I am a slutty school beauty

Although I'm known to everyone that I'm a girl who loves masturbation and is naturally promiscuous, I won't reveal my name yet, since it's not good to reveal too much online. Because I was exposed to those things in my senior year of high school, and then I got a boyfriend and naturally had sex with him, my grades plummeted. I went from being above average to being in the bottom ten of my class. But I don't regret it. At least my university life is okay now. Since most of the students at this university are like me, failing grades, the atmosphere is, as you can imagine, quite different. Luckily, in this era where looks and figure matter, I have both. While I might not be a campus beauty, I'm definitely the most beautiful girl in my department and class. Just looking at my face is enough to make people drool, not to mention my slender waist and 34D breasts. So, quite a few boys pursued me. This also satisfied another of my interests: having sex with male classmates. I think I'm the kind of person who can't live without a man, but I do have standards for a partner: he has to be handsome, tall, and strong. I feel that only a strong man can give me a good time. This reminds me of my ex-boyfriend. Just talking about him makes me wet. My ex was the president of the basketball club in college. Yes, that's cliché, right? Maybe girls like guys who play basketball, haha. He was very sunny and handsome, and he always made me scream and beg for mercy. One time, he was so good that I couldn't get out of bed the next day and had to skip class, while he was still playing basketball as usual. Unfortunately, we've broken up now. He was two years older than me, and when I was in my second semester of college, he went to do an internship. We kept in touch then, but gradually, he started seeing someone—maybe a very pretty and rich girl at his workplace. And so, I was dumped. She knew I'd had many boyfriends before him, and I think that's why she ultimately dumped me. But I wasn't discouraged. You can't have something new if you don't try something new. To be honest, I'd been wanting a change of pace for a while. But I also knew those guys were just after my looks. I was going to let them see but not touch, only dreaming of what they couldn't have. Being naturally promiscuous, I started wearing all sorts of revealing clothes. Low-cut tops, my breasts practically spilling out from under the low V-neck, but barely covering my nipples; or wearing short skirts that barely covered my buttocks, walking along the tree-lined paths of the campus. Whenever I did this, I'd see many upperclassmen and classmates stealing glances at my body. Every time I saw their lustful eyes, I felt incredibly proud and arrogant. In my heart, only handsome men were allowed to be with me; no man would ever dump me. But being single for so long inevitably left me feeling empty, and gradually, this emptiness transformed into "actions." Wearing revealing clothes wasn't enough for me anymore. I started wearing revealing clothes, just nipple covers, or thongs that barely covered my crotch, to school dances and even nightclubs and bars, having fun in the middle of the dance floor, enjoying being taken advantage of by all sorts of men. Once, my breasts were touched so much that my nipples stood up, and even the nipple covers couldn't stay on. Another time, a man discovered I was wearing a revealing thong, spread my legs, and stuck his long fingers inside. Just thinking about it makes me want to ejaculate right now and masturbate. Getting back to the point, this increasingly decadent lifestyle made me more and more lewd, even a bit perverted. Because I hadn't had sex with a man for so long, I developed a liking for and habit of masturbation, and I enjoyed exposing myself in public, playing thrilling "sexual games." Lately, I've developed a particular fondness and obsession with masturbating in public. I find a secluded spot, preferably one where people of the opposite sex might be around, like the classrooms or library at my school. Some of the passageways aren't locked at night, and I've tried masturbating alone in the hallway of our classroom building. I quietly put on a thong, high heels, and a thin, sheer nightgown with flower-shaped nipple covers underneath. I stood at the corner of the passageway; it was pitch black, with only moonlight streaming in from the corridor, making it clear. I first leaned against the wall and touched my vulva. After finding some sensation, I started parting my labia and teasing my clitoris. Gradually, my clitoris peeked out, a small one protruding from my labia, seemingly yearning for stimulation. "Oh," I gritted my teeth, letting out a soft moan. Just then, a security guard passed by downstairs and suddenly turned on his flashlight. "What's that sound? I think someone's upstairs!" The security guard shone his flashlight down the corridor. Startled, I immediately ducked and hid. But it was too late. The two guards discussed it and decided to come up and check. As I was thinking about how to hide, I heard footsteps on the stairs. Suddenly, a cat ran by. "Meow~" The cat meowed and ran down the stairs. "Oh, it's just a cat," the two guards said, seemingly relieved, and turned back with their flashlights. I secretly rejoiced. Luckily, there were quite a few stray cats and dogs on campus, otherwise, I didn't know what would happen if I were discovered dressed like that. The teachers at schools these days aren't very ethical, let alone the security guards. If they saw me standing so provocatively in the corridor, they might just pin me down and do it. After my secret relief, I kept an eye on their movements until they were far away before daring to move again. This time, for safety, I went up another floor. This time, I went straight to the corridor in front of the office. This is the corridor of the principal's office, and the door wasn't even closed. That old bastard principal, every time he sees me, he leers at my breasts. I want to love this. Leaning against the door, I kneaded my heavy, huge breasts. "Oh," "Hmm," I bit my lip, my expression one of suppressed pain. I wanted to cry out, but I couldn't. The lesson I learned earlier had taught me not to be so reckless, so I had to hold it in. Holding a pure little rice bowl, I'm asking for a reward~ Empty chapter, please support me. It's not easy to write at midnight, Peach will definitely work harder. Although I write with the only time I have before bed every day, or rather, I write by taking up my own sleep time, seeing that someone is subscribing and reading makes me very satisfied. Keep going~ I will update more often. Chapter 3: Masturbating in the teaching building 2 High H. After a while, I felt my nipples getting itchier and harder, but my nipples were firmly stuck on with nipple covers, so they couldn't stand up or be soothed. This discomfort was unbearable. So I looked around to make sure no one was there and it was safe, and then simply tore off the two nipple covers. "Haha," I reached out and placed the nipple stickers on the principal's office door. My two nipples, still carrying the scent of my breasts...The principal will definitely like this post. He'll want to know who did it, but he can't find out their identity, haha. I think his penis was already hard at that time. I started rubbing my clitoris again. My clitoris had shrunk a bit because it was startled by the security guard's flashlight and footsteps, but it immediately protruded again when I rubbed and pressed it. At the same time, a lot of vaginal fluid came out. That's right, I want it. "Oh." I tightly clenched my vagina, sliding my fingers outside the opening, but I just wouldn't go in. I was fantasizing about different men rubbing my breasts and touching my vagina. My vagina is the kind that is very beautiful. Although it has been fucked by different men countless times, strangely, it has not turned black as people say. This should be related to my natural constitution. After a while, I was already unable to bear it anymore. The indescribable huge emptiness inside my vagina made me desperately need to find something to insert. So my finger slid. "Oh~" I suddenly stimulated the sensitive spot inside the opening. A sudden surge of pleasure sent a jolt through my body, like a bolt of lightning. I curled up, arching my back, my left hand tightly clenched between my thighs, my middle finger deeply inserted into my vaginal opening. As the climax approached, I vigorously and rapidly stimulated it. The more I did it, the more pleasurable it became, until I couldn't help but let out a soft "meow." Finally, with each thrust, I ejaculated. In the moonlight, my face flushed, my nipples pushing against my thin lace nightgown, and my two pale thighs beneath it were soaked, as if they had just been cascaded by a waterfall. The thin thong couldn't stop the flow of my juices, and my inner thighs were damp with the sweat of my climax. My noises no longer attracted the attention of the security guards; perhaps they had already gone far away. I calmed myself for a moment, then, using the moonlight, I continued walking along the moonlit corridor, my legs pressed together. Who could imagine that the usually pure and innocent campus belle, the one so hard to win over, would be so lonely and empty that she'd be masturbating alone in the teaching building, wearing only a thong and exposing her breasts? I walked to the other side of the stairwell leading to the principal's office, but unfortunately, that stairwell was blocked off. "Damn it, now I have to go back the way I came." Going back the way I came was not only far, but it wouldn't be as exciting or thrilling either. But there was no other way; I had to go back. So I turned around and started walking back. My vagina, still a little swollen from my recent orgasm, became even more sensitive as I walked, rubbed and squeezed by my inner thighs. But to get to a different spot quickly, I quickened my pace. As I passed the principal's office door, I mischievously stuck my finger into my vagina and smeared it vigorously, my hand full of vaginal fluid, which I then smeared directly onto the principal's doorknob. Haha, that old man, I can already imagine his surprised expression when he opens the door tomorrow. After smearing the principal's door, I headed straight for the stairwell I had come from before. I walked down the long, dark staircase until I reached the first floor. I breathed a sigh of relief. Where to go next? As I hesitated, a flashlight shone from around the corner. Oh no! I'd been rushing, and in the dark, I'd been so focused on my surroundings that I hadn't noticed the two security guards had returned to this building. I quickly held my breath, barely daring to breathe. By then, the two guards were only a few meters away from me. "Did you hear anything in the stairwell?" one of the guards asked suspiciously, shining his flashlight towards the teaching building. "I think you misheard. There was a cat, wasn't there? Maybe it's still inside. There's nothing valuable in this building. These days, computers aren't worth much, who would steal them? And those lab equipment and instruments, even if someone stole them, they couldn't take them." "That's true," the guards said, and then walked away with their flashlights. I crouched on the stairs, sweating nervously. They passed right by me, at one point only a meter or two away. Besides hiding behind the stair railing, I had almost no other cover. They could easily see my lewd body with just a flashlight. Thinking about it, I almost moaned out loud, but thankfully I held back. These vulgar, dirty, and sweaty security guards didn't deserve to have sex with me. Thinking this, I quietly got up from the stairs and crept towards the girls' dormitory. There were no obstacles on the way, and the aunties checking the rooms were already asleep. I quietly slipped back to my room, and then Lin Xiang, who was on the upper bunk, asked me where I had been. The dormitory was dark, and the moonlight shining through the small window made it impossible to see anything, especially since she was asleep. She had been woken up halfway and was too lazy to even open her eyes, so she didn't notice anything unusual. "I just went outside for some fresh air. It was too stuffy in the room, and I couldn't sleep." After saying that, I lay down on the bed. "Now it's okay, I'm going to sleep. You should go to sleep too." After saying that, I closed my eyes. But my fingers kept teasing my labia, gently stroking them, trying to find the lingering pleasure from before. I felt I'd been too timid; I should have gone further, found more places, and masturbated more often to truly enjoy it. I kept rubbing my clitoris, constantly teetering on the edge of orgasm, then immediately stopping. I was afraid that if I made a sound, I'd lose control. Now, all I needed was a man. While masturbating like this was pleasurable, it was nothing compared to a real man, especially a strong, powerful one. Thinking about it, I felt waves of orgasm washing over me, even more intense than before. Repeated unfulfilled desires had driven me almost mad. I finally couldn't resist and got up and ran to the toilet. "Oh," I groaned softly, my fingers quickly penetrating my vagina. Despite my best efforts to suppress it, it was still so alluring, making it obvious what I was doing. Fortunately, no one noticed this time, because they were all asleep and hadn't heard my kitten-like moans. After I'd had my fill, I finally calmed down, turned on the tap to wash my butt and hands, and then went back to bed. [The End]

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