High school girl's fantasy

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I am Xiaoying, I am eighteen years old this year. Because I took a year off from school, I am still a "pure" high school girl.
Speaking of innocence... I'm actually a little guilty. Although I've never been penetrated by a man (not even by my fingers, because I'm afraid of the pain ><), I've already fantasized countless times about having sex in my mind: classroom, movie theater, outdoors, bus... Ugh~ Just thinking about it makes my genitals wet... People say that the more innocent a saint appears on the outside, the more slutty and promiscuous she is on the inside.
I am only 150 cm tall and weigh 40 kg. I have a baby face, but my 34C breasts often make me the object of people's fantasies.
Not only do people whistle at me on the street, but I am also frequently sexually harassed when taking the bus.
Because I was afraid of being discovered, I dared not make a sound. I could only frown and bite my lower lip while trying my best to cover my skirt with my hands to prevent Lu Shan's claws from succeeding.
But in the process, I also experienced a shameful pleasure. Several times, my resistance was weak, which further aroused the man behind me's desire to conquer and his rising lust.
What they didn't know was that, inside me, who seemed to be forced and on the verge of tears, I was actually thinking wildly, "You annoying big bad wolf, hurry up and stick your stick into my pussy to stop the itch~" I think I must be a masochist.
>//////I have a damp constitution, and just one line in a romance novel, "I'll fuck you until you're in ecstasy and ruin your tender little pussy," will make my vagina involuntarily contract and overflow with lewd fluids.
After entering high school, I had my own room. As soon as I got home from school, I would rush into my room, lock the door, and take a good look at the little buds that I had been holding back all day.
Of course, the room was poorly soundproofed, and I had to cover my mouth tightly to keep from making a sound.
It felt like being raped, and my body couldn't help but become even more excited.
I imagine myself being forcefully pressed against the wall, my legs spread apart by the man's right leg that squeezes in from behind, my buttocks sticking up high, so that the man's thick, calloused fingers can stroke my sensitive clitoris and labia from bottom to top.
My body felt both comfortable and empty, desperately needing something to fill me.
The pleasure and the inexplicable emptiness stimulated me together, causing me to unconsciously sob softly while frantically twisting my slender waist.
The man's fingers increased the friction slightly, occasionally pinching my sensitive clitoris, and whispered in my ear, "Shh, do you want the whole world to know I'm fucking you?" His magnetic voice stimulated me, and my already wet lower body secreted more love fluid, which flowed down between my open legs.
The man didn't miss any opportunity to tease me. He blew a breath into my ear and gently bit my earlobe. Having already explored my body thoroughly, he knew that it was one of my erogenous zones.
Ahhh, my legs were already weak, and I could only barely stand by relying on his arms wrapped around me.
But the man wasn't so kind; this position made it easy for him to fondle my snow-white breasts with his large hands.
Her 34C breasts were just the right size for him to hold in one hand. He said the size was perfect, and her breasts swayed as he kneaded them. "They're so sexy, I like them."
Just as I was lost in passion, the man suddenly released me. Without my support, I collapsed to the ground, my flushed face and body looking incredibly alluring.
Unfortunately, men are not gentle men who cherish women.
He was like a tyrant ruling my world, ordering me to crawl to the dressing mirror at the other end of the room, "So you can see how lewd I've made you."
The man stood tall, looking down at me. He hooked my chin with his finger, forcing me to look at him. "You like it too, don't you?" I couldn't refute him. I just bit my lower lip and glanced away helplessly.
What to do? Should I climb or not? The restraint of being a woman and the wild instincts of my body kept pulling at me.
Finally, the desire to be treated with fervor overcame everything, and I mustered my strength to slowly crawl forward.
As I climbed, I could feel the man's brazen gaze fixed on my chest, waist, hips, and that mysterious area, as if he were raping me with his eyes.
Hmm... I can feel my engorged clitoris getting really hard.
I really want him to come and fuck me! I finally managed to climb to the dressing mirror and used my last bit of strength to tilt my head back, only to realize how lewd I looked, even more so than those AV actresses.
I was still wearing my uniform top, which was half-undone, and most of my bare shoulders were clearly visible.
The buttons were all ripped open, revealing a pair of restless breasts. The pink bra, now loose due to its deformation, was hanging on her hands with only the shoulder straps remaining.
My underwear had been pulled down to my thighs by the man, restricting my movements.
She was still wearing her gray plaid skirt, but it was soaked through with vaginal fluid.
Men love it when I wear a uniform top that's a size too small, with my breasts almost bursting out of the top because I'm not wearing a bra; I wear a miniskirt without underwear so he can easily slip his hand under my skirt to enjoy my private parts; and then I wear black fishnet stockings and high heels.
He said that this kind of outfit would make his penis harder, so hard that he would want to fuck me to death.
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ So good... Slower, I can't take it anymore... Mmm~ Ah~" The man's penis was inserted directly into my honey-filled little hole. The image of us having sex from behind looked even more lewd in the mirror. I shamefully imagined myself as a little bitch who needed to be fucked, shaking my ass and begging my master for more love.
"Mmm~ Ahhh~ I'm almost there!" The intense thrusting of my fingers, combined with my previous fantasies, easily brought me to orgasm, but fingers can't compare to a warm, hard penis! I want a man so badly.
—–The next morning, I woke up on the floor, feeling sore and weak all over, and my body and clothes smelled of dried semen.
I had no choice but to rush into the bathroom to wash up and tidy up the room as well.
What if Mom sees me?>< I finally finished my work, only to find I'm about to miss the bus.
My home is located in the suburbs, about an hour's drive from the school. The bus only comes once every thirty minutes, so it would be a real headache if I missed it.
I quickly changed into my uniform and rushed out the door without even having breakfast.
Fortunately, the bus hadn't left yet, but it was packed with people, and they all seemed to be men.
Most families in this area own at least one car for commuting, so theoretically there shouldn't be many office workers taking the bus at this time.
I was hesitating about whether to get on the bus. The fantasies I had about the perverted man on the bus kept swirling in my mind, making me a little worried (but also with a tiny bit of anticipation...).
The bus, which was about to leave, slowly came to a stop, opened its doors, and a commuter got off.
Without time to think, I quickly ran onto the bus.
When all the boys saw that it was a woman boarding the bus, they paused for a moment, and then automatically made way for me so I could have a seat.
Although all the seats were full, at least there were still handrails to grab onto.
I breathed a sigh of relief and calmed my breathing, which had become disordered from the rapid sprint.
"Ah!" I exclaimed in surprise, and everyone around me turned around to see what had happened.
My cheeks flushed slightly, and I said, "I'm sorry."
Oh no, I was so focused on changing my uniform that I forgot to put on my underwear... I can't let anyone find out... And after last night's fantasies, my body is still in a very sensitive state, and I react to the slightest touch.
However, with the bus so crowded, I not only had to avoid exposing myself, but also worried about being touched, making it impossible to do both at the same time.
I tried to stay calm, holding onto the handrail with one hand and protecting my chest with the other. The skirt part... should be relatively safer, right? I reassured myself, but the bus suddenly braked hard, and due to the law of inertia, everyone fell forward, and I accidentally bumped into the back of a tall man.
Perhaps I'm being too sensitive, but my surroundings seemed to become more crowded, with almost no space to move behind me or on either side of my body.
The pressure coming from all directions was torture for my sensitive skin. I almost collapsed and could only barely hold on by holding onto the handrails.
Wait, why do I feel something moving around? My groin, waist, back... even my inner thighs! Is it a hand? Whose hand is caressing me so wantonly? The hand that was protecting my chest fell limply to my sides, and almost immediately, I felt my chest being violated as well.
But her body, already limp from being touched, was no longer able to resist.
Many large hands were groping me, and a shy moan escaped my lips. I was startled and quickly bit my lower lip.
How could I make such shameful sounds in front of strangers? They must have noticed that there was nothing under my uniform and silently categorized me as a slut! Large hands began to blatantly reach under my shirt and skirt, one hand gently pinching my right nipple with two fingers covered in thick calluses and then pulling it upwards; my left breast was even more wantonly kneaded.
The alluring triangle area was arbitrarily inserted and touched with fingers.
"Ah, no..." My clitoris is very sensitive, and I couldn't resist his playing with it. I begged repeatedly, but the attack of his large hands did not decrease but increased.
"Mmm...mmm...ah...ah...mmm" I finally couldn't resist the men's advances, my last bit of restraint broke down, and I let out pleasurable moans.
"Have you had enough fun?"
A deep, magnetic voice came through, just like the voice from my imagination.
But I was too tired to open my eyes to see who it was.
Upon hearing that sound, the large hands that had been lingering on my body just a moment ago vanished, leaving only the hands inside my skirt still relentlessly ravaging me.
"Didn't you hear what I said? You're fired. Get off the bus."
"General Manager...this woman..." The man seemed to want to explain, but the words were no longer heard—the bus doors slowly opened, and he was thrown off.
"Are you alright? Can you stand up?" the owner of the voice asked.
I slowly opened my eyes. "Is this... the xxx bus?" "No, you've taken the wrong bus. You've taken our company shuttle bus."
The man smiled slightly, and his gentle smile instantly put me at ease.
He gentlemanly straightened my clothes, took my right hand and put it around his waist, while his hand rested steadily on my waist, and helped me to the last row of seats.
Before the man could give the order, everyone in the row of seats immediately gave up their seats.
The man let me sit in the seat closest to the window, and he sat next to me so I could lean on him.
"I'm sorry for making you suffer that kind of treatment."
I was in front of you then, and I didn't notice sooner.
He actually apologized to me, even though it wasn't his fault.
I was too tired to reply, so I gave him a blurry smile.
"You must be very tired."
Here, this is a birth control pill. Take it to prevent any problems from arising.
He took out a small white pill, and I, without suspicion, obediently swallowed it.
They also never considered that it was illogical for a man to carry birth control pills with him.
Knowing I was sleepy, he swept me into his arms in a princess carry, my head resting on his left shoulder. "The bus seats aren't comfortable, this way you'll sleep better."
Surprised by his thoughtfulness, I murmured my thanks a few times and then fell into a deep sleep.
Not long after, it felt like there was a fire burning inside me, making me unbearably hot and unable to fall asleep.
I slightly opened my eyes, only to find the man's restless hand reaching under my skirt and caressing me.
I tried to shout, but the sound that came out was so faint that it didn't attract anyone's attention.
"Your body is so sexy, so sweet and juicy. No wonder my usually calm and composed subordinates have lost their minds."
The man whispered lewd words in my ear.
No touch could compare to the stimulation of a single word; I felt my body continuously secreting fluids.
At the same time, my body became increasingly hot, and I unconsciously moved closer to his body, which seemed to reduce the discomfort.
"Don't you want it? Let me tell you, the pill you swallowed is actually a pill that will make you happy."
You need a man's penis to satisfy your body's desires.
The man smiled slightly, but with a hint of wickedness.
"You..." Before I could continue, the man forcefully pressed his lips against mine, his fingers still inside my vagina increasing their pressure, attempting to force me into submission. Yet, he cleverly discovered that this domineering behavior only excited me more.
"I didn't expect you to be so lewd, you don't need that little pill at all."
"Actually, you want to spread your legs and let men fuck you every day, don't you?" "Don't say that... um... ah... ah! It hurts!" Just as I wasn't paying attention, the man's penis was aimed at my vagina and forcefully inserted. The sudden pain almost made me unable to bear it, and I kept asking him to pull out.
"So you're still—!" he said in a low voice, suppressing his surprise. He didn't continue to thrust, but stopped, giving me enough time to adjust to the penis inside me.
"Okay...it seems...it doesn't hurt anymore..." I said softly, my flushed cheeks showing a hint of embarrassment, which was quite alluring.
The man sprinted forward with all his might, the sounds of impact echoing throughout the car, but no one dared to turn around and look.
"You like being watched, don't you?"
The man quickly figured out my preferences.
"I..." I was caught off guard but too embarrassed to admit it, so I lowered my head and avoided answering.
"So many people know what we're doing."
"Are you excited?" "Tell me what we're doing, hmm?" The man continued thrusting while also providing verbal stimulation.
"We are...making...love".
I was so ashamed to say such obscene words that my ears turned bright red, and my vagina involuntarily contracted.
"No, I'm doing it to you."
And you are being fucked by me.
"Ah... don't say it... it's so embarrassing... ah... ah... it feels so good!" I never thought that the scene I only dared to fantasize about in my mind would actually happen in reality.
The verbal humiliation and guilt, along with the pleasure, brought me to orgasm.
The man behind me also climaxed and ejaculated his semen into my uterus.
"You're so beautiful~ You're absolutely gorgeous."
To me, a man's praise sounds more like an insult.
"Don't think this is the end. From now on, you are my personal sex slave, understand?" The man spoke slowly and clearly, word by word.
"Oh, right, I'll take the day off today, school."
You have a lot to learn today.
A man's sexually suggestive words deeply affected me.
What to do? I'm going to become a man's exclusive sex slave... I'm kind of looking forward to it.

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