I'm crazy about stockings

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Stockings are like the freehand landscape paintings of a bygone era; the moment they're worn, it's just a few silent, shallow strokes, yet
these silent strokes always brimming with vibrant, audible desire. Shang Ying is different. Shang Ying stands like the black and white
keys of a piano; making sounds is easy, but playing a melody is difficult. Often, as Tagore said, distance is the distance that men
relentlessly pursue, yet can never quite grasp her alluring pulse.
"You like Shang Ying that much?" Xiao Mina asked. "Yes." I didn't speak, but made no attempt to hide my
longing and desire for her…
I guessed that Shang Ying's life was glamorous and decadent; amidst the chaos of lust, she soared in deep, somber
hues , her flowing, melancholic voice a gentle haven that men could never forget. After all, the fact that such a
beautiful young woman lived alone naturally evoked many fantasies in men.
"Is it really necessary? Shang Ying is already 30, and she's still so attractive to you? She's just a tall, pretty
young woman! I bend over every day to sleep with you, and you never treat me this well." Xiao Mina
seemed a little unhappy.
Thinking of Shang Ying always made me involuntarily excited. Her fair and charming face, her tall and graceful
figure, and her ever-present allure were undeniably seductive. Her misty, moist eyes
held a charm reminiscent of the beauty of the Xiang River, a hint of intoxication like rosy wine, like Dong Xiaowan from the late Ming Dynasty. What
truly captivated me was her posture, sitting with her hands clasped around her knees, her red-soled black high heels
lying to one side, her long, beautiful legs and feet in stockings swaying gently in front of me.
Whenever I see or think of this scene, my penis becomes incredibly hard, and I must wear pantyhose to
masturbate or have a wild time with a woman in pantyhose. The friction of the pantyhose on my glans and my desire for Shang Ying intertwine and
surge forth... I won't be satisfied until I ejaculate.
"You can't control yourself when you mention Shang Ying, you're almost tearing your stockings." Xiao Mina grabbed my
already erect penis under my pantyhose and started stroking it up and down. "How did you come to like
having sex ?"
"Oh...oh...fuck you...you little slut...you really know how to masturbate...the way you're rubbing
the stockings against my penis feels so good..." I lay flat, wearing only a pair of flesh-colored, ultra-thin pantyhose on my lower
body, letting Xiao Mina lie on my lap, one hand gripping my penis and stroking it up and down through the stockings, while she took my
egg-sized glans into her mouth, her tongue constantly licking the urethral opening. The rubbing of her tongue and the friction of the stockings, combined with
fantasizing about Shang Ying's tall, snow-white body and the lustful desire of her wearing pearly, shiny pantyhose, made my
penis as hard as iron.
Shomina also reached for her own genitals with her other hand and began masturbating, letting out wanton moans,
"Ugh... um... um... Uncle, my pussy is wet again... fuck me again..."
While continuing to lick and stroke my penis, Shomina moved her round buttocks
above , her thick pubic hair and plump "bun-like" cunt directly facing my face. Her labia were already
covered in vaginal fluid, a single drop trailing a long strand of liquid...
At the same time, Shomina stretched her light pink lace stockings under my head,
using them as a pillow to lift my head, bringing my mouth closer to her wet, throbbing cunt: "
Lick my cunt... husband... uncle... lick my cunt..."
"Mmm...mmm...woo..." I sucked Xiao Mina's plump, juicy cunt into my mouth, fantasizing
about Shang Ying's cunt, passionately licking her clitoris, forcefully probing her vagina with my tongue, and
licking in circles at the vaginal opening...
"Ah...ah...ah...husband, you're so good...ah...so good...uncle..." Xiao Mina was clearly
lost in the pleasure of my licking, constantly twisting her round buttocks, letting her cunt rub against my lips and tongue to the maximum
extent. The hand holding my penis also accelerated its up and down strokes, giving my penis the maximum stimulation from the stockings and the strokes.
I rolled over and flipped Xiao Mina onto her back on the bed. I pulled down the pantyhose a little with one hand
, letting my large, hard penis protrude. The elastic seams at the waist of the pantyhose were just right for my testicles, and the usually
pink glans was now furious and purple.
"Uncle...fuck me...fuck me like Shang Ying...your pantyhose goddess Shang Ying...
hurry ...give me an orgasm..." Xiao Mina grabbed my penis with one hand and placed it at the entrance of her vagina, while
frantically kneading her clitoris with
the other. The Xiao Mina before me was no longer the one I had fucked many times; she had transformed into the goddess Shang Ying of my
dreams . I lay on top of Xiao Mina, and my penis plunged in with a "plop..." sound. "Ah
..." Xiao Mina let out a long, drawn-out sound that seemed to be a mixture of pain, satisfaction, and longing. A woman's sexual moans
possess the most complex connotations in the world.
As I increased the speed of my thrusting, Shomina became even more disoriented, emitting a series of wanton moans
, interspersed with incoherent words: "Fuck me harder...it's in again...no...ah...fuck me harder
...ah..."
As my fantasies of fucking Shang Ying deepened, I also went all out, placing Shomina's
legs, clad in lace stockings, on my shoulders, raising her buttocks a certain distance from the bed. I
supported myself only with my hands and toes, keeping my body in a straight line, with only my penis and vagina in contact. I maximized
the withdrawal of my penis, leaving only the tip of the glans inside, and then gently inserted it, counting as I went:
"1...2...3..." The first three thrusts only allowed my penis to penetrate halfway. When I counted to 4,
I suddenly and forcefully thrust my penis completely into her vagina, reaching the deepest part of her vagina and rubbing against it.
Then I withdrew and continued, only inserting halfway as before, counting, and when I reached 4, I thrust in forcefully again.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm...ah..." With this rhythm, Shomina's whole body convulsed
. "Mmm...mmm...mmm...ah...mmm...mmm...ah..."
After three or four such rhythms, Shomina was unconsciously following the rhythm. Every time she counted
to 4, she would let out a satisfied moan as my thick, long penis pounded into her, followed by a long, relieved
sigh , completely relaxed.
After more than a dozen cycles of 1234, in the final round, the first three thrusts were as gentle as before,
only half of my penis penetrating, but the fourth thrust was still powerful and heavy, reaching her clitoris. Just as
Shomina was about to let out a long sigh of relief, I continued counting down from 4: "5...6..."
…7…8…9…10…11…12…13…” These successive counts
were all the most forceful thrusts, each time reaching the deepest point, with unprecedented speed, depth, and force.
Xiao Mina and I were both in a frenzy, and orgasm was imminent…
“Oh…Shang Ying…I’m going to fuck you to death…fuck your pantyhose-clad cunt…fuck your pantyhose-clad feet…
I’m going to lick clean the cum stuck to your pantyhose…ah…is it good…ah…Shang Ying…” I
thrust wildly, each time my penis slamming heavily against Xiao Mina’s plump cunt and round buttocks, making
a “slap slap” sound, accompanied by the wet, squelching sounds of my penis as it fully withdrew and then plunged back in.
Shomina screamed with ecstasy: "Ah...husband, fuck me...my pussy feels so good...it's been
fucked to pieces by your stockings and big cock...uncle, fuck me...ah...it feels so good inside my pussy...ah...shoot inside me...ah...
"
"Ah...ah...Shang Ying...ah...fuck your mother...I'm shooting...ah...ah..." I
roared and gushed out, shooting my semen deep into Shomina's pussy. At the same time, she screamed and howled as she reached
her climax : "Ah...husband, I'm coming...coming...ah...coming...ah...so good...
ah...ah...ah..." Accompanied by Xiao Mina's wanton moans and howls, her vaginal fluids and urine gushed out, mixing with my
semen soaking the bed. Our bodies were also stained, my pantyhose and her lace
stockings were covered in a sticky mixture of my semen and her vaginal fluids and urine. We embraced,
experiencing the melancholy of falling from the peak to the trough. Our bodies under the stockings rubbed against each other, letting the various fluids
flow and soak between the stockings and our skin, until we fell into a deep sleep...
The next day, as a ray of sunlight pierced through the dense leaves of the willow tree in front of the building, casting dappled shadows on the bluestone path
, I vaguely tried to wake from my erotic dream: "Get up, get ready, I have to go to work." The fluids on our stockings
had dried into patches, telling the story of the thunderous passion of the previous night. Xiao Mina rolled over lazily
, unwilling to move.
I sat up abruptly, and the idea of stealing Shang Ying's pantyhose suddenly filled my mind. "
Masturbating with Shang Ying's pantyhose would be incredibly stimulating, and it would satisfy my lustful desires for her." I
was filled with anticipation. Our company was located
on
the 10th to 15th floors of an office building, and Shang Ying and I both worked on the 12th floor
, an open-plan office space. I could see her every day when I went to work. For a while after I had this idea of stealing her
pantyhose , I paid special attention to Shang Ying's habits, including when she usually
went to the company bathroom to shower, when she did yoga, and when she changed clothes.
Finally, my efforts paid off. One afternoon, as I was about to go to the 11th floor to handle some business
, Shang Ying happened to walk towards me carrying a pair of pearlescent flesh-colored pantyhose that she had just taken off.
I knew she had just taken them off because I had seen her wearing those same pantyhose that morning. Shang Ying knelt down at her desk
in front of opened a drawer, and put the stockings inside.
Just that one glance was enough to make my penis hard. I was wearing
pantyhose , and the friction from the stockings made my penis even harder. Shang Ying happened to look up subconsciously, and given her squatting height
and my height, she could see my large, erect penis creating a large tent in my pants.
Instantly, a blush spread across her pretty face, and time seemed to stand still.
"Ah…" Shang Ying let out a soft gasp and quickly looked down. In that instant, I noticed she
unconsciously swallowed. I guessed that at that moment, she must also be burning with desire. Perhaps
her little secret passage was already dripping wet…
To wait until nightfall to steal Shang Ying's pantyhose, I stayed behind under the pretense of working overtime, enduring every second
until finally midnight…
I must admit, stealing is not my forte, and this made me incredibly nervous. Even though the entire platform
was dark, with only a faint, almost lifeless light from the doorway, it still filled me with immense dread. I knew
there were at least four cameras monitoring the open-plan office space. If I could,
I would paint the whole world black right now—the house black, the curtains black, the clothes black,
everything black…
Even this fear couldn't deter my urge to steal. Because what I was about to possess was
a pair of flesh-colored, pearlescent, glossy pantyhose, and it belonged to Shang Ying. Luckily, our
desk drawers were unlocked.
I bent down and slowly pulled open the drawer, and there before me was the pantyhose Shang Ying
had left Even in this dim light, I could see clearly—yes, it was this pantyhose
!
Quietly laid out in a transparent plastic bag, a lewd feeling instantly surged within me. I wanted to savor it
immediately , to enjoy its lewd aura. At this moment, all worldly ambitions seemed as
desolate as withered weeds on a grave. My only desire was to masturbate in bed with this pair of pantyhose, to alleviate my lingering regrets and the passing years.
I gently took the pantyhose out of the plastic bag and stuffed it into my pocket. My rock-hard
penis was burning hot, pressing against the other pair of pantyhose I was wearing. I suppressed the urge to
ejaculate, stood up as naturally as possible, as if I had just straightened my trousers, calmly walked to the door, and stepped out with an air of nonchalance
. In front of the camera, I deliberately stretched, raising my empty hands high to show that I had just
left and hadn't taken anything with me.
The thought of having Shang Ying's pantyhose made my heart race as if under a pantyhose spell
. I wanted to go home immediately, lie on the bed, and masturbate to my heart's content, to fuck Shang Ying's pantyhose hard, fantasizing about
myself and Shang Ying wearing pantyhose together in bed, like a pair of lustful beasts in heat.
To this day, I can't remember how I got home. I only remember getting home, quickly taking off
my clothes , leaving only thin pantyhose, and swiftly taking out Shang Ying's stockings
to rub against my face, between my mouth and nose. At the same time, I lay face down on the bed, twisting my body to let the stockings rub against my penis, fantasizing about having sex with Shang Ying
, experiencing the soft, erotic feel of the stockings.
Hennessy's advertising slogan says, "The more you appreciate, the more you understand appreciation." That perfectly describes my state of mind at that moment. Just as I was savoring...
As I admired Shang Ying's pantyhose, I made a surprising discovery:
at the crotch of her pantyhose, where a wet patch had dried, a glossy black, curly hair peeked through the threads—it was Shang Ying
's pubic hair!
"Mmm...mmm...ah...Shang Ying's pubic hair...ah...fuck your little cunt...
fuck you while wearing pantyhose...ah...it's so stimulating..." I twisted my body even faster, the friction between my penis and the pantyhose intensifying
. "Ah...Shang Ying...ah...I'm going to fuck you to death...ah...I'm coming...ah...little cunt...
I'm coming on the pantyhose...ah!" A thick stream of semen gushed out, soaking the pantyhose. I lay on the bed, slowly
drifting off to sleep.
[The End]

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