Slut's Shoes

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The Slut's Shoes (01)
February 13, 2020

Chunjiang Community is located on the edge of a bustling commercial district in N City. Its beautiful greenery has a quiet

charm amidst the hustle and bustle.

The residents of this community are not necessarily rich, but at least they are quite well-off.

Lai Shun stood downstairs at Unit 6, his shabby clothes out of place with the environment.

His life was obviously not as smooth as his name suggested. He was nearly fifty years old and still did not have a stable job.

Even his marriage was still unsettled. Although the village women had tried to introduce him to several wives, they all

left him because of his slovenly lifestyle.

It seemed that only his increasingly fat belly had grown with the years.

Every time Lai Shun came to this community, he felt that God was unfair. Why could these people eat and drink well and live a good life, while

he could only live a life of hardship in his own doghouse? The more he thought about it, the more resentful he became

. Finally, Lai Shun gritted his teeth and walked into the building.

"There's a slut living in this building!"... Lai Shun first came to this neighborhood to stay with a distant relative

.

He was desperate! He'd tried several odd jobs, but was fired because of his age and laziness.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have considered coming to this distant nephew, who was much younger than him.

Although he'd lived in the big city for several years, Lai Shun still felt quite awkward entering such an upscale neighborhood for the first time

.

His nephew was very warm and hospitable, pulling him into the house without showing

any disrespect despite Lai Shun's unsophisticated appearance.

However, his wife was different; she was arrogant and never even gave him a second glance! He didn't mind

, but while chatting, his eyes kept glancing at his young wife's feet.

Lai Shun had a severe foot fetish! This quirk was something he developed after coming to the city to work

. After all, in his backyard village, women kept their feet completely covered, treating them like precious treasures! It

's strange, really. City women love wearing high heels. How do they even

walk in those high heels? Especially some women who like to paint their toes in all sorts of colors and then wear those tiny straps

—they practically steal Lai Shun's soul.

There's an old saying: "Men don't touch heads, women don't touch feet." Village women are incredibly embarrassed if their feet are seen

. Why do city women seem to enjoy showing them off? Lai Shun felt he'd seen more beautiful women's feet in the few days since arriving in the city

than he'd seen in his entire life! From then on, this hobby became uncontrollable.

Lai Shun, with a smug look, glanced at his young wife out of the corner of his eye while chatting casually with his nephew. The young woman, dressed in loose-fitting pink pajamas that covered her body—her hips and breasts

outlining a rounded, alluring curve—was sitting with her legs crossed, playing on her phone

. Pink slippers hung from her slender arches, her bright red toes peeking out from the toes, her small feet swaying captivatingly.

After a long, distracted conversation, her nephew finally decided to recommend her to the neighborhood property management company as a cleaner

.

Lai Shun was overjoyed; finding a job was enough, and the property management in this neighborhood must pay well

.

Her nephew politely saw Lai Shun out, but the young woman didn't even look up.

…The next day, Lai Shun discovered the job wasn't as easy as he'd imagined

. Not only did he have to clean, but he also had to collect the garbage—which he could tolerate, since he was used to the dirt.

But every day he had to climb several apartment buildings to collect the garbage from each floor!

Good heavens! This building is only about 20 stories high, meaning he has to climb over a hundred floors every day.

This is absolutely maddening for lazy Lai Shun! On his first day off, Lai Shun collapsed onto

his bed with a big belly, and by evening he still felt like he hadn't recovered.

"Sigh, this job my nephew found is really hard to do.

How can I possibly keep up with this kind of work every day? I'm not some old ox in the fields.

Maybe I should just quit! Anyway, the pay isn't much.

Pah! I thought big companies wouldn't be stingy, managing such a nice neighborhood and still being so stingy with salaries!" The more Lai Shun thought about it, the angrier he got, and for some reason, he kept thinking about his wife the other day.

"Goodness, that figure is so tempting! I wonder what those round, plump buttocks and breasts feel like to touch

.

And those little feet painted such bright red... my nephew's wife must be a slut!" The fat old man, lost in thought

, began to stroke his penis, imagining himself hoisting that young woman's legs onto his shoulders and thrusting

into her, her little feet swinging back and forth. His breathing grew heavy.

"That damned slut! She dares to paint her feet red to seduce me

! Does she think I won't see her?!

" he thought. He wondered what kind of shoes she usually wore… "Right… she always keeps her shoes on the shoe rack by the door

… maybe I should go check?" This thought, once it took hold, tormented the fat old man, keeping him tossing and turning in bed, unable

to sleep. Finally, he gritted his teeth and left the house.

He walked in silence to the entrance of the residential complex. The gate was wide open, and no one questioned him.

It seemed the security guards weren't very enthusiastic about their work, likely due to their low wages.

The fat old man nervously approached the building entrance and tiptoed up the stairs.

In the silent night, Lai Shun felt his heart pounding like firecrackers! He finally reached

his nephew's apartment.

As soon as he stepped off the stairs, his eyes eagerly fell on the shoe rack by the door.

He saw about ten pairs of women's shoes scattered on it.

Several pairs of dark-colored flats and high heels seemed to be work shoes. There were also some red sneakers and sandals; the young woman's personality must be quite lively.

Lai Shun touched this pair and that pair, savoring the sense of accomplishment from invading the young woman's privacy.

Finally, the fat old man picked up a pair of red high-heeled sandals. The shoes had a single strap design, the entire shoe held together

by two thin straps at the toes and ankle.

The fat old man picked up the shoes and smelled them; a faint smell of sweat filled his nose.

Damn, a pungent, foul odor! Imagining the young woman in those sexy high heels, the fat old man

stroked the shoes dreamily.

After touching them all over, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and put one shoe over it

. He then imagined the young woman kneeling before him, sucking his penis, and began to masturbate

.

It's funny, this was probably the closest the old man's penis had ever been to a woman.

After masturbating for a while, the fat old man pulled out his penis and slapped it repeatedly on the nude-colored insoles, imagining himself slapping

that little bitch across the face with his penis! "You filthy bitch, I told you not to look me in the eye! Does this slap from your grandpa's penis feel

good?! Damn it, you slut, I'll fuck your shoes to pieces, fuck your toes to pieces, fuck your cunt to pieces

!" Thinking this, the old man closed the two pairs of high heels, clamping his penis between them and began to masturbate. In

his mind, sometimes he saw his little bitch playing on her phone; sometimes he saw her standing in front of him in high heels,

her ass sticking out, her legs trembling as he fucked her… "You slut! I'll fuck you to death! You're so horny,

you seduced me! You slut who needs to be fucked!" The fat old man cursed inwardly, his movements becoming faster and faster! With a series

of rapid breaths, the fat old man poured out all the semen he had held back for half his life onto his young wife's high heels! The red

high-heeled sandals were now covered in filthy, yellowish semen, a messy sight, like a woman who had been raped.

Huffing and puffing, the fat old man savored his fantasies, the lewd images in his mind slowly fading

away.

A wave of fear washed over him, and he nervously looked around, trying to make sure no one was making a sound.

The night was still quiet. The fat old man slowly calmed down, looking at his masterpiece

—the pair of red high-heeled sandals smeared with his semen.

"You slut, now you're satisfied with those sexy shoes! You've had your fill of my semen!" he thought

. He then smeared the semen evenly on the insoles and put them back.

Then, like a weasel that had stolen a hen, he happily tiptoed downstairs.

Back in his dilapidated rented room, the fat old man, satisfied, slowly drifted off to sleep. He wondered what his young wife would feel wearing those shoes tomorrow. A slow grin spread across his face.

...From then on, Lai Shun developed a new hobby: searching for stylish high heels in the stairwell

and then smearing them with his semen.

Like an animal using its excrement to declare its territory, this act gave him a sense

of conquest over the shoe's owner.

Especially when he saw those sluts wearing shoes smeared with his semen, he felt an unbearable pleasure,

as if he had thoroughly fucked them.

The dreary days gained some hope, and the job didn't seem so unbearable anymore.

Days passed, and one day, Lai Shun, as usual, searched for his target. This time, he entered

unit 6.

Climbing floor by floor, he found that almost no one had put shoe racks outside, and the few available were all plain and

uninteresting, failing to entice him.

Until he reached the rooftop, Lai Shun's eyes lit up! The rooftop apartments in the complex are all detached duplexes with unobstructed

views of the bustling city skyline. The residents are all quite wealthy.

The shoe racks by the entrance are filled with pairs of high heels, mostly pointed-toe red-soled.

Lai Shun, being experienced, knew that the craftsmanship and design of those shoes indicated a hefty price tag, at least

tens of thousands! Lai Shun was immediately overcome with lust, wanting to take off his pants and fuck them one by one.

But he also felt guilty, wondering what if the wealthy people who bought these shoes held a grudge and retaliated

? Lai Shun hesitated as he walked to the shoe rack, only to be shocked! One pair of high heels had already been used!

And it hadn't been wiped clean! White semen was blatantly left on the surface of this black pointed-toe high heel!

Even inside the shoe, there was a considerable amount!
"The Slut's Shoes" Chapter 2, February 13, 2020.
A cold wind rustled through the leaves; the chilly autumn air made Lai Shun shiver. As

dawn broke, more and more people started their morning work in the neighborhood garden.

These well-off city dwellers ignored Lai Shun, some even giving him a disdainful look at

his disheveled appearance before striding past him.

The latter were mostly women, as his appearance was undeniably unappealing.

Lai Shun didn't care. In the past, he would have muttered curses and perhaps even mentally reprimanded these women

, but he wasn't in the mood now.

His mind was filled with thoughts of those black suede pointed-toe high heels from yesterday.

Who was the culprit? It was too blatant! The suede of the shoes was covered in

semen, and the toe area inside was also thickly stained.

He felt a mixture of admiration and pity. He admired the man's audacity, thinking how he himself was terrified to do such a shameful thing,

unlike that man who brazenly defiled someone's high heels.

He regretted that the shoe owner certainly wouldn't leave them outside anymore.

After all, anyone would find it unacceptable to have their beloved high heels so humiliated and defiled

; in a fit of rage, they might even seek out the culprit and make them pay! What a wasteful fool, not even bothering to cover it up!

Thinking that he would never have the chance to "water" those expensive high heels again, Lai Shun cursed inwardly.

Lost in thought, Lai Shun entered Unit 6, pressed the elevator button, and headed straight to the rooftop.

Once on the roof, Lai Shun cautiously peeked out to make sure no one was watching before stepping out of the elevator and pretending to scan the roof

.

The shoe rack was still there! All the high heels were there! Perhaps the shoe owner wasn't home and hadn't noticed? A perfect opportunity! He could use this opportunity to cover for that idiot.

But wait, wait, maybe the shoe owner has already discovered it and is waiting for the "culprit" to walk right into his trap

.

If Grandpa goes to clean it up now, he'll be covered in mud! What… what should he do?

Lai Shun frowned, feeling his head spinning, and slowly moved closer to the shoe rack.

Wait! Wait, wait, wait! How come there are… two more pairs! On the shoe rack, two pairs of pointed-toe

high heels, one pair of black leather pointed-toe and one pair of shiny silver, were both covered in thick semen!

There were a few drops on the surface, not very noticeable, but upon closer inspection, the shoes were full of thick, white semen! Damn it! What… what

is this idiot trying to do! He's a hopeless idiot, blinded by lust! Lai Shun felt so angry he was jumping up and down! It was

like he had discovered a treasure trove, only to have someone steal a few of his valuables.

That's not all! That person even wanted to burn all these treasures! Lai Shun stood by the shoe rack

, his expression uncertain. He was torn between his inner turmoil and his reason, which told him he should walk away and ignore the foolish thing the person did

. Even if someone held a grudge later, it was none of his business.

But desire told him that since he'd already had three pairs of shoes used, getting another pair wouldn't be a big deal! Suddenly, Lai Shun noticed something: where were those high heels from yesterday…? Was it there?

He looked at the black high heels, covered in dried semen stains, and picked one up, feeling a thunderclap in his head

! This wasn't the same shoe as yesterday! This shoe wasn't suede! And this shoe… there was a footprint on the dried semen stains inside

! …A day passed. The moonlight was obscured by thick clouds; only the howling wind outside the window and the silence in the hallway remained

.

Lai Shun sat trembling behind the fire door.

Ever since he saw that footprint that morning, he'd been possessed, not working, just going home.

The wild thoughts in his mind wouldn't leave him.

That woman was a slut! She didn't care that someone had soiled her high heels with semen! She even enjoyed it

—her sexy high heels being insulted! That slut who loves wearing high heels filled with semen! That whore! That's it!

It must be! That footprint… damn it, there's no mistake! That whore! He wanted to see with his own eyes

what that whore looked like, to see that whore wearing those semen-filled high heels! In the evening, Lai Shun quietly went to

the roof of Unit 6 and waited silently behind the fire door.

Unexpectedly, instead of that whore, he encountered another like-minded person.

When the man tiptoed up the stairs, Lai Shun was almost scared to death.

But all he saw was him pick up a pair of green pointed high heels, huff and puff, and then ejaculate a thick stream of semen

onto the man.

Damn it, I almost scared your grandpa out of his wits! Look at your lewd appearance! You're such a cowardly piece of

trash! Heh, this guy's no good, his thing isn't even as big as grandpa's! Lai Shun, behind the fire door, was furiously cursing inwardly

, forgetting that he was probably in a similar state when he did shameful things.

Especially when he saw the semen sprayed onto the high heels, Lai Shun felt like he had swallowed a fly.

"Damn it! That's my stuff! You damned bastard...

" followed by another string of curses. After the unexpected incident, Lai Shun waited quietly until now, but there was no movement.

Lai Shun felt sleepy, his eyelids drooping, and he couldn't stop himself from falling asleep. He didn't know how much time had passed when "bang!

" The sound of the door slamming shut woke him up.

Carefully, Lai Shun opened the fire door a crack and looked through the crack. He saw the hallway light was on

, and next to the shoe rack, there was a pair of high heels with a pair of black stockings on top! Lai Shun instantly woke up

, pushed open the door, rushed to the shoes, and picked up the stockings with trembling hands. They were still warm from his body.

A woman's stockings! Lai Shun had never seen this before since coming to the city

. The thin stockings encasing the city women's long, elegant legs were something that could steal Lai Shun's soul.

This was the first time he had ever touched such sexy stockings! He picked them up and saw that the toes were covered in dried, hardened semen stains! Looking at the high heels, the dried semen made the velvet appear somewhat white – these were the same

high heels Lai Shun had seen yesterday! They still retained some warmth. Inside the shoes was a blurred footprint surrounded by congealed semen stains! Lai Shun

held up the stockings and took a deep breath. A scent of perfume mixed with the woman's body odor filled Lai Shun

, and he felt his penis throbbing so hard his pants were about to burst! "You slut! You're fucking too slutty! How could you… how could you be so shameless! You

shameless bitch!" The fat old man pulled out his penis, wrapped the stocking around it, and began to masturbate.

Feeling the soft stockings enveloping his penis, Lai Shun had never felt so good in his life! He

grabbed a clean pair of purple peep-toe high heels from the shoe rack and shoved them inside! "Fuck! I'll fuck you to death! Damn it,

you like men's semen that much! Grandpa will fuck you to death!" The fat old man's penis, encased in stockings, relentlessly pounded into the high heels

, the large glans pressing against the small peep-toe.

Looking at the four pairs of high heels beside him that had been fucked by others, the fat old man was furious! "Four pairs! Four pairs!

You shameless slut! You actually let some other man fuck your high heels behind your husband's back!"

Perhaps due to excessive excitement, the fat old man muttered the curses under his breath.

The fat old man's strength was so great that he crumpled the high heels, the poor shoes looking deformed as if they were being fucked by his steel-like penis

, as he thrust hard while simultaneously pounding them with his mouth.

"Today I'll teach you a lesson for your man, you slut! Buying such expensive shoes and then

...using them to hold people's semen and wearing them! You bitch, you deserve to be fucked!" With

a "rip,

" the fat old man's penis shot out from the fish mouth, actually tearing the purple high heels apart! "Fine! Let you, you slut, wear such filthy shoes and act like a whore! Today I'll fuck your shoes to pieces! Another day I'll fuck your

mouth to pieces! Your cunt! Your stinking asshole! I'm going to fuck you into my mistress! Fuck you into a sex slave! Make you

eat my dick and fuck my cunt every day!"

He continued cursing and fucking for what seemed like an eternity, until thick streams of semen gushed from the fat old man's penis,

filling his stockings and high heels with a sticky mess! The fat old man's breathing echoed in the hallway, gradually slowing down.

The old man, regaining his senses, felt a chill run down his spine! "Crazy! Crazy! Lai Shun, you're fucking insane

! Such a commotion, you're sure to alert everyone!" Lai Shun, filled with regret and a pained expression, pressed his ear to the door.

"Birds die for food, but people are driven to their deaths! Lai Shun, you stupid donkey, you're dying for those damn shoes!

" After listening for a while without hearing any more noise, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Luckily, luckily! Grandpa won't dare do it again!" Lai Shun prepared to clean up the traces and slip away

... He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and placed his tattered high heels and stockings neatly by the door! Then he turned and ran away.

"Anyway, that slut likes people shooting her slutty shoes!" What Lai Shun didn't know was that a

beautiful woman in an expensive dress stood barefoot behind the door, watching his every move through the peephole; her shapely, long legs

were already soaked with mud! ...As dawn broke, a weary Lai Shun rushed to work in the neighborhood. He hadn't originally planned to come

, but then he thought about a beautiful woman leading several burly men beating him half to death, and then about the police breaking down the door and taking

him away... Lai Shun just couldn't sit still at home.

Just as he reached the entrance of the neighborhood, a beautiful woman walked towards him.

The woman had long, black hair piled up on her head, a delicate oval face with light makeup, a well-proportioned figure, and wore a beige trench coat

. A white shirt was stretched high by her breasts, and a black knee-length skirt hugged her rounded hips

. The hem of the skirt was pulled by her plump thighs with each step, revealing a pair of long, beautiful legs clad in thin black stockings with some irregular stains

. Incongruously, she wore a pair of purple peep-toe high heels. Upon closer inspection, the right shoe was slightly wrinkled,

the peep-toe a bit too large, revealing toes painted with dark nail polish. The toes seemed capable of pushing through the thin stockings.

Like a punctured hole.

She glanced at Lai Shun almost imperceptibly before walking away, leaving only

the echoing sound of her high heels. The Slut's Shoes (03)
(Part Three)

February 14, 2020

"Sister Jing, cough cough, Sister Jing?"

Her colleague's voice brought Zhang Jing back to her senses. She realized that everyone in the room was looking at her

. The sales department employee who had come for the interview looked somewhat dissatisfied, while the young man in the chair opposite her seemed a little uneasy.

"Um, why do you want to apply to our company?"

Zhang Jing cleared her throat and asked a question.

The young man opposite her could only bitterly recite the answer he had already memorized.

After he finished answering, Zhang Jing nodded to her subordinates to indicate that she had no questions, and the process in the room continued

.

After interviewing a few more people, Zhang Jing told her subordinates to continue working hard and then left the room.

At the far end of the corridor, a few young people were whispering among themselves. These fresh-faced college graduates filled three

waiting rooms—it was autumn recruitment season.

As the HR department manager, she wasn't normally responsible for the tedious work of conducting initial rounds of interviews, but to

show her commitment to campus recruitment, she sat in on a few sessions.

Zhang Jing worked at the headquarters of K Group in N City. K Group wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either; it was considered small but

well-known in N City.

The company's HR director position was currently just a title; she was actually responsible for all the work.

Zhang Jing was very capable; under her management, the HR department performed exceptionally well, and the atmosphere within the department was harmonious.

Soon, she would smoothly enter the decision-making level, becoming the only woman in the senior management.

Many young women in the company idolized this strong woman, and male employees also

admired this career-driven woman.

However, Zhang Jing's work pressure was considerable; her small company was rife with problems, and her relationships with other department leaders

were quite fraught.

Initially, the HR director was unable to work due to illness, and both the heads of the sales and finance departments

strongly supported their preferred candidate.

Both were veterans, one with strong capabilities and abundant resources, the other with a powerful background.

After a period of open and covert competition, the top executive defied public opinion and appointed the HR director on a temporary basis until retirement age

, with Zhang Jing temporarily managing the position.

This shocked everyone at the time, with many speculating that Zhang Jing had sacrificed her virtue to make

some shady deal with the top executive! Everyone was waiting to see Zhang Jing make a fool of herself and escape in disgrace.

This was a hot potato, and setting aside the prevailing societal bias, offending two powerful figures at once

was tantamount to offending half the company.

Sure enough, the company was rife with rumors and gossip. Some people saw Zhang Jing and the top executive engaging in inappropriate behavior in the office late at night

, while others claimed Zhang Jing was preparing to target someone in a certain department to establish her

authority.

All departments harbored an unusually strong hostility towards HR.

Internally, the department was in disarray, like a three-way war, making normal operations nearly impossible.

Most people would have given up long ago, perhaps even being laid off.

But Zhang Jing was not one to back down. This fierce woman was naturally assertive; she hadn't even bothered to fight for the position, but

once it was in her hands, there was no reason to relinquish it! She immediately sent her two rivals away, and won over the rest—

those she could win over, she marginalized.

With all factions gone, the department scattered like birds and beasts. This swift and decisive action revitalized the department

.

However, she couldn't be so drastic outside the department. First, she gave raises to those with good performance and high pay, then fired

several notorious problem employees.

Even when some still nitpicked and created friction at work, Zhang Jing ignored them; HR staff would talk to them

—a small talk every two days, a big talk every week.

"And that's not all. If your performance declines or something goes wrong, your salary and bonuses will plummet

. Being replaced by HR isn't easy.

" Before long, she secured her position.

While everyone admired Zhang Jing's methods, they also marveled at the boss's talent for recognizing talent

. The boss himself was astonished, but that didn't stop him from showering her with flattery.

Only he and Zhang Jing knew that it was all thanks to Zhang Jing's husband.

Zhang Jing's husband, Zeng Xianlin, was the general manager of the industry leader, Company A, in the district of N city.

It's said that even a powerful dragon can't suppress a head snake, but in reality, even a head snake like K Group had to

rely on Company A for many of its businesses.

After a pleasant conversation over drinks, this position fell to Zhang Jing.

Zeng Xianlin hadn't actually wanted Zhang Jing to continue working, especially after their son was born; he hoped

she would stay home to be a wife and mother.

However, Zhang Jing, who considered herself a city elite, was unwilling to do so, and the harmonious couple argued about it for a long time.

Ultimately, Zeng Xianlin, always a gentleman, chose to respect his wife's decision.

That arrangement was his way of showing support for her work, but Zhang Jing didn't appreciate it and complained, saying

things like, "It makes me look inferior for no reason," which annoyed Zeng Xianlin.

…After leaving the interview room, Zhang Jing went to her office, made a cup of coffee, and sat down at her desk,

gazing out the window, lost in thought.

Yesterday, her son's homeroom teacher called; that unfortunate child had gotten into trouble again.

This child is nothing like his father. Zeng Xianlin was a gentle and well-mannered boy from a young age

, but their

son, Zeng Yifan, inherited his somewhat impulsive nature.

Yesterday, he hit someone else's child again.

It's no wonder, though. Two years ago, after her promotion, she was incredibly busy, and her husband was already rarely home

. Later, he was transferred to work in Australia, so he was even less home.

The child was temporarily cared for by her in-laws.

When they finally had some free time, he refused to come home! That child fears nothing except her.

My husband's personality is such that even if the sky falls, he remains calm and collected; only I can

give that brat a stern look and discipline him. He's having so much fun at his grandparents' house, he doesn't want to go home and feel uncomfortable being controlled. So

I'll take him home myself; he runs to his grandparents' house after school. Everyone likes being together, and I often work overtime, so I just let him go. But weekends are always...

She wanted to bring her son back so they could have a proper reunion, but every time they did, the little rascal would always be clutching his bottom with a pained expression. She

'd worked late last night and hadn't called him, wondering how the brat's day went.

Last night… that lewd figure, her peep-toe heels being wantonly violated by his ugly genitals

… and the obscene words he uttered in a low voice lingered in her mind, impossible to shake off.

Those shoes were still on her feet! Thinking of this, her little feet involuntarily shrank back inside the shoes.

Last night, Zhang Jing stood behind the door watching that fat old man commit this shameful act

. Logically, she should have called security to arrest him, but Zhang Jing only felt her heart racing and her mind going blank.

From childhood to adulthood, she had always been pampered, and after achieving success, people treated her with even greater respect.

Where had she ever witnessed such primitive and crude behavior! She felt angry, but her body was becoming increasingly

aroused, until finally her genitals were wet.

"Zhang Jing, Zhang Jing, how could you be so shameful!

" To be honest, Zhang Jing never imagined how provocative and vulgar her behavior seemed to others

. After all, her understanding of love and sex came entirely from the words and actions of her previous partners.

Her ex-boyfriends were all academically excellent and ambitious young men, and given her beauty, they were

very cautious about physical intimacy, often only scratching the surface.

It wasn't until her junior year of college, when she started dating a sports student, that she realized love and sex could be so pleasurable!

It was also from him that Zhang Jing learned some men had a special fondness for women's feet.

To satisfy his craving, Zhang Jing started dressing up her feet, painting her nails, and buying high heels.

Every time she saw her feet arousing a man's desire, Zhang Jing secretly felt a sense of accomplishment, proving that

she possessed great charm.

Even Zeng Xianlin, who wasn't particularly interested in matters of love, became more aggressive after she wore stockings and high heels

.

Zhang Jing remembers that about three months ago, she first noticed something was wrong with her high heels

. Her feet felt sticky when she walked.

At the time, she thought they were dirty and had thrown them away, so she didn't think much of it.

But the same thing happened with several other pairs of shoes. She looked at them but saw nothing unusual, so she attributed it to

sweating more lately.

Then one day, she put her foot into her shoe and "plop!

" her foot was soaked.

She lifted her foot and saw it was thick and smelly. Zhang Jing finally realized what had been in her shoes all along

: a man's semen! Instantly, her ears turned red, and she stared blankly at her toes

, her black nail polish stained with semen—it looked incredibly eerie.

Zhang Jing doesn't know what came over her, but she put her foot back in the shoe and went to work.

It was a pair of apricot-colored, low-cut, pointed-toe high heels. Zhang Jing usually wore simple, elegant pointed-toe shoes to work—

they looked more formal.

She never imagined that one day her shoes would be filled with thick semen! Zhang Jing felt like

everyone was staring at her shoes.

The "tap-tap" of her high heels mingled with a loud "smack"

sound, so loud everyone could hear it.

She couldn't even walk properly! Every time she thought about the semen in her shoes, Zhang Jing felt a jolt of electricity run through

her feet, making her heart race.

She wondered what her employees would think if they discovered this little secret of the strong woman she admired!

That day, Zhang Jing returned home, smiled, and finished a video call with her husband. Then, she sat silently on the edge of the bed, scrolling through

photos of the three of them on her phone, looking at the pair of apricot-colored high heels beside the bed.

Zhang Jing felt she had let her husband and

child down; a deep sense of guilt weighed on her heart.

But on the other hand, she felt she hadn't done anything wrong, so why was she being treated like a heinous criminal?

She was just wearing dirty shoes; what was the big deal? Recalling the tense and exciting day

, she still felt uneasy.

"Ugh, these men are such perverts!" she thought. "Whatever, go ahead and shoot your load, whether I wear it or not is up to me

.

I can just throw it all away, I don't care about the money!" Thinking this,

Zhang Jing's foot slipped into another pair of shoes filled with semen.

Scenes from the past three months flashed through her mind, until last night, until the fat old man's...that

thing pierced through the high heels on her feet.

"Was what I did really right?" she wondered. Meanwhile, Lai Shun sat happily on a stone bench

, broom in hand, his mouth stretched to his ears, humming a tune now and then.

The neighborhood cleaners around him, busy sweeping fallen leaves, were furious to see Shun lounging around like a fool, slacking off.

A man walked over and slapped Lai Shun on the head, cursing in a thick Shaanxi accent, "Lai Shun, you

blockhead, all you do is sit here grinning like an idiot, you don't know anything! You believe I'll have Captain Wang, the security guard, beat you to death

, you son of a bitch!"

Startled by the sudden slap, Lai Shun turned around and saw another janitor

. He immediately relaxed and yelled back, "Go ahead and shout! You think you're so tough?

Go ahead and yell, I'll see..." Lai Shun abruptly stopped, sensing something was off. He and this fellow villager were used to joking around and knew each other well. Why was this guy suddenly bringing up Captain Wang?

Sure enough, Captain Wang was smiling and watching them from his right.

Seeing Lai Shun remain silent, Captain Wang walked over. "Lai Shun! You old bastard! Keep going!

" Lai Shun immediately put on a smile. "No, no, I wouldn't dare speak with you here.

" He practically

had a tail wagging behind him.

"Don't dare to speak? You're not very good at saying anything, are you? You're not very good at it! Finish!"

"Look...look at me...this...look at me..."

Lai Shun frowned, unable to speak for a long time.

Captain Wang stopped making things difficult for Lai Shun; he just wanted to give this lazybones a warning.

"Alright, alright, listen up.

Security has been increased in the community recently. After work, go to the logistics office to register

and get an employee ID card for entry and exit.

Also, you'll need a password for the unit doors from now on. Remember it

, don't forget!"

"Captain Wang, what's wrong all of a sudden? Has something happened?"

"Someone asked.

"Hey, it's nothing serious. The residents of Unit 6 have been complaining that suspicious people have been coming and going from the building lately

, so we need to strengthen management.

" After saying that, Captain Wang left, and the others went back to work, leaving only Lai Shun with his shifty eyes,

his pupils darting around.

Unit 6? Could it be... [The Slut's Shoes] (Part 4)

Author: wanyuyuwoai

February 17, 2020

"Bang!" The last bag of garbage was thrown into the garbage truck, accompanied by a heavy engine start-up sound,

a plume of black smoke coming out of the exhaust pipe, and then the garbage truck slowly drove away from the community.

Lai Shun wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh of relief. The day's hard work was finally over.

A few cleaners joked around for a while, and then they laughed and prepared to go eat together.

As they walked, they passed Unit 6, and Lai Shun remembered what Xiao Wang had said before he left work.

Several days had passed since he'd fucked that woman's shoes and socks. He'd been restless and afraid

to approach Unit 6, terrified someone would come looking for trouble.

The sudden increase in security in the complex—had he really angered that woman that day? "Old Li, why

aren't you moving? What are you thinking about?"

His coworker, seeing he'd stopped walking, called out impatiently.

"You guys go ahead, I forgot something, I'll be back in

a bit," Lai Shun replied casually, turning back to check on Unit 6.

Lai Shun went straight to the top floor in the elevator.

"Ding!" The elevator doors slowly opened. Lai Shun stepped out and saw that the shoe rack and high heels outside were gone, and

the fire escape was locked.

It seemed that slut had really been angered by him; he wouldn't be able to come here again. Lai Shun felt

a pang of regret.

He pressed the elevator button, then glanced reluctantly at the apartment door. "Wow, that's rich!" "I wonder what that woman looks like

? Maybe I should sneak a peek later?" Lai Shun shook his head, banishing the thought

. Better to be careful! Two elevators appeared in front of him; one slowly ascended, the other descended from the 16th floor.

Watching the numbers rise, a sense of foreboding washed over Lai Shun. "Could someone be here?

" Lai Shun's lips twitched slightly, a wry smile playing on his lips.

"Lai Shun, Lai Shun, you've really become a nervous wreck! What a coincidence!

" The elevator numbers slowly jumped to 17.

Lai Shun's smile froze.

"No way…it can't be that coincidental.

" 18! A few beads of sweat appeared on Lai Shun's forehead.

19! Lai Shun turned and headed towards the stairs. Better safe than sorry.

Unexpectedly, after only a few steps, he heard rapid footsteps coming from below. The sound alone told him someone was rushing upstairs.

Lai Shun was terrified; his heart was pounding. "This…it's security coming to arrest me!" At the elevator door

, Lai Shun frantically pressed the elevator buttons, completely flustered.

"Hurry up, you damn broken elevator!" The footsteps grew louder, but Lai Shun didn't get his way

. Just two floors away from the elevator, the hallway door was suddenly pushed open! A teenage boy rushed out! "Damn!"

A startled exclamation rang out. The boy, seeing Lai Shun, jumped in fright. "Huff...huff...who the hell are you?!"

the boy asked, panting heavily, clutching his knees.

"Cleaning...cleaner.

" Lai Shun leaned against the elevator door, bewildered and unable to speak clearly.

The boy was naturally Zeng Yifan, but somehow he had run up the stairs.

Zeng Yifan, catching his breath, looked up and stared at Lai Shun with disbelief in his dark eyes.

Lai Shun noticed the boy's wariness and frantically searched his

pockets before finally managing to pull out a work order and hand it to the boy.

Just then, the elevator arrived with a soft "ding," and the doors opened. Zhang Jing stepped out.

Lai Shun

was stunned to see the beautiful woman who had come out—it was her! Lai Shun had always taken advantage of opportunities to grope women in the neighborhood

, so he naturally remembered Zhang Jing.

There were quite a few women prettier than Zhang Jing, but none

could compare to her figure; every curve of her graceful body was captivating.

This woman possessed

an aura that kept people at a distance, inexplicably creating a sense of unattainability.

She didn't need a hint of disdain

to amplify Lai Shun's deepest inferiority complex

. Even though Lai Shun mentally conjured up her image to humiliate her to the fullest extent, he still felt a profound sense of powerlessness every time he saw her.

But now, Lai Shun's eyes were fixed

on Zhang Jing's purple peep-toe high heels! Zeng Yifan saw Zhang Jing and excitedly shouted, "Mom! I got there first, I won! You can't go back on your word about the game console!"

Zhang Jing, as if ignoring Lai Shun standing beside her, walked to her son's side and affectionately tapped Zeng

Yifan's forehead with her finger.

Looking back at the other elevator, she didn't expose her son's childish trickery and said helplessly, "Fine

, fine, I know you're clever, I'll buy it for you.

Really, aren't you afraid of hurting yourself running around?

" Zeng Yifan chuckled, preparing to make a quick remark, when he suddenly noticed the fat old man next to him staring strangely at

his mother's feet and became furious.

"What are you looking at, you old fool! Look again and I'll blind you!"

Lai Shun was startled and quickly hid to the side, turning his head away, not daring to look again.

"Fanfan!"

Zhang Jing heard her son's domineering tone and shouted sternly, while simultaneously pinching his ear.

Zeng Yifan was both angry and aggrieved. "Mom! Why are you yelling at me! This guy was clearly sneaking

around our door!" He broke free from Zhang Jing's grasp and handed her a card. "He

... even claimed to be a cleaner

. I don't think he's a good person. Should we call security to take him away and teach him a lesson?"

Zhang Jing picked up the card, glanced at it, and then slapped Zeng Yifan on the head. "All you do all day is

fight and bully others! I haven't even settled accounts with you for bullying classmates at school, and you still dare to cause trouble everywhere

... even the cleaners! Believe me, I'll teach you a lesson first!" "

Who bullied classmates? It was clearly that little rascal who was bullying others... Ouch!"

Zhang Jing pinched his nose and twisted it, smiling menacingly as she said, "You dare to talk back?"

"Hitting someone is wrong!"

He let go of her hand and handed the card back to Zeng Yifan. "Give it back and hurry inside to see how I deal

with you!" He then opened the door and slipped inside, not even glancing at Lai Shun.

Zeng Yifan, still angry, threw the card at Lai Shun. "Get out of here!" Lai Shun

immediately grabbed his work ID and ran into the elevator,

feeling like he'd been granted a reprieve. Only after the elevator doors closed did Zeng Yifan turn to go inside. The young man vaguely sensed something was wrong

, but couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Inside, Zhang Jing watched her son walk in silently, sighing inwardly.

Li Lai Shun, huh

? A moment later, the room was filled with the happy laughter of mother and son.

Meanwhile, Lai Shun, distracted, went to the small restaurant where his coworkers worked.

After finishing his meal, seeing the bill several tens of yuan more than usual, Lai Shun perked up.

"These bastards ordered so much food while I had no appetite!" Lai Shun cursed a few times in frustration and staggered

back to his rented room, his mind filled with the

image of that unapproachable woman in high heels posing seductively in front of him.

…Time flew by, and almost half a month passed.

“Ring-a-ling…” The classic alarm clock rang on the bedside table. Zhang Jing reached out from under the covers and stopped it

. She stretched lazily in bed and slowly got up.

After washing up, Zhang Jing went to the dressing room and slowly untied her clothes in front of the mirror.

The silk robe slowly slipped off her body. Looking at her snow-white body in the mirror, Zhang Jing felt a little dejected.

She had consistently exercised and spent hundreds of thousands of yuan a year maintaining her figure, yet she could only

admire it in solitude, feeling it was all for naught.

She looked down at her jade-like feet; her toes, painted with black nail polish, curled up a few times

. The high heels by the door hadn't been touched in a long time. It seemed her feet weren't as…beautiful as they used to be?

At work, she always felt a slight discomfort, as if something was missing.

Zhang Jing couldn't help but chuckle to herself. Could it be that she was so used to wearing high heels stained with semen that she couldn't

wear them properly? After admiring herself for a while, she put on her underwear and prepared to choose her outfit for the day.

She picked up a pair of flesh-colored bodycon stockings, lifted her

slender feet with black nail polish, and slipped her toes inside. Using her hands, she slowly lifted the stockings, the thin, translucent fabric gradually covering her fair skin.

Then, she put on a white women's blouse and a dark gray Dior classic suit

. A cold and glamorous professional elite appeared in the mirror. Zhang Jing nodded in satisfaction, feeling full of confidence, radiating an invisible pressure, like a

cold blade that could cut through anything. Now, she was confident in facing any challenge.

But as soon as she opened the door, the scene outside instantly shattered Zhang Jing's youthful energy.

On her shoe rack lay a pair of black, red-soled, pointed-toe high heels, completely filled with semen.

To Zhang Jing's disbelief, a condom was attached to the heel! It was also filled with thick

semen! Zhang Jing blushed, feeling both angry and ashamed, her whole body trembling, her heart pounding as if it would

jump out of her throat.

Did they really think she was a prostitute?! ... In the afternoon, a white Audi slowly drove through the bustling city

. Zhang Jing gritted her teeth, sitting in the driver's seat.

Zhang Jing had finished work early that day. Thinking about what she had seen that morning, she felt a tightness in her chest from anger

. These people were too much! Her continued tolerance seemed to have only made them more and more demanding

. This time, no matter who it was, she would make them regret it.

Suddenly, her phone rang. Zhang Jing saw it was her son calling, steadied herself, and

answered using the Bluetooth keypad on the steering wheel.

"Xiao Fan, what's wrong? Do you miss Mom?"

"Tch, no way! Are you off work yet?"

Hearing her son's chubby voice, Zhang Jing felt a warmth in her heart

. Wanting to tease him, she deliberately spoke in a stern tone, "Just got off! What? You've gotten into trouble again?!"

Zeng Yifan was clearly startled. "Ah! How did you know? Which bastard told on me?!"

"Zeng...Yi...Fan!" Zhang Jing narrowed her eyes, uttering her son's name slowly and deliberately, then

said in an unusually gentle tone, "Come home and have dinner with Mom tonight. Mom will spend some quality time with you tonight~"

"No, no need..."

Cold sweat seemed to be pouring from Zeng Yifan's mouth.

"Hmph, where are you now? I'll come pick you up.

" "No need, no need... I'm almost home, I'll grab my things and leave!"

She hung up hastily.

"You... hey!" This little brat, just wait and see how I deal with you.

Wait, something's wrong! That thing is still at the door, how can I face my son if he sees it?! Zhang Jing hurriedly

dialed her son's number again. After a busy signal, the call connected.

"Hey Fanfan, where are you now?

" Zeng Yifan on the other end of the line was confused by his mother's urgent tone. "At the xx intersection, what

...?"

Phew, thank goodness, I should be able to make it.

"It's okay, Mom'll be there soon, see you in a bit.

" Hanging up the phone, Zhang Jing hurriedly sped up, her white Audi weaving effortlessly through the sparse traffic.

Soon she arrived at Chunjiang Garden and saw her son getting out of a taxi. Zhang Jing quickly drove into the

community entrance and rushed into the underground parking garage.

Without even checking if the car was parked properly, she flung open the door and rushed to the elevator without even putting on her shoes

. Luckily, the elevator was on the basement level.

Zhang Jing rode the elevator slowly upwards. Although she knew she would arrive before her son, she couldn't help but feel a little

impatient.

Just as she reached the top floor, before the elevator doors had even fully opened, Zhang Jing rushed out. The scene before her almost made her faint

.

A disheveled, fat old man stood at her door, his pants pulled down to his knees, holding one of

her white high-heeled sandals in one hand, the other hanging from his dark… penis.

"I…I…

" The fat old man stared blankly at himself, stammering, not knowing what to say.

The fat old man was none other than Lai Shun. Poor Lai Shun was so frightened by the fierce teenager that he dared not approach Unit 6 for several days

. It wasn't until a few days ago, when he was cleaning, that he discovered that the woman's shoes were outside again! This made Lai Shun's heart itch

like a cat's claws scratching. Last night, he couldn't hold back his lust and came over in the middle of the night to do something naughty.

Just now, unable to resist checking on the "little gift" he'd left behind,

he decided to fuck this woman's shoes one more time.

Unexpectedly, he ran into her.

After a moment of stunned silence, Zhang Jing shoved him aside, opened the door, and angrily said, "Get in here right now!"

"Huh?"

"What 'huh'? Hurry up!"

Seeing the fat old man standing there with his mouth open, Zhang Jing urged him again.

"Yes, yes, yes.

" The fat old man immediately nodded and bowed, heading towards the house.

"Stop!"

The fat old man immediately froze, not daring to move an inch. "Take this and go upstairs to hide!" Zhang Jing handed Lai Shun the pair of

high heels with condoms strapped to them.

Lai Shun took the shoes and ran up the stairs without looking back, as if avoiding a predatory beast.

Zhang Jing frowned, watching the fat old man's retreating figure, feeling something was amiss, but she didn't have time to think about it much,

tidying her clothes and waiting for her son to come home.

A moment later, the door opened softly. Zeng Yifan peeked out from the crack and

was startled to see his mother sitting on the sofa.

"Mom, you're back?"

"Yes.

" Zhang Jing hesitated for a moment, unsure what to say, before finally speaking, "Did you forget something? Go get it.

" "Oh, okay.

" Zeng Yifan went into his room and came out again after a while. "Uh, I'm done.

" Zhang Jing forced a smile at her son. "Go to Grandpa and Grandma's now. Mom

has something to do tonight, so I won't keep you for dinner.

" "Okay?"

The boy looked at his mother with a puzzled expression. This was different from what he had heard on the phone.

"Mom, are you... alright?"

"I'm fine, what could possibly be wrong?

" She then put on a stern face. "Go on, don't keep your grandparents

waiting." Zeng Yifan could only agree and walk towards the door. He felt something was off; there seemed to be

a faint, sour smell, as if he'd smelled it somewhere before. The boy scratched his head in confusion, turned back, and saw his mother smiling and waving goodbye at the door

. Without thinking too much, he waved and entered the elevator.

Zhang Jing watched her son disappear, closed the door, and leaned against it, letting out a sigh of relief. She had finally escaped a disaster.

But what if that villain was still upstairs? Should she send someone to arrest him? No, that wouldn't work

; her secret would probably be exposed.

Thinking it over, Zhang Jing frowned and snorted. "A pervert who sneaks around and molests other people's shoes!

" she thought. "I'll go upstairs and teach him a lesson. What else could he possibly do to me?" Having made up her mind, Zhang Jing

headed upstairs. Halfway up, she remembered the fat old man's filthy words outside her door that night and his much larger

size.

What if…? Images of her being violated flashed through her mind, and Zhang Jing's heart raced, her legs went weak.

Following the shoe prints, Zhang Jing reached her bedroom door. "That filthy thing really knows how to hide!" she thought

. Pushing open the door, she was immediately hit with a foul stench from not having bathed in a long time. Zhang Jing frowned and covered her nose.

The fat old man jumped up from the bedside when Zhang Jing entered, head bowed, not daring to speak.

Zhang Jing didn't know what to say for a moment, standing at the door with her arms crossed, trying to gather her thoughts. The two remained silent for a long while.

Finally, Zhang Jing took a deep breath, preparing to speak.

Unexpectedly, "plop!"

The fat old man suddenly knelt down in front of Zhang Jing, crying and wailing, "Sister, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry

... I know I was wrong, please forgive me!

" Then he kowtowed heavily to Zhang Jing, his head hitting the ground repeatedly until it was red and throbbing

. Only then did he straighten up and raise his hand, mercilessly slapping himself across the face, chanting, "I'm not a monster

... I

'm sorry

... I know I was wrong

... Please forgive me."

Zhang Jing was taken aback by the fat old man's posture. She frowned, looked at him for a moment, and coldly said, "Stop.

" The fat old man remained unmoved, only slapping himself repeatedly. Zhang Jing had never seen a man so out of control

. A surge of anger welled up inside her. Her high heels had been violated by such a good-for-nothing

. She felt that the man before her was utterly despicable! "I told you to stop!"

she shouted, raising her voice, and then kicked the fat old man in the shoulder.

The fat old man rolled to the edge of the bed as if he had suffered a serious injury, lying there on the verge of death, saying

, "I have elderly parents and young children at home. This is only my first offense... Please, have mercy on me.

" Zhang Jing felt a lump in her throat. She hadn't even kicked him hard. Why did it feel like she was the one who had done something wrong?

"Get up and sit down!"

Zhang Jing looked at the bloodstains at the corner of the fat old man's mouth and couldn't stay angry, but her tone remained icy.

The fat old man sat on the edge of the bed, tears still streaming down his face. He hadn't even put his pants on yet

, leaving dirty marks on the pristine white bed.

Zhang Jing frowned even more when she saw the soiled bedsheets.

She picked up a high heel with a condom strapped to it and threw it at the fat old man.

"First offense? So this isn't your doing?" "

No, no, no," the fat old man hurriedly shook his head. "Absolutely not. Today... today is the first time

... I've never done anything like this before.

" Zhang Jing sneered. "What kind of thing?"

"It's... it's... using my penis to shove your shoe.

" Zhang Jing didn't expect this guy to use such vulgar language. Her cheeks flushed slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed and annoyed. "Shut up!"

Seeing the fat old man shut his mouth tightly at her words, Zhang Jing took out her phone, held it in front of him, and played a video. Lai Shun

stared at the phone with an expression like he'd seen a ghost. His heart pounded with fear, and he thought, "I'm doomed."

The video playing on the phone was of Lai Shun venting his anger on the high heels at the door last night

—every move was clearly recorded, including his lewd mutterings and his lewd smile as he put on the condom.

For some reason, Zhang Jing had installed a security camera at the door, and every single person who came to molest her high heels

was recorded without exception! "What else do you have to say?!"

"I…I…"

Lai Shun hung his head dejectedly, unable to speak.

Zhang Jing remained silent, her gaze slowly shifting from the dirty man before her to the fat old man's crotch.

The fat old man's penis, perhaps due to not being washed for a long time, was dark and somewhat phimotic, with the glans covered by a black foreskin

. The ugly thing, like its owner, was utterly devoid of any fighting spirit.

"You think you can outsmart me? Humph! Is this the ugly thing that dirtied my high heels

? Disgusting!" Suddenly, Zhang Jing raised her foot, her stockinged foot placed between the fat old man's legs, stepping on his filthy,

ugly penis! "Tell me how I should properly punish you!"

A smile appeared on Zhang Jing's face, unlike the gentleness she showed her son, or the aloofness she displayed at the company.

Like a fox that had cultivated for a thousand years, she exuded a strange and alluring charm.

"Ah!"

The fat old man, startled by Zhang Jing's sudden action, let out a strange cry, unsure whether it was pleasure or pain

, and instinctively raised his hand towards his manhood.

"Don't move!"

Upon hearing this, the fat old man's hand immediately froze, his forehead covered in sweat, extremely nervous. "You...you...you...

what are you doing?!" His tone was as if he had suffered a great injustice! "Don't speak either!"

Zhang Jing added fiercely, while her black thumb pressed down slightly on the

fleshy shaft under her foot through the sock.

The fat old man groaned and obediently shut his mouth, staring blankly at the woman in front of him, his mind completely

blank.

The beautiful woman in a smart suit stood in front of the fat old man with her arms crossed, her silk-stockinged feet placed on his dirty, smelly penis

. The mud and dirt on the soles of her feet made the fat old man feel itchy, and her blackened toes stepped on the glans, with strands of semen

dripping onto it.

Zhang Jing, feeling flustered by the fat old man's stare, commanded again, "Close your eyes!"

The fat old man quickly closed his eyes, wanting to lie on the bed comfortably but afraid of soiling the bedding and angering him

. He propped himself up with his hands, like a customer enjoying a massage at a brothel.

The fat old man's blood seemed to rush to his groin; his limp penis slowly hardened, like

an awakened beast, gradually lifting itself to resist its restraints.

Feeling the power beneath her feet, Zhang Jing exclaimed inwardly, "So big!" She already knew how big this thing was

, but she hadn't expected it to be this large—it was longer than her feet!

That once ugly thing now exuded primal masculine charm.

Zhang Jing felt as if her feet could barely hold back the monster beneath them, and involuntarily leaned forward, her long, beautiful

legs slowly exerting force to suppress that hard dragon.

The fat old man, enjoying Zhang Jing's footing, groaned again, his hands finally giving way, and he collapsed onto the bed, drenched in sweat

.

Zhang Jing's lips curled up slightly, seemingly satisfied.

She lifted her foot, revealing his thick, erect penis, and then placed her foot between the fat old man's

legs, her toes touching his perineum, gently moving his large testicles as if assessing the amount of semen inside.

"Why did you tie that thing to my shoes?"

Lai Shun kept his eyes tightly shut, clenching his teeth, and remained silent.

"Speak!"

Seeing the fat old man's lack of response, Zhang Jing grew displeased and slightly increased the pressure on her foot.

"I...I dare not speak."

"Speak! Speak or I'll cripple you!"

Zhang Jing made a move to envelop the fat old man's testicles with her foot.

Lai Shun was completely bewildered. Even though he wanted to speak, he didn't know what to say. He felt

the pressure from the stockinged little feet on his testicles increasing, so he blurted out in a panic, "I think you're a slut!"

Zhang Jing released her foot and stepped on the fat old man's penis again

. Her stockinged foot began to rub up and down the shaft, and she asked in a somewhat excited tone, "Oh? Why do you think that?"

"You...you usually act all serious, but behind your back you fill those slutty shoes with semen and wear them everywhere to

act like a slut.

You're a slut!"

Lai Shun had never felt so good in his life. The feeling was a thousand times, ten thousand times more comfortable than when he masturbated

. He couldn't think of anything else and said whatever came to mind.

"Hmph! Are you saying it's my fault?" Zhang Jing continued her "interrogation" with her feet.

"Yes! It's all your fault, you slut! Your body makes me think about you day and night, and my dick won't go soft.

If you hadn't seduced me, I wouldn't have had so many thoughts!"

"What are you thinking? Tell me honestly!"

Zhang Jing seemed a little angry and said fiercely, while spreading open the fat old man's foreskin and

nimbly rubbing her toes on the purplish-red glans.

"I want to hold you and fuck you hard, fuck your cunt with my dick until your legs can't close

, until you can't stand up straight, until you're too scared to wear those slutty shoes!"

"Hmph, and there's more!"

"I also want to fuck your little mouth, make you eat my dick, make you complain about me being dirty and smelly all day, I'm going to teach you

how delicious my stinky dick is!"

As Lai Shun spoke, his breathing became more and more rapid.

Feeling the change in the thing beneath her feet, Zhang Jing knew the fat old man was about to ejaculate. "You! How dare you

think of so many bad things! I'll teach you a lesson!" she said, wrapping her silk-stockinged foot around his glans and rubbing it vigorously .

"Ah! You good slut, it feels so good! Watch me shoot you to death, you slut, you cheapskate!"

Lai Shun panted heavily, constantly cursing. Finally, his large testicles contracted, and thick semen

gushed out from his dark penis! Zhang Jing stopped, lifting her foot and letting the semen spray onto her silk-stockinged feet

. Her feet were covered in thick, white semen, even staining the cuffs of her trousers! The fat old man

ejaculated more than ten times in succession, all of which were caught by Zhang Jing's feet. She even wiped away the semen remaining on his glans with her toes

.

Gradually, the bedroom became quiet again, with only the fat old man's heavy breathing coming from the bed.

After a while, Zhang Jing looked at her messy right foot and said angrily, "How dare you ejaculate so much filth

on my foot! Hurry up and wipe it clean!"

Hearing this, the fat old man lost all his previous arrogance and hurriedly got up to look for paper.

"Just wipe it with your hands.

" Upon hearing this, Lai Shun immediately picked up the fleshy foot with his dirty hands and rubbed it all over the small foot

. Not only did he not dry it, but it actually made it look even dirtier, and he smeared semen all over the foot.

After a while, she pulled her foot away, signaling Lai Shun to stop. Zhang Jing's face returned to its icy expression as

she looked down at Lai Shun. "Put your pants back on, you can leave now."

Lai Shun hesitated for a moment, dawdling as he pulled up his pants. His small eyes darted around, and

it was unclear

what he was up to.

"Um..."

"Don't talk. Just disappear quietly.

" Lai Shun was about to speak when Zhang Jing coldly interrupted him.

The fat old man opened his mouth but ultimately lacked the courage to resist. He wisely shut his mouth and walked out, silently

disappearing.

In the room, Zhang Jing silently sat down on the edge of the bed. The lingering lewd atmosphere in the air and the sticky sensation under her feet

reminded her of how absurd things had just happened! After a long while, Zhang Jing gently stroked

the inside of her thighs, and the ugly thing in her mind resurfaced. She sighed heavily.

This guy certainly has a good dick! (V)

February 23, 2020

Chunjiang Garden, Unit 6, top floor. Lai Shun was mopping with a mop. He had been there for three hours and the entire corridor was sparkling clean.

Ever since that slut "punished" him last time, Lai Shun had been like a man possessed, not wanting to work or eat, his mind filled with images of Zhang Jing in a suit playing with his penis with her toes.

Just thinking about those slippery little feet made Lai Shun reach into his pants.

Despite calling her a slut, this fat old man was terrified of Zhang Jing, hiding at home for days, too afraid to go out.

On one hand, he thought it best to avoid trouble and treat it as a dream, living his life honestly.

But remembering the divine pleasure of that day, he thought he might be able to take advantage of the situation and have some fun with that woman!

But after much deliberation, he couldn't figure out what she was thinking, so he decided to risk it all and ask her directly, and that's why he came here.

After waiting for a long time, just as Lai Shun was about to leave, the elevator doors opened and Zhang Jing stepped out.

Dressed in a white shirt, white trousers, and silver-gray pointed high heels, he still exuded the aura of a successful businesswoman.

Upon seeing Zhang Jing, Lai Shun excitedly rushed forward, "Young lady, I…"

Zhang Jing, as if she didn't see him, walked past him expressionlessly, forcing Lai Shun to swallow his words.

But then Zhang Jing opened the door, turned to Lai Shun, and coldly said, "Aren't you coming in?"

Lai Shun was secretly delighted, his lecherous grin making Zhang Jing's brow furrow.

Once inside, Zhang Jing put down her bag, sat on the sofa, and crossed her legs. Lai Shun, afraid of getting his hands and feet dirty and soiling things, stood obediently to the side.

"You dare come back? You're incredibly lecherous! Do you have a death wish?" "

This tone, as cold as ice that never melts, would normally terrify Lai Shun.

But this time, Lai Shun trembled slightly, not from fear, but because Zhang Jing's beautiful leg, crossed over her knee, swayed back and forth beside Lai Shun's legs as she spoke, occasionally brushing his calf with her high heel.

Lai Shun was aroused, his blood boiling, and his crotch immediately bulged. "Last time, you slut, you made me feel so good, but now my dick is itching again.

" Lai Shun knew from his previous experience that this woman liked to hear such dirty words, but he was still unsure and spoke in a low voice.

Sure enough, Zhang Jing snorted, seemingly a little angry, and lightly kicked the fat old man's inner thigh, then bent down to take off her high heels while saying, "Take off your pants and lie down!" "

?" the fat old man shouted, and Zhang Jing bent over, her exposed white breasts drooling.

Hearing this, Zhang Jing looked up and saw the fat old man's lecherous face. She quickly pressed her hand to her chest and glared at him fiercely.

Lai Shun, startled by the glare, hurriedly unbuckled his belt, his enormous black penis sprang out, almost hitting Zhang Jing on the forehead! Zhang Jing was startled; her heart seemed to skip a beat, and her mouth gaped open in shock.

Lai Shun, oblivious to Zhang Jing's strange behavior, took off his pants and lay down on the bed. It was a bit cold, making the fat old man grimac for a while.

Soon, Lai Shun felt a pair of soft little feet placed on his manhood.

Unlike last time, Zhang Jing wasn't wearing stockings this time, which excited Lai Shun greatly. This was the first time his penis had directly touched a woman's feet.

This was also the first time Zhang Jing had had physical contact with a penis other than her husband's since she started dating Zeng Xianlin; she was somewhat nervous and afraid.

But watching her own fair, delicate feet massaging that dirty thing, she felt a morbid excitement.

The fat old man kept uttering vulgar words like "slut," "little whore," and "beg for a fuck," while Zhang Jing occasionally retorted with coquettish curses. The lewd atmosphere in the room gradually intensified.

Suddenly, the fat old man grabbed Zhang Jing's right foot. Zhang Jing tried to pull her foot back, but the fat old man held it firmly.

Startled and angry, Zhang Jing shouted, "What are you doing!"

"You slutty little feet of yours are always causing trouble, making my dick drip wet. I'll make you feel good too!" He then stuck out his tongue and licked the sole of Zhang Jing's foot.

Zhang Jing struggled with all her might but couldn't break free. She could only angrily utter, "How dare you!" Then she let the fat old man hold her jade-like feet and play with them, licking and fondling them.

Zhang Jing seemed to want to vent her anger on the fat old man's penis, so she massaged his penis even more vigorously with her other foot.

The fat old man wasn't to be outdone; sometimes he would suck and spit out each of her delicate, blackened toes, and sometimes he would lick her white, tender feet back and forth with his broad, powerful tongue.

"Close your eyes."

"?" Zhang Jing's tone seemed somewhat uneven, and she obediently closed her eyes.

Seeing the fat old man close his eyes, Zhang Jing relaxed, lightly biting her lip, and slowly slipped one hand into her pants! Zhang Jing's hand went into her already soaking wet underwear and reached for her wet vulva, beginning to rub it.

The room became quiet, with only the occasional loud "pop" sound of the fat old man vigorously slapping his feet; the scene was indeed several times more depraved.

After an unknown amount of time, the fat old man bit Zhang Jing's right big toe, his whole body tensing.

Zhang Jing knew the fat old man was about to ejaculate, so she bent down, picked up her high heel with one hand, and with the other hand grasped his dirty penis, aiming it at the high heel and beginning to masturbate.

His large testicles contracted a few times, and the thick, dark penis held in her hand throbbed continuously, gushing out thick semen, not a drop falling into the high heel.

After a long while, their breathing gradually calmed down. Zhang Jing put down her high heels, slipped her left foot into the shoe, and curled her semen-soaked toes with some satisfaction. She then composed herself and calmly asked, "Okay, all done? Can you let go now?"

The fat old man reluctantly released Zhang Jing's right foot. Looking at her saliva-covered right foot, which had been bitten by this bastard and left red marks, Zhang Jing felt nauseous and ordered irritably, "Hurry up and clean up!"

The fat old man

chuckled again, stood up, and without wiping himself, hastily pulled up his pants and stood quietly watching Zhang Jing wipe her delicate feet with a tissue.

Lai Shun thought to himself, "Don't you think my semen is dirty? Why are you disgusted by your own saliva? How pretentious!" But he still cautiously and shamelessly asked, "Miss, what exactly is our relationship?"

Zhang Jing looked up at Lai Shun and gave him a perfectly curved smile: "Oh? What do you think?"

Lai Shun thought to himself, "Of course it's you, you slut, who's been trying to cheat on me!" But he sensed the overwhelming murderous intent beneath that smile and could only stammer, "I...I don't know...you decide.

" Zhang Jing didn't reply, her smile vanishing, her face expressionless as she crossed her legs and cleaned her right foot.

She thought to herself, "I don't dare leave my shoes in the hallway anymore. This guy's thing is not only thick and big, but the amount he ejaculates is also astonishing...

" Thinking this, Zhang Jing continued cleaning, thoroughly wiping her foot clean before throwing the tissue into the trash can. Then, in a nonchalant tone, she said, "It's nothing. Just come here at 1 a.m. from Monday to Thursday.

" The fat old man smiled broadly and readily agreed, only to hear Zhang Jing coldly add, "If I see you at any other time, or if you don't control your stinking mouth, you're dead!"

Lai Shun broke out in a cold sweat again and quickly agreed, "Understood, understood! I'll definitely listen and promise not to cause you any trouble!"

Zhang Jing grunted and waved her hand, signaling Lai Shun to get out.

Lai Shun didn't dare linger and left immediately. Only after the door closed did Zhang Jing stare blankly at her bare hand, which still seemed to retain the warmth of that hot, hard penis.

Remembering the sticky, hard feel of that thing, her toes in her high heels involuntarily twitched. Then she put her hand to her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and licked it, feeling somewhat lost in passion.

…

In a bustling mutton restaurant on a commercial street in N City, the broth in the pot bubbled and simmered, with slices of mutton and various vegetables rising and falling with the boiling water.

Two people sat beside the pot: a muscular young man with a bare chest and a bulging belly, an old man.

The old man was, of course, Lai Shun. Lai Shun's face was contorted with grievances, unable to express his bitterness.

What kind of lousy restaurant is this! A few thin slices of mutton for sixty yuan a serving—it's robbery! And look at that bottle of liquor left on the table—less than half a bottle! Good heavens, I spent over two hundred yuan on it, and I haven't even had a few sips! Lai Shun felt a pang of heartache and glanced resentfully at the person opposite him.

Sitting across from him was the security captain, Xiao Wang. Lai Shun had specially prepared this banquet to ask him for advice on matters concerning women.

Speaking of which, Lai Shun and Zhang Jing, a couple with vastly different social statuses, had maintained their absurd relationship for over a month without taking it any further.

Initially, Lai Shun felt satisfied just being able to play with such a beautiful woman's feet; he felt refreshed and incredibly happy.

But human desires always expand, and the fat old man began to wonder why he couldn't get more. Moreover, the woman's cold attitude made him feel no passion for sex.

Lai Shun couldn't help but think of the village cows; he felt like one of them. The cows were milked by hand every day, while he was used by the woman's feet to extract semen, which he then put into her high heels.

Essentially, there was no difference; it wasn't adultery! Especially after he complained a few times about how he toiled every day but didn't earn much money, that woman actually pulled out a wad of pink banknotes from her bag and threw several thousand yuan at his face.

This made Lai Shun overjoyed, but at night he always felt inexplicably resentful.

Last week, Lai Shun finally couldn't resist and reached for Zhang Jing's leg with his dirty hand.

Zhang Jing twisted her legs a few times, but Lai Shun ignored her and forced his hand up her leg.

As a result, he received a cold slap and was ruthlessly kicked out by Zhang Jing, punished by being forbidden from seeing her for a week.

Lai Shun was sullen for several days and finally decided to ask Xiao Wang for advice.

This Xiao Wang was a master at it; according to his coworkers, this guy had illicit affairs with several women and had them all completely under his thumb!

Speaking of which, it was Zhang Jing who paid for the banquet. I wonder if that woman knew her money was spent by the fat old man and came to ask him for advice on how to deal with her; I wonder if she'd be furious!

Xiao Wang, whose given name is Meng, is nearly thirty years old and from Sichuan.

After graduating from vocational high school, he served in the army for a few years. After retiring, he worked odd jobs and by chance was hired as the security captain of Chunjiang Community, which finally brought him stability.

He's strong and vigorous, with a fiery temper, and can't stand being alone. He's like dry tinder to the resentful women in the community—a spark ignites instantly.

Xiao Wang looked at Lai Shun with amusement. This old man is usually lazy and stingy, yet today he's willing to spend money to treat him to a meal. The strangest thing is that he actually asked him how to get a woman into bed! Has this fat old man been pent up for half his life and gone mad? Doesn't he ever look at himself in the mirror? Oh well, he's been paid to do this, and since he's eaten so much, he might as well argue with him.

Lai Shun was very pleased to see that this guy had finally started to offer advice after eating for so long.

While calling the waiter to add more food, Lai Shun pulled closer to his chair, poured wine, and picked up food, listening intently.

After a while, Lai Shun began to feel that he had wasted his money! He didn't understand anything about Xiao Wang

's talk of "WeChat," "people nearby," or "tricks," and he didn't need to listen to this guy bragging about his glorious deeds. He was getting more and more annoyed. After listening for a while, Lai Shun's eyes lit up and Xiao Wang slowly started talking in the direction he wanted to hear.

"The most important thing is what? It's this thing in your crotch! These philandering cats, when they see this thing, they're like fish, unable to move!"

Getting excited, Xiao Wang raised his wine glass to drink, but found that there was no wine. Lai Shun immediately filled it, and the two drank a glass together before Xiao Wang continued.

"The more 'capital' you have, the harder you are, the more these sluts will seduce you relentlessly, trying their hardest to seduce you, while always pretending to be virtuous.

At this point, you have to be patient and not take

the bait! You have to seduce her in return, showing her your thing, letting her see and touch it! Don't rush, keep her wanting more, make her itchy.

Eventually, she'll finally give in and let you fuck her! At that point, don't care what she says, just fuck her hard, you have to fuck her until she's completely subdued!"

Xiao Wang's blunt words drew disapproval from those around them. The men looked disdainful of having dinner with them, while the women blushed.

The two of them ate, drank, and chatted for a while, then burped and left after paying the bill.

...

10 PM, at the K Group headquarters in the Shengyi Building.

In the Human Resources Manager's office, Zhang Jing gently closed her laptop, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes to rest.

These past few days, Zhang Jing has been having a strange dream. In the dream, a jet-black python crawls up her legs and onto her body, and she can only tremble with fear and helplessness.

The python feels sticky and hot to the touch, and slowly it begins to feel familiar.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jing takes off her shoes and touches her small feet. Although her feet are perfectly smooth, she feels red teeth marks on them.

Her left foot is still painted with black nail polish, but her right foot is dyed red—the fat old man's favorite color.

Lai Shun had wanted her to paint them red before, saying that red was sexy and suited her.

Zhang Jing hadn't agreed, but last night after showering, she inexplicably painted them.

Zhang Jing hasn't played with her "toys" for a week and is actually missing that crazy and exciting feeling.

This makes her a little worried. Is she becoming more and more decadent?

But Zhang Jing can't help but feel a little expectant. She wonders if that person will come tonight.

What if he continues to push his luck? After thinking about it, Zhang Jing realizes she doesn't know the answer either.

Zhang Jing returned home and watched TV, her mind a jumble of thoughts, unable to concentrate on anything on the program.

It was past eleven o'clock, and the knocking still hadn't come. That guy always waited outside early; it seemed he wasn't coming today. Zhang Jing thought to herself, "That bastard is indeed a cowardly, useless piece of trash!

" Suddenly, a knocking sound came. Zhang Jing was surprised and pleased. She went to the door and saw Lai Shun.

Zhang Jing steadied herself and asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me!" Lai Shun's voice was as strong as ever.

Zhang Jing opened the door and saw the fat old man smiling at her, whether with cunning or good-natured smirk.

A blush rose to her cheeks, and Zhang Jing said irritably, "Shouting so loudly, aren't you afraid someone will hear you!"

"What am I afraid of? You slut, what's wrong with me asking for your semen?" The fat old man, used to this, no longer hesitated and was about to go inside.

Zhang Jing raised her leg to block Lai Shun, saying coldly, "Wait, do you know you're wrong?" Her posture was undeniably seductive, her leg raised to Lai Shun's waist as if afraid the fat old man wouldn't be able to touch her.

The fat old man took a step back, "I know, I know, I won't touch you.

Move your leg away a bit, don't blame me later.

" Zhang Jing angrily snorted and turned to go inside, Lai Shun following closely behind. Once

inside, Zhang Jing sat on the sofa with her arms crossed, while Lai Shun grinned and began to unzip his pants.

But the fat old man fumbled around for a long time without managing to get his pants off. Zhang Jing turned to look at Lai Shun, "What are you doing?" her tone somewhat displeased.

Lai Shun smiled awkwardly, "I...I can't unzip them.
" Zhang Jing rolled her eyes and said impatiently, "Hurry up!"

Then she watched as the fat old man tugged at his pants, straining as if he were using all his strength, but the damned pants just wouldn't come off.

After waiting a while, Zhang Jing lost patience, got up, and went over. "Take your hand away, let me see.

" She then squatted down in front of the fat old man and started to undo his pants.

The fat old man looked at the delicate beauty squatting in front of him, a cunning smile of triumph spreading across his face.

The two buttons on the trousers were tightly fastened; she didn't know how he had fastened them in the first place, and no matter how hard Zhang Jing tried, she couldn't undo them.

Zhang Jing felt a strange heat rising within her body; the man's scent beside her, even unintentional touches, made her increasingly flustered.

Gradually, the fat old man's crotch bulged. Zhang Jing touched the bulge and silently swallowed.

She knew what it was; even through the pants, she could almost feel the sticky, burning sensation… that ugly, filthy penis.

After fiddling with the pants for a long time without success, Zhang Jing felt an indescribable desire rising within her, an intense longing to see that thing. Her grip tightened, like a little girl desperately trying to unwrap her beloved candy.

Unable to resist this intensely stimulating desire, Zhang Jing exerted all her strength, and with a "rip," the fat old man's pants were torn to shreds. Buttons fell off, and the damned pants were finally undone, revealing a wrinkled, slightly yellowed, dirty pair of underwear. A sour, foul smell of sweat mixed with a strong masculine hormone assaulted her senses.

Zhang Jing felt a dizzying sensation, both nauseous and intensely excited. Her trembling hands reached for the underwear, and then she yanked it down

!

"Smack!" The thick, erect penis sprang out, striking Zhang Jing's chin, slowly moving down her face, finally resting against her lips.

Zhang Jing froze, lust rising, her breathing becoming heavy. Goosebumps rose all over her body, she was consumed by excitement, only one desire remained—to open her mouth and take it in.

The fat old man, seeing the beauty's reaction, became even more smug and pretended to be foolish, saying, "What are you doing? What are you standing there for?"

Zhang Jing, snapping out of her daze, didn't answer and struggled to get up, sitting on the sofa and taking off her shoes.

The fat old man, instead of lying down as usual, walked up to Zhang Jing with his rock-hard penis. "I told you, my cock is really pent up this time. How about you use your hand to make me feel good?"

Zhang Jing stared blankly at the ugly penis, took a deep breath, and uttered a single, heavy word, "Okay!"

Her slender hand gently grasped the shaft. Although it wasn't the first time she'd touched it, Zhang Jing couldn't help but exclaim, "How big!" Even with both hands tightly clenched, the glans was still visible, and it was difficult for her small hands to even encircle the shaft.

Zhang Jing gently stroked the fat old man's penis, seemingly dissatisfied. "Why aren't you using enough force? Let me teach you!"

He then grabbed Zhang Jing's small hand and pressed it onto his own penis, forcefully stroking it from head to toe, then back again, with increasing force!

Zhang Jing had never stroked a penis so vigorously before. When she masturbated her husband, she only used gentle, light caresses with her wrists.

But now, she was holding this enormous penis with both hands, and only vigorous stroking could satisfy this behemoth.

Zhang Jing couldn't help but feel that it wasn't her hand masturbating the fat old man, but rather his penis fucking her small hand! She wondered what it would feel like to have this thing inside her... Thinking about it, Zhang Jing felt a warm current slowly seeping out between her legs, and she involuntarily squeezed her legs together.

Seeing that Zhang Jing had learned how to masturbate him, Lai Shun released his hand with satisfaction and began to enjoy the service.

"Hehe, haven't you ever masturbated a man's big cock like this before? And it even made you horny? Huh?"

Zhang Jing blushed and lightly spat at the fat old man, continuing to tease him. "You slut, you knew I was coming, so you wouldn't dress any more provocatively.

" This time, Zhang Jing looked up at the fat old man with a half-smile. "Hmph? What? What else do you want me to wear?"

The fat old man usually cowered at this tone, but today he was quite assertive. "Of course, wear whatever's provocative you can be, show off how much you like your cock.

" As he spoke, the fat old man's gaze swept over the shoe rack, his eyes lighting up as he pointed to a pair of shoes. "Put those on and let me see!"

Following the fat old man's pointing finger, Zhang Jing looked over and saw a pair of gold high-heeled sandals. The front featured a single strap, with a thin lace-up at the ankle, and delicate chains binding the ankle like tassels. Zhang

Jing really liked these shoes; they were beautiful, but she rarely wore them because they made her look somewhat…unrefined, a bit like a wanton dancer.

She paused for a moment, then slowly got up, walked to the shoe rack, and picked up the shoes. "Hmph, you got a good deal."

"?" she said, taking the shoes and going upstairs.

The fat old man remained in the living room, somewhat bewildered. Why was this woman going upstairs just to change her shoes?

In the dressing room, Zhang Jing nervously looked in the mirror.

In the mirror, she wore a red spaghetti-strap nightgown with thin straps hanging from her shoulders. The hem barely covered her thighs, and through the sheer fabric, her nipples and neatly trimmed pubic hair were clearly visible.

Between her legs was a pair of red, transparent lingerie—two triangles connected by a thin string—and on her feet were a pair of unusually lewd gold high-heeled sandals. She looked

exactly like the fat old man had described—a man who loved penises.

Zhang Jing was incredibly ashamed of herself. No one had ever seen her like this before. She had saved it as a surprise for her husband when he came home, but today she was going to wear it for that guy to see.

"Speaking of which, although that guy is a bit old, a bit dirty, a bit ugly, a bit fat, and a bit smelly... his thing is really well-made.

" "What if he suddenly becomes a beast later? Should I resist?" Zhang Jing remained silent for a long time, unsure how to choose between lust and chastity.

She took a coin from the drawer, determined that if it landed on tails, she would treat it like a vibrator and have a good time with that guy!

Having made up her mind, Zhang Jing tossed the coin high in the air, caught it, and saw it was heads.

She stared at the coin in her hand, lost in thought.

After a while, Zhang Jing took a few deep breaths and tossed the coin again!

This time it was tails!

The fat old man waited in the living room for a long time, but no one came down. He was very puzzled. What was this woman doing? His penis was already limp!

"Clack clack," finally, the sound of high heels came. The fat old man looked up and almost had a nosebleed.

"My God! This woman is so horny!

" Watching Zhang Jing, dressed incredibly seductively yet with elegant poise, descend the stairs, every move exuding extreme provocation and temptation, the fat old man's penis hardened again.

Zhang Jing approached the fat old man step by step, occasionally mimicking the lewd and seductive poses of strippers in movies, caressing her body while asking, "Does it look good?"

But the fat old man sat dumbfounded on the sofa, speechless. If it weren't for his throat constantly swallowing, one would think he had fainted.

This frustrated Zhang Jing. She was already in this state, and this bastard still hadn't made a move. Did she have to beg him to fuck her?

Cursing the bastard in her heart, Zhang Jing walked up to the fat old man, straddled him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and breathed sweetly into his ear, "Am I sexy?"

Lai Shun finally reacted, his voice trembling with excitement, "Sexy...sexy! You're such a sexy woman!"

Zhang Jing chuckled and continued seductively, "Don't you want to do something with me

?"

"Yes! I want it so badly! I want...I want you to give me a handjob!"

Hearing this answer, Zhang Jing almost vomited blood. Was this bastard completely oblivious to romance or deliberately trying to annoy her?
"Just...just for you to do it?" she asked patiently again.

"Yes!" the fat old man answered loudly.

Zhang Jing straightened up, gave the fat old man a deep look, her face turning ashen, then knelt down in front of him and began to give him a handjob.

Lai Shun finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his sweat.

He thought to himself...

"My God, this woman is so incredibly horny, I almost couldn't resist! Little Wang repeatedly told me to hold back and wait for her to let me fuck her!

" Zhang Jing, however, was determined never to see that three-legged old man again. "Isn't it easy to find other three-legged men?

" she thought. But plans don't always go as expected. The longer she held him, the more Zhang Jing wanted to insert that penis into her body; her previously dissipated lust began to gather again.

Several times, Zhang Jing had the urge to sit on that dirty, ugly penis or put it in her mouth, but she forcefully suppressed it.

Slowly, this urge gradually eroded Zhang Jing's defenses.

Zhang Jing gritted her teeth, thinking, "This bastard is really asking for trouble!

" Zhang Jing released her grip, stood up angrily, glared at the fat old man with her phoenix eyes, and threw down the words, "Strip naked and wait!" Then, "clack-clack," she stomped upstairs in her high heels.

The fat old man was bewildered and at a loss, but seeing Zhang Jing's anger, he was also somewhat afraid and obediently did as she was told.

A moment later, Zhang Jing returned and threw an eye mask at the naked fat old man. "Put it on!"

"Huh? This is…"

"What 'huh'? Hurry up!"

A moment later, the naked fat old man, wearing the eye mask, lay on the bed, his hands covering his penis, looking very shy.

Seeing his appearance, Zhang Jing was filled with hatred. Why did it seem like she was raping him?

Zhang Jing was unbearably hot and didn't think much. She pulled the fat old man's hands away, straddled him, grasped his ugly, large penis, pulled back the dirty foreskin to reveal the menacing glans, and aimed it at her wet vulva.

"You… what are you doing?"

"Shut up!" Zhang Jing growled, then slowly lowered her hips and squatted down.

The moment the burning glans touched Zhang Jing's genitals, she felt an electric current run through her body, and she almost lost her balance.

Taking a few deep breaths, Zhang Jing slowly squatted down, feeling the egg-sized glans gradually part her labia, like a giant sledgehammer smashing down a city gate.

Biting her lip, Zhang Jing gently inserted the hard, burning shaft bit by bit, filling her vagina little by little. The immense fullness made her want to scream.

Zhang Jing stopped, her breathing rapid, beads of sweat sliding down her body.

Although her movements were quite gentle, this large thing still took a toll on her.

Previously, this depth was enough to make her feel like she was dying of pleasure, but now her hand was still gripping the penis, not fully inserted. Zhang Jing wondered if it could really go all the way in.

After catching her breath, she exerted force, lifting her snow-white buttocks. The thick penis completely filled her vagina, her body seemingly wanting to hold onto it tightly, unwilling to let go. Even the pink flesh of her vaginal opening was turned outwards, clinging to the fat old man's penis.

Her voluptuous, round buttocks rose and fell, thrusting in and out of the fat old man's crotch again and again.

At first, Zhang Jing had to catch her breath after each thrust, but gradually the speed increased, and waves of white flesh rolled across her fair and sexy body. There was a huge contrast between the man and the woman: one was lowly, the other noble; one was crude, the other elegant; one was dark-skinned, the other fair; one was dirty, the other clean; one had a small, thin vagina, the other a thick, large penis... The cold and beautiful strong woman, the virtuous wife and loving mother, was now wearing high heels and straddling the fat old man seductively, grabbing his ugly, thick penis and thrusting it into her little cunt!

Lai Shun's lifeline entered the pleasure cave, and he felt as if he were in heaven. This woman's cunt was so tight and soft, this tender, moist flesh was incomparable to his rough right hand! But he was vaguely puzzled: was this considered self-pleasure with this slut, or was it considered that she was fucking him?

The fat old man reached out to touch the slut's body, trying to regain some initiative, but was slapped across the face.

"Don't move!" Zhang Jing's breath was uneven, but still stern.

Lai Shun's hard-won courage was shattered by the slap, and he said hatefully, "You slutty woman, you're sucking my cock and acting all fierce! You really deserve to be fucked!"

Zhang Jing bit her lip lightly, "Shut...shut up!" She really didn't want to speak; she was afraid she would moan. In just a few minutes, this damned thing was about to bring her to ecstasy!

"Ring ring..." The phone on the table rang at this crucial moment!

The phone rang for a long time before the woman stopped, impatiently turning to grab it.

She stretched out her hand, grabbing several times before finally picking it up. The name on the screen made Zhang Jing feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her lust vanishing.

Husband!

The caller was Zeng Xianlin! Zhang Jing hesitated

. Logically, she shouldn't answer the phone in her current state.

"But it should be the middle of the night there. Why is my husband calling at this hour? Has something happened?

" Worried, Zhang Jing answered the phone.

"Hello, honey, what's wrong?"

Zeng Xianlin's gentle voice came from the phone. "Nothing, I just missed you and wanted to hear your voice.

" Hearing this, Zhang Jing was both happy and ashamed. Instead of her usual sweet talk, she playfully scolded, "Hmph! Why aren't you asleep so late? Did you finish fooling around with some vixen and then remember me?"

Zeng Xianlin was surprised by his wife's joke and chuckled. "Hehe, how could I have been woken up by people at work? If you don't believe me, I'll video call you.

" Zhang Jing didn't dare video call her husband and quickly changed the subject. The loving couple began to chat intimately. After

a while, Zhang Jing felt her current state was inappropriate and prepared to get up and leave to spend more time chatting with her husband.

Meanwhile, Lai Shun was filled with anger.

Was this celestial beauty the man's wife on the phone? Why? Why does he get such a beautiful wife while I'm almost fifty and still single? Why do you all live like gods while I suffer every day?

Realizing the woman was about to leave him, Lai Shun silently begged her not to go, to let him enjoy himself a little longer.

But the warm, wet flesh stubbornly peeled away from the fat old man's penis.

Lai Shun gradually went mad; a loud voice echoed in his head like a bell.

It was Xiao Wang's voice!

"At this moment, don't care what she says, just fuck her hard! You have to fuck her into submission in one go!" Fuck her into submission in one go ! Fuck her

into submission! "Smack!" Lai Shun thrust his hips forward, his thick, hard penis, about to be pulled out, forcefully plunging into Zhang Jing's tender vagina, penetrating to the root! The enormous glans forced its way through the tight walls of her flesh; the monstrous male penis, with unparalleled power, brutally thrust into the woman's secret place, impacting her untouched clitoris! Zhang Jing cried out, "Ah!" Her face paled, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure that made her scalp tingle. Her legs instinctively clenched tightly, her small feet in high heels nearly twisting, and she collapsed onto the fat old man, trembling, silently accepting the waves of intense pleasure surging through her lower body. The phone fell to the floor; Zeng Xianlin's anxious voice came through: "Wife? Wife? Hello? Jing, what's wrong? Are you alright?" The fat old man's face was filled with vengeful satisfaction; he thought, "Your wife is almost paralyzed from being fucked by me! " Zhang Jing lay on the fat old man's round belly, letting out soft sobs, tears almost streaming down her face from the force of his thrusts. Each throbbing of the penis inside her was so powerful, it felt as if her own heart was beating in unison. After a while, Zhang Jing rallied and slapped the fat old man's chest a few times, giving him a fierce look to warn him not to move. The fat old man, looking timid as a mouse, nodded repeatedly. Zhang Jing then quickly picked up her phone to steady herself. "Hello, honey. " Zeng Xianlin heard his wife's voice and breathed a sigh of relief. "Honey, what happened just now? Are you alright?" "I'm fine. I was just...doing yoga...and I accidentally twisted my ankle. " Zhang Jing's voice was a little weak. "Yoga?" Zeng Xianlin was somewhat puzzled, but still hurriedly inquired about his wife's health. Zhang Jing, while dealing with her husband, struggled to steady herself in her high heels, trying to get up again. Her legs trembled as she struggled to stand, slowly pulling herself out of the thick, hard penis. Just as she was about to escape, a pair of rough, large hands supported her waist. Zhang Jing froze for a moment, then quickly realized what was about to happen. Her husband's voice on the phone became muffled; she couldn't hear a single word. She could only watch in horror as the fat old man shook his head repeatedly, like a rattle-drum, trying to stop him. "Slap!" The enormous penis slammed violently into Zhang Jing's tight vagina again, striking her clitoris. Zhang Jing's entire body seemed to tense up instantly, her whole body trembling strangely. Her hand gripping the phone was so tight her fingers were white, but she bit her lip, suppressing a moan. But this wasn't the end. The fact that this woman didn't scream like last time clearly displeased the fat old man. He gripped Zhang Jing's soft, slender waist with his dirty hands, pulling her off his penis and mockingly watching the once high-and-mighty woman, tears welling in her eyes, shaking her head and begging him not to ravage her tender vagina anymore. Lai Shun ignored the woman's pleas; he only wanted to do one thing now: fuck her. The fat old man slammed Zhang Jing's snow-white, upturned buttocks heavily onto his hips, making a loud "smack!" With a "click, " Zhang Jing desperately covered her mouth and pressed the phone to her ear. She knew she couldn't stop the man beneath her; only her husband's voice could keep her from losing her senses amidst the intoxicating pleasure. Lai Shun roared inwardly, "Slut! You bitch! You're still pretending! Don't you know shame? Why don't you let your man know your wanton nature? Do you care about him that much? " He thrust even harder, each stroke filled with force, pushing his thick penis to its deepest point, making the woman's breasts bounce and her cunt drip with lustful fluid. While being relentlessly fucked by the fat old man, Zhang Jing listened intently to her husband's phone call, managing to squeeze out brief words to maintain the conversation. But the obvious abnormality made Zeng Xianlin somewhat suspicious. "Wife, are you feeling unwell?" "No...no. " It wasn't that she was unwell, it was that she felt too good! "Why does your voice sound a little off? It's a bit nasal. Do you have a cold?" " Hmm...I have a bit of a cold. " "Oh, then get some rest. Goodnight. " Zeng Xianlin was somewhat displeased by Zhang Jing's cold attitude. Little did he know that his wife's cunt was about to be fucked raw, and he barely managed to utter a few words without distorting his voice. "Hmm...Goodnight. " The dial tone finally came through, and the phone was finally disconnected. After hanging up, Zhang Jing covered her genitals with one hand and pointed at Lai Shun with the other. Her voice became somewhat shrill, "Stop! Stop now! You stop right now!!!" Under the continuous and powerful impact of the penis, Zhang Jing felt like a kite with a broken string, being pushed up as if she was about to fly away. The last word she uttered turned into a loud scream. With a scream, Zhang Jing's legs kicked straight up and completely lifted off the ground. She was held in the air by the fat old man. The thick penis, like a black electric drill, "slap slap" frantically pounded against her wet and hot cave. The woman's whole body trembled involuntarily, and her toes in her high heels curled up one by one. A stream of slightly yellowish fluid flowed from the woman's vagina. Zhang Jing had been fucked so hard by the fat old man that she urinated! Lai Shun then stopped and pulled out his penis with a "pop" sound, like pulling out a wine cork. Zhang Jing lay weakly on the fat old man's dirty body, her vagina sore from being fucked that it could barely close. The fat old man ripped off his blindfold, looking at the limp woman on top of him with great satisfaction. He picked up this woman, who was rather tall for him, and carried her up the stairs like a warrior carrying a trophy.

Upon entering the bedroom, Zhang Jing was thrown onto the bed. A pair of large hands grabbed her long legs, dragging her to the edge of the bed. He turned her over, and then a bloated body pressed heavily on top of her.

His greasy belly pressed against her tight waist, and the thick chest hair tickled her back. Zhang Jing felt waves of nausea, as if only then realizing that, aside from that pleasurable thing, the man on top of her was such a disgusting creature.

But it was too late. The fat old man's dirty hands lifted her nightgown, reaching for her breasts and roughly kneading the two soft mounds into various shapes, while his mouth opened wide, greedily sucking on her smooth, flawless back.

"You stinking cunt! What's wrong? See if you still dare to be so arrogant with me?"

"Not talking? Are you mute? Where's the slutty energy you had when you seduced me?" The fat old man forcefully kneaded her breasts. "Does it feel good to fuck you? Does your big cock feel good to fuck you?"

"No...it doesn't feel good!" Zhang Jing squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

The fat old man squeezed Zhang Jing's breasts harder, making them ache, then shook his hips, letting his enormous penis slam against the woman's buttocks.

"You slut, your legs are all limp from my fucking and you're still being stubborn!"

Zhang Jing buried her head in the blanket; she knew that anything she said now would only humiliate her.

The fat old man released her, straightened up, and slapped her snow-white buttocks hard, then pulled up the thin waistband between her legs.

Releasing his grip, the waistband sprang between her legs, making Zhang Jing twitch again.

"Wearing such shameless clothes, what else could it be but a slut begging to be fucked? How come you deny it after being fucked? You dare to do it but not to say it?"

Seeing that she didn't answer, the fat old man held his penis and aimed it at the slut's cunt between her legs. His large glans pushed open her labia and pressed against her vulva. "Your little slutty mouth down there is much more honest than the one up there! Look, it's still sucking my cock!" After saying that, he thrust his waist and his big cock went in again.

Zhang Jing leaned back and twisted her upper body, gripping the quilt tightly with both hands, trying to crawl forward, but the big hands firmly held her waist again.

She twisted her body frantically, trying to escape that deadly meat stick, but the waves of flesh she stirred up only made the fat old man more excited.

The woman could only lower her head weakly and bite the sheets to prevent herself from letting out a humiliating moan!

The big cock thrust into her cunt again and again, the testicles slapping against the tender flesh at the entrance of her cunt.

The woman's knees were bent, her small feet bouncing as she was fucked. Her high heels clicked as they landed, sounding like an encouraging war drum, fueling the thrusts from behind.

"You slut, you whore, I'll fuck you to death! Fuck you to death! I'll fuck your cunt raw, make you so horny!" the fat old man roared like a wild beast. Zhang Jing bit down on the blankets, making muffled "hoarse" sounds. After a

brutal fucking session, the fat old man grabbed the woman's arm and thrust with all his might, his dark body slamming against her white buttocks, making one worry that Zhang Jing's slender waist might break from the force.

"Fuck!!!" the fat old man roared like a wild beast, burying his penis deep inside Zhang Jing.

He bent down, embraced the woman, opened his blood-red mouth, biting her fragrant shoulder, and began to ejaculate thick streams of semen.

Hot semen sprayed onto her vulva. Zhang Jing rolled her eyes, her high heels stomping involuntarily.

The thick penis contracted inside her for a long time, ejaculating thick streams of semen like urination.

After a while, the fat old man lifted his buttocks, his limp penis sliding out of Zhang Jing's body. Thick, white semen trickled from her parted vulva, dripping down her legs and pooling on the floor.

Zhang Jing's eyes were tightly closed; half her body lay on the bed, trembling weakly.

The fat old man looked down at the woman limp beneath him, then slapped her fleshy buttocks with his palm. "You slut, you're so easy to fuck! And yet you're so horny, aren't you afraid of being fucked to death?

" He then picked up Zhang Jing, laid her on her bed, covered her with the blanket, and held the beauty tightly in his arms. His dirty hands roamed greedily, caressing every inch of Zhang Jing's skin.

Lai Shun thought to himself, "This should count as having subdued this slut, right?" Then, he grinned smugly and fell into a deep sleep, embracing the beauty.

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