I'm completely addicted.

I think I'm hopelessly addicted. I enjoy being looked at by men. In high school, a few close friends and I liked to dress up in revealing outfits and go shopping together. Many boys would steal glances at us, which gave me a sense of conquest, accomplishment, and excitement.

I've had a few boyfriends. Honestly, I thought my second boyfriend was a bit of a pervert. He often bought me very erotic clothes to wear before we had sex, especially those lace stockings that only reached my thighs, and he wouldn't let me take them off. He always did it from behind, saying it was more exciting that way. I didn't feel anything! I thought frontal sex was better, but it was alright, so I went along with him.

He also bought me my first vibrating penis. Ha! I really thought he was a bit strange, but I'd never tried it before, and I was genuinely curious about what it would be like inside me. So I didn't blame him. After that, I often used it secretly when he wasn't around.

It felt completely different from sex. The feeling of fullness after penetration, then the vibration spreading from within, constantly stimulating the clitoris, then penetration again—a situation where you wanted to stop but couldn't, feeling completely controlled by the vibrating penis, experiencing continuous, frenzied orgasms.

Later, when my boyfriend was using a dildo on me, he would often ask me, seeing how excited I seemed, whether I preferred his penis or the vibrating dildo. I always said I preferred his, but my heart was already lost in the vibrating hell.

The thought that just as I was about to reach a frenzied state, he would pull the dildo out of my body and replace it with his real penis, made me feel a hatred for his penis. Just thinking about this would cause my vagina to involuntarily contract, as if trying to tighten around it, to keep it from leaving me.

Later, we broke up because of personality clashes. Was it really because of incompatibility? I doubted it myself, but I would never let him or anyone else know. It was a secret mechanism in my body that no one knew about; once it was inserted and that switch was turned on, I could only fall into a frenzied orgasm, unable to stop.

After entering university, since I didn't have a boyfriend, wasn't bad-looking, and wasn't shy about showing off my figure, many boys started appearing around me—classmates, friends, even walking on campus, people would stare at me, bringing back the feeling I had in high school, being looked at by everyone at the same time, feeling both proud and excited.

When they looked at my innocent face and my sexy outfit that accentuated my curves, I knew what they were thinking: "This girl dresses so provocatively, she must really like being slept with," or "If I could penetrate her and make her moan, it would be so great," or even worse, they might be fantasizing that I was constantly leaking vaginal fluid under my tight skirt, craving a large penis to penetrate me… Actually, I enjoyed the lewd gazes of men; it made me even more aroused. While they looked at me, lost in their sexual fantasies, they didn't know that I was feeling the vibration in my groin, about to enter a lewd climax.

Whenever this happened, I had to endure it while moving my weak legs towards the dressing room or a secluded corner, enduring the predicament of my vagina being so wet that my vibrating penis was about to slip off.

Afraid of being discovered, painfully enduring the pleasure of the vibrator, I had to pretend to be nonchalant, greeting classmates I encountered, while secretly longing to find a secluded place to vent my frustration… Recently, a friend told me that the pleasure of anal sex is incomparable to intercourse, and my curiosity was piqued again. I think I might be a little abnormal! But unlike her, I don't have a boyfriend now, and I feel that inserting and thrusting in the anus is really dirty, so I decided to try using a dildo to see how I would react. If I'm going to do it, I might as well go all the way!

I thought to myself, unaware that my body would reach such a terrifying level.

That day I had six classes, but no classes in the first two in the morning. I secretly masturbated in my room behind my parents' backs.

When I reached a state of extreme excitement and became extremely aroused, I inserted my favorite three-speed vibrator and started the low-speed vibration. I liked it because it had three speeds; with the low speed vibration, I could maintain the feeling of excitement all day long; the medium speed was enough to give me a crazy orgasm.

I got up and slowly walked to the mirror. The friction between my penis and thigh as I walked gave me a feeling of fullness from the penetration. I loved looking at my beautiful body in the mirror with the vibrating dildo inside—a body many men wanted to penetrate! But I only wanted to use a dildo to defile this perfect body.

Watching my body writhe in pleasure from the vibrating dildo, the lewd atmosphere was unbearable, and I climaxed. As I felt the vibration, I smeared my anus with the constantly flowing vaginal fluid while searching for a suitable dildo for my first anal insertion.

The fear of the first time alone caused my vaginal fluid to flow continuously, and the dildo inside continued to vibrate. I secretly decided that I wouldn't pull it out all day! (The cost of batteries I spend is terrifying.) Then I squatted down, pressing the dildo against my anus. After thinking for a moment, I adjusted the vibrating dildo to medium speed, thinking that wouldn't it be more memorable to have my first insertion during an orgasm?

The pleasure intensified under the guidance of the vibrating dildo, nearing the climax. I endured it, slowly sliding it into my anus. It's so tight, I can't get it in. I started to wonder if I'd chosen one that was too big. The pleasure kept rising, I was about to give up, no time to switch to a smaller one, the switch was already on and couldn't be stopped, I forcefully inserted it into my body.

A current surged through my lower body, an orgasm unlike any I'd ever experienced. I collapsed to the ground, convulsing, the penis in my genitals still vibrating, the anal switch not having caught up... After a while, it finally recovered. I switched the front one back to low speed, still leaking fluid, and slowly started the rear one too. It was a sliding type, with high and low speeds but no segmented ones. Using both the front and rear penises together created a strange, moving sensation. I maintained my excitement and started getting dressed.

The most fascinating thing about using an electric dildo is that I can free my hands, instead of using them to maintain an orgasm, which is why I later enjoyed having it inside me all day. Nothing I did could hinder my pleasure, I hovered on the edge of excitement and orgasm all day. Sometimes I think, how wonderful it would be if I could live in this state forever, without having to think about anything, only experiencing pleasure!

I endured the impending second wave of climax, choosing my clothes for class. Both orifices were simultaneously experiencing the thrill of vibration, a sensation far beyond anything I'd felt with a single vibrating penis. Ahhh, so exhilarating! I couldn't think straight; all I wanted was to get out the door and enjoy the lewd gaze of men. I didn't like having sex with men, but I loved the fear of being discovered.

Ohhh... I couldn't take it anymore. In this vibrating hell, I put on my favorite white stockings and chose a short skirt that hugged my hips tightly, just enough to cover the stockings. I couldn't let anyone see me wearing such lewd stockings to school. Usually, I wore tight shorts because I was afraid the vibrator would slip off under the constant vibration; shorts didn't have that problem. But today, the first time both orifices were vibrating simultaneously, the pleasure was making me unable to think. The more dangerous it was, the more excited I became, wanting the whole world's attention on me, to reach climax in front of everyone.

"Don't wear underwear! Let it fall down and let everyone see; that'll definitely give you a different kind of orgasm," a demon inside me whispered.

As a result, I wore a spaghetti-strap, off-the-shoulder, backless top and 8-centimeter high heels. Ugh...it was definitely not an appropriate outfit for class, but under the control of my two penises, I couldn't think straight.

This outfit achieved the effect I wanted as soon as I stepped out the door; everyone on the street was staring at me. The vibrating dildo kept giving me endless vibrations, and the swaying of my hips from walking in high heels further stimulated my genitals and anus. If someone approached me then, I would definitely orgasm in front of them without even realizing it.

Finally, I arrived at school. On the bus, because of the bad road surface, I kept bouncing up and down, and with the bus packed with people, I increased the vibrating speed of the dildo to medium. I secretly slipped my hand under my skirt—I hope no one saw—and, holding onto both vibrating dildos, leaned against the crowd, afraid they would fall. I orgasmed twice, almost unable to leave the bus, and the continuous pleasure was a blessing in disguise. Thankfully, I still had a sliver of consciousness left.

Classes went by one after another at school. My classmates were probably already used to my appearance and didn't react much. I wonder if anyone noticed that I was wearing stockings with garter belts, and that I wasn't wearing underwear to school, and that there were two vibrating dildos inside me, giving me continuous pleasure? Just thinking about it excited me, let alone the fact that the dildo was still giving me constant pleasure, and my vaginal fluid was dripping non-stop. I lost track of time, completely immersed in the vibrations of the vibrating dildo.

Wave after wave of orgasms came and went, sometimes the initial pleasure would lead to another orgasm; sometimes the second orgasm would come first, and then the continued vibrations would bring a second wave.

During lunch break, everyone went to eat, but I just wanted to get to the dressing room as quickly as possible because the orgasms kept coming during class, and I couldn't control myself to turn the speed of the dildo down. I couldn't stop. This was an experience I had never had before. Before, I would always slow down after an orgasm, and then speed it up again when I felt the sensation, and repeat the process.

It was probably because it was the first time I'd stimulated both my front and back orifices simultaneously; it was completely unexpected, and I couldn't control myself. It wasn't coming in segments anymore; it was a continuous, high-energy climax, with my juices constantly flowing onto my stockings. I didn't want to, and couldn't, turn the speed back down. In my confusion, I thought the only way to break free was to turn it to the highest speed, frantically stimulating my clitoris and anus to reach a state of ecstasy! But the highest speed was something I'd only ever tried at home; it was absolutely forbidden outside.

I remember when I first bought that penis, I recklessly used the highest speed and discovered that I, whom I didn't recognize, had become a sexually driven, pleasure-seeking creature, capable of orgasms effortlessly, without any thought, only continuous orgasms until I passed out. Because of that terrible experience, I never used the high-speed mode again, because the medium speed was already enough to bring me to orgasm.

I was only thinking about getting to the dressing room as quickly as possible. As I walked, the stimulation in my lower body intensified. My vaginal fluids, amplified by the medium-speed vibration, flowed continuously down my legs. The two dildos, vibrating incessantly and lubricated by the fluids, were slowly sliding down. I was almost too weak to tighten my genitals to prevent them from slipping. There were people all around, and I had to pretend nothing was wrong, struggling to endure the pleasure and avoid being noticed.

Oh… I really loved this strange atmosphere. I was a wanton woman. In my dazed state, I felt the vibrating of the vibrating dildo grow louder and louder. I no longer cared about being seen with the fluids on my stockings; I desperately craved the highest-speed vibrations that had given me such a terrifying experience. The climaxes continued to rise. Many people were looking at me, wondering if they noticed my strange behavior. I didn't care! I couldn't think straight anymore.

On the way, a classmate of mine—I knew he had a crush on me—surprisingly asked me to have lunch with him. At that moment, I didn't understand a word he was saying. I only thought that once we got to the dressing room, I could reach a state of ecstasy, go wild with pleasure, and escape this feeling of overflowing lust and insatiable desire.

He noticed my unusual behavior and helped me to the railing to rest, asking if I was feeling unwell. In my mind, I was thinking, "I need to feel better, let me go, hurry!" But he just kept asking me, "What's wrong? Do you want me to take you home?" I was almost entering that terrifying hell of ecstasy. Although the speed of the vibrations remained the same, the accumulating orgasms, coupled with the shame of my penis almost slipping off and being discovered, meant I was about to lose control.

In my daze, I realized my hand was in my pocket, holding the switch that controlled my body, wanting to turn it to the highest speed. I screamed inwardly, "Pressing it down will ruin everything!" But I couldn't stop my lustful nature. Let everyone see! Don't hold back anymore, press it and you'll be free. Don't think too much, what's more important than an ecstatic orgasm?

I kept trying to convince myself, my reason slipping away bit by bit. I didn't care about the consequences; I just wanted to… In the corridor outside the school's dressing room, the dildo inserted into my vagina suddenly accelerated its vibrations, triggering a flood of pent-up orgasm within me. My whole body felt electrified; I screamed wildly, leaning against the railing, thrusting incessantly. I couldn't care less about those around me; I was only enjoying the intense pleasure of the vibrating dildo.

Just before I was about to lose consciousness, I thought, there's another switch, another penis. I'll turn that up to the highest speed too; I want to achieve unprecedented bliss in front of everyone at school.

Finally, the dildo in my anus also began to twist rapidly, as if echoing the one in front. Just as I reached the blissful climax, the penis slid from between my legs and fell to the ground, my vaginal fluid spraying all over my feet. My classmate and the people around me were stunned. I was the first to recover; I immediately asked him to take me home.

I think everyone heard my joyful screams, but they probably didn't understand what happened. Since I was standing to the side, he was probably the only one who saw the fallen dildo! Maybe there were others, but who cares?

I sat on the back of his motorcycle, and he seemed unable to believe what he was seeing. My vagina was still plugged with a vibrating dildo, at medium speed. After what had just happened, the low-speed arousal was no longer enough. I was still savoring the memory of how I had used a vibrating dildo in front of everyone to reach unprecedented heights in both my vagina and anal sex.

With each bounce of the motorcycle, I reached orgasm again. I suppressed the surge of pleasure, maintaining my last shred of rationality as I asked him, "You'll keep this a secret, right?" He asked me meaninglessly, "How could you do that kind of thing at school?" It seemed the earlier experience had been too much for him; he couldn't accept that I would go to school with a vibrating dildo inside me!

Knowing about my promiscuous side actually excited me. I wanted to say some lewd things to him, to let him see me with the vibrating dildo inside me, constantly reaching orgasm.

"Let me tell you... right now I still have a big dick inside my vagina, vibrating non-stop, making my juices flow endlessly. The one you saw earlier was originally in my anus." As I said these words, I felt even more excited.

Seeing his bewildered expression, I reached forward and touched his penis; it was rock hard. I kept touching it, feeling waves of pleasure surging between my legs, the fullness of the vibrating dildo inside my vagina, and the hot penis in my hand. Before we got home, I felt him ejaculate on his pants. I also had multiple orgasms along the way, and I figured he wouldn't tell anyone.

Back home, with his penis still vibrating inside me, my libido continued to rise. Seeing that he wasn't satisfied either, we took off our clothes. I was left only in stockings, high heels, and the vibrating dildo. As soon as he saw the vibrating dildo inside me and me constantly leaking fluid, he became aroused again.

I took him to my balcony, and holding onto the railing, I let him penetrate me from behind. After what happened at school, I no longer cared about the mess of anal sex; the frenzied pleasure made me eager to try real anal sex.

I arched my hips high, letting him hold me with one hand and grab my breast with the other. Oh... I wonder if anyone in the distance is watching this? A mature woman's body, clad only in white stockings and high heels, being penetrated from behind on a balcony; while a thick vibrating dildo is inserted into her front—just thinking about it excites me immensely. What's more, being repeatedly thrust into from behind, with my own juices flowing freely from the vibrating dildo in front, is the one experiencing it all—it's incredibly pleasurable.

My arousal intensifies, and I can no longer restrain myself. Just as I was about to turn the vibrating dildo to its highest speed, turning myself into a mindless sex doll, he ejaculated, because the vibrations from the dildo in front were too much for him to bear.

How awful! I felt incredibly empty. I told him not to tell anyone that I went to school with a dildo inside me, and then I sent him home.

Thinking about how I felt at school today, that near-death pleasure, is something no man can give me. I think I'm hopelessly addicted, turned into someone who wants a dildo inserted every single day, every moment, vibrating both front and back simultaneously, trapped in a frenzied vibration hell.

Ahhh, I'm a sex slave to the vibrating dildo, I don't want to pull it out at all. Even now, as I write this, my holes are still dripping wet from the penis's ministrations. I feel like it's not me using the vibrating dildo, but rather it's playing with me, raping me, turning me into a mindless sex object that only knows how to vibrate inside me and leak vaginal fluid.

Mmm... The pleasure is uncontrollably increasing, my juices are flowing down my thighs, it wants to turn me into a lewd beast with a dildo

inserted again, it's manipulating my hand to press the high-speed switch. Oh... I can't resist, it's starting to vibrate intensely, I can't take it anymore, I really want to go to the street and let everyone see me being penetrated, to have others press the switch that turns me into a sex toy.

[The End]

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