[Using stockings to bring the prostitute to orgasm]

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[Using Stockings to Bring a Prostitute to Orgasm]
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I have some peculiar hobbies: I like women's stockings and high heels. Because women wearing stockings and high heels
are not only beautiful, sexy, and feminine, but they also greatly arouse my sexual desire, making me want to have sex with them.
I don't remember when this hobby started; perhaps it was during my adolescence when the only exposed
parts I could see were the women on the packaging of stockings. So be it, I don't care. It makes my sexual
desires more passionate, so why not?
When I'm traveling alone for work, although I'm tired, it always excites me. In a
city where no one knows me, I can recklessly go to women's lingerie stores to buy all kinds of women's stockings, then bring them back to the hotel
to examine them closely. For example, this time, I bought two pairs of Langsha stockings, one gray and one flesh-colored.
I also bought several pairs of flesh-colored short stockings. I really like Langsha stockings; the anti-slip design around the top
(I think it's called a sheath stocking) makes them feel especially sexy. Many people might say that lace is sexier
. Indeed, lace is very sexy, but I still prefer this kind of top. Maybe it's just a matter of
personal taste. Okay, let's get to the point. After returning to the hotel, I closed the door and took a shower. After showering,
I deliberately stayed naked, as it made me feel more aroused. Looking at the image on the stocking packaging, my penis
quickly became incredibly hard, standing erect between my legs. I quickly opened the short stockings, took one out, and
put it on my penis, stroking it a few times—it felt really good. Just then, the phone in the room suddenly rang. I was confused;
who would call my room? I answered and said "hello," and heard a woman's voice: "Sir, do you need
any services?" I immediately understood what was going on. I've never wanted to hire prostitutes
, but today, perhaps due to heightened sexual desire, I genuinely needed a woman to release my pent-up energy.
Immediately, an image of a wanton woman, dressed only in stockings and high heels,
lay on my bed in my room, at my mercy. Since no one here knows me, I figured I'd have my fun. Having made this decision,
I wanted to make it as enjoyable as possible. I bluntly stated my needs into the phone: "I don't like
very young women; I like women in their thirties." The person on the other end immediately agreed. I added,
"She has to be pretty, with long legs, and wear high heels..."
"I can't exactly open the door naked," I thought after discussing the price and terms. So I put on my underwear
. Looking at the stockings on the bed, I was almost trembling with excitement. A mature woman, stockings, high
heels. Just thinking about it was irresistible. When I opened the door and saw the woman I had called standing outside,
I couldn't help but think, "Wow, this is a high-class hotel; the women here are really high-class." Standing outside was a
woman in her mid-thirties, with stylishly permed, shoulder-length curly hair, fair skin, and light makeup.
While not exceptionally beautiful, she had a face that definitely aroused desire. She wore a
light pink short dress with a white floral vest over it. Beneath the dress were two fair
, slender legs with remarkably well-maintained, radiant skin. On her feet were white high-heeled
sandals, the delicate straps highlighting the delicate beauty of her pink-painted toenails. Walking down the street,
no one would guess that this woman was a prostitute; she looked like a government employee. She
seemed surprised to see me, not because I was only wearing underwear, but mainly because she hadn't expected her client to
be a young man in his twenties. Although I'm twenty-six, I look younger,
like I'm only in my early twenties. Her surprised expression quickly turned into a broad smile, and she asked,
"Are you satisfied with me?" I deliberately looked her up and down, then lingered on her
feet in white high-heeled sandals, saying meaningfully, "Hmm, not bad, those little feet are sexy
." She smiled, lifted one foot, and looked at it, saying, "Really?" I then pulled her into the room and closed the door. Once inside, I pushed
her onto the bed and began to caress her two fair legs. Her skin was incredibly smooth; I even
suspected she had applied lubricant before coming. She lay on the bed letting me caress her, then picked up
the stockings I had bought that I had placed on the bed, looked at them, and asked, "Are these the stockings you bought?" I said yes, and that she would wear them so I could play with them later.
She smiled and said, "Anything is fine, but you have a good eye for shopping, these two pairs of stockings are very pretty." I ignored
her; touching her wasn't enough for me anymore. I picked up her legs and kissed them. Her legs trembled
, then she laughed and said they tickled. I was about to lose control; I didn't want this
night of heightened desire to end so abruptly. So I put her legs down and told her to go take a shower. She immediately obediently got up and
started undressing. I pressed her finger down and pointed to the bathroom, saying, "Take it off inside, and come out wearing it after you shower."
She immediately understood, turned around, and went straight to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I
stood outside the door and talked to her:
"How old are you this year?"
"I'm thirty-seven, and you?"
"Hey, then I should call you 'sister,' I'm twenty-six."
"You're twenty-six? You look like eighteen or nineteen."
"That's an exaggeration."
"I'm serious. Do you like having sex with women your age?"
"Of course! Women in their thirties are so lewd, I can do whatever I want with them."
"Huh? Don't scare me, what are you going to do with me later?"
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
"Hehe, do you like stockings? Do women wearing stockings arouse your sex drive?"
"Yes, and high heels too."
"Some of my previous clients had the same hobby as you."
"Of course, there are plenty of men with the same hobby as me."
As I spoke, I had already taken off my underwear and put a short stocking over my erect penis, while her
shower was coming to an end. The door opened, and she came out of the bathroom, looking exactly the same as when she came in.
Her feet, clad in high-heeled sandals, were still damp. She smiled at me and asked, "How are you going to
play, little brother?" I sat on the edge of the bed, holding my penis encased in stockings, and said, "Come here, lick my cock first
." I deliberately spoke bluntly, wanting to make the atmosphere more lewd. She immediately obediently came over,
knelt between my legs, grasped my penis, and opened her mouth, taking the penis and the stockings inside into her mouth
. I immediately shuddered; the wet heat in her mouth and the friction of the stockings gave me immense pleasure. Her oral skills were superb;
one hand stroked my testicles, the other held the lower half of my penis, her tongue sliding
incessantly over the glans through the stockings. I grabbed her long, curly hair, stroking it as I enjoyed the pleasure in my lower body. That
mature and very feminine curly hair made me truly feel that a mature
woman more than ten years older than me was giving me oral sex. I stopped her from using her mouth to stroke my penis, because that would quickly lead to
ejaculation. I only enjoyed the pleasure her tongue brought to my glans. "Sister's mouth is so lewd, it feels so good,"
I mumbled incoherently. She couldn't speak, only making "mmm" sounds. "How can you be so slutty and lewd,
giving oral sex to a little brother who's ten years younger than you?" She didn't speak, just licked even more vigorously. After licking for about ten
minutes, I lifted her head, her stockings completely soaked with saliva, clinging tightly to my penis.
I took the flesh-colored Langsha stockings and handed them to her to put on. She obediently sat on the bed, opened the packaging, and then took off her sandals to put on the stockings. This mature woman's obedience to my control aroused a 　　strange sexual excitement
in me .
When she stood before me in her stockings and sandals, my eyes widened. The thin
stockings encased her straight, slender legs, gleaming with a sensual
, alluring sheen. Through the stockings, her delicate toes were clearly visible in her white high-heeled sandals. I couldn't resist grabbing her legs and kissing and caressing them for a while. "Take
off your panties," I commanded. She immediately reached under her skirt and pulled it down, her white panties falling to
her feet. "Sit across from me, spread your legs, and show me your genitals," I deliberately used the
word "genitals," hoping to shame her. Sure enough, she was speechless, simply obediently sitting on the bed,
lifting her skirt, and then placing both her feet on the bed. Her mature genitals were immediately and completely exposed
before me. I saw her two feet, clad in high heels, toes pointed high,
her thighs, covered in flesh-colored stockings , parted in an M-shape. Several rolls of elastic band to prevent slippage were clearly visible at the top of the stockings,
above which was her pale, delicate skin, a stark contrast to the color of her stockinged legs. She had a lot of pubic hair, and
her labia majora were dark, perhaps from frequent intercourse, or perhaps from arousal. "Spread your labia,
" I commanded. This mature woman reached down from her buttocks, pressing and
pulling apart her labia majora. I immediately saw the red flesh inside and the dark opening of her vagina. I stepped forward, took out
a short stocking, put it on my hand, and rubbed her clitoris through the stocking. I heard her immediately begin to breathe
heavily, and her vagina was filled with white, sticky fluid. "You really are a mature woman; you're wet after just one touch."
"Really?" she asked me. I inserted my stocking-clad hand into her vagina, scooped some out, and
a pool of white, sticky vaginal fluid appeared on the stocking. I then held it up to her face. She blushed and said, "Then you
can insert it into me." "Don't rush," I told her. "Show me you masturbate first, put your fingers in." She immediately inserted one
finger into her vagina and started moving it. "Hurry up," "Insert two fingers,"
... I kept ordering her. Her panting slowly turned into wanton moans. I watched her insert her hand into her
vagina until the vaginal fluid covered her hand and buttocks. Then I opened another pack of gray stockings,
took one out, and gave it to her. She took it, unsure of what I was going to do next. "Put this stocking inside your vagina,
" I said. She looked at me, then didn't speak, and starting from the toe of the stocking, she slowly
inserted it into her vagina, leaving only a small section of the top sticking out. The scene before me filled me with intense
excitement. A mature, sexy woman, wearing flesh-colored stockings and white high heels, sat before me with her legs spread wide .
A stocking was still inserted into her vagina, with a section hanging out. I couldn't hold back any longer
. I took out a condom, put it on my erect penis, and then, pulling on the stocking outside her vagina,
guided her genitals towards my penis. Before penetration, I slowly pulled the stocking out of her vagina
. Her vaginal fluid was so thick and white that it hadn't been fully absorbed by the stocking,
leaving patches of white fluid clinging to the gray stocking. "Put my penis in," she said. Hearing
my command, she immediately guided me, aligning her vaginal opening with my penis. With a thrust, my penis was
enveloped in her warm, moist opening. Beforehand, I had suspected that in such an excited state,
I might ejaculate immediately upon penetration. In fact, her vagina was quite loose, and due
to the earlier play, it was very wet and lubricated. After all, she was a woman in her thirties, and in this line of work; she
had probably given birth and been with many men, so a loose vagina was normal. Even so
, my sensations were still very intense. The warm, wet vaginal walls rubbed against my penis,
immediately covering it with white fluid. I pushed her back slightly, and she immediately and instinctively lay back,
supporting herself with her hands behind her back, thrusting her lower body forward to meet my penis. From this angle, I could
clearly see a large patch of pubic hair and two engorged labia majora between a hard penis moving in and
out of her vagina. Excitedly, I grabbed her ankles and thrust my lower body forward violently. Her moans were intense; she must
have truly felt pleasure. I took the damp stocking and used its texture to rub her
clitoris. She moaned and increased the intensity of her movements. Soon I couldn't hold back any longer
; I felt myself ejaculate, and at the same time, I gripped her ankle tightly. She sensed this and continued
to move violently a few more times, then gradually slowed down until she stopped. By then, I had achieved my goal.
I ejaculated a large amount of semen, feeling incredibly refreshed. Afterwards, she didn't immediately pull my penis out of her vagina;
instead, she climbed on top of me, embracing me tightly face-to-face.
"Was it good?" she asked.
"You can see how much I ejaculated," I replied.
She immediately got up, letting my penis leave her vagina, then removed
the condom from my slowly softening penis and held it up to the light, examining it closely.
"So much, white and thick," she replied.
"But it's not as thick as what you've produced," I teased her.
She immediately spread her legs and looked down at her genitals. A large amount of vaginal
fluid remained below her vaginal opening. I grabbed a handful with two fingers, and a puddle of her own
fluid formed on my hand. Then she opened her palm and poured the semen from the condom onto her hand for comparison. There was so much semen that
her palm couldn't hold it all; much of it dripped down her palm and onto the sheets. Looking at her,
I couldn't help but laugh; her action was hilarious.
"Try which one tastes better," I teased her.
She immediately lowered her head, stuck out her tongue, first licked my semen, then nodded, making it
look delicious. Then she licked her own vaginal fluid, shook her head, and made it look disgusting. I
couldn't resist pouncing on her, pinning her down on the bed and kissing her. During the kiss, I pulled off her
skirt and pushed up her white bra, revealing her round breasts. This was
the first time she had shown her breasts since arriving. I was surprised I had forgotten to play with them earlier. Her nipples were still erect
, indicating she was still sexually aroused. But that was understandable; I had been too excited earlier
and ejaculated after only a few thrusts. How could a woman her age be satisfied?
"You're very wet today, haven't you been with a man in a long time?" I asked, rubbing her breasts and
stroking her stockinged thighs.
"Yeah, it's been several days," she replied.
"Do you rarely take clients?" I asked.
"Yes, I only take clients when I feel like it," she answered.
"That's good, you can satisfy your sexual desire and earn money at the same time." I said,
"Not really, it's only when my body is aroused that the service is more satisfying for men. If
there's no lubrication, it's not very interesting for men to do it," she explained.
"Hmm, that's true," I have to admit, what she said makes sense. While I was with her, sometimes I would
forget that she was a prostitute, because she was more like a married woman having an affair.
At this moment, she was completely on top of me, rubbing her breasts against my body while
teasing my penis with her stockinged thighs. It seemed that she wanted to arouse my desire again so that I
could have her again. Actually, I had the same intention. How could I only have sex with such a beautiful woman in front of me once
? I had just ejaculated, and I thought I needed to rest and recover my strength.
We lingered like this for about ten minutes, and her vigor aroused me again, making me feel aroused once more
. So I asked her to give me oral sex. She immediately slid down and took my penis into her mouth, sucking and licking it
. I have to admit that oral sex is indeed a great pleasure for men, including when I have sex with my girlfriend; I
really enjoy having her give me oral sex. The feeling is completely different from vaginal penetration. Her licking aroused me
, and I turned her lower body towards me, so that her buttocks were angled towards me (because we weren't in a 69 position,
and her mouth was holding my penis, her lower body could only be angled towards me). I then began to use my fingers to explore her
vagina. She became very wet, and the vaginal fluid flowed from her vagina, trailing
on the sheets. It seemed this little slut hadn't been satisfied earlier, otherwise, why would she have so much vaginal fluid?
Looking at her wet, slightly parted vaginal opening, I couldn't resist the urge to stuff the stockings inside again. So I
opened the bag of flesh-colored short stockings, took out four or five, stacked them together, then folded them in half and rolled
them up. Then I took another stocking and stuffed the rolled-up stockings inside. This made the stockings into a stick shape.
I used two fingers of one hand to separate her labia, opening her vagina wide, and with the other hand, I used the stocking-made
stick to shove it inside. Only a small section of the top of the outer stocking was visible outside her,
making it easy for me to pull the stockings out of her vagina. She felt the contents of her vagina, moaned twice, and
turned to look at her genitals. I grabbed the top of the stocking and pulled it out, pulling part of the rolled-up stocking out of her vagina
. "You're really good at this," she said, her face flushed, then turned back to continue giving me oral sex. My penis
immediately began to feel waves of pleasure from her mouth again, and coupled with the lewd image of the stockings inserted into her vagina,
my penis quickly became hard again, and lust began to surge through my brain once more. So I started repeatedly
pulling the stockings out and then quickly shoving them back into her vagina, the white, sticky fluid sticking to the stockings increasing
. After doing this dozens of times, she suddenly spat out my penis, then tilted her head back and began to breathe
heavily. I could see that she seemed to be in a daze, all her sensations concentrated in her genitals. Taking advantage of this
opportunity, I shoved the stockings into her vagina, and then immediately used my fingers to forcefully
insert them into her vagina, leaving the stockings even deeper inside her. With this, she immediately cried out, her lower
body trembled, and a stream of clear fluid squeezed out of her vagina, flowing over her clitoris and dripping onto the sheets
. I grabbed the top of the stockings again and pulled them out forcefully. The stockings were pulled out of her clothes in one go.
With that, she cried out again. Without the stockings to obstruct her view, a large amount of a mixture of white and clear fluid
gushed out, immediately soaking a large patch of the sheets. My hands were also covered in the sticky fluid. This mature woman
had reached orgasm. After the fluid finished flowing, she collapsed onto the bed, as if all her strength
had drained away with it. Although she still had her buttocks raised, her wet genitals, covered by thick pubic hair, facing
me, her upper body was completely prone on the bed.
"What? Did you come?" I gently touched her labia majora. "Mmm," she murmured softly.
She nodded. "Can you still do it? My dick's still hard." I continued to
run my fingers over her labia. "I—I need to rest, take a break," she said weakly, her orgasm sounding
quite intense. Sometimes women's orgasms are strange. I can't get them to orgasm even when I'm pounding my hard dick inside them
, but sometimes just a few touches with my fingers are enough. Like her,
the stocking I rolled up wasn't thick or long, and the movement was slow, yet she still
ejaculated all over the bed.
Okay, let her rest. Although my desire was aroused again, I had already ejaculated once,
so I wasn't in a hurry to continue. Maybe I'd feel better after a rest. I tugged at her
legs; she was still wearing flesh-colored stockings, and after the frenzy, one stocking had rolled
up and fallen below her knee. She lowered her buttocks, lying limply on the bed, her legs still apart. I
lit a cigarette, puffing as I admired the roll of stockings I'd just inserted into her vagina. The white, sticky fluid on the stockings
had mostly been absorbed by the fluids that had been released later, leaving
damp patches and specks of white residue. I smelled it; it was both sour and pungent. So all
the vaginal fluids from women smelled the same. Looking at my erect penis, I took
the last stocking from the bag and put it on. That bag of flesh-colored stockings, the
stockings that should have been worn on a woman's sexy feet, had now been completely ruined by my penis and her vagina. "I wonder what those
women who buy stockings would think if they knew they had this use," I thought, and I couldn't help but get aroused again
. "Sister," I teased her. "Hmm," she responded. "How did you get aroused by the stockings?" I
held up the wet roll of stockings in front of her. "These were supposed to be worn on your delicate little feet," I
continued. “Stockings…stockings…” She said “stockings” twice, unsure how to continue. “What’s wrong with stockings
?” I pressed. “Stockings are so lewd!” She didn’t know what else to say, so she just blurted it out
. I took the stocking off my penis and held it up in front of her. “And this thing?” I
pointed to my penis. “It’s lewd too!” Her eyes were languid; having just said “lewd” twice, she seemed
to have been aroused again. “So, do you want these two lewd things to be inside your vagina at the same time?” I
knew what to do. “Yes!” she answered, still without much strength. I knew she was exhausted
, so I threw away my cigarette, got up, straddled her back, put the stocking on my penis, aimed it at her
vagina, and thrust it in forcefully. I could almost hear the stocking rubbing against the walls of her vagina.
She convulsed violently and screamed, “I’m going to be fucked to death!!” “I’m going to fuck you to death,” I
said, and began thrusting rapidly inside her. This went on for about ten minutes without stopping.
The stockings covering my penis were completely soaked with her bodily fluids, clinging tightly to the skin of my penis. "I can't
take it anymore," she cried. I stopped, turned her over, and lifted her two legs, still clad in
stockings, straight up. Then, I thrust my stocking-covered penis into her again. Her feet
danced above my head, the stiletto heels of her high heels swaying with her movements. I don't know
how long we went on, but the fluids flowing from her buttocks had dried, and her moans turned into cries of pain. Finally, she fainted
. I finally felt waves of pleasure washing over me. I quickly lowered her legs, straddled her
, and thrust into her with all my might. The intense impact woke her. Perhaps sensing that I was about to ejaculate
, she immediately started moaning again and began to clench her vagina tightly. How could I withstand this? My whole body
shuddered, and a large gush of semen erupted violently.
After I ejaculated, she immediately quieted down, closed her eyes, and didn't move at all, looking exhausted
. I also rolled over and lay down beside her, unwilling to move anymore. The sheets beneath me were still sticky and damp
, making it very uncomfortable to sleep. Fortunately, this was a standard room with two beds. After resting for a while, I moved to the other
bed, but she didn't even have the strength to move the bed anymore. And so, I drifted off to sleep.

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