My lewdness

I am 20 years old and attend a private university.
Although I don't want to say it, I am indeed a very promiscuous girl. Most of the time, I'm always thinking about sex. I like watching porn and reading erotic magazines. But what I like most is wearing a miniskirt, showing off my long, slender, pink legs, and going out on the street to be the center of attention. Because I'm quite pretty, men often hit on me. Although I'm a promiscuous girl, I'm not indiscriminate. At least, the men must be good-looking for me to consider going out with. But generally, the men who hit on beautiful women aren't very handsome, just very confident. My first sexual experience was in my first year of high school, when I attended an all-girls school. Not having a man to seduce was painful for me, and this kind of high school life made me think about sex all the time. On the bus to and from school, people would often deliberately grope me, sometimes bumping into my breasts, sometimes touching my buttocks. I didn't feel scared or disgusted by these actions; on the contrary, I felt excited. So one day, on a whim, I went to school without wearing underwear under my school skirt. Actually, it felt wonderful not to wear underwear; it was cool and refreshing, like being in direct contact with nature. Since my uniform was custom-made, the skirt was particularly short, and not wearing underwear was actually quite risky—it was easy for others to notice. Our school's uniform top was the thinnest and most transparent shirt in Taipei, so even though my figure was a bit more immature compared to now, I was still always the focus of attention. That day, on the bus, someone touched my buttocks again. Because I wasn't wearing underwear, that hand was only touching my buttocks through the thin school skirt, making me more excited than usual. I felt like my private parts were already wet. However, on the bus, he only touched me; he probably didn't realize I wasn't wearing underwear, so he didn't do anything further. When I got to school, I couldn't resist going to the toilet and masturbating, quickly reaching orgasm. That afternoon after school, I didn't go straight home. To enjoy the thrill of not wearing underwear, I wandered around until there were almost no more buses left, then reluctantly went home. It was quite a distance from the bus stop to my house, but I could take a shortcut through the alleys. Afraid of being scolded by my mother for being late, I decided to take the shortcut that day… However, this decision led to me being raped by a stranger. He threatened me with a knife, telling me not to scream, then took out a rope and tied my hands behind my back. He began to knead my breasts; my nipples immediately hardened from the stimulation, and my genitals became wet. He then probed under my skirt and discovered I wasn't wearing underwear. He laughed gleefully and kissed me. I didn't resist much. After sufficient caressing, he pulled out his already erect penis and forcefully thrust it into my wet genitals. I almost fainted from the pain and began to struggle, but because my hands were bound… I couldn't offer much resistance, which only excited him more, and he thrust into me more violently. It was my first time, and I couldn't withstand his brutality. I screamed in pain, begging him repeatedly. Although he pulled out, he turned my body away from him and continued thrusting from behind. However, I felt less pain than before and began to enjoy it. Looking at the dim streetlights in the alley, I was being raped by a stranger on the asphalt road, and I began to moan. The man probably couldn't stand my lewd cries and quickly ejaculated. "So good, you actually slept with a virgin," he said with satisfaction afterward, looking at the blood left on my genitals. He untied my ropes, seemingly not intending to rob me or harm me further. Since my top hadn't been removed—he only lifted my skirt—I didn't need to fix my clothes. I just took out some tissues to wipe the blood and ran straight home. After returning home, I didn't tell anyone about the rape. After that rape, I rarely wore underwear anymore. Except during my period, whether I was outside or at home, whether I was wearing a skirt or pants, I probably didn't wear underwear. Later, after I started using tampons, my underwear was probably relegated to a drawer. Fortunately, I washed my own underwear and hung it to dry on the balcony outside my room, so my family didn't find out. In their eyes, I was just a well-behaved, average-performing, and pretty girl. As I matured, I became more attractive. Even though my clothes weren't very revealing, I could easily arouse people. A stranger who struck up a conversation with me once said, "You're easy to get an erection from." I think it might be because I'm naturally promiscuous, so every move I make carries an alluring charm. So, two or three months after the first rape, I was raped again. This happened on a Sunday afternoon. I was wearing a white spaghetti-strap tank top, no bra underneath, a thin long-sleeved shirt over it, a super short, tight-fitting skirt made of soft material, and strappy sandals. Of course, I wasn't wearing underwear. I don't usually wear stockings, partly because my skin is very good, and my fair and delicate legs don't need stockings to enhance them; and partly because wearing stockings greatly diminishes the pleasure of not wearing underwear. However, I later started trying garter stockings because they look really good. My attire, combined with my naturally beautiful face and well-proportioned figure, attracted a lot of attention. Men and women alike couldn't help but glance at me, which gradually aroused me. I wanted to go to the restroom to relieve myself; I often masturbated in department store restrooms in the past. However, this time, just as I was about to close the stall door, someone suddenly opened it, squeezed in with me, and locked the door. It was a man! Before I could react, he had already covered my mouth and started taking off my shirt. He wasn't carrying any weapons; he completely overpowered me with brute force. He was a really strong guy. He started to reach between my legs, trying to pull down my underwear, but his hand went straight to my genitals, not touching any underwear or anything like that. He seemed surprised and a little bewildered. "I was going to gag you with my underwear so you wouldn't scream, but I didn't expect you, this slutty girl, to be not wearing any underwear... so I had no choice but to do this." He kissed me, his tongue slipping into my lips. His tongue was very agile, and soon I was completely powerless and no longer resisted. "Yes... that's it. As long as you behave, I won't hurt you; but if you dare to scream, I'll make you regret it." I could only nod. He placed me on the toilet seat and began to take off my tank top, exposing my breasts. My breasts weren't very large, but they were soft and very firm. When my nipples hardened and protruded, the curves of my breasts were beautiful and quite attractive. He used his agile tongue to suck and lick my areolas and nipples. My nipples were very sensitive, and they immediately hardened when stimulated like this. I breathed softly and closed my eyes, feeling the stimulation from my breasts. At this moment, he began to move his hands between my thighs. I reflexively squeezed my legs together, but he forcefully pried them open, pulling my short skirt up to my waist. He then teased my genitals with his fingers, and soon my vaginal fluids were overflowing. He simply inserted his fingers into my vagina, slowly thrusting and playing with them. I felt so good that I couldn't help but moan. Seeing how engrossed I was, he licked my genitals with his tongue. I was almost unable to hold on, so I held onto his head with my hands. He further inserted his tongue into my vagina, and the slippery, pleasurable sensation almost made me faint. He continued to use his mouth on my genitals, and I could only moan wantonly. After a while, I actually reached orgasm, and a large amount of fluid flowed from my genitals. He pulled out his penis and made me take it in my mouth. I took the still-erect thing into my mouth, and he grabbed my head, using his hips to thrust his penis in and out of my mouth. I felt his penis gradually grow bigger and harder in my mouth, until it filled my mouth completely, making it impossible to continue thrusting. He had to pull it out, and that's when I realized how enormous it was! I started to feel scared and began to resist, but he quickly subdued me, placing my legs on his shoulders and pressing his penis against my vaginal opening. Perhaps because of the lubrication from my previous orgasm, and because I often masturbate, even though it was only my second sexual experience, his enormous penis slid smoothly into my vagina. Then he began to thrust in and out rhythmically, not fast but very powerful. Because his penis was so large, almost every thrust hit my G-spot. I was experiencing both pain and pleasure, and forgetting that we were in a department store, I started to moan loudly. Luckily, there seemed to be no one in the dressing room. After about ten minutes of this, he had me stand up facing the wall, lean forward with my hands on the wall for support, and then he spread my legs and entered me from behind again. I involuntarily twisted my hips and waist to meet his thrusts, which made me feel even better. This time he used a rapid thrusting motion, and I actually reached my second orgasm in this position. However, he seemed unsatisfied and hugged me...In mid-air, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and we started doing it like that. He was also sucking and licking my breasts, making my private parts constantly leak fluid, wetting the floor. I thought I didn't know how long he would fuck me like this, so I had to make him ejaculate quickly. So I kept twisting my waist, making extremely lewd moans, and with an expression of being unable to take it anymore, he thrust hard and quickly a dozen times, then pulled out and shot a bunch of hot semen on my face. "I rarely have an experience that feels this good... You're still a student, aren't you, you slutty little sister?" He took some tissues from the dressing room and wiped the semen off my face. "Um, I'm a first-year high school student." "So young, no wonder you're so tight, but you're not a virgin anymore..." "You're not going to kill me to silence me, are you?" "Hehe, no way, beautiful, you're not wearing underwear and you're so lewd, how could I bear to kill you? I'm leaving now." So he quickly slipped out of the dressing room. After I tidied my clothes, I also walked out as if nothing had happened. I checked my watch and realized that I had been fucked by him for more than an hour... This was my second sexual experience. Strictly speaking, it can't be called rape because I didn't resist much, but that's because I'm too lewd. If it were someone else, they would probably struggle desperately. But to call that kind of sexual experience "making love" is really too much of a stretch. I don't even know who that person is, so I prefer to use the word "rape." After that, I would be "raped" every now and then, and the frequency was getting higher and higher. One day, I was even raped in the morning and then raped by different people in the evening. There were also those who raped me and then waited a while before raping me again. Luckily, these men always left after they were done; they didn't steal my money, didn't infect me with any sexually transmitted diseases, and I didn't get pregnant. Of course, I didn't report it to the police, nor did I let anyone know I had been raped. Everyone still thought I was just a pretty high school girl, and naturally, a virgin before marriage. Actually, I'm very promiscuous. I enjoy being raped by strangers, but I don't actively seduce others because that would eliminate the pleasure of being raped. I think being raped frequently is a form of self-affirmation for me; it proves I'm an extremely attractive woman, so attractive that even risking arrest for rape wouldn't prevent someone from assaulting me.

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