10-11-2025, 11:27 PM
## Update 98: The Violation of the Vow (Avi and Principal Sir)
"Let's begin," the Sir announced, his voice a low command. At his words, the girl glared at me with pure, intense anger, her jaw clenched.
i was thinkingi: She couldn't say anything to the Sir, but she was looking at me, her eyes tracking my every move, watching to see when I would put my lunď in her chooť. She had already been fucked twice, once by the Sir and once by me, both sessions having started without a proper break. First, the Sir had fucked her chooť while I was busy with her mouth. As soon as the Sir came, I began to fuck her chooť, and the Sir put his lunď in her mouth to finish. When my cum came out, the Sir fucked her chooť again. She hadn't gotten a chance to rest at all. Now she had just received a small, insufficient break, and I was already talking about fucking again. That exhaustion was what made her mad at me.
This time, my mind was consumed by a different, darker desire. *I wanted to fuck her ganď.*
I began to whisper in the Sir's ear, leaning close to his head. "Sir, I want to fuck her ganď," I said, the request a sharp intake of breath.
The Sir's eyes widened in surprise. "What? You want to fuck her ganď?" he asked.
"Yes, I do," I replied firmly.
The Sir shook his head, his lips twisting. "I haven't fucked her ganď yet. I don't like anal sex myself. And maybe she won't like getting her ganď fucked either. You should ask her and see. If she agrees, that's fine. If not, you can just fuck her chooť again," he suggested, placing the responsibility on me.
"Sir, if you ask her, using your authority, she will agree instantly," I insisted, pushing the boundary.
"I don't think she will agree so easily," the Sir countered, studying the girl's rigid posture. "Looking at her, it seems she has never had anal sex before in her life."
"Sir, try asking her with a little anger, with a tone of command," I suggested, my voice low and manipulative. "If she agrees, that's perfect; otherwise, we can back off."
"Alright, I will see what I can do," the Sir sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. *(Internal thoughts of the Sir: What a predicament I've gotten myself into. If I don't listen to Avi, he could tell anyone and ruin my career. This girl won't tell anyone, but Avi is unpredictable. I'll just ask her one more time to avoid a scandal.)* He turned to the girl, his face hardening, his voice dropping to a dangerous baritone. She immediately refused, shaking her head vigorously, but the fear of the Sir was greater than her pain. She had to give in to the command. She whispered, "Yes." As soon as she said yes, my lunď sprang back to full, demanding hardness.
I made her go into the doggy position again, her body trembling with dread. This time I was careful to put a condom on my lunď myself, rolling it down with practiced ease. I then put my lunď in her mouth briefly to wet it with her saliva. She silently sucked on my lunď to make it wet. After a short while, I took my lunď out of her mouth and went behind her. I gestured for the Sir to put his lunď in her mouth. The Sir complied, putting his lunď into her mouth, silencing her last avenue of protest. She began to suck on the Sir's lunď, her eyes squeezed shut.
This time I didn't have any oil or cream to prepare her ganď for penetration. "Sir, how will I do it without any oil?" I asked, worried about the friction.
The Sir shrugged, watching his own pleasure. "Just put some spit on it and push it in hard."
I followed his terrible advice, putting my spit on the tight hole of her ganď. This was the first time I was going to fuck her ganď without oil or even a finger to prepare the way. I knew the complete lack of lubrication was going to hurt her excruciatingly.
Even so, I put my lunď on the hole of her ganď and gave a single, hard thrust. My glans, the head of my lunď, went into her ganď with great, grinding difficulty. Her ganď was as fiercely tight as I had imagined. Suppressed gasping sounds of pain were coming from her mouth, muffled by the Sir's presence. I held her waist firmly and gave another deep thrust, and about 4 inches of my lunď forced its way inside.
Her entire body started shaking violently with pain, and I saw tears streaming from her eyes, even though her mouth was occupied. I decided I would stay still like this for a little while to let her adjust. The Sir, noticing her intense pain, began to press her breasts firmly to try to reduce her pain, but he did not take his lunď out of her mouth.
After a long minute, she visibly became a little more normal, the shaking subsiding to a shudder. The Sir told me in a low voice to continue fucking her ganď with the amount of lunď that was already inside. Seeing her become calmer, I slowly began to move the half-inserted lunď inside and out. At first, she still felt sharp pain, but with the Sir's lunď in her mouth and his hands on her boobs, she seemed to be enduring the pain, perhaps even feeling a strange mix of pain and pleasure. For two minutes, I kept fucking her ganď like this. The Sir then took his lunď out of her mouth, but only to hold it, and focused solely on pressing her breasts.
Now I felt she could take the whole lunď inside without causing immediate injury, so I pushed the entire lunď inside with one final, deliberate thrust. This time she writhed so violently that the Sir quickly put his lunď back into her mouth to muffle her scream completely. I knew I had to stop and wait for a while. She took more time to become normal this time, her body convulsing slightly.
After a tense minute, I began to move my lunď again. The whole lunď was going into her fiercely tight ganď with great difficulty and pressure. Even so, I kept thrusting my lunď into her ganď, determined not to stop. After five minutes, her pain finally subsided, giving way to a more rhythmic movement. Then I increased the speed of my thrusts, hammering into her ganď. The Sir was smiling now, watching my aggressive, powerful movements. We both fucked her ganď hard, in a punishing rhythm. Her body clearly didn't have the strength to take it anymore; she was completely exhausted. It was only good that I was holding her waist tightly and the Sir was holding her shoulder for balance. This way, she was able to stay up and endure it while in the doggy position. Otherwise, she would have fallen down from exhaustion long ago.
But her ganď was so tight and unyielding that after ten minutes of violent thrusting, I had to accept my defeat in front of her body's strength. My cum came out inside the condom, a quick, intense release. Along with that, the Sir also released his cum into her mouth, finally completing his own work.
I took my lunď out of her ganď. There was a shocking smear of blood on the tip of the condom. I quickly took the condom off and tossed it. As soon as I and the Sir took our organs out, she collapsed onto the ground, sobbing, completely spent. Seeing how brutally I had fucked her ganď, I thought it best to leave now and come back later to avoid any confrontation. I cleaned my lunď, quickly put on my clothes, and told the Sir I was leaving for the time being. I told him I would be back around 7 PM. The Sir, relieved to be alone with his secret again, simply gestured for me to leave.
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"Let's begin," the Sir announced, his voice a low command. At his words, the girl glared at me with pure, intense anger, her jaw clenched.
i was thinkingi: She couldn't say anything to the Sir, but she was looking at me, her eyes tracking my every move, watching to see when I would put my lunď in her chooť. She had already been fucked twice, once by the Sir and once by me, both sessions having started without a proper break. First, the Sir had fucked her chooť while I was busy with her mouth. As soon as the Sir came, I began to fuck her chooť, and the Sir put his lunď in her mouth to finish. When my cum came out, the Sir fucked her chooť again. She hadn't gotten a chance to rest at all. Now she had just received a small, insufficient break, and I was already talking about fucking again. That exhaustion was what made her mad at me.
This time, my mind was consumed by a different, darker desire. *I wanted to fuck her ganď.*
I began to whisper in the Sir's ear, leaning close to his head. "Sir, I want to fuck her ganď," I said, the request a sharp intake of breath.
The Sir's eyes widened in surprise. "What? You want to fuck her ganď?" he asked.
"Yes, I do," I replied firmly.
The Sir shook his head, his lips twisting. "I haven't fucked her ganď yet. I don't like anal sex myself. And maybe she won't like getting her ganď fucked either. You should ask her and see. If she agrees, that's fine. If not, you can just fuck her chooť again," he suggested, placing the responsibility on me.
"Sir, if you ask her, using your authority, she will agree instantly," I insisted, pushing the boundary.
"I don't think she will agree so easily," the Sir countered, studying the girl's rigid posture. "Looking at her, it seems she has never had anal sex before in her life."
"Sir, try asking her with a little anger, with a tone of command," I suggested, my voice low and manipulative. "If she agrees, that's perfect; otherwise, we can back off."
"Alright, I will see what I can do," the Sir sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. *(Internal thoughts of the Sir: What a predicament I've gotten myself into. If I don't listen to Avi, he could tell anyone and ruin my career. This girl won't tell anyone, but Avi is unpredictable. I'll just ask her one more time to avoid a scandal.)* He turned to the girl, his face hardening, his voice dropping to a dangerous baritone. She immediately refused, shaking her head vigorously, but the fear of the Sir was greater than her pain. She had to give in to the command. She whispered, "Yes." As soon as she said yes, my lunď sprang back to full, demanding hardness.
I made her go into the doggy position again, her body trembling with dread. This time I was careful to put a condom on my lunď myself, rolling it down with practiced ease. I then put my lunď in her mouth briefly to wet it with her saliva. She silently sucked on my lunď to make it wet. After a short while, I took my lunď out of her mouth and went behind her. I gestured for the Sir to put his lunď in her mouth. The Sir complied, putting his lunď into her mouth, silencing her last avenue of protest. She began to suck on the Sir's lunď, her eyes squeezed shut.
This time I didn't have any oil or cream to prepare her ganď for penetration. "Sir, how will I do it without any oil?" I asked, worried about the friction.
The Sir shrugged, watching his own pleasure. "Just put some spit on it and push it in hard."
I followed his terrible advice, putting my spit on the tight hole of her ganď. This was the first time I was going to fuck her ganď without oil or even a finger to prepare the way. I knew the complete lack of lubrication was going to hurt her excruciatingly.
Even so, I put my lunď on the hole of her ganď and gave a single, hard thrust. My glans, the head of my lunď, went into her ganď with great, grinding difficulty. Her ganď was as fiercely tight as I had imagined. Suppressed gasping sounds of pain were coming from her mouth, muffled by the Sir's presence. I held her waist firmly and gave another deep thrust, and about 4 inches of my lunď forced its way inside.
Her entire body started shaking violently with pain, and I saw tears streaming from her eyes, even though her mouth was occupied. I decided I would stay still like this for a little while to let her adjust. The Sir, noticing her intense pain, began to press her breasts firmly to try to reduce her pain, but he did not take his lunď out of her mouth.
After a long minute, she visibly became a little more normal, the shaking subsiding to a shudder. The Sir told me in a low voice to continue fucking her ganď with the amount of lunď that was already inside. Seeing her become calmer, I slowly began to move the half-inserted lunď inside and out. At first, she still felt sharp pain, but with the Sir's lunď in her mouth and his hands on her boobs, she seemed to be enduring the pain, perhaps even feeling a strange mix of pain and pleasure. For two minutes, I kept fucking her ganď like this. The Sir then took his lunď out of her mouth, but only to hold it, and focused solely on pressing her breasts.
Now I felt she could take the whole lunď inside without causing immediate injury, so I pushed the entire lunď inside with one final, deliberate thrust. This time she writhed so violently that the Sir quickly put his lunď back into her mouth to muffle her scream completely. I knew I had to stop and wait for a while. She took more time to become normal this time, her body convulsing slightly.
After a tense minute, I began to move my lunď again. The whole lunď was going into her fiercely tight ganď with great difficulty and pressure. Even so, I kept thrusting my lunď into her ganď, determined not to stop. After five minutes, her pain finally subsided, giving way to a more rhythmic movement. Then I increased the speed of my thrusts, hammering into her ganď. The Sir was smiling now, watching my aggressive, powerful movements. We both fucked her ganď hard, in a punishing rhythm. Her body clearly didn't have the strength to take it anymore; she was completely exhausted. It was only good that I was holding her waist tightly and the Sir was holding her shoulder for balance. This way, she was able to stay up and endure it while in the doggy position. Otherwise, she would have fallen down from exhaustion long ago.
But her ganď was so tight and unyielding that after ten minutes of violent thrusting, I had to accept my defeat in front of her body's strength. My cum came out inside the condom, a quick, intense release. Along with that, the Sir also released his cum into her mouth, finally completing his own work.
I took my lunď out of her ganď. There was a shocking smear of blood on the tip of the condom. I quickly took the condom off and tossed it. As soon as I and the Sir took our organs out, she collapsed onto the ground, sobbing, completely spent. Seeing how brutally I had fucked her ganď, I thought it best to leave now and come back later to avoid any confrontation. I cleaned my lunď, quickly put on my clothes, and told the Sir I was leaving for the time being. I told him I would be back around 7 PM. The Sir, relieved to be alone with his secret again, simply gestured for me to leave.
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