Sex Slave Service Company Side Story - Fanglan's Diary Author: Dang Shen

Sex Slave Service Company Side Story - Fanglan's Diary Author: Dang Shen

2009/07/06 First published on sis

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Dear readers, I am the author Dang Shen. Thank you very much for your support of my humble work, "Sex Slave Service Company."
I have carefully read all your comments and have truly benefited from them.

Both criticisms and suggestions have deeply moved me. Therefore, in order to present you with a better work,
I have decided to incorporate all your feedback and begin preparing a plot outline of no more than 300,000 words for this book
, and then write according to the outline.

This way, the plot will be more intricate and bizarre, there will be fewer contradictions in the story, and
the coherence of the writing will be better. I will persist in writing it as a long novel, and I hope you will continue to support me.

So, in order not to let you forget about me, the author, these two days, I have decided to release a side story first, namely
Ji Fanglan's Diary. I hope you will like it.
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If it were a rope, I could bite it open, but if it were a belt, I'd have to
wait for rescue. Either way, my first priority was to wipe the semen off my face; otherwise,
I couldn't see anything, and everything else would be pointless.

Thinking this, I turned my face away, shrugged, and rubbed my face against the semen. But to my surprise, there was
even more semen on my shoulders than on my face, and I couldn't wipe it off completely. Luckily,
I managed to rub off the solidified semen that was covering my eyes, and I could finally open them.

I blinked and found myself in an elegantly decorated hotel, bound hand-to-hand to a Simmons bed in the center of the room. There were no men around me; it seemed they had left after
their wanton abuse . 　　I looked down and saw my body, ravaged by them all night. The police uniform I'd come in was torn to shreds, scattered across my body. My 　　once snow-white, full breasts were now covered in red scratches and bruises from being squeezed. 　　Two clothespins were clipped to my bright red nipples. From my breasts to my genitals, there were traces of congealed yellowish-white fluid everywhere; clearly, they'd ejaculated more than just semen on me. 　　Although I couldn't see my vagina and anus, the loose feeling told me that the men from last night hadn't spared these two most tender organs. They must have derived extreme pleasure from their unrestrained conquest of these two places, and based on experience, I knew that if they'd only used their penises, these two places wouldn't be so loose. 　　They must have used a vaginal speculum! 　　I shook my head, trying to clear my head. Now wasn't about dwelling on last night, but about how to get out of here. 　　I turned to look at my wrists, tied to the edge of the bed. Great, they were tied with rope, which meant I could bite them open. 　　So I lifted my upper body and opened my mouth to bite the rope binding my wrists. After some effort, I finally managed to bite it off. The rope wasn't thick, but it still left a red mark on my pale wrist, probably from being tied for too long. My wrists felt a little numb. 　　I shook my hands to get the blood flowing again, then straightened up and untied the ropes on my right hand and feet . I massaged my ankles and noticed they were covered in dried semen. Had those men used my feet to caress their penises last night? That didn't seem to be part of 　　my service. 　　But then I thought about it and felt relieved. I had already passed out last night while being violently penetrated by the third man. Could I possibly tell them in my sleep that I wanted to do things according to the plan? 　　I smiled, sat up naked, and suddenly felt a swelling in my vagina, as if something was inserted. So I crossed my legs, gently pulled my vaginal opening, and probed inside. Sure 　　enough, after a short while, my fingers touched something that looked like paper. I gently used my fingers to pull it out of my vagina. 　　Soon, along with semen and urine, a wet wad of paper was pulled out of my vagina. It turned out to be a stack of banknotes, wrapped with a small note. 　　I unfolded the banknotes, which were soaked with the men's semen inside my vagina, and placed them on the bedside table to dry. Then I opened the note. 　　It was a message from the male guests from the previous night: " 　　Dear Ms. Ji Fanglan: 　　Hello, by the time you see this letter, we will have already left. We originally wanted to tell you in person, but you were already unconscious from our actions, so I thought of this method—leaving a message inside your vagina." 　　Hehe, what we want to tell you is that while you were unconscious, we did a lot of things to your body that weren't part of our services. But it's not our fault; it's just that your body was so captivating that we couldn't bear to miss a single spot.

As you've probably noticed, from your long, black hair to your lovely, white toes, we've
sprayed you with semen or urine. Your body is the best gift any man could ask for. So, we've left
a little extra money inside your vagina—consider it an extra service fee. We'll definitely come back for more.

Sincerely,

The entire Binhai Municipal Government Basketball Team

After reading this letter, I was incredibly excited, even forgetting the pain from my injuries.

Great! I've gained another long-term client. Thinking about this, I happily kissed the letter a few
times, only to remember afterward that the paper had just been pulled from my vagina and was covered in semen and urine
—very dirty. But then I thought better of it.

What does a little dirt matter when you have another client?

When I finished showering and came out of the hotel, it was pouring rain. I thought I could
get to the company before the rain started, but I was still too late. It was all because I took too long to shower
.

But it wasn't entirely my fault; I'm not the kind of woman who takes forever to shower. It was just that
the men who abused me last night ejaculated all over me, everywhere—just as they said—it soaked
every inch of my body. I had to clean myself thoroughly because clients might need
to hire me later.

To greet the world's dirtiest clients with a clean, white body—that's the shared work motto of our company's sex workers
. So I couldn't disobey.

The rain poured down relentlessly, showing no sign of stopping.

Looking at the weather, I felt extremely conflicted. It wasn't that I was afraid of the rain getting me wet, because
sex workers are all very healthy; even if they were stripped naked by male customers and thrown into cold water for half a day, they
wouldn't be seriously hurt. What

I was worried about was the expensive, low-cut evening gown I was wearing. The
police uniform I came in with had been torn to shreds by the men who had brutally assaulted me last night, so I had to borrow
this high-end dress from the hotel.

This dress was worth over 20,000 yuan; I only borrowed it temporarily to cover myself. I had to return it after changing at the company
, and if it got dirty from the rain, I'd have to pay for it.

Just as I was in a dilemma, a dilapidated red Santana emerged from the rain and stopped beside me.
A thin, wiry man leaned out and said excitedly,

"Miss Ji, it's you! What are you doing here?"

I recognized the man and the car. His name was Hu Side, a new client of mine. Three days ago,
in this very old Santana, he had forced me onto the back seat and sexually assaulted me all night.

I was menstruating at the time, and my vagina was uncomfortable, so I suggested he penetrate my anus. Unexpectedly, he
became even more excited and insisted on penile penetration. So, I had no choice but to lie on the back seat and let him do as he pleased
. I remember that after he ejaculated, his penis was covered in my menstrual blood, and he even put it in my mouth, making me
lick it clean. Even now, I can still taste the blood in my mouth. I never expected to run into him here; it's
truly a case of heaven finding a way out.

So I smiled sweetly, leaned down, and gently said to him,

"Mr. Hu, hello, what a coincidence! I just finished work, and it started raining as soon as I left the hotel
. I was worried about how to get back to the company. If it's convenient for you, could you give me a ride?"

After I asked, I noticed he didn't answer me immediately. So I looked down and saw that he was staring intently
at my breasts exposed by my dress, and he even seemed to swallow hard.

Seeing his expression, I knew what he was thinking. So I smiled sweetly and
said to him, my breath sweet as orchids,

"Mr. Hu, didn't you examine my breasts closely the other night? Why are you still so
curious? Don't you recognize them when I'm dressed?"

Hu Side, startled, realized his lapse in composure and quickly laughed, turning to open
the opposite car door. He then said to me,

"Haha, Miss Ji, you jest. Anyone who embraces your captivating body will never forget it
. Come on, get in the car. I'll take you to the ends of the earth."

I smiled slightly, quickly ran to the opposite side, and got into the car. He turned and started the engine.

Just over ten minutes later, the car arrived at the Rainbow Building. Normally, this journey would take
more than an hour, but this was all thanks to Mr. Hu, who had paid to take the highway.

So, as I got out of the car, I gave him a grateful kiss and said,

"Thank you, Mr. Hu. Thanks to you, I wasn't late."

Hu Side laughed heartily and said cheerfully,

"It's nothing. If I have the chance to kiss Miss Ji again next time, I'd gladly give up everything
."

I smiled slightly and said,

"Yes, there will definitely be that chance. As long as Mr. Hu works hard and earns money, Fanglan will always
be willing to give her body to you, to be violated at your will. But before that, Mr. Hu, you'd better work hard."

After hearing my encouraging words, he immediately became full of fighting spirit, stepped on the gas, and sped off
, rushing to make money.

Watching his departing figure, I couldn't help but cover my mouth and laugh. I had long heard people say that even the most mature
man has a childlike side, and now it seems that this is true. His eagerness just now was
quite childlike.

After he walked away, I turned and headed towards the Rainbow Building, because our company was located on the 46th floor there—
a fact most people wouldn't know.

I reached the elevator and noticed that the elevator operator on duty that day was Ye Yun.

At that moment, she was sitting on a chair next to the elevator, her face flushed, her hands clasped between her legs, constantly
rubbing her crotch through her skirt—looking like a kitten in heat.

Seeing her like this, I quickly went over and helped her up. Leaning against her limp body, I asked,

"Xiaoyun, what's wrong? How can you masturbate like this? If someone sees you, it will expose our
company."

Ye Yun, forcing herself to stay awake, said,

"Sister Fanglan, it's not my fault. This morning, Manager Shen told me that a group of new employees from headquarters
were coming to our Binhai branch for observation and training. So, she said my workload today might double, and I should
be prepared to be gang-raped multiple times.

Because of this, before work, I applied some topical aphrodisiac to my vagina
to keep it moist. Who would have thought that Manager Shen would just tell me that those new employees had something come up and wouldn't be coming
? Sister Fanglan, I feel so hot all over, it's so uncomfortable! Please help me!"

I completely understand how she feels, because I've also experienced that time when I'd just taken aphrodisiacs and was getting ready to work,
only to have a client suddenly call to cancel the deal.

That burning desire is unbearable; it feels like countless ants are crawling all over my body, and my genitals are
unbearably itchy. I really wanted to tear my vagina apart with a stick,

but in the end, some male employees in our company helped me by using their penises to relieve the itch.
Now it seems Ye Yun will have to use the same method.

So I pressed her down into a chair and said,

"Xiao Yun, sit here and don't move. I'll go upstairs and get some male employees to help."

With that, I turned and quickly entered the elevator, opened the keypad for the 46th floor, and pressed a few numbers.

Just as the elevator doors closed, I heard Ye Yun reach out to me in pain, crying out,

"Fanglan, you have to call a few more men! My vagina is so itchy, it's so uncomfortable!!"

When we reached the 46th floor, I quickly went to the HR department to see Shen Aofang and told her about Ye Yun. She
suddenly snapped out of her daze, repeatedly saying she'd been so busy she'd forgotten about it. She picked up the phone and sent
a few male employees down to help Ye Yun relieve the itch. Then she sighed and said to me,

"Fanglan, thank goodness you came up to remind me, otherwise Ye Yun would have been itching to death and wouldn't have asked me for help
. She's too honest."

I smiled and shook my head, then went over to report to her about my work last night.

As I approached her, I suddenly smelled a strong odor of urine on her. Upon closer inspection
, I noticed solidified urine stains on her suit and hair. I asked curiously,

"Manager Shen, what's this on you... Do you have any clients today?"

Shen Aofang gave a cold laugh and said,

"What clients? This is all the work of that rookie Shan Yuhuan introduced. I wanted to test his
courage, so I let him rape me. I didn't expect this kid to be so bold. Not only did he rape me, but
he even dared to urinate in my mouth! Damn it, does he think I'm some kind of sex worker he hired?"

Hearing this, I suddenly thought of the bespectacled boy who saved me in the woods a while ago. I couldn't believe he actually
came to our company. I still owe him a favor.

So I smiled excitedly and said to Shen Aofang,

"I know him, his name is Zhang Shiyi. I know him very well. I'll go see him now."

I turned to leave,

but Shen Aofang coldly said to me,

"You don't need to go. He's already gone. I sent him out for further training."

I was stunned for a moment, then turned and asked,

"Further training? Where did he go for further training?"

Shen Aofang sneered again and said,

"Heh heh, the Third Special Women's Prison."

I was immediately horrified and turned to her anxiously,

"The Third Special Prison? Isn't that a prison specifically for women convicted of lewdness? The women there are
n't human, they're beasts. Sending him there, aren't you going to drain him dry? That's too cruel!"

For some reason, the thought of him possibly suffering at the hands of those crazy women made my heart ache.

Upon hearing my words, Shen Aofang sneered and said resentfully,

"Hmph, serves him right for daring to piss on me without my permission. He wants to
abuse women, doesn't he? I'll send him to prison to have his fill. Hehe, I reckon once he gets there, he won't be able to resist abusing those
women; they'll come looking for him. Hehe, just thinking about his skinny frame makes me happy
."

Hearing this, my heart sank, and I didn't know what to say.

Shen Aofang found my reaction strange, and after looking at me thoughtfully for a moment, she
said coldly,

"Fanglan, you haven't fallen for this brat, have you?"

Hearing this, I quickly denied it,

"No! Manager, no, I'm not. I'm just familiar with him, that's why I care about him. Don't misunderstand."

For some reason, even I felt unsure of myself when I said that.

Shen Aofang glanced at me thoughtfully again, then said,

"That's good. You should know our company's rules: sex workers can only have sexual partners, not lovers
, because that will affect your enthusiasm for work. You can sleep with this guy, but you can't have a romantic relationship with him
, understand?"

I nodded helplessly.

Seeing that I understood, she sighed and said,

"Alright, don't worry. I'm just sending him to that slut prison for a day of observation. He's in good health; he should
be able to handle it. He won't die from excessive sexual activity. You can go back to work."

Hearing this, although I was still a little worried, I nodded and turned to leave the office
.

Sigh, is this guy really okay?

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Today I will be making final adjustments and revisions to the details, and I expect to update and reply tomorrow. I hope you
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(Continued)

Leaving Shen Aofang's office, I walked towards the marketing department with a troubled mind.

Because when clients want to hire sex workers, they usually call the marketing department first, and then
they notify us to come and provide the service.

When I arrived at the marketing department, I found Shen Qing, the client data administrator, and asked her if she had booked any services for me today.
She flipped through the files, then looked up and said,

"Hmm, Sister Fanglan, it seems not. All your regular customers have already sought your services this week.
Wow, you're really amazing. The customer satisfaction feedback is 100%. Sister Fanglan, it looks like
you're the top performer again this month. Do you have some secret? If so, tell me so I can
earn more money too."

I smiled slightly and said modestly,

"It's nothing. Just remember to serve our customers wholeheartedly, let them vent their desires on us
. That way, their satisfaction will naturally be 100%. As long as you maintain this mindset,
the number of customers will naturally increase."

Shen Qing pouted and said,

"Tch, Sister Fanglan is so stingy, she doesn't even tell me the truth."

Hearing her say that, I could only shake my head with a wry smile, because each of us sex workers
has our own characteristics and our own secrets to captivating our customers. These things cannot be explained in words.

For example, Shan Yuhuan's nobility, Shen Aofang's aloofness, Ye Yun's passion, and my gentleness—these are all ineffable
professional skills. Using these skills, we can firmly lock in a segment of clients, making them
infatuated with us.

Therefore, a qualified sex worker, besides needing a beautiful appearance, skillful sexual techniques, and
the willingness to be humiliated by clients, most importantly, must have their own unique sexual style; otherwise, it's difficult to succeed.

New sex workers like Shen Qing have little experience and haven't yet developed their own sexual
style, so repeat customers are rare, which is understandable.

Seeing my troubled expression, Shen Qing sighed and said,

"Alright, Sister Fanglan, I know you all have your own secrets, which I can't learn, but I swear
, I will definitely develop my own style. Then I'll be the company's top sex worker, hmph!"

I smiled at her, then suddenly had an idea, so I said to her,

"Xiao Qing, since no customers have booked me today, can I ask for half a day off? I have something to do."

Shen Qing was stunned for a moment, then flipped through her work log, and looked up at me, saying,

"Well, the company didn't arrange any special activities today, but someone from the publicity department just came and said they need to refresh
the promotional photos on our company website. They want all of us sex workers to go to the photo studio to take a few new sets of sex
photos. I've already been there. You go take your photos first, and then you can go do your business. I'll
talk to Manager Shen."

Hearing this, I happily kissed Shen Qing and said:

"Okay, thank you, Qing-mei, I'll go right now."

With that, I hurried to the changing room, changed into my police uniform, and headed towards the photo studio. To be honest, I didn't have anything particularly important to do; I was just very worried about Zhang Shiyi,

who had been sent to that brothel for further training. I was afraid he wouldn't be able to withstand the harassment of those sluts, so I wanted to go see him . As for why I cared so much about him, I didn't know myself. 　　The photo studio was at the very back of the company, belonging to the publicity department. It was specifically for taking promotional photos of us sex workers . My old photo of me wearing a police uniform and urinating in front of the camera was taken here. 　　When I entered the studio, I found Ye Yun taking her picture. She was wearing a tight cheerleader outfit, sitting on a phallus machine, holding onto the straps of her uniform, smiling seductively at the camera. When she saw me, she winked playfully at me. 　　"Okay—Xiaoyun, pull your skirt up a little higher, expose your vagina, let the audience see how that dildo is penetrating you, that way they… Yes! Yes! That's it, breasts, I want to see your breasts, pull your shoulder straps down a little lower, expose your breasts completely, that's right—Xiaoyun is so smart." 　　The speaker was our photographer, surnamed Zhao, whom we all called "Cecaso." He was a genius of erotic photography; he could always evoke the deepest desires in men through his photos, and our bodies were the tools he used to showcase his talent. 　　As soon as he saw me come in, he waved me over and said, 　　"Fanglan, you're here, great! I was just thinking of taking a set of lesbian photos, quick! Quick! Quick! Go and pose with Xiaoyun for me." 　　I smiled wryly. That's how he was; he always impulsively made us sex workers do unexpected things. But we dared not disobey him, because he represented our business; offending him was equivalent to offending our clients. 　　So I smiled slightly and walked towards Ye Yun. When Ye Yun saw me, she pulled herself off the vibrator, lay flat on the ground, spread her snow-white legs for the camera, rubbing her pink labia while wantonly licking her tongue, waiting for me to come over and cooperate. 　　I walked up to her, straddling her body with my long legs, then braced myself on the ground with my arms, thrusting my body back, revealing my full, firm buttocks in my police trousers. 　　"Aww! -- That's it! -- I'm aroused!!" 　　He then abruptly pulled down his work pants, masturbating while snapping several photos of us. 　　I knew this was his habit; whenever he found inspiration, he would masturbate while taking sex photos of us until he ejaculated, at which point his work was finished, and the photos he took like this...

These are the most tempting photos. They can bring us a lot of money.

So Ye Yun and I were happy to see him like this, and we entangled ourselves in a few more sexy poses
, while he was stimulated to masturbate his penis and press the shutter button even faster.

After a while, he suddenly stopped and shouted to me:

"Okay, that's enough normal photos, let's take a few more hardcore ones, Fang Lan! You put your legs on Xiao Yun
's head and pee on her face."

I smiled and stood up from Xiao Yun, and then reached for my police uniform belt.

But at this moment, he stopped me:

"Fang Lan! Don't unzip your pants, just pee on her face. It's certainly exciting to see her face covered in urine,
but it's also very charming to see a beauty like you peeing in your pants. That's it. Quickly."

I shook my head and smiled bitterly. These were my newly changed police pants, and it seemed that I would
have to change them again in less than ten minutes, but I still had to carry out his orders.

So, wearing only my police trousers, I straddled Ye Yun's head with my long legs,
aiming my urethra at her beautiful face through my pants.

She smiled slightly, tilting her head back to receive my holy water.

Seeing she was ready, I released my urethra, and immediately felt a warm stream pour
onto my crotch. Looking down, I saw a large patch of my trousers was instantly soaked with urine, the blue fabric turned
a deep black. The urine dripped through my trousers and onto Ye Yun's pretty face, where she stuck out
her tongue, savoring it with ecstasy.

"Ah—my God! Absolutely gorgeous—!"

she exclaimed excitedly, seeing my wet trousers, then pressed the shutter a few more times, stroking her
penis even faster.

Seeing his excitement, I felt a sense of accomplishment. To further provoke him, I reached into my
wet crotch, scooped out some urine from my urethra with my fingers, put it in my mouth, and
stared at him with a smirk.

"Damn it! I can't take it anymore!"

After saying this, he abruptly put down the camera, rushed towards me, shoved me to the
ground, spread my legs, hoisted me onto his shoulder, and forcefully thrust his penis between my legs, rubbing it desperately against my labia through my wet pants
. Then he began to unbuckle my belt.

When I saw this, I quickly grabbed his hand and said,

"Master Zhao! What are you doing! Are you still working?"

He was already burning with lust, pressing himself against me and desperately kissing my neck while pleading,

"Fanglan! Good girl, I know you're the most docile one in the whole company. Unzip your pants and
let me have my way with you just once, just once. I really can't hold back anymore, okay? I'll take pictures of you guys after we're done."

I smiled wryly, knowing that I had really tempted him this time. It seemed he was determined to have sex with me now
. To be honest, it wasn't that I didn't want to mate with him, but I had other concerns. So I
pushed his body away and pleaded,

"Master Zhao, it's not that I don't want to accept you, but please, could you take the picture first before you do it to me? Otherwise, once you
ejaculate, you'll lose your inspiration. Take the picture, take the picture, okay? After the picture , you can do whatever you want to me,
even pee in my vagina, okay?"

But he didn't listen to me at all. Seeing that I wasn't cooperating, he gave up on unbuckling my belt
, grabbed the fabric at my crotch, and tore it open with a ripping sound. My pink vagina was immediately exposed
to him. Then he grasped his penis, rubbed it against my labia a couple of times, and then
thrust his penis into my vagina.

"Ah—that feels so good! Your vagina is so tight, it's making my penis tingle."

With that shout, I immediately felt a hot, hard penis penetrate my vagina.

I sighed, knowing it was over.

This hot, piercing sensation from my genitals was all too familiar to us sex workers.

We were subjected to this feeling several times a day, and once we felt it, we
knew it was irreversible; even more intense penetration was coming. Our vaginal muscles would be turned inside
out, our vaginas would secrete lubrication from the friction, and our bodies would spasm like we were being electrocuted—all
until a gush of hot liquid sprayed into our vaginas.

Sure enough, Mr. Zhao's attack on my genitals officially began. He spread my thighs and thrust his penis back
and forth violently inside my vagina.

His penis seemed electrified; each thrust into my vagina left a jolt of electricity,
numbing a patch of my vaginal flesh. I would then secrete a little fluid that stuck to his penis. And
his penis grew larger and larger, to the point that I could even feel the shape of his glans through the vaginal walls.

"Haha—girl! I can feel your vagina trembling, is it good that your brother is fucking you?"

I heard these kinds of insulting, vulgar remarks almost every time I entertained clients; it seemed to be
a common interest among men. I had to answer, because it was my job.

So, enduring the waves of pleasure from the thrusting, I blushed and said to him,

"Yes, that's right, Master Zhao, I do feel very good. My vagina is numb, but if you could
go faster, it would be even better."

I was provoking him, trying to get him to finish quickly. And he fell for it.

"Haha, okay, I'll show you what a real man is like. Xiaoyun, go to the back and
lick my anus, that'll excite me even more."

Ye Yun smiled slightly upon hearing this, then turned around and ran behind him, hugging his buttocks.

"Oh—so good!"

With that shout, I immediately felt the penis inside my vagina double in size. I didn't know
what Ye Yun had done to him, but his thrusting became more intense.

After a while, I felt his penis tremble; I knew he was about to ejaculate. At that moment, he suddenly
pulled his penis out, then grabbed my hair and shoved it into my mouth, thrusting in and out repeatedly.

I smelled a sweet liquid on his penis; I knew it wasn't semen, but my vaginal fluid.
His semen immediately gushed out as I felt his penis trembling violently.

"Ah—brother's going to cum—"

With his shout, I suddenly felt a gush of hot liquid spray into my throat. This feeling
was very familiar to me; I drank this slightly fishy-smelling liquid every day, so I
knew how to deal with it.

I tilted my head back slightly to prevent the semen from spraying into my throat and causing vomiting,
then stuck my tongue out between the urethral opening and my throat. I knew that when a man ejaculates, it's not just
one spurt, but several pulsating streams.

Using my tongue effectively prevented the subsequent impact of semen on my throat, both to prevent nausea and
so that when he pulled his penis out of my mouth, I could roll up the semen and let him see it clearly.

Master Zhao, panting, pulled his penis out of my mouth and collapsed to the ground.

I opened my mouth, showing him the semen on my tongue. He smiled slightly, gave me
a thumbs-up, indicating his admiration for my skill.

I squinted, swallowed the semen, and smiled,

"Gulp, Master Zhao, you've had your fun with my body, and I've swallowed your semen. Shouldn't we get down to
business?"

He slapped his head, stood up, pushed Ye Yun aside, picked up the camera, and said,

"Start, start! Fanglan, lie down over there, spread your legs, and face the camera with your vagina. I
'll take some super pretty pictures of you."

Hearing this, I looked down and noticed my clothes were wrinkled from his earlier rough handling,
and my vagina was a mess of vaginal fluid and urine. So I asked him,

"Master Zhao, should I change my clothes before we take the pictures?"

He shook his head vigorously, saying:

"No, you're most alluring right now, after you've been violated. It's called 'ruined beauty,' you know?
Quick, do as I say."

To be honest, I've never understood men's sexual psychology. Aren't clean girls good enough?
Why do they have to get women covered in semen or urine to arouse their sexual desire?
Is this what they call the difference between the sexes?

But I still obeyed. I followed Master Zhao's instructions and struck several seductive poses while soaking wet
. He was very satisfied with all of them. Finally, he asked me to stand with my hands on my hips while urinating.

I was a little embarrassed when I heard this, so I said to him,

"Master Zhao, I can stand, but I can't pee because I just peed on Xiaoyun's face
."

Master Zhao thought that made sense, so he stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then clapped his hands and came up with an idea.
He walked over to me, holding his penis, and said,

"Fanglan, how about this, let's do a role-playing game."

I was stunned and asked,

"What is role-playing?"

Master Zhao chuckled and said,

"It's simple. I'll insert my penis into your vagina, then pee inside you. After I'm done,
you cover your vagina with your hand to prevent my urine from leaking out, then stand up, get into position, and then let go. That way
, it's like you're the one peeing, right?"

I was immediately dumbfounded and asked curiously,

"Will this work? Won't it be obvious?"

Master Zhao nodded confidently and said:

"Don't worry, it'll be fine. I'll take pictures. Come on, lie down."

He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to the ground, spreading my legs and rubbing his penis
against my vaginal opening again.

I smiled wryly; I had no other choice but to lie on the ground, legs spread, letting him do as he pleased.

Strangely, he rubbed his penis against my labia for a long time, making my vagina feel incredibly sensitive, but he
wouldn't penetrate me. I frowned and turned to him, saying,

"Master Zhao, please stop playing with my vagina. Just put it in and pee, I have things to do later."

Hearing my urging, Master Zhao blushed awkwardly and said embarrassedly,

"Fanglan, I'm sorry, could you use your hands to pull my labia open a little? I just ejaculated, my penis... my penis
is a little soft, I can't insert it."

I almost laughed out loud, but I managed to hold it in. I knew I shouldn't laugh.

So I pursed my lips, reached down to my genitals, gently pulled my labia apart slightly,
and said with a smile,

"Heh, is that alright now? Hurry up and pee in. Otherwise, you might not even have any left to pee in a bit."

He noticed I was trying to suppress a laugh, so he awkwardly shoved his penis into my vagina.

Hmm, his penis really had become very small, feeling like a lipstick tube—no! More like a toothpick. Compared
to how it had been when he had turned my vaginal muscles inside out, like a steel rod, it was a world of difference.

This man's penis is truly amazing.

He saw me smiling, as if he knew what I was thinking, and then, in a fit of anger, he grabbed my thighs and thrust his hips
forcefully towards my genitals, and with a hiss, he began to urinate inside me.

The warm flow caused my vaginal walls to instinctively contract. I stopped laughing, took deep
breaths, and rubbed my lower abdomen to soften it, as I didn't know how much urine he would urinate inside.

After a while, I felt the warm flow stop; thankfully, I could accommodate it all.

He then pulled his penis out of my vagina and rushed to the camera,
saying,

"Fanglan, quick, cover your vagina and slowly stand up; I'm going to film."

Hearing this, I quickly covered my vagina and slowly used my hands to support myself as I stood up. In the instant I released my grip
, I gripped my waist, assumed the intended pose, and immediately, the urine slowly flowed out of my vagina...
As the urine dripped onto the ground from my snow-white thighs, he seized the opportunity and pressed the shutter.

The photo was finally taken, but unfortunately, it wasn't used by the propaganda department. The reason was simple
: Mr. Zhao's urine was too yellow; it didn't look like a woman's urine at all. There was nothing I could do but
retake a set of photos of myself masturbating and ejaculating in my police uniform.

In the end, I still didn't have time to pick up Zhang Shiyi. Sigh.

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