My Burning Desire

My

Lust (Chapter 1-2)

Author: Wenxin Yiren

Word Count: 247

Chapter 1

My phone rang, or rather, it vibrated, stirring up the lust in my heart. It must be

my boyfriend 's doing. I still need to take notes! And he calls me at this time, especially since I'm sitting in

the front row.

I can't write anything anymore. My legs are shaking uncontrollably. I put my left leg on top of my right, then take it off

, then put my right leg on top of my left. During this process, my small feet, encased in black stockings, are shaking incessantly, using the heels of my peep-toe high

heels as a fulcrum. As the saying goes, "Men who shake their legs become poor, women who shake their legs become cheap," and the thing that made my heart pound like a cat's claws was

the Bluetooth vibrator that was inside my vagina.

In this torment, class finally ended. I immediately grabbed the bag that I had packed under the professor's nose and

quickly and gracefully swayed my hips as I walked out of the classroom. I quickly turned into the corner toilet, and as soon as I closed the stall

, my legs went weak. Above the toilet bowl, a well-maintained, pinkish-

black flower-like stamen hung from the toilet bowl, and below it, a wet, sticky vibrating egg vibrated in the air.

A chain connected it to a clitoral ring, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably. This wretched little thing

had just been released from my vagina along with the secretions of my orgasm. This vibrating egg, controlled by my phone, was a gift from my

husband ; he even specially set it to vibrate automatically upon receiving calls or messages. I bit my bag tightly to keep from

letting out a blissful moan. My husband especially loves hearing me moan; he says my moans can get all the men in the neighborhood aroused.

When I finally calmed down, I took my phone out of my bag. Sure enough, it was a text from my husband telling me to hurry

home and pick up something on the way. Home refers to our rented apartment not far from the school,

a five-minute bike ride away, of course. So, after stuffing the little rascal into my vagina, I adjusted

my garter belt and went downstairs to get my bicycle. Of course, I wasn't wearing underwear; my husband said it was for fun, and a woman as lustful

as naturally didn't want to. Of course, I wore a bra—I didn't want my breasts to sag at such a young age.

The mountain bike seat was so hard and small, sinking perfectly into my crotch, and with the foreign object in my vagina, it

felt like I was riding on a dildo. Every lap was a thrill. In the throes of pleasure, I

arrived at a sex shop—the place my husband wanted me to pick up something. We mostly

buy our sex toys there, like the sexy bra I'm wearing now, with a slit in the middle. Because of the orgasm and

the stimulation along the way, my nipples were hard as pebbles, peeking out from the slit, forming

noticeable . My husband told me to pick up the fox tail anal plug we'd ordered earlier.

The shop owner wasn't young, but he was full of energy. He greeted me as soon as I entered, pinching my nipple through

my clothes the other reached under my skirt and caressed my labia. "You're always

this wet when you come here, the car seat is soaked," the owner said with a laugh, while using his fingers to pull my lower body towards his

crotch , pulling my nipple away. The hand that had been pinching my nipple now reached behind me, grabbing my plump buttocks and inserting his middle finger into my anus.

"I'll clean it all out for you, so it'll be easier to install the tail later."

"I'm in a hurry, he's rushing me, next time~" I had to use one hand to hold his chest and the other to grab his hair

to stop his tongue from violating my neck.

"Look, it's been this big ever since it heard you were coming to pick up the goods." The boss took his hand off his head and

placed it on his penis. I could feel its hardness even through his pants. "You have to help me reduce

the swelling ."

His fingers, which had just been pulled from my anus, teased my tongue in my mouth. As my shoulders were pressed down, I

spread my legs, exposing my vulva, and half-heartedly squatted down. He unzipped my pants, and a hot, fleshy penis sprang to

my face. To save time, I sucked on the dark red glans a couple of times, slowly taking it all the way in, and then

began to suck his penis wildly, moving my head back and forth rapidly. "Fuck, you're getting more and more

awesome, you little bitch," the boss shouted, tilting his head back, his penis continuing to go in and out of my throat. Just as I was about

to ejaculate, a motorcycle came up and stopped at the store entrance. The boss quickly pulled his penis out, and I

was dragged by my hair and crawled into the counter like a bitch.

While I was still in shock, I heard someone say, "Isn't that that little slut's bike?

You can tell just by the smell of the seat." Clearly, I'm notorious in this

area . It's all my husband's fault; he not only likes to hear women moan, but he also makes them moan towards the window, which has resulted in notes being stuck on the door. "She just left the bike here," the boss replied guiltily. We chatted idly with the newcomer, talking about how I wore a sheer veil to take out the trash, or how I hung clothes to dry on the balcony in a bikini. He even mentioned someone swearing they saw me masturbating on the roof. Of course, all of this was true; my husband likes to do it, and I enjoy it too. "You two seem to have a good relationship," the conversation continued. "Since we've been delayed, let's keep playing around," I thought mischievously, listening to their banter. So, ignoring the boss's attempts to dodge, I unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down to my ankles. Then, I grabbed his still-erect penis with one hand and rubbed his testicles with the other. Her nimble tongue relentlessly stimulated his glans, licking around the coronal sulcus before licking down to his scrotum, sucking and playing with his testicles, then taking the entire glans into her mouth and sucking on it. After repeating this several times, his entire penis was covered in her saliva , looking shiny. "They're just doing this for business," she said, her ponytail moving back and forth on the man's waist. "Did they even get to his pussy, haha?" Her hands encircled the boss's hard buttocks, her fingers pressing incessantly against his rough anus.

"I got it into your mouth," the owner said, already used to my pranks, even

jabbing my nose into his stomach as he spoke.

The man was startled, then laughed, thinking the owner was joking. Little did he know, the owner

was actually thrusting forward while laughing, genuinely getting the sticky semen into my mouth.

By the time the passerby left, I had swallowed all the semen. I squeezed

the penis in my hand a few times with my fingers, licked the white foam seeping from the glans, and winked at the owner as if to say,

"Delicious."

Leaving the sex shop, my saliva-soaked clothes clung to my firm breasts, making my cleavage faintly visible.

Although it looked tempting, it was uncomfortable, and I needed to hurry so my husband wouldn't have to wait too long.

Everyone probably thinks my boyfriend treated me like a toy and trained me with the owner. Of course not. Although he took

me shopping for a lot of things and played many seductive games with me, from initially letting the shopkeeper see my underwear

under my skirt to making me strip naked and try on sexy lingerie in front of him, he was always

watching the whole time. In his eyes, I was his possession. Although I had slept with countless other women before dating him

(I guess there were a lot of photos and videos taken during these encounters), even though we had agreed to have our own space, he

still insisted that I be his girlfriend. Maybe he wanted me to agree to be his girlfriend so he could enjoy

the thrill .

Since she loves to play around so much, why would she need a boyfriend to tie her down? First, he's exciting and

has a variety of tricks up his sleeve, always offering something new and exciting to keep her entertained. Second, having a boyfriend reduces the need for

endless, pointless attempts to start a relationship. Besides, men like to cheat and are more interested in other men's girlfriends. For women

, infidelity is also a wonderful aphrodisiac. The sex shop owner is just one of my prey. Ever since

I demonstrated the use of anal plugs a few days ago (the fox tail was the one I ordered this time), my husband has been encouraging me to try out

vibrators , wanting to see the owner's sour grapes reaction. But little did he know I'd already used the owner to masturbate

. I wonder how he'll "toughen" me if he finds out. Every time he discovers my "affair" (can it even be called an affair?)

, he gets especially excited and "toughens" me even more (that's his exact words). At those times, I

always incredibly aroused and can't recover for days. That's one of the reasons I accepted him.

Reaching the doorway, my lustful thoughts stopped, and my damp collar became increasingly uncomfortable. So I decided to take off my coat.

Naturally, I couldn't take the elevator, but luckily, I rarely take the stairs, and since it's during work hours, I shouldn't run into

anyone. Isn't that the thrill of exposure? Now, in the stairwell, a beautiful sprite dances,

her upper body clad only in a thin, transparent bra, her nipples, like stamens, stubbornly

peeking out from the central slit. A black lace garter belt around her waist connects to

black crystal stockings covering her smooth, long, beautiful legs. If anyone is lucky enough to walk up the stairs, they can see an alluring

slit glistening with moisture. Whenever the sunlight shines on her,

a metallic gleam appears between her legs—the reflection of her clitoral ring and vibrating egg chain.

I, in my high-heeled black peep-toe heels, stride up the steps, my hips

swaying to maintain balance. The little devil inside my vagina, under this alternating pressure, creates another kind of stimulation.

My bag is slung over my shoulder, and I hold an anal plug in my hand, constantly flicking my breasts, buttocks, and thighs with the fox tail, leaving

faint red marks that further accentuate my snow-white, delicate skin. The thought of how long I'd been delayed, and

how torment me, sent a surge of heat through my lower body. My vagina became even wetter, and I felt some fluid

trickling down my inner thighs; a few drops might have even fallen onto the floor.

I rushed to my door, peeking around to make sure no one was watching, then quickly rang

the doorbell . The thrill of exposure was exhilarating, but being seen by

two

people on the same floor dressed like this was still embarrassing. Although

my overflowing vagina wouldn't refuse anyone's entry, there's a saying, "A rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow,"

so it was best to be careful to avoid unnecessary trouble. Damn it, I've thought about all this, why isn't the door open yet? I'm starting to

get really nervous; my bladder is throbbing. If someone I know sees me peeing, it'll be a huge stench.

I frantically

thought I heard the elevator ding

. I wonder if the person who came in saw the white blur facing the elevator entrance as the door closed.

Accompanied by a clitoral orgasm from finger massage, I released the large amount of urine produced by my earlier tension. I took out my little rascal, which had

been with me half the day, and looking at the sticky secretions emanating from it, I couldn't help

but stick out my tongue. I walked into the living room, licking the vibrator like it was a lollipop, only then realizing

that I hadn't noticed my husband wasn't home because I

was in such a hurry to relieve myself. Looking down, I saw a note on the sofa with some items on it, written in my husband's handwriting: "Wear these, lie face down with your butt facing the door." "Ugh," I thought to myself, and then

started fiddling with the things my husband had left. A gag, a corset, elbow handcuffs, and boots—all in the same red color scheme. Looks like

my husband wanted some more excitement.

So, after touching up my makeup and resting a bit, I started getting dressed as instructed. No need for

the corset, but I'll keep the stockings. I'll put on the boots. As for the elbow handcuffs, I'll have to put them on behind my back, which is a bit difficult,

but I've practiced. First, I need to get the gag in place. I kneel on the prepared mat as instructed (my husband is so

thoughtful ). It's quite comfortable with my upper body supported by the sofa. To add a little surprise, I

put on the fox tail. My anus is being stretched full; the stimulation is incomparable to the boss's little finger earlier.

This time , I didn't insert anything into my vagina. My empty vagina, empty all day, is looking forward to a big cock that even the little rascal can't compare to.

What I need now is a straight shot into the hole, I don't want any more obstacles.

With each thrust of my big white buttocks, the fine fur of my drooping fox tail gently brushed against my cleft, intensifying my

desire .

"Husband, why aren't you here yet? God, please just give me any man!" Just as I was

muttering this through my gag, the doorbell rang.

"What's going on? Can't you open the door yourself?"

The person outside seemed deliberately unresponsive, pausing for a moment instead of opening the door and continuing to ring the doorbell.

"He must be doing this on purpose, teasing me," I thought bitterly.

Finally, I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock, and I impatiently wiggled my buttocks facing the door, letting out

muffled moans.

Clang, I heard the sound of a key falling to the ground, "He's really in a hurry," I thought, while thrusting my buttocks even higher.

It didn't go all the way as I'd imagined. For a few seconds, it seemed like nothing happened.

I was bursting with pent-up desire, my throat churning. If my mouth hadn't been gagged, I definitely would have screamed and begged

, "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Just as I was about to break down, a pair of trembling, large hands finally touched my peach-like buttocks.

After caressing them for a while, they gripped my flesh tightly, as if trying to squeeze out water. These two

devilish hands, gripping my buttocks, spread them apart, rotated, and rubbed them a few times before finally, as if making a decision, they parted my

buttocks . A hot, hard rod touched my already incredibly wet vulva,

then slowly pushed it deeper until a ring of belly flesh pressed against my tail, and the plug went a little further into my rectum

. In an instant, the feeling of being filled from both ends left my mind blank.

Unlike his usual forceful thrusts, today my husband was patient, gently penetrating from the entrance of my vagina to the very end, enjoying

the high-temperature pressure inside, then slowly withdrawing until it was nestled against my labia, feeling the tingling sensation of the folds of flesh

meeting . But this gentleness couldn't quell the heat within me. I wiggled my hips,

trying to urge him on with my eyes. But as soon as I moved, he grabbed my ponytail, pulling me up so I had to lift my head. My

already incontinent saliva dripped from the gag down my chin and then dripped down in a silvery stream.

My breasts, which had been pressed under my body and were already slightly red, were exposed to the air. A large hand came from behind and caressed these lovely white

mounds of flesh , then began to squeeze them, feeling their elasticity. His fingers took turns pinching the already hardened nipples,

then pulling them hard, sometimes even holding both nipples together.

Perhaps sensing my impatience, the person behind me released my breasts, grabbed the handcuffs, and began to speed up.

Each thrust brought out a large amount of vaginal fluid, soaking my buttocks. The soft flesh

rippled outwards in concentric circles from the point of impact with my stomach. My firm breasts bounced up and down like a pair of playful white rabbits.

It was the final moment. My upper body was limp, and I slumped into the sofa, whimpering. My waist, cinched even smaller by

the corset was pressed down so my buttocks would stick out even higher. My vagina, sensing the burning

pulse of my penis, responded with even stronger contractions. The person behind me hesitated noticeably, then suddenly pulled out

the tail that had been inserted into my anus, and before it could close, shoved the penis inside. The well-lubricated shaft quickly

disappeared into my rectum. This sudden attack made me scream, but due to the gag, it only produced

a whimper.

Accompanied by a burning sensation that seemed to shoot into my stomach, my lower body tightened, and I could feel the fluid bursting from my vagina

like a showerhead.

After a spasm, my hazy consciousness gradually returned. I felt a fat

body pressing down on my back, panting heavily in my ear. Although the plumpness was quite comfortable, it was still too heavy, especially

my hands, which were handcuffed behind my back, aching painfully. Suddenly, I felt something was wrong, so I opened my blurry eyes

and turned my head towards the direction of the breathing. A familiar face came into view—it wasn't my husband.

"It's the landlord," I thought vaguely, twisting my body that was being pressed down, making

muffled , trying to wake the landlord. "Get up! My husband came here sometime ago!"

Perhaps hearing my inner cry, the landlord finally moved. When he turned his head and saw my flushed

face staring at him with wide eyes, he was clearly a little panicked. He quickly said in my ear, "I didn't mean to."

"You did it on purpose?"

Blinking and humming, he gestured for the gag to be removed. The landlord seemed to understand and said, "I'll take it off for you, but

don't shout." I nodded in agreement.

At first, I struggled, but after a while, I finally managed to get it off. I blurted out, "When did you get here?"

I immediately regretted it. I'd been being fucked for so long and hadn't even noticed; no wonder he always called me an idiot.

The landlord looked embarrassed, and while unlocking my handcuffs, he said, "Your husband sent me to collect the rent..."

"Hurry up and leave. My husband might come at any time; it'll be trouble if he sees us," I interrupted him.

"He said you..." He wanted to say something more.

"Go, go, we'll talk next time," I didn't give him a chance to continue, and as I spoke, I crawled past him naked,

picked up his keys, and tossed them to him.

The landlord, still pulling up his pants, was stunned by what I said. He turned his head and saw

white foam oozing from the pink anus between the two white labia.

"I... okay then," the landlord finally finished dressing after my urging, saying

things like "You look so beautiful" and "I couldn't help myself" as she left.

I finally managed to get rid of the landlord before my husband arrived, and I needed to get ready. Damn it,

the semen the landlord ejaculated into my anus started leaking out. I grabbed an anal plug to stop it; this one usually sits on the coffee table, a string of

anal beads arranged in an arc from small to large. That's when I noticed my phone flashing on the coffee table. I opened it and saw a message from my husband:

"Xiao Mei, I thought you'd be here right away, but it looks like I won't be able to. I might have to stay up all night in the lab.

Eat by yourself. P.S. The landlord's coming to collect the rent, you pay first. Honey." This was during my time arguing with the sex shop owner...

When I was feeling cozy, no wonder I sensed that the little rascal had been mischievous for a while.

"The landlord is coming to collect rent." Did the landlord mean "He said you're home"?

The landlord did come to collect rent, practically into my vagina. Looks like I'll have to wait until next time.

My thoughts are wandering. I'm actually a bit hungry; the exercise just now burned quite a bit of energy. But where should I

eat ?

Chapter Two:

Since my husband isn't home, and there's no one to wash or chop the vegetables, I have to do everything myself—it's so annoying. Should I ask the landlord to

treat me? But I don't know his phone number. After thinking about it, I decided to mooch a meal from the owner of the sex shop; I figured he wouldn't

refuse. What should I wear? After taking off the corset that felt a bit uncomfortable, I hesitated. I rummaged through my things and finally

found a patent leather rope dress that had a queenly feel to it. The black patent leather straps, fixed at both ends to thick steel rings,

divided my fair skin into sections, the contrast in color making the mounds outlined around my chest even more prominent.

The leather belt extending from her waist converged into a wider crotch strap than the other straps, slightly

conservative, but secured with Velcro at the bottom, making it easy to untie. Her beautiful body swayed narcissistically in front of the full-length

mirror , adjusting the straps. The beaded anal plug remained firmly inserted in her anus; the adjacent cavity would remain empty for now, as there would be plenty of filling later. A red stain appeared beside her small lips in the mirror, naturally from saliva that had dripped out while she wore the gag. It wasn't hard to imagine how lewd her delicate face would have looked covered in filthy saliva. She went to the dressing table makeup. As soon as she sat down, the soft buttocks contacted the hard chair, and she immediately felt her stomach being pushed upwards deeply, letting out a satisfied "hmm." The night was slightly chilly, so she picked out a red trench coat, matching her boots, and put it on. The trench coat wasn't long, just barely covering my hips. After putting my phone and keys in my pocket, I finally headed out. With a "ding," the elevator doors opened, and a young couple living on the same floor stepped out. Seeing me outside the elevator, the man's previously tired eyes lit up. In that instant , he could clearly see the leather belt around his neck and the buckle through the collar. The woman stared at me warily, quickly pulling the man away. As the elevator doors closed, I vaguely heard the curse, "You're still staring at that slut." "Hmph," I thought, a little annoyed. "Slut it is, you want others to see it but they won't. Do you think you're like me?" This thought triggered a sudden thought. So I strolled to the middle of the elevator, my back to the camera, and twisted my neck, pretending to be tired . I quietly unbuttoned all the buttons on my trench coat, then raised my arms in a stretching motion. I was sure the hem of the coat was pulled up high enough that the monitor could clearly see my almost entirely exposed, snow-white buttocks, visible only by a black leather belt . But this was just the appetizer. I pushed my shoulders back, opened my arms naturally, and then slowly lowered them, letting my bright red trench coat slide down my upper arms to my elbows, exposing my entire back and shoulders. If that security guard was still diligently watching the monitor at this moment, I wonder if seeing my black and white body would make him want to masturbate. As I was swaying and teasing the camera, the elevator stopped; we hadn't even reached the first floor yet. Just as I tightened the front of my trench coat, the door opened, and a tall, thin figure in a school uniform and glasses stood in the doorway, probably a middle school student going to evening self-study. The presence of a sultry beauty in the elevator clearly startled him. I suddenly remembered that joke , and while stepping back to make room, I blurted out, "Going down?" (How lewd). I don't know if he understood or not, but he kept nodding and came in. The elevator continued its descent, and the little boy was clearly uncomfortable , constantly trying to turn his head, only to give up halfway out of embarrassment. I couldn't help but chuckle softly, watching him run away quickly, his face flushed. Successfully teasing the little boy had put me in a good mood. We arrived at the sex shop again, but the door was locked. The owner was probably off drinking somewhere again. Oh no, I don't have a single penny on me now, what should I do? Just then, my phone beeped. Someone sent a WeChat message: "I saw your husband with ." My boyfriend's professor is the youngest female PhD student in the university, over forty years old but still charming, with an intellectual beauty in her appropriate attire. She's the object of many male students' private fantasies. "So what?" Heh, trying to sow discord, thinking my husband wouldn't report it to me. "I just didn't want you to be bored," I said. Men really do love to cheat. Ever since I got a boyfriend, my former casual sex partner, who seemed to have lost interest in me, has started flirting with me again, and now he's just joking around with me. This guy was jokingly called "Pointy-Headed Slowpoke" because he always called himself a gentleman (in English), but his penis really was pointy, like a nail. He was my first boyfriend after entering university. The first time, I tried to play innocent, but I didn't expect to be immediately penetrated by his pointy penis. With his experience, it wasn't hard to tell that my anus wasn't a virgin, but he didn't care. According to him, he didn't have the patience to slowly develop me. However, we were never really in a relationship. He was a womanizer and I liked to play around too, so things gradually faded, and we only contacted each other occasionally for casual sex. "How about I treat you to dinner?" After I continued to flirt with him for a while, the key point came. It was like a pillow being delivered when you're sleepy. "What should I treat you to?" I agreed. "Pizza, come to xx bar, xx private room." Although pizza isn't my favorite, luckily the bar wasn't far, so I decided to go anyway. Entering the private room, a pungent odor assaulted my nostrils. The stale air, a mixture of smoke, sweat, and shoe smells, made me slightly dizzy, yet simultaneously filled me with a strong sense of masculinity. Unlike other ordinary private rooms with a sofa and two computers, this one was slightly larger; there was enough space between the back of the chair in front of the computer and the sofa for one person to walk through. It was probably because this private room was located at the far end of the bar, and there wasn't enough space to divide it into two, so it was used as one large room.

Sharphead wasn't in the private room; two mountain-sized fat men sat glued to their monitors. These two

were Sharphead's best buddies. He said they were too much of a shut-in to have girlfriends, so they frequented brothels. They'd often

bump into each other at various establishments, one leaving the same place as the other entering, and they'd become close friends,

practically . One was a savvy patron, the other a heavy spender, claiming they wouldn't ruin anyone's reputation, only save fallen women. "Old

patrons," I greeted them, bending down and resting my elbows on the back of the chairs. "Hey beautiful,

long time no see ," the leader said, recognizing me but not stopping his hands.

"Where's Sharphead?" I asked again. "Sharphead went to buy food," the eldest replied, while the second added,

"He comes in and immediately asks about his lover, so much more womanizing than friendizing." They were still playing League of Legends as they spoke

. More womanizing than friendizing? That's true, I've never actually done it with them. Either they're fat otaku and don't arouse my interest,

or they're all talk and no action. But seriously, a beautiful woman is posing seductively in front of you guys, and

you don't even give her a second glance! So I bent down even lower, grabbed

one of their crotches with one hand, and squeezed the soft lump inside, stretching it up and down, "Serves you right for masturbating all day long, no girls if you masturbate too much," "No, I'll

pee," I didn't expect my hand service would result in this. Just then, I got a slap on the butt

, and the head of the group came.

"Don't move, just lie there and eat," the pizza bag was thrown between the two monitors, my waist was pressed down and I couldn't get up, so I had to spread my legs and straighten them, supporting myself on the computer desk, and strike a lewd pose with a slouching waist and a pert butt between

the two otaku who weren't even looking at me . While I was eating, my pointed hand wasn't idle either. After stroking inside my trench coat for a while, it lifted the back hem, revealing a black leather belt between my snow-white buttocks, which reflected a lewd light under the lamp. It ripped open the Velcro fastener on my pants, exposing my vulva and the anus plugged with anal plug. A large hand slid down my perineum towards my already wet vulva, the middle, index, and ring fingers each pinching a labia and sliding back and forth. "When did you put this on?" the person with the hand asked, slightly surprised when their fingertips touched the metal ring embedded in my clitoris. With food in my mouth, I couldn't speak, only responding by rubbing my palm against my buttocks. The fingers either pressed the clitoral hood or pulled it up against the ring, both results sending shivers down my spine. "Well done," came the compliment, followed by a seductive wink. With a slight pressure, the fingertips pressed against my opening easily sank into the warm cavity. The middle finger, already inserted in my vagina, circled twice. As if sensing I wasn't satisfied, the index finger also slipped into my fleshy opening . My mouth, still full of food, couldn't help but let out a long breath. But the fingers immediately launched a fierce attack, thrusting in and out of my cavity. Waves of tingling and itching sensations spread from my vagina, all the blood in my body rushing to that spot , a burning sensation as if it were melting. I could no longer eat. My hands braced against the table, my head bowed, groaning, "Mmm...mmm...uh...uh..." The movements grew more vigorous; I could almost hear the squelching sounds of the fingers probing my vagina. Suddenly, the increasingly rapid fingers stopped. My cheeks were flushed, and I was panting heavily. Before I could even catch my breath, a thick, erect penis thrust into my vagina, which had been parted by two fingers. "Not here," I glared at him reproachfully, "Lift your ass up a bit," and a slap landed on my pale buttocks, silencing my already weak protest. His hot, thick penis slid all the way in, then began thrusting in and out of my vagina, a tingling sensation traveling from my spine to my already euphoric head. The man behind me wasn't idle either; he reached forward to unbutton my trench coat, gently grabbing my dangling breasts, his fingers deftly pinching my nipples and slowly pulling them. The intense battle was happening right next to these two fat nerds, but they were engrossed in their own sexual assault, cursing and swearing through their headphones. The thrusting penis combined with the pinching of my breasts made me moan again. Their indifference annoyed me, and this time I let loose. " Ah ... After dozens of rapid thrusts that reached straight to my core, his swollen penis was pulled out. Exhausted from the pleasure, I squatted down on his pointed shoes, my back against his feet , my body trembling. Hot fluid gushed from my vulva, soaking the entire surface of the shoes. Pointed Man snatched the paper bag from my mouth, tearing it with such force that I still held onto a piece tightly in my bite. My unfocused eyes watched him frantically masturbate his engorged penis against my face, streams of thick, white fluid shooting into the food bag. After shaking it a couple of times to make sure the large amount of semen was expelled, the glans, still covered in clear mucus, rubbed against my lips, like he was applying lipstick. My tongue instinctively followed. "Adding something to your dinner," he said. His glans was especially sensitive after ejaculation, and as I licked it, Pointed Man's buttocks twitched, both enjoying it and wanting to escape. "Nutritious and good for your skin, eat up!" Pointy-haired girl picked up a slice of pizza covered in milky white and held it to my lips. Hearing this, the two fat guys couldn't help but turn around . Under their incredulous gazes, I, who had originally wanted to refuse, didn't hesitate to bite into the cheese pizza covered in semen, while my slender hand went to my chin to catch the dripping sap.

Sucking the delicious treat from my palm into my mouth, I stared blankly at the two chubby guys who were staring at me in a daze,

the frustration from being defeated by the game earlier completely gone.

"You're going to do this?!" "I can't take it anymore!" Suddenly, the two chubby guys erupted without warning

. They pulled me up from the front and back, still in a daze, ripped off my trench coat, and threw me onto the sofa.

"Wait, I'm choking, I need some water." "Here you go," they said, shoving

a half . A stream of hot water sprayed into my mouth from the tip of the penis. "Keep slurping, swallow it down,

it won't taste fishy if you don't let it get cold," they clearly thought I was an inexperienced virgin. "Cough, cough, tell me

how many girls you've ruined like this," but for the sake of my image, after slurping up the last bit of urine, I pretended to choke on

the

latest... "No girls, but plenty of chickens," his already hard cock slapped my cheek and stuck out his tongue. "Stop talking nonsense, your mouth is for eating cocks," the swollen cock forced open my cherry-like mouth, my lips tightly enveloping the glans, my tongue, under pressure, entangled with the invading object, the tip of my tongue launching a counterattack, intermittently squeezing into the tip of my urethra. The front was busy, and the back was also busy. The second prostitute straddled one of my legs, while he held the other long leg in his arms, his slender high heels pointing straight to the ceiling. Our groins were intimately pressed together, the man's buttocks moving incessantly, occasionally rotating. His recently finished penis, covered in sticky fluid and slightly limp, drooped, and he took photos of my genitals with his phone , sometimes making me pose as if swallowing his cock, while simultaneously groping my beautifully curved body as I lay on my side. "Come on, let me taste her cunt," the older prostitute said, his hand slapping my large breasts from bottom to top, causing them to swell. "Okay, let's do it twice," the younger prostitute said, not holding back when he pulled out the anal plug and found my intestines were fully lubricated. "You're really horny, come and lick your husband's stuff clean," the plug, still wet with the landlord's semen, was moved from the lower orifice to the upper mouth. "This isn't my husband's," I mumbled, tasting the strange mixture of the stench of my intestines and the fishy smell of semen, though they didn't miss it. "Don't complain, we're just helping your husband pay for his business," he teased as I sat down with my back to the younger prostitute, letting his penis penetrate my anus. Although my filled intestines made me dizzy , I still retaliated by spinning around twice with my buttocks, eliciting a strange cry from him. "Stop fooling around, there's another one to make you feel good," he said, securing me with his penis. Then, the second prostitute's hands reached behind me, through my knees, and lifted my legs, pressing them against my chest. My two mounds of white flesh, bound by my legs, had nowhere to go but to squeeze , creating a deep cleavage. The dark red nipples at the tips resembled cherries adorning cream. This position, with my back against his fleshy torso, felt quite comfortable, reminding me of a roasted chicken being pierced. This left my vulva wide open, completely exposed to the public. Faced with such a sight, the first prostitute naturally wouldn't hold back, thrusting his penis forward with his legs spread. He adjusted the angle of his shaft, the glans brushing against my labia several times , intensifying the emptiness in my lower body. "Ah (Oh) (Oh!)!" As my passage was gradually filled, both the first prostitute and I let out satisfied moans, while the second prostitute beneath me echoed the sounds of his penis being squeezed and massaged by another penis through a thin membrane. Once his penis was fully inside, he freed his hands to grasp my breasts. The big guy carefully moved his hips, slowly withdrawing his penis until the head remained at the vaginal opening, then pushing it deeper. Due to the pressure of his penis in my anus, the thrusting in the anal cavity was quite difficult at first, and it even slipped out a few times. My desire was already burning brightly, so I subconsciously reached out to help, but due to the position, I could only touch his testicles with my fingers. Fortunately, it wasn't their first time doing a threesome, and they gradually found their rhythm. So the two guys below also started to thrust their hips upwards, pumping in and out of my anus. One in and one out, or in and out together, the big guy in front could also thrust left or right, and the changes in the rhythm of their bodies brought different melodies to my head. The phrase "one Buddha is born, two Buddhas ascend to heaven" inexplicably came to mind. While the three of us were enjoying ourselves, the little guy wasn't idle either. Accompanying their hard work, the two little legs held from behind my knees kept moving in the air, which attracted his attention. He helped me take off my boots , smelling and kissing my gleaming, stockinged feet, gently biting the soles. The tickling sensation on my feet, combined with the tingling pleasure from his thrusting from both front and back, accelerated my climax. With each suppressed whimper from the anal plug in my mouth during orgasm, my feet tensed, and my beautiful toes, encased in stockings, were sucked incessantly by his penis. The spasms in my vaginal canals from the orgasm brought both of them to the peak of pleasure; their movements became noticeably more vigorous , their cries deeper. At this moment, the penis, already satisfied with its oral sex, suddenly said, "Shoot into the boots, let this slut walk around in them." This suggestion was clearly met with approval. The first man released my scratched breasts, turned to the side, picked up the boots that were handed to him, positioned his glans against the zipper opening, and rapidly stroked his shaft with his other hand. Erpiao lowered my legs, cupping my buttocks and moving them up and down. With his final effort, I placed one foot on the sofa and the other on Dapiao's buttocks, which were trembling from masturbation. Although I had been penetrated by men many times, I hadn't seen a man masturbate in person often , which aroused me a little. So, I pinched my nipples, which were swollen with excitement, with one hand and rubbed my clitoris, which hadn't shrunk at all, with the other. With my lewd posture, Dapiao climaxed, and I watched as streams of semen shot into my boots. This scene gave me another orgasm, but Erpiao was about to climax as well. I saw him lift my buttocks and quickly pull out his penis. He was probably a little exhausted from the long exercise and couldn't throw to the side, so I sat on his lap again, my vulva pressing against his hard penis, my labia parted.

He slid the shaft down from top to bottom until the glans and the front half were exposed. This sudden stimulation made the second prostitute

unable to hold back . Luckily, I was quick and immediately slipped the other boot over our groin, while simultaneously reaching down to his crotch,

my entire palm grasping his scrotum, pressing it incessantly, as if trying to squeeze out all the contents of his testicles.

While I was busy here, the first prostitute had already finished. He gave my boot a final, forceful stroke

, then walked to my side, kneeling on one knee on the sofa, his still-erect penis slapping against my breasts. The red marks from where he had scratched my

breasts hadn't faded yet, and the glans, dripping with fluid, circled my nipples a few times.

After this teasing, once his penis softened, he withdrew and sat back down at the computer, truly heartless after pulling out his penis.

Now I lay on the sofa with my eyes closed, savoring the madness of just now. Two long, slender legs stretched out and crossed,

their private parts well-concealed, leaving only trimmed pubic hair alluringly exposed in their triangle. Anyone who saw it

would surely marvel at the worldly wisdom of the person who coined the idiom "jade body lying horizontally." However, this erotic scene

held no allure for the men who had just enjoyed themselves. Especially since those two nerdy guys, Da Piao and Er Piao, had started playing games again

. "Playing games all the time will never get you a girl," I

thought to myself. But even if they don't have girls, I still help them have fun, so I guess I'm the one who suffers.

Wait! Where did Jian Tou go? I just realized someone's missing.

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