pinch her nipple hard again, repeating this seven or eight times. She
couldn't take it G-spot is?" I
said, "I've seen it online, and I've watched AVs, but I don't know where yours is." She said, "Lick it for me first."
Then she spread her legs and hugged them with her hands. I gently licked them with my tongue, and as I licked, she told me...
I licked open her labia, working hard to spread them completely, revealing her
red vagina. She pointed to a small protrusion and said, "This is it," telling me to gently rub it, not
too hard. I had already learned a lot, so I put in a lot of effort, slowly rubbing and rubbing,
occasionally scratching it with my fingernails. While I was forcing her earlier, she didn't seem to feel anything, but
when I started rubbing that small protrusion, she started moaning softly. Seeing that she seemed to be getting aroused, I
suddenly remembered I had bought her a calligraphy brush, so I quickly rushed out and grabbed it. I told her not to
move, then I wet the brush with the fluid from her vagina and started brushing her small protrusion and urethra. She
said it itched and told me to stop, then tried to struggle. I quickly pressed her legs down with my knees, preventing her from moving
. Then I brushed her little by little with the brush, and she struggled desperately, but couldn't move. Seeing
her resisting, I used the tip of a calligraphy brush to probe directly into her urethra. She screamed and struggled desperately. I
used all my strength to hold her down while repeatedly probing in and out of her urethra with the brush tip; she
almost screamed for me to stop. I didn't listen and just kept tormenting her; suddenly, a stream of fluid
gushed out, followed by continuous screaming. Seeing that she had lost control of her bladder, I let her go. She immediately climbed off the bed and squatted
down in the room, panting heavily, urinating while scratching her vagina with her hand. I went outside to get a mop.
She had finished urinating and was lying on the bed panting, still scratching her vulva.
I wiped away her urine with the mop, and she asked me who taught me to do this. I said I read it in a novel. She immediately got up
, turned her buttocks towards me, and told me to fuck her from behind, that she liked this position; she also urged me to hurry, saying
it itched. I immediately mounted her, thrusting in and out while rubbing her breasts with my hands. She also rubbed her vagina with her hands.
She climaxed quickly, panting heavily. This time it was much faster than last time; it seems my friend was right about finding
the right position for her. She seemed more satisfied this time. After that, I kept
fucking her in that position. Until she couldn't get up that night, I grabbed her waist and forced her vagina to face my
penis , and we fucked all night.

The next two days were the same. The only exciting moment was Saturday night when she asked me to drink her urine.
Because I followed my friend's advice and did everything she said, I had her squat on my head, and I drank her urine with my mouth
. She was very happy to see me drink it and promised I could come anytime I wanted. Apparently,
the men she slept with before didn't drink it, so she hadn't contacted them again. Since I drank it, she probably thought I was sincere
. (Haha, fools are lucky.) That night, I used a calligraphy brush to probe her urethra again, and she was still exhausted from my ministrations.
Later, I used a toothpick, and she almost screamed herself hoarse, losing control of her bladder more than once. Then I fucked her all night.

On Sunday, I didn't bother her anymore, only asking her to give me oral sex. She knelt in front of me and gave me oral sex, then
drank my semen. She said it was a return gift for Saturday.

When I got home on Sunday night, I still felt unsatisfied, so I called her and asked if I could stay at her house after the New Year
. She said yes, so I asked if I could have a threesome with my classmates. She immediately got angry and told
me that although she could have sex with people, she wasn't a virtuous woman, but she wasn't that kind of woman either. I immediately told her
I was just joking, and I wouldn't do that. Afterwards, we agreed that after my parents left after the New Year, I would go to her house to ask her out when I was
bored .

[The End]

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