I, who love exhibitionism, got fucked.

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Since returning from my business trip to Guangzhou, I haven't seen my partner. The weather in Shanghai is getting hotter and hotter, and I, who used to
love wearing revealing clothes, am naturally more excited and bolder these days, becoming
the target of lecherous stares from men and women on the street.
I don't know why, maybe it's because I've experienced so much, or maybe my husband is too amazing in that area, but I
've lost the passion I used to have for simple sex. Moreover, these years of recklessness have brought many negative things to my psyche
; I've become more distrustful of men, and now I have almost no male friends. Aside from sex, I find it difficult
to properly interact with men. I don't know if all men are thinking the same way, or if there's something wrong with me.
After that crazy experience on the subway, I've been craving that kind of thrill lately. Actually, I really enjoy
being stared at by men in public, as if they've stripped me naked with their gazes. That
feeling is a moment when my wild carnal fantasies are completely unleashed.
It was a hot and humid day, and the air became even more stifling in the evening, with not a breath of wind in the sky.
Having been cooped up in the air conditioning all day, and seeing that the sun had set, I decided to go for a walk and maybe buy
something . Standing in front of the mirror, looking at my naked self, my mind started racing with crazy thoughts again.
I drew on my nipples with lipstick, then applied tattoos to my lower back and the inside of my left thigh, and wore a thin
pearl waist chain. I picked out a light mauve backless silk dress, the kind that exposes the entire back, tied with just
two straps, revealing the waist chain. The skirt was also very short, with a low-cut front; my breasts
would easily be exposed if I wasn't careful. I hesitated for a minute about whether to wear underwear or not, finally choosing a pair of butterfly-shaped thongs that showed the bottom—
I never wear a bra.
It was still very hot on the street. I originally planned to walk to the supermarket, but then I ran back and drove my car out.
The parking lot of the supermarket near my house is on the rooftop, big enough to teach driving. And there weren't many cars; probably because of the heat, I
noticed there weren't many cars after I parked. As I parked, a crazy thought flashed through my mind: doing things here would be
incredibly exciting.
I wandered aimlessly through the supermarket, tormented by that thought and my lustful desires. Among the many lecherous
eyes, I noticed a pair that stood out.
It was a middle-aged man in his forties, tall and thin, with eagle-like eyes. He
circled me again and again, his gaze as if he wanted to devour me whole. He looked at my chest,
then around to my back, then stared intently at my thighs and my high-heeled sandals. Every time our eyes
met, he quickly looked away.
I deliberately stopped, bent down, squatted, and even tied my shoelaces, teasing him as he circled me. I
picked out a few dresses at the clothing section, then slowly made my way to the fitting room. As I went in, I deliberately glanced back at him.
The fitting room had curtains, and I deliberately left them wide open; anyone standing outside
could easily see inside.
I stood in front of the mirror and slowly untied the straps of my dress. It slid down my body to the floor. I used
one foot to lift it up and hung it on the wall, turning my body
sideways to face the door. I estimated that my profile could be seen through the gap in the curtain. I slowly began to touch my breasts, then my
body , from top to bottom, imagining a man's hands holding me. I started to feel something. My fingers slid
down to my genitals, and a surge of excitement rose within me. I pulled down my thong, turned, leaned against the wall, facing the door, and
closed my eyes, getting aroused. When I opened my eyes, I saw those eagle-like eyes
staring intently at me through the crack in the door.
I slammed the curtain shut and continued arousing myself until I felt I was making a lot of noise
. After drying myself, I put my dress back on and came out. I noticed the man was gone and was a little disappointed. I
prepared to go back. Just as I reached the elevator, two men in supermarket uniforms approached and asked me to
come inside.
Confused, I followed them to one of their offices. I asked what they wanted, and they laughed and
said fiercely, "You wait." A moment later, the man with hawk-like eyes appeared before me. He introduced himself
as the security supervisor, saying he suspected me of stealing from their mall. I was angry, shocked, and
a little ashamed from before. In my nervousness, I could only say I hadn't stolen anything, my face flushed and my head hanging low.
I felt as if the man had already stripped me naked; I didn't hear anything else he said.
I don't know when, but another man wearing glasses appeared, seemingly their leader. He immediately stared at
me lecherously.
He ordered them to find a backless chair and make me sit in the middle of the room, then brought several lamps
to shine on me. I was initially shocked, ashamed, and a little angry, but their antics calmed me down. From
their eyes and words, I realized they must have heard what the man said and saw me
masturbating in the fitting room, so they deliberately brought me here. After figuring this out, a new, crazy idea came to me.
I lowered my head and whispered to them, "Please, please let me go. I didn't take anything; I was just
trying on ." I deliberately crossed my legs and pulled up my short skirt.
My bare legs, clad in high-heeled sandals and embroidered with tattoos, must have aroused their blood.
Suddenly, the leader of the group said, "We're going to search you to see if you stole anything."
I knew their real purpose immediately. I quickly said, "No, I can't. If you're going to search, I'll do it myself.
I'm very shy."
They remained silent, staring at me. I stood up from my chair, looking at them provocatively,
slowly turning around, saying, "Look carefully now. If you don't see anything, you'd better let me go!"
With my back to them, I slowly untied the straps of my skirt, holding it in front to prevent it from slipping down.
I gently lifted my waist, gradually increasing the speed, until the skirt slid down my body to my feet. Half-naked, I
didn't rush to turn around. Instead, I started touching my breasts, resuming
the performance I'd given in the fitting room. When I took off my thong and stood naked before them, the four men
stared I turned to face them, put one leg on a chair, spread my legs, and
skillfully played with my genitals with my fingers while caressing my breasts, emitting wanton
moans.
This continued until I was truly aroused, and a lot of fluid flowed down my thighs. I asked them...
I asked for some tissues, dried myself off, put on my clothes, and asked them, "Can I go now?"
The leader hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly said, "You can go now."
I said, "Who's taking me? I don't know the way around here.
" The man with the hawk-like eyes said, "I'll take you out." When
we got to the parking lot, the moment I opened the car door, I suddenly felt a hand slip under my skirt, grab my underwear, and pull it off. Another hand pressed my back down hard, and I realized what he was going to do. I bent over, sticking my butt out so my rear end was facing him. With the car door open, I bent over on the car seat, my skirt pulled up to my waist. He first touched my vulva, making me feel lightheaded, then he pulled out his penis… There were still people occasionally passing by in the parking lot, but I didn't care anymore and let him penetrate me. The feeling of being raped , combined with the stimulation from before and the current fear, quickly drove me crazy. I moaned loudly, "...Your dick is so hard...you've been holding it in for so long... don't hold it in too long...oh! So powerful...ahhh...slower..." I spoke as if in a dream. I don't know how much time passed. Occasionally, someone would walk by, but I couldn't see their face. I could only hear them passing by, but they didn't stop. I was having a very intense time, until the man behind me ejaculated inside ... When I drove home, I didn't even know where my underwear was; the seats were all wet and slippery. [The End]

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