Classic Stockings Collection 2

[Playing with the Internet Cafe Owner's Stockings]
I had a crush on the internet cafe owner and her beautiful legs and stockings. Back when I was in school, there were several good internet cafes near the school, but I always went to one in particular. It was because the owner was a beautiful young woman in her late twenties with stunning legs.
She had long, flowing hair, a petite figure, and incredibly alluring legs. She often wore a black tight-fitting sweater and a black short skirt, sometimes with mid-calf boots, sometimes with sandals, but she always wore sheer flesh-colored stockings. Every time I saw her beautiful legs in those stockings, I felt like my soul was being stolen away, and my little brother would itch unbearably.
One time, I was sitting at the counter using the internet when the owner and her friend sat on a high stool in front of the counter chatting. She had her legs crossed, swinging them back and forth. Her skirt, which was about 10 centimeters above her knee, became even shorter after she sat down, and her boots only covered the middle of her calves. And so, her long, beautiful legs, clad in sheer flesh-colored stockings between her skirt and boots, were completely exposed before my eyes, gleaming alluringly under the light. Although I was facing the computer screen, my eyes were glued to her alluring legs in the stockings, her short skirt, and her boots. Unconsciously, I felt my penis pressing against the wooden board beneath the keyboard, and in my fantasies, my underwear became wet… One night, I went to an internet cafe to spend the night, but only the owner was there; she rarely did this herself. Around 1 a.m., no one else came; the internet cafe with 100 computers had only a dozen or so people scattered around. So, the owner came out from behind the counter and sat down at a computer with a sofa. That's when I saw her wearing a white short skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and black sandals. My heart pounded again, so I moved to the computer diagonally in front of her, mainly to get a closer, more comprehensive view of her legs in stockings, and my penis stirred again.
About an hour later, I saw her get up and walk towards the lounge, then close the door. I assumed she was going to sleep, and a wave of disappointment washed over me. But a few minutes later, she came out and continued surfing the internet on the sofa. I noticed she wasn't wearing her sandals anymore, just slippers, and no stockings. I thought, "I won't be able to admire her flesh-colored stockings and sandals again," and felt a pang of disappointment. But then! My eyes lit up. I thought: she must have left her stockings and sandals in the lounge!
Watching her intently surfing the internet, I got up and walked towards the restroom, which was right across from the lounge. I glanced back and saw two other netizens watching, both engrossed in their online games. So, I slipped into the lounge and gently closed the door.
Sure enough, her newly changed, ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings were on the bed. I swallowed hard, trembling as I picked up these mesmerizing stockings, caressing them, smelling them, kissing them. They were so silky, thin, and transparent, carrying her fragrant scent. My little brother was about to burst through my pants. I folded the stockings and put them in my pocket. Then I picked up her sandals; they were a brand new pair of black strappy sandals, with very thin straps on the instep and a very thin heel, about 10 centimeters high. I held them to my nose and smelled a faint leather scent, and my little brother got excited again. I pulled down my pants, and my little brother immediately sprang out. I inserted my little brother into the straps of the sandals and the leather sole, and thrust a few times. Clear fluid secreted from the urethra, dripping onto the forefoot.
If I kept doing this, I'd probably ejaculate inside her. I couldn't stay there any longer, so I put down the sandals and quietly left.
Back at my computer, I saw the landlady still focused, and my anxiety subsided.
In the morning, just as dawn was breaking, I saw some netizens leaving. Worried that the landlady might find the stockings missing when she went back to sleep, I followed her out.
Back in my dorm at school, I lay in bed and saw my roommates gradually going to class. I took out what I'd gotten last night and tossed and turned in bed for a long time… Afterwards, I went to that internet cafe as usual, still admiring her beautiful legs, stockings, boots, and sandals, still getting so excited I almost hit my head on the floor, but this time, I didn't have another chance to steal her stockings. However, I added her on QQ and often flirted with her while admiring her… (Author: pgf334674638) Around 8 pm, under the dim light, the large bed shook and the mattress creaked frequently.
A naked man and woman were tightly embracing on the bed. The woman lay on her back, her breasts pressed against the man's strong chest. Her legs, clad in flesh-colored stockings, were raised high and spread apart. The man was on top of her, his firm buttocks moving up and down rhythmically. His thick penis thrust in and out of her vagina, his round, baseball-like scrotum slapping against her buttocks with a "slap, slap." Her vulva was already dripping with lustful fluids, making a series of "gurgling...gurgling..." sounds, the beautiful sounds of their genitals rubbing together. A lot of fluids had flowed; the woman's buttocks and inner thighs were wet, and the sheets beneath her were soaked.
This couple, passionately engaging in intercourse, was my wife and me.
"Wife, is this comfortable?" "Husband...your penis is so hard...so big...you're making me feel sore and swollen, it feels so good!" my wife answered in a trembling voice amidst her continuous moans and gasps.
"Wife, do you like me fucking your cunt like this?" "...Yes...I like it so much...Husband...Does it feel good and comfortable when you fuck my cunt?" "Good wife, I love fucking your cunt so much, it's so soft and tender, your cunt grips my cock so tightly...It feels so good to fuck you...We should fuck like this often in the future, okay..." "My whole body is yours now, you can fuck me however you want in the future..." Encouraged, my cock grew harder and bigger, thrusting and pounding hard again and again, ramming into my wife's clitoris.
Through the large dressing mirror in the wardrobe next to the bed, I looked at the beautiful legs in stockings hanging on my arms, swaying rhythmically with my thrusts, making them even more charming and seductive.
"Wife...your feet in stockings...so sexy...I want to 'eat' them...let me 'eat' them,
okay?" I swallowed, licked my lips, and felt a desire to taste something delicious.
My wife opened her hazy eyes and slowly lifted her right foot, bringing it to my mouth. I started kissing her toes and kissed my way up her silk-stockinged feet, quickly leaving a long trail of wet saliva on both legs.
As I vigorously thrust my penis in and out, I savored the silk-stockinged foot my wife had brought to my mouth. "So fragrant...so fragrant...wife...your feet in stockings are so sexy...so fragrant...so delicious...mmm...mmm...so delicious...come on, let's change positions...I'm going to fuck you to my heart's content today." I pulled my still-erect penis out of my wife's wet vagina and laid her on her side on the bed, one of her legs dangling limply off the bed, the other on the bed. I stood with one leg on the edge of the bed, straddling my wife's lap. Instead of immediately inserting my penis into her vagina, I positioned it at the entrance, gently rubbing the head against her clitoris. I then lifted her stockinged leg, which was dangling from the bed, and licked down her thigh to her calf, past her feet, biting her toes and swirling my tongue around them.
"Oh...oh...God...hurry...come in...oh..." My wife loved it when I fucked her standing on the floor, and this teasing made her moan.
As I licked her stockinged feet, I interrogated her, "Tell me first, why are you wearing such sexy stockings?" "Because...because I want you to 'eat' my feet." "Then why do you want me to 'eat' your feet? What's so good about your feet?" "Ah...ah...because my feet in stockings are so...so sexy...so fragrant...you want to 'eat' them when you see them...oh...when you 'eat' my feet, you...you'll...you'll want to fuck my cunt...ah...ah..." "Then how do you like me to fuck you?" "I like...I like you 'eating' my feet..." "Fuck me at my feet... fuck me... play with me... I love it when you rape me like this... ah... ah... ah... dear husband, come in quickly... I can't take it anymore!" My wife couldn't stand my teasing anymore. Her body started to arch upwards and twist like a snake, wanting my penis to quickly penetrate her vagina. I gently dodged my wife's vulva and inserted my fingers deep into her vagina, digging hard in the flesh hole. What flowed from her vaginal opening was a liquid with white foam. I pulled my fingers out and tasted it carefully. The taste was really good!
"Husband... stop... come quickly... I can't take it anymore..." my wife begged me.
"You want me to fuck you, right? Then tell me what's so good about your vagina!" I inserted my fingers into her vagina again, continuing to "interrogate" her while moving them in and out.
"..." "If you don't tell me what's so good about your vagina, how can I be interested in fucking you?" Although I was almost unable to hold back, I still continued to tease my wife.
"Ah...ah...I'll tell you...I'll tell you...my pussy is so tight...so wet...it can hold your cock tightly...it'll feel so good when you fuck me...you'll try it if you don't believe me..." My wife moaned lasciviously as I teased her.
"Okay, not bad, let me try and see if your pussy really feels good when I fuck you." Hearing my usually dignified wife say such lewd things, I couldn't hold back anymore. I lifted one of her legs high, and with her tacit understanding, my already hard penis slid in smoothly, disappearing into her wet and slippery cavity. I felt my big cock filling my wife's pussy completely, without any gaps. My wife's pussy was so tight, so suctiony, as if it wanted to suck my big cock into a bottomless abyss.
"Oh...so full..." "Oh...so good..." My wife and I both let out a comfortable cry at the same time.
"Baby, you're not lying to me... Your cunt is really amazing... So wet... So tight... It's gripping my cock... Oh... Oh... It feels so good... It feels so... So comfortable... I haven't fucked such a good cunt in so long... Oh... Wife... Wife... I want... I want you... I want to fuck you properly... I'll fuck you to death... I'll pound you to death... I'll fuck your cunt raw... I'll squeeze your tits to burst..." As I said this, I reached out and grabbed my wife's full breasts, squeezing them hard while fucking her hard.
Watching my wife's large breasts deform under my clutches, watching her moan beneath me, especially seeing her silk-stockinged legs swaying on my shoulders, accompanied by the "slap slap" of our tightly joined genitals, and the "sizzle" of her juices being squeezed by my large penis, plus the creaking of the bed beneath us during our intense intercourse, it was enough to make a super erotic film. My penis grew even harder, and I thrust into my wife even more eagerly, feeling every impact of my shaft against her body.
"Baby... I'm going to fuck you until you're so turned on!..." "Ah... so thick... so full... so comfortable... so good...!" I thrust passionately, listening to my wife's joyful moans, I pushed forward even harder, letting my huge penis penetrate deeper into my wife's body, so that I could truly feel one with her. I pulled my penis out gently, then thrust it in again without mercy, making my wife's eyes roll back, screaming with pleasure.
"Baby...is it fun?" "Mmm...it's fun..." "Baby...I remember...you said earlier...your feet in stockings are so...sexy...smell so good...I want to 'eat' them...when I 'eat' your feet, I...I want to...I want to fuck your cunt...you like me 'eating' your feet while fucking you...right?...Now...I want to 'eat'...I want to 'eat' your sexy stockinged feet...I want to 'eat' your feet while fucking you...quick...quickly give me your feet to 'eat'..." Hearing me say this, my wife frantically used her cunt to stroke my penis, her joyful cries filled with indescribable excitement.
"Good...good husband...I'll give you...I'll give you my feet...I'll give you my cunt...I'll give you my everything...Come on...fuck me while you 'eat' my feet...fuck me...rape me..." After saying that, she bent the leg that I was carrying on my shoulder and brought her sexy little foot to my mouth. "Baby...is it good?" "Mmm...good..." "Baby...I remember...you said earlier...your feet in stockings are very...very sexy...smell very good...I want to 'eat' them when I see them...when I 'eat' your feet, I...I want to...I want to fuck your cunt...you like me to 'eat' your feet while I fuck you...is that right...now...I want to 'eat'...I want to 'eat' your sexy stockinged feet...I want to 'eat' your feet while I fuck you...quick...quickly give me your feet to 'eat'..." Hearing me say that, my wife frantically used her cunt to stroke my penis, and the joyful cries she made were filled with indescribable excitement.
"Good...good husband...I'll give you...I'll give you my feet...I'll give you my cunt...I'll give you my everything...Come on...feed me while you 'eat' my feet...fuck me...rape me..." After saying that, she bent the leg that I was carrying on my shoulder and brought her sexy little foot to my mouth. I immediately used my teeth to suck on the toes of her stockinged foot through the stocking, while my hands repeatedly roamed over her leg, showing extreme excitement.
"Baby, why are your feet so sexy in stockings... I want to 'eat' them... Your feet smell so good... They're so delicious... I... Every time I 'eat' your feet, I... I want to fuck your cunt... This feeling of fucking your cunt while 'eating' your feet... It's so... so amazing... Wife... Wife... Good wife... I... I love you... I really love you... I love your cunt... I love your stockinged feet... I love your breasts... I love your buttocks... I love everything about you... I want to love you for a lifetime... Your cunt belongs to me... Your stockinged feet belong only to me... I... I want to fuck you... Fuck you for a lifetime... 'Eat' your feet for a lifetime... I want to fuck you to death... Fuck you to death... Rape you to death... Ah... Ah..." I shouted excitedly, violently thrusting into my wife's cunt, which was already red from my rubbing.
My wife's body began to tremble violently, the folds of her vaginal walls began to contract, and the entry and exit of my penis became increasingly difficult. I knew my wife's orgasm was approaching.
I increased the speed of my thrusts, determined to help my wife reach an unprecedented climax. Suddenly, a low growl escaped her throat, and a surge of heat erupted from deep within her vagina, stimulating my glans. A sudden lightness washed over me as a gush of hot, viscous, milky-white fluid shot out, hitting her deep inside and making her tremble uncontrollably.
With the intense pleasure of ejaculation, I relentlessly pushed my penis deeper, as if trying to pierce her uterus.
My wife resisted weakly, letting out barely audible screams with each orgasm.
[The Rooftop Aunt's Stockings]
Summer vacation is here again, so annoying. Although school is tough, there's a girl I like in class, and lots of fun things to do, during summer vacation, some of my good buddies go traveling, some go to relatives' houses, and some just stay at home. It's boring. I have nothing to do, just lazing around at home. Sigh... Today is the same. Nothing to do all day. Reading? Impossible. Watching TV? No fun. I really want to watch porn, but there isn't any. So I just lie in bed thinking about the curves of beautiful women and that mysterious, inviolable virgin territory. "Knock, knock, knock," someone knocks on the door!
I'm too lazy to even open the door. Nobody's home. Sigh, I have to get up and open the door myself. It's Aunt Zhang from the top floor. Because it's hot, she's only wearing a pink tank top and shorts!
Aunt Zhang looked at me and said, "Checking the water meter. Are your parents home?" "Oh, no, I don't know how to read it." "You can check it yourself." "Sigh, I don't know how either." Aunt Zhang said, "It's because your Uncle Wang is away on a business trip for more than a month, otherwise I wouldn't know how to check it!
By the way, I have a little notebook with this written down. Wait a moment, I'll go get it." "Okay," I replied, and then left the door open and went back to wait.
I thought to myself, "Aunt Zhang is so beautiful, and she has a great figure. Although she's over thirty, she still has a lot of charm, and her legs and feet are so beautiful, so lovely." "
Alright, I found it," Aunt Zhang said as she came in. She looked in the kitchen and then at the meter. "Okay, it wasn't difficult," Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "It's 42.9 yuan in total." I looked in my pocket and found a 50-yuan note, which I gave to Aunt Zhang!
"A 50? Really, I can't get change. Come upstairs with me to get it," Aunt Zhang said. "It's okay, you still have to check downstairs anyway, you can bring it down later." I said, "I won't check today, you can come." "Okay." I was wearing shorts and a tank top and followed Aunt Zhang upstairs without changing, but I slipped and almost fell. Aunt Zhang didn't see me and kept walking ahead, so I quickly caught up.
I suddenly realized that Aunt Zhang's back view was really beautiful, which showed off her not-too-big, not-too-small hips, and her well-proportioned calves and feet. She was wearing a pair of mid-heel shoes, which she probably used to wear when going out, but the style was outdated!
But she looked really beautiful in them. I just kept looking at her as I followed her upstairs. When we got to her door on the top floor, I realized that all her shoes were left outside in the hallway. Since it was the top floor, they usually wouldn't be stolen. She had a lot of high heels, so sexy.
She opened the door, tossed her shoes aside, and went inside. I followed. Her daughter was studying at university in Guangdong, and her husband was away on a business trip, leaving her alone.
She was very charming and had made the house very comfortable. She found some change for me in a drawer and invited me to sit for a while. I didn't delay, because I had another plan, a daring one. I was excited; I could… I went downstairs and got home, waiting for night to fall. No one would notice me at night, no one would be around, it was safe, especially on my top floor; no one would mistake me for a thief!
Everyone thought I was a good child and very polite. Slowly, evening came, and my parents called to say they had to work overtime and might not be home. Great! Not only did I have a plan, but fate was also on my side!
10 pm, 12 pm, 2 am—it was midnight. I opened the door and slowly went upstairs to the top floor!
My heart was pounding; I was genuinely scared. What if someone suddenly opened the door? How would I answer? Thankfully, nothing like that happened. I walked all the way to Aunt Zhang's door… I didn't dare turn on the hallway light. In the darkness, I grabbed a pair of high heels and slowly made my way down from the top floor, tiptoeing back to my room
. My heart was racing; I was excited and thrilled! I looked at the red high heels I'd brought back. They had very thin, high heels, a moderate length, and a pointed toe. I placed them on my desk and unconsciously knelt down.
I licked the shoes and heels with my tongue. The feeling was amazing; my penis quickly became erect, pushing against my underwear. As I licked and masturbated, I imagined Aunt Li tormenting me with her beautiful little feet. I even soaked the insoles inside the shoes, and finally licked the soles clean, swallowing all the grime.
Holding those elegant high heels, I was overwhelmed with pleasure. I didn't regret it; that feeling is unforgettable. After tidying up, I secretly put the high heels back outside Aunt Zhang's door, right where they were.
For the next week, I licked all of Aunt Zhang's shoes. That feeling was a sense of belonging. After licking them all, I lost much interest in licking her shoes. I wanted to lick her feet!
Although I was quite familiar with the smell of her feet, I still longed to know if it smelled the same as the inside of her shoes. Suddenly, an idea struck me. That night, I took a lot of chewing gum, chewed it, and didn't throw it away. I threw it outside Aunt Zhang's house.
I smeared the sticky gum inside and on the insoles of every pair of her high heels. I thought, "No matter which pair she wears tomorrow, she'll leave her scent inside. I just need to taste this gum." I was overjoyed, but I still calmly returned home!
The next day, I got up early and went downstairs to see which pair of boots Aunt Zhang was wearing, so I wouldn't have to search too hard that night. A little after 8 a.m., Aunt Zhang went to work wearing a pair of black suede boots!
She even greeted me. I only said, "Aunt Zhang, take care." I thought to myself that I had already accepted Aunt Zhang as my master, and all I wanted to do was lick her feet and let her torture me. All I could do was thank her for the torment she inflicted on me... That evening, I carefully went to her door. I was sure she was home, so I quickly took the boots she had worn that morning off the shoe rack and looked for the chewing gum. Unexpectedly, I couldn't find it in the shoes, only in the insoles.
I painstakingly took some out and quickly put it in my mouth. "So salty, and a little smelly, but this taste is very stimulating." I tasted it while searching, like I was panning for gold, but even if you offered me gold in exchange, I wouldn't trade it.
"Creak," the door opened. Before I could hide, I saw Aunt Zhang with her thin eyebrows raised and her almond-shaped eyes wide open, staring at me.
"Okay," she said, her voice not quiet, but I quickly put my index finger to my lips. "Shh!" Aunt Zhang laughed instead and whispered, "Come in here!" I had no choice; I never expected to be discovered. Once inside, Aunt Zhang said, "I knew someone would shine my shoes, but I didn't know it was you. I didn't pay attention.
Of course, I'm happy to have someone shine my shoes, but today you put chewing gum in my shoes, and it's stuck to my socks!" She didn't seem very angry. "I'm sorry, Aunt Zhang," I said, not knowing what else to say besides apologizing. "It's too late today, and tomorrow is Saturday. Come up, I have something to do," Aunt Zhang's tone left no room for negotiation. "Okay, please don't tell my parents, okay?" I pleaded. "That's up to you," Aunt Zhang said sarcastically.
[Women's Toilet]
Author: Unknown I was born into a very lonely family. My parents divorced when I was eleven! I lived a lonely life, enduring immense psychological pressure! When I was in junior high, because my parents weren't around, perhaps due to a lack of love, I naturally developed a sense of admiration for girls! Okay, let's get back to the main point. I won't go into that anymore!
When I was nineteen, I saw an ad in the newspaper for a teahouse urgently hiring a sanitation worker with a monthly salary of 6.5 yuan plus subsidies. I went to the teahouse to apply, following the address in the newspaper. As soon as I entered, I saw a waitress asking me, "Sir, would you like some tea?" I said I was there to apply for the job. The waitress gave me a mocking look and said, "Come with me!" I followed her into the boss's office. When I entered, I saw a woman around 35 or 36 years old. She was wearing flesh-colored stockings, white high-top leather boots, a white short skirt, and a white top! She looked very elegant, with a well-proportioned figure, about 1.67 meters tall, and very sexy! When we got to her desk, she told me to sit down, saying that if I didn't sit down now, I wouldn't be able to later! I was a little confused by this, so I asked her why she called me a "bastard" and said I had no right to speak from now on! Listen carefully to my instructions regarding your work. We have six servers, one supervisor, one cashier, one greeter, and myself, making a total of ten people! She also mentioned that our teahouse's women's restroom only has one stall, and staff cannot compete with customers for it!i=27>She then led me to a small room upstairs and said, "This is your work room. From now on, you'll be the toilet for all of us female employees!" My legs went numb when I heard that!

She said, "Since you're here, our excrement is your breakfast, lunch, and dinner! Their dormitory is in the room across the street. You'll have to take care of them when they get up at night, and they'll use your stinky mouth to catch it!" Then she handcuffed my hands and feet to a wooden board. Afterwards, she called all the female employees up for a meeting. She told them, "This is our internal toilet!" I lay on the wooden board, completely done for. Ah, maybe this is what it's supposed to be like! As soon as the female boss finished speaking, the girl who had brought me to her office stood above my head, squatted down on either side to test it. She said it was too high, too strenuous. Then the female boss found two mats downstairs, placed them on either side of my head, and told her to try again. She squatted down, her anus only five centimeters from my mouth. She said it was about right, and I was about to defecate! The female boss then told the female employees to return to their posts! The girl stood up, took off her pants, squatted down, took two steps back, and urinated into my mouth through her anus!
Oh my god, this was my first time drinking urine and eating feces. The urine was astringent, smelly, and salty, and it was so hard to drink. After I drank her urine, she stretched forward and put her anus against my mouth. Her anus was contracting and expanding. She told me to open my mouth wider. As soon as I opened my mouth wide, the feces came out. The smell was really smelly, astringent, and bitter, and it was hard to swallow. She told me to swallow it quickly because it was hard to swallow. The second batch came out. She said that since it was my first time eating feces, she was letting me eat it one batch at a time so that I could get used to it. She said that she wouldn't let me eat it one batch at a time next time. She had things to do. Then she ate three more batches. After she finished, she stuffed the toilet paper she used to wipe her anus into my mouth.
Before she could even put her pants back on, the greeter rushed in. She quickly stood above me, pulled down her pants, squatted down, and urinated into my mouth through the opening of her urinal. It was so urgent that I only swallowed a large portion; the rest ran down my face. Her urine wasn't as pungent as the previous one's, but the smell was about the same. After she finished, she stuffed the toilet paper she'd used to wipe the opening into my mouth, put her pants back on, and left! My back was a little sweaty from sleeping, and the urine that had spilled from me while I was drinking the greeter's urine had run down my face onto the wooden floor and then down my back, making it slippery and uncomfortable!
About ten minutes later, the female owner came in with a girl who looked about 16 or 17—her niece! The owner said to her niece, "You just said you wanted to defecate, didn't you? This is the women's restroom inside our teahouse. Don't treat him like a person; just think of him as a toilet. His mouth is the latrine!" After saying that, the female boss stood above me and said, "Watch how your aunt does it!" She then took off her pants, squatted down, and urinated. This time, she drank almost all of it, though a little spilled because of the distance. She told her niece, "That's it, understand?
" and then put her pants back on and left. Her niece was very cute, elegant, and polite. She walked up to me and said very politely, "I've never let anyone eat my own poop before." I said, "It's okay, go ahead!" She shyly took off her pants, gently squatted down, and slowly urinated. Her poop tasted better than theirs, maybe it was just psychological.
After urinating, she spread her buttocks and brought her pale pink anus to my mouth. A stream of yellow poop squeezed out of her anus and slowly entered my mouth. Besides being bitter, astringent, and smelly, her poop also had a slightly sweet taste, perhaps because she liked sweets. After she finished defecating, she smiled and asked me if my poop tasted good. As I swallowed her last piece of poop, I said, "Your poop tastes better than the last lady's." She smiled and then asked where I threw the toilet paper. I said, "Just put it in my mouth!" She gently put the paper in my mouth. After she pulled up her pants, she said, "I'll give you some next time. I'm staying with my aunt for a month!" Then she left.
My stomach felt a little bloated, but luckily it was a busy time at the teahouse, so there weren't many people using the restroom. I rested for over an hour. Later, after I had eaten everyone's poop and pee, I realized that everyone's poop and pee tasted different because everyone's eating habits were different. After working at the teahouse for nine months, I had a high fever for four days and four nights. I was very sick, but they didn't care if I died! I begged the female boss to buy me fever reducers because my head hurt so much! Despite my illness, she said, "Open your stinky mouth! I need to poop!" I had no choice but to open my mouth and let her poop into it. I, who never cries, shed tears! After I finished eating her excrement, I said to her through tears, "I want to quit. I'm a toilet slave, but you all don't care about my life or death when I get sick. You've gone too far! I may be a toilet slave, but I have a life too. I'm not made of ceramic, plastic, or metal!" She angrily said, "Listen to me! You can quit, I won't stop you, but I'll deduct three months' wages!" Because I had an annual salary, she wanted to deduct three months' wages!
She said she approved my resignation, but we needed to find a replacement first! A week later, she brought a new toilet slave and asked me to take care of him for a day as a handover. After saying that, she unlocked the handcuffs and shackles from my wooden board. I couldn't even stand up because I had been sleeping on the board for too long. It took me a while to stand up!
She then handcuffed the new toilet slave to the board again! I went to the bathroom next door and took a hot shower, which felt very comfortable! I even brushed my teeth twice to get rid of the smell of excrement!
Then I went to the room next door! Sister Yuan was squatting on the new toilet slave's latrine, defecating! Sister Yuan was the teahouse manager. She asked me if I still wanted to eat her feces. I said, "I'm not hungry right now!" Then she shoved her first shovelful into the new toilet slave's mouth. The new slave gagged, afraid to spit it out, and forced himself to swallow it. Sister Yuan defecated a few more shovelfuls. She told the new slave, "Swallow it quickly!" Then she said to me, "You're leaving. Could you clean my bottom for me? Consider it a souvenir." I said okay, so I squatted down, and she lifted her bottom, and I licked it clean. She even told me to put her pants back on! After I put her pants back on, she left. I turned back to the new toilet slave, his mouth full of feces, and smiled. I said to him, "You look just like I did the first time I ate feces—it must have been very uncomfortable!" He nodded and said, "It
tastes awful! I feel like throwing up now!" I said, "I felt the same way the first time!"
"You'll get used to it," I said, and then I left. That's the end of the story for now regarding the women's restroom in the teahouse. The next part is about my experience as a toilet slave in Guangdong when I was 21.
I worked as a toilet slave in Guangdong for three and a half months. I couldn't stand the violence and abuse, so I only worked for a little over three months. I only endured mild abuse, including being ridden and humiliated! I left the teahouse and walked down the street, breathing in the fresh air—it felt so good! Suddenly, I smelled the familiar aroma of Chongqing hot pot from my hometown—it smelled so good! I hadn't eaten a single meal in over nine months; for those months, I'd been eating their excrement! There wasn't a drop of oil or meat. I followed the aroma into that hot pot restaurant and had a huge meal! I ate too fast; some things might not have been fully cooked before I started eating, and I had diarrhea for two days. After returning home, I slept soundly for over ten hours straight. That sleep was so good and comfortable. I have many friends at home, but none of them know I've been a toilet slave!
At that time, I didn't know much about SM; I didn't know that toilet slavery was a form of SM! Later, while surfing the internet at an internet cafe, I got a little bored! I typed "human toilet" into a webpage and that's how I learned that "toilet slave" is a form of SM! That's when I slowly began to understand the meaning and content of SM! After learning about SM, my initial online name was: "Queen's Toilet," then I changed it to "Queen's Toilet Slave." Next, it became my current name: SM New Era!
Okay, that's about all I have to say. I remember one time after I came back, I was hanging out with a friend at one of his friends' houses. His friend had a girlfriend who was very cute and had a great figure. She had just moved in with him. Then my friend got a phone call from his mother; his father had returned from Shanghai and wanted him to come home. So he went home, and I stayed at his friend's house. His friend rented a place; it was a communal building, and you had to walk a long way downstairs to use the toilet. Then his friend told me I had to go to the factory that night and wouldn't be back until after 10 pm. After dinner, he went to work! Only his girlfriend and I were left at home, and we sat on the sofa watching TV. Around 8:30 PM, his girlfriend asked me, "Do you know where the restroom is?"
I said, "This is my first time here, I don't know either." I said, "You live here with him, how come you don't know where the toilet is?" She said, "I just moved here at noon today." She frowned and said, "I can't hold it in anymore, what should I do?" I said, "Is it big, small, or big?" She said, "Both big and small!" I thought to myself, "I've eaten poop and pee before." So I said to her, "Like this, I'll be your toilet, you just poop into my mouth!" She said in surprise, "Oh, that might not be good!" I said, "Aren't you in a hurry? It's okay, I can swallow it, and it won't make a mess!" She said shyly, "That's not good!" I said, "It's okay, come on!" She said, "Okay, then how will you eat it?" I lay on the ground and said, "You stand on either side of my head, take off your pants and squat down." After saying that, she stood on either side of my head, shyly took off her pants, took out her sanitary napkin, and squatted down with a blush. When she turned her genitals towards me, I realized she was still a virgin. I opened my mouth, and a stream of golden urine flowed into it. I drank it all in one gulp; it wasn't very smelly. It was my first time drinking a virgin's urine—it tasted delicious!
She stepped forward a few paces, presenting her anus to my mouth. As I swallowed her first clump of feces, she asked, "How does it taste?" I replied, "Not bad!" Then I ate the remaining clumps. She exclaimed, "Oh no! I'm out of toilet paper!" I licked the feces off my lips and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go rinse my mouth and then I'll clean it for you." After rinsing my mouth, I licked the remaining feces off her anus. After cleaning it, she pulled up her pants and said, "Your reaction after eating my feces surprised me. You actually enjoyed it so much, and you didn't feel nauseous at all. I really admire you!" Later, we talked a lot, but I didn't tell her that I had been a toilet slave before. I glanced at the time—9:
50—and said I had to leave; I was going to see another friend. Unexpectedly, she grabbed my hand, and even more unexpectedly, she said, "Will you be my boyfriend?" My face turned even redder than hers! I asked, puzzled, "Don't you already have a boyfriend?" She replied, "I swore to my sisters! Whoever sees my private parts, I will be their woman, regardless of their height, weight, wealth, or poverty. I believe you are a responsible person."
I am a true foot fetishist, having had this for nearly twenty years, from kindergarten to university. At first, it was just a habit to look, so May to September each year became my perfect opportunity to admire women with delicate feet in stockings. But gradually, as the pleasure this fetish brought me grew, I became more than just satisfied with looking. I began to fantasize about picking up and touching every girl's feet I saw, and even roughly squeezing them. I desperately needed a pair of delicate feet in stockings to satisfy my desires when needed. It was under these circumstances that my aunt entered my life.
My second aunt was a bank employee. She always wore a white top and a black skirt, with a pair of alluring pantyhose on her feet—thin, sheer, and irresistible. I went to my maternal grandmother's house every Sunday, and my second aunt usually went too. Her child, my cousin, was studying in another city, and there wasn't much to take care of at home, so she would take a nap at my grandmother's house after lunch. My second aunt also suffered from severe neurasthenia and had to take sleeping pills before bed. Since everyone was sleeping at noon, all of this provided me with the perfect opportunity.
After I discovered this, a wicked thought formed in my mind. What a wonderful opportunity! One day, not long after, I maliciously pushed open the door to my second aunt's bedroom. Good heavens, she hadn't locked the door! What a golden opportunity! I couldn't believe it! Inside, my second aunt lay quietly on the bed, her pantyhose-clad feet exposed to me without any defense. My second aunt's pantyhose-clad feet belonged to me for the first time. I was in junior high school that year.
After that, I enjoyed that intoxicating pleasure almost every week until I went to university. Every Sunday during summer vacation, I could relive that wonderful feeling. Everything was the same as before: the same room, the same pair of stockinged feet, the same two people, the same game. My aunt was still so oblivious, perhaps due to the sleeping pills. In dozens, even hundreds of times, she never woke up.
The most unforgettable thing happened on a Sunday last summer. I went to my grandmother's house, and as expected, my aunt was already there. Her stockinged feet were freed from the constraints of sandals and lay quietly on the bed. My aunt was talking to me (of course, she didn't know what I had done to her, so she was always very kind to me). My attention had already wandered away from our conversation, and my eyes kept glancing at those tender feet that I had touched and played with countless times! After my aunt stopped talking to me, and her gaze left me, I boldly stared intently at her feet. They were still so delicate, tender, and beautiful, just like years ago. Her silk stockings hadn't changed at all. Beneath the sheer stockings, her delicate toes were slightly parted, with natural folds of the stockings at her ankles and insteps. I swallowed hard; my penis was already erect. I anxiously checked my watch, hoping it would be nap time soon! I was so focused on my second aunt's feet that I didn't notice another pair of feet entering my field of vision, until the owner of those feet casually brushed her stockinged feet lightly, and then a clear voice rang out: "Grandma, I'm back." I was startled and looked up, only to find that it was also a pair of incomparable stockinged feet. I couldn't see the lace of the stockings, I could only be sure that they weren't short socks, but I couldn't tell whether they were stockings or pantyhose. Encased in those off-white stockings, those feet were just as captivating. She was my cousin who studied in another city, my second aunt. My aunt's daughter... I was a little confused. Why did she lightly stroke my second aunt's feet just now? Although she tried her best to pretend it was unintentional, I could still tell that she deliberately touched my second aunt's feet. Could it be that my cousin is also a foot fetishist, and her main foot fetish object is the same as mine—my second aunt?
Finally, it was time for my afternoon nap. Everyone went back to their rooms, and my second aunt was, of course, still waiting for me to ravage her in that room. Today, however, she wasn't my only prey. Ever since I saw my cousin's stockinged feet, I've been itching to get them. No wonder they're mother and daughter; their feet are so similar in size and shape!
I wonder if the feel is the same. Coincidentally, I noticed that my two targets went into the same room one after the other. Haha, I'm going to capture them both! Although I was itching to get them, I tried to calm myself down and waited for a while. Today was an opportunity, but also a test, because my cousin doesn't take sleeping pills, so I had to be extra careful today!
I waited for over half an hour, figuring the owners of those two pairs of silk-stockinged, delicate feet were already asleep. So I gently pushed open the door, and the scene inside nearly made me faint with excitement! My aunt was sleeping on the sofa, and my cousin was in bed. I knocked softly, but neither of them responded. My chance had come! I greedily gazed at those two beautiful sleeping feet. My aunt's flesh-colored stockings and my cousin's off-white stockings complemented each other beautifully. I hesitated for a moment, then decided to start with my primary foot fetish for years. So I quietly approached my sleeping aunt, knelt down, and first carefully gazed at those delicate feet that had brought me countless joys over the years. Then, I passionately grasped her feet and gently stroked them, feeling the silky texture of my hands against her feet. As I savored the warmth of her feet, I became intoxicated. I continued to fondle and knead her pantyhose-clad, tender feet, tickling the soles of her stockings with my fingers. This was my absolute favorite sensation; I loved the soft, rustling sound of her feet being tickled, the feeling of my fingernails against the stockings, and especially the reaction of my aunt's feet. Sure enough, her feet reacted. Due to the tingling sensation, her toes curled up, revealing even more pronounced folds in her stockings. I gazed greedily at those exquisite feet, completely mesmerized. As I increased the pressure of my fingers, my aunt's stockinged feet reacted more strongly. Her toes would sometimes curl up, sometimes curl up, and her feet gradually began to avoid my fingers. Based on my years of experience, I knew she wouldn't wake up. My fingers followed her soles like a shadow, and her feet couldn't escape my control no matter what. I enjoyed the wonderful, indescribable feeling of my nails touching her stockinged soles, listening to the rhythmic rustling sound. I couldn't help but press my face against her feet. My aunt was a clean freak; her feet didn't smell at all, just a special scent of stockings, which was exactly the type I liked. As I was gazing intently at and fondling those incredibly tender feet that I had once again ravaged, my cousin, lying on the bed, suddenly turned over. I then realized there was someone else in the room. I looked at her; she was now facing away from me, her white stockinged feet facing me, the soles slightly twitching. Good heavens, were you seducing me? I suppressed my strong urge to pounce and slowly walked towards my cousin on the bed. "Don't blame me, little girl," I thought, as I gently and tentatively touched her foot. She didn't react at all. Haha, fast asleep. I couldn't wait to grasp her stockinged feet. Her warm body heat emanated from the stockings. Not bad, she was indeed young, noticeably more vibrant than my aunt. Only then did I satisfy my curiosity. Looking down her stockinged legs, I noticed she was also wearing a pair of breathtaking pantyhose. The feel of the mother and daughter's stockinged feet was indeed very similar. My cousin's feet were so tender... As I stroked her feet and tickled her soles, I couldn't control my strength. I tickled her soles frantically, and she writhed and rolled around on the bed in pain. She was clearly both itchy and in pain. However, a long time passed, and although she was suffering, she still didn't wake up. I was burning with lust and had long abandoned reason. I admired my cousin's beautiful and innocent face and frantically licked her feet. The increasingly intense desire made me careless about whether it would wake her up. Just as I was gradually losing control of my rising lust, I suddenly heard my aunt make a "hmm" sound. Of course, I knew that this was a sign that my aunt was about to wake up. Good times are always short. Several hours had passed without me realizing it. My aunt was about to wake up. What should I do? But I was at the most crucial moment. I hesitated for a moment. I couldn't bear to leave the mother and daughter's pantyhose and tender feet, so I had no choice but to leave reluctantly and quietly, giving up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
A few days later, something happened that made me realize my choice that day was correct; otherwise, I probably would never have had the chance to get close to those two women with their tender feet in pantyhose. That day, my cousin (the one whose feet I touched) suddenly called and asked me to come to her house. Although I was puzzled, I agreed. Her house was my aunt's house—the house of those two women with their tender feet in pantyhose! My uncle was a taxi driver and rarely home. Was this another opportunity for me? After lunch, I arrived at her house. Of course, I deliberately chose this time. My cousin opened the door for me. The moment I entered, I was captivated by her. A beautiful face, a mature figure, and those tender feet in pantyhose—how could one not be attracted to her? My mind was racing. She was wearing a pale yellow dress and a pair of seemingly new light pink stockings. My eyes were glued to her soft, stockinged feet. A burst of cheerful laughter startled me. "Look at you, you silly thing. Come with me," my cousin said. I was flattered and followed her into the bedroom. The scene there shocked me even more. My aunt was asleep on the bed, fully clothed, dressed as usual. Her flesh-colored stockings were completely exposed, lying loosely on the bed, looking utterly vulnerable. She was indeed asleep! Then something even more unbelievable happened, confirming my long-held suspicions: my cousin was also a foot fetishist, and her primary object of interest was my aunt!
I could hardly believe my eyes. My cousin got into bed and rubbed her delicate feet, clad in light pink pantyhose, against my aunt's flesh-colored pantyhose, from the instep to the calf to the thigh. The friction between her pantyhose-clad feet and my aunt's legs created a beautiful, intoxicating sound. Watching these two pairs of delicate pantyhose-clad feet intertwined, my manhood became incredibly hard! My cousin is also a foot fetishist, and without a doubt, she was teasing me! And she was probably awake the whole time I was touching her feet that day, otherwise how would she know my feelings for my aunt's feet? No wonder she couldn't wake up that day; she was pretending to be asleep from the beginning!
Just then, something even more exciting happened. My cousin picked up my aunt's silk-stockinged feet and began to caress them. Although I had expected this to happen, I was still incredibly excited. My eyes were glued to my aunt's silk-stockinged feet. My cousin would sometimes caress them and sometimes tickle their soles, just like the other day. She was chasing after my aunt's feet and tickling them. I was mesmerized. Then, my cousin bent down, lifted my aunt's feet a little higher, and gently sucked and licked them. I felt a surge of heat spread throughout my body. This was something I had wanted to do for years but had never dared to! My cousin seemed to read my mind. "You're afraid to do it because you're worried my mom will find out, right? Don't worry today, I've given her enough medicine, she won't wake up. It's on me today, you can do whatever you want to me and my mom." I was overjoyed and grabbed my aunt's foot without hesitation, licking it fervently. She didn't wake up, or even react much. Her pantyhose-clad feet were soaked in no time, but I still couldn't bear to let go, licking them over and over again. My indifferent attitude seemed to anger my cousin. Suddenly, her pink-stockinged foot stretched onto my tongue, teasing me. I had no choice but to put down my aunt's foot and start playing with my cousin's. My cousin scolded me, "Aren't you grateful? Are my feet really inferior to a forty-year-old woman's?" Her words piqued my curiosity. How did her foot fetish begin? My cousin hesitated for a moment, but still answered me truthfully. It turned out that when she was very young, she accidentally saw her uncle playing with and torturing her aunt's stockinged feet. She couldn't help but feel curious, so while her aunt was asleep, she imitated her uncle and touched her aunt's stockinged feet. From then on, she could never get rid of the temptation of this feeling. She touched her aunt's feet many times and became a complete foot fetishist. Her methods gradually developed from simple touching to tickling the soles of the feet, licking the feet, and so on. She also admitted that she was pretending to be asleep that day and told me that she originally wanted to touch her feet, but I beat her to it. However, she enjoyed the even more wonderful feeling of being touched on the feet. As I listened, I stroked my cousin's stockinged feet and tickled her soles. Watching her perfectly coordinated movements, I asked, "How many times have your feet been touched?" My cousin chuckled, "You're quite the expert, knowing my feet aren't new to being touched. I've lost count of how many times I've been touched. Back in school, many boys did this to me, but none were as skilled as you. It felt so good, even though it was ticklish, it was a real pleasure!" And so I spent an unforgettable afternoon. Before leaving, I removed the mother and daughter's stockings—they were priceless! In the days that followed, these two pairs of stockings became my primary targets for venting. Whenever I saw them, I thought of their owner's alluring feet and that wonderful afternoon. Of course, with my cousin's help, I experienced the same thing many more times, and my aunt never questioned the whereabouts of the stockings that had disappeared while she was sleeping. My second aunt, my cousin, I will never forget your tender feet in pantyhose.

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