Wang Ting's Train Adventure

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My name is Wang Ting, I'm 21 years old. On the surface, I have a pretty face and an enviable figure, but
deep down I'm an incurable slut, a bitch who loves SM and men's smelly feet.

It's Chinese New Year, and after finally managing to appease my parents, I hurriedly boarded
the train from Guiyang to Xiamen the next day.

I have family with me for the New Year, but my master is all alone in Xiamen, how pitiful! So I
decided to go and keep him company, to become his first woman of 2012.

It's peak season for train travel, and after a lot of effort, I finally managed to snag a one-stop hard seat ticket.
Even though I'll be sitting for two days, it's better than standing. I arrived at the station early, boarded the train, and found my
seat. Because I arrived early, the train was still relatively empty. Soon, people started boarding one after another, and I
discovered an embarrassing situation—I was surrounded by uncouth migrant workers.

They must have been my coworkers. A group of them crowded in front of me, putting down their luggage and scrambling for seats. I was instantly
pushed to the very back by the window. What a bunch of uncouth men! I tried to squeeze myself further in, not wanting
to have any contact with them, but unfortunately, the train was already crowded, which gave them an excuse to
keep dirty clothes rubbed against my stockings, and a stench of sweat filled my nostrils. But faced with this
situation, I felt a strange excitement.

Finally, their luggage was all stowed, and everyone was settled in their seats. The train started to depart, and they
took out playing cards. I took out my novel and started reading by myself, but I could
feel , while the person opposite me
would occasionally rub their foot against my stockings. I wasn't bothered by this; I liked the unfamiliar stimulation. So I pretended
not to notice anything and continued reading my novel, but at this moment, my mind was elsewhere.

Who knew that these filthy guys, seeing that I didn't resist, would take advantage of the situation.
The man in his thirties opposite me actually put his feet on the chair next to me, right between my legs!

I was shocked and wanted to protest immediately, but when I looked down at the shoes on my chest—tattered sneakers that
hadn't been washed in ages, covered in dust—my body went weak. I told myself that this
was a rare opportunity, a bit risky, but it would definitely give me extraordinary excitement. So, I changed
what I was going to say.

"Excuse me, sir," I called out to the man opposite me.

"What are you doing?" He looked up at me, a little fierce and a little scared. He seemed to be all lust and no
guts.

"You can put your feet up, but your shoes are so dirty, they'll get my clothes dirty. Could you take them off before
putting them up ?"

The migrant worker paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Oh dear, I didn't even think of that! I was only thinking about
my own comfort. Sorry, little sister, it's inconvenient for me to take them off. Why don't you help me?"
His coworkers laughed. It seemed they had all realized
what kind of woman this pretty college student sitting next to them was.

"Okay, sure." Now I didn't want to hide anything anymore. I put my book down and helped
him take off his shoes. As soon as his feet came out, a strong stench of foot odor hit me. I instantly felt weak
all over, took a deep breath, and my lower body was already slightly wet.

"Big brother, your feet are really something!"

"Haha, yeah, we're not like you city folks who wash them every day. We work on construction sites
every day go to sleep when we get back to the dorm. These feet haven't been washed in over half a month, haha. Looks like you
like them, little sister?"

"What are you talking about? How could I like your stinky feet?"

I said, but a charming smile was on my face.

And so, I continued reading, and they continued playing cards, but we were no longer focused. Waves of foot odor
filled my nostrils, assaulting my senses. He kept stroking my thighs with his feet, occasionally
kicking my breasts. The person sitting next to me stopped sneaking around; his left hand remained on my thigh. I
became increasingly aroused, my nipples standing erect uncontrollably. I could no longer concentrate on my book.

"Gentlemen, I want to take a nap. Please keep your voices down," I said, slumping onto the table and burying
my head beneath it. This time, my breasts were pressed directly against the man's feet, and with a slight lift of his foot, he
could easily kick my face. The athlete's foot felt like the strongest aphrodisiac, eroding my reason.

And they, of course, understood what I meant.

The guy across from me kept rubbing his dirty socks against my fair face, occasionally sticking them
under my nose and into my mouth. Of course, I didn't complain at all and carefully licked his
dirty, smelly socks, which were covered in sweat, as if they were the most delicious thing in the world.

The guy diagonally opposite me wasn't going to be left out either. He took off his shoes and started playing with my genitals with his feet (I was wearing
a miniskirt and black stockings. Although it was cold, my life with my master had long since trained me
to be able to be naked even in winter). He first slowly stroked me through my underwear, and then he simply pulled my underwear down
with his feet and inserted his toes, which carried countless bacteria, into my vagina. My body trembled,
and a sense of shame far exceeding the actual stimulation overwhelmed me. Instantly, my vaginal fluid soaked his socks.

"Oh my~ This little girl is so wet!" he said in a loud voice as he continued
to explore my sensitive little hole. His dirty toes parted my labia, found my trembling clitoris, and
began to knead it frantically. If I hadn't been focused on licking the toes of the person opposite me, I would have been moaning loudly long ago.

The person sitting next to me, of course, had my 86cm breasts to himself. My
bra erect nipples were particularly conspicuous against my white shirt. The guy next to me
would knead my left breast one moment and pinch my right nipple the next. My two large breasts had become his toys...

This lewd behavior lasted for about half an hour when the guy opposite me suddenly kicked my face. I
looked up in confusion.

"Hey, little sister, want to play a little more directly?"

"Huh? You mean the toilet? It's not good with people coming and going, is it?"

"No, our foreman is on the train too, but he got a sleeper berth. If you're interested, you can... "
"How about we go to the room and play?" Hearing this, I was immediately intrigued. Such teasing couldn't satisfy me; it
certainly aroused my desire, but I couldn't extinguish it. It was like taking a strong aphrodisiac and being tied to
a chair unable to masturbate. I couldn't take it anymore, so I readily agreed to go to the room with them for a good
time.

"Okay, um… Xiao Zhang, you stay here and hold your seat until we're done." And
so , the two men opposite me led me towards the sleeper compartment. Xiao Zhang, next to me, stayed behind to hold the seat,
along with my bra…

On the way, I learned that the man directly opposite me was surnamed Wang, and the man diagonally opposite was surnamed Lu; they were both construction
workers in Guiyang, and now that the project was finished, they were going home to visit relatives.

Talking and chatting, we arrived at their foreman's room. Brother Wang knocked on the door, and after a short while, the door
opened. A man in his thirties or forties stood in the doorway. Although he was the foreman,
he looked similar to Brother Wang and the others, all dirty and disheveled.

"Xiao Wang, what's the matter?"

"Ah, well, Brother Zhao, let's go inside and talk." Brother Zhao led us inside.
There were three other people there, all seemingly part of his gang—a bunch of vulgar, uncouth men. Brother Wang
briefly explained my situation to them. The man surnamed Zhao looked at me.

"Are you a prostitute?"

"Huh?? No, I'm not, I'm a college student..."

"Hmph, a college student?! What's the difference between a college student and a prostitute? You want to play with us?"

Hearing this, I immediately knelt down in front of Brother Zhao.

"Brother Zhao, I don't want to play with you guys, I want you to play with me..."

With that, I quickly stripped off my clothes and knelt at Brother Zhao
's feet like a bitch. "Please, brothers, have mercy on me, play with me however you want~"

The room fell silent. I lay there quietly. After about three minutes,
Brother Zhao spoke, "I've lived this long, and I've never seen such a shameless woman before..."

"Yes, I'm a slut, I'm a whore, please, brothers, fuck my pussy until it's rotten~"

Needless to say, you can refer to various erotic novels for what happens next.

Wang Ting was gang-raped by seven migrant workers. To prevent her from screaming, her mouth was constantly stuffed with two pairs of smelly socks that hadn't been washed
for half a month . The train journey from Guiyang to Xiamen took two days and two nights, and Wang Ting
spent those two days and two nights in a soft sleeper carriage, being repeatedly gang-raped and abused. Eventually, the migrant workers ran out of strength and
even began to use Wang Ting to study the female body.

They used their hands to pull apart Wang Ting's labia, spread her vagina, and carefully observe the texture inside; they
smeared on the inner walls of Wang Ting's vagina and laughed at her convulsing body; they even used clamps to pinch Wang Ting's nipples
and clitoris and then ripped them off, feeling immense satisfaction watching Wang Ting's body arch in pain;
and Wang Ting would also willingly perform oral sex on the migrant workers, lick their feet, and even lick their anuses. It can be said that Wang Ting
brought these ignorant migrant workers into the realm of SM!

The weather in January was quite cold, but Wang Ting had barely worn any clothes for the past two days. She was gang-raped and
abused during the day, and tied up and stuffed under the bed at night. Even so, Wang Ting didn't catch a cold; her
physical condition was remarkably good.

So what did Wang Ting eat during those two days? These migrant workers usually didn't want to go outside to relieve
themselves , so they would urinate in mineral water bottles and empty them the next day. But now, Wang Ting requested that
the urine collected at night be her drink. The migrant workers naturally agreed, and this was Wang Ting's
source of water.

As for food, they originally planned to get Wang Ting some instant noodles every day, but Wang Ting said, "How can a bitch
like deserve to eat new instant noodles? Please, brothers, share some of the leftovers with me."
So, Wang Ting ate the migrant workers' leftovers and drank their urine for
the two days and two nights from Guiyang to Xiamen.

Upon arriving in Xiamen, when Wang Ting parted ways with the seven migrant workers, each of them ejaculated inside her again
. Then, at Wang Ting's request, after she dressed, each of them urinated on her, soaking
her from head to toe. Afterward, Wang Ting waved goodbye and, dressed in these wet and
smelly clothes, walked towards her employer's house, enduring the strange and disdainful looks of passersby.

It's worth mentioning that Wang Ting gave her underwear, bra, and stockings to the seven men who had taken care of her.
This means that , in broad daylight, through her urine-soaked white shirt (which was slightly
yellowed from the urine), Wang Ting's proud breasts and erect nipples were clearly visible. If a gust of wind were to blow,
her secret forest would also be completely exposed.

[The End]

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