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The Making of a Cock Tease Named Joy - 1
by Joy CockTease (cocks2tease@yahoo.com)
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Young Chinese women looks back how a good traditional
girl became such an open cock tease and a secret slut.
(MFf, ped, nc, rp, anal, inc, asian)
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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
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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.
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