[The Defeated Housewife in Black Stockings] (1-3)

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The Defeat of the Black-Stockinged Housewife (Chapter 1 Complete Version, Not Completely Original)

This work is not entirely original; rather, it's a

reinterpretation . References include "Black Star Heroine's Erotic Comics," "The Struggle of the Green Hat," and "Office Woman,"

etc. All credit belongs to the original authors of these works; they are the true source of this piece. I

have only done some reprocessing and modification. Here, I only hope everyone can discuss the plot's

rationality and coherence after the reinterpretation.

"Madam, have you lost your mind? We're a gang, you're sending thugs to fix your house?" "I

think you're the one who's lost your mind! So what if they're thugs? I don't care if you're a gangster or a white-collar worker,

go downstairs and see what you've done to my roof. Also, I hope you won't play so much rock

music , or I'll call the police." I've tolerated these noisy guys upstairs for a long time, but when I came home at noon and found an unknown liquid dripping from

the bathroom ceiling , I finally couldn't take it anymore.

My husband

won't , but I know I can't count on him. That nice guy will definitely say, "Forget it, we can handle it ourselves

. He wouldn't dare mess with those muscular guys." But I'm not afraid. I had a bellyful of anger building up at the company this morning with nowhere to

vent, and I couldn't care less what they did.

"Tom, come down with me and take a look." A middle-aged man seemed to be the leader of the group. He remained calm despite my

barrage of accusations. I sneered inwardly. So even thugs are afraid of bad guys. "

Okay, okay." A muscular black man reluctantly straightened up, sighing and scratching his head, his

shifty eyes fixed on my ample black-stockinged thighs. Today, I was wearing a super short leather skirt around my waist,

underneath which were sexy, shiny, open-crotch black stockings and a black thong, and over-the-knee shiny high-heeled black leather boots. I

've received countless stares from men today, but while the ones who bowed this morning were impeccably dressed gentlemen, now

it's been dirty, ugly black men. I chuckled to myself, wondering if my social standing had been lowered.

Opening my front door and entering the bathroom, the two men were speechless. The

dripping was visible even to someone with cataracts; what did I need to explain? The middle-aged man borrowed a ladder from me,

examined my ceiling closely, and sighed, "Alright, ma'am, we'll have someone fix it for you tomorrow.

I'll cover the materials, but could you cover some of the labor costs?" "Labor costs? Are you kidding me

! You're the ones who caused this mess. Do you want me to call the police?" His answer was like adding

fuel to the fire ; I wasn't going to do that. "Bitch, don't be so ungrateful..." The black man was about to explode when the middle-aged man

waved him off. "Alright, alright, I have to admit, you're a hot bastard. Fine,

we'll cover the materials and labor costs , but you can at least treat us a little something. I think you need it too." As he spoke,

the burly man, who had maintained a perfectly serious expression, began to lewdly scrutinize me, from my bulging shirt to

the black leather skirt that hugged my enormous buttocks, to my black stockings, my beautiful legs, and my high-heeled boots—he looked me over thoroughly. "Huh?" My

mind went blank for a moment, not quite understanding what he meant. When I finally understood his obscene gaze, I

instantly turned bright red with anger. "You filthy scoundrels, I think you really want me to call the police! Are you going to fix this or not?!"

"Fix it, fix it!" The burly man shrugged with a wicked grin. "But ma'am, I have to make you understand that calling the police

won't solve everything. Also, you need to learn to control your temper. I like hot girls, but you're too hot

. I even think you're all looks and no brains." "Huh?" Before I could react, I realized that

the black man had twisted my hands behind my back. "Ouch, fuck you, let me go." "Boss, this bitch is hot."

The black man was overjoyed. He finally had a chance to caress my plump thighs covered in black stockings. I just

felt nauseous.

"Tom, help your wife cool down. She's too agitated." The middle-aged man sighed, turned around, lit

a cigarette , and went to my kitchen to smoke, as if he were the master of the house. "Hey, you..."

Before I could curse, I suddenly felt a chill. I was furious to find my shirt ripped off, and

two huge, long-bound breasts sprang out. "You bastard, you're insane!" I glared at

the black man behind me, but he grinned at me. "You're the one who's insane, you bitch. You came to us dressed

like , is your cunt itching for a little pounding? To be honest, I'd be happy to oblige.

From the first moment I saw you, I wanted to tear your black-stockinged legs and fuck your big black-stockinged ass to shreds. By the way, did I tell you

? Your ass is really big. Are you used to being fucked from behind? Have you ever had anal sex?" "Let me go,

you filthy black devil!" I struggled angrily, but the black man easily subdued me with one hand. I was astonished to discover

that men could be so strong. I thought all men were as

weak . "Bitch, for a woman, you're quite strong. Too bad..." The black man slowly

manipulated me, unbuttoning my leather miniskirt. Because my buttocks were so large, the leather miniskirt didn't slide

down my thighs but instead got caught at my crotch, which surprised him. "Hey, bitch, your black stockings and ass

are even bigger than I imagined." The black man took the opportunity to slip his veiny hand under my skirt and pull it down

, squeezing my black-stockinged buttocks. I was both ashamed and angry, but I couldn't break free no matter how hard I struggled.

"Tom, I'd better help you out. I'm afraid this charming lady will poke two holes in your

balls ." The middle-aged man leered as he strolled over. I tried to kick him, but he easily

controlled my legs and then took off my over-the-knee boots one by one. At the same time, the black man skillfully

unhooked my bra, and a pair of huge breasts were finally freed, proudly leaping out. At this point, except for

a pair of open-crotch black pantyhose and a small black thong, I was completely naked.

"Wow, I bet this lady is a D cup." "No, boss, I think this bitch is an E cup. Want

me to measure her?" Amidst the lewd laughter of these two thugs, my proud, heavy, enormous breasts were

lifted up by a large, black hand. The black man's sudden action made me involuntarily scream, but the sound

only earned them more laughter. "I thought this lady was some fearless Valkyrie, Tom."

"Boss, do all the Valkyries wear black stockings? Then I'll just fuck the Valkyries." "You

idiot brainless Japanese anime." The two thugs joked as they worked together in perfect

harmony.

The big man played with and squeezed my left breast, scraping my round nipple with his rough hand,

while leaned in and sucked on my right breast. The black man, meanwhile, leered at my black-stockinged

feet, gently biting and kissing my toes and insteps with his filthy mouth, kneading my calves with his black hands,

then moving up to caress my thighs, finally kneading my huge, black-stockinged buttocks. Seeing him drool

on my crotchless, shiny black stockings, I felt a wave of nausea rise in my chest.

"Let me go, you son of a bitch!" I struggled desperately, but quickly realized that my strength

was so insignificant in front of the two giants, one black and one white. "My husband will take care of you." "Ha, your husband? That

shorty?" The black man stuck out his tongue, pulled down his shorts, revealing a huge, semi-erect penis. "

Bitch , look at my thing. Your husband can't even handle a slut like you, what can he do to us?

A whore like you deserves to be fucked." "Fuck you, my husband isn't like that at all.

" Even so, I had to admit to myself that my husband's tiny penis was like a toothpick compared to this black man's huge

cock .

"Tom, stop talking nonsense, give your wife some sweetness, I think this bitch is soaking wet." "I'm

not !" I argued vehemently, while the middle-aged man handed me over to the black man, laughing loudly as he ripped off my thong and

held it up in front of me. "See for yourself." How could this be? There was no reaction at all, so why was

my thong covered in wet stains? "Madam, you're too tense. Relax, Tom will bring you pleasure."

Only then did I snap out of my nervousness, looking down at the black hand rubbing my nipples, only to find

they were already erect. I realized with horror that my genitals were indeed secreting fluid.

No, how could I let these thugs arouse me! I tried to suppress my excitement, but my body betrayed

me.

The black man's hand slowly moved down my abdomen, through my thick forest, one hand teasing my

clitoris, the other sliding up and down my labia. Suddenly, my body went limp, and I involuntarily leaned against

him.

Just as I was lost in passion, the black man seemed to have had enough. He abruptly pressed my upper body down,

forcing me to stick out my huge, black-stockinged buttocks, and without a word, he thrust his twenty-centimeter penis into my vagina.

The black man hadn't expected me to be so wet; his long penis went in more than halfway in. Actually, I was

just as surprised. Two more thrusts, and his testicles were already kissing my labia. His hands weren't idle either, constantly

roaming over my full flesh. Under their prolonged teasing and playing, I was drenched in sweat, my whole body

looking like it was coated in olive oil. However, I still controlled my reason, limiting my reactions

to rapid breathing, refusing to utter even a single moan to encourage his actions. With the thrusting of the big black cock, my

vagina inevitably became overflowing with lustful fluids, and the cooperation between the two unfamiliar bodies became increasingly harmonious and tacit. The black man let out

a triumphant moan: "Oh, boss, this bitch's cunt is amazing, I'm going to fuck her until she cries for her parents

."

The middle-aged man laughed: "Tom, this bitch is not someone to mess with, you'd better be careful. If you come

faster than a woman, we'll have to share your asshole when we get back."

"Fuck." The black man cursed, suddenly putting his arms under my legs and lifting me up, and

during this process, his cock never stopped biting at my cervix. Standing before this

tall, felt like a helpless little girl being forced to urinate by an adult, utterly humiliated and helpless. "Bitch,

let's go to the bed." The black man maintained the position, continuing to fuck me as he walked towards my husband's bedroom. This

bastard not only violated me but also wanted to occupy my husband's private territory. At that moment, I had to admit that

the chaotic rhythm of his thrusts was a strange pleasure I had never experienced before. I tried desperately to suppress my reaction,

but I failed. As he lifted me to sit on the edge of the bed, I finally couldn't help but let out a soft,

satisfied moan.

This low moan didn't escape the ears of the two seasoned sex veterans. "Tom, this bitch is getting hot."

The black man remained silent, simply squeezing my plump, black-stockinged buttocks and beginning even more forceful thrusts. I

gritted my teeth, enduring this intense humiliation, yet I couldn't help but tremble all over from his rape. "Ah...oh...ah!" I

gradually lost control of my body's faithful response, letting out passionate moans that I myself couldn't believe. No,

this won't do, I'm sure this black guy will bring me to orgasm! I desperately reminded myself: being raped is already

a huge disgrace, if I were to be played with to orgasm by these thugs, it would become a nightmare for the rest of my life. Although I

had to admit that this black guy was far better than my husband in bed, I warned myself not to enjoy it.

Sex is like poison; if I really came to him, I think I would become addicted to this immoral intercourse and

willingly become their sex slave.

This was not a harmonious and fulfilling sexual encounter, but a fierce sexual battle. Both sides were using all their skills

to try to make the other orgasm as soon as possible in order to gain the initiative in the war. Although he controlled my voluptuous body,

we were still equals, and I could make full use of my sexual skills to control his bulging penis.

I sat on the black man, my two black-stockinged feet stepping on his muscular black thighs, and began to actively stroke his

angry, large penis. He gripped my crotchless pantyhose at the waist, like he was riding a wanton mare.

Forgive me, husband, I didn't want to have sex with him; I just wanted to end this quickly. With my

last ounce of strength, I maintained my composure, silently pleading for my husband's forgiveness, and then, as calmly as possible,

skillfully manipulated his penis. In the intense friction of flesh against flesh, I could clearly feel his hard penis

swelling even more, and my wet vagina beginning to contract on its own. I knew that in this harmonious and successful act of intercourse

, our ravenous desires were being fully satisfied, and the fate of being brought to orgasm by him was unavoidable; I

had to find another way.

"Bitch, let me do it," the black man said again, lifting my plump, black-stockinged legs with his thick, dark arms.

He lifted my plump body and began to thrust forcefully. My black-stockinged, fleshy buttocks slammed against his hard abdominal muscles,

and I cried out in pain, retreating step by step. "No, husband, I've tried my best. I'm going to let you down.

I really will cum with this black man." I desperately realized that my body was gradually slipping out of my control, and I began to

recklessly enjoy the pleasure of being brutally ravaged. At this moment, the black man also began to breathe heavily,

and his hands, kneading my black-stockinged thighs, began to tremble. I knew he was almost there too.

I couldn't give in like this. I stubbornly stared at the middle-aged man; his ugly face aroused my hatred and

loathing, which slightly suppressed my rising lust. Then, I made a desperate move,

clamping my two plump, black-stockinged legs between the black man's huge scrotum and beginning to squeeze and knead it forcefully. "Damn it, you bitch..."

The black man was caught off guard by my sudden attack. The smooth, silky feel of the stockings was irresistible, and his pleasure

surged. His waist relaxed, and he ejaculated uncontrollably. I gritted my teeth,

resisting the pleasure he brought, refusing to reach the peak of sex with him.

Finally, several loud, lewd moans seemed to soothe my emotions. My lust gradually

subsided , and my uterus ultimately did not release any more fluid. Although my body had given itself to the black man, and I had been aroused beneath him,

I maintained my dignity and refused to accept this humiliating climax.

However, when the black man's angry penis finally withdrew from my body, I was almost on the verge of collapse.

The fierce sexual battle was decided by a hair's breadth. Although the black man ultimately could not withstand the intense stimulation and

was defeated unwillingly by the full, sexy body on my body, he pushed his penis to its deepest point at the last moment. This

thorough abuse almost made me betray my husband and reach orgasm. At this moment, barely maintaining my sanity, my body

was burning hot , my nipples were almost swollen like two purple grapes, and the inner walls of my vagina involuntarily spasmed slightly.

"Bitch, let me send you on your way!" The middle-aged man's lewd words shattered my last shred of

hope . Although my limbs were free, I couldn't stop his large hands from spreading my

shapely legs, clad in crotchless black stockings, and thrusting his thick penis into my muddy cunt once more. No foreplay was needed;

his heavy body pressed down on my full flesh, one hand controlling my hands, the other roaming back and forth

over my huge breasts and my large buttocks encased in black stockings, and he immediately began thrusting. His thick,

long penis quickly and deeply plowed my fertile field, and soon my plump, juicy cunt

began to throb involuntarily. "Fuck your mother... Oh, oh!" I

cursed this ugly man with every vile word I could muster, only to find, to my dismay, that my curses

gradually . Sensing my insincerity, the experienced man revealed a smug smile. Suddenly,

he grabbed my long, wavy blonde hair and fiercely kissed my thick, sexy lips. I clenched my teeth, resisting the invasion of that

filthy mouth, but he cunningly pinched my nipples, which were already swollen and almost about to spray milk.

The sudden stimulation made me open my mouth, and he seized the gap,

forcing into my mouth, wrapping it around my tongue. This time, I had no intention of escaping; instead, I

passionately let him suck on my tongue, even uncontrollably extending my own tongue to intertwine with that ugly, large

tongue . At this moment, I knew I could no longer control my lust;

my fate of being fucked to orgasm by this group of thugs was irreversible.

My increasingly loud moans echoed in the bedroom. Despite feeling incredibly ashamed, I

unconsciously began to thrust my plump, black-stockinged buttocks, gradually increasing the speed to meet his thrusts, subconsciously pursuing that

shameful pleasure. A self-destructive thought, of offering up all my most vulnerable and secret places to a stranger for ravaging and defilement,

took hold of my mind. I even felt a kind of immoral pleasure from betraying my husband.

"Bitch, give me your black-stockinged feet," came the voice of the black man beside me. At this moment, I felt

no aversion whatsoever, but rather joyfully and obediently extended my plump, black-stockinged feet for this perverted foot fetishist to knead and

defile. The black man caressed my black-stockinged feet in an extremely lewd manner, greedily licking my soles.

Not only he lick and play with them, but he also rubbed his semi-erect penis, which had just ejaculated, under my soles. The previous nausea

had vanished. As I felt the shrunken penis on the sole of my foot gradually harden again under the friction of the stockings

, I felt a perverse stimulation and satisfaction. When he placed my black-stockinged feet between his legs and squeezed his

tight, strong scrotum, I finally couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan, and then actively performed

footjob for him.

The black man caressed my stockinged calves and arches, enjoying the pleasure of me actively

rubbing , and then let out a satisfied sigh. The smooth sensation through the stockings

also filled me with extraordinary pleasure. Thighs, calves, heels, arches, toes—every inch of

the part covered by stockings seemed to bring an extraordinary sense of satisfaction, something I had never imagined. It was unbelievable that I would

share this footjob pleasure with this ugly black man. Meanwhile, the burly man didn't relent in his torment of me.

His long, thick penis thrust faster and faster, and I could no longer restrain the immense, shameful

satisfaction . Finally, I let out an obscene moan that I myself couldn't believe: "You bunch of sons of bitches, fuck me

, play with me, fuck my cunt to pieces, play with my black stockings to pieces!" These strong thugs completely satisfied my

need to be ravaged and defiled. Compared to my weak husband, they had enough power to possess my voluptuous and fiery body.

Wearing sexy, obscene lingerie, being raped to orgasm by strangers in my own home—this is the sex every woman

dreams , and I was experiencing it firsthand. How could I not be excited?

"Ugh, fuck your mother... I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum!" Under the burly man's masterful lovemaking techniques,

I finally completely abandoned my dignity and betrayed my husband. I think I was willingly and eagerly wanting him to bring me to

the peak of my body. I suddenly stuck out his tongue, and with a violent contraction, I began to moan loudly. My delicate

toes, smooth insteps, and long, shapely legs in black stockings stretched into a straight line, tightly gripping his

waist, while my lower body firmly sucked on his penis, preparing for an orgasm. But then, this cunning

veteran of the sex scene realized my body's reaction, stopped moving, plopped down on the bed, and pulled me...

"Get up." On the verge of climax, I was beyond control. Without waiting for his command, I pounced on him, burning with desire.

He lifted my sexy, large buttocks with both hands, his palms holding my buttocks in place. His glans was aimed at my vagina, but he

hesitated to push it up.

"You filthy scoundrel, fuck me, fuck me to death!" Consumed by lust, I completely abandoned my dignity, and with

incredulous moans, I actively used all my strength to press my massive buttocks down. In an instant, his thick, long penis

was completely inside my vagina. "Ah..." "Oh!" We both let out a joyful groan simultaneously.

Then, he gripped my buttocks tightly, and in a lotus position, he began to

rape .

The sound of his strong thighs and full buttocks slapping against each other echoed. With each intense contraction, I could feel my buttocks and

thighs growing cold; the love fluid that had splattered from my vagina must have soaked through my stockings.

"Ah...ah...oh! Ahhh...!" Lost in the ecstasy of intercourse, I tossed

my long, wavy golden hair from side to side. Then, the black man grabbed my hair and shoved his erect penis, throbbing from the footjob,

into my mouth. "Bitch, lick it!" Without hesitation or resistance, I immediately began to

suckle , vigorously stroking his thick, hair-covered shaft and squeezing his enormous scrotum. "Ah, bitch,

your oral skills are amazing!" The black man began to groan loudly. I could feel his penis and scrotum

throbbing ; I knew he was close to climaxing.

"Useless idiot, save your last shot in this bitch's ass." The burly man, unwilling to let my

ordeal end so easily, changed his position again. He chased away the reluctant black man, picked me up, and

my legs, encased in sexy stockings, were tightly wrapped around his back, my full body hanging from his

body.

His hands cupped my huge, round buttocks, our genitals pressed tightly together, then he

defiantly lowered his head. I offered my tongue for a passionate French kiss. He stood there

, rhythmically thrusting his muscular male body, while I swayed violently to his rhythm, twisting my hips

to match his penetration.

His hands frantically kneaded my large buttocks, clad in sexy stockings, even occasionally teasing my anus, which was soaked with my own

juices . We were pressed tightly together, our thick pubic hair intertwined,

indistinguishable from one another. The sounds of his penis thrusting in and out, the slapping of our skin against each other, filled the air. He was thrusting so hard

and so deep; I guarantee my husband couldn't maintain this pace for even a minute, and now, after five

minutes , this seasoned veteran of the sex scene seemed to be reaching his limit too.

"Tom, send this bitch on her way!" The big man suddenly stopped. I was still on the verge of climax,

wondering what was going on, when I suddenly felt two hands on my plump, black-stockinged buttocks behind me. I turned my head and saw that the black man had

gripped my buttocks firmly with both hands, pressing his already semen-covered glans against my anus. "No, no!"

The black man suddenly exerted force, and amidst my terrified protests, his large, round glans mercilessly forced open my tight

anus, piercing between my thick buttocks. Although I tried to clench my buttocks to resist his intrusion,

the strength of the four large hands forced me to spread completely apart. The large, veiny penis grotesquely slid forward, finally

penetrating . At this moment, I felt like a roasted chicken on a stick, my whole body tense,

my two already large breasts swollen to their apex, my nipples erect and as thick as a thumb, swollen as if they were about to

burst , so sensitive that even the movement of air felt unbearable. Just then, the middle-aged man lowered his head and sucked on my

nipple, and I felt my juices gush out.

The black man let out a long breath, forcefully cupped my large breasts, and began to thrust violently. His penis

suddenly pulled out, causing my anus to turn outwards, and then plunged in all the way, as if he wanted to churn my internal organs

to pieces. "Bitch, give me your black stockings." I obediently obeyed the black man's

command while moaning during anal sex, clamping my knees around his waist, and then bending my two black stockings backwards, willingly offering them

to the black man to defile. This series of actions brought a subtle change to our sexual position, making me feel even more

helpless, with my vagina and anus seemingly the only remaining points of leverage.

"Bitch, I'm going to shoot my way through your black stockings." The foot fetishist black man had won a great victory today. After his perverted desires

were satisfied, he squeezed my feet while thrusting into my anus with all his might. The middle-aged man, understanding perfectly,

used his last ounce of strength to thrust in and out with powerful, forceful strokes, viciously pounding against my cervix. A

blonde beauty with large breasts and a plump bottom, wearing black stockings with a flared crotch, was being violated by two burly men, one black and one white. This bizarre and obscene

scene of incest was the final act of the twilight sex play.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!" The pleasure of being penetrated in both my vagina and rectum simultaneously left me disoriented. My entire black-stockinged buttocks were being held and kneaded by the burly man, while my small feet, encased in black stockings, were being played with by the black man behind me. The intense pleasure brought on by

this strong sense of physical and mental humiliation made me feel like I was ascending to heaven.

"Bitch, am I stronger than your husband?" "

Waaah , you're so hard and big, it feels so good, you're strong, you're my real husband." "You big-assed

black-stockinged bitch, what about me?" "Black husband, my black stockings and ass are all yours, fuck my asshole until it's ripped,

shoot my stockings to shreds." The voluptuous and fit woman's body was being fucked by two strong men. Under this intense intercourse

, the image of her husband had long been blurred and unworthy of mention. Her ass was constantly poked by the black man's pubic hair, while

her nipples against the big man's hard chest hair. I felt like I was about to be fucked to death.

I was already close to orgasm, but in less than five minutes I was completely conquered by them. "Honey, I'm sorry, I gave

them . It feels so good, my asshole is about to cum!"

Amidst my unrestrained moans, the black man finally couldn't take it anymore: "Too tight, bitch, too tight

, I'm coming!" He released the black stockings that had been lingering, squeezed my silk-stockinged buttocks hard, and used his last bit

of strength to thrust his penis deep into my asshole, then shot his hot bullet into my tender rectum.

We let out passionate moans at the same time. At this moment, my trembling, contracting vagina was repeatedly and ruthlessly breached by the man. My

swollen, contracting uterus couldn't withstand the rapid, deep thrusts of his penis, and finally, after the cervix was

hit hard , it trembled and ejaculated. The long-awaited climax finally arrived

. In the instant of climax, I tightly hugged the middle-aged man's back with my plump arms, my two black stockinged thighs, now free again...

She clung tightly to his waist, her full, black-stockinged buttocks pressing down forcefully, wishing that his thick penis

would forever be a part of her body. "Ah! I'm going to cum! Shoot me until I'm ecstatic, I want to be pregnant with your bastard child!"

The burly man was about to lose control, his final, desperate thrusts penetrating my cervix with each stroke, sending me from one

peak to another, endlessly. Finally, amidst my violent contractions and wild moans, coupled with

the smooth, comfortable sensation of my black-stockinged legs rubbing against my back, the cunning and experienced sex veteran finally gave up

and went all out. He kissed me passionately while holding my huge buttocks tightly,

ejaculating wave after wave of his hot, thick semen into my trembling, thirsty womb.

After holding onto my chastity for an hour, my body finally succumbed to their defilement and desecration,

humiliatingly acknowledging that it was a high-quality sexual encounter, willingly becoming their plaything and sex slave.

(Chapter Two)

I opened the car window, closed it, then opened it again. I didn't know

the meaning , or if it was just a way to mask my inner anxiety. "Luna, you..." My husband beside me cast

a worried glance at me. Whenever I was in a bad mood and he didn't dare to ask, his eyes looked like a trembling

bear. At this moment, I had no mood to pay attention to him, and just glared at him coldly. This oblivious man

actually let the thugs who flooded our roof yesterday get into our car. He may never know that his beautiful

and proud wife was gang-raped by these hooligans yesterday, and was forced to experience anal and footjobs for the first time in her life.

What's worse, their masterful teasing and lovemaking techniques made me willingly ejaculate, completely lose

my dignity, and become a complete prisoner in that perfect intercourse.

"I'm so sorry, sir. We damaged your roof and now we're troubling you to take me to buy

materials. We're really sorry." Through the rearview mirror, I saw the

shameless . He had a grin on his face, not a trace of remorse. Noticing my fierce

gaze, the man returned a meaningful smile, his thick lips twisting into an ugly arc. I

could read his lewd thoughts in his lewd eyes.

"It's no trouble at all, it's only an hour's drive." My heartless husband was still being polite to this

scoundrel . He had no idea that an hour was enough time for these thugs to turn a virgin into a harlot.

Recalling the perverted, flesh-and-blood intercourse and my own wanton moans at the end, my face suddenly flushed,

my heart , and a sticky feeling spread through my lower body. Yesterday, my favorite shiny, open-crotch black stockings

were soaked with the semen, vaginal fluid, and sweat of both of us during our sexual encounter.

They were now torn and ripped from the intense kneading and caressing of the middle-aged man and the black man, lying in the trash can downstairs. Today, I'm wearing

a pair of the same material, open-crotch black stockings, only with faint vertical stripes. To avoid overly

strong visual stimulation, I've also put away my short leather skirt. Today, I'm wearing a dark gray skirt

, and instead of boots, I've changed into a pair of delicate gray stilettos.

This morning, after learning I'd be sharing a ride with this scoundrel, I instinctively chose a more conservative outfit,

unlike the revealing clothes I wore yesterday when I was raped. The only regret is my shirt; this one

is thinner and tighter than yesterday's, vaguely revealing my voluptuous body and black bra. I absolutely refuse to admit that I'm

afraid of reigniting this scoundrel's lust, but in truth, I can't hide the fear in my heart. What made me completely

abandon my dignity and submit to men wasn't just their irresistible strength, their superb and skillful sexual techniques, and their enormous

penises, but also the intense pleasure of surrendering to them that I became deeply obsessed with. Perhaps every woman subconsciously desires to

submit to male power, to be completely conquered and possessed under violence, and ultimately reach orgasm. And when that man

is a stranger, especially someone you despise, this humiliation and shame brings an even more immoral pleasure, making

a woman completely immersed in this tragic situation of having her self-esteem trampled and her body defiled.

"I'm going to cum. Cum inside me, I want to get pregnant with your bastard child." A shockingly lewd moan suddenly rang in

my ears , and I felt my face turn

deathly pale. God, that was my voice! That was the moan I made yesterday after being raped to orgasm!

I quickly turned my head, glaring fiercely at the vicious man. What did he want? The burly man didn't

even glance at me. Instead, he used his filthy hand to hold up his phone and pressed the answer button. "Oh, it'll be a while before

you arrive... Hmm, we'll talk about it when we get back... Okay, we'll wait for you."

He looked at my panicked, terrified, and disheveled expression, as if I'd been caught in the act, then at my silent

husband, and laughed mischievously. "Oh dear, sir, madam, I'm sorry, we're just

roughnecks . Yesterday we played with a big-assed, big-breasted slut in black stockings. Tom and I almost played her to death.

Tom can't get enough of her black stockings and big ass; he insisted on recording her moans as

his ringtone. Don't be offended. And let me tell you, that slut's asshole was really something; I've never seen Tom ejaculate so quickly

.

Hey sir, have you ever had anal sex with your wife?"

"No." My clueless husband answered such a vulgar question with such composure,

without a trace of emotion, which infuriated me to the point of exploding. I dared not make a sound, clinging to a sliver of hope

that he probably couldn't tell that the incredibly lewd moans I'd just heard came from my own wife. After all, when my

husband and made love, my moans were always extremely soft and restrained.

The shopping trip went smoothly. Although this scoundrel occasionally leered at my

large breasts, which were barely contained by my thin shirt, my enormous buttocks, and my plump thighs in black stockings, he ultimately didn't touch me.

On the way back, however, he casually sat in the passenger seat, leaving me to sit in the back

.

Fine, I was happy not to see his ugly, lewd face.

"Sir, stop! Stop!" The car stopped shortly after we started driving, thanks to the burly man's loud shouts.

I glanced curiously out the window, and a strong sense of foreboding rose in my heart.

Yesterday, the black guy was eating a hot dog and greeting us enthusiastically, accompanied by a

punk-haired thug who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen. As soon as the car stopped, the two guys opened the doors on either side and got in.

He moved to the back seat of the car, squeezing me into the middle.

"Thank you, sir. We'll definitely fix your roof today," the black man said

, pretending to be very familiar with my husband. My husband just grunted in response and started the engine again.

The air was filled with the stench of a man's body, a smell I utterly loathed, yet I had to admit that

I had been aroused by it yesterday, ultimately enjoying a highly effective sexual encounter. If

the ugly middle-aged man was a master opportunist, sneaking up on me after my intense sexual encounter with the black man yesterday, using despicable

means to destroy my resistance and take my climax, then this black man was a true villain.

This foot fetishist first raped me, then seduced me into willingly performing footjobs for him, and finally defiled my anus,

giving me the pleasure of anal sex for the first time in my life.

Seeing this black man's lustful gaze fall upon my plump, shimmering black-stockinged thighs again, I

suddenly felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, and my lower body twitched a few times. From my toes to my insteps to my heels, from my ankles

to my calves to my thighs to my buttocks, all these parts of my body, tightly wrapped in black stockings, seemed to be awakened by yesterday

's memories, issuing a passionate call to their true master. After yesterday's intense intercourse, they

had come to believe they were this black man's playthings, willingly accepting his lewd caresses and brutal ravaging. This shocking

tragedy filled me with anger and helplessness.

"You smell too much sweat, Roger, open the car window." I was ordering my husband, but the black man

sitting my left happily volunteered, "I'll do it, honey. Hey, which button?

This one? Or this one?" While fiddling with my car door, his hand slipped, and half a hot dog fell onto my

thigh . Instantly, the smooth black stockings were stained with disgusting salad dressing. My heart skipped a beat.

That familiar, sticky sensation reminded me of yesterday when he ejaculated and smeared his thick semen on my

black-stockinged buttocks and thighs.

I froze for a few seconds before bursting into fury: "How could you be so blind? You—" Before I could finish, the

black man eagerly and naturally scooped up my plump black-stockinged thighs with his large, strong hands, then

began wiping them with a tissue, taking the opportunity to knead them greedily. His sudden attack caused me to lose my balance,

and fell into the arms of the thug on my right.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Oh, your stockings are different from yesterday's, but thankfully they still feel great. Were yesterday's ones worn out from being used

so much ?" The black man's lewd words completely exposed my affair.

I knew I couldn't hide this from my husband anymore; everything I had feared was happening. They must have

planned this all along.

"Get your filthy hands off me, you bastard! Don't touch me!" I tried to kick him, but the cramped space in the car prevented me

from doing so. He easily subdued my thighs, which were tightly wrapped in black stockings. Then, he

took off my high heels and began to shamelessly knead my small feet, which were covered in black stockings, with

his other large hand. At the same time, the thug sitting to my right grabbed my shapely, voluptuous waist and began to grope me.

I struggled desperately, but I was caught in a pincer movement and couldn't stop their lewd acts. Soon,

the black man had me lying on my side in the back seat of the car, while the thug tore my tight, see-through

shirt and the black bra that covered my huge breasts, and began to viciously squeeze my full nipples.

"Damn, this slut's tits are huge, I can't even hold them with one hand." The thug clicked his

tongue, his face full of glee, while I realized with despair that my nipples were gradually becoming

erect .

"Roger, stop the car! Roger, help me!" I desperately pleaded with my husband, but the black man had already thrown my

two high heels to the middle-aged man sitting in the passenger seat. The man greedily and pervertedly sniffed

the scent of one shoe, while pointing the other shoe at my husband: "Keep driving, sir. Tom and the others are going to put on a show you

've been waiting for. You'd better behave, or I'll smash a hole in your head with your wife's high heels."

My husband glanced at the man, sighed, and put his hands back on the steering wheel.

I saw his eyes in the rearview mirror, but I couldn't see through them; I didn't know what he was thinking.

The black man grabbed my two round, fleshy ankles in black stockings with his large hands, then lifted me up and ripped off my

gray skirt. The thug roughly played with my nipples, and my proud breasts

swayed wildly as he slapped them, yet they stood even more proudly upright, defiant against his defilement.

"I told you this bitch has an E-cup, Jason. But what I like most is her big black stockings and ass. You have no idea

how powerful her ass shakes." Hearing the black man's boast, the thug chuckled, "Damn, I

've never been with such a slutty woman before. Your mom is really lucky. To be honest, I

got hard the moment I saw her thighs and big ass. This woman has meat on every inch of her body. It feels good to fuck her anywhere. It's much more exciting than the young girls I've fucked."

As he spoke, the thug actually pulled down his jeans, revealing his long, thin, pointed penis. Then he grabbed

my wavy blond hair and said, "Slut, lick it for me." With that, he forcefully pressed my head down.

I sadly realized that despite going to the gym every day, my strength was no

match . A mature woman in her thirties was no match for the assault of this sixteen or seventeen-year-old thug, even though he

was still a teenager. I desperately resisted the thugs' violence, but I was no match for their strength. My neck

finally gave way, and my full, fleshy lips enveloped their long, thin penis as I began to perform oral sex.

He gripped my blond hair, controlling the frequency of my blows. My large breasts slammed against his firm thighs

, making a series of thuds—a sound like a lewd horn announcing the thugs' onslaught. Then,

the black man knelt behind me, pulling my thong aside and using his rough fingers to tease my

clitoris, caressing my full labia. His other large hand gripped my black-stockinged legs, beginning to fondle them

with abandon .

Under this double defilement, my breathing quickened, and my body

began , a surge of heat rising from my womb. I desperately realized that my genitals were leaking

fluid; I was beginning to enjoy this double assault.

Although yesterday's lewd intercourse had made my full, mature body accept the black man and the big man's advances towards me…

I considered them as my de facto husbands, but with my real husband sitting right in front of me, reason

told me this was a depraved, demonic act, and I had to stop enjoying the pleasure of my genitals being roughly played with.

Now, I was stripped naked, wearing only a pair of open-crotch black stockings and a wet thong. Everything

was proceeding smoothly according to their plan, and I was not willing to give up.

During the passionate oral sex, I seized an opportunity and viciously bit the thug's stinking glans.

The smug thug never expected me to resist so fiercely; he screamed, and his penis instantly shrank

back.

The middle-aged man and the black man froze, stopping their actions. "Stop the car, Roger! Stop the car!" My husband's

body trembled, and he released the accelerator but didn't step on the brake. At that moment, the black man viciously

pinched my clitoris from behind. Intense pain shot through my lower body; this man who had destroyed me with pleasure

was destroying me again with pain. I let out a heart-wrenching scream, collapsing onto the back seat of the car, my body convulsing

uncontrollably . Control over my body had been shattered, and a stream of golden, foul-smelling liquid gushed from my lower body.

I had lost control of my bladder from this filthy black man's ministrations, right in my own car.

"You said you wouldn't hurt my wife," my husband's voice was clearly laced with anger, but the middle-aged

man interrupted him: "We just want to have some fun with her, you know she wants that too. This bitch got herself into

trouble, but Tom won't hurt her, he knows what he's doing!"

"Bitch, you're really hot, are you out of your mind? I'll taste your black-stockinged cunt first, then I'll play you to death."

The black man flipped my nearly naked body over like a fat ewe waiting to be slaughtered, making me lie on my back,

then spread my two plump, shapely black-stockinged thighs and brought them to my crotch. He ripped off my already soaking wet

thong and then took my injured clitoris into his filthy mouth.

I had no strength left to resist him. His brutality had not only destroyed my strength but

also my will and courage to resist. At that moment, even I, so proud and defiant, knew deeply that I was their sex slave,

and a slave must never resist their master, or they would face merciless punishment.

Although I hated this black man to the core, I had to admit that his patient and superb oral skills

were completely disproportionate to his burly physique. His loving and gentle oral sex technique was far beyond what my husband could match. The brutal

possession, the savage ravaging, the cruel harm, the humiliating excretion—these terrifying memories should have filled me

with hatred for him, but his considerate and tender oral sex at this moment showed me another side of him. My mental

defenses were gradually crumbling, and an impulse to resign myself to his toying was slowly rising within me.

The black man held my injured, urine-soaked clitoris in his mouth, occasionally rubbing and massaging it lightly with the tip of his tongue,

and sometimes gently biting it. Under the lubrication of his saliva, the burning pain in my lower body gradually subsided,

replaced by a tingling, sweet sensation that rose from my pelvis. I began to involuntarily wiggle my plump, black-stockinged buttocks,

gradually increasing the speed of his sucking, while letting out satisfied sighs.

As my breathing grew heavier and more rapid, he would sometimes gently suckle my clitoris, like a nursing

infant, and other times, with his rough, hard tongue, he would viciously sweep my

labia from top to bottom, kissing my anus, and then sweeping upwards again, relentlessly

invading every corner of my genitals.

"You bastard, you bastard," I cursed weakly. My most intimate parts were so

exposed ; even the slightest contraction of my vagina couldn't escape his eyes. This

physical humiliation destroyed my self-esteem. I realized with despair that my vagina was contracting

more and more , as if yearning for the invasion of a hard object. I humiliatingly endured the intense pleasure of this oppressive oral sex

, powerless to resist. All I could do was desperately suppress the urge to moan; this was a betrayal I wouldn't allow

myself to commit in front of my husband.

"Bitch, lift your big black-stockinged ass." I obediently raised my hips,

offering to his dark hands. He held one of my huge, black-stockinged buttocks in one hand, then pressed his mouth against

my vagina and began to suck forcefully. "Oh—fuck you, oh—" I felt his powerful sucking would

draw my insides out of my vagina. At the same time, he began skillfully kneading my plump, black-stockinged buttocks; this

obscene manipulation awakened memories of yesterday's events. The rape-like oral sex was almost suffocating me.

My two full, black-stockinged thighs, hoisted onto his shoulders, involuntarily clamped around his head, my delicate toes

and shapely calves forming a straight line.

The black man's ugly face, visible through the smooth, silky stockings at the base of his thighs, stimulated me. I desperately longed

for him to penetrate my cunt with his thick tongue. "Fuck you, play with me, fuck me," I pleaded lasciviously, but

he only licked, refusing to grant my wish. The middle-aged man and the young thug swallowed hard, admiring the alluring black-stockinged

thighs, and began masturbating.

"Damn, Tom's got some skills. I want to cum on this slut's black-stockinged legs too." Stimulated by the intense visual stimulation of my beautiful black-

stockinged legs , the young thug became erect again, extending his hard, pointed penis

towards me. Unable to release my pent-up desire, I eagerly grasped it before his command and began sucking hard.

His sparse pubic hair prickled my beautiful, sexy face, but I felt no aversion; instead, I willingly

performed . The black man's oral sex had already shattered my reason, yet

he remained unmoved . My lower body was burning with desire, and I didn't know what to do,

so I sucked on the scoundrel's penis even harder to relieve my feverish lust.

Suddenly, the black man changed his technique. He took a deep breath and forcefully blew into my vagina, as if

using my vagina and uterus as a giant balloon. My inner cavity expanded to its limit with his powerful breathing,

then contracted. At first, the contractions were forced, but after a few times, I was aroused and began to contract voluntarily. This sudden

contraction pleasure shattered my psychological defenses. I finally lost

control , and let out a loud, satisfied moan: "Oh my god, you bastard, you're killing me! Ah, so good, I

'm bursting, fuck me!" One of my plump, black-stockinged thighs was firmly held down by him, and I uncontrollably used the other black-stockinged thigh...

My thighs rubbed against the black man's back, my black-stockinged feet rubbing intensely against his muscular back. This

smooth pleasure made his mouth movements even more powerful, and it excited me even more.

Sweet fluids gushed from my vagina, and my trembling hands grabbed his hair, forcefully shoving it into my empty vagina.

"Tom, have you had enough? Let's get down to business." The neglected thug was clearly impatient. The black man's

superb oral skills forced me to stop serving him; now he wanted to quickly bathe his long, pointed

penis in the love juices of my vagina.

"Alright, alright, you idiot who hasn't even grown all his pubic hair yet." The black man sullenly straightened up, pulled down his pants,

revealing his already erect, large black penis. "Bitch, sit on me." Burning with lust, I couldn't care less about

my husband 's feelings. Hearing my master's permission, I obediently got up, knelt on the back seat with my back to the black man,

and used my hand to insert that huge glans into my vagina. Then, trembling, I slowly sat down. "Oh, so big,

so full." Just as I was about to slowly enjoy the insertion, the black man suddenly thrust his hips insidiously, and his thick

penis pierced my G-spot. "Oh, fuck your mother." The sudden blow shattered

my physical defenses. The painful yet pleasurable insertion made me scream wildly, and my juices gushed out.

Then, the black man grabbed my two plump arms and forcefully pulled me into his arms. This position forced my

black-stockinged, plump buttocks to press tightly against his hard lower abdomen, and his penis slid in all the way to the end. I cried out in agony from the intense

penetration, my black-stockinged buttocks twisting uncontrollably, reveling in

the intense friction between the massive glans and an unknown spot inside my vagina. The black man released my arms and began caressing and kneading my

plump, shapely legs and feet, encased in black stockings. My full body was once again being defiled and violated.

Although I hated this ordeal to the core, I had to admit that I had been anticipating this moment all night

, hoping for these thugs to grace me with their favor again.

The black man didn't thrust; our bodies remained pressed tightly together, writhing violently. His erect penis

churned inside me, seemingly trying to tear apart my internal organs. His ingenious lovemaking techniques drove me to

moan loudly, the gushing love juices from my uterus staining our joined parts a mess. I could feel my stockinged

buttocks and thighs were soaked. "No, no, I can't take it anymore, it's killing me, I can't take it."

My beautiful flesh, encased in black stockings, trembled violently as this black man ravaged me. My vagina began to contract intensely, and I straightened up, my two

huge breasts swaying wildly with the car's movement. My black-stockinged legs, being kneaded by the black man, were taut. I knew my

climax was imminent.

"Tom, this bitch is about to cum, don't let her off so easily." The black man understood perfectly, maliciously releasing my

black-stockinged legs and lifting my plump buttocks, still covered in black stockings, with his large hands.

"No, don't go, please." He ignored my burning pleas and withdrew his penis from

my body. "Pfft!" "Pfft!" My vagina made a loud, farting sound, a sign of the intense

contractions . This extreme humiliation made me blush with shame, unsure how to explain it to my husband.

In my dazed state, the black man grabbed my full waist with his large hands and pressed me down.

I realized with ecstasy that his penis was now pressing against my anus. "Yes, right here, Black

Husband , fuck my asshole raw." My two black-stockinged feet stepped on his black legs, slowly

lowering my muscular body and pressing down on my plump buttocks. Although my anus had already been deflowered by him yesterday, and although the overflowing love juice was enough

to lubricate anal sex, when my tight, long rectum was once again filled with his penis, we both

let out a satisfied groan at the same time. It was the pleasure of flesh rubbing tightly against flesh, and also

a praise for this hard-won anal sex.

The black man let out a long breath and slapped the huge black-stockinged buttocks in front of him hard, as if he were riding a wanton

mare. Under his violent thrusting, my anus was rubbed raw by the layers of wrinkled skin of his large, black penis. This

humiliating rape brought me boundless physical and psychological satisfaction, making me unable to control myself. "Ah—oh—ah!"

My moans, sometimes heavy and sometimes high-pitched, drowned out the car engine. I had to admit that my anus

was so sensitive and wanton. Every time the black man increased his force or changed his angle, it accurately transmitted to my rectum.

This humiliating pleasure was beyond compare.

Under this powerful anal sex, my vagina began to feel empty and sore, and my lust could no longer be endured: "I want the front

hole too, please fuck my wanton hole in the front." I could no longer control my surging lust and began to actively

beg the thug for pleasure. Since I had already betrayed my husband and would never be forgiven, I let go and

wanted to enjoy this moment of immoral pleasure in front of my husband.

"Slut, can't take it anymore, can you?" The thug grinned smugly and pounced on me,

thrusting his long, sharp penis into my thick vagina. "Oh, fuck me—fuck your mother, faster!"

My long-starved cunt was finally completely satisfied, and I let out a long, passionate moan. Then I proactively

stuck out my tongue, anticipating the little hooligan's invasion of my sexy little mouth. But this guy ignored my plump little mouth and

began to play with my voluptuous thighs covered in black stockings. A pair of lewd hands caressed from my thighs to my toes, and

my two black-stockinged thighs were hoisted onto the shoulders of this hooligan who was more than ten years younger than me.

At this moment, the middle-aged man ordered my husband to slow down and open the car window. Suddenly, I felt a breeze coming through my calves,

and then I heard whistles and cheers. I knew that these thugs were deliberately letting my shapely

calves covered in black stockings stick out of the window. These two beautiful black-stockinged feet, which had been stretched straight during the fucking, trembled and twitched helplessly outside the car window

, like a pornographic advertisement, attracting passersby to watch the 3P sex scene inside the car.

"No, I can't take it anymore, where are you touching—um, I can't take it anymore." The thug's penis was definitely not as thick as

a black man's or a middle-aged man's, but

it was pointed and perky. Every deep insertion would rub against a strange spot inside my vagina, which I think was the legendary G-spot.

"No, I can't take it there." This boy, who was about ten years old, had unintentionally discovered my fatal weakness,

and when he realized that the plump body under him, covered in black stockings, had already been controlled by his pointed penis,

he became even more smug and vigorously thrust in and out. The sense of accomplishment from conquering a mature woman was, of course, far greater than conquering

a naive young girl. "Oh my god, stop! No, I'm about to ejaculate into this little brat—husband, I'm so sorry."

"It feels so good!" It was unbelievable that I, a voluptuous and mature woman, could be so aroused by this young boy. But

facts speak louder than words. His sharp penis, as if destined, pierced my most vulnerable and secret corner,

causing my uterus to contract violently like an acupuncture point, and my juices flowed freely. My own obscene moans echoed in the car.

I moved my plump, black-stockinged flesh to match their brutal thrusting. One woman and two men formed a harmonious mating

rhythm . I sensed that I had been bound to their carnal chariot, and I was already fully enjoying the

pleasure of being brutally violated by double penetration. An orgasm was inevitable, and I couldn't last more than two minutes.

"Turn right." Under the sudden command of the big man, the car suddenly left the highway and drove onto a country dirt

road. The bumpy road caused the car to sway and shake violently. The three people in the midst of their sexual battle were caught off guard and were all sent to their peak by this

sudden frenzied sexual rhythm.

"Ah!" "Oh—" "Ouch." Caught off guard, the three men experienced a surge of pleasure amidst the violent jolting.

Knowing that climax was inevitable, they began their final sprint. In this intense 3P battle,

I, sandwiched in the middle, was in the most passive position and was the first to reach orgasm. "I'm coming, I'm coming! My little

husband , fuck me to death with your sharp cock—ah!" The thug's cock hooked hard around my tender cervix

, playing with it. When I couldn't resist the stimulation and offered myself to him, he thrust downwards forcefully, pressing me

against the black man, who arched his back, penetrating my rectum with his cock, pushing against my black-stockinged, plump buttocks

. Sandwiched between these two cocks, I finally couldn't resist the pleasurable thrusting. My uterus began to contract and expand

violently , and I cried out as I reached orgasm. "I'm coming, I'm coming, fuck me to death, shoot it all inside, I want to

get pregnant with your bastards!"

The black-stockinged thighs and beautiful legs, hoisted onto the shoulders of the thugs, stretched straight out. This erotic and depraved scene not only stimulated

every man present, but also myself. At this moment, I no longer cared whether there were spectators outside the car window

enjoying this real, hardcore sex act. Being played with and raped to orgasm again filled me with anger yet also joy.

Finally, my cervix, whipped by the thugs, completely surrendered, my mature uterus trembling as it ejaculated vaginal fluid.

My large, black-stockinged buttocks writhed wildly, causing the black man to completely collapse. "Fuck, bitch, squeeze

me to death, I'm coming!" The black man and I kissed passionately, his tongue, which had licked my vulva, now sweetly

licking every part of my mouth, and I returned his kiss with utmost enthusiasm. His two large black hands

roughly kneaded my stockinged buttocks, and a thick stream of semen gushed out, my rectum feeling as if it were melting.

At the same time , my scalding vaginal fluid drenched the young thug's glans. Inexperienced in sex, he couldn't hold back

and let out a wail, using his last strength to lick and bite my outstretched, black-stockinged legs before ejaculating his

hot semen into my budding womb.

The car stopped on a country dirt road, only a few dozen meters from the main road. Those few dozen

meters robbed me of my self-respect and chastity, forcing me to reach orgasm again, reliving my tragic

fate as a sex slave.

The three men, still reeling from their intense ordeal, were panting heavily. The middle-aged man opened the car door, got out of

the passenger seat, opened the back door, pushed the young thug aside, and carried me out.

Completely limp from their abuse, I was powerless to resist and could only silently await his judgment.

The man carried me to the front of the car and then slammed me onto the hood. I groaned weakly

, turned my head, and was astonished to see my husband still sitting in the driver's seat through the glass. He stood

ramrod straight, his eyes bloodshot, his face flushed with excitement and joy, his hands moving frantically between his legs. I knew what he was

doing ; while his wife was being fucked by thugs until she came, he was masturbating!

"Bitch, they're done, it's my turn." The middle-aged man grinned lewdly.

Weak after my orgasm, I spat at him, "Fuck your mother, you bunch of pigs." "Hahaha, we're pigs, and you

're the black-stockinged sow we're here to fuck." The man grabbed my two black-stockinged feet, sandwiching his

penis between them, and began forcing me to perform footjobs. However, after only a few minutes, he realized I had

gotten used to the rhythm and started actively using my black-stockinged feet to stroke his penis. Feeling his semi-erect penis

harden under the pressure of my soles and the smooth friction of the stockings, we both let out a satisfied sigh. As

I clamped his penis between one leg and rubbed his glans with the other, this burly thug

trembled slightly: "Tom, you've really developed this bitch; she was born a black-stockinged foot fetishist."

Meanwhile, I stared desperately at my husband, watching him masturbate his small penis in the driver's seat.

Separated by a pane of glass, my husband and I were each enjoying our own sexual pleasures—one foot fetish, the other

masturbation . How abnormal this sex was, and how would it end?

The middle-aged man lewdly pounced on me. I had no will to resist, knowing this was just

a repetition of yesterday's story. Semen and vaginal fluids had already made my vagina a mess, so he easily penetrated me.

Although I had just ejaculated, my resistance to lust was slightly stronger, but that enormous penis still brought me

an intensely satisfying pleasure.

The burly man began thrusting. Unlike yesterday, he wasn't in a rush to go all the way in. Instead, he would pull out

a few centimeters , then thrust in again, then pull out even more, finally pulling his penis all the way to the entrance of my vagina before

ramming it in hard. I knew the anger in his heart. His two subordinates were fucking him so hard, while he was just a bystander

. How could this seasoned veteran of the sex scene not be indignant? Just as I had long considered myself his sex slave,

he had long considered me his private black-stockinged prostitute. After giving his possession to his two subordinates to fuck to their hearts' content

, he wanted to take back what was rightfully his.

Although it was a plain, orthodox position, he thrust harder and harder, starting to slap my

cervix . My vagina, which had just experienced an orgasm, was extremely sensitive and quickly began to contract strongly again.

"Oh—um—ah!" With increasingly loud moans, I vigorously twisted my plump black-stockinged buttocks to match

his powerful thrusts. His large hands roamed over my enormous breasts and my large, stocking-clad buttocks

, his thick lips intertwining with my small, fragrant tongue.

There were no fancy techniques, just a completely natural flow. This middle-aged man and I in front of my husband were like...

A real couple was enjoying sex like it was their daily ritual, and this deep sense of guilt excited me even more.

"Bitch, say you're willing to have my child." "So good, my dear husband, fuck me hard, I want to

have your child, I want to wear black stockings, pregnant, and let you fuck me." My contracting uterus secreted gushing

fluids, wetting my car. A pair of full thighs encased in black stockings tightly gripped his strong

waist, her small, black-stockinged feet stretched taut, yearning for even more thorough and deep possession. In the sunlight and gentle breeze,

the middle-aged man and I, like two mating animals, pursued carnal pleasure under my husband's watchful eye

…

(Chapter 3)

Mrs. Luna Williams, I am the detective your husband hired. I am here today to deliver your husband's divorce

petition. A bearded stranger pushed a divorce agreement with my husband's signature

in front of me, then swaggered around my office. He leered at me with ill intent;

my tight, short business suit offered no respite from his lustful gaze. His eyes roamed from head to toe,

finally settling wickedly on my round, large buttocks and my plump, black-stockinged thighs shimmering with silver. I knew my

mature, curvaceous lower body was an irresistible weapon for any man, and this weapon had deeply

wounded me. My husband had

been gone for three weeks since I was seduced and raped in my car by those thugs.

In the office, I usually wore this beige, super-short business suit; today, I was wearing sheer black stockings

with silver glitter and silver stilettos. I could even hear

this self-proclaimed detective swallow

hard as his gaze lingered on my shapely calves and full ankles. "Jenny, put down the coffee. You can go now; you can leave." I sensed the unbearable awkwardness to

come , so I dismissed my 20-year-old secretary beforehand. This young girl

from rural Texas was curvy and had a healthy complexion. I'd always considered her my own little sister,

and I couldn't let her know about my obscene and unclean sex life. "Okay, sir. I'll head home now. Call me if you

need anything ." Jenny glanced at my stiff expression, then at the "detective" exuding a sinister aura,

nodded slightly, and left my office. At that moment, I felt the stranger's gaze

follow Jenny's curvy back and her legs encased in light blue sheer stockings, until the office door closed.

"Where is my husband?" I had no time for small talk with this lecherous stranger; I cut to the chase.

"My husband has been gone for three weeks. I need to speak with him." "Mrs. Luna Williams, Mr. Roger

Williams has entrusted me with handling your divorce. You can tell me anything."

The stranger deliberately leaned close, seemingly attracted by my mature, fleshy scent, while I

was forced to endure his pungent odor of sweat and cigarette smoke. "This is between the two of us, it's none of your business.

Tell me where my husband lives now, I need to talk to him." "It's between the two of you? Ha, ha!"

The stranger squeezed out a few owl-like laughs from his throat. "Isn't sleeping together between the two of you?

But you, you bitch, had sex with three thugs in front of your husband like pigs in a car, that's why your husband ran away

from home . You slutty bitch, what are you pretending to be so high and mighty for?"

"You, fuck your mother..." I admitted that what he said was true. My husband had left home that night and

never came back, and even his phone was switched off. "This is none of your business. If you don't give me my husband's contact information

, I'll have security kick you out." "Okay, okay, I'll tell your husband to apply for court

enforcement . For a slutty bitch like you who willingly puts her black stockings and big ass up for black guys to fuck, the court won't give you a single

bit of sympathy."

"I didn't, I was forced!" His disgusting words insulted my character, and I couldn't help but

start arguing. "You were forced? Madam, don't forget what I do. For the past three weeks, you've gone upstairs

every to suck the dicks of gangsters. You think I don't know? You spent seven nights in

the thugs' den upstairs, and four nights they slept with you in your husband's bed. Your black stockings have been worn out

at least dozens of times. You never take birth control pills. Looks like those black devils have really enjoyed fucking your cunt. Oh,

and you even brought a pubic-less thug to this office once. Am I right? I can

let the whole world judge when you were ever forced."

"You...you devil, you're lying!" My face flushed red as I angrily rebuked the stranger.

My voice was loud, but I had no confidence at all, because what he said was absolutely true. After each

encounter with those thugs, I would deeply condemn myself, telling myself never to do it again. But every time I returned to that

home reeking of semen, I was addicted to the torment of lust, involuntarily changing into sexy

, alluring outfits, wearing smooth, sheer black stockings and provocative high heels. I would deliberately provoke the gangsters upstairs,

only to be teased, humiliated, raped, and ravaged by those thugs. I didn't want to admit it, but I couldn't deny it; my fierce and proud

self had become deeply addicted to this physical and mental pleasure of surrendering to evil forces. However, what I couldn't understand

was how this stranger knew about my lewd behavior in the office.

One night around 11 PM, I did indeed bring that punk-haired thug with the pointed penis

to my office, letting him lick my black-stockinged feet and fuck my G-spot. With my patient

cooperation, he had even completely mastered anal sex techniques. But how did this stranger know all this

?

Was he spying on me?

"Bitch, I have dozens of videos here, each one proving you willingly

slept . Want to see them?" The stranger casually sat down in front of my computer, plugged in a USB drive, and started playing

a pornographic film. The picture wasn't very clear, and the sound fluctuated, but the viewer could easily recognize that the

hot female protagonist, wearing only a pair of open-crotch black stockings, was me.

I turned my head away from these obscene images, but the stranger pulled me over. Losing

my balance I landed my huge buttocks on his thighs. In that instant, a hard, hot force came through me;

his already erect penis pressed hard against my plump, juicy vulva. Even through his jeans and my shorts...

The short skirt, that familiar touch, still accurately traveled through my labia to my vagina and uterus, finally

reaching my brain like an electric current. We both groaned simultaneously.

"Ah...ah...woo..." On the screen, I was vigorously performing oral sex on the middle-aged man.

The man's large hand rested on my head, but even I could see that he wasn't using any force.

I was actively moving my head, controlling the frequency of the oral sex myself. On the screen, I was intoxicated, swinging my

long, wavy blonde hair, even using my slender hands to knead his large scrotum and probe his filthy anus.

"Bitch, your oral skills are pretty good. Looks like you've fallen for this fat, stupid pig."

The stranger was so close to me, his hot breath blowing on my ear and neck. "He's not fat."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. On what grounds was I defending that villain? "You

shameless whore, protecting that scoundrel! Looks like you really don't care about your husband." "No,

I love my husband! Let me go!" "Pfft, who would believe your weak words? Your husband's little dick

isn't even half as thick or half as long as that idiot's." "You're talking nonsense!"

I was about to argue when the stranger suddenly pulled me forcefully into his arms, and I collapsed into his embrace.

Then, he disgustingly shoved his thumb into my full lips. "Is your husband's dick as

big as my thumb? Hmph." "Ugh..." I struggled to shake my head to get rid of his fingers, but he

used his other large hand to control my neck and small chin, and then began to

thrust of my mouth. I wanted to bite off that filthy finger, but he held my chin, preventing me from doing anything. I wanted to

break free from his embrace and leave the swivel chair, but he used his strong arms to clamp my voluptuous body, and his two

strong thighs also gripped my full, black-stockinged legs, rendering me immobile. And so, I could only passively

endure his filthy thumb violating my delicate mouth. He thrust in and out slowly, occasionally rubbing against my

tender oral cavity, teasing my soft tongue. I was both anxious and angry, but I couldn't speak or scream, only

letting out soft moans.

On the screen, I was enthusiastically sucking on a large penis, while in reality, I was being humiliated by a thick

thumb thrusting into my mouth—this double humiliation made me feel utterly ashamed. The lewd sounds of myself licking my own penis emanating from the computer screen

were like a curse, infecting my mind. After more than half a month of high-quality sex, my once

dignified and proud mature body had been completely conquered by that group of thugs, and their lewd potential had been unleashed. And I

justified myself by thinking that this stranger's skills in manipulating women were indeed superb. The stranger's burning embrace seemed to

scorch me; my desperate struggles only resulted in his steel-like restraints.

Finally, exhausted, I gave up struggling in frustration, and unknowingly, the stranger loosened his

grip on my body. Unfortunately, I was completely unaware of this. He continued to play with my

small mouth with his large thumb, and began to skillfully suck on my earlobe and lick my neck. My sensitive areas were subjected to this unrestrained invasion, and

my body gradually became hot, my breathing becoming erratic. In the near-suffocating, perverse pleasure, my little

tongue without my noticing, had become like a nimble little snake, coiling around his thumb and

engaging in a fierce struggle with it.

Drizzling saliva dripped onto my business suit, but I paid no heed. The stranger

slowly pulled off my jacket, then slowly unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time.

The hard, hot sensation beneath my buttocks grew stronger, a tingling, insidious feeling that left me conflicted. Accompanied by my own moans

emanating , I involuntarily and cautiously began to wiggle my large hips,

slowly rubbing against the menacing penis beneath me.

"Ugh, ugh!" I protested fiercely with a nasal tone as he removed my white shirt and began to unhook my bra,

yet my tongue still lingered on that thick thumb. How could I be

so aroused by a single finger? I couldn't be so degrading! I desperately tried to remind myself of my reason, but my

body wouldn't respond. I could only obediently watch him remove my bra, watching my enormous right

breast fall into the stranger's clutches. My nipples, already aroused and tinged with a rosy purple, were stimulated without my

noticing. The stranger clicked his tongue, roughly squeezing my large, E-cup breasts a few times before focusing

on my large, round nipples. He began pinching and vigorously rubbing them with his right index finger and thumb.

"Ugh..." A key erogenous zone of my body had finally fallen into the hands of a stranger, filling me with

immense resentment and humiliation. Without realizing it, this stranger, whom I'd only met once,

had What was wrong with me? Was I truly a wanton slut, unable to resist the slightest temptation

? Could I ever return to my beloved husband? The stranger didn't give me time to dwell on these

thoughts . He suddenly withdrew his thumb, pulled my lips towards his face, and then hungrily

pressed his thick, ugly lips against mine. Instinctively, I closed my lips to resist him, but he forcefully squeezed

my large nipples, kneading my enormous breasts in a milking-like manner. A

swelling pleasure, as if I were being squeezed dry, filled my body cavity. Breathless, I couldn't help but slightly open my mouth. His vicious

tongue like an ugly worm, seized the opportunity to break through the weak defenses of my lips and teeth, penetrating my

mouth. That ugly worm disgustingly cleaned my mouth and gums, then coiled around my fragrant tongue.

After resisting for a few seconds, aroused by the earlier fingering, I finally couldn't control myself and offered him my

tongue. Our tongues intertwined, engaging in a frenzied and chaotic exchange of attack and defense.

"Mmm...mmm..." In the hazy, passionate kiss, I vaguely realized that the stranger was using his

large hands to grasp my full, shapely waist, making me lift myself slightly, and then slowly removing my tight skirt. I

tried desperately to resist, but the stranger used one arm to restrain my two small hands, while his other large hand

methodically began undressing me. I tried to resist, but he held my mouth, his

large, ugly penis entangling and licking my tongue, leaving me powerless to escape. In this half-hearted struggle, my tight skirt slipped off my plump,

black-stockinged thighs and fell to the office floor. He also ripped off my two silver-gray high heels. Finally...

He finally got his wish and began kneading my beautiful black-stockinged feet, which shimmered with silver glitter. From toes to soles, my little black-stockinged

feet were deformed by this scoundrel's kneading, yet they stubbornly remained upright. However, he then shifted his focus of caresses

to my shapely, plump calves, leaving me defenseless.

Once again, I was stripped naked, leaving only my pantyhose. I sadly realized that perhaps not only those few

thugs , but all wild men possessed this aphrodisiac power. When my large, stocking-clad buttocks landed again

, I was horrified to discover that the stranger had also taken off his pants, directly rubbing his penis against my

pantyhose . Now, our most intimate parts were separated only by a pair of ultra-thin silver-glitter black pantyhose and

a tiny thong that barely concealed our presence.

"Ugh... um..." The deep kiss continued, and although it had only been a few minutes, it felt

like hours. The stranger released his grip on my large, fleshy mound. His right hand continued to knead my

plump, black-stockinged feet and calves, while his left hand slowly moved down my magnificent breasts, gliding over my full, firm

abdomen encased in black stockings, and caressing my mons pubis. Yes, the small thong couldn't conceal my

abundant ; thick pubic hair peeked out from under the thong, visible through the ultra-thin black stockings. He

skillfully caressed the lush forest, then slid his large hand down to my full, firm, black-stockinged thighs,

beginning to knead them with unrestrained gentleness. No, not there. I cried out anxiously in my heart. I knew clearly that

in this intimate space where flesh pressed so close together, I so desperately craved his direct attack on my most vulnerable and sensitive

territory, to completely shatter my resistance, but he didn't. Under the stranger's teasing tactics of feigned indifference, I

involuntarily twisted my plump, black-stockinged buttocks, rubbing against his ugly, ferocious, enormous penis. I

realized that his sinful penis, like a cylindrical branding iron, was melting away the ice of my chastity. My vagina began

to contract slightly, and thick love fluid seeped from my uterus.

Finally, the stranger released my black-stockinged feet and thighs and began to invade my most intimate

parts . His left hand roughly kneaded my tender, full clitoris, while his right hand

repeatedly caressed my thick, moist labia from top to bottom and from the outside in. He released my mouth, and I couldn't control myself,

letting out a satisfied moan. I blushed with shame at my passionate moan, but he seemed

greatly encouraged, intensifying his lewd actions. Like a floodgate opened, the surging lust, once unleashed, was unstoppable

. I desperately tried to maintain my self-respect, but his patient caresses skillfully struck the most vulnerable and sensitive parts of my

body , and once the moans began, they were difficult to stop. Sometimes gentle, sometimes savage, my

lower body was already soaking wet from the stranger's ministrations, and it was finally dissatisfied with this superficial pleasure, craving a more

brutal and direct assault. When the stranger tore open the crotch of my black stockings and ripped off my thong, I not only

offered no resistance, but instead thrust my plump buttocks, still encased in black stockings, forward, trying my best to cooperate with his work.

Finally, when the stranger's thick, skillful fingers touched my full, mature vulva, I couldn't

help let out a loud moan. The prolonged teasing and playing had left my lower body slick and wet, and I was

ready to meet any challenge. As he squeezed and pinched my plump clitoris with his slippery, lustful fluids, I moaned loudly

, my full, beautiful body writhing on his powerful naked body like a rutting female snake.

The electric-like stimulation from my clitoris kept coming, and I thrust my plump buttocks, still in black stockings, in pursuit of this pleasure of being violated and played with

, while simultaneously yearning for his other large hand to directly possess my vagina. However, the stranger cunningly

smeared my exposed genitals, visible outside my pantyhose, with semen, and then shoved his thick finger into my

anus. "Oh...fuck you..." My curses were accompanied by a seductive moan, my two full, shapely

black-stockinged thighs stretched straight, tightly pressed together, forming a

beautiful, curvaceous line with my black-stockinged feet, resting directly on the computer desk in front of me. "You're killing me, you bastard...oh, fuck my

asshole, harder." After being trained and trained by those thugs, my sensitive anus had long been accustomed to

anal sex and was deeply intoxicated by the psychological pleasure of being humiliated to the extreme. A finger was nothing;

it only made me feel more empty and lonely.

"Look at the screen, you bitch." Lying in the stranger's arms, I obediently stared at the computer screen, where I

was being raped by a black man, letting out heart-wrenching screams, my two black-stockinged thighs stretched

straight on his shoulders. Beside the computer screen were my two plump,

black- . Between those legs were his large, busy hands, and below, my

wet, throbbing anus, teased by him. The lewd scene and the stranger's skilled flirting

finally shattered my self-esteem. I no longer cared about my husband's reaction;

the desire for a depraved sexual encounter ignited my heart. "You bastard, I know you want to play with my black-stockinged feet, want to fuck my black-stockinged ass…

Come on, I want it." Unable to withstand the teasing, my reason finally crumbled, and I began to beg this

complete stranger for pleasure, utterly disregarding the fact that he was there to represent me in my divorce proceedings.

"Alright, bitch, I'll show you real bedroom skills." The stranger's erect penis had been ready

for a long time. With the increasingly intense friction against my black-stockinged, plump buttocks, this flesh-to-flesh position made his penis

ready for battle. If this continued, he feared he would die before even getting started. With a series of slaps,

he stopped his other caresses, pried open my tightly clenched thighs, and from behind, lifted one of my

black-stockinged thighs with one hand while the other hand, holding his raging penis, began to forcefully slap my already aroused clitoris and

labia. My full, tender vulva was battered and bruised by his huge glans, splattering with vaginal fluid.

"Oh...oh..." I leaned weakly against the stranger, reluctantly accepting

the pleasure .

My vagina began to contract passionately with his slapping movements, preparing to be penetrated. I couldn't control myself

and used low moans as encouragement for his attack. Both of our genitals were already soaking wet,

ready for intercourse. I even thought that even if he continued to thrust straight to the point of ejaculation, it would

be a natural outcome.

However, at that moment, the door clicked open, and an unexpected face appeared before me.

"Jenny!" Despite being consumed by lust, I still retained a sliver of reason, telling me I couldn't let

my subordinates see my shameful state of arousal. I tried to break free from the stranger's control, but he

grabbed , and the situation on the muddy battlefield suddenly changed. His enormous penis thrust into my

voluptuous vagina. "Oh..." My ravenously thirsty body was suddenly satisfied, and I was filled with surprise, joy, and anger. Although I

humiliatingly admitted that I had been longing for this moment, why did he have to choose to

penetrate ? Reason told me I should run away quickly, but lust was so intense that it compelled me to thrust my plump, black-

stockinged buttocks, welcoming his storm of ravaging. "Jenny, don't look... Oh, it feels so good... Fuck me faster,

I want it..." After some resistance, I betrayed my husband again, lost my virginity, and was completely possessed by the stranger.

This self-destructive pleasure overwhelmed me. I no longer cared what the girl in front of me would think;

I could only clench my vaginal muscles to cooperate with the stranger's long, thick penis thrusting in and out. My two plump, black-stockinged feet

were on his thighs, and I cried out in pain as my body rose and fell with his movements. "

Director..." Jenny's voice was so hoarse. She slowly walked towards the couple having sex, and as she walked, she was actually twisting her own buttons. "Jenny, what are you doing... oh... harder." Jenny's clothes quietly slipped off one by one, until only a beautiful body wearing blue open-crotch pantyhose remained. To my surprise, I found that Jenny's lower body was shiny and already a muddy mess. 　　"You little blue-stocking slut, you've been watching from outside, haven't you? Your little cunt wants to get fucked too, stick your ass and wait." Jenny was unmoved by the stranger's lewd words, her two eyes burning with lust fixed on my lower body. "Director, your black-stockinged thighs and feet are so beautiful, Jenny wants them too." As she spoke, this girl, whom I regarded as my younger sister, actually came closer and began to caress my plump black-stockinged thighs with her slender, white fingers. This gentle caress made my burning lustful body tremble for a moment, and then my whole body immediately relaxed . I was forced to give her one of my black-stockinged thighs. Jenny kneaded the plump black-stockinged thighs in front of her with abandon, gently bringing her fragrant lips to them, and then patiently kissing and kneading them, invading from the thighs down, squeezing my shapely calves, kissing the tops of my feet, kneading the soles of my feet, and finally even taking my shimmering toes into her mouth. "No, Jenny..." The stranger's increasingly rapid and forceful thrusting left me powerless to resist Jenny's lewd actions. The increasingly intense contractions in my lower body overwhelmed me, leaving me no choice to resign myself to my fate and offer my black-stockinged feet to her. I felt a sense of despair as this seemingly innocent girl licked the soles of my black-stockinged feet, sucking hard on my toes. During the sucking, she left a large amount of saliva on my toes, changing the color of my black stockings. I never imagined that this little girl's skill in licking stockinged feet was no less than that of the black man, and even more subtle and cunning. 　　"Director, I finally have your black-stockinged feet." Jenny finally released my toes, murmuring. 　　She moved closer to me, and I desperately tried to turn my face away, but she forcefully turned my face back, staring into my eyes. 　　"Director, Sister Luna, you are so beautiful, even more beautiful when being fucked by that stinky man." Jenny slowly bent down and kissed my lips. 　　"No, Jenny, no!" Before succumbing to despair, I let out a desperate cry. However, when Jenny 's fragrant little tongue penetrated my lips, enticing my tongue, I could no longer suppress my desire. 　　I've never been a lesbian, but I have to admit that the pleasure brought by a woman's delicate, soft tongue and a man's rough, forceful tongue is completely different. After intertwined passionately. I think I genuinely wanted Jenny's incredibly feminine little tongue. Jenny held my head and we shared a passionate kiss, while my two large breasts collided violently with Jenny's two round firm nipples. In the friction and struggle between our nipples, I desperately realized that both of our breasts were becoming firmer and swollen. Jenny's sweet saliva acted like an aphrodisiac, stimulating me to thrust my hips even harder be fucked more vigorously. My vagina began to contract rhythmically and strongly, massaging the stranger's penis with a seductive rhythm. It seemed inevitable that I would be fucked to orgasm by a stranger. 　　"Mmm..." Jenny controlled my mouth, while one hand slowly moved down from my ample chest, massaging my full belly encased in black stockings. I knew what she was about to do; we shouldn't be doing this, but I didn't know how to stop it. "Director, you're so beautiful. I've wanted you for a long time , a very long time." Jenny released my mouth, her deep blue eyes gazing at me with deep affection. I blushed , unable to meet her gaze, unsure how to respond. She resolutely continued moving her hand down my black-stockinged belly, unhesitatingly slipping through my thick pubic hair and pressing precisely on my already erect clitoris. 　　The black stockings had been torn open at the crotch by the stranger; nothing could stop her slender, white fingers from violating my sensitive clitoris. 　　"No, Jenny, not there!" The stranger thrust his body against my black-stockinged, plump buttocks, my body rising and falling with his rhythm, my clitoris relentlessly rubbing against Jenny's fingers. At this moment, Jenny suddenly changed her gentle demeanor and began to vigorously knead and stretch my plump clitoris. This painful yet pleasurable sensation caused my vagina to gush out a large amount of thick, sticky vaginal fluid. With the stranger's large penis thrusting in and out, I finally began to moan wildly as this little girl played with me: "Jenny, you're killing me... you little slut, harder, squeeze my black-stockinged pussy to pieces." 　　Under the combined attack of this man and woman, I quickly embarked on the path of defeat. Jenny grabbed one of my black-stockinged thighs, while I tried to use my plump thighs to clamp her slender waist, thrusting my black-stockinged buttocks to cooperate with their ravaging. The black stockings on my calves and the blue stockings on her buttocks were both of high-quality, smooth material. This smooth friction brought me endless pleasure, and I knew that this little slut with a foot fetish was equally satisfied. The stranger's thick, huge penis pounded hard into my mature, full uterus, while his two large hands kneaded his huge black-stockinged buttocks like dough. I was being fucked until my body was stiff, letting the two huge breasts sway helplessly: "No... I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum." 　　"You little bitch, do you want to fuck this black-stockinged bitch too?" This outlandish suggestion from a stranger...

Jenny thought for a moment and nodded slightly. "Get on the sofa. I sent you to send this bitch on her way."

Jenny's face lit up with joy, and she obediently walked to the sofa in the corner of the office and lay down on her side. The stranger

picked me up and stood up, moving closer to the sofa while still fucking me.

What were they doing? The stranger sat me on the sofa and suddenly pulled his big cock out of me

. This sudden pull left my vagina feeling infinitely empty, followed by a loud farting sound. I was filled with shame

, but the feeling of emptiness overwhelmed everything: "Don't go, I'm not there yet, I want it." But before I could finish speaking,

Jenny's small feet, encased in blue pantyhose, stretched out and viciously stepped on my genitals, starting to grind

and squeeze them vigorously.

The friction pleasure from the smooth stockings came so suddenly that I couldn't help but scream in surprise, and then, she

actually thrust her long toes hard into my vagina. "Ah...you little slut, you're killing me!"

Jenny 's sudden attack shattered my mental defenses. The friction from the stockings reached my incredibly tender vagina.

Although her toes couldn't penetrate too deeply, that one or two centimeters of intense friction was enough to drive me to the brink of collapse. I

thrust my beautiful black-stockinged flesh in rhythm with her thrusts, while she seized the opportunity to grab one of my black-stockinged legs, using both her hands

and mouth to indulge in

her defilement. I was unwilling to be violated by her like this. Suddenly, Jenny's shapely blue-stockinged calves stretched out

in front of . Without hesitation, I grabbed her calves and eagerly began licking her soles. "Oh...Master,

you black-stockinged slut, you've finally licked my stockinged feet. Lick me raw!" Amid Jenny's lewd moans,

I began to suck on her blue-stockinged toes, while simultaneously caressing her calves. I finally understood why

those villains were so obsessed with my black-stockinged legs and beautiful feet. A beautiful woman's body encased in stockings was indeed

enough to drive one mad. Following Jenny's example, I also inserted my black-stockinged toes into her small, fleshy hole.

Four smooth, silk-stockinged legs intertwined, the two beauties ravaging each other's

genitals with their stockinged feet while licking each other's other stockinged legs. "You little slut, thrust into me harder, I'm about to cum..."

"Black-stockinged slut, I love your black-stockinged feet, I'm going to lick your black stockings to pieces."

This was not a fair fight; the rape by strangers had already exhausted my strength and pushed me

to the brink of orgasm. In the battle with Jenny's stockinged feet, I could only defend myself after a few minutes,

unable to retaliate. Jenny held my black-stockinged legs tightly, licking and playing with them, while fiercely fucking my

hole with her toes. Defeated and unable to fight back, I could only lie on my side on the sofa, groaning and writhing my plump body

in response to her all-out rape. In this one-sided sexual battle, I desperately realized that my uterus was

contracting violently, and my orgasm was imminent.

"Oh...you little slut, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum on your stockinged feet...ooh!" Like a

female beast about to climax, I straightened up, violently twisting my body, offering my huge buttocks to her

stockinged feet, wishing I could insert her entire stockinged foot into my vagina. In fact, I don't even know how many toes she

inserted . My black-stockinged beautiful legs, which she carried on her shoulders, were stretched straight, while my other black-stockinged beautiful leg used

its last strength to rub against her stockinged buttocks. Jenny was now even more frantically thrusting her blue-stockinged beautiful feet into my vagina,

not giving me a chance to fight back, determined to give me the final blow. "Ooh...I cum...I cum!" My mature

uterus contracted violently, and a thick stream of vaginal fluid shot onto Jenny's blue-stockinged feet. Defeated in the foot fetish battle

, I collapsed on the sofa, humiliatingly enjoying the afterglow of being brought to orgasm by a woman's stockinged foot fetish.

"Little slut, as a reward, you should let me fuck you." The stranger grinned as he approached Jenny. Jenny

flinched in terror, crying, "You filthy man, don't touch me with your dirty hands!" "Hahaha, I never expected you, little

beauty to be a lesbian. No problem, I'll give you a lesson in sex education today, so you'll know

what it's like to be with a man." The stranger's massive body embraced the petite Jenny from the front. Jenny desperately

resisted, covering her chest with her hands, but the man gripped her waist and pulled her tightly into his arms. Jenny screamed and collapsed limply onto

the stranger's granite-like, strong, naked body. Then, the man lifted Jenny

's small body, aimed his terrifyingly large penis at her wet, wet vagina, and slammed her body down. The naive

girl was penetrated by the powerful thug, and she let out a desperate scream. Then, the burly

stranger began to hold Jenny's small, round buttocks, raping her while she was standing. This scene

reminded me of the first time I lost my virginity to those thugs. Although I was completely ignorant about homosexuality,

I had far more dealings with men than Jenny. I knew that when a woman's vagina was already incredibly wet

, she couldn't resist the pleasure brought by a thick penis, no matter who that penis belonged to.

Sure enough , during the smooth intercourse, Jenny's curses and screams gradually turned into passionate moans.

Her small feet, encased in blue stockings, tightly gripped the stranger's strong waist, and she began to twist her young body, trying to cooperate with

the man 's thrusts. I knew she was already indulging in lust, and her fate of being fucked to orgasm for the first time was unavoidable.

"Little bitch, is it good?"

"It's killing me, hurry up... hurry up and fuck me to death."

"Tell me, are you a lesbian?"

"I'm not a lesbian, I'm your sex slave, I'm your stocking-clad slut."

The stranger sneered and thrust even more rapidly, Jenny's moans becoming distorted. In this

lewd scene, my hand involuntarily reached down to my genitals, vigorously kneading my

clitoris.

"I...I came, Director, I came to a man!" Jenny cried out in despair, frantically pressing her

round, blue-stockinged buttocks against the stranger's ugly, large penis, then arching back with a long moan,

her long hair flying.

Thick fluid mingled at the point where the man and woman's genitals met; I knew she had climaxed.

The man tossed the post-orgasmic Jenny onto the sofa, turning to stare mockingly at me as I masturbated

, his angry penis swollen to its peak. Clearly, the intercourse that had brought Jenny to her climax hadn't

ejaculated . "Bitch, let's move on to the second half!"

Consumed by burning lust, I had completely abandoned any thought of resistance, instead turning over and sticking out my huge...

Black-stockinged buttocks: "You son of a bitch, come from behind, I want you to fuck me hard from behind."

No foreplay was needed; he thrust his huge, ugly cock directly into my cunt and began

a ferocious thrusting. Because I had already cummed to Jenny's stockinged feet, my cunt was filled with lubrication, perfectly

lubricated , allowing him to easily swallow and release this enormous cock. Unlike Jenny's first time, there was no pain, only

endless, fulfilling satisfaction. The stranger's steel-like abdomen slammed against my plump, black-stockinged buttocks, making a slapping,

lewd sound. His cock was so long and big, especially from behind; it almost reached my

uterus. No wonder Jenny, that little girl, fainted from his fucking. Even I, a seasoned veteran, couldn't withstand

this fierce onslaught. I was being fucked by the stranger using this doggy-style technique, moaning and crying out. My vagina began to

contract desperately in pleasure. This was different from the hazy pleasure I felt during footjob with Jenny; it was real, tangible carnal

satisfaction. The stranger vigorously slapped my plump buttocks, and I, like a mare in mating, let out

excited moans. Suddenly, the stranger grabbed my long, wavy blonde hair, forcing me to tilt my head back,

and then kissed my lips. I passionately offered my tongue to him in a fierce French kiss.

"Black stockings bitch, divorce your husband and become my sex slave."

"No... I won't divorce my husband, give up on that idea."

I still held onto my faith in my husband.

"Damn it." The stranger cursed, releasing my long hair, and his hands reached down from below,

pinching the tips of my two huge breasts, while increasing the pace of his thrusts. I desperately realized that his

penis was getting bigger and bigger, and my uterus was gradually becoming sore, my vaginal contractions were becoming more and more intense, I was really about to

reach orgasm with him.

"Black stockings bitch, divorce your husband and become my sex slave."

"No... no... hurry, I want it."

In the midst of his intense slapping, I maintained my loyalty with the last of my sanity.

"Damn, she really is a hot bastard, that's hot." The stranger was about to lose control. He released my nipples,

straightened his body, and grabbed my two black-stockinged feet in his hands, beginning his final kneading and defilement.

The wonderful touch of the smooth stockings made me lose my mind, and his powerful thrusts hit my cervix with each stroke. My precarious

uterus could not withstand this powerful lashing and penetration, releasing thick streams of fluid in frantic contractions.

"Bastard, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum, fuck me, fuck me to death, I'm almost there."

"Black stockings bitch, are you going to get a divorce or not!" The stranger began his frenzied thrusting, his huge

cock was about to explode, and the massive glans finally smashed open the gates of my uterus, bathing my trembling

womb. This ultimate possession and ravaging finally brought me to orgasm. I raised my proud head, stuck out my plump,

black-stockinged buttocks, and let out a trembling moan: "I...I'm coming!"

My trembling uterus and wet vagina contracted violently together, and thick vaginal fluid gushed out.

"I'll divorce you. I'm your sex slave. I'm your black-stockinged whore. Ah..."

My final declaration of defeat gave the stranger one last thrill. With a roar, the stranger thrust

in two more times, then pressed his penis firmly against my plump, black-stockinged buttocks, shooting all his hot semen into my convulsing uterus.

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