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【Absurd Wife】

Author: AKB5050
2022/4/20 Posted in: First Release SexInSex

(15) Old Professor

After Chinese New Year, I will be 29 years old.

But then suddenly two big things happened that completely changed my destiny.

The first thing is the death of my mother.

My relationship with my mother is actually not that good. My mother is a busy teacher who has always been synonymous with harshness and ruthlessness in my eyes since I was a child. I can only communicate and talk to my father about my troubles. I think maybe this is one of the reasons why I developed an Electra complex and was able to accept that elders like Lao Li and Lao Chen felt men.

After my father's early death, my relationship with my mother became even more tense, and I had several thoughts of running away from home during my adolescence.

Until I got married, I was also a mother, and I could gradually feel the difficulty of being a mother. My husband traveled all the year round, and widowed marriage made me realize the hardships of a single mother and the relationship with my mother. Naturally it eased.

After her mother retired, she almost indulged in playing cards and mahjong tables. She lived alone and didn't pay attention to her body.

The illness has been delayed for several years this time, and there may also be a factor of bad living habits when I was young.

After my mother left, both of my parents were gone. If one day I really get divorced, I have nowhere to go back to my parents' home.

Looking at the painful appearance of my mother when she passed away, I am really afraid that I will be like this in the future.

The second thing is that I never saw Lin Bank again.

He seemed to disappear suddenly.

It was probably an accidental chat more than two months later, and I didn't know the truth until I asked people to ask around.

Lin Pan turned out to be nothing more than an idle little white face. After being taken care of by a rich woman ten years older than him and married, he couldn't help but use the money the rich woman gave him to raise his lover outside.

This time, after he was finally found out by the rich woman, he was "hidden" by the rich woman. Some people say that he was sent abroad by the rich woman to be locked up, and some people say that he was found by the rich woman because of repeated teachings. People are "wasted".

In short, I may never see Lin Pan again.

Life suddenly fell silent, and my affair came to an abrupt end.

Although I am a little reluctant, it is undeniable that this is not the worst result. After all, my own life has not been destroyed by this derailment. I can still follow my own pace and way to live.

At this time, my marriage has entered the seven-year itch, and the husband and wife have long become strangers.

At this time, I already believed that I was a lewd woman. In my marriage, without the existence of a lover, I always seemed to be missing something.

Maybe this is the so-called knowledge of the essence of food, especially after Lin Pan's training to me, my husband's tepid and more absent-minded bed skills have made me not interested at all.

Probably only going out to steal wild men can make me feel enough excitement.

The first thing that comes to my mind is Lao Chen.

I sent Lao Chen a WeChat and asked him to chat in a nearby park.

It happened to be the Qingming Festival, and I was going to discuss with him about going to sweep the tomb of Lao Li.

Lao Chen started to hesitate, presumably he couldn't get away, but after I insisted again and again, I reluctantly agreed.

It's already dusk, and the sky is getting dark. Because of the winter, in the large park, which is four or five streets away from the home community, there are many tourists, only a few of them are about the same age as Lao Chen. The old man is taking a walk after dinner.

I put on a thick coat, but I was wearing short jeans, 36D thick stockings, and a pair of over-the-knee boots, waiting quietly in a hexagonal pavilion on a hillside surrounded by trees.

After waiting for a long time, Lao Chen was late.

He greeted me shyly, as if we had only just known each other.

When I look at his growing body, I always feel that the shameful things in the past are like it happened yesterday.

After he sat down, he started chatting with me about the parents' shortcoming. Listening to his words, it seemed that he had been doing well recently, and he asked me how I was doing. She pretended to cry about her husband's estrangement and her mother-in-law's oppression, and suspected the possibility of her husband's derailment.

I secretly observed Lao Chen's appearance, he frowned, his old face was always tense, and he seemed to be worried about me too.

Seeing that there was no one around, I suddenly charged directly and gave Lao Chen a quick kiss on the old face. Before he could react, the jade hand stretched out to his defenseless crotch.

Lao Chen instinctively stood up and took two steps back, seemingly frightened by my active "sexual harassment".

I asked him teasingly if he had sex with his new square dance partner recently, and if he was far worse than me.

Lao Chen smiled, a little embarrassed, after all, it was a sure thing, but he no longer pleases me like before.

II was a little angry, after all, when was my appearance and figure ever neglected, not to mention facing a bad old man like Lao Chen, I jokingly asked Lao Chen if his sexual ability had declined compared to before, and Lao Chen really was a little bit uncomfortable. Convinced, he asked me if my sexual desire was stronger than before.

When I saw that he was hooked, I deliberately put on a horny and thirsty attitude, and glared at him constantly, and took the initiative to seduce this old lover of mine.

Lao Chen scolded me for being shameless, but when I reached out and touched his crotch, the cock inside was already cocked up.

I sat next to Lao Chen, leaning against him, stroking his chest back and forth with my right hand through his sweater, then simply put my fragrant lips to his ear, and kept breathing for him Feel the body fragrance of young women.

I whispered in his ear if he really misses me, is the new aunt and wife really one ten thousandth better than me?

I could clearly feel Lao Chen's body shaking and his heart shaking. When I brought my lips to his mouth, he kissed him without hesitation.

Who would have thought that in the pavilion on the top of the hill in the park, a 29-year-old beautiful young woman was passionately kissing a 67-year-old old man. Thinking about it carefully, Lao Chen was my first extramarital affair after marriage. People, the meaning is even a little special, which makes me feel a little more exciting.

When I was wet kissing with Lao Chen, I kept stroking his old dick through my pants. After kissing for almost three or four minutes, I leaned down, took off Lao Chen's pants, and put the His dick was swallowed into his mouth. After all, the smell of Lao Chen's cock is a familiar smell to me. Although it smells fishy after I haven't washed it, I'm no longer the shy and shy young married woman I used to be. Recently, I have become more and more exquisite The ventriloquism was fully activated, and the cool old Chen called out.

After all, they were all wearing thick winter clothes, which made it inconvenient to move around. I proposed to go to Lao Chen's house for a shot, but Lao Chen directly rejected him. He told me that my wife was at home, and I ridiculed He hadn't obtained the certificate yet, but he told me that he and the old lady had obtained the certificate the day before yesterday.

I felt awkward in my heart, and I was actually a little jealous, so I didn't do it to Lao Chen, I used all my strengths in the Liujiao Pavilion to help him speak out.

I spit Lao Chen's semen directly on the concrete floor, and before I left, I asked Lao Chen not to come to me in a fit of anger.

Lao Chen smiled and explained that I was looking for him, which made me even more angry.

When Lao Chen saw that I was angry, he began to comfort me with kind words, and told me to take me to meet someone next time, invite me to dinner and apologize to me.

On the surface, I was still angry, and the semen left on the corner of my mouth was wiped with my hands and I went home.

When I was having dinner, my dull husband didn't notice anything unusual about me. He just played with his mobile phone and sometimes laughed. His heart really wasn't with me for a long time.

My husband actually took the initiative to have sex with me at night. I was naturally happy to agree to my dissatisfaction during the day, but I always felt that sex with my husband was becoming more and more boring. It's just like a routine he handed out to me.

The next day, I took the initiative to send a WeChat message to Lao Chen and asked him when he would invite me to dinner. It took a long time for Lao Chen to get back to me and ask me when I was free that weekend.

As soon as I thought that my husband was going to the provincial capital for a week's business trip, I could just hand over my daughter to my in-laws, so I told him that it would be fine at any time.

On the day of the appointment, it happened to be Sunday. In the afternoon, I deliberately dressed younger, wearing a lighter denim sportswear paired with Martin boots, which made me look youthful and capable.

Lao Chen drove his two-wheeled battery car to wait for me outside the community, and then drove me all the way to the suburbs. I sat behind him and naturally stretched my slender arms Huai Rao put his arms around Lao Chen's waist, because he was wearing a safety helmet, and he was not afraid of the strange eyes from passers-by because of our differences in age and appearance.

The battery car drove into a quiet villa area, and Lao Chen stopped in front of an ordinary two-story building.

I asked Lao Chen why he stopped in a residential area, didn't he invite me to dinner, Lao Chen told me that this was the house of an old friend of his, and we were going to eat at someone else's house later.

I jokingly scolded his old friend who would be a good person. Lao Chen suddenly casually and seriously said that Lao Li is not very good. The two suddenly fell silent and sighed.

Lao Chen told me that the owner of the villa is a retired art professor, and his cooking skills are very good. villa home.

When I saw the old professor for the first time, his appearance was somewhat unremarkable.

He is older than Lao Chen looks, and it is no secret that I am not only disgusted with old people, but even have a preference for them.

A short, thin man with all white hair combed back in the same direction.

He wears a pair of old-looking black-rimmed glasses, and his small slender eyes seem to hide many stories. Age spots have begun to appear on his face, and there are not many wrinkles at his age. Old-fashioned look.

A clean and old-fashioned white shirt tucked into gray trousers, many awards and certificates are displayed prominently in the living room, and there are several pennants on the wall, which seems to be an old scholar with high morals.

SeeWhen Lao Chen greeted him, he just nodded, and seemed not to be angry and arrogant without saying a word.

The old professor's eyes swept to me. Although he looked up at me, I could feel a powerful aura pressing me down. I felt an indescribable strangeness.

His eyes scanned me quickly from top to bottom, and then he just nodded slightly.

At this time, a kind of joy rose in my heart inexplicably. Could it be because I was excited and happy because of the old professor's affirmation?

The old professor took Lao Chen and I to briefly visit his villa. The space upstairs and downstairs is very spacious. It seems superfluous for him to live alone, but the door of one room is always closed. .

There is also a garden behind the villa. The flowers and trees in the garden are amazing, and the herbs are lush. The old professor must have spent a lot of time in this garden.

Sitting down on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, Lao Chen and the old professor began to chat, at first I just listened, but later I found that the seemingly serious old professor was actually quite amiable, and His knowledgeable, humorous and witty words made people feel good about him, so much so that I joined in and chatted with them soon after.

Soon it was evening, the old professor personally cooked, gave us a sumptuous dinner, and brought out the expensive red wine treasured at home.

After dinner, I left the old professor's villa with Lao Chen. On the way back, I kept asking Lao Chen what the purpose of coming here today was. Lao Chen, who had been reluctant to speak before, might have been He told me the truth because he had been drinking just now. It turned out that he introduced me to the old professor because he wanted to match me and the old professor.

Although I had expected it in my heart, on the surface, I was still angry and scolded whether Lao Chen was crazy, and introduced me to an old man older than him, and this old man looked very weak. He was so weak that he couldn't stand up even if he met a woman and gave him his arms.

Lao Chen smiled and said that the old professor looks old, but he has a unique skill.

I don't believe his nonsense at all. Besides, if the old man dies on a woman's belly, it will make news.

Lao Chen told me that he came here today just to play an outpost, and the old professor is not willing to accept any woman's embrace. Today is just an inspection.

I warn Lao Chen not to treat me as a commodity next time. I am a living person, not because I am willing to dedicate myself to these old men who have no dignity.

Lao Chen comforted me a few words, and then said that the old professor was very satisfied with me. After all, I was young, beautiful, tall and beautiful, and praised me hard.

I just calmed down a bit and ignored his nonsense to please me.

A few days later, after the Qingming tomb sweeping ended, Lao Chen and I went to a nearby hotel to open a room. After we finished, Lao Chen said that my desire seemed to be stronger than before.

After listening to this, I deliberately licked Lao Chen's nipples, provoking him and making him think I wanted to have it again.

Lao Chen took the initiative to mention the old professor's matter to me. Although I didn't agree with me, there was a vague desire in my heart.

After more than a week, when I called Lao Chen again, he didn't answer. He just sent me a WeChat message, asking me to find the old professor myself, and repeatedly assured me that he was old The professor makes me want to die.

Recalling the subtlety he had when he introduced me to Lao Li, the topic of sex between us is now very direct.

I would be skeptical.

When I came to the old professor's villa again, the vegetation in the garden seemed to be more lush.

When the old professor saw me, it was difficult to read anything from his facial expressions, but I could feel that he was excited and full of anticipation for my arrival.

In the huge living room on the first floor, the melodious musical symbols resort to the multi-channel surround records, the walls are full of expensive-looking oil paintings, and the scent of aromatherapy is refreshing. It can be seen that the living conditions of the old professor are good, and he also has a life style rarely seen in this generation.

He made me a cup of freshly ground coffee and naturally sat down on the sofa and started talking to me.

I learned that although the old professor is not divorced, his wife has been living overseas and has no children, so he has always lived an avant-garde life.

He also asked about my family status, and soon, I also directly told him that the passion between my husband and I gradually dissipated, and the dullness of life made me want to pursue new excitement.

Surprisingly, at first, the old professor didn't seem to be very interested in these entanglements and stories between me and Lao Chen. You know, a young and beautiful young woman is willing to do a job without money. The old man's lover
is a curious thing in itself.

Maybe he knows a lot about it.

After talking further, the old professor asked me if I was sure I was ready, but I was a little confused.

It turns out that Lao Chen told the old professor that I am a woman with a masochistic tendency in my heart, and I am a good material for a female M, but the old professor's ugly appearance is actually a hidden master of training, that is, an S.

I was so excited.

The old professor askedHow much I know about SM, I'm undecided, hesitant to say.

When the old professor saw that I didn't speak, he started to talk freely.

The relationship between S and M is that you can talk about everything in life, and you can do everything in sex.

"Everyone is equal" is the most basic respect. No M is born inferior. For some people out there who don't respect M, the old professor sneers and calls them fakes.

The old professor told me that SM is not an insult to human nature. On the contrary, real SM is based on mutual respect. Respecting each other is the premise of common pleasure. SM who only pursue unilateral pleasure is a blatant deception.

I can't understand what I hear, but I also understand that sometimes when making love with Lao Chen, his clumsy binding and whipping skills are all based on imitation of the shrewd old man in front of him. .

The previous training that Lin Pan gave me during sex was actually unprofessional in comparison.

He told his understanding of SM in a straightforward manner. Gradually, I became fully able to understand what he said, and I began to look forward to it sincerely.

The old professor explained to me what real SM is. The scary thing is that every word he said was orderly, and people couldn't help nodding in agreement.

He said that if you have sex for a long time, you will gradually find that sex with self-esteem and restraint will not get pleasure.

I feel the same strongly, I look at his slender eyes, hidden behind the lenses, which are unfathomable and contagious.

The old professor said that the first thing to do is to let go of self-esteem and seek relaxation and liberation in the midst of extreme conquest and conquest.

I nodded, every word he said seemed to be magical.

He said that a young and beautiful woman like me has been living under the flattery of men and even the whole society until now, but I started to worry because I was consuming my youth step by step. SM can make me let go of my dignity. , get stimulation and satisfaction from different selves.

Rome wasn't built in a day. To cultivate an M to make each other feel happy, all you need is to keep trying and testing. The old professor told me that the important thing is to take the first step.

I'm not a person who particularly likes to try new things, but for SM's attempts and understanding, after being coaxed by the woods, I nodded and accepted it, and now I have a taste for it. Even though the man I faced changed from a handsome guy like Lin Pan to an old man like an old professor, it was still hard to stop my hungry heart.

The old professor approvingly praised my courage and started asking about my sexual history.

Obviously it's only the second time I've met someone, but I've exposed myself from my high school emotional and sexual experiences, of course, including Lao Chen's initial slight SM attempts, and When he had an affair with Lin Pan, the old professor was a good listener. Chatting with him had the magic power of letting go of all defenses. Before I knew it, it was already late at night.

The fact that we didn't have a direct physical relationship on this day made me even more restless.

When I said goodbye to good night and was about to get up to go home, I suddenly felt something strange in my lower body. It turned out that my underwear was a little wet. It was just a verbal conversation with the old professor, not involving Straight vulgarity and porn, just flood me!

I even expected the man in front of me to be able to straighten me on the spot and stab me hard, even though he was an old man who was biologically unattractive.

I guess it's not that the old professor didn't notice my hungry eyes, but he just didn't move, did he do it on purpose?

I hurried back home and hurriedly put my daughter to sleep, my fingers stretched out to my private parts involuntarily.

Lying on my big bed, fingers constantly moving, in the endless fantasies in my head, I orgasm.

Yes, when I just calmed down, but I couldn't help but look forward to the real SM, it was difficult to suppress my lust.

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(Sixteen ) The real training

The warm spring sun shines on the earth, and even the branches of dead wood are not unable to revive.

After another day, I sent a WeChat message to the old professor at noon to confirm that he was home in the afternoon, and I ended my part-time job early. It was only after two o'clock in the afternoon, and I came to the old professor's house alone. door.

When he saw me, he welcomed me into the room with a smile, brought me tea and water, and took the coat I took off and hung it on the hanger in the living room on the first floor. At the time, he also maintained the image of an amiable and kind old man.

We chatted for a while, but I think he could see the desire in my eyes, and I couldn't wait to try out the old professor's ability to make me want to die.

Lao Chen told me on WeChat that the old professor had studied in Japan for many years. After returning to China, since the 1990s, he was the first batch of players in China to contact SM, not only the qualifications, but also Called the master level.

In recent years, I have almost withdrawn from theIt is a circle, but from time to time there are still people who come here with women who they have trained.

The old professor led me upstairs and opened the room that was not public when I first came.

This is a not too big room, about 20 square meters. The heavy curtains are tightly closed, and the light can be turned on to see the whole space clearly.

There is a small old-fashioned steel wire bed in the window part of the room. The metal bedside frame and hard bed board have a quite retro style. What is more conspicuous is the wooden grille ceiling hanging not far away. The several sets of slings on it make people imagine the posture and appearance of a female body hanging up.

There are mirrors all around the room, and I think this must be to magnify the pleasure of shame in order to make people see themselves as shameful and inferior.

There is also a huge metal dog cage at the foot, which should be prepared for medium-to-large dog breeds such as Golden Retriever or Husky.

The old professor opened a large suitcase in the room, and it turned out to be full of all kinds of ropes and sex toys, many of which were the first time I saw them.

Next to the suitcase is a piece of equipment that I saw for the first time at the time. It looks like it is based on a reduced version of the horizontal bar. Viewed from the side, two long and short rods stick out from the top toward the ground. The various steel tubes form a right-angled triangle, and the icy metal support constitutes a stable structure, except for a metal rod with a dildo at the tip, which makes people imagine the appearance of piston movement.

I am no longer a pure and beautiful girl. Over the years, I have deeply understood the restlessness in my heart, and even the despicableness, but I still blushed a little when I saw these professional training tools.

I'm dazzled, but I understand that this sex room is for me.

It's just that these props that I saw for the first time and felt a little too professional, I didn't expect that in the years to come, they would bring me screaming and countless times mixed with pain of joy.

When I sat back on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, I couldn't help but look forward to and excited. I secretly glanced at the short white-haired old man beside me. Such a professional SM veteran.

After a while, I noticed that the old professor was looking at me, and after looking at me, it seemed like he was asking me if I was ready.

I nodded, and the old professor's eyes suddenly changed, sharp and stern, he took a black eye patch from nowhere and handed it to me, motioning me to put it on.

After doing so, he could no longer see him, but inexplicably looked forward to the next move of the old professor.

The old professor took my hand and slowly walked from the first floor to the second floor. Although I couldn't see it, I knew that our destination must be the room full of training equipment.

For a few short minutes, even if I can think about everything in the universe, I can't change everything that follows.

After I stopped, I could feel the old professor taking off my clothes one by one. His old and rough palms were walking on my body in an unknown route, bringing something inexplicable. Thrills and desires.

I was ripped off by the old professor, and even my underwear was taken off. His unhurried movements made people's appetite.

After that, my neck felt cold, as if I was wearing a stainless steel collar, and then my limbs also felt the same cold, and the girdle on my hands and feet also had iron chains , further limiting my possible actions.

I heard the old professor's deep voice, and he instructed me to kneel.

I fell on all fours obediently, kneeling on the rug, butt pouting.

It's not the first time I've used such a shameful gesture to please a man, so I don't have any hesitation.

Shameful and delightful

Pop! !

The raised right buttocks couldn't be hardened enough to be slapped. It wasn't heavy or painful, but it was crisp and loud.

I bit my lip, not groaning as expected.

Another crisp sound, this time heavier than before.

I screamed "ah", and then, my blindfold was removed, and the heavy curtains were pulled open with a "squeak".

Before he could react, he only felt sunlight coming in from the window, and the whole room suddenly became bright and dazzling.

My first reaction was to look in the direction of the window. After I realized that I couldn't see the interior from the window, I let go of my heart, turned my head quietly, faced the light, and squinted my eyes. The back of the old professor standing in front of the windowsill.

He was obviously a short old man who was just over 1.6 meters, but I was kneeling on the carpet and looking up at him desperately.

The right hand of the old professor pressed down on my ass and slid down the groin, stroked the smooth back, and finally stopped at my neck.

A ray of light leaked in from around the old professor's body and sprinkled on the naked snow-white back, and I was exposed to the spring light all of a sudden.

For a moment, the old professor stretched and turned aroundHe walked towards me, as if I had been immobilized, my body didn't move, even my eyes didn't blink.

The old professor leaned over slightly, and quickly and loudly left his own palm print on my buttocks, and then the hand pressing on my buttocks slid up along the groin, stroking the smooth 's back, and finally stopped at my neck.

The old professor grabbed the stainless steel collar around his neck, as if he was going to lift my whole body up. My neck was pulled like this, as if someone was strangling my throat.

Then, the sound of clattering caught my attention. Looking up, the old professor took out a slender iron chain more than one meter long from the drawer of the bedside table, with a buckle on one end and a leather ring on the other.

Before I could regain my senses, I heard a "click" and the clasp of the chain was fastened to the collar around my neck.

The old professor looked at me from top to bottom, from head to toe, with satisfied eyes, and then pulled the tab in his hand.

I meekly carried out the instructions of the old professor, crawling in this humiliating posture on all fours in front of the old man, without any hesitation and embarrassment. After all, I played this way with Linpan before. several times.

I can crawl from room to room, even when I look like a dog in the mirror.

Although the old man in front of him has not known each other for a long time, he is naked, crawling on all fours, pouting his buttocks, and crawling around with a collar as a pet...

Out of the corner of the eye, I glanced at the first floor, and suddenly thought of the beautiful garden outside the house. Will one day, I will be led by the old professor in the open air like this, walking and crawling like a dog? Thinking of this, my body feels hot and my limbs go weak.

In a trance, I felt a pair of hands on my head, patted gently, stroking my hair from time to time.

I was shaking my head involuntarily, and along the way, I was shaking my butt again.

When I reacted, I was amazed at how shameless and shameless I was. I just reacted so unconsciously, isn't it true that only real pets can make such a conditioned reflex?

But this kind of shame makes me very excited, maybe it is exactly what the old professor said before, it has always been "living under the flattery of men and even the whole society", "putting down your dignity" , get stimulation and satisfaction from a different self."

I can feel the blood in my body burning and boiling, and the buds that haven't bloomed in the dark forest in my lower body seem to be trying to bloom, One after another, unbearable hot flashes poured out one after another while inhaling exciting cold air.

Just in between this one, I felt itching and emptiness, I could feel the muscles in the inner thighs twitching, the kneeling legs tightened involuntarily, inadvertently I didn't even notice that it seemed to be rubbing slightly.

I think this is where the old professor is brilliant. I am obviously emotional, but he can let go of my excited body. If it was Linpan or someone else, he could not help but enter my body.

Seeing that he didn't move, I took a step forward. He felt his head against the old professor's ankle, and then moved back and forth tentatively.

It's bad, I really seem to be a bitch in heat, but I don't care, I have to curry favor with this short, weak old man in front of me, begging him to do whatever it takes to insert my pussy , to satisfy my desires.

The old professor let out a chuckle, he took me a few more steps, sat on the wire bed, rubbed my head, and then patted me twice, yes warn me?

He then began to stroke me with two hands, one against my cheek and mouth, fingers on my neck and kneading, one on my head I went up, stroked my hair from the top of my head all the way down the back of my head to my neck over and over again, scratched my hair from time to time, and hugged my head hard in my arms.

My mouth made an involuntary whimper. In a trance, I seemed to hear the old professor tsk tsk, like teasing a pet dog.

In my anticipation, the old professor touched my clitoris with his dry fingers, and then rubbed slowly and quickly, followed by one or two fingers entry.

I squeeze the request out of my throat, my most raw and sincere desire.

The old professor didn't speak, just smiled and shook his head, contemptuously.

I heard the old professor's words clearly, it was an order for me to take off his clothes and pants, but I need to dress him like an ancient maid serving the emperor, so I must be careful.

I knelt on the ground and eagerly helped the old professor take off his shirt. His muscles have been lost, his joints are protruding, and his dry and thin body is in the eyes of me, who is already horny, but it is not without Charm that provokes my desires.

Immediately after, the old professor took off his pants, socks, and underwear.

At this time, I realized that the old professor's erection was not enough, and the hardness was definitely not enough to insert a small hole.

Yeah, he's seventy after allMany years old, this is what happens to a normal old man, I was about to wrap my lips around that old cock, but the old professor stood up, took out a vial from a drawer, took out Chewed a tablet.

Does Viagra now have chewable tablets? I was curious, but didn't ask much.

But after all, this effect still takes time, do I have to hold back my lust any longer?

Soon the old professor made me realize my mistake. He led me on a leash to the metal tool that looked like a miniature horizontal bar, and then I left him at his mercy.

In a very short period of time, my limbs were fixed on the two metal pipes, the upper and lower ones. I faced down and raised the "high bar" that was handcuffed above the back of my head with my hands. , kneeling on the knees, the leather cuffs at the ankles are fixed on the "low bar" that connects the legs, and the tall figure is "hidden" under this group of metal instruments.

I know what happened next, because the metal rod with a dildo attached to it was facing my pussy, it was less than ten centimeters away from me, inside my body All the cells seemed to be jumping up, and there was a wave of cheering heat surging through the body.

With the start of the motor, a burst of indescribable stimulation rushed from the lower body to the central nervous system, and the emptiness seemed to be filled.

I can't look back to see how the mechanical piston movement slammed into the dragon, destroying my last restraint, and I couldn't realize how I was screaming and begging.

I instinctively wanted to escape the mechanical attack of this emotionless stick, but I had nowhere to go because my limbs were immobilized.

Only then did I realize that, without emotion, it was the person operating the machine.

But I had a shameful orgasm, my lower body was flooded with water, the carpet was full of disgusting water stains, and my body was shaking uncontrollably.

What an exhilarating sexual experience, it's obsessive and crazy.

After I rested for a while to recover, I almost begged to hope that he could penetrate my body immediately, but I saw that the male root of his lower body was still weak, the old professor was also tired, he did not He hurriedly sat down on my kneeling back.

The old professor is short and thin, and his body is not heavy, but it still makes me feel heavy on my back.

His rough skin and sagging testicles rubbed against the delicate skin of my back, and at this moment, in the eyes of the old professor, I was even just a dead thing, a piece of furniture.

I even began to pray in my heart, begging the old professor to immediately regain his glory and send me to the lustful Asura field.

While I was still thinking about it and trying to suppress my lust, the crisp sound of a whip hitting my flesh and the scream I couldn't resist broke this state.

Immediately there was a burning pain in the buttocks, I couldn't help turning my head, a clear red mark appeared on the white buttocks.

I raised my head and looked pitifully at the old professor, a whimper of grievance came out of my mouth.

The old professor held a black whip in his hand. The dark and slender whip was shiny with oil. The whip swayed a few times in the old professor's hand, which made my heart skip a beat. will fall mercilessly again.

I imagined that the next whip had already slapped on my ass, and the burning pain made my whole body tighten again.

I was immersed in the tenderness and love, unable to extricate myself, the stern cruelty made me terrified, and the interweaving of gentleness and sternness made me appreciate the strangeness of completely relaxing and then tightening, and then relaxing and tightening again. more addictive feeling.

I began to look forward to the whip in the hands of the old professor falling again. Shouldn't I be afraid of pain? Is it because the pain can be temporarily relieved? Or as the old professor said, there is an element of masochism hidden deep in my heart? Or both? I can't tell the difference either.

The magical journey has just begun, isn't it? I look forward to it even more.

I knelt on the carpet, the collar around my neck pressed against my neck, and the chain on the collar was in the hands of the old professor.

I can't see the old professor, I can only feel him standing behind me, the whip tip sweeping across my buttocks from time to time. A burst of tightness, an invisible pressure enveloped me.

Lifting my head, raising my chest, slumping my waist, and raising my hips... I tried my best to do these movements, and I kept this posture still, unaware that a large human figure, ready to go, was being reflected in the glass mirror. dog!

The old professor, who was usually chatty, was so sympathetic with words today that he finally opened his mouth, but it was an order of "Go!".

The whip just brushed lightly on my back, and I immediately scrambled towards the door.

The stainless steel collar immediately strangled my neck, and the chain was taut as I climbed forward.

The old professor stood behind me clutching the chain and walked forward unhurriedly under my lead.

The whip taps on the left and right buttocks from time to time, a littleThe pain was completely ignored by my hyper-excited me.

A whip on the left ass means I'm going to turn left, a whip on the right ass means I'm going to turn right, and a whip on the back means I'm going to speed up if I want to stop When you get down, you have to wait for the old professor to issue a password or grab the chain.

The cute and terrifying whip urged me to crawl forward from time to time, the chain was kept taut, the collar around my neck forced me to tilt my head back, looking from the side, Like a happy dog ​​eagerly dragging its owner forward excitedly.

I am no longer a piece of furniture, but a bitch, a living being with spirit and life!

I don't know what expression I will look like, is there a look of eagerness and excitement on my face, or is my expression a little dazed as if I'm drunk, my absent eyes are almost out of focus, and the small moving The tip of his nose is dotted with tiny beads of sweat, his mouth is slightly open and panting, his tongue is drooping out of his mouth, and his strangled throat makes an exciting whirring sound...

[To be finished] Continued]