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The Making of a Cock Tease Named Joy - 2
by Joy CockTease (cocks2tease@yahoo.com)
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Part two of the true life of a young Chinese woman,
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 2
I am reminded that a slut does not have to do anything
slutty to still be a slut. I totally accept I am a cock
tease. I am still trying to understand if I am really a
slut.
The next words are about what I forgot to include in
part 1, and then follows more recent happens - like the
last few days.
Everything is totally true, no embellishments at all.
As said before, anyone who wants to see pics (without
my face) of my naked pussy, then just email me at
cocks2tease@yahoo.com.
I Forget Some of My Childhood Days for Part 1
Also at 5 years old, another little girl taught us how
to play with our pussies using a handkerchief. Around
this time, a little boy of the same age helped me.
Basically, I lay on my back and he rolled the
handkerchief into like a rope, and over my panties, he
dragged the rolled up hanky back and forth over my
pussy.
I really enjoyed the feeling of him doing that for me,
and so I let him rub me with it back and forth for a
long time until he got bored.
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.
When I was 8 or 9 years old, there was a 20 year old
man living on the 1st floor of the building where I
lived on the 4th floor. One day he saw my sexual
drawings and he was shocked by them being drawn by such
a young girl. Shocked but pleased I am guessing.
Later I went to his home because he invited me to see a
cute bird that he had, and so I went to see this bird.
He was wearing a T shirt and very small, tight white
shorts, and through these shorts I could see the shape
of his cock and much of his pubic hair.
We looked at the bird, and then we watched TV. After
about 10 minutes, he took me to his bedroom – the
sitting room is open for anyone to see during the day.
In his bedroom, I sat on a stool, and he sat behind me
on another stool.
He started to touch my arms and my hair while sitting
behind me, and then he started to touch me through my
thin cotton dress. I said nothing and I let him touch
me where he wanted to.
He then sat me on a desk, and rubbed my pussy through
my panties and he gently bit my nipples through my
dress and because I said nothing, he kept doing it.
He kept biting my nipples through my dress which was
getting very wet from his mouth and he was rubbing his
hard cock on my pussy through my panties. He was
getting very excited, and so was I getting hot and wet.
So I said nothing and let him do what he wanted to me.
He took off his T short and after a while, he took me
to his bed and with his arm under my dress, he explored
my body for a long time and put his hand inside my
panties to play with my arse. At first, he had me lay
on top of him and his hard cock while he touched me and
I played with the hair on his chest with my lips and
mouth.
He then rolled me over on my back and sucked my pussy
through my panties, bit my nipples more through my
dress and then he lay on top of and was rubbing his
hard cock on my pussy through our underwear.
At the point when he lay on top of me, and he was very
heavy on my little body, I loved it and found it very
exciting. I still remember the hair on his chest on my
lips and mouth. I wanted him to undress me; I wanted
him to touch me everywhere. I wanted him to suck my
bare pussy. I was very wet and excited.
It was all very exciting, and yet I said nothing – I
just let him do what he was doing. I was very scared,
but very excited too. I didn’t know anything about sex
or orgasms, but I knew it felt wonderful to be touched,
sucked and bitten in this way.
Eventually, my fears got the better of me after about
20 minutes in his bedroom and I ran away before he had
come. He was very hard and he didn’t want me to go, but
I ran away. I am sure he was scared I would tell
someone, but I was never going to tell anyone. All
together, I had let him touch me where ever he wanted
for about 30 minutes.
As I look back, it is clear to me that had I stayed he
was going to strip me naked and fuck me.
For a very long time after this, I had many dreams
about him undressing me, and I wanted him to rape me
and to use me for his sexy fun.
A man in our village got caught touching a young girl
once, and her mother cut the man’s finger off as
punishment. That man was shamed in front of everyone,
and could never get a good job for the rest of his
life. Anyway, this man who touched me soon got work far
away, and I never saw him again.
As for me, my life was full of sexual thoughts and
sexual drawings; excitement at all things sexual. I was
always passive, but willing if a man started to touch
me. I enjoyed the feelings very much, and I enjoyed the
special attention.
When I was 10, I remember one day riding my bike on a
very hot day. Because of the heat, I was wearing a knee
length dress made of very thin, cool material. And my
bike broke down, so I tried to fix it, but in the
process I got my dress dirty.
Across the road from the play ground was a factory, and
like all apartment buildings and factories in China,
there was a guard house for the gate keeper. There was
a middle aged man on duty, and he was tall and very
strong looking. And he was very kind to me to help me
fix my bike.
He then offered me some water to wash the dirt off my
dress. It was then that he touched me. Each time he was
pointing out some dirt on my dress as he touched my
body through my dress.
He touched my flat chest where my nipples are. And he
touched my pussy many times. With all this water now
poured onto my dress to clean it, he suggested we go to
his room near to the guard house where he had a fan to
blow it dry.
In his room, he suggested I lay on his bed to have a
rest, and so I did. While lying down, he started
touching me again through my dress on my nipples and on
my pussy. I was very scared but also very excited and I
remember I opened my legs a little bit to give him
better access to touch my pussy.
I wanted him to put his hand inside my panties and rub
my pussy. I wanted him to ask me to take my dress off.
But instead, I lay there quietly pretending nothing was
happening and I let him do what he wanted to my body.
For quite a few minutes, I lay there and he touched me
many times, always me letting him and with me saying
nothing. God it was so exciting!
He was very gentle with me, and ever so strong and
handsome. But after about 20 minutes I started to get
worried and decided I better go home. I never saw him
again. Many times I have wished I had gone to see him
again. He was a very nice man.
An Update of Recent Days.
MY day has been frantic with moving apartments. And the
whole time I have been driven crazy with thoughts about
what will happen next week including texts from the
Australian about it all.
I am due to meet the Australian on Saturday, and for
sure we will spend most of that time in bed talking
about him and me slutting me out. I cannot believe this
is happening to me. Yet I want it to happen to me too.
And it really is happening to me! Oh my God!
I was always such a good girl, on the outside at least.
Now my inner self has risen to the surface, and I want
it all. I want to tease men, I want to make them come.
I want the Australian and other men, but I don't want
him to want other women.
The Australian said he will be sitting me on a towel on
the sofa on Saturday while he shaves my pussy. I have
never been shaved before. In fact, my body has always
been that of a child, and I only started to grow hair
there when I was 18.
My titties are still tiny, and yes I will take some
nipples pics for you soon if you want them. The
Australian loves my nipples, and I love how he twists
them hard, but not too hard.
Hehe, actually, he has left many "love bites" (he calls
them) on me. Next to my pussy, on my arse, on my tits.
I asked him to do it because I wanted him to mark me as
his slut. But being a slut was only exciting in bedroom
talk. In public life I have always been a good girl -
well except for when I was not.
The thing is, being a slut was always just a game in my
mind, something I want to be called when having sex,
but now it is taking on a whole life of its own. The
Australian is very keen for me to suck off this Turk
next week, and I truly want to do it too.
I have known the Turk from online for about 5 months,
but we have never met. He comes to China every 2 months
and travels a lot for business, is married with a 1
year old baby. Has had sex with 7 Chinese women, and
often wanks online to any girl who will watch him. Many
times he was wanted to show me his cock, and many times
he has said he knows he will fuck me one day. I have
always said no way – I never have sex with married men
or just for sex.
But with my new sexual awakening, and the crazy
excitement I feel from the Australian and how he gets
excited about sharing me with other men – well, the
last few days have become more and more interesting.
When I have discussed the Turkish chats with the
Australian, I admitted that I wanted to meet the Turk
because I was curious – just for coffee, not sex. The
Australian was very cool with it, and at his prompting,
I said only a 1% chance of sex.
The thing is I don’t even really like the Turk. His sex
talk to me is not exciting; he is married but sleeps
around. He did show me a pic from last year having sex
with a girl, and I asked him for more but he said he
had none.
Anyway, with the encouragement of the Australian, the
chats with the Turk continued, and I became more
forward with him accepting his offer to show me his
cock on webcam. This happened two nights ago, both of
us on webcam and he pulled his HUGE cock from his
shorts and it was very hard. Then he opened his shorts
and spread his legs wide and started to wank.
I told him to show it all to me, and so he moved it to
each side a few times so that I could see it all, and
then he resumed wanking it. During this time, I was
copying the chat to the Australian, and updating him on
what I was seeing. I got horny from the moment I saw
the Turks cock, but I denied the excitement I was
feeling.
After 10 minutes of wanking, he came all into his other
hand, then abruptly said bye as he went to shower and
sleep. The Australian and I then chatted excitedly
about what I had just seen. The idea of meeting the
Turk the next week now had an extra dimension to it,
because the meeting would be with a man I had watched
wanking.
I told the Australian that yes, it would be interesting
to meet the Turk after having watched him, but still
only 1% chance of sex.
The next day, the Turk came online and he wanted to see
me on cam. I said no because my room mate was nearby,
but offered him my pussy pics which he loved very much.
After copying the chat to the Australian, he was very
excited because now meeting the Turk would be with each
of us having seen the other naked online – but I still
insisted only 1% chance of sex.
The Australian then explained to me that he knows who I
am, and that my words are always words of denial, that
in fact sex was more likely 50-50 IF the Turk was nice
and gentle during the meeting for coffee next week.
I thought about this, and yes he is right. So I replied
that YES, I would definitely meet the Turk, not wear
panties under my skirt, that sucking the Turk is 50-50
if he was nice to me, but that fucking him was unlikely
because he is simply too large for my pussy.
And he truly is far too big for my body. But I really
do want to suck his cock and make him come, and I
cannot explain it. All it would take is for the Turk to
be nice and gentle with me at the meeting over coffee,
and then I would go off with him for oral sex.
It kind of adds something to my excitement to suck off
a man I don't even like and have never met. It is not
that he is bad. For sure he is tall and strong and his
cock is HUGE. I simply don't like him (a married
cheat), yet I am excited about sucking him off.
All of my admissions about this drive the Australian
crazy with desire for it all to happen. And his
excitement drives me into a fever pitch too.
So both me and the Australian are very excited. He only
wants me to do what I want, but he is truly hoping I
suck off the Turk. I joked to him that he could sit on
the next table when I met the Turk, and he could see me
flirt and hear us.
The Australian jumped at the idea and said he had
always dreamed of being able to do that, and that he
would be hard as a rock waiting for me to come back
from whatever sex I have with the Turk. And that he
would rush me back to his place straight after having
sucked off the Turk so he could have his turn with me.
Wow YES please!
This whole thing excited us very much. We both wanted
him to sit on the next table and for him to wait for me
to suck off the Turk then back to his place to fuck.
The Australian wants me to have had 2 cocks in one day,
one straight after the other. Such a slutty thing to do
was getting to us both.
I explained the trick will be for the Turk to agree to
only oral sex, as if the Turk did fuck me, I would be
too sore for the Australia to have his turn. I
explained that maybe I could handle half the Turk's
cock, but even then because it is so thick that I would
be unable to fuck the Australian just afterwards. So we
had to hope the Turk would be happy with just a blow
job. And sucking me of course.
It is interesting that I had a webcam session with the
Turk first, even though I was clothed before I did with
the Australian. Actually, it was only that my roommate
was nearby that I stayed clothed as I did want to get
naked for him.
The Australian had never seen me on cam. He never even
knew I had a cam until reading the chat session I had
with the Turk. Anyway, I then had a cam session with
the Australian, and for him I stripped naked and played
with myself.
He typed fast and furious to me about what he was
seeing and feeling. I was too busy showing and touching
myself to read the Australians words then, but I read
them later. Definitely the Australian knows how to
excite me with words, and definitely I love to show my
naked body online to men.
In my mind I am thinking about how much I will enjoy
this with other men, and to the Turk next chance too.
And the Australian knows my mind when he says “the Turk
will love seeing” me do it. I yelled “YES! I am so
horny wanting to show the Turk me naked and playing
with myself”.
As for the Australian, he was now telling me that both
our desires were 100% for me sucking off the Turk to
happen and 90% chance it would really happen, all it
would take is the Turk to be nice when we meet for
coffee.
Later today, the Australian I are hoping the Turk comes
online so I can show him my naked body on webcam. As
The Australian has said, it is no longer 50-50 that I
will suck off the Turk when we meet next week - with me
showing him pics and later today hopefully showing him
me naked online.....well how could I not suck his cock
when we meet?
Crazy, crazy, crazy, I know. I am very scared to do it,
but I also really want to do it too.
The cock tease is rapidly turning into a complete slut.
But it is only with the support of the Australian.
Without him the need to be a slut would be real - but a
secret on my inside. With him, I feel double the
pleasure and desire, and I am out of control. I know I
am out of control. I know I am crazy with lust.
The Australian has pleaded with me to not do it for
him, to only do it for me. But he can relax about that,
I could never do anything unless I truly wanted too.
The main point being that I truly want too.
Shit Happens.
The Australian and I had been waiting for the Turk to
log on all day, hopefully when I am alone so I can get
naked for him on webcam. While waiting, I did another
naked webcam for the Australian and my excitement, my
NEED to show the Turk was cooking my sexual feelings to
white hot.
I got dressed again in case walked in on by room mates,
but was still on cam with the Australian as we waited
for the Turk, and I was also chatting with some other
guy. This other guy said he could not remember who I
was, and without thinking, I cancelled the cam with the
Australian and went cam to this guy to remind him who I
am.
The Australian was upset. He was very disappointed that
I never even told him what I was doing, that I just cut
him off or who I was chatting to, and to cam with some
other guy who could even remember who I was. What he
says is true. I never told him who I was chatting with,
I never even thought about the Australian when I cut
off the cam to show my face to another man.
The Australian was very unhappy, VERY. And we chatted
for a while about it, with the Australian concluding
that I was to forget him, that he wasn’t interested in
being just another man in a slut’s life – that he was
only interested in being the number one man in a slut’s
life.
He said it was clear to him I would disregard him at a
moments notice to be with/chat to any other guy. That I
am basically selfish and that I only show him my bad
manners and no consideration or thoughtfulness. He
wished me luck with the Turk, and I told him I will not
meet the Turk if he wasn’t in my life to share it with.
The Turk came online about 5 hours later wanting pics
or to cam with me. I said no, that I had changed my
mind about meeting him next week. The Turk got upset
and indignant, told me he would not waste any more time
with me, and that he was blocking me in QQ and MSN.
I copied this chat to the Australian, and text him that
if I cannot share other men with him, then I wasn’t
interested in other men.
His replies in text, Skype and email have been long,
clear and extensive about the rules of sharing me with
other men. That I am to be the Australian’s first
priority, that I must include him before, during and
after my every sexual online or real life sexual
adventure.
What should I do? I am very tired after moving house.
My business is not doing well. My partner is leaving
the business soon. I miss the excitement of sexual
adventures with the Australian.
Please let know what I should do. Any helpful advice
will be gratefully rewarded with pics of my pussy. This
real life situation is happening right now in my life.
Joy,
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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