Cultivating Super Sluts

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My name is Yuan Qin, born in 1975 (Year of the Rabbit). I was born and raised in the countryside. I married my high school classmate when I was 24. After graduating from university, my husband taught at a middle school in the suburbs of a neighboring county. When we first got married, he did some farm work at home. Now, we only support our family on his meager salary. My husband's parents live with us and have secretly bought a house in the city. Our child is now in the fifth grade of elementary school. I have nothing to do at home, so I sometimes go to my husband's school. I often see that the motorcycle taxis in the suburbs are doing good business. It's not far to go into the city, but it costs 5 yuan. I've ridden in them several times, and they're always packed. I discussed it with my husband. Since I have nothing to do at home and I can ride a motorcycle, why don't I become a motorcycle taxi driver? My husband initially disagreed, saying it would be too hard. I said I wasn't afraid, otherwise, how could he ever pay off the mortgage with his meager salary? After much pleading, he finally agreed. Actually, the motorcycle taxi business isn't easy. There are quite a few people who ride motorcycle taxis, but no one rides mine. People who come all go to the male motorcycle taxi drivers. I'm the only female motorcycle taxi driver here. No women come to do this business. Maybe they think that because I'm a female motorcycle taxi driver, my driving skills aren't as good as the men's. Actually, I've been riding motorcycles since I was a girl, and my driving skills are quite good. I didn't get a single passenger all day. The second day was the same. By 3 pm, no one had come to me. I had lost all confidence. Just when I was almost completely disappointed, a man in his early twenties came over and said, "Motorcycle taxi, want to go?" I thought he was calling someone else, but he said again, "I'm calling you, want to go or not?" I knew he was calling me, so I quickly said, "Yes, I want to go." I quickly brushed the dust off the car and let him get in. I told him to sit tight and hold on tight, very enthusiastically. So I drove him on the road. At first, he held on tight, but soon he hugged me tightly. I thought it was a favor that he let me drive, and it was safer to hug him, so I didn't object. But he took advantage of me and actually put his hand inside my clothes and touched my breasts. I wasn't wearing anything underneath, which is a habit of mine because I'm allergic to my breasts when I wear a bra. This gave him a huge advantage, and I didn't want to say anything, so I let him touch me until we got off the car. When we got off, he even pinched my nipple hard and said, "I'll ride in your car again next time." Then he gave me 10 yuan. I was about to give him change when he said, "Keep the change, consider the 5 yuan as payment for touching my breasts." I blushed and actually said "thank you." The next day, also in the afternoon, someone finally called my car. I recognized him immediately; it was the same person from yesterday. My face flushed, but I let him in anyway. As soon as he got in, he hugged me and said, "Actually, you can drive people from the city to the suburbs. I have many friends who go to work in the towns in the morning. I can introduce them to you so they can ride in your car." As he spoke, he reached around my waist from behind and grabbed my breasts, touching them roughly. Surprisingly, I didn't object at all and even thanked him for introducing me to customers. He said my breasts felt very nice, not too big or too small, very elastic and smooth, repeatedly saying how good they were. I felt so embarrassed; I just smiled. Actually, I knew my breasts were nice; my husband had mentioned it several times, even jokingly saying, "Naturally beautiful ones are always good." His touching felt so good on my breasts. I focused on driving, but very slowly. When I got out, he said, "Go to XX town and pick someone up. I'll tell him to wait for your car. Tomorrow morning, I'll take your car to work at the East Bridge." I said okay. So we went to XX town. Before the car even stopped, I saw a man looking in my direction. As soon as he got closer, he asked me, "Are you here to pick someone up?" I said yes. He said he needed a ride. Without saying another word, he got in. I had no choice but to slowly turn the car around. I said, "It's a bit far to get to town from here, it'll cost 10 yuan." He said, "How about 20 yuan?" His hand was already inside my clothes, grabbing my breast and kneading it vigorously. That's when I realized his friend must have told him that I could touch my breasts, otherwise he wouldn't have touched them right away. Since another man had just touched them, and now it was a different pair of hands, I felt the touch was very different. This man didn't say anything, he just kept kneading my breasts, as if his hands weren't tired at all. He didn't stop once I got in the car. I didn't care anymore, I just let him touch me. I couldn't refuse him, since his friend had told him. How could I let him touch me right away? I let him touch me the whole way until I got off the car. When I paid him, he said, "It was really nice riding in your car, I'll come again tomorrow." In the morning, when I arrived at the bridgehead in the east of the city, the men from the town where my husband teaches were already waiting for me. They were groping my breasts while talking as we drove to town. They asked if I'd given anyone a ride yesterday, and if I'd had a good time. I said, "Yes, I did. You're so mean, telling everyone everything." Actually, I didn't mean to blame him. He just told me as he left that I'd get business. I didn't pay attention to what he said and parked my motorcycle to wait. There were already several male motorcycle taxis there. Soon, someone called me: "Come on, to XX town." I perked up, thinking I was lucky today; I'd get business after just a short stop. With that in mind, I picked up a customer and drove off. Not long after we started driving, I noticed someone groping my breasts again. I realized it was him who had introduced me. I didn't object. The customer said, "If I'd known, I would have ridden in your motorcycle sooner. I didn't expect your motorcycle to be so nice, your breasts so nice, and your touch so good." Actually, I'm pretty too, but he didn't say that. He kept groping me as we drove, saying that this was the first time he'd ever groped breasts in a motorcycle, and the first time he'd groped breasts in broad daylight in the countryside. I didn't pull my hand out until I got off at my destination. The car stopped; it was my first time there, and I wasn't familiar with the area, so I went to buy a bottle of water and see if anyone wanted a ride. After drinking some water and leaving the area, someone hailed a motorcycle taxi. As I pulled up, he said, "Finally, I see you!" I asked, "How do you know me?" He said, "I saw the license plate." I knew someone had introduced me, and I knew I was going to be groped again. Whatever, as long as I made money, that was fine. So I picked up another customer, letting him grope me to his heart's content. Throughout the day, I had a constant stream of customers asking for rides, probably a dozen or so. Finally, I picked up my first customer. On the way, he asked, "How was business today? Not tired?" I replied that I wasn't and thanked him. The whole way, he groped my breasts with one hand while talking, and with the other hand, he kept touching my lower body. I was wearing jeans, so he could only touch the outside, not the inside, but he kept pressing on the outside, making me very itchy inside. He said, "Why don't you wear a skirt tomorrow instead of jeans? It's so hot." I said no, the wind would blow my skirt up when I ride a bike. He said I could just hold it down while sitting. The next day, I actually did as he said, which seems like a ghost. I listened to him so much, even more than my husband. He was my first customer. This time, he touched my breasts and my genitals. My underwear was tight, and sitting made it even tighter. He just stuck two fingers inside my underwear and tugged at my pubic hair, touching my vulva. He held my skirt down with one hand to prevent the wind from blowing it up. I usually dress conservatively and rarely wear anything modern. When he was about to ejaculate, he took his hand out of his pants and then put it back inside to touch my breasts, saying his surname was Wang. I also said my surname was Yuan, and from then on I called him Brother Wang, and he called me Sister Yuan. Actually, I was older than him, but even though I had a child, my figure was still similar to when I was a young woman, and I didn't look old. That's how my motorcycle taxi business started to improve. People saw that I was skilled, provided good service, and was also quite attractive. Local and out-of-town customers would call me whenever they saw me. Because many local customers touched my breasts, some called me "Milk Girl." At first, I ignored it, but later I got used to it and started to accept it. As more and more people called me that, most locals called me Milk Girl, and when they wanted a ride, they would say, "Milk Girl, I want a ride." It was good when picking up out-of-towners, because whenever a local customer wanted to leave, they would all vie for my ride. If an out-of-towner got on my motorcycle, I would even ask them to get off and get on another motorcycle. Most out-of-towners would get off to let the locals sit, because they didn't know that there were perks to riding in my motorcycle. However, there were a few out-of-towners who looked fierce and wouldn't let me. My business got better and better. A few days after Brother Wang touched me down there that morning, he gave me a small package when he came home that afternoon. He said it contained two pairs of underwear and told me to wear them the next day. My face flushed red, and I said, "How can I let you buy me that? I have enough." Brother Wang said, "It's different. You'll see when you wear them at home. Make sure you wear them tomorrow." Men always press themselves very close to me when they get on a bus, because that's the only way they can touch me without others noticing. They say it's for safety. Brother Wang was the same. We chatted and laughed, touching each other as we drove back to the city. That day, I didn't even ask Brother Wang for the fare. Ever since I started driving a motorcycle taxi and having my breasts touched, I've had to take a thorough shower every day, washing myself repeatedly. Sometimes when I shower, I see my breasts are indeed very dirty because so many hands have touched them almost daily. After showering, I try on the underwear Brother Wang gave me. I blushed even before putting it on. The two pairs are different. One is a thong, with only a small piece of fabric covering my pubic hair, and just a strap at the back. The other is an open-crotch pair; there's fabric on the buttocks, but the front is open at the bottom, revealing my pubic hair and vulva. It's tied up with rope on both sides. I tried it on and took it off immediately, afraid my husband would see it when he gets home. Actually, at night, unless it's my period, I usually only wear a nightgown, completely naked underneath. Even with two elderly people at home, my husband doesn't say anything. If I wear underwear, he makes me take it off, saying that as long as it's comfortable, it's fine, and the elderly won't know. Actually, it's so my husband can easily touch me when no one's around. But my husband has definitely never seen this kind of underwear before, and he'll definitely say something if I wear it, unless he knows first. That night, after I got into the dorm, my husband nursed me, touched my breasts, and then we started having sex.While he was penetrating me, I told my husband that I was riding a motorcycle, and with the engine running, it got very hot down there. I'd bought two small pairs of underwear to keep things cool, and I wondered if he thought they were okay. My husband, preoccupied with what he was doing, just said, "Whatever you like, it's up to you." Since I earn over 300 yuan a day, I have some extra money, and my husband is being generous. He's enjoying himself right now, and he doesn't even look at the underwear I mentioned. The next day, I put on the thong that Brother Wang had bought me. Of course, Brother Wang wasn't forgetting to wait for me at the bridge. Before I even got on the bus, he asked if I was wearing it. I nodded to indicate that I was. Brother Wang said, "Okay, is it comfortable?" I nodded again, blushing. Brother Wang got on, and before he could stop, he squeezed my breasts. Then he slipped his hand inside my skirt. Because the thong's string was elastic, it was easy for Brother Wang to touch me. Luckily, he didn't touch inside my vagina, but his penis kept pressing against me from behind. Riding the bike, the skirt felt really cool in the wind. Because it was a thong, there was only one string on my buttocks, it felt like I wasn't wearing underwear at all, it felt empty. When I got off, I only charged Brother Wang the normal fare. To be honest, only Brother Wang has ever touched my genitals, except for my husband, of course. Other men have tried to touch me, but I didn't allow it, so they only touched my breasts. It's not that I didn't want them to touch me, they're all my customers, I was afraid some of them would be so eager as to insert it inside my vagina, which would cause diseases. Brother Wang was fair-skinned and clean, and he was my first customer, even buying underwear, it seemed like we had some kind of bond, so I let him have his way. Every day, people would touch my breasts, sometimes one after another. Occasionally, someone would even pinch my buttocks through my skirt. I felt like I was hooked, and I couldn't stop. Sometimes I even hoped someone would touch me. I found myself becoming more and more promiscuous. Every night, I wanted my husband to suck my breasts and penetrate me. When my husband was tired, I would let him use his hand. I wore the underwear that Brother Wang bought me almost every day, wearing one pair today and another pair tomorrow. Brother Wang would touch my whole body every day. One noon, it started to rain. Brother Wang had to go to another town on business. I had prepared a raincoat, a double one, which we all had on our motorcycles, so we could carry passengers as needed. When Brother Wang got on, we each wore a hat, but we were together below. As soon as Brother Wang got on, he said, "Today is fine, no one can see." He pulled up my t-shirt, exposing my entire breast. He was practically making me drive naked. Actually, from the side, you could see my lower body, and maybe even part of my breast. I said, "Don't do that." He said, "You can't see it. Even if you do, it doesn't matter. It's just a little bit." After playing with the top for a while, Brother Wang started playing with the bottom. He was wearing an open-crotch skirt today, and he slipped his hand inside, touching the pubic hair and the opening. He stroked the flesh and then the pubic hair, gently tugging at individual hairs. Because he was wearing a raincoat, the wind couldn't blow the skirt up, so he used both hands, pulling the pubic hair and pinching the flesh, occasionally probing the entrance of the opening with a finger, which felt very good. I didn't dare drive fast, as the town he was going to was quite far. I said, "Are you in a hurry? I don't dare drive fast like this." He said, "No, I just need to get there before I get off work." I said, "What about me?" Brother Wang said, "Wait for me, I'll come back together after I finish my business." I was only driving at 20 miles per hour, and he kept making me wet. When Brother Wang saw that I was wet, he would gently tug at my pubic hair, then pull harder and probe deeper. He would pull harder and probe again, making my heart and lower body itch so much. I really wanted him to keep pulling harder because what followed was pleasure down there. On the road, the rain stopped, and there were pedestrians. My raincoat was wet, so I couldn't take it off immediately. I had to let the wind dry it before I could take it off. I don't know when I noticed Brother Wang pulling on my underwear. He had already untied the straps on both sides, and he quickly took my underwear off. I didn't have a bag because I hadn't worn one since I started wearing skirts. The money I collected was in the trunk of the car. He showed me my underwear and said with a smile, "I'll keep it for you." When he pulled down my pants from behind, my skirt was pulled up along with it, leaving me sitting naked on the bike. Wang started playing with my genitals again, making it easier for him this time. Because my legs were spread open while riding, my opening was slightly exposed, making it easy for him. However, since I was sitting down, he could only penetrate a little, but some of my fluid leaked out, seemingly a lot. Wang got more and more excited, even calling me lewd. I said anyone would do that, but Wang became increasingly audacious. When we passed pedestrians, he intentionally lifted my skirt, letting them see my naked lower body, only wearing stockings. Luckily, no one here recognized me, and the bike passed quickly. But I saw in the rearview mirror that passersby were pointing at me, clearly seeing I wasn't wearing pants. At first, I was a little shy, but after Wang did it a few times, I found it very exciting. Plus, when no one was around, Wang was touching me from both the front and back, and when he lifted my skirt, the wind felt cool and comfortable. It took us over three hours to drive 60 kilometers, and it was already 5 PM when we arrived. Brother Wang told me to wait for him, and he took my underwear again. I was left wandering around this unfamiliar town, naked in my skirt, waiting for him. Around 6:30 PM, Brother Wang still hadn't come out. I was getting anxious. I decided to tell my husband, so I called him and said I might be late getting home because I had picked up a passenger from afar. My husband told me to be careful and come back early. Brother Wang finally came out at 7 PM and said, "Have you waited long enough? Thanks for your hard work." I said, "Yes, if he hadn't come out, I would have left. I don't have your phone number. Give me my pants back." Brother Wang said, "Wear them or not, it's like an order." I had no choice but to go to a small shop with him and buy some dry food. He kept pinching my buttocks the whole way, just like my husband does. He even whispered in my ear, "It's almost like touching a naked butt." I kicked him, and many people turned to look at us. Afterwards, I walked with him around the streets. He ran into some acquaintances and waited for them to talk. By the time we left, it was almost 8 o'clock. He kept acting crazy the whole way. I had a raincoat on the way here, but I didn't have one now. He wouldn't let me sit down with my skirt up, and the wind kept blowing my skirt up, exposing my lower body. He even said it was cool. I was both amused and annoyed. People kept turning around to look. Luckily, there weren't many pedestrians, but whenever a car passed by, he would lift up my t-shirt, exposing my breasts to oncoming vehicles. I was driving with both hands, so I couldn't pull my clothes down. The car sped by, and I don't know if people saw my breasts. He didn't do anything when cars came from behind because he was blocking the view, so I didn't lift my skirt. But when a motorcycle overtook me, he would lift my skirt to let people know I was driving naked. Two motorcyclists even slowed down to look. I cursed at him, and he sped away, but they still saw me. Halfway there, Brother Wang said, "Let's stop and rest for a bit." I actually agreed. I put my... The car was parked on the side of the road with its small lights on. I parked on a straight road because I was afraid of causing an accident on the curve. This played right into Wang Ge's hands again. After parking, Wang Ge said he wanted to suckle my breasts. I said many people had touched them that day, and they were dirty and hadn't been washed. He didn't care about any of that and just started suckling, not caring that we were on the road. When someone walked by, I would turn my back and hug him, as if we were lovers. But he didn't. He wanted me to suckle one breast in front of pedestrians while exposing the other one for them to see. I couldn't pull him away. Luckily, it was dark, so they couldn't see clearly, but if a car came, it would be terrible. Because it was a straight road, the headlights shone on us from afar; it would be strange if the people in the car couldn't see us. After he had enough of my breasts, he wanted to lick my vulva. He made me kneel on the motorcycle, holding onto the bike with both hands, and then he licked my buttocks from behind. I said if a car came, I would pull down my skirt. He said okay. I did as he said. At first, he would pull down my skirt when a car passed by, but there were too many cars, so he stopped pulling it down. Cars coming from behind could see me clearly. At first, I scolded him, but later I didn't care anymore. I couldn't do anything about it, so I just let him do what he wanted and let others see. Eventually, he stripped me naked. Well, not completely naked, but I was still wearing stockings. He made me lie on the motorcycle, and I closed my eyes and let him do as he pleased. I knew that many cars slowed down when they passed by. He let me move aside so that people could see me without any obstruction. He didn't let me drive away until he was satisfied. I didn't care anymore. I put on my helmet and started the engine while I was still naked. Brother Wang put my clothes between his legs and sat behind me. I drove the motorcycle quickly while I was still naked. When we were almost in the city, Brother Wang reminded me to put on my clothes and skirt. Brother Wang gave me two hundred yuan, but I only took one hundred yuan. I asked Brother Wang why he did this to me. He said that he wanted to train a super slut to be his mistress. From then on, I became Brother Wang's mistress. Later, I learned that Brother Wang was the deputy mayor. Other mayors and secretaries have official cars, but deputy mayors don't. Since I became his mistress, I became Brother Wang's personal driver for any business he went out to do, even though it was just a motorcycle. I never asked him for money, and he still enjoyed special services. He also let his friends enjoy my breasts. I said that I would never let anyone else touch my vagina except my husband. To this day, my husband still doesn't know that the breasts he touches every night are shared by the male customers who ride with me on my motorcycle, nor does he know that the vagina he penetrates every night is shared by another person. He only knows that I have contributed a lot to the family, and the mortgage is almost paid off. When he asks me why I have so much business every day, I just say that it's because of my good skills and good service. He has no idea what kind of service I provide. After I became Brother Wang's mistress, he continued his plan to mold me into a super slut. Besides running my motorcycle taxi business, I spent my days driving Brother Wang around, receiving gifts from him frequently. My regular customers also steadily increased, and my income grew, though mostly with adult men. All because of me, this "milk girl."After becoming famous, I sometimes got groped by older men. Plus, the gifts Brother Wang bought me were all super sexy dresses and lingerie, so my style became increasingly revealing and sexy, some even semi-transparent. However, there were two very transparent dresses I dared not wear. The dresses Brother Wang bought all had side slits for convenience; he could pull down the zipper and reach inside to touch my breasts, otherwise everyone outside would see. Honestly, in the half-year I've been driving this motorcycle taxi, I feel my breasts have gotten a little bigger. I wonder if it's because of the stimulation from men touching them every day. Since meeting Brother Wang, he's been the happiest man around. He gets to touch my breasts and my vagina almost every day, though we rarely actually have sex. He just wants me to be exposed. Once, he wanted to go back to his hometown and asked me to drive him back. His home is far away, and there are mountain roads involved. I don't know how many times he exposed my breasts along the way. Whenever he saw someone, he would say "Oh" and lift up my clothes to let them see. He would even deliberately lift them up and grab them with his hands to show others. I didn't care and just kept driving because I was used to him. I thought it was fine as long as he didn't lift my skirt. But even if he did lift my skirt, there was nothing I could do. I wasn't wearing open-crotch pants today; I was wearing a thong, which was hard to take off. If I couldn't be naked down there, he wouldn't have the energy. Otherwise, I think he would have taken them off. Because there weren't many people around, my breasts bounced up and down with the shaking of the car on the mountain road. Brother Wang was inside, touching them and laughing. He said it felt so good to bounce like that. He said there was a small river after the bend, and he wanted to swim. I said, "Go ahead." There were already people swimming in the river, but they were all men. I said, "Go ahead, I'll wait for you here." Brother Wang refused and insisted that I wash with him. I said I didn't have a swimsuit, but he said I could swim like this. I said it wouldn't work because I didn't have a bra. Then he realized that if I took my clothes off, I would be shirtless like a man. He said "oh" and still dragged me to the river to watch him wash. Actually, I was very hot as soon as the car stopped and was sweating profusely. Brother Wang saw this and insisted that I wash. He even took off my clothes, leaving me only in a thong, and went into the water with Brother Wang. The river wasn't wide to begin with, and there were actually a lot of swimmers swimming around. When they saw a woman with her upper body bare go into the water, they all swam towards me. The mountain river water was very clear, and you could see my breasts even in the water. From behind, it looked like I wasn't wearing anything. After riding the bike, the rope on my buttocks had long since been pulled into my crotch, and all you could see was a thin white strap around my waist. I really couldn't hide; there were people all around me. My best stroke is the breaststroke. The men all stand and watch me swim. I swim on the surface, my breasts hanging down, my buttocks facing up, my legs stretching and contracting, opening and closing. Brother Wang says watching me is like swimming naked. When my legs are spread, you can see my labia, which is very exciting. Because the water only reaches my waist, if I stand up, all my breasts are exposed. I have to keep swimming until I get tired before standing up. It's bad enough that people are watching, but the worst thing is that Brother Wang insists on washing me in the water. He scrubs me all over, regardless of whether I agree or not. He scrubs my pubic hair, and it's even more exposed since I can't cover it up completely. At first, I tried to cover myself with my hands, and I would bury my head when others looked. Later, I just let him do it and raised my head, as if no one was watching. Some men even asked Brother Wang if he wanted them to scrub me. Brother Wang said, "This is my wife, do you dare? You're already being generous by letting you see her." The men in the mountains were honest; they just gathered around to watch. But I think this was the most exciting scene they'd ever seen. Seeing so many men looking at my naked body, coupled with Brother Wang's constant rubbing, made me forget everything and only know how to enjoy it. Before I knew it, I had even put my hand inside Brother Wang's underwear. I really wanted someone to penetrate my little hole right now. Because we were all in the water, except for my breasts which were clearly visible on the surface, what was underwater was not very clear due to the swaying of the water. Brother Wang did this for about 20 minutes, only inserting his hand into my little hole. I think I must have been wet because I was so numb that I couldn't stand up straight and almost fell into the water. When Brother Wang saw me like this, he took me ashore. Although I was wearing a thong, with my back to them, I looked like a completely naked woman. Not a single man didn't look at me. Some even said that this woman was really bold, and others said that it would be great if she were my wife. Once ashore, I turned to grab my shirt. All the men stared wide-eyed at my breasts, which were dangling as I bent over to put on my shoes. Brother Wang even lightly smacked my bottom and said, "Hurry up." Brother Wang, wearing only his underwear and holding up my dress, walked ahead towards our motorcycle. I, in my high heels and only wearing a thong, followed behind, naked. Because the road was uneven, the people in the river watched me until I disappeared before turning back. When I caught up with Brother Wang, I said, "This is another one of your plans, isn't it?" Brother Wang just laughed and said, "Don't you like it too? Look at how engrossed you are. You're getting bolder and bolder." I said, "Why didn't you take your clothes off?" He said, "I'm training you, not me. Is this how you ride now?" I said, "I want you to fuck me." He said, "When I get back tonight." I knew he was afraid of others seeing his naked body, but he liked others seeing me. I said, "We're almost at your hometown, and you're still making me ride naked? Aren't you afraid people will talk about you?" Only then did he let me put my clothes on, and I rode diligently all the way back to his home. He only told his family that I was a "motorcycle taxi driver" and also his friend. The old man kept looking at me and saying that I was a pretty girl. Actually, I'm older than his son and not really a girl anymore. I waited for him at his house while chatting with his mother, and he went to do his own thing. We stayed at Wang Ge's house until after breakfast and dinner before heading back. As soon as we started driving, Wang Ge started touching me again, constantly pulling at my pubic hair and spreading my labia with his hands, forcing my thong inside. It made me very uncomfortable. Because of the wind, my skirt was already blown up to my waist, but luckily I was sitting, so no one could see my pubic hair or labia; they just thought I wasn't wearing pants. I was driving at 35 km/h when Wang Ge told me to slow down, saying he wanted to really do it to me outside because it was dark. Actually, Wang Ge rarely actually penetrates me; it's rare. He mostly uses his hands. He's never let anyone else see his... well, you know. It wasn't a big deal, and it didn't last long. It didn't excite me much. I don't know if it's some kind of inherent lust or what, but when I'm exposed and people are watching, my lustful desires come out. When the car slowed down and people passed by and looked at me, I felt that way. Plus, Brother Wang intentionally lifted my clothes and shook my breasts, so I felt like having sex. As it got dark, just like last time, Brother Wang made me stop the car on the side of the road and stripped me naked right there on the highway. When no cars were coming, he kept touching me, and when cars were coming, he kept inserting his hand into my vagina, making me stick my butt out high on the motorcycle, as if afraid that others wouldn't see me. I listened to him, and I also felt a little excited that people were watching me. After about ten minutes, I was very wet down there. I said, "Brother Wang, aren't you going to really do it? Come on." When no cars were coming, Brother Wang took off his pants and used his little guy to penetrate me from behind. When cars came, he pulled out and kicked me behind him, making me face the oncoming cars, as if he was afraid people would see his genitals, which made me very uncomfortable. Later, he made me lie diagonally on the motorcycle, with one leg hanging down and the other leg raised to penetrate me, but his was too short, so it only went in a little. When cars came, he only used his hand to penetrate me. After the cars passed, he did it again. This went on for three cars before he ejaculated inside me. But don't underestimate his size, he ejaculated quite a lot because his testicles are not small. Maybe that's why Brother Wang is so afraid of people seeing his genitals. Fortunately, I had an IUD inserted after having my child, so I'm not afraid of getting pregnant. Afterwards, Brother Wang said he felt great, and I said I did too. Actually, I didn't feel good at all. Now I want to go home early. I'm afraid my husband will wait too long for me. Brother Wang is really not as good as my husband. My husband can last a long time, but my husband is not as romantic or crazy as Brother Wang. Tonight, I'll go home and let my husband satisfy me. Brother Wang wanted me to ride my bike back like that night, so I rode naked again. This time, I didn't dare ride too slowly; sometimes cars would follow me slowly from behind, making it look like I was riding during the day. It wasn't until we were almost in our county that Brother Wang let me put on my clothes and ride into town. When I got home, my husband had already showered and was watching TV, waiting for me. My in-laws were already asleep. As soon as I got home, I collapsed onto the sofa. Seeing how tired I was, my husband prepared a bath for me. I asked him to wash me, saying I was too tired, so I didn't move an inch and let him wash me completely. My husband is really pitiful; he has no idea that he was tired from being with another man so soon, and he doesn't know how many men have seen his wife naked. After the bath... //thinkcube.My husband put a completely transparent nightgown on me. I said I bought it myself, but actually, it was one of two transparent dresses that my boyfriend, Wang, bought for me—one white silk and one black silk. He put the white one on me, so it looked like I wasn't wearing any clothes. Only the folds and hem were white; the rest was just flesh. We watched TV for a while, and my husband's penis was already hard before we went back to our dorm to start what I hadn't gotten satisfied with. My husband is very honest. He was a good student in high school, and we were deskmates. Because I never wore a bra, male teachers often lectured next to me in the summer and would even explain problems to me. Even though my neckline was high, and I was writing with my head down, the teachers could still see my breasts. My husband would tell the teachers he would explain for me, and that's how they left. My grades were never very good, and my husband only married me because he was attracted to my figure and my face. Mine is just that I've always dressed very conservatively because I don't wear a bra. But under Wang Ge's tutelage, I've become bolder, and my husband likes it too, saying I'm becoming more and more feminine. Now, in the summer, I wear almost exclusively sexy clothes. The hallway at home is filled with thongs, open-crotch pants, fishnet stockings, pantyhose, high-waisted tops, low-cut tops, low-strapped mini skirts, and very short skirts with wide hems. We don't hang a single bra in our house. I usually clip my underwear to the rack to dry, along with my husband's, my in-laws', and other socks. My mother-in-law often frowns when she sees what I'm drying, but my father-in-law is different. I've seen him look at my underwear a few times, and sometimes he even puts his finger into the crotch hole, though he doesn't know someone saw him. Because our family wasn't very well-off before, the apartment we bought was only 120 square meters, with only one bathroom—just for relieving oneself and showering. I often get up to urinate once at night, and sometimes I run into my father-in-law using the restroom. I almost always go to the restroom in my pajamas, except occasionally when my husband and I are in a hurry to pee, in which case I go out naked. But now I wear that see-through nightgown a lot, and when I see my father-in-law, it's like I'm not wearing anything at all. The first two times I saw him, I ran away quickly, and he just told me to slow down and not to fall. After a few times, I stopped running and just let him look at me calmly. I even told him not to get cold. A few times, when we both needed to use the restroom, we would offer him to go first. My father-in-law would say, "Xiaoqin, you go first." I would say, "Dad, you go first." After a lot of back and forth, he would push me in, saying, "Be good, you go first, I'll wait for you." A few times, he would also accidentally push me on my breasts, and sometimes on my waist and buttocks. Every time I came out, I would see his underwear sticking up high. I think his penis must be similar to my husband's. Many people say it's hereditary. But I've never seen my father-in-law's penis. Sometimes when I come home early at night, he always stares at my chest and under my skirt. He also often helps me with housework, constantly trying to see my breasts and between my legs. He wasn't like this before. Even back in the countryside, when my husband was a teacher and I was home alone, he wasn't like this. Maybe I dressed more conservatively then, not as revealingly as he is now. My husband teaches chemistry and has graduating classes every year, so he's away from home two or three days a week. Lately, I don't know why, but my biological clock seems to be similar to my father-in-law's. We always run into each other when we go to the toilet at night. One night, after I slowly washed my hands after using the toilet, my father-in-law came out and said, "Xiao Qin, you have a great figure. Yuan Jun is so lucky." I said, "Dad, what are you saying? Mom is fine too." My father-in-law said, "Your mother is an old woman, how could she be like this? She never was like this when she was young, let alone now." In the past, in the countryside, many... The woman is older than the man; my father-in-law is six years younger than my mother-in-law. He's 62 now, and she's 68. Seeing him staring at me blankly, I thought, "If strangers can touch me, I might as well let him." So I said, "Dad, if you want to touch me, just do it. Yuanjun isn't home anyway." My father-in-law didn't expect me to let him touch my body. His hand trembled as he reached under my nightgown, gently grasping and kneading my breasts, saying, "So smooth, so elastic, your flesh is so tender." He touched my entire body, pinching every place he wanted. My genitals were already wet, and the thought of my father-in-law touching me aroused me again. Finally, he touched my vulva and said, "Xiaoqin, you're so wet! Yuanjun is so lucky." I said, "Aren't you lucky too?" I meant, "Aren't you touching me now?" He misunderstood and said, "Your mother isn't wet anymore. It's rare for her to get wet, and she has to spit on me several times before she can get it done. She's so weak." He touched me with his hand, and I became even wetter. The little hole was still tight, so I said, "Dad, let's go to my room." My father-in-law said, "Is it okay?" I said, "It's like this, what's wrong with it?" So I pulled my father-in-law into my husband's and my bedroom. My father-in-law's penis was really big, just not as hard as my husband's or Wang Ge's, but it was easy for him to enter my hole. My father-in-law slowly fucked me, at first he supported himself with his hands, then he just thrust up and down on me with his buttocks. Later, my father-in-law was about to ejaculate, and said, "Xiao Qin, I'm going to ejaculate, can I pull out and ejaculate?" I knew my father-in-law was worried about me and afraid I would get pregnant, so I said, "Dad, just ejaculate inside, it's not scary." My father-in-law was very happy and ejaculated inside me. My father-in-law was tired, and he fucked me for a long time before getting off and going back to his room. Since I had a relationship with my father-in-law, I have met him almost every night, and he has been able to touch my breasts. I have no reward for my father-in-law. He is a farmer, he has no income, and all his money comes from me. I can't give him anything in return. My father-in-law let me touch his money and then took back his own. Lately, he's been in good spirits and very kind to me. Summers are much hotter in the city than in the countryside, and my mother-in-law keeps saying she wants to go back. My husband's older sister also called to invite them over, but my father-in-law refuses, saying, "I'm perfectly fine in the city; it's inconvenient to go to another house." He just won't leave. So my mother-in-law went to her sister's house alone, leaving my father-in-law at home. Actually, I know it's because of me that he doesn't want to leave. It's better that he doesn't go; he can help me with housework and buy groceries. This way, I have more time alone with my father-in-law. Whenever my husband has class and isn't home, he sleeps in my room. He doesn't sleep with me for anything; he just touches my breasts, looks at my body, and we chat about rural life. My father-in-law has taken a liking to my breasts. He says they're flat and small, like a man's. I asked him, "Dad, have you ever suckled Mom's breasts?" He said, "Yes, I have." I ate this when your older sister was born, but I only ate it twice. Afterwards, your mother said, "The baby didn't get any, and you're still too young," so she wouldn't let me eat it. Later, when I asked to eat some, she said, "I'm still too young," and I didn't get any. Now, even if you ask me to eat it, I won't. I said, "Then eat mine, Dad." Dad was very happy and said, "I never thought I'd get to eat my daughter-in-law's milk instead of my own wife's." My father-in-law's generation didn't know what love was; they only knew that men were on top. One night, I bent over like a puppy and let him do it from behind. He was very excited and said he'd never done it like this before. I said, "Dad, just look at me every day and see if it's comfortable." He said, "Of course it's comfortable. Even just seeing you like this makes me incredibly comfortable." Looking at my backside, he said, "Xiao Qin, your pussy is so beautiful." I didn't want to write this word originally, firstly because I can't write it, and secondly because it sounds awful. I asked my husband, "You went to university, how do you write the word 'pussy'?" My husband said, "It's not in the dictionary. I heard it's the character for 'corpse' with 'hole' underneath." Later, I saw the character, copied it, and pasted it in. My father-in-law said my "vagina" was pretty, so I asked him, "Dad, Mom's is different." He said, "It's different. How can your mom compare to you? Your mom's just two pieces of flesh, long and hanging down. Unlike yours, which is plump and you can even see your hole in the middle." He added, "Xiao Qin, it even has individual pieces." Little did he know, it was because he was looking at me like that, touching my buttocks, and saying those things that I got a little excited, and my vulva was tightening. I laughed and said, "Dad, stop talking, just start fucking her." My father-in-law quickly came up behind me and fucked me. Later, I taught my father-in-law many more ways to have sex. He said the most comfortable way was for him to be on the bottom and me on top, so he wouldn't have to exert himself and could touch my breasts. I laughed and said to him, "Dad, you know how to enjoy yourself. I'm tired." Once, when I was sucking on my father-in-law's semi-erect and long penis with my small mouth, he became extremely excited and said, "Xiao Qin, you can't do this!" I told him, "Dad, this is how men and women make love." He hugged me and cried, saying, "Qin'er, it's you who taught me about the true nature of men and women." Ever since my relationship with my father-in-law began, he has been very caring towards me. He often prepares dinner when I come home, and asks me if it's good and what I like to eat, which he then makes for me. Sometimes, when he's too busy to wash my skirts and underwear, he washes them and hangs them outside when I come home in the evening. My father-in-law loves and cares for me just like my husband. When my husband is home, my father-in-law has never entered my room, and my husband knows nothing about my relationship with him. We both respect him equally. I continued driving a motorcycle taxi, just like before, letting people grope my breasts. Many people knew the name "Milk Girl," some knew what it meant, some didn't. Most of the men who worked as motorcycle taxi drivers knew it. One day, while carrying a passenger, someone called out "Yuan Qin." I was startled, thinking, "Who knows me?" I turned around and saw it was Liu Zhong, a high school classmate, calling me. One of the motorcycle taxi drivers said, "Her name isn't Yuan Qin, it's Milk Girl." I said, "Go to hell."I chatted with Liu Zhong, who was there on business, helping a friend with something. He was calling a motorcycle taxi. He asked what I did, and I said I drove a motorcycle taxi. So he got on my vehicle. After getting on, Liu Zhong asked me, "Why do they call you 'Milk Girl'?" Actually, when he got on, the motorcycle taxi driver had already loudly said, "You can touch her breasts." Liu Zhong asked me, but I didn't answer him. He said, "Is it like that?" So I told him how I became "Milk Girl." Actually, Liu Zhong had liked me since high school, but I liked my deskmate's husband and ignored him. Later, he asked me if he could touch me. Actually, he was already touching me, so my answer would have been unnecessary. Since we were classmates, Liu Zhong touched both my breasts and my genitals. That day I was wearing open-crotch underwear, and I didn't really stop him. Liu Zhong didn't expect me to be so open and said, "Did you intentionally wear underwear like this so people could touch you?" I said, "No, no one touches my genitals. It's just that my genitals get hot when I ride my bike, and nobody knows." I didn't tell him about only letting Brother Wang touch me. When we got to where he was, Liu Zhong asked me to have sex with him and also wanted me to be his mistress. Looking at the tall Liu Zhong, and remembering that he had a crush on me when we were in school, I agreed. Liu Zhong took me to his friend's factory and went straight to his place. He immediately brought me a basin of water to wipe my body. He only washed his face and then wanted to have sex with me. Liu Zhong quickly stripped me naked, leaving me only in a pair of stockings. He also stripped naked, his penis already erect, big and long. Liu Zhong looked at my breasts and said while sucking: "I knew you didn't wear a bra. I didn't expect you to still be like this. Is it a real allergy or a fake one? They're naturally grown and really nice. They're the tenderest, softest, and most elastic breasts I've ever seen. Yuan Jun got a great deal." I looked at Liu Zhong's penis; it was longer than both my husband's and father-in-law's, and Wang Ge's was nowhere near as big. Liu Zhong used his hand to manipulate my penis, slowly rotating it inside, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, occasionally sucking on my clitoris and gently biting it, causing my juices to flow continuously. Honestly, no one had ever done this to me before; it was so exciting and pleasurable. I don't know how much juice I produced before Liu Zhong used his long, large penis to penetrate me, using many different methods. Truly, I felt like I was in heaven. Just in terms of penetration, Liu Zhong had a knack for it. From then on, Liu Zhong became another sexual partner of mine, almost like Wang Ge, a mistress who was always at my beck and call. I only asked Liu Zhong not to call me "Milk Girl" in front of my husband, but to call me "Slut Girl" when we were alone, and I agreed. Liu Zhong satisfied me sexually, while Brother Wang satisfied me in terms of self-expression. Brother Wang really had his tricks. Not long after Liu Zhong and I reunited, he called me and asked me to drive him to a neighboring county on business. He wanted me to wear the transparent black gauze midi skirt he had bought me, and the underwear he had also bought me. I agreed, but when I tried it on that night, I found it was far too transparent, and the skirt wasn't big enough to ride a motorcycle comfortably. I called Brother Wang back and said, "Brother Wang, that skirt is too small; it's hard to ride. Can I change into something else?" Brother Wang said, "Then wear that white gauze one; that one has a bigger skirt." That was the one I mentioned earlier that I wore at home, but it was practically like I wasn't wearing anything at all. I really didn't dare wear it out during the day. So I had no choice but to put on that mid-length skirt with a high neckline, loose chest, and fitted waist and shoulders, with low slits on both sides of the armpits. I tried on my underwear inside. I first put on the thong and looked at myself in the mirror. It was okay in the front, I could only see some of my hair and my breasts were vaguely visible. But when I turned around, it was too revealing, like a naked woman with only a rope around her waist. I didn't dare to wear it out. So I changed into the open-crotch one. That way, it was okay to see from the back. There was a piece of cloth covering my buttocks. Although it wasn't big, it was better than nothing. It was still acceptable in the front. Since the skirt was black, the hair showing at the crotch was also black, so it wasn't very clear. Even if I walked on the street, you couldn't see my labia. So I decided to wear this outfit with Brother Wang to the neighboring county town tomorrow. I also wore a pair of lace stockings. The next day was sunny, and wearing a helmet was too hot, so I wore one of those trendy sun hats with UV protection and sunglasses. I left my apartment complex early, and only the security guard saw me. I was afraid that if I was late, more people would be coming and going and they would see me. Although I didn't know many people in the complex, and even less outside, I wasn't worried. Riding a bike in this skirt was really uncomfortable; my legs felt tight. So I had to pull the skirt up, but that meant my crotch was exposed while riding. Anyone passing by could see it if they wanted to. There was nothing I could do about it; I figured no one would see it while I was riding, and it wouldn't matter once I got off the bike. Brother Wang was very satisfied with my outfit, and we chatted and laughed as we set off. Seeing how exposed I was, Brother Wang didn't reach in to touch my breasts. You might ask, how could he reach in? Actually, the dress had a low-cut design under the armpits and zippers on both sides, so it would be easy to touch it. Brother Wang just touched the breasts and pinched the nipples outside before we set off. Along the way, he made several phone calls, saying that he would go shopping and to a temple called Xiangzhu Temple after he finished his business. I didn't understand what he was saying while driving. Actually, as soon as we arrived in the county town and parked the car, we went out on the street. Even when we first entered the town, I saw many people looking at us. I knew it must be because my clothes were too sexy, too revealing, and too fashionable. Now that we were walking in the town, even more people were looking at us, and people kept pointing at me. I ignored them and just walked on the street with Brother Wang. I asked Brother Wang to take a "tricycle," and Brother Wang said, "Let's go, it's not far." I had no choice but to walk with him in high heels, letting people stare at me like this. Last night, under the lights, it wasn't very clear, but it's a different story during the day. Plus, in the sunlight, my breasts are clearly visible. Brother Wang said you could see some pubic hair sticking out from the side. I said, "It's you! You made me a model!" But there's nothing I can do. Luckily, I don't know anyone in this city. Who would recognize this as the once plain-looking Yuan Qin? We went shopping and into restaurants, and everywhere we went, people stared at me with wide eyes. In the afternoon, Brother Wang and I went to Xiangzhu Temple. Some worshippers said, "How can you let her into the temple?" We ignored them. I offered incense and kowtowed to the Bodhisattva. But every time I burned incense and kowtowed, many people pointed and talked behind me. Brother Wang was standing behind me too, ignoring them. A woman said, "Have you seen enough? It's all so clear. Let's go." Then she added, "You slut," and pulled the man away. The man didn't want to leave. As he walked, he kept turning back to look at me and said, "So many people are looking, why can't I?" I knew he was talking about me. Later, I asked Brother Wang why. He said, "When you kowtowed, your buttocks were raised so high that your cunt was exposed. Everyone behind you saw it, even the monks were staring straight at your dangling breasts when you were bent over." After that, I didn't kneel down to kowtow at the next two Buddha statues. I just bent over and put my hands together in a "B" shape, but people around me were still staring at me. The monks were also staring intently at my breasts. The men behind me said, "Kneel down and kowtow! Only by kowtowing can you be sincere." I knew they wanted to see my cunt. I glanced at them and ignored them. After worshipping the Buddha, we went out to drink tea and rest. Many people followed us, keeping the owner very busy. While we were drinking tea, Brother Wang left me for more than ten minutes, saying someone was looking for him. When he came back, he said, "Let's go back." Actually, I wanted to play a little longer, so I said, "Let's walk around a bit more." Brother Wang said, "Haven't you let people see enough yet? It's already past 4 pm." So Brother Wang and I took a tricycle to where I parked my motorcycle and rode home. On the way, Brother Wang gave me 500 yuan, saying, "Here, this is what you earned today." It turned out that the men who had been following us were acquaintances of Brother Wang. They had bet that Brother Wang would take me to their city, saying I was the sexiest, most provocative woman. They didn't believe him when he described what I would wear, so they each bet 200 yuan. I cursed at Brother Wang. Now I realize why Brother Wang was so obedient when he came; he was busy contacting them, betting on me. I think he might even sell me to his friends someday. Sure enough, not long after returning to the city, maybe 20 days later, Brother Wang asked me to dress the same way as that day and go to a teahouse called Miaoquan by the river in our city. He and three friends were playing mahjong. When we got there, he asked a waitress to let me pour tea for them. Brother Wang told me to pour tea for them one by one. Every time I poured tea for one person, his friend would touch my breasts through my gauze skirt and even reach under my skirt to pull my pubic hair. I quickly jumped away and said, "Brother Wang, look! They're doing this!" Brother Wang laughed and said, "What are they doing? They haven't lost anything. Just play cards with us properly, and we'll give you a share if we win." I knew he didn't allow others to touch my private parts, but I was being generous today. Actually, after becoming Liu Zhong's mistress, I had long since become fearless, but Brother Wang just didn't know that. They kept asking me to pour tea, and even before I finished, they'd ask me to pour more. It was all because they wanted to touch me. Sometimes two of them would touch me at the same time. While I was pouring their tea, my panties suddenly fell down. I couldn't get them back; they'd untied the knots on both sides while I was pouring their tea. They wouldn't give them back, so I had to serve the four of them naked, letting one touch and pinch, another tug and insert. Finally, Brother Wang even told me to take off my skirt completely, leaving me only in my stockings and high heels. I thought I might be gang-raped by the four of them. My juices kept flowing, and they all said I was slutty and had good looks, that I was good for selling. I went along with them, just waiting for four different penises to penetrate me. But I was wrong. They didn't use their penises to penetrate me; they just used their hands to penetrate my vagina until they…They didn't even finish their business. Later, I asked Brother Wang why, and he said he didn't gamble on it and was afraid I might have an STD. Actually, Brother Wang knew I was clean. Under Brother Wang's tutelage, I became increasingly bold and promiscuous. I might even dare to do a striptease naked in broad daylight among strangers. If someone offered me their vagina to have sex with, I might even agree. Brother Wang said he had successfully trained a super slut.

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