I am a slutty school beauty

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I'm a freshman in college, and I really want to share my experiences with you all. The reason I'm sharing is because I like to let you know I'm a rather promiscuous girl. I first encountered the topic of "sex" in my senior year of high school. At that time, the academic pressure was immense, and I became addicted to reading novels. Once, I secretly read a novel about "exposure" and "masturbation," what's commonly known as an "H" novel. Then, when everyone was asleep that night, I secretly masturbated once, and from then on, I couldn't stop.

Although I don't want you to know that I'm a masturbating and naturally promiscuous girl, I won't reveal my name yet, since it's not good to reveal too much online.

Because of what I did in my senior year of high school, and then having a boyfriend and naturally having sex with him, my grades plummeted, dropping from above average to the bottom ten in my class.

However, I don't regret it. At least my college life is going well. Since this university is full of people like me who failed their courses, you can imagine the atmosphere.

Luckily, in this era where looks and physique matter, I have both. While I might not be a campus belle, I'm definitely the most beautiful girl in my department and the most beautiful girl in my class. Just looking at my face is enough to make people drool, not to mention my slender waist and 34D breasts. So, quite a few boys pursued me. This also satisfied another of my interests: having sex with male classmates.

I think I'm the kind of person who can't live without a man, but I also have standards for choosing a partner: he must be handsome, tall, and strong, because I think only a strong man can give me a good time. This reminds me of my ex-boyfriend. Just talking about him makes me wet. My ex was the president of the university basketball club. Yes, it's cliché, right? Maybe girls like guys who play basketball, haha. He was very sunny and handsome, and every time he made me beg for mercy. One time, he was so exhausted from working that he couldn't get out of bed the next day and had to skip class, while he was still playing basketball as usual.

It's a pity, we've broken up now. He was two years older than me, and when I was in my second semester of freshman year, he went to do an internship. We kept in touch then, but gradually, he hooked up with someone—maybe a very pretty and rich girl at his workplace. That's how I was dumped. He knew I had many boyfriends before him, and I think that's why he ultimately dumped me. But I wasn't discouraged. You can't have something new if you don't try to have it. To be honest, I'd been wanting to try something different for a while.

But I also knew those guys were just after my looks. I wanted to be able to see but not touch, to only dream of what I could have. Being naturally promiscuous, I started trying out all sorts of revealing clothes. Wearing low-cut tops that revealed my breasts, my two mounds almost spilling out from under the low V-neck, yet barely concealing my nipples, or walking along the tree-lined paths of the campus in short skirts that barely covered my buttocks. Whenever this happened, I would see many upperclassmen and classmates stealing glances at my body.

Each time I saw their lustful eyes, I felt incredibly proud and arrogant. In my heart, only handsome men were worthy of my attention; no man would ever reject me. But having been single for so long, I inevitably felt a sense of emptiness, which gradually transformed into "action." Wearing revealing clothes was no longer enough. I started wearing revealing clothes, barely covering my nipples, or even just a thong that barely covered my crotch, to school dances and even bars and nightclubs, going to the dance floor and enjoying being taken advantage of by all sorts of men.

Once, my breasts were so touched that even my nipples stood erect, and the nipple covers were barely sticking out.

Another time, a man discovered I was wearing a revealing thong. He spread my legs and stuck his long fingers inside. Just thinking about it makes me want to ejaculate. I wish I could masturbate right now in front of the computer. Getting back to the point, this increasingly decadent lifestyle has made me more and more lewd, even somewhat perverted. Because I haven't had sex with a man for a long time, I've become fond of and accustomed to masturbation, and I like to expose myself in public and play thrilling "sex games."

Recently, I've become particularly fond of and obsessed with masturbating in public. I find a secluded place, preferably one where there might be men around, like the teaching buildings or library in our school. Some of the corridors aren't locked at night, and I've tried masturbating alone in the corridor of our classroom building. I quietly put on a thong, high heels, and a thin, see-through nightgown with flower-shaped nipple covers underneath.

I stood at the corner of the corridor, where the lights were off, and it was pitch black except for the moonlight streaming in from the corridor, which made it clear.

I first leaned against the wall and reached out to stroke my vulva. Finding some sensation, I began to part my labia and tease my clitoris. Gradually, my clitoris peeked out, a small one protruding high outside my labia, seemingly yearning for comfort.

"Oh," I gritted my teeth, unable to suppress a soft moan.

Just then, a security guard passed by downstairs and suddenly turned on his flashlight.

"What's that sound? Someone upstairs!" The guard shone his flashlight down the corridor. Startled, I immediately ducked and hid. But it was too late. The two guards discussed it and decided to come up and check.

As I was thinking about how to hide, footsteps sounded on the stairs. Suddenly, a cat passed by.

"Meow~" the cat meowed as it ran down the stairs.

"Oh, it's just a cat," the two guards said, seemingly relieved, and turned back with their flashlights.

I secretly rejoiced, thankfully there were quite a few stray cats and dogs on campus, otherwise I really didn't know what would happen if I were discovered dressed like this.

The teachers at schools these days aren't very ethical, let alone the security guards; if they saw me standing so provocatively in the corridor, they might just pin me down and have their way with me. After my secret relief, I kept an eye on their movements until they were far away before daring to move again.

This time, for safety, I went up another floor. This time, I went straight to the corridor in front of the office. This was the principal's office corridor, and the door wasn't even closed! That old bastard principal, every time he sees me, he lecherously rubs my breasts. I leaned against the door, kneading my heavy, large breasts.

"Oh," "Mmm," I bit my lip, my expression one of suppressed pain. I wanted to cry out, but I couldn't. The lesson I'd just learned made me afraid to be so brazen anymore, so I just held it in.

Holding a pure little rice bowl, I'm begging for a reward~ This is an empty chapter, please support me! Writing at midnight isn't easy, but I'll definitely work harder. Although I only have time before bed to write, or rather, I'm writing during my sleep time, seeing people subscribing and reading makes me very satisfied. Keep it up~ I'll update more often. Chapter 3: Masturbating in the Teaching Building 2 (High H). After a while, I felt my nipples getting itchier and harder, but they were firmly stuck on with nipple covers, unable to stand up or be soothed. This discomfort was unbearable. So, I looked around to make sure no one was there and it was safe, then simply tore off the two nipple covers.

"Haha," I reached out and stuck the nipple covers on the principal's office door.

The principal will definitely love the two stickers with my own milky scent. He'll want to know who did it, but he won't be able to find out their identity, haha. Just thinking about it, his dick is probably already hard. I started rubbing my clitoris again. It had shrunk a bit because I was startled by the security guard's flashlight and footsteps, but it immediately protruded again when I rubbed and pressed it.

At the same time, a lot of vaginal fluid came out. Yes, I want it. "Oh," I clenched my vagina tightly, sliding my fingers around the entrance, but not going in.

I was fantasizing about different men rubbing my breasts and touching my vagina.

My vagina is the kind that's very pretty. Even though it's been with countless different men, strangely, it hasn't darkened as people say. This must be related to my natural constitution. Soon, I was so aroused by my own stimulation that I couldn't bear it anymore. The indescribable emptiness inside my vagina made me desperately need something to insert. So, my finger slipped, and "Oh~"

I instantly stimulated the sensitive spot inside my vaginal opening. The sudden pleasure made my whole body curl up as if struck by lightning, arching my back, while my left hand was tightly clamped between my thighs, my middle finger deeply inserted into the opening. Taking advantage of the approaching orgasm, I vigorously and rapidly stimulated it.

The more I stimulated, the more pleasurable it became, and later I couldn't help but let out a soft "meow" sound.

"Mmm," finally, with each stimulation, I ejaculated.

Under the moonlight, my face flushed, my nipples pushed against my thin lace nightgown, and my two fair thighs beneath it were soaked as if they had just been washed by a waterfall. The thin thong couldn't stop the flow of my juices, and my inner thighs were damp with the sweat from my orgasm.

My voice no longer attracted the attention of the security guards; perhaps they had already gone far away.

I calmed myself down for a moment, and then, using the moonlight, I continued walking down the corridor with my legs crossed.

Who could imagine that the usually pure and innocent beauty of the department, the beauty who was hard to win over, was so lonely and empty that she was masturbating alone in the teaching building, wearing only a thong and exposing her breasts? I reached the stairwell on the other side of the principal's office, but unfortunately, that stairwell was blocked off.

"Damn it, now I have to go back the way I came." Going back the way I came was not only far, but it wasn't as exciting or thrilling either. But there was no other way; I had to go back. So I turned around and started walking back. My vagina, still a little swollen from my recent orgasm, became even more sensitive as I walked, the friction from my inner thighs making it even more sensitive.

But wanting to get to another place quickly, I quickened my pace.

As I passed the principal's office, I mischievously slipped my finger into my vagina and vigorously smeared it, my hand covered in a glob of vaginal fluid, which I then smeared directly onto the principal's doorknob.

Haha, I can already imagine the surprised look on the principal's face when he opens the door tomorrow. After smearing the principal's door, I headed straight for the stairwell I had been on. I walked down the long, dark staircase until I reached the first floor.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Where to go next?

As I hesitated, a flashlight shone again around the corner. Oh no! I had been walking so fast, and in the dark, I hadn't noticed the two security guards had turned around and were back in front of the building. I quickly held my breath, barely daring to breathe. By then, the two security guards were already a few meters away from me.

"Did you hear anything in the hallway just now?" a security guard asked suspiciously, shining his flashlight towards the teaching building.

"I think you misheard. There was a cat just now, wasn't there? Maybe it's still in the teaching building. There's nothing valuable in this building. These days, computers and such aren't worth much. Who would steal that? And those lab equipment and instruments, even if someone stole them, they couldn't take them." "That's true," the two security guards said, and then walked away with their flashlights.

I crouched on the stairs, sweating nervously.

They passed by me, sometimes only a meter or two away. And besides hiding behind the stair railing, I had almost nothing to hide from them. They could easily see my lewd body with just a flashlight. Thinking about it, I almost moaned again, but thankfully I held back.

These vulgar, dirty, sweaty security guards weren't worthy of having relations with me. Thinking this, I quietly got up from the stairs and crept towards the girls' dormitory. There were no obstacles on the way, and the aunties checking the rooms were already asleep.

I quietly slipped back to my room. Lin Xiang, who was on the upper bunk, asked me where I'd been.

The dormitory was dark; the moonlight streaming through the small window made it impossible to see anything, especially since she was asleep. She'd been woken up halfway through the night and was too lazy to even open her eyes, so she didn't notice anything amiss.

"I just went outside for some fresh air. It was too stuffy in the room, and I couldn't sleep," I said, lying down on the bed. "Now it's fine, I'm going to sleep. You should go to sleep too." I closed my eyes.

But my fingers kept stroking my labia, gently teasing them, trying to find the lingering pleasure from before. I felt I'd been too timid; I should have gone further, found more places, and masturbated more often to get enough pleasure. I kept rubbing my clitoris, constantly teetering on the edge of orgasm, then immediately stopping. I was afraid of making a sound and losing control.

Now, all I need is a man. While masturbating like this is pleasurable, it's nothing compared to a real man, especially a strong, powerful one. Thinking about it, I felt waves of orgasm washing over me, even more intense than before. Repeated unfulfilled desires had driven me almost to madness. Finally, I couldn't resist any longer and got up and ran to the bathroom.

"Oh," I groaned softly, my fingers rapidly inserting into my vagina. Despite my best efforts to suppress it, it was still so alluring, making it obvious what I was doing.

Fortunately, no one noticed this time, as they were all asleep and didn't hear my kitten-like moans.

After my pleasure subsided, I finally calmed down, turned on the tap to wash my buttocks and hands, and then went back to bed.

[The End]

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