female bank employee

I'm a 24-year-old female bank employee with a very good boyfriend, and we're planning to get engaged.
However, because I come from a conservative family, our relationship has only progressed to kissing.
One day, my boyfriend said my birthday was coming up and he wanted to give me a birthday present, but he didn't know what to get me.
I thought about it and realized I have a good figure and pretty features, but I've never documented them. I figure they might change after I get married and have children, so I wanted to preserve those beautiful memories.
So I told my boyfriend I wanted to have a professional photoshoot, and he thought it was a good idea, so we went to a photography studio. When
we arrived, a professional photographer was available and could take my picture, so we hired him.
The photographer was in his thirties, had long hair, and looked quite professional. The three of us went to the basement, and the photoshoot began.
It was just my boyfriend, the photographer, and me on set, so the shoot was incredibly relaxed. After a while, the photographer said I looked good and suggested we take some more revealing shots to truly capture my perfect figure. I discussed it with my boyfriend, and he agreed, saying it was fine since he was there. So I took off my top, leaving only my underwear. It was my first time undressing in front of strangers, and I felt a tingling sensation all over my body.
After a while, the photographer gestured for me to take off my skirt. I glanced at my boyfriend, and he nodded, so I took off my skirt too, leaving only my underwear. It
was the first time I'd ever been so scantily clad and exposed between two men, and I felt a little embarrassed, but also a thrilling and tingling sensation inside – a feeling I'd never experienced before.
The flash went off a few times, and the photographer said that beautiful women should showcase their figures perfectly, so he told me to take off my underwear.
I asked my boyfriend, and he said that since it was a birthday present, it was up to me to decide.
I think he was eager to see it himself, since he'd never seen it before. And since I wanted to capture the perfect moment, why not go all the way? There might not be another chance. Besides, there weren't any other people around. So I slowly took off my bra, revealing my 34C breasts.
The photographer froze for a moment, then kept snapping photos. My boyfriend looked quite surprised.
At that moment, a huge change was happening inside me. Waves of tingling sensations washed over me, my heart raced, and my whole body heated up, giving me an unprecedented pleasure. Perhaps this was my true nature.
The photographer, impressed, gestured for me to take off my last piece of clothing, my underwear.
Oh my god! Was I completely naked?
Being naked in front of two men was something I'd never done before. I guess I was already a little excited, and I had a desire to be seen by men, so I took off my underwear, my whole body exposed to my boyfriend.
The thick pubic hair made his expression even more surprised, but the more surprised he was, the more excited I became. This was the real me.
At this moment, I could feel my vagina getting wet. My brain was so stimulated that I was losing my senses. Desire made me bolder, and my behavior was becoming somewhat out of control.
After posing in many positions, the photographer asked if I was a virgin. I nodded, and he said that after I had sex, my vulva would become darker and larger, which would be terrifying. Therefore, he wanted to leave a perfect record of my vulva!
While praising him, the photographer asked if I wanted even bolder, more stunning shots. I took off my last piece of clothing, my underwear!
I felt my vagina was even wetter than before, my whole body was burning, and the pleasure and stimulation continued to overwhelm me. My inner desire made it impossible for me to refuse, because I didn't want this unprecedented pleasure to end so quickly. Lust was gradually overwhelming my reason.
I nodded, and the photographer brought out a spring mattress from the basement storage room. My boyfriend asked, "Is it okay now?" I said, "Just one more shot, then we can finish. Please wait a little longer."
His eyes were fixed on my naked body, praising my figure and saying he wanted to marry me as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly, even my naive and shy boyfriend couldn't resist. I said, "You'll see something even better in a bit." The trampoline was already in place. I told my boyfriend to step back a little so he wouldn't block the photographer's view, and he did.
The photographer told me to lie on the bed and spread my legs. I slowly complied. I never imagined I'd do something so daring; I realized how wanton I was.
I closed my eyes, spread my legs, and touched my labia. I was a creature in heat; lust and carnal desire made it impossible for me to control myself. I stopped looking at my boyfriend's expression and ignored his feelings. I wanted to enjoy the tingling pleasure. I automatically parted my labia majora so the photographer could clearly capture my private parts.
After a while, I parted my labia minora and raised my legs high. It was a very shameful pose, but I couldn't control myself.
At that moment, I only wanted to capture my true self, so I asked the photographer to provide various extremely sexy and provocative lingerie. I put them on one by one, and under the camera, I posed even more boldly, striking various seductive poses, just to capture my most sensual side.
I caressed my breasts, my vulva wide open for the photographers to take pictures. My expression must have been incredibly lewd. My vagina was soaking wet, and it felt extremely itchy inside. My labia majora and minora were swollen and engorged with blood from excitement. I really wanted something to fill my vagina.
The photographer could tell I was overly excited and probably wanted it, so he asked if I wanted to find another man to "assist in the shoot."
I nodded with my eyes closed, and he pressed the walkie-talkie to call someone down. He told my boyfriend that from now on, I belonged only to him, and I might never be able to be intimate with another man again in my life. So, I wanted to take this opportunity to caress and record this with another man today, so I wouldn't have any regrets later.
The photographer assured my boyfriend that it was just posing and there would be no inappropriate behavior.
My boyfriend wanted him to be there, and he wanted to make sure I was satisfied with my birthday present, so he reluctantly agreed to the photographer's suggestion, despite his displeasure.
My boyfriend is too naive and honest. I was extremely aroused and in a very dangerous situation; I was sure I would be raped. But he only thought that I used to be reserved and would have some restraint. He was wrong. I had completely lost control and was at their mercy.
Two men, around 40 years old, appeared.
They walked to the edge of the bed and took off their clothes. Their penises were very long, with prominent glans. They told me to suck their penises one by one, but I was too scared. So they grabbed my head and forced their penises into my mouth. The feeling was amazing!
They told me to move my mouth, and I could only do as they said, unable to resist. I silently moved my mouth to suck their penises.
At this point, my boyfriend couldn't bear it any longer and went to sit down in the chair behind me. He couldn't stand it anymore. I gradually got used to the action of oral sex. They told me to lick their glans. The photographer captured this scene, constantly pressing the shutter.
After a few minutes, their penises were hard, and they pulled them out and began to attack me.
They kissed my lips gently and slipped their tongues into my mouth. My tongue involuntarily intertwined with theirs as the photographer continued to take pictures.
A moment later, they began to caress my breasts. It felt like my cells were exploding; my body was completely melting. They started sucking on my breasts, the intense sensations rushing to my mind. When they gently bit my nipples, I completely surrendered. Except for my boyfriend's attempts to stop me, I couldn't cease my actions.
My vagina was itchy, and the desire was growing stronger.
The male protagonists finally reached my labia. They licked my labia and my erect breasts. My pink nipples were hard, and my vagina was overflowing with fluid, soaking wet beyond measure.
The photographer kept pressing the shutter. I knew what was going to happen next, but I was powerless to stop it.
I kept waiting for my boyfriend to stop, but he was sitting at the back of the basement, his view blocked by the photographer and the male actors. He had no idea what was happening; he was probably just looking down, waiting for the shoot to end.
Next, the male actors spread my legs apart. They touched my labia with their hands and inserted their fingers into my vagina, thrusting them in and out. Once they were sure I was wet, they were going to have sex with me.
They praised the shape and color of my vulva, and one of them rubbed his glans against my labia.
The photographer told the male actors, "This woman is still a virgin. Don't go in. Just make the movements outside the opening so I can take pictures." The male actors were well-behaved at first, but soon they pushed their glans into my vagina, but their penises were still outside.
My vagina felt like it was tearing, but it aroused me greatly. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure of my vagina being expanded by hard objects, but I kept waiting for my boyfriend to stop.
The photographer said, "Okay, that's enough." But the male actor didn't want to stop and continued to thrust.
My vagina was being constantly expanded by one of the male protagonists' penises. I felt a little pain, but also a little pleasure. My hymen was about to be broken by him, and I was about to lose my virginity under these circumstances, but my boyfriend still hadn't appeared. I couldn't help but make some sounds; I couldn't distinguish between pain and pleasure anymore.
Because my vagina was already soaked, the male protagonist's penis slid into my vagina smoothly. My vagina was already filled with his penis. This extremely intense pleasure was something I had been looking forward to for a long time. I was truly a lustful woman.
His thrusting technique was excellent, as if he had been trained.
At first, he would pull out an inch or two and then insert it again. Later, he would pull out more and more, and finally, with each pull out, he would pull his penis all the way to the entrance of my vagina, and then plunge it in, thrusting it all the way into the depths of my vagina.
I kept moaning, "Oh! Oh!" My vaginal fluid gushed out from an unseen place like a hot spring, soaking both of our genitals and the carpet under her buttocks.
The male lead thrust even harder, increasing the speed of his strokes. His thick penis moved rapidly in and out of my vagina, churning the fluids with a squelching sound.
He reached his final climax, and with a violent spasm, he embraced my body tightly, letting out a moan. Then his head slumped down, pressing against my face.
His hips trembled and convulsed, pouring copious amounts of semen into my vagina.
His penis gradually softened and finally withdrew.
The photographer captured every moment; I remained lying on my back, a happy and satisfied smile on my beautiful face.
A small waterfall of semen overflowed from my vagina, flowing down my anus and onto the carpet.
This erotic scene made the photographer's blood boil.
Another male lead joined in, inserting his thick, hard penis and continuing to thrust.
By this time, both my vaginas were already very wet from the lubrication of the previous male protagonist's semen, and the other male protagonist thrust into me without any difficulty.
This made me feel both incredibly full and incredibly empty at times, a unique sensation.
Soon after, the other male protagonist also ejaculated inside me.
I covered my vulva, letting the semen that filled my vagina overflow and flow down my thighs to the floor.
My boyfriend heard my screams and saw the male protagonist's hips writhing in the distance; only then did he realize something was wrong and rushed over.
But it was too late. My boyfriend watched helplessly as I was raped by a short, fat man in his forties until my vagina was overflowing with semen.
He screamed.
The photographer apologized to my boyfriend and quickly took the male protagonist away.
Now, only my furious boyfriend and I remained in the basement. He kept shaking me, and his actions gradually brought me back to my senses. I finally regained my senses, but the situation was already dire.
My boyfriend told me to get dressed and then took me away. We met the photographer on the first floor. My boyfriend told him to call him when the negatives were developed and not to handle them through anyone else.
Later, we got into the car. He didn't say a word in the car and drove me home very quickly. After I got out, he drove away without a sound.
Back home, I cried. Why did my birthday present turn out like this?
I was filled with regret. I kept calling my boyfriend, hoping he would forgive me, but he didn't answer.
It's over, my boyfriend is really angry. Will I lose him because of this? I kept asking myself this.
Then, a series of unexpected things happened. These things completely destroyed my happy life and sealed my fate for a miserable life.
Since what happened at the photo studio, my boyfriend has ignored me. I called him, but he wouldn't answer. I was heartbroken and afraid of losing him.
Three days later, he finally contacted me and said he wanted to meet. I quickly agreed. He was finally talking to me again.
The next day, we met, but his face was still somber; it was clear my boyfriend wasn't willing to forgive me.
He showed me all the photos and said the photographer had sincerely apologized and signed a guarantee stating the photos would never be leaked and he would take legal responsibility if they were. He told me not to worry.
I asked him, "Can we get back together?" He didn't answer, only saying not to contact me for now, and that he would come back to me when he forgot.
As he left, I hugged him and tried to kiss him to prove I still loved him deeply, but he turned away and left.
I was a little disappointed, but not hopeless, believing he would forgive me someday.
I went home and burned the photos and negatives, then just waited for him to come back.
Two weeks later, while I was working at the bank, I suddenly received a call from my boyfriend. I was overjoyed; we could finally be together.
But his tone was hurried, and I sensed something was wrong.
He said he had been kidnapped. After pressing him for details, I learned that the incident had happened the day he gave me the photos.
When he got home, he was still very agitated and drove faster and faster. He accidentally hit a mother and child on a motorcycle; they both had fractures and seemed seriously injured. The police said they could settle privately and avoid court, but the family demanded 2 million yuan in compensation, otherwise they would go to court.
My boyfriend thought going to court was too troublesome and might even lead to a worse judgment, so he agreed to pay 2 million yuan.
The family gave him two days to produce it, or they would see him in court. My boyfriend didn't have that much money immediately, so he turned to underground money lenders for help and then borrowed from friends and relatives to repay the debt. However, raising the money was not easy. After more than ten days, he had repaid 3 million yuan, but the underground money lenders said he still owed 600,000 yuan. My boyfriend had borrowed all he could and couldn't repay anymore, so he was kidnapped. He only contacted me under duress.
I never imagined my boyfriend would end up like this because of me; I should take responsibility.
At that moment, an unfamiliar voice on the other end of the phone told me to raise 600,000 yuan that day and wait for further notice. They said they would release the people once they received the money and wouldn't cause us any trouble. Then the call ended.
I urgently borrowed money from colleagues and friends, and finally managed to raise 600,000 yuan before 3:30 PM. Now I just had to wait for a call.
I waited until after 11 PM when the phone rang. They instructed me to wait at a pawnshop, only one person could come, and they would release me as long as the money was paid, to avoid any complications. I thought they were straightforward and there shouldn't be any problems, so I went to the pawnshop as instructed.
I rang the doorbell, they opened the door and told me to come up to the second floor. Upstairs, I saw several men and my boyfriend, who was tied up.
I felt sorry for him, seeing how badly he had been beaten. I gave them the money and prepared to take my boyfriend away, but one of the men stopped me. He said he was still short 100,000.
"How could that be? It's clearly 600,000, it shouldn't be less," I said.
He pointed to the clock and said, "It's past midnight now, another day has passed, and the interest for this day is 100,000." I said, "Okay, let us go first, and I'll give you the 100,000 at 9 AM." They laughed and said, "We finally managed to catch you, and you want to leave before paying back the money? We might have to catch you again another day, too much trouble. Let's settle this now, or you're not leaving!" Oh no! I had no money left, and my account was empty. I couldn't pay it back now. I said, "It's only 100,000. I'll definitely pay it back by nine o'clock. I won't renege." They said, "We've heard that too many times! Everyone says the same thing." I said, "What else do you want?" They said, "It's simple. Take out 100,000 in cash, or leave your boyfriend's hand, or..." They looked me up and down and gave me a wicked smile, saying, "Use you to pay off the 100,000." Oh no, what should I do?
My boyfriend told me to leave quickly and not to worry about him. But I've ruined him like this; how can I bear to abandon him?
While I was still hesitating, one of them had already approached my boyfriend with a samurai sword, ready to strike him.
I yelled, "Wait!" Then, helplessly, I said, "Fine! I'll pay off the 100,000!" After saying that, I felt a little regretful, but the one who tied the knot must untie it. This whole thing started because of me, and I should be strong and resolve it.
The four men directed me to the bed. I told my boyfriend that I loved him, and then I lowered my head and went over to them.
My boyfriend looked extremely sad, and his whole body went limp.
I angrily accused these thugs of breaking their promise. The gang leader said he didn't want to make things difficult for us, but he changed his mind when he saw me. He blamed it on my good looks.
Tears streamed down my face. Fate was truly cruel. I was about to be gang-raped again in front of my boyfriend.
They wanted me to wear provocative clothes to a hotel that night, and they wouldn't let my boyfriend go until they satisfied them. I had no choice!
My boyfriend was in this mess because of me, and I could only try my best to save him.
I wore a black, tight-fitting, super-short dress that I had never worn before, a black open-front bra, black suspenders, black sheer stockings, and black lace-up high heels.
I could hardly believe my eyes at how sexy I looked, but I knew very well that I couldn't save my boyfriend without satisfying them like this.
Walking down the street, even passersby stared at me lustfully, some even whistling. I felt both proud and aching inside, and I quickened my pace.
Upon arriving at the designated hotel, a group of eager men and the gang leader were there.
On a large bed, I first removed my black, tight-fitting mini-dress and black open-front bra, leaving me only in black lace garter belts and black sheer stockings, my upper body bare, still wearing my black strappy high heels.
Two men knelt beside me, each sharing one of my proud, full breasts. The men used their thick tongues to tease my pink nipples, their hands stroking my abdomen and cleavage; the contrast between my fair skin and their dark, rough hands was striking.
The gang leader knelt between my legs, hoisting them onto his shoulders, rubbing his face almost entirely against my vulva. My vulva was bright red, with white, lustful fluid constantly flowing out, dripping onto the gang leader's nose, lips, and forehead. The gang leader's hands slowly caressed my beautiful legs clad in sheer black stockings, feeling the smoothness of the stockings and the fleshy texture of my legs.
My lower body involuntarily writhed in sync with the gang leader, emitting seductive moans.
"Mmm..." My mouth was tightly sealed by the man, leaving only muffled sounds.
One of them patted the gang leader's back and said, "Boss, it's our turn to have a couple of drinks, isn't it?" The other man said nothing, but grabbed one of my legs from the gang leader's shoulder and began licking it. The man who had spoken saw that his companion was already on top, and the gang leader was busy sucking my labia and didn't have time to answer him, so he also grabbed my other leg and began licking it. The two of them started licking from the lace trim of the stockings that reached just to my thighs all the way down to my ankles. Then, without prior arrangement, they both took off my black high heels and kissed the soles of my feet with their tongues, their saliva glistening on the black stockings.
After the two men spread my legs, the thug leader, now free, slowly inserted his right index finger into my already soaking wet vagina, moving it in and out. His left middle finger traced a path down to my anus, while his lips tightly held my erect clitoris, circling the tip with his tongue.
In this way, all my erogenous zones were simultaneously occupied, and the six strong men surrounding me felt incredibly crowded.
I was almost driven mad by the stimulation, shaking my head violently, my mouth breaking free from the men, gasping for breath. Men's saliva dripped from my red lips, and I groaned, almost screaming, "Ah, no, you... stop... it's so itchy, I'm going to die, quick... ah..." My whole body writhed uncontrollably, as if trying to escape these beasts.
But the more I moved, the more intense the men's tongues, teeth, lips, and fingers became. Under this unprecedentedly intense stimulation, I quickly reached orgasm.
I screamed, my legs clamping together rhythmically, wave after wave of vaginal fluid gushing from my secret place. The gang leader opened his mouth wide and drank it all in like yogurt, making gurgling sounds. The others, perhaps a little tired, stopped what they were doing and laid me flat on the bed. My chest heaved violently, I lay sprawled in the center of the bed, eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure of my orgasm.
Perhaps my vaginal fluid was a bit viscous, because the gang leader got off the bed and drank some water. I saw his face was wet, and his large, erect penis was bulging through his underwear.
For some reason, I felt a sudden urge to be gang-raped by these men, and questions even popped into my mind, like why the gang leader always liked to give me oral sex.
The scene inside was completely different. All the men were wearing only their underwear. One man was leaning against the headboard, and I was kneeling beneath his abdomen, my garter belt pulled off and tossed to the floor. I was wearing only stockings and gently licking the bulge in his underwear with my small, red tongue. It was already noticeably wet. My hands involuntarily pulled his underwear down.
Another man lay beneath me, tilting his head back and savoring my plump vulva, his hands kneading my shapely buttocks. The other four men stood by, admiring me and praising my nimble tongue, emitting lewd laughter.
"Oh... Oh..." the man sitting on the headboard groaned. I took his glans into my mouth and skillfully licked his engorged penis up and down with my tongue. The shaft was a full 18 centimeters long. My cheeks bulged as I tried to swallow it all, my tongue occasionally scraping the coronal sulcus. Saliva mixed with the clear fluid seeping from the glans, creating a lewd glow.
I gripped the base of his penis with one hand, and gently rubbed his scrotum and testicles with the other.
The man beneath me pressed my genitals tightly against his mouth, his tongue frantically moving in and out of my vagina. My buttocks twisted wildly, my legs clamped around his head repeatedly, and my vagina began to flow with lustful fluids again. My mouth occasionally released his penis, and I moaned, "Oh... Oh..."
The men watching were clearly getting impatient. They rubbed their hands together and moved closer. One of the burly men rushed forward, lifted me up by the waist, and laid me flat on the edge of the bed, letting my head hang off the edge. He then pulled down his underwear, forced his thick, long, shiny black penis through my red lips and teeth, and began to thrust wildly.
Perhaps he was going in too deep, because my legs were raised high and I was flailing about, my hands trying to push the burly man away. He adjusted the depth, and I calmed down, my red lips swallowing the black penis.
Two men grabbed my legs and began to lick them through my stockings, while two other men took my hands and guided them to their penises. I obediently used my small hands to stroke these two large penises. Finally, the gang leader pounced on me and vigorously kneaded my alabaster breasts.
My desire was aroused; fine beads of sweat appeared on my forehead, breasts, and lower abdomen. My long, beautiful legs stretched out forcefully. I felt that one penis in my mouth wasn't enough, so I pulled the two penises in my hands towards my mouth with all my might.
The owner of these two penises seemed unwilling to share my mouth with three large cocks, so he removed my hands, held his own penis, and circled the head of his penis against my ears, nostrils, and cheeks, smearing the secretions on my face.
The burly man who was ravaging my mouth obviously couldn't stand my nimble tongue anymore. After thrusting hard for a while, he held my head tightly, rolled his eyes, and ejaculated all his semen into my mouth. Perhaps it was too much, because I pushed him away, sat up, and coughed, a smear of pale yellow semen on my lips.
After my coughing stopped, the two men licking my legs took off my stockings, lifted my legs, and turned me upside down on the bed. My mouth was now just big enough to suck on one of their penises. Of course, she didn't let him go either; before she could even wipe the semen from her lips, she took another bite.
The men on top spread my legs apart, one licking my labia and the other licking my anus.
After licking me for a few minutes, my vulva started secreting copious amounts of vaginal fluid, and my anus was completely wet. I spat out the penis from my mouth and moaned, "Hurry... fuck me... stop licking... hurry up... I can't take it anymore... I want the Great Southern Kingdom... the Great Southern Kingdom..." The men obediently put me down. The gang leader crawled under me, shoving his already engorged penis into my vagina and thrusting it all the way in. I screamed and lifted my upper body. Before the scream had even stopped, another man aimed at my untouched anus from behind and thrust in all the way in as well. This time, my scream seemed to reach 100 decibels.
Another man, seemingly not wanting my screams to be heard by everyone in the building, grabbed my head and stuffed his penis into my mouth.
The three men showed no mercy; instead, they seemed to be competing to see who could thrust the hardest. It was the first time I had been raped by three men simultaneously. My hands gripped the sheets tightly, and I made "mmm" sounds through my nose.
The remaining two men, seeing my breasts swaying in the air with the rhythm of the thrusting, were itching to get their hands on them and each grabbed one, kneading them. The burly man who had ejaculated in my mouth earlier laughed heartily beside them.
The three men's coordination grew increasingly seamless, their strength and frequency perfectly synchronized, even their cries were identical: "Wow... so good... this cunt... so fucking tight... oh... I'll fuck you to death, you little slut..." I slowly moved from the abyss of pain into a paradise of bliss, seemingly getting used to having all my holes being penetrated simultaneously. My face was filled with an expression of ecstasy, though I would slightly furrow my brow when my breasts were rubbed too hard.
As the penises in my three holes continued to thrust in and out, vaginal fluids and saliva flowed out, my breasts were rubbed until they were red, and my whole body was drenched in sweat. After being fucked like this for more than ten minutes, the first to ejaculate was the man who had penetrated my anus. He groaned deeply, his penis throbbing inside my anus. Next came the man who had been fucking my mouth. He, too, closed his eyes and groaned as he ejaculated his thick semen into my throat.
After the two men withdrew their limp penises from my body, the two men who had been playing with my breasts filled their positions with their own erections.
Not long after, the gang leader, with the intense contractions of my vagina, also ejaculated his hot semen into my vagina. The burly man who had been resting earlier stepped forward, pushed the gang leader aside, and thrust his enormous penis hard into my vagina.
Because the semen from the gang leader and the other two men had thoroughly lubricated my orifices, the three men who had taken over easily performed piston-like movements. My vagina and anus simultaneously accommodated two penises that made me feel ashamed. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was covered in sweat. She wanted to groan loudly, but her mouth was filled with a dark penis.
All I could do was secrete all the saliva, vaginal fluid, and vaginal fluid from my body, and contract all the occupied orifices, tightly gripping the glans of these men.
But after they forcefully ejaculated deep into my body, the next wave of men's frenzied thrusting awaited her.
Under the relentless rape of these six strong men, I was no longer able to experience any pleasure. I could only half-open my dazed eyes, letting their penises repeatedly thrust in and out of my mouth, vagina, and anus like a revolving lantern, leaving behind thick or thin semen.
At this moment, I was simply a female beast with only sex in my eyes, constantly reaching orgasm after orgasm.
Finally, after the last man ejaculated the last bit of semen into my uterus, I collapsed limply onto the messy bed. My mouth was numb, my vagina was swollen and painful, the muscles in my anus felt like they had been torn apart, and white semen flowed from the three holes in my body. I lay on the bed as if in a coma.
After a while, the thug leader carried me, limp as a lamb, into the bathroom. After I showered, he helped me get dressed and led me out of the room.
The thug leader then pointed at my boyfriend, saying that since he hadn't participated, it was a breach of hospitality. Therefore, he demanded that his back serve as a bed, and that I, wearing extremely sexy lingerie and stockings, lie naked on his back while he thrust his penis into me again.
My boyfriend and I, under their tyranny, had no choice but to comply. My boyfriend lay on the floor, hands supporting him, with me on his back. I was being violated on his back—how humiliating!
But what was even more humiliating was that my own fluids had soaked the clothes on my boyfriend's back. Being so close to him while someone else's penis was inside me.
This humiliation only excited me more; my lust was running wild and difficult to calm.
Soon, I reached another climax, and the thug leader ejaculated. It was all over. All I could see were my garter belt and black stockings hanging from my lower body, and a white, sticky discharge from my mons pubis. The moment I stepped onto the ground, the semen that had accumulated in my vagina liquefied into a thin, rice-water-like liquid, trickling down my thighs. I quickly grabbed two tissues from the dressing table and dabbed at my opening, instantly soaking it!
After satisfying their lust, they released my boyfriend and me. He reluctantly carried me away.
I clung to him tightly, still lost in the intense pleasure of the moment. After walking for a while, I seemed to regain my senses. Finally, my boyfriend spoke, saying, "Thank you for your hard work." I was speechless.
He continued, "Perhaps we're not meant to be." I thought to myself, that's true. I've been raped by many men, but my boyfriend could only watch from the sidelines. Our fate was truly over; reconciliation was impossible.
After he took me home, he told me that he probably wouldn't come looking for me again. I could only silently nod in acceptance, after all, I was a deeply sinful woman, truly unforgivable.
Although others pursued me afterward, he was still the one I could never forget.

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