[Exposure]

Exposure

Through online chat, I met Ling, a very modern girl from the same city. Because of our

similar personalities and ages, we quickly became close friends who could talk about anything. Since our families lived relatively close by, we

often met up.

As we got to know each other better, our conversations gradually became more sexual. She had

lived for a while and was quite open-minded; I heard many things from her that I hadn't known before.

"Foreign girls are very open," Ling said. "We should follow our physical desires and not be bound by

traditional etiquette."

Listening to her talk about her past relationships, I couldn't help but feel a little restless. Curious and excited,

Ling encouraged me to try it, starting with "exposing myself."

Following Ling's advice, one afternoon, unable to resist, I decided to give it a try.

First, I had to choose my clothes. Ling said this was crucial: show some skin when you want to, and don't show anything when

you don't .

First, I picked out a denim skirt, the kind you wear over your pants. It was a bit stretchy, but very short,

just past my buttocks. If I bent over even slightly, my buttocks would be exposed, and my vulva

and anus would be clearly visible from behind. Then I grabbed a button-down tank top, buttoned up to below my breasts. Wearing it like this,

it would cover me well if I didn't move, but with the slightest movement, my breasts might be exposed, and from the side,

it would be easy to see what was underneath.

Wearing this outfit, I took off all my bras and stood in front of the mirror. Twisting my upper body, it was easy

to see my red areolas and nipples from the side. Sitting on the chair, without pulling down the skirt, my pubic hair

was visible. Seeing this, and thinking about what I was going to do later, my heart started racing, and I was already

getting wet…

I grabbed a trench coat, knee-length, so I could show some skin if I wanted, and not if I did

n't.

I put on some makeup, went out, and walked to the bus stop, choosing a starting bus that had a longer route.

After boarding, the bus wasn't crowded. I sat in a two-seater window seat in the last row.

People without seats usually don't stand in the last row. After one stop, the bus started to get crowded. A woman

sat down next to me, and I thought, "Looks like I might not make it today." But to my surprise,

she , and a man in his forties, who had been standing in front, sat down.

He didn't look sloppy; I don't like men who look dirty.

I put my hand on the belt of my trench coat, my heart pounding. This

feeling of fear, tension, yet anticipation excited me, and my nipples gradually hardened.

I steadied myself, then slowly unbuttoned my trench coat, pulling it open to my sides. I didn't dare move,

my legs crossed, checking myself. Nothing was showing yet, but if you looked closely, you could vaguely see my nipples

pushing against the fabric, suggesting I wasn't wearing a bra.

I glanced at the man out of the corner of my eye. At first, his gaze would occasionally sweep over me casually, but

after I took off my trench coat, his burning gaze frequently lingered on my upper body and thighs.

His hand would touch me every now and then, but perhaps due to his concerns, he didn't go any further.

I shifted my body and pulled my trench coat up over my shoulder. As I did so, I noticed him staring at

my chest, his eyes wide. I knew he must have seen my entire breast. Then, while he was looking at my

thighs , I lowered my legs, shifting my body slightly to make myself more

comfortable. I looked out the car window, glancing down, and clearly saw my pubic hair and

the barely visible part of my genitals.

The man placed one hand on the back of my seat and the other gently on my leg. I

feigned surprise and gently pushed away his hand on my leg.

He wrapped his arms around me, one hand around my shoulder, the other gripping my thigh tightly.

Then, the hand that was around my shoulder slipped under my armpit and squeezed my breast through my clothes. Caught off guard, I

couldn't help but gasp, then quickly covered my mouth. Seeing this, he became even more brazen.

His right hand, which had been touching my thigh, lifted my shirt, while his left hand slid across my side, eventually covering

my breast. "Little sister, your breasts are so big, and your nipples are so pretty, so white," he said with a laugh in my ear.

"No, don't do this," I pushed him away, not with much force. His hands were now entirely on my breasts, kneading

my nipples, causing a slight stinging sensation, yet also an indescribable pleasure. "Someone's seeing,

please don't do this!" I deliberately pleaded pitifully, twisting my body.

With each movement, my skirt slowly rode up, and I could now see my entire pubic area.

"Oh, little sister, you don't have much pubic hair, I can even see the slit. Your breasts are pretty, and your pussy looks nice too, let your brother

touch it." He said as he started touching my pubic hair, pulling it back and forth, which hurt a little.

He bit my earlobe and said, "Open your legs." "No." "Quickly, or I'll lift your shirt up."

Hearing his words, I obediently opened my legs a little, making it seem like I had submitted to him.

This way, his hand could easily reach my pussy.

"Mmm," I couldn't help but moan the moment he touched me. He pressed my clitoris with his fingers,

sometimes hard, sometimes light, and squeezed my breasts with his left hand, pinching my nipples with two fingers and pulling them back and forth, making me feel

wave after wave of pleasure. In no time, I was soaking wet, and my body was so weak. He asked me, "Do you want me to fuck you

? Look how wet you are, how about I fuck your little pussy? Huh?" "Ah!" He forcefully shoved two fingers into my

vagina, this time silencing my screams. He moved his fingers in and out rapidly, stirring them around inside me.

I moaned softly, leaning against him. "Look how slutty you are, you like being fucked by men, don't you?"

He pulled my legs wider and wider, almost to a 90-degree angle. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I felt

his fingers suddenly pull out of my vagina, then he tied my trench coat around my waist and quickly pulled me

off the bus .

Had we reached the final stop? No, where was I? I wondered. I only saw a building under construction...

The building under construction was getting closer and closer. We squeezed through a small gap in the fence. Since it was lunchtime, the workers had

probably all gone to lunch, so there was no one in the building.

As soon as we entered the stairwell, he pressed me against the wall, lifted my shirt, pinched my breast with one hand,

pinched my nipple with his fingers, and bit the other one, sucking and biting. With his other hand, he pulled my skirt up to my waist,

probing my vagina, repeatedly inserting his fingers, so forcefully that he almost inserted his whole hand, making me feel both pain

and numbness, and I couldn't stop moaning.

The fluid flowing from my vagina ran down my thighs to my calves, like I had urinated.

He licked my nipples for a while, then squatted down, raised one of my legs, and hung it on his arm, starting to

lick my genitals. My mind went blank, and I was overwhelmed with pleasure.

He curled his tongue around my vagina and inserted it, pressing my clitoris with one finger. Ah, I felt like I was about to climax.

He suddenly flipped me over, made me bend over, spread my legs, and stick my butt out. He started licking

me from behind. Ah, it felt so good. When he licked from my anus to my vagina, I

had came a lot.

He looked at me and smiled, then slowly unzipped his pants and took out his already hard, purple penis. He

held my head down and pressed my mouth against his penis. I knew he wanted me to give him oral sex. I started licking him,

his penis going in and out of my mouth. Just when my mouth felt like it was about to get sore, he pulled out, pulled

me up, made me stand up, made me hold onto the wall, raised my buttocks, and penetrated me from behind. "Ah!" "It's big,

it hurts!" "In that instant, I felt the blood rush to my head.

He thrust into me from behind, about a hundred times, then flipped me over, lifted one of my legs,

grabbed my breasts tightly with both hands, and thrust into me from the front. He thrust in very deep and very hard, as if he wanted to pierce me through.

Then he made me kneel on the ground, sticking my butt out high, and he used his fingers to insert into my vagina and anus from behind. Ah, it was so itchy

inside , I really wanted something to be inserted, thrust in hard, thrust in deeply, only then could I stop the itch. I

kept twisting, 'Can't hold back anymore, you little slut,' he inserted his fingers very slowly, pinching my nipple with one hand. 'Use

your hands to spread your buttocks open, and say, let brother fuck your little slut,' that feeling was both painful and pleasurable.

I used my hands to spread my buttocks open, exposing my entire vagina, 'Brother, fuck my little slut, come quickly!'

He took his hands out, and his penis thrust in hard, ah! " I screamed, feeling like he was about to shove my intestines out

. As he fucked me, he kept saying, "Fuck, watch me fuck you, fuck, so fucking good, I'll fuck you, you little slut."

Hearing these shameful words only excited me more, and my screams grew louder and louder. Soon, my second orgasm

came.

We fucked each other from behind, from the front, with me kneeling, and on my side in various positions. When I had my third orgasm

, he ejaculated on my ass. Later, he smeared his semen on his fingers and put them on my anus,

then inserted one finger inside, saying, "Next time I'll fuck your ass." "Okay," I replied, feeling

too weak to speak.

When I finally had the strength to walk out, it was already afternoon. We exchanged phone numbers, and he gave me 500 yuan

when . I thought he'd taken me for a prostitute. But he said no, it was because he felt incredibly

excited and good, and seeing how I was so exhausted I couldn't even stand up, my legs unable to close, he

didn't think anything of it and gave me the money. We contacted each other a few more times afterward, but it wasn't as

exciting . Gradually, I started to distance myself from him. After all, he had a family, and I didn't want to be chased at knifepoint.

That bold act filled me with longing for sex. I felt that sex was wonderful, especially

the stimulating kind. I didn't notice when he was having sex with me, but when we got home, I realized

I hadn't . Later, I learned that the workers building the building just happened to be off work that day; otherwise, who knows

what might have happened. After I told Ling about it, Ling snapped at me: "What could have happened? At most, you'd have a few more

orgasms ." That annoying guy.

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