Humiliating girlfriend! 11. Source of Excitement (Adult Stories about Rape and Sadism)

I wrote about the incidents of humiliating my girlfriend one after another. I was of course very excited during the writing process. Sometimes I couldn't help masturbating in the middle of writing. With this feeling of excitement and the encouragement of netizens, I wrote more and more. But there is a question (also raised by netizens): Why is it so exciting to think about or see your girlfriend being abused by others? When did I start to have this mentality? Actually, I am not quite sure myself. When I think about it carefully, it may have started like this... After my girlfriend and I had been in love for a year, we began to have physical intimacy. She gave me her precious virginity. After we made love in bed, she hugged me and said, "Fei, we can never be separated in the future." I looked at such a beautiful girlfriend who was willing to devote herself to me. It was really what I wanted. How could I think of breaking up? Of course I vowed to love her all my life. (Hehe, I think all boys know that you have to say this before taking your girlfriend's virginity. How things will develop in the future is another matter.) The price of our close relationship is that we cannot hide things from each other, so when we were talking on a quiet path on campus, I confessed to her: When I was in middle school, I had a female classmate I had a crush on. She was my desk mate and always cared about me. I thought she liked me, and I liked her too, but later I found out that she already had a boyfriend. I was very sad and cried for two days and didn't go back to school. Later, the teacher called and said that if I didn't go back to school, she would come to visit my home. I was so scared that I immediately went back to school the next day and continued to sit at the same desk with that female classmate. My girlfriend laughed so hard that she was shaking with laughter. She said her first crush was a junior high school teacher.

Just like that, I confessed to her that I had three girlfriends with whom I had a "movie watching" relationship in high school, one girlfriend with whom I had a "hand holding" relationship, and another girlfriend with whom I had developed a "hugging" relationship. My girlfriend said that she had never had a formal boyfriend before, and there were many people pursuing her, but her father thought she was still very young and did not allow her to have a boyfriend. He told her to have a boyfriend after she graduated from college. I was a lucky person because her uncle knew my father and told her father that this "young man" was very well-behaved and nice, so I became her first boyfriend. It turns out that I am her first boyfriend, which means she is the "original and genuine product" and has never been touched by anyone else! I have an inexplicable sense of superiority in my heart. When I hold her hand, I think: Well, I am the first man to hold her hand. When you kiss her, she will say: You are the first person to kiss me! My girlfriend is right. If you tell her about your past honestly and have nothing to hide, you will feel cheerful. After two weeks, I noticed that my girlfriend was always a little unhappy when she went shopping with me. "Why are you unhappy?" I asked her. She shook her head, but I could still tell that she was unhappy. "Are you angry that I had five girlfriends before?" I asked her again, and she said, "No, don't ask me." Then she walked away. I can only follow her and have no idea what troubles she has recently. Maybe I offended her in some way? We had only known each other for more than a year at that time, and I really liked her. I could let go of my previous girlfriends, but if I lost Shaoxia as my girlfriend, I would definitely regret it for the rest of my life!

So I walked back to her and held her hand. She didn't seem angry with me, so she didn't push me away. She just leaned against me gently and continued walking silently. "You like first times so much. If I don't give you some of my first times, will you leave me?" My girlfriend suddenly said to me in a wronged tone. Her watery eyes were really filled with tears at this time, but they didn't fall. I hurriedly said, "No, I will definitely marry you as long as you are willing to marry me." My girlfriend said, "I have something hidden from you...you can't be angry with me if I tell you." I nodded, but she still felt it was not enough, and she wanted to hook her little finger to make it count. It turned out that she hired a tutor when she was in middle school, a college boy with a very easy-going personality. After tutoring, she would sometimes act coquettishly towards him, and sometimes she would deliberately hit him or pinch his arm. The tutor would pretend to chase her and beat her, but she would run into the room and he would pretend he couldn't catch her and let her go, so she would play a trick on him every day. One day, the tutor was teaching her biology, and he was holding up his arms to explain what "triceps" and "biceps" were. The girlfriend then pinched his triceps hard, then ran away grinning. The tutor, as usual, shouted at her not to run away, and chased her. This time she was a little slower, and the tutor hugged her from behind, with his hands just resting on the two tender lumps of flesh on her breasts. After listening to what my girlfriend said, my heart was pounding: it turned out that I was not the first one to touch her breasts. My girlfriend saw my expression and said, "He only touched me for two or three seconds and then let me go." I smiled and said, "Oh, that's just child's play." Seeing that I was broad-minded and didn't mind this matter, she continued to talk about it... Later she continued to tease the tutor. Ever since she touched her chest last time, the tutor became more accommodating to her. This time she didn't know why she hit his thigh hard. With a "snap", the tutor screamed in pain. She stood up and tried to escape. This time he couldn't help but hit her on the butt.

My girlfriend was used to accommodating him, and she didn't expect him to fight back, so she lost her temper, ran to her room, and hid on the bed facing the wall. When the tutor saw that she was angry, he tried to comfort her, but she became even more unreasonable and lay on the bed without moving. The tutor turned her body over and said, "Okay, okay, it's my fault. Go and review quickly. You have the exam soon." My girlfriend ignored him and continued to carry him on her back. The tutor said, "Did it hurt when I spanked you just now? Let me touch it and it will stop hurting." Then he touched her butt from behind and said, "Does it still hurt now?" My girlfriend ignored him, so he said, "I was very gentle, let me see if there is any redness or swelling." Then he lifted up her school uniform skirt. She felt embarrassed to have her underwear seen by others, but she was still angry and ignored the tutor. The tutor actually pulled her panties down from behind, revealing her two round, white buttocks, and said, "There's no redness or swelling. Look, they're so white and smooth." After saying that, he started rubbing her two buttocks. It turns out that my girlfriend had this experience as a girl, and even the "first time" with her butt was not something I had. When this happened to my beloved girlfriend, I felt very jealous and sour in my heart, but this feeling was not hatred or anger, but a kind of numb feeling like taking anesthetics that makes the whole body numb. I took a deep breath and listened to my girlfriend continue talking...

The tutor first touched her butt with one hand, and then used both hands to touch and rub her two round buttocks. My girlfriend blushed, and hurriedly pulled up her panties, turned around and continued to yell at him: "How can you take off my pants? I'm going to tell my mother..."