My girlfriend Han Jing 01

(1) A female college student was gang-raped in front of her boyfriend, with all three orifices exposed. It was
June as usual, a weekend as usual, and a morning as usual.
I sat at my desk by the window. The early summer sun shone through the gaps in the blinds, casting dappled light that painted the room with lazy stripes. Outside the window, the morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the towering glass curtain walls shimmered with a hazy glow. Below, the streets and alleys, woven like a net, were bustling with traffic and crowds.
Today was not a workday
, but on sunny days like this, I always liked to sit here alone, watching the sun rise and the shadows of the city slowly shift. The glass separated me from the hustle and bustle, the myriad worldly affairs, leaving only the silent beauty.
My phone was on the desk to my left. I glanced at it from time to time, waiting for that familiar profile picture to pop up at the top of the screen, waiting for a message from her—usually at this time, she would send something. What would it be this time? Is it a cunt that's been fucked until it can't close, breasts that's been squeezed until they're oozing milk, or an anus that's completely turned inside out? Actually, anything is fine, anything is enough to get my blood pumping.
But I think what I really want to see is her smile.
When she answers my video call, she'll be smiling on the other end of the screen, a blush rising on her cheeks, her curved eyebrows sparkling with a seductive allure, just like during the days we spent together. She'll tell me about her life in a foreign country, about everything she's encountered during those days, and of course, how men enjoy her body, how they fill every tempting hole with their penises, how they play with her little by little until she's broken...
I know that every time she'll give me a new "surprise." The time before last was the first time a finger was inserted into her cervix, and the time before that was the new tattoo next to her cunt—on the outstretched wings of a butterfly, four small black characters are engraved: "Public Semen Toilet." She said she chose it herself, and she liked the name.
I said I liked it too—the name was indeed quite suitable for her
…
The whole story began a few years ago, before I graduated. Since I had no classes in my senior year, I didn't have much to do besides my graduation project. A relative of mine happened to be in the provincial capital and had just opened a restaurant. Business was pretty good, and I jokingly asked if he wanted to work there. He said yes, so… since I was free anyway, I actually worked there for a few months as a waiter and delivery driver. Back then, there weren't apps like Meituan Waimai; we just handed out flyers and cards everywhere and waited for people to call and order takeout. Because we mainly distributed cards in office buildings and commercial streets, the people calling to order were mostly office workers. After doing this for a while, I became familiar with the surrounding area for several miles. It was pretty much the same everywhere, and I didn't encounter any special situations.
But then one time, I think it was October, when it was still a bit warm, in the evening, I received a call saying I needed to deliver to a certain community, a few buildings, a dozen floors. I didn't think I'd ever delivered to this place before. I thought to myself, "There aren't many residential communities that order food. Maybe the regular customer went home and was too lazy to cook dinner?" But then I thought again, that didn't make sense, because this order had about ten meals. It didn't seem like food for home consumption.
Then the guy who answered the phone mysteriously told me that the caller was a beautiful woman, and that he'd give me this good job
. So I rode my electric scooter with a big box of boxed meals on the road. I took the wrong turn once before finally finding the place. It wasn't a very proper community; I guess it was some small-scale housing development. There were no security guards at the gate, and there were several buildings inside. I couldn't figure out which building it was, so I called the number they had listed. It took three tries before someone answered, and it really was a woman who spoke Mandarin. She probably wasn't a local, and her voice was quite pleasant. They told me it was in the second-to-last building, almost at the very back. This time, I found it without much trouble. There was a security gate downstairs, but the door was blocked by a brick. I just carried my suitcase upstairs. When I got to the sixth floor, I knocked on the door, and the moment it opened, I was completely shocked…
The door was only half open, and a girl peeked out. She looked to be around 20 years old, with shoulder-length short hair. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but she was pretty and had a pleasant appearance. But the key thing was what she was wearing! She was wearing a very loose black shirt, and it was very thin, almost transparent! That was all she was wearing, and she wasn't wearing a bra! Everything I should and shouldn't have seen was clearly visible. Her breasts weren't large, but they were round and firm, and her nipples looked particularly big, pushing the shirt up quite a bit.
I instantly started to get an erection, thankfully my pants were tight enough to prevent it from pushing up too much, but it was still uncomfortable. I must have looked really awkward, and she definitely noticed. She even smiled at me and asked how much it cost. I said 160, and she opened her wallet to give me the money. She was covering her crotch with one hand, so it was impossible to hide it while she was taking out her wallet, but she didn't seem to care. She casually stood there taking out the bills one by one.
Actually, I didn't dare look closely; I just glanced down quickly. She was definitely not wearing underwear; I could see a small dark patch through her clothes, but I wasn't sure if it was pubic hair or just a shadow. But I remember her two long, white legs sticking out from under her clothes very clearly. She was quite tall, probably around 1.7 meters, with straight, long legs. As a student at the time, I hadn't seen much of the world, and I felt those were the most beautiful legs I'd ever seen.
I wanted to talk to her more, but I didn't know what to say. Finally, I blurted out, "Did you buy all this by yourself?" She said, "No, I'm not alone. My house is being renovated." My mind went completely blank. I quickly said "Oh," took the money, and ran off.
But after I got down the stairs, I realized something was wrong! Dressed like that while your house is being renovated? Are you kidding me? How can the workers work properly? But since they ordered so many services, there must be someone in the house. At the time, I didn't understand anything about BDSM, exhibitionism, or shameful play, but I could vaguely guess what was going on—if there really were men in the house, and more than one, that would be crazy... Such a young girl with a good figure, who looked so quiet and gentle, was actually willing to let people do this to her... Once I thought about it, my mind was filled with the image of her long legs being hoisted onto someone's shoulders and being vigorously penetrated. My little brother was hard all the way back, and when I got back to my dorm that night, I was still fantasizing and masturbating in bed before I was satisfied.
That's how it ended; it was an unexpected encounter. If I told others, they probably wouldn't believe me, but that thin black veil and the erect nipples under it often lingered in my mind. This incident was quite a shock to my naive mind at the time. After all, it was the first time I had encountered a scenario I thought only happened in adult films, and I had a feeling that reality was more exciting than fiction. But later, I was busy with my internship and thesis defense, and I stopped working as a delivery driver, so I gradually forgot about it.
But the following year, near graduation, I went to visit a high school classmate at another university in the same city. I took the bus back in the afternoon. At the second stop after I got on the bus, a few more people got on. I was looking down at my phone and didn't notice until they were right in front of me. But in that instant, a girl suddenly looked familiar to me, but I couldn't remember where I had seen her before. She was dressed in very ordinary student clothes, wearing a white t-shirt and a skirt, and carrying a small backpack, but she was tall and thin and quite eye-catching.
There were no seats left at the front of the bus, so I subconsciously turned to the side, and she kindly squeezed over and sat in the seat inside me, smiled at me, and said thank you. But when she smiled, she looked even more familiar, yet I didn't dare ask. Sitting there, my eyes kept drifting towards her. Her t-shirt was tight, completely outlining her chest, especially noticeable from the side, and I could even see her cleavage through the neckline, making me want to look more and more. Embarrassingly, she kept glancing this way too, and our eyes met several times, making me incredibly embarrassed. I quickly looked away, not knowing if she noticed.
We sat like this for several stops when she suddenly nudged me lightly with her arm. I turned my head, and she leaned closer, whispering, "Do you recognize me?" I quickly said yes, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen her before. She just stared at me intently for a few seconds, then suddenly pointed at me and said, "I know! Aren't you that handsome delivery guy?!"
I remembered! Now I remembered everything. The figure in the transparent blouse showing off her long, white legs in my memory finally overlapped with the smiling girl in front of me. But it would have been better if I hadn't remembered. Now that I did, I felt incredibly awkward and didn't know what to say. She, on the other hand, was quite generous. She asked me first, "Aren't you delivering food today?" I said that was a part-time job, and I've stopped doing it now. I study at the Hebei University of Technology. She laughed shyly and said, "No wonder. You don't look like someone who works part-time. Are you here to hang out?" I said, "An old classmate of mine works at the University of Finance and Economics. He invited me over to play basketball." She said, "Really? I'm at the University of Finance and Economics too!"
I was taken aback and said, "So you're still studying." She said, "What's wrong? Don't I look like one?" I quickly said, "No, no, it's just that last time I saw you, you weren't at school, so I thought you were already working." She burst out laughing, covered her mouth, and whispered, "Just because you do part-time work doesn't mean I can't do part-time work too!"
Her words immediately triggered another inappropriate thought in my mind. The image of her naked, pinned down by a man flashed before my eyes, and my face flushed red. She must have noticed my reaction; I even suspected she was deliberately teasing me, because she looked at me with a happy smile. Honestly, she looked even more beautiful when she smiled than when she didn't; her eyes and eyebrows curved in a charming way, a blend of gentleness and playfulness. However, she quickly smoothed things over, changing the subject and saying we were quite destined to meet. I replied, "Yeah, I feel like I should buy a lottery ticket; I'm sure I'll win 5 million." We chatted for the rest of the way
, and after a while, she said she had to get off. I mustered my courage and said, "Since we're so destined, let's exchange phone numbers so we can keep in touch." She said, "Okay, let's add each other on QQ," gave me her number, and then got off the bus, waving goodbye with a smile before she left. Every expression and movement of hers seemed to carry a subtle sweetness, so fresh and natural. Honestly, just looking at her, I couldn't believe she was the kind of girl who would do such things. But the more I thought about how such an innocent-looking girl might be secretly working as a prostitute, the more exciting it became. It's so late now, and she's coming out of school alone. Maybe she really has been asked out? Perhaps soon, some strange man will rip off her white t-shirt, fondling her full breasts, kissing her thin lips, and inserting his penis into her body… or maybe more than one… Now, I can't hold back anymore.
Around 10 PM, I sent her a message to say hello, and she replied with a silly smiley face shortly after. I asked if she was asleep, and she said no, but almost. I asked if she was back at school? She said no, she was outside… I guessed I was right, she might be in bed with some guy right now, so I didn't ask any more questions. We chatted for a few minutes and then said goodnight. Then she sent a kissing emoji at the end! Ugh, that made me even more uneasy.
The next afternoon, she started talking to me first. She was more talkative than me, always asking questions, and I felt a bit lost. Maybe it's because our mindsets are different. Even though I was being tactful and never brought it up, I couldn't help but think about it, and the whole atmosphere of the conversation changed. But she never seemed to mind, always seeming lively and happy. Honestly, she's the first girl who's ever been so proactive in starting conversations with me. My two previous girlfriends were the type who relied on me to find topics; if I ran out of things to say, they'd get angry. But
gradually, maybe because we got to know each other better, I relaxed more, and we started to click more and more. Once we started talking, it never stopped. I don't know why, but talking to her was always so comfortable. Maybe it's because she never got angry. She never blamed me for anything I said and always responded enthusiastically to everything I said. She was easily amused by me and could make me laugh too… In short, she made me feel relaxed.
She told me her name was Han Jing, and she majored in International Trade, a year below me. She wasn't a local; she was from a city in another province. She said she liked the violin, sports, poetry, rain, autumn, and traveling. Of course, I think what she liked most was being complimented, especially about her looks; she always had this vain expression. But she seemed reluctant to talk about her family. Whenever that came up, she would change the subject. After a while, I started trying to ask her out, and she readily agreed. Eventually, we met almost every week. We ate many meals together, and every time I treated her, she would insist on treating me in return. We watched movies together, ran, played ball, and rode bikes together on the ancient city wall to watch the sunset. She really loved to laugh, and her laughter was so genuine and infectious. Gradually, I found that when I was with her, I couldn't remember that first meeting. It was as if the scene of our first meeting was just a dream, and the current one was the real her. It
wasn't until my roommates said, "You got a new girlfriend and you're not treating us!" that it suddenly dawned on me—were we boyfriend and girlfriend? It seemed like neither of us had ever confessed our feelings, or even had any particularly intimate contact, but we just naturally got together, as if we'd known each other for years.
Later, I graduated, left school, and rented an apartment. Luckily, my job was still in the provincial capital, so I could move all my old dorm stuff over. A while later, one weekend I was alone in my apartment when I suddenly received a call from her. She said she was almost downstairs! This sudden attack caught me completely off guard. I had only told her the address before; she had never been there before. There wasn't time to pack, so I had to bite the bullet and go downstairs to meet her. Sure enough, she came in, looked around, and said, "Are all men like this?" Living alone felt like being in a refugee camp.
I blushed and hadn't even had a chance to speak when she started tidying up. I could only quickly join in. After cleaning the room, she even moved all the clothes piled up by my bed to wash them. She insisted on hand-washing a few items, but I said I could do it myself. She said it was okay, what's wrong with helping me wash them? You've helped me a lot before. I had no choice but to sit on a small stool next to her and watch her wash. Maybe it was because men's clothes are heavier when wet, but she seemed a bit clumsy, splashing water everywhere and getting her clothes wet. That day she was wearing a light yellow shirt, soaked with water and sweat, clinging to her body. Because she was bending over while washing clothes, a glimpse through the neckline revealed a rather alluring view. She looked up and noticed me staring at her. She paused for a second, then quickly covered her neckline with her hand, glaring at me and saying, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman before?" I said, "If you don't like me looking, then I won't look." She said if I didn't want to look, I should cover my eyes. I said okay, and then she actually took a towel and tried to blindfold me. I had no choice but to let her do as she pleased
. When she wrapped the towel around my eyes, her body was right in front of me, and I could even vaguely feel the warmth of her body. A faint fragrance wafted into my nostrils. At that moment, I really had an impulse to just grab her waist and hug her, but my hands wouldn't move. It wasn't because I was a coward, but as if I didn't want to break that pure feeling.
But what I didn't expect was that it was the last minute of our innocent relationship.
In the darkness, I could hear her wringing out her clothes, emptying the water from the basin, her wet slippers stepping across the floor towards the balcony, and then coming back. But then, her voice seemed to fall silent. About a minute later, her soft voice came again,
"Okay, now you can look."
I pulled off the towel, turned around, and there she was, standing there, hands on her hips, smiling at me.
The buttons of her shirt were undone, and through the gap, her bra was nowhere to be seen, only her white chest and flat stomach remained. The damp fabric clung to the rounded contours of her breasts, two dark nipples standing erect through the fabric.
"If you like looking, I'll let you look your fill, okay?" She tilted her head, a conqueror's pride on her face. I froze for a second, then pounced on her, pinning her against the wall, grasping her breasts, kneading her nipples, and starting to kiss her frantically.
She clung to me tightly, breathing heavily, but her voice still held a hint of laughter: "I thought...you really...were that honest..."
"If you can still hold back like this, that's not honesty, that's eunuchhood, okay?" I hugged her, caressing her, our two sweaty, thirsty bodies pressed together, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
I kissed her cheeks, her neck, her chest, until I put that swollen, purplish-black nipple in my mouth. For a moment, her body trembled, followed by a soft, delicate gasp. My hand slid down her spine, slipping into the seam of her skirt…
but in the end, it was her own hand that unbuckled her belt… first hers, then mine… I picked her up and carried her to the sofa. Her body was light and soft, effortless.
She was so wet and hot inside, and with each thrust, I could clearly feel the raised clitoris and the writhing folds.
As I began to thrust, she moaned, arching her body and clutching my hips, as if afraid I would pull out.
“Shoot inside me… shoot inside my… cunt…” she breathed urgently in my ear. From then on, we had no more restraint or subtlety; every time we met, we would make love wildly. She became increasingly uninhibited, often dressing provocatively to see me, sometimes even going shopping without a bra. Her nipples were naturally large and very prominent; when people stared at her on the street, she would cling tightly to my arm, making me incredibly embarrassed. She would just giggle at my awkward expression. But
despite the embarrassment, I was secretly a little excited. As soon as we got home, I'd eagerly undress her. By then, she was usually soaking wet, her nipples hard the whole time. I'd grab her nipples and call her a slut while we were having sex. She'd say, "Yeah, I am slutty." I'd say, "Do you really want to show off your tits?" She'd say, "I also want to show off my pussy." I'd get a little angry and say, "Damn it, why don't you just not wear anything then?" She'd reply, "Okay, I'll go out with you without clothes on, okay?" I was at my wit's end with her.
But actually, we didn't spend much time together. Only once or twice a week, and sometimes she'd say she had something to do that evening and leave after dinner. At other times, her presence was limited to the flashing messages on my phone, and sometimes she wouldn't reply for a long time, especially at night. I couldn't help but wonder what she was doing during those empty hours—was she letting other men enjoy her firm breasts and tight vagina, was she as horny as she was with me, or even more so… It was a strange feeling; I felt uncomfortable, but my body couldn't help but get excited. Especially when I thought about the possibility that she might be with more than one man at the same time, I always wondered what she would be like in those situations. But I always tacitly refrained from asking—perhaps enjoying the beautiful time we spent together was enough.
But in the end, what broke this tacit understanding was that black dress;
I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional on her part. That afternoon, I went to her place. As I gently knocked on the door, it creaked open a crack, revealing her thin black blouse that obscured her braless curves and those alluring black nipples—in that instant, I stood there, my soul transported back to that evening a year ago, to that innocent, dreamlike encounter…
When we were doing it, I said, "Remember? The first time I met you, you were wearing something like this too." She laughed and said, "Yeah, I remember. Did it scare you back then?" I said, "A little. It was my first time having such luck with a woman, and I wasn't used to it." She said, "Are you used to it now?" I said, "I'm used to fucking you now." She chuckled and said, "You mean you're getting tired of it?" I said, "How could I? Your pussy is so horny and feels so good, I never get tired of it." She pinched me and said, "Damn, I didn't realize you were such a pervert back then."
I said, "I didn't realize you were so horny back then either." She said, "No, I think I was pretty horny back then too." I said, "Oh, you're right… You weren't home alone that day, were you?" She gave a soft "hmm." I said, "There are other men here, right?" She hummed again. I said, "They're not here to do renovations, are they?" She hugged me without answering, just whimpering through gritted teeth, while pressing her buttocks against my penis even harder. I could feel her body trembling violently, and her vagina was contracting.
I was worried she was angry, but seeing her reaction, she seemed excited. I pinched her nipples hard and asked, "Tell me! What are you here for?" "Hmm?" She buried her face in my shoulder, waited a few seconds, and whispered, "Well... it's what you think..." I said, "No, I want you to tell me yourself." She pursed her lips, her face flushed, but she was incredibly wet down there. She said, "You're so naughty! I never thought you could be this naughty..." I said, "Isn't it true that women love bad boys?" Her body trembled again, then she suddenly reached out and cupped my face, bringing her mouth close and kissing me passionately, then asked, "Do you really want to hear it?" I said, "Yes, I want to hear you tell me how slutty you are." She said, "But I'm afraid you'll feel bad if I tell you." I said I promised I wouldn't.
She moaned, flipped over and straddled me, swallowing my penis completely into her vagina. Her buttocks rubbed against me, and her deep cervix rubbed against the head of my penis. Her vaginal fluid seeped out from the crevice between her vaginal flesh and my penis. I was kneading her breasts with one hand and fiddling with her clitoris with the other. She was trembling and panting, her words broken and fragmented, but what she said was far more shocking than I had ever imagined—she said there were eight men there that day, and they had already been having sex with her all afternoon before I arrived. They insisted she dress like that to open the door; when she opened the door, her vagina was still filled with their semen, not just her vagina, but also her mouth and anus.
And after they were done, they made her wear that thin shirt, no bra, and take a car to a designated hotel, where five other men were waiting for her. They played with her until the early hours of the morning before taking her home.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head, and my penis was rock hard. I said, "Damn, you really dare to do this! You're risking your life for money!" She paused, saying, "What? Risking your life for money?" But she immediately realized what I meant and laughed, "You think I'm really doing this part-time? I was just kidding. I don't need the money." I said, "Then why are you still doing this?" She tilted her head back, looking nonchalant, and said, "Because I like it. I like being a public toilet, I like being gang-raped, I like being filled to the brim with dicks." As she spoke, she gripped my glans tightly with her vagina and moved rapidly. Finally, I couldn't hold back and she made me ejaculate.
Afterwards, she lay softly on my chest as usual and said, "Okay, now you know everything. Do you think I'm dirty?" I said, "No, I just think you're amazing." She laughed again and said, "Don't you think I'm particularly slutty?" I said, "Of course! I've never seen such a slutty woman." She said, "Do you like me being slutty?" I pulled her face close and kissed her hard, saying, "Yes, I love you so much, you slut!" Her face suddenly turned red, and she turned her head away, saying, "I don't believe you. Maybe you won't want me anymore by tomorrow."
After a few seconds, she suddenly turned her head back and said, "If you don't want me anymore, that's okay. I promise I won't bother you. Anyway, a slut like me should be used and then thrown away." Suddenly she laughed again, saying, "But you'd better remember my little cunt, okay? It's made you feel good so many times. Even though a lot of people have used it, everyone who's used it says it's great." I flipped her over and pinned her down, reaching out to touch her slit, saying, "Yeah, with such a hot cunt like yours, how could I bear to throw it away? I'll fuck it at least a few hundred more times!"
She wasn't going to back down either, reaching over and grabbing my penis, stroking it back and forth, saying, "Not only is your cunt hot, but your asshole is horny too. Want to try it?" Damn, how could I resist? My penis, which had just ejaculated, was hard again. Seeing I was hard, she lay down, spread her legs, and smeared her anus with the semen-mixed vaginal fluid from her cunt, then forcefully spread her anus open. I guided my penis in slowly, and surprisingly, it went in without much effort. As I thrust, I cursed, "How many people have fucked this rotten asshole of yours?" Even though it was already so loose,
I didn't expect her to glare at me, purse her lips, and suddenly exert all her strength. Her anal muscles gripped my penis tightly, making it almost impossible to pull out. She asked if I still felt loose. I said no, it was really tight, tighter than her cunt. She said, "Of course! How can I be a slut if I get loose so easily?" Because I had already ejaculated once before, this time I kept going until I was almost exhausted before I finally came. I alternated between her two holes, and finally ejaculated inside her ass.
From then on, she was completely open with me, and we didn't shy away from talking about her being gang-raped. The more I called her a slut, a whore, a rotten bitch, the more excited she became. Sometimes I would call her at night, and she might not have answered before, but now she would answer directly and let me hear her moaning. While moaning, she would say, "Your little slut is being gang-raped, your asshole and pussy are both filled with dicks, their dicks are so big, your pussy is almost fucked to pieces..." In the end, even her mouth was stuffed with dicks, and all that could be heard was whimpering... The next time we met, I would ask her to talk about how she was being fucked while we were having sex. As she talked, she would get very wet, and my dick would get really hard, it felt so good.
After doing this many times, finally one time, after we finished and were lying in bed, she hugged me and whispered, "Are you really not bothered by how slutty I am?" I said, "Why should I mind? It's my good fortune to have met such a top-quality slut like you." She said, "Then, do you get angry when you see other people fucking me?" I said, "No way! With a body like yours and a pussy that feels so good, it'd be a waste not to let a few more people have a taste." She laughed and said, "Actually, that's what I think too. Sluts are born to be fucked, so I feel a real sense of accomplishment in making men feel good with my body."
Suddenly, she lowered her voice, put her mouth close to my ear, and said, "So, do you want to watch me get gang-raped? Tell me the truth!" I said, "Yes, I think you look especially beautiful when you're horny. I want to see just how beautiful you are." She said, "Okay, then I'll invite you next time." But after saying that, she pouted as if she regretted it and said, "But you'll definitely feel sorry for me when you see it, because some of them fuck me very roughly." I said, "Then I have to watch over you even more, otherwise what if something happens?" She laughed again and said, "I know you're the best, but I know my limits, you can't do anything reckless." I said, "Okay, I'll listen to you, okay?"
But then she seemed to forget about it, and for a while we continued to get along as before. Then, a little over a month later, she came to my place for a day on a Saturday. Towards evening, she said, "I have a date tonight, so I can't keep you company." I said, "I know, you're just asking for it, aren't you?"
She laughed and said, "Haha, how come you know me so well now?" I asked, "How many people are coming this time?" She said, "I don't know yet, maybe seven or eight," and then, as she spoke, she wrapped her arms around my neck affectionately, saying, "Don't worry, your little cunt is very resilient, I guarantee it'll still be just as tight when it comes back." I said, "I'm quite sure about that, but I'm worried you might run into bad guys." She said, "No, there will be people to keep things in order..." Halfway through her sentence, she suddenly stopped and looked at me, saying, "Why don't you come with me?" I said, "Sure, let's see how slutty and cheap you are when you're being fucked." She punched me hard, frowned, and said, "You pervert, you're getting more and more perverted!"
But the next second, she smiled again, rested her chin on her hand, and looked at me, saying, "So, should I go wearing underwear or not?" I told her to stop wearing it, "What are you pretending to be innocent for, you slut? I know you like nipples showing." She jumped off me and said, "Okay, whatever you say," while unhooking her bra and pulling it out from under her clothes. She was wearing a black lace short-sleeved top with a tank top underneath. I said, "Take off the tank top too." She widened her eyes and said, "That's not just showing nipples, it's practically exposing them!"
I said, "So what if they're exposed? Your breasts are so pretty, why are you afraid of people seeing them?" She pretended to be reluctant as she took them off, but her nipples were already hard. After she finished, she looked at me provocatively and lifted her short skirt, saying, "You don't want me to take off my panties, do you?" I said, "No need. Your lace is so sheer, it's sexier wearing it than not wearing anything."
So, we got ready and went out. To be honest, although she had gone out with me without a bra many times before, this was the first time she had worn such a see-through lace top. I used to feel a little awkward, but now I'm used to it. Having such a beautiful woman dressed like this with me makes me feel quite proud when others look at us.
We didn't go far, though; we hailed a taxi and headed to our destination. After driving about ten kilometers, nearing the outskirts of the city, we stopped at a six-story shopping mall. She led me upstairs; there was a KTV on the third floor. The decor was a bit old, but it looked quite lively. After entering, she greeted a man, who then led us to a locked private room at the back. He casually slapped her breasts and said, "Not bad, getting more and more slutty." It
seemed they knew each other well, and this wasn't her first time there. The man was probably the owner or manager; he'd definitely slept with her before. He didn't ask me anything, probably assuming I was just there for fun. He offered me a cigarette and asked if I wanted one. I said no, and he left, leaving Han Jing and me inside. I was sitting on the sofa when she straddled me, hugged me, pressed her breasts against my chest, and looked dazed. She said, "Are you really going to watch other men fuck me?" I said, "I'm already here, why are you asking?" She said, "I'm your girlfriend! You'd be willing to let others gang rape me in front of you?"
I said, "I can't help it. Who told me I fell for a slut like you? Anyway, you're going to get gang-raped whether I watch or not, so I might as well enjoy your slutty look." She laughed and said, "Hehe, that makes sense," while reaching over to touch my genitals. She said, "How about I let you fuck me for the first time?" I was both angry and amused, and said, "You're really good to me, aren't you?" I reached under her skirt and touched her panties; damn, they were soaking wet. She'd probably been so excited from being stared at while wearing such see-through clothes the whole way.
She unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, lifted her skirt, pulled her panties aside, and slowly sat on me, sucking the whole thing inside. She started moving up and down, panting softly, her vagina making a gurgling sound. Just then, the door opened. We turned and saw three men enter. The leader snapped his fingers at us, saying, "So you're already doing it? You didn't even wait for us." Han Jing laughed, got off me, and walked over to them, acting coquettishly, saying, "You know I'm this horny? I can't resist a penis."
The man casually put his arm around her waist, leaned down to kiss her, and she obediently closed her eyes and opened her mouth, letting him stick his tongue in. While he was French kissing her, he squeezed her breasts through the lace, pinching and kneading her nipples with two fingers, squeezing them until they were thin. I saw Han Jing's whole body trembling, I didn't know if it was from pain or what, her brows were furrowed, but her arms were tightly wrapped around him, her little mouth was passionately sucking on the man's lips. Finally, the man temporarily let go of her, turned to the other two who had followed him in and said, "See? This slut is so cheap, she can be played with however she wants without any problem."
After saying that, he waved his hand, and Han Jing came back and sat down next to me. I leaned close to her ear and asked her if it hurt.
She whispered that it hurt, but that she would be very sensitive after the pain. I tried to reach out and touch her nipple, and as soon as I touched it, she trembled slightly. It felt harder and larger than usual, like it had been swollen. It seemed that the more she was abused, the more horny she became.
The man who was leading the group went to adjust the sound system and lights, and turned on the TV. The other two couldn't wait to sit next to Han Jing. Since I was already sitting on the left, the two of them were a little embarrassed, so one of them could only sit next to Han Jing, and the other sat a little further away. Han Jing winked at me, as if asking for my opinion. I guessed what she meant, so I patted her butt. She laughed and stood up, sitting between the two of them.
Now they were happy. Four hands reached over and groped her up and down. At first, they touched her through her clothes, but after a few times they couldn't help but put their hands inside her clothes to touch her. While rubbing, they praised her, saying, "You slut, your breasts are so soft." Another one said, "Why are your nipples so big? Have you been played with too much?" Han Jing frowned and groaned as they touched her, her body involuntarily twisting and turning. She even wrapped her arms around their necks and offered them kisses, one on the left and one on the right. Her legs also spread open in a habitual manner.
The two men understood her intentions, lifting her skirt and starting to touch her genitals together, saying things like, "Damn, this cunt is so wet. I've never seen a woman so wet."
She gasped and said intermittently, "Of course... ah... not wet enough... how can I take it... so many of you..." They pulled her thin lace aside, completely exposing her hairless vulva. One of them spread her labia and directly inserted his fingers into her pink flower, while the other actually took out his phone and started taking pictures. The leader reminded her not to take pictures of her face, but to take pictures of other parts as she could, as they would check when she left. Then he didn't care anymore.
The guy got even more excited, one hand playing with her breasts and vulva, the other holding a phone and snapping photos indiscriminately, both near and far. Han Jing not only didn't shy away, but spread her legs even wider, deliberately posing in a lewd manner, cupping her breasts or spreading her vulva, to get them to take pictures
. The two of them were almost unable to hold back and started unbuckling their belts. Just then, the door opened again, and five more people came in! Including the manager-like man from before, they exchanged greetings. He called the man who had led the group who came in earlier "Brother Biao," and Brother Biao called him "General Manager Xu." It seemed they had each brought a group of people. Han Jing also got up to greet them, bowing and saying, "Welcome! Please take care of us later!" She then deliberately puffed out her chest. General Manager Xu asked the others, "How is it? Isn't the girl I found hot?" Their eyes lit up, saying, "Hot, hot! How much does such a beautiful girl cost?"
General Manager Xu said, "You'll have to ask the girl herself." Han Jing laughed and asked, "So how much do you think I'm worth per night?"
One said at least a thousand, another said, "That's ridiculous, I've been to places that cost a thousand and they were nowhere near as good, and they only offered one-on-one service." Han Jing stood there laughing. Finally, they asked, "So how much do you think I am?" She said, "It's free." They were taken aback. She repeated, "Really, it's free! Mr. Xu calls me 'public toilet,' of course public toilets don't charge money!"
At this moment, Brother Biao was already standing in the middle of the private room, holding a microphone and saying, "Welcome everyone to tonight's party, thank you Mr. Xu for providing this wonderful place." Then he beckoned to Han Jing, and she obediently walked over. Brother Biao said, "Lie down," and she bent over and lay on the coffee table, her butt sticking out directly in front of us. Her short skirt couldn't cover it, and her white buttocks and the cleft in the middle were all exposed. Brother Biao said, "Let's see how sexy you are!"
She propped herself up with one hand, and with the other, she reached behind her buttocks and used two fingers to forcefully spread her vulva apart, even tearing open the clitoris. The light shone directly on her buttocks, making the pink flesh of her vulva clearly visible, glistening wetly. The clitoral hood was turned outwards, like a flower. Her clitoris, having been touched for so long, was hard and bulging from under the hood, a bright red like an agate bead.
A group of people clicked their tongues in amazement, some even clapping. But Brother Biao shook his head, saying it wasn't sexy enough, it needed to be even sexier. She thought for a moment, then smiled and inserted two fingers into her vulva, probing inside while using her thumb to manipulate the clitoris. In no time, her hands were covered in glistening fluid, and she began to moan ecstatically. "How about this...?"
Brother Biao nodded in satisfaction, then held the microphone in front of her and began to ask, "What's your name, you slut?"
"Han Jing... Han from Korea... Jing from quiet." She had only said it softly, but it was amplified many times by the speakers
. "How old?"
"Twenty...eleven."
"What do you do?"
"Study...student..." Her fingers moved faster and faster, and her voice became more and more urgent.
"Which school?"
"Finance...Finance College...senior..."
"What are you doing with your hands right now?"
"...Inserting my...cunt." As soon as she said the word "cunt," the private room erupted in a commotion. "How many people have fucked your cunt?"
"I...I can't remember..."
"Can't remember? Ha. A thousand or so?"
"No...no...that many..." She shook her head dazedly, but her hands didn't stop. The vaginal fluid was being scooped out, making her entire vulva wet.
"No?" Brother Biao grabbed her nipple through her clothes and twisted it hard, causing her upper body to arch in pain. "You've been gang-raped three times this month, ten men each time, right? At least three hundred a year. When did you start getting gang-raped?"
"High...high school..." She winced in pain.
"How many years?"
"Six...six years..."
Her answer shocked me. Although I already knew how wild she was, I never imagined she'd been doing this so long ago...she must have only been fifteen or sixteen then, becoming a tool for men to gang rape and vent their lust...That scene flashed through my mind, making me feel heartbroken yet irresistibly excited. "That's still not a thousand?"
"Back then... I wasn't this horny... Ah..." Brother Biao's hands were still pulling hard, stretching her breasts into long spindle shapes. Tears were about to fall, but she was still arguing defiantly: "Besides... it wasn't... that many people were changed every time... If you count the people... there definitely weren't that many..."
Brother Biao let go, and her body relaxed and lay down again, but she was still trembling. "Hehe! You think it's less than a thousand people? What about sex?"
"Sex? Definitely more than a thousand..." She pouted, her face flushed.
"Open your pussy wider! Let everyone see what a rotten pussy that's been fucked over a thousand times looks like!" Brother Biao looked up and swept his head around. "Let me tell you, this slut never wants anyone to wear a condom, it's all internal ejaculation, she's had abortions so many times." He patted Han Jing's face. "Am I right? Slut."
"Mmm... that's right... I'm everyone's... shared rotten pussy..." She nodded dazedly, reaching her other hand behind her, inserting both fingers into her wet, fleshy hole, pulling hard to the sides, tearing open a bright red opening more than an inch wide, the translucent flesh inside contracting enticingly under the direct light. "But now... I have an IUD... I won't get pregnant... I can ejaculate however I want... ah..."
"Do you know how you'll be fucked today?"
"I...I don't know...anyway...any way you want..." Her voice trembled with excitement: "Fuck my cunt...fuck my...asshole...fuck my mouth...shoot inside me...fill every hole...full..."
"Did you hear what this slut said?" Brother Biao clapped his hands: "Let's get going, fuck her however you want, don't be afraid of breaking her, this slut is incredibly resilient."
The men couldn't wait any longer, they pulled down their pants and threw them aside, crowding around, their hot cocks standing tall. Brother Biao's was probably the biggest, probably seventeen or eighteen centimeters when erect, the purplish-red glans like a duck egg. There was also a crew-cut guy with a tattoo on his left arm, his thing was also very big, and what was scary was that there was a ring of uneven bumps behind the glans! Later I learned that was called a bead!
The other guys' cocks were all quite big too, probably specially selected. Brother Biao held his penis to Han Jing's lips. She obediently opened her mouth, her delicate lips enveloping the large glans, sucking earnestly. Her tongue circled, licking every nook and cranny of the glans, slowly swallowing as she did so. But the size was simply too large; in the end, she could only swallow two-thirds of it, with a portion still sticking out of her mouth.
Brother Biao seemed somewhat dissatisfied, grabbing her hair and shoving it forward violently. Before she could react, his entire penis was shoved in, probably all the way down her throat. Her throat convulsed violently, trying to scream but unable to. Her brows furrowed, and tears streamed down her face. But Brother Biao showed no mercy, gripping her hair, pulling it up and shoving it down again and again. Her throat... She let out muffled whimpers, her pained eyes looking pitiful, but when the other two men each shoved a penis into her hands, she still obediently grasped them, vigorously stroking them while raising her fair, round buttocks high—although there were no fingers inside to support her, her vaginal opening wasn't completely closed, the irregular little opening glistening with vaginal fluid, slightly opening and closing as if calling out thirstily—
at this moment, my darling Jing'er abandoned all her self-respect and shame, kneeling like a dog among the men, as if she were merely a toy, a toy born to please men, a sex toy willing to use any part of her body, any method, to satisfy any penis…
Finally, the enormous glans pressed against her slightly parted vulva, forcing her swollen, dark labia minora apart. Lubricated by her vaginal fluids, it slowly pushed open her delicate clitoris, stretching it into a thin ring of flesh. She gasped, her body momentarily frozen, trembling slightly, as if savoring the sensation of her body being gradually filled
until the glans finally broke through the tight confines of her vulva and plunged deep inside her. Only then did she jerk violently, as if electrocuted. The half-foot-long penis was completely inside her vagina, pushing her lower body inwards quite a bit. It must have reached her cervix, otherwise she wouldn't have reacted so strongly—her cervix is usually quite shallow; I can feel it with my finger, but it's also easy to push it in. She also really enjoys stimulation of her cervix; every time we're on top, she rubs her hard cervix against my glans. Sometimes I can really feel her cervix opening a little, like a small mouth sucking on my glans, and sometimes even some fluid flows out. That's the most pleasurable thing about her vagina… But now, savoring the wonderful sensation deep inside her vagina… The one who was ravaging her wasn't me, but that complete stranger, a man who was gripping her buttocks with his large hands, relentlessly pounding into her body again and again. Each time his wrist-thick member plunged all the way in, her body would involuntarily spasm violently. As he slowly withdrew, her entire vulva would bulge, even pulling out a ring of the pink flesh tightly wrapped around his penis.
At the same time, her mouth and hands were diligently servicing three other foul-smelling penises. Her heavy breasts, beneath the sheer lace, were being roughly kneaded, her swollen, engorged nipples becoming increasingly erect under the constant manipulation of fingers. The man, while fucking her, exclaimed, "This cunt is still so tight! It doesn't look like it's been fucked so many times!" And Brother Biao, enjoying her sucking, said, "That's why they say this slut is so resilient!" Today you fucked her so hard her mouth was agape like she'd just given birth, and in a couple of days she'll be as tight as a virgin again. There are plenty of sluts who like being gang-raped, but not many are as exquisite as this!
Although I'd guessed it before, and perhaps fantasized about it many times, and although I knew this scenario had happened countless times, the feeling of actually watching my precious girlfriend kneel like a bitch, willingly opening her body to be violated by other men, was truly indescribable… Moreover, I knew that soon, every single man in this room would be enjoying her like this, enjoying her wet, slippery cunt, and her asshole and mouth, which I myself hadn't even tasted many times… And as I listened and witnessed all of this, my penis grew increasingly hard and hot, like iron…
Finally, Brother Biao ejaculated for the first time in her throat, then pulled out his penis with satisfaction. Her relieved little mouth, filled with thick white semen, swallowed it with difficulty, while she turned her head, searching for something through the gaps between the men with a dazed look. When our eyes finally met, I saw a shy yet expectant expression rise on her flushed face…
I took off my clothes, stood up, and walked towards her.
“Help me… take a picture.” She smiled playfully: “I approve… of you taking a picture of my face… I’ve never seen… myself being gang-raped… with my face showing.”
She turned her head, obediently opening her small mouth, still smeared with semen, to receive the insertion of another penis. I turned on my phone’s camera and began recording her delicate face. Pang's smiling little mouth was slowly penetrated by that ugly, massive, veiny thing. The recording captured her breasts being kneaded and deformed like water bags, her vagina almost torn apart during the final, frenzied thrusts, and her delicate anus swelling with excitement from the thrusting…
Finally, I zoomed out, capturing the entire frenzied scene. On the screen, that slender 21-year-old body was surrounded by eight burly men, their eyes filled with ecstasy as they diligently satisfied each of the penises thrusting towards her. I suddenly felt that this scene was actually beautiful, a beauty unrestrained, a beauty of the most primal desires…
With a deep roar, the man behind her thrust his penis all the way in one last time, pouring his hot semen deep into her vagina, lingering for a few seconds before pulling out. Her vagina, now unsupported, naturally contracted, but after being penetrated by such a thick penis for so long, it seemed unable to close completely. From the still-open opening, about two fingers wide, thick white foam of vaginal fluid and semen gushed out with the contractions of her vaginal muscles. I leaned in and took several close-up photos, recording this most lewd scene. But just then, another guy next to me, who was about to take his turn, politely waved me off, saying, "Brother, you go first!"
Clearly, he thought I wanted to continue penetrating her vagina. I paused for a moment, but then I suddenly understood something. I gently put my phone aside, took a step forward, grasped my already erect penis, and with my other hand supporting her full, round buttocks, I thrust hard into that fleshy hole that I knew so well, yet was flowing with other men's semen... The large penis of the man in front didn't seem to have really loosened it up inside. She rhythmically contracted her vaginal cavity, allowing my penis to fully enjoy her gentle sucking and the friction of her clitoris. It was a familiar feeling, but now, it seemed to have a different flavor—
tonight, her cunt wasn't my exclusive secret garden, but a semen toilet that anyone could play with at will... Yet I felt that she looked more beautiful and more moving than usual... She seemed to possess an indescribable charm, a charm that would bewitch men... As I thrust in and out, I bent down slightly and leaned over her back, hugging her from behind with both hands, in her favorite position, grasping her breasts, which were just the right size for one hand, and playing with her swollen nipples that had just been ravaged by many men's hands. She trembled with excitement, her throat, occupied by two penises in turn, constantly emitting incoherent moans and gasps.
Overwhelmed by the unprecedented intensity of the stimulation, I couldn't hold on for long. As I slowly withdrew from her body and handed her over to the other waiting man, I knew clearly that my last vestige of fantasy had been shattered. I finally accepted the truth: my girlfriend, my Han Jing, that obedient girl everyone couldn't help but praise, was actually a human public toilet, more despicable and wanton than a prostitute, constantly yearning to be filled with semen… But I discovered that I loved her just the way she was, loved the intoxicated and earnest way she used her body to please every man, loved her sweet tongue licking other men's urethra, loved her tender vagina being filled by one penis after another… Because that was her most real, most devoted, and most beautiful side…
They began to change positions, lifting her light body from the coffee table and transferring her to the sofa. The most burly man supported her, letting her sit on his lap. She guided his erect penis with her hand, carefully aligned it with her genitals, and slowly sat down... And this time, the penis didn't enter her already gaping vagina, but rather the tightly clenched light brown bud behind it.
Finally, her third hole, that shameful place that wasn't originally designed for sex, was opened, invaded, and filled by another man's penis right in front of me... And it was all at her own request... She tilted her head back, closed her eyes slightly, and let her body slowly sink down. The process was still a bit difficult due to the sticky fluid flowing from her vagina, but she tried her best to adapt, stretching every inch of her anal muscles and rectum until the huge thing gradually disappeared completely into her anus. Then, she propped herself up again, squeezed the penis out a bit like she was defecating, and sat down again. This time it was obviously faster than before.
After repeating this a few times, she seemed to have completely adapted and began to move her body up and down quickly, just like the woman-on-top position when she usually made love with me. The penis rubbed against the tender anal wall, making it become more and more crimson. The penis that was pulled out was covered with a shiny, slippery layer of intestinal fluid that had seeped from her anus. She gasped for breath, thrusting her lower body forward, and asked proudly, "My asshole... feels good... is it hot enough...?" The man beneath her kneaded her breasts, responding with admiration, "It feels good... incredibly tight... even better than your cunt..."
She smiled faintly, leaning back against the man, spreading her legs wider into the most lewd M shape, revealing everything between her legs, and softly murmured in a moaning voice, "Come on... this slut wants the other holes... too..."
"This slut wants to have all three holes open at once," the men chuckled. Clearly, they wouldn't refuse such a seductive invitation. One of them had already stood on the sofa, turned her head, and taken his penis into her mouth, thrusting it deep into her throat. Two others joined in, making her hold their hot penises in her slender hands.
Finally, the tattooed, crew-cut man grinned maliciously as he stood before her, proudly displaying his terrifyingly large, beaded member, as thick as her arm. Her body froze, trembling slightly. Her eyes showed a hint of fear, but even more so, excitement and anticipation. Her loose, open vagina, dripping with white fluid, pulsated wantonly until his enormous glans pressed against her, relentlessly thrusting inside.
As the thickest part of his glans squeezed past her opening, her pink flesh was stretched into an almost transparent, thin ring. Her body twisted uncomfortably, trying to alleviate the tearing pain slightly. And when it finally succeeded in penetrating deep into her flesh, filling her thirsty space, the protruding beads scraped against her sensitive flesh walls, the stimulation making her whole body spasm like being electrocuted.
Two thick penises sandwiched the thin membrane between her vagina and anus, surging eagerly inside her body, stretching her hairless, fair lower body to a scale that ordinary women could hardly reach, completely submerging her in the waves of pleasure from all her sensitive points being stimulated simultaneously—and I was filming all of this, filming my proud, beautiful girlfriend, the entire process of having all three holes opened for other men, filming the wonderful scene of her sweaty body sandwiched between men like a sandwich, simultaneously serving five penises...
More than two hours later, when everyone had already ejaculated inside Han Jing's body more than once, and she herself had orgasmed at least ten times, they Finally, he pulled his penis all the way out so he could take pictures of her disheveled body. Under the lights, her fair skin was covered with semen stains and red marks from being pinched, especially her firm breasts, which were completely rubbed red. The swollen areolas bulged like small cones, making those two tempting grapes even more conspicuous. Besides her vagina, her nipples were the place the men "cared for" the most. They had been pinching, squeezing, and even biting them with their teeth almost constantly. After more than an hour, the small grapes had swollen into dates, bulging and shiny. A light flick would make her whole body tremble. As for her genitals, which were the main course, it was even more unbearable to look at. After being relentlessly thrust into by a penis that was far above average for so long, her vagina and anus could no longer close completely. They were open with a gap more than an inch wide, gushing out white fluid. She was already incontinent, her urethra slightly open, urine dripping continuously. The irregular little labia around her vulva were swollen like pearls, turned inside out by the fucking, blooming like flowers. Her anus looked even more horrifying; the anal muscles were completely loosened, the bright red walls bulging out like a goose egg, with semen still dripping from the small opening in the center. I was worried it might never go back down,
but she didn't seem to care at all. She covered her eyes with her hands, grinning and striking various lewd poses for them to film, but only half her face was covered. Her pretty nose and semen-filled mouth were still clearly visible. Maybe that was the effect she wanted.
After filming for a while, Mr. Xu asked with a smile, "Slut, can you keep getting fucked?" "?" She hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at me with a weak smile: "Do you... still want me to keep getting fucked?"
At that moment, a sudden impulse made me lean close to her ear and say things I couldn't believe myself:
"I want... I want to see your swollen breasts played with again... I want to see your ruined cunt played with again... I want to see... just how slutty you can be..."
Her chest heaved, as if she couldn't contain her excitement. Suddenly, she reached out and wrapped her arms around my neck, brought her lips to my mouth, and kissed me hard. Then she turned around, tilting her head playfully, and smiled at the man she called President Xu: "I knew there was a special treat, it must be really perverted, right?"
The man laughed too: "I knew it, you slut
, you won't get tired of this so easily." He put his clothes back on, walked closer to her mysteriously, and clipped two shiny little clips onto her swollen nipples, making them into a thin layer. She winced in pain, but didn't resist at all. She just gritted her teeth and watched as he threaded a red ribbon through the clips, tied them together, and pulled hard, causing her breasts to sway back and forth. Finally, he took out a red marker and wrote four striking characters on her chest: "
Free ejaculation, no pregnancy." Another line, slightly smaller, was written below her abdomen, with an arrow pointing to her vulva: "Welcome to ejaculate, no pregnancy."
Mr. Xu put the marker away with satisfaction, pulled the other end of the ribbon, and like leading livestock, dragged her to her feet, towards the entrance of
the 10 PM city. The nightlife was just beginning; the guests' songs drifted through the doors, merging into a noisy torrent in the dimly lit corridor.
He knocked on the door of the next private room, peeked inside, and then led Han Jing inside. Amidst the astonished and excited gazes of the men in the room, she smiled sweetly, thrusting out her bare breasts, adorned with clips and ribbons. The four red characters "Free ejaculation" shone brightly under the light. "Need special services? Special offer today!"
...
...
When she groggily woke up on the sofa, it was nine o'clock the next morning. I drew back the curtains, and sunlight streamed in, casting straight beams of light that etched crisscrossing shadows into the mottled walls.
I remembered that last night, she went into three private rooms, staying in each for over an hour. I didn't know what happened inside, but when she finally dragged her weak steps back to the first room, collapsing onto me like a piece of paper, there was a large microphone stuffed in both her vagina and anus, and half a toothpick stuck in one of her nipples… And she wouldn't let me pull them out, just held me tightly, pried open my lips with her tongue, kissing me passionately, and then slowly fell asleep on top of me…
In other words, those things were still inside her. When she realized this, a blush of embarrassment spread across her face.
It took us quite a bit of effort to get them all out. The heads of those two microphones were as big as fists; pulling them out was like giving birth. She kept telling me to be gentle, she simply didn't know how I had managed to put them in. The toothpick being pulled out caused her to tremble with pain. Blood gushed from the hole for a long time afterward, which pained me greatly. She, however, recovered much faster than me, acting as if nothing had happened in no time. She laughed and asked if I'd been scared by her last night. I said a little, but I'd realized I'd fallen in love with her like that. She pouted and said she didn't believe me. I said it was true, she was so beautiful in that state.
She gently pushed me away and said she'd known I wasn't a good person. But then she laughed again and said, "So, do you still want to watch? Watching your girlfriend get gang-raped, they said next time they want me to try having two dicks in one hole, do you think I can handle that?" I pinched her labia hard and said, "Look at your own rotten cunt, I reckon I could fit two dicks in it now." She said, "Okay, it's settled then. You'll watch me become more and more slutty, watch me get ruined by others, and see if you don't feel heartbroken later.
How slutty can I be?" She said it was even sexier than I could ever imagine, and I had to record it. I said okay, no problem, I'll be your personal photographer. She said, "Hehe, you're so considerate. It's a pity I didn't meet you sooner; no one has recorded my past experiences." But she scratched her head and said, "How about this? I see you're quite good at writing! I'll tell you about my past, and you can write it down for me, okay?" I said, "Okay, that's how it is." The story of Han Jing in the public toilet begins with my pen.
[To be continued]
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