Stocking-clad slut female teacher

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The morning sun had already illuminated the white curtains, shining on my breasts and gently waking me. Apart from a pair of purple stockings and garter belts on my legs, my body was completely naked. Just as I was about to get dressed for work, I remembered it was Sunday. Looking back, I saw my son, Junjun, sleeping soundly beside me, also completely naked, but his penis was covered in semen. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, "No wonder, if we hadn't all had the day off, how could I have spent the whole night with him?" I reached back and touched my genitals, and the thin, smooth, transparent purple stockings on my beautiful legs, both stained with large patches of dried semen. My cheeks flushed instantly. "That little devil! Before, I only let him secretly touch my stockings, but now I have to be treated like a prostitute, wearing revealing stockings every day and being manipulated by him. When do I not have to change into clean stockings? And then look forward to my son's next act of defilement?" A sweet feeling welled up inside me. I gently lifted the blanket covering Junjun, looking at my son's slightly erect penis, and couldn't resist reaching out to stroke it. I rubbed my son's pink glans with my fingers, then gently stroked the foreskin covered in thick, fishy semen and white smegma. I put my foreskin-covered index finger into my mouth and sucked on it; the strong, fishy smell of semen aroused me again. In the past few months, I've enjoyed the most fulfilling, happiest, and sweetest incestuous sex life I've ever had. My sixteen-year-old son, Junjun, has given his thirty-four-year-old mother the most delicious taste of penis and semen. But initially, as a teacher and a mother, I never imagined things would develop to this point. It all started one early summer evening. I returned home from school at eleven o'clock. The TV was still on, but my son, Junjun, was fast asleep on the sofa. It turned out this good son was waiting for his mother to come to the door. I wanted to wake Junjun to go back to his room to sleep, but I was afraid of disturbing him. So I didn't wake him, but quietly took off my high heels and went into the bathroom, not even closing the door, intending to start showering. A little while later, my sleepy-eyed son suddenly staggered in, and without even lifting the toilet seat, took out his penis to urinate. By this time, I had already taken off my suit shirt and skirt, and my black lace bra was also removed and placed in the laundry basket, leaving only my tight panties barely covering my genitals. I was just about to pull down my extremely thin, sheer black stockings when someone suddenly burst in. I instinctively gasped and covered my exposed breasts with my hands, saying, "Junjun, why didn't you knock before barging in?" My son was startled, his eyes widening, and he quickly stopped urinating and looked at me. My half-pulled black stockings exposed my panties, and through the semi-transparent black panties, I could see my black pubic hair; my hands couldn't cover my entire breasts, only my two pink nipples. I noticed my son staring blankly at my half-naked body, his limp penis slowly becoming erect, pointing straight at me. I was initially stunned, and a little shy from my son's burning gaze, but my instincts as a teacher and mother told me: Junjun is sixteen years old now, he's sensible. Although I'm thirty-four, thanks to proper care, I still maintain a great figure. My breasts are firm, round, and elastic, my waist is slender, and my legs, clad in stockings, are so long and sexy… My son must have been experiencing the allure of women through his mother's half-naked body. "Jun Jun!" I called softly. My son snapped out of his reverie, averting his lustful gaze from between my stockinged legs. He quickly shoved his erect penis back into his pants and hurriedly left. While showering, I suddenly worried that I might have frightened my son, so I immediately dried myself, put on a bathrobe, and went to check on him. I found Jun Jun still sitting somewhat absentmindedly on the edge of the bed, his penis still erect, creating a high tent in his pants. My face flushed red, but my dual responsibilities as a mother and a teacher made me feel the need to give my son a sex education lesson. I gently explained the physiology of men and women to my son, teaching him how to deal with puberty, how to masturbate, and so on... Just as I blushed and gently pulled down Junjun's underwear, taking out his long, hard penis, preparing to teach him how to clean the smegma on his foreskin, Junjun's penis suddenly spasmed violently, and a thick stream of milky white semen shot into my hand. His semen was so plentiful and hot, shooting so far and powerfully, with a considerable amount of viscous semen landing on my exposed chest and thighs outside my bathrobe. I even felt my hair and face covered in my son's hot semen. The strong, fishy smell of semen filled Junjun's room, the air thick with the scent of mother and son's lewdness. "...Mom...Mom, I'm sorry. I...I...I ejaculated..." "No...it's okay...you can masturbate whenever you need to..." Hearing Junjun say the word "ejaculate," my soul seemed to tremble, and I actually encouraged my son to masturbate more. The mature body beneath the bathrobe reacted as well. I felt my nipples harden, and it felt like something was slowly flowing out of my genitals. I tried not to think about these thoughts. I took several tissues and gently wiped my son's still-erect penis. But every time my fingers touched Junjun's sensitive glans through the tissues, his penis throbbed intensely, and more semen flowed out of my hand. So I gently squeezed the area between Junjun's glans and foreskin with my fingers, hoping to squeeze out the remaining semen. My fingers, which were stroking my son's glans, became wet and slippery, and I gradually rubbed faster and faster, like a prostitute performing a masturbation service on a client. I kept my head down, my face flushed, as I rubbed Junjun's penis, afraid that he would smell the pungent odor emanating from my genitals due to sexual arousal. Afterwards, I returned to the bedroom without taking a shower. Sitting in front of the dressing mirror, I discovered a trail of semen on my face. I immediately realized that Junjun had just seen his mother's pretty face, stained with his thick, pungent semen. I finally couldn't hold back any longer and used my fingers to suck the semen off my face. My mouth was instantly filled with the fishy smell of my son's semen. I withdrew my semen-covered fingers and instead used them to caress my already wet and dripping labia, smearing the semen of men other than my husband on the walls of my tight vagina. That night, I masturbated three times and achieved an unprecedented orgasm. After that, I noticed that Junjun masturbated more and more often. I didn't object to my son, who was going through puberty, releasing his sexual desires. But later, every time I entered Junjun's room, I would smell a strong fishy smell of semen, and the wastepaper basket was always piled with tissues soaked in semen. Afterwards, I began to discover that Junjun would masturbate without any restraint, even deliberately, when I knew about it: for example, he started masturbating without closing the bedroom door. Many times when I passed by my son's room, I saw him facing the door, masturbating, as if Junjun was waiting for me so I could watch him ejaculate. Sometimes I would suddenly feel someone behind me, but when I turned around, I would only see a puddle of white, sticky fluid on the floor. The stockings I took off in the bathroom after get off work every day to wash would become Junjun's masturbation tools. He would often deliberately open the bathroom door so I could see him masturbating until he ejaculated while wrapped in my worn stockings, and he would deliberately not wash the stockings clean afterward, so I could see them covered in his white semen. He would also sneak into my room, open my wardrobe, and ejaculate on my clean stockings. After seeing this, I would put on those wet, slippery stockings so Junjun could admire his mother's beautiful legs covered in his semen. He even tried to secretly ejaculate behind my back while I was cooking in the kitchen, onto my miniskirt and stocking-clad calves. I could only endure the itching in my genitals, letting my son's thick, pungent semen soak through my thin, slippery stockings. (The best and most complete resources are all at Nini Lu.)Dom continued to defile my long, beautiful legs. I began to realize that Junjun, like his father, was particularly interested in my legs in stockings. Whenever I wore stockings at home, Junjun would become even more brazen in masturbating and ejaculating in front of me. Gradually, I got used to Junjun's sexual harassment and teasing; I could even say I enjoyed my son using me, his mother, as an object of his masturbation and sexual fantasies. I also began to try to cater to Junjun's preferences, frequently going to department stores and lingerie shops to buy the latest styles and the thinnest, smoothest sexy stockings: black, white, transparent flesh-colored, gray, purple, and brown stockings; bodysuits; lace stockings with garters supporting four bones; or stockings with cutouts in the middle revealing the genitals. I would often walk in front of Junjun wearing different colored stockings and high heels, or deliberately sit next to him in stockings, touching his body with my beautiful legs encased in stockings. Each time, I could clearly see my son's penis erect in his pants. Sometimes Junjun would find an excuse to gently stroke my stockinged legs, or even hug me from behind while I was cooking, squeezing my breasts with his hands and rubbing my stockinged legs with his erect penis. Sometimes I would even feel Junjun pull down his pants, letting his hot penis directly contact my stockings. Afterwards, my stockings would usually be soaked, not only from the semen secreted by my son's burning glans, but also from the love fluid flowing from my lustful vulva. If Junjun were to spy on me, he would find that under his mother's super short miniskirt, she wasn't wearing any underwear, only different styles of thin, smooth stockings covering my genitals. Even when I wore garter stockings or lace stockings, my soft pubic hair and moist labia were completely exposed, always dripping with lustful love fluid. Basically, I was always ready to open my labia and let my son's penis penetrate me for incestuous intercourse. To satisfy Junjun's sexual desires, I gradually started wearing only stockings and no underwear, whether at home or at school. Because of this, I was repeatedly molested by strangers on the tram to work. After touching my stockinged legs and discovering I wasn't wearing underwear, they assumed I was a slut who loved wearing stockings, and brazenly rubbed my labia and clitoris with their filthy fingers, even inserting their fingers into my vagina and placing their penises in my hands. Sometimes, to avoid further trouble, I had no choice but to masturbate for them, simultaneously rubbing multiple strange men's penises with both hands; or letting their large glans rub against my stockinged legs. These included young men and elderly lecherous men, leaving my palms, miniskirt, and stockings often stained with sticky, fishy semen. If my students paid close attention, they would notice that their teacher's stockings were stained with different men's semen every day. Several audacious middle-aged men even tried to pry open my labia with their semen-dripping penises, intending to insert their filthy flesh and gang rape me in public on the train. Fortunately, I got off the train in time and escaped their violation. Unexpectedly, one of the perverts recognized me as a teacher. He used the excuse of finding me in the administration office of the school where I taught, and made shameless threats against me: "Oh... so Teacher Zhen Qiao'er from XX Academy is actually a slut who likes to wear stockings to school and doesn't like to wear underwear?" I was, of course, very shocked: "You... what are you talking about? I... I don't understand at all." "Hey, it doesn't matter if you don't understand. As long as Teacher Zhen, you spread your legs now and let me see if you're wearing underwear under your skirt, I can clear your name." I subconsciously squeezed my legs, which were covered in black stockings, together to prevent this pervert from seeing my naked genitals. "What a joke! Why should I listen to you!" I felt anxious and uneasy, my beautiful legs in stockings tightly crossed, and my arms crossed over my large breasts beneath my silk shirt. "It's okay if you don't listen now, you'll behave after you see these photos." He grinned lewdly and handed me his phone. I took the phone and saw a photo on the screen of me being molested on the train, my miniskirt lifted up, revealing my brown lace stockings and bare genitals. The photo clearly showed me with my eyes closed, enduring their fingers teasing my labia, and another hand caressing my stockinged legs in the background. I remembered that the last time I wore brown stockings was about four or five days ago. It turned out that this pervert had already taken photos of me being molested, and even though I snatched his phone, I didn't know if he had saved the photos to his computer or sent them to others. "What... do you want..." I softened, my tightly closed legs parting slightly. "Hey, it's nothing," the lecherous man glanced at my stockinged legs, "You can continue to be your beautiful teacher with your bare ass, but I'll have to take off your panties for you every day before you go to class. And of course... you'll have to lick this for me." As he spoke, he pointed to his crotch, and I saw something bulging between his legs. I blushed and turned my head away, but my shameful and seductive demeanor only aroused his lust even more. "Little bitch, aren't you going to crawl over here and lick your master's penis?" This shameless lecherous man was actually threatening me to be his sex slave and even wanted me to give him oral sex in his own office? "Want to resist? Aren't you afraid I'll publish your lewd photos to all the faculty and students in the school, letting them know that the usually beautiful and kind Ms. Zhen Qiao'er is actually a slutty teacher who loves wearing stockings and being molested by strange men? Perhaps many students in this school already have sexual fantasies about you and would love to line up to rape you! Why don't I just distribute your nude photos in stockings to them and let them masturbate in front of your pictures?" I was so scared that I was about to cry, and glistening tears hung on my eyes. "I...I beg you...no...don't do this...I...I'll do whatever you say..." My voice grew softer and softer as I slowly stood up from my chair and knelt on the ground, trembling as I crawled between the pervert's legs. I originally just wanted to satisfy my son's sexual desires, but now I've even abandoned my noble identity as a teacher and am going to do this in my own office.In the free HD video on the "National Beauty and Fragrance" community, a woman crawls naked, using her mouth to serve a stranger's smelly penis. Wearing black stockings, I reluctantly crawled to the pervert, placing my hands on his thighs. I closed my eyes and reached to unzip his pants. The pervert forced me to open my eyes, wanting me to watch his penis erect. The moment my fingertips touched his penis, I felt a burning sensation. I tried to pull out his penis, but it was so large I couldn't even grasp it with one hand. Suddenly, the pervert's penis emerged from his pants, the entire thick, hard penis slapping against my soft cheek with a loud crack. A strange man's genitals rubbed against my lightly powdered face, the glans occasionally brushing against my rosy lips, emitting a strong, pungent odor. "Hurry up and lick your master's big cock! You sex slave teacher!" The pervert kept trying to pry open my lips with his glans, and again showed me the obscene photos of me on his phone. In the photos, although I was being groped by three or four men, my expression seemed to be one of enjoyment. Did I really like wearing stockings and exposing my body, enjoying being caressed by strange men and having my legs and labia rubbed? Thinking this, I suddenly felt an itch between my legs, as if a liquid was slowly flowing out; the strange man's penis before me no longer seemed menacing, the purplish-black glans exuding a captivating, erotic scent, enticing me to stick out my tongue and tease it. I began to passionately lick the pervert's penis, using my oral sex skills to please this filthy penis of a stranger. I extended my delicate tongue and began licking upwards from the base of his penis, down to the deep crease between the foreskin and glans, where white smegma had accumulated. His penis was thick and long; I couldn't take it all in my mouth at once. I could only lick along the glans and foreskin, using my tongue to lick away the smegma and swallow it. I even licked my lips at the pervert, as if I were tasting something more delicious than semen. The pervert seemed quite satisfied with my seductive manner, and his penis in his mouth grew even larger. I gradually lost track of whether I was truly being forced to perform oral sex on this pervert. I no longer cared about my noble status as a beautiful teacher, nor did I care if someone suddenly walked in and saw me wearing stockings and exposing my buttocks while performing oral sex on someone in the administration office. I just worked harder and harder with my tongue to please the pervert's stinking penis before me. I wanted to use my lustful red lips to suck out his cloudy semen. I would let his semen spray onto my face, my hair, and my black stockings; I would swallow his semen in front of him. I released my lips from sucking on his glans and instead used my hand to stroke his penis. I smiled seductively at him, and he stroked my hair, leering, "How is it, Teacher Zhen Qiao'er? Does my cock taste good?" I licked the secretions from his glans with my tongue, pulling out a thread of semen. I gently pinched his testicles and glans with my fingers while lowering my head, "Mmm...delicious...I...I want to eat more..." I said, blushing, my hand stroking his penis faster. "What else do you want to eat, you little slut?" The lecher wiped my cheek with his semen-dripping penis. "I...I want to eat...Master...Master's...semen..." My voice grew softer and softer, I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear, and I buried my head in his penis again. My knees ached from kneeling and performing oral sex, so I spread my legs and squatted on the ground so the lecher could admire my naked genitals and black stockings. I felt my pink labia minora opening and closing, releasing sweet, honey-like fluid that dripped onto the floor of the administration office. The pervert, seeing me spread my legs to give him oral sex, revealing my vulva and stockinged legs, leered and said, "Hey! I told you long ago, you slutty teacher, you only like wearing stockings and don't like wearing underwear to class! I see you've always wanted to spread your legs like this, exposing your cunt, to give oral sex and masturbate to all the men on the tram, right? You even want them to line up one after another to penetrate your beautiful cunt, so you go on the tram every day naked, wearing stockings, to seduce them, right? You slutty teacher who loves wearing stockings!" My mouth, still holding his penis, was speechless; I could only shake my head in protest. I imagined male passengers on the tram lining up one after another, eager to take turns inserting their stinking penises into my tender vagina: ignoring my moans and struggles, they pressed down on me, thrusting and ejaculating their white, cloudy semen into my vagina. The man in front had barely ejaculated when another male passenger behind, impatient, thrust in with his burning, iron-like penis. My vagina was filled with the filthy semen of countless strange men; each thrust overflowed, and I felt as if it didn't want to waste a single drop. The elastic walls of my vagina contracted and sucked at the penises entering and exiting, allowing a large number of sperm from different men to be ejaculated into my uterus, fertilizing me. I felt I would become pregnant with these strange men, giving birth to multiple bastard children. Besides my vagina, my mouth was also filled with semen. Male passengers took turns inserting their penises into my mouth, forcing me to suck the purplish-black glans with my lips, lick the smegma off my foreskin with my tongue, and swallow their foul-smelling semen. My face, hair, throat, and stomach were covered in the semen of dozens of passengers. My hands were also constantly stroking multiple penises, and many male passengers were rubbing their freshly ejaculated penises against my spread-out, stockinged legs, making my thin black stockings glisten with moisture. I became a sex toy for all the male passengers on the tram to excrete their semen. Dozens of men's semen covered my entire body, emitting a filthy stench. The thought of being gang-raped by a group of dirty and lustful strangers actually gave me a filthy, shameful pleasure. My genitals flowed even more fluid, and my lips sucked the lecherous men's glans even more vigorously. Finally, the pervert couldn't resist my licking any longer. His penis throbbed violently in my mouth, and thick, fishy semen gushed out, spraying down my throat. I rarely performed oral sex on my husband, but now I savored the hot semen he ejaculated. I began to love the thick, salty, and fishy smell of semen. I wanted to drink the semen of different men every day, whether they were construction workers, robbers, or filthy beggars. If they were willing, I would immediately kneel down and perform oral sex and masturbation for them. The pervert's semen was so plentiful and thick that before I could even swallow it, the white semen had already filled my mouth. Some of it slowly dripped from the corners of my mouth, landing on my breasts and stockinged legs. The elegant black stockings and the cloudy semen created an obscene contrast. He then pulled his still-ejaculating penis out of my mouth, letting the remaining semen spray onto my pretty face and hair. My face, stained with semen that wasn't from my husband, was stained with his light makeup, emitting a strong stench of sex. Yet, I treasured it, like a prostitute wiping the semen from my face into my mouth with my fingers. I sat on the floor of the administration office, licking my semen-covered fingers in front of the pervert, then stretched out my stockinged legs to show him the stains on my black suspender stockings. I gently stirred the sticky semen on the stockings, then spread my legs, smearing the pervert's semen on my labia. Seeing my lewd behavior, the pervert's penis, which had just ejaculated, twitched involuntarily again. I smiled seductively, licking away the remaining semen from his glans, then licking around the foreskin, and finally kissing his large glans. I said, "Thank you, Master, for your big penis and semen." I had completely become a slut who loved wearing stockings and even enjoyed giving oral sex to perverts at school. The pervert seemed very satisfied; he told me to take off my stockings and give them to him as a souvenir. I obediently stood up, took off my black stockings in front of him, and handed them to him, leaving my lower body naked. The pervert took the stockings, took a deep sniff, and said, "Mmm! Smells good! Next time I'll bring a few more guys to gang rape you." Then he swaggered away. I forgot about the phone pornographic photos. After the oral sex humiliation in the administration office, I came to my senses from the shameful sexual pleasure, feeling the strong, fishy smell of that pervert's semen filling my mouth; my black stockings had also been stained by him.The pervert took off my black mini-skirt and ran into the restroom to clean myself. My lower body was naked, revealing my snow-white legs, and my genitals were soaking wet. Looking at the clock, I realized my afternoon classes were about to begin, so I quickly pulled down my black mini-skirt and ran into the restroom to clean myself. In the toilet stall, I gently wiped my genitals with tissue paper; my labia were wet and exuded a sweet fragrance, and my soft pubic hair was also stained with vaginal fluid. My genitals were still very sensitive, but the class bell had already rung, and I had to leave the restroom as soon as possible. However, I remembered that the black stockings I was wearing had been taken by the pervert, and it would be very conspicuous to go out with my legs bare like this; and in my handbag, I only had a pair of brand-new, unopened purple stockings. I originally bought these alluring four-piece stockings for Junjun to use for masturbation. Now, am I supposed to wear them to class? But going to class with bare legs would make me more likely to be noticed by the students, and it would be embarrassing. I had no choice but to bite the bullet, unpack the plastic bag, and prepare to put on these thin, transparent purple stockings. I took out the purple stockings, sat in the toilet stall, raised my left leg, put one stocking over my foot, and slowly pulled it up to my calf until the purple lace trim was flush against my thigh. I put the other stocking on my right leg; since there were no garters, I could only rely on the elasticity of the stockings to keep it close to my leg. After putting them on, I couldn't help but stroke my legs, my beautiful legs, encased in purple stockings, rubbing against each other. The thin, smooth stockings were once again in close contact with my flesh, making me feel incredibly soft and comfortable, while intensely stimulating my senses. I imagined the surprised expressions on the students' faces when they saw my purple stockings; I imagined them seeing beneath my black suit miniskirt a beautiful, naked body encased in a pair of purple stockings; I imagined the students getting aroused because of my outfit… I had become the embodiment of nobility and debauchery. Thinking of this, my genitals secreted a large amount of vaginal fluid again. But I really didn't have time, so I left the restroom, put on my purple stockings and black high heels, and headed to the classroom. On the way to the classroom, I felt a small amount of vaginal fluid drip onto my stockings, but I couldn't turn back. I could only endure the itching sensation in my genitals and open the classroom door... The moment I stepped into the classroom, the whole class fell silent. Their eyes were all focused on me—no, on my legs. Their eyes were strange, both surprised and delighted. They began to whisper and murmur, but their eyes still didn't leave my legs. The students in front of me no longer seemed like teenagers, but simply pure male animals. I lowered my head to avoid their gaze and tried my best to act nonchalant, saying, "What are you doing? Quickly sit back down and take out your textbooks. Today's chemistry lesson is about 'polymers': the applications of nylon." The commotion finally subsided, and I began to stand on the podium and start lecturing. Although they appeared to be listening, I always felt their gazes and stares were a bit strange. "Nylon is a composite polymer, shaped like fine, fibrous threads. It can be used to make clothing, tennis rackets, and even… stockings." I paused here, somewhat involuntarily. Looking at the students below, they suddenly fell into an unusual silence, all staring intently at my legs clad in purple stockings. Finally, someone broke the silence: "Teacher Zhen, are those stockings you're wearing also made of nylon?" It was Xiao Wu, a student who often asked questions. "Yes…yes, the stockings you're wearing are also made of fine nylon threads, so they're very fine, very thin, and very elastic," I tried to explain in detail. "Then why are your stockings purple? Is nylon itself purple?" Even Da Niu, a student who often dozes off, was interested in my purple stockings.

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