Stocking-clad married woman humiliated at home

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When my husband called me home to open the door for the heating repairman, I had just been scolded by my boss at work for a trivial matter, and
I was furious. The company that had been scheduled to fix the heating a week ago had finally arrived today, and they only called my husband after arriving at my door, leaving us in a very awkward position to take time off work to open the door for them.
I unleashed a torrent of anger on the phone with my husband, who could only meekly try to appease me, saying things like, "They're having a hard time too," and "He's out of town on a business trip, so it's my fault," and other such nonsense. I just scoffed and hung up before he could finish.
I sat at my desk sulking for a while, but then I realized I couldn't just ignore it, so I took time off work and drove home. As soon as I
got to my door, I saw two burly men in heating company uniforms smoking in front of my apartment. Seeing me angrily emerge from the elevator, they quickly threw away their cigarette butts and stood up.
The burly man with the buzz cut, acting like the person in charge, said to me, "Madam, I'm so sorry to have taken up your time. We've been so busy. If your husband hadn't been away on a business trip, we wouldn't have bothered you..." Another bald man was also smiling apologetically beside me.
I snorted coldly but didn't reply. I walked quickly past them in my high heels, opened the door, and went inside. Without turning back, I told them to get my shoe covers and to keep their hands to themselves and not to mess up my house. "The broken heating pipe is in my bedroom. Fix it quickly, I have to go to work..." The bald man, hearing my rudeness, said, "Madam, you..." before being interrupted by the buzz cut. "Yes, Madam, we'll be careful..." he said, smiling as he followed me into the house.
I was lifting one of my black-stockinged legs to unbuckle the strap of my high heel, while he continued to make small talk behind me, "Madam, you really have a pair of sexy legs, and you know how to adorn them very well."
"Your stockings are the sexiest I've ever seen. Your husband is so lucky..." Hearing these clearly flirtatious words, I turned around and glared angrily at him. "I'm warning you, if you keep acting like this, I'll complain to your company! Get back to work, then pack your things and leave..." "Okay, ma'am, let me see your bedroom. We need to at least figure out where the problem is, right?" The burly man with the buzz cut shrugged and walked straight into my bedroom.
I followed closely behind, the bald man trailing behind with a shifty look on his face.
Compared to this lecherous bald man, I felt the responsible buzz cut man was practically an elegant gentleman. I didn't even need to turn around to know the bald man's lecherous gaze at my voluptuous black stockinged thighs paired with my standard OL pencil skirt—I'd seen that look far too often at the company, and I always knew how to use that attention to gain some small benefits. I unconsciously wanted to flirt a little with the bald man behind me who could only look but not touch, so I swayed my hips as I walked, and I heard the sound of him swallowing hard.
"Hey ma'am, your heating is a small matter, we can fix it in half an hour..." The burly man with the buzz cut stood up after carefully inspecting the radiator. "But I think you need my help with something else, ma'am..." I asked, frowning. "Is there anything else I need?" He chuckled, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me. "Ma'am, you need to solve your marital problems with your husband. Look, there's only one pillow on the bed..." Because my husband and I are both in the prime of our careers, our schedules are very irregular. He even has to stay up late every night to finish his work. My husband feels sorry for me and doesn't want to disturb my sleep, so he put a bed in the bedroom, where I sleep most of the time.
Hearing the man's words, I was momentarily stunned, but then I realized that if what I had just said was teasing, this was blatant sexual harassment. Having been pampered since childhood and never experiencing such humiliation, I raised my hand and slapped the buzz-cut man.
My hand was halfway there when the bald man behind me grabbed it. I struggled a few times, but the bald man holding my wrist was as immovable as an iron gate. I angrily turned around to kick him, but he grabbed my knee, causing me to lose my balance and lean against the bald man.
The burly man with the buzz cut behind me grabbed the middle of my shirt with both hands and yanked it with tremendous force. All the buttons popped off like toys, and my D-cup breasts sprang out. My pure white bra was also ripped off. This brutal attitude was completely different from how my husband treated me. From the first time we made love until now, my husband has always been such a gentleman, waiting for me to take off my clothes one by one, unhook my bra, and press myself against him.
You two perverts, let me go! Terrified, I was filled with disgust and fear, just like any man facing such a scene. This is a crime, you know? I will call the police! You will go to jail! Let me go and roll me out! Scumbags!
The burly man with the buzz cut, kneading my large breasts, smiled slightly. "Madam, for us, the prison cell is practically home..." He paused, then pinched my nipples with both of his fingers at the same time. "And I believe you won't call the police..." As he said this, he pulled me up from behind and sat me on the bed. The bald man then threw away my slippers, grabbed my two black-stockinged feet, buried his face in the arches of my feet, and started panting heavily. He muttered, "Brother Qiang, these are the most exciting stockinged feet I've ever played with. This slutty smell... If the bitch I found last night was half as slutty as her, I would have fucked her so hard she couldn't get out of bed..." Hearing him compare me to prostitutes outside, I felt a surge of humiliation and anger. I twisted my legs wildly, trying to kick him, but he held my ankles firmly, stuck out his tongue, and began to suck on my stockinged toes. Yes, suck.
My husband is also a foot fetishist, but he only ever kisses or smells them lightly; he's never even licked them. He's hinted that I should perform foot fetishes for him, but I've always refused with disgust. I tolerate his foot fetish only because I love him, not because I actually enjoy this perverted sexual fetish. And now this rude bald man is so despicable, violating my stockinged feet. I struggle and yell, "Let go of my feet… You pervert, you scum! You scoundrel, let me go! I'll call the police!"
The man called Qiang Ge was just holding me tightly from behind, his two large hands fondling my huge breasts. "Your vocabulary is really lacking, and these few words don't add any fun at all..." I was stunned, not understanding what he meant by "adding fun." He looked at me with his standard smile and said, "It seems that you and your husband not only don't have a sex life, but even if you do, your sex life must be very boring, right? You slut wearing black stockings, seducing two rough workers in your husband's bedroom..." Hearing this vulgar language that I had never heard before, my blood rushed to my brain, my crotch, every joint in my body, and all the strength I had just struggled with seemed to be instantly drained away.
Sensing my change, the bald man chuckled, continuing to grip my two stockinged feet with one hand while pulling down his pants with the other, revealing his enormous, veiny penis—about 1.5 times the size of my husband's, shockingly thick. I watched in horror as he dragged my stockinged feet toward his massive member. "Slut, now let me fuck your little foot hole, your black-stockinged foot hole. I'm sure you'll serve my cock well..." he said, thrusting his enormous penis between my feet. Although it didn't stimulate my vagina, thanks to the groundwork laid by him and Qiang Ge, my black-stockinged soles seemed to have become a symbol of chastity. My slightly sticky, sweaty feet... My feet were like a slutty, overflowing cunt, teasing me. In Qiang Ge's arms, I murmured, "Husband…husband…I'm sorry…my feet have been violated, my feet's first time has been taken by these bastards…mmm…mmm…"
Qiang Ge laughed even more lewdly. "That's more like it," he said. "Bitch, you're improving quickly. I believe you'll find happiness…" The lewd play under my feet continued. The bald man's penis grew even larger under the stimulation of my silk-stockinged feet. My two soles could barely close together, but I instinctively clenched my feet to prevent them from separating, which undoubtedly gave the penis beneath my feet a huge stimulation. "Oh, you slut…you said your slutty feet were being violated for the first time, you're simply a perfect foot prostitute."
These words, whether a compliment or an insult, ignited a fire within me. Perhaps this was every woman's most instinctive reaction to being appreciated. "Bullshit! You scum! Let me go!" I struggled, while the bald man laughed loudly. "Hahaha, you slut! I already let go of your feet! You're the one actively playing with my cock!" I looked down in a panic and realized he wasn't lying. This pervert was bracing himself on the bed with both hands, while my feet were tightly clamped together, toes pointed straight, the arches of my feet forming a hollow. The bald man was thrusting and manipulating the hollow I had created in my own feet.
Seeing this, I screamed and covered my eyes, burying my head in the sand like an ostrich, as if what I couldn't see hadn't happened. But my two black-stockinged feet didn't retract, and he continued to fuck them...
As I covered my eyes, I felt a finger touch my lips, slowly circling around my lips, which were painted with purplish-red lipstick. It wasn't impatient, teasing the nerves around my lips. The most sensitive nerves around my mouth and feet were being stimulated. Even without the touch, I knew my vagina was incredibly wet.
I heard Qiang Ge's voice in my ear: "Slut, open your mouth, open your mouth and eat..." I had no time to refute the title of "slut." Two voices were conversing within me. One voice knew that if I opened myself up and gave my body to these two thugs, I would experience an unprecedentedly intense orgasm. The other voice still lingered in my mind: my beloved husband, who was far away.
In a daze, I slightly opened my mouth, and those fingers quickly slipped inside. After that brief moment of confusion, I immediately snapped back to reality, clenching my teeth tightly. The fingers could only helplessly move back and forth outside my teeth. Brother Qiang sighed and continued in my ear, "You really are a stubborn bitch...
but you can't lie to us. Look at yourself, in your bed with your husband, wearing only a suit skirt and your black stockings, having your foot acupoints manipulated by us, your breasts in my hands, look how swollen your nipples are..."
I can see your cunt's juices right here... Look at your hole, the juices are soaking into your stockings... I frantically twisted my long hair, begging you to stop talking, please stop talking...
And the moment I opened my mouth, that finger was inserted, and I almost completely collapsed in that instant. My vagina kept telling me that it needed a huge penis to satisfy it. This penis wasn't my husband's, nor any of my previous boyfriends', but these two towering men in front of me. It was as if a taut string in my brain had suddenly snapped. My tongue instantly wrapped around the inserted finger, and at the same time, a long-suppressed groan escaped my throat.
This kind of sex is like a boulder rolling down a mountain; once it starts, it only gets faster and faster, nothing can stop it. From the moment I opened my mouth, I completely resigned myself to my fate of being penetrated by these two rough men in the bridal chamber. My straightforward but long-suppressed personality made me completely open-minded after accepting this fate. The pleasure of being controlled and conquered, of releasing all my desires to a stranger, instantly brought me to a significant climax.
My two stockinged feet were no longer passively receiving the bald man's thrusts; instead, they began to move back and forth, constantly rubbing against the coronal sulcus under his glans. As a married woman, I knew all too well how to serve my man.
Baldy and Qiang Ge burst into laughter. "You filthy bitch, I knew you couldn't hold on after just one look at you. But you're really shameless. We haven't even touched your cunt yet, and you've already surrendered. Do you think fucking your black-stockinged feet will bring you to orgasm? Then you're truly a top-notch stocking prostitute..." Completely resigned to my fate, I didn't show any dissatisfaction with his humiliation. Instead, I spread my black-stockinged thighs wide in Qiang Ge's arms, sucking on Qiang Ge's fingers while twisting my waist towards Baldy, mumbling, "Give it to me... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to collapse..." "Give me your cock..."
These obscene words, unspoken and ingrained in my blood, flowed naturally from my lips. But instead of the big cock I wanted, Qiang released my breasts, tossed me onto the bed, and stood up with Baldy. The two men looked at me seriously and said, "Madam, that would be rape, and we'd have to go to jail. It's not worth it. We just wanted to play with you. Now we're leaving..." Without hesitation, I crawled to the floor, spread my legs wide, and knelt before them, clutching my large breasts with both hands. "I won't call the police, you two sluts! Give me your big cock! I can't take it anymore!"
"Hahaha, you can't call us sluts, ma'am. If we fuck you, wouldn't that be defiling your body..." I was almost crying with anxiety, clinging to the bald man who had been playing with my stockinged feet like an octopus, murmuring, "Husband, darling, husband, my darling, give it to me, I'll wear your favorite black stockings for you, my foot hole, stockings, high heels are all yours, husband, give it to me..." The
bald man looked at Qiang Ge triumphantly and said, "Hahaha, see that, Qiang Ge? This time, I won't hold back. This slut still loves me more..." Qiang Ge stood there, looking depressed and angry. "Slut, what about me..." I clung to the bald man, twisted my body, wrapped my arms around Qiang Ge's neck, opened my mouth near his ear, then closed it again, hesitated for a long time, and finally whispered "Daddy" in the lowest voice...
Baldy and Qiang Ge stared at me in disbelief after hearing this. After I cried out for the first time, all my shyness vanished. Overwhelmed by shame and pleasure, I writhed on Qiang Ge in a seductive voice, saying, "Daddy, Daddy, give your slutty daughter your big cock..."
Qiang Ge couldn't hold back any longer. He growled and threw me onto the bed. "Then I'll satisfy you, my stocking-clad daughter!"
I groaned with joy, assuming the most degrading doggy-style position. At that moment, all I wanted was to please these two savage scumbags in the most degrading way, and this thought almost brought me to another orgasm.
The instant I got into position, I felt my stockings being ripped open by a pair of large hands. A penis even bigger than Baldy's cock almost rammed into the deepest part of my cunt in one go—a place my husband had never penetrated before. "You slut daughter, I didn't expect you to be so tight. I thought a slut like you would have been fucked loose by now. Can your husband satisfy you?
Oh, my big cock, Daddy." Do n't
mention him...
I was still thinking about him, you bitch, is he as good as Daddy
? Ahh, Daddy~... Qiang Ge was very dissatisfied with my last resistance. He turned around and glanced at Baldy. Baldy had somehow found my peep-toe high heels and put them on my black stockings, but he wouldn't let me step on them properly. His big cock was probing the gap between my feet and the shoes, while the toe area of the other shoe was in his mouth. His tongue swept back and forth across the blackened part of the sole from all the stepping. After licking for a while, he said fiercely, "This bitch's slutty feet are so fucking amazing. Whoever marries this slut will be wearing a green hat until they die without even knowing why... Hahahaha, aren't we putting one on him right now?" Meanwhile, I was moaning under them, begging them to stop...
Husband, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Your wife was raped and came on your bed, wearing your favorite stockings and came! Husband! They've penetrated all the places you couldn't reach! They've raped the holes you've never been to before! They're theirs now!
The two men burst into laughter at my lewd remarks. Just then, Qiang's phone rang at the most inopportune moment. He picked it up, glanced at it, and slapped me hard. "Hahaha, you slut, it's your husband... Ahh, don't answer, don't answer..." But Qiang ignored me completely, thrusting into my cunt a few times before answering the phone. "Hey, Brother Wu, it's Qiang. Yeah, I've solved your heating problem. Oh, and your wife opened the door for you. Thank you so much, sister-in-law. We're just here helping her with some other issues. Hahaha, don't mention it, don't mention it. Brother Wu's business is my business." "Wait here, I'll give the phone to my sister-in-law, you can talk to her..." At that moment, I was being played with by the bald man while he was interrogating me, and I was trembling as he took the phone. After calming myself down, I dared to speak into the phone. "Hello, husband, what's up... Darling, is there anything else at home that Xiao Wu and the others need to do?" "
Oh, it's nothing, husband, it's just a little thing for your wife..." Hearing my lies, both Qiang and the bald man had been playing with me for a while. After playing with my shoes, the bald man bent down and picked up my stockinged foot, took my toes into his mouth and began to lick them vigorously, while his fingers were forcefully probing between the other toes, as if he were raping my little foot.
"What's wrong? Is it serious? Maybe I should wait for you to get back and help you..." My persistent husband kept asking. My breathing was already erratic from this frenzied lewdness. "Husband, umm, you probably can't help your wife with this. You'll have to rely on Qiang and the others..." Just then, the restless bald man walked straight to my wardrobe and loudly asked, "Sister-in-law, hey, where are your stockings?" My heart tightened. Even my usually oblivious husband realized something was wrong. "Wife..." What are they doing? Why are you asking about stockings...?
I knew I couldn't hide it anymore. I closed my eyes and said in a seductive voice, "Honey, the stockings are on the second shelf of my wardrobe. Whichever one you like, I'll bring it to you so you can wear it." Then I said into the phone, "Darling, what do you want the stockings for? Of course, I want them to see me wear them! Not just see them, but I also want to be fucked—fucked by my husband, fucked by A-Qiang. Listen, A-Qiang is thrusting into your darling right now..." As I said this, I moved the phone to our intertwined vulva. The splashing sounds made it clear to anyone what we were doing. Then I moved the phone back to my ear, listening to my husband's trembling voice, "You...you...what are you saying, honey? Haven't you picked out the stockings you want me to play with yet?" "Don't rush, choose one by one, we have plenty of time..." Then I rushed to the phone and said, "Your wife is no longer yours. She's been conquered by Qiang Ge and his men. Her cunt, her cunt, her big tits, and even your favorite black stockings and sexy feet have all been taken by them. Each one is better than you, more powerful than you, and makes me happier than you. They've given her all of her. Your wife will be their slave for life, their foot slave, wearing your favorite stockings and being played with by them. Hahahahahahahaha..." Under my most lewd declaration, I heard my shocked and speechless husband's moaning voice on the phone. Qiang Ge behind me couldn't take it anymore and ravaged me for a minute with lightning speed, shouting that he was going to cum inside me!
I shamelessly twisted my waist to meet him, murmuring, "Cum inside, cum inside, I want to get pregnant by you, get pregnant by you, and have a bastard child born!"
Hearing my shameless compliance, a powerful stream of semen shot into me, scalding me to an unprecedented peak. I screamed hoarsely, "Ahhh! I'm being fucked! I'm pregnant! I'll give my dad a bastard child! I'll give him a slutty daughter! I'll let him play with me!" The bald man grabbed my little feet, asking, "What about me, you slut?" I responded, "Ohhh! I'll be my husband's stocking-clad foot prostitute for life! Wearing all kinds of stockings for him to play with! My black stockings will turn white from his fucking! I'll wear stockings stained with semen to work every day!" Stimulated by my shameless lewd words, the bald man ejaculated hard onto my stocking-clad feet. Panting heavily
after my extreme orgasm, I murmured to my husband, who was still on the phone, "I've been conquered! I've given them everything… my hole… my feet… my breasts… my heart… everything… to my two masters… I am their sex slave… their sex slave for life."
My husband on the other end of the phone didn't say a word, nor did he hang up. I could hear his heavy breathing; based on my years of understanding him, I knew it was the kind of panting that comes after intense, exciting sex.
Just then, I felt two huge penises press against my feet and vagina.
I chuckled and stuck out my tongue, starting to lick my phone screen. Then a huge penis entered me. Oh… Master…

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