The perverted training of married woman Qiuyan (4)

"Mmm...! Mmm...!"

Her body, still yearning for passion, was utterly overwhelmed by the friction. Qiu Yan's reason crumbled,
her body drenched in sweat, her moans trembling. The hot, wet friction continued for a while before the vice president stopped.
Beside the still-trembling Qiu Yan, he removed his semen-smelling underwear and placed it on her head;
the sticky side naturally pressed against her nostrils, which were snotty from excessive excitement.

"Ugh...!"

In her heightened state, upon smelling the strong, fishy odor, Qiu Yan immediately let out the lewd cries of a middle-aged woman, driven by lust and transformed
into a beast.

"Haha! Very good reaction! Let me hear you moan a few more times!"

"Mmm...! Mmm...!"

The vice president, his legs limp, recorded Qiu Yan's out-of-control grotesque state on his phone
. Qiu Yan, intoxicated by the strong masculine scent and unable to resist touching her nipples and clitoris, was abruptly interrupted by the vice president halfway through her pleasure.

"You haven't reached orgasm yet, masturbation is forbidden, you know?"

Qiu Yan's voluptuous body was irresistibly hot under the heat. She should have forgotten the vice president's order amidst
the sweat and passion, but when the vice president forcefully removed her panties from her head, and her unfocused gaze
refocused on the man's naked genitals, she was awakened by that penis, different from her husband's.

The middle-aged man's penis, which had recently ejaculated because of her and was now stirring again, was right before her eyes. Qiu Yan
couldn't help but stare at the fierce veins bulging on the base of the penis, a feeling of submissiveness rising in her chest, surpassing even sexual desire
. Just as she had submitted to and worshipped her husband's penis in bed, she was now consumed by lust and, for reasons of both reason and emotion,
could not refuse its dominion—of course, all of this had to be based on the premise of "simulated sex"
—as long as the vice president catered to Qiu Yan's self-deceptive rules in her aroused state and then spoke to her,
she would immediately open her legs without being ordered.

However, the owner of the penis in front of her simply turned off the electric heater and gave her the order to dress.

"Wh...why?"

Qiu Yan, sweating profusely on the soft mat and panting with a racing heart, couldn't believe it. She still thought that
stopping masturbation was to allow the two of them to continue their entanglement, so the flush on her cheeks had not yet faded, and the swelling of her nipples and clitoris
was still ongoing, not to mention that her vulva, stained with semen, was incredibly wet. She had already been forced into this state by the man
, so why not continue? If she didn't want to continue, why wouldn't she be allowed to finish on her own? Still burning with desire
, Qiu Yan couldn't understand. She even considered clinging to the man's leg, begging him
to change his mind…

"Hey, don't look at me like a lustful sow. Or is it that your desire to be dominated
outweighs your determination to get back to work?"

Sow…desire…get back to work…determination…

Her body, rejected by the man, was cooling down at an extremely slow pace, while her still-feverish mind kept
swirling around these four sets of words. In the current situation, this could only be considered a meaningless, aimless thought, one of the purposes of which was
to allow Qiu Yan to escape the loneliness of being rejected by the man; however, these words were thus able to take root in her mind
and deeply influence her thinking direction when facing similar situations in the future.

Qiu Yan reluctantly put on her clothes, and she and the vice president returned to the cool office, their bodies covered in sweat
, and had to put on their suits without wiping themselves down. The vice president revoked Qiu Yan's "usage privileges" and ordered her to
turn on her work phone to broadcast live so everyone could track her whereabouts. He then kicked her out of the office.

By this time, Qiu Yan had calmed down and knew she absolutely couldn't go somewhere secluded and masturbate to relieve her lingering
desire, especially since the vice president had explicitly told her "no masturbation" in the warehouse. But she had nowhere
to go now; she couldn't possibly go back to her former colleagues after making a fool of herself. In the end, she could only stay on
the empty balcony.

Qiu Yan hesitated for a long time in front of the cigarette pack in her bag, during which time she even called her husband. Although she felt
extremely guilty about what had just happened, she couldn't tell him everything, only letting her husband think that she had suffered some grievances at work
and was in a bad mood and needed comforting. After a few minutes of chatting, Qiu Yan, feeling slightly better, finally decided
to have a cigarette when her work phone rang again.

Qiu Yan arrived at the manager's office during her lunch break. She
brushed past a young woman from the secretary's office at the door, the woman's malicious gaze making her uncomfortable. Inside the office, the manager and a manufacturer's representative
were drinking tea and eating sunflower seeds in the break area.

Upon seeing Qiu Yan, the manager happily waved to her and whispered a few instructions. Qiu Yan then
undressed in front of the representative, who was waiting to see a good show, just like yesterday, until she was only in her underwear. She then picked up one of the ashtrays on the table,
knelt at the corner of the two sofas, replacing the potted plant that had been there. As the lecherous representative stared intently
at Qiu Yan's areolas overflowing from her bra, she accepted the cigarettes the manager offered her,
inserted one into each nostril, and lit them.

"Wow! This beauty is really at your beck and call!"

The representative's exaggerated expression revealed an undisguised excitement. The manager, who had known him for some time, smirked
and said to the lustful representative,

"If you don't believe me, feel free to touch her."

"Damn it, you said it! You'll be responsible if anything happens!" The

representative said, turning to meet Qiu Yan's gaze. The beauty, with a cigarette in her nostril, smiled and nodded at him.

"Miss, I really will touch her! I really will touch her!" This guy had a loud voice and seemed to have no manners. How annoying—Qiu Yan swallowed

her disgust and responded through the pungent white smoke, "Please touch, representative." Perhaps because she had just had direct physical contact with the vice president that morning, Qiu Yan let the representative rub her breasts, which smelled of sweat and cigarettes, but she couldn't feel any desire. In contrast, the heat in her nasal cavity and even her throat gave her the pleasure of obeying orders—no need for thought or worry, just follow the contract 's terms step by step, and the reward will naturally follow—in terms of saving her career, this principle is indeed simple and easy to understand. However, in reality, the pleasure Qiu Yan felt was not simply this; it also included "the leeway to obey orders " and "the pleasure of obeying orders." Her stubborn and pathetic pride linked these two with achieving the goal of the job.

The pleasure brought by the speed was forcibly equated with the feeling of being out of control, thus declaring to her past self that "everything is under control."

"Speaking of which, this bra is really in the way, can you ask her to take it off?"

"Of course. Miss Cheng?"

"Yes, I'll take it off right away."

Although smoking through the nostrils is still uncomfortable, once you've had the painful experience, your body will start to adapt. Compared to
yesterday when she was completely anxiously focused on the smell of cigarettes, Qiu Yan can now smile and have normal conversations while smoking
, and of course, she can easily unhook her bra.

"Holy shit! These headlights are really huge! Shake them? Shake them?"

"No problem, please rub them... phew..."

Qiu Yan spent the time it takes to smoke three pairs of cigarettes under the representative's rough hand that just wouldn't stop rubbing her.

When the secretary brought in the lunchbox, the representative finally willingly let go of that lewd hand. While the two men ate,
Qiu Yan obediently knelt on the spot, letting the cigarette burn as naturally as possible—after all, the manager hadn't said it was
over once the pack was finished—she endured the pungent smell of smoke for the men to enjoy until the meal ended.

"You smoked a pack of cigarettes today too! This kind of anti-smoking ambassador is really unreliable. Haha!"

"Yes… phew…"

After the representative left in high spirits, the manager finally allowed Qiu Yan to stop smoking through her nostrils and instructed her
to report to this office during her lunch break for the next few days. If Qiu Yan's cooperation went wrong, each
department would have a grand anti-smoking awareness campaign to enjoy that afternoon.

"Then we'll look forward to your performance from now on, anti-smoking ambassador Cheng Qiu Yan! Hahaha." "

I… I'll try my best. Ahaha…"

Qiu Yan preferred to keep the sacrifice above her neck rather than let anyone see her embarrassed. Moreover, this
wasn't just the kind of embarrassment that could be laughed off; it was a vulgar sexual innuendo,
a disgrace that could potentially ruin her life. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but hate herself for saying "I'd be happy to" to the manager…

After all, that sentence, coupled with that demeanor, wasn't it the behavior of an exhibitionist, a pervert?

In any case, she absolutely couldn't be late for lunch break, and then she would do her best to satisfy the manager's perverted fetish—holding
the man and letting him inhale the cigarette smoke emanating from her body, Qiu Yan thought, clenching her inexplicably wet private parts.

§

When the first order of the afternoon was issued, Qiu Yan was enjoying a belated lunch at the coffee shop next to the company. She hurriedly
swallowed the remaining few bites of her sandwich and half a cup of black coffee, grabbed her work phone, and rushed back to the company. The caller was
a section chief who looked like a rat. Qiu Yan didn't remember such a person from yesterday's meeting, but since
the order was issued through this dedicated phone, she had to obey.

The section chief led Qiu Yan to the stinking men's restroom, ordering her to strip down to her underwear, tie on a cleaning
headscarf, put on gloves, and use the dirty rags and lint brushes provided in the restroom to clean it. With such equipment, it
was impossible for her to complete the task smoothly. Qiu Yan was convinced the section chief just wanted to see her do the cleaning in this state. Another
perverted man.

"Hey! Is that face of yours displeasure with my orders?"

"N-no, no..."

"A mere old woman dares to give me that look—forget it, straighten your back!"

"Yes…!"

Perhaps she had inadvertently shown disgust earlier, but now it was too late to regret it. Qiu Yan could only try to
salvage the situation with a smile. Unfortunately, the section chief wasn't buying it. His tense, rat-like face swayed unhappily behind Qiu Yan, followed
by a slightly cool, strange touch accompanied by a screeching, grating sound coming from above her back, slowly moving
downwards . The section chief was writing large words on Qiu Yan's beautiful back with a black marker.

From the moment the first cool sensation abruptly ended, followed by a second sensation from a different direction, Qiu Yan realized
the sensations were writing something. After completing the three-stroke character for "upper," she immediately mentally
rehearsed the next few strokes, sketching the remaining words one after another. When the section chief finished,
the words "Topless Cleaning Woman" appeared in Qiu Yan's mind.

"Next is... hehe!"

Ugh... that laugh was really lewd and disgusting. No, no, it would be terrible if she accidentally angered him again . Qiu Yan smiled while silently reminding herself, while the section chief's marker had already written "Touching Breasts OK" and added a heart emoji on
the sagging flesh of her shoulder . Seeing the erotic declaration on her chest through the mirror, a strange premonition seeped into Qiu Yan's heart like tiny bubbles, stirring the desire that had been dormant during her lunch break. Just looking at the crooked words, she could imagine the reactions of her company employees when they came into this restroom and saw her like this. Lustful woman, whore, pervert, weirdo—these strong terms that would directly arise in men's minds, completely negating her value as a social elite, were now hiding in Qiu Yan's opened heart, tickling her incessantly with their hairy tentacles. The section chief reached out from behind Qiu Yan and grabbed her breasts, then moved around like a scurrying mouse , pressing his nose against her right areola, taking a deep sniff, and letting out a satisfied sigh. Although Qiu Yan didn't like this mouse, he was still a man… and therefore, when the section chief leered as he sniffed her areola , Qiu Yan still felt a little aroused. "Hiss, hiss! Hiss—!" After being sniffed by the man for a while, Qiu Yan realized that the so-called "slight" was just the prelude, the beginning of what would soon plunge her into lust. "Your areolas really stink!" "I-I'm sorry, because I sweated a lot this morning..." "Why are you sorry? That's good! An expired old woman like you deserves the smell of sweat, right?" "Uh...yes...?" "What 'yes'?" Qiu Yan hesitated for a moment, her lowered gaze lingering on the rat's pointed nose and her nipples, which had swelled up from the sniffing, and said shyly: "An expired old woman like me...deserves the smell of sweat..." The section chief smiled triumphantly, grabbed Qiu Yan's large breasts and sniffed them for nearly ten minutes, enjoying himself while Qiu Yan's body gradually succumbed to the waves of excitement. Finally, the section chief whispered a few words in her ear, teasing Qiu...

After a tingling sensation, Qiu Yan left.

Her itchy heart kept replaying those words in her mind, while she also thought about the unfinished pleasure from earlier that morning. This longing
intertwined with the human smoking device during lunch break, and then connected with the vulgar anti-smoking performances.
The more she thought about it, the more excited she became; her unsatisfied body began to undermine her reason again—in this toilet filled with the stench of male urine,
Qiu Yan, like a well-trained female dog, automatically ignited a fierce fire of desire.

As the first male employee stepped into the restroom, Qiu Yan, itching with desire, immediately rehearsed the scene in her mind. She then
raised her hands, gripping the rag and brush, behind her head, and adopted a semi-squatting stance, slightly arching her back, revealing
her damp, smelly armpits and protruding, sweaty areolas, shouting to the startled man:

"Stinky...stinky areola cleaning lady! Cheng Qiu Yan is at your service! Ugh...!"

Adopting an extremely shameful posture and uttering vulgar words that would ruin her reputation,
Qiu Yan went all out—yes, it was an order she had to obey, but while carrying it out, she also
felt a burning sense of liberation and an exhilarating fullness—to put it bluntly, she was now nothing more than
a perverted exhibitionist, nothing more than a perverted woman! Regardless of contempt or ridicule, Qiu Yan was now willing to accept the disdainful looks

she had received when she wore the cigarette pack dress and camisole —she could even savor the shame that only a perverted woman would willingly enjoy! "Damn, you're sick!" However, the other person was scared away by Qiu Yan's readiness to accept the mockery... Her overly passionate body failed to withstand the man's gaze, and Qiu Yan dejectedly squatted back in front of the urinal, scraping the yellow stains on it with a lint remover brush, feeling the loneliness of her waning desire. Fortunately, before her reason regained control, another unsuspecting male employee entered. Hearing the sound of approaching leather shoes, Qiu Yan's perverted lust quickly reignited. She stopped what she was doing, waiting for the footsteps to reach the restroom, and then… “Stinky areola cleaner! Cheng Qiuyan is at your service! Ugh—!” Her raised armpits trembled slightly under the man’s gaze, her arched body covered in excited sweat, the rag and brush stained with urine making the stench of urine seem to pour over her head; Qiuyan, covered in a strong stench, struck the perverted pose she had rehearsed countless times in her mind, making an extremely vulgar announcement to this strange male employee. Although the male employee was also startled, he did not turn away, but instead, just as Qiuyan desired, revealed a contemptuous look and mocked her. “Pfft hahaha! Are you an idiot!” He’s taken the bait! Qiuyan’s wet tongue quickly tasted the insults in his words, and a strong joy instantly turned into an electric current running through her body. Maintaining her perverted pose, Qiu Yan excitedly responded, riding the wave of pleasure: "Yes! This idiot's stinky areola is here to serve you! Ooh-oh—!" "Hahahaha! You idiot, you really answered idiot! And what are you 'ooh-oh'ing about?!" Right, what did that upward shout at the end mean? Qiu Yan hadn't even thought about it. If she had to interpret it using her current feelings, then it would be... "This means the idiot's stinky areola is excited! Ooh-oh! Ooh-oh-oh—!" Qiu Yan swayed her upper body while saying vulgar words, her sweaty, sagging breasts swaying back and forth with the shouts , successfully amusing the male employees who were watching her make a fool of herself. "Hahaha! Hey, wait a minute! I'm recording this... Okay, one more time!" "Ugh... ugh! You idiot, smelly nipple cleaner! Cheng Qiuyan! Serving you, ugh ugh ugh ugh—!" What am I doing? Why am I making such a sacrifice just to please a strange man? Questions like these occasionally pop up when passion strikes, but they are quickly burned away by the raging fire of desire. When Qiuyan shakes her burning face and shakes off these inexplicable questions that have come to affect her, her once hazy consciousness returns to the men's restroom, which has started to see a steady stream of customers. Ever since the second male employee recorded Qiuyan's perverted video, employees have been visiting this men's restroom one after another. Every time a man enters the restroom, Qiuyan, squatting in front of the urinal, covered in sweat, poses in a perverted position with her face flushed, giving the man a feast for the eyes while hoping to be caressed by the man in front of her.

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