You arrange it, I said to Lao Gun.
I don’t know why, but after this period, I have lost interest in training projects.What I care more about is Ying'er's psychological changes.
The power of habit is terrible. After just four weeks, Ying'er no longer felt shy under the old gun's crotch.
Even though I still ask to hold my hand when I am inserted by the old gun every day, my slender waist has begun to learn to twist to cater to the old gun's cock, so that every time I insert it, I can reach the ultimate of intercourse.
Is Ying'er still forced to treat me?Or is the lustful beast in her heart already accidentally breaking through the shackles of her rationality and slowly starting to influence her body and mind?
Ying'er's limit of lust, the lustful disease of the Zhao woman attracted me like a magical force, but after finding out the answer, will I become like a man who saw Medusa's eyes, instantly turning into an angry stone?
I walked back to the bedroom.After the orgasm, Ying'er was lying on the bed and gasping gently, enjoying the aftertaste after the orgasm.
I lay between her legs, watching the old gun's sticky white semen flowing out of her red and swollen pussy.
Husband... Ying'er turned around.
You lie down
I carefully used my fingers to dip the semen and rubbed Ying'er's vagina.
Ah…husband…what are you…what are you going to do…
I didn't answer her, but just inserted my finger straight into her vagina.This is the first time I have entered Ying'er's body in a few weeks.
Husband...you...you want it too?...Ah...
I don’t know what method Lao Qian used, or whether he was indeed better at it, Ying'er’s body was made more sensitive than before by him.
The fingers I just inserted could feel the twitching of my vagina and the grip that tightened my fingers.
I looked at my unsatisfied lower body, and felt a pain in my heart as if it was cut by a knife.
Wife...If I...have been like this all my life and can't be hard for the rest of my life, what should you do?
Husband...No...you will be fine...Ah... Ying'er moaned and replied.
I mean, if, if I am really unfortunate, I will continue like this for the rest of my life?I asked Ying'er in pain.
Husband...you fuck me like this...however...how can I talk to you...Ah...no...no...no...
Thinking that I was masturbating my wife with other men's semen, an inexplicable revenge mentality made me speed up the speed of my arm twitching.
Ah...husband...you are like this...will people come...Ah...husband...
explain!Will you abandon me?I roared wildly.
Ying'er turned a deaf ear to my questions. At this moment, she might have been overwhelmed by lust.
Husband...husband...quick...quick...husband...come and lick my little Doudou...quick...quick...te and lick my little Doudou...quick...quick...
Looking at Ying'er's red, swollen and raised clitoris, I hesitated.
I have a natural sense of repulsion for semen. Not to mention other people's, I don't want to smell the semen I ejaculated.
At this time, Ying'er's vagina was penetrated by my fingers and rushed, and it was covered with semen from the old gun.
Hurry... Husband... Doudou really wants to be licked... Uncle Lin will add Doudou every time...
When I heard Lao Gun's name, I was jealous and couldn't control the choking semen. I bent down and put Ying'er's entire vagina into my mouth.
Ah…husband…you’re so hot…
Without caring about the bitterness of the semen, I stuck out my tongue and drew a circle around Ying'er's clitoris.
Well... um... you licked me so well... Husband... I really like you licked it like this
Seeing that the time had come, I tightened my tongue and began to attack Ying'er's clitoris head.
Ying'er instantly began to moan wildly.
Ah…Ah…Ah…I can’t stand it anymore…Ah…I’m coming…I’m really coming…Ah…Uncle Lin…Uncle Lin, fuck me to death…Ah…
A stream of vaginal fluid was then sprayed into my mouth.Ying'er's eyes were dull, and accompanied by the crazy twitching of her vagina, she collapsed on the bed and lost consciousness.
I spit all the foreign objects in my mouth on the ground and sat on the side of the bed.Ying'er's last moan before orgasm hurt me deeply.
I don’t blame Ying'er. During this period, the regular sexual intercourse with Lao Qiang has been linked Lao Qiang to orgasm in Ying'er’s consciousness.Is this what Lao Gun mentioned physical dependence?
Woo... Woo...
Ying'er's cry came from beside her.
Baby, what's wrong with you?I quickly turned around and wrapped Ying'er in my arms.
I don't know why I am like this...but I can't stop... Woo...
Ying'er was already crying.
Good wife, what did you do wrong?My husband likes to see you like this and to see you climax.I hugged the limp Ying'er tightly in my arms and said.
Woo... Woo... But... But... I feel sorry for my husband... I feel so uncomfortable...
How could I feel good in my heart?
But desire is like an invisible pusher behind me, and I can no longer stop.
I want more and more intense stimulation. The three ultimate training that Lao Gun once mentioned are my last bet and my only hope for physical recovery.
Wife... Maybe I... I will... like this all my life... You may have to slowly adapt to this kind of life... because your husband... you can't give it to you...
I choked up as I spoke.Thinking of what if I really told this for the rest of my life, what's the point of living?
No!!!Husband, you won’t!!!I will definitely get you back... Woo...
Seeing me frustrated, Ying'er felt even more uncomfortable.It's been so long since the incident happened, she is still blaming myself for my accident.
I hugged Ying'er's tears while wiping her.
My husband knows that you have sacrificed a lot, and this is what my husband owe you.If you really can't stand this kind of life, let's leave here today.
Ying'er hugged me tightly and said softly
I...I can bear it...I just feel bad... Especially when my body feels, I feel even more sad... But the more I feel sorry for you... the more physical stimulation I feel, I am... I hate my body so much... Woo...
Ying'er, who finally calmed down, was told to cry again.
I don’t care what others think, my husband is like this kind of wife, and I love you so much that I almost go crazy, haha I said with a smile.
I always feel that you are punishing me, and I am punishing myself.Do you really... really like to see me like this?...You must be comforting me again, um...
Of course it is true, haven’t I told you this all the time.It's just... it's just that my husband wants to see you look even more lewd, my husband wants to see you let go of all his worries, my husband wants to see your limit
Ying'er raised her swollen eyes and saw me pretending to be serious and burst into tears.
You cuckold husband, aren’t you afraid that I will run away with others?
To be fair, I'm really afraid.
Don't be afraid.My husband still has this confidence.My husband just wants to see how much you can let go. Whenever you do something unexpected to your husband, your husband will be able to get unprecedented stimulation.I don’t know if it’s my recent illusion, but I’m already feeling tingling when I’m excited. This is the result of your efforts these days.
Ying'erfu looked at me, played with my soft cock with her little hands, and said to me gently
Husband, I am willing to do anything for you.
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Ying'er won't get lost, right?It's almost an hour late
I paced back and forth in the room and asked Lao Gun anxiously.
Alas... You have asked me about this urgent temper for almost eight times.Xiaoying is so smart, how could she not find this place? It’s time to get off work, so there must be traffic jams on the road. Don’t be impatient.
I had no choice but to collapse on the sofa.Thinking back to the fact that before going out, Lao Qian handed Ying'er a piece of paper and asked her to take a taxi to the hotel to meet.I don’t know what the old gun gourd sells.
This is an economical hotel not far from Dongcheng Financial Center. Most of the accommodations are salesmen from other companies who come to Beijing for business trips.
Walking in the simple lobby, you can hear the guests with various accents clamoring at the front desk.
After entering the door, Lao Gun took me to the second floor without registering.
On both sides of the not-so-spacious one-shaped corridor on the second floor, there are more than a dozen rooms arranged in an interlaced manner.
In front of a room in the middle of the corridor, Lao Gun swiped the magnetic card that he had found from his wallet and took me into this one-bedroom and one-living room luxury suite.
Speaking of luxury, the furnishings in the house are incomparable to star-rated hotels, but the space is really not small.
I didn't ask much, and I knew that Lao Qian had his place to stay everywhere in the capital.
What are you going to do today?I came to my senses and asked Lao Gun.
Didn’t you say, don’t you want to know the plot in advance?Lao Gun smiled and answered me.
Alas, it was our first time out after all, and I sighed.
Don't worry.The first time I won’t go too far. Lao Qian said that Xiaoying’s body is easier to get into the situation than her mother, but Xiaoying’s psychological resistance is much greater than her mother.Of course, this is also something you deserve to be happy with.Her mother and Lao Duan are half-way couples, and emotional maintenance is basically done by doing it. They are not as emotional as you are
I can hear a little bit of envy from Lao Gun's voice, oh no, it should be said that it is a little bit of jealousy?
Xiaoying is very shameful, and this is the theme I want to train today.Shame is a very mysterious thing. If it is not handled well, it will increase instead of decreasing.Of course, you don’t have to worry. Her shame will not be completely relieved. You will also find it boring if you are shameless.
Well, you can master it.I thought to myself, this old guy is too cunning, so I will be prepared for him sooner or later.
While speaking, the door was knocked lightly a few times.
It was Ying'er who arrived, so I went to open the door and I jumped up from the sofa.
Slowly, you can see if it is Xiaoying first, don’t open the door immediately. Lao Qian also stood up from the sofa.
Looking out from the cat's eyes on the door, I saw a beautiful woman standing anxiously outside the door, looking around from time to time, constantly knocking on the door softly, as if she didn't dare to knock too loudly, feeling afraid of being discovered by others.
Isn't this Ying'er or who?
Ying'er wrapped the big waves that had been permed on top of her head today with a silver bun.
Her face was covered with heavy makeup that was rarely seen in normal times, and her whole body was wrapped tightly in a gray windbreaker, which was a little out of tune with this stuffy season.
The shiny flesh shreds on the calf reflected the dim light in the corridor, and a pair of stockings and feet were wrapped in transparent crystal steel pipe high heels, walking back and forth in front of the door.
To be honest, with the environment of this economical hotel, Ying'er looks like she is doing special services...
Wife, you have finally arrived, I'm almost in a hurry, I said behind the door.
husband?Is it you?Quick... Open the door quickly. I can hear that Ying'er seemed very anxious.
The old gun blocked my hand that was about to open the door, patted my shoulder, and signaled me to give him a seat.
The old gun drew the door chain silently and opened the door a crack.Ying'er, who leaned over and faced the door, said.
Come?Did you do as I arranged for you?
My lips were dry and I leaned my eyes tightly against the cat's eyes. The long-awaited training was about to begin.
Yes, Ying'er nodded.
Show me the old gun orders.
Ying'er turned her head and looked around the corridor.It is dinner time now, and since there is no restaurant in the hotel, most people should have gone out to eat, and the corridor is particularly quiet.
Despite this, Ying'er hesitated for a moment. After confirming that there was no one around, she slowly unbuttoned the buttons of the windbreaker and opened a slit to both sides.
My heartbeat accelerated, and it turned out that Ying'er only wore a set of sexy underwear in her windbreaker.When I saw this strange style, I knew that it must have been prepared by Lao Gun for her.
The black lace bra was hung on Ying'er's shoulder with a thin belt. The lace fabric that was less than a slap set off the faint nipples, and the size could not cover Ying'er's 34D's big breasts.
The air conditioning in the corridor blew into Ying'er's open windbreaker, causing her to tremble a few times. A crisp ringtone came. I just noticed that the bra's tits were open-mouthed, and the familiar pair of bell tits were shaking on the pretty erect nipples.
Although the lower body cannot be seen clearly due to light, I think the style should be a thong with an open mouth like a bra.
I whispered to Lao Qiang, "You really have it, what are Ying'er wearing underneath?"
Your husband said he couldn't see clearly, so you stood back and opened your clothes a little wider. Lao Gun deliberately said to Ying'er loudly.
Ying'er was stunned for a moment, looked up at the kitten's eyes on the door, knowing that her husband was peeping at her behind the door, which seemed to give her a reason to continue.
Ying'er confirmed it again, moved two steps back, stood in the middle of the corridor, and pulled the windbreaker to both sides.
With the dim light in the corridor, I realized that she was not wearing a thong on her lower body, but a wearable massager. The purple vibrator was fixed in the position of her clitoris by the massager, and was still shaking constantly.
No wonder Ying'er kept trembling. It turned out that she had been through this way.
Just as I was immersed in Ying'er's lustfulness, the elevator door diagonally opposite Ying'er was suddenly opened, and two middle-aged men in Sichuan dialect came out.
Ying'er quickly closed her windbreaker, jumped to the door a few steps, put her body on the crack of the door, and begged us in a crying voice.
Husband... Husband... Open the door quickly...
The two men were also stunned for a moment, then they whispered and laughed loudly, slowly walking behind Ying'er, but their eyes never left her body.
After we heard a sound of hitting the door, Ying'er continued to start her begging.
Husband...husband...
After finding that calling me was useless, Ying'er gradually changed her mouth
Master...Master...I want to go to the bathroom...I can't help it...
Looking at Ying'er's anxious look, I think she is really out of reach.
Lao Qian saw my concerns and whispered to me that she was still early, don’t speak out.
Then he turned around and said to Ying'er
You are late today, so you have to accept punishment.But I'm sorry that this is your first time coming out, so I'll give you a chance.Let's play a game, and if you win, I will open the door and let you in.
Ying'er had no choice but to nod helplessly.
Take off the windbreaker and give it to me. If you can stand still in the corridor for ten seconds and don’t move, I will immediately open the door. How about it?
Ten seconds is not a long time, and Ying'er has no way out. Besides, Ying'er knows better than anyone else that if she doesn't do what Lao Gun wants, she will have no hope of coming in.
Then... I agreed... I just had ten seconds... don't lie to me...
Ying'er quickly checked around with her eyes, and turned around and checked the elevator entrance several times. She mustered up the courage, opened her arms that were tightly embracing the windbreaker, and took off her clothes.
Then he quickly handed it to the old gun through the crack of the door.
Ying'er, who was almost naked, closed her legs tightly against the crack of the door.
How can I start timing if you do this?Standing in the middle of the corridor, Lao Gun said impatiently.
Ying'er, who had no cover, dared not delay and could only do so.
Under the dim white lights in the corridor, Ying'er's pink skin emits a pale luster.
She blocked her chest with one hand and covered her lower body with the other, retreated to the center of the corridor, but her legs kept trembling, and the vaginal fluid left a long watermark on the inside of the flesh-colored stockings.
It was obvious that Ying'er was trying to restrain herself from crying. She kept looking around, afraid that someone would rush out of the corridor at this time.
One, two, three... Lao Gun began to count slowly.
Ying'er was so nervous that she trembled all over and simply closed her eyes.
Six, seven, eight...
The old gunman had an extra small black remote control on his face, and a wicked smile appeared on his face, and he pressed one of the buttons.
Ah!!!Ying'er screamed, walked forward for two steps, and squatted down at the door.
You...you...wuwu...don't turn on the inside...close it quickly...it's too strong, I can't stand it...I'll be here...wuwu...Ying'er squatted in the gap in the door, crying and moaning.
Want to come?Not that easy for you.
Lao Gun pressed another button.Bent down and smiled at Ying'er outside the crack of the door.
You lost
Woo...husband...save me...
Ying'er was crying, but she kept holding it up and didn't dare to cry too loudly, for fear of attracting others' attention.
Listening to Ying'er's call for help, I felt heart-wrenching and almost pulled the door open several times, but Lao Gun was prepared. The door chain that had just been drawn was not only to prevent Ying'er from breaking into the house, but also to be afraid that I could not help but open the door from inside.
As a punishment, put this eye mask and earplugs on.Look at how talented you are today. If you are obedient, I will let you in after wearing it.
The old gun threw a black velvet eye mask and two small orange plastic soft plugs into Ying'er along the crack of the door.
This time, Ying'er did not hesitate at all. She hurriedly picked up the things from the ground, put on her eye mask, stuffed her earplugs, and squatted on the ground anxiously waiting.
Lao Qian knew that this first step should not be too fast. Before Ying'er fully adapted to this environment, the too radical means caused Ying'er to rebound.
Lao Gun signaled me to open the door and said to Ying'er under me.
Come in, slut, haven’t you shown enough for anyone?
I saw Ying'er restless, but she had no intention of coming in.
Lao Qian and I were stunned for a moment, and then he patted his head and said, "Haha... I forgot that these earbuds are specially designed for German industrial grade. She can't hear them when we say this. You have to go to her ear and say louder."
Wife, the door is open, I attached it to Ying'er's ear and shouted loudly.
Ying'er, who was sitting on the ground with a high heel of more than ten centimeters of steel pipes, was pitch black in front of her and she could not hear any sound. She couldn't find a sense of balance at all, so she didn't dare to try to stand up. She had to climb into the house in three steps in two steps.
After entering the room, Ying'er collapsed on the floor of the living room with relief.
The vibrator that vibrates continuously will not be able to be so beautiful. For Ying'er, who has temporarily lost her vision and hearing, her body's perception is more concentrated in the waves of numbness below her.
Before she could adjust her breath, accompanied by the gradual rapid moaning, Ying'er fell to the verge of orgasm again.
I was about to go over and help her up, but accidentally discovered something strange behind her.
It turned out that there was a little tail behind her.
It was a small section of the anus, and most of the section in front was not in Ying'er's anus.
No wonder she was walking outside the door so weirdly. It turned out that the two lustful holes under her were always stimulated by vibrator and pull beads at the same time.
The old gun snatched me in front of me, reached out and unbuttoned Ying'er's lower body. The entire wearable massager slid down from her waist. A small massager attached to it also slid out of Ying'er's vagina and fell on the floor.
The massage rod roll attached to the large piece of vaginal fluid that was brought out, buzzing, and jumping wildly on the floor.
Losing the source of stimulation, Ying'er seemed a little at a loss. She reached out and groped behind her, as if she was looking for something, but she didn't dare to do it too obviously.
Stop looking for it, slut, I'll have fun with you later.Let’s talk about it, how did you feel outside just now?Lao Gun kicked the massage stick aside and leaned into Ying'er's ear and said to her.
Too embarrassed...too embarrassed
Ying'er's answer was unexpectedly loud.We were a little surprised, but we immediately understood the reason.When a person's ears are blocked, it is difficult to control his own volume.
I was so embarrassed that I still had a lot of vaginal fluid?
Lao Gun stretched out his feet, dipped in Ying'er's sticky transparent vaginal fluid, rubbing against the inner side of her thighs.
Ying'er no longer dodged at some point, but instead raised her buttocks slightly, as if she was still feeling a little unfulfilled.
With an eye mask and earplugs, the perception will be more concentrated on the lower body, which will be more enjoyable. Lao Gun explained to me, while picking up the other end of the dog leash from the ground and pulling it hard. Ying'er screamed and was pulled up from the ground.
It's not time for you to be sexy yet, and you'll have to walk your owner after being a bitch.
The old gun holding the dog leash had no intention of being pity, and he took Ying'er around in the open living room.
Because her eyes were covered, Ying'er, who had no direction on the ground, could only tentatively crawl forward little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little.
I held my breath and looked excitedly at my wife being led around the house by an old gun like a bitch.
In the quiet suite, there were laughter and scolding from old guns to insult Ying'er from time to time, and the lewd sound of half-pull-pull-pinching beads slapping their buttocks on their buttocks.
While walking, Lao Qiang pretended to describe my reaction to the invisible Ying'er.
Bitch, your husband thinks you are not sexy enough like this. It looks boring and seems to be leaving.
I sat on the sofa, watching Lao Gun continue to perform.
Ying'er, who was still trying to adapt to the old gun, suddenly panicked and raised her head and shouted.
Husband...husband...don't leave...I can update...
What more?Lao Gun asked loudly
More...more sexy... Ying'er said it almost with tears
Lao Gun slapped Ying'er's pink buttocks, and instantly five finger marks remained on Ying'er's big butt.
Ah...Don't beat me...I can be even more sexy...I'm even cheaper...husband...please don't leave...
Looking at the slap mark on Ying'er, my heart was extremely complicated.
Although I hope to see Ying'er being trained in line with my wishes, and I also know that the old gun training will not be too out of line, deep down I still cannot accept that Ying'er's body was violently abused. No matter what, she is still my beloved wife, but our way of expressing love is different from that of ordinary people.
I signaled that Lao Qian could not hit Ying'er again, Lao Qian shook his head helplessly and had to agree.
However, the old gun, who never suffered losses, also pushed me into the army, and he also said nodded to me, and I had to express my meaning if this is the case.
I looked at Ying'er lying on the ground trembling, and became cruel, walked to her side and leaned over and said in her ear.
If you do what Uncle Lin said, your husband won’t leave.You just did a good job, my husband is already feeling hot
Husband...you really want me...
Ying'er lowered her head, unable to speak anymore.
I knew she was fighting her shame at this time.
The vibrator massage that had just been almost two hours had already made Ying'er lose her mind and lustful. The tenacious sense of shame in her heart was the last defensive barrier in her heart, but it was about to collapse.
Lao Qian is right. Ying'er can get into the situation at any time. She often only lacks a reason.
To Ah, show your husband the treacherous appearance of your bitch, he might suddenly become hard, hahaha. Lao Gun is very experienced in grasping people. When he said this at this time, he was like pushing Ying'er who had already stepped out of the edge of a cliff.
I thought to myself, you old guy, are so fucking sinister.
Hearing that he was going to save her husband, Ying'er sniffed and wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hands, as if she had decided.
Tell us, what are you?Lao Gun squatted beside Ying'er and began to test her reaction.
I...I am a bitch, Ying'er replied in tears.
Is the bitch a bad guy?
……cheap……
Is the bitch sexy?
...sexy...
Lao Qian suddenly turned his head and asked me loudly. Do you think your bitch’s wife’s pussy is bad?.
Bad... My wife's pussy is like a bitch, it's all bad pussy. I deliberately walked to Ying'er and shouted in her ear.
Tell your bitch wife, what do you want her?Lao Gun continued to ask me.
I...I want her to become a shameless bitch, a slut whore who can be as good as her husband
I answered the old gun's question tremblingly.
Ying'er's breathing became gradually rapid at this moment.
My words may have once again aroused Ying'er's desire for psychological abuse.
This is exactly what Lao Qian asked me about. He might have seen Ying'er's hobby in this regard.
Have you heard your husband?Bitch Lao Gun turned his head to ask Ying'er.
Um……
Tell me, what does your husband miss you?
Miss me... I want me to become a bitch, a slut... Ying'er choked and answered.
What do you think about now?Lao Qian sneered, dipped his fingers into the vaginal fluid on the inner side of Ying'er's thighs and wandered around her perineum. This was one of the most sensitive parts of Ying'er's body.
Ying'er was touched and twisted on the ground, wanting to refuse and greet her.
Bitch... The bitch is going into heat, the bitch's slutty pussy is itchy and wants to be fucked by the dog's cock. Ying'er said loudly in a crying voice.
I couldn't see Ying'er's tears behind the velvet eye mask, but I had already felt Ying'er's psychological change.
I know that her earlier words of echoing Lao Gun were probably not from the bottom of her heart, but were told to me.
However, from her simple repeated Lao Gun's question to consciously adding her imagination to answering, I found that she had gradually brought herself into this scene, which means that her lustfulness had begun to show.
I just like to see you bitch in heat in front of your husband. Come on, let's take a walk of your wife.
As he said that, Lao Gun handed the dog leash to my hand, walked to the entrance and opened the door to the corridor outside the house.
At this moment, I fully understood the project of Lao Qian training Ying'er today. The venue he trained today was not in this room.
This explained all my previous questions, why did he ask Ying'er to bring eye masks and earplugs before entering the house, and why did he keep walking her back and forth in the house.It was all the old gun deliberately making Ying'er lose her sense of direction.
And this also explains why he brought us into this designated room, because the floor of this suite is consistent with the corridor.
All these careful arrangements are so that when we take Ying'er out of the room, she will not have the awareness of changing the venue and will always be in a space she thinks is relatively safe. This is psychologically easier for Ying'er, who has just begun to receive humiliation and training.
I have never doubted Lao Qian's skill in this regard, but I feel a little scary about his meticulous arrangements.
But when I thought that we might be caught by other guests in the corridor after a while, I was so excited that I shivered all over and my legs were a little weak.
Ying'er knew nothing about what was going to happen now, and slowly climbed out of the door as I was pulled by the dog leash.
Cheap hotel, dim lights, musty corridors, a crawling naked young woman, and bursts of moans.
This lustful everything stimulated the sensory nerves of my whole body. I clearly felt the heavy impact of my heart, as if it would jump out of my body at any time.
I don’t know why, but after this period, I have lost interest in training projects.What I care more about is Ying'er's psychological changes.
The power of habit is terrible. After just four weeks, Ying'er no longer felt shy under the old gun's crotch.
Even though I still ask to hold my hand when I am inserted by the old gun every day, my slender waist has begun to learn to twist to cater to the old gun's cock, so that every time I insert it, I can reach the ultimate of intercourse.
Is Ying'er still forced to treat me?Or is the lustful beast in her heart already accidentally breaking through the shackles of her rationality and slowly starting to influence her body and mind?
Ying'er's limit of lust, the lustful disease of the Zhao woman attracted me like a magical force, but after finding out the answer, will I become like a man who saw Medusa's eyes, instantly turning into an angry stone?
I walked back to the bedroom.After the orgasm, Ying'er was lying on the bed and gasping gently, enjoying the aftertaste after the orgasm.
I lay between her legs, watching the old gun's sticky white semen flowing out of her red and swollen pussy.
Husband... Ying'er turned around.
You lie down
I carefully used my fingers to dip the semen and rubbed Ying'er's vagina.
Ah…husband…what are you…what are you going to do…
I didn't answer her, but just inserted my finger straight into her vagina.This is the first time I have entered Ying'er's body in a few weeks.
Husband...you...you want it too?...Ah...
I don’t know what method Lao Qian used, or whether he was indeed better at it, Ying'er’s body was made more sensitive than before by him.
The fingers I just inserted could feel the twitching of my vagina and the grip that tightened my fingers.
I looked at my unsatisfied lower body, and felt a pain in my heart as if it was cut by a knife.
Wife...If I...have been like this all my life and can't be hard for the rest of my life, what should you do?
Husband...No...you will be fine...Ah... Ying'er moaned and replied.
I mean, if, if I am really unfortunate, I will continue like this for the rest of my life?I asked Ying'er in pain.
Husband...you fuck me like this...however...how can I talk to you...Ah...no...no...no...
Thinking that I was masturbating my wife with other men's semen, an inexplicable revenge mentality made me speed up the speed of my arm twitching.
Ah...husband...you are like this...will people come...Ah...husband...
explain!Will you abandon me?I roared wildly.
Ying'er turned a deaf ear to my questions. At this moment, she might have been overwhelmed by lust.
Husband...husband...quick...quick...husband...come and lick my little Doudou...quick...quick...te and lick my little Doudou...quick...quick...
Looking at Ying'er's red, swollen and raised clitoris, I hesitated.
I have a natural sense of repulsion for semen. Not to mention other people's, I don't want to smell the semen I ejaculated.
At this time, Ying'er's vagina was penetrated by my fingers and rushed, and it was covered with semen from the old gun.
Hurry... Husband... Doudou really wants to be licked... Uncle Lin will add Doudou every time...
When I heard Lao Gun's name, I was jealous and couldn't control the choking semen. I bent down and put Ying'er's entire vagina into my mouth.
Ah…husband…you’re so hot…
Without caring about the bitterness of the semen, I stuck out my tongue and drew a circle around Ying'er's clitoris.
Well... um... you licked me so well... Husband... I really like you licked it like this
Seeing that the time had come, I tightened my tongue and began to attack Ying'er's clitoris head.
Ying'er instantly began to moan wildly.
Ah…Ah…Ah…I can’t stand it anymore…Ah…I’m coming…I’m really coming…Ah…Uncle Lin…Uncle Lin, fuck me to death…Ah…
A stream of vaginal fluid was then sprayed into my mouth.Ying'er's eyes were dull, and accompanied by the crazy twitching of her vagina, she collapsed on the bed and lost consciousness.
I spit all the foreign objects in my mouth on the ground and sat on the side of the bed.Ying'er's last moan before orgasm hurt me deeply.
I don’t blame Ying'er. During this period, the regular sexual intercourse with Lao Qiang has been linked Lao Qiang to orgasm in Ying'er’s consciousness.Is this what Lao Gun mentioned physical dependence?
Woo... Woo...
Ying'er's cry came from beside her.
Baby, what's wrong with you?I quickly turned around and wrapped Ying'er in my arms.
I don't know why I am like this...but I can't stop... Woo...
Ying'er was already crying.
Good wife, what did you do wrong?My husband likes to see you like this and to see you climax.I hugged the limp Ying'er tightly in my arms and said.
Woo... Woo... But... But... I feel sorry for my husband... I feel so uncomfortable...
How could I feel good in my heart?
But desire is like an invisible pusher behind me, and I can no longer stop.
I want more and more intense stimulation. The three ultimate training that Lao Gun once mentioned are my last bet and my only hope for physical recovery.
Wife... Maybe I... I will... like this all my life... You may have to slowly adapt to this kind of life... because your husband... you can't give it to you...
I choked up as I spoke.Thinking of what if I really told this for the rest of my life, what's the point of living?
No!!!Husband, you won’t!!!I will definitely get you back... Woo...
Seeing me frustrated, Ying'er felt even more uncomfortable.It's been so long since the incident happened, she is still blaming myself for my accident.
I hugged Ying'er's tears while wiping her.
My husband knows that you have sacrificed a lot, and this is what my husband owe you.If you really can't stand this kind of life, let's leave here today.
Ying'er hugged me tightly and said softly
I...I can bear it...I just feel bad... Especially when my body feels, I feel even more sad... But the more I feel sorry for you... the more physical stimulation I feel, I am... I hate my body so much... Woo...
Ying'er, who finally calmed down, was told to cry again.
I don’t care what others think, my husband is like this kind of wife, and I love you so much that I almost go crazy, haha I said with a smile.
I always feel that you are punishing me, and I am punishing myself.Do you really... really like to see me like this?...You must be comforting me again, um...
Of course it is true, haven’t I told you this all the time.It's just... it's just that my husband wants to see you look even more lewd, my husband wants to see you let go of all his worries, my husband wants to see your limit
Ying'er raised her swollen eyes and saw me pretending to be serious and burst into tears.
You cuckold husband, aren’t you afraid that I will run away with others?
To be fair, I'm really afraid.
Don't be afraid.My husband still has this confidence.My husband just wants to see how much you can let go. Whenever you do something unexpected to your husband, your husband will be able to get unprecedented stimulation.I don’t know if it’s my recent illusion, but I’m already feeling tingling when I’m excited. This is the result of your efforts these days.
Ying'erfu looked at me, played with my soft cock with her little hands, and said to me gently
Husband, I am willing to do anything for you.
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Ying'er won't get lost, right?It's almost an hour late
I paced back and forth in the room and asked Lao Gun anxiously.
Alas... You have asked me about this urgent temper for almost eight times.Xiaoying is so smart, how could she not find this place? It’s time to get off work, so there must be traffic jams on the road. Don’t be impatient.
I had no choice but to collapse on the sofa.Thinking back to the fact that before going out, Lao Qian handed Ying'er a piece of paper and asked her to take a taxi to the hotel to meet.I don’t know what the old gun gourd sells.
This is an economical hotel not far from Dongcheng Financial Center. Most of the accommodations are salesmen from other companies who come to Beijing for business trips.
Walking in the simple lobby, you can hear the guests with various accents clamoring at the front desk.
After entering the door, Lao Gun took me to the second floor without registering.
On both sides of the not-so-spacious one-shaped corridor on the second floor, there are more than a dozen rooms arranged in an interlaced manner.
In front of a room in the middle of the corridor, Lao Gun swiped the magnetic card that he had found from his wallet and took me into this one-bedroom and one-living room luxury suite.
Speaking of luxury, the furnishings in the house are incomparable to star-rated hotels, but the space is really not small.
I didn't ask much, and I knew that Lao Qian had his place to stay everywhere in the capital.
What are you going to do today?I came to my senses and asked Lao Gun.
Didn’t you say, don’t you want to know the plot in advance?Lao Gun smiled and answered me.
Alas, it was our first time out after all, and I sighed.
Don't worry.The first time I won’t go too far. Lao Qian said that Xiaoying’s body is easier to get into the situation than her mother, but Xiaoying’s psychological resistance is much greater than her mother.Of course, this is also something you deserve to be happy with.Her mother and Lao Duan are half-way couples, and emotional maintenance is basically done by doing it. They are not as emotional as you are
I can hear a little bit of envy from Lao Gun's voice, oh no, it should be said that it is a little bit of jealousy?
Xiaoying is very shameful, and this is the theme I want to train today.Shame is a very mysterious thing. If it is not handled well, it will increase instead of decreasing.Of course, you don’t have to worry. Her shame will not be completely relieved. You will also find it boring if you are shameless.
Well, you can master it.I thought to myself, this old guy is too cunning, so I will be prepared for him sooner or later.
While speaking, the door was knocked lightly a few times.
It was Ying'er who arrived, so I went to open the door and I jumped up from the sofa.
Slowly, you can see if it is Xiaoying first, don’t open the door immediately. Lao Qian also stood up from the sofa.
Looking out from the cat's eyes on the door, I saw a beautiful woman standing anxiously outside the door, looking around from time to time, constantly knocking on the door softly, as if she didn't dare to knock too loudly, feeling afraid of being discovered by others.
Isn't this Ying'er or who?
Ying'er wrapped the big waves that had been permed on top of her head today with a silver bun.
Her face was covered with heavy makeup that was rarely seen in normal times, and her whole body was wrapped tightly in a gray windbreaker, which was a little out of tune with this stuffy season.
The shiny flesh shreds on the calf reflected the dim light in the corridor, and a pair of stockings and feet were wrapped in transparent crystal steel pipe high heels, walking back and forth in front of the door.
To be honest, with the environment of this economical hotel, Ying'er looks like she is doing special services...
Wife, you have finally arrived, I'm almost in a hurry, I said behind the door.
husband?Is it you?Quick... Open the door quickly. I can hear that Ying'er seemed very anxious.
The old gun blocked my hand that was about to open the door, patted my shoulder, and signaled me to give him a seat.
The old gun drew the door chain silently and opened the door a crack.Ying'er, who leaned over and faced the door, said.
Come?Did you do as I arranged for you?
My lips were dry and I leaned my eyes tightly against the cat's eyes. The long-awaited training was about to begin.
Yes, Ying'er nodded.
Show me the old gun orders.
Ying'er turned her head and looked around the corridor.It is dinner time now, and since there is no restaurant in the hotel, most people should have gone out to eat, and the corridor is particularly quiet.
Despite this, Ying'er hesitated for a moment. After confirming that there was no one around, she slowly unbuttoned the buttons of the windbreaker and opened a slit to both sides.
My heartbeat accelerated, and it turned out that Ying'er only wore a set of sexy underwear in her windbreaker.When I saw this strange style, I knew that it must have been prepared by Lao Gun for her.
The black lace bra was hung on Ying'er's shoulder with a thin belt. The lace fabric that was less than a slap set off the faint nipples, and the size could not cover Ying'er's 34D's big breasts.
The air conditioning in the corridor blew into Ying'er's open windbreaker, causing her to tremble a few times. A crisp ringtone came. I just noticed that the bra's tits were open-mouthed, and the familiar pair of bell tits were shaking on the pretty erect nipples.
Although the lower body cannot be seen clearly due to light, I think the style should be a thong with an open mouth like a bra.
I whispered to Lao Qiang, "You really have it, what are Ying'er wearing underneath?"
Your husband said he couldn't see clearly, so you stood back and opened your clothes a little wider. Lao Gun deliberately said to Ying'er loudly.
Ying'er was stunned for a moment, looked up at the kitten's eyes on the door, knowing that her husband was peeping at her behind the door, which seemed to give her a reason to continue.
Ying'er confirmed it again, moved two steps back, stood in the middle of the corridor, and pulled the windbreaker to both sides.
With the dim light in the corridor, I realized that she was not wearing a thong on her lower body, but a wearable massager. The purple vibrator was fixed in the position of her clitoris by the massager, and was still shaking constantly.
No wonder Ying'er kept trembling. It turned out that she had been through this way.
Just as I was immersed in Ying'er's lustfulness, the elevator door diagonally opposite Ying'er was suddenly opened, and two middle-aged men in Sichuan dialect came out.
Ying'er quickly closed her windbreaker, jumped to the door a few steps, put her body on the crack of the door, and begged us in a crying voice.
Husband... Husband... Open the door quickly...
The two men were also stunned for a moment, then they whispered and laughed loudly, slowly walking behind Ying'er, but their eyes never left her body.
After we heard a sound of hitting the door, Ying'er continued to start her begging.
Husband...husband...
After finding that calling me was useless, Ying'er gradually changed her mouth
Master...Master...I want to go to the bathroom...I can't help it...
Looking at Ying'er's anxious look, I think she is really out of reach.
Lao Qian saw my concerns and whispered to me that she was still early, don’t speak out.
Then he turned around and said to Ying'er
You are late today, so you have to accept punishment.But I'm sorry that this is your first time coming out, so I'll give you a chance.Let's play a game, and if you win, I will open the door and let you in.
Ying'er had no choice but to nod helplessly.
Take off the windbreaker and give it to me. If you can stand still in the corridor for ten seconds and don’t move, I will immediately open the door. How about it?
Ten seconds is not a long time, and Ying'er has no way out. Besides, Ying'er knows better than anyone else that if she doesn't do what Lao Gun wants, she will have no hope of coming in.
Then... I agreed... I just had ten seconds... don't lie to me...
Ying'er quickly checked around with her eyes, and turned around and checked the elevator entrance several times. She mustered up the courage, opened her arms that were tightly embracing the windbreaker, and took off her clothes.
Then he quickly handed it to the old gun through the crack of the door.
Ying'er, who was almost naked, closed her legs tightly against the crack of the door.
How can I start timing if you do this?Standing in the middle of the corridor, Lao Gun said impatiently.
Ying'er, who had no cover, dared not delay and could only do so.
Under the dim white lights in the corridor, Ying'er's pink skin emits a pale luster.
She blocked her chest with one hand and covered her lower body with the other, retreated to the center of the corridor, but her legs kept trembling, and the vaginal fluid left a long watermark on the inside of the flesh-colored stockings.
It was obvious that Ying'er was trying to restrain herself from crying. She kept looking around, afraid that someone would rush out of the corridor at this time.
One, two, three... Lao Gun began to count slowly.
Ying'er was so nervous that she trembled all over and simply closed her eyes.
Six, seven, eight...
The old gunman had an extra small black remote control on his face, and a wicked smile appeared on his face, and he pressed one of the buttons.
Ah!!!Ying'er screamed, walked forward for two steps, and squatted down at the door.
You...you...wuwu...don't turn on the inside...close it quickly...it's too strong, I can't stand it...I'll be here...wuwu...Ying'er squatted in the gap in the door, crying and moaning.
Want to come?Not that easy for you.
Lao Gun pressed another button.Bent down and smiled at Ying'er outside the crack of the door.
You lost
Woo...husband...save me...
Ying'er was crying, but she kept holding it up and didn't dare to cry too loudly, for fear of attracting others' attention.
Listening to Ying'er's call for help, I felt heart-wrenching and almost pulled the door open several times, but Lao Gun was prepared. The door chain that had just been drawn was not only to prevent Ying'er from breaking into the house, but also to be afraid that I could not help but open the door from inside.
As a punishment, put this eye mask and earplugs on.Look at how talented you are today. If you are obedient, I will let you in after wearing it.
The old gun threw a black velvet eye mask and two small orange plastic soft plugs into Ying'er along the crack of the door.
This time, Ying'er did not hesitate at all. She hurriedly picked up the things from the ground, put on her eye mask, stuffed her earplugs, and squatted on the ground anxiously waiting.
Lao Qian knew that this first step should not be too fast. Before Ying'er fully adapted to this environment, the too radical means caused Ying'er to rebound.
Lao Gun signaled me to open the door and said to Ying'er under me.
Come in, slut, haven’t you shown enough for anyone?
I saw Ying'er restless, but she had no intention of coming in.
Lao Qian and I were stunned for a moment, and then he patted his head and said, "Haha... I forgot that these earbuds are specially designed for German industrial grade. She can't hear them when we say this. You have to go to her ear and say louder."
Wife, the door is open, I attached it to Ying'er's ear and shouted loudly.
Ying'er, who was sitting on the ground with a high heel of more than ten centimeters of steel pipes, was pitch black in front of her and she could not hear any sound. She couldn't find a sense of balance at all, so she didn't dare to try to stand up. She had to climb into the house in three steps in two steps.
After entering the room, Ying'er collapsed on the floor of the living room with relief.
The vibrator that vibrates continuously will not be able to be so beautiful. For Ying'er, who has temporarily lost her vision and hearing, her body's perception is more concentrated in the waves of numbness below her.
Before she could adjust her breath, accompanied by the gradual rapid moaning, Ying'er fell to the verge of orgasm again.
I was about to go over and help her up, but accidentally discovered something strange behind her.
It turned out that there was a little tail behind her.
It was a small section of the anus, and most of the section in front was not in Ying'er's anus.
No wonder she was walking outside the door so weirdly. It turned out that the two lustful holes under her were always stimulated by vibrator and pull beads at the same time.
The old gun snatched me in front of me, reached out and unbuttoned Ying'er's lower body. The entire wearable massager slid down from her waist. A small massager attached to it also slid out of Ying'er's vagina and fell on the floor.
The massage rod roll attached to the large piece of vaginal fluid that was brought out, buzzing, and jumping wildly on the floor.
Losing the source of stimulation, Ying'er seemed a little at a loss. She reached out and groped behind her, as if she was looking for something, but she didn't dare to do it too obviously.
Stop looking for it, slut, I'll have fun with you later.Let’s talk about it, how did you feel outside just now?Lao Gun kicked the massage stick aside and leaned into Ying'er's ear and said to her.
Too embarrassed...too embarrassed
Ying'er's answer was unexpectedly loud.We were a little surprised, but we immediately understood the reason.When a person's ears are blocked, it is difficult to control his own volume.
I was so embarrassed that I still had a lot of vaginal fluid?
Lao Gun stretched out his feet, dipped in Ying'er's sticky transparent vaginal fluid, rubbing against the inner side of her thighs.
Ying'er no longer dodged at some point, but instead raised her buttocks slightly, as if she was still feeling a little unfulfilled.
With an eye mask and earplugs, the perception will be more concentrated on the lower body, which will be more enjoyable. Lao Gun explained to me, while picking up the other end of the dog leash from the ground and pulling it hard. Ying'er screamed and was pulled up from the ground.
It's not time for you to be sexy yet, and you'll have to walk your owner after being a bitch.
The old gun holding the dog leash had no intention of being pity, and he took Ying'er around in the open living room.
Because her eyes were covered, Ying'er, who had no direction on the ground, could only tentatively crawl forward little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little.
I held my breath and looked excitedly at my wife being led around the house by an old gun like a bitch.
In the quiet suite, there were laughter and scolding from old guns to insult Ying'er from time to time, and the lewd sound of half-pull-pull-pinching beads slapping their buttocks on their buttocks.
While walking, Lao Qiang pretended to describe my reaction to the invisible Ying'er.
Bitch, your husband thinks you are not sexy enough like this. It looks boring and seems to be leaving.
I sat on the sofa, watching Lao Gun continue to perform.
Ying'er, who was still trying to adapt to the old gun, suddenly panicked and raised her head and shouted.
Husband...husband...don't leave...I can update...
What more?Lao Gun asked loudly
More...more sexy... Ying'er said it almost with tears
Lao Gun slapped Ying'er's pink buttocks, and instantly five finger marks remained on Ying'er's big butt.
Ah...Don't beat me...I can be even more sexy...I'm even cheaper...husband...please don't leave...
Looking at the slap mark on Ying'er, my heart was extremely complicated.
Although I hope to see Ying'er being trained in line with my wishes, and I also know that the old gun training will not be too out of line, deep down I still cannot accept that Ying'er's body was violently abused. No matter what, she is still my beloved wife, but our way of expressing love is different from that of ordinary people.
I signaled that Lao Qian could not hit Ying'er again, Lao Qian shook his head helplessly and had to agree.
However, the old gun, who never suffered losses, also pushed me into the army, and he also said nodded to me, and I had to express my meaning if this is the case.
I looked at Ying'er lying on the ground trembling, and became cruel, walked to her side and leaned over and said in her ear.
If you do what Uncle Lin said, your husband won’t leave.You just did a good job, my husband is already feeling hot
Husband...you really want me...
Ying'er lowered her head, unable to speak anymore.
I knew she was fighting her shame at this time.
The vibrator massage that had just been almost two hours had already made Ying'er lose her mind and lustful. The tenacious sense of shame in her heart was the last defensive barrier in her heart, but it was about to collapse.
Lao Qian is right. Ying'er can get into the situation at any time. She often only lacks a reason.
To Ah, show your husband the treacherous appearance of your bitch, he might suddenly become hard, hahaha. Lao Gun is very experienced in grasping people. When he said this at this time, he was like pushing Ying'er who had already stepped out of the edge of a cliff.
I thought to myself, you old guy, are so fucking sinister.
Hearing that he was going to save her husband, Ying'er sniffed and wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hands, as if she had decided.
Tell us, what are you?Lao Gun squatted beside Ying'er and began to test her reaction.
I...I am a bitch, Ying'er replied in tears.
Is the bitch a bad guy?
……cheap……
Is the bitch sexy?
...sexy...
Lao Qian suddenly turned his head and asked me loudly. Do you think your bitch’s wife’s pussy is bad?.
Bad... My wife's pussy is like a bitch, it's all bad pussy. I deliberately walked to Ying'er and shouted in her ear.
Tell your bitch wife, what do you want her?Lao Gun continued to ask me.
I...I want her to become a shameless bitch, a slut whore who can be as good as her husband
I answered the old gun's question tremblingly.
Ying'er's breathing became gradually rapid at this moment.
My words may have once again aroused Ying'er's desire for psychological abuse.
This is exactly what Lao Qian asked me about. He might have seen Ying'er's hobby in this regard.
Have you heard your husband?Bitch Lao Gun turned his head to ask Ying'er.
Um……
Tell me, what does your husband miss you?
Miss me... I want me to become a bitch, a slut... Ying'er choked and answered.
What do you think about now?Lao Qian sneered, dipped his fingers into the vaginal fluid on the inner side of Ying'er's thighs and wandered around her perineum. This was one of the most sensitive parts of Ying'er's body.
Ying'er was touched and twisted on the ground, wanting to refuse and greet her.
Bitch... The bitch is going into heat, the bitch's slutty pussy is itchy and wants to be fucked by the dog's cock. Ying'er said loudly in a crying voice.
I couldn't see Ying'er's tears behind the velvet eye mask, but I had already felt Ying'er's psychological change.
I know that her earlier words of echoing Lao Gun were probably not from the bottom of her heart, but were told to me.
However, from her simple repeated Lao Gun's question to consciously adding her imagination to answering, I found that she had gradually brought herself into this scene, which means that her lustfulness had begun to show.
I just like to see you bitch in heat in front of your husband. Come on, let's take a walk of your wife.
As he said that, Lao Gun handed the dog leash to my hand, walked to the entrance and opened the door to the corridor outside the house.
At this moment, I fully understood the project of Lao Qian training Ying'er today. The venue he trained today was not in this room.
This explained all my previous questions, why did he ask Ying'er to bring eye masks and earplugs before entering the house, and why did he keep walking her back and forth in the house.It was all the old gun deliberately making Ying'er lose her sense of direction.
And this also explains why he brought us into this designated room, because the floor of this suite is consistent with the corridor.
All these careful arrangements are so that when we take Ying'er out of the room, she will not have the awareness of changing the venue and will always be in a space she thinks is relatively safe. This is psychologically easier for Ying'er, who has just begun to receive humiliation and training.
I have never doubted Lao Qian's skill in this regard, but I feel a little scary about his meticulous arrangements.
But when I thought that we might be caught by other guests in the corridor after a while, I was so excited that I shivered all over and my legs were a little weak.
Ying'er knew nothing about what was going to happen now, and slowly climbed out of the door as I was pulled by the dog leash.
Cheap hotel, dim lights, musty corridors, a crawling naked young woman, and bursts of moans.
This lustful everything stimulated the sensory nerves of my whole body. I clearly felt the heavy impact of my heart, as if it would jump out of my body at any time.
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