Naked slut

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Actually, my fondness for being completely naked is well-known in the industry.

I've had the experience of walking out of the office completely naked before and getting on the bus. Now that I'm older, I'm much more timid, and I wouldn't do it unless I was extremely excited.

However, I still enjoy the feeling of being naked. In fact, this summer, I spent almost no time wearing clothes.

Among the photographers I participated in the outdoor shoots, there were always a few I knew, though not very well. I didn't even know their names, just recognized faces.

These "acquaintances" knew that I could easily strip naked, so after I got on the bus, they teased me with words. Well, actually, I quite wanted to strip naked, so I went along with it and took off all my clothes, then sat naked among them chatting.

Being naked was fine, but sometimes they would simply share my clothes, and then I wouldn't have any clothes to wear until I got back. Once, even my shoes were someone else's, and I had to "borrow" them.

Outdoor shoots are usually in the wild, with very few people around, so I boldly got off the bus naked.

Occasionally, I'd encounter locals, but people are generally accepting of nude photography, so standing naked among a group of cameras didn't seem too outrageous.

However, the locals still tended to gather around, some even boldly approaching to "accidentally" touch me.

Usually, nude models wear bathrobes or loose sweaters, only undressing for the shoot.

I, on the other hand, was mostly naked throughout. I

only wore a bathrobe while eating.

Sometimes there were two models or more; those usually reserved models suddenly became very uninhibited when with me, but after the shoot, they reverted to their original selves, still wrapped in bathrobes.

Actually, being naked among a large group of men is quite arousing.

I'm usually naked, so my arousal was lower, but some models were different. One female model was walking naked on the street when she encountered a local, and her legs went weak with excitement.

It's quite amazing how different the feelings are between photographers and locals—photographers are people, and locals are people too.

It has to be said, female nude models are all incredibly horny.

Or rather, all women are incredibly horny; women are human too, with their own desires and emotions. It's just that for models like us, when desire strikes, we happen to be naked, surrounded by a group of men—it would be strange not to have sex.

So during breaks, you often see female models openly having sex with their male co-stars.

I've had a persistent feeling of sexual dissatisfaction all year, wishing I had a penis constantly inside me.

I've talked to Xiaoxiang about this, and he said it's related to age; the older a woman gets, the stronger her desires become. I have frequent sex, and ordinary sex no longer easily satisfies me.

I wonder if, when I'm forty, I'll be walking around on the street, sticking my ass out and letting anyone have sex with me? When we're shooting on location, sometimes some male co-stars who know Xiaoxiang well know that we're a sexually open and uninhibited couple, so they ask Xiaoxiang if they can have sex with his wife. Xiaoxiang knows I'm always horny, so he says, "Let's fuck that little slut of mine hard."

I was quite pleased that the man wanted to have sex with me but had to ask Xiaoxiang for permission first. I was like Xiaoxiang's property; he didn't need my consent to have sex with me. If Xiaoxiang said yes, then yes.

I was sitting a little distance from Xiaoxiang, but close enough to hear the conversation. I had intended to make things difficult for him, but when he came over, my body almost involuntarily arched my back to him, and I even turned my head to look at him.

The man smiled and said to Xiaoxiang, "Brother Wang has really trained your wife well!" Actually, in front of Xiaoxiang's friends, I definitely gave Xiaoxiang plenty of face, which Xiaoxiang appreciated.

Of course, in my heart, my husband was like my master; I had no choice but to obey his demands.

The man stroked my buttocks with both hands for a while, then leaned down and grabbed my breasts.

I felt my vagina tighten, and his penis entered me. Wait, when did this guy take off his pants? How come I didn't notice? His hands were roaming over my buttocks just now; how did he undo his belt? When my vagina was fully filled with something, I was almost unable to think. Well, I should just enjoy it; being openly fucked felt so good.

The man's piston-like movements were slow and gentle, very comfortable.

I unconsciously turned my head to look at him. Hmm, his pants were only down to his knees, and when did he get the camera in his hand? I didn't mind being photographed while being fucked; there were already flashes going off in the distance. But wouldn't fiddling with a camera while fucking me affect the feeling? Afterwards, he told me that making that slutty pose was very exciting for him, and after he ejaculated, he made me pose like that so he could take many pictures. The pictures only showed my buttocks and my face; the two circular compositions were quite nice.

The man fucked me from behind for a while, then threw down the camera and picked me up. I clung to his body like a koala, and then cooperated with him thrusting into my vagina.

I have to say, my movements were incredibly skilled; I could easily get men to penetrate my vagina in any position.

There wasn't a single woman in this photoshoot group, so the men weren't too bothered. Well, aside from comparing sizes, after that guy had sex with me, other guys came to have sex with me. Of course, they didn't know they needed to ask Xiaoxiang's permission, but Xiaoxiang didn't say anything. So, they gang-raped me in an orderly fashion. During the shoot, someone seemed to ask other photographers how much it cost per session, and the answer was: free. This little slut loves being fucked.

I don't know if it's because of the gang rape I experienced at my classmates' reunion during the New Year, but I feel like my body is very suited to gang rape; only after being gang-raped do I feel a release of my lust.

This time, there were probably more than ten people in the group. I don't know if everyone had sex with me, or even how many times I was gang-raped.

After being gang-raped, I reached into my vagina and scooped out a lot of semen.

That night, while showering, Xiaoxiang washed me again with the showerhead. I felt that some of the guys' penises were particularly long, definitely reaching my uterus. I asked Xiaoxiang to widen my vagina as much as possible, and then I inserted three fingers into my uterus, and sure enough, I scooped out a lot more semen.

This made Xiaoxiang and me quite worried about pregnancy, but thankfully, my period arrived as scheduled a few days later, which relieved us.

Xiaoxiang suggested we use condoms from now on, just to be safe.

Actually, I don't really like condoms; they feel very uncomfortable.

But since Xiaoxiang said so, I obeyed, and for a while afterward, I always asked strangers to use condoms.

However, these condom-using sex sessions didn't last long; once I got excited, I forgot about them.

Fortunately, I was lucky; despite such promiscuity, I never had an unplanned pregnancy or contracted any diseases.

Some of my photographer friends were old acquaintances, having frequently joined my outdoor photoshoots since I was a virgin; they were practically my die-hard fans. When they had sex with me, they usually had a rather ritualistic approach; in their minds, it was probably a way to "get me." But

nothing stays hidden forever. Although everyone didn't say it outright, it had already spread in secret that Xiaohan, who loved to undress, was now being raped.

So, I was almost always gang-raped during the subsequent outdoor shoots.

Of course, everyone always had to consult Xiaoxiang first, and I always seemed very obedient. Everyone admired how well Xiaoxiang had trained his wife.

Actually, in my heart, consulting Xiaoxiang and then having sex with him gave me a certain pleasure. I belonged to Xiaoxiang, and in my heart, I was already Xiaoxiang's submissive.

Some people were worried that Xiaoxiang's wife would lose face if she were gang-raped. But in Xiaoxiang's eyes, his wife being gang-raped was no different than holding hands with someone. Besides, Xiaoxiang had asked me if I liked it, and I said I did, so he didn't care much.

The photography group usually consisted of about ten people, filling a minibus, so the number of people gang-raping me was about ten or more. But as Brother Zhao put it, it was terrifying—being gang-raped by a whole busload of people—it sounded horrifying.

Usually, they gang-raped me during the lunch break, leaving me no time to eat.

Xiaoxiang would then feed me, and I would eat while being raped.

Once, my hands were tied behind my back, and Xiaoxiang simply fed me.

The guy who was raping me stopped, afraid of upsetting Xiaoxiang, but Xiaoxiang said it was okay, continue.

To eat quickly, I inevitably wolfed down my food. Some photographers said they found it very arousing to see me chewing while being raped, and they took many photos.

The photographers often made special requests, and I could actually tell their preferences from their requests.

For example, one photographer asked me to take off my shoes too—not just for the photoshoot, but completely barefoot the whole time.

I guessed he was an exhibitionist; some people with OCD get hung up on their shoes when they're exposed, because wearing shoes means they're not "completely naked." I actually wanted to go even further, but outdoor shoots are usually in mountainous areas, with few paths, and in the summer, even if there are paths, they're scorching hot. Going barefoot is definitely not an option.

That photographer offered to carry me, and okay,

since he was so persistent, I agreed. He immediately signed up for the next outdoor shoot.

Xiaoxiang said the next shoot was already full, with no seats available.

That photographer said he'd even sit on a small stool, and he actually showed up for the next shoot!

As promised, I threw my only shoes in the car. The photographer didn't carry me on his back, but hugged me. Okay, I was worried he wouldn't be strong enough to drop me, so I wrapped my arms around his neck—very affectionately, and my large breasts were swaying right in front of him, attracting a lot of attention. As a result, I didn't use my feet at all that day; everyone carried me around like a rag doll.

One photographer even asked me to be completely naked except for stockings—clearly a stocking fetishist.

Stocking fetishists are probably a fairly common group. Some people even brought me stockings specifically—flesh-colored, black, white, lace, and so on. And the ultimate fate of these stockings is basically to be torn; wearing torn stockings excites them.

Those that aren't torn are kept as "used" collectibles.

In my previous understanding, these people would be considered "perverts," but after seeing so many, I feel like everyone has a little bit of a pervert in them.

I find it hard to believe that anyone could spend their entire life having sex in the same ordinary position, solely for procreation. Animals might, but humans certainly wouldn't. And if all unusual sexual preferences are considered perverted, then everyone would be perverted.

I can generally accept most of the things my fellow photographers do; some are quite interesting, and I enjoy them.

But some are rather extreme, frankly, a bit hard to accept.

Playing with feces and urine is one of them.

Actually, urine is okay; I'm not too disgusted by it, and when I urinate in the mountains, I just squat down wherever is nearby and don't mind being seen.

Once, I was urinating by the roadside when a fellow photographer came over and said he wanted to see how far I could urinate.

I was spraying urine at the time, and almost finished.

I said while urinating that I was out of stock and that we could see it next time.

But later during the shoot, that photographer kept offering me water, which I found quite funny.

Since he wanted to see how far I could urinate, I deliberately held it in until I was about to burst, and then invited him to watch me urinate.

A huge crowd suddenly gathered, all setting up their cameras.

Hey, megaphone, how many people did you tell? Did you have to make such a fuss?

Everyone formed a circle around me, but since I was squatting in the middle and nobody could see me, I leaned back, hands on the ground, legs spread wide—like a cannon.

The photographers quickly moved away where the cannon was pointed, and I even mischievously wondered if I should spray them.

Now the crowd was in a U-shape, and I forcefully sprayed my urine a long way while everyone was watching.

People were even taking pictures while I was spraying! Photographers have such interesting mindsets; they have to capture everything when they're carrying a camera.

After I'd sprayed all my photos, I uncontrollably let out a very manly fart—you couldn't photograph that, could you?

[The End]

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