My boyfriend bullied me in the car

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I followed my boyfriend out the door. The feeling of something stuck in my vagina was extremely uncomfortable, so I walked very slowly. My boyfriend didn't rush me and just followed me slowly. When we got to the door, my boyfriend hailed a taxi. The driver was an older man. My boyfriend gave me the school's address and took me into the car. I breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as I could get back to school, that was good enough.

I had barely relaxed when my boyfriend suddenly said, "Bitch, is it fun to cuckold me?" I was confused. The older man in front of me was clearly eavesdropping with interest.

I stammered, "I...I didn't..." "Didn't?" My boyfriend turned to look at me with a smile, but I felt that smile was extremely malicious and cruel. "You bitch, caught in bed with someone else and still saying you didn't? Did that guy enjoy fucking you? Didn't you tell me you didn't want to live together before marriage, that you wanted to marry me before sleeping with me? I've endured it for so long, and look what happened? What? Your cunt couldn't hold back anymore? You slept with another man? Did he fuck you good?" I didn't know what to say. I vaguely felt that my boyfriend was connecting me with another girl.

"Not talking, feeling guilty?" I lowered my head and remained silent. Saying anything now would be wrong.

Seeing that I didn't speak, my boyfriend suddenly lifted my skirt. I gasped and tried to cover myself. The older man in front was peeking at us in the rearview mirror.

Seeing that I was covering my skirt, my boyfriend sneered, "What, didn't you say you'd do anything as long as I was happy? Now you're not?" I knew in my heart that he wasn't talking about this, but about what I had said in the room when I cried and said I would do anything.

But now, someone…

But my disc is still in his hands…

I burst into tears and let go.

This probably meant the driver was tacitly acknowledging that I was a promiscuous girl cheating on her boyfriend, so he remained silent, pretending not to see or hear… My boyfriend lifted my skirt, slipped his fingers inside, and caressed my warm vulva, gently kneading my thin labia.

I endured the humiliation, biting my lip, when suddenly my boyfriend turned on the vibrator. The sudden stimulation made me gasp, then, remembering the driver in front, I blushed and held back.

“Slut, so you’re already crying out. If that’s the case, why pretend to be innocent with me in the first place? Tell me! How many men slept with you?” I knew that if I didn’t give a clear answer today, he would only say more vicious things. So, enduring the stimulation in my lower body, I whispered tremblingly, “Two…” The driver in front slammed on the brakes, clearly not expecting that I, dressed in white and looking so innocent, had slept with two men.

But my boyfriend was still not satisfied with the answer. He pinched my nipple through my clothes. "I want the truth!" His fingers suddenly pinched my clitoris. This stimulation, combined with the vibrator, made me gasp. "No..." "How many?" "Seven, seven..." I said two more than the actual number that day, hoping that my understanding boyfriend would stop torturing and humiliating me... The older man in front of us noticeably slowed down, and my boyfriend gave a faint smile, but I could clearly feel the vibrator inside me being turned off. It seemed my boyfriend was satisfied with my answer.

The older man in front kept peeking at me in the rearview mirror. I was so ashamed that I couldn't even lift my head. This humiliation made me not know what to do.

But to others, this expression would make me feel guilty.

Perhaps because my genitals weren't clearly visible in the older man's position, my boyfriend suddenly lifted my shirt.

"No..." I pleaded, pressing down on his hand, my eyes flashing with unease and shame, but this expression did not sway my boyfriend in the slightest.

"You slut, seven men have slept with you, what are you pretending to be innocent for? Take it off yourself!" I shook my head desperately, tears welling in my eyes... My boyfriend looked at me coldly, his meaning clear.

Thinking of the disc in his hand, I sobbed and unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my white bra. My boyfriend unceremoniously pushed the bra up, and my two tender white breasts bounced out, bouncing with the car's jolts.

The driver in front slowed down noticeably, constantly glancing at me in the rearview mirror. When he saw my shapely breasts popping out, his eyes immediately reddened, and he subconsciously licked his lips.

If he knew I had been forced, he probably would have stopped.

But my boyfriend called me a slut who cheated on him, and I was moaning shamelessly under his and the vibrator's stimulation, even unbuttoning my shirt to reveal my breasts. I was no innocent little girl; I was clearly a wanton, undeserving slut.

In an instant, a surge of intense shame welled up inside me, making me tremble uncontrollably. "Please, no... there are people watching." But I didn't realize that this soft, pleading, and sobbing voice only further aroused the man's lust.

My boyfriend grabbed my rosy nipples, playing with my erect breasts, and secretly turned on the vibrator remote.

The sudden stimulation made me let out another soft moan, and my boyfriend's cold voice rang in my ears again, "Stop pretending, you're only so lewd because someone's watching you, you filthy bitch!" My eyes were filled with tears, and my heart was crying out, no, no, I'm not like that, I was forced... This cry seemed to bring me some relief, but my whole body was flushed with shame and humiliation, making me look like I was aroused, seemingly confirming my boyfriend's words that he was only lewd because someone was watching.

My boyfriend's heavy hands gripped my breasts tightly, two fingers squeezing my nipples repeatedly. "You filthy bitch, I'm going to repay you a thousandfold for the humiliation you inflicted on me. How does it feel to be humiliated in front of strangers? Why didn't you think of today when you were sleeping with other men?" The middle-aged man in front of me slurred, clearly harboring lewd thoughts. From where I was sitting, I could see his pants were bulging. Overwhelmed with shame,

I pushed my boyfriend away. "No! Get away!" My boyfriend released my hand, looking at me coldly. "Don't forget I have those DVDs of you sleeping with those men. How about I send a copy to your parents?" I looked up in terror. "No..." The middle-aged man in front of me swallowed, seemingly understanding why I had been so obediently playing with my boyfriend.

But I didn't sleep with those men willingly; I was forced... My boyfriend looked at me coldly. I knew he meant what he said.

I sobbed softly, "No...please, play with me..." My boyfriend grunted, "Hmm?"

I endured the humiliation, abandoning all pretense of dignity, and pleaded softly, "I'm a slutty little bitch, I love being fucked by a man's big cock, please fuck me with your big cock..." These words, spoken timidly by a young girl with an innocent face but exposed breasts, were incredibly provocative, making one want to pin her down and fuck her hard until she couldn't take it anymore and cried out, "No more, it'll break..." The middle-aged man driving seemed unable to bear it any longer. He suddenly turned into a secluded alley, found a quiet, deserted spot, and stopped. Then he turned back, his eyes bloodshot, and started masturbating. My boyfriend

scoffed, patted my cheek, and said, "You slut, look, even a stranger can't resist your seduction, you little whore!" This remark seemed to extricate the middle-aged man from his predicament, implying that my slutness was the reason for his actions, not his fault.

The older man, seemingly not blaming the boyfriend, grinned and said, "Kid, your girl's fucking slutty, no wonder you couldn't handle her!" The boyfriend glanced at the older man and said casually, "Yeah, what woman wouldn't be slutty if she slept with seven men at the same time? She's a total slut!" The older man swallowed hard. "Seven men at the same time, damn it!" He got out of the car, grabbed his penis, and sat in the back seat. At first, he didn't dare touch me, just stared at me intently. "Top-notch! Top-notch slut!" My face flushed red, and tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't know how far my boyfriend was going to push me. I was terrified and could only cry softly.

Seeing that neither of us reacted, the older man tried to touch my breasts with his large hands. Seeing my boyfriend's half-smile and lack of intervention, I assumed he was getting revenge on the cheating woman, and my boldness grew.

"You slut, your breasts are so soft...so elastic...no wonder they're a young girl's breasts..." My heart ached, and I could only silently weep in my mind, "No, I'm not a slut, I was forced, I was really forced..." Seemingly worried that the scene was too stimulating and he would ejaculate prematurely, the older man stopped masturbating and placed both hands on my breasts.

I nervously moved closer to my boyfriend, unaware that this created an opening. The older man grabbed my right leg and placed it on his lap, sliding it up my leg while making smacking noises, "Slippery, so slippery..." Seeing me lean towards him, my boyfriend didn't hold back, using both hands to fondle my breasts and turning off the vibrator.

Without the stimulation of the vibrator, my body relaxed instantly, and I felt the older man's hand already touching my genitals, excitedly playing with and caressing them.

Realizing my fate of being raped by a stranger, I cried and begged, "No, please, no, I'm being forced, I'm not a slut, please, don't do this..." My cries were perhaps too real, causing the older man to pause in confusion, looking at my boyfriend and me.

My boyfriend viciously used one hand to fondle my breasts, while the other hand suddenly turned the vibrator to its maximum. I arched my body and let out a soft moan.

The middle-aged man's confused look faded, and he reached out and patted my butt. "You say you were forced to be this slutty?" My boyfriend explained casually from the side, "She means I have a DVD of her sleeping with another man, so she was forced to be quiet and didn't dare to resist me." As he spoke, my boyfriend placed both my legs in the gap between the seats, lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and spread my labia with both hands. Because of the stimulation from the vibrator, there were already traces of lustful fluid secreted there. Taking advantage of the tender pink labia and the small clitoris, the middle-aged man's eyes were immediately fixed on them, his breathing became rapid, and his hand unconsciously went to masturbate again.

My boyfriend laughed, "This little slut loves it when people play with her clitoris. You don't know where the clitoris is, do you, Uncle?" The driver swallowed hard, trembling as he tried to place his finger on my clitoris.

That's the most sensitive spot to stimulation. Even a saint would become a slut if that area was played with, let alone with a vibrating egg buried deep inside me.

The stimulation made me cry out "Ah!" and writhe uncomfortably. "No, no~" This cry seemed to provoke the older man, who suddenly dug hard at my clitoris with his fingers. "Let you cheat on me, you little bitch, let you be so horny..." Men probably all hate their women cheating, and the older man clearly played the role of moral judge. The torment he inflicted on me, seeing my cries and pained expressions, made him feel good, so he became even more vigorous.

Come to think of it, a pure, unfamiliar girl being defiled by him, turning her into a writhing, helpless fish with his fingers, watching her cry, watching her in pain and arousal, listening to her seductive moans and pleas for no—what man could resist such temptation?

"Ah...ah...no...ah...ahhh...don't...ahhhhhhh..." My eyes were half-closed, my face flushed with passion, my head swaying restlessly from side to side, my body twisting with each deeper penetration of my fingers, soft breaths mingling with seductive nasal sounds, creating a lewd and alluring tone that escaped my lips.

At that moment, I forgot I was being forced; a strange pleasure slowly welled up from my lower body, my body burning hot. The vibrator wasn't enough to fill the emptiness within me, and to make matters worse, my boyfriend had turned it off.

"Damn, your clitoris is so hard, and you're moaning so sweetly. You really are a slut, still so horny even when being played with like this." The older man said, leaning in to fuck me with his penis, but my boyfriend stopped him.

"You can only look and play, not fuck. Do you think I'd cheat on you again?" This statement made perfect sense, and the older man probably agreed. So, he masturbated with one hand while the other hand would touch my clitoris and then slap my breasts hard, listening to my cries and pleas, constantly cursing me with words like "slut" and "stinking bitch."

Perhaps it was too stimulating, or maybe it was because of his age, but the older man ejaculated quickly and then smeared the semen on my breasts. "Damn, I haven't felt this good in a long time, even better than real sex!" My boyfriend smiled faintly. "Go to the original address." The older man nodded in satisfaction. "Okay." My face was covered in tears, and my body was covered in the dirty semen of a stranger. My boyfriend seemed disgusted with me and pushed me away. "Put on your clothes, you filthy thing!" I silently put on my clothes, smoothed my messy long hair, straightened my clothes, and sat quietly with my head down.

The older man glanced at me in the rearview mirror and chuckled, "You know, you look like a good girl now, but who knew a man could make you so horny." My boyfriend smiled faintly, patted my cheek, and said, "It's not that I'm calling you slutty, even strangers would say so. You're truly an incurable slut, aren't you, Xiaoxiao?" "Xiaoxiao..." the older man muttered to himself, glanced at me again, and drove off to school. I guess I was his masturbation object for a long time afterward.

My boyfriend had a subtle understanding of my psychology; he knew exactly what I absolutely couldn't accept.

For example, humiliating me in front of other students at my school, so he threatened to make me attend class with him to let others see how slutty I was—an effective verbal threat, but never carried out.

He also wouldn't embarrass me in public, stripping me of my dignity, even though that would be extremely humiliating. He figured I'd be more likely to get angry and break up with him completely, so he wouldn't do that either.

At the same time, he knew what I could tolerate, such as being called a slut, abused, toyed with, and ravaged in a confined space. Or, like a taxi driver, a complete stranger—someone who would humiliate and shame me, but because they were a stranger, and alone, I could endure it while crying.

My boyfriend exploited this psychological difference, manipulating my body and mind. I vaguely felt that he seemed to treat me as a substitute for someone else, as if he were taking revenge on me for all the humiliation that person had inflicted on him. And that person was someone he both loved and hated.

[The End]

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