[Confession of a Prostitute] Author: Unknown

Confessions of a Slut

Author: Unknown
Word Count: 5368 words

I'm hopelessly addicted... I love being looked at by men. In high school, a few close friends and I liked to dress
very provocatively and go shopping together. Many boys would steal glances at us, which gave us
a sense of conquest, accomplishment, and excitement.

I've had a few boyfriends. My second boyfriend, to be honest, I thought he was a bit of a pervert. He often liked to buy
me very erotic clothes to wear before having sex with me. He especially liked those lace stockings that only went up to my thighs, and he wouldn't let
me take them off. He would always do it from behind like that... He said that excited him more. I didn't feel anything; I
thought the front was better. But it was alright, so I went along with him.

The first time I used a vibrating penis was also because he bought it. Ha! I really thought he was a bit strange, but I'd never
tried it , and I was genuinely curious about what would happen after it entered me. So I didn't blame him. After that, I would often
secretly use it when he wasn't around. It felt completely different from sex. The feeling of fullness after penetration, then
the vibration spreading from within, constantly stimulating the clitoris, and then reaching a point where you wanted to stop but couldn't
, feeling completely controlled by the vibrating penis, experiencing continuous, frenzied orgasms.

Later, when my boyfriend was using a dildo on me, he would often ask me if I seemed particularly excited, and whether I liked his penis or the vibrating dildo. I always
said I liked his, but my mind
was already lost in the vibrating hell. The thought that just as I was about to reach a frenzied state, he would
pull the dildo out my body and replace it with his real penis made me feel hate for his penis. Just thinking about this would cause my vagina
to involuntarily contract, as if trying to tighten around it, to keep it from leaving me.

Later, we broke up because of personality clashes. Was it really because of incompatibility? I doubt it myself, but
I will never let him or anyone else know. It's a secret mechanism in my body that no one knows about. Once it's inserted and that switch
is turned on , I can only fall into a frenzied orgasm, unable to stop.

After entering university, since I didn't have a boyfriend, wasn't bad-looking, and wasn't shy about showing off my figure, many boys started
to appear me. Classmates, friends—even walking around campus, people would stare at me, bringing back
the feeling I had in high school, being looked at by everyone, feeling both proud and excited.

When they looked at my innocent face and my sexy outfit that accentuated my curves, I knew what
they were thinking: "This girl dresses so provocatively, she must really like being fucked," or
"It would be so great to penetrate her and make her moan." Some even fantasized that I was
constantly , yearning for a large penis to penetrate me.

Actually, I enjoyed the lewd gazes of men; it amplified my pleasure. While they watched me lost in
their sexual fantasies, they were unaware that I was feeling the vibrations in my groin, about to reach a sensual climax. Every time
this happened, I had to endure it while moving my weak legs toward the dressing room or a secluded corner,
suffering the predicament of my groin being constantly wet with vaginal fluid, my vibrating penis about to slip off, afraid of being discovered, painfully enduring the
pleasure of the vibrating penis, while outwardly pretending to be nonchalant, greeting classmates I encountered, my mind only thinking about
getting to a secluded place to vent my frustration.

Recently, a friend told me that the pleasure of anal sex is incomparable to intercourse, and my curiosity was piqued again. I think I'm
a little abnormal! But unlike her, I don't have a boyfriend now, and I feel that inserting and thrusting in the anus is really dirty,
so I'll try using a dildo myself to see how I'll change. If I'm going to do it, I might as well go all the way! I thought to myself,
unaware that my body would reach such a frightening level.

That day I had six classes, but no classes in the first two in the morning. In the morning, I secretly masturbated in my room behind my parents' backs.
When I was extremely excited and my vaginal fluid was overflowing, I inserted my favorite three-speed vibrating dildo and turned on the
low-speed vibration. I liked that one because it had three speeds: at low speed, I could stay
excited all day; at medium speed, it was enough to give me a crazy orgasm.

I got up and slowly walked to the mirror. The friction between my penis and thigh as I walked made me feel the fullness of penetration. I
liked looking at my beautiful body in the mirror with the vibrating dildo inside. This was
the body many men wanted to penetrate! But I only wanted to use the dildo to defile this perfect body.

Watching my body writhe from the pleasure of the vibrating dildo between my legs, this lewd atmosphere
made me orgasm. As I felt the vibration, I smeared the constantly flowing vaginal fluid on my anus while
looking for a suitable penis for my first anal insertion.

The fear of the first time alone caused me to secrete more vaginal fluid. The penis inside me kept vibrating
. I secretly decided that I wouldn't pull it out all day! (The cost of batteries I spent
was terrifying.) Then I squatted down, pressed my penis against my anus, thought for a moment, and turned the vibrating penis
to medium speed, thinking that it would be more memorable to have my first penetration during an orgasm.

The pleasure intensified under the guidance of the vibrating penis, almost reaching the tipping point. I endured it and slowly slid it
into my anus. It was so tight, I couldn't get it in. I started to wonder if I had chosen one that was too big.

The pleasure continued to rise, I was about to lose it, there was no time to change to a smaller one, the switch was already on and couldn't be stopped.
I forcefully inserted it into my body, a current flowed through my lower body, an orgasm unlike any I had ever had, I collapsed to
the ground convulsing. The penis in my vagina continued to vibrate, the switch in my anus couldn't be activated in time, and after a while it finally
resumed. I turned the front back to low speed, and it still kept leaking vaginal fluid; I slowly turned on the rear one as well, it was a sliding type,
with high and low speeds but no segmentation. Using the penis in both directions at the same time gave me a strange feeling of excitement. I maintained my excitement
and started getting dressed.

What fascinates me most about using a vibrating dildo is that I can free my hands and not have to use them to maintain
an orgasm. This is why I later enjoyed having it inserted all day long; nothing I did could interfere with my pleasure,
and I hovered on the edge of excitement and orgasm all day. Sometimes I think, how wonderful it would be if I could live in this
state , without having to think about anything, only experiencing pleasure! I endured the impending second wave of orgasm, choosing
my clothes for class.

The pleasure of both holes vibrating simultaneously was incomparable to that of a single vibrating dildo. Ah! So exhilarating!
I couldn't maintain normal thinking; I just wanted to get out of the house quickly and enjoy the lewdness of men's eyes. I don't like
having sex with men, but I like the feeling of being afraid of being discovered. Oh! I can't take it anymore. Under the vibrating hell, I put on...
I wore my favorite white stockings, paired with a short skirt that hugged my hips tightly, just enough to cover the stockings.
I couldn't let anyone see me wearing such provocative stockings to school.

Normally I wear tight shorts because I'm afraid the dildo will slip down with constant vibration; shorts don't have
that problem. But today, for the first time, both holes were vibrating simultaneously, and the pleasure was so intense I couldn't think straight.
The more dangerous, the more excited I became; I just wanted the whole world's attention on me, to reach orgasm in front of everyone. "
Don't wear underwear! Let it fall down and everyone see; there will definitely be a different kind of orgasm," a devil in my mind
thought . So, I wore a spaghetti-strap, off-the-shoulder, backless top and 8-centimeter heels. Ugh! Absolutely not
appropriate for class, but under the control of my two penises, I couldn't think straight. This outfit
achieved the effect I wanted as soon as I stepped out the door.

Everyone on the street was staring at me. The vibrating dildo kept giving me endless stimulation, and
the swaying of my hips from walking in high heels only amplified the stimulation to my genitals and anus. If someone were to approach me at that moment,
I knew I would involuntarily orgasm in front of them. I

finally arrived at school. On the bus, the road was rough, and the bus was packed with
people. I increased the vibrating speed of the dildo to medium, secretly slipping my hand under my skirt—I figured no one would see—and holding
onto both dildos. Afraid they would fall, I leaned against the crowd and orgasmed twice. I almost
couldn't get off the bus, and the pleasure just kept going. Thankfully, I still had a sliver of consciousness left.

Classes went by one after another at school. My classmates were probably already used to my appearance and didn't react much.
I wonder if anyone noticed that I was wearing stockings with garter belts, and that I wasn't wearing underwear to school, and that the two vibrating
dildos were inserted into my body under my skirt, giving me continuous pleasure. Just thinking about it excited me, let alone the fact that the dildo was still
giving me pleasure, and my vaginal fluid was dripping non-stop. I lost track of time, completely immersed in the vibrations of the
vibrating .

Wave after wave of orgasms came and went, sometimes the
initial lead to another orgasm; sometimes the second orgasm would come first, and then the continued vibrations would bring
a second wave.

During lunch break, everyone went to eat, but I just wanted to get to the dressing room as quickly as possible. During class
, I was experiencing wave after wave of orgasms, and I couldn't control myself to slow down the penis. I couldn't stop. This was
something I'd never experienced before. Previously, I'd slow down after an orgasm, then speed it up again when I felt aroused, repeating this process. This
was probably due to stimulating both orifices simultaneously for the first time. It was completely unexpected; I couldn't control it anymore. It was
n't coming in segments anymore; I was constantly at the peak, my vaginal fluids flowing onto my stockings. I didn't want to, and
could slow down the speed. In my confusion, I thought the only way
to break this state was to turn it to the highest speed, frantically stimulating my clitoris and anus to reach ecstasy! But I'd only ever tried the highest speed at home; it was
absolutely .

I remember when I first bought that penis, I recklessly used it at the highest speed, and discovered that I, whom I didn't recognize
, had become a sexually driven, pleasure-seeking creature, capable of orgasms at will, without any thought, only continuous orgasms
until I passed out. Because of that terrible experience, I never used the high-speed mode again, since the medium speed was already enough to bring me
to orgasm. I was only thinking about getting to the dressing room as quickly as possible. As I walked, the stimulation
in my lower body intensified. My vaginal fluid kept flowing down my legs under the medium-speed vibration, and the two dildos, lubricated by the fluid, were
slowly sliding down.

I was almost too weak to tighten my genitals to keep them from slipping down. There were people all around, and I had to pretend
that nothing was wrong , trying my best to endure the pleasure and not let anyone notice. Oh! I really liked this strange atmosphere. I was a wanton
woman. In my daze, I felt the buzzing of the vibrating dildo getting louder and louder. I no longer cared about being seen with
the vaginal fluid on my stockings. I strongly craved the highest speed vibration that had given me that terrible experience. My orgasms kept rising.
Many people were looking at me. I wondered if they noticed what was wrong with me. I didn't care anymore. I couldn't think straight.

On the way, a classmate of mine, whom I knew had a crush on me, surprisingly suggested we have
lunch . I didn't understand what he was saying at all; I was only thinking that once we got to the restroom, I could reach
a state of ecstasy, go wild with pleasure, and escape this overflowing, unsatisfied feeling. He noticed my unusual state and helped me to
the railing to rest, asking if I wasn't feeling well.

In my mind, I was thinking, "I need to feel better! Let me go, hurry!" But he just kept asking, "What's wrong?
Do you want me to take you home?" I was almost entering that terrifying hell of ecstasy. Although
the speed remained the same, the accumulating orgasms, coupled with
the shame of my penis almost slipping off and being discovered, meant I was about to lose control.

In my daze, I realized my hand was in my pocket, holding the switch that controlled my body, wanting to turn it to
the highest speed. I screamed internally, "If I press down, it'll be ruined!" But I couldn't stop my lustful nature. Let everyone
see ! "Don't hold back anymore, just press it and you'll be free. Don't think too much, what's more important than an intense climax
?" I kept convincing myself, my reason slipping away bit by bit. I didn't care about the consequences, I wanted it!

Right there in the corridor outside the school's dressing room, the dildo inserted into my vagina suddenly accelerated its vibrations, triggering
the pent-up climax within me. My whole body felt like it was being electrocuted; I screamed wildly, convulsing against the railing,
oblivious to everyone around me. Enjoying the intense pleasure of the vibrating dildo, as I was about to faint, I thought, "There's another
switch, another penis. I'll turn that up to the highest speed too. I want to achieve unprecedented happiness in front of everyone at school
." Finally, the dildo
in my anus also began to twist rapidly, as if echoing the one in front. As I reached the blissful state of near-death, the penis slid from my anus to the ground, my vaginal fluid spraying all over my feet.

My classmates and those around me were stunned. I was the first to recover; I immediately asked him to take me home.

I think everyone heard my joyful shouts, but they probably don't understand what happened. Since I was on the side,
he was probably the only one who saw the fallen penis! Maybe there were others, but who cares!

I was sitting on the back of his motorcycle. He seemed to not believe what he saw. The
vibrator , at medium speed. After what had just happened, the low-speed excitement was no longer enough for me. I remembered how I
had just used a vibrator in front of everyone to reach unprecedented heights in both my vagina and erection.

With the thumping of the motorcycle, I kept reaching orgasm. I endured the surge of pleasure, maintaining my utmost...
My rational mind asked him, "You'll keep this a secret, right?"

He asked me meaninglessly, "How could you do that kind of thing at school?"

It seems the earlier incident was too much for him; he couldn't accept that I would go to school with a vibrating dildo inside me! Knowing
my lewd side actually excited me. I wanted to say some lewd things to him, to let him see
me with the vibrating dildo inside me, constantly having orgasms.

"Let me tell you! Right now, I have a big dick inside my pussy, vibrating non-stop, making my
juices flow non-stop. You saw that one was originally in my asshole."

As I said these words, I felt even more excited. Seeing his bewildered expression, I reached
forward touched his penis. It was hard as a rock. I kept touching it, feeling waves of pleasure coming from between my legs.
The fullness of the vibrating dildo inside my vagina, and the hot penis in my hand... Before we got home, I felt him ejaculate on his pants
. I also had multiple orgasms along the way. I thought he wouldn't tell anyone.

Back home, with his penis still vibrating inside me, my libido continued to rise. Seeing that he wasn't
satisfied , we took off our clothes. I was left only wearing stockings, high heels, and the dildo inserted.
As soon as he saw the vibrating dildo inside me, and my vagina still wet, he became aroused again. I took
him to my balcony, and holding onto the railing, I let him penetrate me anally from behind.

After what happened at school, I no longer cared about the mess of his penis thrusting in and out of my anus; the
frenzied pleasure made me eager to try real anal sex. I arched my hips high, letting him
hold me with one hand and grab my breast with the other. Oh! I wonder if anyone in the distance is watching this scene:

a mature woman's body, clad only in white stockings and high heels, being penetrated from behind on a balcony;
a thick, vibrating dildo inserted into her front. Just thinking about it excites me, let alone the fact that I'm being
repeatedly thrust into from behind, while I'm the one getting wet from the vibrations of the dildo.
It's incredibly pleasurable! My arousal intensifies, and I can't hold back any longer. Just as I'm about to turn the dildo up to its highest speed,
turning myself into a mindless sex doll, he ejaculates.

The vibrations from the dildo in front are too much for him to handle. How awful! I feel incredibly empty
. I told him not to tell anyone I went to school with a dildo inside me, and then sent him home.

Thinking about how I felt at school today, that near-death pleasure, is something no man can give me. I think I
'm hopelessly addicted, becoming someone who wants a dildo inserted every day, every moment, vibrating from both front and back simultaneously,
trapped in frenzied vibration hell. Ah! I am a sex slave to the vibrating dildo, and I don't want it pulled out at all. Even now
, as I write this, my vaginas are still being played with by the dildo, and my juices are flowing freely.

I feel like it's not me using the vibrating dildo, but rather it's playing with me, raping me, turning me into
a mindless sex object that only knows how to vibrate inside me and leave behind only my juices.

Mmm! The pleasure is uncontrollably increasing, my juices are flowing down my thighs, and it wants to turn me into a lewd
beast with a dildo inserted. It's manipulating my hand to press the high-speed switch. Oh! I can't resist, it's starting
to vibrate , I can't take it anymore! I really want to go to the street and let everyone see me being penetrated, to have someone else press
the switch that turns me into a sex toy.

[The End]

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