[Urban] Jade Unicorn Legend: Mother and Daughter Hunters (Complete) - 34-36

Exposed, wanton wife (15) Intimidation

Mr. Lin saw that my penis was also hard and said, "You slut, you've never been fucked by two dicks at the same time before!"

After saying that, Mr. Lin turned my wife around and made her lie face down, then said to me, "Come on! Mr. Luo! You sit on top! I'll sit on the bottom!"

Of course, I understood what Mr. Lin meant, and besides, my hard penis needed a hole to go in, so I guided my penis into my wife's anus.

"Ah! Ah...so...tight...ah..." my wife cried out.

It was indeed very tight. With Mr. Lin's penis inside her vagina, I could barely penetrate my wife's anus. I had to take a deep breath and forcefully push in. During the thrusting, I could feel my wife's constantly contracting sphincter muscles stubbornly resisting my penis. Luckily, I had already ejaculated twice, otherwise I would have ejaculated before even starting to thrust.

"Ah!...So...full...ah..." my wife cried out loudly.

I think Mr. Lin must have felt the same way, because for the first minute or two after I penetrated, neither my penis nor Mr. Lin's penis could move. I could feel the muscles inside my wife's vagina and anus struggling to contract and adjust to accommodate these two cramped penises.

"Mmm...mmm...oh...oh..." my wife moaned, twisting her hips.

When I felt a bit looser, I tried to pull out a little, and Mr. Lin had the same idea. However, when we moved together, both penises were pushed out at the same time. So we reached a tacit agreement: "gang rape." When one penis was deeply inserted, we would switch to the other, pulling it out and inserting it again, taking turns raping my wife's different holes. Both penises could enjoy different friction effects and get the same pleasurable feeling.

"Ah...ah!...ah...I like...being...gang raped...as much as possible...fuck me...um...um...fuck...break...my...ah!!! Ah! So good...so good...ah..."

My wife was already very lewd just imagining four men and women watching her being fucked by two men at the same time. Moreover, after such a long period of humiliation, her perverted desires were fully revealed. Initially, the fact that I and Sannie had sex in front of her fueled a sense of revenge in her. However, now, under the influence of alcohol, her primal desires have been exposed. Social status, female modesty, societal values, morality, even self-respect and ego have been thrown to the winds, let alone any notion of being a virtuous wife and mother or adhering to traditional virtues. She's like a female dog, willing to mate with anyone; her mind is filled with carnal desires and cravings. Shame has long been discarded; she has no heart left, only a desire to be "fucked." Now, as long as it brings her pleasure, she doesn't care about being gang-raped by strangers.

With Mr. Lin and I flanking her, no part of my wife's vagina was left untouched. Two erect penises took turns thrusting into her, bringing her to repeated orgasms. Unfortunately, she didn't have time to savor the afterglow, because her vagina and rectum were so well lubricated that Mr. Lin and I could now ejaculate simultaneously.

"Ah...ah...ah! Coming...coming..." my wife cried out.

"Has...your husband ever...made you feel this good?" Mr. Lin asked.

"No...no...no...um...um..." my wife answered with difficulty.

"Where do you feel the best?" Mr. Lin asked.

"I...I'm...being...being...fucked...so...good...thrust...thrust...deeper...a little...deeper..." my wife replied.

"Good! You bitch...I'll...fuck you to death..." Mr. Lin said, speeding up his fucking of my wife.

Seeing Mr. Lin relentlessly thrusting into my wife without any regard for our tacit understanding, I simply thrust my penis all the way in and held back.

"Is this...good...? You bitch...?" Mr. Lin asked my wife, panting.

"So good...so good...so good...ah! Ah!!...I...I am...ah...a...slut...I...don't...have no shame...um...wife...wife...oh...your...sex...slave...do...me...with...force...ah!!...do...any...any...can...ah...ah...ah!!! It's...it's...coming...again...shooting...in...ah!!!...oh...oh...oh...so good...so...hot...ah..." My wife uttered a series of lewd and obscene sounds, finally reaching orgasm almost simultaneously with Chairman Lin.

Just as they reached their climax, I felt Mr. Lin ejaculate inside my wife's rectum. It was a strange feeling; I didn't like it, but it only made me more excited.

My wife was slumped over the limp Mr. Lin, but I immediately grabbed the two fishing lines tied to her nipples and pulled hard. My wife had to prop herself up with her hands, sticking her buttocks up to continue my rape.

As my wife stuck her buttocks up, Mr. Lin's softened penis slipped out of my wife's vagina. I suddenly felt the pressure disappear. Although I could now easily thrust into my wife's anus, the unusually tight, erotic pleasure was gone. At this moment, I could see a little white fluid oozing from my wife's vulva, and she was actually catching it with her hand, then putting it in her mouth and eating it. Later, she even inserted her fingers into her vagina, digging and probing, intending to not miss a single drop.

"Is it good?" I asked her while I was sodomizing her.

"Mmm...good...tastes good..." she replied.

"Is it good to do it to you like this now?" I asked her again.

"Mmm...not...as...good...as before..." my wife replied.

"Wait...wait...a little...time...your 'Xiao (semen)'...let me...eat it too, okay...okay?" my wife continued.

Good heavens! I realized my wife seemed to have lost all sense of who was doing it to her, and was completely immersed in the feeling of being violated. Thinking of this, I inexplicably felt a surge of jealousy, and this strange emotion made me thrust into her faster.

"You're such a...slut...a whore who needs to be fucked..." I couldn't help but curse.

"Ah...ah...I...feel...use...force...fuck...me," my wife cried out.

After my fierce assault, I opened my eyes and saw Xiao Du lying there, staring straight at us. Shanni was completely limp, slumped over him. Although Xiao Du's penis was still inside Shanni's vagina, he had stopped thrusting. But judging from his appearance, Xiao Du hadn't ejaculated yet.

So, I suddenly pulled my penis out of my wife's anus.

"Ah! No...no...pull it out...I want to fuck you again...please...keep fucking me...any hole...any...please...please..." my wife shamelessly begged.

I then lay down on the sofa chair next to her, and my wife immediately straddled me, holding my penis as she sat down, actively moving up and down.

"Xiao Du! You come and fuck this bitch's asshole!" I yelled at Xiao Du.

Xiao Du, seemingly having been waiting for this, picked up Shanni and laid her on her side on the sofa before walking over.

Xiao Du, holding his large, erect penis with its exposed stalk, unceremoniously thrust it into my wife's anus, inch by inch.

"Ah! Ah...too...too...big...so...painful...ah..." my wife screamed.

My penis felt unprecedented pressure, but I wasn't going to back down. I really wanted Xiao Du to fuck my wife, because that would give me some comfort and ease my jealous rage.

"Ah...no...don't...ah...please...please...you...fuck me...fuck my...front...hole...just...that's...good..." my wife pleaded.

But Xiao Du wouldn't listen to her pleas! He continued to thrust his penis into my wife's rectum.

"Ah! Ah...ah!! It's going to...tear...tear...open...no...no...ah..."

my wife cried out.

Just as my wife cried out, Xiao Du had already fully penetrated her.

My penis, under immense pressure, didn't give my wife much time to adjust. Once Xiao Du was fully inside, I began to thrust. I moved my penis with difficulty, afraid to pull it out too much, lest Xiao Du's big penis spill out. Finally, after a few small thrusts, it felt more lubricated.

Xiao Du also tried to do a few small thrusts, but he had more difficulty than me.

"You filthy bitch! Is your ass all ripped open?" I asked my wife.

"Mmm...oh...fully...open...open..." my wife replied.

"Do you like being gang-raped?" I asked

. "Yes...yes...it feels...good...to be...fucked..." my wife replied.

"And now?" I asked again.

"It hurts...it hurts..." my wife replied.

"Then let's pull out!" I asked tentatively.

"Ah...no! I...I want...to be fucked..." my wife said.

"You're so slutty!" I cursed.

"Yes...yes...I...am...so...slutty...faster...harder...fuck me..." my wife said, twisting her hips forcefully a few times.

Hearing her say that, I could no longer restrain myself. A sudden surge of strength welled up from somewhere, and I began to thrust violently. Xiao Du also cooperated with my thrusts, forcefully twisting his penis inside my wife's rectum.

"Ah! Ah... good... good... deeper... a little... fuck... me... I... front and back... both... want... ah... so good... oh... oh!! Ah!!!!... ah... again... again... um... um... um... ah!!!!..."

Unexpectedly, before Xiao Du even started thrusting, my wife had another orgasm so quickly. Shortly after her orgasm, I couldn't hold back any longer, and a stream of semen shot inside. Due to the pressure of Xiao Du's big penis, the resistance when I ejaculated was particularly high, and correspondingly, the force of the ejaculation was particularly strong; even I could feel it.

"Ah! Ah!!... shot... shot... inside me... so... good... ah... um... um... um..." My wife moaned as I ejaculated.

Just as my penis was about to soften, I felt a powerful force pushing it out of my wife's vagina from Xiao Du's penis.

Xiao Du, feeling the pressure from his penis ease slightly, grabbed my wife's waist, forcing him to rub his body against the television. He then leaned forward, hands on the television, and began thrusting into my wife's anus.

Because my wife's legs were long, and Xiao Du wasn't very tall, he forced her to spread her legs wide. Under the bright light of the television, my wife's nipples, bound tightly with fishing line, looked like two black beads stuck to her drooping, papaya-shaped breasts; the fishing line was almost invisible. Her dark pubic hair radiated downwards, and with each thrust, sharp spikes pierced the television screen.

"Ah! Ah...so...swollen...ah...ah...oh...oh oh...can't...can't...can't...oh...oh...oh...um...um...um...um..." My wife's cries eventually faded to low moans, as if she had run out of strength.

Xiao Du continued to hurl insults like "bitch" and "whore," and continued to penetrate my wife smoothly. After a few minutes, I noticed my wife's moans were almost inaudible, and her legs were trembling. Finally, she collapsed weakly onto the muddy ground.

Xiao Du angrily kicked her buttocks with his shoe, but she still didn't react much. So Xiao Du carried her to an empty table, letting her upper body rest on it, but her buttocks remained drooping, making it difficult for Xiao Du to penetrate her further. Suddenly, Xiao Du grabbed a lighter and pulled it upwards forcefully. Then I heard my wife scream, "Ah! Ah!" It turned out the lighter was the other end of a fishing line used to tie my wife's clitoris.

With my wife's scream, she quickly raised her buttocks higher. Xiao Du, triumphant, grabbed his penis and forcefully pushed it into my wife's anus again. This time, Xiao Du kept pulling the lighter, causing my wife to cry out in pain. I don't know whether to describe Xiao Du as a woman's "favorite" or a woman's "nightmare," because Xiao Du continued thrusting for almost ten minutes without ejaculating. No wonder Shanni said Xiao Du was "brainless.

" "Ah...ah...want...want...to...go ...

"Poop!? Let me finish first!" Xiao Du replied.

"Ah...please...please...you...I...ah...ah...I can't...can't...ah...ah!" my wife pleaded.

Xiao Du ignored her, grabbed my wife's buttocks with both hands, forcefully spread them apart, and began to thrust violently. After about thirty or forty more thrusts, Xiao Du finally ejaculated.

After ejaculating, Xiao Du didn't immediately pull out his penis; he swirled it inside my wife's rectum for a while before pulling it out.

He moved it to the head of my wife's anus and made her lick it clean. When Xiao Du's penis left my wife's anus, we saw that her anus had opened up into a large, black hole that couldn't close for a long time. Seeing this, Mr. Lin, who was sitting next to me, immediately stood up, walked behind my wife, held his penis, and started urinating, deliberately aiming the urine at my wife's anus, which couldn't close immediately. Unexpectedly, my wife couldn't hold back her urine either, and the flowing urine onto the ground created a rather amusing scene with Mr. Lin.

"Ah! How kind of you!" Coco exclaimed.

"How are we going to clean this up later?" Yao Yao added.

"Don't worry! She'll clean it up for you!" Mr. Lin said, pointing at my wife with a smile.

Seeing that Mr. Lin had urinated all over my wife's back and genitals, Xiao Du also felt the urge to urinate. She ordered my wife to lie on her back on the pile of urine, holding the lighter, opening her mouth wide, and bending her legs, spreading them wide open. Xiao Du waved to me and handed me a fishing line used for tying nipples. He pulled the line, aimed it at my wife's mouth, and started urinating. I followed suit and urinated on my wife as well. Watching my urine splash onto her, drop by drop, I felt a strange sense of relief, as if the shadows hanging over me had vanished.

Soon, my wife was completely covered in urine, even her hair was wet. I also found some feces under her buttocks; she probably couldn't hold it in while we were urinating on her!

Chairman Lin had initially intended for my wife to drink the urine on the ground, but seeing her unconscious state, he gave up the idea. He thought for a moment and said, "Hey! Let's take her for a parade!"

No one spoke, and no one quite understood what Chairman Lin meant.

So, Chairman Lin, without consulting Xiao Du, said, "Xiao Du! Put your clothes on! Go and bring that truck over from the seafood shop!"

He then handed Xiao Du two hundred yuan.

Xiao Du, grinning, put on his clothes and went out.

Chairman Lin gestured for everyone to put their clothes on and was about to call the young master in to settle the bill when suddenly! Shanni said,

"Wait! Call someone in later!"

After saying that, she looked around as if searching for something. Finally, she held up two pieces of clothing—my wife's top and skirt. I initially thought Shanni wanted to help my wife dress, but instead, she threw the clothes on either side of my wife's head, stepped on them, lifted the skirt, squatted down, and urinated on my wife's face.

Shanni's actions surprised both Chairman Lin and me. It seemed Shanni looked down on my wife and even harbored some sadistic tendencies. Xiao Du had only been halfway through with her before turning to my wife, which seemed to have angered her.

"Alright! Yao Yao! Call someone in to settle the bill!" Shanni said, wiping her genitals with two tissues and pulling down her skirt.

Five minutes later, a young man entered with the bill, handing it to Chairman Lin to sign. His surprised gaze remained fixed on my wife. At that time, my wife was still lying naked on the pile of urine, her legs spread wide.

"Young man! Never seen anything like this before!" Chairman Lin asked the waiter smugly.

The waiter blushed and didn't answer Chairman Lin's question.

"Pick the lighter off her stomach for me!" Chairman Lin said to the waiter.

The waiter, seeing the lighter was wet and smelling the pungent odor of urine, used a damp towel to hold it and picked it up. Unexpectedly, the lighter suddenly bounced back, and at the same time, my wife screamed, "Ah!" and began to writhe her lower body. Looking down, he realized the lighter was tied to my wife's clitoris with a transparent string.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!..." Everyone in the private room laughed at him.

The waiter froze, embarrassed and unsure what to do.

"Mr. Lin! Don't tease me anymore!" Yao Yao said coquettishly.

"Alright! Alright! Here's your cleaning fee compensation!" Mr. Lin smiled and handed the waiter several hundred-yuan bills and a signed bill.

"Th-thank you!" the waiter thanked him and hurried out.

Not long after, Xiao Du returned.

Then, Chairman Lin and Xiao Du helped my wife, who was covered in urine, out of the private room and headed towards the parking lot.

I used two wet towels to pick up my wife's clothes and followed behind them. We attracted stares from all the hotel staff along the way; they bowed and loudly said "Thank you for coming," but everyone stared wide-eyed at my wife.

After we left the hotel, Yao Yao and Coco went back inside. When we reached the parking lot, Chairman Lin instructed Xiao Du to place my wife on the cargo platform at the back of the truck, letting her lean against it. Then, Xiao Du and Chairman Lin got into the truck, with Xiao Du driving, while I drove my Mercedes with Shan Ni in the car, following behind them for a stroll.

It was almost four in the morning, and the streets were deserted. Normally, the drive from the hotel to my guesthouse would only take about ten minutes, but Chairman Lin, wanting my wife to expose herself more, instructed Xiao Du to take a longer, detour.

We drove very slowly. I saw my wife, naked, leaning against the truck, looking disheveled. The urine stains on her body had partially dried in the sea breeze of eastern Taiwan, but her hair was still wet. She seemed disoriented, her body swaying with the truck's bumps. Occasionally, she would open her eyes to look around, but given her current level of consciousness, she couldn't see anything.

After a while, she seemed to feel the effects of the alcohol and turned to vomit. Since she hadn't eaten much that night, she only vomited some liquid before stopping.

Later, she seemed to find the fishing line tied to her clitoris uncomfortable, so she deliberately spread her legs and tried to remove it, but the swaying of the vehicle and her drunken state made it impossible to remove, only making her look more disheveled. Later, she simply started rubbing her clitoris, whether for masturbation or to relieve the pain from the previous stimulation, it was unclear. To a third party, it was clearly a naked woman sitting in the back of the truck, legs spread, masturbating.

Although it was late at night, there were still some people on the street: street cleaners, early risers, tourists who were either still awake or hadn't gone to sleep yet, nightlife enthusiasts, and so on. Although no one was following our truck, many people had actually seen my wife's lewd behavior. Some just thought she was mentally ill.

"How can she be so shameless?" said Sanny beside me.

“Ask her!” I replied.

“What are we going to do with her later?” Sannie asked.

“Deal with her? What do you mean?” I asked.

“You know! How are the three of us supposed to sleep? And she smells so bad!” Sannie said.

“Oh…you mean that!” I replied, suddenly realizing.

“Do you want to do it with me again?” I asked.

“Come on! Didn’t you buy an overnight stay?” Sannie replied.

“It’s okay! If you’re tired, you don’t have to stay with me tonight. Actually, I’m tired too, but I’ll still pay you. I’ll double the two thousand dollars I promised you because I had a lot of fun!” I said.

“No! No! That’s not what I meant!” Sannie hurriedly protested.

"Actually, I'd love to stay with you, but I don't like sleeping with that woman," Shanni continued.

"Why?" I asked.

"I think she's incredibly perverted! And so shameless! Doing this behind her husband's back, just like what Mr. Lin called a 'slut'," Shanni said.

"Then why did you pee on her face just now?" I asked.

"Um... I... I was really angry with her, so... that's why," Shanni replied.

"Why were you angry with her?" I asked.

"I don't know!? But seeing her like that, I just wanted to bully her," Shanni answered.

"I think... you're a sadist too!" I said.

"Really? But I've never done that before!?" Shanni said doubtfully.

"I think you..."

"Okay! Okay! Let's not talk about that. This is my call number. Next time you need to contact me, just call me directly. I'll give you a 50% discount, okay?" Sannie interrupted me.

"Whoosh!" A siren blared.

The sudden siren startled us all.

We saw a policeman waving a baton at the truck in front of us, ordering him to pull over. Left with no choice, Xiao Du pulled over to the side of the road. I quickly rolled down my window and followed.

"What's going on?" the policeman asked Xiao Du, pointing at my wife.

"She...she...she...drunk!" Xiao Du stammered.

Hearing this, I quickly got out of the car and rushed over, afraid Xiao Du would cause trouble.

"Hey! Who are you? I didn't stop you from getting out of your car, why did you stop?" the policeman said to me.

I thought to myself, at this point, if I didn't tell the truth, things would get difficult. So I said,

"Hello! I'm her husband!" I pointed to my wife and said to the policeman.

At this moment, the policeman driving also got out of his car. He first peered into my car, then curiously looked around my wife before ordering Mr. Lin and Xiao Du to get out of the car in a half-commanding tone.

"She's your wife, why isn't she in your car, but sitting here naked?" the policeman questioned me.

"Because she drank alcohol and got all dirty, I asked my friend to give her a ride," I replied.

"But she didn't have to be completely naked!" the policeman said.

"Because...because she has a bad temper when she's drunk. Every time she gets drunk, she makes a scene and takes off her clothes, refusing to let anyone help her put them back on," I replied.

"How can that be? I don't think you're telling the truth. You say you're husband and wife, do you have any identification?"

Just as I was about to take out my identification, another policeman asked me and Xiao Du to also produce our driver's licenses and vehicle registration certificates.

Luckily, two weeks ago, my wife asked me to go to the vehicle registration office to handle some things for her, and she gave me her ID card, which I hadn't returned yet. Otherwise, I would definitely be in a difficult situation today.

After taking my identification, the policeman glanced at me a few times to compare it with the photo on the ID card. Then he held up my wife's ID card and stared intently at her, his brow furrowing more and more.

"Does it look like her? I don't think it's the same person!" the policeman said uncertainly.

At this moment, another policeman came over and returned my driver's license and vehicle registration. He said to the original policeman,

"Let me see!"

He then took his ID card, walked to the side of the truck closest to the road, and asked Mr. Lin and Xiao Du to lower the side panel. Then he said to my wife, "Miss! Come a little closer!"

My wife didn't react, so the policeman reached out and pulled her hand. My wife then reacted slightly and slowly moved her buttocks towards the policeman. Perhaps the policeman used too much force, because my wife fell onto the policeman. The policeman quickly helped her up and leaned her against the metal plate behind the front of the truck, saying,

"Ugh...it stinks! What's that smell?"

"I'm sorry! She got drunk on the toilet and got covered in urine," I said.

The policeman glared at me, then asked my wife, "What's your name?"

My wife still didn't answer.

"Do you know this person?" the policeman continued, pointing at me.

My wife's eyelids twitched weakly, but she still didn't open them.

"Miss! Could you please open your eyes and take a look?" the policeman said.

My wife half-opened her eyes and glanced at me, making a "hmm..." sound, indicating that she recognized me.

The policeman thought for a moment, finding this difficult, so he asked again, "Miss! Are you married?"

My wife nodded slightly.

"What's your husband's name?" the policeman asked.

My wife didn't react.

"Miss! Please tell me your husband's name, then you can go home and sleep," the policeman coaxed her.

"No...no...I can't...say..." my wife replied.

Both policemen turned to look at me simultaneously, their eyes filled with doubt.

"Miss! Is your husband's name 'ㄨㄨㄨ (my name)'?" the first policeman asked.

"You...you...how...how...how...know...you know..." my wife slightly opened her eyes and slurred.

Hearing her say that, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the policeman in the car wasn't giving up. He shone my flashlight on my wife's face while looking at her ID card. Actually, given my wife's current disheveled appearance, even I, comparing her to her ID, thought it didn't look right. But the policeman's intentions were not what they seemed. After briefly illuminating my wife's face with his flashlight, he moved it to her chest, using his baton to lift each of her breasts and examine her nipples. He then moved the flashlight to her genitals, shining it on her pubic hair, and discovered a lighter attached to a string extending from it. The policeman picked up the lighter to investigate, but just as he raised it to my wife's abdomen, she suddenly cried out, "Ah!" startling both officers.

"Ah...it...it...it hurts...um...um..." my wife cried out, simultaneously spreading her legs wide, exposing her vulva to the bright flashlight beam.

The officer driving the car also unceremoniously used his baton to part my wife's pubic hair, adjusting the flashlight to shine closer on her vulva, only to discover that her clitoris was bound. He deliberately rubbed the baton against my wife's vulva, and unexpectedly, my wife cooperated, sliding her body down so that her vulva could lift a little, and spreading her legs wider.

"Oh...oh...um...um...insert...insert...in...in...in..." my wife moaned.

At this moment, the original policeman said, "How could this happen?"

The policeman driving the car didn't dare to rashly insert the baton into my wife's vagina. He released the baton and turned to me, asking, "Why were you tied up like this?" "

This...she tied it herself. My husband and I often...play like this," I replied.

"No! No! Even if she was drunk, she's your wife. You should let her ride in your car. Why did you leave her on the truck and parade her around the streets? And who is that woman in your car? This...this doesn't make sense!"

The policeman raised a series of questions.

"That woman is their friend, she was drinking with us, sir! You smelled urine on her too, even in her hair. I...I was afraid letting her ride in my car would make a mess, and...and...I thought it's just a short distance to our place, we'll get there quickly, and it's so late, no one should see us," I replied.

After listening to my explanation, the two policemen whispered among themselves for a moment, and the first officer spoke:

"Alright! Alright! What you're doing is indecent, you know? And you were drinking and driving; I could have reported you. Quickly put her clothes back on, or cover her up with something! Why make a scene when you and your wife are doing this privately?"

Hearing this, I knew things were over, so I quickly said:

"Thank you, officer! Thank you, officer!"

Unexpectedly, when I turned my head, I saw my wife holding a police baton, inserting it into her vagina and playing with it, occasionally letting out obscene moans:

"Ah...so...good...ah...ah..."

Watching her insert it deeper and deeper, almost half of the 40-50 cm baton was inside my wife's vagina.

"Hey! Look! What do we do?" the original policeman asked me, while the policeman in the car shone his flashlight on my wife's vulva, watching her lewd state.

I thought I had to finish this quickly, so I went to my wife's side, grabbed the baton and tried to pull it out, but my wife held on tightly and wouldn't let go.

"No...no...don't...pull...out...!" my wife said.

I slapped her twice on the spot and yelled, "Stop embarrassing yourself!"

Then I forcefully pulled out the baton and handed it to the policeman in the car. The two policemen got into their patrol car with a hint of schadenfreude and drove away.

After the police left, I noticed that Xiao Du and Chairman Lin were both looking at me with surprise.

"Is she...is she really your...wife?" Xiao Du asked me.

"She used to be, but we're divorced now, and she remarried. Luckily, she hasn't gotten a new ID card yet!" I made up a lie on the spot.

I didn't know if they believed my lie, but it didn't matter.

So, without letting my wife put on any clothes, I asked Chairman Lin and Xiao Du to take her to a hotel, help her into the bathroom, and then we all went our separate ways.

I didn't let Shanni stay with me overnight because I was truly exhausted. The

next

day, I slept until noon. I found my wife still lying in the bathroom, so I shook her awake.

"Ugh! My… head… hurts so much!" my wife said.

"Sigh! You drank too much last night!" I sighed.

So I put my hands under her armpits, trying to help her sit up.

"Ah!!… It… it hurts so much!" she cried.

"Where does it hurt?" I asked.

"My chest... my breasts... and... and down there!" she cried out in pain.

Upon closer inspection, I realized that the fishing line binding her nipples and clitoris was not only still attached, but deeply embedded in her muscle, hindering blood flow. Furthermore, the color of her nipples and clitoris was off.

Seeing my wife's condition, I became anxious and quickly found a Swiss Army knife in the car. I removed the fishing line from her body and then had her wash away the remaining urine. All my previous plans had to be cancelled, and we headed home. After

returning home, I took my wife to the hospital to check the severity of the marks on her "three points" (genitals, nipples, and clitoris). Surprisingly, after several weeks of treatment, she recovered. The doctor told us that if we had delayed seeking medical attention for another day or two, we might have needed surgery to remove the nipple or clitoral tissue. It wasn't until then that I realized the seriousness of the situation. I felt quite guilty towards my wife, but she didn't blame me. Because of this, I didn't play those perverted games with her for the next month or two.

During this period, I also almost never had sex with my wife. Because of my guilt, I treated her with extra respect, as if we were back to our honeymoon phase. Although life wasn't as exciting, it had a more peaceful and comfortable feel.

Since returning from the East Coast, my wife has undergone some small changes. First, her clothing has changed. Besides dressing up more, she often wears more revealing clothes. Even at work, she sometimes forgoes formal suits and wears more fashionable and novel clothes. Some of her new clothes seem too sexy or revealing to me, like something a prostitute would wear. But I don't mind; I think it's probably because her views have become more open.

Secondly, her work pressure has increased significantly. Not only did I often work overtime, sometimes until 2 or 3 AM, but I also had to work on Saturdays. My own work was also busy, so I simply buried myself in my work, treating it as a "truce" in this twisted game!

However, I later discovered that things weren't as simple as they seemed.

It must have been about two weeks before the Lunar New Year. That day, my car broke down and had to be taken to the repair shop. But I had some very important things to do that day, so I went to my wife's office building and called her to tell her I needed her car and would pick her up that evening. She drove her car up from the underground parking lot and gave it to me.

I rarely drive her car, so when I got in, I was immediately struck by a strong scent of women's perfume, but I didn't think much of it at the time.

Later, after I finished my work, I thought about how I was going back to my hometown to see my child the next day, so I stopped by a pharmacy to buy a bunch of diapers and formula to take back. Leaving the pharmacy, I was carrying a large pile of children's supplies and wanted to put them in the back of my suitcase. Upon opening it, I found two black storage boxes. As I casually moved one to the other side, a drawer in one of the boxes slightly protruded. When I tried to close it, I noticed some colorful items. Driven by curiosity, I opened it and found it filled with all sorts of sex toys and everyday items. I couldn't even identify some of the sex toys. A sense of unease crept in, so I opened the other box. Inside were several sets of sexy lingerie and very short miniskirts, as well as a box that looked like a makeup case. Opening it, I found cosmetics, jewelry, necklaces, and rings. As my mind raced with questions, I noticed several paper bags in a recess next to the storage box. Upon inspection, I found five or six pairs of high heels, all very sexy styles.

Suddenly, a flood of questions filled my mind. Why did she have so many sex toys? But I haven't seen her use them! Why does she keep clothes, shoes, cosmetics, and such in the car? Is it for frequent use? Or does she not want her family to find them? Her work has nothing to do with these things. Does she use these items often? Or does she change her clothes frequently? Why? Is it because she loves to look pretty or is

she trying to impress someone? Or does she not want me to see these things? Why? I shouldn't mind her using these things!

I might even encourage her! So is she afraid I'll see them? Or does she not want me to know something? This is completely

out of character... So that night, I directly asked her about the reasons for all these contradictions. And she, unusually, spoke calmly, as if she had been mentally prepared, and recounted an unbelievable, lewd experience. It

all started with this "Eastern Trip."

Let's go back to the third day after returning from the Eastern Trip!

It was Wednesday, and I returned to work after my sick leave.

Due to injuries to my clitoris and nipples, I had to be hospitalized. After two days of observation, the doctor discharged me for outpatient treatment. Although it still hurt, I planned to return to work as soon as possible. After all, I'm the head of the software development department, and taking too many days off isn't good, plus I really wouldn't know how to answer if the company asked!

I arrived at the company especially early today. Besides the general manager and Manager Chen from the technical department (we belong to the technical department), none of the other employees had arrived yet.

"Manager Chen! Good morning!" I greeted Manager Chen.

"Good morning! Good morning, Director Shen! You're here so early today! Are you feeling better?" Manager Chen asked me with concern.

Hearing his concern, my face flushed, because two days ago when I asked him for sick leave, I told him I had a severe cold and a high fever.

Before I could answer his question, he smiled and said,

"Hmm... you look great today! Congratulations!"

"Thank you, Manager Chen!" I said, blushing.

"Oh! You need to catch up on your progress, but don't overwork yourself! It's not worth ruining your health!" Manager Chen said.

"Yes! I know! It should be finished in two months," I replied.

"Great! If it's completed on schedule, I'll treat your whole team to dinner!" Manager Chen said happily.

"Thank you in advance!" I replied confidently.

Hearing my answer, Manager Chen happily went back to his office.

We've almost finished the plan. There aren't any technical problems with the programming part. As long as we complete it on schedule, there shouldn't be any unexpected issues. Actually, I'm quite confident in my work, and the three designers under me are all quite good, which makes things easier for me. Back then, as a girl, I was promoted to head of the software department—it was based on my abilities. Although I consider myself good-looking, I'm not the outgoing type, and I'm rather quiet in the company. Without some real talent, you can't get promoted.

Our department is a separate area in a rather secluded corner of the company. Several large desks are filled with computers and related equipment. There are three large windows that allow us to see outside the building. My desk, however, doesn't have a separate cubicle, which makes it convenient for me to discuss things with my team members. But my space is much larger than the other team members', and I have a row of beautiful cabinets, which is my favorite part. Besides collecting files and documents, I enjoy decorating them. Sometimes my team members give me suggestions, and we all get along quite well.

Not long after I sat down, I saw one of my colleagues come in. His name is Yao Shiqin, and he's the most junior member of the department, about four years younger than me. His personality isn't like that of a software developer; he's more lively and active, and likes to joke around with colleagues. I noticed he looked at me a little awkwardly.

"Director Shen! Good morning!" he greeted.

"Good morning!" I replied.

He then sat down, turned on his computer, but kept looking around.

"What are you looking at?" I asked him curiously.

"Nothing! I'm checking if the others are here yet!" he replied.

"Oh! Not yet! You're second!" I said.

"Then... you're first!" he said somewhat flippantly.

I smiled and didn't answer him.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked:

"Did Director Shen go on a crazy trip to the east and catch a cold?!"

Hearing this, a jolt of electricity ran through my body.

"You...you...what nonsense are you talking about?" I asked guiltily.

"Am I talking nonsense?! Do you remember a Jeep?" he said calmly.

Hearing the word "jeep" felt like a bolt from the blue; my mind went blank, and I sat stiffly in my seat.

"You...you...you...what did you say?" I asked weakly.

"It's not convenient to say now. How about we have lunch together? Ugh! We're rushing to meet a deadline, gotta get back to work!" he said, like a scoundrel.

"Okay...okay!" I answered unconsciously.

Hearing him say that, the scene from three or four days ago immediately flashed through my mind.

That night, Xiao Du forced me to urinate by the roadside. A jeep had stopped, and I was blushing with embarrassment, but Xiao Du still made me stick my butt out for these strangers. A group of them pointed and whispered about me; there seemed to be both men and women. Although I felt extremely ashamed, I was also excited. Could it be that his friends were in the jeep? But how could his friend know me? I remember opening my eyes! But Chairman Lin kept shining the bright beam of his flashlight on my face, and all I could see was a hazy white light. Could he be in the jeep? Thinking this, I almost fainted; I couldn't believe such a coincidence.

All morning, I was so distraught I couldn't concentrate on work. Instead, I looked forward to noon, hoping to find out what was going on. But the closer it got to noon, the more afraid I became that the truth would be as I suspected. This contradictory feeling tormented me.

Finally, noon arrived, and we chose a quiet restaurant to eat at.

"Jingrong (my name)! Can I call you that?" Yao Shiqin said.

"Yes! That's my name, why can't I call you that?" I replied.

"Okay! From now on, when we're not at the company, I'll just call you that, and you can just call me Shiqin!" he said.

I didn't answer him. I was just anxious to hear what he knew, but I couldn't bring myself to ask.

He calmly finished ordering and slowly asked me,

"Jingrong! Your cold is so bad! Should you take two days off?"

"Why! Do I have to report to you when I need to take leave?" I said, a little annoyed.

"Oh, so temperamental!" Shiqin said.

"Alright! Alright! What do you want to say? Tell me quickly!" I said.

"Nothing much! I just saw you had such a bad cold and wanted to check on you, and you're so grumpy!" Shiqin continued to ramble on about nothing.

"Hmph!" I snorted softly, remaining silent.

"I was just trying to advise you not to wander around outside naked in the middle of the night; you'll easily catch a cold!"

Shih-chin said.

"You...you...what nonsense are you talking about?" I nervously accused him.

"Never mind! 'Good intentions for you (Taiwanese)'!" Shih-chin said lazily.

He then lowered his head to drink water, seemingly unconcerned.

Looking at his demeanor, I realized he was deliberately playing me for a fool. Finally, unable to contain my anxiety, I asked him:

"You...what about the 'jeep'?"

"Nothing! Last week I went out with friends and rented a jeep! I saw some things I shouldn't have seen!" Shih-chin said.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"What! You even want to interfere in my private life?! You're really putting on airs as a manager!" Shih-Chin said.

Hearing this, I vaguely knew the matter was hopeless, so I softened my tone and asked him again:

"Shih-Chin! Just tell me what you saw, okay?"

"Hmph! You know perfectly well what I saw!" Shih-Chin replied.

I deflated like a punctured balloon, lowering my head in silence.

He looked around, saw he'd had enough of teasing me, and chuckled, saying,

"Alright! I'll tell you! I saw you standing naked by the roadside, shamelessly urinating in front of strangers, being humiliated and played with by several men. You might not have noticed me then, but I was the driver of that jeep!" Shiqin blurted out.

Although I vaguely suspected the truth would be like this, hearing it directly from Shiqin's mouth still shocked me. My face flushed red, I remained silent, unable to contain myself for a long time, wishing I could dig a hole and disappear.

"You...you...you...want to...do...what?" I mustered my courage to ask Shiqin.

"I think you should know what I want to do!" Shiqin said.

"You...you...have you...told...your colleagues?" I asked him nervously.

“No! I didn’t even tell my friends in the Jeep that I knew you!” Shiqin said.

“Thank…thank you…” I said.

“If you want me to stay silent, that’s easy. Stay after work today!” Shiqin said.

I didn’t object, which was tantamount to acquiescing to his suggestion.

I thought to myself, he just wants to take advantage of me. Anyway, I don’t care about having sex with him, as long as he doesn’t tell anyone, I wouldn’t mind having sex with him once. However, my husband absolutely mustn’t find out about this.

And so, our lunch date ended.

When it was time to leave work in the afternoon, my colleagues left the office one by one, until finally, only Shiqin and I were left.

“Shiqin! What do you want me to do?” I asked him directly.

"You're quite decisive!" Shih-chin said.

"I can't go home too late today," I replied.

"Fine! I'm telling you, I want you to make love to me!" Shih-chin said.

"But...don't you have a girlfriend?" I asked.

"And don't you have a husband too!?" Shih-chin retorted.

"Okay...but not today!" I said.

"Why not today?" Shih-chin asked.

"Because...because...I'm not feeling well," I said.

"Alright! I won't force you. When is it okay?" Shih-chin said.

"How about a few days later?" I suggested.

"That's fine! But I want you to take off your underwear and give it to me right now!" Shih-chin said.

"Why?" I asked.

"To show your sincerity!" Shih-chin replied.

I thought about it; it was just a pair of underwear, so I did as he instructed. I stood up, reached under my skirt, took off my pantyhose first, and then took off my underwear and handed it to Shih-chin. He also told me to pull my skirt up so he could see my vulva. Although I felt a little shy, I was also a little excited, so I did as

he said. After looking at me for a while, he said:

"Hmm...you're very cooperative! For the next few days, don't wear underwear to work!" "

Why?" I asked.

"I like it this way! And you have to let me check you at least once a day until you can have sex with me!"

he replied.

So, for the next few days, Shih-chin would almost randomly conduct surprise checks on me. His method of checking was to ask me to lift my skirt so he could see if I was wearing underwear. Sometimes it was in the building's emergency stairwell, sometimes in the restroom, and sometimes even in the office. While other colleagues were working at their desks, he would walk over to my desk and ask me, while seated, to lift my skirt for him. Because he was very gentlemanly and never touched me, and because I somewhat enjoyed the thrill of exposure, I always did as he asked.

Strangely, Shiqin remained very patient and never brought up the matter of having sex with me again. I think he didn't know about my injured nipples and clitoris.

About a week later, my injuries had almost healed. One afternoon, he asked me to let him check me in the restaurant's restroom. Perhaps it was because he'd gotten used to seeing me naked lately that I felt a strange intimacy with him. So, as I lifted my skirt, I casually whispered in his ear,

"Why don't you want to touch me?"

"Heh! Heh! Do you want me to touch you?" Shiqin replied.

"No! No! I'm just curious!" I quickly denied.

"Since you brought it up, now spread your legs a little wider!" Shiqin commanded.

At that moment, my hands had already pulled my skirt high, and hearing his words, I involuntarily spread my legs. Shiqin didn't hesitate to reach for my vulva, gently stroking it. Perhaps because I hadn't been intimate with a man for ten days, I immediately felt aroused the moment Shiqin's hand touched my vulva. However, I suppressed the pleasurable sensation, afraid to make a sound, but my vulva disobeyed me and responded.

"I...I can...can I..." I said shyly.

"Can you do what?" Shiqin asked knowingly.

"I can...make love with you..." I said.

I was surprised that I would say such a thing; it seemed like I was taking the initiative.

In fact, I should be a pitiful victim, forced to comply with his demands because I was being threatened! But saying these words made it seem like I was actively seducing Shiqin. But I comforted myself, thinking that I said it because I wanted to end this quickly!

After hearing my words, Shiqin stopped touching me and said:

"Okay! Stay after work today!"

After saying that, Shiqin left the restroom alone, leaving me stunned.

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After work, after my two other colleagues left, I went to Shiqin's desk and asked him,

"Where are we going?"

"Right here!" Shiqin replied.

"Huh?! But...but there are other people from other departments in the office..." I questioned.

"Then let's wait for them to leave!" Shiqin replied.

"But...but they don't leave until eight o'clock!" I said.

"It's okay! Let's go eat first. Don't you have a key?" Shiqin said.

I thought about it, and what Shiqin said made sense, so I went to eat with him.

Lately, I don't know what's wrong with me, but I seem to never argue with Shiqin. Although I'm his supervisor and four years older than him, I almost always obey him except for work-related matters. Moreover, listening to him makes me feel less pressured; sometimes, I even look forward to him giving me orders.

When we returned to the office, everyone had already left.

"Alright! You can take off all your clothes now!" Shiqin said to me.

Although I was looking forward to having sex with Shiqin, the sudden request to undress made me hesitate.

"It's...too...bright...the people in the building across the street will...see...it..." I said.

"It's so late! Everyone's gone! Even if they can see, isn't it a good opportunity for you to expose yourself?"

Shiqin said.

I glanced at the buildings across the street; the lights were dim, and our office was on the 17th floor, almost the top floor, so it shouldn't be easy for anyone to see us. So, I obediently took off my clothes one by one, and soon I was completely naked.

"Good! Now climb onto your desk, like a dog, stick your butt up high!" Shiqin commanded.

Naked, I climbed onto the table using a chair as a stepping stone, and positioned myself as Shiqin instructed, facing the window and my backside towards the large office.

Shiqin glanced at me, asked for a lipstick, and wrote "Shen Jingrong" in large characters on my left thigh. Then he wrote three more characters on my back and stomach, seemingly my name.

"Why are you writing my name?" I asked.

"It's more interesting this way! I'll know who I'm doing it to!" Shiqin replied.

I didn't suspect anything and assumed my position again, waiting for his next move.

Shiqin was to my left. He walked over, examined my body, patted my buttocks a few times, and then ran his hand down my buttocks. My body, which I had been longing to touch, immediately reacted, and I involuntarily let out a soft "hmm." And I swayed my hips to meet Shih-Chin's hand movements.

Shih-Chin touched me for about five minutes, then suddenly, I felt his hand leave my vulva. Instinctively, I moved my hips to search for his hand, but I couldn't find his fingers again. At this moment, Shih-Chin spoke:

"Turn your head to the right and close your eyes. When I tell you to turn back, open your eyes and look at me!"

I didn't suspect anything and followed his command. When he told me to turn my head, I suddenly heard a "click!

click!" sound, accompanied by a flash. I looked closely and saw Shih-Chin holding a camera.

Before I could see clearly, he had already pressed the shutter three times.

"You...you why...why did you take pictures?" I asked him angrily.

"Of course, to make sure you'll listen to me!" Shih-Chin replied maliciously.

"Haven't I been listening to you lately?!" I said resentfully.

"I want you to listen to me from now on!" Shiqin said.

"What exactly do you want from me?" I asked helplessly.

"Don't worry! I just want to have some fun with you, I won't hurt you!" Shiqin said.

"You want to play! I'll play with you! But don't take pictures!" I said resentfully.

"I'm afraid you'll change your mind!" Shiqin said.

(Hearing his shameless words, I felt so regretful. If I had ignored his threats, he might not have dared to publicize them. Even if he had, without evidence, people wouldn't have believed him! They might have thought he was a troublemaker and a person of low character. Besides, the trip to the east was organized by my husband. Even if he heard about it, it wouldn't affect our relationship! I can't understand why I accepted his threats in the first place. I even thought he was a gentleman who wouldn't touch me casually. Now that I've fallen for his trick, what should I do? I'm so stupid!!!)

(How could I not understand such a simple thing? Was it because I had some expectations of him? What did I expect from him? Did I hope he would do something to me? Ah! I'm such a lewd woman!)

"You...you give me back the negatives, and I'll do what you say, okay?" I pleaded almost desperately.

"Fine! If you want to listen to me, let me finish this roll of film!" Shih-Chin said.

"No! No...no! Waaah..." I finally burst into tears.

"Look at you! You won't even do my little request, and you say you'll be obedient?" Shih-Chin said.

"But...but...you...waaah..." I didn't know how to refute him.

"Whatever! But think about it! I've already taken three pictures of you in this roll of film. Whether you want me to finish it or not doesn't really matter. If you let me finish, I promise to seal the film and not develop it. That way, besides you and me, no one else will see the photos. How about that?" Shih-Chin said.

After thinking for a long time, I realized it was almost impossible to get the negatives back, and what he said made sense, so I agreed to his request.

As soon as he saw that I was willing to let him take pictures, he excitedly began his actions.

First, he asked me to walk to the door of the general manager's office, turn my back to him, stick out my buttocks, spread my vulva with my hands, turn my head to let him take a picture, then face him, raise one leg and rest it on the door lock, spread my labia with my hands, and take another picture. Next, he asked me to go to other managers' offices and pose in the same way for him to take pictures, and each time he made sure the doorplates were in the frame.

Then, he asked me to stand on other colleagues' desks, sometimes in an awkward squatting position, sometimes sitting on them with my legs spread, sometimes in a doggy-style position, for him to take pictures. Moreover, before he took the picture, he insisted that I pick up any stationery on the desk and insert it into my vagina or anus. Sometimes he would insert three pencils or ballpoint pens into my anus, sometimes he would insert half a stapler, a ruler, a utility knife, or a bottle of chlorhexidine into my vagina, etc. He even forced me to insert a telephone receiver into my vagina, stretching it open so he could take close-up photos. Later, he found a photo of a male colleague on his desk in the sales department, so he glued the photo above my pubic hair and made me squat on top of the male colleague's teacup to masturbate, letting my vaginal fluid drip into the teacup. Then he would take a full-body photo and a close-up photo of the vaginal fluid dripping into the teacup.

Next, he made me walk to the elevator outside the company. Our commercial building has four elevators, and the top floors are all large offices. There are only four companies on the 17th floor. Now, he made me stand in front of one of the elevators, raise one leg and brace it against the door frame, exposing my vulva. Then he would reach around from behind my buttocks to my vulva and use my fingers to spread my labia, making him take photos of this lewd action. To avoid being seen, I obediently followed his instructions. Then, he told me to walk to the men's restroom, point to the sign, take a picture, and then go inside. He then demanded that I urinate in the urinal like a boy.

"This... I can't pee like this..." I said.

"Liar! You could pee on the road!" Shih-chin said.

"Take your time to build up your composure! It won't look good if someone comes to use the restroom like this!" Shih-chin continued threateningly.

Reluctantly, I bent my legs, thrusting my vulva towards the urinal, trying to contract my bladder muscles. After about a minute, I finally urinated. Shih-chin demanded that I turn to look at the camera so he could take a picture. I was nervous and shy, but I had no choice. After urinating, my right thigh was covered in urine, which I found very embarrassing.

Finally, with only two negatives left, he asked me to return to the glass door at the company entrance and take two photos, mimicking the general manager's pose at the door, ensuring the company logo and full name were included in the frame.

Afterward, he carefully put the negatives into his small briefcase and said to me,

"Very good! You cooperated well! I won't have them developed."

"You...you...really...won't..." I asked him tremblingly.

"As long as you listen to me, I promise I won't!" Shiqin said earnestly.

At this point, I had no choice but to accept my fate.

Actually, throughout the entire photoshoot, I cooperated fully with Shiqin's instructions, even posing in rather lewd or unattractive ways without hesitation when he asked me to. During this time, Shiqin kept praising my legs, which actually gave me a sense of satisfaction. As the camera flash kept going off, my emotions kept jumping around. After I finished taking the pictures, I felt a sense of unfinished business, and at the same time, my lower body was soaked.

My emotions were already running high. Although Shiqin didn't touch me, the photo-taking process was incredibly stimulating. Every time Shiqin told me how to pose, my emotions rose with his descriptions, and when he pressed the shutter, I felt an excitement akin to reaching a mini-orgasm. I had never experienced anything like this before, and I actually liked the feeling, but I didn't dare say it.

Seeing Shiqin's serious expression, I suddenly felt a sexual urge to become his woman. I involuntarily threw myself into his arms, wrapped my arms around his neck, and said in a gentle, slightly coquettish tone:

"Shiqin... as long as you don't hurt me... I... I'll always listen to you... okay... okay?"

Shiqin didn't answer me; he simply pressed my head against his stomach. I understood and unzipped Shiqin's pants, took out his already erect penis, and massaged his shaft with my tongue, stimulating his glans and urethra with the tip of my tongue. Then I swallowed it whole, letting Shiqin use my mouth as a sex organ.

That night, I made Shiqin ejaculate once in my vagina and once in my rectum. I could feel that he enjoyed the sex, because he kept kissing me, invading my mouth with his tongue and letting me suck his saliva. I love the feeling of kissing! However, my husband is not very willing to kiss me; I know he thinks I'm dirty. But Shiqin not only let me suck his tongue, but also wanted me to suck his tongue. This made me extremely excited. Tonight, I don't know how many orgasms I had, because when Shiqin was sucking my tongue and his penis was constantly thrusting in and out of my vagina, I felt that the orgasms were continuous, and I even fainted at one point.

I lay exhausted on my desk. I don't know how long it was before I woke up slowly, smelling the smoke. I saw Shiqin sitting next to me, fully dressed and smoking.

That night, when I got home, it was almost midnight.
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Exposed Lewd Wife (16) Office Discipline

Ever since Shiqin took a roll of perverted nude photos of me in the office that night, he demanded that I never wear underwear to work again, not even during my period. So, I gave up using sanitary pads and switched to tampons. Soon after, Shiqin even forbade me to wear a bra. From then on, I always

went to work "internally" without underwear.

At first, I was very uncomfortable because the constant worry about being exposed made it hard for me to concentrate on my work. However, Shiqin deliberately wanted me to do this. Moreover, Shih-chin would come to check on me at irregular intervals every day, but aside from that, he wouldn't bother me. Occasionally, he would ask me to have sex with him after work, and I didn't really resist his requests. After a while, I gradually got used to going to work without underwear and accepting my subordinate's (Shih-chin's) physical examinations.

Thinking back, my husband would often ask me to do perverted things on Friday nights or Saturdays. Although I would obey his orders, I always felt incredibly ashamed. Sometimes my heart would race so fast I almost fainted. But outside of those times, we acted like a normal couple, and he never mentioned that kind of thing. Now, however, Shih-chin demands that I be in a state of potentially exposed perverted feelings every day. After a few weeks, I found my sense of shame slowly numbing. Sometimes, I even hoped Shih-chin would make even more intense demands of me.

Since returning from the East Coast, my husband has been quite polite to me and hasn't asked me to do any perverted things anymore, and we rarely have sex anymore. I know he's been especially nice to me lately because he felt guilty after injuring my nipples and clitoris during our trip to the east. While it gives me a sense of simple happiness, like when we were newlyweds, my desires can't be contained. I've wanted to tell my husband about my needs several times, but for some reason, I'm always too afraid to speak up. Plus, my inappropriate relationship with Shih-chin is becoming increasingly complicated, and I'm terrified my husband will find out. So every day when I get home, I appear calm and peaceful on the surface, but inside I'm filled with anxiety and unease. Occasionally, I wish my husband could take Shih-chin's place, but whenever that thought comes up, the thrill diminishes slightly. I don't understand why this is.

Sometimes I wonder if it's because my husband hasn't been playing those perverted games with me lately that I've become so receptive to Shih-chin's threats (which I've always thought were threats)? Or am I just a naturally promiscuous woman? I remember when I was little, my home was filled with a scholarly atmosphere. Both my parents were teachers,

and

I was the second of three sisters. My family was very strict with our behavior, always holding us to the standards of model students, and we lived up to their expectations, achieving excellent grades from a young age. My older sister earned her doctorate and soon after chose a teaching career; she remains unmarried. My younger sister is still pursuing a degree in graduate school. I'm the only one who didn't continue my studies after graduating from university, and of the three children, I'm the only one who is married with children.

Actually, I felt curious and interested in relationships between men and women as early as my first year of junior high school. However, my strict upbringing prevented me from discussing it. My family always used my eldest sister, who was in her second year of high school at the time, as a role model for us. Although my sister was quite pretty, she had never had a boyfriend; it seemed her entire life revolved around studying. Even in college, she refused to accept

the advances of several suitors. Under this example, my sisters and I developed serious and reserved personalities. However, in my third year of junior high, I started masturbating while showering. I liked to use a strong stream of water to wash my genitals and breasts. Sometimes, while applying soap, I would deliberately rub my clitoris and labia. Later, I even inserted my fingers into my vagina and played with them, convincing myself that it was a necessary act for personal hygiene. But I often felt unsatisfied, and I didn't know any other way to make myself feel better.

In high school, I attended the same all-girls school my sister had attended. My curiosity and desire for sex never diminished. I often fantasized with my immature mind. Because I had never actually experienced sex between men and women, my thoughts were wildly imaginative and unrealistic. The monotonous act of masturbation was no longer satisfying, so I learned to use substitutes, such as combs, pencils, pens, soda bottles, and so on. Once, I even used a broom handle to masturbate, which gave me an unprecedented sense of excitement. Thus, I slowly developed a fetish.

I remember the summer after I got into university, one day I was strolling past a theater and saw several pornographic movie posters on the wall, all featuring explicit images of men and women. Usually, whenever I saw something like that, I would quickly turn my head away or walk past it. But this time, for some reason, I felt a tingling sensation in my head, so I unconsciously took out my money, bought a ticket, and went in.

When I entered the theater, I was greeted by close-up shots of female genitalia. A vibrating dildo was inserted into the woman's vagina, and a hand was holding something that looked like a short steel pipe, inserted into the woman's anus. All I could hear were the woman's moans. I stood frozen in the doorway, terrified. A moment later, the camera zoomed out, and I saw a Western woman with a foreign object inserted into her genitals, sucking on a huge penis. Behind her, another woman was playing with her anus, and this woman was being penetrated by a Western man. This was the first time I had ever seen a male penis inserted into a woman's vagina.

When I saw this, I noticed many people turning to look at me. It turned out that I had frozen there after pushing open the theater door, leaving it open. The theater, which was already dark, was now being flooded with light from outside, attracting a lot of attention. However, what I saw were pairs of eyes filled with lust, and they were all men. Only then did I come to my senses, and I turned and ran out the door, covering two blocks.

When I stopped, I found my face burning and my breathing rapid. Recalling the scene I had just witnessed, my body felt hot, my head was still numb, and I felt my genitals were wet. I had been leaning against the wall, but now I felt a urge. I started walking, unconsciously, until I found myself on a rather deserted street. Finding no one around, I somehow turned into a small fire escape alleyway among the old buildings and began masturbating inside my skirt. From that moment on, I discovered how exciting masturbation outdoors could be. The thought of being seen by strangers, of being molested or raped by strange men, could make me incredibly aroused, even leading to orgasm. From then on, I became addicted to this feeling.

I feel like I have two different personalities sharing one body. Most of the time, I am a dignified, calm, conservative, and rational woman, but on certain nights, I transform into a sexually driven, wanton woman. I would find secluded corners, lift my skirt, and masturbate, fantasizing about all sorts of scenarios. Sometimes I would use surrounding objects to help me masturbate, such as empty drink bottles, stones, branches, sticks, tables, chairs, or even rubbing my genitals against a corner of the wall to reach orgasm. Once, while masturbating in a corner of the school, I found a lot of cigarette butts on the ground. I picked them up and stuffed them into my vagina, fantasizing about several men raping me, feeling incredibly lewd. But later, it took me a lot of effort to remove the cigarette butts.

Thinking

back on this, a question arises in my mind: if my lover, husband, and Shiqin hadn't treated me like that, would I have become so lewd myself? Could it be that, as Shiqin said, I really have the subconscious nature of a harlot? He even said he would properly "train" me, making me a woman who is consistent inside and out!?

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Around ten o'clock that morning, Shiqin walked to my desk. Before he even spoke, my eyes were fixed on him, and I automatically pulled up my skirt until my genitals were exposed, then slowly opened my thighs and pulled my top open a little so he could see my breasts. This seemed to have become a reflexive action for me.

"Very good! You've adapted very well to the first stage of training. I'll take you shopping tonight!" Shiqin whispered to me.

I nodded to him.

That evening, Shiqin took me to buy a lot of clothes, mostly revealing or sexy items.

There were several super short, tight-fitting mini-skirts, like the kind worn by actresses on Channel Z. Wearing these mini-skirts, if you bend over, your buttocks are almost completely exposed.

I didn't want to buy them, but Shih-chin said my legs were long and my curves were beautiful, so these mini-skirts would look good on me, and

besides, he wouldn't let me have any objections. There were also mini-skirts, tight-fitting mini-skirts, and several tops. Some tops were like open-front garments, revealing my navel; others were made of two pieces of fabric crossed around my neck, with no back. The rest of the tops were also very sexy, but the material seemed to make my nipples faintly visible.

Honestly, I think Shih-chin has pretty good taste. The clothes he picked out for me, although very revealing, were all very attractive—or rather, sexy!

I never thought I would buy this kind of clothing, but now, under Shih-chin's "semi-coercion," I happily went along with it and bought them.

"Why did you suddenly want to bring me to buy these clothes?" I asked Shiqin.

"To make you look prettier!" Shiqin replied.

"But they're all so revealing! I don't think I'd dare wear them out," I said.

"Revealing is good! I want you to wear them to work!" Shiqin said.

"What!? Wear...wear...clothes like these to...work?" I questioned.

"What's wrong with that! I see lots of women wearing these to work!" Shiqin said.

"But...but our jobs...aren't suitable, and besides, they all wear...wear...underwear..." I said.

"Who says you have to dress a certain way for every job! Women dress to please themselves, so why can't you dress up a little? Besides, these clothes, while a bit sexy, are all very stylish! What era are we living in?

It's not like we're going to wear weird clothes!" Shiqin said.

I thought for a moment, then said to him,

"But...but I usually wear more formal suits, so suddenly wearing this is...very strange, and...my husband will...will suspect me..."

"People change! Who says you have to stay the same? Maybe your husband will like seeing his wife become more fashionable! Who wants to marry a haggard old woman? Besides, I'm not asking you to wear this every day. Can't you alternate between different outfits?" Shiqin said.

"If you have any concerns about your husband, you can change your clothes after leaving home each day, but you're not allowed to change after entering the company, understand?" Shih-chin added.

Shih-chin spoke in that unyielding tone at the end, and I knew there was no room for negotiation.

"Then...then can...can I wear...pantyhose?" I tried to plead.

"Why do you need pantyhose?" Shih-chin questioned.

(Ever since he forbade me from wearing underwear and a bra to work, he's even forbade me from wearing pantyhose.)

"Wearing this kind of clothing without pantyhose looks...awful," I said hesitantly.

"Heh heh! You care about looking good, don't you! Okay! Pantyhose are not allowed, but you can wear stockings!" Shih-chin said.

"Stockings!? I...I don't..." I said.

"You've never worn them, have you? Your legs are so beautiful, it's a waste of your figure if you've never worn stockings! Come on! I'll take you to buy some!" Shiqin chimed in.

So, Shiqin took me to a department store and picked out several styles of stockings, and we also bought two pairs of high heels to match. I even went to withdraw cash to pay, because I didn't dare use my card, afraid my husband would find out. Throughout the shopping process, the saleswomen kept praising my figure and complimenting Shiqin as a gentle and considerate husband. I felt a little embarrassed and speechless, but Shiqin chatted and laughed with them as if I really were his wife.

(Actually, up to tonight, Shiqin has given me a strange feeling. He's constantly going to great lengths to dress me up, like a considerate boyfriend. And his sometimes irresistible, masculine chauvinistic way of speaking has perfectly captured my heart. I feel that his understanding of women is something my husband can't match. My husband never accompanies me shopping for clothes. He always compliments my figure at opportune moments, even joining the saleswomen in praising me, which makes me feel flattered. I can't help but wonder, am I only doing this because Shiqin intimidated me? Or am I doing this willingly? This thought flashes by, and I dare not think about it any longer!)

"What are you thinking about?" Shiqin asked me.

"Oh! Nothing! Nothing!" I hurriedly answered him.

"That's good! We only have one last thing to buy today, let's go!" Shiqin said.

"Oh! I have to buy more?! What are you going to buy? I think I need to go get more money!" I replied.

"No need to go get it! The things you need to buy now are gifts for you. I told you, as long as you listen to me, I won't mistreat you!" Shih-chin said.

(Hearing Shih-chin say this, I actually felt a sense of happiness. I couldn't help but feel a little confused as to why I had developed a strange fondness for Shih-chin lately, and why my obedience to him wasn't hostile like it had been at the beginning—it didn't seem like the reaction someone who had been intimidated and controlled should have.)

Then, Shih-chin took me to sex shops. We visited three stores and bought more than ten different sex toys. There were electric dildos, vibrators, enema kits, whips, things that looked like ointments, things that looked like plugs... and so on. Some of the things didn't look like sex toys at all. Shih-chin told me that I would love them in the future.

Shih-chin gave all these things to me, saying they were gifts to reward me for my good behavior over the past few weeks, and told me to keep them in the car and carry them with me every day.

I originally thought Shiqin would ask me to have sex that night, but he only told me to wear a new outfit to work the next day and then told me to go home early. I couldn't figure out what Shiqin was thinking, and after we broke up that night, I actually felt a little lost!

The next day, I waited until my husband left before going to work.

I put on a mini-skirted dress with irregular stripes and tied a wide belt. Before leaving, I stood in front of the mirror for a while, thinking I looked good, but also feeling very strange. Seeing the marks of two nipples on my chest made me hesitate to go out.

Because late last night, I suddenly got my period, so I took off my underwear with a sanitary pad stuck to it, took a tampon, and awkwardly inserted it into my vagina. Seeing a cotton thread sticking out of my vagina gave me a lewd feeling.

Because of this delay, I arrived at the company a little late. As soon as I entered the office, I noticed many colleagues were looking at me, even male colleagues from other departments were greeting me. When I entered my office, I saw that the three of them were already there.

"Wow! The director looks especially beautiful today!" Xiao Lin said.

"Not only beautiful, but also very sexy!" Xiao Chen chimed in.

"Did you have a fight with your husband and dress like this for a date?" Shi Qin also joined in the teasing.

"What?! I'm dressed differently, and you're all making a fuss! Let's get to work!" I said, blushing but trying to remain calm.

Actually, the switchboard operators at our company often dress very fashionably, but everyone is used to it.

It was already 9:20 AM. I stipulated that our group would hold a meeting every morning at 10:00 AM to monitor progress and coordinate work-related issues. Since programming work doesn't have strict time constraints, the time before 10:00 AM was flexible. Just

then, Shih-Chin walked to my desk. I was hesitating whether to lift my skirt for him to check (because Xiao-Lin and Xiao-Chen were still curiously glancing at me) when he spoke first:

"Director, would you like some breakfast?"

As he spoke, he subtly placed a note in front of me.

"I've already eaten at home!" I replied.

"Then I'll go eat first, and come back for the meeting later!" Shih-Chin said.

"Oh... okay! Don't take too long!" I said.

"Okay!" Shih-Chin said and left the office.

I opened Shiqin's note; it read, "9:30, 17th floor stairwell."

So I pretended to organize some documents, and at 9:28, I got up and headed towards the stairwell.

The stairwell in our office building is a rather secluded corner. It's rarely used, especially by offices on the higher floors, so its fire doors are always closed…

When I pushed open the fire door, I didn't see Shiqin.

"Jingrong! Over here!"

I was startled and looked towards the source of the voice, only to find Shiqin waving at me from the stairwell leading to the 18th floor.

Our commercial building has 18 floors in total. The top floor (the 18th floor) is entirely booked by a large company. Each floor has three sections of stairs, and Shiqin is currently halfway up the stairs to the 18th floor.

"Why are you hiding there? You scared me!" I said as I climbed the stairs.

"I'm sitting right here, what am I hiding from?" Shiqin said with a smile.

"What is it?" I asked.

Shiqin looked me up and down and said, "Hmm! Really sexy!"

Then, he pointed at me.

I understood and pulled up my mini-skirt, exposing my vulva to Shiqin. Then I lowered the shoulder straps, and then pulled down the top covering my chest, and my breasts immediately popped out.

"Good! Very good! You're becoming more and more obedient, worth training! Just keep this up, go to the fire door on the 18th floor and then come back down!" Shiqin said.

"But...but...what if someone..." I said nervously.

"Don't worry! This is the top floor, no one will use the fire escape. Even if someone does, that'll be more exciting! We'll just let them see! That way you'll pay the price for being exposed!" Shiqin said.

For some reason, I couldn't resist Shiqin's orders, or perhaps I should say I didn't want to. I felt like I trusted him a lot.

So, I carefully walked up to the 18th floor, afraid my high heels would make a sound, and then walked back to Shiqin's side.

"How does it feel?" Shiqin asked me.

"So...nervous!" I replied.

My body was still trembling slightly.

"Is it wet down there?" Shih-chin asked me.

"It... seems... there..." I replied.

"See! I wasn't wrong! You have the nature of a slut! That's why you're wet!" Shih-chin said.

After saying that, Shih-chin reached down and touched my genitals.

"Ah! No! I'm menstruating!" I said hurriedly.

Upon hearing this, Shih-chin told me to turn around, bend over, and spread my legs for him to see.

Shih-Chin, holding the exposed cotton thread, pulled the tampon out a little and then tucked it back in, saying,

"I was originally going to have you insert an electric dildo, but now that you have a tampon, this hole is spared!"

Just as I was about to ask him what he meant, Shih-Chin added,

"Go to your car now, get the enema syringe and plug, and come here."

He didn't give me a chance to explain and urged me to get them immediately.

Since my car was parked in the underground parking lot, I pulled up my clothes, went back to my office to get my keys, and took the elevator down. In the elevator, I attracted quite a few glances. Although I felt uncomfortable when people stared at my chest or legs, I found I liked the feeling.

A little while later, I was back beside Shih-Chin.

"From now on, I'll feed you 'breakfast' every day. Today it's... 'milk'!" "

As he spoke, Shih-Chin picked up a carton of milk and waved it in front of me.

It turned out he was going to use the milk to give me an enema.

"But...but the meeting is about to start..." I tried to argue.

"You only need to 'eat breakfast' before the meeting! Otherwise, it'll become lunch," Shih-Chin said.

Then, Shih-Chin took an enema syringe, drew 200cc of milk, and made me lift my skirt and bend over. He then inserted the syringe into my anus, slowly pushing all 200cc of milk into my rectum.

"How does it feel?" he asked while massaging my anus.

"It's...very strange!" I answered him.

"Do you feel like you need to poop?" Shih-Chin asked again.

"It's...okay, but...it feels weird..." I replied.

Then Shih-Chin used a tuck-shaped plug with a bulging tip to plug my anus.

"Alright! We're running late for the meeting, you can go now!" Shiqin said.

So, I suppressed the strange feeling coming from my anus and went back to my office. After a while, Shiqin slowly strolled in.

During the meeting, only Shiqin was truly focused. The other two colleagues kept staring at my chest. This low-cut, tight-fitting mini-dress was made of elastic material, which pulled my breasts inward, creating a noticeable and alluring cleavage. With my two erect nipples pressing against the fabric that barely concealed my curves, it was no wonder they were distracted. Besides enduring their strange looks, I also had to suppress the increasingly strong urge to defecate. And Shiqin seemed to be doing it intentionally, asking many work-related questions that left me speechless.

Finally, the meeting ended, and I rushed to the toilet, pulled out the plug from my anus, and a stream of white liquid gushed out, later turning into a yellowish-brown, viscous substance. In that instant, I felt all the physical and mental pressure released, and my whole body felt incredibly refreshed.

From then on, "enemas" became almost a daily routine before meetings, which Shiqin always liked to call "eating breakfast." Most of the time, he would "feed" me milk, but sometimes he would change it up, such as juice, soda, or beer. Soda and beer were especially unbearable for me, because the cold drinks, after being warmed up inside my body, caused the constantly released gas to churn in my rectum, resulting in an unbearable urge to defecate. I almost defecated in front of my colleagues once, forcing me to interrupt the meeting and run to the toilet to relieve myself.

At first, I felt extremely ashamed and uncomfortable with the enemas, but Shih-chin told me it was a necessary part of the "training." I didn't know what he wanted to train me into. I asked him several times, but he wouldn't say. Later, I gradually got used to the daily enemas, and even started to enjoy the awkwardness before meetings and the relief afterward. I also discovered that the mental refreshment after relieving myself in the toilet after meetings made me more energetic.

Gradually, I found myself quite used to being naked in front of Shih-chin, unlike the shame I felt at the beginning. When he gave me enemas or touched me, I would automatically assume various positions to cooperate with him without feeling embarrassed at all. I felt like I had become Shih-chin's plaything. When I was with him, my attention was almost entirely focused on enjoying being played with by him, and sometimes I felt my consciousness slowly drifting away from reality.

Shih-chin was always very patient, taking it one step at a time, slowly letting me adapt to his perverse demands.

My husband is different from Shih-chin. He always wants me to do very intense things all at once. Although it's emotionally stimulating, I often can't appreciate the subtle feelings involved, and the sudden emotional ups and downs are hard for me to handle. Sometimes I wonder if my husband is just trying to get revenge on me. Thinking back to our trip to the east, how he deliberately brought that prostitute (Sandy) over, and the sight of them having sex in front of me still makes me uneasy. I care deeply about it, but I don't dare tell him. I know I have no right to be jealous because I myself… Sigh! It's so contradictory!

Lately, my husband hasn't asked me to do anything inappropriate. Does he feel it's wrong to retaliate like this? Or is he just busy lately? I often lie and say I'm working overtime, and he doesn't seem to suspect anything. It's strange! Does he still love me? He's been so good to me lately; I should be happy, right? But am I? Even stranger, I don't feel guilty about Shih-chin and my recent behavior. What am I thinking? What kind of woman am I?

Lately, I've been going to the stairwell first to endure Shiqin's perverted behavior before entering the office. Gradually, I've stopped wearing formal suits to work.

The first time my husband saw me dressed like this, I told him I wanted a different feeling and mood for work. Surprisingly, he didn't ask many questions. He didn't know I wasn't wearing underwear; he just asked why I wasn't wearing a bra. I argued that this material would make a bra look unsightly. He suggested I put nipple covers on my nipples. So, from then on, I always put nipple covers on my nipples first and then remove them after leaving the house. I've been dressing more and more daringly, and my husband eventually got used to it.

Therefore, besides the sexy clothes I bought last time, I've recently bought a lot of new clothes, all of them quite revealing or sexy. The weather was getting colder, but I still wore very little clothing. I increasingly enjoyed being stared at with lustful and greedy eyes, and I became indifferent to other men staring at my cleavage and prominent nipples. My initial shyness transformed into a thrilling sense of accomplishment, as if I were being sexually assaulted by so many men's gazes every day. Sometimes, I felt wet down there all day. In elevators, I would occasionally feel the urge to be touched. Sometimes, when it was crowded, I would deliberately press myself close to the strangers next to me, enjoying the stimulation from their different reactions.

Shiqin really had a head full of strange ideas. Besides enemas, sometimes he would insert glass beads into my anus, sometimes as many as twenty, making my butt feel like it was going to explode.

Sometimes, he would take out a string of beads like Buddhist prayer beads, but each bead was bigger than a thumb, and insert them one by one into my anus, leaving two or three sticking out at the end, and then make me go to work like that. He would randomly ask me to stick my butt out for him to examine me. Each time he examined me, he would pull out a bead, until my miniskirt could barely cover it. It felt like I had a tail sticking out of my skin, swaying back and forth as I walked. Sometimes, he would insert the beads directly into my vagina, saying that way my skirt wouldn't be able to cover it anymore.

He would also use clothespins to clamp my labia, saying that my labia were large enough to hold many. Sometimes he would clamp ten clothespins for me, five on each labia, two neat rows of clothespins spread out in a V-shape at the entrance of my vagina, which he jokingly called the guards at the entrance of the "devil's cave." Then, he would demand that I perform oral sex on him, claiming that his penis was a revolutionary army and that I needed to "train" him regularly so that he could eventually "attack" the "devil's cave." I found his analogy hilarious, but I enjoyed performing oral sex on him, especially in the company building's emergency stairwell. The thrill of potentially being discovered at any moment made me very excited.

Sometimes, he would deliberately urinate first, making me lick the residue of urine he hadn't wiped clean. I would smell his body odor, my tongue sucking on his penis, while a dull, throbbing pain emanated from my genitals. That feeling of being abused and violated often brought my desire to another level, making me willingly clean his genitals with my mouth, hoping to drink his semen. Shiqin didn't ejaculate every time, but whenever he did, I would swallow every last drop. He always called me a bitch, a bitch always in heat. Once, he deliberately ejaculated on the wall and made me lick it clean, which I did without hesitation. I don't know why, but at that moment, I didn't feel dirty. I just felt that under certain circumstances, obeying a man's demands and pleasing him gave me excitement and a sense of accomplishment.

Actually, I really liked the slightly spicy, urine-smelling odor, and the pungent smell of semen's male hormones. I enjoy the smell of sweat and urine on men, because it arouses my sexual desire every time I smell it.

Before moving into our new house, we hired decorators. They worked late into the night, and I loved checking on their progress after get off work, bringing them drinks as a token of appreciation. I also enjoyed the pungent smell of five or six grown men working so hard. When they approached me and spoke, the strong odor would arouse me. Looking back, I think I probably wouldn't have resisted if they had tried to rape me. I remember leaving behind a dirty undershirt and two old paintbrushes after they finished, which I secretly kept. That night, on the rooftop, inhaling the lingering masculine odor of that undershirt, and using the old paintbrush to penetrate myself, unfortunately, that man (my husband calls him my lover) saw me, which led to all the subsequent events.

One day after work, Shih-Chin took me to his place and showed me a videotape. It was a Japanese pornographic film depicting three girls attending a training camp. After three days of sexual abuse, one girl ran away, and the other two became sex slaves. One of the girls completely abandoned her sense of shame, walking naked in broad daylight on a busy street, bound by ropes, enduring people's stares and whispers.

Throughout the video, Shih-Chin sat quietly beside me, not touching me. After watching it, Shih-Chin asked me, "How did you feel?"

"They filmed it so realistically!" I said, blushing.

"It is real!" Shih-Chin replied.

"How could that be? Won't they... get caught?" I said.

"Possibly! But that's part of the excitement, isn't it?" Shih-Chin said.

After Shiqin finished speaking, he just stared at me without saying anything more.

After an awkward silence, I finally spoke up and asked him,

"You...you...are you...going to...do that to me?"

"What do you think? Hmm~ Tell me, are you wet down there yet?" Shiqin asked.

I nodded.

"I think you have more 'potential' than those girls in there!" Shiqin said.

"Impossible! I could never become like that!" I said firmly.

"Don't get agitated! If you really don't like it, I won't force you! My girlfriend doesn't have that kind of talent, and I didn't force her!" Shiqin said.

"Hmph! She's your girlfriend, you wouldn't do that to her!" I said, my voice tinged with jealousy.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Silly girl! She's my girlfriend, but you're my 'woman'!" Shiqin laughed as he hugged me.

Shiqin truly understood women's hearts. Because the moment those words left my mouth, I immediately regretted them. But Shiqin so easily dispelled my jealousy, ended the pointless discussion, and nipped my budding regret in the bud with his actions. After hugging me, he immediately touched my genitals, his tongue entwining with mine, causing my body to go limp with his movements. He knew that I was already aroused after watching the video.

That night, there was no sadomasochism, no other tricks, just pure sex between Shiqin and me, and I reached orgasm. I don't know what my state of mind was, but I cherish and savor this sexual experience.

From that night on, Shiqin gradually intensified his methods of "training" me.

I've gotten quite used to Shiqin giving me enemas. Sometimes, when he doesn't, he'll take out some strange things and stuff them into my anus, making me used to having foreign objects in my butt while I'm at work. Sometimes he does both.

Next, he "trains" my vagina. Sometimes he inserts a vibrating dildo into my vagina and makes me grip it while he works. Sometimes, he puts a vibrating egg in both my vagina and anus. While he's working, he'll turn the vibration on or off intermittently, often making me so wet at work that I can't concentrate. A few times, the vibrating egg fell out of my vagina, and I quickly put it back in when no one was looking.

Once, he bought two tea eggs, peeled them, put them inside two condoms, and then inserted them into my vagina and anus respectively, leaving the excess condoms outside. Because they were still hot, they burned me so much I jumped up and down. Then he took out a bunch of clothespins, clamping them not only onto my labia but also onto any exposed condoms, even my clitoris. He said he clamped a total of thirty, and then told me to go back to work with a bunch of clothespins clamped to my genitals like that. I was afraid the clothespins would fall off, but I couldn't walk with my legs spread wide, so I had no choice but to push the clothespins holding the condoms as far back as possible behind my thighs and slowly walk back to the office. Shiqin later told me that with each step, my stretchy skirt was squeezed and bulged out by the clothespins, looking really strange from behind. Several colleagues saw this and gossiped about it, making me blush. At lunchtime, when most of my colleagues went out to eat, Shiqin made me eat a tea egg in the office.

Next, he trained me to drink urine.

Sometimes he would take me to the end of the stairs leading to the rooftop on the 18th floor. First, he would give me an enema, then insert two electric dildos, one large and one small, into my vagina and anus (at this point, my anus was much more resistant to the urge to defecate than before). Then he would make me give him a blowjob, and then ejaculate into my mouth, which I would swallow entirely. After a while, when he wanted to urinate, he would first urinate into a pre-prepared container. When the flow of urine weakened, he would make me catch it with my mouth, drink it all, and then lick his penis clean. After that,

I would drink the urine in the container. Because he aroused me so much, I wasn't averse to drinking his urine; on the contrary, I felt a strong sense of being conquered. Later, even if he didn't play with my genitals to arouse my desire, I was willing to drink his urine. To get me used to drinking urine, and even to make me enjoy it, Shiqin would sometimes fill a beverage can with his urine while I was at work and then secretly place it on my desk, forcing me to drink it. Sometimes when we went out to eat, he would run off to urinate halfway through, then collect his urine in a cup or other container and make me drink it like a beverage. At first, I drank his urine purely out of a masochistic lust, but gradually, after getting used to it, I didn't find urine so unpleasant.

Sometimes, when he couldn't urinate, he would make me drink his own urine. He would place a plastic cup on the platform at the end of the stairwell and make me urinate in it; I often ended up urinating everywhere, and then he would make me drink the urine in the cup. Occasionally, he would order me to urinate on the balcony, saying that our office building was very tall and no one would see me, while he himself would stand guard at the entrance from the stairwell to the balcony, keeping watch over me as I urinated and drank urine.

I found that in this state of anxiety and fear of being seen, Shiqin was my only support. I relied on him, obeyed him, and pleased him. He also praised my recent improved performance, saying I was very adaptable and my potential was slowly being unleashed.

Later, he said he would train my courage.

First, he would ask me to lift my skirt, exposing my genitals covered in clips or vibrating dildos. If my clothes allowed for exposing my breasts, he would clip clips to my nipples. Then he would make me walk from the 17th floor to the 15th floor and back up, adding floors one by one once I got used to it. I found that below the 10th floor, there was always a risk of being seen. For some reason, the fire door on the 9th floor was often open. Once, when I was on my way from the 10th floor to the 9th floor, I bumped into a girl leaning against the wall smoking. I was startled and hurriedly pulled down my skirt, but I didn't have time to pull up my shirt. The girl looked at me in surprise, and I immediately turned around and ran upstairs. Later, she didn't chase after me, but I was already covered in a cold sweat.

Actually, this wasn't the first time I'd bumped into someone. Usually, if someone's in the stairwell, they'll make some noise. The echoes are quite strong in the enclosed stairwell, so when I hear a sound, I usually have time to cover myself. I also carefully check before walking. With three sections of stairs, it's easy to see if anyone is below or above just by peeking out. But that day, partly because I was careless, and partly because the girl was completely silent, I was caught in my embarrassing state.

The training method that terrified me the most was having to climb the stairs naked in the building's stairwell. I would often tremble with fear, feeling almost completely exhausted, as if I were experiencing an orgasm.

I remember that day was rather cold. I was wearing a thin, cape-like coat that was about ten or twenty centimeters above my knees. Shiqin told me to take off the coat, and after he helped me with an enema, he made me remove all my clothes except for my stockings, and then put the coat back on. He merely symbolically clipped a few hair clips onto my nipples and labia, then accompanied me from the 17th floor to the 10th floor. He then took off my coat, leaving me naked on the 10th floor, telling me I could only start climbing back up after a minute, and that I couldn't run. After saying this, he took my clothes and coat and quickly climbed up himself.

I was terrified, my mind went blank, and my legs went weak. When I finally reached the 17th floor, I couldn't see Shiqin. I almost cried. Suddenly, I heard a voice from the 18th floor say, "I'm up there!" My body jolted, and I almost fainted. Later, I realized it was Shiqin speaking to me. When I reached him, I couldn't hold back my fear any longer and buried my face in his chest, crying.

Later, Shiqin used this method to train me several times. Sometimes he would make me go to the balcony to expel the enema fluid before letting me put on my coat. He wouldn't let me wipe my bottom, and he would also take away my clothes, making me work all day in just one coat. This coat only had three buttons, the bottom button only reaching near my genitals, while the top button was about ten centimeters below my breasts. The open front almost couldn't cover my breasts, and if I sat down or walked quickly, my genitals would be exposed. Logically, I should have been very worried about being exposed, but I wasn't as apprehensive as I had imagined. On the one hand, compared to climbing stairs naked, this was child's play; on the other hand, having clothes covering my body made me feel less ashamed.

Shiqin's training over these past few months seemed to have made my sense of shame increasingly numb. Although I'm still afraid of being naked and worried about being seen doing my perverted things, I no longer feel ashamed of "flashing" myself. Instead, I enjoy the feeling of others seeing me "flashing," and it even excites me.

Sometimes, Shih-Chin would ask me to deliberately bend over to find information, with my legs straight or spread apart, causing my super-short mini-skirt to ride up, vaguely revealing my genitals. At this point, Shih-Chin would intentionally attract the attention of Xiao-Chen or Xiao-Lin, then they would gossip or tease them with lewd remarks.

"Hey~ Looks like she's not wearing anything!"

"I see! I see!"

"Hey! Bend down and look, is she wearing anything?"

"Wow! So much hair!"

"A black forest!"

"Ah! I see~ her~ ass~"

"So flashy!"

"The director must be sexually frustrated lately, dressing more and more flashy!"

"It seems like she's showing it to us on purpose?"

"Go ask her!"

"I think the director 'likes' you!" "

Stop talking nonsense! How could that be?"

"Hey! Hey~ Hey~ Look! It looks like there's some vaginal fluid!"

"Shh~ Keep your voice down!"

"Do you want to sleep with me?"

"No way! How could that be? She's married and has kids!"

"Can't I say that?!"

"The director has really changed a lot lately!"

"..."

Sometimes Shih-Chin would deliberately raise his voice, making them so smug that they would shout back, so I could hear their conversation. Sometimes I wear looser tops, and when I'm discussing things with Xiaolin, I deliberately stand opposite his desk, lean down to talk to him, and enjoy Xiaolin's "voyeuristic" gaze at my breasts. Meanwhile, my buttocks face Xiaochen, who sits behind me, and I imagine him "voyeuristically" at my genitals too.

This arouses me, and I even become aroused. I never dared to do this before, but lately I've become increasingly daring. After getting used to dressing boldly, I got used to flashing my underwear in front of colleagues, and later became addicted to the sensory stimulation of exposure.

Before, indulging in promiscuity at my husband's command was only occasional, but now it's almost become a habit. I have lewd thoughts all the time. Every day at work, my lust is repeatedly amplified; I feel like a ticking time bomb constantly absorbing energy, ready to explode at any moment.

I'm no longer sure if this change is due to coercion from Shiqin. Shiqin's training of me was gradual. He would let me adapt to the current method before moving on to a new one. He rarely used intimidation; he always had a charm that made me willing to obey his commands. Obeying his orders seemed to become a habit in my life. Like an addict, I became increasingly addicted. The lust generated after each training session became the foundation for even harsher training the next time. I felt I was always insatiable, always hoping that Shiqin would give me more stimulation.

Sometimes, I was terrified of something: that one day I would become like the female protagonist in the videotape I saw at Shiqin's house, openly naked in public without feeling ashamed. My rational mind told me that if I didn't want to, I could just say "no," but my subconscious and my lust often gave me a "yes" suggestion. I really understood myself less and less, and I was increasingly unable to control myself.

Sometimes, I would wake up in the middle of the night from my dreams. I dreamt I was standing naked in front of a train station, surrounded by thousands of people pointing and whispering. Another time, I dreamt Shih-chin was giving me an enema on a rooftop balcony, then telling me to defecate. But when I finished, I found myself on the street, everyone staring at me with disdain, and I had nowhere to escape.

I told Shih-chin about my dreams, but he told me they were a reflection of my subconscious, that I actually had this primal desire for exhibitionism, but I couldn't escape the judgment of society, which made me afraid.

He said he would help me overcome this psychological barrier, and then I would never be afraid of my dreams again.

Shih-chin often makes these seemingly plausible arguments, and I usually don't really believe him. But when he "trains" me, I find myself seemingly changing according to his theories. Could it be that, as he says, my subconscious is that of a slut?

10-27

Exposed Lewd Wife (17) Birthday Celebration

It's getting closer to the end of the year. Although the weather in Taiwan is relatively hot, the air is gradually exuding the smell of winter. The pedestrians coming and going on the street are slowly changing into winter clothes. However, I still wear revealing and sexy clothes to work every day.

I found that my colleagues in the company were looking at me more and more strangely. Even strangers on other floors often stared at me with eyes that seemed to know me. However, I seem to have gotten used to being the center of attention. Although a lot of gossip did not reach my ears, I could feel that many people were pointing and whispering behind my back.

I became increasingly indifferent to people's opinions of me, because I was gradually becoming addicted to the thrill of being "watched" by other men every day. Even in elevators, the man next to me staring at my barely visible nipples would excite me, causing them to become erect from engorgement. This physiological reaction sometimes made the man next to me forget to get out of the elevator.

If my tutor was a prison cell, my husband was like someone who came to keep me company, occasionally taking me outside for some fresh air. But Shiqin was the one who took me out of the prison, to see the outside world. Shiqin released my deeply hidden desires; I was like a blue sprite released, willingly serving my master, obeying his commands.

I became more and more obedient to Shiqin, and less and less able to see myself. I found myself becoming more and more open each day—not physically, but psychologically. Shiqin not only awakened my primal desires but also ignited the fiery passion within me.

Sometimes, Shiqin would cancel dates with his girlfriend to spend a romantic evening with me. I would hold his hand, and we would be like lovers in the throes of passion, enjoying a candlelight dinner together, a walk on the beach—no "training," no "sadomasochism," just our quiet stroll, basking in the sea breeze's blessing. Then, to my delight, he would give me a passionate kiss. Ignoring the stares of the few people around us, and the occasional passing noise, my senses were filled only with Shiqin's wet tongue piercing my lips and his strong hands encircling my waist. Just that was enough to bring me to orgasm. Then, he would find a secluded beach or sand dune for me to reach a true climax.

Shiqin seemed to know exactly when to give me a "perverted orgasm" and when to reward me with a "romantic orgasm." Regardless, I was already lost in it, like a sleepwalker, only waking up from the dream and returning to reality when I got home.

That morning, Shiqin slowly pushed milk into my anus using a 500cc syringe, saying to me,

"You seem to really enjoy having me give you enemas now!"

"Yeah!" I agreed.

"How does the feeling of enemas feel different now compared to before?" Shiqin asked.

"I'm more used to it, not as strange as before. But... sometimes without enemas, I can't poop," I replied.

"I think you're addicted to enemas!" Shiqin said.

"But... I read in the newspaper that..." I started to say, but Shiqin interrupted me.

"Forget it! Let's not talk about that! Do you know it's Xiao Chen's birthday today?" Shi Qin said, pulling out the syringe and massaging my anus a few times.

"Xiao Chen...birthday...I...don't...know..." I tried my best to tighten my anal sphincter.

"How about you celebrate his birthday tonight?" Shi Qin said.

"Celebrate his birthday? Okay...okay! But where?" I replied.

"I think you should treat us to karaoke!" Shi Qin said.

"Sure!" I replied.

Actually, I was a little confused as to why Shi Qin would suggest I celebrate Xiao Chen's birthday.

"Then announce it during the meeting later!" Shi Qin said.

"Okay!" I agreed.

"And another thing! I need you to give Xiao Chen a 'surprise' tonight," Shiqin continued.

"A surprise? What kind of surprise?" I asked.

Then, Shiqin told me the contents of the "surprise." I was a little surprised and somewhat unable to accept his plan.

"Why...why...do this?" I asked questioningly.

"Why? Do you have to have a reason? Then tell me, why do you want me to do an enema for you?" Shiqin said.

Hearing Shiqin's question, I couldn't answer. I knew in my heart that once Shiqin made a decision, it was difficult to change it.

"But...but we all work in the same office, how will I...?" I said.

"How will you...how will you? You've already distracted them, haven't you? Listen to me, we'll all be more like family in the future!" Shiqin said.

So Shiqin went into the office first.

During the meeting, I announced that I would be hosting Xiao Chen's birthday party that night, which made the three guys happy for a while. After the meeting, Shiqin led the discussion with them about where to celebrate, and everything was decided according to Shiqin's plan.

After work, Shiqin found a karaoke bar, and we celebrated Xiao Chen's birthday in a private room. I generously ordered a table full of food and a small birthday cake, and they also ordered beer to liven things up. I sat next to Xiao Chen, and Xiao Lin sat on the other side, and the group laughed and joked.

Shiqin kept fanning the flames, frequently urging me to toast them, and Xiao Chen and Xiao Lin took the opportunity to rub against me. Plus, with my low-cut mini-dress, I looked more like a hostess. Perhaps because I was so familiar with everyone, I wasn't as reserved as I was in the office. I not only mingled with them but also chatted and laughed.

"Director! We didn't know you were so lively!" Xiao Chen said.

"Yeah! I've been following you for almost two years, and I've always felt you were like a strong woman," Xiao Lin added.

"Really? Am I that fierce to you guys?" I replied.

"Not fierce! But Xiao Lin is quite afraid of you!" Xiao Chen said.

"Xiao Lin? Really?" I asked, pointing at Xiao Lin.

"It's not that I'm afraid! It's just that I feel..." Xiao Lin stammered.

"Say it! Say it!" they urged Xiao Lin to speak.

"I felt that the director used to be quiet, a bit like an ice queen," Xiao Lin said.

"Ice Queen? You're kidding me! I'm married with kids, I'm in my thirties, what kind of beauty am I!" I said.

"No! No! Director, don't be modest, actually... Xiao Lin... has had a crush on you for a long time!" Xiao Chen said.

"Xiao Chen! Don't talk nonsense!" Xiao Lin quickly retorted.

"Xiao Lin, stop pretending! Didn't you always say the Director is getting more and more beautiful?" Xiao Chen said with a smile.

"Xiao Chen, I think you're the one who has a crush on the Director! You yourself said the Director is beautiful, and you said you didn't expect her figure to be so great! Xiao Yao (Shi Qin) heard that too!" Xiao Lin said sarcastically.

"Huh! How did this get to me?" Shi Qin, singing, said, feigning surprise.

"Director! It's not my fault! Those two are always talking about your figure!" Shih-Chin continued.

"Xiao Yao! You traitor!" Xiao Chen said.

"Yeah! You started it all, and now you're blaming us!" Xiao Lin chimed in.

Then the two of them jokingly tried to chase after Shih-Chin, who dodged slightly and said after regaining his footing:

"But...Director! Seriously! Our office has changed a lot in the last two or three months!"

"Really? How?" I asked.

"It's become more lively!" Shih-Chin said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Xiao Chen! You're the birthday boy, you tell us!" Shi Qin said.

"Really?" Xiao Chen asked.

"The director is one of us, go ahead!" Shi Qin said.

"Yeah! Xiao Chen, tell us why!" I encouraged him.

"Okay! I'll tell you then!" Xiao Chen said.

"Because... the director... has been dressing more 'sexy' these past few months!" Xiao Chen continued.

After Xiao Chen finished speaking, the three of them looked at me, waiting for my reaction.

"What! Does dressing differently make you more energetic?" I said.

"Of course! Not just us! Even the other departments outside are getting more energetic!" Shi Qin said.

"Yeah! We didn't expect the director to be so sexy?" Xiao Lin said.

"Sexy? Am I?" I said.

"Of course you are! It's making Xiao Lin unable to concentrate on her work all day!

" Xiao Chen teased Xiao Lin. "Xiao Chen! I think you're the one who's unable to concentrate!"

Xiao Lin retorted. "Really? Does my outfit make you distracted from your work?" I asked deliberately.

"Of course it does! The director is dressed so sexily, without underwear, her three points are vaguely exposed in front of us, any man would be distracted!" Shi Qin said.

Shi Qin's sudden comment caused the atmosphere in the private room to freeze. All eyes were on me, as they awaited my reaction.

"You…how did you know…I…I'm not wearing underwear?" Although I knew the answer already, being asked so openly, coupled with the awkward atmosphere, made me involuntarily nervous.

"Director, you always wear such short skirts, it's easy for you to accidentally expose yourself! We see it all the time! You can ask them if you don't believe me!" Shiqin said.

I turned to look at Xiao Chen and Xiao Lin, and they both nodded in agreement with Shiqin.

"Actually, to be honest, we all really like the changes in the director lately. She seems much more energetic at work. However, we're really curious about her figure, so we often discuss it, which somewhat affects our mood at work. Since it's Xiao Chen's birthday today, I think the director should satisfy our curiosity! Let us see the director's body, okay?" Shiqin said.

Shiqin's previous explicit remarks had already made everyone very awkward, and now this, I didn't know how to react (although he had already hinted at it to me this morning).

Upon hearing Shiqin's request, Xiao Chen and Xiao Lin showed surprise mixed with a hint of eagerness, while Xiao Lin seemed hesitant and reluctant to speak. However, none of the three spoke further.

"You...you all really want to see...me...me..." I said, blushing.

Shiqin and Xiao Chen nodded vigorously, while Xiao Lin looked at me noncommittally.

Of the three, Xiao Lin had worked with me the longest, about two years. Xiao Chen had been with me for about a year and a half, while Shiqin had only been with me for less than ten months. Xiao Chen's personality was more similar to Shiqin's, but Xiao Lin was like a typical computer enthusiast, less talkative, but with top-notch work skills.

"Director! We didn't mean to force you; everyone's just curious. If you're willing, I think everyone will be more focused at work!" Shiqin said, trying to smooth things over.

"You guys...really...want to see?" I asked.

Xiao Chen and Xiao Lin's eyes lit up when they heard me say that. Originally, they probably thought Shi Qin was just joking with me, but it seemed I was really going to agree to Shi Qin's request!

I slowly stood up, walked to the TV screen, faced them, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"What happened today...don't tell anyone!"

"No! No!"

"It's a secret in our group, we won't tell anyone!" they said in unison.

So I slowly lowered the spaghetti straps, pulled down my top, and my breasts immediately popped out. Then, swaying my hips, I slowly pulled my mini-skirt down to my feet, then took it off one leg at a time, standing still, waiting for further action.

As I undressed, a wave of pleasure slowly traveled from my chest to my feet. Seeing them staring wide-eyed at my naked body, a tingling sensation filled my entire being, but I didn't feel intense shame. Instead, a slight pleasure kept rising to my head, making me involuntarily clench my thighs to alleviate the slight emptiness in my lower body.

"Hey! Look! The director's figure is really great!" Shiqin encouraged.

"Hmm! Legs...legs are so long!" Xiao Chen said.

"..." Xiao Lin still looked incredulous.

"Is this...okay?" I asked.

"Of course! But could the director let us see a little more closely?" Shiqin said.

"Hmm~ alright! I see you won't let me off the hook until I satisfy your curiosity today!" I replied.

"Oh! Director, don't say that! We didn't force you!" Xiao Chen said.

"Director! If you don't like it, then forget it!" Xiao Lin said.

Xiao Lin seemed a little unable to accept this development, and he kept showing some reluctance.

"Actually! We didn't mean to force you to do this, Director. It's just that today is Xiao Chen's birthday, and the atmosphere is nice. I just had a sudden idea and shared our thoughts. If you think we're going too far, then don't continue!" Shi Qin said.

"Alright! Alright! I've already taken my clothes off, so you can take a good look!" I said.

"But! Only today!" I added.

So, as they requested, I stood in front of the birthday boy (Xiao Chen).

Perhaps because they had been drinking, Xiao Chen leered at me for a while before reaching out to touch my breasts. I flinched slightly but didn't resist. Sensing my lack of resistance, Xiao Chen boldly moved his hand downwards, gently stroking my pubic hair. Then, his fingers seemed to accidentally slip between my labia. Because I was standing with my legs together, Xiao Chen's fingers didn't penetrate my vagina, but they were covered in my recent vaginal fluid.

"Director! What's this?" Xiao Chen waved his fingers in front of me.

"..." I blushed

and couldn't answer. Seeing my shy expression, Xiao Chen didn't ask any more questions. He pulled me to stand astride the sofa in front of him. At this moment, my vulva was completely exposed above Xiao Chen's head; he could see it all at a glance.

I had never let a man look at my genitals in this position before, and for a moment I felt incredibly ashamed, but at the same time, it aroused me, and my vaginal fluids involuntarily flowed out again.

"Wow! Director, you're so wet!" Xiao Chen said.

Hearing Xiao Chen's words, Xiao Lin curiously peeked over. Seeing this, Xiao Chen used his hand to move my buttocks, asking me to turn slightly to the side, and at the same time, he pulled apart my labia, gesturing for Xiao Lin to come and take a look.

In front of my two subordinates, posing so lewdly, letting them see my vulva, the shame of being played with fueled my lust. Adding to this, Xiao Chen started rubbing my clitoris, and Xiao Lin couldn't help but stroke my inner thighs, causing me to produce even more vaginal fluid, and I began to moan.

"Mmm...mmm...oh...mmm...oh..."

I deliberately spread my legs wider, forming a half-squatting position, hoping they could touch me more easily. Xiao Lin had already moved behind me, stroking my lower back, buttocks, thighs, and calves, which relaxed my initial nervousness and allowed me to slowly enjoy their teasing from both ends.

"Director! Your legs are so long and beautiful!" Xiao Lin praised innocently.

"Mmm...really?" I said.

"Really!" Xiaolin replied.

"Do you...do you like it?" I asked Xiaolin.

"I like it! Of course I like it!" Xiaolin exclaimed eagerly. "

I knew it! Xiaolin has had a crush on the director for a long time!" Xiao Chen teased.

"..." Xiaolin hesitated.

At this moment, Shiqin walked over and said to Xiaolin with a smile:

"What's wrong with liking someone! If you don't confess today, you won't have another chance!"

"Hey! Xiao Chen! Even though it's your birthday today, you can't have the director all to yourself!" Shiqin continued.

"Who's going to have him all to themselves? Let's all join in!" Xiao Chen said.

So they made Xiaolin sit on the sofa, and I stood in front of her with my legs spread, bending over and hugging her. Xiao Chen and Shiqin played with my genitals from behind.

"Director! You smell so good!" Xiaolin whispered in my ear, still hugging me.

"Hmm...do you...do you like this smell?" I asked.

"Yes! I really like it!" Xiaolin replied.

"Hmm...oh...oh..." At this moment, Xiao Chen and Shiqin pulled my labia apart and kneaded my clitoris with their fingers, gently probing at the entrance of my vagina.

"Director! Are you comfortable?" Xiaolin asked softly.

"Hmm! Hmm..."

"Director! You've changed so much these past few months!" Xiaolin said.

"You...don't...like it?" I asked.

"I don't know! But...I...often fantasize about being with the director..." Xiaolin stammered.

"Ah! Oh...you...you...continue...say it..." I moaned.

I don't know if it was Shiqin or Xiao Chen who inserted their fingers into my vagina and began thrusting, while another hand skillfully massaged around my anus, making my already uncontrollable lust even more aroused.

Hearing my soft moans, Xiaolin couldn't help but hug me tightly, whispering in my ear:

"Director! I...I like you!"

Hearing Xiaolin's confession, coupled with the waves of pleasure emanating from my lower body, I couldn't help but bring my lips to Xiaolin's and kiss him. At first, Xiaolin hesitated to stick his tongue out, but after my teasing and encouragement, he clumsily ventured it into my mouth. I simply took his tongue in my mouth and began to suck on it. I also took his hand and stroked my breasts, while simultaneously using one hand to gently caress Xiaolin's already hard penis.

After a long kiss, Xiaolin reluctantly parted from my lips, his eyes fixed on my face.

I endured the stimulation from my genitals and asked Xiaolin,

"Xiaolin! You...would you let me...suck your...penis...?"

Xiaolin looked at me with surprise. Without waiting for his answer, I unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper, took out his penis, played with it for a moment, and then began to lick it.

Stimulated by this, Xiaolin's already erect penis became even harder, with prominent veins, and the bright red glans became oily and shiny due to extreme engorgement. Seeing Xiaolin's physiological reaction gave me a sense of accomplishment, so I performed oral sex on him even more diligently, sucking his glans, licking his urethra, and taking turns sucking his testicles. Xiaolin closed his eyes and enjoyed my tongue skills.

Xiaolin probably didn't have much sexual experience, because several times he seemed unable to hold back from ejaculating and had to grab my head to make me stop.

As I was focused on licking Xiaolin's penis, I suddenly felt the fingers that were thrusting into my vagina being pulled out, and immediately a hot, hard penis was inserted.

"Ah! Ah..."

It turned out that after seeing my lewd behavior towards Xiaolin, Xiaochen could no longer suppress his excited lust and, without saying a word, pulled out his penis and fucked me.

"Ah...ah...oh...oh...so...so hot...oh...oh..." I buried my face in Xiaolin's crotch, turning back to watch Xiaochen's lewd act on me.

"Director! You...you don't mind, do you?" Xiaochen said as he continued.

"You...your...ah...your cock...so...so hot...ah...um...um...um..."

I moaned lewdly, as Xiaochen thrust his cock in as deep as possible, holding my buttocks and twisting it inside my vagina.

Suddenly, Shiqin shouted, "It's not fair! This isn't fair!!"

"Director! You're being too biased! I don't even get to play!" Shiqin continued.

"Xiao Yao! Stop fooling around! We'll switch hands in a bit!" Xiaochen said, stopping his actions.

"No! It's not fair that I'm only getting to play after you've finished!" Shiqin said.

"Then what do you want?" Xiao Chen asked.

"Let's play a fair game!" Shiqin said.

"What game?" Xiao Chen asked.

"Hmm... how about this! You all continue what you're doing. After one minute, it's Xiao Lin's turn to do the director, and then it's my turn to give the director oral sex. Xiao Chen, you keep time. After one minute, we switch hands. Everyone gets one minute, and the person who's free time keeps time. Everyone gets to play, that's fair!" Shiqin said.

"Hmm! That makes sense!" Xiao Chen said.

"And! The first person to ejaculate drinks three cans of beer, the second person drinks two, and the last person gets a reward." Shiqin said.

"What reward?" Xiao Chen asked again.

"Hmm... let the director grant him one request, okay?" Shiqin said.

"You have to ask the director if he agrees!" Xiao Chen said.

"Director! What do you say?" Shiqin asked me.

At this moment, Xiao Chen's penis was inserted into my vagina, and I was holding Xiao Lin's penis in my hand. My surging lust made me think only of being raped, so I replied:

"Whatever... you..."

So they started playing the game of "gang rape" on me. Three penises went in and out of my mouth and vagina, but every time my pleasure intensified, they would switch. My emotions rose and fell with their movements, making the tingling, itchy feeling in my lower body, which craved male genitalia, increasingly intense. Coupled with the lustful feelings arising from being gang-raped, my lustful thoughts became even more intense. The constant insertion of penises into my mouth prevented me from moaning loudly; I could only make low "ooh...ooh..." sounds.

The first to ejaculate was Xiaolin; he ejaculated in my mouth after only three strokes. He had a lot of semen; although I tried my best to swallow, a lot still spilled out, dripping onto his penis and the sofa.

After seeing Xiaolin ejaculate, Shiqin gestured for Xiaochen to stop thrusting into me and asked,

"Director! You seem to really enjoy eating semen!"

"Mmm!" I nodded, holding Xiaolin's still-erect penis, with semen residue dripping from the corner of my mouth.

"Then let's continue after you lick it clean!" Shiqin said.

After speaking, Shiqin turned to Xiaochen for his opinion. Xiaochen, supporting my waist, guided my penis deeper into my vagina, smiling and saying, "I have no objection!"

So, I continued to knead Xiaolin's penis, slowly squeezing out the remaining semen in his vas deferens after ejaculation, picking it up one by one with the tip of my tongue and putting it in my mouth. Then, I moved my tongue, licking everything clean from the glans to the scrotum. Xiao Lin's pubic hair was also quite thick, covered in semen. I carefully took each hair into my mouth, sucking the semen off it. When I cleaned it, Xiao Lin's pubic hair was still wet.

"Wow~ Director's tongue skills are top-notch!" Xiao Chen said frivolously, deliberately twisting his penis.

"Ah...ah...oh...um..."

"Sounding like that! Enjoying it, isn't it?" Shi Qin said.

After saying that, Shi Qin turned my body ninety degrees, making me face his penis.

"Let's continue like this!" Shi Qin continued.

"Okay!" I nodded.

"Xiao Chen! Let's begin!" Shi Qin said to Xiao Chen.

So, the two of them continued their interrupted act of rape, taking turns enjoying my mouth and vagina. Soon, Xiao Chen also ejaculated inside my vagina.

While I was cleaning Xiao Chen's penis with my mouth, Shi Qin moved behind me, pressed the head of his penis against my anus, and forcefully shoved it in.

"Ah!! It...it hurts...good...good...ah!..." I cried out.

Shi Qin ignored me, thrusting his penis all the way in, then leisurely watched me lick Xiao Chen's penis.

"Xiao Chen! Is it good?" Shi Qin asked.

"Not bad! The director's skills are top-notch!" Xiao Chen replied.

"I think the director's anus is better than a virgin's vagina!" Shi Qin said.

"Anus?" Xiao Chen asked doubtfully.

Clearly, Xiao Chen didn't know that Shi Qin had inserted his penis into my anus.

Shi Qin, supporting my waist, turned me around and slowly sat on the sofa. Then, he spread my thighs apart, making me face Xiao Chen with my genitals exposed.

"Look!" Shi Qin said.

Xiao Chen pulled up a round stool and sat down, looking at my genitals, while Xiao Lin curiously leaned over to see what was going on.

"Wow! You've inserted it into the director's anus!" Xiao Chen exclaimed.

Xiao Lin stared intently at my genitals, saying nothing.

"It feels good!" Shi Qin said.

"Director! I'm starting to move!" Shi Qin continued.

"Wait...wait a minute, it's still a little sore..." I replied.

"Otherwise, you can eat the semen that's leaking out first, and then I'll start," Shiqin said.

So I used my fingers to collect the semen from my genitals and put it in my mouth.

Performing this obscene act in front of two colleagues, the voyeuristic excitement replaced my numb shame. Especially the feeling of having my legs spread wide, exposing my genitals, just thinking about it was incredibly erotic.

In the past, I would have been ashamed and kept my head down, but now, I stared wide-eyed at Xiao Chen and Xiao Lin's expressions, and from their greedy eyes, I gained a sense of accomplishment.

"Xiao Chen! Your semen smells even stronger than Xiao Lin's," I blurted out unconsciously.

"Really? Do you like it?" Xiao Chen asked.

"Yes! I like it!" I replied.

"Director! Do you and your husband do this?" Xiaolin asked.

"You mean eating semen or... anal sex?" I countered.

"Either!" Xiaolin replied.

"Um... neither!" I lied.

"But... you seem... quite experienced," Xiaolin said.

"Well... that's... I've done it with my ex-boyfriend..." I blurted out another lie.

"Hey! I'm not done yet! You two are already chatting!" Shiqin said.

"Director! You do it yourself!" Shiqin said.

After saying that, Shiqin put my legs down, making me move my hips, while he grabbed my breasts and kneaded them forcefully.

My anal sphincter muscles had adapted to Shiqin's penis and were more relaxed. So I slowly tried to make thrusting motions with my buttocks moving up and down.

"Ah...ah...oh...oh...ah..."

"Director! Are you enjoying this?" Xiao Chen asked.

"Hmm...very...very enjoyable...ah...oh..." I replied.

"Xiao Chen! You...should try...the director's back hole, it's really...very...enjoyable!" Shiqin said while fucking me.

Shiqin then whispered something in my ear, instructing me on what to do.

"Ah...ah...Xiao...Xiao Chen...oh...can you...come...and...fuck...me...ah...ah!" I said intermittently.

"Ah! How do I do it?" Xiao Chen asked.

"Do...do my...front...hole...mmm...oh..." I said.

"Okay!" Xiao Chen replied excitedly.

So I bent down and took Xiao Chen's slowly recovering penis into my mouth, giving him a blowjob. Soon, his penis became hard again.

Shi Qin slid his body down slightly, leaning against the sofa, and then lifted my legs.

"Xiao Chen! Hurry...put it in!" I urged.

"Director! You're really horny!" Xiao Chen said, grabbing his penis and pressing it against my vaginal opening, squeezing it in inch by inch.

"So...tight...ah..." Xiao Chen said.

"Ah...ah...ah...again...again...come in...a little...ah...ah..." I cried out, pressing down on Xiao Chen's buttocks with both hands.

"Wow! It's all in!" Xiao Chen exclaimed.

"Director! How do you feel?" Xiao Chen asked.

"It's...so full inside!" I replied.

"Is it good?" Shi Qin asked.

"Very...good!" I replied.

Then, the two of them started thrusting, one after the other. At first, they couldn't do it smoothly, but after a while, they seemed to have found the knack, and their movements became more and more rhythmic.

"Ah...ah...oh! Oh!...so good...ah...yes...yes...that's it...ah...like this...ah...ah...um...ah...squeeze...squeeze tight...I...ah...yes...ah..." I mumbled incoherently, lewdly.

At this moment, I caught a glimpse of Xiaolin staring at us with an incredulous look, and his penis was clearly erect.

"Ah...ah...Xiao...Xiaolin...I...I...ah...is this...very...lewd...oh...oh...um...um..."

Xiaolin just stared at me, not answering my question.

"Master! You've scared Xiaolin..." Shiqin gasped.

"Xiao...Lin...oh! Oh...do you...want...to join in...ah...ah...ah..." I asked.

Xiaolin still stared straight at me, without responding to my actions, seemingly unwilling to join the gang rape.

Seeing Xiaolin's behavior, I no longer cared about him and simply closed my eyes to enjoy the pleasure of intercourse.

Because there was a penis between my anus and rectum, the walls of my vagina and rectum tightly gripped both shafts. Therefore, almost every thrusting motion of theirs would touch my sensitive spots. Although my anus was a little sore, this pain, combined with the masochistic feeling of being violated, transformed into a unique pleasure, constantly surging my desire. Soon, wave after wave of orgasms came my way.

"Ah...ah...fuck...fuck me...ah...ah...insert...deeper...ah...ah...oh...oh...so...good...I want...you...to...shoot...shoot...into...my...hole...ah...ah...I can't...take...it...ah...oh!oh!oh!oh...oh...coming...coming...ah...ah...ah...ah!!..."

I felt Shiqin grab my breasts tightly and push his penis to the end of my rectum. A warm stream of semen sprayed inside, further intensifying my continuous orgasms. Xiao Chen seemed to feel the same atmosphere and couldn't help but ejaculate his semen as well. I hugged Xiao Chen tightly and kissed him passionately, enjoying the waves of pleasure caused by his penis throbbing inside my body.

Later, after ejaculating, Xiao Chen lay weakly on top of me. I was sandwiched between the two men like a sandwich, my head buzzing.

I don't know how much time passed before Xiao Chen finally left me. When I regained consciousness, I found a stain on the sofa from the vaginal fluid. At that moment, I felt the urge to urinate, so I went to the restroom in the private room.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Lin followed me in and locked the door behind him.

"Xiao Lin! I need to use the restroom..." I said, puzzled.

"It's okay! Go ahead!" Xiao Lin turned his head away and replied.

Although I felt Xiao Lin's behavior was a bit strange, I didn't know what he wanted to do, so I sat on the toilet and urinated.

"Director! Why are you doing this?" Xiao Lin asked.

"Doing this? You mean what happened outside just now?" I asked back.

"Hmm!" Xiaolin nodded.

"Don't you like it?" I asked.

"I don't know! But later I felt I couldn't accept it!" Xiaolin replied.

"Aren't you afraid your husband will find out?" Xiaolin continued.

"If you don't tell him, how will he know?" I replied.

"But..." Xiaolin paused, then continued:

"I think you've changed a lot, Director!"

"..." I didn't know how to answer him.

We both fell silent. I got up to wash my hands, and also washed my face and cleaned my genitals. Seeing this, Xiaolin took out a handkerchief, rinsed it clean with water, and helped me wipe the stains off my body.

"Xiaolin! Do you think I'm cheap?" I asked.

"Hmm! I think your later behavior was... very despicable!" Xiaolin replied.

"Don't you like having sex with me?" I asked, blushing.

"I like it! But not this way!" Xiaolin replied.

"Then what way?" I asked.

"Sigh! To be honest, I... quite like you, Director. Just now... was my... first time having sex. I don't know what the right way should be, but seeing you, Director, demeaning yourself like this... made me quite sad." Xiaolin blurted out his feelings, a naked confession that left me speechless.

"First time? You... really... your first time?" I asked doubtfully.

"Yes! Don't laugh at me, this is my first time. I had a girlfriend before, but our relationship only went as far as holding hands and kissing!" Xiaolin replied.

"I always thought you were untouchable, Director, and I always respected you and had a good impression of you. But why have you become like this? Are you really sexually frustrated?" Kobayashi said.

"I...I don't know, but...don't you all want to...have sex with me?" I replied.

"With your looks and qualifications, Director, everyone wants to be with you, but...but what you're doing is no different from...from being a prostitute!" Kobayashi said seriously.

Kobayashi's words left me speechless, and my numb sense of shame was awakened once more.

"Director! I may have been a little harsh. Actually, it's not that I dislike you, it's just...I personally can't accept this kind of behavior," Kobayashi said.

Hearing Xiaolin say that, I suddenly felt like crying. Ashamed, I squatted down, my mind filled with a jumble of complex images and past lewd acts. The overwhelming shame made me cry.

Seeing me like this, Xiaolin seemed a little lost. She quickly helped me up and comforted me, saying,

"Director! I...I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that to you!"

"Waaah...Xiaolin...you...you're...waaah...yes...but...I'm already...waaah...waaah...unable to...extricate myself...waaah...waaah..." I choked out.

Xiaolin cupped my face, gazing intently at my tears, and impulsively kissed me on the lips.

When I touched Xiaolin's gentle lips, all my emotions seemed to transfer to my mouth. I proactively extended my tongue and intertwined it with his, kissing Xiaolin passionately like lovers in the throes of passion.

I don't know how long it lasted before we reluctantly separated, holding each other tightly.

"Xiaolin! Do you...do you want...to make love with me one more time?" I asked tenderly.

Xiao Lin pulled my hand to his already erect penis, answering my question with his actions.

Then, Xiao Lin sat on the toilet, having me straddle him facing him. His penis smoothly entered my vagina, while our mouths continued our passionate kiss.

Unlike the obscene sexual ritual we had just performed, Xiao Lin and I "made love" like lovers. Although there wasn't extreme arousal, there was a soft, sweet sensation, like a gentle summer breeze caressing my body, making me feel as if I were melting after my orgasm.

My body pressed tightly against Xiao Lin's, hoping his care and tenderness could dissolve the shame I had awakened, fill the empty space of moral consciousness deep within me, and soothe my incomplete personality.

On the other hand, I greedily wiggled my hips, rubbing against Xiaolin's penis, my mouth sucking on his tongue, swallowing his saliva, moaning unsatisfied.

Soon, I felt Xiaolin's hot semen rushing into my uterus. I remained seated on Xiaolin's penis, letting him penetrate me until it softened, then reluctantly pulled away.

As we walked out of the restroom, Shiqin teased,

"Xiaolin! Satisfied?"

Xiaolin smiled awkwardly, didn't answer, and sat back down on the sofa.

I walked to the edge of the private room, picked up my clothes, and tried to put them on.

"Hey!? Director! Wait a minute before you put them on!" Shiqin said.

"Everyone! We just made a three-point agreement, now it's time to honor it!"

Shiqin said, placing three cans of beer in front of Xiaolin and two more in front of Xiaochen, saying,

"Actually, these few cans of beer aren't really a punishment, just to help you recover!"

After urging them to finish their beers, Shiqin said to me,

"Director! Didn't you promise a reward to the last person to ejaculate?"

"Yes!" I agreed.

"Then I have a request!" Shiqin said.

"What request?" I asked.

"I think Director's blowjob skills are quite good, I'd like to ask Director to perform again!" Shiqin requested.

"Perform? How?" I asked skeptically.

"I think the three of us are a bit tired. I'll ring the service bell later, and you try to seduce the waiter and give him a blowjob," Shiqin said.

After hearing this, I thought of what Xiaolin had said in the restroom earlier and hesitated, watching Xiaolin's reaction.

"Xiao Yao!! You've gone too far!!" Xiaolin said angrily.

"Xiaolin! Why are you so angry? The manager hasn't even said anything yet!" Xiao Chen said.

Xiaolin stared intently at my reaction.

"Manager! Since Xiaolin is standing up for you like this, think about it. If you don't want to, that's fine. Let's pretend we never agreed. I wouldn't dare force you!" Shiqin said.

I understood the implication in Shiqin's words; the message he conveyed made me afraid to disobey his orders.

"Okay! Since I already agreed, I'll give it a try! But you can't talk about what happened tonight. Things will return to normal starting tomorrow!" I said.

"No problem!" Shih-Chin said.

"Director! Don't worry!" Xiao Chen added. "

But...Director!..." Xiao Lin tried to say something.

"Oh! Xiao Lin! Don't be such a spoilsport! It's just a bit of fun, why are you taking it so seriously! The director is happy to do it, why are you sticking your neck out?" Xiao Chen leaned over and put his arm around Xiao Lin's shoulder.

"It's alright! Xiao Lin! As long as everyone's happy tonight!" I comforted Xiao Lin.

Xiao Lin thought about it and realized he didn't have any grounds to object, so he just drank his sorrows away.

Then, Shih-Chin pulled up a round stool for me to sit on. I pretended to put on my clothes, but Shiqin stopped me.

"Director! No need to put them on, just scare the waiter!" Shiqin said.

He immediately pressed the service bell.

Less than a minute later, the waiter came in.

"Is there anything... you... needed... service...?" the waiter said loudly, but seeing me sitting naked in the center of the private room, he stammered.

"Young Master! Our director wants you to assess her figure!" Shiqin said with a smile.

"Wh... what's going on?" the waiter asked in surprise.

"I lost a bet, they want me to perform... blow a trumpet, would you be willing to let me... blow for you...?" I asked the waiter directly.

"Blow a trumpet?" the waiter didn't understand yet.

I stood up and whispered in the waiter's ear,

"Let me give you oral sex, okay?"

After I finished speaking, I casually reached for his crotch, and the waiter instinctively flinched.

"Miss...Miss! You..." he stammered, "I'm pulling his hand to touch my breasts. His eyes widened, and I couldn't finish my sentence."

At that moment, I noticed his penis was already erect. So, I knelt down, unzipped his pants, took out his penis, and began licking it.

"Miss...No...Don't do this...If we get caught...I'll...be...fired..." the waiter stammered.

"Don't worry! I'll guard the door for you!" Xiao Chen grinned, took a round stool, and sat with his back against the door.

Shiqin tossed a cigarette to Xiao Chen, then handed one to Xiao Lin, and leisurely lit one for himself, preparing to slowly enjoy my performance.

Xiao Lin also lit a cigarette, took a big gulp of his drink, and watched helplessly as I performed oral sex on a stranger.

My mouth was on the waiter's large penis, while my hand reached into his pants, trying to pull out his testicles, but it wasn't easy. I tried to unbuckle his belt and found him with his eyes closed, enjoying my oral sex. So I pulled down his pants and licked his scrotum and perineum. Because it was so stimulating, his genitals twitched in response to my tongue.

Then, I took his testicles into my mouth and stirred them with my tongue; he excitedly grabbed my head with his hands. The stench of his genitals aroused my lust, making me even more eager to please him. So I took both of his testicles into my mouth and, holding his penis in my hand, began to masturbate him.

After a while, I noticed he was moving his body back and forth in sync with my hand movements. So I released his testicles, looked at his bright red glans, and said to him,

"Fuck my mouth!"

Then I took his glans into my mouth.

Encouraged by me, he grabbed my head, using my mouth as a sex organ, and began to thrust. I held his buttocks with both hands, spreading his flesh apart, and stimulated his anus with my fingers.

As I probed his anus with my fingers, I noticed the penis in my mouth had swelled up a bit more and become even harder. His thrusting became faster and faster, and after about twenty thrusts, he pressed my head down and ejaculated in my mouth.

The thick semen and the glans pressing against my throat made it almost impossible for me to breathe. I quickly used my hands to spread his body open a little, preventing his penis from penetrating so deeply, and then swallowed his semen in one gulp to catch my breath.

Just then, applause broke out. It turned out that Shiqin and Xiao Chen were cheering for my performance.

Amidst their relentless applause, I dutifully licked the waiter's penis clean. The waiter hurriedly pulled up his pants and fled without a word.

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