For whom do my stockings live?

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Chapter 1
is my first attempt at writing, without a draft, it's completely free rein, so don't worry, it won't be abandoned. "Zhiqiang, Zhiqiang, wake up! Don't leave us, mother and son!"
"Dad, Dad!"
In the dead of night, beside a hospital bed wrapped in white sheets, a mother and son were heartbroken. Drunk driving had instantly shattered this once happy family.
A month later… On a bench by West Lake, "Mom, Mom," the woman stared at the rippling lake, not hearing her son's cries. The boy tugged at her sleeve, bringing her back to reality. "Mom, don't be afraid, I'll protect you."
The woman smiled, but couldn't hide the sadness in her brow. Her name was Xu Ruoxi, a Chinese language teacher at X City Middle School. His name was Xiaojun, a first-year junior high student at X City Middle School. The funeral arrangements for her husband were complete, and her bereavement leave was about to end. The next day, at X City Middle School… a white Polo slowly pulled into the school parking lot. The door opened, and a white high heel clicked off, revealing a leg clad in flesh-colored stockings. Old Li, the gatekeeper, was immediately intrigued. In the sunlight, the stockings shimmered, revealing a straight, slender leg without an ounce of fat. Old Li's mouth watered. He'd heard that Ms. Xu's husband had been in a car accident, and he hadn't seen this goddess for a month. Old Li desperately wanted to rush forward and grab that leg to savor it. “Ms. Xu, I heard something happened at home. Are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for your concern.”
Glancing at Old Li's lecherous expression, Ruoxi quickly left the parking lot.
Back in her office, she organized her textbooks and materials. Class was about to start, and before leaving, Ruoxi picked up a mirror to touch up her makeup. Clear pupils, arched eyebrows, long eyelashes trembling slightly, fair skin with a touch of baby-soft pink, thin lips as fresh and dewy as rose petals. Ruoxi was still the same Ruoxi, only now her face held a hint of loneliness and sorrow.
In the noisy classroom, the male students were noticeably more restless than before because their beautiful homeroom teacher was about to return. "Ring ring ring," the bell rang, and a familiar figure appeared before everyone. Dressed in a white business suit, her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, adding a touch of gentleness. "Hello, students. Have you all studied diligently while I was away? The high school entrance exam is just around the corner, and I hope you won't let your parents down!"
Back in the classroom, Ruoxi seemed to have forgotten her grief over her husband's death; in her eyes, only these students about to take the high school entrance exam remained.
Forty-five minutes passed quickly. Just as she returned to her office, a chubby figure darted in. "Oh, Ms. Xu, long time no see! I was heartbroken to hear about your husband's situation!"
He was the school's academic affairs director, surnamed Wang, named Desheng. "Thank you for your concern, Director."
Ruoxi glanced at the fat man with disgust, then went back to organizing her documents. Seeing that the beauty ignored him, the chubby Wang sighed a few times and left. As he walked out of the office, he looked back at Ruoxi, who was busy at work, a lecherous glint in his eyes.
"Little beauty, you'll be mine soon~! Haha!" Back home, she found that Xiaojun, a second-year junior high student, was already home, doing his homework in his room. After this incident, the once mischievous Xiaojun had become much more sensible. He often helped with housework, sweeping, mopping, and washing clothes, which made Ruoxi much happier. Seeing his mother return, Xiaojun immediately rushed to the door, grabbing her bag and slippers. Ruoxi patted her son's head, and Xiaojun snuggled closer to his mother, his eyes darting to Ruoxi's stockinged legs and feet. "Mom, let me help you change your shoes." Without waiting for Ruoxi's reply, Xiaojun brought a chair for his mother to sit on. He then squatted down, lifting his mother's right leg to unbutton her high heels. Looking at the pale feet encased in the sheer stockings, Xiaojun's breathing became heavy, and his limbs went sluggish; he couldn't unbutton them for a moment. Ruoxi, seeing her son's dazed expression, said nothing, but gently unbuttoned the shoes.
Only then did Xiaojun snap out of his reverie and hurriedly handed her slippers. The open-toed slippers couldn't conceal her five translucent toes, and the veins on her instep were faintly visible, appearing alluringly veiled in the stockings. After changing her shoes, Ruoxi got up and walked towards the bedroom. Xiaojun stood up, but his gaze lingered on his mother's back. "Sigh, this child is just like his father, obsessed with my stockings and legs."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands unconsciously stroking her knees, she looked at the wedding photo on the bedside table, her eyes filled with undisguised sorrow. Ruoxi was a woman who loved wearing stockings. Her wardrobe was overflowing with all kinds of stockings:
white, black, gray, brown, flesh-colored, blue, green... pantyhose, thigh-highs, suspenders, open crotch, bodysuits... Her husband also loved to make love with her while she was wearing stockings. Every time they got into bed, her husband would start by kissing her feet, then her calves, thighs, genitals, lower abdomen, breasts... After each time, her husband would ask her to change into new stockings. For some reason, every time they made love while wearing stockings, Ruoxi felt exceptionally stimulated, her moans became more lewd, and she experienced one orgasm after another. According to her husband, she was a slutty female teacher who loved wearing stockings. Looking at her husband's resolute face and tender affection in their wedding photo, and recalling their passionate lovemaking on this very bed, her hands unconsciously slid down to her private parts, rubbing them through her stockings and panties. "Zhiqiang, mmm, mmm, I want you, mmm, Zhiqiang..." Lying diagonally on the bed, her legs spread in an M-shape, her small hands reaching inside her stockings and panties, vigorously rubbing her clitoris, imagining her husband riding on top of her... Orgasm quickly arrived. As waves of her vaginal fluid soaked her stockings and panties, emptiness and loneliness followed.
In the next room, Xiaojun sat blankly at his desk, his homework open on the table, but completely blank. His mind was filled with his mother's stockings, her beautiful feet, her calves; just moments before, in the instant his mother lifted her leg, he had vaguely seen the white lace panties encased in the stockings. Lost in thought, his little brother was already erect, but the pressure from his pants made him ache slightly. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and looked at the reddened glans and engorged veins. He gripped his penis tightly with his left hand and began to stroke it rapidly. He imagined his mother's toes encased in stockings, her straight calves, and the faintly visible white panties... A shiver ran through him, and a stream of milky white fluid gushed out, one wave, two waves, dripping onto the floor, carrying a faint, fishy smell. Just then, Ruoxi's voice rang out from outside the room.
"Xiaojun, come out for dinner."
He quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe his penis, forgetting to even zip up his pants, and rushed out of the room. Ruoxi had already taken off her work attire and flesh-colored pantyhose, changed into a cotton nightgown, and was barefoot in slippers. "Here, this is your favorite Kung Pao Chicken, eat more, and there are vegetables too..."
Seemingly forgetting her son's earlier embarrassment when changing her shoes, Ruoxi's face was now filled with love for him. Xiaojun ate his food absentmindedly, his mind replaying the afternoon's events.
Xiaojun, just turned 14, had always had a special feeling about stockings. Looking at that thin layer on his mother's legs, he longed to touch them, but lacked the courage. He only dared to touch them when Ruoxi washed them and hung them to dry on the balcony. Of course, at that time he knew nothing of relationships between men and women, much less of the concept of fetishism; it was just that feeling, sometimes near, sometimes far, elusive and indescribable.
Last week, while surfing the internet at a classmate's house, Xiaojun stumbled upon an article titled "The Stocking-Clad Slutty Female Teacher." The article featured a lewd female teacher who loved wearing stockings but never underwear. Xiaojun, her son who was deeply obsessed with stockings, suddenly felt a surge of desire. As the story unfolded, the lewd female teacher performed oral sex on a strange man in her office, provided special services to her students in the classroom, engaged in group sex with a group of old men in a nursing home, and masturbated on a bus. All of this shocked Xiaojun, who had just entered puberty. His little brother, which was usually only good for urinating, slowly became erect for some reason.
Just as he was feeling completely lost, his classmate Xiao Fang walked into the room. Seeing Xiao Jun's state, he instantly understood what was going on. Under Xiao Fang's guidance, Xiao Jun gave up his virginity. "I've read this book countless times, and I ejaculate every time. It's fucking so fucking awesome! If I had a mother like that, I wouldn't even bother getting a wife. Hey, Xiao Jun, I'm starting to think your mom looks a bit like the slut in this book—that figure, those legs, those stockings, tsk tsk..."
Fang was lost in his fantasies when Xiao Jun's shout of "Get lost!" interrupted him. "Don't you dare mess with my mom, or you'll regret it."
Pulling up his pants, Xiao Jun left Xiao Fang's house without looking back.
From then on, Xiao Jun's gaze towards Ruoxi changed, becoming increasingly intense, as if he wanted to "devour her." Ruoxi, however, didn't notice any change in her son. In her view, while he was indeed a little fascinated by her legs and stockings, it was just a normal reaction for a boy just entering puberty. Besides, what man wouldn't drool over her beautiful legs?
After dinner, when Ruoxi finished washing the dishes, Xiaojun was sitting on the sofa watching TV. Seeing the slightly dirty floor, Ruoxi decided to clean the house, starting with his room while he wasn't there. As Ruoxi entered Xiaojun's room with the mop, a strong, slightly fishy smell immediately hit her nose.
Sure enough, under the desk, Ruoxi found the "evidence." It seemed her son had grown up, and Ruoxi felt a little gratified. But her hand reached for the ground, scooped up a little, and brought it to her nose. "Ah, it's been so long since I smelled that!" Smelling her son's virgin semen, her left hand involuntarily reached towards her genitals. "Ah, my little sister wants to eat it!"
"Mom!"
Her son's voice suddenly came from the living room. Ruoxi abruptly realized that this was her own son's "thing," and felt deeply remorseful for her thoughts. She wiped her hands casually on her clothes and walked out of the room. "Mom, are you cleaning the room? Let me do it. You've had a long day, so rest."
With that, Xiaojun grabbed the mop and diligently began mopping the floor. Seeing her son becoming increasingly sensible, the sadness between Ruoxi's brows slowly faded.
Chapter 2
At nine o'clock that evening, back in the bedroom, Ruoxi turned on her laptop. This computer hadn't been used since her husband left, and it still contained many pornographic videos he had downloaded. Once upon a time, the two would watch porn while making love, her husband often imitating the positions from the films. Looking at erotic images on the computer while simultaneously seeing herself reflected in the mirror, the stimulation was indescribable. She opened her browser's bookmarks and found a website called sexinsex, which she clicked on. Needless to say, this was a website her husband used to frequent.
Looking at the sections, sometimes respectable, sometimes obscene, Ruoxi felt a sense of anticipation, though she didn't know what it was. When she scrolled to the literature section, her mouse stopped. She and her husband had watched porn together before, but had never read erotic novels. Without hesitation, Ruoxi clicked on "Urban Campus Section." Looking at the incredibly obscene titles, Ruoxi felt no shame or fear, but rather a strange excitement. "Stocking-Clad Slut Teacher," the blue title seemed to magically draw Ruoxi to click it. Staring intently at the screen, the mouse cursor scrolled incessantly downwards, her private parts gradually becoming wet. She was a female teacher. She was a female teacher who loved wearing stockings. She was a female teacher who loved wearing stockings without underwear! She murmured to herself, unsure whether she was referring to the heroine in the article or herself. A burning desire gradually spread from her private parts to her entire body. Ruoxi simply took off her pajamas, and finally, finding her underwear in the way, she took it off completely and sat naked in front of the computer. Her
fingers moved in and out of her honeyed depths, splashing and squelching, as copious amounts of love fluid gushed out, flowing onto the chair. Suddenly, Ruoxi realized something was missing, something very important. Stockings! Yes! Stockings. Opening the wardrobe, Ruoxi chose a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to put them on. She reached her right hand into the stocking, rolled it up, and slipped her pointed toe through, pulling it up to her knee, then her other foot. She quickly put on the pantyhose, stood up, and looked at herself in the mirror, completely naked except for the pantyhose. Ruoxi suddenly realized that she was most beautiful like this. That night, Ruoxi masturbated three times before finally collapsing onto the bed and falling into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Ruoxi woke up slowly and looked at the alarm clock on her bedside table—it was already past 7 a.m.!
School's morning self-study session was supposed to start at 7:30! Ruoxi hurriedly got up and frantically searched for clothes in the closet. Only then did she realize she was only wearing pantyhose. Should she take them off, put on underwear, and then stockings? No, there wasn't time! Ruoxi simply slipped on a skirt suit, her lower body only visible through the seam of the pantyhose. She rushed to school, only to find the parking lot full except for one empty spot at the guardhouse entrance. Ruoxi reluctantly parked her car, and as soon as she opened the door, Old Li's short figure immediately greeted her. "Good morning, Teacher Xu. Why are you so late today? Have you had breakfast yet?" Ruoxi didn't have time to pay attention to him, grabbing her handbag and rushing towards the teaching building. But she was walking too fast, and her handbag fell to the ground with a 'thud'. Seeing this, Old Li immediately rushed forward, pretending to help Ruoxi pick up her handbag, but his real intention was elsewhere; his gaze was fixed on the area under Ruoxi's skirt as she squatted down. "Huh? That slut isn't wearing underwear?" Just as he was about to check again, Ruoxi had already stood up and was heading towards the teaching building without looking back. Only Old Li remained standing there, savoring the glimpse of spring she had just seen.
Since morning reading was about to begin, there weren't many people left in the teaching building; the students were all sitting in their classrooms waiting for it to start. Her high heels clattered on the floor. Suddenly, "Ouch!" She missed a step and fell heavily to the floor, twisting her ankle. Just then, the bell rang for morning reading. Ruoxi sat on the steps, gently rubbing her injured ankle. "Hey, Teacher Xu, what are you doing here? Are you hurt?" Ruoxi looked up and saw it was her son's good friend, Xiao Fang. She didn't know why he was still there even though morning reading had started. Ruoxi forced a smile. "Yes, I twisted my ankle when I went up the stairs. Can you help me?" Seeing his goddess in pain, Xiao Fang rushed over and squatted down on the steps. "Teacher, let me rub your foot for you. Maybe it will heal faster." Without waiting for Ruoxi's reply, Xiao Fang picked up Ruoxi's injured left foot, took off her high heels, placed it on his knee, and gently rubbed it, his eyes fixed on Ruoxi's small foot. Ruoxi's injury was to her ankle, but Xiao Fang was gently pressing on the sole of her foot. Because of the pain, Ruoxi's five toes twitched incessantly, her red-painted toes looking exceptionally alluring against the stiff fabric of her stockings. Ruoxi was oblivious to the gaze directed at her feet, instead enjoying the massage Xiao Fang was giving her. Xiao Fang's massage was quite good; the pressure shifted between strong and light touches on her soles, the pain mixed with pleasure immediately spreading throughout her body. A little bit of vaginal fluid seeped out, and she almost moaned with pleasure. Suddenly, Ruoxi remembered that she wasn't wearing underwear today, only pantyhose. If Xiao Fang saw this, her image would be completely ruined. Thinking of this, she disregarded comfort and abruptly pulled her feet back, slipping them into her high heels and bringing her legs together. Xiao Fang, completely absorbed in the allure of Ruoxi's stockinged feet, was caught off guard; his chin was kicked by Ruoxi's foot with a 'thud,' causing a slight pain. "Teacher, what's wrong? Was my massage bad?" Xiao Fang asked innocently and irritably. “No, Xiao Fang, it’s already morning reading time, the teacher has to go to the classroom.” With that, Ruoxi, enduring the pain, held onto the handrail and climbed upwards. Watching Ruoxi’s retreating figure, Xiao Fang suddenly slapped his forehead. “Oh dear, I forgot to check what color underwear Teacher Xu was wearing! What a loss, what a loss…” It was too late for regrets; he could only walk towards the classroom with disappointment. Little did he know, this usually dignified female teacher wasn’t wearing underwear at all, and her pantyhose weren’t the kind with a thick crotch; they were just a thin line.
By the time Ruoxi finally made it to her desk, the bell for the end of morning reading had already rung. Leaning weakly against her chair, Ruoxi found herself missing the feeling of Xiao Fang massaging her feet earlier—the sensation of varying pressure, sometimes strong, sometimes gentle, like a penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. She really wanted a penis to quench her thirst right now. Due to her limited mobility, Ruoxi swapped classes with another teacher, moving her morning class to the afternoon. Then, she slumped onto her desk. The intense climax of the previous night and the incident this morning left her exhausted, and she soon fell into a deep sleep.
She didn't know how much time had passed when Wang Pangzi's figure appeared outside the office window. Ruoxi was Wang Pangzi's absolute goddess. From the moment she transferred to the school, she had become the only person he wanted to seduce. However, so many years had passed, and he still hadn't found a good opportunity. Ruoxi was always on time for work, never attending office gatherings or the school's New Year's party. Wang Pangzi could only look on but never touch her, and he was incredibly anxious. Not long ago, upon hearing that Ruoxi's husband had been in a car accident, Fatty Wang was thrilled. He felt his chance had arrived, and his goal was about to be achieved. So, Fatty Wang would frequently visit Ruoxi's office, hoping to get closer, but he always ended up being rebuffed. This day, knowing the other teachers in Ruoxi's office were all in their classrooms, Fatty Wang excitedly rushed over.
Opening the office door, Fatty Wang peered towards Ruoxi's seat. "Huh, where is she? That woman doesn't have a class this period!" Fatty Wang looked around again, but because Ruoxi's seat was at the very back of the office, no matter how high he stood, he couldn't see her. He had hoped to have some alone time with her, but unexpectedly… Sigh, Fatty Wang walked out the door, his disappointment evident. Just as he was about to pass the office, Fatty Wang, unwilling to give up, glanced through the window again. A quick glance revealed a wisp of long, black hair draped over the desk. "Haha, finally found her! So that's where she was!" Wang Pangzi pushed open the door again and tiptoed to Ruoxi's seat. Ruoxi was leaning against the desk, her right hand supporting her head, quietly revealing half her face. Her long hair fell naturally, and her pink lips trembled slightly with her breathing, making Wang Pangzi want to take a bite immediately. Just as Wang Pangzi was immersed in this image of a sleeping beauty, a bold idea popped into his head. Wang Pangzi considered himself a gentleman, yet he couldn't help but feel smug about his own thought. After thinking for a moment, Fatty Wang called out softly twice, "Teacher Xu, Teacher Xu." Seeing no response from Ruoxi, he quickly pulled out his newly bought iPhone 4 from his pocket, opened the camera, and aimed it at Ruoxi's crotch. Because Ruoxi was lying diagonally with her legs tightly together, Fatty Wang snapped several photos, but could only capture her bare thighs. Just as he was about to give up and go back, fate intervened. Ruoxi, at the perfect moment, shifted her body, now lying face down on the table, her legs parting. This sight almost made Fatty Wang shout with excitement. He immediately pulled out his phone and snapped several photos of Ruoxi's crotch, not even checking the quality, before running away as fast as he could.
Back in his office, he took a deep breath and gulped down a mouthful of cold water, but still couldn't calm his excited heart. "Haha, I've struck it rich today! What kind of underwear is this slut wearing? Red? White? Black? Gray? Lace? Embroidered? Hollowed-out? Or maybe a thong? Thinking of this, Fatty Wang quickly pulled out his phone, opened his photo library, and saw this one—a thigh! This one—again, a thigh! This one—again, a thigh! This one! Fatty Wang suddenly sat up straight. This! This!! This! In the picture, two fleshy mounds were vaguely visible, a light brown with a hint of pink, and a thick line ran through them, perfectly positioned, as if a clitoris was being obscured by the line. "No wonder this is the high-end stuff I bought with half a month's salary! This photo is fucking clear!" "After a while, Fatty Wang calmed down. With this treasure in his hands, how could that slut escape his grasp? But how to play with this slut?
Too easy would be boring! Fatty Wang lay smugly in his office chair, his expression shifting between tense and lewd, occasionally licking his lips. Meanwhile, Ruoxi was having a sweet dream, lying on her desk.
Chapter 3
When she woke up, Ruoxi found it was almost noon. She straightened up and stretched her slightly sore back. At this moment, Xiaojun also walked into the office, preparing to go to the cafeteria with his mother.
Seeing this, Ruoxi picked up her handbag and stood up. "Ouch!" Ruoxi then remembered that her foot was still injured.
"Mom, what happened?"
Xiaojun immediately went to support Ruoxi, "Wow, so soft!" Before
he could even savor the pleasure, Xiaojun realized his thumb was pressing against his mother's chest. Ruoxi, however, showed no reaction to this sudden intrusion, simply taking her son's hand and walking towards the cafeteria.
After getting their food and finding seats, the mother and son sat facing each other. "Xiaojun, have you been paying attention in class lately? You need to focus on your studies and not get any funny ideas." Since Xiaojun's grades were always good, Ruoxi was relatively confident in her son, only offering a few perfunctory words of advice. "It's alright, it's just so-so, Mom, don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Seeing her son's confident expression, Ruoxi felt relieved. With her husband gone, her son was her only remaining concern.
Meanwhile, at a nearby mobile phone store, a chubby figure burst in, shouting, "Miss, quickly get me a new SIM card, I need it urgently!" This was none other than Wang Desheng, Fatty Wang. Holding the new SIM card, Fatty Wang eagerly swapped it into his phone.
"Heh heh, this is going to be interesting!" "
As soon as he turned on his phone, Fatty Wang entered that number he knew all too well, selected a photo, and sent the text message with a 'whoosh.'
At that moment, Ruoxi was still having lunch with Xiaojun in the cafeteria when her phone rang. 'Sigh, probably another scam text message from a fraud ring,' Ruoxi thought, and didn't rush to take out her phone to check. Fatty Wang was walking back to school, clutching his phone tightly, his mind drifting to Ruoxi in the cafeteria.
What would that woman's reaction be to the photo? Fear? Shyness? Or anger? Fatty Wang smugly fantasized. But even after he got back to his office, the phone still hadn't responded. 'Could it be that she didn't receive it? Anyone would react to a text message like that, right?'" Wang Pangzi was utterly puzzled. He hurriedly took out his phone and sent another message. Just then, Ruoxi finished eating and walked out of the cafeteria when her phone rang again. This time, Ruoxi finally took out her phone; the screen displayed an unfamiliar number. "Looks like another pointless scam text message." Ruoxi didn't even open it, putting her phone back in her handbag and slowly walking towards her office.
Wang Pangzi was pacing back and forth at his desk, his anxiety palpable. He'd sent two messages already, why still no response? Did that woman not care at all? Thinking this, Wang Pangzi immediately switched back to his old SIM card and dialed Ruoxi's number.
"Hello, Teacher Xu, this is Director Wang. The school's standards for senior professional titles have just been released. If you have time, come to the Academic Affairs Office. Your chances of getting promoted this year look very good." This senior professional title was related to her salary and retirement benefits, so she couldn't be negligent. Ruoxi said "Oh," and turned to walk towards the Academic Affairs Office.
Wang Pangzi was well aware of his covetousness towards Ruoxi, but he was powerless against the influence of his rank, and could only reluctantly comply. If Wang Pangzi were to retaliate, the consequences would be severe. Now, without her husband's income, Ruoxi had to support herself and her child alone. Although they weren't starving, life was very difficult. "It seems I should go out and tutor to earn some money," she thought, and arrived at the door of the administration office. Just as she was about to knock, the door opened with a "creak," and Wang Pangzi's fat face appeared. "Teacher Xu, it's rare for you to come. Please come in, please come in." Wang Pangzi's private office was much more spacious than the other teachers' shared offices. Ruoxi walked to the desk, pulled out a chair, and sat down. Wang Pangzi immediately served her tea and water, making outsiders think he was Ruoxi's follower.
Fatty Wang was busy behind her, but his eyes kept glancing at Ruoxi, who was sitting in a chair with her legs crossed, her skirt riding up to reveal a pair of white thighs. Fatty Wang was practically drooling. Ruoxi had her back to him, but she could feel his unfriendly gaze on her. "That Fatty Wang is definitely up to something," she thought, "but this senior professional title is too important for me right now. Oh well, what's wrong with letting him see a few times?" "Teacher Xu, I saw you sleeping on your desk when I passed by your office this morning. Have you been working too hard lately? You're still young, you need to take good care of yourself. Health is the foundation of everything!" Ruoxi simply nodded in agreement, unaware that Fatty Wang was plotting something else entirely. After
sitting for a long time, Fatty Wang never mentioned the professional title evaluation, instead rambling on about other things in life and work. Since the leader didn't bring it up, Ruoxi didn't bring it up either.
"What's that Fatty Wang up to!"
Ruoxi then got up to leave. Watching her figure slowly disappear, Fatty Wang thought, "Looks like she hasn't seen the text message yet. No wonder she ignored me!" With that thought, Fatty Wang immediately sent another text message.
"Beep beep beep," Ruoxi had just entered the office when her phone rang again. Back at her seat, Ruoxi opened the message. There wasn't a single word in the message, only a photo—a photo of a woman's crotch, a photo of a woman's crotch without underwear. "Thud," the phone fell to the ground. "Ah!" Ruoxi instantly broke out in a cold sweat. Wasn't the woman in the photo herself? It seemed someone had secretly taken a picture of her while she was sleeping that morning. But who was it? Fatty Wang! Thinking of Fatty Wang's subtle hints earlier, and those eyes constantly glancing at her crotch, it was definitely him! What did he want? Ruoxi took a deep breath, smoothed her hair behind her ear, and tried to calm herself down. There weren't many people in the office at this time, and no one noticed Ruoxi's unusual behavior.
"What do you want!"
Her fingers flew across the keyboard, dialing the number she'd received the call from, and sent it back. After sending the message, Ruoxi's expression grew increasingly serious, her brows furrowed tightly, her large eyes staring unblinkingly at the ceiling, waiting for what awaited her.
'Ring, ring!' The phone finally rang, and Fatty Wang immediately threw down his teacup and picked up the phone. Heh heh heh, never thought you'd fall into my hands!
"I don't want anything, I just miss you." "
What do you want in return for deleting those photos?"
"A request? Of course, it's you! As for how to do it, heh heh, I haven't figured it out yet. I'll let you know when I do." Putting down the phone, Ruoxi felt increasingly uneasy. Who knew if he would make some unreasonable demands to manipulate her? But with him holding the leverage, she could only take it one step at a time. For her reputation and her son's future, she was willing to risk everything!
Lunch break passed quickly, and Ruoxi's first class in the afternoon was next. She went to the restroom in the office, tidied herself up in front of the mirror, and in a daze, she saw herself from last night, completely naked except for pantyhose. Thinking of this, a trace of lustful fluid involuntarily seeped from her lower body.
Was she born a wanton woman who loved wearing stockings but disliked wearing underwear?
A blush gradually rose to Ruoxi's cheeks. Looking at her reflection in the mirror—sometimes dignified, sometimes graceful, sometimes wanton, sometimes weak—Ruoxi even felt a little anticipation for Wang Pangzi's text message.
"Ring ring ring," Ruoxi stepped into the classroom as the school bell rang.
"This afternoon we'll have a mock middle school entrance exam essay. The topic is 'I Live for...'. Any style is acceptable, feel free to write, at least 800 words. You must finish before the end of class, otherwise you'll have to stay after school to copy the essay. Did everyone understand? Let's begin." After announcing the lesson, Ruoxi sat listlessly at the podium. Everything that had happened today had left her exhausted. She glanced at the phone on the podium, feeling a mix of fear and anticipation.
The phone "hissed" on the podium, just as she wanted. "
That number again. I wonder what they want me to do."
"Now spread your legs and masturbate. If you don't, the whole school will know you're a lewd female teacher who only wears stockings and no underwear." Ruoxi looked up and glanced around. The classroom was quiet; everyone was writing furiously. There wasn't a soul in the hallway. Where was that person? Without a second thought, Ruoxi slowly parted her legs and rolled up her skirt. Luckily, the teacher's desk provided some cover, otherwise the students in the first row would have seen this lewd scene.
At that moment, Fatty Wang was sitting in the school's monitoring room. He had already dismissed the security guard and pulled up the footage of Ruoxi's class.
Each classroom in Ruoxi's school had two monitors, one in the center and the other on the ceiling near the main entrance.
"What are you thinking about? Do you want the whole school to know about your 'glorious deeds'?" Another text message came through her phone. Although afraid of being discovered by the students, she had no choice but to comply. Her right hand slowly lowered, her index and middle fingers gently touching her private parts. Only then did Ruoxi realize that her private parts were already soaked, the fluid seeping from her pantyhose, glistening slightly.
"Rub harder, or you're finished today!"
Holding her phone in her left hand, reading the obscene threatening text message, her right hand unconsciously increased the intensity and speed of her rubbing.
In the surveillance footage, a female teacher was seen with her legs wide open, her knee-length skirt rolled up to her waist. One hand held a phone, while the other vigorously rubbed her groin. Her expression shifted between pleasure, pain, anger, and helplessness; her mouth was slightly open, but her eyes were tightly closed. Seeing this scene he had previously only fantasized about, Fatty Wang pulled out his already erect penis and began to masturbate vigorously.
At this moment, Ruoxi had completely forgotten that she was in a classroom, facing her students. Waves of pleasure from her lower body were constantly assaulting her brain.
"Ah...ah..."
Ruoxi couldn't help but moan softly. Under the teacher's desk, the students were engrossed in writing, none of them wanting to stay after school to copy essays, and no one noticed the teacher's unusual behavior. However, in the last row of the classroom, a pair of eyes were fixed on Ruoxi at the podium; her every move had been observed.
Waves of pleasure washed over her, and Ruoxi couldn't help but quicken her rubbing, her head tilting back as if she were on the verge of climax. Sitting in the monitoring room, Fatty Wang also involuntarily increased his masturbation.
"Ah!"
The climax finally arrived; her bent legs suddenly straightened, and even her high heels fell to the ground with a "plop," gushing out her fluids. Fatty Wang also ejaculated at that moment.
Forgetting about her high heels, Ruoxi tiptoed and landed barefoot on the ground. The afterglow of her climax hadn't faded yet; she hadn't expected masturbating in front of her student to be so stimulating and pleasurable. After a while, Ruoxi finally came to her senses, hurriedly tidying herself up, but the blush on her face wouldn't fade.
She wondered where that person was, and whether he had seen the scene.
"Little slut, you did well today, I'll let you off this time. See you tomorrow!" The text message from that person came through her phone again. Ruoxi stared at it, unsure whether to feel joy or sorrow.
"Ring ring ring," the bell finally rang, signaling the end of class. She hastily collected the students' homework and quickly left the classroom. What awaited her tomorrow?
Chapter 4
Dragging her heavy steps home, she tossed her handbag aside and collapsed onto the sofa.
The performance in the classroom today, though thrilling, still left a deep impression on Ruoxi. She couldn't believe that she, a noble teacher, had done something so disgraceful in the sacred classroom. If others knew, how could she live with herself? But after the self-reproach subsided, Ruoxi began to miss that suppressed pleasure, that feeling of being in paradise, yet forced to suppress herself, unable to let others know.
She wondered if the other person was satisfied with her performance, if he was masturbating wildly in front of her, ejaculating thick fluids just like her. Thinking about it, she felt wet again, her right hand unconsciously lifting her skirt and gently rubbing herself through her pantyhose.
"Mmm, so good…that's the feeling…more…more intense…mmm…" The pressure of her fingers gradually increased, and the speed increased. The part of her pantyhose directly against her vulva was slowly soaked with her love fluid, but no matter how hard she tried, she still felt something was missing, just like the feeling she had in class today. "Could it be that I've started to enjoy masturbating in front of others? Am I just a born slut?" Just then, she heard the sound of a key being inserted into the lock. Xiao Jun had returned. Ruoxi broke out in a cold sweat. If Xiao Jun saw her in this lewd state, she wondered what he would think of his mother. Ruoxi hurriedly straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, but the flush on her face remained.
"Hey, Mom, you just got home too?" "
Yeah, you're home early today. Didn't you say you were going to play soccer with your classmates after school?" "I wasn't feeling well, so I came home early. Hey, Mom, are you not feeling well either? Your face is a little red. Do you have a cold?" Ruoxi's heart tightened, but she suppressed her anxiety. "No, it's just that I had a lot of classes today, and I'm a little tired." "Oh, Mom, you have to be careful. You're my only mom now." "Okay, Mom knows. By the way, are you hungry? Mom will make you some food now." Without waiting for Xiaojun's reply, Ruoxi rushed to the kitchen to prepare the meal, not even changing out of her uniform.
Back in his room, sitting at his desk, Xiaojun's mind was filled with Ruoxi's image from earlier. "Mom looked so charming just now. I don't know why, especially the blush on her face, it made her look incredibly alluring, like a ripe apple. I really wanted to take a big bite. But she's the mother who gave me life and raised me, how could I have such filthy thoughts?" Xiao Jun opened his schoolbag and took out his homework, his pen twirling in his hand, but he couldn't concentrate.
"Xiao Jun, come out and eat quickly!"
Hearing his mother's call, Xiao Jun snapped out of his daze, threw down his pen, and ran out. The food was still plentiful, and Xiao Jun ate his rice half-heartedly. "Xiao Jun, what's wrong? Is something on your mind, or is it about your studies?" Seeing her son's somewhat absent-minded look, Ruoxi asked with concern. "No, nothing." Xiao Jun was a little caught off guard. He looked up and found that Ruoxi was still wearing her uniform, her jacket was off, and two buttons of her shirt were undone, revealing a patch of snow-white skin, and he could even see a hint of cleavage. Ruoxi was unaware that her appearance had deeply attracted her son's attention; her mind was still preoccupied with the day's events.
With a "clatter," she accidentally knocked her chopsticks to the floor. Xiaojun hurriedly bent down to pick them up, only to discover a pair of small feet under the table, clad in flesh-colored stockings. Toes were encased in tiny slippers, the laces of the stockings clearly visible on the insteps, subtly reflecting the light. Her legs were pressed tightly together, the knee-length uniform skirt obscuring the view beneath, leaving Xiaojun feeling a pang of regret. He wondered what his mother's crotch looked like—a thick, dark forest, or a cute, bare vulva? After hastily finishing his meal, Xiaojun put down his chopsticks and ran back to his room.
After clearing the dishes, Ruoxi grabbed a nightgown and went into the bathroom. Unbuttoning her blouse one button at a time, she revealed her breasts, encased in a black bra. Although she had been married for many years, her breasts hadn't sagged as much as those of women her age; perhaps it was due to her regular exercise. Unhooking her bra, her snow-white breasts seemed ready to burst forth, their rosy nipples so adorable, tempting one to savor them like fine wine.
Naturally beautiful and meticulously cared for, even at 36, her skin remained delicate, as smooth as egg white, almost fragile. Her husband used to love teasing those breasts, rubbing and licking them, bringing her to climax several times. Pulling down the zipper of her skirt, it slid to the floor, leaving her in only a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose. Looking at herself in the mirror, remembering her climax in front of her students earlier that day, and that despicable blackmailer, Ruoxi found herself strangely looking forward to tomorrow. After showering,
she tossed her clothes into the washing machine and went into the bedroom. But as soon as the door closed, a figure darted into the bathroom. Opening the washing machine, she turned over the clothes, revealing a crumpled ball of flesh-colored pantyhose. Suppressing his nervousness, Xiao Jun's trembling hands pulled out the thing that had been keeping him up at night lately—his mother's pantyhose. Although she'd worn them all day, they didn't smell of sweat. He pressed the pantyhose tightly to his nose, greedily inhaling the unique scent of stockings, along with a faint leather smell—his mother's scent. He
quickly unzipped his pants, pulled out his bulging, veiny penis, and gently rolled up the stocking, aligning the toe with his urethral opening. The moment the stocking touched his penis, it jerked violently, like a long-awaited prey, unable to conceal its excitement. He took a deep breath, his left hand slowly gripping the shaft, the silky smooth sensation, like chocolate, flooding his mind through the bulging veins.
Because the toe of Ruoxi's stockings wasn't padded, the glans, a deep reddish-purple, was clearly visible through the thin fabric. These stockings were high-end items her husband brought back from a business trip to Europe. The quality was excellent, unlike some domestically produced ones which were rough. They were so smooth, like silk, that Ruoxi couldn't help but caress them for a while before putting them on. Before even starting, waves of pleasure washed over him. Xiaojun took a deep breath, suppressing his overwhelming excitement, and slowly began to masturbate his already restless penis.
He remembered the first time he'd had such close contact with his mother's silk-stockinged feet when he changed her shoes a few days ago, the soft touch on his upper arm in the office, and his mother's alluring appearance that afternoon. His masturbation gradually quickened, the unique tactile sensation of the stockings constantly assaulting his dazed mind, waves of pleasure washing over him.
"Ah!"
With a heartfelt cry, semen gushed from his penis, spraying all over the stocking. After a long while, Xiaojun finally snapped out of his reverie. Looking at his now limp penis and the stockings stained with his semen, a sense of guilt crept over him. "I actually masturbated with my own mother's underwear. Isn't that incest? How could I do such a heinous thing to my own mother?" After hastily washing his penis and stuffing the stockings into the washing machine, Xiao Jun turned around and went into his room. Without even turning off the light, he lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Meanwhile, in the next bedroom, Ruoxi, wearing a nightgown, was grading the essays her students had handed in that day. Although she tried hard not to think about what had happened that day, she couldn't help but wonder who the person who had blackmailed her was. Was it Fatty Wang? Thinking about his brazen gaze in his office that day, and how he had held her senior professional title evaluation in his hands, Ruoxi was somewhat certain of her suspicions. Or perhaps it was another male teacher at the school? There were quite a few male teachers who fawned over her. Who could it be?
If the photos of her in her underwear didn't circulate, how could she continue living in this school, in this city? And what about her beloved Xiaojun? She couldn't let him suffer any harm. Her husband was already gone; she couldn't lose her son too. No matter what shameless demands that person made, even if it meant sacrificing herself, for Xiaojun, she wouldn't care about anything, even mountains of knives or seas of fire.
Just then, a text message popped up on her phone: "Little slut, sleep well tonight, look forward to tomorrow's game." The next morning, Ruoxi was woken up early by her phone vibrating. A new text message: "Black pantyhose, no underwear allowed, skirt must be too long. If you don't comply, think about the consequences." It was indeed his demand. Despite her reluctance, Ruoxi opened the closet and chose a pair of thick, opaque black pantyhose.
The crotch of these pantyhose was thickened, perhaps providing some sense of security.
She then took out a black dress from the closet and put it on. The hemline was an inch above her knees; as long as she was careful, no one should notice anything amiss. Sitting in front of the dressing table, she saw a reflection in the mirror, a far cry from the gloom that had followed her husband's death. A subtle, enigmatic radiance shone through her, and her skin glowed with a rosy hue, as if she had returned to the days she spent with her husband. After applying a light layer of makeup, Ruoxi knocked on her son's door. "Xiaojun, get up and have breakfast!" After a long while, Xiaojun sleepily opened the door and was immediately stunned to see Ruoxi preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Her hair was piled high, her figure was beautifully outlined by her dress, and especially her legs in black stockings beneath the hem—Mom looked stunning today. Ruoxi turned around and saw her son staring at her blankly. Instead of being angry, she felt a sense of pride: "What are you daydreaming about? Go wash your face and brush your teeth, you'll be late for morning reading." Xiaojun snapped out of his daze and rushed into the bathroom.
After breakfast, Xiaojun took the bus to school first, and a while later, Ruoxi drove to school as well. Because she didn't want her son to be treated specially, Ruoxi didn't want others to know that she was also a teacher at her son's school, so Xiaojun always took the bus to and from school. A white Polo drove into the campus. Ignoring Old Li's greeting, Ruoxi got out and hurried towards the office. Just as she entered, her phone received a text message: "There's a box on your desk. It contains your performance for today." Sure enough, there was a small box on her desk. Opening it, she found a vibrator and a note: "You know where to put it." Picking up the vibrator, she couldn't find the switch; it seemed to be remote-controlled. She wondered what this person wanted her to do. The other teachers hadn't arrived yet. Ruoxi boldly lifted the hem of her dress and placed the vibrator on her clitoris, encased in black pantyhose.
The cool sensation when the vibrator touched her clitoris sent a shiver down her spine, and her vagina seemed to secrete a little lubrication.
She didn't know if she was afraid of the person's threat or looking forward to her performance.
Chapter 5
After two classes, that person still hadn't sent a text message. Sitting in her office, male teachers would occasionally come over to greet her, and Ruoxi would respond with a smile. Could that person be one of them? She carefully observed their expressions; they seemed no different from before. Could it not be them? Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Next was the flag-raising ceremony, and today it was Ruoxi's turn to give her weekly work report. Picking up her prepared speech, she tidied herself in front of the mirror and hurried to the playground.
When Ruoxi arrived, the flag-raising ceremony had already begun. After the principal gave a few words of encouragement, it was Ruoxi's turn. Standing beside the platform, looking at the row of school leaders, Ruoxi secretly encouraged herself. She had to perform well and leave a good impression on the leaders, making it easier for her to be evaluated for promotion at the end of the year. "Teacher Xu Ruoxi, please come up to the stage." It was her turn. Calming herself, Ruoxi took small steps and approached the microphone. "Dear colleagues and students, good afternoon. Today, I will be giving you a report on the work of the past week..." Bathed in sunlight, Ruoxi, standing on the stage, seemed like an angel descended to earth, so pure and innocent, like a lotus emerging from the water. The male teachers below were captivated, unable to look away. Even those nearing retirement wished they were 20 years younger.
"Last week, our school's hygiene... um..."
Suddenly, the vibrator started vibrating. Caught off guard, Ruoxi was startled. Was he going to play a trick on her now? In front of all the teachers and students, in front of her son—if someone found out, she would be doomed. Fortunately, the vibration wasn't too strong yet, and she had been caught off guard. She could just endure it; hopefully, no one would notice anything amiss. "The hygiene is very good... um... all the assigned areas are cleaned... um... very clean... um... everyone should... keep up the good work..." She had initially thought the person was just playing a prank, but the vibrating egg's amplitude kept increasing. Despite taking deep breaths, waves of pleasure kept flooding her mind. If this continued, she would eventually moan, and thousands of students throughout the school would hear through the microphone! "Teacher Ruoxi, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?" The host, noticing Ruoxi's unusual condition, immediately came over to ask. Ruoxi waved her hand, indicating she was fine. "However, there are still some areas that need improvement. For example... um..." The vibrating egg continued to vibrate. Although the amplitude hadn't increased, the pleasure from her lower body continued to assault her mind. Ruoxi could feel her vagina secreting a large amount of lubrication, not only wetting the vibrating egg but also completely soaking the crotch of her pantyhose. The constantly flowing lubrication seeped through the stockings and slowly trickled down her thighs. Ruoxi tried to squeeze her legs together, but this only made the vibrator press even harder against her clitoris, and the intense pleasure almost made her moan. The male teachers below the stage watched Ruoxi, her brows furrowed, her right hand holding the script trembling, and her legs, encased in black stockings, shaking uncontrollably, as if she were desperately trying to suppress something. Even the students whispered among themselves, wondering what was wrong with Teacher Xu today. Xiaojun, standing in the student formation, was even more worried, his fists clenched so tightly that sweat beaded between his fingers, but there was nothing he could do but pray that his mother would be alright. Just as Ruoxi was about to give in and run off the stage, the vibrator abruptly stopped. Secretly relieved, Ruoxi straightened up, took two deep breaths, and continued, "Sorry, I suddenly felt unwell just now, but I'm fine now. Let's continue..." After finishing the report, the vibrator stopped bothering her. Relieved, Ruoxi turned and walked off the platform, glancing at Fatty Wang sitting there. Fatty Wang was sitting upright in his chair, carefully examining a document, showing no sign of anything amiss. Could it not be him?
Dragging her slightly unsteady steps back to the office, Ruoxi plopped down in a chair. The scene just now was too thrilling; she almost groaned in front of the entire school. Her lower body was now completely wet, the crotch of her pantyhose clinging tightly to her thick labia. The vibrator had slipped slightly, tightly enveloped by her labia, as if it were about to be sucked in. At this moment, Ruoxi was alone in the office. Looking around to make sure no one else was there, she gently lifted the hem of her skirt, pressing her left middle finger tightly against her clitoris. "Ah..." A burning desire seemed to ignite within her, the emptiness in her lower body being filled by a fiery sensation. Through the stockings, her middle and index fingers rapidly rubbed her clitoris up and down. "Ah...it hurts...I want to be filled..." "Mmm...mmm...ah...mmm..." Seemingly forgetting she was in her own office, she forcefully spread her black-stockinged thighs apart, her right hand somehow slipping inside her collar, vigorously kneading her 36D breasts through her bra. "Thud!" Suddenly, Ruoxi stumbled backward, almost landing on her bottom. A piercing pain shot through her left foot, abruptly pulling her back to reality. Looking down, she realized that the heel of her left high heel had broken from the exertion. She lifted her left foot and gently rubbed her ankle, a slight pain radiating from it. Only then did Ruoxi realize that her skirt had slipped down to her buttocks, exposing her lower body, encased in black pantyhose, to the public eye. Anyone who came in would surely see her embarrassing state. Ignoring the pain, Ruoxi immediately straightened her clothes. Just as she finished, the office door opened. It was Xiao Wang, the homeroom teacher of the next class. "Ms. Xu, are you alright? Should we go to the infirmary?" His voice rang out even before he arrived. Xiao Wang was one of Ruoxi's admirers. Having just noticed Ruoxi's unusual behavior, he saw it as a good opportunity to impress her, so he rushed over as soon as the flag-raising ceremony ended. "I'm fine, probably just too tired lately," Ruoxi replied. Xiao Wang was 185 cm tall and handsome, and usually quite considerate, so Ruoxi didn't stand on ceremony. At this moment, Xiao Wang had already walked to Ruoxi's desk and noticed a high heel lying on the floor, along with a small, black-stockinged foot tiptoeing on its toes. Ruoxi followed Xiao Wang's gaze and also noticed the situation: "
The heel of the high heel is broken. I twisted it just now, it hurt quite a bit." "Ah... ha..." Xiao Wang was completely captivated by Ruoxi's small, black-stockinged foot and didn't even hear what she was saying. "Teacher Wang, Teacher Wang." Ruoxi
noticed that Xiao Wang was staring blankly at her left foot. She sighed, wondering why these men were so captivated by stockings. After a while, Xiao Wang finally snapped out of his daze, perhaps realizing his earlier lapse in composure. His face flushed red, and after a few polite words, he left on his own.
After this whole ordeal, Ruoxi had calmed down. The crotch of her pantyhose was damp, and a cool breeze made it feel damp. She couldn't wear high heels anymore. How was she going to go to class? The only thing in the office was a pair of open-toed crystal slippers. Was she going to go to class in slippers? It seemed... There was no other way. At this time, the other teachers in the office gradually returned, and seeing the time, they realized it was almost time for the third period.
Class 2 of Grade 3 was in complete chaos, filled with laughter and shouts. Suddenly, the entire classroom fell silent. Every male student in the class stared intently at the classroom door. Their favorite teacher, the one they fantasized about—Ruoxi—was walking down the corridor. Ruoxi was already used to the students' gazes and was quite pleased with herself for attracting such a group of young men. "Today we'll go over the essays you wrote last time."
Because her left foot still ached intermittently, Ruoxi took off her left slipper and placed it on her right leg, holding her materials in one hand and gently massaging her ankle with the other. Ruoxi was enthusiastically lecturing on the platform, unaware that a pair of eyes in the first row to the right of the teacher was staring intently at her black-stockinged feet. Although
Xiao Fang was assigned to the first row because of his short stature, he had no complaints, as this allowed him to be closer to his beloved teacher, Ms. Xu, and to observe her beautiful legs in stockings more closely. Today, as soon as Ruoxi entered the classroom, Xiao Fang noticed that she wasn't wearing high heels, but rather a pair of open-toed slippers, encased in black... The toes inside the stockings were so adorable, so translucent, that he longed to immediately reach out and savor them. Then, he noticed Ruoxi had placed her left foot on her right thigh, her entire small, black-stockinged foot fully exposed, her five toes twitching restlessly within the stockings. Although he had just seen Ruoxi's feet in flesh-colored stockings up close a few days ago, today's black stockings were clearly more alluring. Even from a distance, they appeared more hazy and captivating. Throughout the lesson, Ruoxi remained seated at the podium, her left foot sometimes lowered, sometimes raised, drawing alternating gazes of intense longing and disappointment from Xiao Fang.
"Ding-a-ling!" The bell rang, signaling the end of class. "Alright, that's all for today. We'll cover what we didn't finish next class."
Ruoxi stretched and prepared to get up, only to find Xiao Fang already rushing to the podium. "Teacher Xu, your feet seem a little uncomfortable. Let me help you back to your office." Seeing Xiao
Fang's excited expression, and recalling how he had massaged her feet a few days ago, Ruoxi blushed but didn't refuse. With Xiao Fang supporting her waist, they slowly walked towards the office. Along the way, the faint scent of Ruoxi's perfume and the warmth of her body from her right hand made Xiao Fang's heart pound wildly. He had never been so close to his goddess. Looking down, he could see her small, black-stockinged feet peeking out from under her slippers, making him incredibly excited. He wished they could walk like this forever. After about five minutes, just as they were about to reach the office, Ruoxi suddenly slipped and fell backward. Xiao Fang tried to catch her, but Ruoxi pulled him along with her. She fell face-first. "Plop!" She felt her head hit a soft ball of cotton. Looking up, she saw that ball of cotton was none other than her teacher's ample breasts. Her hands involuntarily moved over and squeezed them hard through her clothes. Still dazed from the fall, Ruoxi involuntarily let out a moan, which sounded like heavenly music to Xiao Fang's ears. After a long while, Xiao Fang came to his senses and found himself straddling his teacher. He rolled over and stood up, intending to help Ruoxi up, but his eyes were fixed on her as if he had discovered a shocking secret. It turned out that Ruoxi's skirt had been lifted up to her waist by the fall, revealing her lower body covered by black pantyhose. A thick, dark forest was clearly visible, and... The vibrating egg nestled between her labia. Xiao Fang never imagined that his dream girl was only wearing pantyhose and no underwear, and that vibrating egg... the scene before him was so obscene yet so suggestive. Ruoxi snapped out of her daze, realizing her student was staring at her genitals. She realized she'd been discovered and quickly struggled to her feet, running towards the office, leaving Xiao Fang lost in thought, not even noticing Ruoxi's departure. Thankfully, no one else had noticed. As for Xiao Fang, she needed to find a way to prevent it from getting out. Back in her office, Ruoxi buried her head in her arms, racking her brains for a solution, while Xiao Fang, still dazed, returned to the classroom. The scene that had just unfolded still haunted him. All of it was unforgettable.
Chapter 6
The morning passed in a daze. Xiao Fang's mind was filled with the image of Ruoxi falling: her disheveled long hair, her pained expression, and the unprotected vulva beneath her skirt, even more obscured by the black stockings. Xiao Fang couldn't understand why his usually elegant teacher wouldn't wear underwear, only pantyhose, when she went out. Was she coerced? Or was it just one of her little fetishes?
The school bell rang, and Xiao Fang listlessly got up to go home for lunch. Just as he came down the stairs, he found Ruoxi waiting at the bottom, seemingly waiting for someone. Xiao Fang hadn't sorted out his thoughts and didn't know how to face Ruoxi. He just lowered his head and hurriedly ran towards the school gate.
"Hey, Fang Ming, wait a minute."
Hearing the teacher call him, Xiao Fang had no choice but to turn around.
"You...you come here for a moment, I have something to tell you." After saying that
, Ruoxi turned and left without looking back, seemingly heading towards the parking lot.
It seemed there was no way to escape, so Xiao Fang had no choice but to follow Ruoxi.
Upon arriving at the parking lot, Ruoxi went straight to her car, opened the door, and got in. Seeing this,
Xiao Fang opened the passenger door as well. As soon as he poked his head in, a long, black-stockinged leg came into view. Before he could react, he heard, "What are you daydreaming about? Come in quickly." Xiao Fang hurriedly got into the passenger seat and closed the door.
For the first two minutes, neither of them spoke; the atmosphere was stiff and awkward.
"Teacher, actually, I didn't see anything,"
Xiao Fang said, mustering his courage, but he didn't dare look Ruoxi in the eye.
"Sigh…you don't need to deny it anymore. I know. I had no choice but to dress like this. I hope you won't look down on me, and please don't tell other students."
"I know, teacher, I promise I won't tell other students."
"Hmm, I know you really like my legs. If you can promise not to tell other students, you can look at my legs as you like, but you can't do anything inappropriate, okay?"
"Just look, can I touch them?"
At this point, Xiao Fang mustered his courage and asked Ruoxi directly.
"Uh...uh..."
Ruoxi hesitated. Aside from her deceased husband, no one had ever touched her thighs. Now, facing her student, her mind went completely blank.
"I promise I won't tell other students, and I won't do anything inappropriate. I just really like your legs, teacher. Every night when I masturbate, I think about your thighs and feet in stockings. I just want to touch them now."
Faced with Xiao Fang's blatant confession, Ruoxi didn't know what to do. Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation on her thigh—the feeling of being touched by a man. It turned out that Xiao Fang, seeing Ruoxi's hesitation, decided to act decisively and ask for her consent later.
"Be gentle!"
Ruoxi knew she couldn't refuse now. If she angered Xiao Fang and he told others, she would be too ashamed to live.
Xiao Fang reclined his chair, sat cross-legged, and then reclined Ruoxi's chair as well. Ruoxi, understanding the situation, took off her shoes and placed her feet in front of Xiao Fang. Xiao Fang gently lifted Ruoxi's right foot and placed it in front of her. Five delicate toes were encased in a thin layer of black gauze, the texture of the stockings clearly visible, even more alluring against the backdrop of bright red nail polish. Xiao Fang could no longer resist. She picked up Ruoxi's other foot and pressed it tightly against her face, feeling the texture of the stockings against her softest skin. Of course, her nose couldn't be ignored either; Ruoxi's feet had only a very faint leather scent, probably because she hadn't worn high heels for too long that day.
Xiao Fang stuck out her tongue and gently licked the sole of Ruoxi's foot. "Ah!"
The tickling sensation from the sole made Ruoxi cry out unexpectedly. Then, another tickling sensation came. "Ah! Itchy!"
Before the words were even finished, waves of tickling shot from the sole of her foot straight to her brain. Ruoxi tried to pull her foot back, but Xiao Fang held it too tightly. Ruoxi's resistance only made Xiao Fang increase her grip, from the instep to the arch, leaving no crease or crevice untouched.
Suddenly, a warm sensation came from her toes. It turned out that Xiao Fang had put Ruoxi's toes in his mouth, sucking and tasting them vigorously. Ruoxi had never experienced such passion in her life. Waves of itching fermented in her brain, turning into excitement. Her vagina was now completely wet, with vaginal fluid flowing freely, soaking a large area of her pantyhose. After tasting her left foot, Xiao Fang continued to taste her right, his hands not idle either, caressing her from her calf to her thigh, and then back down. The soft touch of the stockings traveled from his fingertips and tongue, and with his eyes closed, Xiao Fang was completely immersed in this wonderful world.
"Ah! Ahh!"
Xiao Fang suddenly felt the two thighs in his arms trembling violently. Looking down, he saw that Ruoxi's vagina was shooting out two jets of fluid, completely soaking the crotch of her stockings, and the seat was also a muddy mess.
Ruoxi had climaxed. She was still reeling from the afterglow of her orgasm. The unprecedented stimulation had brought her to an unprecedented climax, and even after a while, a trickle of fluid was still gushing from her vagina.
Xiao Fang lowered Ruoxi's legs and looked up. The beauty's eyes were closed, her long, disheveled hair obscuring most of her face, but the blush on her cheeks spoke volumes about the satisfaction she had just experienced. Her skirt was completely lifted, and the pink glint between her legs seemed to be beckoning.
As Ruoxi savored the satisfaction of her orgasm, a wonderful sensation suddenly came from her lower body.
"Ah..."
Ruoxi moaned involuntarily, "Hmm, faster! Ah... ah... so good!"
Xiao Fang buried his head between Ruoxi's legs, licking her clitoris heavily with his tongue. The intense friction of the stockings brought Ruoxi wave after wave of pleasure. Soon, two more streams of fluid shot out, and Xiao Fang, not wanting to waste such a delicious treat, swallowed them all.
After a while, Ruoxi opened her hazy eyes and looked at the boy who had brought her to orgasm twice. She said softly, "Thank you, Xiao Fang. Teacher felt very comfortable just now."
"But my little brother is very uncomfortable. Teacher, can you help me?"
Xiao Fang's crotch was already protesting. Seeing this, Ruoxi could only sit up and crawl to Xiao Fang's crotch. First, she removed his outer pants, then his underwear. As soon as she pulled down Xiao Fang's underwear, a huge dragon came into Ruoxi's view.
It was so big, much bigger than her husband's, probably 18 centimeters. She wondered what it would feel like to have something like that inserted.
Seeing his teacher's surprise at the size of his penis, Xiao Fang was also very proud. He leaned forward with his buttocks to express his dissatisfaction. Ruoxi reached out her right hand, and as soon as she touched his penis, a hot sensation went straight to her brain, and her vagina involuntarily flowed with fluid.
"Teacher will give you a handjob."
Saying this, Ruoxi gripped Xiao Fang's penis and began to stroke it back and forth. Fortunately, Ruoxi's car had special windows that allowed people inside to see out, but those outside couldn't see inside. Otherwise, what would others think if they saw a school teacher masturbating his student in his own car?
After a while, Ruoxi switched hands, her left hand getting tired, then her right, then her left, but Xiao Fang showed no sign of ejaculating. Ruoxi wanted to give up several times, but she was afraid of angering Xiao Fang, so she persisted.
"Teacher, give me a blowjob."
"What? What's a blowjob?"
"It's oral sex, teacher, you don't know how, do you? It's very simple."
Hearing her student ask her to give him oral sex, Ruoxi was instantly stunned. It wasn't that Ruoxi didn't know how to give oral sex; on the contrary, because her husband enjoyed it, her technique was quite good.
But the thought of facing her student—masturbating him was already excessive, and now he wanted her to give him oral sex?
"Teacher, can you hurry up?"
Xiao Fang was already very impatient. He had already made you feel good twice, and now it was his turn, and you were getting tired of it? Xiao Fang ignored Ruoxi and lay flat on the chair, his hands under his head, waiting for the special service that was about to begin.
Ruoxi was helpless; her weakness was in someone else's hands, and she could only take it one step at a time. Just as Ruoxi was about to move, she heard Xiao Fang say, "Teacher, let's do 69, that way you'll feel good too."
So, Ruoxi could only face Xiao Fang's face with her buttocks and gently lean down. Xiao Fang's huge penis stood straight in front of her, with a little bit of sticky fluid seeping from the glans. Fortunately, Xiao Fang had just showered last night, so his penis didn't have any odor. Ruoxi gritted her teeth and swallowed the delicious thing in front of her.
In a hazy dream, it was as if she were back in the time she gave her husband oral sex, only this time the penis was much larger than his. Ruoxi used all the skills she used on her husband before, swallowing and releasing the penis in her mouth, her tongue spinning rapidly, from the urethral opening to the foreskin and then to the shaft, the wet, sizzling sounds filling the air.
Xiao Fang never expected that his usually dignified teacher's oral sex skills were so superb. His little brother moved up and down in the warmth, hot and cold, an indescribable sensation. At this moment, Ruoxi's buttocks were hovering above Xiao Fang's nose. Xiao Fang reached out and ripped open the crotch of her pantyhose with a tearing sound, allowing his tongue to make direct contact with Ruoxi's vulva. Xiao Fang parted Ruoxi's labia and inserted his tongue into her vagina.
Ruoxi, who was working hard, also noticed that her pantyhose had been torn open at the crotch. Just as she was about to protest, a wave of pleasure filled her mind. While stirring his tongue inside her vagina, Xiao Fang rubbed her clitoris, and the two waves of pleasure overwhelmed Ruoxi, making her unable to extricate herself and only able to work her penis even harder.
A moment later, with a spasm from Ruoxi, a gush of vaginal fluid spurted out, wetting Xiao Fang's entire face. Xiao Fang also felt his genitals expand, and he ejaculated into Ruoxi's mouth.
It took a while for both of them to come to their senses after reaching their climax. Ruoxi hurriedly took off her torn stockings, only to have them snatched away by Xiao Fang. "Teacher, consider this a keepsake for me."
Ruoxi had no choice but to straighten her skirt, sit in the driver's seat, and watch Xiao Fang slowly put on his pants.
"By the way, what's your phone number, teacher? This will make it easier to contact you later."
After getting Ruoxi's phone number, Xiao Fang got out of the car satisfied and walked towards the school gate.
Sitting in the driver's seat for a long time, suddenly, two streams of tears flowed from Ruoxi's eyes, falling onto the steering wheel.
She didn't know what kind of humiliation, or perhaps pleasure, awaited her tomorrow…
Chapter 7
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