After adultery

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My name is "Hou Ying" (后影). Please allow me to use this pseudonym, as I'm about to share my history of debauchery. "Hou Ying" is a homonym of my real name, but it has a double meaning. "Hou" means queen, implying my perfect appearance and figure, coupled with my fair skin—I fully meet the requirements of a queen. "Ying" represents shadow, suggesting that my debauchery is something I secretly wish was done by my shadow. As a beautiful and elegant woman, when I'm rational, I want to be the chaste woman everyone talks about. But when my sexual desire is aroused, I instantly become a wanton and depraved woman.

Therefore, when I'm rational, the name "Hou Ying" suits me better.

My history of promiscuity begins two years ago:

I was originally a cheerful, sunny, and undeniably sexy girl. At 168cm tall, I was considered the perfect height by many, and with a weight of 110kg, I was curvaceous and shapely, both full-figured and slender. As a school beauty, I possessed a noble and elegant face, and my fair skin further enhanced these three feminine qualities. Perhaps some might think I'm being immodest, but this is a conservative estimate.

Two years ago, I graduated from a teachers' college at the age of 23. After graduation, my family, through friends and connections, arranged a job for me in the provincial capital as a primary school teacher. I was very happy at the time because I loved the teaching profession, especially being a primary school teacher. I felt that children were innocent and that being their mentor was an honor. I imagined facing a group of children every day, instead of the worldly concerns of society—how joyful that would be! But I overlooked one thing: my colleagues were also worldly.

While my family was arranging a job for me through connections, I met my current husband, "Muzi," through their arrangement. This is also a pseudonym. I call him "Muzi" because his surname is Li. I can't reveal his full name here, so I'll just split his surname into two characters. That way, the essence remains the same.

My husband, Mu Zi, is tall and handsome, only lacking in wealth. His family is also a scholarly family, a typical intellectual family. His family has held official positions in our city since his grandfather's generation—not high-ranking officials, but mid-level leaders. My first impression of him was very good; he had a scholarly face, was polite, and unpretentious. Although his family members were officials, he wasn't ostentatious, giving off a reliable feeling. We dated for a year, when I was 24. At that time, I also thought I should find a reliable husband, especially since he was handsome, so we got married. I then worked alone in the provincial capital for half a year. The reason I was alone in the provincial capital was because my husband's current job was still in my parents' city. Arranging for me to work in the provincial capital was both my parents' and my husband's family's idea. The reason was that my husband's job would be transferred to the provincial capital in three years, and my family hoped we could live there in the future. So, for the sake of our future, I decided to work in the provincial capital when there was an opportunity.

Six months before our wedding, both families bought us a new apartment in the provincial capital. Because our families were relatively well-off, we bought a large duplex. After the renovations were finished, I was able to start working, so I moved into the new apartment. On the first day we moved into the new apartment, both families held an engagement ceremony for us. That night, my husband and I had a ceremony somewhat like a wedding night. Before that, we had never made love. In the six months we'd been together, he had been very well-behaved, mostly just kissing and touching. But on that day, moving into the new apartment, it truly felt like we were married. We were both very happy and felt very romantic. That night, I gave myself to him. But things took a dramatic turn at that moment.

I originally thought that a beautiful woman like me would drive my husband crazy, but to my surprise, he was quite well-behaved in bed. He just kissed and touched me, and then got down to business. Before I could react, his penis was already inside me. Even though we didn't have much foreplay, my sensitive body reacted strongly. I groaned comfortably, and then he started thrusting into me. After a while, he got up, pulled out his penis, looked at me, and then gave me a disdainful look before continuing. I wondered why he was looking at me like that. After a while, I noticed his penis went soft. He continued thrusting for a few more minutes before ejaculating, then pulled out his penis and sat silently on the edge of the bed. After he finished, even though I hadn't climaxed yet, as his fiancée, I wanted to comfort him. So I got up, threw myself on top of him, and said, "Honey, I love you." Then I kissed him on the cheek and got out of bed to take a shower.

While I was showering, I thought my husband would barge in and shower with me, but he didn't come in after I finished. When I came out, I saw him still sitting blankly on the edge of the bed. I went over to him, wrapped in a towel, and said, "Honey, why didn't you take a shower?" My husband didn't say anything. Sensing something was wrong, I sat down next to him and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you unhappy?" At that moment, my husband turned his head and asked, "You're not a virgin anymore?" Hearing this, my mind went blank. I was so happy today that I forgot about this. Only now did I remember that I was no longer a virgin. I had been too careless, hadn't taken it to heart, and hadn't made any preparations. I didn't expect my husband to care so much.

Back in my first year of high school, a persistent male classmate invited me to his house and had sex with me. I was just entering puberty then, very curious about relationships, and most of my classmates were in couples. A pretty girl like me, a school beauty, should have a boyfriend, right? Not only that, but in my third year of high school, I basically changed boyfriends every year, meaning I'd already been with three different men by high school. Later, in college, living in a dormitory, I had more time and space to myself. Without family supervision, I was even more free. During my four years of college, I had five boyfriends. For a student like me... I think it's normal for pretty girls to be like this. During my school years, some classmates said behind my back that I was a bit of a heartbreaker, but then again, what pretty girl doesn't have a few boyfriends in college? Unless you're an ugly girl who no one pursues. Besides, my last boyfriend in college knew about my previous relationships. At the graduation party, he confessed to me that after graduation, we'd all go our separate ways, and it was time to break up. At that time, I still had feelings for him. Hearing this made me very angry. That night, fueled by alcohol, I went to a hotel with one of his good friends. Counting all of these, my current husband is probably my tenth man.

Thinking about all this, maybe I should feel regret towards my current husband, but I really don't have a single regret. Because I think there are probably no girls who are still virgins by the time they graduate from college these days, unless they're incredibly ugly and nobody wants them or wants to sleep with them. Otherwise, what girl hasn't been slept with by the age of 23? Especially a beautiful girl like me; even without a boyfriend, I would have been raped by some thugs. Furthermore, I was quite wild in college, partly due to the pornography I was exposed to there. Back then, it was perfectly normal for any girl with a decent appearance to have a boyfriend. It wasn't just in college; it was the same in high school. Later in college, reading erotic novels and watching porn were commonplace. We girls are the same; we have physical needs too. Maybe my mindset was flawed, but the erotic content in novels and the actresses in porn—aren't they all the same?

I was a little surprised. My husband seems like a reasonable person; why is he so hung up on these things? I admit, men should care about a woman's virginity, but for a woman my age, if she's still a virgin, it proves I have a problem. Would you dare marry me then? Thinking about this, I didn't know how to tell my husband. If I told him about my past, given his current state of mind, he probably wouldn't be able to handle it, and we might break up. We were introduced by our families, and if we broke up because of this, I wouldn't be able to explain it to them. Besides, I was really looking forward to this man becoming my husband. Thinking this, I decided to lie to him. I nestled in his arms and pretended to be ashamed, saying, "Honey, you've misunderstood me. You're my first man." My husband asked urgently, "Then why isn't there any blood?" I thought to myself, "Honey, are you stupid? Don't you know anything about this? No blood doesn't mean I'm not a virgin." At that moment, I had a sudden inspiration and said, "Honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't let you break my hymen. I accidentally broke it when I was in college." My husband helped me up, looking at me with a puzzled expression. I then said:

I'm in my early twenties now. When I was in college, I was also very curious about these things. One day, I accidentally saw some pornographic material. Lying in bed that night, I couldn't help but touch myself. I didn't really know much then, and as I touched myself, I accidentally put my hand inside, and I cut myself. I was planning to tell you before, but how could a girl like me say something like that?

When my husband heard me say this, he hugged me and said, "I hope what you're saying is true." Then I looked up at him with innocent eyes and said, "Of course it's true! I've said something so embarrassing, don't you believe me?" Hearing this, my husband kissed my forehead, then went to take a shower with a smile. Watching his happy back, I suddenly felt guilty, like I had lied to him. I felt bad, but thinking back on those pleasurable moments, I still didn't regret it.

I thought that was the end of it, but since then, every time I have sex with my husband, it's been bland and unexciting, always the same – no changes, no kissing, touching, penetration, ejaculation. Even my favorite thing – his penis – I can't have any of it. A few times I wanted to take the initiative, but I stopped myself. I thought my husband cared a lot about my first time, and if I took the initiative, he might say I was promiscuous. But he doesn't ask me to. I'm so conflicted. And for the next six months, I didn't have a single orgasm. Every time, he'd just go limp and ejaculate after a few minutes. Is this what they call impotence and premature ejaculation? How could such a beautiful woman like me have this happen to me? I really don't understand. I could understand if he had premature ejaculation, but how could he be so weak and limp with a beautiful woman like me?

This quality of sex life is a disaster for a woman with a high sex drive like me. Even after marriage, and even now, our sex life remains unchanged for ten years. Perhaps he's still fixated on our first time, on whether I was a virgin, but since he doesn't bring it up, I don't say anything more.

Life goes on like this. Because he works in his parents' city, at first, he would occasionally drive back on Friday nights, spend the weekend with me, and then go back to work on Sunday afternoon. But later, he simply came back on Saturday afternoons and went back on Sunday afternoons, and sometimes he wouldn't even have sex with me on that one day he was home.

How could a woman with a high sex drive like me stand this? I had planned that after having this handsome husband, I would be completely loyal to him, but facing this kind of life, I feel like I'm about to break.

I haven't had a man's penis since graduating from university, and I'm really craving it. I haven't even experienced the most basic sexual orgasm in a long time. What am I going to do? To satisfy my immediate urges, one evening after work, I passed an adult store on my way home. I stood outside for a long time without going in, for two reasons: first, I was afraid of embarrassment, and second, I couldn't get over my own conscience. I thought to myself, "How could a beautiful woman like me be reduced to using these fake penises? I'm so unwilling!" But I still needed a penis; my lust had reached an uncontrollable point, so I boldly went inside.

It was a fairly secluded place. I pushed open the door, went around a partition, and discovered that the person selling the goods was a middle-aged man with glasses and a lewd look. He casually said, "Welcome." I stood there and glanced at him, then shyly turned my head to the side. And what did I see? A row of fake penises right in front of me! I was initially a little shy, but seeing these made me completely forget my shame. At that moment, I only had one impulse: to take down each of these fake penises and enjoy them. Just as I was acting on this impulse, I suddenly heard someone ask, "Which one does the young lady like?" I was startled by his words. I turned to the shop owner, flustered, only to find him already beside me, leering at me. I hesitated for a moment before stammering, "Um… just browsing, buying something for a friend."

The owner, feigning seriousness, asked, "How old is your friend? What kind of things do they want?" I guessed he'd read my mind, but not wanting to argue, I said, "I'll look around myself. I'll call you when I'm done." He nodded and said, "Okay, take your time. Call me when you've chosen." Then he returned to his computer behind the counter and sat down. Seeing him staring intently at the computer screen, I finally felt comfortable looking at the sex toys properly. This was my first time entering an adult store, and the strange and wonderful items before me made my blood boil. Without realizing it, I was swallowing hard, like looking at a feast. I walked to the display case of dildos and carefully examined each one, noticing their different thicknesses, lengths, shapes, and colors. Of course, there were also dildos with various functions. I really wanted to take them all home and enjoy them slowly. My hand, as if on cue, picked up a thick, long, flesh-colored dildo with testicles. I held it in my hands, examining it carefully, gently touching every part. Just then, the shopkeeper suddenly said, "

That one has a suction cup; you can stick it to somewhere." Hearing this, I quickly and shyly put the dildo back, then ignored him and turned to look at the counter beside me. I thought, "Now that I've turned my back to you, you won't bother me anymore, will you?"

This display case contained items I don't usually see. One butterfly-shaped item caught my eye. I reached out and picked it up, examining it closely. Suddenly, it reminded me of something I'd seen online before. But just then, the shopkeeper spoke again: "It's a wonderful thing you can wear without anyone noticing." Hearing this, I instantly remembered looking into its functions online. It's wearable, with a small, penis-like object inserted into the vagina, and a remote control to adjust its vibration, allowing for pleasure in any situation without being seen. I'd always wanted one, but I'd always had a boyfriend, so I never bought one. Today, I thought I could finally try it out. Then, I suddenly realized I was facing away from the shopkeeper. How could he possibly see what I was doing?

I turned to look at him, and saw he was still facing the computer. I turned back and looked up again; there was a camera above my head. He was probably spying on me with his computer, and the camera was right above my head. From this angle, he could see my chest. I wanted to angrily yell at the shop owner, but the lewd pleasure of being spied on stopped me. I pretended to be calm, took the camera, and walked up to the shop owner, saying, "I'll take this one." Then I turned and went back to the fake penis counter, picked up the one I'd looked at earlier, and then chose a black one, walking back to the counter and saying, "

That's all. How much is it?" The shop

owner looked up at me, lewdly grinned, and said, "Such a pretty lady, I'll give you a discount. It'll be 400 yuan." Seeing his shrewish expression, I said, "Expensive." At this, the shop owner smiled and said, "Beautiful lady, I'll give you one more thing." He then took out two covers connected by a string from under the counter, saying, "These are for stimulating the breasts. This one can be fastened to the breasts. There are stimulating silicone points and a vibrator. It's good for the breasts; it can enlarge them and even prevent cancer." I stood there silently. Seeing this, the shopkeeper took out another item and said, "This is lubricant. Add a few drops when you use these things; it'll make it more comfortable."

To be honest, this was my first time in an adult store, and buying these things from a lewd man made me feel a little ashamed. I also had a lewd thought: I wanted to get home as soon as possible to enjoy these sex toys. I took four hundred yuan from my bag, threw it on the counter, and said, "Okay, that's it. Wrap them all up for me." The shopkeeper gave me a lecherous look, then put the four sex toys into a bag. He then took a business card from the counter and put it in the bag as well, handing it to me and saying, "Call me if you need anything in the future." I took the bag, didn't even look at him properly, and turned to leave, thinking, "Why would I call you, you filthy scoundrel?"

Walking home, I felt a surge of excitement, my hand constantly reaching into the bag to touch the sex toys. Eager to enjoy them, I quickened my pace home. I could feel myself becoming aroused and wet.

Upon entering the house, I didn't have time to do my usual chores. I first dumped the items from the bag onto the living room table. Looking at the sex toys in front of me, I unconsciously swallowed, my heart pounding. I picked up the large black penis and held it in my hands, my eyes filled with admiration and lust. Looking at the realistic glans, penis, and the realistic blood vessels and foreskin on the fake penis, I was incredibly excited. I first pressed the black penis against my face, wanting to experience the feeling of being close to a penis. This feeling was so pleasurable, it had been so long since I'd felt this way. I rubbed the black fake penis against my face for a while, and then a sudden impulse made me hold the penis in my left hand and bring the glans to my mouth with my right. Before my mouth was fully open, my right hand had already put the glans into my mouth. I tried to open my mouth as wide as possible to take as much of the penis into my mouth. I had an urge to eat this penis.

At that moment, I involuntarily let out a groan, thoroughly enjoying it, feeling like I'd finally gotten a meal after days of hunger. I sucked on the dildo in front of me, using my tongue and lips to feel its shape and the pleasure of it swirling in my mouth. After a while, I still wasn't satisfied, because it was, after all, a dildo. Although it had the shape of a dildo, it didn't smell like one; instead, it had a silicone smell. This smell reminded me that these things were newly bought and hadn't been washed yet. Being a bit of a germaphobe, I rationally put it down. I gathered my thoughts. I took off my coat and first took the jade butterfly to the sink in the kitchen and washed it with dish soap, then set it aside. Looking at it, I thought, "What can such a small thing do to me?" Then I casually picked up the vibrating bra and washed it clean. Back in the living room, I looked at the two dildos on the table, and my sexual urges surged again. I hurriedly stripped naked, then took the two dildos into the bathroom. In my mind, I imagined the two dildos as two men, and I wanted to shower with them. Once inside, I first cleaned the one with suction cups, then attached it to the wall. Next, I picked up the black dildo and cleaned it. This black dildo was indeed larger, and it felt very good in my hand. I carefully cleaned it as if it were a real dildo, for a full five minutes. Finally, I rinsed it with clean water. Turning around, I saw the dildo attached to the wall and suddenly felt a pang of pity for it, realizing I hadn't taken good care of it. So, I knelt down and placed the black dildo between my thighs, the entire black dildo protecting my vulva. I held it with both hands... Leaning against the wall, I took the penis attached to it into my mouth, as if I were giving oral sex to a standing man. I sucked intently, the shower head hanging down above me, making it feel like a man's face was looking down at me as I sucked his penis. The black penis between my legs felt like a man rubbing his penis against my vulva. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, so I involuntarily sped up my sucking, pretending it was about to ejaculate. At that moment, I reached my left hand between my legs and grabbed the big black penis. I found that the penis was covered in sticky, lustful fluid, which was my own. I knew it. I never expected that two fake penises would make me produce so much lustful fluid. I couldn't contain my excitement any longer. I aimed the glans of the black penis at my vagina and thrust it in hard. At that moment, I was satisfied. I let out a groan. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed a penis so unrestrainedly.

And so, with Mr. Shower's penis in my mouth and a strange man's black penis in my hand, I was being watched by the "showerhead" face. At that moment, I fantasized that a strange man was fucking me with a big black penis behind me, and the showerhead above my head was Mr. Shower's face, watching me kneeling on the ground sucking his penis. The washing machine and toilet next to me were two other men watching and waiting to fuck me. I suddenly entered my own fantasy world, and I became more and more excited. I could hear the squelching sound of the black penis fucking my pussy and the sucking sound of the white penis in my mouth. In this position, as my left hand sped up, I had my first orgasm. My body convulsed, and I let out satisfied moans. My pussy kept contracting, and I could feel my juices flowing out.

Unbelievable! In just a few minutes, two dildos were enough to bring a beautiful woman like me to orgasm. Even as the orgasm lingered, I was still enjoying the dildos in my mouth and vagina, as if waiting for something, feeling like something was missing, like I hadn't reached the peak yet. Semen, it was semen! I hadn't yet received the semen from both dildos, that hot, spicy semen! God, I couldn't take it anymore! I wanted semen, I wanted the result of fucking—semen! Thinking of this, I became excited again. I pulled out the black dildo, turned around, and lay face down on the ground, taking it into my mouth. I raised my buttocks high towards Mr. "Shower's" dildo, and sat down, pretending that the two of them were taking turns fucking me. The black dildo was still covered in my vaginal fluid; I just assumed it was male fluid, and sucking it gave me even more pleasure. I thrust my body back and forth, using my vaginal can... I fiddled with the dildo on the wall, imagining it was Mr. "Shower" fucking me, my lewd thoughts and positions leading to another orgasm within minutes. This was purely physiological, as I hadn't been this wanton in a long time, both mentally and physically. But without semen, the pleasure was still lacking. After being fucked twice by these two dildos, I finally felt the floor getting a little cold. I slowly stood up, holding the black dildo, and placed it aside. The dildo on the wall was still there, but I didn't want to move it, imagining there was another hard dildo waiting to fuck me. I walked to the showerhead, looking at the thing I had just mistaken for a man's face. I raised my head, closed my eyes, and turned on the shower. With the water spraying from the showerhead, I felt like Mr. "Shower" was kissing my face, like a caress.

Slowly, I gathered my thoughts and washed my body, but I still felt a sexual urge and wasn't satisfied. After showering, I dried myself and walked out of the bathroom naked. Usually, I would wear pajamas or wrap myself in a towel, but today I wanted to walk out completely naked because there were two sex toys waiting for me outside. I dried my hair with a hairdryer and walked to the Rain Butterfly. My earlier doubts and curiosity made me pick it up, and I asked myself again, "You're so small, what's so magical about you? What will you do to me?" So I put it on. The elastic band tightly bound my triangle area, leaving several marks on the sensitive area, but the tightness was just right, not too tight or too loose. I also inserted the Jade Butterfly into my vagina, but it wasn't big, a little plump, but I didn't feel much. The part that was outside had a small head that hooked onto my clitoris, and the two wings on both sides that hooked onto my vulva. After putting it on, it felt like a hand was touching my vagina, and that feeling was quite wonderful.

I picked up the remote control beside me, thinking, "It's time for you to show your power. Let me see just how strong you are." With a gentle press of the switch, I cried out almost simultaneously with the vibration of the jade butterfly. My God, this little guy is amazing! How could this be? The small glans inserted into my vagina was vibrating incessantly, even wriggling slightly. The small head attached to my clitoris was vibrating and stimulating it. The wings attached to my vulva were also vibrating. My God, this little guy is taking care of all my sensitive areas! My entire body was invigorated by the pleasure from my vulva. All my thoughts were focused on my vulva, and my entire vulva was being stimulated by this... Controlled by the Jade Butterfly, this was simply a miraculous stimulation. This stimulation reignited my sexual desire, and the desire that had just begun to subside was aroused again. I pressed the remote control in my hand once more, and this time the Jade Butterfly vibrated at a different frequency, which allowed me to experience a different rhythm. It was so good, so incredibly good, that I almost couldn't stand up. I pressed the switch again, and it adjusted the rhythm to stimulate me once more. This time, I was overwhelmed, completely subdued by it. I knelt on the ground and quickly pressed the switch again. The result was that different eight-fold stimulation ignited me. I wanted to turn it off, but it kept teasing me in different ways. At one point, I couldn't take it anymore and wanted to take it off, but the stimulating pleasure prevented me from doing so. Instead, I looked forward to the variety of stimulations.

Finally, I turned off the Jade Butterfly and slowly stood up. At this moment, I was still burning with lust because of it. I went to the mirror to see how lewd I was. Looking at myself in the mirror, the Jade Butterfly on my penis looked as lewd and sexy as sexy underwear on my body. Compared to those so-called beautiful women and sluts on the Internet, I was far superior to them. I thought of those beauties who took selfies outdoors and exposed themselves, and under the stimulation of the Jade Butterfly, I also had an impulse to take it out for a walk and feel the stimulation outside. I needed sexual satisfaction so much. I needed a man so much. These lewd thoughts drove me, and the Jade Butterfly stimulated me. At this moment, I had no reason or other thoughts. I quickly went to the wardrobe, took out the trench coat, because I saw that many women who took selfies outdoors only wore a trench coat, because it was quick to put on and not be discovered, and could also be quickly stripped naked.

I put on my trench coat, revealing only the jade butterfly pendant underneath. I picked up my phone, then took two hundred yuan from my wallet and put it in my pocket, just in case I wandered too far and needed to take a taxi back. Grabbing my keys, I left the house, thinking that if I encountered bad people, they would only take the two hundred yuan and my phone. If they tried to rob me of my virtue, that might be what I secretly desired. It didn't matter. With these lewd thoughts, I left the house. The summer sea breeze was pleasant and easily aroused a woman like me. My hands were in my pockets, my left hand holding the phone, and my right hand… It was a remote control. After leaving the residential area, I walked into the alley, thinking that there were fewer people here, so I would indulge myself here first. Then I turned on the Jade Butterfly. The stimulation was so intense that I could hardly move. I leaned against the wall, deliberately spreading my legs to give the Jade Butterfly more space to stimulate me. My hands were in my pockets, and I felt a sense of restraint, as if I were tied up. When the Jade Butterfly reached its peak, I couldn't take it anymore and wanted to reach out to take it off. But I pretended that my pockets were another man's hands controlling me, pressing me down and not letting me move, letting the Jade Butterfly violate me inside my vagina.

I had just stepped out of the house and entered the first alley when I was aroused by the Jade Butterfly. Unsatisfied, I continued to wander aimlessly through the alley. I encountered several men along the way—middle-aged, young, and old—in twos and threes. They would all turn around and look at me as they passed by. Every time I walked past a group of men, I would force myself to open the Jade Butterfly, fantasizing that it was one of the men who opened it, that he was defiling me, that his hand was touching my vagina. This indulgent mentality, this desire for men to ravish me, this unsatisfied and indiscriminate desire, all mixed together, only made me more lewd and more reckless in seeking stimulation. But I knew that this was still near my home. If I were to be with these strange men tonight and then run into them again tomorrow, it would be very embarrassing. Besides, it wasn't that late yet, and there were still many people around. I couldn't be too overbearing in seducing men. I should let the Jade Butterfly stimulate me instead.

As I walked, I forced myself to turn on the jade butterfly whenever I encountered a man, regardless of what kind of man he was—handsome, ugly, tall, thin, fat, or fat. I treated it as if every man I walked with that night was touching my vagina. My vaginal fluid increased, eventually flowing down my thighs. The fluid became too slippery, and after being stimulated so many times, the stimulation from the jade butterfly gradually diminished. Yet, I became increasingly wanton, just like when I was being fucked by two dicks at home. The more I was fucked, the more wanton I became. Even though I had two orgasms, I became even more excited and had a greater need for it. Suddenly, I realized I had walked into a familiar place. Wasn't this the adult store where I had bought the sex toys earlier?

Looking at the shop, I thought to myself, "This is my paradise! I've bought the most exciting things I've ever experienced. There are so many fun things, so many lewd things, so many things that excite me and satisfy my desires." Suddenly, I remembered the middle-aged owner inside, the time he spied on me, and how he verbally teased me. I had felt annoyed in the shop earlier, but now, thinking about these things only excited me; it was something I actually wanted. How wonderful it would be if he came out now and forced himself on me. God, is this really my thought? Thinking about this, I began to doubt if this was still me. How could a beautiful woman like me, a campus belle, a married woman, have such lewd thoughts? Lewd—that word perfectly describes my feelings at that moment. I was so lewd. Was I really just a wanton slut? Yes, that's right, I'm a slut. The more beautiful and pretty I am, the more lewd I have. If I were ugly, no matter how lewd I was, no one would even notice me. Yes, that's right, I have the looks; it would be a waste not to be lewd.

I stared at the adult shop, which remained silent. I hoped the owner would come out and force himself on me, but that wouldn't happen. How could I achieve my goal? I pressed the switch on the jade butterfly again, trying to give myself some pleasure. But this press, while providing pleasure, also gave me an idea: I should go in myself, using the excuse of asking the owner how to use the jade butterfly. Thinking this, it felt like someone was pushing me from behind, leading me to the shop entrance. I listened for a moment; no one spoke inside. I impatiently pushed the door open.

As soon as I entered, the shop owner's lewd face came into view. Seeing him now, I no longer felt annoyed, but rather aroused. Upon seeing me, the owner immediately stood up and asked, "What? Want something else? Hey? Why did you change your clothes?" The boss's questions left me speechless. Should I talk about what happened after I got home? Or should I say I wanted him to force himself on me? What could I say? What should I do next?

A series of questions flooded my mind. Wasn't I just pushed in here? No, no, I was too lewd and pushed the door open myself. Since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it. I can't worry about anything else now; I'll satisfy my desires first.

I had an excuse before I came in. Thinking of this, I lifted my trench coat, exposing my entire genitals, and said, "Boss, this is too stimulating. I don't know if I'm using it correctly. Can you take a look?" I said these two sentences very readily. I thought I would feel embarrassed, but driven by desire, I said them without any hesitation. I can hardly believe it myself. Of course, the shop owner didn't quite believe his ears and eyes either. He stood there dumbfounded, staring at my genitals. We both froze for a moment, but I didn't know what to say next, so I just waited for him to come forward and provide some "after-sales service." Suddenly, the shop owner snapped out of his daze, glanced at me, and walked towards me, saying, "Okay, okay, let me explain how to use it." I replied, "Don't just talk, just try it on for me." As he approached, I pulled his hand close to my genitals, and then lifted my trench coat up again with both hands.

Seeing this, the boss stared intently at my genitals, then his right hand suddenly gripped my vulva, kneading my vulva with his hand. This kneading was enough to make me moan and almost climax. Just that one touch, just that one touch, and I felt an unbearable stimulation. Although the boss's hand was still a barrier, not directly touching my vulva, the strength, the arrhythmic sensation of being rubbed by a man, pushed me to my limit. At that moment, all I wanted to do was spread my legs, lean my genitals forward as much as possible, and hold my coat up with both hands, letting this lewd middle-aged man rub me. I closed my eyes in pleasure, trying to savor the sensations coming from my genitals. Suddenly, a pair of hot lips kissed my mouth, and one hand... Before I could react, the boss's tongue was already in my mouth, intertwining with mine. I made a slight pushing motion, but the sudden action still startled me. Although I was prepared, or rather, hoped, for him to force himself on me, standing in front of him like this, besides the excitement, I also felt a sense of shame. Having never been promiscuous before, I still had some reservations and discomfort. But how could this lecherous middle-aged man let go of such a beautiful woman who had offered herself to him? My pushing was completely futile; I couldn't push him away at all. To be precise, perhaps I didn't really want to push him away; the pushing motion was just a sign that I still had a sliver of reason and restraint.

After a few shoves, I stopped moving. During this time, the boss showed no intention of letting go of me, but instead took possession of me even more deeply. His left hand reached under my trench coat, grabbing and squeezing my buttocks, while his right hand pressed against my vulva, kneading it incessantly. Wait, where's my jade butterfly? When did he pull it down? A large hand completely covered my vulva, rubbing it against it. My vaginal fluids covered his entire hand, and with the lubrication of the fluids, his large hand slid smoothly against my vulva, occasionally touching my clitoris, occasionally inserting his middle finger into my vagina, and occasionally rubbing my perineum down to my anus. My entire genital area was covered in saliva from the touch of this middle-aged man. What could I do at that moment? I don't know, I won't do anything else on my own initiative, I only know that this feeling is very stimulating and enjoyable. I just stand here with my eyes closed, letting the middle-aged man lewd me. At this moment, only my tongue is actively responding to him. Sometimes he puts his tongue into my mouth and moves it in and out, sometimes he sucks my tongue into his mouth and licks it. In this way, the squeezing of my lower body from both front and back, and the wetness in his mouth, make me reach a small orgasm. I hold his shoulders with both hands, my body trembles uncontrollably, my legs go limp, and my moans are muffled by his mouth. He just holds my vulva with one hand and presses my buttocks upward with the other, preventing me from sinking down. Finally, I collapse onto him.

After about half a minute, I push him away a little and say to him: Boss, you're not teaching me how to use the Jade Butterfly, you're clearly taking advantage of me. At this time, the boss said: Just teaching you how to use the Jade Butterfly won't make you orgasm. I'm teaching you how to achieve orgasm. I was incredibly shy at that moment. I hadn't expected the boss to discover that I had already reached orgasm under his two hands. I didn't know what to say, but I felt so shameless. I lowered my head, feigning shyness, but as I looked down, I noticed the boss's crotch was hard and erect. I knew it was his penis, and that's when I realized something had been pressing against me.

You see, I'm a slut who hasn't played with a penis in ages. Involuntarily, I grabbed the boss's hard penis, but he pulled back abruptly. I was curious about his actions; normally he should have been happy to oblige. I looked up at him curiously, and he gave me a lewd smile and said, "

You want to play with it?" I naively nodded. The boss continued, "This is the real deal, not something you can just play with casually." I hadn't expected him to say something like that, and I was a little flustered. Then, out of nowhere, I blurted out, "Well, since you played with me, it's only right that I play with yours." As I reached for his penis again, he dodged once more, saying, "You asked me to play with you, but this real thing is better than any of these sex toys in the shop. It's not just for casual use." Hearing him mention sex toys, I blurted out without thinking, "How much is this one? I'll buy it. Let's see what excuse you have for not letting me play with it." The shop owner replied, "

You can buy it. I run a sex toy shop. The goods here are for sale, of course. But this real thing can't be bought. I sell it by the session, one hundred yuan per session, one yuan for each ejaculation."

The more the shop owner said this, the more curious and eager I became to have him. Maybe this was what they called playing hard to get, but I was hooked. The more he said this, the more I wanted him, the more excited I felt. I pulled out two hundred yuan from my pocket, stuffed it into his hand, and said, "I only brought two hundred yuan with me tonight. I'll buy you two times first. Can I play now?" The shop owner counted the money in his hand and said, "Sure, of course." I glanced back at the shop door, which was still open, and said, "Then please close the door first. I bought your penis; I'm going to use it now." The owner checked his watch and said, "Hmm, that's about it for today. Since you bought two services at once, I'll close the door first, and you can enjoy it then." As he spoke, the owner went over and lowered the roller shutter. At that moment, I felt like I was being imprisoned. What was going to happen next? Or rather, how was I going to be violated by this lewd middle-aged man in front of me? I was full of anticipation.

After the owner closed the door, he came back. Before he could say anything, I grabbed his penis through his shorts. The feel was quite good. Actually, I'd played with quite a few penises before, but perhaps it was because of the long period of loneliness and longing that I felt such excited pleasure today. The owner looked at me and said, "Do you want me to go wash it? I'll wash it clean for you to play with." At that moment, I thought to myself, I haven't tasted a cock in so long, I need to check its quality first. So I didn't reply to the boss, but just squatted down, slowly unbuttoned his shorts, and then slowly pulled them down. But before I was even finished, his hard cock suddenly jumped out of his pants, standing straight in front of me, almost hitting my face. My god, what a big cock! Although it's not a giant, it's definitely top-notch. By my standards, it should be 18 centimeters long, and so thick that I could barely hold it with one hand. This size is really perfect for a woman to enjoy. I squatted on the ground, the jade butterfly still working inside my vagina, but the stimulation it gave me was replaced by this ugly cock in front of me. I held the cock in one hand and the testicles in the other. The hot, swollen glans had already pushed out of the foreskin, and a pungent, astringent smell greeted me. I was stimulated by this smell again. Although the cock had a smell, it was still relatively clean, with only some of the semen that the boss had leaked when he was pleasuring me.

The penis throbbed in front of me, hot, sticky fluid dripping from the urethral opening. I couldn't resist its allure any longer. I decided to savor it. I stuck out my tongue and licked the glans. The pungent smell was strong. When I licked the urethral opening, the fluid dripped onto my tongue, and with its lubrication, I circled and wrapped my tongue around the glans. He just groaned in pleasure, not saying a word. I thought, "It's good that he doesn't say anything. I can focus on savoring the penis." With that thought, I opened my mouth as wide as possible and took the penis in. As it entered my mouth, I made a satisfied sound, like I was tasting something divine. Mmm… sucking, licking, all sorts of savoring movements, all using… As I pulled it out, my tongue kept swirling around. I remembered the black fake penis I had tasted at home earlier. These were completely different sensations, two delicacies on entirely different levels. Although the one I had at home was also good, this one was definitely real, with a meaty texture and flavor. Haha, I love it! After a year, I finally got to eat a real penis. I felt satisfied, both mentally and physically. So, I thrust in and out, sucking, licking, and rubbing. I could feel the pungent smell gradually disappearing, replaced by streams of salty, sticky vaginal fluid. Mixed with my saliva, it was incredibly lubricating. Soon, the entire penis, my lips, and even my face were covered in a mixture of vaginal fluid, making it even more arousing to suck.

As I tried to take it all in, the glans pressed against my throat, and my lips tried to envelop the base of his penis. Although I couldn't take the whole thing in, the glans throbbed and pulsated against my throat, as if desperately trying to penetrate. Once I reached the deepest point, I closed my mouth tightly, licked the base of his penis with my tongue, and slowly pulled back to suck on it. Then I opened my mouth again and took it in, repeating this motion. I don't remember how many times I sucked. Just as I was about to spit out his penis and lick his testicles, I noticed his huge penis looked incredibly large and throbbing against my face. The boss let out a deep growl; I guessed he was about to ejaculate. Oh God, don't be so fast! I haven't had enough yet! Don't ejaculate yet, ejaculate outside! "What a pity," I thought to myself. I immediately raised my head and took his penis into my mouth again. At the same time, the boss really ejaculated. The first spurt of semen was the most powerful, shooting directly into my mouth and deep into my throat, almost choking me. Then, the second and the third spurts, streams of hot semen kept shooting into my mouth. The boss's semen was thick and a bit sticky. Because he ejaculated so much, my mouth was still full of his penis and I couldn't swallow it all, so I swallowed some. Finally, the boss held my head tightly with both hands, placed it between his legs, and forcefully pushed his penis deeper into my mouth, then shot the last spurt of semen in. He was still reluctant to pull his penis out, but left it in my mouth to enjoy.

I didn't feel any aversion to his gradually softening penis. The boss showed no intention of pulling it out, and I had no intention of spitting it out. So I kept his penis in my mouth, his semen mixed with my saliva, soaking his penis. After about a minute, the boss looked down at me and said, "Sorry, it felt so good, I couldn't hold back." As he spoke, he slowly pulled his penis out, and with each pull, some of the semen in my mouth came out with it. I really couldn't bear to let it go, so I sucked it in again, trying to draw back as much of the semen as possible. After the glans was finally pulled out, I immediately closed my lips tightly and slowly swallowed the semen in my mouth, bit by bit, in small sips. After tasting the last sip of semen, the boss stood there, almost dumbfounded. He then said, "You're so lewd." His words utterly stunned me. I, a stunning beauty of school beauty caliber, was squatting on the ground, being verbally assaulted by this lecherous-looking middle-aged man, and then he called me too lewd. This scene seemed like something out of an old porn film, but now it was real, happening to me, and I was the leading lady. This wasn't a play, this wasn't porn; this was a real, blatant act of lewdness. At that moment, his words pushed me to my limit. I had no more moral boundaries, no more shame. I only knew I was a lewd young woman, I only knew I was a cheap woman who paid for a penis.

I had to let go of all constraints—moral constraints, societal constraints—any constraint, I had to let go of them all. I still had some reason, some reservations, but what could I do? Could I turn back now? Could I pretend nothing had happened? That's impossible, so don't overthink it, just enjoy it. I once heard a friend say that some foreign writer said that when a woman is being raped, she shouldn't resist too much, but should try to enjoy it. I don't remember the original text, but the principle is the same. Besides, I'm not being raped now, it's more like I'm raping someone else, so what do I have to worry about? I should enjoy it!

Then, continuing the shopkeeper's line: "I'm lewd, otherwise who would you sell your stuff to? But this time it's only a few minutes, a hundred dollars, that's too expensive." Seeing this, the shopkeeper quickly said: "I'm really sorry, this real thing of mine doesn't usually sell well, and there aren't many customers as discerning as you, so it's been sitting around for a while and isn't working very well. The last time doesn't count, from now on, two times, how about that?" I looked up at him and said: "

You said it, I didn't ask you to give it away for free." The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly and said: "Give it away, give it away, how about this, to express my apology, I'll let you try a few more sex toys, how about that?" I thought to myself, "That's fine. Play with your dick for a while until it gets big, then you can fuck me. Playing with me will also make me feel good. Play with me if you want."

I stood up, put one hand on his shoulder, and held his dick with the other, saying, "Okay, try it if you want, but you'd better fuck me properly later." The boss grinned lewdly and said, "Don't worry, I'll make you scream in agony later." I then asked, "So how do we play now?" The boss slowly turned around, saw that my hand hadn't left his dick, and said, "

Come on, follow my dick." After saying that, he moved backward toward the door inside the shop. I didn't know what was on the other side of the door, so I had no choice but to hold his dick and follow him. When we got to the door, he paused and said, "It'll hurt a bit if you hold it with your hand. Why don't you carry it in your mouth?" I replied, "How do I carry it?" The boss winked and said, "

You crawl on your knees, on all fours, and carry the dick in your mouth. That's more exciting, more lewd." I thought to myself, "Still crawling on my knees? This is too much..." Before I could think anything more, the boss continued, "If you can't do this, don't call yourself lewd. You're far from being lewd." Hearing him say that, I felt completely relieved. Without a second of thought, I knelt down and took his penis into my mouth. He was very satisfied with my cooperation and took a small step back. With that, I was pulled down to the ground with my hands. Now I was kneeling on the ground, head up, penis in my mouth, my buttocks completely sticking out. The boss didn't move, but instead reached out and rolled up my trench coat over my upper body, completely exposing my buttocks. Then he patted my buttocks twice and said, "

This buttocks are top-notch, round, perky, and elastic. The skin is also excellent, and the shape is particularly beautiful. It's a top-notch sexy butt." Then he started groping my buttocks.

I didn't think too much about this series of passive reactions. My first reaction was one of intense enjoyment and excitement, like I'd taken an aphrodisiac. But I was still conflicted. I kept thinking, how could a beautiful woman like me be so subservient to a lewd middle-aged man, and how could I do such lewd things so naturally? I asked myself, what's wrong with me? My answer was no. There's nothing I can't understand. It all stems from the fact that I'm a wanton woman. I need sex, I need to be wanton. Everything I've experienced so far tonight has been willingly done. I hesitated outside the shop, but I came in anyway. I've enjoyed the pleasure of a dildo at home, but I still came here. This proves I need this man. I don't care about anything else. If I keep thinking about these things, it will affect my sexual pleasure. So, I might as well make the best of it and enjoy it to the fullest.

While comforting myself, my body was constantly being brought pleasure by the boss. My vulva was adorned with a jade butterfly, and the remote control was in his hand. I was being controlled by him, and this feeling of being controlled and humiliated was incredibly pleasurable. I liked it. My fully exposed buttocks felt slightly cool, and his large hands groping my buttocks added a sense of uncertainty. I didn't know what he would do next. I was truly enjoying it; it was so good. Driven by the pleasure, I actively and quickly began sucking his penis. After a few strokes, the boss's penis became erect again. I felt the penis in my mouth swell and harden, and I was overjoyed.

The boss gave my buttocks a final, hard slap and said, "Come on, come in with me." He then opened the door and slowly backed away, while I, with his penis in my mouth, crawled forward. Once inside, he turned on the light. I glanced around; it was a spacious room, impeccably clean and tidy. He continued to slowly back away, and I followed. Finally, he reached the window. Only then did I realize the window was open, the curtains still drawn, and with the light on, anyone outside could see everything. I quickly moved to the boss's side, trying to avoid the window. But then I realized that even in this situation, I hadn't let go of his penis; I was still holding it in my mouth. It was an unconscious act. Theoretically, to avoid being seen from outside, I should have stood up and moved to the wall, but I didn't. I just moved closer to him. Good heavens, I was incredibly lewd.

The boss came over to draw the curtains. After they were closed, he looked down at me and said, "You're really obedient, aren't you? You're still holding his penis." I replied, "I paid for it; I have to get my money's worth." The boss leered again and said, "You really are a slut. Tonight, I'll let you have your fill." As he spoke, the boss sat steadily on the chair by the window, spreading his legs so that I would kneel between them. I knelt between his legs and earnestly sucked on the real penis that I had bought with my money. Every now and then, I would bury my head and lick his testicles, either putting them in my mouth or spitting them out and licking them wildly. I savored it like this for about five minutes when the boss suddenly stood up and said, "Alright, that's enough for now. If you keep eating like this, I'll ejaculate again. Now go over there," he pointed behind me.

I stood up and turned around. Behind me was a black frame. I hadn't seen it all from my kneeling position, but now I understood. I recognized it from somewhere before. Suddenly, I remembered seeing it in Japanese adult films. It was a "光" (light) shaped frame that could hold a person in place. The back was strapped against it, and the hands were held apart and fixed to steel pipes on either side of the head. There was a strap around the waist that could be adjusted to secure the person. The legs were like those medical leg supports that could bend the legs and be fixed to the steel pipes. There were support plates on the legs and feet that also had straps for binding the person. At that moment, I looked at the shelf with a mixture of fear and excitement. I was afraid that once I got on it, I would be held captive and subjected to the lewd manipulation of this middle-aged man. But the excitement stemmed from the same source of arousal; I had seen scenes in Japanese adult films of women being restrained on similar shelves and sexually assaulted by one or more men. I had wondered what that would feel like, or even consciously tried to imagine it. How could it make a normal woman scream and writhe in lewdness? These doubts were intertwined, and now I was experiencing firsthand what the adult film actress had gone through. To some extent, I was looking forward to it.

I obediently walked to the shelf. The owner approached and said, "Do you know what this is?" I pretended to shake my head. The owner grinned lewdly and said, "Well, today I'll show you. Come on, sit down." I turned to look at him, and he added, "Didn't I say I'd give you some sex toys to try? Come on, don't be afraid, it'll feel great." I turned back to look at the shelf, unsure how to get up. Just as I was examining it, the owner wrapped his arms around me from behind, his hands starting to undo the only thing I was wearing: my trench coat. I didn't resist, because I had been hoping to be stripped naked for a long time. When the owner pulled off my trench coat, he exclaimed, "Wow!" and praised, "What a beautiful back, what a beautiful figure!" Then he touched my back and said, "I've never seen such smooth and fair skin before. You're absolutely gorgeous. Come on, turn around and let me see what's in front of you." I obediently turned to face him, lowering my head to avoid eye contact. His hands immediately grabbed my breasts, muttering again, "You're a fucking stunner! That waist, those breasts, impeccable! They're so perky, so big, I can't even cover them with one hand!" He played with them for a few moments, then his right hand moved down, tracing my lower abdomen, praising me incessantly. Finally, when he touched my jade butterfly bra, he said, "Fuck you, you slut! I just realized you're only wearing a trench coat, nothing underneath. The only thing you're wearing is the jade butterfly bra I sold you. From now on, you can wear it as underwear." With that, he pulled down my jade butterfly bra and took it off, along with my shoes. Now I stood naked in front of him. What was this? Was it an affair? Or a search for passion? I was standing naked in front of a lecherous middle-aged man after getting married, and this situation excited me once again.

The boss first took a step back, then looked me up and down carefully. That kind of gaze was enough to make me want to have sex with him. He scrutinized me closely, praising me incessantly while swallowing his saliva. What I was curious about was that he could restrain himself from immediately having sex with such a beautiful woman like me, standing naked in front of him. It seemed he had a certain level of sexual control and wasn't the kind of man who would rush to finish. Usually, men like this would be quite skilled at having fun. So I waited for his next move.

Suddenly, he stepped forward, slipped his right hand between my legs, and supported my back with his left. He lifted me up, and before I could react, I was thrown onto the shelf. Once I sat down, I realized the seat and backrest were ergonomically designed and very comfortable; there was no hardness at all. The boss first went to my left and secured my left hand to the shelf with a strap. Then he bent down and sucked on my left breast for a few seconds. Don't underestimate those few seconds; honestly, I'd never felt anything like it before. All the men who had slept with me before were lovers, and later my husband. But now, I was being sucked by someone with this ambiguous relationship. Looking at his lewd face, his dirty tongue licking my nipple, and then… He opened his mouth and sucked on my nipple. I was truly overwhelmed by the sight. My whole body went numb with his sucking, and I felt like my body was melting. My soul rushed to the nipple he was sucking on, and was being sucked away by such a man. I even had an urge to give myself to him and let him do as he pleased. But he only sucked for a few seconds and I had so many feelings. Then, when he left my nipple, he grabbed it. Then he went to my right side and held my right hand down, sucking on my right nipple for a few seconds as well. The same feeling and pleasure hit me hard. Finally, he came between my legs, forcefully spread my legs, lifted them up and put them on a frame. Then my knees and feet were secured with straps, and the belt around my waist was fastened. At this point, I was completely fixed to this frame and could not move. I could only let him have his way with me.

This feeling of being restrained arose spontaneously. The boss first squatted down to carefully admire my vulva. He turned the wheel on the side of the shelf, and I realized that the shelf could be adjusted by this wheel. When I first sat down, I was completely upright. As he turned it, the shelf reclined, and I was almost lying flat. He casually said, "This angle is better for a closer look." I thought to myself, this is truly a shelf that can see everything. My vulva is completely exposed to him. I faced the ceiling, not looking at him. I heard him pull up a chair and sit between my legs, his hands on my groin, the deep groove where my thighs and vulva connect. Those two hands gripped my groin like soft pincers. He praised again and again: "Beautiful vulva, top-notch, sparse and soft hair, tender vulva, white on the outside and pink on the inside, small labia, clean as water." As I was listening to him, I suddenly felt him kiss my vulva. Ah... this feeling was so long ago, that wet tongue... The head was strong and powerful, swirling around my clitoris. My whole body trembled, and I moaned rapidly. It had been so long since I had been licked like this. My husband never licked me like this when we were together. Almost all my previous boyfriends would lick my vagina before sex, and each one of them would lick me until my husband. No one licked me anymore. Today, the sex shop owner's licking really made me feel like we were reunited after a long separation. I felt so good. The owner's tongue suddenly moved down to lick my labia, and then he put his tongue inside my vagina and fucked me with his tongue.

At that moment, I was beyond words, only experiencing intense pleasure. I was immobilized, my vagina completely exposed to the sex shop owner, left to be tasted and licked. The most sensitive part of my body, between my legs, was being stimulated. My vaginal fluid, mixed with his saliva, flowed down to my anus. The owner sucked frantically, making slurping sounds like he was eating noodles. After a while, he looked up and said, "This beautiful vagina is incredibly delicious, so tender and fresh, and without any off-flavors. The vaginal fluid is also a perfect balance of sour and sweet. I've found the best today!" He then buried his head and continued licking. I was brought to orgasm by this pleasure, both gentle and rough. My clitoris was sucked into his mouth, my labia were sucked in, and finally, he opened his mouth wide and covered my entire vagina with his mouth. At that moment, I thought, what I wanted wasn't the Jade Butterfly panties, but this man's mouth. How wonderful it would be if this mouth could stay on my vagina, licking it to its heart's content, and occasionally even inserting its tongue to fuck me.

I orgasmed twice, releasing a large amount of vaginal fluid. The shop owner savored it carefully, drinking it all without any sign of disgust. This was the first time in my life I'd been licked for so long. I don't know how long it had been, but two consecutive orgasms couldn't be achieved by just any mouth. My previous boyfriends, when licking me, would only last a few minutes before getting their penises in and fucking me. None of them were willing to lick me for this long, and then suck my vaginal fluid, savoring it with relish. This time, the sex shop owner was incredibly professional, somewhat like a perverted man in a Japanese adult film, specializing in sucking women's vaginas and vaginal fluids, and never getting enough. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and blurted out, "Fuck me." The owner stopped and asked, "What did you say?" I couldn't hear him. I said again, "Fuck me, fuck me now." The owner replied, "Then you have to beg me. You're tied up now, you have no say." Hearing this, I became even more anxious and quickly said, "Please, please, fuck me now. I paid for your penis, please fuck me." As soon as he finished speaking, I saw the boss stand up. His glans was already pressed against my vagina, but it wasn't fully inserted yet; instead, it was moving up and down outside. This caused me to arch my body upwards, but because I was bound by straps, I couldn't rise very high. Then I took a deep breath. This action wasn't intentional; it was involuntary. The boss was teasing me. I was really curious about how much stamina this boss had. Playing with me like this, with such a beautiful woman in front of him, he could still resist immediately fucking me. He was the most patient, the most skilled, and the most patient of the eleven men who had fucked me.

After he finished stroking my penis, he used his thick penis to slap my clitoris, making a slapping sound. I was subdued by this action. He slapped my clitoris with his penis more than twenty times, and I suddenly squirted out some fluid—no, I don't know what kind of fluid it was, but some fluid came out. The boss then said, "Wow, you're really top-notch, you can even squirt! Fuck, I'll fuck you right away." After saying that, he grabbed his thick cock and thrust it in hard. Without saying anything more, I arched my body again and took a deep breath. At that moment, I felt so satisfied. My entire lower body was filled. My vagina was no longer empty, but filled with his cock. The huge glans went straight into the end of my vagina, as if it had entered my uterus. I cried out in pleasure, repeatedly saying: Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me now. This time, the boss couldn't hold back any longer. He used every speed and depth to fuck me, constantly adjusting the angle to let his cock enter from different directions. "Fuck me, fuck me," I thought to myself. I felt so good, so much enjoyment. I had an urge to divorce my husband and marry him so he could fuck me like this every day. This pleasure, this comfort, was something no other thing could give me. I passively moaned and howled as the boss fucked me. The whole room echoed only with my moans and the boss's heavy, pleasurable sounds. Oh, and the squelching sounds of fucking. The sounds were so beautiful.

The boss fucked me for a long time. I had one orgasm after another, and my pussy tightened with each orgasm. After my second orgasm, the boss commented on my pussy again, saying, "Damn, you're a top-notch little slut. Your little cunt is so fucking good. The tightness is perfect for being fucked. Oh... ah..." He kept moaning with pleasure as he spoke. Hearing this, I replied, "I was born to be fucked. My pussy was made for you. Fuck me, fuck me however you want, fuck me as hard as you want, ah..." I answered lewdly while moaning. The boss continued to provoke me, saying, "You paid me to fuck you, so I have to fuck you, fuck you to death, you little slut. Damn, some pussy is too tight, when you fuck it, the blood doesn't flow, and your dick easily goes numb, ah... some pussy is too loose, when you fuck it, you don't feel anything. Only your pussy is top-notch, elastic and so wet, and most importantly, it's so tender. It looks good too, so fucking it is naturally enjoyable. Fuck you, fuck you to death." He praised me as he fucked me, describing his sensations. The more he listened, the more excited I became. He seemed to get more and more into it. I don't know how long he fucked me, but I orgasmed five times. But I still needed something: semen. At home, even with a dildo, I orgasmed, but without semen, it felt like something was missing. Here, with a real penis, I couldn't miss this opportunity. After five orgasms, I begged him, "Fuck me, shoot in me, use your penis as a gun, use your semen as bullets, shoot me, I want your semen, shoot me." Hearing this, the boss couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Little slut, where do you want me to shoot? In your pussy or your mouth? My semen is precious, it never leaks out. I only shoot in these two places."

I replied, "Just in my pussy. My mouth already tasted it, but my pussy is still empty. Shoot, shoot in me."

The boss sped up his fucking, and the faster he went, the more I craved it. The boss said to me again: "Call me a slut, a whore, a slut, the more despicable the better, the more aroused I'll be, the more I'll ejaculate on you." I was obedient, and I wanted to say it too. Lying on the shelf, enjoying the pleasure, I said: "You're right, I am a slutty woman, I am a whore, a slut, I love your cock and semen the most, please ejaculate on me." The boss said unsatisfiedly: "You don't just love me, you love all the cocks and semen in the world." I quickly replied, "Yes, cock is my favorite, semen is my pursuit. Give it to me, shoot it into me, please, if you keep fucking me, you'll kill me, ah..." With a low growl from the boss, he thrust his cock all the way in, almost into my uterus, and then streams of hot semen gushed out. I could feel his cock thrusting inside my vagina, his glans swelling, and then the semen shot into the depths of my vagina like a high-pressure water gun. I was so satisfied. At that moment, I didn't even think about whether I would get pregnant. I just wanted to enjoy those wonderful few seconds of fertilization. One stream, two streams, three streams, the semen from his cock filled my vagina. Some of it probably went into my uterus through the cervix, but most of it remained inside. The boss didn't pull out his cock, but continued to fuck me a few more times. With one last thrust, he inserted his entire cock into my vagina, and then stopped moving. He grabbed my breasts with both hands, rubbing them while praising me with pleasure: "So good, so fucking good, it's worth living to fuck you." I didn't say anything, just completely immersed in enjoying the pleasure of being fucked and ejaculated upon. We both savored this comfortably for a good ten minutes. The boss's penis was inside my vagina, my vagina enveloping it, my vaginal fluids mixed with semen soaking and nourishing it.

Ten minutes passed, and suddenly I felt his penis, which had been slowly softening inside me, begin to harden and grow larger again. The boss started to slowly thrust again. Oh my god, he's coming again. I've had ten orgasms tonight. Can a man fuck me twice in a row after just one penetration?

I was really looking forward to it. Just as I was anticipating it, the boss's penis gradually regained its hardness. In no time, his penis was as thick as when he ejaculated into me. With his thrusting, the semen that had been shot into my vagina flowed out of my vagina, into my perineum, into my anus, and finally onto the ground. With the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, including my own and his vaginal fluid, my vagina became even more lubricated. But unlike before, the semen was still a bit rough. This time, I could feel the boss's big penis thrusting the glans like a car piston, the coronal sulcus and protrusions scraping over every tiny part of my vagina. My entire vagina was not spared. The presence of that glans was incredibly satisfying. I was thinking about how the glans that had just ejaculated into me was thrusting into my vagina again. Suddenly, I had another orgasm, and my vagina tightened again. This orgasm lasted for almost half a minute as I convulsed. The pleasure was indescribable.

I was enjoying it, but the boss said to me: "You slut, you came after just a few thrusts, why is your pussy so tight? It's making my dick almost numb." As he spoke, he increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts, then continued, "Let me use my cock to 'clear' you up. I'm not really enjoying this tight pussy." I was still immersed in the fading pleasure of my orgasm when the boss's sudden increase in force aroused me again. At this point, I couldn't say anything, only knowing to enjoy the pleasure of being fucked. I should mention that the boss was really amazing. He maintained a high speed and great force in fucking me for nearly five minutes. Don't underestimate those five minutes. That big cock, pushing the large glans, continuously fucked me. I was truly fucked to the point of submission. This series of incredible fucking brought me to orgasm again. After my orgasm, the boss didn't slow down but continued to fuck me at the same frequency. No matter how much I begged for mercy, he wouldn't let me go. He just silently fucked me, as if he didn't hear me. Finally, with a deep roar, he ejaculated inside my pussy again. At this moment, I was brought to orgasm. How many times? How many orgasms? I can't remember anymore. I think I should just enjoy it, have another climax, enjoy it again, have another climax, and let it go on like this. I don't care about anything else.

After the boss finished ejaculating, I felt his penis gradually soften. Finally, he slowly pulled his penis out of my vagina, and some of the semen inside me flowed out. Although his penis was soft, it was still very big. The moment he pulled it out, I still felt a little empty. Did I still want to be fucked? I asked myself this. I had already orgasmed about 13 times tonight, so why did I still feel empty? I'm too lewd. I can't believe I'm so thirsty.

I closed my eyes, breathing heavily, enjoying the calm after my orgasm. Suddenly, I felt something near my mouth. I slightly opened my eyes and saw it was my boss's penis. He pressed it against my lips, and before he could say anything, I willingly opened my mouth and took the large penis that had fucked me twice into my mouth, sucking on it. I liked it from the bottom of my heart, I was grateful for it, and I wanted to cherish it. Thinking these things, I sucked even more gently. My boss was very satisfied to see me sucking his penis so willingly with my eyes closed, but he didn't understand my feelings. He said, "Yes, do it like that. Lick my penis clean. I fucked you until it was covered in sticky fluid, so dirty." The more he said that, the more I felt lewd, but this feeling excited me. I was already willing, so I sucked even more earnestly. My boss was also enjoying it, and...

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