21-year-old girl in suspender stockings

I'm a 21-year-old girl, 169.5 cm tall, with measurements of 94-59-86, weighing 50 kg, and with long, flowing hair. Logically, I should be in school, but I just don't like going to school. I stopped going after junior high. I just like drinking and playing cards with friends. Now I own a health supplement store.

I remember it was when I graduated from elementary school. One day after school, a classmate invited me to their house to play, so I went. There were five of us (boys and girls). After we got to their house, we started cooking. That was the first time I had ever cooked. During dinner, the boys wanted to drink alcohol, so they drank alcohol while we drank beverages. After dinner, we watched TV together. At that moment, I realized that my body was very hot, but I didn't know why. I thought it might be because I was tired from cooking.

After watching for a while, the boys said it was boring and wanted to watch a video. But when it played, I realized it was pornographic. A man and woman were embracing, and the man's penis was thrusting in and out of the woman's vagina. I tried to get up and leave, but I found I couldn't move. I looked to the side and saw the boys laughing at me. Then I looked at my two female classmates; they had their eyes closed, letting the boys rub their breasts. I realized it was probably the drink I'd been drinking, but

I was already too weak to resist. Then one of the male classmates touched my breasts! My heart was pounding. He tried to move me, but I had no strength left. However, it felt incredibly good when he touched my breasts. He slowly started undressing me until I was completely naked. I knew nothing more until I woke up at nine o'clock that night and found myself in my classmate's father's room. There was a male classmate next to me, but he wasn't the one who had undressed me. I realized then that I had lost my virginity, and had been gang-raped. There was a bloodstain on the sheet below me. I was furious, but there was nothing I could do. Then he came over and hugged me, and I didn't push him away. Maybe I was numb at that moment. Seeing that I didn't resist, he continued to touch me. I looked at the clock, it was nine o'clock, so I got up, put on my clothes, and went home.

When I got home, my father asked me what I had been doing so late. I made up an excuse and went back to my room. My parents were often busy with their business and didn't ask any more questions. Later, they tricked me into going out with them several more times under various pretexts.

Gradually, I began to feel the pleasure of sex between men and women, and sometimes I asked myself: Am I being horny? Because I knew their intentions every time I went out with them, but I still went every time.

From then on, I knew I was no longer a virgin, so I started wearing mature women's clothes, lingerie, etc. My favorite was bodysuits, and I wore stockings all year round, but not pantyhose, because… I dare say very few junior high school students wear garter stockings. I have several bodysuits with bras, waist trainers, and garter stockings all connected, which I bought myself at the mall. Also, I really like wearing boots. Unless it's summer, I wear boots 70% of the time, some of them over the knee. I still have over 20 pairs of boots at home, most of which are over the knee. My favorite colors are white and black. So, apart from a few pink, leopard print, and floral pairs, all my underwear is white and black. My bras and boots are my most treasured possessions. It's not that they're the most expensive, but almost all of them are limited editions. I also like wearing thongs. At first, it was because you couldn't see the lines when wearing pants over thongs. Later, I discovered that wearing them felt very comfortable inside my vagina, allowing me to feel sensation at any time. So, they gradually became my only style of underwear.

Because my parents later moved to another city for business, I've been living alone ever since. I remember one evening I was wearing a black lace bodysuit, a black thong with a plunging neckline, a black and white tight-fitting dress, a wide white belt, and black over-the-knee high-heeled boots with white decorative stripes (I'm only 170cm tall, but the heels were 12cm, making me look exceptionally tall). I went to dinner with a friend. After dinner, my friend offered to walk me home, but I declined and slowly walked home myself. I passed a small park, and since it was closer to get home through the park, I went through it. It was already dark, so I was very scared. But then, something terrible happened. A man who looked to be about 175cm tall and in his forties grabbed me and pulled me to a tree, covering my mouth and saying, "Don't scream, or I'll strangle you."

I struggled fiercely, but it was futile; he was very strong! He then used his free hand to reach under my skirt. I was wearing a very short, tight-fitting dress, so it was easy for him to reach my genitals. He discovered my bra and thong, which excited him greatly. He was also very skilled at flirting; he found my clitoris and rubbed it repeatedly. I couldn't take it anymore; I was incredibly wet down there, and my legs were soaked.

I stopped resisting because I realized he knew how to make a woman feel good. I suddenly wondered what it would be like to have sex with him, since I hadn't done it for a few days. Besides, resisting was pointless; what if he really killed me? It wouldn't be worth it! I slowly loosened my grip and reached down to his genitals, but I found that he wasn't hard. He sensed my movement, paused, and realized I was getting aroused. He chuckled, took a long object out of his pocket, and upon closer inspection, I realized it was a fake penis! He pressed a switch, and the fake penis started squeaking and swaying back and forth. I was genuinely scared this time; I'd never used one before, only seen them in health product stores (because I used to buy condoms there). He inserted it directly into my vagina. Since my thong was open at the crotch, I didn't need to take it off; it just went in.

The thing was shaking and vibrating inside me, making my whole body tremble. I couldn't help but cry out, and when he saw me cry out, he immediately covered my mouth again. I gestured for him not to cover me, then closed my eyes, naturally wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and began to enjoy the pleasure the dildo was giving me. When he saw that I was holding him, he stopped covering my mouth, and started holding me with one hand to prevent me from falling, while using the other hand to hold the dildo and begin thrusting. I couldn't take it anymore. Liao Liao started groaning loudly. He looked down, and I don't know what he saw. He turned the dildo around, and I realized that this little thing could also stimulate the clitoris because it had a little goose head on it that vibrated strongly. This little goose head was vibrating wildly right in front of my clitoris. I couldn't help but lift one leg and put it on him because I wanted him to insert the dildo deeper. He understood what I meant and inserted it deeply.

Then I felt the vibrating and swaying of the dildo had become significantly more pronounced. It turned out he had set it to the highest setting. Later I learned that this highest setting is usually designed for women on adult websites, because they have higher sexual demands and aren't as easily orgasmic as younger people like me. But this person had used that setting on me! At the time, I didn't know much about it; I just knew it felt incredibly good, truly the best I'd ever felt before. My eyes were closed, and I wondered if I was in heaven, otherwise, how could it feel so good? Then I felt my feet getting wet—it was my vaginal fluid! It had already seeped into my boots and down to my feet. I couldn't believe it! I just prayed he wouldn't stop! But I couldn't say anything, because I'm a girl after all!

I took my right hand off his shoulder and put it inside his pants, only to find that his penis was still not hard. I knew he might be impotent and unable to use his own penis to have sex with me. I was a little disappointed, but my thoughts were immediately disrupted by the pleasure coming from below. He started kissing my face and licking my ears with his tongue. For some reason, I became even more excited when he licked my ears. I kept moaning and stroking his penis. Even though it wasn't hard, I started kissing his face. I knew I was getting excited to the extreme.

The dildo was still throbbing, and I felt a tightness down there. Then, with a cry of "Ouch!", I ejaculated. He sensed my ejaculation and gradually reduced the vibration and swaying of the dildo, but didn't remove it. I felt like I ejaculated a lot; usually, it only goes inside my vagina, but this time I felt like it had all come out, like a water gun spraying all over me and the floor. Ashamed, I leaned on his shoulder, took a deep breath, and lowered my legs. He slowly pulled the dildo out, and I immediately felt a lot of fluid gushing out, soaking both my legs.

He suddenly let go of me and ran away! I froze, and there was no one in front of me. I looked down at myself; my skirt was perfectly fine, my boots were perfectly fine. It felt like a dream, but I could feel the water on my legs and inside my boots. I knew I had orgasmed. I leaned against a tree, staring blankly into the distance. After about ten minutes, a man and a woman walked by. They probably saw me, because the man muttered, "Look how sexy that woman is dressed! So slutty!" The woman said, "Get lost, all you can do is look at those slutty women." I thought: Maybe I really am? But I've never used my body to make money. Does that mean I'm slutty? I straightened my underwear and skirt, found some tissues to wipe the water off my legs, and went home.

After I got home, I started thinking about that dildo. It really brought me so much pleasure. I even thought that if that person had teased me like that in my own home, I could moan whenever I felt good. But since we were in the park, I was embarrassed because I was afraid someone would know. Thinking about it, I went downstairs again. This time, I wasn't going to the park or to eat. Instead, I took a taxi to a place far from my home and found an open health product store to buy a fake penis. The shop owner was a married woman. She introduced me to one for girls, but it was too thin, so I didn't want it. I picked a very thick one, but she said it was for mature women and not suitable for me. I ignored her and didn't haggle. I bought it and went home. When I got home, everyone knew that I didn't sleep all night and used it all night. After that, I couldn't live without it.

After that, I bought a lot more, and now I have about 20 in total. There are big ones, small ones, long ones, two-in-one ones, inflatable ones, and even ones for two women to use together (because I sometimes like to play with women, and I have several same-sex friends). There are also miniature ones, which I still wear now. I have four miniature ones called Honey Butterflies. They are small butterflies with a fake penis attached to the back, which can be inserted into the vagina. They have massagers on both sides to stimulate the clitoris and anus. There are several straps on the side so you can tie them to your legs, and there is a remote control that you can put in your pocket. You can turn it on to vibrate whenever you need it. The advantage of them is that they are small and not easy to be noticed, so you can wear them at any time. I wear it all the time, whether I'm out shopping, eating, or even sleeping. Its drawbacks are that it's too small to fit all the way in, and it can't swing or extend, so it has limited functions. My sex life is really thanks to these unsung heroes.

Now, to avoid being bored every day and for my own convenience, I opened a health product store.

I'm a 21-year-old girl, 169.5 cm tall, with measurements of 94-59-86, weighing 50 kg, and long flowing hair. Logically, I should be in school, but I just don't like going to school. I dropped out after junior high and just like drinking and playing cards with friends. Now I own a health product store.

I remember it was when I graduated from elementary school. One day after school, a classmate invited me to their house to play, so I went. There were five of us (boys and girls). After we got to their house, we started cooking. That was the first time I had ever cooked. During dinner, the boys wanted to drink alcohol, so they drank alcohol while we drank beverages. After dinner, we watched TV together. At that moment, I realized that my body was very hot, but I didn't know why. I thought it might be because I was tired from cooking.

After watching for a while, the boys said it was boring and wanted to watch a video. But when it played, I realized it was pornographic. A man and woman were embracing, and the man's penis was thrusting in and out of the woman's vagina. I tried to get up and leave, but I found I couldn't move. I looked to the side and saw the boys laughing at me. Then I looked at my two female classmates; they had their eyes closed, letting the boys rub their breasts. I realized it was probably the drink I'd been drinking, but

I was already too weak to resist. Then one of the male classmates touched my breasts! My heart was pounding. He tried to move me, but I had no strength left. However, it felt incredibly good when he touched my breasts. He slowly started undressing me until I was completely naked. I knew nothing more until I woke up at nine o'clock that night and found myself in my classmate's father's room. There was a male classmate next to me, but he wasn't the one who had undressed me. I realized then that I had lost my virginity, and had been gang-raped. There was a bloodstain on the sheet below me. I was furious, but there was nothing I could do. Then he came over and hugged me, and I didn't push him away. Maybe I was numb at that moment. Seeing that I didn't resist, he continued to touch me. I looked at the clock, it was nine o'clock, so I got up, put on my clothes, and went home.

When I got home, my father asked me what I had been doing so late. I made up an excuse and went back to my room. My parents were often busy with their business and didn't ask any more questions. Later, they tricked me into going out with them several more times under various pretexts.

Gradually, I began to feel the pleasure of sex between men and women, and sometimes I asked myself: Am I being horny? Because I knew their intentions every time I went out with them, but I still went every time.

From then on, I knew I was no longer a virgin, so I started wearing mature women's clothes, lingerie, etc. My favorite was bodysuits, and I wore stockings all year round, but not pantyhose, because… I dare say very few junior high school students wear garter stockings. I have several bodysuits with bras, waist trainers, and garter stockings all connected, which I bought myself at the mall. Also, I really like wearing boots. Unless it's summer, I wear boots 70% of the time, some of them over the knee. I still have over 20 pairs of boots at home, most of which are over the knee. My favorite colors are white and black. So, apart from a few pink, leopard print, and floral pairs, all my underwear is white and black. My bras and boots are my most treasured possessions. It's not that they're the most expensive, but almost all of them are limited editions. I also like wearing thongs. At first, it was because you couldn't see the lines when wearing pants over thongs. Later, I discovered that wearing them felt very comfortable inside my vagina, allowing me to feel sensation at any time. So, they gradually became my only style of underwear.

Because my parents later moved to another city for business, I've been living alone ever since. I remember one evening I was wearing a black lace bodysuit, a black thong with a plunging neckline, a black and white tight-fitting dress, a wide white belt, and black over-the-knee high-heeled boots with white decorative stripes (I'm only 170cm tall, but the heels were 12cm, making me look exceptionally tall). I went to dinner with a friend. After dinner, my friend offered to walk me home, but I declined and slowly walked home myself. I passed a small park, and since it was closer to get home through the park, I went through it. It was already dark, so I was very scared. But then, something terrible happened. A man who looked to be about 175cm tall and in his forties grabbed me and pulled me to a tree, covering my mouth and saying, "Don't scream, or I'll strangle you."

I struggled fiercely, but to no avail; he was very strong! Then, with his free hand, he reached directly under my skirt. I was wearing a super short, tight-fitting dress, so it was easy for him to reach my genitals. He discovered my bra and thong, which excited him greatly. He was also very skilled at flirting; he found my clitoris and rubbed it repeatedly. I couldn't take it anymore quickly; I was gushing wet, and I could feel a lot of fluid on my legs.

I stopped resisting because I realized he was someone who knew how to make a woman feel good. I suddenly wanted to know what it would be like to have sex with him, since I hadn't done it for a few days. Besides, resisting wouldn't help anyway, and it wouldn't be worth it if he actually killed me! I slowly started to loosen my grip and reached for his genitals, but I found that his penis wasn't hard. He felt my movement, paused, and realized I was getting aroused. He smiled, took a long object out of his pocket, and upon closer inspection, I realized it was a dildo! He pressed the switch at the bottom, and the fake thing started squeaking and swaying back and forth. I was really scared this time. I'd never used anything like this before; I'd only seen it in health product stores (because I used to buy condoms there often). He inserted it directly into my vagina. Since my thong was open at the crotch, I didn't even need to take it off; it just went in directly.

The thing was shaking and vibrating inside me, making my whole body tremble. I couldn't help but cry out, and when he saw me cry out, he immediately covered my mouth again. I gestured for him not to cover me, then closed my eyes, naturally wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and began to enjoy the pleasure the dildo was giving me. When he saw that I was holding him, he stopped covering my mouth, and started holding me with one hand to prevent me from falling, while using the other hand to hold the dildo and begin thrusting. I couldn't take it anymore. Liao Liao started groaning loudly. He looked down, and I don't know what he saw. He turned the dildo around, and I realized that this little thing could also stimulate the clitoris because it had a little goose head on it that vibrated strongly. This little goose head was vibrating wildly right in front of my clitoris. I couldn't help but lift one leg and put it on him because I wanted him to insert the dildo deeper. He understood what I meant and inserted it deeply.

Then I felt the vibrating and swaying of the dildo had become significantly more pronounced. It turned out he had set it to the highest setting. Later I learned that this highest setting is usually designed for women on adult websites, because they have higher sexual demands and aren't as easily orgasmic as younger people like me. But this person had used that setting on me! At the time, I didn't know much about it; I just knew it felt incredibly good, truly the best I'd ever felt before. My eyes were closed, and I wondered if I was in heaven, otherwise, how could it feel so good? Then I felt my feet getting wet—it was my vaginal fluid! It had already seeped into my boots and down to my feet. I couldn't believe it! I just prayed he wouldn't stop! But I couldn't say anything, because I'm a girl after all!

I took my right hand off his shoulder and put it inside his pants, only to find that his penis was still not hard. I knew he might be impotent and unable to use his own penis to have sex with me. I was a little disappointed, but my thoughts were immediately disrupted by the pleasure coming from below. He started kissing my face and licking my ears with his tongue. For some reason, I became even more excited when he licked my ears. I kept moaning and stroking his penis. Even though it wasn't hard, I started kissing his face. I knew I was getting excited to the extreme.

The dildo was still throbbing, and I felt a tightness down there. Then, with a cry of "Ouch!", I ejaculated. He sensed my ejaculation and gradually reduced the vibration and swaying of the dildo, but didn't remove it. I felt like I ejaculated a lot; usually, it only goes inside my vagina, but this time I felt like it had all come out, like a water gun spraying all over me and the floor. Ashamed, I leaned on his shoulder, took a deep breath, and lowered my legs. He slowly pulled the dildo out, and I immediately felt a lot of fluid gushing out, soaking both my legs.

He suddenly let go of me and ran away! I froze, and there was no one in front of me. I looked down at myself; my skirt was perfectly fine, my boots were perfectly fine. It felt like a dream, but I could feel the water on my legs and inside my boots. I knew I had orgasmed. I leaned against a tree, staring blankly into the distance. After about ten minutes, a man and a woman walked by. They probably saw me, because the man muttered, "Look how sexy that woman is dressed! So slutty!" The woman said, "Get lost, all you can do is look at those slutty women." I thought: Maybe I really am? But I've never used my body to make money. Does that mean I'm slutty? I straightened my underwear and skirt, found some tissues to wipe the water off my legs, and went home.

After I got home, I started thinking about that dildo. It really brought me so much pleasure. I even thought that if that person had teased me like that in my own home, I could moan whenever I felt good. But since we were in the park, I was embarrassed because I was afraid someone would know. Thinking about it, I went downstairs again. This time, I wasn't going to the park or to eat. Instead, I took a taxi to a place far from my home and found an open health product store to buy a fake penis. The shop owner was a married woman. She introduced me to one for girls, but it was too thin, so I didn't want it. I picked a very thick one, but she said it was for mature women and not suitable for me. I ignored her and didn't haggle. I bought it and went home. When I got home, everyone knew that I didn't sleep all night and used it all night. After that, I couldn't live without it.

After that, I bought a lot more, and now I have about 20 in total. There are big ones, small ones, long ones, two-in-one ones, inflatable ones, and even ones for two women to use together (because I sometimes like to play with women, and I have several same-sex friends). There are also miniature ones, which I still wear now. I have four miniature ones called Honey Butterflies. They are small butterflies with a fake penis attached to the back, which can be inserted into the vagina. They have massagers on both sides to stimulate the clitoris and anus. There are several straps on the side so you can tie them to your legs, and there is a remote control that you can put in your pocket. You can turn it on to vibrate whenever you need it. The advantage of them is that they are small and not easy to be noticed, so you can wear them at any time. I wear it all the time, whether I'm out shopping, eating, or even sleeping. Its drawbacks are that it's too small to insert fully, and it can't swing or extend/retract, so it has limited functions. My sex life is truly thanks to these unsung heroes.

Now, to avoid being bored every day and for my own convenience, I opened a health product store.

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