[Confession of a Prostitute]

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I'm hopelessly addicted... I love being looked at by men. In high school, a few close friends and I liked to dress up

in revealing outfits and go shopping together. Many guys would steal glances at us, which gave us

a sense of conquest, accomplishment, and excitement.
I've had a few boyfriends. My second boyfriend, to be honest, I thought he was a bit of a pervert. He often bought

me very erotic clothes to wear before we had sex. He especially liked those lace stockings that only went up to my thighs, and he wouldn't let

me take them off. He'd always do it from behind... He said that excited him more. I didn't feel anything; I

thought the front was better. But it was alright, so I went along with him.
My first experience with a vibrating dildo was also with him! I thought he was a bit strange, but I'd never

tried it , and I was genuinely curious about what it would be like inside me. So I didn't blame him. After that, I often

used it secretly when he wasn't around. It felt completely different from sex. The feeling of fullness after penetration, then

the vibration spreading from within, constantly stimulating the clitoris, and then reaching a point where you wanted to stop but couldn't

, feeling completely controlled by the vibrating penis, experiencing continuous, frenzied orgasms.
Later, when my boyfriend was using a dildo on me, he would often ask me if I seemed particularly excited, and whether I liked his penis or the vibrating dildo. I always

said I liked his, but my mind

was already lost in the vibrating hell. The thought that just as I was about to reach a frenzied state, he would

pull the dildo out my body and replace it with his real penis made me feel hate for his penis. Just thinking about this would cause my vagina

to involuntarily contract, as if trying to tighten around it, to keep it from leaving me.
Later, we broke up because of personality clashes. Was it really because of incompatibility? I doubt it myself, but

I will never let him or anyone else know. It's a secret mechanism in my body that no one knows about. Once it's inserted and that switch

is turned on , I can only fall into a frenzied orgasm, unable to stop.
After entering university, since I didn't have a boyfriend, wasn't bad-looking, and wasn't shy about showing off my figure, many boys started

to appear me. Classmates, friends—even walking around campus, people would stare at me, bringing back

the feeling I had in high school, being looked at by everyone, feeling both proud and excited.
When they looked at my innocent face and my sexy outfit that accentuated my curves, I knew what

they were thinking: "This girl dresses so provocatively, she must really like being fucked," or

"It would be so great to penetrate her and make her moan." Some even fantasized that I was

constantly , yearning for a large penis to penetrate me.
Actually, I enjoyed the lewd gazes of men; it amplified my pleasure. While they watched me lost in

their sexual fantasies, they were unaware that I was feeling the vibrations in my groin, about to reach a sensual climax. Every time

this happened, I had to endure it while moving my weak legs toward the dressing room or a secluded corner,

suffering the predicament of my groin being constantly wet with vaginal fluid, my vibrating penis about to slip off, afraid of being discovered, painfully enduring the

pleasure of the vibrating penis, while outwardly pretending to be nonchalant, greeting classmates I encountered, my mind only thinking about

getting to a secluded place to vent my frustration.
Recently, a friend told me that the pleasure of anal sex is incomparable to intercourse, and my curiosity was piqued again. I think I'm

a little abnormal! But unlike her, I don't have a boyfriend now, and I feel that inserting and thrusting in the anus is really dirty,

so I'll try using a dildo myself to see how I'll change. If I'm going to do it, I might as well go all the way! I thought to myself,

unaware that my body would reach such a frightening level.
That day I had six classes, but no classes in the first two in the morning. In the morning, I secretly masturbated in my room behind my parents' backs.

When I was extremely excited and my vaginal fluid was overflowing, I inserted my favorite three-speed vibrating dildo and turned on the

low-speed vibration. I liked that one because it had three speeds: at low speed, I could stay

excited all day; at medium speed, it was enough to give me a crazy orgasm.
I got up and slowly walked to the mirror. The friction between my penis and thigh as I walked made me feel the fullness of penetration. I

liked looking at my beautiful body in the mirror with the vibrating dildo inside. This was

the body many men wanted to penetrate! But I only wanted to use the dildo to defile this perfect body.
Watching my body writhe from the pleasure of the vibrating dildo between my legs, this lewd atmosphere

made me orgasm. As I felt the vibration, I smeared the constantly flowing vaginal fluid on my anus while

looking for a suitable penis for my first anal insertion.
The fear of the first time alone caused me to secrete more vaginal fluid. The penis inside me kept vibrating

. I secretly decided that I wouldn't pull it out all day! (The cost of batteries I spent

was terrifying.) Then I squatted down, pressed my penis against my anus, thought for a moment, and turned the vibrating penis

to medium speed, thinking that it would be more memorable to have my first penetration during an orgasm.
The pleasure intensified under the guidance of the vibrating penis, almost reaching the tipping point. I endured it and slowly slid it

into my anus. It was so tight, I couldn't get it in. I started to wonder if I had chosen one that was too big.
The pleasure continued to rise, I was about to lose it, there was no time to change to a smaller one, the switch was already on and couldn't be stopped.

I forcefully inserted it into my body, a current flowed through my lower body, an orgasm unlike any I had ever had, I collapsed to

the ground convulsing. The penis in my vagina continued to vibrate, the switch in my anus couldn't be activated in time, and after a while it finally

resumed. I turned the front back to low speed, and it still kept leaking vaginal fluid; I slowly turned on the rear one as well, it was a sliding type,

with high and low speeds but no segmentation. Using the penis in both directions at the same time gave me a strange feeling of excitement. I maintained my excitement

and started getting dressed.
What fascinates me most about using a vibrating dildo is that I can free my hands and not have to use them to maintain

an orgasm. This is why I later enjoyed having it inserted all day long; nothing I did could interfere with my pleasure,

and I hovered on the edge of excitement and orgasm all day. Sometimes I think, how wonderful it would be if I could live in this

state , without having to think about anything, only experiencing pleasure! I endured the impending second wave of orgasm, choosing

my clothes for class.
The pleasure of both holes vibrating simultaneously was incomparable to that of a single vibrating dildo. Ah! So exhilarating!

I couldn't maintain normal thinking; I just wanted to get out of the house quickly and enjoy the lewdness of men's eyes. I don't like

having sex with men, but I like the feeling of being afraid of being discovered. Oh! I can't take it anymore. Under the vibrating hell, I put on...

I wore my favorite white stockings, paired with a short skirt that hugged my hips tightly, just enough to cover the stockings.

I couldn't let anyone see me wearing such provocative stockings to school.
Normally I wear tight shorts because I'm afraid the dildo will slip down with constant vibration; shorts don't have

that problem. But today, for the first time, both holes were vibrating simultaneously, and the pleasure was so intense I couldn't think straight.

The more dangerous, the more excited I became; I just wanted the whole world's attention on me, to reach orgasm in front of everyone. "

Don't wear underwear! Let it fall down and everyone see; there will definitely be a different kind of orgasm," a devil in my mind

thought . So, I wore a spaghetti-strap, off-the-shoulder, backless top and 8-centimeter heels. Ugh! Absolutely not

appropriate for class, but under the control of my two penises, I couldn't think straight. This outfit

achieved the effect I wanted as soon as I stepped out the door.
Everyone on the street was staring at me. The vibrating dildo kept giving me endless stimulation, and

the swaying of my hips from walking in high heels only amplified the stimulation to my genitals and anus. If someone were to approach me at that moment,

I knew I would involuntarily orgasm in front of them. I
finally arrived at school. On the bus, the road was rough, and the bus was packed with

people. I increased the vibrating speed of the dildo to medium, secretly slipping my hand under my skirt—I figured no one would see—and holding

onto both dildos. Afraid they would fall, I leaned against the crowd and orgasmed twice. I almost

couldn't get off the bus, and the pleasure just kept going. Thankfully, I still had a sliver of consciousness left.
Classes went by one after another at school. My classmates were probably already used to my appearance and didn't react much.

I wonder if anyone noticed that I was wearing stockings with garter belts, and that I wasn't wearing underwear to school, and that the two vibrating

dildos were inserted into my body under my skirt, giving me continuous pleasure. Just thinking about it excited me, let alone the fact that the dildo was still

giving me pleasure, and my vaginal fluid was dripping non-stop. I lost track of time, completely immersed in the vibrations of the

vibrating .
Wave after wave of orgasms came and went, sometimes the

initial lead to another orgasm; sometimes the second orgasm would come first, and then the continued vibrations would bring

a second wave.
During lunch break, everyone went to eat, but I just wanted to get to the dressing room as quickly as possible. During class

, I was experiencing wave after wave of orgasms, and I couldn't control myself to slow down the penis. I couldn't stop. This was

something I'd never experienced before. Previously, I'd slow down after an orgasm, then speed it up again when I felt aroused, repeating this process. This

was probably due to stimulating both orifices simultaneously for the first time. It was completely unexpected; I couldn't control it anymore. It was

n't coming in segments anymore; I was constantly at the peak, my vaginal fluids flowing onto my stockings. I didn't want to, and

could slow down the speed. In my confusion, I thought the only way

to break this state was to turn it to the highest speed, frantically stimulating my clitoris and anus to reach ecstasy! But I'd only ever tried the highest speed at home; it was

absolutely .
I remember when I first bought that penis, I recklessly used it at the highest speed, and discovered that I, whom I didn't recognize

, had become a sexually driven, pleasure-seeking creature, capable of orgasms at will, without any thought, only continuous orgasms

until I passed out. Because of that terrible experience, I never used the high-speed mode again, since the medium speed was already enough to bring me

to orgasm. I was only thinking about getting to the dressing room as quickly as possible. As I walked, the stimulation

in my lower body intensified. My vaginal fluid kept flowing down my legs under the medium-speed vibration, and the two dildos, lubricated by the fluid, were

slowly sliding down.
I was almost too weak to tighten my genitals to keep them from slipping down. There were people all around, and I had to pretend

that nothing was wrong , trying my best to endure the pleasure and not let anyone notice. Oh! I really liked this strange atmosphere. I was a wanton

woman. In my daze, I felt the buzzing of the vibrating dildo getting louder and louder. I no longer cared about being seen with

the vaginal fluid on my stockings. I strongly craved the highest speed vibration that had given me that terrible experience. My orgasms kept rising.

Many people were looking at me. I wondered if they noticed what was wrong with me. I didn't care anymore. I couldn't think straight.
On the way, a classmate of mine, whom I knew had a crush on me, surprisingly suggested we have

lunch . I didn't understand what he was saying at all; I was only thinking that once we got to the restroom, I could reach

a state of ecstasy, go wild with pleasure, and escape this overflowing, unsatisfied feeling. He noticed my unusual state and helped me to

the railing to rest, asking if I wasn't feeling well.
In my mind, I was thinking, "I need to feel better! Let me go, hurry!" But he just kept asking, "What's wrong?

Do you want me to take you home?" I was almost entering that terrifying hell of ecstasy. Although

the speed remained the same, the accumulating orgasms, coupled with

the shame of my penis almost slipping off and being discovered, meant I was about to lose control.
In my daze, I realized my hand was in my pocket, holding the switch that controlled my body, wanting to turn it to

the highest speed. I screamed internally, "If I press down, it'll be ruined!" But I couldn't stop my lustful nature. Let everyone

see ! "Don't hold back anymore, just press it and you'll be free. Don't think too much, what's more important than an intense climax

?" I kept convincing myself, my reason slipping away bit by bit. I didn't care about the consequences, I wanted it!
Right there in the corridor outside the school's dressing room, the dildo inserted into my vagina suddenly accelerated its vibrations, triggering

the pent-up climax within me. My whole body felt like it was being electrocuted; I screamed wildly, convulsing against the railing,

oblivious to everyone around me. Enjoying the intense pleasure of the vibrating dildo, as I was about to faint, I thought, "There's another

switch, another penis. I'll turn that up to the highest speed too. I want to achieve unprecedented happiness in front of everyone at school

." Finally, the dildo

in my anus also began to twist rapidly, as if echoing the one in front. As I reached the blissful state of near-death, the penis slid from my anus to the ground, my vaginal fluid spraying all over my feet.
My classmates and those around me were stunned. I was the first to recover; I immediately asked him to take me home.
I think everyone heard my joyful shouts, but they probably don't understand what happened. Since I was standing nearby,

he was probably the only one who saw the fallen penis! Maybe there were others, but who cares!
I was sitting on the back of his motorcycle, and he seemed not to believe what he saw. My vagina was still plugged with an electric

dildo , at medium speed. After what had just happened, the low-speed excitement was no longer enough for me. Thinking back to how I

had just used an electric dildo to bring myself to unprecedented heights in front of everyone, both front and back, I realized that I had actually used an electric dildo to reach unprecedented heights in front of everyone.
With each bounce of the motorcycle, I reached another climax. Suppressing the surge of pleasure, I maintained my last shred

of rationality and asked him, "You'll keep this a secret, right?"
He asked me meaninglessly, "Why would you do that kind of thing at school?"
It seemed the earlier stimulation had been too much for him; he couldn't accept that I would go to school with a vibrator inserted! Knowing about

my promiscuous side actually excited me. I wanted to say some lewd things to him, to let him see

me with the vibrator inserted, constantly reaching orgasm.
"I'll tell you!" "There's still a big dick inside my vagina, vibrating non-stop, making me

wet and wet. You saw that one that was originally in my anus,"
I said, feeling even more excited. Seeing his bewildered expression, I reached

forward touched his penis; it was rock hard. I kept touching it, feeling waves of pleasure between my legs.

The fullness of the vibrating dildo inside my vagina, and the hot penis in my hand... Before we got home, I felt him ejaculate on his pants

, and I had multiple orgasms along the way. I figured he wouldn't tell anyone.
Back home, with his penis still vibrating inside me, my libido continued to rise. Seeing that he wasn't

satisfied , we took off our clothes. I was only wearing stockings, high heels, and the vibrating dildo.

As soon as he saw the vibrating dildo inside me and my wetness, he became aroused again. I took

him to my balcony, held onto the railing, and let him insert it into my anus from behind.
After what happened at school, I no longer cared about the mess of a penis thrusting in and out of my anus. The

frenzied pleasure made me impatient to try real anal sex. I arched my hips high, letting him

hold me with one hand and grab my breast with the other. Oh! I wondered if anyone was watching this scene from afar:
a mature woman's body, dressed only in white stockings and high heels, being penetrated from behind on a balcony;

while a thick vibrating penis was inserted into her front hole. Just thinking about it excited me immensely, let alone being

repeatedly thrust into from behind, with myself dripping wet from the vibrations of the vibrating penis.

It was incredibly I couldn't hold back any longer. Just as I was about to turn the vibrating penis to its highest speed,

turning myself into a sex doll who only knew pleasure and had no thoughts, he ejaculated.
It was because the vibrations of the dildo in front of me were transmitted to his back and he couldn't bear it. How rotten! I felt incredibly empty

. I told him not to tell anyone I went to school with a dildo inside me, and then sent him home.
Thinking about how I felt at school today, that near-death pleasure—no man could give me that. I think

I'm hopelessly addicted, turned into someone who wants a dildo inserted every single moment, vibrating both ends simultaneously,

trapped in frenzied, vibrating hell. Ah! I'm a sex slave to the vibrating dildo, I don't want to pull it out at all. Even now

, as I write this, my orifices are being played with by the dildo, my juices flowing freely.
I feel like it's not me using the vibrating dildo, but it's playing with me, raping me, turning me into

a mindless sex object, only knowing to let it vibrate inside me, leaving behind only my juices.
Hmm! The pleasure is uncontrollably increasing, my juices are flowing down my thighs, it wants to turn me into a lewd

beast with a dildo inside me again. My hand is being manipulated by it to press the high-speed switch. Oh! I can't refuse, it's starting

to vibrate , I can't take it anymore! I really want to walk down the street and let everyone see me being penetrated, to have others press

the switch that turns me into a sex toy.
[The End
]

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