【Aman's Lewd and Shameful Exposure Diary】(01) Author: Aman

Author: Aman
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times has this happened...?

No matter how many times I resolve to change

, I always relapse.

Every time I see a sexy tank top or

an incredibly short miniskirt,

an indescribable desire ignites within me.

I imagine myself in those clothes, alluring and

basking in the voyeuristic gazes of men.

Just thinking about it excites me. My

vaginal fluids flow like a stream

, telling of how much I crave the thrusting of a man's huge penis

in public places, on every street corner, to take my place.

Maybe I'm just that kind of perverted exhibitionist

. No matter how many times I throw those sexy and obscene clothes

or the erotic costumes I bought online

into the trash can, I will still buy a whole bunch of them again

soon. The decreasing sense of guilt and worry that they will affect my real life prevents me from engaging in such perverted and absurd behavior. But whenever I find that a man is staring at my big breasts, admiring my beautiful legs , or even secretly filming me up my skirt with a hidden camera, all my sense of morality will be thrown to the wind. Instead, I want to be seen more. I wonder if he will regret not directly violating my wet little hole when he gets home and sees his secretly filmed video ? Do you really want to fuck me? Actually, I really want to be fucked too... Maybe it's a way of affirming myself. Many men look at me and stalk me, proving that I'm still very attractive. Since I was a child, the desire to expose myself has always been pushing me. I've always run and work out on the sports field to get a beautiful 56cm waist . I also have a 101h bust that doesn't match my innocent appearance , and it's getting bigger and bigger. My friends call me "Explosive H Girl" and say that not only are my breasts 100h cups , but my clothes are also very revealing. I don't think it's very revealing, just a little bit of cloth . When I was studying abroad, I lived near the airport. Because it was an international airport, the salary was quite good, so I took a part-time job at the airport, which was basically a cleaner. I sometimes have to answer passengers' questions, mostly confirming they've gone to the correct gate. Although the airport is large , there are many full-time cleaners. I speak both Chinese and English, so I can help many passengers. Therefore, the cleaning staff, both older men and women, are very kind to me. I can choose my shift time and location. International airports are open 24 hours a day, and although there are fewer people at night , staff are still needed. The pay for the night shift is more than 1.5 times higher than the morning shift, so I choose to work the night when I have time off. The cleaners prefer the early shift so they can spend time with their families, so they finish their cleaning work in the morning. When I'm alone at night, I hardly have to do anything; I only need to clean the toilets once an hour. Let me describe the working environment: the place I work is a zoo. The zone only has four gates (77-80) at the end of the airport, with only two men's and two women's restrooms. One men's and one women's restroom are located at the very back, near gates 79-80. If gates 79-80 are closed, almost no one will go there to use their restrooms. Since gates 79-80 are almost never open in the early morning, the restrooms at 79-80 can be set up so passengers only need to use the restrooms at 77-78. Therefore, my workload is usually only half, and after cleaning, I have time to use my phone and study. Surprisingly, I can still memorize things, so my grades that semester were better than when I wasn't working. There's no designated uniform for part-time workers; only a green zippered vest is mandatory, with "Airport Staff" written on it for identification. The temperature in equatorial countries is no joke; nighttime temperatures often exceed 30 degrees Celsius. Because I was doing odd jobs , I needed to stay at gates 77 and 78 after cleaning . I checked the information desk between gates 79 and 80 to see if any passengers needed help. If gates 79-80 weren't open, the central air conditioning in those gates would be less effective, and the lights in the restrooms and gates would be dimmed to about a third of their normal brightness. The lights would only gradually brighten when someone passed by, then dim again when no one was around. So, standing at the information desk between gates 77, 78, 79, and 80, facing gates 77-78, it would be dark and hot behind me . Therefore, if I wanted to stay inside, I would naturally wear as little clothing as possible. The information desk was a circular table with cylindrical glass surrounding it, like a bank teller counter. Basically, no one could see under the table how short my skirt was, or what I was doing. Sitting there, no one would know. At that time, I didn't have any bad intentions; I wanted to be a good kid. After all , being caught at my workplace would be terrible , especially at an international airport— I wondered if it would make international news.

So even though I wear very little to work,

I tell myself it's just because I'm stuck in the sweltering information desk.

Of course, as the days go by,

my mood changes...

The most exciting part of this job

is cleaning the men's restroom. While

cleaning, I put my shorts back on, which I had prepared for the information desk.

Interestingly, sometimes when I go into the men's restroom to clean, I

intentionally or unintentionally see some men urinating.

When they notice me, they panic and say "hey hey hey."

At that moment, I stop, widen

my already large eyes, and look at them with a smile, asking, "what can help?" When they see the airport attendant and cleaner badges on my clothes, they say "oh nothing" and then hurriedly tuck their penises back into their pants. Sometimes their urine gets on their clothes, and I gently smile and pick up a tissue to wipe the soiled areas. Cowardly men immediately run away. Some bolder men, noticing I'm peeping at their penises , won't immediately put their penises back after urinating; they'll deliberately hold their penises... My brother would rub his hands together , even turning to face me before slowly adjusting his pants . The foreigner's size was really big , making me blush and my heart race . I had to hide in the women's restroom at gate 80 to masturbate. For a while , I'd been reading too many erotic novels and watching too many erotic movies , and I started getting horny again. I even went to the men's restroom stall 79 to masturbate. Every time a man came in, I was terrified. Luckily, I was never discovered . I always waited until no one was around before leaving the stall . Once, after masturbating to orgasm in stall 79, I thought no one was outside, but when I walked out, I found someone urinating outside. Luckily, he had his back to me. When he turned around, I pretended to be nonchalant, acting like I was cleaning, and that's how I got away unharmed . Besides boldly masturbating in the men's restroom stalls , sometimes I even looked into the information desk and masturbated directly when no one was watching . Over time, the clothes I wore to work became increasingly revealing, basically just tank tops , short skirts, and crop tops. The skirts got shorter and shorter, and I even bought those ridiculously short erotic skirts and wore them to work, even while cleaning the men's restroom. Sometimes I wouldn't even wear athletic shorts anymore, just a short skirt . Looking in the mirror of the men's restroom, I saw that when I was standing, the skirt could barely cover my underwear, but whenever I bent over or did anything else, my underwear was always completely exposed. Seeing myself dressed so obscenely, I couldn't help but masturbate . One day, I was on the night shift, from 9 pm to 6 am. The airport where I worked was hit by a typhoon. Although the news said the typhoon was weakening , many flights were canceled. But actually, the weather near the airport wasn't too bad, at least that's what I thought, being an outsider . There was no notice that I didn't have to work that day, so I went to work as usual. Before leaving, I struggled with whether or not to wear underwear. My bras had already been packed away, piled up deep in the drawer. My nipples were noticeably protruding, as if telling everyone I was a perverted woman who liked to expose herself. In the end, I decided to wear underwear on my way to work, only taking it off at the information desk. Since I was wearing underwear, it wouldn't matter if I wore a shorter skirt, right? I chose a super short one, less than 18cm long. The miniskirt was a white tennis skirt with pleats. When I was standing still, it could just cover my underwear, but when I moved or it was windy, it wouldn't cover me at all. With the slightest movement, my underwear would pop out. The light, fluttering skirt made me feel cute, and the way my head swayed in the wind satisfied my masochistic desires. I was also well aware of the risks: what would happen if a sexy woman with revealing clothing was cleaning in the men's restroom? So I bought condoms and kept them in my work vest. If something did happen, I hoped the stranger would use them. On the way to the airport, it was drizzling. Because it was typhoon day , there were fewer people than usual , but there were still plenty of men staring at me and men coming towards me. I got a lot of stares because they could clearly see my sexy underwear under my super short miniskirt, which was constantly being blown up by the typhoon. My umbrella was almost useless. The raindrops blown by the strong wind hit me from all directions, making my white tank top see-through. Even without close inspection, the shape of my nipples was clearly visible, and even the pink of my nipples in early spring. At this point, the stares were 100%. Some men even followed me all the way to the airport restricted area, only stopping in disappointment when they couldn't enter. I used my bag and umbrella to cover my lewd appearance and went into the zone. I put on a green work vest and jacket. The auntie who took over the shift talked to me about some handover matters and then went back to pick up her child. I was the only one left in the zone. Having just been ogled, I was burning with lust and immediately took off my underwear at the information desk to masturbate. Today, not only were 79-80 closed, but even 78 was closed. Flight 77 wouldn't arrive for another 3 hours. The entire zone felt like my room all to myself.

Yet it was my familiar workplace.

Masturbating in a public place excited me greatly.

My vaginal fluid had already flowed down to my thighs.

The white vest made me feel uncomfortable,

so I took it off

and put on a green work vest.

The zipper of the vest could only be pulled up to the front of my chest

, but on me it became a super low-cut dress,

revealing my deep cleavage. My

nipples became two obvious protrusions on the work vest.

Ah, what did I look like dressed like?

This exposed state

made me incredibly aroused.

My fingers couldn't satisfy me, so I masturbated,

and the more I wanted it, the more I

wanted a vibrator. I kept thrusting and

hitting my G-spot,

pushing deep into my uterus.

I took out a 20cm long vibrator from my bag.

This is the vibrator I usually use.

I don't know when I became so lewd that I even brought a vibrator to work. It

was covered in protruding bumps.

I fixed it to the chair at the information desk

and sat down impatiently.

Ah~ It felt so good!

My vagina was wetter than usual,

so the massage could penetrate my vagina without any obstruction.

This vibrator could accurately stimulate my G-spot

and push into my cervix.

Normally, I only dared to turn the vibration intensity down to the lowest setting.

When I turned it on, it felt like I was ascending to heaven.

Thinking that I was in a public place,

and sometimes my workplace, the psychological stimulation

of masturbating with such a great vibrator was really strong . The vibrator kept rotating and vibrating inside my vagina, and I orgasmed in no time. My vaginal fluids flowed all over the chair and even the floor was wet. Thankfully, I had just returned from a storm. If anyone asked, I could say it was water from the umbrella. I turned off the massager and rested for a bit. I saw that the wind and rain outside the window were even stronger than before. I also saw the news that flight number 77 was delayed and might be canceled. It seemed that no one would be coming to this area for the time being. I thought about leaving the information desk and walking to the floor-to-ceiling glass to look at the wind and rain outside. The feeling when I stood up from the chair reminded me that I wasn't wearing underwear , but my desire overcame my reason. Didn't I decide when I left that I would take off my underwear when I got back to the airport? And now that no one was around, there wouldn't be any problems. I convinced myself and walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass of window 79. The lights went from dim to bright, as if welcoming me. Usually, the view from the airport is very good, and nothing can obstruct the view. This is especially true for the international airport where I work. There are large areas of floor-to-ceiling glass where you can see very far. The view of the storm outside from the airport is also very special. I stayed in front of the glass for a while. Since I didn't move, the lights in window 79 dimmed again. The sudden dimming of the lights... Reflected in the glass, I could see my current appearance. Because the air conditioning in the 79°C station was weaker, the moisture was harder to evaporate. My hair was soaked with rainwater mixed with soy sauce, sweat from masturbation, and my thighs, calves, and shoes were wet with the semen from my recent orgasm. My work vest was small and tight, and my large, voluptuous breasts stretched the fabric in the front, turning it into a crop top. To avoid obstructing my view, the sleeves were large , revealing my side breasts and a large area under my armpits. It was obvious from the sleeves that I wasn't wearing a bra. The zipper only reached my chest, revealing a deep cleavage. My nipples, hardened by excitement, formed two obvious protrusions on the vest. You didn't need to look closely to see them. The most outrageous thing was that my white miniskirt was completely see-through when wet, like a thin veil . The weight of the moisture made the skirt cling to my skin, revealing the skin tone of my entire upper thighs and buttocks. I wasn't wearing underwear. From the front, you could also vaguely see my neatly trimmed dark brown... Lin , oh, so lewd! I was worried someone might see me , but looking around, there was no one in the entire zone. I was looking at myself through the glass. I'd just climaxed, and I wanted it again. So I stood there masturbating in front of the empty tarmac outside the glass. The feeling was indescribable . The thrill of being afraid of being discovered, the nudity and masturbation in public... I was touching myself all over, one hand pulling up my skirt, massaging my clitoris , the other unzipping my vest , playing with my huge, lewd breasts that many men dream of, rubbing my nipples. "Nobody's here... I won't be discovered..." I told myself, my movements becoming more and more intense. And so, I reached my second climax of the day. I collapsed weakly onto the floor, the floor covered in my juices . Because my movement was so big, it turned on the light, startling me. I thought someone was passing by , but it was just me. Looking at myself through the glass, my vulva dripping with juices, and my exposed breasts , the lust in my heart hadn't diminished at all because of the climax. I wanted more stimulation! I needed a vibrator , so I left my zipper undone, letting my huge breasts sway with my steps. I went back to ask the police for my vibrator. At that moment, I didn't care if someone saw me; I 'd rather have a strong man take me right there and then.

I walked all the way to the information desk,

but there was still no one on the entire network.

I picked up my vibrator,

and at the same time, an announcement came over the network

saying that the typhoon was moving towards the airport and

that the airport was temporarily unable to operate,

with all flights delayed . I

also received a message on my phone that part-time and general staff could leave work on their own

or choose to stay at the airport and wait for the storm to subside.

A more wicked and lewd thought arose in my mind

: to masturbate in the men's restroom! And not in a toilet stall!

I was surprised that I had such a lewd thought,

but I was also very excited

and felt that I had to do it.

I put the vibrator into my bag

and at the same time saw the sexy underwear in my bag

. Why would I need to wear underwear?

I arrived at the men's restroom

and went in after seeing the sign outside

. The first thing

I did was tear my pair of erotic underwear, which consisted of only a few strips of fabric, into pieces and flush them down the toilet.

I didn't turn on the lights in the men's restroom,

but the light from outside seeped in through the ventilation vents,

and the brightness was enough for me to see myself in the mirror.

My huge breasts were swaying under my unzipped tank top,

and my skirt was so short that

a slight movement would reveal my underwear.

Because it was so hot,

I took off my tank top and skirt.

I was left only with my shoes and socks.

In the men's restroom, this was even more exciting than being completely naked!

My vagina was overflowing with lustful fluids

and needed to be plugged.

I inserted the vibrator into my vagina,

and it slid in without any resistance,

stimulating my clitoris, G-spot, and cervix again.

I started masturbating wildly,

my legs clamping the vibrator,

my hands rubbing my huge, wanton breasts.

I orgasmed once in front of the mirror and once on the urinal.

Multiple orgasms made me collapse onto the floor.

Luckily, I didn't slack off on cleaning; apart from the lustful fluids from my orgasms, the floor was still quite clean.

Although I orgasmed four times

, I was still not satisfied.

Whenever I thought about how I was masturbating naked in the men's restroom

and how I looked in the mirror wearing only shoes and socks,

my body just wanted more pleasure.

I decided to set the vibrator to the strongest

setting. I had only used it once at home, and

my memory of that time was just a crazy orgasm

until the vibrator's batteries ran out.

I inserted the vibrator into my vagina again,

gritted my teeth, and turned it to the strongest setting.

My G-spot, clitoris, and cervix immediately... Under the intense stimulation,

I couldn't help but cry out.

I enjoyed several more orgasms on the floor like that.

After about an hour,

I couldn't take it anymore

and pulled the vibrator out.

There was a large puddle of my vaginal fluid on the floor.

I thought it should end here for today

, but I didn't even have the strength to stand up. With

great difficulty, I stood up,

holding onto the sink, and put

on my miniskirt and white tank top again.

When I put on my tank top and white tank top,

I realized that the tank top was wet from the rain.

The tank top and skirt were like see-through clothing.

I could see my two nipples clearly protruding from my white tank top.

If you looked closely, you could even see that the nipples were pink. I could see

the semi-transparent skirt and the vaginal fluid between my legs.

I didn't know what it looked like.

Suddenly,

the light in the men's restroom was turned on,

and several men walked into the restroom.

I was completely caught off guard.

"I knew it! I just heard a girl moaning. You didn't believe me. Look! Isn't there a slut
hiding in the men's restroom masturbating?"

"It's true. We can kill some time while waiting for our flight."

"No, no, no... I just went into the wrong restroom..." I argued.

"Is this your semen? Is this your vibrator? You've been masturbating in front of the urinal for so long and you still haven't
realized this is a men's restroom?" A man who looked very dignified asked, picking up the vibrator I had dropped on the ground.

"I..."

"Wow, look closely, this girl is dressed really hot!"

"I've never seen such huge breasts on an Asian woman before!"

"Her innocent appearance and her lewd breasts are such a mismatch."

"What's even more mismatched is her clothing. Look how clearly her nipples are sticking out. She's not wearing
a bra, is she? "

"Did you guys see the length of her skirt? It's fucking short!"

"I think she's not just not wearing a bra, she's not even wearing panties, is she?"

"The lights aren't very bright even with the lights on. Is she wearing panties or not? She's definitely not wearing a bra."

"Want to bet on whether this beauty is wearing panties? I'm sure she isn't!"

I leaned against the sink, and they surrounded me, commenting on
me without any intention of letting me speak. But even if they did let me speak, what could I say?

Their gazes never left my large breasts and beautiful legs.

Their burning eyes seemed to see right through me.

I really enjoyed being looked at. I feigned

surprise, my hands pressed behind my back on either side of the sink,

making no attempt to cover myself.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew

back the central air conditioning

, and an announcement came on

: "The flight at Gate 77 on Zone 77 is delayed, but will depart in four hours

." "Oh, beautiful, we still have four hours to play."

"I..."

Just as I was about to speak, the central air conditioning blew up my skirt, exposing my bare vulva
to everyone's gaze.

"I told you he wasn't wearing any! I'll be the first one up!"

"I bet you really enjoy being looked at, don't you?" another person said.

"I...I didn't..."

"Otherwise, how could you not be wearing underwear and such a short skirt?

You're not even wearing a bra, and you have such a lewd face. You're trying to seduce someone to come and fuck you, aren't you?

Look, your pussy is soaking wet.

You have such big, useless breasts, you can even see your nipples!" "

Please! I just finished masturbating, I orgasmed a lot, I'm so tired, can you please leave me alone?" I really didn't
know what to say, so I could only plead like this

, "Didn't you just say you went into the wrong restroom?"

"I..."

"You lied. Now you need to answer my questions properly, and we might treat you
better based on your answers."

"Yes..."

"Where did you say this was?"

"It's the men's restroom..."

"What did you just do here?"

"Masturbate..."

"Answer me completely, where did you just do what?"

"I just masturbated in the men's restroom..."

"With this vibrator?"

"Yes..."

"Was it inserted like this just now?" He forcefully shoved the vibrator into my vagina.

"Ah!"

The others swarmed around,

touching my breasts and buttocks.

"If you keep answering our questions properly, we'll turn off the lights and keep the 'Cleaning in Progress'
sign outside. Otherwise, every man who comes in can rape you."

"Yes...okay..."

"But you should keep your moans down. If someone hears you moaning like that, I'm not responsible."

"Boss, I can't hold back anymore, I'm going to go first. Please continue asking questions!"

"Tch, honestly, they can't even hold back."

They turned off the light

and pulled out their penises.

Seeing the enormous thing between their legs, I felt

no fear of being violated

, but rather anticipation.

They dragged me to the middle of the men's restroom

, made me stand, and fucked me from behind.

Each of their penises was no smaller than my vibrator,

piercing my clitoris hard.

"Ah...gently...gently..."

There were five of them

. Two grabbed my hands, making me masturbate, and

the other played with my large breasts.

Their leader sat on the sink,

took out his penis, and made me give him oral sex.

While they were fucking me, I asked many questions

about what happened today.

Their leader had meticulously recorded everything on his phone.

While I was being gang-raped, they asked me about my masturbation that day,

and then pretended to see me in the mirror being gang-raped in the men's restroom.

My expression showed no disgust.

Their penises were all very thick and long;

every thrust was so pleasurable I couldn't bear it. If it

weren't for the huge cock I always had in my mouth,

I would have screamed.

The five men changed positions many times,

and each of them ejaculated inside my cunt at least twice.

I also had at least a dozen orgasms from them.

My skirt stayed on and wasn't taken off, while my

vest was pulled up to my chest,

and both of them were covered in semen.

Later, I was so fucked that I couldn't even stand up,

so they continued to rape me on the ground. They

helped me to any corner of the toilet and fucked me.

Every toilet seat and urinal had water stains from our debauchery.

I was gang-raped by them,

their cocks constantly thrusting in and out of my cunt.

The questions their leader asked me

eventually turned into a monologue.

They made me read it aloud while they were fucking me, and they even took my phone and filmed myself.

"My name is Aman, I am a student at XX University, 160cm tall, 48kg, and my measurements are
101H, 56, 84. I am an absolute slut, and I always carry..."
" I love being looked at by men, so I never wear a bra when I go out. Today I wore a super thin white tank
top and a super short mini skirt. I came to the airport to let the men stare at me, but then I regretted it and dropped my sexy panties into
the men's restroom and flushed them away. I secretly masturbated with a vibrator at the information desk and had
an orgasm once, then masturbated in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass and in front of the mirror in the men's restroom and in the urinal in the men's restroom and on the floor of the men's restroom five times. My cunt is still unbearably itchy, so I begged five men to fuck my cunt and mouth, and I also asked them not to use condoms and to ejaculate inside me. I am enjoying their defilement now. I am grateful that they are willing to use their penises to fuck my slutty cunt and play with my slutty breasts..." This is what I said while sitting on the ground riding a penis, with two men masturbating me, and I had a penis in my mouth . They also asked me to smile in front of the camera and pretend to be happy. Cute, and they even made a victory sign. I was gang-raped for over three hours before they asked if I was on flight number 77. I said no, so they kept going at me until the last few minutes before boarding. Before leaving, they sent the lewd photos, spoken words, and videos they had taken of me that day to the boss's phone . Finally, they threw me in the toilet stall. I was so exhausted from being fucked that I couldn't move at all. They then inserted my vibrator into my vagina and turned it on full blast. They put the phone in front of my eyes and put headphones on me , playing the clips they had just taken with my phone. Then they left. Listening to my own moans and seeing my lewd state as I was being raped, and hearing the lewd words I uttered, made me orgasm many more times. When the vibrator was pulled out, semen kept flowing down from my vagina , down my legs , and even my socks and shoes were soaked with semen . My whole body was covered in their semen, even my hair. I rested for a while and finally managed to get up.

I hastily cleaned the men's restroom

and rushed to the shower room. Luckily

, the airport had shower rooms for passengers

, and no one saw me.

If the airport hadn't had shower rooms,

I would have gone back covered in semen.

I rinsed myself clean.

My vest and skirt, because they were covered in semen, also needed washing.

To remove the smell of semen

, I used shower gel.

After washing, my clothes

were soaked through, unlike when I was caught in the rain.

I didn't have a towel to dry myself off.

I tried to dry myself and my clothes as much as possible

, then put them back on.

The two pieces were so transparent they were like veils;

you could see my skin

from a distance, and it was obvious I wasn't wearing a bra or underwear.

I chose the least crowded route to escape the airport.

It was early morning, still dark,

and raining.

I opened my umbrella to shield my face

and used my bag to hold down my skirt and cover my lower body,

but I couldn't hide my huge breasts and

unusually prominent nipples, which were shaking violently because I wasn't wearing a bra.

As I walked, the wind and rain intensified

, and my umbrella was blown inside

out. I had to run home.

The rain was so heavy

that visibility was extremely limited.

Also, due to the typhoon and the time...

Because it was early morning, there was practically no one on the street. The wind

was so strong that my skirt was constantly billowing up;

I tried to hold it down, but it was no use.

I felt like a pervert running naked,

but the feeling of being almost completely naked in the street was incredibly stimulating.

I decided to walk slowly

, even though I was too tired to run.

Luckily, no one was coming towards me.

Occasionally, I'd encounter one or two men on the opposite side of the street, sheltering from the rain under the arcades.

They would all stare at me.

I would deliberately walk even slower ,

or even stop to rest,

so they could see me more clearly. It seems

that even after what happened today,

I still enjoy being stared at by men . My vagina

, stimulated by their gaze, became wet again,

and even some semen that was still inside leaked out.

After returning home,

I took another long shower,

took the morning-after pill, and

lay in bed resting.

Thinking about what happened today , I felt

no regret for exposing myself;

instead, I felt excited.

I took out my phone

and bought more revealing clothes online,

played videos of myself being raped,

listened to my own lewd confessions again

, and masturbated until I orgasmed several times before finally falling asleep.

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