Instructors and coaches at the gym

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My face and mouth were covered in the semen of the strange young man. Beneath my lifted dress, my bare, upturned buttocks, encased in flesh-colored sheer stockings, were stained with the secretions of five or six other male passengers. They had greedily groped me, repeatedly rubbing their penises against my genitals and thighs through my stockings.
Having completed the pervert's oral sex instruction, I felt I couldn't stay on the bus any longer. I broke free from the male passengers' clutches, quickly straightened my clothes, and got off at the nearest stop, leaving behind a group of disappointed male passengers and the handsome young man still lost in his erotic dream. As I hurried home, I wiped the semen from my face with tissues. I also noticed that some of my hair was matted together with white semen. I rushed home to shower and change all my clothes as quickly as possible to avoid being discovered by Junjun.
A few weeks passed like this, and the pervert stopped calling to make lewd requests. The boys at school also surprisingly kept quiet about my "special services," probably afraid that if it got out, it would cause a commotion and they'd lose their fun. At home, Junjun would only occasionally rummage through my drawers and laundry baskets, masturbating with my worn high-end stockings, then displaying the stockings, stained with his semen, in plain sight for me to see.
Sometimes I would put the stockings, soaked with semen, back on for him to see. When Junjun saw the wet, mottled marks on my beautiful legs, he would get very excited, his pants immediately bulging, bouncing in front of me, making my face flush and my genitals leak moisture into my stockings.
"Mom, you have a package."
One day, the post office delivered a box, which Junjun happened to have at home and handed to me after I got home from school. I was a little suspicious because I rarely receive packages, so I went back to my bedroom and opened it without even changing my clothes. Inside, I found a thin pink high-slit bodysuit, a pair of gray sheer stockings, a green egg-shaped object, and a note. I was almost certain who had sent it. Opening the note, it was indeed the pervert's instruction: "Dear Teacher Zhen Qiao'er: I haven't seen you for a month and I miss your beautiful body and lewd manner. This Saturday afternoon, please wear this outfit to meet me at the Meijia Fitness Center. You should know where to put that little green gift, right? Don't be late."
Looking at the bodysuit and gray stockings in the box, I thought I was about to face another unknown obscene game, but on the other hand, I was also looking forward to it. I picked up the green egg-shaped object; its shape and size were similar to the vibrating eggs in pornographic films, but it had no wires or control levers. My hand, holding the vibrating egg, unconsciously moved to my genitals, rubbing it against my labia through the black stockings. I tried gently inserting the vibrating egg along with my stockings into my lower body, but the elastic stockings acted like a barrier, resisting the intrusion. I sat on the bed with my legs spread wide, engrossed in this game of mutual penetration, unaware of the burning eyes watching everything from outside the door…

Chapter 18
My mouth and face were covered in the semen of the strange young man. Beneath my lifted dress, my naked, upturned buttocks, encased in flesh-colored sheer stockings, were already stained with the secretions of five or six strange male passengers. They were still greedily groping me, constantly rubbing their penises against my genitals and thighs through my stockings. After completing the pervert's oral sex instruction, I felt I couldn't stay on the bus any longer, so I broke free from the male passengers' clutches, quickly straightened my clothes, and got off at the nearest stop, leaving behind a group of disappointed male passengers and the handsome young man still dazed from his erotic dream. As I hurried home, I wiped the semen off my face with a tissue. I noticed that some of my hair was also matted together with white fluid. I rushed home to shower and change all my clothes to avoid being discovered by Junjun. Several weeks passed like this, and the pervert stopped calling to make lewd requests. The boys at school also kept quiet about my "special services," probably afraid that if it got out, it would cause a commotion and they wouldn't be able to play with me anymore. At home, Junjun would only occasionally rummage through my drawers and clothes basket, masturbating with my worn high-end stockings, and then placing the stockings covered in his pungent "battle marks" in a conspicuous place for me to see. Sometimes I would put the stockings stained with white fluid back on my legs for him to see. When Junjun saw the mottled wet marks on my beautiful legs, he would get very excited, and his pants would immediately bulge, bouncing in front of me. It made my face flush, and my lower body would leak fluid that soaked into my stockings.
"Mom, you have a package."
One day, the post office delivered a box, which Junjun happened to receive at home. He handed it to me after I got home from school. I was a little suspicious because I rarely received packages, so I went back to my bedroom and opened it without even changing my clothes. Inside, I found a very thin pink high-slit bodysuit, a pair of gray sheer stockings, a green egg-shaped object, and a note. I was almost certain who sent it. Opening the note, it was indeed a pervert's instruction: "Dear Teacher Zhen Qiao'er: It's been a month since we last met, and I miss your beautiful body and lewd behavior. This Saturday afternoon, please wear this outfit to meet me at Meijia Fitness Center. You should know where to put that little green gift, right? Don't be late."
I looked at the bodysuit and gray stockings in the box, thinking that I was about to face another unknown obscene game, but on the other hand, I was also looking forward to it. I picked up the green, egg-shaped object, similar in shape and size to the vibrating eggs in pornographic films, but without wires or control levers. My hand, holding the vibrating egg, unconsciously moved to my genitals, rubbing it against my labia through my black stockings. I tried to gently insert the vibrating egg, along with the stockings, into my genitals, but the elastic stockings acted like a barrier, resisting the intrusion. I sat on the bed with my legs spread wide, engrossed in this game of mutual penetration, unaware of the burning eyes watching everything from outside the door…

I felt almost anticipating Saturday, but first I had to satisfy my precious son's needs to prevent him from pestering me in the afternoon. Early in the morning, I took the blue four-piece stockings I had just taken off and went into Junjun's room. I climbed onto his bed, pulled back the covers, took off his pajama bottoms, and put the still-warm blue stockings over Junjun's penis. Junjun was awakened from his sleep by a series of pleasures in his genitals. Opening his eyes, he was naturally excited to find his mother masturbating him.
My skillful masturbation techniques and the thin, slippery stockings quickly brought Junjun to a gush of semen, thick white fluid covering my blue stockings and hands with a fishy, pungent smell. I obediently licked the semen from Junjun's glans and urethra with my tongue, then used the stockings to clean his genitals. Satisfied after ejaculating, Junjun lay sprawled on the bed, and I coaxed him to sleep a few more hours to recover his strength. Then I could begin preparing for my obscene games with the pervert that afternoon.
Back in the room, I opened the box the pervert had sent. Inside was a nearly transparent pink high-cut bodysuit, a pair of gray transparent open-crotch stockings, and a green vibrator. After masturbating Junjun and consuming his semen, my genitals were already soaking wet. I took out the vibrator and, thanks to the lubrication of my vaginal fluid, easily inserted it into my vagina, then put on the gray stockings over it. With no underwear to cover me, and the open-crotch stockings offering no protection, my entire genitals were exposed.
The grey stockings were darker at the toes, very alluring. The stockings the pervert always bought for me were incredibly smooth, comfortable, and form-fitting, making me look beautiful and sexy. However, they also meant my feet and stockings were always covered in white semen after I was ejaculated on. Then I put on a pink bodysuit. The ultra-thin, sleeveless top had a deep-V low-cut design, exposing most of my breasts, with my nipples barely visible. The high-slit design of the bottom made my lower body look like it was being squeezed tightly by the crotch of the bodysuit, clearly shaping my labia. Anyone could clearly see that I was wearing open-crotch pantyhose, but it was my last line of defense against the vibrator falling out.
A small portion of my labia and pubic hair were visible outside the high slit, but I think that's exactly what the pervert wanted to see. He liked me exposing my body in public for others to see, and I didn't intend to disobey him, so I didn't trim the exposed pubic hair. I put on a black tracksuit over my bodysuit and headed to the agreed-upon Meijia Fitness Center.
Upon arriving at the gym, I took off my black workout clothes and emerged from the locker room, instantly becoming the center of attention. Everyone, men and women alike, stared at my pink high-cut bodysuit and grey open-crotch stockings, their gazes particularly fixed on my genitals, as if trying to see inside. Around me were several muscular men in sweaty clothes exercising; seeing my sexy attire, they all stared at me with burning eyes, some even developing erections in their tights.
I pretended not to notice, striding through the gym with my gleaming legs in grey open-crotch stockings, searching for any perverts, naturally attracting even more lewd stares and arousals along the way. As I glanced around, my phone buzzed with a text message. It was the pervert's instruction: "Find a fitness instructor to guide you on how to spread your legs as wide as possible so he can see your vibrating egg."
Seeing the instruction, I spotted a tall fitness instructor not far away, so I wiggled my half-naked buttocks as I walked towards him…

With each step forward, I felt the crotch of my aerobics outfit lightly rub against my labia, making my pubic hair even more blatantly exposed. I'm sure everyone around could see the dark pubic hair peeking out from the crotch of my high-cut, tight-fitting outfit. They would definitely wonder why this woman would dress like this in the gym, wearing open-crotch stockings, her entire genitals almost completely exposed. Was she forced or did it voluntarily? If it was voluntary, she must be a perverted, lustful woman, and everyone could sexually seduce her without worry. I couldn't imagine their reaction if they knew I had a green vibrating egg inserted in my genitals. Even if I claimed I was being blackmailed by the pervert, probably no one would believe me.
I walked past a group of men lifting weights, hearing their heavy breathing from the exertion.
They were sweating profusely, and the air was thick with a uniquely masculine scent. I, too, felt the scent of a woman in heat emanating from my genitals. The mixture of these two natural hormones created a lewd sexual message, signifying that a female body was enticing the surrounding males, arousing their lust, ready to brutally rape and defile this defenseless creature. I felt like a young girl trying to walk home through a filthy alley in the dead of night—venturing into a tiger's den, destined only to be fought and torn apart by a pack of wolves lurking in the shadows.
I felt their heavy breathing change tone, from deep breaths from lifting weights to excited breaths from seeing prey. I had become the prey of everyone in the gym. We were so close in that narrow corridor that I could almost feel their hot breath on my stockinged thighs; their burning gazes followed my upper body, my nipples, protruding beneath my braless, form-fitting dance costume, almost peeking through and touching their noses. Then their lewd gazes shifted to my half-naked lower body, lingering on my gray open-crotch stockings, as if they could see everything hidden beneath the crotch of my workout clothes: they could see every fold of my vagina, every pubic hair. My entire lower body was exposed to their bestial gaze, with nowhere to hide.
I almost fainted on top of them, my delicate body beaded with sweat from tension. My legs and lower body felt numb. My thighs, clad in gray open-crotch stockings, felt utterly uncool. I desperately wanted to pull down the crotch of my aerobics outfit and have them blow on my genitals to cool me down. Finally, I couldn't hold on any longer and reached the far end of the gym, sitting on a sit-up chair, panting heavily.
The tall fitness instructor noticed me too, but unlike the other ravenous men who shamelessly searched and leered at me, he asked me with concern, "...Miss, are you alright?"
Although his gaze was upright, anyone seeing my obscene attire would find it hard to resist, and this fitness instructor couldn't help but blush a little, which only increased my liking for him.
"Mmm...my legs are so sore, I think they're cramped. Coach, could you help me stretch my legs?"
I straddled the sit-up chair, facing the other throbbing, lustful men, rubbing my beautiful feet, clad in gray open-crotch stockings, against the fitness instructor's hairy, muscular thighs.
"Uh...okay, okay."
The fitness instructor was a little incredulous that such a beautiful young woman would ask him to touch her stockinged legs; a tent was clearly bulging under her tight shorts.
I turned to face the fitness instructor, straightened my back, and spread my legs as wide as possible.
My already exposed labia and pubic hair were now even more shamelessly exposed, and the crotch of my aerobics outfit was slightly damp, turning a dark color.
The fitness instructor squatted down, grabbing my ankles with both hands, so that his face was directly facing my genitals, less than a foot or two away. I turned my face away in embarrassment, yet I felt a deep sexual arousal. His heavy breath brushed against my pubic hair, making it flutter gently. I believe he could also smell the erotic scent emanating from my genitals. The coach's hands grasped my ankles, encased in gray stockings. Perhaps the smooth feel of the stockings was too much for him, as he playfully circled his fingers around my toes and heels, making me giggle as if being tickled. He slowly moved his hands upwards, pressing them against the inside of my thighs, then stroked downwards with his thick, fleshy palms. His hands remained pressed against my thin, smooth stockings, before returning to my ankles. He spread my legs almost into a split and pressed them back slightly, opening my labia even wider. With each press of my legs, I felt my labia make a sticky sound, stimulating the coach's ears. This intense pleasure made me thrust my hips further towards him, my wet genitals almost pressed against the instructor's face. I felt his nose gently piercing the crotch of my workout clothes several times, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure.
I opened my eyes and found that the men around me had gathered. Some were squatting beside my buttocks, watching my stockinged legs and vulva open and close; others stood in front of me, looking down at the deep cleavage beneath my deep-V dress. The only thing they had in common was that they were all erect, tents of erection right in front of me. The other women in the gym, seeing my obscene behavior, cast scornful and incredulous glances at me; some couldn't bear to watch and left. I couldn't care less; I could only focus on the close contact with the instructor. As I enjoyed the close leg-pressing service from the instructor, suddenly a very strong vibration came from my genitals, and I involuntarily screamed—it was the previously still green vibrating egg! It suddenly vibrated inside my vagina, pushing me to orgasm in a very short time. I couldn't control myself, moaning and convulsing, my lower body thrusting forward, pressing against the gym instructor's face, and uncontrollably gushing out a large amount of vaginal fluid—I squirted! I squirted in front of everyone! The crotch of my pink gym clothes quickly became soaked and darkened, then leaked from both sides, completely wetting my labia and pubic hair; the gym instructor's face was also covered in my vaginal fluid, and the fluid I gushed out dripped onto the entire chair, forming a small puddle. The men watching nearby, witnessing a young woman in stockings squirting in the gym, all gasped in unison.
After the orgasm, I lay exhausted on the sit-up chair, my vaginal fluid starting to soak my gray open-crotch stockings, but I was too tired to close my legs, so I could only let the men present ogle my shameful lower body. Why did the vibrating egg, which was originally still, suddenly vibrate? Could this be a remote-controlled device? If so, the pervert must be near the gym. I looked around, but couldn't find him...

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