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[Xiao Lan's Personal Account] 

Chapter 1 A Little Confession




Hi everyone, my name is Wang Xiaolan, but everyone who knows me calls me Xiaolan. I'm twenty-three this year, and

I haven't found a man I like yet, let alone gotten married. It's not that I'm ugly and nobody wants me; on the contrary,

it's because I'm too beautiful. All the men who pursue me only have eyes for my body. As soon as they get close, they start

groping me, touching my breasts or my thighs, which is extremely annoying. If you count on your fingers,

the number of times these bad men have groped my ample breasts is astronomical!


I want them to know that I'm not a promiscuous woman, so when they do anything wrong to me,

I'll dump them to their faces, without giving them a single chance.


You can call me petty, but that's a woman's privilege!


Looking back, it's understandable why they're upset. Although I'm conservative in my thinking, my personality has a tendency to be somewhat revealing.


Whenever I go out, I always like to wear thin clothes and short skirts, making my devilish figure very obvious, leading them

to misunderstand that I'm a woman who does whatever she wants! However, just because pretty girls like to wear revealing clothes doesn't

mean I'm a slut, the kind of woman who'd suck a man's penis and penetrate her vagina the moment she sees him, right?


Hmm, let's not talk about those pathetic men. Anyway, I got a good dinner from them, so letting them touch

my breasts and pinch my thighs isn't a loss for me. It's even, nobody owes anyone anything.


Speaking of revealing, I think "sexy" is a more appropriate word to describe myself. I'm not like those sexually frustrated

sluts who deliberately flaunt their white breasts and intentionally reveal their rosy nipples to lure men in

. That's really too despicable and unbecoming of our feminine dignity. As I said, my clothing is less

revealing , but it's not intentional flaunting. The clothes I buy are all designed and coordinated by professional designers,

which is why they're so outstanding. Perhaps my figure is too standard, or perhaps people often have prejudiced views, causing them to mistake my sensuality

for revealing!


Even so, I haven't changed my style. I still dress boldly to satisfy my personal desires.


My favorite outfit is the mini lace skirt. Firstly, it shows off my long, shapely legs, and secondly,

I love the short hem rubbing against my thighs – it gives me a strange, inexplicable pleasure. It

feels like a man's hands caressing my thighs, but without the roughness, just the right amount of pressure,

making me incredibly excited.


So, when I walk, I always like to mimic a model's pose, swaying my hips, trying to make my thighs

meet the hem of my skirt to create the sensation I crave. However, this behavior often leads others to mistakenly think I'm a flirtatious,

promiscuous woman! Especially those older, lecherous men, staring intently at me with their piercing eyes, making me incredibly

embarrassed. Fortunately, over time I've gotten used to it, often adopting the attitude of "seeing but not touching, the one being spied on doesn't lose anything


." On the contrary, after a while, I feel a sense of pride! Perhaps women are naturally inclined to enjoy being

theft?


Chapter Two: The Trouble Caused by Sexiness


It's all because of sexiness that even my three-year-old neighbor, Xiaoming, likes to cling to me. Every time I get home from work,

this tiny little guy waits at my door, wanting me to hug him on both sides. He's just a kid, so of course I

abandon my feminine reserve and wrestle with him. I never imagined this little devil, so precocious, would occasionally use this as an excuse

to sexually assault me!


One afternoon, Xiaoming sat on my doorstep, waiting for me to return. As soon as I got out of the car, before I could even stand up straight,

he pounced on me, his delicate hands wrapping around my long, slender legs, his face pressed against my stomach.


I was startled by this sudden action, but the real show was yet to come. I never expected a three-year-

old to behave like this; his hands began to wriggle, lifting my mini-skirt and shamelessly

groping my buttocks! I quickly straightened up, pulling my skirt up to prevent any accidental exposure. But it was all

too late. The old man who had brought me back was staring intently at my genitals, drooling and looking lecherous

, making me incredibly embarrassed.


I quickly bent down to pick Xiaoming up, but something even more shameful happened. Xiaoming's hands

had somehow shifted their target from my buttocks to my breasts, and while I was bending over, he mischievously ripped off my

tight low-cut dress! My 36-inch breasts, which had been practically spilling out, bounced out of my clothes,

swaying dazzlingly in front of everyone. To make matters worse, I had gone braless that day, so my breasts were now

exposed, and the tender red nipples were trembling in the open, providing a feast for the eyes of passersby.


Everything happened so suddenly, and helpless, I could only cry out, pick up Xiaoming

, use his face as a shield, pressing it tightly against my breasts in an attempt to cover my private parts, and then hurriedly run back into

the house.


I collapsed onto the sofa, utterly exhausted, too tired to straighten my suit, letting my aggrieved breasts

sway . The erotic scene from earlier kept replaying in my mind, my face flushing red. Was it shame

or excitement? I was conflicted… I only knew that my slender fingers were out of control, groping haphazardly at my private parts,

my juices flowing like a fountain, sticking to the inside of my pink thighs.


I breathed heavily, my desire burning through my body. Ignoring all shame, I pulled my mini-skirt up to my waist,

my hands frantically stroking myself. My reason was consumed by lust; I fantasized about being a wanton slut, wanting to call upon

every man in the world to fuck me.


“Mmm… fuck me! Uncle driver…” The image of the taxi driver’s lewd and embarrassing

state flashed through my mind, my lust intensifying, and I couldn’t help but moan out.


"Ah..."


Just as I was reaching the point of ecstasy, I suddenly realized that a wriggling object was penetrating inside my vagina,

feeling even more intense than my delicate hands. I opened my eyes knowingly and saw Xiaoming with his head between my pink thighs,

his tongue lightly teasing my vulva.


"No... Hmph..." I protested softly, clinging to a sliver of reason, but it quickly vanished.


The feeling of being played with was too wonderful, and I had to turn my initial resistance into acceptance. I deliberately

raised my hips so that Xiaoming's tongue could penetrate deeply.


"Inside, in further... Ah..." My desire was overflowing, and my absurd demands grew even stronger.


My hands pressed tightly against Xiaoming's head, preventing his tongue from leaving my vagina, its round and slender shape...

Her thighs attacked from both sides, locking Xiaoming in so tightly he could hardly breathe.


Ah… I came, a warm current surged through my body, my whole body went numb, and I experienced one orgasm after another. After a long while,

my whole body finally relaxed.


Only then did Xiaoming raise his head and innocently say to me, “Sister’s juice is so delicious!”


I was exhausted and could only smile and ignore him. I never thought that all my efforts to guard against the advances of the opposite sex would

end up being defeated by a three-year-old child.


Chapter 3 The Elder’s Good Girl


I am slightly different from women of today. Young girls all like young men, coveting their good looks

and “assets,” but for me, the personality of young men is unstable, and I feel no sense of security. On the contrary, I

prefer older men, especially uncles, because being with them makes me feel

radiant.


Ah Ling is my close friend, and she often laughs at me for being perverted, for degrading myself, for putting a beautiful flower in cow dung.


She often tried to assimilate me, telling me many stories about her sexual experiences with young men. She often said that the young men

's penises were hard and firm, providing a satisfying feeling upon penetration, and the orgasms came one after another, leaving her

vagina feeling utterly helpless.


Ah Ling was absolutely right; I had similar experiences, but I disliked them intensely.


I complained that they were too rough, their penises hardening too quickly, and before I was fully prepared, the hard rod was already

inside me, thrusting violently, without any pleasure whatsoever. The older generation, the more experienced, the better. They not only

knew how to evoke emotions but also how to guide me gently, from which I benefited greatly. So, whenever I had free time, I would dress up

and go to the park to chat with lonely uncles.


Today I woke up early, and considering it was Sunday and I didn't have to work, I decided to go for a morning run in the park

and maybe a "friendship wave" with the uncles and grandpas doing their morning exercises!


I deliberately slipped on the white miniskirt I used to wear for tennis in high school, along with a sleeveless, low-cut bodysuit, and casually

applied heavy makeup. As I was getting ready, I noticed how alluring I looked in the mirror. I hesitated, gazing

at my almost completely exposed pink legs and the glimpse of white underwear beneath the skirt.

A blush ; it seemed my exhibitionist tendencies were even stronger than before!


In the park, I jogged freely along the path, my full breasts swaying from side to side, attracting many "spectators."


Several muscular men approached me to chat, but I remained indifferent, ignoring them completely, because my purpose

in coming was for the older men to "observe" and "enjoy."


After running for a short while, I became breathless and my blood was boiling—not from the intensity of the exercise, but from the sheer

passion! It was that short skirt that was causing the trouble; as I ran, it carelessly brushed against my legs, igniting

a burning desire within me. I loved that feeling, like being violated by a pervert on a bus. I

twisted my hips, making my skirt ride up higher, increasing the friction.


Gradually, I felt a wetness spreading through my genitals—ah, even my juices were flowing out!


Just as I was lost in desire, a figure brushed past my breasts. I was shocked, feeling

my breasts slowly swell, the tips of my nipples peeking out from under my tight clothes. Ah, I'd

forgotten to wear a bra. Now, with just a light touch, my nipples stubbornly stood erect, defiantly

displaying themselves .


I instinctively let out a soft moan, pressing my hands against my breasts, while observing who had been so lucky

to touch my ample bosom.


Ah, it was a bespectacled old man—just what I wanted. The bespectacled old man was

knocked to the ground , his glasses flying off. Watching his adorable search for his glasses, a sudden thought stirred

within me. I imagined my alluring body being played with by this bespectacled old man, a prospect that would surely bring me to an even higher level

of climax. A brilliant idea struck me—I decided to seduce him!


Before he could find his glasses, I loosened my belt, almost completely exposing my right breast. I deliberately pulled my

already short skirt up even higher, revealing my pink legs to the very end, and intentionally used my fingers to tease my genitals,

exposing my pubic hair outside my white panties. This outfit was sure to shock this bespectacled old man again.


Sure enough, as I predicted, the bespectacled old man put on his glasses, saw my seductive appearance, and stumbled again.


I couldn't help but chuckle as I stepped forward, putting on his glasses, intentionally or unintentionally bringing my almost exposed right breast

close to his face. He was like a hungry infant, licking his lower lip, eager to grab my breast and greedily suckle.


I chuckled inwardly, using the pretense of helping him up to press my snow-white breasts closer

to his cheek. Ah, the bespectacled old man's face was burning hot, just like my own little hole, eagerly awaiting his

caresses. The bespectacled old man was quite the actor, his hands around my waist, his face occasionally rubbing my breasts,

making my blood boil. I helped him to a small pavilion, where he reluctantly parted from my right breast.


He thanked me profusely, but his eyes roamed mischievously over my body.


"Uncle, are you alright?" I asked him in a low voice, playfully stretching and pulling

my skirt up higher, revealing my pubic area.


"I'm fine, I'm fine..." the bespectacled old man replied absentmindedly, his gaze fixed on

the pubic area beneath my skirt, his dark pubic hair the focal point.


"Uncle, what are you looking at with your head down?" I asked in a coquettish voice like an eighteen-year-old girl.


The bespectacled old man finally snapped out of his reverie, looked me straight in the eye, and made an excuse: "Nothing, nothing,

I just tripped and fell, my neck hurts a little."


"Let me rub it for you," I readily agreed, running behind him and busily rubbing his shoulders with both hands.


"Uncle, does it feel good?" I pressed my breasts against his back, my hands sliding down his neck to his

chest , the massage turning into a caress.


"Mmm, so comfortable!" the bespectacled old man replied contentedly, closing his eyes to enjoy this free service, but his hands

couldn't help but move to his crotch and rub it. "Hey, what's wrong with Uncle's crotch? Do you want me to help?" I asked curiously


, pretending to be an innocent little girl .   "Okay, okay, Uncle's crotch is itchy, can you scratch it for me?" the bespectacled old man happily requested.   I smiled knowingly, quickly turned around and knelt at his feet, gently unzipped his pants, and pulled out his penis.









I looked at the bespectacled old man with innocent eyes and said, "Uncle, is it this soft, squishy thing causing

trouble ?"


The bespectacled old man grinned wickedly and coaxed me like a little girl, "Well, little girls should listen to their elders, okay?

Help me wake this thing up."


I played along, pretending to be an innocent little girl, lovingly rubbing

the old man 's penis and saying, "Don't worry, Uncle, I'm a very obedient girl!" After saying that, I started working,

stroking the already semi-erect penis.


I just love watching a man's penis slowly grow. And I think only old men have this kind of "

skill ." Watching the old man's penis gradually swell made my lust even higher. I held the old man's penis in one hand

and played with it, while the other hand inadvertently moved to my vulva under my short skirt and caressed it.


Seeing my lewd behavior, the bespectacled old man became even bolder. He ripped off my low-cut, tight-fitting dress, revealing

my two mounds of flesh, swaying and trembling before his eyes, incredibly alluring.


"Ha, you little slut, let your uncle teach you how to be a real woman today!"


With that, the bespectacled old man spread his legs wider, pressing my head down with one hand and grasping his semi-erect

penis with the other, forcibly shoving it into my mouth. I couldn't breathe for a moment, so I had no choice but to

swallow . Ah, a penis that was neither too soft nor too hard, I loved it. I sucked it in desperately, like a little girl greedily licking

a candy candy, savoring every bite.


The bespectacled old man couldn't resist my sucking either, and he groaned. He frantically pushed my head, using my

small mouth as a vulva, thrusting in and out mercilessly. I didn't care either way, using my little vulva as a mouth,

my fingers as the bespectacled old man's penis, thrusting in and out rhythmically.


"Ah, bespectacled old man, you're so good!" I murmured incoherently, my mouth filled with his penis.


"Hmm, the little girl's mouth is sharp; she woke the bug up quickly." The bespectacled old man also started

babbling .


His words jolted me awake; I felt that his penis was harder and more erect than before, no longer a dead snake.


My mouth was stuffed shut, so I could only make muffled noises through my nose to show that I was also enjoying

the old man's treasure.


A moment later, I felt a warm flow into my throat, but I was powerless to resist and could only

swallow it. It smelled of semen; I thought the old man had reached his climax, because his erection gradually

softened .


I spat out his penis and nestled my body against the four-eyed old man's chest, crying out, "Uncle

, you're so naughty! You want me to eat your semen!"


The four-eyed old man stroked my chest, taking advantage of the situation to coax me, "Sweetie, Uncle's semen is delicious

! It'll make you even prettier!"


I nestled against his chest like a little bird, pretending to be his niece, and replied, "Uncle, I'm not

lying I want to eat more in the future, okay?"


The four-eyed old man laughed heartily, his hands freely sliding across my beautiful legs, his fingertips occasionally and intentionally touching my overflowing

vulva. Soon, my lust was reignited, and I shamelessly

begged ear, "Uncle, will you rape me?"


The four-eyed old man was filled with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow. He was happy to have met such a wonderful slut like me. He was sad because he was

old and frail, and after this encounter, he could no longer get an erection. I'm a sensible woman, and to salvage the situation,

I said, "Uncle, come another time, I have to go now."


The bespectacled old man's expression changed from sorrow to joy, and he quickly nodded in agreement. Before leaving, I took off my

white underwear, carefully wiped the sweat from the old man's forehead, and casually tucked it into his pocket,

playfully saying, "This is for you as a souvenir, take good care of it!"


"Hmm, an older man's penis is still the best!" I thought to myself, skipping along as I continued my morning jog in

the park , searching for another lucky old man…


The End

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