Class beauty's sexual experiences

The story begins with Li Bianqi's high school years. Naturally beautiful since childhood, perhaps due to her habit of swimming, she always had the best figure in her class. Her slender waist, perky buttocks, and soft thighs were perfectly proportioned. Although she still looked like an innocent and naive girl with little understanding of sex, she already showed signs of having the physique and potential to become an ideal sex toy. In her second year of high school, after being deflowered by her first boyfriend in a dog-like manner, she experienced her first orgasm. This unprecedented excitement made her realize that her life before losing her virginity was just a meaningless existence, a walking corpse. Only after being nourished by a man's penis did her life become complete. At this time, she was unaware that she had embarked on a path of no return: becoming a sex toy for pleasing men.

After losing her virginity, her tastes became increasingly extreme. Whenever the scene involved a swimming pool, her tight-fitting swimsuit would often be eaten up by her ample, round buttocks. She had to pretend to be oblivious, like a little white rabbit who had stumbled into a wolf's den, enjoying the tense thrill of being ogled by strange men. Wasn't the purpose of a woman's existence to please men?

Besides, she was just a sex toy. Later, she gradually became obsessed with taking selfies, and while showering, she would casually take a seductive photo of her spread-eagle pussy and send it to her boyfriend. Of course, her young and vigorous boyfriend wasn't going to take it lying down. Naturally, the next day when they met, he grabbed her and gave her a good, hard fucking. It was a truly gruesome sight. Perhaps this was the result she wanted. She was left limp on the bed, secretly pleased with herself, thinking, "Plan succeeded!"

And so, her entire second year of high school ended with her being fucked every three days. Meanwhile, her then-boyfriend's genitals, having been relentlessly ravaged by the toilet's demands throughout the year, were beginning to falter. The toilet, its appetite already bloated, knew that the three-day cycle couldn't satisfy its insatiable, greedy cunt. Another voice began to whisper within it: "I want it every day, I want to be fucked every day. If I can't be fucked, what else can I do?" The toilet was no longer the naive virgin it had been a year ago; it had come to a profound understanding of its purpose as a woman, liberating its truest desires and following its feelings. Now that it knew what it wanted, and since something was broken and couldn't be fixed, it should be thrown away!

And so, her first love was ultimately rejected. In this world where sexual ability determines everything, she and her toilet parted ways. At this point, how could the little slut endure days without a penis to grace her? She was quickly taken in by a big-dicked guy from the sports class at her school. Her insatiable, greedy cunt met a young, vigorous, and highly capable high school sports student. Everyone knew what the outcome would be. The long-awaited days of being fucked every day finally arrived. In her senior year of high school, her body began to undergo tremendous changes. Her once immature girl body, through continuous exercise and careful maintenance of her cunt for men's use, had yielded results. Perhaps because of frequent sex, she gradually transformed into the shape of a woman, a sex toy.

That year, on her birthday, her boyfriend gave her a toilet as a big gift, along with the caption: "This makes it easier for me to fuck you." So he took her for a full-body laser hair removal and whitening treatment. After the treatment, she was truly beautiful. With the pubic hair gone, her pink and tight little hole was completely exposed, without a single bit of excess flesh. If a perfect score was 10, then what she saw was a perfect 100. As a sex toy, you do whatever your master wants; there's no room for refusal. The duty of a sex toy is to constantly strive to become more useful, to transform into the shape your master likes, for his use—that's your duty. After this transformation, her boyfriend praised the little slut, saying she had been upgraded from girlfriend to masturbation sleeve, just a tool to make men feel good. A normal woman might feel disrespected and angry if described like that, but surprisingly, the toilet, upon hearing this, couldn't refute it. Not only was she not angry, but she also felt it was a compliment and encouragement. That's right, as a woman, besides being fucked, she probably has no other use. From then on, her boyfriend made a boast that he would play with and fuck her to pieces before graduation.

In the days that followed, their genitals were intertwined every day after class, leading a relationship of near-distance. Being fucked daily was the bare minimum; deep throat, oral sex, and facials were commonplace. Even a single drop of semen that escaped was scraped off and consumed cleanly. Yes, as a dutiful sex toy, nothing could be taken lightly, lest she displease her master and be unable to continue being fucked… The toy thought: After all, besides being used as a sex toy by men, it seems I haven't accomplished anything else; I can only do what I'm best at. As the saying goes, where you spend your time, you'll achieve your goals. Perhaps because she was constantly being rubbed, sucked, and drained of semen, the toilet's breasts grew from a B-cup to a C-cup. By this time, the toilet was nearly perfect, and her little head kept thinking,

"What else can I do for my master?"

Until her boyfriend's birthday that year, this time the little slut gave her boyfriend a big gift: she took a pre-prepared contraceptive pill, providing him with a channel for her to ejaculate wildly inside her. What happened that day can be summed up in one sentence: "I was used as a human semen pot, a walking semen toilet." Further description would be superfluous. Any woman who has tasted the feeling of being ejaculated inside can't say she doesn't like it. Condoms are truly the second most inappropriate invention of mankind after nuclear weapons. After the baptism of ejaculation inside her, the toilet could never go back to its former state. From then on, she probably used condoms only a handful of times during sex!

Happy times always pass too quickly. The kapok flowers bloom, and so does the time for high school graduation. All good things must come to an end. My boyfriend's declaration that he'd fuck my greedy little hole raw before graduation still rings in my ears. But before I could even achieve that goal, he's going to study in another city and can't keep his promise. Even though I'm reluctant, we have to say goodbye. But this isn't a final farewell. I've even made a pinky promise with my boyfriend's penis, agreeing to come back and use his semen again sometime! Once a toilet, always a semen toilet. Goodbye! My best boyfriend and master! Will this be the last boyfriend in my life? If having a boyfriend is just for sex, then why bind your hole if you can have sex without dating? A woman's duty is to be fucked by a man, and I'm no exception. The end isn't here yet. I'll walk this path of the toilet, even if I have to crawl.

After entering university and becoming single again, I removed the chastity belt that served as my boyfriend. I no longer wanted to, nor did I need to, hide my figure. I blatantly plundered men's gazes, enjoying the thrill of being spied on. Of course, being fantasized about wasn't enough; how could I do without a penis? With a beautiful body and the posture of a professional sex toy, a good sex toy recognizes its owner. I quickly found more than one user. Of course, I haven't seen condoms since starting university. Using condoms on a sex toy is a disgrace. The school's clubhouse, the disabled toilet, and the school roof all bear the marks of this battle. Starting in my sophomore year, in order to further refine myself and become an even better sex toy, I also began weight training and yoga practice, achieving a more perfect physique and posture. What should it be like to serve a sex partner? His posture—upper body flat on the ground, buttocks arched high against the French windows—was like a work of art, an installation art piece. He seemed alive, yet he was a flesh toilet, a semen latrine, devoid of emotion or thought. He was simply there, waiting for passersby to use him, without feeling, to use him and leave. No cleaning was needed; only violent treatment. Each thrust was pushed to the very bottom, until the flesh was rotten. Because that's how a flesh toilet is meant to be used. If it's ruined like that, it can't be considered a proper flesh toilet. A person born to be a flesh toilet, born to be abused and ravaged, isn't that right?

His mouth's main purpose was also to hold the penis and semen. Using his mouth as a vagina was perfectly normal, because this flesh toilet could do nothing but be fucked. He was pitiful, and didn't deserve any sympathy.

Although she was just a lowly tool for sexual release, in the end, one man and one penis were no longer enough to satisfy her. Being played with by two men at the same time made her feel like a sex toy, so cheap and horny. In the first threesome, two penises took turns fucking and ejaculating, ejaculating and fucking again, ejaculating eight times in a row. The semen mixed with vaginal fluid was fucked into a white semen. The second threesome can be regarded as a sex carnival in the fifth year since I lost my virginity at 17!

From 10 AM to 6 PM, a full eight hours of penetration, the master specially prepared twelve shots of scalding hot semen to reward the human ejaculation vessel. It was filled to the brim, and the results of her yoga and weight training were immediately apparent: her vagina tightly closed, locking in the semen. All twelve precious shots of semen were stored deep within her uterus. The uterus, as the name suggests, is the palace for storing sperm; even the toilet itself knows the purpose of the uterus! Even while the penis rested, the vagina wasn't idle, continuously serviced with a vibrating massager. This time, she was truly fucked senseless, her human ejaculation vessel completely ruined. She was unable to think, her mind blank, unconscious, and limp on the bed... Isn't this what a sex toy should be like?

"What? You're asking how many orgasms I just had? Having been gang-raped countless times, I'm limp on the bed, completely at their mercy. I think the number of orgasms doesn't matter anymore! Just like no one counts how many times they blink today." From the age of 17, when my boyfriend took my virginity, until now, five years have passed since I was repeatedly violated. Even now, I still live a decadent life of indulging my desires. As for being a sex toy, when not in use, it's all preparation for being fucked better. The maintenance of my private parts and physical training are all for this. If I can't be fucked, all of this is meaningless. Besides going to school, eating, and exercising, I can't go anywhere. I can only obediently hand over the key to my master, quietly waiting at home for him to come and use me. He can come in and fuck me directly until the day my hole is fucked raw, when I'm useless and might be thrown away! But I think this is the best ending for a sex toy.

[The End]

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