Giving a Green Hat to My Boyfriend (17 Chapters) - Author: Hu Zuofei

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Zuofei
---------------- ... But the greater the fear, the stronger the longing in my heart for her to know the truth. Every time I think about this, a strange excitement rises in my heart , just like when I secretly let other boys humiliate my girlfriend. That feeling of worry and fear, yet also excitement and thrill, is always a mix of surprise and joy, making me addicted. In fact, quite a few people already know this secret, including my friends, relatives, and even my sister and her boyfriend. I secretly wonder: Could my usually intelligent girlfriend have known about this Would she continue to let me indulge in this fetish? Would she deliberately cheat on me? With this contradictory yet exciting feeling, I tried to write this series of articles from Shaoxia's perspective. This time ... it's her turn to humiliate me... ---------------- ... I prefer going to big department stores; the lights are bright, and the streets are cleaner. But my boyfriend likes to come to these small streets, which specialize in fake designer watches, pirated VCDs and records, secondhand electronics , and pornographic magazines. Although the variety of goods is vast and the prices are cheap, it's a mixed bag. There are always a few men in vests with tattoos on their arms looking around, and of course, there are plenty of lecherous guys staring at women's breasts and buttocks. Every time my boyfriend and I come here, I feel like there are at least five or six pairs of eyes staring at me. My boyfriend not only doesn't care about other guys looking at me, but he also always makes me wear pretty clothes before we go to the night market . I know he secretly enjoys seeing me in revealing, sexy clothes, showing off my arms and legs, and even my fair breasts and cleavage. But I'll say, "We're going to the night market, not a dance party. I don't want to wear this kind of thing; it's too revealing." My boyfriend is a little disappointed, but he's still very considerate and says, "Then wear the dress I bought you last time." I readily agree, "Okay!" Actually, when my boyfriend wanted to buy me a dress, he was thinking of buying me something sexy, but I didn't want that! The top I chose was sleeveless but had a collar, and although it was thin, the buttons could be fastened up to my chest. The skirt, while short, was three inches above the knee, not a super short skirt. My boyfriend was a little disappointed again when he bought it, but he still smiled and bought it for me. While I was changing, he made another request: "Could you wear something a little sexier in your underwear?" I grinned and said, "No one can see my underwear, why should I wear something sexy?" My boyfriend said, "When I take you home, I can touch it!" I blush easily, and when he said it so directly, I said to him with a red face, "You're so shameless, you little pervert! Hmm... okay, anyway, no one can see my underwear, so I'll just wear the set I bought last month, okay?" My boyfriend was excited and said " okay " several times. The set of underwear I bought last month was indeed very sexy. The bra only had half a cup, with soft underwire that provided support, but it was also very soft and comfortable. The silk panties were small and thin, and although they weren't thongs, they were very form-fitting, almost like I wasn't wearing anything. You could see the curves of my lower body and the shadows of my pubic hair. Of course, when I put on my outer clothes and skirt, I would cover up all this sexiness and become a lady. However, when I put on the top and skirt, I noticed that one button was missing from the neckline of the top. Luckily, I could leave it unbuttoned, allowing a glimpse of my fair breasts—a little sexy, but not revealing. But the thread on the lower button was almost broken; it would rip off with the slightest force. This button was crucial; if it fell off, the top would open, exposing my breasts and cleavage. The skirt, when I bought it, covered my thighs three inches above the knee, but now it only covered about an inch below my buttocks, turning into a miniskirt. This must be my boyfriend's doing! I know he's secretly taken my skirts to a tailor he knows to shorten more than once , and he must have cut off one button from the top, deliberately letting the other one wear down until it snapped off without me noticing. My boyfriend is such a little rascal; he always imagines exposing my cute body to other guys. Humph, I knew his tricks all along! However, I didn't want to hurt his pride, so I didn't expose his scheme. I even pretended to be an innocent little girl and wore the outfit he had deliberately made me look bad. Anyway, I was his girlfriend, his private property, and he could do whatever he wanted with me. So, I happily went to the night market with him in this outfit. Sure enough, as I expected, many boys soon started staring at me. They were swallowing their saliva as they looked at me, probably already thinking about hugging and kissing me, or about stripping my clothes off and caressing me, or even about pushing me to the ground and raping . My boyfriend probably knew that his girlfriend was being leered at and fantasized about by other boys, but he pretended not to see it. So, like an innocent little girl, I pretended not to know anything and continued to walk with him, arm in arm. My boyfriend likes to collect antiques, not the very valuable ones, but small things like ancient coins , miniature models of ancient weapons, old toys, and so on. When he saw a small shop on the street that displayed many of these kinds of trinkets, he hurriedly pulled my hand to look at them together. I wasn't actually interested in these antiques, but he held my hand and bent down to admire them very carefully. After he finished looking at them, he showed them to me, which made me bend down and look at them with him.

Suddenly, I felt a mosquito-like sensation on my chest. Maybe it was a woman's intuition, but I
looked up slightly and saw the young shop owner, around twenty years old. He was staring blankly at my large breasts,
drool almost dripping from his mouth. I then realized that the open front of my top revealed a small portion of my round breasts
when . Even though it was just a small part, it was probably because
my skin was so fair and smooth that it always made men drool.
I glanced at my boyfriend; he was also watching the shop owner out of the corner of his eye. He knew the guy was looking at me.
Humph! He deliberately let others see his girlfriend! I straightened my back, and the shop owner quickly looked away,
reverting to his professional manner: "Pick whatever you like, I'll give you a discount if you take a few more!"
I still resented my boyfriend in my heart: You deliberately brought me here just to expose my breasts to this
pervert! I pretended my back ached, straightened my back, and even bent my hands backward to massage my back.
*Pfft!* Hehe, just as I expected, the nearly broken button on my blouse couldn't withstand the pull of my bent arm and
snapped, leaving my chest even more exposed. I could see my two white, tender breasts out of the corner of my eye,
the half-cup bra revealing a deep cleavage. Whether this was too much or not didn't matter; my boyfriend
liked me showing off to other guys anyway, so I'd let them see my breasts completely!
Pretending not to notice the button had fallen off, I bent down again to admire the antiques with my boyfriend. This time, I
stole glances at the shop owner; his eyes looked like they were about to pop out. I myself felt it was a bit excessive;
my blouse was so open, and my bra was half-cup, revealing most of my breasts. I was even worried that
my nipples might be showing! And because I was bending over, my skirt was sticking up in the back, and with my back
to the people on the street, there were bound to be plenty of lecherous uncles and elders peeking under my skirt. It was really a bargain for
them; my thin little panties were probably showing off my bouncy, round buttocks!
Humph! You naughty boyfriend, you like your girlfriend being shown off, don't you? This time I'll show this
pervert and let all the stinky men passing by on the street see my cute buttocks! So I deliberately stuck my butt out, making my
short skirt stick up even more.
In the end, my boyfriend bought a few items, and the shopkeeper gave us a very cheap price, even thanking us! Of course,
he got to see my two breasts for free; he should thank us, thank God!
That night, my boyfriend was especially happy. He held my hand and we strolled along that chaotic street. My breasts swayed back and
forth. I think there were at least two hundred guys who saw me looking so sexy and alluring. They were probably already imagining
how to get me into bed and have their fun with me. Maybe some of them were perverts who had already secretly taken
pictures , plotting how to rape and humiliate me. Some probably even wanted to brazenly molest
and fuck me in front of my boyfriend. It was truly disgusting.
It wasn't until 10 p.m. that my boyfriend said he would take me home. We passed an antique shop that was about to close.
The shop owner, who looked to his forties, looked me up and down and whistled as he said to us, "Young couple,
want to come in and see some good stuff?"
Humph, just looking at his lecherous eyes, I knew he had ill intentions towards me. But to my surprise, my boyfriend said,
"There might really be some good stuff here, let's go in and take a look."
My boyfriend's mentality is so strange. If it were any other guy, seeing a pervert staring at his
girlfriend , he would have already beaten him up. But my boyfriend likes to send a lamb to the slaughter, pushing me into the arms of another guy.
We went into the antique shop, which was much bigger than the previous small shop. Antiques of different sizes were displayed in
different corners, but these antiques all seemed very rough and probably not very valuable. Perhaps because it was about to close,
only the lecherous shop owner was left. He enthusiastically pulled the two of us into the shop, pointing to the antiques and saying,
"You can look around as you like..." But his eyes also "casually" roamed over my chest.
We looked around for a few minutes, and the shop owner pointed to the stairs and said, "There are many more antiques upstairs, would you like to go
and see " My boyfriend said okay and went upstairs.
But I pulled my boyfriend and said, "I'm not going up." Then I pointed to my short skirt. He understood that if I went
up the stairs in this short skirt, my underwear would be completely exposed.
Hearing that I wasn't going upstairs, the shop owner was overjoyed and said, "Then don't go up. I'll take you to the
back to see some other interesting things." He then grabbed my hand and led me to the back of the shop.
Hmph, that old man! He was trying to get rid of my boyfriend and take advantage of me? My boyfriend, hearing this, actually
agreed and went upstairs himself, leaving me alone with this slightly overweight, balding, lecherous man in his forties!
The lecherous man led me to the back of the shop, where there was a small storage room haphazardly filled with uncategorized
antiques . I glanced at them, but wasn't very interested.
The shop owner suddenly grinned lewdly and asked me, "Little beauty, you look so young, are you already eighteen?"
I didn't know why he asked me that, so I smiled and said, "I'm already twenty."
The shop owner said, "Anyone over eighteen can come into my room. I have a lot of old-fashioned adult toys here.
Interested in taking a look?"
My boyfriend was upstairs, and this lecherous old man was inviting me to look at adult toys. How arrogant! But I
pretended to be an innocent girl, curious and excited, and said, "Really?" Then I followed him into a
small room.
Wow, there were indeed many strange items. It turns out that although people in the past didn't read pornographic books,
read pornographic comics, or watch pornographic movies like people do now, they were very artistic and creative, designing all kinds of toys.
One seemed to be a pair of naked male and female dolls hidden in a hard pillow. The male doll's penis was thick and large,
and the female doll's skin was white and tender, which was very arousing. There was also a toy of a man and woman entwined. If you pressed down from the bottom, the man
would jump up and then press down again, inserting his disproportionate penis into the woman's small hole. I couldn't help but pick it up
and press it several times in a row. The man then chuckled and thrust into the girl. How embarrassing! Where can I find a man so
strong? What would happen if I were penetrated by such a strong man? Ah, he's made me aroused!
I saw a chair with a backrest in the storage room and said, "Uncle, this chair isn't anything special, why
is it here?"
The shopkeeper chuckled lewdly and said, "This chair is called a love chair, of course it's special. Look, the two handles
are bent in front, like hooks. In the old days, people would put the girl on this chair and put her legs on both sides..."
"Hold on, and then like this... Hehehe... Sexual intercourse, you know?" As she spoke, she thrust her
lower body demonstrate the movements. Of course, I could imagine what it looked like, and I couldn't help but feel hot all over, my face turning bright red with embarrassment.
Seeing my lustful state, the shop owner boldly put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Your boyfriend has never played
this kind of ?"
I blushed and said, "I won't answer you."
This lecherous old man suddenly hugged me from behind and said, "Hehe, your boyfriend has never played this with you before, so let me
teach you!"
After he finished speaking, he actually put one hand on my slender waist and the other hand touched my breasts, lifting my breasts from the bottom up
. My breasts, which were half-cup in my bra, were squeezed up by him, and even my nipples were exposed. I
struggled , but he held me very tightly. My round buttocks were pressed against his lower body. Although there were pants and skirts between us, I
could still feel the heat of his big meat stick. After his devilish hands touched my breasts, they moved to my pink thighs,
and then touched inside my skirt, all the way to my panties.
"No...no...my boyfriend is upstairs...he'll be down soon..." I struggled, trying to
push away his clutches, but his fingers had already slipped inside my panties, teasing and probing between my labia.
My whole body went limp, as if electrocuted, and I let his fingers plunge into my tender opening.
"Hehe, you little slut, look at your pussy, it's all wet, what are you pretending to be a lady for?" This lecherous old man was truly
despicable, teasing me while playing with me. He was really out of his mind. Although I was completely limp from his teasing,
if I screamed, my boyfriend would rush in and beat him up, or call the police and have him arrested, and he'd be dead.
But then I suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark figure standing by the door. The shop was almost closing, so no one else should have come in.
Wasn't that my boyfriend? He was standing there, watching his delicate girlfriend
being played with by this lecherous shop owner. Did he even consider her his girlfriend?
I felt a little angry, but this anger turned into a strange excitement: my boyfriend actually liked
this lecherous old man ravaging his girlfriend, so I might as well make him wear a big green hat! Let's see if he
'll feel sorry for me!
I was still struggling in the lecherous old man's arms, moaning, "No... ah... Uncle, please don't do this to me
anymore ... I already have a boyfriend... you can't do this... it's so embarrassing... even my boyfriend doesn't
do this to me down there... ah... Uncle, you're so bad..." These moans and weak struggles couldn't
break free from his embrace at all; instead, they only increased his lust for me.
The balding shop owner shoved me toward the love chair. Before I could even sit down, he pulled my legs up, spread them
wide and placed my calves on the curved handles on either side of the chair. Those old-fashioned people really knew how to design things; once my legs
were on the handles, it was hard to escape. I writhed my slender waist and round buttocks, letting out seductive moans that sounded like pleading
: "Bad uncle...you've put me on this love chair...it's so embarrassing...you've seen all my
underwear ...don't come any closer...I'm only twenty..." "...I can't...have sex with you...ah..."
I knew the more I said that, the more the shop owner wanted to have sex with me. Sure enough, he pulled down my
wet panties, exposing my tender little hole, and chuckled lewdly, saying, "Little slut, your pussy
is all wet with juices, do you want me to fuck you a few times?" As he spoke, he pulled down his zipper and
pulled out his thick cock, which startled me: a man in his forties, his cock was still so
big!
His body pressed against me, and I smelled a man's sweaty odor. Before I could react,
his thick cock had already entered my tender hole. "Ah!" I cried out softly. This lecherous old man's cock was really
hard. The thick glans stretched my tender hole open, and then the long flesh rod followed. Maybe because I
had leaked too much juices, even though my little hole was narrow and small, his big flesh rod still managed to penetrate it. A wave of
swelling and pain washed over me, and I didn't even know if he would tear my little hole apart!
But a strong sensation spread from my vagina throughout my entire body! Ah… this lecherous old man is so bold, pushing me onto the sex
chair raping me, ignoring whether my boyfriend might suddenly run downstairs! He's also incredibly skilled; his thick, hard
penis almost tore my tender vagina apart, thrusting all the way in, right to my clitoris.
My feelings were complicated; the feeling of being raped by a man was both shameful and pleasurable, and having my boyfriend secretly watching
me the feeling even more shameful, but the excitement kept coming in waves. I
couldn't help but sway my tender buttocks, twisting and turning in rhythm with the fat shop owner's lewd acts.
The shop owner was having the time of his life; of course, he himself couldn't believe he could so easily have sex with a young and beautiful college student like me
, especially since it was a couple who had willingly offered themselves up, with the boyfriend going upstairs and the girlfriend
being taken advantage of downstairs! He chuckled with pleasure, "You enjoyed being fucked by me, did
n't you? I'm better at it than your boyfriend. I fucked you really well, didn't I?"
I felt embarrassed by what he said, but I still stuck out my buttocks so he could fuck me even deeper. "You're so bad... fucking
me like this... and you're still making fun of me... my boyfriend is already being cheated on... and you still say that to him... if
he finds out... I'm doomed... ah..."
The shop owner chuckled lewdly, "Come to my place more often, I guarantee I'll fuck you until your pussy is blooming!"
I twisted my slender waist and moaned, "Ah... I won't come again... I'm afraid you... your big, rotten cock will
break... my little pussy... ah..."
The shop owner's big cock was very powerful, fucking my pussy until it was a mess, and also making me dizzy with lust.
"Ah... harder... fuck my pussy until it's broken... ah... I'm being fucked to death by you... ah... I'm dying
... ah... more... I'll come back for you to fuck me again next time... ah..." I was
saying these lewd things because I was so excited by him fucking me, and I was also deliberately letting my boyfriend hiding behind the door hear my wanton
moans to punish him for his weird fetish of deliberately humiliating his girlfriend!
This shop owner is really a master at playing with women. He first fucked me until I was dazed, then reached out and stripped off my clothes. In
a couple of moves, he stripped my upper body naked, and even pulled my skirt up. I was completely naked, half-
lying on the sex chair, letting him rape and play with me. He held my buttocks with one hand and continued to fuck me, while the other hand was already haphazardly
rubbing my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples, playing with me like a prostitute.
My boyfriend was still hiding behind the door, peeking. Humph! I'll make my boyfriend humiliated too!
With that thought in mind, I took the initiative to hug that lecherous uncle and started moaning, "Ah... dear uncle..."
"Wow, you're amazing... Ah... You've fucked me to death... My boyfriend can't... fuck me as deep as you...
Ah... Your technique is so good... Ah... You've fucked me so good... I'm afraid I'll get addicted to you...
I'll sneak back to you next time... Ah..."
The shop owner was having a great time. Seeing how lewdly I, such a young girl, was being fucked, he
fucked me even harder. He started to pant heavily, his cock thrusting heavily into my tender hole. I knew
he was about to ejaculate, and I wanted to punish my boyfriend properly, so I let out seductive moans: "No
... Ah... Good uncle, dear uncle... Don't ejaculate inside..." "I don't want to have your son... Ah
... You'll get me pregnant... I'll give birth to a bastard... Ah... I'm only twenty... I don't want to be
an unwed mother... Ah... My boyfriend will abandon me... Ah... Uncle is so bad... You really put your children and grandchildren
into my uterus... This time you really got me pregnant... Ah... You made me pregnant..."
My lewd words made the shop owner unable to hold back any longer. Before he finished speaking, his hot semen shot into my uterus.
The angle at which I was sitting on the sex chair was just right so that all the semen was poured into my uterus. Okay, I'll give my boyfriend a
bastard son and make him wear a green hat for the rest of his life!
The shop owner let out a long sigh and said, "So good!" Then he pulled his penis out of my tender hole, and
the semen flowed out of my body. This bastard lewd uncle saw me panting after being lewdly played with, so he used
two fingers to scoop up the semen, held it in front of me, and put it in my mouth without saying a word, then smeared it on my
cheeks . He's such a jerk! He raped me and then made me drink his semen! I
finally managed to struggle off that sex chair, hastily put on my clothes, and rushed out of the antique shop.
My boyfriend was outside, pretending he couldn't find me anywhere. When he saw me, he nervously grabbed me and said, "
I thought you left the shop on your own. Look at you, your face is all red, are you okay?"
Humph! My boyfriend is such a good actor! He was peeping from the doorway! He probably thinks I'm
the victim , raped by the shop owner and too ashamed to tell anyone. He doesn't know that I just completely surrendered myself to that ugly, fat
shop owner, letting him have his way with me, turning my labia inside out, almost tearing my vagina apart,
squeezing my breasts until they were deformed, and finally letting his semen fill his uterus, making him wear a huge
green hat!

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