Beautiful girl's heartfelt confession

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My first time happened shortly after I started middle school, to my first boyfriend: my homeroom teacher. It wasn't until after we broke up that I realized he didn't actually love me; he was just infatuated with my incredibly beautiful face, slender figure, flawless skin, and my tender, tight little hole. Although I became a woman quite early, I didn't like wearing shortened skirts to attract attention. In my classmates' eyes, I was a very, very pretty, well-behaved, hardworking, and academically excellent student. However, my school uniform skirt was indeed quite short, probably ten centimeters above the knee, much shorter than the average good student's. But that was because I had a slim waist and long legs; I didn't intentionally shorten it. Because my grades were consistently among the top, the discipline master and others never bothered me; instead, they often leered at me, taking the opportunity to pat my shoulder and butt. I had many suitors—from within the school, outside the school, tutoring centers, high school boys, and even two other male teachers. The feeling of being the center of attention was certainly wonderful, but back then I thought I loved my professor so much that I was indifferent to other guys. My girlfriends even gave me the nickname "Ice Cube"... They had no idea that I had already been melted by my professor... My professor's sexual skills were terrible; in three years of dating, he had never given me an orgasm. However, I quite liked the feeling of him penetrating me. Although it was painful and uncomfortable, it symbolized that we were truly one, making me feel both pain and pleasure, and I felt so happy, so very happy... My vagina was very sensitive and easily became wet; just touching and scratching would soak my safety shorts. My professor said that was squirting, and I foolishly believed him, only to later learn that it was far from being a true orgasm... I got into the top-ranked girls' high school in the country, and commuting there would take four hours every day, so I moved in with my aunt. Being in different places and having no chance to sleep together, I accidentally discovered my professor's evil true nature. The day we broke up, I hid under the covers and cried for a long, long time. My aunt and uncle were terrified, so I forced a smile and said I missed home, my parents, and my friends. My aunt and uncle were both very kind to me, especially my uncle, who treated me like his own daughter, neglecting his newborn son. With the warm care of my elders, I gradually emerged from the shadow of heartbreak. The pressure of schoolwork also left me no time to think much; every day was just classes, exams, and tutoring. I threw away all the love letters and gifts from male teachers and boys in tutoring classes. Suddenly, I was selected for the marching band. Because of the band practice, we often had to wear very short, altered uniform skirts. Of course, we had to wear normal length skirts when entering and leaving the school, but although the air conditioning in the tutoring center was strong, it was still stuffy, so we in the marching band all liked to wear miniskirts. My waist is very thin, and the uniform skirts were already shorter than my classmates'. However, all my girlfriends had changed into miniskirts, and if I didn't, I'd feel out of place—it was a kind of peer pressure. Once, during tutoring, I put a paper bag in front of the air conditioner, and the dripping water soaked my knee-length skirt. So I had to wear a miniskirt to my aunt's house. My aunt was away on a business trip that day, and my cousin was at his grandmother's. My uncle secretly drank while my aunt wasn't there, and he got drunk and vomited. I helped him to the master bedroom, and then he raped me. The next day, my uncle knelt before me, kowtowing and begging for my forgiveness. He said he had never had an affair, and although he had always had sexual fantasies about me, he had never dared to touch me inappropriately. My aunt and uncle had a very good relationship, and although I was angry, I didn't want to upset my aunt, and I couldn't bear to let my uncle kneel there forever, so I reluctantly said I forgave him. I've heard that people who have been raped don't want to wear skirts anymore, but even our school's winter uniforms are skirts, so I don't have any intention of not wearing skirts. Although the marching band's skirts were short, they actually wore underwear and leggings during performances—more than they wore on the day I was raped. I had already been chosen as the next captain, and I had a great relationship with my girlfriends, so I had no intention of leaving the marching band. I only had sex once during my three years of high school. Sex has always been uncomfortable for me, whether with my professors or my uncle. In my first two years of college, I was a true "ice cube," unmoved by many suitors. In my third year, I started dating a young professor from another department because I felt he was the only suitor who wasn't just looking for sex. Soon after we started dating, he admitted he used to be very promiscuous and had a lot of sexual experience. He said that as he got older, his thinking changed, and he wanted to find a decent woman to marry. His technique was really good; I squirted during our first time having sex. I never knew I could produce so much fluid, and it was the first time I experienced the pleasure of sex. He was incredibly skilled; he could often bring me to orgasm and make me faint… He also semi-forced me to watch porn and read erotic literature with him, and taught me oral sex and various positions, making me incredibly embarrassed… After two years of dating, under his tutelage, I gradually became accustomed to sexy, revealing clothes, and all my swimsuits were replaced with bikinis or low-cut, backless styles with high slits. All the new dresses in my wardrobe were shorter than my marching uniform, and he never allowed me to wear safety shorts; I could only wear the sexiest and most alluring bras and panties. I completely overcame the fear of being raped, and even wore tight tops and pleated miniskirts to family gatherings, letting my uncle admire me. I was full of confidence; I knew that being raped wasn't my fault, but my uncle's. My uncle's penetration was insignificant compared to the hundreds of sexual encounters I had experienced, and I didn't need to feel any guilt or remorse. When I graduated from university, my boyfriend proposed, but I hesitated. Marriage isn't just about two people; it's about two families. Although we're sexually compatible, our personalities and other aspects aren't so compatible. My parents dislike him, and his mother always complains that I'm too beautiful, too alluring, have too many seductive eyes, and too thin to have children. Even though many people know my boyfriend and I live together, I still have a constant stream of suitors. Rejecting his proposal was a huge blow to him; he started to doubt things, and we argued more and more often. For a girl, sex is more than just physical intimacy. When our hearts can't connect, what was once perfect sex becomes one-sided abuse. Thinking back to sex in middle school, although it was painful and uncomfortable, my heart was filled with sweetness. Now, even though my boyfriend makes me squirt repeatedly, the passion in my soul is waning day by day. I prefer "love" to "sex." Sex without love is like microwaved food from a convenience store—it tastes good, but it can never be considered gourmet food. Because of various misunderstandings, my boyfriend's love for me has also diminished. Although he was still obsessed with my alluring body, he became increasingly less caring and tender towards me… I found it hard to understand what a “friends with benefits” was all about. After breaking up with my boyfriend, he often wanted to have sex with me, but after I repeatedly refused, he stopped contacting me. Losing a friend, especially one who was once so intimate and with whom I shared such a deep connection, left me feeling incredibly lost. Several job interviews also resulted in sexual harassment, which made me feel extremely down. It was around that time that I met the CEO. The CEO was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, but his thinking was clear and logical; he always saw things in the heart and was incredibly persuasive. From our first meeting, I felt like we were kindred spirits, and I even told him all my deepest secrets. He listened to me earnestly and sincerely, analyzed my problems, and helped me clarify the various difficulties I had recently encountered. We talked for a long, long time; the sky outside the McDonald's window suddenly changed from sunrise to night, and all the customers sitting nearby had changed. We had such a pleasant chat that I didn't even realize it had lasted so long. Perhaps because I'd been sitting for so long, my lower body started to ache, so he kindly drove me back to my rented apartment and offered to help me find a job. The CEO was incredibly efficient; the very next day, a well-known women's clothing brand called to invite me for an interview. To make a good impression on the interviewers, I specifically chose my sexiest and most alluring lingerie and wore my most revealing and lightest dress, arriving at the agreed-upon location half an hour early. Although I was referred by the CEO, they still meticulously checked my resume and asked me all sorts of professional questions. The interviewers were all lecherous men, but none of them sexually harassed me, which filled me with anticipation for the company. A man's lecherous gaze wasn't a problem for me at all; I'd grown up in that kind of environment. After a long series of questions and answers, they decided to offer me the position of Marketing Development Manager, concurrently serving as the CEO's Special Assistant. Turns out, the CEO was the owner of this women's clothing company; no wonder he understood women so well. Because of my important management position, the CEO personally trained me as a new employee. A whole week of classes from morning till night left my vagina incredibly sore and aching. Thankfully, I take good care of my buttocks, and sitting in a chair for a week didn't ruin their smooth curves. The market development department is full of beautiful women, and I, the department manager, am the most beautiful among them. I've noticed that their positions are directly proportional to their looks and figures; the girl who originally filled my position was an absolute beauty, almost as beautiful as me. Our company is already the number one brand in the women's ready-to-wear market, so acquiring new customers is actually very difficult. However, the CEO devised a perfect plan for me, allowing me to lead this group of beautiful and intelligent women to promote the company's products to the high-end male buyer market. As the department manager, I wore the company's official uniform with them...Wearing sexy uniforms, we were driven to the target client's villa, office, or other designated location by a company sports car. "Hello, I'm Yang Lifang, whom you booked yesterday. Would it be convenient for me to demonstrate our company's products now?" I said, wearing a low-cut, backless mini-dress, bending slightly forward to reveal a deep cleavage, my pretty face adorned with sweet dimples. The man in front of me stared, mouth agape, crotch bulging. I couldn't help but chuckle, knowing that the company's products were indeed beautiful and sexy, and me wearing them amplified the allure. "Excuse me, could you please help Lifang bring up the dresses for the demonstration?" I grabbed the man's arm, pressing it tightly against my chest. "There aren't many dresses to demonstrate today, but they're so heavy! I can't carry them all by myself." The man helped me unload a large, light box from the sports car. There were actually quite a few dresses inside, but our company's designs are environmentally friendly and economical with fabric, so each dress didn't weigh much. My small feet, clad in high heels, walked ahead of him, step by step, up the gentle slope and steps in front of the villa. Although I wasn't showing much, he must have already seen my sexy panties under my skirt. These are a secret product within our company, not for public sale; he probably hadn't seen them before. "You're so strong..." I gently squeezed his arm, my eyes peering through his crotch towards the hallway outside. "Your legs are so long, they're so sore. Could you massage Lifang's thighs before the presentation?" The man slammed his suitcase aside, suddenly scooped me up in his arms, and rushed towards a room with a huge bed amidst my soft cries. He gently placed me on the bed, lovingly cupped my face, and kissed me passionately. "Mmm..." I murmured softly, the seal in my heart broken. I felt as if I were back in the passionate days of my relationship with my ex-boyfriend. Enjoying the man's lips, enjoying the man's tongue, enjoying the man's rudeness, enjoying the man's roughness... His technique was poor, his kisses hurt so much. But his intense love made up for the lack of skill, making my sensitive body tremble uncontrollably, my vagina secreting fluid... His hands touched my breasts, caressing my erect nipples through the thin fabric. His hands were heavy and hot, squeezing so hard, but that nostalgic touch filled me with immense pleasure, eagerly anticipating his further caresses... My body was completely limp. Sensitive as I am, I can't resist a man's teasing. Although we had only met for the first time, although I only learned of his existence yesterday, his love for me deeply attracted me... It was like love at first sight, a thunderbolt igniting a fire, dry wood meeting a raging flame... I willingly offered him my perfect body... Of course, I don't love him. A man's heart isn't so easily won over. But I know he loves me, is deeply infatuated with me. He's obsessed with my face, my slender neck, my fragrant shoulders, my beautiful breasts, my chest and abdomen, my slender waist, my full hips, my long legs, my small feet… and he'll be obsessed with my pussy… He loves me, and I love the CEO, the company, the clients, and him who buys the company's expensive products. Although I haven't shown off any other dresses yet, I know he'll definitely become a major client of the company today. The price of this dress I'm wearing is comparable to his luxury villa. Even if he doesn't buy any other products, my sales this month have already far exceeded my target. He loves me deeply, and I love him as a major client. Although I'm not a little girl who easily loses herself in lust, I haven't enjoyed sex since graduation. At this moment, all I want is for him to love me, penetrate me, fuck me, fuck me, bring me to a hard orgasm, make me gush with juices, make me sweat profusely, make my tight pussy spasm, make my uterus burst with semen… He pulls down the thin straps of the dress, down to my waist. He frantically tried to unhook my bra, but couldn't manage it. The hard underwire pressed painfully against my chest, so I had to unhook it myself and let him move the bra aside… “Mmm…” Having not been bitten by a man for months, my nipples were even more sensitive, swollen and red as if they might burst with milk at any moment. He suckled at my breasts like a child, thirstily… “Ahhhhhh… Mmm…” I couldn't help but moan and cry out. My long-dormant body wasn't as resilient as I thought; the intense electric sensation made my upper body tingle. I felt that from this day forward, I could never live without sex, never live without men… I had to always have a boyfriend… The man passionately sucked on my nipples, licking them until they were itchy, sore, and I wanted them so badly. One of the man's large hands cupped my breast, while the other massaged my smooth, delicate thigh. My small hands kneaded and caressed the exposed breast... "Mmm...mmm...oh...mmm...mmm..." My sweet voice became softer and more seductive, yet clear and not sticky. My ex-boyfriend loved hearing my moans and pleas during sex; he said that just hearing them would make a man aroused, even without seeing me. The man on top of me loosened his grip slightly, probably because his penis had lifted him up. The hand that had been caressing my thigh left, and he quietly unbuckled his belt and pants. I stole a glance at him; his penis was so high, so very high, it made me so ashamed... His underwear was stuck because of his penis; no matter how hard I pulled, the opening in the front wouldn't go any further. He suddenly pulled hard, tearing his underwear, which then fell to the ground along with his outer pants... I felt my face getting even hotter... He was finally coming... I was so looking forward to this love-filled sex!I...fuck me...bring me to orgasm, make me gush with juices, make me sweat profusely, make my tight little hole spasm, make my uterus burst with semen...He pulled down the thin straps of my dress, down to my waist. He frantically tried to unhook my bra, but couldn't manage it; the hard underwire pressed painfully against my chest. I had no choice but to unhook the clasp myself, letting him move the bra aside... "Mmm..." Having not been bitten by a man for months, my nipples were even more sensitive, swollen and red as if they would spray milk at any moment. He suckled my beautiful breasts thirstily like a child... "Ah ... I feel like from today onwards I can't live without sex, I can't live without men... I must always have a boyfriend... The man passionately sucked on my nipples, licking them until they were so itchy, so sore, and I wanted them so badly. One of his large hands cupped my breast, while the other massaged my smooth, delicate thighs. My small hands kneaded and caressed the empty breast... "Mmm...mmm...oh...mmm...mmm..." My sweet voice became softer and sweeter, but clear and not sticky. My ex-boyfriend loved hearing my moans and pleas during sex; he said that just hearing them would make a man aroused, even if he didn't see me. The man on top of me loosened his grip a little, probably because his penis had lifted him up. The hand that had been caressing my thighs left, and he quietly unbuckled his belt and pants. I stole a glance at him; his penis was so erect, it made me so shy… His underwear was stuck because of his penis, and no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't get it past the opening in the front. Suddenly, he pulled hard, tearing his underwear, which then fell to the ground along with his outer pants… I felt my face getting even hotter… He was finally coming… I was so looking forward to this love-filled sex!I...fuck me...bring me to orgasm, make me gush with juices, make me sweat profusely, make my tight little hole spasm, make my uterus burst with semen...He pulled down the thin straps of my dress, down to my waist. He frantically tried to unhook my bra, but couldn't manage it; the hard underwire pressed painfully against my chest. I had no choice but to unhook the clasp myself, letting him move the bra aside... "Mmm..." Having not been bitten by a man for months, my nipples were even more sensitive, swollen and red as if they would spray milk at any moment. He suckled my beautiful breasts thirstily like a child... "Ah ... I feel like from today onwards I can't live without sex, I can't live without men... I must always have a boyfriend... The man passionately sucked on my nipples, licking them until they were so itchy, so sore, and I wanted them so badly. One of his large hands cupped my breast, while the other massaged my smooth, delicate thighs. My small hands kneaded and caressed the empty breast... "Mmm...mmm...oh...mmm...mmm..." My sweet voice became softer and sweeter, but clear and not sticky. My ex-boyfriend loved hearing my moans and pleas during sex; he said that just hearing them would make a man aroused, even if he didn't see me. The man on top of me loosened his grip a little, probably because his penis had lifted him up. The hand that had been caressing my thighs left, and he quietly unbuckled his belt and pants. I stole a glance at him; his penis was so erect, it made me so shy… His underwear was stuck because of his penis, and no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't get it past the opening in the front. Suddenly, he pulled hard, tearing his underwear, which then fell to the ground along with his outer pants… I felt my face getting even hotter… He was finally coming… I was so looking forward to this love-filled sex!

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