My Story with Sister Zhao, Part 20

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"Plop"
A thick, long penis, enveloped in liquid, slowly slid into a warm, moist vagina.
"Uh~" A woman's satisfied moan, trailing off into the air, faded away
. The man let out a low groan, whether from excitement or pain, it was unclear.
"Sizzle"
The penis slowly withdrew from the vagina, the squeezed vaginal walls immediately returning to their original shape.
The woman bit her lip, closed her eyes slightly, and slowly raised her head, the ends of her tied ponytail rubbing against her milky white back.
The man exhaled a long breath from his nose, as if he had used up all the oxygen in his body just now. "Plop"
The black cylinder plunged into the saliva-filled vagina again, this time faster and deeper. "Ugh" The man involuntarily arched his body, wanting to escape. But then he felt a tightness at the back of his head, and a huge, black penis slammed into his mouth, violently thrusting into his throat. The overwhelming urge to vomit could no longer be suppressed. "Ugh!" the man gagged, spitting out the enormous penis, along with his saliva and tears. He gasped for breath, trying to regain his balance, knowing this was just the beginning. The woman stood, looking down at the disheveled man kneeling before her, naked, with a ridiculous dog tail attached to his buttocks. Before she could even give the command, the man knelt up again, opening his lips once more to take the thick, long penis extending from his crotch into his mouth. His eyes were covered by stockings, only two wet spots visible, but his deeply sunken cheeks showed that he was exerting all his strength to please her. A
powerful current of pleasure coursed through the woman's body, converging in her lower abdomen. The woman closed her eyes, fantasizing that the enormous thing between her legs could come to life. She wanted to feel the man's mouth gripping her penis, she wanted to feel his tongue sliding over the bulging veins on her penis, she wanted to feel the glans rubbing against his throat, and most importantly, she wanted to feel ejaculation. She wanted to ejaculate into this man's throat, on his tongue, on his face, even on his hair. She wanted to use ejaculation to declare to the world that this man was hers. "Mmm..." The woman's sadistic desires were aroused. She wrapped the two pantyhose legs around the man's neck, crossed them, and then slowly tightened them. Now, she had control over the man's breathing.
A wicked smile appeared on the woman's lips. With one hand, she slowly tightened the pantyhose legs, and with the other, she pinched the man's nose. Her hips slowly thrust forward...
The man realized his mistress's intention. As his penis sealed the last valve, he took a deep breath
for a second. Two seconds, three seconds…
Watching the man between her legs, whose breathing was being controlled by her penis, the woman became increasingly excited. She continued to roll up her stockings, watching the flesh-colored silk slowly dig into the man's neck. Her eyes lit up. Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…
The man's suffocation intensified, and the penis in his mouth showed no sign of being withdrawn. Not wanting to disappoint the woman, the man suppressed his desire to struggle, keeping his mouth still open. His face beneath the stockings gradually turned red. Twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one.
The thirst for oxygen made the man's body tremble. Every second of endurance was a struggle, but for his mistress's pleasure for even one more second, the man continued to endure. His vision began to blur.
Forty-one, forty-two, forty-three…
The woman was somewhat surprised by the man's endurance, but she wanted to see his pain even more. The contorted face beneath the stockings slowly turned red, causing her vulva to secrete lubrication once more.
Forty-nine…
"Pfft!" The man could no longer endure it. His survival instinct made him jerk his head back, spitting out the strapone and gasping for air.
"Useless," the woman snorted, wrapping her arms around the base of his penis and slapping the man's cheek. The man, panting heavily, extended his tongue towards his penis.
The woman's heart skipped a beat, and she commanded, "Extend your tongue."
The man extended his tongue, panting, like a dog.
The woman shifted her feet slightly, pressed down on the slave's head, and stepped back gently. With her other hand, she grasped the black penis and slapped it against the man's extended tongue
. The woman excitedly used her "penis" to humiliate the man before her. Watching his eyes tightly closed beneath the nylon stockings, she quickened her pace. The soft surface of his tongue was slapped by the rubber, causing juices to splatter everywhere.
The man's tongue stung from the slapping, but he dared not move, enduring the pain with his eyes closed. Suddenly, his mouth was filled again, his throat pushed to the limit.
"Ugh!" The man once again suppressed a violent gagging reflex, obediently enveloping his mistress's glans with his throat. The discomfort brought tears to his eyes. He opened his eyes and met her gaze. There seemed to be a hint of pity in her eyes, but more than that, the satisfaction of conquest
overcame the physical discomfort. The man gave her a signal to continue.
The woman's eyes lit up. She stepped back, grabbed one leg of her pantyhose, and pulled the naked man to the sofa. She turned and sat down, spreading her white thighs, her vulva about to burst forth, glistening with love juice in the fireplace light. Her
black penis stood erect, defiantly displaying itself between her thighs. The man's Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed, and leaned forward
. I was giving Sister Zhao oral sex when her phone rang. My mouth didn't stop; my attention shifted to her ear.
Sister Zhao glanced at her phone, smiled mysteriously, looked at me, and tapped the screen. "Hello, Mr. Zhang," Sister Zhao's voice rose, but my heart sank, and I stopped what I was doing.
"Zhao Ru, have you arrived?" A deep male voice, all too familiar. I frowned and lifted my head. "I'm here." Sister Zhao pressed my head down, and my head swayed on her penis again. I was particularly bothered by the word she used: "I" instead of "we."
"Hmm, where's Xiao Liu?" Mr. Zhang was still thinking about me.
"He's in his room." Sister Zhao switched hands, leaned back on the sofa, and draped one leg over my shoulder. She pressed my head down with the inside of her calf.
"Then you'll be alone, hehe," Mr. Zhang's tone relaxed considerably. She asked me because she was worried about the conversation.
"Um, I'm at the hotel right now. What's up, Mr. Zhang?" The last sentence had a slightly raised tone, clearly teasing.
"Baby, I missed you again."
"You've missed me again after only a few days?" Sister Zhao laughed. I tried to sense if her laughter was genuine, but to my disappointment, she was genuinely happy. The conversation was just the beginning, and my jealousy was already boiling.
"That day in the office, it was too short."
"Hmph, it's because you were too fast," Sister Zhao teased. But I, who was "present" at the time, knew that Mr. Zhang's duration was indeed much longer than the average man's.
"Hahaha," Mr. Zhang laughed heartily, his voice on the phone sounding full of energy. "Okay, okay, it's my fault. I'll have to make it up to you."
"How will you make it up to me?" Sister Zhao smiled, but looked at me.
"What do you think? Don't you like my penis?" Hearing this, anger surged within me. But I still held back. Wasn't I enjoying my master's "penis" right now? I sighed inwardly, mechanically repeating the swallowing and spitting motion.
"You're so annoying!" Sister Zhao scolded playfully, lowering her legs and pushing my head back with one hand. The dildo was finally freed from the confinement of my mouth, exposed to the air, still as erect as ever.
"So tell me, how are you going to satisfy me with your penis?" The woman pressed my head down with one hand, holding the phone in the other, smiling as she stared at my face.
I was at a loss, and could only kneel before my mistress, listening to her flirting with my boss.
"Baby, I want you to suck me until it's big first." Mr. Zhang's voice softened, but I could still hear it clearly.
"Oh, really? Wait a minute." Sister Zhao's eyes lit up as she stared at me.
"Oh? What's wrong?"
"Don't rush, wait a minute." Then Sister Zhao pressed a button on her phone and said to me, "The sound performance is all up to you. Don't give anything away, hehe."
Performance? I was wondering when the thick glans was inserted into my mouth, and Sister Zhao's voice came from above again, "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a special service. Listen carefully." Then Sister Zhao began to moan softly into the phone, "Mmm, mmm, oh, hiss."
My goddess was right in front of me with another man,
a phone held to my mouth. The screen displayed the three words "Zhang Shiwu."
Sister Zhao didn't reply, but patted my head, signaling me to start.
I had no choice but to suck Sister Zhao's penis again with my mouth and tongue, carefully avoiding making "mmm" or "oh" sounds
. To be honest, performing oral sex for another man... The sounds made me very uncomfortable, as if the phone was connecting my mouth to Mr. Zhang's penis. Sister Zhao covered her mouth and laughed, enjoying my performance.
Heavy breathing came from the other end of the phone. I felt that the man on the other end of the phone had been aroused, being... This feeling made me very awkward.
Perhaps afraid of being exposed, Sister Zhao picked up the phone and breathed softly into the receiver, whispering, "Your penis is so big, it's making my mouth tired." Then she smacked her lips, making a slurred, seductive sound,
"Baby, keep going, just like that, I'm almost there."
"Mmm, mmm," Sister Zhao responded, then put the phone back to my mouth and gave me a wink. I started doing oral sex again, satisfying another man's desire for Sister Zhao.
As the breathing on the other end of the phone became more labored, Sister Zhao's expression became more and more intoxicated.
If this was what my mistress wanted, I closed my eyes. What did this discomfort matter? I made loud sucking noises, and a soft groan came from the phone…
Sister Zhao smiled with satisfaction, patted my head, took a small step back, and pulled the black rubber from my mouth. I took a deep breath but dared not make a sound, my heart slowly filled with self-loathing.
“How is it, are you satisfied?” Sister Zhao held the phone in one hand and my head in the other, pacing around me. “Baby, you’re absolutely amazing.” Mr. Zhang’s breathing was still a little unsteady on the other end of the phone. “Even when you’re not around, you’re still just as alluring.”
“Hehehe, then I’ll take that as a compliment.” Sister Zhao’s hand gently stroked my hair. As if to soothe me, I comfortably raised my head, squinted my eyes, and enjoyed my mistress's caresses. The gloom in my heart was blown away.
"Okay, we'll talk when I get back. That's all." When I came to my senses, Sister Zhao had finished her phone call and was standing at me with a smile on her face, one hand still on my head.
"Little sex slave." Sister Zhao slowly removed the dildo from her crotch, teasing me as she did so. "Looks like you really have a talent for serving men, hehe."
I shook my head desperately, making muffled protests. Sister Zhao pressed my head down. "Don't shake! Just now, seeing how slutty you were, I was so excited. Look."
I looked down, and Sister Zhao's vulva was glistening. I knew that it was already overflowing with desire.
"Come on, after serving the big boss, it's time to serve your mistress too." Sister Zhao twisted her legs, and the dildo fell to the ground with a thud between her legs. The mistress turned around and walked to the sofa, sitting down along the edge. "What are you standing there for?" Sister Zhao saw me in a daze and beckoned to me with her finger. I hurriedly crawled over, using both hands and feet. "Do you know what to do?" Sister Zhao smiled and looked down at me, slowly opening her legs. I nodded blankly, my vision filled only with that slowly opening door.
"Then hurry up and lick it!" The mistress used her calves to hook my head forward, and the burning heat between her legs made me realize how strong her sexual desire was.
I straightened my tongue and slowly inserted it into that wet and hot passage, and a satisfied moan came from above. I knew that my tongue was too short to continue pleasing my mistress, so I followed the fleshy folds upwards, collecting all her nectar into my mouth. The tip of my tongue continued to wander, finally touching the sensitive spot of my mistress's desire. With the touch of my tongue, my mistress's thigh trembled, and one hand pressed down on my head, her fingers tugging at my hair. I received my mistress's command and began to satisfy this burning body.
"Ah~ yes, so good~" Sister Zhao shifted her jade buttocks to maximize the pleasure of oral sex. "Faster, yes, like that, hold it, ahh~ cover it with your mouth, suck."
I covered Sister Zhao's vulva with my lips, slowly narrowing the area until only the clitoris was left in my mouth. Then I used the tip of my tongue to pick up the clitoris, and began to slowly suck. My master's body reaction told me that I was doing it right, which made me work even harder.
"Hmm, hmm, not bad, tongue." Sister Zhao's command came again. "I'm almost there."
I quickly released my lips and began to frantically lick my master's clitoris with the tip of my tongue. The pull between my hair conveyed the signal from my master's body. I knew she was about to climax...
"Ah!" Then came a long sigh. Sister Zhao's body trembled, telling me that I had finished serving her. I prepared to get up to get some tissues to wipe myself, but Sister Zhao blocked me with her leg.
"Don't move." Sister Zhao stretched her waist and turned her lower body back towards my face. "Master doesn't want to move anymore," Sister Zhao said lazily, looking at me with a coquettish tone. "
I'll just store it in your body for now." My penis, which had just softened, immediately hardened, and my mouth opened to its maximum extent, as if a switch had been pried open. Master, I was more than happy to oblige.
"Hehe, so good," Master stroked my back with her foot, then frowned slightly. I swallowed, waiting for the holy water to arrive
. Whoosh... The first stream of urine hit my throat directly, almost making me gasp for breath. The hot liquid gathered in my mouth, forming a vortex, and my esophagus opened and closed rapidly, pouring large amounts of this nectar into my stomach. A warm sensation spread through my stomach and esophagus. "This is my master's body temperature," I thought dreamily, unaware that Sister Zhao had already finished using the toilet.
"Little glutton, still not enough?" Sister Zhao pushed me away by stepping on my shoulder, then leaned back on the sofa with a sigh of relief.
"Master, let me clean you up." I was still unsatisfied and wanted to continue burying my face between Sister Zhao's legs, but she pushed me back with her foot.
"Master just had her fun and is tired. Get me a blanket, I'm going to sleep for a while."
"Yes." I got up and went back to the bedroom to get a blanket. When I came out, Sister Zhao was already asleep,
lying on her side with heavy breathing. I tiptoed over and covered her with the blanket. Her eyelids fluttered, and she patted the sofa in front of her with her hazy eyes, gesturing for me to sit down. After I sat down, she raised her head and rested it on my lap, gave a satisfied smile, and then closed her eyes and fell asleep. Her soft black hair was scattered on my lap, a little itchy, and the scent of shampoo on her hair was intoxicating. I tucked a few stray hairs behind her ear, then gently exhaled, realizing that I could still taste Sister Zhao's flavor in my mouth. I swallowed awkwardly. "Let's leave it like this."
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