Speaking of innocence well …… actually have a little bit of heart vain, although my there has not been a man inserted (not even my fingers, because of the fear of pain ><), but in my mind, I have long fantasized about countless times to make love to the scene, classroom, movie theater, the field, the bus… …mmmm~ just thinking about it, my bottom is already wet …… People say that the more innocent a saintly woman is on the outside, the more of a flirtatious slut she is at heart.
I am only 150 centimeters tall, weigh 40 kilograms, and have a baby face, but my 34C breasts often make me an object of lust.
Not only do I get whistled at on the road, but I also get sexually harassed on the bus.
I didn’t dare make a sound out of fear of being found out, so I could only frown and clench my lower lip while doing my best to keep my hands off my skirt to keep the Rokugan claws at bay.
But in doing so, I actually got humiliating pleasure as well, and on several occasions, my blocks were only soft, fueling even more the conquest and heightened lust of the man behind me.
In fact, they do not know, in the seemingly forced and dazzling sobbing inside my heart, actually crazy thought: “nasty big wolf, quickly stick the rod into my pussy to stop the itching well ~” I think, I should be a M it.
>//////< As a horny techie virgin, masturbation and A-books are definitely a daily necessity.
I am a wet body, as long as the romance novels, “fuck you to death, fuck your little pussy,” will make my vagina involuntarily contract, lewd body fluids flow out.
After high school, I had my own room, as soon as I got home from school, I ran into my room, locked the door, and fiddled with the little beans that I had worked so hard to put up with all day.
Of course, the room was poorly soundproofed and I had to cover my mouth hard to keep from screaming.
This felt like being raped, and my body couldn’t help but get even more aroused.
I imagined myself pressed hard against the wall, my legs spread by the right foot of the man behind me squeezing in hard, my ass puckered high enough for the thick, calloused fingers of the man behind me to stroke my sensitive little peepers and two pussy lips back and forth from below.
My body was both comfortable and empty, in desperate need of something to fill me.
The combination of pleasure and unexplained emptiness stimulated me, causing me to whimper involuntarily while frantically writhing my thin willow-like waist.
The man’s fingers accelerated their friction just a little, and from time to time he picked at my sensitive clitoris, whispering softly in my ear, “Shhhh, do you want the whole world to know that I’m fucking you?” The magnetic sound of his voice stimulated me, and my already wet bottom produced more love juices that flowed down between my open legs.
The man didn’t miss any way to tease me, he blew a breath into my ear and lightly nibbled on my earlobe, understanding that it was one of my sensitive zones as he had long ago gotten to know my body.
Ahh~~ My legs have gone limp, and I can barely stand only by relying on his arms around me.
But the man wasn’t so kind, and the position was just convenient for his big hands to play with my snow-white breasts.
The 34C breasts were just big enough for him to hold in one hand, he said they were just the right size, and the breasts jiggled as he kneaded them, “Slutty enough for my liking.”
Just as I was getting carried away, the man suddenly let go of me and I collapsed to the ground, my flushed face and body looking very attractive.
Unfortunately, men are not gentle men who take pity on women.
Like a bully dominating my world, he ordered me to crawl over to the dressing mirror at the other end of the room, “Let’s show you how kinky you’ve been fucked by me.”
The man stood tall, towering over me, his fingers hooking my jaw, forcing me to stare at him, “You like it too, huh?” I had no way to retort, I just bit my lower lip and glanced helplessly to the side.
What to do? To climb, or not to climb? The reserve of being a woman and the wild instincts of her body kept pulling.
Finally, the desire to be treated to a radical treatment won out, and I steeled myself to crawl slowly forward with all the energy I could muster.
As I crawled, I felt the man’s wanton eyes locked on my breasts, waist, hips, and that mysterious zone, like he was raping me with both eyes.
Mmmmmm~~ I could feel my engorged little clit was getting to be too much.
I want him to come and fuck me~ I managed to crawl to the dressing mirror, and with my last strength I tilted my head up, only to realize how slutty I look now, even more so than those AV actresses.
I was still wearing my uniform blouse, which was half-faded, and most of my shapely shoulders were clearly visible.
The buttons were all ripped off as well, revealing a pair of restless tits, and only the straps of the pink underwear, loosened by the distortion, were still hanging from her hands.
At some point the panties were also pulled up the man’s thighs, holding me back.
The plaid gray skirt was still securely on, but the skirt was soaked from the lewd water.
My man’s favorite thing was to have me wearing a uniform blouse that had been altered to a smaller size, with my bra-less tits almost pushing the blouse out; no panties under the super short skirt, so he could easily poke underneath and enjoy the precious shyness anytime he wanted to, and then black mesh stockings and high heeled shoes.
He said that dressing like that would make his doppelganger harder, so hard that it would want to just fuck me.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The picture on the mirror looked even more lascivious, and I shamefully imagined myself to be a little bitch that owed to be fucked, wiggling my ass and begging for more love and mercy from my master.
“Mmmm~ Ahhh~~~ It’s coming!” The strong pumping of my fingers, combined with my earlier fantasies, made me climax easily, but fingers can’t compare to a warm rod after all! Wanting a man so badly.
—– Early the next morning, I woke up on the floor, aching and weak, my body and clothes smelling of dried up kink.
I had to rush into the bathroom to wash up and tidy up the room in the meantime.
It would be bad if my mom saw me >< It was hard to get busy, but I realized that I was about to miss the bus.
My house is in a suburb about an hour away from the school, and the bus only comes once every 30 minutes, so it would be a pain in the ass if I missed it.
I hurriedly changed into my uniform and rushed out the door, not caring that I hadn’t even eaten breakfast yet.
Luckily, the bus hadn’t left yet, but it was packed with people, and all of them seemed to be male.
All families in this neighborhood buy at least one car for easy commuting, so theoretically it’s unlikely that any commuters would be coming to the bus at this time.
I was debating whether or not to go up there, having fantasized about the bus nerd scenario going back and forth in my head in a thousand different ways, making me a little worried (and with a very small glimmer of anticipation ……).
The bus, which was about to leave, slowed to a stop, opened its doors, and a commuter got off.
With no time to think, I rushed to the bus.
All the boys flinched when they saw it was a woman getting on the bus and automatically made room so I could have a seat to stand.
The seats were all full, but at least there were hoops to grab.
I let out a small sigh of relief, calming my breathing, which had been disorganized by the rapid sprint.
“Yikes!” I exclaimed in surprise, and everyone around me turned their heads to see what was happening.
I blushed slightly and said, “I’m sorry.”
Crap, I just focused on changing my uniform but forgot to put on my underwear and panties …… can’t be found out …… And after last night’s fantasies, my body is still in a very sensitive state, the slightest touch will cause a reaction.
But the bus was so crowded that I had to avoid getting naked and worry about people touching my body, so it was hard to do both.
I pretended to be calm, one hand pulling the halter, the other hand protects the chest, the skirt part …… should be relatively safe, right …… inwardly comforted myself, but the bus suddenly a sharp brake, because of the law of inertia, everyone fell forward, and I also accidentally hit a tall man’s back. I accidentally bumped into the back of a tall man.
Maybe I was being too sensitive, but it seemed to become more crowded around me, with little room to move behind me, on either side of my body.
The squeezing from all sides was torture for my sensitive skin, and I was almost paralyzed, barely holding on by the hand that was pulling on the sling.
Wait, why does it feel like something is swimming back and forth? The base of the thighs, the waist, the back …… and even the inner thighs! Is it a hand? Whose hands are wantonly caressing me? The hand that was protecting my breasts hung down feebly, and almost immediately, I felt my breasts being violated as well.
But the body that had been stroked until it was limp had long been unable to resist.
So many big paws up and down on me, “mmmm~” a shy whine came from my little mouth, I was startled and hurriedly bit my lower lip.
How could I make such a shameful noise in front of strangers~ They must have realized that there was nothing underneath my uniform and silently categorized me as a slut! Large palms began to unobtrusively reach under my blouse and skirt, and one hand used its calloused fingers to gently pinch the tip of my right breast before pulling it upward with force; my left breast was even being kneaded with abandon.
And the tempting triangle was arbitrarily inserted and groped with fingers at will.
“Ah, don’t ……” my clitoris is very sensitive, I can’t help but play with him, and I begged in a loud voice, but the attack of the big palm is not decreasing but increasing.
“Mmm…mmm…ah…ah…mmm,” I finally couldn’t resist the men’s onslaught, and what was left of my reserve snapped as I allowed myself to let out a gasp of pleasure.
“Enough playing.”
An extremely magnetic low voice came out, like the one in the fantasy.
But I was too tired to open my eyes to identify who it really was.
As soon as I heard that sound, the big hands that were lingering on my body in the last second were all gone at the moment, leaving only the hands in my skirt still ravaging obliviously.
“Didn’t you hear what I said? You’re fired, get out of the car.”
“General manager …… this woman ……” The man seemed to be trying to defend himself, but he could no longer hear the unfinished words – The bus door slowly opened and he was thrown off.
“All right? Can you stand?” The owner of that voice asked this.
I slowly opened my eyes, “Is this…is this the XXX bus?” “No, you took the wrong one, the connecting bus to our office.”
The man smiled slightly, a gentle smile that instantly disarmed me.
He gentlemanly straightened my dress, took my right hand and wrapped it around his waist while his hand was steady on mine, and helped me walk to the last row of my seat.
Without waiting for the man’s order, a whole row of seats immediately gave up their places.
The man sat me at the far window and he sat next to my seat so I could lean against him.
“I’m sorry for subjecting you to that kind of treatment.
I was ahead of you at the time and didn’t realize it sooner.”
How dare he apologize to me when it’s clearly not his fault.
I was too tired to talk back and gave him a smile with misty eyes.
“You must be very tired.
Here, here’s the pill, take it so nothing happens.”
He pulled out a small white pill, and without question, I dutifully swallowed it.
Nor has it occurred to me that it’s not logical for a man to carry around birth control pills.
Knowing I was trying to sleep, he took me in his arms princess, my head resting on his left shoulder, “The bus seats are uncomfortable, you’ll sleep better this way.”
Surprised by his thoughtfulness, I wooed a few thanks and drifted off to sleep.
After a short while, it was like a fire was burning inside me, making me too hot and dry to sleep.
I opened my eyes slightly, only to realize that the man’s large, restless hand was under my skirt, stroking it.
I tried to scream out in alarm, but the sound I made was so faint that I couldn’t draw attention to myself.
“Your body is slutty enough, and the nectar is so sweet that it’s no wonder my subordinates, who are usually calm and self-controlled, have gone haywire.”
The man whispered obscenely in my ear.
No amount of touch could stimulate me as much as a word could, and I felt my body oozing an unending stream of juices.
Meanwhile my body was getting hotter and hotter, and I unconsciously pressed myself closer to his body so that it really seemed to lessen the discomfort.
“Isn’t that a lot of wanting, huh? For your information, the one you took is actually a pill that makes you happy.
It has to be a man’s rod to satisfy your body’s cravings.”
The man smiled weakly in the same way, but with a little more evil.
“You ……” Not letting me continue, the man bullied his way onto my lips, and the fingers that still remained in my pussy increased in force, attempting to use brute force to make me give in, but also cleverly realizing that such dominance instead turned me on even more.
“I didn’t realize you were so horny you didn’t even need that little pill.
In fact, you’ve been wanting your legs open for a man to fuck you every day” “Stop it …… mmm…ah…ah! Ouch!” Just when I wasn’t paying attention, the man’s rod thrust hard against my vagina, the sudden pain made me almost unable to bear it and straight away I asked him to get out.
“So you’re still-!” He whispered in suppressed surprise, but instead of continuing to push harder, he stopped his movements to give me enough time to get used to the rod inside me.
“Well …… it doesn’t seem to be…hurting anymore…,” I said softly in a broken voice, my reddened cheeks carrying a hint of embarrassment that was tantalizing.
The men strained, snapping and banging echoed throughout the car, but no one dared to turn their heads to check.
“You like being watched, don’t you.”
The men quickly grasped my preferences.
“I ……” I was told but embarrassed to admit it, so I lowered my head to avoid answering.
“So many people know what we’re doing.
Excited?” “Tell me what we’re doing, huh?” The man didn’t miss the verbal stimulation as he pumped.
“We’re…making…love.”
I was so ashamed of saying such obscene words that my ears turned red and my vagina involuntarily contracted.
“No, I’m doing it, you.
And you’re being, me, fucked.”
“Ah uh~~ stop it …… so shameful …… ah…ah…so comfortable ah!” I didn’t expect the plot that I only dared to fantasize in my mind to appear in reality.
All the verbal humiliation and guilt accompanied by the pleasure sent me to orgasm.
The man behind me then climaxed as well, shooting a full load of cum into my womb.
“You’re so beautiful~ It’s really superb.”
Again, the man’s praise sounded more like humiliation to me.
“Don’t think that’s the end of it, from now on, you’re my exclusive sex slave, got it?” The man spoke word for word, slowly but clearly into my ears.
“Ah yes, take the day off from school.
You have a lot to learn today.”
The man’s words with sexual innuendo hit me deeply.
What to do? Going to be a sex slave exclusive to men …… A little bit of anticipation it.