[The Autobiography of the Girl in Stockings]

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The Autobiography of a Girl in Stockings
Author: Unknown
I am a girl who loves wearing stockings. Seeing so many men adore stockings and beautiful legs, I want to
share my story with everyone. Perhaps after reading this, you will think I am a slutty woman, but I don't care.
I am still a virgin. I like girls, and I want to find a girl who likes stockings to be my
other half. As for men, I just like to play with their penises, watching them ejaculate because of me
gives me a feeling similar to a successful prank, which makes me very happy.
You might find my descriptions of sex too simple, but after all, I'm not writing
a novel, just recounting my own story. It's impossible to specifically recall and describe the details; the main point is
to write my story. You can imagine the specific details yourself.
My mother went abroad to develop her career when I was in elementary school, only returning home for a short time each year. My father
is a doctor, with a good personality and very devoted, so there was no risk of family breakdown. This
created a very good living environment for me. I have my own room, which is beautifully decorated. My mom always
brought me back lots of pretty clothes from abroad, especially stockings. So, I've loved
the feel of stockings against my skin since I was little.
When I was in kindergarten, the boys' and girls' toilets weren't separated. So, when I went to the toilet, I often saw
boys using it too. I was always bothered by the difference between their lower bodies and mine. But when there were many people around, I
didn't dare ask. One time, it was my turn to clean with a boy. After school in the afternoon, the teacher had something to do and told us
to clean on our own. There was no one else around. I saw him go to the toilet and followed him. When he started urinating
, I stood next to him watching, and he seemed a little shy. I asked if I could touch it. He said yes.
So, after he finished urinating, I touched his penis. I felt it was a little hard.
It was quite fun. But that was all at the time. Later, in elementary school, the boys' and girls' toilets were separated, and I
didn't dare go to the boys' toilet. So, I didn't really experience anything related to sex in elementary school. However,
computers started to appear then, and my parents bought one for our home. Our generation is born with a knack for computers. Before
long, though my dad didn't know, I'd found a lot of pornographic websites. However, I was still a
diligent student in elementary school and got into a good middle school.
My sexual happiness started by chance, in my second year of middle school. One day during PE class
, I accidentally twisted my arm. That evening, I told my dad I wanted him to help me take a bath. My dad did
n't seem to notice anything unusual. Since it was summer, he was only wearing beach shorts, shirtless,
as he bathed me. While washing me, he naturally applied shower gel, which gave him the opportunity to fondle
my already developing breasts. I also asked him to wash my lower body, and after a while, I noticed a bulge in his shorts
. So I asked, "Dad, what's in your pants?" My dad smiled awkwardly and said
nothing. I persisted, telling him to let me see. My dad absolutely refused. I cried and made a scene. Finally, my dad had no
choice but to tell me, "You can't tell anyone!" I agreed. Then my dad took off his pants. I saw
an erect penis for the first time. My dad told me some things about male sex. I asked him, "Can I touch it?"
He initially disagreed, but I knew he could
n't possibly be completely uninterested looking at my beautiful, naked body. Finally, he agreed. I reached out and grasped his penis, slowly stroking it up and down. He took a deep
breath, looking quite comfortable. But after a short while, he regained his senses and rationally said it was okay.
Of course, I didn't want to miss this hard-won opportunity, so I vigorously rubbed his penis. Then I heard him
say, "No more!" and his body jerked backward. I clearly saw a stream of white liquid
spurt from his glans, splashing onto my face and body. It was my first time touching a man's semen; it had a faint fishy
smell, but I didn't dislike it. My dad kept apologizing. He quickly put on his pants, helped me shower,
dry me off, and dressed me. For the next few days, my dad was always very embarrassed around me.
I didn't want things to continue like this. So I used the family computer to search for a lot of information about sex online. The more I looked at
men's penises, the more I found them amusing. However, I also began to realize that I was a lesbian. Of course,
this self-narration mainly focuses on how I manipulate men, so I won't go into details about my girlfriend. As my
understanding of sex deepened, I understood why my stockings sometimes had white spots –
they were traces of my father's semen left from masturbating with them. I observed
my father discreetly for a while. I discovered that he would often masturbate with my stockings and underwear while showering after I showered
. This excited me greatly. Every night, I constantly imagined these lewd scenes and my father's penis.
However, at that time, I didn't know how to masturbate. Finally, one night, after my father finished showering, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and
took out my stockings before he put his clothes in the washing machine. Sure enough, there were still traces
and smells of semen on them. I went to the living room, where my father was. Seeing what I was holding, he shuddered.
I got straight to the point. Finally, Dad admitted that he had been using my clothes to fantasize about my body and
masturbate, releasing his unfulfilled desires. I gently told him I understood. He apologized many times.
I told him not to blame himself, that it was a normal phenomenon for men. Then I asked, "Can I
comfort your desires instead of Mom?" Dad was shocked and immediately and firmly objected. Actually, I knew that
the reason Mom could go out without worry was because Dad was a principled person and wouldn't do anything reckless. I
liked that about him too. So I further told him that I actually had a very strong sexual curiosity, and if possible
, I wanted to learn about sex while engaging in sexual games. If I couldn't find a proper place to release my pent-up desires, I might find
other boys to play with. Dad panicked and didn't know what to do. So I said, "How about this,
I'll help you ejaculate every day, and you let me play with your penis and teach me about sex, okay?" I told him I had a bottom line and
wouldn't agree to him taking my virginity; he could use his hand or other methods. I also hoped Dad could guide me.
Dad agreed to give it a try.
I was so happy and said, "Let's do it now!" Besides, Dad's penis was already erect, waiting for me. That
night, it was my first time giving oral sex. Because I said I wanted to try something different, Dad had to teach me
how to do it. Although I had seen it online before, I still thought it was quite fun. When Dad's penis
went in and out of my mouth, I felt so excited. After a while, I spat out Dad's penis and asked, "
Can you ejaculate in my mouth this time? I want to taste the semen." Dad hugged me tightly and said,
"I love you so much, my good daughter. Dad will satisfy you no matter what you want." So I took Dad's
penis into my mouth again and started stroking it. Finally, I felt the glans swell up again, and then a slippery, slightly salty
liquid entered my mouth. I spat out the penis, smacked my lips, and swallowed the semen in front of Dad.
Although it didn't taste good, for some reason, I didn't dislike it at all.
For the next week, my dad and I kept changing our methods. Every morning, he would make me ejaculate
before he got up for work. He also gave me his computer's sex tape. In my free time, I would browse all
sorts of pornographic websites and download AVs to watch. I really envied those AV actresses; they could
play with so many people and make so many men ejaculate because of them. At night, I couldn't wait to play with my dad's penis and try
all sorts of sexual things.
A week later, my dad and I talked again. He abandoned his previous bottom line and agreed to
guide me in sexual matters. I told him that as long as it wasn't penetrated into my vagina and didn't cause any harm to my body through SM,
I was willing to try any other method. At the same time, my dad and I decided to basically not wear clothes at home. I would only wear pantyhose or
stockings, which was what my dad wanted. My dad told me that he was a foot fetishist and a stocking fetishist, and that women's stockings
could greatly excite him. From then until I graduated from junior high school and entered high school, I
grew up under my dad's caresses. Meanwhile, whenever we had a good idea, we would record it with a camera to keep as a memento
.
During this time, I slept in the same bed as my father. Every morning, he would wait for me to suck his penis
until he ejaculated in my mouth before getting up and then urinating in my mouth. He would also drink the urine I had stored up
overnight with his mouth against my genitals. I realized this was a way for men to declare their possession of women. After
breakfast, we would go to work or school separately. When I came back in the evening, I would eagerly take off all my clothes, leaving only my stockings.
When my father came back, he would take off all his clothes, his big penis dangling in front of me. After we finished eating, when I went to wash the dishes, my father
would usually rub his penis against my stockinged buttocks or thighs from behind, while massaging my
breasts and clitoris. Then we would shower together. He would massage my breasts and face with his penis, and I
would help him wash his genitals. Sometimes my father couldn't help but ejaculate, and I would use the semen to wash my hair. My father would also use his hands
or mouth to help me achieve a more pleasurable feeling. Then we would go back to our respective rooms. I did my homework while my dad did other
things. Then we'd cuddle and sleep, my dad would put his penis between my legs or on my old stockings
. Every weekend, my dad would make me wear sexy stockings and give him a fuck, then he'd ejaculate on my
legs. We also watched AVs together, learning all sorts of positions. So at that time, besides still being
a virgin, my body was tainted by his penis and semen.
On the night we celebrated my first day of high school, my dad and I tried anal sex. We
soaked together in the bathroom for a while to relax. Then my dad put Vaseline on his penis and slowly
put some in my anus with his fingers. I held onto the windowsill, and my dad slowly inserted his penis into my anus from behind.
It hurt so much! But to complete all the different sex positions, I tried my best to endure it. Unlike in novels,
there was no orgasm; for more than 10 minutes, I only felt pain. However, Dad said it was indeed very tight, and he ejaculated inside my rectum
, which was what I requested. So, besides my vagina, Dad possessed every other part of my body
. I'll save my vagina for the girls I like in stockings later. This was also my only experience with anal sex, because I know
anal sex is very bad for a woman's body, so I won't do it again. This was just
an experiment to try out different sexual positions.
Later, in high school, my body was fully developed. Looking at my mature and perfectly
formed body, I was incredibly happy. I wanted to become a
beautiful woman who could manipulate men, making them lose their minds and die from exhaustion (hehe, that's a bit of an exaggeration). That would be truly satisfying! Of course, I
wasn't satisfied with just playing with Dad. I wanted to play with more penises. So, my target naturally shifted
to the boys and teachers at school. Luckily, before that, I discovered my
pleasure on the bus.
I took the bus to and from school, always during rush hour. I was always squeezed into the crowd. However,
gradually, perhaps people's thoughts became less innocent, and there were men on the bus who groped women. Actually, I actually
hoped to encounter such a person. Of course, there are many novels depicting such scenes. Every time I read one, I fantasized about
having such a good thing happen to me. So, I insisted on not wearing underwear to school, only wearing flesh-colored pantyhose. My skirt couldn't be too
short because I had to consider the school; I usually wore a knee-length skirt. But I still preferred sneakers; they
were comfortable to walk in and didn't easily cause calluses, so I wanted to protect my beautiful feet.
After waiting for more than a month, such a good thing finally happened. One day on my way to school, as usual
, I squeezed into the group of younger, handsome men on the bus and waited patiently. Suddenly,
I felt someone touch my buttocks. I was secretly happy, but pretended not to notice, though I
glanced at him. Fortunately, it was a rather handsome young man who looked like a college student. Although I didn't mind helping men ejaculate,
I still hoped he was good-looking. I had no interest in ugly men; it was only satisfying to see handsome men fall into
depravity. So I decided to give him a little encouragement. Taking advantage of the car braking, I deliberately pressed my hips against his lower
body. Sure enough, I felt he was already hard. I was so happy; it was also a confirmation of my own attractiveness.
A moment later, his hand started touching my butt again, and I writhed while actually matching his movements. He probably
noticed, and began to move on to the next step with more confidence. He slowly lifted my skirt and touched
my pantyhose. I could feel his surprise at this. Then, when he realized I wasn't wearing underwear,
his breathing suddenly became heavy, and I felt him pull out his penis and press it against my thigh
. Although I wanted to guide him at this point, I decided to let him have his way for now. Finally, he thrust
his penis between my legs, and then one hand reached under my clothes and began to knead my
breasts. So stimulating. I felt a heat in my lower body, and my breasts were being stimulated; it felt so good. After a while
, I felt his penis trembling in my genitals, and at the same time, I felt my pantyhose getting wet. I knew he had ejaculated
. After he finished getting ready, I turned around and whispered in his ear, "Feels good, doesn't it? It's okay,
I'm happy to help you cum." Then I got off at my stop, and he followed. I knew he wanted things to
take further. I clearly told him that a relationship like his was impossible. However,
I wouldn't object if it was just for fun on the train. He was happy to hear that.
For a long time afterward, he made sure to catch the same train as me. We came up with an easy method: during that
time, I wore skirts with a zipper in the back. Every time we played, I just had to unzip the skirt, and he
could easily insert his penis between my legs. After each time, the semen on my inner thighs made
me very excited. Occasionally, we would arrange to go shopping on weekends, but it wasn't a romantic relationship; I just wanted some exciting
experiences. He would buy me clothes and stockings, and I didn't ask for anything more. He would also treat me to
meals or movies. When I had the chance, I would give him oral sex and drink his semen. He always said he wanted to
marry me, but I told him it was impossible. I'm a lesbin, just playing around, and I only like making men ejaculate because of me
.
Of course, I was also actively looking for people to play with at school. Our English teacher was
a handsome young man who had just graduated from the foreign language institute. He often played basketball with us boys, and I
knew he liked looking at my legs. So I thought maybe I'd have a chance to play with the teacher.
One Friday afternoon, school ended early, and as the English class representative, I went to the English teacher's office to help him grade papers.
As usual, I wasn't wearing underwear, and because I was looking forward to new progress, I had changed out of the stockings that had been used that morning
, into more conspicuous black stockings. There were only the two of us in the office. I
sat opposite the teacher with my back to the door. After a while, I heard a slight zipper sound, and I guessed that the teacher had quietly
taken out his penis. I glanced over, and the teacher wasn't sitting upright grading papers, but leaning back in his chair. I
knew that from this angle, he could see my stockinged legs. So I deliberately kicked off one shoe, crossing
my bare, stockinged foot and swinging it back and forth. I could see the teacher's left hand was stroking his penis.
To do such a thing in such a sacred place as the school, in front of his own student, without any regard for morality, felt
incredibly bold and exciting, and I was also pleased with my own allure. The table wasn't wide; if I straightened my
leg slightly, it would only be a few centimeters from the teacher's engorged glans. Just when I felt the time was right,
I casually straightened my leg. Sure enough, the teacher couldn't withstand such intense stimulation, and his semen
gushed out. Large drops of milky white semen landed on my calf; it was impossible not to feel it
.
The teacher panicked. I could have pretended not to notice, but my goal today was to turn the teacher into
my toy, so I immediately pulled my leg back, looked at it, and asked, "Teacher, what happened
?"
The teacher's face turned bright red, and he stammered. I seized the opportunity and said, "Teacher, I've noticed you keep looking at my legs,
why?" The teacher was still at a loss. I asked further, "Does Teacher like my stockinged feet?"
"Yes," he finally answered. So I told him, "I like Teacher very much too, but we can't
do it.
If Teacher can promise not to touch me and let me decide, I can play with Teacher too, but Teacher,
you have to love me well." The teacher couldn't believe it at first, but when he found out it was true,
he was overjoyed. Impatiently, he asked directly, "Can I play again today?" So after he locked the office
door, I sat down next to him, took off my shoes, and put them in his lap. He excitedly kissed my feet,
then pulled one of my feet to massage his penis. Because I had done it many times with my father before, I skillfully
teased his penis. After a while, the teacher stood up, put my feet together, and
began to thrust in and out like a vagina. Finally, after a burst of intense friction, a stream of semen shot out from the glans between my legs
.
I knew he would ejaculate on me in that position, but I didn't avoid it.
It wouldn't be too noticeable on my white jacket, and I wanted the teacher to see this lewd scene to further stimulate him.
Then, I deliberately squatted in front of him and, unexpectedly, took his already limp penis into my mouth,
grinning, "You're done already? I want to play a little longer!" The teacher immediately perked up again, and I
felt his penis quickly grow larger and harder in my mouth. So I started giving him oral sex; I wanted to taste
what his semen was like. A few minutes later, the teacher ejaculated in my mouth. We cleaned up, ending our
first time together.
After that, until the college entrance exam in my senior year of high school, I went to his place every Saturday afternoon for English tutoring. Although there were
many other students tutoring with him, I got in for free. After each session, I would pretend to have questions
and stay behind to help the teacher ejaculate once or twice. I usually wore clothes that were easy to take off. The teacher also
liked people with stockings and beautiful legs. He liked to have me wear only pantyhose, and then insert his penis into
the base of my thighs on the bed, thrusting in and out like during sex. Sometimes we also tried breast sex. By then, I had developed quite well, and
because my breasts were constantly massaged, I had a C-cup. The teacher would often ejaculate on my breasts and then
smear his semen evenly on them.
Besides the teacher, I discovered that there was another guy in my class who fantasized about my legs in stockings. He was in
the same group next to me, sitting in the fourth row just like me. I noticed he always seemed to be looking at my legs, intentionally or unintentionally.
Since he was also good-looking and a good student, I wanted to make him my toy too.
One Friday after class, I went home and realized I'd forgotten some textbooks at school, so I had to go back to get them. Luckily, it
wasn't far from home. Instead of going to the gatehouse for the key, I thought I could just go in. Sometimes
there were students studying in the classrooms, and the boys would play basketball late into the night, but that day it was a bit rainy, so
there weren't many people in the school building. When I got to the back door of the classroom, I looked through the window first, and that's when the real show began.
I saw him standing in front of my desk, holding my water bottle, the kind with a wide opening like a juice
bottle, the opaque kind. And what was going in and out of the bottle opening was his penis. He was raping my bottle
while calling my name. Finally, he ejaculated all over my bottle. I thought for a moment, then retreated to the stairwell
, pretending to have just arrived. I knocked on the classroom door and asked, "Is anyone home?" He opened the door, and
his face immediately flushed when he saw it was me. I deliberately asked, "What's wrong? Why is your face so red?" He quickly said it was because he had just finished playing
ball and felt too hot. While chatting with him, I took out my books and then deliberately took out my water bottle to drink. He immediately became nervous
and hesitated. In front of him, I drank the whole bottle, including the "
nutritional supplement" it had ejaculated inside. He stared in disbelief. I deliberately said, "Why are you staring at me like that? Do you like me?"
He stammered, unsure how to answer.
After that day, I deliberately left a pair of shoes and some stockings on the desk at school to lure him in.
Sure enough, soon after, he was always the last to go home, and needless to say, I always found some marks on my stockings the next day
. Great! Finally, one Friday evening, I decided to catch him red-handed and force
him to become my toy.
When it was just the two of us left, I pretended to go home, but secretly unlocked the back door.
A few minutes later, I quietly went to the back door, and as expected, she had already started: I saw her take out
the stockings I had left behind and slowly wrap them around his erect penis, one by one, while she held the other in her hand and kissed it passionately,
her other hand constantly stroking it. I watched and touched my own private parts, enjoying the stimulation before me. When I felt it was about time
, I suddenly pushed open the back door, and he froze. Because of the stimulation, he started to ejaculate right in
front of me, with my stockings on his penis and another one in his hand.
I pretended to be very angry and asked him what he wanted. "I'm going to report him to the school and expel him!" He
panicked when he heard this and didn't know what to do. After a period of silence, he begged me not to tell anyone, saying he would do
anything I asked. I asked, "Okay, tell me why you want to do this?" He immediately
told me everything about his feelings for me, his fantasies about girls' beautiful legs, and his interest in stockings. After he finished speaking, I waved the MP3 player in my hand
, telling him I had recorded it, and this was the evidence! He immediately felt despair. I seized the opportunity and said,
"As long as you listen to me from now on and don't tell anyone, I'll do whatever I ask!" He hurriedly agreed.
So I said, "Take off your pants and sit on the ground!" He wanted to object, but seeing my eyes, he had no choice but
to comply. I said, "Since you like it so much, I'll reward you." I took off one shoe and
gently stepped my foot, clad in cute pink stockings, onto his penis. He looked at me in surprise, and his penis quickly grew
larger. My foot skillfully played with his lower body, and soon, lacking experience, he ejaculated again, my entire
foot covered in semen. He hurriedly said, "I'm sorry!"
I told him I was going to punish him by forcing him to masturbate in front of me. But perhaps due to nervousness, he
didn't ejaculate after half an hour. I grew impatient and grabbed his penis from behind, using all my techniques.
Finally, after two minutes, he ejaculated. I felt it was enough, so I took off my stockings and gave them to him, ordering him
to put them on his penis and not take them off even when he got home, except when showering.
After that, I would play with his penis for a while every day after school, and I had to see him ejaculate three times each time.
However, I couldn't show him my lewd side, so I always used a footjob. This
only showed that I liked to play with men, or perhaps I had some sadistic tendencies. He also seemed to gradually develop
masochistic tendencies; the more intense I made him, the more exciting he felt. Later, we gradually changed it to twice a day, mainly
because he could last longer each time, and three times was too time-consuming. Meanwhile, every day I would make him put my
stockings on his penis and take them home. Most nights before bed, he would come again, then wash and dry them and return them to
me the next day.
It was very exciting.
After graduation, when we met again, without the constraints of school, I told him that as a reward for his performance over the past two years,
I could give him oral sex to make him feel good. He was incredibly moved. That day, he specially booked a
hotel room, and we spent the whole afternoon there. His penis went in and out of my mouth, and I don't know how many
times he ejaculated, which I swallowed. When it was time to leave, he told me that he had always loved me, and I clearly told
him it was impossible and left. However, we still kept in touch on QQ afterwards. I know he never had a girlfriend
, apparently because many girls couldn't understand his foot fetish.
During the summer vacation of my first year of high school, my younger brother came to stay with me for a month. My brother is 176cm tall, likes fitness but
is a bit introverted, and is also very handsome. When he was little, he said things like he would marry me when he grew up
. Although I've always wanted to play with his penis, I know that would only cause problems between relatives, so
I can't be too obvious. After all, unlike me and my dad, no one would know behind closed doors. Besides, given my brother's personality
, he wouldn't actively ask me to do fun things. So I came up with a plan: every day during the day, I deliberately
play games that require physical activity with him, or simply drag him running or swimming. This means he has to shower.
Each time I exercise, I wear sexy stockings. I always shower first, leaving my underwear and stockings in
a very conspicuous place in the bathroom to entice him. After showering, I dress very lightly, sometimes even without underwear, just wearing...
A t-shirt was dangling in front of him, making him unsure where to look. Then I told him to go take a shower. The first
two times were fine, but later I discovered he started masturbating with my underwear and stockings. However, he didn't dare ejaculate
on them. A few days later, he went to shower as usual, but I had drawn the shower curtain beforehand, meaning
he would have nowhere to hide if I went in. When he was halfway through his shower, I pretended to have a stomachache and asked him
to open the door to use the bathroom. He couldn't resist my pleading and had to open the door, but he was wearing a towel around his waist, so the attempt failed.
So I had to try another method. I deliberately forgot to bring my underwear and asked him to get them for me. I specially chose
a set of pink lace underwear to provoke this virgin. When he knocked on the door to ask me to get them, I said I was
drying my hair and asked him to come in and put it on the hanger. But I didn't close the shower curtain! As soon as he came in, he saw my sexy
figure and firm breasts, and his face turned bright red. I deliberately acted coquettishly and said, "What are you looking at, you little
pervert!"
My brother immediately left. At other times, I didn't wear underwear at all; not wearing panties was inappropriate,
so I just let it go. Then I often deliberately exposed myself for my brother to see. I knew he
needed to relieve himself several times a day in the bathroom using my clothes. Later, I told my dad I wanted to play with my brother's penis and taste his semen. My dad agreed
and bought me sleeping pills. One noon, I secretly added sleeping pills to my brother's lunch, and
he fell asleep quickly. I twisted him hard, but there was no reaction. So I pulled down his pants, took out
his penis, and started stroking it. I applied some lubricant to my hand and kept playing with my brother's penis.
Soon, his penis stood erect, measuring about 15cm, which was okay. Then I started
giving him oral sex until he ejaculated completely into my mouth, finding it even fishier than my dad's semen. Then, before he
woke up, I greedily did it again.
But I also wanted him to take the initiative this time, so that he would always remember his sister and completely fall into
the vortex of sex. So I asked my dad to buy the kind of drug that could increase a man's libido, and added it to my brother's milk during breakfast
. Dad went to work. He set up the video camera for me, planning to watch it when he came back that night. To
further stimulate my brother's libido and make him do something wrong, I deliberately wore a pink tight-fitting t-shirt that day,
without a bra or underwear, just a white short skirt, paired with pink
fishnet stockings, looking extremely sexy. About an hour after breakfast, I noticed that my brother's lower body started to get erect.
After Dad went to work, I started to plan how my brother would release his desire. I wouldn't take him
out today, so I wouldn't have to shower. I didn't want him to release his desire on the clothes I had taken off.
I came up with a good game for my brother to play with me. The game's rules were that one person was blindfolded, and another
person gave them something. The person first tried to identify it by touch with their feet; if they couldn't guess, they used their hands, and if that
didn't work, they used their mouth. If they still couldn't guess, they lost. I initially wanted to suggest the loser take off some clothes, but
I thought I shouldn't be too proactive to avoid arousing suspicion; my younger brother had to suggest it, but ultimately, the little
guy didn't have the courage. Finally, when it was my turn to guess, my feet, encased in pink fishnet stockings,
touched a hot, hard penis. Even though I was blindfolded, I could imagine my brother's lewd posture.
Having had experience with footjobs with my father, my feet skillfully teased my brother's penis.
My brother breathed heavily in pleasure. I pretended not to know what it was, but kept working hard with my feet. My brother's penis
finally gave out; he said, "Try touching it with your hands," and temporarily left my feet. I knew
he had ejaculated. But my brother was young and still under the influence of aphrodisiacs, so his penis didn't go completely soft. Then I
felt him move his whole body next to me, pulling my hand to his penis. I slowly stroked it with my hand.
But because he was afraid of being exposed, he didn't let my hand touch his testicles, so I couldn't
play with his genitals any further. However, with the pre-ejaculate from his urethra as lubrication, and with my soft hands,
I soon felt him about to ejaculate again. My brother instinctively tried to pull away, but I held onto his penis. While saying
, "I'm about to guess," I quickened my movements, going all the way in with each thrust. Then his penis suddenly stiffened for a moment
, and then began to throb. I took this opportunity to lean in. While saying, "Hands won't work, I'll
try with my mouth," I took his still-ejaculating penis into my mouth and sucked on it continuously. When I felt it was about time, I pretended to be
very innocent and asked, "Is it a rubber tube with water added?" Now, whenever I think about this, I can't
help but laugh. After saying that, I started to take off my blindfold, and my brother hurriedly pulled his still-throbbing penis back into his pants
.
The morning ended just like that. But it was partly my choice.
After lunch, of course, I added aphrodisiac to his food, and then I made an excuse to take a nap and went back to
my room. However, I didn't close the door completely, leaving it ajar. Then, as I "slept"
and turned over, my sexy, panty-free genitals were exposed. Sure enough, my brother pretended to knock
and then came in. He put his head close to my genitals, looking closely. Then he gently touched my
labia with his hand. He didn't penetrate. That wouldn't satisfy his penis. My brother stood at the foot of the bed, positioned right next to my
stockinged feet. He pressed his penis against my feet and gently rubbed it. After a long time, my brother,
emboldened, stood beside me. Just by smell and sound, I knew his penis was right next to my face.
My brother whispered, "Sister, you're so beautiful, so sexy, I love you so much," while
masturbating in front of my beautiful face. Finally, this time he boldly ejaculated directly on my face. Now, I
couldn't wake up now. My face felt covered in slippery semen. A little while later, my brother brought a warm towel
and gently wiped it off. He was quite gentle. So I decided it was about time to get up. I pretended to be about to wake up, and my brother slipped out of
my room. But he didn't seem to have enough, so I deliberately said, "Go get me a glass of milk."
Through my door, I could see into the kitchen, and sure enough, as he agreed, he
ejaculated again into my glass, then mixed the semen with the milk. I was so happy when he brought it to me.
My younger brother finally learned how to defile the girl he liked. I
drank every last drop of his milk and semen in front of him, even saying it tasted good.
For the last two days, he tried everything to get me to drink his semen a few more times, and each time I pretended to be oblivious and accepted it
all. I even teased him, saying, "Am I pretty? Will you marry me?" Every time, he
would blush. Later I found out that since that summer, he had truly fallen in love with me and had lost interest in other
girls. Once, I went to his house by chance, and when he wasn't there, I secretly read his
diary. It was full of his longing and affection for me, as well as many sexual fantasies about me. I was so happy. Of course,
after that, whenever he had the chance, he would try to get me to drink his semen or ejaculate on my clothes. Okay,
that's the end of my brother's story for now.
As for the college student I met on the bus, we only hung out for a year before he graduated and went to another
city. We lost contact. Unexpectedly, what we did on the bus was
seen by a group of junior high school boys. There were four of them. At first, I didn't know, but the result wasn't bad.
By then, the college student had been gone for a while. The four of them had probably observed for a long time and felt there wouldn't
be any problems, so they started to act. One Saturday, although school wasn't in session, I
usually went to the library. Actually, I'm a good student, and I spend most of my time studying. At home, I
sometimes think about sex, but I can concentrate well in the library. Okay, back to the previous topic. I
took the bus to the library as usual. Traffic is always congested at this time, so I wasn't in a hurry. By
the time I realized it, I was surrounded by four handsome junior high school boys. All four of them were good-looking, so I had a
psychological advantage. Letting them play with me was fine. One of them, facing me, said, "Um, sister,
..." I deliberately said, "What's up, handsome?" They immediately blushed. Now my psychological
advantage was even more obvious.
However, it was my first time playing with a group of people, and I felt a little excited and my heart was pounding. I continued to provoke them further
: "So, what do you want from me?" They stammered for a while before I realized they had seen me
playing with that college student in the car. So I pretended not to know and asked, "What game?" They hesitated
for a while before finally saying, "It's that one where they play with a penis..." So I asked directly,
"You guys want to play too?" Immediately, all four of them fell silent. I deliberately said, "Oh, you don't want to play? Never mind then,
I was actually thinking of playing a little something." Upon hearing this, they hurriedly said, "No, no, we want to play, but we don't know
how to say it, this..." I laughed so hard watching the four big boys blush. So I said, "
Why don't you just imitate whatever you see? Don't be too nervous." (I know that if you're nervous, you won't be able to get an erection, and that
won't be fun.) So the four of them slowly started to make moves. I think men might have psychological barriers to playing sex games in front of others
, but they were too shy to approach me alone, so I took the initiative. I reached down to the boy
's crotch, found the zipper on his jeans, and unzipped it. He seemed restrained, but his eyes revealed
a desire. I tried to pull out his penis, but partly because of his pants, and partly because he was already fully
erect, it took me a long time to get it out. I stroked it up and down with my hand,
rubbing the glans against my skirt. The other three finally let go and pulled out their penises. The one behind me
pressed his penis against my buttocks and rubbed it hard, while the two on either side pressed against my body. One of them boldly pulled my other
hand to his penis, and I smiled slightly at him; he blushed. Being pressed so tightly against me gave me
a strange pleasure. But being inexperienced, they soon ejaculated, all over my skirt
. That day I was wearing a blue midi skirt, which made it quite noticeable. One of the boys was rather
attentive and quickly took out a napkin to help me wipe it. The others saw this and hurriedly did the same, and although the marks were still visible, it
was much better. Afterwards, perhaps feeling guilty, they decided to get off the bus. Before getting off, the more attentive
boy leaned close to my ear and said, "I'm sorry, thank you." I was quite touched, and suddenly felt an obligation to help
those boys who couldn't find a place to ejaculate, to give them a pleasant memory of their adolescence, and that my body could
be lent to them.
After that, until I went to university, I would occasionally run into them on the bus. It wasn't always all four of them together,
but we always had a lot of fun. They even invited me to their homes, but I didn't agree.
I wouldn't be raped on the bus, but going to their homes was a different story. I also told them that I was still a virgin, which surprised them
. So I explained my thinking to them, telling them I didn't mind playing around with guys, except for
sex related to virginity. I didn't mind anything else, since it wasn't considered intercourse, and I'd still maintain my chastity.
And my future partner would be a woman like me; I'm a lesbian. I can have fun with guys
for excitement, but I can't lose what's important to me. Some understood, some didn't, and some thought I was pretending to be innocent
, but I didn't care. I also enjoyed seeing guys ejaculate because of me, yet feel frustrated and frantic because they couldn't actually have my
body; that gave me a great sense of accomplishment.
The college entrance exam went smoothly, and I got into a good key university. Because I grew up in a family of doctors
, I studied biology, a related field. My dad and I planned to celebrate.
When he asked how we wanted to celebrate, I told him I wanted to take a bath with semen. But we both knew that one person ejaculating wasn't enough;
we needed to find others. My dad didn't know what to do, so I said I had a few friends who could help. Upon
hearing this, my dad's face immediately changed, and he asked what was going on. So I told him about what happened with the teacher and in the car. At the same time
, I told him I hadn't lost my virginity, that I was just playing around. Dad was still very suspicious. I had no choice but to take off the only
pink lace pantyhose I was wearing, spread my legs on the sofa, and use my hands to part my labia, saying, "Dad,
can you check?" Dad carefully checked with his hands, and indeed, my hymen was intact
. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. His touch made me itchy too, and looking at Dad's equally erect penis, a sudden thought...
The idea entered my mind. I said, "How about Dad, you put your penis in a little more? Ejaculate outside my hymen,
that way you'll have all of me, okay?" Dad thought for a moment, then walked towards me with his penis. He said
he'd blow on me first. So I masturbated while giving Dad oral sex. When it was almost time, Dad
pulled out his penis, put my legs on his shoulders, guided his penis to my tender opening, and gently inserted it. When
we felt it reach my hymen, he stopped and then gently thrust in and out. My labia felt so good from the friction
, and a lot of vaginal fluid flowed out. Soon I reached orgasm, and Dad ejaculated at that moment,
his semen flowing from my vagina. Dad immediately grabbed his camera, and I cooperated to take some nice souvenir photos.
So Dad and I planned a semen bath feast together.
Dad pretended to be an office worker I knew, so as not to be gossiped about and to prevent them from raping
me. We had booked a hotel room beforehand. I told my English teacher I wanted to take a bath with semen and asked if he would
help me. I also knew a few students who could join in. He hesitated for a while because he wasn't used to
doing this in front of others, but he eventually succumbed to the temptation and agreed. Then I found the four middle school students. They were also
used to playing together in front of others, so they readily agreed. I felt that might still not be enough, but I couldn't find
anyone else, so my first thought was to buy aphrodisiacs. My dad, of course, didn't need to take them; he needed to stay rational, and his health
was also important. As for the others, I discussed it with my dad, and we decided to use three times the dosage. Everything was arranged, and then
a wonderful night arrived.
It was a Saturday afternoon at 6 pm, and everyone met in the hotel room. At first, everyone seemed
a little awkward, but they gradually started chatting. To tease them, I deliberately asked them to talk about
how each of them started this kind of sexual partner relationship with them. At first, everyone was silent, but
after I forced the English teacher to start, everyone gradually opened up, and my dad even made up a story.
My dad and I had secretly added three times the usual dose of aphrodisiac to their drinks . So I said, "Let's begin. Everyone take off your clothes and compare
whose penis is the biggest. The biggest one gets to ejaculate in my mouth first." Hearing this, the men were all eager
to try. Of course, I knew my dad's was the biggest. The English teacher and a middle school student were tied for last
place, which embarrassed him. I slowly started taking off my clothes, leaving only a pair of black
lace fishnet stockings to arouse their lust. Then we went to the bathroom. I got into the bathtub and sat
on a specially prepared stool, so my face was about the same height as their penises. I started
taking my dad's penis in my mouth, and then stroked one penis in each hand. Then I gestured to the other three that I
had put my underwear and socks that I had changed out of that week in a basin next to me. They could use them to play with their penises if they wanted,
or they could surround me, it was up to them. Sure enough, the English teacher immediately took out my stockings and wrapped them
around his penis, then started stroking it. A middle school student used my underwear and bra. Another student came behind me and rubbed his
penis against my head, neck, and back. I told them to tell me before they were going to ejaculate, and I would decide
where to ejaculate.
Although my father was the most stimulated, he was also the most experienced, so he wasn't the first to ejaculate. The first
one was a middle school student who said, "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum." So I spat out my father's penis from my mouth, faced
him, and aimed his glans at my chest. A powerful stream of semen shot straight to my chest. After he finished, I immediately
smeared it with my hand, making sure as much skin as possible came into contact with the semen. Then I said to him, "Good, keep it up." After that, I continued
to hold my father's penis in my mouth. Finally, my father ejaculated in my mouth. I rinsed my mouth with my father's semen, then
spat it out and held it in my hand, then used it to wash my genitals in front of everyone. Seeing this, the others'
sexual desire was aroused even more. I turned around and gave the guy behind me oral sex, while the guy who had been masturbating earlier ejaculated on my face.
I swallowed and spat out his penis while smearing the semen evenly on my face with my hands. Then the guy giving me oral sex was about to ejaculate too
, so I made him ejaculate on my back and smear it on me. The English teacher deliberately held back the longest,
I think to save face, even though no one else was paying attention, they were all busy having sex with me. After that, I used both my hands and mouth, and
occasionally gave them a footjob so the semen would get on my feet and legs. They were also
fighting hard under the influence of the aphrodisiac, my body, face, and hair were covered in semen, I didn't even have time to smear it all with my hands
, it was so stimulating, seeing so many penises surrounding me, it felt like a different kind of excitement. Finally, after 3 hours,
everyone except my dad had ejaculated about 8 times, everyone was at their limit, I was covered in
semen from head to toe. Seeing their penises finally soften, I made them surround me and urinate on me. Just like
rinsing off after showering with shower gel. They found it exciting too, especially since I had kept reminding those resting
to drink water, and everyone felt like they needed to pee. So, all five of us urinated together, and hot urine poured down on us,
covering my entire body. I took a big gulp; it didn't have a strong smell. So exciting! Afterwards, everyone showered
, and seeing it was almost 11 pm, we all went home. My dad and I stayed the night, and also
put away the camera we had set up in the bathroom. The footage was a keepsake.
Finally, university life began. The dorm conditions were pretty good—a four-person room with bunk beds, built-in cabinets
, desks, and a balcony on the second floor. Later, I found a girl who, like me, liked stockings as a lover. But
this is about me toying with boys, so I won't go into my romantic relationships.
University life is frustrating for guys, especially those who can't find girlfriends. So, many
people with nowhere to vent their desires start engaging in all sorts of lewd behavior, which enriched my life. On the school forum
, someone posted that a male student had exposed his penis to female students in a certain teaching building. So I started studying in that building
, hoping to bump into him by chance. The men's restroom is poorly designed; the door, which is never closed, faces
the corridor, and the urinals are completely visible. Of course, the boys usually use the stalls, so it's not a big deal.
One time, I was walking down the corridor as usual when I vaguely saw a boy go into a stall, but I didn't pay much attention.
Just before I turned the corner near the restroom, he suddenly came out of a stall, but deliberately faced away from me .
I was stroking my erect penis! I knew I'd run into the exhibitionist. I was happy,
though I pretended to leave casually, I remembered his face.
After about a month of observation, I basically figured out his routine. To prevent him from having
a bad influence on other female students, I decided to lure him into ejaculating on me. He often
sexually harassed girls who were reading or making phone calls in the stairwell of the central teaching building, mainly by pretending to walk past them
or go down the stairs, ejaculating on them from behind. He mainly did this on Saturdays and Sundays from 9-10 pm and other
afternoons. But it seemed like he only ejaculated once a day. So every Saturday and Sunday I would go there and wait,
always wearing a short skirt and very provocative stockings. Of course, to avoid being recognized, I would go to the teaching building first and then
change my stockings in the restroom. Then I would stand by the window in the stairwell, facing out the window, pretending to read or make a
phone call. And I slightly raised my buttocks so that from behind, my underwear could be seen under my short skirt, paired with
black or red sexy stockings, to stimulate his lust. Sure enough, he took
the bait the first time I did this. I heard him come downstairs, and then he went up and down a few more times. I deliberately raised my plump buttocks even more.
Finally, I felt a warm flow in my thighs and calves; he ejaculated. I watched him pass by me, one
hand still on his crotch. I memorized his face again as he turned the corner of the stairs. I took off my stockings and
found him still lingering in the stairwell, so I placed the semen-stained stockings on the windowsill and left. I believed
he wouldn't miss this gift.
Later, I discovered that if I sat on the stairs, he would ejaculate on my back. So, whenever I wanted
him to do this, I always wore a coat so I could cover myself after he ejaculated. After
a while, he started ejaculating on my head. Each time, I pretended to be checking the ceiling for dripping water,
giving him an excuse to come back another time. And knowing that there were no more girls being harassed on the forum made me very happy. He
was finally slowly becoming addicted to simply venting on me, which meant I could control him.
It wasn't just the hallway that had these incidents; something noteworthy also happened in the classroom. One summer morning
, I was studying alone in Building 2, working on a paper, when he appeared. He probably
checked every classroom before choosing mine. I wondered
what he would do in this situation, so after a while, I pretended to sleep, but all my attention was focused on him
. I felt him sitting diagonally behind me, starting to masturbate in front of me. After a while, perhaps feeling he was done,
he stood up, walked past me, and looked around the classroom—I think to see if anyone else was there. Then he
returned to his seat, but instead of sitting down, he slowly moved closer to me. Finally, he was right next to me; even with my eyes buried in my arms,
I could see his feet. He ejaculated behind me, lasting about half a minute.
Because it was summer, I was wearing a green silk top, making the semen very noticeable.
I thought that was the end of it, but no sooner had he left than a boy studying came in
and sat right behind me! Now, he saw all the semen on my back. He was kind enough to point it out,
saying there was water on my back, but I think he was just too embarrassed to say it directly. I pretended to thank him and went to the restroom to clean up
.
Then there was the library. I'd noticed him pretending to walk past girls reading near the bookshelves and
ejaculating on their genitals. Sometimes he'd even expose his penis to the girls through the bookshelves. Since I
often studied in the library, whenever I saw him go deeper into the bookshelves, I'd follow him and find a secluded
spot to squat down and pick out books. He never disappointed me. Maybe he was used to me in the hallway; he wasn't as
careful as he was with other girls. He'd either masturbate directly through the bookshelves for me to see, or
he'd ejaculate right behind me. Then I'd have to clean up his tracks by myself.
Gradually, he became increasingly brazen in front of me. He would often
masturbate in front of me, his penis exposed, when I was in the stairwell, sometimes even wearing the stockings I'd left behind! I would usually pretend
not to care and walk past him, then find a place to wait for him to come up and ejaculate. Finally, one day, instead
of approaching me from behind as before, he came upstairs and directly pulled out his penis and started masturbating in front of me! Before I could react
, a stream of hot semen shot onto my face!
He seemed to have something to say and didn't leave as usual. After a while, he said,
"Can you play with me? I mean, actually, I'm very against men playing with women. I hope you can
play with me, treat me like a toy, is that okay?" This was the first time I'd heard such a theory, but it sounded
good. In front of him, I ate the semen he'd ejaculated on my face and told him it was okay, but he
had to be loyal to only me and not do this to other girls. He agreed, and in fact,
he kept his promise until I graduated.
I gave him my phone number and class schedule, telling him to text me if he needed anything else
, and I'd tell him where I was so he could come find me and I could help him release his pent-up desires. I also stipulated that he
had to wear my stockings with his penis and testicles on them every day. Every night I'd give him the stockings I'd worn, he
'd wear them the next day, wash them, and then return them to me. The first week was heavenly; he came to see me three times a day. Because
it was school, we mostly just did oral sex; we did it in the stairwell, study room, and library. He
often bought me delicious food, but he also frequently ejaculated on it and made me eat it,
though I didn't mind. He especially loved my stockinged legs, always smelling and licking them, and he liked to
ejaculate in my shoes, saying it would keep my feet healthy.
University life offered me a lot of free time, and I planned to find a job, mainly to gain social experience.
Like many university students, I found a job as a tutor, teaching English. When reviewing the job postings from families,
I intentionally chose those whose homes were relatively far from the school, specifically those offering tutoring for high school boys. After selecting
a family and contacting an agency, I finalized my choice, and we met for the first time in early April for the first lesson.
Every time I noticed, I realized that the high school student was the kind of guy people call a "nerd," someone who loves anime and games
. Of course, these kinds of guys don't attract many girls. Although he was quite fair-skinned, he
spent all his time at home outside of school, with little social life, just playing games and using the computer alone. When I visited his room, I noticed
many posters and models of cute girls. After noticing some snippets of text on them, I
did some research online and found that many of them were pornographic games. Looks like I've found something interesting.
To understand what kind of things boys like this watch, I downloaded a pornographic game—I forgot the name.
I found it quite fun, since I'm attracted to girls, and it satisfied my sexual
fantasies about women. Later, my wife and I also downloaded lesbian-themed games and imitated sex. Okay, back to the topic
. During one tutoring session, I decided to dress somewhat like a character from one of these games to see his reaction
. I chose a character whose attire was similar to that of an ordinary person. I styled my long black hair into two
ponytails, wore a red t-shirt, a black skirt, black mid-calf stockings, and black leather shoes. I thought
I looked quite convincing, and then I went to his house.
His father often works overtime on Saturdays, so when I arrived at 1 p.m., he was the only one home. Sure enough,
when he saw my outfit, his eyes lit up, but he managed to suppress it rationally. The room was air-conditioned, and
the temperature was comfortable. He was only wearing thin trousers, so when his penis became erect because of me, it was very noticeable
. I pretended not to notice and started lecturing as usual. He seemed distracted, so I deliberately asked, "What's
wrong? Is there something you need to do? You don't seem to want to study today?" He lied and said he slept too late the night before and
was too tired. I said, "So what do you do at night?" He said, "Play games." I pretended to be interested and asked, "What
games? My sister wants to play too." I knew what kind of game he meant from his excuses. Two hours passed, and
I finished today's lesson. I decided to tease him a little more.
I casually asked him about his father's weekend work schedule. He told me his father was an architect, very busy, and
sometimes he wouldn't be home for a week when there were projects. He wouldn't be back until evening either. So I said, "
I'm a little tired, can I sleep here for a while before going back?" He happily agreed, and I knew he had
some wicked thoughts.
So I pretended to fall asleep on the table. After a while, I heard him quietly call
my name from behind. When there was no response, he moved closer. I continued to wait. Seeing that I was really asleep, he crawled
under the table. I had deliberately spread my legs before, so now my skirt was completely exposed. Today, to
provoke him, I wore a pink see-through panty, so he could see my vulva directly. Sure enough, his
breathing became heavy. After a while, I heard the sound of a digital camera. It turned out they were taking pictures of my private
parts! I became even more excited. After taking a few more pictures, he crawled out from under the table, walked over to me, and
gently touched me. Seeing I didn't react, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. Because his face was buried,
I couldn't see his penis; I could only tell he was behind me on my right side by his feet. This scene reminded me of
that time in college. "Good bro, go ahead and cum."
After a while, he ejaculated, but not on me; he ejaculated in his hand. Then,
while he went to wash his hands, I woke up at that moment. "That's all for today," I thought, and went home.
Soon after, it was time for tutoring again. This time, I wore a low-cut white bodysuit and deliberately
didn't wear a bra, just to give him another strong impact. When I got to his house and took off my coat,
my firm nipples and cleavage were clearly visible. Sure enough, his gaze never left my chest. During
tutoring, I deliberately sat next to him, rubbing my breasts against his arm. After a while, he couldn't take it anymore
, and his breathing became noticeably rapid. A while later, I deliberately knocked over my water glass, spilling water on my chest
, making my clothes transparent, but I still pressed myself against him while lecturing.
Seeing that the time was right, I deliberately knocked my pen under the table and bent down to pick it up. I was wearing
a very short skirt that day and no underwear. Before bending over, I slightly pulled up my skirt,
completely exposing my genitals to him! He immediately lost control, grabbing me from behind and
pressing his face against my genitals, saying, "Sister, I like you so much, I can't take it anymore!" I deliberately asked, "What
can't you take it anymore?" He started rambling incoherently: "Sister, you're so sexy! I've
seen your breasts, your private parts , I can't take it anymore, I want to have sex with you!" I pretended not to hear him clearly: "What do you want to do?" He said:
"Um, I want to have sex with you." "Are you still a child?" He immediately said: "No, no, I'm already an
adult." I laughed and said: "How are you an adult? Let me see."
He stammered for a while, then suddenly pulled down his pants. To my surprise, his penis was very
large, already proudly erect. I roughly estimated it to be about 18cm, and I immediately started to
get excited. I had never played with such a big penis before.
I reached out and grasped his already erect penis, saying, "What do you want to do with me? I have
someone I like, so I can't let you in." He seemed flustered, so I seized the opportunity and said, "But other things are
okay!" Before he could react, I kissed below the glans, instantly making his glans
swell and turn bright red, and his penis became even thicker. I asked, "How do you want me to help you?" He wanted
me to give him oral sex, which was exactly what I wanted. I used all my skills, and in less than five minutes, he ejaculated into my mouth
, which I swallowed entirely. His semen was rather thin, perhaps due to frequent masturbation. After the oral sex, he
wanted to do it again. I knew that these boys, because it was their first sexual experience, would be particularly excited and could ejaculate
several times in a row, so I asked him what he wanted to do this time. He still held a sliver of hope, asking if I could have
sex with him, but I firmly refused again, suggesting instead that I give him a nipplejob, which he reluctantly accepted. I took off my bodysuit,
grasped his penis, and held it between my breasts, massaging it like the AV actresses I'd watched before.
He would occasionally rub his penis against my nipples. Soon after, he ejaculated again, this time onto my chest. I slowly
smeared his semen on my breasts; it was so stimulating.
He wanted more, so I decided to do it this way. I told him he could ejaculate all over my body instead of having
sex, and he found it intriguing and agreed. So we worked together, and he
ejaculated on my face, back, abdomen, thighs, calves, and feet. The last time, on my stockinged feet, his penis only
caused pain. But at least it fulfilled his long-held wish, and I was
happy to have done so.
When I left, I asked him, "Do you think I'm a slutty woman?" He said no. I said,
"Then I'll reward you. As long as you listen to me, I can play with you every time." So, for a year and a half of university, I
had a toy every weekend. He even ordered anime character costumes for me to wear while
playing with him; it was always very exciting.
My studies made me understand the male and female bodies better. Through reading various books and
online resources, I learned that besides nocturnal emission and active ejaculation, men can also ejaculate through a process called
seminal emission, which is also a form of seminal emission, but occurs while the person is awake. I wanted to experience this myself. However,
this presented a problem. I couldn't use someone I knew well; they were already familiar with my body, and mere teasing
wouldn't be enough to induce ejaculation. Unfamiliar people were also unsuitable; I didn't know what they might do
, and if they didn't cooperate, they might masturbate, which would defeat the purpose. Therefore,
I spent a lot of time choosing a candidate.
Finally, I decided to select a very timid boy, who, of course, had to be very handsome—that would meet my
standards. I knew that actively seeking such a person was impossible; it was all a matter of luck. So, I simply kept an eye out for potential partners
without actively pursuing them. However, the opportunity eventually presented itself. At a friend's birthday party, my target appeared.
He was from my friend's forum. Because it was a group activity on the forum, the participants were
n't very familiar with each other, which didn't pose any problem for me. He was fairly good-looking, and I later learned
he had mild autism and was usually alone. He was exactly my type, and I was determined
to make him ejaculate for me.
So, I casually sat next to him at dinner and chatted for a bit
, exchanging messages. That was our first encounter. After that, we chatted online. I discovered that although
he was rather withdrawn in real life, he was very active online and said almost anything, which made things
easier. I slowly steered the conversation towards feelings, and after a few more chats, the topic turned
to sex. He said he knew about all sorts of sexual techniques, and I pretended to be curious and asked him what they were.
He listed a long list, mostly from AVs, but AVs don't have "nocturnal emission,"
so I asked, "Do you know about a method of ejaculation called nocturnal emission?" Sure enough, he didn't.
After I explained, he said it worked, but he didn't believe me. So I asked, "Want to try it?"
He said, "How?" I said, "Only you can try it. I'll figure out a way to excite you, how
about that?"
He thought I was joking and agreed. So I told him to
meet me this Saturday at a hotel not far from the school. In fact, until we met, he thought I was joking.
That day finally arrived. I had a lot of sexy stockings and lingerie in my bag. We
met at the agreed hotel entrance. He thought I had something else to talk to him about and was going somewhere else. When I actually
took him to the room, he started to panic.
I told him it was just to test the possibility of nocturnal emission, and if he performed well, I could provide
some extra services. He finally agreed. So, to be on the safe side, the main thing was to prevent him from masturbating
. Because I knew that when the libido was high, even a quick stroke or two could cause ejaculation, and
once you've ejaculated, it's very difficult to have a nocturnal emission again. So I used stockings to tie him naked to the bed,
leaving only his erect penis free to move. So I started taking off my clothes, until I was only wearing stockings
.
I started saying provocative things and asked him what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to let him see my
genitals, so I straddled his chest, my genitals facing his face, and I parted my labia myself. He watched
, his breathing becoming heavier, and I noticed his penis was even more engorged. Later, he wanted me to masturbate
in front of him, so I kept touching myself, teasing him, and constantly changing the sexy lingerie and stockings I had brought.
Finally, after more than an hour of effort, with a cry of "I'm going to cum," his
penis, which I hadn't touched before, began to throb and ejaculate. The experiment was a success!
I deliberately licked his semen and then started getting dressed. I didn't let him loose because I was
afraid he wouldn't be fully recovered from his teasing and would rape me, which would be a loss for me. After I was dressed, I poured some water.
We both rested for a while and calmed down. Then I told him I was happy the experiment was a success and asked him
what reward he wanted. He said it didn't matter, but he hoped I could give him some used underwear, stockings, etc., so I
gave him everything I had brought. He was still tied to the bed, and I gave him oral sex again before I finally
untied him.
After he finished tidying up, I had a sudden idea and asked him if he wanted the hotel staff to see his penis,
to see him ejaculate while I lay on the bed, for some excitement. He said yes. So I told him my plan. I called
the front desk and ordered some food to be delivered. Then I unlocked the door. I lay down on
the side closest to the door, with his legs spread apart, his knees on either side of my body, so his penis was right in front of me. I gave him
oral sex until he could ejaculate anytime. Soon after, there was a knock on the door, and a sweet female voice told us
the food had been delivered. I said the door was open, please come in, and then quickly started stroking his penis. The waitress walked in and
immediately saw this unsightly scene, and panicked. Taking advantage of this moment, he
ejaculated all over my face in front of the waitress .
The waitress was startled, so I quickly got up and took the tray from her, gesturing for him to go to the restroom
while comforting her. The waitress was a migrant worker from the countryside, and her thinking wasn't so open. It took me
a long time to calm her down. But it was really exciting. It was also my first time playing a sex game with a man in front of another girl, so
it was a good experience for me.
After the ejaculation experiment, I didn't have any further interaction with this guy; after all, it was just a game
…
Throughout my university life, I never lacked opportunities to play with men, basically letting them ejaculate
several times a week. Of course, when I went home for holidays, it was my father's sex paradise. Sometimes during the day, I would also
play with my high school teachers. I would also go out with the boys I met on the bus and some of their friends,
mainly for sex games, of course. But what I'm very proud of is that compared to those promiscuous
female classmates in university who lost their virginity early, I am still a virgin. I can say that I am
many times purer than those people.
After graduation, because of my decent grades, I went abroad to study and lived with my mother. I
have no interest in white, black, or any other race, and there aren't any good Asian male targets at my new school, so
my story has temporarily come to an end. But now I have my new girlfriend with me, and I'm just as happy!
[The End]

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