Chapter 67: Chapter 66: The Pillow Under the Buttocks
Zhang Hao did not agree with what Zhao Qing said, instead he retorted, "Tonight, the person who most needs to be happy is you, as for me, I might just be a tool."
"Nurse Zhao, tell me whatever you want, and I will satisfy you completely."
Zhao Qing leaned into Zhang Hao’s arms, thought for a moment, and then said:
"I want... I want to have an overwhelming climax, I want to be out of control like the women in movies, can you do that for me?"
Zhang Hao didn’t say another word, he just picked up Zhao Qing and threw her heavily onto the bed.
He didn’t bring many toys this time, but it was just right.
Zhao Qing looked at the items Zhang Hao took out in surprise: "When did you prepare these?"
Zhang Hao said with a smile, "I’ve been ready for a while now, Nurse Zhao, you don’t have to think about anything right now, just enjoy."
Zhao Qing nodded, but she was still very curious, having no clue what Zhang Hao was going to do next.
A plain blindfold then covered her eyes.
Then she felt something lightly brushing against her body, tickling her a lot.
Next second, ropes wrapped around her wrists, including her ankles.
Her entire body was restrained on the bed in a spread-eagle position.
Zhao Qing writhed, feeling this was too shameful.
Even if she couldn’t control herself in the past, it was never like it was tonight.
Zhang Hao stood by the bed, holding a small red paddle, first hitting Zhao Qing’s flat belly.
"Nurse Zhao, you’re already a married woman, so why do you still act so shy like a young girl when faced with these things? Shouldn’t you let go a little?"
Zhao Qing tilted her chin up, her throat visibly swallowing.
"I... I’m married, but I’ve never played like this."
Before she finished speaking, Zhang Hao’s paddle struck again, this time on Zhao Qing’s breasts.
In an instant of pain, Zhao Qing instinctively wanted to cover herself with her hands, but they were tied to the head of the bed.
No matter how much she wanted to protect herself, it was futile.
She could only submit to Zhang Hao’s torment.
Soon, a buzzing sound came to her ears, a sound Zhao Qing was all too familiar with.
Over those two years, she had bought many toys, big and small.
They all made noises like this.
Zhang Hao pressed the toy against Zhao Qing’s pearl.
At first, he used the lowest setting, stimulating for a few minutes, noticing Zhao Qing seemed to feel nothing.
Zhang Hao increased the intensity to medium, and finally, Zhao Qing started to react, but it probably wasn’t enough.
Then he turned it to the third setting, the toy’s motor vibrating so much that his hand started to feel numb.
Zhang Hao gently placed it on her, and Zhao Qing finally couldn’t control her moaning and crying out loud.
No matter how her body twisted, trying to escape the stimulation of the toy,
Zhang Hao would immediately press the toy firmly against Zhao Qing’s private part.
"I never expected that Nurse Zhao, while playing alone at home, always turned it up to the highest setting. No wonder you were indifferent to the stimulation of the first two settings."
With her inner secret revealed, Zhao Qing moaned in a mix of ecstasy and embarrassment.
"I haven’t been with any man casually. Besides, aren’t these toys made for women?"
Zhang Hao chuckled, but Zhao Qing, blindfolded, couldn’t see it at all.
She could only continue to endure the stimulation from the toy, but what Zhao Qing hadn’t anticipated was that the device Zhang Hao brought had another setting.
Seeing that Zhao Qing had gradually become accustomed to the stimulation, he then pushed the setting to the highest level.
The buzzing sound of the toy became even more distinct, and Zhao Qing, while gasping, begged for mercy.
Zhang Hao paid no heed; women, the more they beg for mercy, the more they want it, especially a woman who hasn’t been played with by a man for two years—her desire was naturally the strongest.
After a full twenty minutes, Zhao Qing’s body trembled again before she went limp.
However, Zhang Hao didn’t remove the toy from its place, continuing to stimulate her there.
"Don’t... don’t... please stop, I can’t take it anymore, Doctor Zhang, spare me," she pleaded.
Zhang Hao lowered the setting by one notch, significantly reducing the stimulation, but it was still intense for Zhao Qing.
Her body twisted on the bed, and suddenly Zhang Hao noticed that the bedsheet had become soaked through a large area.
Even the area around Zhao Qing’s thighs was wet and slippery.
Zhao Qing, who was normally a bit aloof, had now turned into a squirting doll.
"Nurse Zhao, why is there so much water from you that you’ve soaked the bedsheet?" teased Zhang Hao deliberately.
Zhao Qing’s face turned as red as a persimmon upon hearing this, and she wanted to turn her head away to ignore Zhang Hao’s nonsense.
But she could distinctly feel the cool dampness of the bedsheet beneath her.
This was her first time releasing so much fluid.
If she had known Zhang Hao was so skilled at this, she would have steered clear from the start, but if she had, how could she have found pleasure?
The toy’s battery was limited and soon ran out, unable to stimulate any longer.
Zhang Hao had no choice but to toss the toy aside and approached the head of the bed, touching Zhao Qing’s cheek with his hand.
"Nurse Zhao, I might be about to do something very offensive to you, I wonder if you are willing," he said.
Zhang Hao pinched Zhao Qing’s chin with his hand, forcing her to open her mouth. Zhao Qing wanted to escape, but there was no way for her to do so.
She only felt something soft being stuffed into her mouth but soon realized what it was—it was Zhang Hao’s cock!
She was actually biting someone who wasn’t her husband, resisting instinctively, but she couldn’t spit it out.
As Zhang Hao pressed her head down and played with it a few times, she felt the thing in her mouth swelling.
Zhao Qing’s last shred of shame was shattered by Zhang Hao.
"If Nurse Zhao won’t lick me, how can I satisfy you? My thing has to be hard before it can enter your body," he said.
"Didn’t you experience the pleasure this thing brought to you this afternoon in the restroom?"
Of course, she had, or else she wouldn’t have ended up in a hotel with him!
Zhao Qing abandoned her decency and began to mimic those vulgar women from movies, unable to part from a man’s member, voraciously licking Zhang Hao’s cock.
With almost every stroke, Zhang Hao’s mushroom tip hit the back of her throat.
Watching Zhao Qing gag and retch, Zhang Hao felt a great sense of achievement.
Zhao Qing felt her saliva dribbling down the corner of her mouth, the scene must have been quite chaotic.
Zhang Hao held his cock and gently tapped it a few times on Zhao Qing’s cheek.
All the while, Zhao Qing kept her mouth open, tongue out, eager to lick it more.
"I never imagined that Nurse Zhao would enjoy my cock so much, looks like next time I’ll have to let you lick it more," he said.
Zhao Qing moaned in response, and Zhang Hao picked up a pillow from the head of the bed and placed it under Zhao Qing’s buttocks.
This made her secret garden fully exposed; it was already a muddy mess and extremely sensitive!
