A body dedicated to VIPs

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I collected the money and led Sikong upstairs to the VIP room.

"Nana, your dance tonight was amazing!" Sikong put his arm around my waist, his slightly alcohol-smelling breath close to my ear. "Every man in the room got hard at least twice tonight." "Thank you for the compliment, Boss Si~" The economy is bad these days, everyone's pockets are empty, and customers are very stingy. To squeeze money out of them, I have to work extra hard.

"I come to see your performances every day," I said, as we entered a dimly lit VIP room. "I love watching you naked, just wearing black stockings, twirling around on stage. It's a pity you have so many fans; I rarely manage to squeeze into the front row." "No matter where you sit, I can see you immediately," I locked the door and pulled Sikong to sit on a small sofa. "I only come here with the most manly man in the entire place." "Seeing the hungry looks in those men's eyes, I really wanted to tell them right then and there that I was the one who would satisfy Nana tonight, haha." He took a glass and a bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet on the wall. "Now, I can enjoy your performance all to myself." "The show begins~" I stood in front of him, bending down to take off my four-inch heels; they were so uncomfortable.

"Don't rush, don't rush, I just love high heels and black stockings." Sikong stopped me. "This black bodysuit suits your curvaceous figure perfectly, but it shows all your big breasts, and it doesn't even cover your buttocks. You should take them off first." "You help me zip up~" I winked at him, tossed my shoulder-length hair back, turned around, and swayed my hips, slowly lowering myself until he, sitting on the sofa, could reach the zipper on my back.

Sikong, keeping pace with my rhythm, slowly unzipped the zipper, naturally taking the opportunity to experience my soft, slender waist.

I remained with my back to him, bending over, my buttocks slightly raised, slowly pulling down my tight skirt. This was much more troublesome than taking it off from above, but also much sexier and more provocative. Finally, the skirt passed my buttocks and then slid smoothly down to the floor along my smooth stockings. I kicked the skirt aside, turned to face him, and wore only black stockings, red lace panties, a red bra, and his favorite black high heels.

"Now I want to see your lovely big breasts," Sikong said casually, downing his whiskey in one gulp.

With the bra hooks in front, I bent over, swaying my body, my breasts bouncing in front of him. I pressed my hands against the outer edges of my large breasts, squeezing them together, creating a Mariana Trench in his eyes.

My hands slowly moved to the center, unhooking the bra, but not immediately. I pressed down on the bra cups, kneading my large breasts, and looked up at Sikong with pleading eyes. Only when Sikong nodded did I separate my hands, and my pair of snow-white breasts, freed from the fabric, eagerly sprang out.

I rhythmically twisted my body, following the steps on stage, my hands slowly sliding down my waist from my breasts until I grasped the straps of my thong. Just as he thought I was about to take off my panties, my left hand moved along the straps to the center, slightly pulling the fabric to the side, revealing a glimpse of black amidst the red lace. My right hand returned to the top, supporting my large breasts, my fingers kneading my left nipple, which had already turned red and hardened.

However, Sikong was unwilling to continue. He impatiently put down his wine glass, stood up, and pulled me into his arms, pressing me close. I felt his hardening lower body against my lower abdomen, a slight pain from his thrusts. He buried his head in my large breasts, took a deep breath, and sucked hard on one of my nipples. His hands weren't idle either; he grabbed my panties and pulled them down to my knees, then lifted me and placed me on the small round table beside him, before sitting down on the sofa in front of it.

This small round table was originally meant for us to dance on; it was only slightly higher than the sofa and very close to it. If I sat on the edge of the table and stretched my legs out, I could hook them around Sikong's neck. I'm not saying this to imply the space was cramped, but to boast about how long my legs are. Now, encased in black lace-trimmed, thick stockings, and with the unnecessary addition of high heels, they appeared even longer and more shapely.

I sat on the table, legs spread wide, raised high above my head, my private parts completely exposed to him. Dewdrops still clung to the fuzzy grass, shimmering under the pink light, incredibly alluring. However, Sikong's gaze only lingered there for a moment before immediately shifting upwards to my legs.

My legs were spread apart, and my elastic red lace panties were stretched taut between my knees. I skillfully swung my legs, causing the panties to slide upwards until they reached my ankles. I flicked my left ankle, hooking the panties onto my toes, then straightened my right leg, slightly lifting it to catch the elastic band, pulling it back like a rubber band, aiming at Sikong, and releasing it. The panties flew off my feet with a whoosh, landing on Sikong's... oh dear, an accident, the launch failed. I usually do this trick barefoot, but today I was wearing high heels, and the panties got caught on the heels, then bounced back and wrapped around my ankles, failing to launch.

I felt my face burning, but in Sikong's eyes, perhaps the rosy cheeks only added to my allure. He didn't seem to realize it was a failed move, thinking I was teasing him. So, yelling, "Give it to me now!" he exaggeratedly pounced like a hungry tiger, leaned forward, grabbed my still-dangling underwear along with my left foot, and pulled them to him.

He removed the elastic strip from my ankle, crumpled it into a ball, smelled it, and tossed it aside. Then he picked up my four-inch heeled foot and examined it closely under the light, like admiring a work of art.

"Your feet are so beautiful," Sikong said, grabbing my other foot to admire it as well, "Snow-white and translucent, soft and smooth, as lustrous as jade, as supple as satin~" My feet were clearly covered in black stockings, yet they were snow-white and translucent; I don't know what he was thinking.

He put my feet together, supporting them with one hand, and used the other to stroke my insteps, gradually moving backward to my heels, removing the heels, and then the other foot.

"Your toes are so sexy, the nail polish color is so pretty." The black nylon couldn't hide the bright red on my toenails; instead, it added a layer of alluring charm.

"I love eating rouge." Saying this, Sikong opened his mouth and bit my toe through the stockings.

"Brother Baoyu, you're making me so ticklish~" I thought to myself, thinking how perverted this man was, but I teased him sweetly.

He held my foot and played with it, sucking and licking, even spreading my toes apart, his tongue poking around in the nylon between my toes. Luckily, my stockings were reinforced at the toes, so he didn't tear or bite them.

He then used his teeth to bite the top of my toes and pulled the stockings outwards into a long strip before letting go. Today I was wearing Levante stockings with a shaping effect, 20% elastic fiber content, and they were extremely stretchy. After he pulled them open, they bounced back onto my feet, like a fountain massage, which felt strangely comfortable. Overall, the stockings were wet and slippery from his saliva, sticking uncomfortably to my feet.

I kneaded my large breasts with one hand, while the other hand reached down to caress my private parts, parting my lips with my fingers to fully expose my glistening vulva, making moaning sounds as I tried to attract his attention. But he only glanced at them a few times before focusing all his attention back on my feet, leaving me quite frustrated.

Finally, he stopped his verbal harassment, hoisted my legs onto his neck, rubbed his face against my calves, and unzipped his pants, releasing his already erect penis.

"Your feet are so beautiful, I'm going to fuck your feet first." He said, lifting my legs off his shoulders, grasping each foot in one hand, and clamping his penis between his legs, rubbing it up and down.

So this was the only style he liked, I thought to myself with a sigh. Looks like I'll have a lot of leg exercises to do today.

I pulled my hand away from his, lowered my left leg, lifted his testicles, and gently rotated them. I straightened my right leg, curled my toes, and wrapped my foot around his glans, pressing my sole and heel tightly against his penis, moving it up and down. This position delighted him, making him groan with pleasure. He didn't know what to do with his hands, finally placing them on my legs.

Repeating the same movement for a long time is tiring, and my legs soon started to ache, so I changed to another method. I bent my legs, soles of my feet together, and clamped his penis between my toes, moving it up and down. This position provided the largest friction area, and judging from his expression, he seemed to enjoy it very much.

When my legs got tired, I switched to stroking his penis with the sides of my feet. This position proved less effective, as his hands kept coming over to help, so I guess I wasn't satisfied. So I crossed my legs and used the insteps of my feet to stroke him, which finally made him happy again.

Then, I spread my big toe and used the elastic nylon between my toes to wrap around his penis and stroke it.

This position seemed to be the most popular; Sikong gripped my foot tightly, closed his eyes, and let out a pleasurable moan.

After a while, my toes started to ache. Seeing his blissful expression, showing no sign of stopping, I hesitated, not wanting to spoil his fun. At this moment, his moans grew louder, and his body began to tense. He was about to climax, I saw hope, and immediately mustered my remaining strength, increasing the frequency and stroking harder. I heard him let out a long "howl," push me away, and gasp for breath, but he didn't ejaculate. All my efforts were in vain, and I was disappointed.

After resting for a while, his breathing calmed down. He stood up, hugged me, and then dragged me down onto the sofa.

"Nana, sit on me, I'll be your horse." It sounded nice, but really he just wanted to lie on the bottom and not exert himself.

I straddled him, kneeling on the sofa, and reached out to hold his penis, aiming it at my vagina. Just as I was about to sit on it, he stopped me.

He made me kneel between his legs, then clamp his penis between my thighs. This position was truly agonizing. My knees were on the edge of the sofa, my calves dangling, my thighs leaning forward to completely envelop his penis. I couldn't straighten my upper body to maintain balance; I had to bend forward so he could comfortably play with my large breasts. My entire weight was supported by my knees and my hands, which were braced against the sofa back. I also had to laboriously move my hips, rubbing my thighs against his penis.

"I can skip my usual yoga tonight," I could only console myself.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally relented and offered to change positions. He made me turn around, facing away from him, sit on his lap, and close my legs tightly. His penis entered the gap between my legs from behind.

"Nana, your figure is amazing. Your legs are so tight, there's not a single gap." "With that, he thrust his hips forward, and his entire penis plunged into my thigh, the tip sticking out from the front.

I smiled happily; although I'd heard similar compliments many times, I always felt pleased to hear praise.

But then he continued, 'It's a pity you're too thin; I practically pierced your thigh.' 'Next time I'll find you someone with elephant legs,' I thought to myself, secretly despising him, but I said aloud, 'It's not because I'm thin, but because Mr. Si's penis is so big, much bigger than most people's.' As I spoke, I traced circles on his exposed glans with my finger.

He hummed happily, expressing his regret with joy, 'A big penis is such a hassle.' This position was quite comfortable for me; I didn't need to exert any effort. Sitting on him, I squeezed my legs together, letting him thrust in and out from behind. The stockings on my legs, soaked with the love fluid secreted by his penis, became even smoother and softer, making him even more aroused.

'Nana, I'm going to cum~' he groaned loudly, panting as he spoke to me." "

Come on, come on," I thought excitedly.

"I want to cum in your mouth," he continued, "Turn around, hurry, hurry~" as he pulled his penis out from between my legs. "

This pervert," I thought to myself, turning around and kneeling before him, shoving his rock-hard, trembling penis into my mouth.

But after waiting for a long time, nothing happened. I felt the hard rod in my mouth begin to shrink and soften.

Si Kong's face changed from excitement to frustration. He pulled his penis out, his face flushed, and frantically masturbated, trying to salvage the situation. I was also very frustrated and felt like a failure.

Suddenly, an idea struck me. I stood up, sat on the small round table, raised my left foot, and placed it on Si Kong's penis. I reached my right hand inside the lace trim of my right stocking and pulled it down to my knee.

"Boss Si, the stockings are too tight, they're uncomfortable. Can you take them off for me?" "Saying this, I stretched my toes towards his mouth.

Sikong opened his mouth, grabbed the top of the stocking, and tossed his head back. I cooperated with his movement, removing the stocking from my right leg. As he picked up the stocking and covered his face, beginning to revel in it, I pulled back my left leg and did the same, but this time I didn't need his help and took off the stocking myself.

Then I jumped off the round table, knelt in front of him, wrapped his penis with the removed stocking, and began to masturbate it. His penis seemed to have taken a stimulant and was instantly swollen rapidly in my hand.

My plan had succeeded, and I smiled happily. I put his stocking-clad penis into my mouth, sucking and licking it through the stocking. One hand held his scrotum and played with his testicles, while the other hand stroked the base of his penis. Using all three at once, with both hands and mouth, he quickly couldn't hold back and let out a long, joyful cry. I felt a warm current flow into my mouth through the stocking. Unfortunately, the stocking's waterproof function wasn't quite right, and quite a bit of liquid still seeped through the stocking and into my mouth."

I spat out the soaking wet stockings along with his still-erect penis. He immediately picked up the stockings, crumpled them together with another one, and kneaded them in his hand. He half-reclined on the sofa, eyes closed, breathing heavily, looking quite pleased with himself.

My work was done. Without disturbing him, I picked up my skirt from the corner and hastily put it on, then grabbed my shoes and underwear, carrying them in my hand. I gave him the stockings as a souvenir and tiptoed out of the room.

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