Black stockings housewife

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"Madam, have you lost your mind? We're a gang, you think you can send thugs to fix your house?" "I think you're the one who's lost your mind!" 　　“Tom, let me help you out. I’m afraid this charming lady will poke two holes in your balls with her high-heeled boots.” The middle-aged man stripped naked, revealing his ugly muscles, and sauntered over with a lewd grin. I tried to kick him, but he easily controlled my legs and then removed 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 crotchless black pantyhose and a small black thong, I was completely naked.
“Wow, I guess this lady is a D cup.” “No, boss, I think this bitch is an E cup. How about I measure you?” Amid the taunts of these two thugs, my proud, heavy, huge breasts were lifted up by the black man’s large hands. The black man’s sudden action made me scream, but the sound only earned them more laughter. The two thugs continued their taunts while working in perfect harmony. The black man shoved me violently towards the burly man, and I lost my balance, my full body crashing headfirst into his muscular, naked body. The burly man seized my body, flipped me over, and viciously hugged me to his hairy chest. He fondled and squeezed my left breast with one hand, scraping my round nipple with his rough hand, while simultaneously sucking on my magnificent right breast. The black man, meanwhile, lecherously held my black-stockinged feet, lightly biting and kissing my toes and insteps with his filthy mouth, kneading my calves with his black hands, and then caressing my thighs.
Seeing him drooling onto my open-crotch, 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 how insignificant my strength was in the face 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." Although I said that, I had to admit to myself that my husband's small 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 whore 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 my eyes. "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 them already erect. I realized with horror that my genitals were indeed secreting fluid. No, how could I let these thugs arouse me! I couldn’t face this fact, but my body was honest, its actions betraying me.
The black man’s hand slowly slid down from my large breasts, across my full belly, through my thick forest, finally invading my most intimate part. One hand squeezed my large clitoris, the other slid up and down my full labia. Waves of electric-like pleasure surged through me, and I desperately realized my vagina was contracting slightly. All my strength was gradually drained away, and I became limp, involuntarily leaning against the black man’s strong, hairy naked body.
The fierce resistance ended, and I was held in the black man’s arms, unwillingly enduring this disgusting finger rape. He not only cunningly toyed with my genitals, but also viciously inserted his thick middle finger into my vagina. After prolonged teasing and humiliation, my mature vagina clearly misjudged the situation; it was completely out of my control, passionately gripping and writhing around that thick middle finger. The sudden intrusive pleasure made my breathing rapid and disordered, heavy panting filling the quiet room.
Just as I was lost in ecstasy, the black man seemed to have had enough and it was time to get down to business. He abruptly pressed my upper body onto the table, forcing me to stick out my large buttocks covered in open-crotch black pantyhose, and then, without a word, thrust his previously boastful, thick penis into my vagina. The black man hadn't expected me to be so wet; his long penis slid in more than halfway in, and I was equally surprised. A couple more thrusts, and his testicles were already kissing my labia. His hands weren't idle either, constantly roaming over my full flesh. After their prolonged teasing and toying with me, I was drenched in sweat, my body looking as if coated with olive oil. However, faced with this sudden loss of virginity, I maintained my composure, limiting my reaction to rapid breathing, refusing to utter even a groan to encourage his actions. The large, black penis began to thrust, and my vagina inevitably became overflowing with lustful fluids. I wanted to resist this sinful act, but the thick penis hooked onto my vagina, forcing me to raise my head and arch my back to endure this unfamiliar impact. Gradually, the two unfamiliar bodies became increasingly coordinated and harmonious. I told myself with reason that I was being raped, and my stubbornness wouldn't allow me to make a sound, because that would mean the rapist's complete victory. The black man grabbed my plump, black-stockinged buttocks, letting out a triumphant groan: "Oh, boss, this bitch's cunt is amazing, I'm going to fuck her until she screams for her parents."
The middle-aged man chuckled: "Tom, this bitch is not someone to mess with, you'd better watch out. If you come faster than a woman, we'll have
to share your asshole when we get back." "Fuck." The black man cursed, suddenly tucking his arms under my legs and lifting me up, while his penis continued to bite at my cervix. My tall, athletic figure seemed like a helpless little girl being held to pee by an adult in front of this black iron tower, so humiliated and helpless. "Bitch, let's go to bed." The black man maintained this position, fucking me as he walked towards my husband's and my bedroom. This bastard not only violated me, but also wanted to occupy my husband's private forbidden zone. This extreme sense of humiliation and defeat brought me tremendous psychological stimulation. At this moment, I had to admit that the chaotic rhythm of the thrusting was a strange pleasure I had never experienced before. My elastic vagina was being haphazardly poked and prodded by his erect penis, a mixture of fear and pleasure. I tried desperately to suppress my reaction, but I failed. As he lifted me to sit on the edge of the bed, I finally broke my vow and couldn't help but let out a soft, satisfied moan.
"Oh..." This low moan didn't escape the ears of the two seasoned sex veterans. "Tom, this bitch's getting hot." The black man remained silent, instead lifting my large buttocks and then suddenly letting go. Although I tightened my vaginal muscles in an attempt to resist his intrusion, my already overflowing vagina was powerless to stop the penetration of his penis. His large, thick cock suddenly pierced my aroused clitoris. "Oh!" I could no longer control my instinctive reaction and let out a real moan. The black man seized this opportunity, grabbing my muscular waist, lifting me up and pressing me down hard, penetrating my vagina again and again. "No... ah... oh..." The black man's sudden and fierce attack broke down my physical defenses. My throat was out of control, and I involuntarily let out an instinctive moan. Regardless of whether it was rape or sex, this was the most normal reaction of a woman's body when it received great physiological satisfaction. My husband had never possessed me so fiercely, never. The black man pressed his advantage, squeezing my black-stockinged, plump buttocks and beginning a rhythmic, powerful thrusting. I knew our sexual intercourse had entered the real stage. I tried to grit my teeth and endure this intense humiliation, but he had already gained the upper hand, leaving me utterly defeated. "Ah...oh...ah!" My moans were like a flood breaking through a dam; I couldn't control myself. His thick, coarse pubic hair repeatedly breached the defenses of my black stockings, directly poking my plump buttocks and anus, a slight sting, yet filled with a fresh and stimulating sensation. I knew I could no longer maintain the facade of chastity, so I simply abandoned futile restraint and resistance, letting out passionate moans that even I couldn't believe. No, this won't do. I'm bound to be brought to orgasm by this black man! I desperately reminded myself: being raped was 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 man's performance in bed was far superior to my husband's, and in just a few minutes he had given me a physical pleasure that my husband could never provide, I warned myself not to indulge in it. Sex is like poison. If I were to ejaculate into him, I think I would become addicted to this immoral intercourse, willingly becoming their sex slave. If things are beyond repair, then I can only end it all as quickly as possible.
This wasn't a harmonious and fulfilling sexual encounter, but a fierce sexual battle. Both sides were using every trick in the book to try and get the other to climax quickly, to gain the upper hand. Although he controlled my voluptuous body, we were still equals. I could fully utilize my sexual skills to control his bulging, veiny penis.
I sat on the black man, my two shimmering black-stockinged feet pressing against his muscular black thighs, actively stroking his angry, large penis up and down. He, on the other hand, gripped the waist of my open-crotch pantyhose, like riding a wanton mare. Forgive me, husband, I didn't want to have sex with him; I just wanted to end it all as soon as possible. Amidst heavy breathing, I used my last strength to maintain my sanity, silently pleading for my husband's forgiveness, and then, as calmly as possible, skillfully manipulating his penis. In the intense friction of flesh against flesh, I could clearly feel his hard penis swelling even more, while my wet vagina began 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 seemed to have seen through my attempt to make him ejaculate quickly. He once again used his thick black arms to lift my plump, black-stockinged legs, raising my fleshy body, and began to thrust forcefully. My body was suspended in mid-air, my massive buttocks slamming relentlessly against his hard, hairy abs. This extremely passive situation gave me immense stimulation. I was being relentlessly fucked, crying out repeatedly, "Oh, no...it's too hard...husband, he's hitting my G-spot...ah! I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum for this black man! Husband, I tried my best, I'm so sorry..." I desperately realized that my body was recklessly enjoying 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 done too. I
couldn't just give in like this. I stubbornly stared at the middle-aged man, his ugly face arousing 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 beneath me 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 although I was 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 in the end the black man could not withstand the intense stimulation and was defeated unwillingly by the full and sexy body on my body, he pushed his penis to the deepest point at the last moment. This thorough abuse almost made me betray my husband and reach orgasm. At this moment, barely managing to maintain 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 I squeezed my two beautiful legs together, clad in black stockings, I couldn't stop his large hands from grabbing my calves, which shimmered with the black stockings, and spreading my shapely legs, which were covered in crotchless black stockings. The naked middle-aged man pushed me down onto the bed I shared with my husband, and once again penetrated my muddy vagina with his thick penis. My vagina was filled with my vaginal fluid and the black man's semen, so he didn't need any foreplay and went all the way in. His heavy body pressed down on my full flesh, one hand restraining my hands, while the other hand kept roaming back and forth on my huge breasts and my large buttocks covered in black stockings. Clearly, he had been coveting my voluptuous body for a long time. His thick, long penis rapidly and deeply plowed my fertile field, and soon my plump, juicy cunt began to throb uncontrollably. "Fuck you... oh, oh!" I cursed this ugly man with every vile word I could muster, only to find, to my dismay, that my curses gradually transformed into excited moans under his powerful thrusts. Yes. As the middle-aged man's strong abdominal muscles rolled over my hairy pubic area and full, soft belly like treadmills, I knew I had been completely conquered, subconsciously and willingly surrendering myself to him. Sensing my inconsistency, the experienced man revealed a smug smile. Suddenly, he grabbed my long, wavy blond hair and fiercely kissed my thick, sexy lips. I gritted my teeth, resisting the invasion of that filthy mouth, but he cunningly pinched my nipples, which were already swollen and almost bursting with milk. The sudden stimulation made me open my mouth. He seized the opportunity, forcing his large tongue through my teeth and into my mouth, wrapping it around my tongue. This time, I had no intention of escaping. Instead, I passionately let him suck my tongue, even uncontrollably extending my own tongue to intertwine with that ugly, large tongue.
The middle-aged man held my small mouth in his mouth and began rhythmic and forceful thrusting. Although the frequency was not fast, it was solid and firm. "Ugh..."
I involuntarily kissed him passionately while struggling wildly with my last bit of reason. However, I realized with despair that my frantic twisting only caused my sexy vagina to be brutally stirred by that thick, hard penis, leaving me helplessly submerged in a sea of pleasure. Finally, after my struggles were repeatedly crushed by his powerful suppression and thrusting, lust finally broke through the shackles of reason. I shamelessly thrust my black-stockinged, plump buttocks, joyfully welcoming his thrusts. At that moment, I knew I could no longer control my lust, and my fate of being fucked to orgasm by these hooligans was irreversible.
Realizing I was aroused, the burly man released my mouth and instead lifted one of my plump arms, beginning to viciously thrust and suck on my hairy armpit. When yet another sensitive spot fell into the hands of a stranger, I finally gave up all resistance, letting out a wanton cry of pleasure: "Oh, oh! Husband, he's ravaged my clitoris, I'm giving it all to him!" These complete strangers had stripped away my mask of chastity and reserve, giving me a shameful pleasure. A self-destructive thought of surrendering all my most vulnerable and secret places to strangers for their defilement and abuse filled my mind; I even felt a treacherous pleasure in betraying my husband.
"Bitch, give me your black-stockinged feet," came the black man's voice 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 sucking on each of my toes inside the stockings while forcefully squeezing my shapely calves. The sensitive spaces between my toes rubbed intensely against his rough tongue through the stockings, an indescribable, shameful pleasure. My small, delicate toes desperately tried to escape this humiliating pleasure, but he held my calves tightly, finally forcing me to submit. In the end, my beautiful black-stockinged feet became his complete captives, my taut toes willingly becoming his tongue's sexual partners. He sucked on my toes while massaging the soles of my feet, and I was finally brought to the arousal by this experienced foot fetishist. "You...no, those black stockings belong to my husband, you can't...it feels so good when you lick my feet, stop licking, I'm about to...ah!" Like many men, my husband adores black stockings. He insists I wear them every time we make love, and he's bought me a whole closet full of expensive stockings. The ones I'm wearing now are his prized possessions. And now, his beloved wife is having sex with a group of thugs while wearing his favorite shiny, open-crotch black stockings, and her sexy, rounded black stockings have become their plaything for their lust. What will he think if he knows? The perverse pleasure brought on by this guilt is growing stronger. Finally, he spat out my toes and rubbed his semi-erect penis, which had just ejaculated, against the soles of my feet. The disgusting feeling from before was gone. When I felt his shrunken penis gradually become erect again under the friction of the stockings, I felt a perverse stimulation and satisfaction. When he tucked my black-stockinged feet between his legs and squeezed his tight, muscular scrotum, I finally couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan, and then I took the initiative to perform footjob on him.
The black man caressed my stockinged calves and arches, enjoying the pleasure of me actively rubbing my scrotum with my toes, and then let out a satisfied sigh. The smooth sensation through the stockings also filled me with immense pleasure. Thighs, calves, heels, arches, toes—every inch of the stockings seemed to bring an extraordinary sense of satisfaction, something I had never imagined. It was unbelievable that I would share this pleasure of footjob with this ugly black man. Meanwhile, the big man didn't stop his assault on me; his long, thick penis thrust faster and faster, and the two strong bodies made a series of loud, slapping sounds as they fused together. "Ah, ah! Fuck you, oh!" My curses mingled with lewd moans. At this moment, the burly man insulted and seduced me in a lewd tone: "Madam, you're just a big-ass slut. You pretend to be virtuous, but I know all you want is to be fucked." "No... I'm not pretending to be virtuous... Ah!" "You dress like a prostitute just to have your big ass fucked raw and your black-stockinged feet played with. You want someone to lick your black-stockinged feet, to squeeze your black-stockinged feet and fuck you hard from behind, right?" He pulled his penis all the way out and thrust it in hard again. My tender vulva was thoroughly humiliated once more, yet it unknowingly responded with joy, vigorously massaging his penis with seductive charm, bringing him the pleasure of conquest. "Ah? Ah... Ah!" I moaned wantonly and unrestrainedly, unconsciously pulling back my black-stockinged legs that were being played with by the black man, and instead clamping them tightly around the burly man's strong waist. My voluptuous, fair body clashed violently with the muscular body of the burly man. My rounded thighs, encased in glossy black stockings, rubbed intensely against his hairy thighs. My toes, also encased in black stockings, curled inwards. Like a vigorous female beast, I responded wildly to the burly man's humiliation and possession. "Slut, do you want me to fuck you to death? Is your husband stronger than me?" I could no longer restrain the immense, shameful satisfaction I was experiencing, both physically and mentally. Under his filthy teasing, my reason finally collapsed, and I let out an obscene cry that I myself could hardly believe: "You're stronger! You're a hundred times stronger than him! You bunch of sons of bitches, fuck me, play with me, fuck my cunt to pieces, play with my black-stockinged feet to pieces, make me orgasm!" I impulsively brought my lips to his and passionately kissed the thug who was violently raping me. These strong thugs completely satisfied my need to be ravaged and abused. Compared to my weak husband, they had enough power to possess my voluptuous and fiery body.
Wearing sexy and obscene lingerie, being raped to orgasm by strangers in my own home—this is the sex every woman dreams of, and I was experiencing it firsthand. How could I not be excited?
"Ugh, fuck you... I can't take it anymore, husband, I'm going to cum!" Under the burly man's masterful lovemaking techniques, I finally betrayed my husband completely. I think I was willingly craving to be played with to the peak of my body. I suddenly stuck out his tongue and began to moan loudly as my vagina contracted violently. My delicate toes, smooth insteps, and long, plump legs in black stockings stretched into a straight line, tightly gripping his waist, while my lower body firmly sucked on his penis, preparing for the arrival of orgasm. But at this moment, this cunning veteran of the sex scene realized my body's reaction, stopped moving, sat down on the bed, and pulled me up. On the verge of climax, I lost all control and pounced on him without waiting for his command. He held 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, as if to punish my earlier resistance and prevent me from achieving final satisfaction.
"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 huge buttocks down. In an instant, his thick, long penis was completely inside my vagina. "Ah..." "Oh!" We both let out a joyful groan at the same time. Then, he squeezed my buttocks tightly and began to rape me again in the position of Guanyin sitting on a lotus. The sound of strong thighs and plump buttocks colliding was loud and clear. In the violent contractions, I could feel my buttocks and thighs getting cold. I guessed that the love fluid splashed from my vagina had soaked through the stockings on my thighs.
"Ah...ah...oh! Ahhh...!" Lost in the ecstasy of intercourse, I was like a wanton female knight, rising and falling with the rhythm of the middle-aged man, my long, golden, wavy hair swinging 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 suck, vigorously stroking his thick shaft adorned with thick pubic hair, 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.
"Useless idiot, leave your cock in this bitch's ass." The big 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 on him.
His hands cupped my huge, round buttocks, our genitals pressed tightly together, and then he defiantly lowered his head: "Bitch, kiss me." I obediently leaned in and extended my tongue for a passionate French kiss. He stood there, rhythmically thrusting his muscular male body, and I swayed violently to his rhythm, twisting my waist to match his assault.
"Oh, oh, ah?!" The middle-aged man's large hands roughly kneaded my huge buttocks, which were covered in sexy stockings, and suddenly he began to tease my anus, which was soaked with my own juices. Although my body had already pleasurably accepted this kind of intercourse, my remaining pride still made it impossible for me to accept this sudden stimulation. "Bastard, it's dirty there, it won't do!" Amid my moans, the middle-aged man's middle finger, still dripping with my own juices, penetrated my anus. My tight rectum immediately clamped down on his thick middle finger, and I could feel two thick objects responding to each other inside my body, separated only by a thin layer of flesh. "Bastard, how dare you put it in my ass... ah, so good..." This group of thugs seemed to want to completely destroy and possess me; they didn't spare an inch of my skin. My last secret place had also fallen. Now I had given everything that belonged to my husband to a stranger. Was I really just a promiscuous bitch? My muscular body throbbed wildly in the strong arms of the middle-aged man, reveling in this unfamiliar pleasure of being completely penetrated. Our thick pubic hair was 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. The middle-aged man was thrusting too hard and too deep. I'm sure my husband wouldn't have the strength to have sex with me in this position, and now, after two minutes of fucking me, this extremely stimulating position, this overly intense rhythm, was even too much for this seasoned sex veteran to handle.
"Tom, send this bitch on her way!" The man suddenly stopped. I was still wondering what was happening, hovering on the edge of orgasm, when suddenly I felt a pair of hands on my 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 plump buttocks. Although I tried to clench my buttocks to resist his intrusion, the strength of his four large hands forced me to spread completely apart. His large, veiny penis grotesquely snaked forward, finally penetrating my tight, warm rectum completely. At this moment, I felt like a roasted chicken on a stick, my entire body taut, my two already enormous breasts swollen to their apex, my nipples erect as thick as a thumb, throbbing 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 nipples, and I felt my juices gush out.
The black man let out a long breath, forcefully cupped my breasts, and began to thrust violently. His penis suddenly withdrew, causing my anus to turn outwards, then plunged in all the way to the root, as if he wanted to churn my internal organs to pieces. "Bitch, give me your black stockings." I groaned during anal sex, obediently following the black man's command, clamping my knees around his waist, then bending my black stockings backward, willingly offering them to him for his defilement. This series of actions brought a subtle change to our sexual position, making me feel even more helpless; my last point of leverage seemed to be my vagina and anus.
"Bitch, I'm going to cum on your black stockings." The foot fetishist black man had won a great victory today. When my perverse desires were met with my passionate response, he forcefully spread my tightly closed toes through my stockings with his large hands, rubbing them wantonly, while simultaneously thrusting his hips forcefully, attacking my anus with all his might. The sensitive toes were being forcibly massaged through the stockings, a rough yet strange pleasure washing over me. I groaned, twisting my toes, clamping his rough fingers together, and involuntarily bending and stretching my calves to cooperate with his foot rape. My large, rounded buttocks and shapely calves, faintly visible through my black stockings, provided a strong visual stimulus to the black man. I could feel his penis growing increasingly erect in my rectum, and my wanton intestinal fluids mingling with his constantly applied vaginal fluids made this anal rape increasingly harmonious and coordinated. Like a virgin experiencing sex for the first time, as the fear and pain subsided, an unprecedented, overwhelming pleasure suddenly surged through me—a humiliating pleasure of being utterly and completely violated. This sinful thought was so intense that it made my whole body tremble. At this moment, the middle-aged man, understanding perfectly, used his last bit 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 crotchless opening, was being raped by two burly men, one black and one white. This bizarre and obscene scene of sexual intercourse would be the final act of the twilight sex drama.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!" The intense pleasure of being penetrated in both my vagina and rectum simultaneously left me disoriented. My entire black-stockinged buttocks were being kneaded and squeezed by the big man, while my small feet, encased in black stockings, were being played with by the black man behind me. The intense pleasure brought by this strong physical and mental humiliation made me feel like I was ascending to heaven. "Bitch, am I stronger than your husband?" "Waaah, you're stronger, you're a hundred times stronger than my husband!" "You big-assed black-stockinged bitch, what about me?" "Black husband, my black-stockinged feet and black-stockinged buttocks are all yours, fuck my asshole raw, shoot through my stockings."
"Don't do it all at once, I can't take it anymore, ah!" My voluptuous and healthy female body was being fucked by two strong men sandwiched between them. These two scoundrels clearly had prior coordination; they either thrust in and out alternately, or they attacked my vitals together. Seemingly to punish my earlier fierce resistance, these two thugs skillfully controlled the rhythm of their intercourse, sometimes satisfying me with rapid thrusts, sometimes slowing down to seduce and tease me, making me willingly offer my plump, black-stockinged buttocks for them to fuck. These two bastards flaunted their superior sexual skills, fucking me until I was completely disarmed, moaning incessantly. I then realized that my fierce resistance had only served to give them a sense of conquest through their feigned indifference.
Under this intense rhythm of rape, my husband's impotence had long since become blurred and insignificant. My full buttocks were constantly poked by the black man's pubic hair, my swollen nipples rubbed against the man's stiff chest hair, every erogenous zone on my body was in their hands, I felt like I was about to be fucked to death, and in less than five minutes, I was completely conquered by them. "Ah, ah! Husband, I'm sorry, I'm theirs now! I've given them my black stockings and my asshole, 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, forcefully pulled on my pantyhose waist, and thrust his big black cock deep into my asshole, shooting his hot bullet into my tender rectum. "Ah!" The scalding semen burned my rectum, and we both let out obscene moans at the same time. At this moment, my trembling, contracting vagina was repeatedly and mercilessly breached by the man, and my swollen, contracting uterus could not withstand the rapid and deep thrusting of the penis. Finally, after the cervix was hit several times solidly by the penis, it trembled and ejaculated a full load of vaginal fluid that had been accumulating for a long time. "Husband, I'm sorry, it felt so good, I came from being fucked, I came from being fucked!" The long-awaited climax finally arrived. The proud and fiery me finally bowed down completely to the rogue's crotch, wholeheartedly enjoying the humiliating pleasure of being fucked to orgasm. In the instant of orgasm, I tightly hugged the middle-aged man's back with my plump arms, my two smooth, black-stockinged thighs, now free, tightly clamped around his waist, my full, black-stockinged buttocks pressing down hard, wishing that his thick cock would tear me apart.
"Ah! I'm going to die from orgasm, cum to my core!" I trembled as I stroked the middle-aged man's strong back, actively rubbing my large breasts against his hairy chest, my large buttocks in black stockings throbbing as if electrocuted, stroking that thick cock at a speed I myself couldn't believe. "Oh, oh!" Amidst my sensual and lewd moans, under the shameless squeezing of my genitals, the burly man was about to lose control. His final, desperate thrusts slammed into my cervix, sending me from one peak to another, endlessly. "Oh, you black-stockinged bitch, your big, fat ass is squeezing me to death, I can't take it anymore!" "Ah, ah! God, dear husband, I've come again! It feels so good, shoot inside me, shoot me to death, I want to be pregnant with your bastard child!"
I actively rubbed my voluptuous legs, encased in smooth, glossy black stockings, against his strong waist and hips, my two small, black-stockinged feet stretched straight, toes curled inward. In the throes of orgasm, I was like a wanton female beast chasing after the pleasure of release; my voluptuous, healthy body craved the penetration of a stranger's hot semen. Having been raped to the point of ecstasy by this rogue, I knew that in this high-quality intercourse, his robust sperm might combine with my beautiful egg, impregnating me with a filthy bastard child, giving my husband the ultimate cuckoldry, but I was already powerless to resist. This obscene declaration of pregnancy and wild actions clearly ignited the middle-aged man's desire to ejaculate. Finally, under the intense contractions and seductive wild moans of my vagina, the middle-aged man began to tremble before ejaculation. At this moment, I perfectly timed my two smooth, dark-stockinged legs to clamp his thighs, adding pressure to him. The smooth, comfortable sensation from the friction finally made this cunning, seasoned sex veteran abandon all restraint and unleash his full power. He captured my small mouth, passionately kissing me, his thick tongue swirling wildly in my delicate oral cavity, while his rough hands forcefully kneaded my large buttocks encased in dark black pantyhose, groaning as he ejaculated hot, thick semen.
"Ah! Ugh!" A surge of heat washed over me; the pleasure of being penetrated by a stranger felt like an electric shock, causing my uterus to spasm violently.
My voluptuous body trembled, my two beautiful legs in black stockings trembled, and my shameless vagina trembled even more violently, squeezing his thick penis, forcing him to ejaculate as he thrust. The middle-aged man let out an incredibly pleasurable groan, and as wave after wave of thick semen was squeezed into my trembling, thirsty womb, I stuck out his tongue, my head thrown back as if electrocuted, my long, golden, wavy hair flying wildly: "So good, you're fucking me to death, you shot so deep, you've made my belly so big, ah!"
A fierce battle of flesh came to an end, the voluptuous, beautiful blonde woman completely collapsing, utterly defeated, under the teasing and thrusting of the two thugs.
I, wearing tattered, shiny, open-crotch black stockings, obediently knelt between the middle-aged man's legs, actively using my delicate little mouth to clean his dirty, semi-erect penis after ejaculation, while the black man mischievously scooped out the dirty semen from my vagina and anus, smearing it on my smooth, black-stockinged, plump buttocks, thighs, and toes. I felt no disgust, but instead let out a cloying groan. Suddenly, a pressure came from my anus. The black man's penis, within minutes, had become erect again, brazenly penetrating my rectum once more. With a tearing sound, he ripped my pantyhose, exposing my entire large, white buttocks. I tried to struggle, but it was useless. The black man, like a wild beast, tightly controlled my slender waist and plump buttocks, making escape impossible. I was like a fat sheep on a chopping board, awaiting the butcher's final verdict. Finally, the black man chose my anus. As my anus was completely stretched open and my rectum was slowly penetrated inch by inch, the lust that had just subsided reignited. "Ah, ah, you bastard, you beast! You've made me lose control so many times, how come you're hard again? You're so amazing! My asshole feels again!" The immense physical pleasure made me cry out, sticking out my plump buttocks, trying my best to cooperate with his powerful thrusts. The black man was clearly stunned by the magnificent white buttocks before him. He sighed and stroked my smooth, black-stockinged thighs, now utterly defiled: "Bitch, this time I'm going to cum inside your stockings!" "Ah!
Ah! Don't cum inside my stockings! I've given you my pussy, leave my black-stockinged feet for my husband! Please!" The black man sneered, then actually picked up my two smooth black-stockinged feet and began to knead and thrust in and out again. "Ugh! You've played with my black-stockinged feet again, you bastard...
So good, please let me cum again!" The lewd pleasure from my anus and soles of my feet made my mind go blank. I struggled to support my body on my knees, moaning and groaning as I took the middle-aged man's magnificent testicles into my mouth.
After holding onto my chastity for an hour, my body finally couldn't withstand their defilement and desecration. I humiliatingly admitted that this was a high-quality sexual encounter, willingly becoming their plaything and sex slave.
Chapter Two
Open the car window, close the car window, then open the car window again. I don't know what the point of this repetitive action is, or if it's just a way to mask my inner anxiety. "Luna, you..." My husband beside me cast a worried glance. Whenever I'm in a bad mood and he doesn't dare to ask, his eyes look like a trembling bear. At this moment, I had no mood to pay attention to him; I 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, forced to experience her first anal and footjob, and, even worse, their masterful teasing and sexual techniques made me willingly ejaculate, completely losing my dignity and becoming a complete captive in that perfect act of 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, ugly face of the middle-aged man sitting in the back. 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 pounded, 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 lovemaking 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 before. Hey sir, have you ever had anal sex with your wife?"
"No." My clueless husband answered such a lewd question with such composure, without a trace of emotion, which infuriated me to the point of near explosion. I dared not utter a sound, clinging to a sliver of hope that he probably couldn't tell that the incredibly obscene moans he'd just made came from his beloved wife. After all, when we make love, my moans are always extremely soft and restrained.
The shopping trip went smoothly. Although this scoundrel occasionally leered at my large breasts, ample buttocks, and plump thighs bound by my thin shirt, he ultimately didn't touch me. However, on the way back, 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 had barely started moving when it stopped abruptly at the burly man's shouts. I glanced curiously out the window, and a strong sense of foreboding washed over me.
The black man from yesterday, eating a hot dog, had greeted us enthusiastically, accompanied by a punk-haired thug who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen. Once the car stopped, the two men opened the doors on either side and got into the back seat, squeezing me in the middle.
"Thank you, sir. We'll definitely fix your roof today," the black man said, acting as if he knew my husband well. My husband just grunted in response and started the engine again.
The air was thick with the stench of men, a smell I utterly loathed, yet I had to admit that I had been aroused by it yesterday, ultimately enjoying a remarkably high-quality sexual encounter. If the ugly middle-aged man was a master opportunist, sneaking up on me yesterday after my intense sexual encounter with the black man, 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 cast his lustful gaze on my plump, shimmering black-stockinged thighs, 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 this true master. After yesterday's intense sexual intercourse, they had come to believe that 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, roll down the window." I was ordering my husband around, but the black man sitting to my left volunteered eagerly, "I'll do it, honey. Hey, which button? This one? Or this one?" While fiddling with the car door, his hand slipped, and half a hot dog fell onto my lap. Instantly, my smooth black stockings were stained with disgusting salad dressing. My heart skipped a beat; that hot, sticky, familiar feeling reminded me of yesterday when he ejaculated and smeared his thick semen on my black-stockinged buttocks and thighs.
I was stunned for a few seconds before I burst into fury: "How can you be so blind, you—" Before I could finish speaking, the black man eagerly and naturally scooped up my plump black-stockinged thighs with his large, thick hands, then began wiping them with a tissue, and then greedily kneaded them. His sudden attack made me lose my balance, and I fell into the arms of the scoundrel on my right.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. Oh, your stockings are a different style from yesterday's, but thankfully they still feel great. Were yesterday's stockings 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 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. My thighs, tightly wrapped in black stockings, were quickly and easily controlled by him. 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 trapped in a pincer movement, I was powerless to stop their lewd acts. Soon, the black man positioned me lying on my side in the back seat, while the thug ripped my tight, see-through shirt and the black bra covering my enormous breasts, viciously squeezing my full nipples.
"Damn, this slut's tits are huge, one hand can't even hold them," the thug clicked his tongue, his face full of glee. I realized with despair that my nipples were gradually becoming erect under his skillful fondling.
"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 in the passenger seat. The man greedily and perversely sniffed one shoe, while pointing the other at my husband: "Keep driving, sir. Tom and the others are going to put on the 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 read his gaze; I had no idea 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; my proud, large breasts swayed wildly as he slapped them, yet they stood even more proudly erect, defiantly resisting 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 for these strong men. 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 his long, thin pubic hair as I began to perform oral sex on him.
He gripped my blond hair, controlling the frequency of my blows. My large breasts slammed against his firm thighs, making a series of thumping sounds—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 grasped my black-stockinged legs, beginning to play with them wantonly.
Under this double desecration, my breathing quickened, and my body began to writhe against the constraints of reason, a burning passion rising from my womb. I realized with despair that my genitals were leaking fluid; I was beginning to enjoy this double-edged sword.
Although yesterday's debauchery had made my voluptuous, mature body accept the ownership of the black man and the big man, regarding them as my de facto husbands, reason still told me that this was a depraved, demonic act when my real husband was sitting right in front of me. 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 the opportunity and viciously bit down on the thug's pungent glans. The smug thug never expected me to dare to resist so fiercely. He screamed, and his penis immediately 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; he released the accelerator but didn't press the brake. At that moment, the black man brutally 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, my body convulsing uncontrollably. Control over my body had been shattered; a golden, foul-smelling liquid gushed from my lower body. I had lost control of my bladder, squeezed by this filthy black man, right in my own car.
“You said you wouldn’t hurt my wife.” The husband’s voice was clearly angry, but the middle-aged man interrupted him: “We just want to have some fun with her, you know she wants that too. This bitch asked for it, 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 and then play you to death.” The black man flipped my almost naked body over like a fat ewe waiting to be slaughtered, making me lie on my back, then spread my two plump and shapely black-stockinged thighs and brought them to my crotch. He tore off my already soaking wet thong and then took my injured clitoris into his filthy mouth.
I had no strength left to resist his actions; his brutality had not only destroyed my strength but also my will and courage to resist. At this moment, I, so bold and proud, knew deeply that I was their sex slave, and a slave must never resist his master, or he would suffer merciless punishment from him.
Despite my deep hatred for this black man, I had to admit that his patient and superb oral skills were completely disproportionate to his burly physique. His loving and tender oral sex techniques far surpassed those of my husband. The memories of brutal possession, savage ravaging, cruel harm, and undignified urination should have filled me with hatred for him, but his considerate and tender oral sex revealed another side of him. My defenses were gradually crumbling, and an impulse to resign myself to his manipulation was rising within me.
The black man held my injured, urine-soaked clitoris in his mouth, gently rubbing and massaging it with his tongue, sometimes lightly biting it. Under the nourishment of his saliva, the burning pain in my lower body gradually subsided, and a tingling, sweet sensation 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.
Amidst my increasingly heavy and rapid breathing, he would sometimes gently suckle my clitoris, like a baby nursing, 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 to this ugly black man at such close range; even the slightest contraction of my vagina couldn't escape his eyes. This physical humiliation destroyed my self-esteem. I desperately realized that my vagina was contracting more and more powerfully under his defilement, as if yearning for the invasion of a hard object. I humiliatingly enjoyed the intense pleasure brought by this oppressive oral sex, powerless to resist. The only thing 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 lifted my hips, offering my enormous ass to his dark hands. He held one of my huge buttocks, clad in black stockings, in one hand, then pressed his mouth against my vagina and began to suck hard. “Oh—fuck you, oh—” I felt his powerful sucking would suck my insides out of my vagina. At the same time, he began to skillfully knead my fat, black-stockinged buttocks, this obscene play awakening memories of yesterday’s events. The pleasure from the rape-like oral sex was almost suffocating me, and my two plump, black-stockinged thighs, which he had hoisted onto his shoulders, began to involuntarily clamp around his head, stretching from my delicate toes to my shapely calves into a straight line.
The ugly face of the black man stimulated me through the smooth, silky stockings at the base of his thighs, and at this moment I anxiously hoped that he would insert his thick tongue into my cunt. “Fuck you, play with me, fuck me.” I lewdly begged him for pleasure, but he just licked and teased, deliberately refusing to grant my wish. The middle-aged man and the young thug swallowed hard, admiring the alluring black-stockinged thighs, and began to masturbate.
"Damn, Tom's got some skills. I want to cum on this slut's black-stockinged legs too." Under the intense visual stimulation of my beautiful black-stockinged legs, the young thug became erect again. He held his hard, pointed penis in front of me, and I, with nowhere else to vent, eagerly grabbed it before he could even give the order and began to suck on it vigorously. His sparse pubic hair prickled my beautiful, sexy face, but I felt no aversion and even began to give him a deep throat. The black man's oral sex had destroyed my reason, yet he was unmoved by my lewd moans and groans. My lower body was burning with desire, and I didn't know what to do, so I sucked on the young thug's penis even more forcefully to relieve my burning lust.
Suddenly, the black man changed his oral sex technique. He took a deep breath and blew hard into my vagina, as if he were using my vagina and uterus as a giant balloon. My inner cavity swelled to its limit with his powerful breathing, then contracted. At first, it was a forced contraction, but after a few times, he aroused me to contract it voluntarily. This sudden, pleasurable contraction shattered my psychological defenses. I finally lost control in front of my husband, being played with by another man, 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 rubbed my other thigh against his back. My black-stockinged feet rubbed intensely against his muscular back, and this smooth pleasure made his oral movements even more powerful, which also made me more excited. Sweet fluid gushed out of my vagina, and with trembling hands, I grabbed his hair and forcefully shoved it into my empty vagina.
"Tom, have you had enough? Let's get down to business." The neglected scoundrel was clearly impatient. The black man's superb oral skills forced me to stop serving him. At this moment, he wanted to quickly bathe his long, pointed penis in the love juice of my vagina.
"Okay, okay, you idiot who hasn't even grown all his pubic hair yet." The black man sat up sullenly, took off his pants, revealing his already erect, large black penis. "Bitch, sit on me." I was burning with lust and 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 waist insidiously, and his thick penis pierced my clitoris. "Oh, fuck your mother." The sudden attack shattered my physical defenses. The painful yet pleasurable penetration made me scream wildly, and my juices flowed freely.
Then, the black man grabbed my two plump arms and forcefully pulled me into his arms. This position forced my black-stockinged, fleshy buttocks to press tightly against his hard lower abdomen, and his penis slid in all the way to the end. I cried out repeatedly from this tight position, uncontrollably twisting my black-stockinged, fleshy buttocks from side to side, enjoying the intense pleasure brought by the huge glans and an unknown spot inside my vagina. The black man then released my arms and began to caress and knead my plump, shapely calves and plump, black-stockinged feet. My full body was once again defiled and violated. Although I hated this experience to the core, I had to admit that I had been looking forward to this moment all night, anticipating these thugs' renewed favor.
The black man didn't thrust; our bodies were 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, 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. I straightened up, my two large 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's about to cum, don't let her off so easily." The black man understood, maliciously releasing my black-stockinged legs and lifting my stockinged buttocks with his large hands.
"No, don't go, please." He ignored my burning pleas and pulled his penis out of my body. "Pfft," "Pfft," my vagina made a loud, farting sound, a sign of my violent contractions from being fucked. This extreme humiliation made me blush with shame, not knowing how to explain it to my husband.
In my daze, the black man grabbed my full waist with his two 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." My two black-stockinged feet stepped on his black legs, slowly sinking my muscular body down, pressing my plump buttocks down. Although my anus had been deflowered by him yesterday, and although the overflowing love juice was enough to lubricate anal sex, when my tight, long rectum was filled with his penis again, we both let out a satisfied groan at the same time. It was the pleasure of flesh rubbing against flesh, and a praise for this hard-won anal sex.
The black man let out a long breath, forcefully slapping the huge, black-stockinged buttocks in front of him, as if riding a wanton mare. With his violent thrusts, my anus was rubbed raw by the layers of skin on his large, black penis. This humiliating rape brought boundless physical and psychological satisfaction, making me unable to control myself. "Ah—oh—ah!" My moans, sometimes heavy, sometimes high-pitched, drowned out the car engine. I had to admit, my anus was so sensitive and wanton; every time the black man increased the force or changed the angle, it accurately reached my rectum. This humiliating pleasure was indescribable.
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 front hole." I could no longer control my surging lust and began to actively beg the scoundrel for pleasure. Since I had already betrayed my husband and could never be forgiven, I let go, wanting to fully enjoy this moment of immoral pleasure in front of my husband.
“Slut, can’t take it anymore, huh?” The thug grinned smugly, lunging forward and thrusting his long, sharp penis into my thick, fleshy hole. “Oh, fuck me—fuck your mother, faster!” My long-starved hole was finally completely satisfied, and I let out a long, passionate moan. Then I extended my tongue, anticipating the thug’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 thug 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 on my calves, followed by whistles and cheers. I knew that these thugs had deliberately let my shapely calves covered in black stockings stick out of the window. The two beautiful, black-stockinged legs, stretched taut during the penetration, trembled and twitched helplessly outside the car window, like a pornographic advertisement, attracting passersby to watch the 3P sex scene inside the car.
"I can't take it anymore, where are you going—um, I can't take it anymore." The thug's penis was definitely not as thick as the black man's or the middle-aged man's, but it was sharp and pointed, each deep thrust rubbing against a strange spot inside my vagina—I think that was the legendary G-spot.
"I can't take it anymore, not there." This boy, around ten years old, had unintentionally discovered my fatal weakness, and when he realized that the plump body beneath him, encased in black stockings, had already been controlled by his pointed penis, he became even more smug, thrusting vigorously. 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 cum with this little brat—honey, I'm sorry, it feels so good." It was unbelievable that I, a voluptuous and mature woman, could be 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, 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, already fully enjoying the pleasure of being brutally violated by double penetration. An orgasm was inevitable; I couldn't last more than two minutes.
"Turn right." Under the burly man's sudden command, the car abruptly left the highway and drove onto a country dirt road. The bumpy road caused the car to sway 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 rhythm of sex.
"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, while the black man arched his back, penetrating my rectum with his cock, thrusting upwards 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 kisses 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 filled with excitement and joy, his hands moving frantically between his legs. I knew what he was doing; while his wife was being fucked by a thug 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 you, 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, sandwiched his penis between them, and forced me to give him a footjob. However, after only a few minutes, he realized I was used to the rhythm and began to actively use 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 sandwiched his penis between one foot and rubbed his glans with the other, this burly thug trembled slightly: “Tom, you’ve developed this bitch well; she was born a black-stockinged foot prostitute.”
Meanwhile, I stared despairingly at my husband, watching him stroke 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 of us was doing footjobs, the other masturbating. How abnormal this sex was, and how was it going to end?
The middle-aged man, leering, pounced on me. I had no will to resist, knowing this was just a repetition of yesterday's story. My vagina was already soaked with semen and vaginal fluids, so he easily penetrated me. Although I had just ejaculated, my resistance to lust was slightly stronger, but his enormous penis still gave me a very satisfying pleasure.
The man began to thrust. Unlike yesterday, he wasn't in a hurry to go all the way in. Instead, he would pull out a few centimeters at first and then thrust in again, then pull out more, finally pulling his penis all the way to the entrance of my vagina each time before plunging it in hard. I knew the anger in his heart. His two subordinates were working themselves to the bone, while he was just a bystander. How could this seasoned sex veteran not be indignant? Just as I had long considered myself his sex slave, he had long considered me his private, stocking-clad prostitute. After giving his possession to his two henchmen to have their way with, he wanted to take back what was rightfully his.
Although it was a plain, orthodox position, he thrust harder and harder, beginning to slap my recently ruptured cervix. My vagina, having just experienced an orgasm, was extremely sensitive and quickly began to contract powerfully again.
"Oh—um—ah!" With increasingly loud moans, I vigorously twisted my plump, stocking-clad buttocks to match his powerful thrusts. His large hands roamed over my huge breasts and my large, stocking-clad buttocks, his large lips intertwining with my small, fragrant tongue.
There were no fancy techniques, just a completely natural expression. This middle-aged man and I, in front of my husband, enjoyed sex like a real couple doing their daily rituals. This deep sense of guilt made me even more excited.
"Bitch, say you're willing to have my child." "So good, my dear husband, fuck me hard, I want to be pregnant with 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 breeze, the middle-aged man and I, like two mating animals, pursued carnal pleasure under my husband's watchful eye…
Chapter Three
: "Mrs. Luna Williams, I am the detective your husband hired. I am here today to deliver your husband's divorce petition." A stranger with a full beard pushed a divorce agreement with my husband's signature in front of me, then swaggered around my office. He leered at me maliciously; his tight, short business suit did nothing to block his lustful gaze. His gaze swept from my head to my toes, finally settling wickedly on my round, large buttocks and my plump, black-stockinged thighs shimmering with silver. I knew that my mature, voluptuous 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 by those thugs in my own car.
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 lecherous man, who called himself a 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 work." I anticipated the extremely awkward topic to come, so I sent my 20-year-old secretary away beforehand. This young girl from rural Texas was curvy and had a healthy complexion. I'd always considered her my own sister, and I couldn't let her know about my obscene and unclean sex life. "Okay, sir. I'll go 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 away from home 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." "Your business? 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 now?"
"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 night 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!" I angrily rebuked the stranger, my face flushed. 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 go upstairs to the gang's hideout to provoke them, 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 mated with those thugs. Want to see them?" The stranger casually sat down at 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 large buttocks on his thighs. In that instant, a hard, hot force surged through me; his already erect penis pressed hard against my plump, juicy vulva. Even through his jeans and my short skirt, this familiar sensation 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. A middle-aged man's large hand rested on my head, but even I could tell he wasn't using any force. I was actively moving my head, controlling the frequency of the oral sex myself. In the video, I was intoxicated, swinging my long, wavy blonde hair, even using my slender hands to knead his enormous 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, 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 scoundrel? "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 such a weak claim? Your husband's little dick isn't even half the thickness or half the length of that idiot's!" "You're talking nonsense!"
Just as I was about to argue further, the stranger suddenly pulled me forcefully into his arms, and I collapsed into them.
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, trying 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 his filthy thumb in and out 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 from the computer screen, 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 sound 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 react at all. 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. The stranger clicked his tongue, roughly squeezing my large, E-cup breasts a few times before focusing on my large, round nipples. He began to pinch and vigorously rub 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 stripped me naked from the waist up with just one finger. 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. 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 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 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 pulled off my two silver-gray high heels, finally getting his way to knead my beautiful black-stockinged feet, which shimmered with silver glitter. From toes to soles, my black-stockinged feet were deformed by this scoundrel's kneading, yet they stubbornly remained upright. However, he then shifted his focus 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, letting his penis rub against my stockings. Now, our most intimate parts were separated only by a pair of ultra-thin, silver-silver glitter stockings and a tiny thong that barely concealed our private parts.
"Mmm...uh..." The deep kiss continued, and although it had only lasted a few minutes, it felt like hours. The stranger released the large, fleshy mound he had been so engrossed in, his right hand continuing to knead my plump, black-stockinged legs and calves, while his left hand slowly moved down my magnificent breasts, gliding over my full, firm abdomen encased in black stockings, caressing my mons pubis. Yes, the small thong couldn't cover my thick pubic hair at all; it was exposed outside the thong, peeking 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, knowing clearly that in this intimate space where flesh was pressed so close together, I so desperately wanted him to directly attack my most vulnerable and sensitive territory, to completely destroy my resistance, but he didn't. Under the stranger's flirtatious manipulation, I involuntarily writhed my plump, black-stockinged buttocks, rubbing against his ugly, ferocious, enormous penis. I desperately realized that his sinful penis, like a cylindrical branding iron, was melting the ice of my chastity; my vagina began to contract slightly, and thick, lustful fluid seeped from my uterus.
Finally, the stranger released my black-stockinged feet and thighs, beginning his invasion of my most intimate parts through the black stockings. 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 deeply at my passionate moan, while he, as if greatly encouraged, intensified 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. Once the moans began, they were incessant. Sometimes gentle, sometimes savage, my lower body was already soaking wet from the stranger's ministrations. Finally, dissatisfied with this superficial pleasure, it craved a more brutal and direct assault. When the stranger tore open the crotch of my black stockings and ripped off my thong, I offered no resistance. Instead, I arched my plump buttocks, still encased in black stockings, trying my best to cooperate with his work.
Finally, when the stranger's strong, nimble fingers touched my full, mature vulva, I couldn't control myself and let out a loud, wanton cry. The prolonged teasing and playing had left my lower body slick and ready to face any challenge. As he squeezed and kneaded my plump clitoris with his slick, lustful fluids, I cried out loudly, my full, beautiful body writhing like a rutting serpent against his powerful naked body. The electric-like stimulation from my clitoris sent waves of pleasure through me, and I thrust my black-stockinged, plump buttocks, seeking 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 with his own fluids and then shoved his large finger into my anus. "Oh…fuck your mother…" My curses were accompanied by a seductive moan, my two full, shapely black-stockinged thighs stretched straight, tightly pressed together, forming a beautifully curved 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 disciplined by those thugs, my sensitive, delicate anus had long since become accustomed to anal sex, and I was deeply intoxicated by the psychological pleasure of being subjected
to extreme humiliation. A finger meant 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. On the screen, I was being raped by a black man, letting out heart-wrenching screams. My two black-stockinged thighs were hoisted onto his shoulders, taut and straight. Beside the computer screen were my two plump, black-stockinged legs, taut and tightly clenched. Between these legs were his busy hands, and below was my incredibly wet, wanton anus, being teased by him. The visually 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 resist the teasing, I finally lost my composure and began to beg this complete stranger for sex, completely disregarding the fact that he was there to represent me in my divorce papers.
"Okay, bitch, I'll show you real skills in bed." The stranger's erect penis had been ready for a long time. With the increasingly intense friction of my black-stockinged, plump buttocks, this flesh-to-flesh position made his penis ready for battle. If it continued like this, it might die before it even got started. Slap slap, he stopped his other caresses, spread my tightly closed thighs, lifted one of my black-stockinged thighs from behind with one hand, and held his angry penis with the other, and began to forcefully slap my already aroused clitoris and labia. My plump and tender vulva was slapped and battered by his huge glans, and my juices splattered everywhere.
"Oh...oh..." I leaned weakly against the stranger, reluctantly accepting the pleasure brought by this humiliation.
My vagina began to contract passionately with his thrusting movements, preparing to be penetrated. I couldn't control myself and used low moans as a signal to encourage his attack. Both of our genitals were already soaking wet, ready for intercourse. I even thought that even if he kept going straight to the point of ejaculation, it would be a natural outcome.
However, at this moment, the door clicked open, and an unexpected face appeared in front of me.
"Jenny!" Although I was burning with lust, I still had a sliver of reason, telling me that I couldn't let my subordinates see my shameful state of lust. I tried to break free from the stranger's control, but at this moment, the stranger grabbed my plump, black-stockinged thighs with both hands. The situation on the muddy battlefield suddenly changed, and his huge penis thrust into my plump vagina. "Oh..." My thirsty body was suddenly satisfied, and I was surprised, delighted, and angry all at the same time. Although I humiliatingly admit that I had been longing for this moment, why did he have to choose to penetrate me in front of Jenny? 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 a 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, moaning and rising and falling with his movements.
"Director..." Jenny's voice was so hoarse. She slowly walked towards the couple having sex, twisting her own buttons as she went. "Jenny, what are you doing... Oh... Harder." Jenny's clothes slipped off piece by piece until only her beautiful body, clad in blue open-crotch pantyhose, remained. To my surprise, I discovered that Jenny's lower body was glistening and already covered in mud.
“Blue-stockinged little slut, you’ve been watching from outside, haven’t you? Your little cunt wants to get fucked too, stick your ass out 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 own 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, and 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, invading from the thighs down, squeezing my shapely calves, kissing my feet, kneading my soles, and finally even taking my shimmering silver-stockinged 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 made me unable to resist, and I had no choice but to resign myself to my fate and offer my black-stockinged feet to her. I felt in despair that this seemingly innocent girl was licking the soles of my black-stockinged feet and 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 black man’s, and even more delicate and cunning.
“Director, I finally have your black-stockinged feet.” Jenny finally released my toes and murmured.
She moved closer to me, and I desperately turned my face away, but she forcefully turned my face back and stared into my eyes. “Director, Sister Luna, you are so beautiful, even more beautiful when you are being fucked by a stinky man.” Jenny slowly bent down and kissed my lips.
"No, Jenny, no!" I cried out in despair before succumbing to my desire. However, when Jenny's fragrant tongue penetrated my lips, enticing my own, I could no longer suppress my lust.
I've never been a lesbian, but I have to admit that the pleasure brought by a woman's delicate, soft tongue is completely different from that of a man's rough, forceful tongue. After a brief, tentative exploration, our equally delicate tongues intertwined passionately. I think I truly wanted Jenny's womanly, fragrant tongue. Jenny held my head and we shared a passionate kiss, while my two large breasts rubbed against Jenny's two round, firm nipples. In the friction and struggle of our nipples, I desperately realized that both of our breasts were becoming increasingly firm and swollen. Jenny's sweet saliva acted like an aphrodisiac, stimulating me to thrust my hips even harder, my vagina beginning to contract rhythmically and strongly, massaging the stranger's penis with a seductive rhythm. It seemed inevitable that I would be brought 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 cunt 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 so hard I was stiff and unable to move, my body swaying helplessly as two huge balls of flesh swayed. "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?" Jenny thought for a moment about the stranger's outlandish suggestion and nodded slightly. "Get on the sofa. I'm letting you send this bitch on her way."
Jenny's face lit up, 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
, fucking me as he moved closer to the sofa. What were they going to do? The stranger sat me on the sofa and suddenly pulled his huge 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 sudden friction from the smooth stockings was so intense that I couldn't help but scream. Then, she forcefully thrust her long, slender toes into my vagina. "Ah...you little slut, you're killing me!" Jenny's sudden attack shattered my defenses. The friction from the stockings reached my incredibly tender vagina. Although her toes couldn't penetrate too deeply, even that one or two centimeters of intense friction was enough to overwhelm me. 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 fondle it.
I wasn't willing to be violated like this. Suddenly, Jenny's shapely blue-stockinged calves stretched out in front of me. Without hesitation, I grabbed her calves and eagerly began licking her soles. "Oh...Director, you black-stockinged slut, you've finally licked my stockinged feet! Lick me raw!" Amidst Jenny's lewd moans, I began to suckle her blue-stockinged toes, while simultaneously caressing her calves. I finally understood why those scoundrels were so obsessed with my black-stockinged legs and beautiful feet; a beautiful woman's body encased in stockings was indeed enough to drive anyone mad. Following Jenny's example, I also inserted my black-stockinged toes into her small, fleshy opening. Four smooth, 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 harder, I'm about to cum..."
"Black-stockinged whore, I love your black-stockinged feet so much, I'm going to lick your black stockings raw."
This wasn't a fair fight; the strangers' rape 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 clung to my black-stockinged legs, licking and fondling them, while simultaneously thrusting her toes into my cunt. Completely defeated and powerless to retaliate, I could only lie on my side on the sofa, groaning and writhing my plump body in response to her all-encompassing 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 at this moment. 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 rape Jenny, holding her small, round buttocks in a standing position. 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 successful 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 now-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 caused him to ejaculate. "Bitch, let's move on to the second half!"
Consumed by lust, I had completely abandoned any thought of resistance. Instead, I rolled over, sticking out my huge, black-stockinged ass: "You son of a bitch, come from behind. I want you to fuck me hard from behind."
No foreplay was needed; he thrust his enormous, ugly cock directly into my cunt and began a ferocious thrusting. Because I had already climaxed on Jenny's stockinged feet, my cunt was filled with lubrication, perfectly lubricated, allowing him to easily swallow and release this huge cock. Unlike Jenny's first time, there was no pain, only endless, fulfilling satisfaction. The stranger's steel-like abdomen slammed against my thick, 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 cried out in agony as the stranger used the "old man pushing a cart" technique on me. My vagina began to contract desperately in pleasure, unlike the hazy sensation I felt during footjob with Jenny earlier; this 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 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, his hands reaching down to grasp the tips of my two huge breasts, while simultaneously increasing the pace of his thrusts. I realized with despair that his penis was growing increasingly swollen, and my uterus was gradually becoming sore, my vaginal contractions 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 up, I want it."
Amid his intense pounding, I maintained my loyalty with my last shred of sanity.
"Damn, she really is a hot chick, that's hot." The stranger was about to lose control. He released my nipples, straightened his body, and took 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 uterus 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 now, fuck me to death, I'm almost there."
"Black stockings bitch, are you going to divorce me or not!" The stranger began his frenzied thrusting, his enormous cock almost bursting, the huge glans finally breaching the gates of my uterus, bathing me in its trembling embrace. This ultimate possession and ravaging finally brought me to orgasm. I raised my proud head, thrusting my black stockings-clad, plump buttocks forward, letting out a trembling moan: "I...I'm coming!" My
trembling uterus and wet vagina contracted violently, thick vaginal fluid gushing out.
"I'll divorce you, I'm your sex slave, I'm your black stockings bitch, ah..."
My final declaration of defeat gave the stranger one last jolt. With a roar, he thrust in two more times, then pressed his penis firmly against my black stockings-clad, plump buttocks, ejaculating his scalding semen into my convulsing uterus.
[The End]
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