Coffee shop maid

My name is Xiaohua, I'm 20 years old. After graduating from Form 5, I've been working at a coffee shop. My job requires me to wear a maid uniform: a short, flowing skirt, a maid's headscarf, a lace apron, black fishnet stockings, and three-inch heels. Facing all sorts of customers, mostly men, I'm constantly subjected to their lecherous stares, but I don't find it annoying; instead, I feel a sense of satisfaction. Because I have a secret: I'm actually male.

After graduating, I couldn't find a job, and I happened to see a job ad for a maid coffee shop, so I gave it a try. I'm petite, and since childhood, I've been fascinated by wearing women's clothing; my wardrobe is overflowing with all sorts of women's clothes. I even deliberately kept my hair long to avoid the hassle of wearing a wig when changing clothes. Plus, with my oval face, I look somewhat androgynous, and with a little makeup, it's hard for others to recognize my true gender. On the day of my job interview, I went to the hair salon to straighten my hair, put on a miniskirt, and showed off my legs—longer and more shapely than most women's—which I was very proud of. I added some light makeup, and the coffee shop owner hired me without even checking my ID. I

worked at the coffee shop for almost a year, chatting and flirting with customers every day. The day passed easily. The owner, Simon, liked me a lot and often praised me. I was very satisfied with the job; it not only solved my financial problems but also satisfied my need to cross-dress. As a man, being able to live as a woman among people without being discovered felt incredibly exciting and fulfilling.

One day, as I was getting ready to go home after work, Simon suddenly asked me to stay. The other employees had already left, leaving only me, the owner, and one of his friends, David, a regular customer. We all knew each other well. As I was wondering what was going on, Simon took out a cake and started singing "Happy Birthday." He said to me, "Xiao Hua, today is your birthday, happy birthday!" I felt a warmth in my heart; Simon was so kind to me. They had also prepared red wine, so we ate cake, drank wine, and chatted. In the pleasant atmosphere, I gradually felt tired, my eyes felt heavy, and I slowly fell asleep.

When I woke up, everything was pitch black, a hard object was pressed against my mouth, my hands were pressed against my back, and my ankles felt like they were being gripped. I couldn't move my body. A chill ran through me; I tried to scream but couldn't make a sound. I thought, "Am I dead?" Suddenly, I heard two familiar voices talking—it was Simon and David.

David exclaimed in surprise, "I can't believe it! She's actually a man!" Simon added, "I wasn't lying, was I? Give me the thousand dollars you bet me on." Hearing this, I roughly guessed what had happened. I was terrified, and my body began to tremble. David said, "Hey! She seems to be awake." Simon sneered, "Xiao Hua, you're awake? Let me take the cloth off your eyes." Simon removed the cloth, and as my eyes slowly adjusted to the light, I looked up and almost fainted again. I was lying on the coffee table, bound by a thick hemp rope. My hands were tightly tied behind my back, my legs were spread wide apart, and my ankles were tied to the table legs. A ball-shaped object was in my mouth, making it difficult for me to speak. I was still wearing my maid uniform, fishnet stockings, and high heels, but most shockingly, my skirt was lifted up, revealing that I wasn't wearing any underwear, and my penis was exposed to Simon and David.

David held a camera and kept pacing around me, taking pictures. I felt instantly ashamed and embarrassed, tightly closing my eyes and praying they would leave quickly.

David, while taking pictures, exclaimed in amazement, "I can't believe it, you can't tell it's a man at all!" Simon mocked, "These photos will be hugely popular online, Xiao Hua, don't you think?" Hearing this, I was frantic and quickly shook my head. Simon laughed loudly, "We can keep the photos private, but Xiao Hua, you have to listen to me. You have to do whatever I tell you!" Caught off guard, I nodded in agreement. Simon helped me up from the table, then threaded a thick hemp rope through the rope binding my hands on my back, and then through the ceiling pipe. My feet were still tied to the legs of the coffee table. Simon commanded, "Kneel down!" I knelt on the ground, my legs spread wide, my body half-suspended by the rope binding the ceiling pipe, my skirt lifted up and hidden inside my collar, my penis completely exposed. Simon removed the ball from my mouth, and I immediately pleaded, "Sim... Simon, I beg you, please don't reveal my secret!" Simon laughed, "You work here claiming to be a woman; that's illegal." Tears streamed down my face as I desperately begged, "Please, Simon, let me go. I promise I'll never do it again." Simon replied, "That won't do. I, and my customers, have been deceived by you for so long. If they find out you're a man, I might lose my business." "I'll agree to anything you say, I'll do whatever you want, please don't tell anyone..." I said, trembling. Simon,

with a triumphant look in his eyes, pulled down his pants, revealing his large penis, and said, "Put it in your mouth." I felt extremely ashamed. David was beside us, posing as if he was about to take a picture. I hesitated for a moment, unable to think of any other way, and then slowly put my mouth on his penis.

Simon thrust forcefully into my mouth, his penis slowly growing longer and larger. He relentlessly pushed his entire penis into my mouth, the head pressing against the back of my throat. Surprisingly, I didn't feel nauseous; instead, I felt a little excited. My penis uncontrollably grew larger.

"Why is this happening?" I thought, praying that my penis wouldn't grow any larger, that they wouldn't see it. But the more I thought about it, the worse it got. My penis was already as hard as an iron pillar, standing straight up, throbbing slightly like a heartbeat.

David, seeing my swollen penis, laughed and said, "She seems to really enjoy being mouth-licked by you, Simon. Look, her penis is hard from your penetration." "Look at her big penis!" David exclaimed, "Bigger than mine!" David suddenly grabbed my penis and began stroking it up and down. "Let you have some fun too." David forcefully stroked my penis. My body was half-suspended, my hands and feet tightly bound, unable to move. David's force caused me pain. Simon's penis continued thrusting in and out of my mouth, while David simultaneously played with my penis. Simon suddenly groaned, "I...I'm going to cum..." Before he could finish speaking, a gush of hot semen shot deep into my throat, a salty, fishy taste flowing into my body. I tried to spit it out, but Simon held my head tightly, thrusting his penis deeper, and a second gush of hot semen followed, a large amount of semen flowing into my throat. I felt a strange excitement. David's hand continued to play with my penis, stroking it up and down, bringing me to the point of no return. My muscles suddenly tightened, and a strong sensation, like an electric current, spread throughout my body between my legs. I felt I was about to ejaculate.

At the very moment Simon ejaculated his last gush of semen, my first gush of semen shot out like an arrow. Seeing this, David suddenly let go, jumped away, picked up his camera, and captured the scene.

Oh my god, David suddenly released me while I was ejaculating. Without the stimulation of friction, I only felt the sensation of ejaculation, but no orgasm. It felt incredibly painful. I cried out and begged, "Don't let go! Please don't let go!" But David acted as if he hadn't heard and continued filming. My semen continued to spurt out, his penis bobbing with each shot, until he finally stopped after five spurts. Ejaculating without an orgasm felt so uncomfortable. David stared at the camera screen and exclaimed, "Wonderful! A beautiful maid ejaculating, truly wonderful!" "Let me have some fun too." David put down the camera, took off his pants, and then put his already swollen penis into my mouth. Simon untied the ropes binding my legs, pushed the coffee table aside, and ordered me to put my legs together, continue kneeling on the ground, bend over, press my chest against the chair, and keep my hands tightly bound behind my back.

My mouth was busy tending to David's penis when Simon lifted my skirt. I suddenly felt a cool sensation in my anus. Was Simon applying lubricant to my anus? Oh my god! My worst fears are about to come true!

Simon ruthlessly thrust his still-erect penis into my anus, a burning, stinging sensation like a knife cutting through me. With David's penis in my mouth and Simon's brutal violation of my anus, the extreme pain brought tears to my eyes. Soon after, David and Simon both ejaculated, their hot semen shooting into me simultaneously. Only after they finished did they release me, allowing me to rest on the sofa. I remained bound, half-kneeling on the floor. Simon's semen, left in my anus, drained, soaking my stockings. David continued filming with obvious enjoyment, capturing my agonizing state in his camera.

Simon finally untied me. After being bound for so long, my body was numb, and I couldn't move my limbs immediately.

I thought it was over, but David suddenly said, "Xiao Hua, masturbate for me. I want to film you masturbating." I hesitated for a moment, then used my hand to manipulate his penis, allowing David to film, hoping to satisfy them and be allowed to leave.

Simon said, "That's not good, not exciting enough." He then turned on all the lights in the coffee shop and pulled back the curtains covering the floor-to-ceiling windows, blocking the street view.

My God! Did they want me to masturbate in front of all the passersby?!

"That's about right," Simon said with a sinister smile. "Xiao Hua, sit here, spread your legs, and masturbate in front of the window. Let everyone see what this pretty maid is all about." I started trembling, afraid to move. This was too much! If anyone saw, I'd lose all face. While I was still hesitating, Simon said sharply, "If you don't do it, I'll hand over the false information you filled out to the police, or put what David filmed today online." I had no other choice but to obey. I slowly walked to the window and sat down. Simon said, "Lift up your skirt." My hands trembled, and I was extremely nervous. I slowly lifted my skirt, revealing my already hard penis.

Simon: "Very good. Now spread your legs, massage your breasts with your left hand, and play with your penis with your right." David and Simon hid in a corner, giving orders and filming.

I did as instructed, my heart pounding with tension. There were many pedestrians on the street, but luckily they were all walking by, oblivious to my presence.

In a state of extreme stimulation and excitement, I masturbated my penis more than ten times before I couldn't hold back any longer. My whole body felt like it was being electrocuted, an electric current coursing through my body from between my legs. I closed my eyes tightly, and my semen gushed out like a fountain, six streams in total. Orgasms followed with each stream, wave after wave, lasting for about two minutes before I calmed down.

When I opened my eyes and realized I wasn't being stared at, I quickly got up and ran to the restroom. I sat there blankly until I calmed down before nervously returning to the lobby. When I came out, Simon and David were already gone.

Later, I received a text message from Simon: "Xiao Hua, I hope you enjoyed the birthday party I arranged for you. Actually, I knew you were a man the first day I met you. I'll arrange more fun parties in the future, I hope you'll like them." After this experience, I fell in love with the helpless feeling of being tightly bound after cross-dressing, and the thrill of orgasming in a crowd. More exciting things happened after that, but that's another story.

Since that crazy party, Simon had come up with all sorts of bizarre sex games to torment me. I pretended to hate it and feel wronged, but actually I was enjoying it.

One day, Simon called me to his office and showed me a strange thing. It had a rubber ring at the front, with a thin piece of film sticking forward from the end, and a plastic rod about three inches long at the back, connected by a thin plastic rod, with a bowl-shaped rubber pouch in the middle.

Seeing Simon's lewd eyes, I already guessed what was going on. Simon chuckled and said, "This thing is called a prostate massager. After my improvements, it will bring you endless pleasure. Want to try it?" I deliberately made a disgusted face and said sharply, "I don't want this damn thing!" Simon laughed, ignoring my refusal, and reached out to lift my skirt, skillfully removing my underwear. Although I said I didn't want to, I was actually excited inside, and my penis had uncontrollably become erect. "Still pretending? Your dick has already given you away," Simon mocked.

Simon ordered me to place my hands on the desk, spread my legs, and then put the device on me. He put the rubber ring on my penis, inserted the plastic rod at the back into my anus, and the bowl-shaped object in the middle just covered my testicles. After it was put on, I thought there would be more to come, but Simon said, "This is fine. Go outside and serve the customers like this." My uniform skirt was a loose-fitting bob skirt, short but long enough to cover the important parts. Because of the loose fit, as long as I wasn't too excited, my semi-erect penis wouldn't be easily noticed.

At first, I walked slowly with a limp, but after half an hour of getting used to it, I could walk naturally. Today was a holiday, and there were more customers, mostly middle-aged men. I was busy taking orders and serving food and drinks in the shop, and had long forgotten about the massager I was wearing in my private parts.

A customer ordered a lot of drinks. As I filled the tray with them and prepared to serve, a sudden, electric shock-like jolt shot through my legs. Startled, I spilled the drinks onto the floor with a clatter, making the sound of shattering glass. All the customers in the shop turned to look at me. Suddenly, the vibrator on my genitals started moving. The rubber pouch vibrated, the dildo inside my anus stretched and contracted, the rubber ring on my penis tightened and loosened repeatedly, and the thin plate at the front rubbed against my glans in circular motions.

Simon stared at me lewdly, holding something in his hand. He then pressed a button, and the vibrator stopped. I realized—this thing had a remote control. I walked up to Simon and angrily said, "Please don't do this! I'll be so embarrassed if the customers find out!" Simon sneered, "Have you forgotten your promise to do whatever I say? Forgot about the cameras?" Before I could retort, Simon turned the massager back on, the vibration and thrusting continued, my body trembled, and I let out a groan. Simon laughed,

"See? You're actually enjoying it. Listen to me, just keep working like this." I had no choice but to continue working while being raped by the massager. At this moment, a customer waved to me, and I slowly walked forward, trying to appear calm, and said, "Sir... would you like... something... to drink?" Simon pressed the remote control again, the vibration and thrusting speed increased, and I couldn't help but let out a low moan. The customer looked at me with a strange look.

The friction intensified, and my penis swelled uncontrollably. I felt it was full of blood, stretching straight forward, and my skirt could vaguely reveal a small protrusion. I quickly leaned forward, trying to cover it up. My face flushed crimson, my breathing became rapid, and the customer, noticing my odd behavior, asked, "Miss, are you alright?" A sudden jolt ran through me. The vibrations of the massager, in this stimulating yet embarrassing situation, made me realize I had reached my breaking point. The relentless torment of the massager had pushed me to the brink of despair. The instant my eyes met the customer's, my whole body shuddered, and the pent-up pleasure was released, spreading from my legs throughout my body. My legs trembled, and I bit my lower lip tightly. The first ejaculation shot out violently, landing inside my skirt. The customer continued to stare at me curiously. I flinched, feeling unsteady, and the second ejaculation landed on the floor. Afraid of being discovered, I bent over, trying to cover the semen with my body, but this only made things worse. The vibrator in my anus went in even deeper, and the remaining semen ended up all over the floor.

After the climax, I quickly apologized to the customer, then frantically wiped away the semen with a cloth in my hand before rushing to the bathroom to unplug the massager.

This torture was just the beginning. Later, Simon devised even more bizarre and cruel methods to torture me. Although it was torture, I actually enjoyed it.

One evening, I was lazily watching TV at home when the phone rang. It was Simon. "Xiaohua, Xiaofang has taken sick leave. Could you come back and help out? I'll reimburse you." I agreed, put on some casual clothes and lipstick, and headed to the company. Since starting work at the coffee shop, I'd completely abandoned any masculine attire. Plus, I'd grown my hair much longer than before, reaching my back, dyed it light brown, and made it straight. Now, no matter what I wore, people would call me "Miss."

Back at the company, the gate was closed. I felt very suspicious. I peeked inside; the coffee shop was empty. Simon was waving at me from outside his office, gesturing for me to come in.

"Sorry, Xiaohua, I was just kidding when I asked you to come back," Simon said with a smile. "I bought a gift today, and I wanted to give it to you in person." Simon pointed to a bag on the chair. I opened it. Inside was a beautiful short dress, a light-colored designer short jacket, a pair of white lace-trimmed stockings, and a pair of elegant off-white three-inch heels.

I exclaimed in surprise; these clothes must have cost Simon a fortune. "Are they all for me?" I asked.

"They're a reward for the best employee in the company, my favorite, Xiaohua," Simon smiled.

Simon gestured for me to put them on. I took off my casual clothes, changed into the dress, stockings, and high heels, and then stood in front of the mirror to admire myself. The dress was very short, and the lace trim of the stockings was completely exposed; I felt it was a bit too sexy.

At that moment, Simon walked behind me, gently hugged me, and whispered in my ear, "Xiaohua, you're beautiful." A feeling of happiness suddenly welled up in my heart. I wanted to say something to thank him, but in that instant, Simon tied a thick hemp rope around my neck. I immediately said, "Simon...no..." He pretended not to hear and continued to skillfully tie knots around my body. He flipped my hands behind my back, placed the rope around my neck, wrapped it around my armpits, and tightly bound my upper arms to my body. My hands were clasped together on my back, bound so tightly that I couldn't move.

Then he pressed my chest against the desk, removed my underwear, and forcefully spread my legs. I felt something hard being forced into my anus. I knew I was once again Simon's tool for sexual release. I felt excited, but I pleaded softly, "Simon...please...please don't..." This time, Simon's penis went in very deep, its curved shape touching my rectum. I felt a slight pleasure; I had been anally raped twice before, and I was used to the pain. Strangely, Simon didn't thrust. Then he helped me up. Oh?

He hadn't even taken off his pants. The hard thing inside me wasn't his penis.

"This is a G-spot massager designed specifically for men. It functions like a rectal probe used in hospitals, and it will make you erect and ejaculate," Simon said lewdly. "I modified it a bit and installed a timer. It will automatically turn on after twenty minutes, and the vibration intensity will increase over time." I looked in the mirror and saw a curved, horseshoe-like object stuck to my anus, and a gun-like object aimed at my testicles. Simon used a large piece of tape to secure it to my anus, then draped his newly bought short jacket over my shoulders to cover my bound body and hands. Because the rope didn't go around my chest, there were no visible signs of binding. Simon

put my house key in the jacket pocket and then laughed, "Now you can go home." My God! With my hands bound, I couldn't pay for the bus, and walking home would take more than 30 minutes. I was wearing a short skirt that vaguely revealed my private parts, and with those sexy lace stockings, I was sure to attract attention on the street. Before

I could protest, Simon had already pushed me out of the store. "Goodbye! Be on time for work tomorrow!" He laughed and closed the shop door.

I stood there on the crowded street, with no other option but to try to stay calm and carefully begin walking home. The street was packed with people, and I felt many people staring at me. My penis, empty inside my skirt, swayed back and forth with each step. I was extremely nervous, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone, and just kept walking.

After about twenty minutes, I was getting closer to home. Just as I was about to cross a small park, my body suddenly felt like it had been struck by lightning. A deep, unbearable itch ran through my anus. Startled, I jolted, and my jacket, which had been hanging on my shoulder, fell to the ground.

Oh my god! I was doomed! My body and hands, which were tightly bound by rope, were completely exposed. I was frantic with worry and almost burst into tears. Fortunately, there weren't many people in the park. Some were hurrying along, while others were couples. I quickly hid under the flowers, trying to hide myself in the shadows.

The thing inserted in my anus suddenly started working; it must have been the time switch Simon mentioned. I hid in the shadows of the flowerbed, staring at my fallen coat, wondering what to do. Worse still, the massager couldn't be turned off. It was hooked deep inside my anus, rubbing and vibrating against the lining of my rectum, while the end near my testicles gently vibrated. It felt just like the sensations I'd read about online, of people getting ejaculated during rectal exams at the hospital. With each vibration

, my penis swelled. Oh my god! No! Please don't get bigger! Unfortunately, the more I hoped, the worse it got. My penis was already incredibly hard, completely filled with blood, and slightly bent and bouncy. Because my dress was too short, my erect penis lifted the hem, clearly visible, with the glans exposed. I was

frantic. My body was bound with hemp rope, I was wearing sexy women's clothing, but my genitals were clearly visible, and my erect penis was swaying. How could I possibly go home looking like this?

I didn't want to think too far ahead; my first priority was to get my coat back, and then I'd figure out what to do next. I lay prone under the flowers, staring at the coat, observing my surroundings, looking for an opportunity to drag it back. The massager continued to torment me, my penis throbbing erect, a wave of pleasure starting to form deep within my anus—my feelings were incredibly complex. Suddenly, I saw the couple who had been talking earlier leave. I carefully looked around, finding no one, then quickly ran to the coat, hooked it with the toe of my high heel, and swiftly dragged it back under the flowers.

My heart was pounding like I'd just finished a marathon; I was so nervous I almost cried, thankfully no one noticed. I got the coat back, but my hands were tied behind my back—how could I put it on?

I tried to pick it up with my hands, but my hands, tied behind my back, couldn't reach the ground. I thought for a moment, then lay down completely, grabbed the coat, and stood up again—a very difficult process that left me drenched in sweat. I got the coat, but how could I put it on? After thinking for a while, I pressed my back against the wall, holding my coat tightly, and slowly lowered myself, hoping the coat would drape over my shoulders. If I failed, I had to lie down again and start over.

After three attempts, I was almost completely exhausted when the worst thing happened.

After a series of sit-ups, coupled with the relentless torture of the massager, an unprecedentedly intense pleasure suddenly surged from deep within my anus, spreading throughout my body from my lower abdomen. My body trembled uncontrollably, and my semen gushed out like a fountain. At that moment, I heard rapid footsteps approaching. Oh God! Don't let anyone see! I pleaded desperately. But the pleasure continued to flow from deep within, and I didn't care anymore, continuing to ejaculate. This pleasure was very special, vastly different from the pleasure from rubbing my glans; it was a first for me. I continued to ejaculate the remaining semen, my body trembling violently with each shot. I don't know how much I ejaculated; it felt like centuries before I slowly calmed down.

Just then, my jacket was draped over my shoulders, and my penis, now much smaller after ejaculation, allowed me to quickly stand up. Making sure I wasn't being watched, I left reassured.

After about five more minutes of walking, I reached my building. That damned vibrator was still vibrating, and even more intensely than before. I felt my penis hardening again; I needed to speed things up and get home as quickly as possible.

Because my hands were bound, I had to use my tongue to enter the building's access code, and with great difficulty, I managed to open the gate.

My penis was already half-erect. I passed the management office; thankfully, the manager wasn't there. I hurriedly pressed the elevator button with my tongue, then watched the floor indicator light slowly flash. My penis was swollen and erect, lifting my skirt. I was so anxious I almost cried. Please, no one appears! I prayed, otherwise everything would be over.

The elevator arrived, and I rushed inside, pressing my floor button with my tongue. Seeing the elevator doors close, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Reaching my door, another problem arose: how to open the door? The key was in my coat pocket. I had no choice but to resort to the same trick: dropping my coat on the floor, lying down as if asleep, and picking up the key. By this time, I was exhausted, my whole body limp and powerless. I faced away from the door, slowly searching for the keyhole. The vibrator intensified, and my swollen penis felt like I was about to ejaculate again. The vibrator kept pounding my rectum and testicles, making it impossible for me to concentrate on finding the keyhole.

Just then, I suddenly heard the elevator doors open. Oh my god! This was truly the end for me! The only lucky thing was that my door was on the left corner of the elevator. I prayed, "Please, please, it's not my neighbor who lives on the left!" I heard a man and a woman talking. My mind went blank, my face turned pale, and my heart was pounding ten times faster than usual. In that extremely tense, dangerous, and violently assaulted state by the vibrating massager, I suddenly ejaculated, shooting out six streams of semen. My head started to spin. Suddenly, I found the keyhole. I immediately inserted the key, opened the door, jumped in, and slammed the door shut. This series of quick movements got me out of danger. I looked through the peephole and saw that they were indeed my neighbors on the left, the ones next door to me. I gasped, feeling incredibly lucky tonight.

When I got home, I found a knife in the kitchen and slowly cut the rope. After resting my hands for a while, I unplugged the still-vibrating massager. Then I took a hot shower to cool off and fell fast asleep.

Xiao Fang was another maid at the coffee shop. She was 18 years old, with long, straight hair that she liked to wear in a big ponytail. She had big eyes and a petite figure. She was lively and cheerful, and very popular with the customers. Xiao Fang was the first friend I made as a woman. We got along very well, sharing similar interests. We often hung out together after work and on holidays, and quickly became good friends. Because I was a few years older than her, Xiao Fang liked to jokingly call me "older sister," which I didn't mind at all; in fact, I was happy to have such a cute younger sister like her.

One day, the shop closed, and I couldn't find Xiao Fang. I guessed that the lazy Xiao Fang must have secretly run home, leaving me alone to pack up. I decided to go to her house after finishing work and give her a good scolding.

As I was changing and leaving, Simon beckoned to me, leeringly gesturing for me to come into his room.

I thought to myself, "This lecherous devil, what kind of perverted torture is he thinking of now?" I deliberately put on a hateful expression.

"Oh, my sweetheart, don't look so fierce!" Simon chuckled. "I guarantee you'll be satisfied with this arrangement." Before I could even respond, Simon had already gagged me with a gag, then pulled off my uniform skirt and underwear, forcefully flipped my hands behind my back, and skillfully wrapped rope around my neck and chest, tightly binding my arms to my body. This time, Simon tied me especially tightly, my wrists and fingers firmly bound to my back, completely immobile. At this moment, I was wearing a lace maid's headscarf, a black lace bra, and nothing but a pair of four-ribbed fishnet stockings and the three-inch high heels I wore to work. My penis was completely exposed, and with the rope and gag, I looked like a slave being dragged along by Simon. The rope was tied too tightly, making me very uncomfortable, and I groaned in pain as I followed Simon.

Simon dragged me into the office room, where his accomplice David, holding a video camera, was already waiting with a lewd grin. My eyes darted around, and a sudden, overwhelming shock struck me, almost making me faint. My eyes widened in disbelief.

I saw Xiaofang lying on the desk, dressed in a maid uniform—her usual headscarf, apron, bob skirt, black fishnet stockings, and high heels. Her skirt was lifted, revealing her bare private parts. Her eyes were blindfolded, her mouth gagged with the same gag as mine, her hands bound and bent behind her back, and her ankles suspended by ropes threaded through the ceiling pipes, her legs spread wide in a V-shape, her buttocks and back half-raised in the air.

But it wasn't these things that stunned me, it was the fact that Xiaofang's private parts weren't the female organs I'd always imagined, but rather a hard, erect, thick, long penis—the very kind of penis that belonged to men.

My God! I never dreamed that this usually lively and adorable Xiaofang, whose every inch of her skin radiated youthful charm, was actually a male submissive, just like me. This place is absolutely bizarre! It's not a maid cafe, it's a male servant cafe!

Xiaofang is in so much pain, two clear tear tracks are visible, and she keeps writhing. Seeing this, watching my best friend being tortured and helpless, and knowing the secret that she's a man, my penis uncontrollably slowly became erect, hardening in front of these two lecherous devils. Damn it! Why is this happening? I feel ashamed and embarrassed. Simon and David see my swollen penis and laugh. Simon whispers in my ear,

"How about it? Do you like this gift?" A gift? As my mind is filled with questions, Simon suddenly orders me sharply,

"Go and fuck her ass!"

God! This is too cruel! Xiaofang is my best friend, my dear sister. I can't do this kind of lewd thing to her, and I can't defile her when she's completely helpless and unwilling! I shake my head violently, tears streaming down my face, pleading with Simon with my eyes to let us go.

David sneers and places the camera screen in front of me. The image playing on the screen almost made me faint. I saw myself sprawled among flowers, legs spread wide, a straight, large penis gushing with vaginal fluid, my face clearly visible. David laughed, "Beautiful pervert, defiant man, masturbating in the park... I'm sure this headline will cause a sensation, right?" My God! So they had been following me all night, recording my shameful act. I felt extreme shame and humiliation, my heart pounding like a frying pan. I wanted to plead for mercy, but my mouth was gagged. While I was caught in this dilemma, Simon applied lubricant to Xiaofang's anus and then said sternly, "Hurry up! Don't pretend you don't like it!" Xiaofang seemed to know what was about to happen to her; her body trembled violently, she made moaning pleas, and tears streamed down her face. My hard penis was aimed at Xiaofang's anus, hesitant, and didn't penetrate her for a long time. Simon suddenly grabbed my penis and whispered in my ear, "We gave you her virginity. You like her, right? What are you pretending for?" Then he thrust my penis deep into Xiaofang's vagina until I couldn't see the tip.

An unprecedented sense of pressure suddenly overwhelmed me. Xiaofang's anus was very narrow, holding my penis tightly. It felt so wonderful, almost too wonderful. My body felt out of control, my consciousness seemed to be erased, and I began to thrust into Xiaofang's anus.

I was furious at my actions, but at the same time, I couldn't stop. I felt extremely conflicted. Fortunately, Xiaofang's eyes were covered by a black cloth, so she didn't know who was raping her. I continued to thrust, and the pleasure gradually intensified. Xiaofang's penis grew larger and larger, hard as an iron rod, rubbing against my stomach with each thrust.

The pleasure had reached an uncontrollable point. Looking at Xiaofang's cute oval face, beautiful body, and perfect long legs, I could no longer restrain myself. I let out a soft moan, and my vaginal fluids gushed out like a burst dam, surging straight into her deepest depths. Waves of orgasm followed the bursting of my fluids until Xiaofang's anus was filled with my semen, only then did my body slowly calm down.

After the orgasm, I lay on top of Xiaofang, holding my breath, feeling a sticky feeling on my stomach—it was Xiaofang's semen. It turned out that during the friction, she had released a small amount of semen, which had shot onto my lower abdomen.

I pulled out my penis, and semen immediately flowed from Xiaofang's anus. David leered as he filmed. I knelt on the ground, signaling to Simon with my eyes that we should leave. Simon said to me, "That's too selfish. You want to leave after you've had your fun, Xiaofang, don't you agree?" He laughed, untied the rope binding Xiaofang's feet, and dragged us both to the hall.

Simon made Xiaofang sit in a chair, then tied her body tightly to the back of the chair with rope, and tied her feet to the chair legs, trapping her firmly in the chair, unable to move.

Simon leered in my ear, "Get her semen out, then you can leave." This was a problem. My hands were bound, my fingers couldn't move, my mouth was gagged, and my high heels had buckles that I couldn't take off without using my hands. Unable to use my hands, mouth, or feet, the only thing I could use was my anus.

I thought for a moment, then aimed the gag at Xiaofang's penis, letting saliva drip from the vent onto her shaft as lubricant. I then turned around, positioning my anus against her penis, and slowly sat down.

I wrapped my body around Xiaofang's penis, most of it already inside. Xiaofang moaned softly, finding it beautiful and pleasing. In that instant, Simon suddenly pulled back the curtains of the French windows. I was shocked. The street was crowded with people. Two women with penises, wearing only bras, stockings, and high heels, their bodies tightly bound, gags in their mouths, were having sex in full view of everyone. It was utterly shameful and utterly disgraceful.

I cried, making strange noises, begging Simon to close the curtains. Simon laughed wildly, "Don't worry! The lights aren't on in the shop; it's pitch black from the outside." I froze, carefully observing the passersby. Sure enough, no one was staring at us, which relieved me. But the itching in my anus was incredibly uncomfortable. There was no turning back now, so I continued the sitting-up motion, continuing to use my anus to stimulate Xiaofang's penis.

Xiaofang's penis was long, deeply penetrating my rectum, feeling like a G-spot massager, building pleasure from within. Her penis became erect again, and I felt a urge to ejaculate. At the same time, I felt Xiaofang's penis getting harder and harder, a swelling, almost ready to ejaculate. I slowed down the sitting-up motion, trying to prolong the feeling. Just then, the hall suddenly blazed with lights. Simon and David laughed maniacally; those two devils had turned on all the lights in the shop.

I was so frightened I almost collapsed to the ground, my face drained of color, my heart pounding. Then, I felt a surge of hot fluid enter my body—Xiaofang had ejaculated. The hot fluid hit my rectal membrane, and with prolonged stimulation, my semen also shot out at the same time.

Feeling dizzy, my eyes half-open, I watched the pedestrians on the street, feeling as if someone was watching me. My semen kept shooting out, some even hitting the glass window. Xiaofang's semen had already filled my anus completely. We were both groaning and panting. After I finished ejaculating, the lights suddenly went out. There were no passersby staring at the window, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Simon finally untied me, while David was busy watching the playback of the video. When my hands were free again, I ran quickly to the dressing room, locked the door, and was terrified that Xiaofang would find out. I sat in the dressing room for a long time. When I came out, the shop was empty; they had all left.

The next day, Xiaofang didn't go to work because her phone wasn't on, so I decided to go to her place after work. As soon as we met, she hugged me tightly, tears streaming down her face, crying uncontrollably. She told me about Simon and David's lewd acts. I pretended to be surprised, secretly relieved that the two devils hadn't called me by my name during the whole ordeal.

I gently stroked her hair, offering words of comfort, my heart filled with extreme sorrow. That night, Xiaofang nestled against my chest and fell asleep on the bed. I held her tightly, lost in thought. She didn't know I had discovered her secret—that she was a man—didn't know I was also a rebel, and was unaware that we had already shared the most intimate sexual relationship. What would become of us? Thinking this, I too fell asleep.

This was just the beginning of our shared suffering; the days to come would be longer, more arduous, and even more unbelievable.

Today, Simon showed us the new uniform skirt. It was still predominantly black, but significantly shorter than the old one, with white lace trim at the hem. The skirt flared out in an umbrella shape, and the wide, round neckline opened to the shoulders. The stockings had been changed from the old black fishnet to thin black stockings without elastic, topped with a black lace-trimmed garter belt.

I put on the new uniform and stood in front of the mirror. Because the skirt was so short, the garter belt was completely exposed where it was fastened to the stockings, and the wide neckline made my bra strap faintly visible.

It was practically the outfit of an adult film actress. "This outfit is... way too revealing!" I protested loudly.

Simon ignored my complaint, whistled at me, and handed me a large stack of flyers, leering, "Xiao Hua, could you please hand out these flyers at the entrance of the shopping mall?" This lecherous devil loved to put me in awkward and helpless situations. I let out a thud and was about to leave when Simon stopped me, holding a familiar device in his hand—the very same G-spot massager that had caused me so much suffering.

"Underwear isn't part of the uniform, please take it off," Simon said sternly.

Judging from Simon's lewd and malicious expression, I already knew what he was up to. I shook my head vigorously and quickly said no. He chuckled coldly, took out his phone, made some button gestures, and then showed me a photo displayed on the phone screen.

Good heavens! The photo clearly showed me fucking Xiao Fang's anus, and it even showed Xiao Fang's phone number. With just a light press, the photo would be sent to Xiao Fang's phone. I surrendered, slowly took off my underwear, and, as Simon instructed, deeply inserted the massager into my anus. He used a large adhesive tape to secure the vibrator to my anus, turned it on, and then pushed me out of the store.

The vibrator emitted intermittent vibrations, and a familiar pleasure surged through me. My penis slowly swelled with the vibrations, and I felt it swaying back and forth under my skirt with each step, its outline vaguely visible. It was lunchtime, and the streets were crowded. I walked cautiously towards the shopping center, my heart pounding with anxiety, terrified of being seen up close.

My attire attracted stares from many passersby, some even whistling at me. The vibrator intensified, and a sensation like insect bites or electric currents coursed through my lower abdomen, the pleasure growing like a snowball. I tried to remain calm, smiling, and politely handed out flyers, hoping to finish my work quickly.

My penis, hidden under my skirt, was hard as a steel pillar; I could feel it throbbing with blood, stretching straight forward, the glans barely touching the hem of my skirt. Fortunately, the new uniform skirt had an umbrella-shaped flare at the hem, making it difficult to spot unless you crouched down and looked up.

When we had handed out half the flyers, I saw Xiaofang limping towards us from the coffee shop. She was carrying a stack of flyers, wearing the exact same uniform as me, her face flushed, her expression strange, and her lips trembling as she called me "sister." Seeing her like this, I guessed she had probably suffered the same treatment as me, her lower body being brutally played with by Simon's vibrator.

I deliberately asked, "Xiaofang, are you feeling unwell? Are you sick?" Xiaofang bit her lower lip and shook her head, indicating no.

Suddenly, two girls dressed in sexy maid outfits appeared on the street, lingering at the crowded entrance of the shopping center at midday, attracting considerable attention from passersby. Some even took out their cameras and invited us to take photos together.

After a while, Xiaofang became extremely agitated. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her body twisted and turned. She tugged at my sleeve and stammered, "Sister Xiaohua... Sister... I..." Before she could finish, she suddenly bent over, squatted down, her hands still gripping my sleeve. I was stunned by what was about to happen.

A stream of water shot out from under Xiaofang's skirt, splashing onto my shoes and slowly forming a clear, expanding watermark on the ground. My God! It must have been the vibrations and stimulation from the vibrator that caused her to lose control of her bladder and urinate on the floor.

Xiaofang continued to urinate, soaking my shoes and stockings. Passersby started giving me strange looks. A sudden thought struck me. I scattered the flyers on the ground and squatted down to pick them up, trying to cover Xiaofang's urination with my body.

While this temporarily concealed the embarrassing situation, the increased stimulation from the massager, adjusted to the angle, suddenly intensified the sensation in my rectum, which had been rubbed raw for so long. At that moment, Xiaofang finished urinating, but her body continued to tremble, gripping my arm tightly. Then I felt a gush of hot semen hit my calf. Oh my god! Xiaofang was ejaculating! The instant our eyes met, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated on her!

It felt like volcanic lava, bursting forth with pleasure, streams of semen spraying onto Xiaofang's stockings.

The streets were still very crowded, with pedestrians passing each other close together. I was completely absorbed in the climax, lost in a state of blissful oblivion. I only wanted to enjoy the moment of climaxing with Xiaofang, ignoring everything else.

The climaxes came wave after wave, feeling like hours had passed before Xiaofang and I finally calmed down.

After calming down, we both quickly wiped away the water stains on the ground with flyers, and then I helped Xiaofang run to the coffee shop.

Xiaofang saw the water stains on my stockings and looked very embarrassed. She apologized, saying, "Sister Xiaohua... I'm so sorry, I suddenly felt unwell and stained your clothes." Hearing this, I felt relieved and quickly replied that it was alright, thinking she must think the semen on my feet was her own.

One day, after the coffee shop closed, I was cleaning up. Xiaofang had already disappeared, leaving me alone to work hard, feeling a little uneasy. I thought that in this situation, the pervert would most likely appear.

Sure enough, Simon stood outside the office door, beckoning to me with his familiar lewd smile. Strangely, I didn't feel disgusted at that moment; instead, I felt a little excited, a little eager for that masochistic pleasure. Good heavens! Am I a pervert?

I deliberately put on a helpless expression. "Xiaohua, I see you're too tired from work, come in and rest for a bit, okay?" Simon said with a lewd grin.

Simon stood behind me, gently stroking my hair, and whispered in my ear, "Xiaohua, I know you really like Xiaofang." Just as I was about to reply, Simon turned on the laptop on the desk. The screen showed a short video of Xiaofang, her limbs bound, being penetrated in her anus. "Guess how Xiaofang will react when she sees this exciting video?" Simon said seriously.

Xiaofang is my best friend, and the only friend I've made as a woman. I don't want anything to ruin our friendship. "Simon...no...please don't let her know..." I pleaded desperately.

Simon suddenly forced my hands behind my back, snapping a pair of handcuffs onto my wrists. He ordered me to sit in the chair in front of the desk, the backrest pressed against the edge of the table. He then tied a rope to the chain of the handcuffs, the other end of which was attached to the window frame behind the desk, pulling my hands straight back.

He pulled off my underwear and inserted a U-shaped device, similar to a G-spot massager but thinner, into my anus. This new contraption vibrated intermittently, rubbing against my vagina and anus, near the rectum, instantly creating a wave of pleasure. Simon explained, "This is a special prostate massager. It's very gentle; it will only keep you erect for a long time, but it won't make you ejaculate." Sure enough, my penis became hard with the vibrations of the massager. Simon then took out another new toy: a rectangular box with a tubular, ring-shaped object on it. He inserted my penis into the tube until it reached the end, then secured the box to the chair between my thighs with large adhesive tape. "My hands were pulled straight back, my buttocks were pressed against the back of the chair, and my penis was firmly held in place by a strange thing on the chair. I couldn't move, much less stand up. Simon took a small box out of his pocket and then pressed a button. The box between my legs made a strange hissing sound, and the round tube began to move back and forth in a pulsating motion. 'This is a masturbation device,' Simon laughed loudly. 'If you want to get off the chair, you need to use it to make your big cock go soft, otherwise you'll just be stuck in the chair forever.

' Simon was right; the prostate massager kept me erect, and my only way out was to ejaculate, soften my penis, and then pull it out. I twisted..." My body, in sync with the masturbator, was trying to ejaculate as quickly as possible. But Simon suddenly turned off the masturbator and placed the remote control box on the floor.

While I was still wondering what was going on, Simon placed the computer on the table on the other side of the room. The screen repeatedly played a video of me having sex with Xiaofang. Then he took out the handcuff key and placed it on the window frame behind me. He then took my cell phone, pressed a series of buttons, and then leered at the screen, showing it to me.

The screen displayed Xiaofang's phone number and a text message: "Xiaofang, I have something important to tell you in person. Please come to the coffee shop to find me as soon as possible.

" "No! Simon, I beg you! Don't call Xiaofang back!" I was frantic, almost in tears.

Simon ignored my pleas and sent the message. "Goodbye, my sweetheart. Have a pleasant evening with Xiaofang." He turned on the office lights, opened the door, and then left, laughing heartily.

My mind raced, estimating it would take about twenty minutes to get from Xiaofang's house to the coffee shop. I had to escape as quickly as possible.

I closed my eyes tightly, trying to clear my mind and soften my penis. But the thing stuck in my anus wouldn't calm me down; I thought the only way was to ejaculate.

Simon dropped the switch of the masturbator in front of me, about two feet from the chair. I leaned forward forcefully, my hands throbbing with pain from the handcuffs, and stretched my legs out as far as I could, trying to turn it on with my high heels.

After several failed attempts, I was exhausted, and my wrists ached terribly. Time ticked by, fifteen minutes had passed. I bit my lower lip and, with all my might, finally managed to touch the switch with my high heels. At that moment, the pain in my penis pressed against the masturbator, my wrists felt like they were being torn apart, and I was covered in sweat when I suddenly heard the sound of the gate opening. "Sister Xiaohua?" Oh my god! It was Xiaofang's voice!

I stepped on the switch and quickly turned it on, and the masturbator began to move with the sound of it opening. I twisted my body, trying to coordinate with the movements of the masturbator, hoping to ejaculate as soon as possible.

"Sister Xiaohua, where are you?" Xiaofang kept calling out.

Hearing Xiaofang's footsteps getting closer, I was extremely nervous. I closed my eyes tightly and twisted my body frantically. Hurry! Hurry! I beg you to come out quickly! I pleaded with myself.

Suddenly, my whole body tensed, my legs pulled back, and my semen was released, pool after pool of semen shooting onto the ground. I didn't have time to enjoy the orgasm. After the semen was released, I felt my penis starting to soften. I quickly pulled my body up, and in my haste, I bumped the chair on the ground, making a sound.

"Sister Xiaohua?" Xiaofang heard the voice and was walking towards the office. I plopped down on the desk, pushed myself back, and landed on the other side. I quickly unlocked the handcuffs with the key, managing to open only one lock. The handcuffs were threaded through the rope, and I swiftly ran to the other side of the room. I heard Xiaofang scream "Ah!" At the same time, I slammed the computer screen down, shutting it off.

I frantically thought, over ten explanations flashing through my mind, but before I could speak, Xiaofang, tears streaming down her face, threw herself into my arms. "I can't believe... Waaah... I can't believe even you, sister... Waaah..." she sobbed.

I looked utterly disheveled, handcuffed, clothes in disarray, and covered in semen. Xiaofang must have thought the semen on the floor was Simon's, and that I had just been raped.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Xiaofang hadn't seen the videos. We hugged each other tightly, not separating for a long time.

Ever since Simon found our weakness, Xiaofang and I have been at his mercy. He loves seeing us in awkward and embarrassing situations, and he especially enjoys using all sorts of sex toys to rape us. He's a complete devil, our nightmare.

Today, the coffee shop was unusually crowded, and many customers didn't want to leave, so we couldn't close until after 2 AM. Everyone was exhausted. After saying goodbye to Xiaofang, I immediately went home to rest.

Once home, I quickly took a shower and then collapsed into bed, falling fast asleep. I was awakened from my sleep by the ringing of the phone. It was Xiaofang's voice on the other end, hoarse and stammering, "Sister Xiaohua... I'm sorry... I..." Confused by her broken sentences, I was about to press for clarification when I vaguely heard Simon and David's voices behind the phone. I immediately woke up and shouted, "Xiaofang!

Where are you?" I thought Xiaofang must be being threatened by those two lecherous men. I had to see her quickly; even if I couldn't save her, I couldn't let her suffer alone.

Suddenly, Simon's voice came through the phone: "Is that Xiaohua? Xiaofang says she's in a lot of pain right now. She misses you and wants to see you!" I heard him and David laughing loudly.

I quickly asked for the address, then jumped out of bed, threw on a dress and flats, and ran to the street to hail a taxi to the place he had told me about.

It was a deserted place; after getting out of the taxi, I had to run up a mountain road for ten minutes before arriving at a small park with some exercise equipment. I saw Xiaofang. She was wearing a very thin and sexy halter-neck mini-dress, white stockings, and high heels. She was leaning against a single iron bar, her hands behind her back, handcuffed and bound together.

Xiaofang was crying with her head down, while Simon and David were taking pictures of her. As soon as Xiaofang saw me, she shouted, "Sister! Run! Go!" Before I could react, Simon rushed over, grabbed my hair, and forcefully pressed my hands behind my back, pushing me to the other side of the bar where Xiaofang was bound. He then handcuffed my hands behind my back and bound them together with the iron bar.

Now Xiaofang and I were facing each other, both of our hands behind our backs, bound together with the iron bar, and unable to escape. At this moment, the most terrifying thing was about to happen.

Simon grinned lewdly and said, "Xiaofang, Xiaohua treats you as a good friend, but you've been deceiving her all along. I think that's very unfair." Xiaofang's face was pale, her eyes fixed on me, her lips trembling. Simon suddenly grabbed Xiaofang's skirt and said, "Let poor Xiaohua see your true colors." "No! No! I'll do anything, but please don't!" Xiaofang roared almost frantically. Simon and David laughed wildly, completely ignoring Xiaofang's pleas, lifting her skirt and tearing off her panties. "Don't look! Please don't look!" Xiaofang screamed and

twisted her body frantically, leaning forward as much as possible to try to cover her private parts with her upper body. Xiaofang 's

semi-erect penis was completely exposed, swaying from side to side with her struggles. I stared blankly at her private parts, my mind blank, not knowing whether to pretend to be surprised or scream. While I was still in a daze, Simon suddenly stuffed Xiaofang's panties into my mouth and then sealed my mouth tightly with tape. "Haha...ha...Strange, isn't it? Xiaofang, look at your beloved sister, she's not surprised at all! Haha..." The two perverts laughed until they were almost out of breath.

David took out his camera and showed me the screen, which was playing a video of me fucking Xiaofang. At that moment, panic gripped me. I made strange noises, my eyes widened, and tears streamed down my face. David laughed and placed the camera in front of Xiaofang. "Oh God! It's over! Everything is over! My friendship with Xiaofang, our mutual trust, my future—all of it has vanished in an instant." I thought to myself, overwhelmed with grief, anger, and fear.

Xiaofang suddenly calmed down, staring in disbelief at the screen as she was being sodomized. I bit my lower lip, closed my eyes, and dared not look at Xiaofang. Just then, Simon suddenly pulled down his pants, ripped my underwear, twisted my body to the side, and began vigorously fucking my anus. "Let me have some fun too!" David said with a laugh, as he inserted his penis into Xiaofang's anus. While

being fucked, I secretly glanced at Xiaofang. Seeing her expressionless face, being violated by David from both ends, I felt incredibly sad. After a while, they ejaculated inside me and Xiaofang. I glared angrily at Simon, signaling him to let us leave.

"The show's just beginning, my little beauties," Simon said with a laugh, pulling two things from his bag. They were the prostate massagers I recognized. He inserted the two massagers into my and Xiaofang's anuses respectively, turned them on, and secured them with tape. With the friction of the massagers, my and Xiaofang's penises swelled and grew, stretching straight forward.

Simon then tied two keys tightly to the ends of my and Xiaofang's penises with fishing line. "Those are the keys to unlock your handcuffs," Simon chuckled. "The batteries in the massagers can maintain vibration for more than two hours. It's 5 a.m. now, and dawn will break in an hour. This place will be packed with people exercising then, and you can ask them for help!" With that, Simon and David laughed wildly and left.

This was impossible. Xiaofang and I were dressed entirely as women, but our genitals were exposed, revealing large penises. I couldn't imagine the consequences of being discovered. I had to find a way to escape as quickly as possible.

At that moment, my mouth was gagged, preventing me from speaking. I secretly glanced at Xiaofang and saw her sitting blankly on the ground, expressionless. I regretted my actions and was furious that I had lost control that day and committed such a beastly act against my only friend. Just as I was filled with remorse, Xiaofang said something unexpected.

"I'm so glad..." Xiaofang said softly, "I'm so glad that the person that day was you, sister, and not those two devils." Tears welled up in my eyes. I wanted to say something, but my damn mouth was gagged, and I couldn't make a sound. "Sister Xiaohua, we need to leave as soon as possible. We can talk about other things later!" Xiaofang continued, "We can only take out the key when our penises are soft!" Xiaofang thought for a moment and then said, "Sister Xiaohua, lean forward as much as you can so I can try to help you ejaculate." I was startled by her words. "Sister, hurry! We don't have much time left," she urged.

As she instructed, I knelt on the ground, my handcuffs hooked to the iron post, leaning forward. Xiaofang knelt down in the same way, stretching her neck forward with all her might. My penis was right in front of her mouth. Xiaofang stuck out her tongue and gently licked my glans. The moment we touched it, I felt an electric shock, pleasure spreading rapidly throughout my body.

At the same time, enjoying the massager and Xiaofang's caresses, I felt an unprecedented pleasure. An orgasm erupted from deep within my rectum and from my glans. Xiaofang increased the speed of her licking, and a current suddenly surged through my body. Pleasure spread from between my legs to every corner of my body. My semen was about to shoot out like an arrow with the pleasure. I made strange noises, warning Xiaofang, but she ignored me and licked even harder. My first ejaculation was thus shot into her mouth.

Guided by Xiaofang's tongue, my semen shot all over her face, feeling incredibly wonderful. Time seemed to pass for centuries until all the love fluid in my body was drained, and only then did my body slowly calm down.

After ejaculating, my penis began to soften. I twisted my body violently, shaking the key off my penis, which fell to the ground. The key was covered in my semen. Xiaofang, disregarding the filth, touched the key with her tongue and then put it in her mouth. I turned around, stretched my arms behind me, and faced Xiaofang, asking her to unlock the door with the key she had in her mouth.

The handcuffs were off. I quickly tore off the tape sealing my mouth and said, "Xiao Fang... I..." Xiao Fang interrupted me, "Sister, help me unlock it! We're about to be seen!" It was already light, and we could vaguely hear voices coming from afar. Xiao Fang was right; the most urgent thing was to escape as soon as possible. I pulled on the key tied to Xiao Fang's penis. "Ouch, sister, don't pull it, it hurts!" Xiao Fang blushed and said softly, "Sister Xiao Hua, help me ejaculate..." Xiao Fang's penis was swollen and erect, throbbing slightly like a heartbeat. I held it in my hand and slowly stroked it back and forth. Xiao Fang let out beautiful moans with my movements.

The voices were getting closer, and I had to speed up to make Xiao Fang ejaculate as soon as possible. I stroked her penis with my right hand, lightly brushed her vulva with my left fingernails, and then gently licked her glans with my tongue. Xiaofang's breathing quickened, and suddenly her legs tightened. Her penis swelled to the point of bursting, and she murmured in a trembling voice, "Sister...sister, I love you..." Hot semen burst forth, pools of love fluid shooting onto my mouth, face, and hair. I continued to caress her penis until the last drop of semen flowed out.

After her penis softened, I took out the key, unlocked the handcuffs, and helped Xiaofang up, brushing the dust off her clothes.

People had already appeared in the small park; two old women stared at us with curious eyes. Just as I was about to leave, Xiaofang suddenly grabbed my arm, pulled me close, and pressed her lips to mine. I was startled and stole a glance at the old women, seeing them whispering, their expressions of surprise and disgust on their faces.

Never mind, I was feeling Xiaofang's gentle tongue, tasting the flavor of her saliva, and we embraced and kissed tightly. At that moment, nothing else mattered.

I thought to myself, there were no secrets between Xiaofang and me anymore, and Simon had nothing left to threaten us. This is a grave mistake; in fact, the true gates of hell have only just opened for us.

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