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(MFf, ped, nc, rp, anal, inc, asian) *** PART 1 I am mainland Chinese girl, University educated, 33 years old, 157cm and 43 kgs. This is a true story of how a "good traditional girl" became a horny cock tease. Remember though, a cock tease doesn't have to do anything a slut does to still be slut. SO, maybe I am a non-practicing slut, better known as a cock tease. This story is true, but it is not written as an erotic piece, just a factual work on how this slut came to be a cock tease. And my name is not Joy, Joy is the sexual side of me, my real name is my good-girl side who I will keep secret from you. A "Traditional Girl" in China is usually a virgin until 20 years old or more, and she usually marries her first lover. If she is not married by 25, then the parents put a great deal of pressure on her to end the family's embarrassment, to marry and have a baby. At 33, my parents seem to have mostly given up, though they still hope I will marry by next year. As a cute little 5 year old, I was a very shy girl. A book worm and very studious and also small for my age – even now. Most close to my grandfather when he was alive, he was a kindly man and we spent much quality time together. My studious book worm nature kept me at the top of the school academically, and it also kept me away from most social groups with other kids. I mostly lived in books, my head in the clouds. My earliest memory of anything sexual was at this time, when I was five. It was very normal for kids to sit on adult's laps, and I was no different. I had done it many times and without any concerns or interference. This one day, I was upstairs alone in the attic/library with the radio on enjoying the view of the rose garden when my uncle's friend (they were both about 20 and very handsome men) came upstairs and sat with me for a while. As I often did, I sat on his lap but then without me understanding what was happening or why, he kissed me on the lips. This kiss continued, and I enjoyed the kiss, and so we continued. We kissed on and off for maybe 10 minutes and during this time he held me close, told me how much he liked me and I felt truly special because he was so handsome and that he liked me so much. He then went downstairs. I did not understand any of this, but I enjoyed it very much. A little while later, my uncle came upstairs and we did the same too. I sat on his lap, he held me close, and we kissed and kissed for about 10 minutes on the lips while he told me how special I am. This day was making me feel very wonderful. But each time, it ended before I wanted it too, as I was really enjoying the kissing, the compliments, and being held closely. I was not told to keep it secret, yet the idea of telling other members of the family never occurred to me. It just seemed natural to not say anything. A few days later, much the same thing happened again. I was alone upstairs, and my uncle's friend came up with me, I moved to sit on his lap and we started kissing again. I was wearing a knee-length dress, and while we were kissing, his hand moved up and down my leg. Over time, his hand moved higher and higher under my dress, and it felt wonderful. Very wonderful. He held me close, kissed me, told me how much he liked me and soon, his hand was rubbing up to my panties. He then pushed my legs open, and rubbed my pussy through my panties. I remember him stopping our kiss, licking his fingers, smiling, then putting his fingers inside my panties and rubbing the outside of my pussy. This was so wonderful. He was gentle, and his wet fingers slid easily over my pussy lips. I held my legs open for him to continue and I moved my pussy up and down on his fingers, and our kissing continued while he touched me. Every so often, he would break the kiss, lick his fingers some more, and then use them to rub my pussy again. I loved running my pussy on his wet fingers. Not sure how long this continued, maybe 20 minutes or so, but I loved it. He then kissed me one last time, and went down stairs. My mind was flooded with how exciting it was, and how special I felt. A little while later, my uncle came upstairs, and almost exactly the process was repeated. I did not hesitate to sit on his lap and we kissed almost immediately with him holding me close and saying sweet words to me. I was delighted when I felt his hand on my leg moving slowly up under me dress, and I was happy to open my legs for him when he pushed them open. I wanted his fingers inside my panties. What I only now find surprising is that my uncle also licked his fingers to put them inside my panties to rub my pussy. I say surprising because I had no way to know not all men lick their fingers first. Looking back, clearly this was no coincidence; they were talking about me and what they each were doing with me. So, my uncle stroked my pussy while holding me and kissing me and I could feel he was hard as I was sitting on his lap. Again, after maybe 20 minutes, he kissed me one last time and went down stairs. Maybe about one week later, the exact process happened again, starting with my uncle's friend and ending with my uncle. I was always willing, compliant, open to them, and I enjoyed every minute of it. This last time, I was more conscious of how hard they were as I sat on them and they played with me. But it never happened again that I remember, and it never went any further that I remember. But for many, many years I missed it very much. I missed being touched and kissed while being held. I missed feeling them hard in their pants while I sat on them. They never touched me again, but 1,000 times I dreamed about it. From this age onwards, for many years I found I enjoyed drawing. And I filled many drawing books with my pictures. Most of the pictures were about a man touching a woman's breasts or pussy. Other pictures I drew were about women exposing themselves to men. Looking back, it seems I was obsessed by the image of men touching women sexually, and of women showing their breasts and pussies. Any images or stories I saw on TV, in books etc of sexual things, especially of rape scenes always got me very excited. I loved to watch rape scenes very much. A bad girl in China is a slut. A loose girl available to most boys. A girl who does not marry, but instead becomes a bar girl or a whore. We had such a girl at our school, and we all kept away from her because of the talk she was a bad girl. But at about 11 or 12 years old we became classmates and I was curious about her, and so I got to know her. She was 2- 3 years older than me at about14 years old. I was always hearing stories about her, but I liked her. The stories always came out when she would run away, usually with a group of older boys or young men. Many times her parents had to find her and bring her back home, often from another town or city. Eventually her mother gave up, and the girl had a private room attached to a house. Anyway, we became friends and often walked home together from school. One day we had a fight, and I am not sure what about now, but she called me a bastard. I was shocked, but after I got home, I learned she was right. My parents married after conceiving me, so technically I was a bastard. Our fight did not last long, and we became friends again. My studies continued well at school, hers suffered because she had so many boys around her and was always running away with them for weeks at a time. When I was 12, my father was in a serious car crash, and was kept in hospital for a long time. I mother went to stay with him for 2 weeks, and so I lived alone with just the neighbors bring me 3 meals a day. The bad girl invited me to stay the night with her and we had a nice time talking before falling asleep. In the middle of the night, I was awoken my men holding my arms and legs. I was blindfolded and a rag was stuffed in my mouth. I couldn't see anything, but I could hear many men's voices and the bad girl yelling "fuck her, go on and fuck her…..she's not a virgin, her uncle fucked her years ago", and I was helpless to stop it. I was held down firmly; a man got on top of me and he fucked me roughly. I was 12, with a bald pussy, no breasts and being fucked hard by a stranger while held down by others. I remember the shock and the pain. I remember the sweat and the smell, their weight on top of me. The first one finished fucking me, and yelled, "Blood!" and another one said, "Shit, we will be caught!" but the bad girl said, "You wore a condom, there is no proof." Then they all took turns fucking me, I don't know how many there were, 4-5 I think. I don't know how many times each fucked me, I was in shock and in pain from their cocks inside me. Eventually they finished with me, and then the bad girl said, "I have hated you for many years! You are the best student in the school, and now I let you know you are just a bitch and a whore." She then asked the boys and men to give her some money, she told me one gave 2 yuan, one gave 5 yuan etc. I was being paid as a whore. After a long time everybody left the room and I unfastened the blindfold/mask and removed the gag. The reading lamp was on and everything in the room was tidy except some strange smells and some dirty money on the desk. My whole body was in pain, especially my pussy which was red and swollen. I dressed again in the top, panties and pants that were on the corner of the bed. I don't know how I got back home that night. The next few days were holidays, and the neighbor sent me my 3 meals every day. Sleep and bad dreams were a big problem that lasted a long time. Days later, mum came home, but she didn't notice too much. She was in such a hurry at that time as we were ready to move home to a new town, and she often went to hospital to take care of dad. And after few days I heard the bad girl disappeared again, this time no one found her. The rape by 4-5 men when I was 12 was very traumatic for me. My sexual fantasies stopped, my sleep was disturbed by bad dreams, my sexual drawings stopped too. And the new school was much more closed and controlled. Girls were not free to have boyfriends etc. It wasn't until the sports teacher at this new school when I was 15 that my sexual thoughts and fantasies begin again. I was hiding from sport in a nearby room and was laying down reading a book, when he found me. In a half joking way, he scolded me and smacked me on the bum, resting his hand on my bum for a few seconds. I panicked, got up and ran to do the sports. But that action was like a trigger that brought back all my sexual thoughts and fantasies. I couldn't get this teacher out of my mind, and I wanted him to take me, fuck and suck me and to make me his bitch. I dreamed that he lived on campus and that several nights a week I would sneak to his room for him to tie me up and use me any way he wanted. It never happened, and the word is he had another young student for his sexual needs, but I truly wished it was me. 1,000 times I dreamed it was me who was his sex toy. I didn't grow hair on my pussy until I was 18, I never grew very tall, and the tiny little breasts I have now didn't start to grow until I was 15. On the outside, I was the shy good girl always top of the class and with my head in books reading, but inside I was a steaming little slut who wanted to be called a slut and a bitch, wanted to be taken firmly and used for sex. At this time it was my teacher who I dreamed would use me this way. By 18, I was only just starting to grow hair on my pussy, and with my titties being so tiny, I really looked and acted many years younger. On the outside I was a shy little girl who could easily be mistaken for 13 or 14. It s very common in China for richer married men to have a secret girlfriend who they buy gifts for, pay money to support etc, in exchange for sex. These men usually find/recruit their girlfriends at school/university. From the age of 18, I got many, many such offers. By 18, I was quite the cock tease enjoying the attention, but always declining the offers to be a married man's girlfriend. One such married man really liked me, and we spent a lot of time together. And while we did spend the night together, it was only in our underwear with him holding me, no touching happened. He is still strong in my fantasies. My cock teasing had developed to the stage where I could date a man 10 times, and not once would he even get to hold my hand. I accepted many gifts from the many men. And I returned a lot of them too. I had a great time in University. Dancing was my thing, as was sometimes dressing up like a whore. My friends were shocked by how short my shorts were sometimes, and how short my skirts were too. At University balls, maybe I danced ballroom with about 200 men and boys. I know many/most wanted me sexually, but I gave into none of them. Sure over these years, about 10 of them became part of my sexual fantasies, but I never let anything ever happen, not even a kiss. I was the Mistress of Cock Tease, and I loved it. Dancing like a sex hungry slut on a table was always my favorite thing to do, and I remember my girlfriends telling me no man would ever marry me if he saw me dancing like that. Yet I knew it excited almost every man in the room. I knew that my very short skirts gave many men the opportunity to see my panties, and I never cared. My thinking is that it is not my problem if it excites them – I am wearing panties so I am still a good girl. After 6 months of knowing a boy at University, we became lovers. On and off, we were together for 7 years. I was never happy that he liked to wear women's underwear and that his family did not like me, he was never happy with my low interest in sex, and he resented my sexy dancing or dressing like a whore in public. He would only let me dress sexy at home, hated my dancing with other men, and he found my inability to orgasm very boring. I hated that after a few years, I found he was cheating on me with one of my friends. SO we broke up and got back together for maybe 20 times, until one day it was over and he married a large breasted woman who his family approved of. Technically, if we don't count the 4-5 men who raped me at 12, he was my first lover. But yes, I had had 5-6 cocks in me by this time. Because of Chinese culture that only good girls are worthy of marriage to a good man, I learned to be secretive of my sexual fantasies and past. And because I do not trust men, I let no man near me. Sure I would cock tease like crazy, but if any came too close, then I would run away and refuse to see them ever again. I have never orgasmed, I have never masturbated – both of which are common issues/problems in China. But I have been the wildest cock tease for a very long time now and many men have taking photos of me with their phones. And in my life, I have had many special men in my fantasies. One such man was my boss's boss, and I did many things to be near to him. After 2 years I left the company, but I could not get him out of my mind. So I phoned him, and he was happy to hear from me and he accepted when I asked him out to dinner. I remember I dressed like a whore, and I let him feel my legs under the dinner table during our meal. We met several times, and almost immediately he was talking about where we should buy an apartment, and he told people I was his wife. The first night we slept together, it was just kissing and holding but no sex. The second night – WOW. I am slim, short, and little in every way and he is strong and powerful as a man and a boss. But when he had his cock in me, not even my tight little girl's pussy could feel it. His cock was the tiniest thing I could imagine, and his sexual skill was NOTHING. We never called each other after that night, and that was 4 years ago. Other than sometimes dressing like a whore, dancing on tables, cock teasing men and flashing my panties with it, not much sexually happened with me until a year ago. Then out with a bunch of friends at Karaoke at a work function, I met a man and him and I sang the whole night and later we walked for hours talking. He charmed me for 3 months and I fell in love with him. I am not a big drinker, but I do remember one night having a few drinks and getting him into the toilet and sucking his cock. He did not come in my mouth as someone called for him. And I wanted to photograph his cock and my pussy, but he refused. Later that night he wanted to go to a hotel, but I refused. Another night, we were sitting in a car with maybe 6-7 people in it, and so I sat on his lap in the front passenger seat. With my arms in front covering his actions, I let him push his hand down the top of my shorts and into my panties where he fingered my pussy for a long time. I loved that very much. Maybe the driver knew what was happening, but no-one else did as we all laughed, joked and talked until the sun came up with his fingers in my pussy. There were 6-7 times we took a hotel room, and yes we had sex the one time, but it was not great sex. His cock is very long and skinny and it only ever hurt my pussy. Plus, his skill was very low. Then I found out he was married and we broke up over time. A few months later, out with friends at a Latin dance night, a man from Chile asked me to dance with him and it was amazing. We danced all night long and he walked me home. HE asked me out for dinner and dancing every night for the week he was in China on business. On his last night, he asked me to stay with him, and he wanted to fuck me, but it was my period and I could not let him. He was the very first man to make me feel like a woman with the dancing and his very charming ways and his kisses really excited me. Anyway, the short story is I sucked him off until he came in my mouth. Then 10 minutes later, I sucked him off again and then we slept. In the morning, I sucked him a third time – these being the first times a man has ever come in my mouth. His cock is not very long, but hugely thick and I don't think there is anyway it could fit in my tiny pussy. I cried the whole first week he went back to Chile. I cried even more when he later told me he was married, separated but married. And I got very angry when he tried to negotiate a financial arrangement to keep me for when he wanted to visit china on business. As part of some language exchange work I was doing a few months after him, I met an American man, and I really liked him. After 2 months, we became lovers. His kisses are not passionate and his sucking of my pussy was not that exciting or skilful. And when he fucked me, his cock was simply too large and it hurt my pussy. Lucky for me he came fairly quickly. On his last night in China, I wanted to spend the night with him, but said he couldn't because we could not fuck, that fucking hurt me. SO I sucked him off so that we could spend the last night together. We are just normal friends now. A few weeks later, I met an Australian man and he is driving me totally crazy. We got to know each other by email for a while, after he replied to a dating ad I placed on a website here. Then we moved to chatting online, and we became consumed with each other for at least 10 hours a day. Sure we sometimes talked about other things, but mostly it has been about sex, sex and sex. He has had about 77 lovers, and that excites me. He is 15 years older, and that excites me. He is a little fat, and that makes me feel safe. He loves I am short, have very little pussy hair, very small breasts. He loves I am a cock tease. He wanted to meet me, but I was too shy. Then I wanted to meet him for coffee, but he said no way – bring an overnight bag and stay for the night or don't come. Sex was not required, but all night hugs and cuddles in bed were. This was outrageous – I have never spent the night with a man on first meeting. WE had also talked about a medical condition I have where having a cock in me hurts, and that after the American's large cock in me only weeks before, I was unlikely to be able to have a cock in me for maybe even some months of treatment. He understood that, and said that is what oral sex is for. After another week, I came to him with an overnight bag. Almost like a slut, I came to him ready to spend the night and I didn't even tell him I was on my way – he got 15 minutes notice to meet me at the bus stop. At his apartment, we chatted on the balcony for 5 hours until I relaxed, was laughing loudly and we were telling stories to each other. He never made a move towards me, and so at about 1am in the morning, I suggested we go to bed. He showered first and got into bed, and waited while I did the same - coming to be bed in panties and one of his T shirts. I cuddled him with my head on his chest, and I moved so one of his legs was between mine with my pussy firmly wedged onto his leg. He gently rubbed my back, legs and arse through the clothing for about 15 minutes as I cuddled him. Then he said I was his prisoner, and I would not be allowed to leave the bed until I kissed him. So I kissed him and it became a very passionate kiss for a few minutes. I still can't believe it, but from this kiss I started to scramble to take my own panties off, and then oh my God, he licked his fingers and started stroking the outside of my pussy just like my uncle and his friend did all those years ago. It felt so good and brought back all those lovely memories of when I was 5 and I felt so appreciated and special all over again. He moved down to kiss my arse and while he rolled me over to suck my pussy, I ripped off the T shirt. He sucked (not licked) my pussy, almost like he was kissing my mouth passionately. A few minutes later I was so shocked when he pushed my legs up high in the air and stuck his tongue on my arsehole. I mean, he was licking and tonguing my arsehole! I had never heard of such a thing and I wriggled away in shock at that, and he returned to sucking my pussy. We had talked before meeting about how I wanted my pussy sucked and how much I craved for that. Chile was the only really sexy man I had known before this, but because of my period, Chile had never sucked me. Now I was in heaven getting everything I had dreamed about. And I cannot believe it; I was so excited that after about 15 minutes of this, I pleaded with him to lick my arsehole again. And Bang! Up in the air my legs were pushed and that tongue was exploring my arse all over again. My God! This kissing, licked finger rubbing my pussy, him sucking my pussy or licking my arse went on and on. After more than 2 hours, we decided we should rest and so we spooned for a minute or so. Then he started sucking my ear and kissing my neck, and this drove me totally crazy. Again we went at it, him kissing, licking, sucking and touching - always driving me crazy. Every 2 or so hours, we would try to get some sleep, but it was impossible. Because I cannot orgasm, my excitement builds and builds. And because I almost never touched him, nor could he fuck me - his excitement would only build and build too. At 10.30 the next morning, we gave up on sleep and got out of bed to start our working day. More than 9 hours of almost non-stop sex, yet we never orgasmed, never fucked and yet it was totally wonderful. Two days later I came to him again for the night, but this time we were in bed and going for it by 10pm. He sucked me like how I love it to be sucked; he used wet fingers to rub my pussy for the longest times, we kissed deeply and passionately for I don't know how long. And this time we fucked. From behind while spooning me, he gently rubbed his cock's head around the opening of my pussy, just massaging the opening and over time he just slowly entered a little bit. Then in and out just slightly, never thrusting deeply into me. It felt wonderful to have a cock in me while so wet and excited. Never with more than 2 inches, he fucked me and fucked me and fucked me. God if felt good, all the while him sucking my ears and kissing my neck and shoulders talking to me about how good it felt for him. Cocks have never felt good in me until this time. Always before they were violent, always in a hurry, entering me before I was ready, always coming too fast, always selfish cocks – until now. And he fucked me for hours. 3-4 hours his cock was in me for the 7 hours we had sex the second night. It was like he was massaging my pussy inside with his cock. And after the longest time, he had it fully inside my pussy with no pain for me at all. And at one stage, when I was well and truly ready for it, he held my neck firmly, wrapped his other arm around my chest tightly so I was powerless to move as we lay on our sides with him spooning me, and he fucked me very hard and very fast - the whole time calling me a cheap slut right next to my ear. And I so NEED to be called a slut, it excites me and drives me wild to be called a slut when I am being fucked. I love it. And yes, sometimes I love to be fucked hard like that, but never before has a cock felt so good in me. Always before it has hurt, this time I was ready, willing and filled with need for it hard and fast.. During all our times in bed, I have almost totally ignored touching him. 95% of the focus or more has been his attention to my body and my pleasure. I am very selfish that way. But I enjoy he loves my small body and that he can't seem to get enough of it. And I love that he is gentle and does not come quickly. His cock is longer than Chile's, but it is not too fat like Chile's cock is. And it is not too long like 2nd boyfriend and the American. I mean, I want Chile to fuck me if he comes back to china, he is one of my fantasy men, but I think his cock is too fat and I don't think it will fit in me. The American does not have the skill to excite me. Anyway, I have had 10-11 cocks in me (counting rape, and them coming in my mouth or pussy), but only 2 men have truly sexually aroused me - Chile and Australia. And whereas Chile wanted to own me, it is because of Australia that I have been encouraged to remember my life and to write this true account of my life. To be proud and happy I am a cock teaser, to enjoy the inner slut I am. The lessons are slow in coming for me; it has been a long time that I have been living with my secrets. My fantasies are not acceptable in China. And as much as I have shared with Australia, there is much he does not know. And our relationship is strained by the lies I have been caught telling him so far. It is because of him, that I am slowly opening myself to my true sexual nature because he accepts it from me. Actually, he wishes I was more a slut than a cock tease. And yes, he wishes I could orgasm and masturbate, but I doubt I ever will. I am a good girl. I guess I will always be selfish sexually. The only men who will get what they want from me will have to take it. A cock tease has no regard for who sees her panties, no interest in how excited men get. Sure I love to dress like a whore and dance like a slut on tables, but their excitement is their problem to deal with, not mine. Just the same, it is nice to be appreciated for my body, and to have it touched and pleased the way the Australian does. It feels good to be able to share my secrets. END I took some pics of my pussy yesterday if anyone wants them, Just email me at cocks2tease@yahoo.com *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 58