Beautiful girl's heartfelt confession

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My first time happened shortly after I started middle school, and it 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 transitioned from a girl to a woman quite early, I don't like wearing shortened skirts to attract attention. In my classmates' eyes, I am a very, very beautiful, well-behaved, hardworking, and academically excellent student.
However, my uniform skirt is indeed quite short, about ten centimeters above the knee, much shorter than that of the average good student.
But that's because I have a slim waist and long legs; I didn't deliberately shorten my skirt. Because my grades have always been among the best, the discipline master and the like never bothered me. Instead, they often leered at me and took the opportunity to pat my shoulder and butt.
I have many suitors: those in and out of school, those in cram schools, high school boys, and even two other male teachers.
It felt great to be the center of attention, but back then I thought I loved my mentor so much that I didn't care about other guys. My girlfriends even gave me the nickname "Square Ice"... They had no idea that my mentor had already melted my heart...
My tutor's sexual skills are terrible; in three years of dating, he's never given me an orgasm. However, I quite enjoy the feeling of him penetrating me. Although it's painful and uncomfortable, it symbolizes that we are truly one, making me experience both pain and pleasure. I feel so happy, so incredibly happy…
My vagina is very sensitive and gets wet easily; just touching or scratching it will soak my safety pants.
My teacher said that was a squirt, and I foolishly believed her. Later I learned that it's nothing like vaginal ejaculation...
I got into my top-choice girls' high school in the country, but commuting there would take four hours every day, so I moved in with my aunt. Living apart meant we never had a chance to sleep together, and it was only then that I accidentally discovered my tutor'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 are both very good to me, especially my uncle, who treats 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 about attending classes, taking exams, and having tutoring. I threw away all the love letters and gifts that the male teachers and boys in my tutoring class had given me.
I was selected for the marching band. Because of the marching band practice, I often had to wear a very short uniform skirt. Of course, we had to wear normal length skirts when entering and leaving the school, but the cram school was very stuffy even though the air conditioning was strong, so we marching band members liked to wear miniskirts instead.
My waist is very slim, and the standard skirt is already shorter than my classmates'. But all my girlfriends have switched to mini skirts, and if I don't, I'll look too out of place. I guess it's a kind of peer pressure?
Once, I left a paper bag in front of the air conditioner while I was having tutoring, and the dripping water from the air conditioner 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 house. My uncle secretly drank while my aunt wasn't there, and he got drunk and vomited. I helped him to the master bedroom, and then he raped me in a fit of lust.
The next day, my uncle knelt before me, kowtowing and begging for my forgiveness. He said he had never had an extramarital affair, and although he had always had sexual fantasies about me, he had never dared to make any advances towards me. My aunt and uncle had a very good relationship, and although I was angry, I didn't want to upset my aunt, and I couldn't bear to let my uncle kneel there any longer, so I reluctantly said that I forgave him.
I've heard that people who have been raped don't want to wear skirts, but even our school's winter uniforms are skirts, so I don't have any intention of not wearing one. Although the marching band's skirts are short, they actually wear underwear and leggings during performances—more than they wore on the day I was raped. I've already been chosen as the next band leader, and I have a great relationship with my girlfriends, so I have absolutely no intention of leaving the marching band.
I only had sex once during my three years of high school. Sex has always been very uncomfortable for me, whether it was with my advisor or my uncle. During my freshman and sophomore years of college, I was a true "ice cube," unmoved by a lot of suitors.
During my junior year of college, I started dating a young professor from another department because I felt he was the only suitor who wasn't just after me.
Shortly after they started dating, he proactively admitted that he used to be very promiscuous and had a lot of sexual experience. However, as he got older, his thoughts changed, and he still wanted to find a decent woman to marry.
His technique was amazing; 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 such pleasure in sex. He's truly incredible; he often brings me to the point of orgasm and passing out…
He also semi-forced me to watch porn with him, read erotic literature, and taught me oral sex and various sexual positions, which made me incredibly embarrassed...
After two years of dating, under his tutelage, I gradually became accustomed to wearing sexy and revealing dresses, and all my swimwear was 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 had completely shaken off the fear of being raped, and even wore a tight top and pleated miniskirt to family gatherings, allowing my uncle to admire me. I was full of confidence; I knew that being raped was not my fault, but my uncle's.
My uncle's penetration was insignificant compared to the hundreds of sexual encounters I've had, and I don't need to feel any guilt or remorse.
My boyfriend proposed to me when I graduated from university, but I hesitated. Marriage is not just a matter between two people, but between two families. Although we are sexually compatible, our personalities and other aspects are not so compatible.
My parents don't like him at all. His mother always complains that I'm too beautiful, too charming, have too many peach blossom eyes, and that my waist is too thin to have children.
Although many people know that my boyfriend and I live together, I still have a constant stream of suitors. Rejecting his marriage proposal was a huge blow to him; he started to doubt things, and we argued more and more often. For a girl, sex is not just about physical union. When the souls cannot connect, what should have been perfect sex becomes a one-sided act of violence.
Thinking back to sex in junior high, although my genitals were very painful and uncomfortable, I felt sweet inside. Now, although my boyfriend makes me squirt repeatedly, the heat in my soul is decreasing 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 diminished. Although he's still infatuated with my alluring body, he's becoming less and less caring and tender towards me…
I find it hard to understand what "friends with benefits" means. 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 I was so close to, someone with whom I shared such a deep emotional connection, left me feeling incredibly lost. Several job interviews also resulted in sexual harassment, which made me feel extremely upset.
That's when I met the CEO.
The CEO is an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, but he has a clear and logical mind, always gets to the heart of the matter, and is very persuasive.
The first time we met, I felt like we were kindred spirits, and I even told him all the secrets I had kept hidden in my heart.
He listened to me very seriously and sincerely, helped me analyze the problem, and assisted me in clarifying the various difficulties I had recently encountered.
We chatted for a very long time. The sky outside the McDonald's window suddenly changed from sunrise to night, and all the customers sitting nearby had changed. But we had such a great time chatting that I didn't even realize we'd talked for so long.
Perhaps because I had been sitting for too long, I felt a lot of soreness in my lower body, so he gently drove me back to my rental property and said he would help me find a job.
The CEO is incredibly efficient; the very next day, a well-known women's clothing brand called to invite me for an interview. To make a good impression on the interviewer, I specifically chose the sexiest and most alluring lingerie and wore the most revealing and lightest dress, arriving at the agreed location half an hour early.
Although I was introduced by the CEO, they still thoroughly examined my resume and asked me various professional questions. The interviewers were all lecherous men, but none of them sexually harassed me, which filled me with anticipation for the company. A man's lecherous gaze wasn't a problem for me at all; I'd lived that kind of environment my whole life.
After a long Q&A session, they decided to appoint me as the Marketing Development Manager and concurrently as the CEO's Special Assistant. 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 trained me as a new employee. I spent a whole week in classes from morning till night, which made my vagina so sore and painful. Fortunately, I pay close attention to the maintenance of my buttocks, so I didn't sacrifice the smooth curve of my buttocks because of sitting in a chair for a week.
The market development department is full of beautiful women, and I, as 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 was originally acting as my substitute was an absolute beauty, almost as beautiful as me.
Our company is already the number one brand in the women's ready-to-wear market, so it's not easy to develop new customers. However, the CEO has helped me devise a perfect plan, allowing me to lead this group of beautiful and intelligent women to promote the company's products to the high-end male buyer market.
As the department manager, I and the others wore sexy uniforms representing the company image, and the company dispatched sports cars to take us to the target client's villa, office, or other designated locations.
"Hello, this is Yang Lifang, whom I made an appointment with yesterday. May I demonstrate our company's products now?"
I was wearing a low-cut, backless mini dress, bending slightly forward to reveal a deep cleavage at the neckline, and my pretty face had sweet dimples.
The man in front of me was dumbfounded, his mouth agape and his crotch bulging. I couldn't help but cover my mouth and chuckle, because I knew that the company's products were just that beautiful and sexy, and that when I wore them, they would have an even more alluring effect than the sum of their parts.
"Excuse me, could you please help Lifang carry the dresses up from the display?" I grabbed the man's arm and pulled him close to 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 unload the large, light box from the sports car. There were actually quite a few dresses inside, but our company's designs are all environmentally friendly and use minimal fabric, so a set of dresses doesn't weigh much at all.
My small feet, clad in high heels, walked ahead of him step by step, climbing the gentle slope and steps in front of the villa.
Although I didn't reveal much, he must have seen my sexy panties under my skirt, right? These are our company's secret products, not sold to the public. He probably hadn't seen them before, had he?
"You're so strong..." I gently squeezed his arm, my eyes peering through his crotch towards 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 threw the suitcase aside with a bang, scooped me up in his arms, and rushed towards a room with a super king-size bed amidst my cries.
He gently placed me on the bed, lovingly cupped my pretty face, and kissed me tenderly.
"Mmm..." I murmured, the seal on my heart breaking open. I felt like I was back in the throes of my passionate love affair with my ex-boyfriend. Enjoying his lips, his tongue, his rudeness, his roughness...
His technique was poor, and his kisses hurt. But his intense love made up for the lack of skill, making my sensitive body tremble uncontrollably, and my vagina secreted fluid… His hands touched my breasts, caressing my erect nipples through the thin fabric. His hands were heavy and hot, pinching me painfully, but that nostalgic touch filled me with immense joy, and I eagerly awaited his further caresses…
My body was completely limp. Sensitive as I am, I'm utterly susceptible to a man's teasing. Although we'd only just met, and I'd only learned of his existence yesterday, his love for me deeply captivated me… It was love at first sight, a spark igniting a fire, dry tinder meeting a raging flame… I willingly offered him my perfect body…
Of course, I don't love him. Winning someone's heart isn't so easy. But I know he loves me, is deeply infatuated with me. Infatuated with my face, my rosy 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 infatuated with my vagina…
He loves me, and I love him as the CEO, the company, the customers, and the guy who buys the company's expensive products.
Although I haven't shown any other dresses yet, I know he'll definitely become a major client for the company today. The price of this dress I'm wearing is comparable to his luxury villa. Even if he doesn't buy any other products, my sales this month have already far exceeded my target.
He loved me deeply, and I loved him deeply as he became a major client. Although I'm not an naive girl easily lost in lust, having never experienced sex since graduation, all I wanted at that moment was for him to love me, penetrate me, fuck me, and relentlessly bring me to orgasm, to make me gush with juices, to make me sweat profusely, to make my tight little hole spasm, to make my uterus burst with semen…
He pulled down the thin straps of my dress, dragging them up to my waist. He frantically tried to unhook my bra, but couldn't manage it; the hard underwire pressed painfully against my chest. I had no choice but to unhook the clasp myself so he could move the bra aside…
"Mmm~~~~" After several months without being bitten by a man, my nipples became even more sensitive, red and swollen as if they might squirt milk at any moment. He suckled at my beautiful breasts like a child, thirstily...
"Ah ...
The man passionately sucked on my nipple, licking it until it was itchy, sore, and I wanted it so badly. One of his large hands cupped my breast, while the other massaged my smooth, delicate thigh. My small hands kneaded and caressed the empty breast...
"Mmm...mmm...oh...mmm...mmm..."
My sweet voice became softer and sweeter, but clear and not sticky. My ex-boyfriend loved hearing my moans and pleas during sex; he said that just hearing them would make a man aroused, even without seeing me.
The man on top of me loosened his grip a little, probably because his penis had lifted him up. The hand that had been caressing my thigh left, and he quietly unbuckled his belt and trousers.
I stole a glance at him; his penis was erect so high, it made me so ashamed… His underwear was stuck because of his penis, and no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't get it past the opening at the front. Suddenly, he ripped his underwear open, and it fell to the ground along with his outer pants…
I felt my pretty face getting even hotter... He's finally coming... I'm so looking forward to this lovey-dovey sex!

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