A man was found naked in a park and disciplined by an elderly man.

(I)

I have a deep-seated desire for nudity, a desire to expose my body to strangers, a desire for an audience. Every time I look at myself in the mirror and imagine what it would be like to expose my body in public, I always have an irresistible urge!

Looking at my delicate doll-like face, my fiery red lips, my spring-like eyes, completely naked, so wanton and alluring, my waist is exquisitely curved, so slender that it can be grasped in one hand, and then exaggeratedly forms a round sphere near my hips. My voluptuous body is curvaceous and shapely. I think even Buddha would consider returning to secular life if he saw this scene! Gently straightening my body, women are truly amazing creatures. On my breasts, where my ribs are clearly visible, two huge breasts can grow!

Every time I take off my clothes at home and clean the house naked, I fantasize that someone is watching me, spying on me. Sometimes, when I get really into it, I can't help but masturbate. But fantasies are just fantasies. After a while, they get boring. I can no longer reach orgasm just by imagining.

I often visit foreign public nude websites, which are basically sites for public exposure. I always envy those foreign women who completely expose themselves to the sun, receiving admiring or surprised glances from passersby. If I were in their shoes, I'd probably feel incredibly good... There's a suburban park on the outskirts of the city, with few tourists and lush vegetation. It's the perfect place for me to expose myself in the wild. Every time I muster up the courage to go out and go to the park, in the sunlight, among the grass and trees, in front of the occasional passerby, I'm ready to face the challenge completely naked. But I always give up at the crucial moment. I'm not afraid of men's critical gazes because I'm sexy and beautiful. I'm not afraid of being raped by thugs because I'm already horny to the bone. But I'm worried about being thought of as crazy and despised... Many times, I've wasted time, always giving up at the crucial moment.

The closest I came to success was when I prepared thoroughly. To make it easy to take off my clothes, I only wore a dress, without any underwear underneath, just so I could take it off quickly, and of course, put it back on just as quickly.

I even practiced putting on the dress quickly at home, managing to do it in as little as a second, instantly transforming from a wanton naked woman into a neatly dressed lady.

But after taking it off in the park, the slightest breeze or movement caused me to reflexively put it back on. I repeated this several times that day, the actual moments of nudity lasting only a few seconds. I was incredibly bored and went home dejectedly. All the way home, I kept berating myself for being so indecisive and unable to do anything right. I vowed never to go again! But a few

days later, the urge to expose myself returned, as if I were defying myself, determined to succeed this time.

This time, I didn't wear a dress. I couldn't leave myself an escape route; if I was going to take off my clothes, I couldn't put them back on quickly. I wore jeans and a t-shirt—the kind of tight jeans that would take a lot of effort to put back on after taking them off. I prepared a slightly larger bag to put my clothes inside, along with two dildos and a bottle of baby oil. Hehe!! This time, I'm determined to successfully expose myself and then masturbate wildly in the sunlight until I die of lust!!

Sigh! Just like before, I struggled for a long time in the park, unable to make up my mind. Just when I was about to give up, as if fate had other plans, a thunderstorm suddenly started. The once clear weather quickly turned cloudy, with thunder, lightning, and a torrential downpour, turning the entire park into a whiteout in an instant. I was in a grove of trees at the time, and when the rain started, I instinctively ran. After only a few steps, I was soaked to the bone, so I decided not to bother looking for shelter and just let the downpour extinguish my unspeakable lust!

I let the heavy rain soak me, suddenly realizing that it was difficult to see anything nearby in the rain; everything was shrouded in mist. This was a golden opportunity! If I didn't strip naked now, when would I ever get another chance? Looking at the sky, the rain didn't seem like it would stop anytime soon. My last shred of shame, under the cover of the downpour, finally gave in. I stripped completely naked. My jeans and t-shirt, soaked through, were wrinkled and crumpled, almost impossible to put back on. Okay, this was the effect I wanted; I wasn't going to leave myself any way to put my clothes back on. I stuffed everything into my bag. I put the dildo and baby oil in a black plastic bag and carried that in my hand. I hid the bag containing my clothes in a clump of grass under a nearby tree.

After I finished everything, I stood up. In the hazy rain, a naked elf appeared. I don't know if it was nervousness or excitement, but I trembled all over and took a few tentative steps. My high-heeled sandals were slippery on the rain-soaked ground, and with the heels at least 10cm high, I had to wiggle my hips unnaturally as I walked through the woods to maintain my balance. An elegant naked elf instantly transformed into a wanton little demon with the swaying of her large buttocks. Her two round breasts swayed, and under the lash of the raindrops, the nipples stood erect. The cold wind blew on them, and many small bumps appeared around the areolas, making the engorged and swollen nipples look like two blooming flowers. My pubic hair was shaved clean, and without the protection of pubic hair, my vulva was so sensitive. My genitals were unusually thick and prominent, protruding high at the end of my abdomen. The wind was strong in the woods, and a cold wind blew past my crotch, carrying large raindrops that pelted my vulva, the chill penetrating from my genitals to my heart. I couldn't help but shiver; the itching was unbearable, and a strong urge to urinate was even more intense.

After so many days of struggle, I finally liberated myself completely on this rainy afternoon. Driven by lust, I ignored the slippery ground and refused to take off my super-high-heeled sandals. Wearing my heels made my hips sway even more alluring. So, I ran naked through the woods, writhing and releasing my naked desires.

The rain grew heavier, the torrential downpour only fueling my uncontrollable lust. The empty woods were deserted. I needed an audience to help me reach the climax of my performance. My usual indecisiveness suddenly vanished, and I ran towards wherever the trees were sparse, desperately hoping someone would see my wanton body! As luck

would have it, a hurried figure almost brushed past me. This person had a soaking wet newspaper on their head, and with their head down, they quickly ran into the woods, disappearing into the heavy rain.

In that brief moment, I wasn't even sure if they noticed me, but the feeling—the sensation of a stranger seeing my naked body—made me tremble. I almost gushed with lust. I groaned, only managing to control myself by tightly clenching my legs. I staggered forward for a short distance, and when I looked back, the person was nowhere to be seen.

This feeling made me completely reckless. My high heels were no longer treading on the wet mud, but on the hard cement road, making a piercing "thump-thump" sound in the rain. Some park facilities appeared in front of me, with pavilions and outdoor fitness equipment. This place must be crowded with visitors at times. I shamelessly continued running naked. When I vaguely saw a low building ahead, I didn't stop and rushed straight towards it! There was

someone, there really was someone. You can't see very far in the rain. When I saw the person, he was only a few meters away. Unlike the passerby who had rushed by and was busy shielding himself from the rain with his head down, this person was standing there properly, and he wasn't getting wet. He was standing outside a small gate, staring blankly at me. I could see his expression clearly. He was an old man of about 50 or 60 years old. There was a birdcage and a bag next to him. He was probably walking his bird in the park.

I instinctively turned to the side, slipped past him, and disappeared into the small doorway. The heavy rain was immediately stopped by the roof, and I could see my surroundings clearly. It was a toilet. I turned around and saw the old man's shadow still standing at the toilet door. In a panic, I ran to the innermost squat toilet and squatted down, hiding my naked body behind the partition wall.

It was an old-fashioned outhouse, seemingly unused for a long time, covered in dried excrement. I squatted there naked, holding the bag containing the dildo, completely at a loss. This time, there was truly no way out! The old man was probably still standing at the door, having heard nothing for a while. He probably thought he'd encountered a ghost. Heh heh, where would he find such a beautiful female ghost, a naked ghost running around like this!

I planned to run past the old man again, to provoke him a little more, and to satisfy my exhibitionist desires, before going back to the woods to masturbate properly. After all, the old man wouldn't chase me in the pouring rain, right?

Just then, I suddenly realized I was in the men's restroom, with a small cement urinal in front of me. Oh my god, the old man could come in so openly! Now, without the cover of the rain, I was facing an old man completely naked. What would happen? I don't know if it was anticipation or some other feeling, but I just sat there, frozen!

Sure enough, the old man came in. As I watched his shadow get closer, I couldn't help but tremble. When he stopped in front of me, I didn't dare lift my head. My face felt hot, as if the rainwater on my face had been dried. I had fantasized many times about being naked in front of strangers, but I never imagined squatting naked in a men's restroom, my legs unable to close, my vulva wide open, being scrutinized by an old man!

"Young lady, are you sick?" the old man actually said to me.

(II)

As he said this, this lecherous old man actually squatted down in front of me, staring at me as if I were something!

It was a truly bizarre scene, a naked young woman and a well-dressed old man squatting face to face in a men's restroom. The stimulation was even more intense. I saw a trickle of vaginal fluid slide down and drip into the squat toilet, one end connected to my slightly open vagina, the other end hanging on the dry feces in the squat toilet, shimmering with a lewd luster. It was both lewd and disgusting! My tiny clitoris joined in the fun, trembling as it peeked out from the depths of my vulva, blooming like a little flower. I'm not sick, I'm just horny! Now, not only men, but any male creature could tell I was incredibly aroused!

With a "thud," the bag in my hand fell to the ground, scattering the dildos inside. The old man had already figured out I was horny, but in broad daylight, faced with a suddenly exposed naked body, he was probably at a loss for words.

The old man picked up the fallen dildos. "Hehe! Want me to help you?"

Faced with his teasing, I could only wait with anticipation. What else could I do? In this situation, I couldn't very well call it catching a pervert, could I?

Watching the old man's fingers touch my wide-open vulva, his fingernails were black and grimy. I trembled slightly, feeling disgusted. The black fingernails against my plump, white vulva were jarring, and I instinctively flinched away.

The old man chuckled and said, "A bit dirty." He withdrew his hand, wiped it on his pants, and reached out again.

Those same dark, grimy fingers touched my vulva. Although my brain repelled the filthy fingers, my wanton organ instinctively clung to them. The old man made a soft "Eh," and continued to slowly insert them. My warm, fleshy vulva tightly enveloped him. When the old man pulled his finger back, there was a "pop" sound!

"Still a leech's cunt! It sucks people in."

I was incredibly ashamed, but I had to squat there with my legs wide open. If I closed them, I'd fall into the latrine. I could only leave my legs wide open, letting the old man fondle me, completely defenseless.

As the old man's fingers moved in and out, my already overflowing vulva became even more uncontrollable. My labia parted and closed, tightly enveloping the dark, grimy fingers, the fluid dripping onto the back of the old man's hand.

I let the old man play with my cunt at will—or rather, he turned it inside out. He pulled my labia apart, exposing my wet, wanton opening, examining it like a gynecologist. His once-dark fingernails seemed much cleaner from being soaked in my vaginal fluid, and I no longer cared about the dirt on his fingers. I understood then; my exhibitionism, deep in my subconscious, ultimately craved being played with by a man, like an object, without any self-respect. The final result was direct sexual stimulation, stimulation from a male—whether it was the old man or any other male creature—but the ultimate goal was: mating!

The old man's fingers penetrated my anus, which was exactly what I wanted; otherwise, I wouldn't have brought two dildos. With the lubrication of my vaginal fluid, his movements in and out of my anus were smooth. His middle finger was almost fully inserted, and when he inserted his index finger as well, I almost couldn't squat anymore. It was so stimulating! I didn't care that we were in a toilet anymore. I supported myself on the ground, on either side of the squat toilet, and lifted my lower body closer to the old man.

The old man's thumb was inside my vagina, and his index and middle fingers were in my anus. All three fingers were pinching and manipulating, causing a gush of fluid. I moaned, gasped, and even begged for mercy, but my body continued to respond.

The filthy environment, the perverted finger rape—my head was tilted back so far that my lower body was facing upwards, and my head was down. I used my four limbs and four hands to keep from falling into the squat toilet. The stench emanating from below was nauseating, but I didn't care. The stimulation from my body was all I focused on!

Seeing how lewd I was, the old man laughed. "Careful you don't fall in!"

He lifted me up by the bottom, helping me off the squat toilet, his fingers still inside me. We slowly walked to the toilet door, which looked cleaner.

"This is at the end of the park, hardly anyone comes here. You can do whatever you want with me!" the old man said lecherously.

Ugh, it wasn't "whatever I want with you," I thought, "whatever you want with me."

When the old man pulled his fingers out, I almost cried. "No!" I groaned, throwing myself on the ground, sticking my little bottom up high, my cleft rubbing against the old man's calf.

"Haha, you're just like the bitch I keep at home!"

The old man's insults made me even more aroused. Yes, I was a bitch, a bitch in heat in the men's toilet!

"I even bought it a chain, want me to put one on you too?" The old man said, going to get it from the birdcage. I stuck my bottom up, really like a bitch, crawling after him.

The old man took a dog collar out of his bag, squatted down beside me, and I rested my face on his lap. He patted my bottom and put the collar around my neck. The collar was made of rough cowhide, with a strong leathery smell that made me even more excited. My bottom sticks up higher, and I whimper softly.

"It fits perfectly. My dog is too big. Looks like it was made just for you, little bitch."

The old man adjusted the collar, making sure it was snug around my neck. The collar was connected to a leash. The old man stood up and kicked my bottom: "Come on, let's go for a walk!" He then led me through the bathroom.

I was so excited that I crawled on the floor with my bare bottom exposed, being led around the bathroom by the old man.

When he walked in front, I rubbed my face against his calves; when he walked behind, I crawled slowly in front, trying to stick my bottom up high, completely exposing my pussy and anus for the old man to admire.

The old man was having a good time too. If I crawled too slowly, he'd kick my bottom. Once, he slapped me so hard I screamed and wet myself.

The old man got excited and stopped, then proceeded to slap me several more times. My bottom was red and swollen, painful and itchy.

The more he slapped me, the higher my bottom unconsciously arched, widening my butt crack. I wasn't satisfied with that, so I reached behind me, grabbed my buttocks, and forcefully spread them open, until my anus was bulging out.

Seeing that I enjoyed this, the old man took the rope that was holding me and started whipping my buttocks. Sometimes he would specifically whip my anus, making it burn with pain. When it hurt a lot, my anus would contract, and when the stinging pain subsided, I would forcefully push it out, making my anus open and close in sync with the old man's rope as if I were defecating. Sometimes he would hit me hard, and even though tears streamed down my face, I didn't care.

Because my hands were busy spreading my buttocks, my body had no support, and my face was almost touching the ground. I didn't even realize I was in the toilet.

My large breasts hung down, and my nipples had already been in close contact with the ground many times. The dirty, rough ground had rubbed my two tender nipples until they were swollen, bright red and erect, covered with dirt from the ground, making them look exceptionally obscene!

Of course, the old man wouldn't let go of my breasts. Although they were covered in dirt, it only made them look even whiter, and because I was lying face down, they looked even larger and fuller.

After playing with my anus, the old man began to attack my breasts. I lay on the ground, letting him knead my drooping breasts.

As he played with them, he said to me, "I used to work on a dairy farm, milking cows for decades before switching to machine milking. Today, I'll give you a good time."

He really treated me like a cow, gripping my nipples tightly with his thumb and forefinger. Luckily, my nipples were quite erect, and it felt good to have them held. He seemed very professional, his hand barely moving before he used his middle, ring, and little fingers to compress and squeeze my breasts. It felt strange; the old man's movements weren't large, but the pressure felt very strong. Soon, my breasts started to swell, as if they were getting bigger. Every now and then, the old man would tap my nipples with his little finger. It felt like something was being squeezed inside my breasts, like something was about to burst out. They swelled more and more, and the veins on my breasts bulged. I felt like my nipples were about to burst, even more swollen than before, like ripe purple grapes that might peel off at the slightest touch!

As the old man increased his pressure, my breasts began to spasm! Suddenly, he removed his hand, and my breasts began to tremble violently, my nipples throbbing!

"Ah!" I couldn't take it anymore and bit down on the old man's leg.

"Haha, cows have a milk ejection reflex, I didn't know humans had one too! Too bad there's no milk, otherwise it would be amazing!"

The so-called milk ejection reflex completely overwhelmed me. The old man gently massaged my breasts again for a while before I caught my breath. Looking at my nipples, each one seemed to have a small crack, with clear liquid seeping out. Another milk ejection reflex and my breasts would probably burst!

I sat on the ground, naked, panting heavily, a puddle of vaginal fluid on the floor.

Looking at the puddle of fluid I left, I thought about how the old man had been playing with me—flipping my vagina, picking my anus, walking the dog, milking me—playing with me for so long. Logically, he should have noticed my body was soaking wet and was fully prepared for intercourse. Oh! It must be preparation for mating. Sexual intercourse is something for humans, but I no longer feel like a human being. From the heart to the body, I feel like a bitch. I doubt anyone would be as shameless as me, but I can't control myself. Every stimulation from the old man makes me forget that I'm a human being.

(III)

The old man didn't seem to have any intention of mating with me. Except for a wet patch on his trouser leg, which was from my own vaginal fluid, he was still fully dressed, and his zipper was still closed.

I tried to touch the old man's genitals several times, but he blocked me each time. I groaned and offered my red lips to kiss the old man. He seemed to enjoy my kiss, but his genitals remained still. I rubbed my face against his crotch, begging for sex between his legs.

I lay between the old man's legs, but he grabbed his pants and wouldn't let me take them off. I got impatient and pulled hard, and the old man finally managed to pull his pants down, but not completely. They were just half hanging down under his buttocks.

I lifted my small face, looking at the ugly, half-black, half-white old man's buttocks, covered with age spots and other scars. His penis was limp. I pressed my face directly against it. The old man's groin smelled pungent, and his thick black hair prickled my face, but I didn't care. I started licking his testicles and butt crack. The old man seemed to enjoy it, even slightly raising his buttocks for me to lick. His butt crack was wet with my saliva.

I turned my head to face him and took his penis into my mouth. It finally reacted a little, but after sucking and licking for a long time, it was still limp. I was about to cry. Why was it like this?

The old man seemed embarrassed, pulled up his pants, and said self-deprecatingly, "I'm old, useless now! How about this?"

Seeing the old man holding my dildo and shaking it in his hand, I could only nod.

The old man became excited again. "I love watching women act all slutty, but fucking won't do." He made me lie down, stick my ass out, and prepared to use the dildo on me!

What a strange old man! The foreplay had me completely exhausted, like I was a bitch, but he couldn't fuck me!

I waited, my ass sticking out. The old man fiddled with the dildo for a while. After running naked in the rain for so long, the dildo hadn't gotten wet. He turned it on, and it started vibrating.

I then realized that sitting on the ground had gotten my ass and vagina covered in filth. Since my vagina had been open, my labia were probably also covered in filth!

Just as I was thinking this, the old man ignored all that and thrust the dildo into my vagina.

Oh! Even though it was fake, the real feeling of penetration made me forget all about the filth.

The dildo was much bigger than the old man's. He probably didn't believe I could handle it, so it went in very slowly. I couldn't wait that long, so I thrust my hips back, and the thick dildo went in most of the way.

I turned back and gestured for the old man to insert the other dildo. He hesitated; it was a size bigger than the one in my vagina, the glans about the size of an egg. Looking at my small anus, he seemed a little incredulous!

I was a little scared too; it was an extra-large dildo. I gestured for the old man to apply baby oil to my anus and the dildo, then press down on both sides of my anus and pull it open forcefully.

The old man didn't hold back; after applying the baby oil, he thrust it forcefully into my anus!

My anus felt like it was about to split open, perhaps because I had been too excited earlier. Just as I seemed to be nearing my limit, the huge glans went in, and my juices gushed out again!

Seeing that I wasn't in pain and was even dripping with pleasure, the old man increased the force. The one in my anus was stuck there and couldn't move, so the old man simply ignored it and let the dildo go in my asshole, focusing on my vagina. The one in my vagina, on the other hand, went in and out smoothly. The old man pumped in and out while massaging my clitoris. I felt so good! Being penetrated by an old man with a dildo in my vagina and anus was even more exciting than real sex! Soon, I urinated. I lost control of my bladder, and the urine mixed with my vaginal fluids and sprayed everywhere.

The old man couldn't have sex with me himself, but he seemed very excited playing with this. Seeing me urinate, he laughed heartily behind me! He mischievously pinched my urethra to stop me from urinating, making me tremble uncontrollably. My moans and groans filled the entire toilet. Luckily, it was still raining heavily outside, and no one was passing by. Otherwise, what a scene it would have been like is unimaginable!

After playing with my vagina, the old man began to tentatively move the dildo in my anus. After the previous frenzy, the dildo could now move in my anus. Well, my lower body had long since lost control.

The old man used both hands, simultaneously inserting the dildos into my vagina and anus. All my muscles lost their ability to resist, and the insertion became smoother and smoother. The old man's movements became faster and faster, and suddenly he pulled both dildos out at the same time. My lower body felt extremely empty, and the cold air blew directly into my anus and vagina. I felt like my two orifices could never close again. I tried to contract my anus, but I had completely lost control of my anal sphincter. My anus was still wide open, and the old man could easily stir it with two fingers inserted... The old man attached the largest dildo to the urinal and made me sit on it! Seeing that I was lying on the ground, limp and unable to move, he simply picked me up.

I leaned against the old man's chest, his hands supporting the back of my knees. He was quite strong, holding me like that. My body was bent, my thighs pressed against my breasts, my buttocks facing down. The old man slowly lowered the dildo that was attached to the urinal into my anus. The huge dildo, lubricated by baby oil, slid in my buttocks and quickly found my still wide-open anus. The dildo was too big, and it got stuck at the anus again when he tried to enter again. The old man ran out of strength and let go. Oh my god! My body was bent, and all my weight was concentrated on the dildo at my anus. When he let go, the dildo pushed open my anus directly. The old man let go, but he was still holding onto my legs. I sat down like that, bent over... This time, the insertion was completed entirely by my weight, without any pause. The dildo, which was 6 cm in diameter and more than 25 cm long, slammed in. The dildo was covered with bumps the size of soybeans, and it completely disappeared deep into my anus. It didn't stop until my buttocks landed on the cold urinal. The 20-centimeter-long dildo was inserted all the way in, and I don't know where it hit, but my vision went black, and I immediately convulsed, losing control of my bladder and splattering urine everywhere!

The old man was also frightened by my condition and tried to pick me up, but I couldn't move at all; I was completely stuck by the dildo... I don't know how much time passed before I caught my breath, opened my eyes, and looked around. The old man was gone, and the birdcage by the door was also gone. I realized that the old man had run away. That damned old man, the dog collar around his neck was still on, he probably forgot about it too.

The dildo deep inside my anus started vibrating at an inopportune time, and the vibration from deep within my body almost made me faint again. Fortunately, I wasn't injured, but my body seemed to be acting strangely. I was experiencing uncontrollable spasms, and my urine would sometimes gush out and sometimes stop abruptly. Milky white liquid was gushing out of my vagina in spurts, and each spurt made me convulse.

My lower body was covered in my urine and vaginal fluid, a thick mixture of filth from the urinal. My labia were wide open, the tender flesh inside my vagina pressed tightly against the cold, dirty urinal. It felt like a lot of dirty grit had completely entered my vagina. No wonder I kept leaking vaginal fluid; with so much friction from those tiny grains, it would be strange if my vagina didn't leak! There were also a few pieces of something indescribable stuck to my clitoris, dark and disgusting. I started to feel nauseous myself!

I tried to twist my body to escape this embarrassing situation. I still didn't know how to get the dildo out of my anus, and my neck was being strangled so I couldn't breathe. Upon closer inspection, I realized that the old man had tied the dog collar to a rusty water pipe next to the urinal, fastened it tightly. I reached out to grab it, but the dildo was stuck in my hand, preventing me from moving. Moving to the other side caused the dog collar to tighten around my neck. The movement was a little too forceful, and I convulsed again, urinating profusely all over the floor. The sensation of urinating when my urethra is in close contact with the ground is incredibly intense. It's something most people would never imagine or do, but I've done it many times. Even worse, the friction from the filth and grit mixed in with my vagina, and the vibrations of the large penis in my anus, sent me through wave after wave of uncontrollable orgasms. Sometimes, it was a completely unconscious, slight wiggle of my hips, making my vagina even closer to the ground, intensifying the orgasms brought on by this dirty, perverse friction!

Perhaps because the dildo had been vibrating for so long, I felt it slowly loosening inside my anus. I tried to lift my buttocks, and the dildo finally began to slowly slip out of my anus. The protrusions on the dildo caused my anus to open up. With great difficulty, I was able to slowly squat down from my seated position. Looking down at my genitals, I was utterly filthy. The entire inside of my vagina was covered in grit and filth that had fallen from the urinal after being soaked in my own semen and urine. My proud, meticulously shaved vulva had been completely transformed into a latrine in a men's restroom, used by men... The "steamed bun vagina" that people admire and talk about was already quite large, but now it's even more swollen and plump, like a big steamed bun just fished out of the latrine sandwiched between her legs, its mouth wide open. The red stuff inside is the tender flesh of the vagina, the white stuff is the secreted vaginal fluid, and the yellow stuff is the incontinent urine, mixed with grit from the urinal and shed filth. It's unclear when, but dried feces have also stuck inside the vagina, some as big as a little finger, and some as small as cement or gravel. It's truly admirable that she's being driven to the brink of death by all this filth.

(iv)

I didn't care about any of that anymore. I finally managed to get myself off the dildo, but the moment the fake glans was pulled out, I lost control again and sat down on the ground with a thud. Luckily, this time the dildo was crooked to one side. If it had been inserted again, I probably would have died of lust in the men's restroom. My anus was wide open and had intimate contact with the ground. Anyway, I couldn't care less. I was finally free. I peed for a while and was able to try to stand up.

Waaah, I was pulled down to the ground again by the dog collar. Damn old man. I had no choice but to crawl over and untie the buckle on the water pipe. Unfortunately, I couldn't untie that damn buckle no matter what I did. I had no strength in my hands and my body was all limp. I had been exhausted by the frequent orgasms. I collapsed and sat down in the urinal. I didn't care about the dirt anymore. I was so tired that I leaned against the wall and fell asleep.

When I groggily woke up, it was already getting dark. The rain had stopped sometime ago, and it seemed no one had come in during that time. Otherwise, the man who came to use the restroom and saw a naked woman lying in the urinal, chained up with a dog collar, would probably never forget it!

I tried to untie my collar again, but after a long time, I still couldn't get it off. I made myself dizzy and lightheaded, and by the time it was completely dark, I was still at a loss, helplessly chained up in the men's restroom. It

had gotten dark, and about four hours had passed since I started running around naked. From the naked woman in the woods, to the bitch having sex with the old man, to the perverted, filthy slut rubbing her genitals in the urinal, to finally lying naked in the men's restroom urinal, unable to escape, it all felt like a dream. Now, after my orgasm, I was lying naked in the urinal, shivering. I had brought this on myself; I played with fire and got burned!

After a while, I heard footsteps approaching. Someone was coming. Without my lewd thoughts, I really didn't know what to do. Should I, a naked woman lying in the urinal, seduce someone and beg them to untie me?

In my current filthy, despicable state, trying to seduce someone? If there was any beauty in seducing the old man back then, now he'd be vomiting! If I called for help directly, I'd probably be greeted by a reporter from a local news channel. Tomorrow I'd be on TV naked with those two dildos next to me, the topic being "Perverted woman trapped in men's restroom while masturbating."

Just as I was lost in these thoughts, the footsteps reached the door. Whatever, I'd leave it to fate!

The person stomped their foot at the toilet door, cursing, "Why isn't there even a light?"

The toilet was pitch black. I lay in the urinal, barely daring to breathe. I couldn't see anything. I felt someone feel their way in through the wall, standing on the urinal above me. I lay below, holding my breath.

"Whoosh!" A stream of liquid splashed onto my face. The man started urinating; it was foul-smelling and he was even whistling. The urine ran from my face onto my breasts and then down to my vulva, giving me a thorough urine bath.

After he finished, he whistled and left. I was so annoyed, but I had to accept it. What made me happy was that I suddenly realized the collar around my neck could be unfastened. I loosened the clasp and took it off my head, finally able to stand up. My feet touched the dildo attached to the ground, so I yanked it up and threw it into the latrine. I was furious! I couldn't find the other one anywhere, and I didn't want it anymore. My priority now was to find my clothes.

Stepping out of the restroom, I realized it was much brighter outside than inside. The moon was high in the sky after the downpour. My high heels were still on, making a "thump-thump" sound on the concrete. Not wanting to attract attention, I immediately took them off and ran barefoot into the grove. Thankfully, I found my hidden bag without much trouble; otherwise, I would have gone home naked!

Finally, I had my dirty body covered. Today's experience will be unforgettable. Will I ever expose myself again? Thinking about how I humiliated myself today is disgusting, but the uncontrollable spasms and the climax still make me decide to do it again if I have the chance. Hopefully, I'll run into someone like that old man who'll play along again, hehe!!

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