The perverted training of married woman Qiuyan (1)

The Perverted Training of Married Woman Qiu Yan (1)

Cheng Qiu Yan, 40 years old, 1.62 meters tall, 56 kilograms in weight, married, with two children. She
has a round, bulging belly like a teenage girl, and usually wears clothes that don't accentuate her abdomen. Because
of her good maintenance, even at this age, she still has a beautiful face that is called a witch; her smooth, waist-length
black hair, which is usually tied up, makes her features look neat and beautiful. Her breasts are an amazing
H-cup, but they must be supported by a magic bra to lift them up, otherwise they will immediately expose their wide and sagging
shape ; they have large Western-style areolas, about the size of an adult man's fist, and the nipples are about half
the size of a thumb, with a very dark brown color; when she is excited, these
brown nipples that have breastfed two children will swell to 1.5 times their original size, and their thick and long erotic posture is jokingly called rocket cannon
nipples.

"I, Cheng Qiuyan, am willing
to take the company!"

This statement marked the beginning of everything—social elites like Qiuyan, who had persevered into their mid-life
, were indispensable talents. A large part of the blame for her predicament lay with her direct supervisor.

Qiuyan's role was to represent the investment department in proposing various advantageous investment strategies to the company,
which would then be discussed by senior management to determine how to strengthen the current business strategy. If the company made money, she would share the profits;
if it lost money, she would take the blame on behalf of the vice president. Therefore, strictly speaking, this loss wasn't entirely her
fault, and no one wanted to let such valuable talent leave. The decision was that Qiu Yan would only be temporarily suspended without pay
, and during this period—

"You will still come to the company during this time, but in order for you to reflect on your mistakes, you must unconditionally obey
the orders of all supervisors."

"Yes! Of course!"

Knowing that her job was barely spared, Qiu Yan was secretly delighted. This was another simple punishment, which made
Qiu Yan, who had worked as a handyman in her youth, feel smug. She was sure she could easily get through this period and make a
comeback soon—with this confidence, Qiu Yan snapped her high heels together, straightened her proud figure, and
showed her determination to the supervisors with a firm gaze.

"Ms. Cheng, do you really understand what 'unconditional' means?"

"Yes! Whatever the company asks me to do, I will do it! To make up for my mistakes!"

Oh dear, this sentence really strengthened her determination to admit her mistakes and correct them! This must have earned her
a lot of points in everyone's eyes—Qiu Yan secretly observed the supervisors, but to her surprise, their expressions did not soften;
instead, some of them became ferocious. As Qiu Yan felt uneasy about this unexpected situation, the general manager
's voice, like that of a judge, rang out:

"Then, take off that suit now."

"Yes! I... what?"

"What's wrong? Didn't you promise to obey orders unconditionally?"

"Yes, I haven't forgotten. But... taking off my clothes is a bit..."

"Don't overthink it. We just want to see your resolve."

"My... resolve..."

Qiu Yan looked at the general manager's serious face, then glanced at the other managers' stern or ferocious expressions,
swallowed hard, frowned, and nodded:

"Okay, I understand..."

Since she had already agreed to unconditional obedience, there was naturally no reason to disobey orders. Besides, everyone just
wanted to see her resolve. If she couldn't even cross this small hurdle, what kind of social elite would she be!

While rationalizing the order and her obedience in her mind, Qiu Yan took off her office
suit. When the cool air from the air conditioner blew towards her super sexy breasts, which were being exposed to the company for the first time, she couldn't help but feel incredibly shy.
But there was no reaction inside. She had to continue until she had taken off the entire suit… Finally,
with a flushed face, Qiu Yan, wearing only a pair of black lace-trimmed underwear,
straightened her upper body and reported to the general manager as everyone's eyes were on her:

“Reporting to the general manager, I’m all undressed!”

“Wow… your areolas are truly remarkable…”

The men’s gazes focused on Qiu Yan’s oversized areolas, which even her bra couldn’t contain, and they began to whisper among themselves.
Qiu Yan felt very uncomfortable, but there was nothing she could do. Her areolas were just that exaggerated, and their color was intense. If her clothes
accidentally got wet or coffee on her chest, the shape of her areolas would easily show through.

“You’ve had two children, haven’t you? Did your children grow up eating this kind of thing?”

“Please… excuse me… what is the meaning of this question?”

“You, who are unconditionally obedient, have no right to ask. Just answer.”

That’s right. The rules were clearly stated from the beginning, and she had agreed to them. How could she
question him just because the question was unexpected? It was really wrong of her. Qiu Yan felt ashamed of her exposed body, and also
ashamed of her foolish behavior, no different from that of a recent graduate. She reinforced the rationality of her obedience,
answering the supervisor who had asked the question:

"Yes, the children are all breastfed."

"Oh! That's great! How old are they now?"

"The eldest is sixth grade, the youngest is fifth."

"So you had your first child when you were almost thirty. Good, capable women usually give birth around this stage!"

"Thank you."

"So…is it because of breastfeeding that your areolas have become so large?"

"Uh?"

"Or is it that your body naturally has large areolas?"

Qiu Yan sensed the malice in this topic, but she couldn't avoid it, and could only answer blushingly:

"Yes…my areolas were already large, and they became even larger after pregnancy…"

"Does your husband suckle often?"

"This…! This kind of question is too—"

—No, she absolutely couldn't protest; she would be seen as an ordinary, mediocre, replaceable
woman who had repeatedly lost control. Here, one must project an elite attitude, appearing completely composed!

Qiu Yan took a deep breath with a slight movement, ignoring the sweat sliding from her forehead to her right cheek, and
answered with her still flushed face:

"Yes, my husband often sucks my breasts..."

"Explain clearly, where are you sucking?"

"The areola...and the nipple."

"The nipple too! Let everyone see it too!"

"...Yes."

Don't hesitate, don't be afraid, don't doubt. To get back into that enviable high-paying job, exposing your body
is just a piece of cake... Grit your teeth and get through it!

Sweat streamed down her face, and Qiu Yan swallowed hard as she moved, trying to hide her wavering self
. When the oversized bra was undone, something seemed to
vanish from her mind with a snap.

Her once firm and bold breasts immediately sagged and
drooped under gravity the moment the black bra was removed; the curves that had once been full down to the shoulders flattened, and
the fat, which had been lifted by the bra and given the illusion of even distribution, was actually concentrated almost entirely at the front of her breasts. What everyone thought were firm breasts were just
aging, baggy boobs.

While some admired or mocked Qiu Yan's breasts, others couldn't help but notice her nipples. The general manager ordered her to slowly
turn around so that everyone present could get a good look. Qiu Yan blushed and obeyed.

"What shockingly large areolas! They're even bigger after taking off your bra!"

"Those nipples are huge too! Whether it's your child or your husband, it must be so satisfying to nurse from them!"

"The bumps around your nipples are so tempting! If I were your husband, I wouldn't miss a single one!"

Faced with everyone's comments, whether genuine or simply sexual harassment, Qiu Yan could only try to
maintain a serious expression. But her flush and sweat betrayed her. Excessive sweat, after flowing down her breasts, combined with
the cold air, gave her goosebumps, making her feel even more ashamed of being stared at; and this immense
shame, echoing the men's passionate gazes, stirred nerves that shouldn't have been touched, causing
her nipples to react physiologically—Qiu Yan's nipples became erect in front of everyone. Her large, thick, and
lewd nipples now stood proudly amidst the throngs of men.

"Miss Cheng, your nipples seem even bigger. Are you excited?"

"Yes...no, I mean, they really have gotten bigger...I'm not excited." "

Haha! It's okay to tell the truth! Your nipples like to be seen, don't they?"

"No..."

"Do you know how noticeable your nipples are when they're erect? Because of the areola, the
swelling is quite obvious."

"Yes...yes."

Of course she knew this detail; she could sense it from her husband's lecherous gaze every time they made love,
and she'd even measured it herself. Why bring it up?

"Now, please raise your arms."

"Yes."

Qiu Yan clenched her fists and lifted her arms as if lifting weights, her armpit hair, trimmed just two days ago, fully visible, but
less embarrassing than her breasts. She began to feel at ease and
mentally prepared for the escalating sexual harassment that followed.

"Your armpits are very clean, no black sweat stains. How often do you trim your armpit hair?"

"Once every one to two weeks."

"Does your husband like you having armpit hair? Or do you like having armpit hair yourself?"

"My husband... likes it. I also think it looks natural."

"So, when you have sex, does he especially smell or lick your armpits?"

"Uh...! Well... I guess so." "Be

more specific."

"Hmm... my husband smells my armpits, and sometimes he licks them."

"Do you like it?"

"I guess so..."

"More than feeling natural, do you tend to grow armpit hair because your husband is obsessed with your armpits?"

"I guess so..."

"So your armpit hair is to please men. You're such a pervert!"

"Ugh... y-yes..."

"Say it again."

"Huh?"

"I told you to say it again."

"Yes... I'm a pervert..."

"No, make it more complete."

Qiu Yan swallowed the excess saliva that had unconsciously accumulated, her face tense. Her tired hands lowered slightly, resting on
her hair, and she said, her face flushed, in this somewhat comical posture,

"I'm... a pervert who grows armpit hair to please men."

Sweating—was it her imagination or was she really sweating? She felt her armpits getting damp... Qiu Yan tried not to
think about it, but the lewdness of having sex with her husband was no less intense than the lewd gazes of the men around her. Both reality and
memories exposed her spirit to a powerful external lust.

Worst of all, this male desire for her body perfectly
matched the air of an elite she possessed. Whether she was struggling at the bottom or currently in a rising position, her abilities and appearance
always impressed men, and naturally, various fantasies were mixed in with the many envious glances.
In any case, this was an affirmation of her personal and social value, and she had learned to transcend and enjoy it all; now, naturally
, it was no exception.

The difference was that, in the past, she had always enjoyed the desires of men in a safe place, but now she
appeared almost naked in front of these men... They even saw her erect nipples and
sweaty armpits... Shame overwhelmed her rationality in multiple forms, and she was gradually becoming overwhelmed.

"Next, please take off your underwear too!"

Here it comes... the last private parts are about to be exposed!

Qiu Yan really didn't know why she was looking forward to this moment. Perhaps it was because the time spent showing her armpit hair had been too long, or
perhaps she just wanted to end this farce as soon as possible. In any case, she did not question the order and
took off in one go.

"Spread your legs a little wider, so everyone can see your genitals clearly!"

"...Yes." Qiu Yan slowly opened her tightly closed legs, and the cold air blew over her neat pubic hair and flowed into her groin, stimulating every inch of her skin

with everyone 's gaze.
Goosebumps rose again, but no one cared. What
they were concerned about was Qiu Yan's brown hair, which from afar looked like a foul-smelling mass, but upon closer inspection turned out to be almost pinkish-honey.
The thick, dark brown labia minora, hidden by flesh, weren't turned outwards but rolled deeply inwards.

"They're so wrinkled. Is it because of too much sex?"

"I think...it shouldn't be..."

"Do you open them every time you have sex? Does your husband or you do it yourself?"

"Not necessarily..."

"Could you open them for everyone?"

Qiu Yan nodded shyly, her hands sliding down her mons pubis to the outer labia minora. She used her two index fingers to simultaneously
pry open the rolled-up labia minora; pink and even peach-colored flesh peeked out from between the dark brown labia,
eliciting gasps of admiration from everyone.

This was a vagina that had given birth naturally to two children, but which had diligently practiced vaginal contractions postpartum. Even though her body
remembered the expansion sensation of her two babies' vaginal delivery, Qiu Yan still tried to make it closer to its former budding
state. Needless to say, this was for her sex life with her husband.

However, her efforts were still no match for the erosion of time and frequent sex. Over the years of marital intimacy,
she could only watch helplessly as her genitals grew rougher and darker, eventually becoming
the ugly thing she is now. Despite this, as long as her husband loved her like this, Qiu Yan felt there was nothing
to be conflicted about.

Until now.

The thought of simultaneously spreading her labia, exposing her clitoris, vagina, and urethra in front of a dozen men was
a humiliation Qiu Yan had never imagined. She secretly wished she had taken better care of herself back then; otherwise, she wouldn't be
showing other men her dark and ugly genitals now—the thought that she had actually tried to please men,
even men other than her husband, filled Qiu Yan with intense shame.

"The color of your genitals is so intense! Your sex drive must be very strong!"

"It's...it's okay."

"Is this the first time you've spread your legs for a man to see?"

"My husband has seen it too..."

"If your husband saw such a sexually charged genital, he probably would have just gone straight for it! Hahaha!"

"Hmm...hahaha..."

That's true...Qiu Yan spreads her legs for her husband mostly when she's about to penetrate him. Of course, there
are also times when she spreads her legs herself to tease her husband and entice him, who was trying to rest early, to pounce on her, but that
only .

So, what is she spreading her legs for now? Is it simply to obey the "unconditional obedience" command? Or
...is it also a seductive act made after repeatedly absorbing the fantasies of others about her? The more

Qiu Yan thinks about it, the more she feels she's becoming lewd, like the obscene thoughts running rampant in her mind when her husband is pinning her down on the bed and fucking her until she's dizzy
. But she's not that kind of woman. She knows very well the difference between fantasy and reality,
so she won't waver because of this.

"Oh, what a great expression! But you're a little tense! Relax, can't you see everyone is easily
admiring your body?"

"Yes...yes...ahaha..."

"You can let go now."

"Yes."

The once exposed vulva quietly closed, and a wet sensation emanated from the once-hot opening.
Qiu Yan awkwardly squeezed her legs together.

"Come and sign this contract, then you can put your clothes on."

"Yes...!"

Finally, it's over! Didn't she endure it? As expected of a social elite—Qiu Yan
carefully suppressed her overjoyed feelings, and walked naked and sweaty to the general manager, quickly reviewing the
document that was essentially "unconditional obedience." If she could endure it for a week, she could regain her original position.

Even though the nine words "unconditional obedience to the following persons" were full of too much room for interpretation, since everyone was a
civilized person and stood in the same position of social elite, they shouldn't make any excessive requests, right...?

Qiu Yan looked at the contract she had signed and sealed, then turned to look at the distorted faces around her
, swallowing nervously.

"Nice to meet you, 'Everyone's' Ms. Qiu Yan!"

Having

just finished dressing and left the meeting room, Qiu Yan had barely settled into the women's restroom for a smoke and a breather when her work phone
vibrated . A supervisor immediately summoned her to his office. She tossed her half-smoked cigarette into the
toilet, lightly wiped her still-flushed cheeks with a wet wipe at the sink, and then headed to her destination.

"Ms. Cheng, welcome, welcome!"

"Excuse me, Manager."

This middle-aged man, barely fifty but already with white hair, was always smiling and had no other reputation;
Qiu Yan's impression of him ended there. He suddenly leaned in to smell her, startling her.

"You reek of cigarettes!"

"Yes, I was just catching my breath..."

"It's alright! In that case... ah, please take off your clothes first! It's okay if you're still wearing underwear!"

"...I understand."

When signing the contract, Qiu Yan was already aware that she would be given the order to be naked, and she had even imagined some more lewd orders
. However, it hadn't come to that yet, so she obediently complied and first prepared her
response plan after undressing.

After taking off all but her underwear, Qiu Yan squatted down next to the supervisor's seat as instructed. The location was extremely secluded, and
it was difficult to see what was happening inside from the doorway. Next, it would probably involve physical matters... Qiu Yan had prepared
several bottom lines and excuses for this. She was confident that she could dissuade the man in front of her from masturbation and oral sex; as long as it didn't progress
to the point of intercourse, there would be no problem.

However, the supervisor did not take off his pants, but instead placed an ashtray on the carpet in front of her,
handed her a pack of cigarettes, and pointed to both of her nostrils.

"I had something else I wanted to ask you, but since you like smoking, just relax!"

"You mean... I should use my nostrils?"

"Smart woman! Your task is to finish it."

"I understand..."

Qiu Yan tore open the cigarette pack, pulled out two domestic cigarettes she'd never smoked before, inserted one into each nostril
, and then lit them with her lighter.

"Ugh...!"

The moment the spark ignited, the thick smoke directly assaulted her nasal mucosa, sending a pungent, burning sensation through her
. Qiu Yan let out a low moan of discomfort. The supervisor smiled at her troubled expression and
said to the beautiful woman, who was smoking through her nose for the first time in her life

, "Originally, I should have sealed your mouth shut, but this works quite well too."

"Yes...ah...yes."

Qiu Yan's nasal passages filled with pungent smoke, the acrid smell of which forced her
to breathe, respond, and exhale simultaneously.

"You know, in Europe and America, smoking is a very common SM technique."

"Yes...no, I didn't know...humph!"

"The proper way is to seal your mouth shut, preventing you from exhaling smoke, so that
the smoking . Also, to prevent you from escaping, your hands and feet must be bound. Do you know why I didn't tie you up?"

"I don't know...humph...humph...please...tell me?"

The supervisor smiled with satisfaction and patted Qiu Yan's head. She could see the man's erection. What
a pervert.

"Because you are a woman of elite status."

"Hiss—huff…yes, yes?"

Her pace faltered slightly. She had to answer before she could breathe. Qiu Yan endured the discomfort from her burning nasal passages,
correcting her behavior.

"An elite like you would definitely keep your promises, right?"

"Yes…yes! Huff…huff…!"

"So, I believe that even without forcing you, you will complete the task I assign you!"

"Yes…I will try my best…cough! Cough! Cough! I'm sorry…cough!"

"Haha! Don't rush, don't rush! It's only half a cigarette, take your time!" Only

half a cigarette…?

She had said so much, her nasal passages were burning like crazy, yet only half a cigarette's worth of time had passed?

Right, it was because she was breathing almost entirely through her mouth. While it was more comfortable that way,
the cigarette inside her nostrils burned much more slowly. If she thought it better to end the pain quickly than suffer for a long time, she had no choice but to obediently breathe through her nostrils and speed up
the burning of the tobacco.

Just as Qiu Yan made up her mind to switch to deep breathing through her nostrils, a flash of light accompanied by a crackling sound appeared.

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