Holy water

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As soon as I pushed open the door, I saw Zhuzhu.

Her outfit today was different from usual; she wore a thin sweater on top and a
tight , looking incredibly sexy and alluring.

This was the first time I'd seen her in a skirt.

Although it was already spring, the weather was still very cold. And I remembered her saying she didn't like wearing skirts. Since my first intimate encounter with

Zhuzhu

, I'd visited this hair salon twice more.

By the third time, she had learned how to better obtain pleasure from my tongue. That day,
I almost suffocated under her full, round buttocks.

In front of me, she had completely let go, shedding her last bit of shyness.

"You're here,"

Zhuzhu smiled knowingly at me, gracefully stood up, and walked upstairs.

Her long, white legs made me dizzy, and the full buttocks under the leather skirt made my blood rush.

As soon as I closed the door to the private room, Zhuzhu turned around and hugged me, coquettishly asking, "Why haven't you come for so long?"

I felt for the two pieces of paper in my pocket; they were still there.

Before I could speak, Zhuzhu whispered in my ear, "I wore a skirt today on purpose, it
'll be ."

My heart pounded.

Although I had already served her three times, hearing her words still made my penis instantly
erect.

"What's wrong? Don't you like giving me blowjobs? Come on, serve me, make me feel good."

She was already very good at using words to tease me.

I slowly knelt down, gently lifting her skirt, stroking her smooth, white legs
as I pulled down her panties.

She pulled one leg out of her panties and placed it on my shoulder. "Is this okay?"

It was a very seductive position, but I had never taught her.

"It's very sexy, I really like it, are you tired?" I asked.

She held onto the wall with one hand for balance. "Not tired, you can start." My tongue began to work on that familiar spot. Today, it was very clean there, with no extra smell

except for a faint fishy odor . She gently twisted her waist and swayed her hips, making moans like those of a female protagonist in a European or American porn film: "oh , yeah...oh, yeah..." A few minutes later, I quickened the pace of my tongue, licking, sucking, inserting, grinding... using every technique imaginable, finally enveloping , my tongue flicking back and forth in the center. Her moans grew louder, her other hand supporting the back of my head, pressing it inward forcefully, while her hips thrust forward, grinding against my mouth and nose. No matter what she did, my tongue never left her vulva. This was one of my signature moves. Suddenly, she lowered the leg that had been on my shoulder, clamping my head between her legs, squeezing tighter and tighter... With a soft moan, she reached her climax. Peeking from below, her long hair was disheveled, her face flushed, her eyes languid and alluring, indescribably captivating . "Your oral skills are getting better and better, I'm starting to feel like I can't live without you," she said with a soft laugh. I carried her to the massage bed to rest. I lit a cigarette, smoking as I pondered how to broach the subject. The first time I met Zhuzhu , seeing her beautiful face and alluring figure, I fantasized about being her toilet and drinking her holy water. Later, this desire grew stronger and stronger, even appearing in my dreams. But for a girl who knew nothing about femto, getting her to urinate in your mouth was quite difficult. So, after our second meeting, I began preparing my "holy water plan." The first step, of course, was to instill the theory of femto in her. I first let her know that there are many men in this world who deeply admire women, wanting to serve them and be their slaves—a special way of expressing love. These methods, though somewhat incomprehensible, all express men's love and adoration for women. Moreover, they cause no harm to women. She found it very curious and incomprehensible. But she seemed to understand a little: "Isn't giving a woman a blowjob one of those things? I really like it." Then I let her know that besides giving women a blowjob and bringing them pleasure, there are many other ways to express worship, such as foot licking, slapping, and holy water. I explained to her what holy water was. She exclaimed in surprise. Then I said I wanted to try it too, to be her toilet, saying it would give me excitement and stimulation. Her face immediately turned red, "No, how can you do that? It's dirty." This reaction was exactly what I expected, so I told her that urine is part , it's non-toxic, and drinking urine can cure many diseases. In fact, whether urine is toxic or has any therapeutic effect is still a controversial issue. She still didn't quite believe it: "Are there really people who like to drink urine? You're kidding me." I told her that too many people like to drink it, and quite a few people like to eat shii (a type of genital herbal medicine), and there are too many videos and articles about it . "What? You eat dbi too? Impossible, who would want to eat something that smells so bad?" I told her it was true, the technical term is "golden training," which is of course the most extreme form. "Then bring me some pictures next time. If it's true, I'll consider it, but I 'll pass on the shi." She was still skeptical. □□□ I stubbed out my cigarette, gently stroking her long hair in my arms, inhaling her unique feminine scent. After several encounters, I could sense that she had some affection for me, which gave me the courage to continue. I prepared to implement the second step of the Holy Water Plan. "I'll show you something, the one I told you about last time." I tried to sound nonchalant. She propped herself up with one hand: "What is it? Is it pictures of drinking urine? Let me see." I guessed she hadn't forgotten, but I didn't expect her to say it so directly. In my excitement, my hands trembled, and I finally took out the two pieces of paper from my pocket. The contents of these two pieces of paper were selected from the femdom materials I had collected. A piece of paper contained a self-narrative about how the Queen used slaves as private toilets. She read it while…

She even read aloud: "Being the queen's toilet paper and toilet is the honor of every male slave. When I
urinate often make him kneel between my thighs and look up at me. After he's finished, I require him to lick me clean and then gently
wipe me dry with paper..."

She read slowly, occasionally letting out a soft chuckle. I held my breath, listening to her read slowly,
my heart pounding faster and faster.

"Having a slave lick your anus is also an indescribable pleasure, just like licking a penis. If the slave's
technique is good enough, it can bring you the same pleasure..."

Her tone was strange, and I was even more puzzled as to why she could read it aloud. But this undoubtedly excited me even more.

Finally, she finished reading, looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and mockery: "You
men really strange, a bit, a bit..."

"Slut, aren't you?" I finished for her, "But I don't want to drink just any woman's urine. I
only want to drink yours because you are so beautiful and so attractive to me."

"Is that so?" She smiled and opened the second sheet of paper.

The paper was printed with more than ten pictures of the same size. Some showed women sitting on men's faces enjoying oral sex,
some showed women teasing men with their feet, and many more showed women urinating or defecating into men's mouths.

Although the light was dim, I could still see that her face was a little red. She looked at half of it and threw it at me: "That's
disgusting . How can you actually eat dap?"

I explained again that that was the most extreme behavior, and I would never ask someone to do that.

"I just want to be your urinal, is that okay? Drinking urine is fine, it's not disgusting." I tried to persuade her.

She hesitated for a moment and didn't speak.

"I'll add another 50 yuan tip, okay? Think about it, your urine is still urine even if it goes into the toilet,
and you can make money by urinating in my mouth, why not? Besides, it won't hurt you at all."

I waited for her answer; the plan had reached a critical moment.

"Okay then. I'll try." She seemed to have figured it out and said with a coquettish smile, "I happen to feel a little like
urinating , but I haven't drunk much water today, so I won't urinate too much."

"Ecstatic" would be the most apt description of my feelings at that moment.

“Teach me how to do it,”

I said, pointing to a picture on the paper. “This position.”

In the picture, a queen was squatting on the mouth of a male slave lying on his back, urinating into his mouth. The
urine seemed endless.

I lay back. “Come on,” I heard my own voice say.

She slowly pulled down her panties again, her legs on either side of my head, looking down at my face.
Then she slowly squatted down, positioning her genitals against my mouth.

I opened my mouth as wide as possible, my tongue lightly licking her urethra, waiting for the nectar to fall.

After a few minutes, she said shyly, “I can’t pee.”

“It’s okay, it’s like this the first time you pee into someone else’s mouth. Relax, you’ll feel the urge soon
. I don’t care how long you wait,” I comforted her.

Actually, it was my first time too, and I was both nervous and excited. How could I relax at all?

Then came the waiting. Although it was only a few minutes, it felt incredibly long.

I was still gently licking her genitals when suddenly, I heard her voice above me: "Stop licking, I feel like I need to pee,
licking will prevent me from peeing."

I immediately stopped licking. She moved her genitals slightly away from my mouth, and after about two minutes, she whispered:
"Get ready, I'm going to pee."

I opened my mouth wide, waiting.

My heart was pounding, my excitement had reached its peak, and after another half minute, "Ugh, I peed..."

With those words, a warm liquid "whooshed" into my mouth, followed by another.

The holy water tasted just like described in the articles—a little salty, a little astringent, a little bitter.
It was indeed a little uncomfortable when it first entered my mouth, especially swallowing the first sip, which required a bit of courage.

But the extreme excitement and stimulation were unparalleled. It was precisely this extreme excitement and stimulation
that transformed the bitter urine into a sweet nectar.

At first, she was probably afraid I wouldn't be able to handle it all at once, so she tried to go less at first. But
by , she couldn't control the muscles around her urethra anymore, and urine kept shooting into my mouth.

The private room was quiet; only the sounds of urine hitting my mouth and the gurgling of swallowing could be heard.

Although many years have passed, thinking back now, those lewd sounds still excite me and make me
masturbate .

Her urine wasn't much; the stream quickly turned into drops of sweet dew.

I hugged her thighs, opened my mouth wide, and took her entire vulva into my mouth, licking away the remaining urine with my tongue.

She looked down at me, her expression complex, like amusement, like pity, mixed with a hint of contempt.

I sighed contentedly, "It's so delicious, so stimulating."

She gently tapped my head, "Silly boy, what's so delicious about urine? What does it taste like?"

"A little bitter, a little salty, but it has your unique flavor. I like it, I want more."

A charming smile returned to her face: "There's none left this time. Call me before you come next time, and I'll
prepare more so you can drink your fill."

Girls who frequent the red-light district always speak with a particularly alluring tone.

Under my meticulous planning, the Holy Water Plan finally came to a perfect end.

After

wiping the urine stains off my face, I realized that my penis was already rock hard.

She obviously noticed this as well, and gently unbuttoned my pants, and my little penis immediately jumped into her delicate
jade hand .

I grabbed her hand. "Wait, I want to change positions. Can you turn around and sit on my face?"

"What kind of trick are you trying to pull now?"

"I want to lick your backside... your anus, to give you a special feeling... just like in those articles
, you'll feel great."

She said coquettishly, "You have so many tricks up your sleeve, I can't do anything with you."

She turned around, her full buttocks sitting on my face. I spread her buttocks, and her slightly brownish anus
was right in front of my nose.

I stuck out my tongue, first massaging around her glans, then started licking her anus.

After a few minutes, she started moaning, her buttocks pressing down harder, pressing her face tightly against mine.

Her anus smelled a little, but that only aroused my desire. I took her entire anus into my mouth, sucking
, and pushing my tongue as far in as possible.

She could feel my excitement too, rubbing my penis with her hand while rubbing
her buttocks against my face.

I felt a little suffocated, but I didn't want to give up this pleasure.

For a moment, the scenes and sensations of licking my penis, drinking my urine, and licking my glans rushed to my head. Under the intense psychological and
physiological stimulation, I let out a low growl, and my semen shot out like an arrow.

During the ejaculation, her anus continued to grind and squeeze against my tongue. This made my
ejaculation even more intense.

A stream of semen even shot straight onto her sleeve. She let out a soft cry, clearly she rarely saw
such a powerful ejaculation.

Even I rarely saw it myself.

The peak pleasure of that moment is still unforgettable. After

the

ejaculation came a brief calm.

"You're a weirdo, licking me, drinking my urine, do you really get pleasure from that?" she asked, taking the tip I gave her
.

"Yeah, didn't you see how powerfully I shot just now? And you, do you like me licking you?"

"Yes, it feels so good."

"And what about when I pee in your mouth? Do you like that too?"

"It's hard to say, a little embarrassing, but also a little proud."

"I want to be your toilet often, is that okay?"

She laughed: "Sure, but if I do this too often, I'm afraid I'll become a pervert, and what if I keep thinking about peeing in other people's
mouths ? You can't always be by my side."

Her words carried an indescribable provocative and lewd undertone, but unfortunately, I couldn't get hard anymore.

She stopped smiling and told me seriously: "Don't lick other people's private parts indiscriminately, and don't drink from them indiscriminately.
Some women's private parts are very dirty, and they have diseases. If you don't get tired of the old, come back to me next time."

I suddenly felt a pang of gratitude and gently touched her face. "Thank you, you're a good person."

She smiled again, a sweet and seductive smile: "You're a pervert."

"But also a good person," she replied.

Outside

the door, the sun was setting.

After each such experience, I feel relaxed, energetic, and full of
love .

Although femtoism is incomprehensible or even perverse to many, we
don't care and continue to enjoy our happiness.

Anything can exist in this world as long as it doesn't violate the law or conscience. (The End)

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