Beautiful girl's heartfelt confession

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My first time was with my first boyfriend, my homeroom teacher.

It wasn't until after we broke up that I realized he didn't actually love me; he was just infatuated with my incredibly beautiful face, slender figure, flawless skin, and my tender, tight little hole.

Although I became a woman early on, I didn't like wearing altered skirts to attract attention. In my classmates' eyes, I was a very, very pretty, well-behaved, hardworking, and academically excellent student.

However, my uniform skirt was indeed quite short, probably ten centimeters above the knee, much shorter than the average good student's.

But that was because I had a slim waist and long legs; I didn't intentionally alter the skirt. Because my grades were consistently among the top, the discipline master and others never bothered me. Instead, they often leered at me, taking the opportunity to pat my shoulder and butt.

I had many suitors—from within the school, outside the school, tutoring centers, high school boys, and even two other male teachers.

The feeling of being the center of attention was certainly wonderful, but back then I thought I loved my professor so much that I was indifferent to other guys. My girlfriends even gave me the nickname "Ice Cube"... They had no idea that I had already been melted by my professor...

My professor's sexual skills were terrible; in three years of dating, he had never given me an orgasm. However, I quite liked the feeling of him penetrating me. Although it was painful and uncomfortable, it symbolized that we were truly one, making me feel both pain and pleasure, and I felt so happy, so very happy...

My vagina was very sensitive and easily became wet; just touching and scratching would soak my safety shorts.

My professor said that was squirting, and I foolishly believed him, only to later learn that it was far from being a true orgasm...

I got into the top-ranked girls' high school in the country, and commuting there would take four hours every day, so I moved in with my aunt. Being in different places and having no chance to sleep together, I accidentally discovered my professor's evil true nature. The day we broke up, I hid under the covers and cried for a long, long time. My aunt and uncle were terrified, so I forced a smile and said I missed home, my parents, and my friends.

My aunt and uncle were both very kind to me, especially my uncle, who treated me like his own daughter, neglecting his newborn son.

With the warm care of my elders, I gradually emerged from the shadow of heartbreak. The pressure of my studies also kept me from thinking too much; every day was just classes, exams, and tutoring. I threw away all the love letters and gifts from male teachers and boys in tutoring classes.

Suddenly, I was selected for the marching band. Because of the band practice, I often had to wear a very, very short uniform skirt. Of course, we had to wear normal length skirts when entering and leaving school, but although the air conditioning in the tutoring center was strong, it was still stuffy, so everyone in our marching band liked to wear miniskirts.

My waist is very slim, and the uniform skirt was already shorter than my classmates'. But since all my girlfriends were wearing miniskirts, and I wasn't, I felt too out of place—a kind of peer pressure, I guess?

Once, during tutoring, I left a paper bag in front of the air conditioner, and the dripping water soaked my knee-length skirt. I had to wear a miniskirt to my aunt's house. My aunt was away on a business trip that day, and my cousin was at his grandmother's. My uncle, taking advantage of my aunt's absence, secretly drank and vomited. I helped him to the master bedroom, where he raped me.

The next day, he knelt before me, begging for forgiveness, saying he had never had an affair, and although he had always had sexual fantasies about me, he had never dared to touch me inappropriately. My aunt and uncle had a very good relationship, and although I was angry, I didn't want to upset my aunt, and I couldn't bear to see him kneeling there, so I reluctantly said I forgave him.

I've heard that people who have been raped don't want to wear skirts anymore, but even our school's winter uniforms are skirts, so I don't have any intention of not wearing skirts. Although the marching band's skirts are short, they actually wear underwear and leggings during performances, more than they did the day I was raped. I'd already been chosen as the next team leader, and I have a great relationship with my girlfriends, so I had no intention of leaving the marching band.

I only had sex once during my three years of high school. Sex has always been uncomfortable for me, whether with my professors or my uncle. In my first two years of college, I was a true "ice cube," unmoved by a ton of suitors.

In my third year, I started dating a young professor from another department because I felt he was the only suitor who wasn't just after sex.

Soon after we started dating, he admitted he used to be very promiscuous and had a lot of sexual experience. However, he said his thinking had changed with age, and he wanted to find a decent woman to marry.

His technique was really good; I came during our first time having sex. I never knew I could produce so much fluid, and it was the first time I'd ever experienced the pleasure of sex. He was incredibly skilled; he could often bring me to orgasm and make me faint…

He also semi-forced me to watch porn and read erotic literature with him, and taught me oral sex and various positions, making me incredibly embarrassed…

After two years of dating, under his tutelage, I gradually became accustomed to sexy, revealing clothes, and all my swimsuits were replaced with bikinis or low-cut, backless styles with high slits. All the new dresses in my wardrobe were shorter than my marching uniform, and he never allowed me to wear safety shorts; I could only wear the sexiest and most alluring bras and panties.

I completely overcame the fear of being raped, and even wore tight tops and pleated miniskirts to family gatherings, letting my uncle admire me. I was full of confidence; I knew that being raped wasn't my fault, but my uncle's.

My uncle's penetration was insignificant compared to the hundreds of sexual encounters I had experienced, and I didn't need to feel any guilt or remorse.

When I graduated from university, my boyfriend proposed, but I hesitated. Marriage isn't just about two people; it's about two families. Although we're sexually compatible, our personalities and other aspects aren't so compatible.

My parents dislike him, and his mother always complains that I'm too beautiful, too alluring, have too many seductive eyes, and too thin to have children.

Although many people know my boyfriend and I live together, I still have a constant stream of suitors. Rejecting his marriage proposal was a huge blow to my boyfriend; he started to doubt things, and we argued more and more often. For a girl, sex is more than just physical intimacy. When our hearts can't connect, what was once perfect sex becomes one-sided abuse.

Thinking back to sex in middle school, although my genitals hurt and felt uncomfortable, my heart was filled with sweetness. Now, although my boyfriend makes me squirt repeatedly, the passion in my soul is waning day by day.

I prefer "love" to "sex." Sex without love is like microwaved food from a convenience store—it tastes good, but it can never be called gourmet food. Because of various misunderstandings, my boyfriend's love for me has also diminished. Although he was still obsessed with my alluring body, he became increasingly less caring and tender towards me…

I found it hard to understand what a “friends with benefits” was all about. After breaking up with my boyfriend, he often wanted to have sex with me, but after I repeatedly refused, he stopped contacting me. Losing a friend, especially one who was once so intimate and with whom I shared such a deep connection, left me feeling incredibly lost. Several job interviews also resulted in sexual harassment, which made me feel extremely down.

It was around that time that I met the CEO.

The CEO was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, but his thinking was clear and logical, and he always saw things in the heart, making him very persuasive.

From our first meeting, I felt like we had known each other for a long time, and I even told him all the secrets I had kept hidden in my heart.

He listened to me earnestly and sincerely, analyzed my problems, and helped me clarify the various difficulties I had recently encountered.

We talked for a long, long time, and the sky outside the McDonald's window suddenly changed from sunrise to night, and all the customers sitting nearby were replaced. We had such a pleasant chat that I didn't even realize we'd been talking for so long.

Perhaps because I'd been sitting for so long, I felt a lot of soreness in my lower body, so he gently drove me back to my rented apartment and said he'd help me find a job.

The CEO's efficiency was incredible; the very next day, a well-known women's clothing brand called to invite me for an interview. To make a good impression on the interviewers, I specifically chose the sexiest and most alluring lingerie and wore the most revealing and sheer dress, arriving at the agreed location half an hour early.

Although I was introduced by the CEO, they still meticulously checked my resume and asked me all sorts of professional questions. The interviewers were all lecherous men, but none of them sexually harassed me, which filled me with anticipation for the company. A little lecherousness from men is no problem for me; I've lived in that kind of environment my whole life.

After a long Q&A session, they decided to offer me the position of Marketing Development Manager, concurrently serving as the CEO's Special Assistant. It turns out the CEO is the owner of this women's clothing company; no wonder he understands women so well.

Because I hold an important management position, the CEO personally provided me with new employee training. A whole week of classes from morning till night left my vagina so sore and aching. Luckily, I take good care of my buttocks, and sitting in a chair for a week didn't sacrifice the smooth curves of my buttocks.

The market development department is full of beauties, and I, the department manager, am the most beautiful among them. I've noticed that their positions are directly proportional to their looks and figures; the girl who originally filled my position was an absolute stunner, almost as beautiful as me.

Our company is already the number one brand in the women's ready-to-wear market, so acquiring new customers is no easy feat. However, the CEO devised a perfect plan for me, allowing me to lead this team of beautiful and intelligent women to promote the company's products to the high-end male buyer market.

As the department manager, I wear sexy uniforms representing the company image with them, and the company dispatches sports cars to take us to the target clients' villas, offices, or other designated locations.

"Hello, I'm Yang Lifang, whom you made an appointment with yesterday. May I demonstrate our company's products now?"

I wear a low-cut, backless mini-dress, bending forward slightly to reveal a deep cleavage, my pretty face adorned with sweet dimples.

The man in front of me is stunned, his mouth agape, his crotch bulging. I couldn't help but chuckle, covering my mouth. I knew the company's products were just that beautiful and sexy, and wearing them would only amplify the allure.

"Excuse me, could you please help Lifang carry the dresses up for the display?" I grabbed the man's arm, pressing it tightly against my chest. "There aren't many dresses on display today, but they're so heavy! I can't carry them all

by myself." The man helped me carry a large, light box out of the sports car. There were actually quite a few dresses inside, but our company's designs are very eco-friendly and economical with fabric, so each dress didn't weigh much.

My small feet, in high heels, walked ahead of him, step by step, up the gentle slope and steps in front of the villa.

Although I wasn't showing much, he must have already seen my sexy panties under my skirt, right? These are our company's secret products, not sold to the public. He must have never seen them before, right?

"You're so strong..." I gently squeezed his arm, my eyes peering through his crotch at the hallway outside. "It's so long here, my legs are so sore. Could you please massage Lifang's thighs before the presentation?"

The man slammed his suitcase aside, swept me up in his arms, and rushed towards a room with a huge bed amidst my gasps.

He gently placed me on the bed, lovingly cupped my face, and kissed me passionately.

"Mmm..." I whimpered, the seal in my heart breaking. I felt like I was back in the days of my passionate relationship with my ex-boyfriend. Enjoying his lips, enjoying his tongue, enjoying his rudeness, enjoying his roughness...

His technique was terrible, it hurt so much. But his intense love made up for the lack of action, making my sensitive body tremble uncontrollably, and my vagina secreted fluid… His hand touched my chest, caressing my erect nipples through the thin fabric. His hand was so heavy and hot, squeezing so hard it hurt, but that nostalgic touch filled me with immense pleasure, eagerly anticipating his further caresses…

My body was completely limp. Sensitive as I am, I can't resist a man's teasing. Although we had only met for the first time, although I only learned of his existence yesterday, his love for me deeply attracted me… It was like love at first sight, a spark igniting a flame, dry wood meeting a raging fire… I willingly offered him my perfect body…

Of course, I didn't love him. A woman's heart isn't so easily won over. But I knew he loved me, was deeply infatuated with me. He's obsessed with my face, my slender neck, my fragrant shoulders, my beautiful breasts, my chest and abdomen, my slender waist, my full hips, my long legs, my small feet… and he'll be obsessed with my pussy…

He loves me, and I love the CEO, the company, the clients, and him who buys the company's expensive products.

Although I haven't shown off any other dresses yet, I know he'll definitely become a major client today. The price of this dress I'm wearing is comparable to his luxury villa; even if he doesn't buy any other products, my sales this month have already far exceeded my target.

He loves me deeply, and I love him as a major client. Although I'm not an easily seduced little girl, having never experienced sex since graduation, all I want now is for him to love me, penetrate me, fuck me, and bring me to orgasm, to make me gush with juices, to make me sweat profusely, to make my tight pussy spasm, to make my uterus burst with semen…

He pulls down the thin straps of my dress, down to my waist. He frantically tried to unhook my bra, but couldn't manage it. The hard underwire pressed painfully against my chest, so I had to unhook it myself and let him move the bra aside…

“Mmm…” Having not been bitten by a man for months, my nipples were even more sensitive, swollen and red as if they might burst with milk at any moment. He suckled at my breasts like a child, thirstily…

“Ahhhhhh… Mmm…” I couldn't help but moan and cry out. My long-dormant body wasn't as resilient as I thought; the intense electric sensation made my upper body tingle. I felt that from today onward, I could never live without sex, never live without men… I had to always have a boyfriend…

The man passionately sucked on my nipples, licking them until they were itchy, sore, and I wanted them so badly. One of the man's large hands cupped my breast, while the other massaged my smooth, delicate thigh. My small hands kneaded and caressed the exposed breast...

"Mmm...mmm...oh...mmm...mmm..."

My sweet voice became softer and more seductive, yet clear and not sticky. My ex-boyfriend loved hearing my moans and pleas during sex; he said that just hearing them would make a man aroused, even without seeing me.

The man on top of me loosened his grip slightly, probably because his penis had lifted him up. The hand that had been caressing my thigh left, and he quietly unbuckled his belt and pants.

I stole a glance at him; his penis was so high, so very high, it made me so ashamed... His underwear was stuck because of his penis; no matter how hard I pulled, the opening in the front wouldn't go through. He suddenly pulled hard, tearing his underwear, which then fell to the ground along with his outer pants...

I felt my face getting even hotter... He was finally coming... I was so looking forward to this love-filled sex!

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