Becoming an ex-girlfriend's sex toy under her skirt

Just this time last year, I invited my two cousins to sing karaoke at the "Wind" karaoke bar.
In the karaoke bar, I overheard my two cousins telling me that they had seen
Xiao M during their May Day holiday trip to Guangzhou. I quickly asked them where they had seen her and if they knew what she was doing in Guangzhou now
. My younger cousin said they saw Xiao M at a nightclub called "Piao," where she worked as a hostess.
They even saw her leave with two men that night. They sandwiched her between them, their
hands groping and pinching her buttocks and breasts, while she flirted and punched them,
seemingly unashamed.
Xiao M was my high school classmate; she was the school beauty, a proud princess. She was also a
heartless, vain girl.
I suffered terribly trying to win her over. In the end, after she had her fun with me, she threw me away like a used shoe
.
My two cousins got up and went to sing. I sat alone, took a couple of sips of wine, and my thoughts drifted back to
the days and nights I spent with Xiao M…
On the first day of school, Xiao M came to register wearing a pomegranate-colored dress. She was very pretty, with a
perfect figure, and her body was more developed than the other girls. But her eyes couldn't hide a seductive air,
and she exuded an undeniable lewdness.
The next day at school, we had to rearrange the seating. Since I was the class's life committee member, I was responsible for arranging the seating,
so she became my deskmate again.
She was a good student, but also had excellent organizational skills. When the class elected class monitor, she
won . Thus, she became my deskmate and also my supervisor.
As the life committee member, I had to lead the inspection of each dormitory's cleanliness every week. But when I went into the class monitor's dormitory, it
was always a mess.
Her underwear and other women's items were still lying around on the bed and in the hallway. Afraid that
the students following behind me would see the mess, I helped her tidy up
her . As a result, she always got the highest hygiene score.
What's infuriating is that one day, she stopped me in the garden hallway and asked me where I had taken her underwear
. Good heavens, what a kind-hearted woman! How could I take her underwear? Besides, what could
I do !
But she wouldn't let it go. She said that if I didn't hand it over, she would report me to the principal. The principal is her uncle.
Later, I not only bought her a new pair, but also agreed to several conditions. First,
I had to go to her dormitory to clean it before every weekend inspection; second, I had to wash her underwear;
third, I had to be available whenever she needed anything in her dormitory.
She said, "You need to take good care of everyone's food and daily life; that's what makes a qualified student life committee member.
" I said, "If every student life committee member were like you, I'd be overwhelmed." She said, "As long as you're good to others,
as long as 're good to me, you're a good student leader. I'll guarantee you your scholarship every semester; the title of outstanding student leader won't fall into
someone else's hands. "
That spring outing, we went hiking, and we were both at the very front.
Halfway up the mountain, there was a depression that the students below couldn't see into.
We got there first and saw that the students behind us were far behind. She said, "I'm so tired, student life committee member.
There's no place to sit here. Why don't you lie down so I can sit and rest for a while?
" I had no choice but to lie down, and she sat on my lap.
After sitting for a while, she said, "Sitting like this isn't comfortable," and then straddled my stomach.
She said, "I have something to tell you. I'm not wearing underwear today. I thought it was too hot climbing the mountain, and I wanted to let my lower body breathe
and cool down."
Sure enough, she lifted her denim skirt, and I saw she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
She said, "I really need to pee right now.
" I said, "There's no one around, hurry up and do it.
" She said, "You know, there's only so much space here. Wherever you go, everyone will see. I'll be so
embarrassed!" She said, "My lower body is so close to your mouth right now. If I could use your mouth to pee,
there wouldn't be any trace left.
" Seeing I didn't say anything, she said, "You're my class monitor, you have to help your skirt-wearing classmates.
" I said, "Then sit on me and take your time." She laughed happily, sat on my mouth, and thoroughly urinated
inside . And my oral skills are superb; I managed to keep it perfectly dry.
Now I'm in trouble. She said to me with a smile, "With such a great skill, you'll be my
dedicated 'sanitary utensil' from now on."
Sigh, it's true what they say, the capable are always burdened with more work, and a good donkey is used until it dies. Who told me to be so honest!
So, every day I had to do so many things for her, act as her servant, and I neglected all my studies.
During a weekend quiz, I couldn't remember a word, so I asked the girl sitting next to me, M.
She glared at me and wouldn't show me. Now I regret ever sitting next to her.
She could use any of my pens and notebooks; she could easily go to class without books. She'd just look for things in my bag if she didn't have them, and even if I
was using something, she'd let her use it first.
Despite all this, she still treated me the same way when it mattered most. After school, she wanted me to buy her
a cold drink , saying it was punishment for cheating. I really lost everything. She even went to the cold drink shop
and only ordered three large glasses of watermelon juice. She offered me one, but I said I wasn't thirsty.
She said, "You're the one who doesn't drink." After saying that, she picked up the cup and gulped down most of it.
I'd never seen a girl eat like that before; so hearty. For a minute, I thought she was really cute.
After she finished drinking, we went back to school. All the other students had gone home. She invited me to her dorm.
Once inside she closed the door, pulled down her skirt, and told me to lie down on the bed quickly. I asked her what was wrong, and she said she needed to pee,
and it was urgent.
Why was she so self-righteous and entitled to make such requests now, as if I
were just her obedient sanitary pad? What gave her that right
? But even as I was thinking this, I lay down, and almost simultaneously, she sat on top of me, her
lower body pressing against my mouth. Her urine practically sprayed directly into my stomach, urgent and forceful.
I said, "Why is there so much?" She said, "It's because you didn't drink it at the ice cream shop. Since you wouldn't drink it, I had to
drink it all." Anyway, she was right no matter what, so I didn't say anything. After she finished rinsing
, I slowly wiped her genitals with my tongue, drying off the remaining moisture.
Just then, she said, "It feels so good when you lick me." She told me not to go back to the dorm, but
to sleep with her, and that she wanted me to lick her.
So she turned off the light, lay flat on the bed, and told me to kneel between her legs and lick her
. She told me to stick my tongue inside her vulva. Her body had already started rubbing against me. My tongue licked a membrane inside her vulva
, and she told me to be gentle and not to break it.
She licked for a long time, then suddenly clamped my head tightly between her legs and held it with her hands, rubbing her lower body
frantically against my mouth. A lot of sticky fluid gushed from her lower body.
It didn't taste strange to me, unlike her mineral water. She told me to swallow it quickly and not get it on the bed.
At this point, I asked her if I could have sex with her. She replied, "You're more like licking my ass!"
From then on, she became increasingly unrestrained with me. Even when she went to the toilet, she would drag me in, though
she would blindfold me first. Other classmates didn't seem to care. After she finished,
she would make me use my mouth to clean up her messes. Sometimes, when she was in a good mood, she would even ask other girls to use my
mouth .
Later, when other girls invited her to their birthday parties, she wouldn't buy them gifts; instead, she would tie a red ribbon around my neck
and give me to the birthday girl.
Those girls thought they might as well use me since they'd have to pay me back anyway, so they didn't treat me well at all,
always making my stomach bloated and uncomfortable. The next day, the red ribbon was left behind, and I was back
with Xiao M.
When Xiao M ran out of money, she rented me out to rich female classmates who wanted to try something new. If I met
a good one, I was lucky; if I met a bad one, I'd be tortured and deformed.
She controlled me very strictly; if any female classmate tried to use me without her permission,
she considered it illegal and smuggling.
One day, a female classmate, my friend, saw that I was the only one napping in my dorm, so she secretly came in, climbed onto my
bed, took off her underwear, and sat on my mouth, wanting me to lick her genitals. At that moment, Xiao M came in. The classmate said she came to
relieve herself, but Xiao M forced her to defecate and urinate in my mouth before letting her leave. My friend
had no choice but to do it; she defecated and urinated in my mouth with tears in her eyes.
After my friend left, M insisted that I lick her underwear and socks clean, and forbade
me to drink a drop of water for a week. When I was thirsty, I could only beg her to urinate on me to quench my thirst.
My good friend secretly gave me an apple, and when she found out, she told her best friend to go to the women's restroom and
fill a
toilet that toilet bowl and making me reach for it and eat it.
All these secret acts of my friends were ruined by her, so they wanted to fight her
to win the right to protect and use me.
Their method was simple: see who could sit on my mouth the longest and urinate the most. But in the end,
all my friends failed because they couldn't bear to sit on my mouth for too long.
Later, they had to go back to their dormitories and carefully relieve themselves with
things , while Xiao M could safely use my tongue to serve her.
Even so, in the end, Xiao M still left me. During that time, I felt lost, empty, and
helpless , drinking myself into a stupor all day, and never closing my dormitory door. Every girl in school could use me. My dormitory
became their public toilet, and my mouth became their public sanitary ware.
After graduation, I went to the army. For three whole years, I didn't encounter a single woman, and every women's toilet I saw
was a world of men... In that harsh environment, I also developed an iron-like
strong body.
After being discharged from the army, I returned to my hometown. Not wanting to work, I became a local gang leader. Local casinos and
brothels all had to accept my protection. When I went to protect brothels, I never went into the men's restroom, only the women's. Sometimes, if
I saw a pretty prostitute squatting and urinating, I would shove my penis into her mouth and make her drink my urine.
Afterward, she would lick my penis dry with her tongue.
As for those women who dared to disobey me, well, their tongues were only good for wiping my buttocks. I
only went into the women's bathhouse. I would have one woman in front of me and another behind me scrubbing my back.
I would make them take off their clothes, one lying face down, the other climbing on top of the other, and then I would take turns
penetrating their nearly intertwined vaginas. I wanted revenge, revenge on these vile women…
After a few years like this, I felt incredibly bored because I felt no love. Many times, I would dream
of Little M. It turned out I hadn't forgotten her; my love for her was still greater than my hate, or rather, a mixture
of love and hate . But for other women, I had no interest whatsoever; it was purely for venting, for revenge. I
vented all my hatred for Xiao M on these women who were innocent to me.
Later, I found out that a few years ago, she had been secretly
having sex . When her husband found out, he beat her severely.
She divorced him and then started an affair with one of his partners. I heard she's been with
many probably at least two hundred.
That day, I finally saw her on the street. She was still as flirtatious and arrogant as ever. She really didn't realize she was
now a worthless slut, a real whore, a rotten person, a prostitute
—I think every word, however filthy, is fitting to describe her.
But to get her, I pretended to be more obedient than I was back in school. When I first saw her,
I acted scared but also wanted to please her. I still invited her for a cold drink. After sitting for a while, she said she needed to use the restroom.
I quickly said, "Those were the good old days. I wonder if they'll ever come back." She laughed
and said, "You're still talking about the old you, even though you've gotten quite muscular now.
" I said, "Yes.
" She said, "Then let's hurry to that hotel."
When we got to the hotel, she took off her underwear and said, "I don't have anything to give you for this meeting, so I'll give you
this as a keepsake." Thinking back, I actually lied to you back in school, saying you stole my underwear. I
knew you were shy then and would fall for my trick.
I carefully put away the underwear, which was covered in her vaginal fluids. After thanking her, I lay flat on the bed.
Her hairy, warm, and fragrant, moist vulva slowly pressed against my mouth,
face, and nose. I felt like parched land finally receiving rain and nourishment…
After that, I became her private toilet, rag, and sex toy.
One day, we both drank too much. When we got home, I licked her on her bed for a long time, and she also sucked on my penis
for a long time.
Now her lower body was completely empty, and her tongue could no longer find any resistance when it went in. In her
excitement , she would desperately clamp my head between her legs, pressing it deeper into her body with her hands,
all the while moaning, "Go in a little deeper, lick it in a little deeper; go in a little deeper, lick it in a little deeper..."
She no longer had the caution and apprehension of her student days. Her body swayed, her genitals rubbing desperately against
my face, nose, and mouth, her juices flowing freely.
I asked her, "Can I have sex with you?" She replied, "You'd better be my private toilet." She
added , "You're only fit to lick my ass." This is a harsh insult women in my hometown use to curse men. The original
saying is, "Even if you lick my ass, I'd still complain about your rough tongue." "Rough tongue" refers to the roughness of the tongue's surface
. The amplified version of that line was: "You're only fit to carry my shoes, empty my chamber pot, and lick my ass." I said, "
Can I lick your ass now?" She said, "Sure. After I climax, go rinse your mouth, and I
'll let you lick to your heart's content tonight."
When I woke up in the middle of the night, the moonlight outside the window was like water. She was already asleep. My head was still between her legs, and my mouth
was still at her anus. I had been breathing in the scent of her anus and genitals until I fell asleep. In the dim
moonlight, I saw that her anus was really beautiful, like a chrysanthemum blooming at midnight. I stuck out my tongue and lovingly
licked it again.
Stimulated by my tongue, she woke up and said she needed to urinate. After I straightened my position, I helped her slowly
sit on my mouth. Her clear, sweet spring water flowed into my body again. I drank the nectar beneath her
, admiring her as she rode on my head, sat on my face, and pressed her lower body against my mouth,
irrigating my little m with the mineral water from her body.
Moonlight spilled onto her white body. She looked truly beautiful, like a Venus statue.
(The End)

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