[Stockings were invented solely to attract more semen]

The creation of stockings was solely to lure more semen.
I'm a girl who loves wearing stockings, and seeing so many men adore stocking-clad legs, I wanted to
share my story. Perhaps after reading this, you'll think I'm a slutty woman, but I don't care.
I'm still a virgin. I like girls, and I want to find a girl who likes stockings to be my partner
. As for men, I just enjoy playing with their penises and watching them ejaculate because of me;
it gives me a feeling similar to a successful prank, and it makes me very happy.
My descriptions of sex in this article might seem too simplistic, but after all, this isn't
a novel; it's just a recounting of my own story. It's impossible to specifically recall and describe the details; the main point is
to write my story, and you can imagine the specific details yourself.
My mother went abroad to work when I was in elementary school, only returning for short periods each year. My father
is a doctor, with a good personality and very devoted, so there was no risk of our family breaking up. This
created a very good living environment for me. I have my own room, which is beautifully decorated. My mom always
brought me back lots of pretty clothes from abroad, especially stockings. So, I've loved
the feel of stockings against my skin since I was little.
When I was in kindergarten, the boys' and girls' toilets weren't separated. So, when I went to the toilet, I often saw
boys using it too. I was always bothered by the difference between their lower bodies and mine. But when there were many people around, I
didn't dare ask. One time, it was my turn to clean with a boy. After school in the afternoon, the teacher had something to do and told us
to clean on our own. There was no one else around. I saw him go to the toilet and followed him. When he started urinating
, I stood next to him watching, and he seemed a little shy.
I asked if I could touch it. He said yes. So, after he finished urinating, I touched his penis.
I felt it was a little hard. It was quite fun. But that was all at the time. Later, in elementary school
, the boys' and girls' toilets were separated, and I was too afraid to go to the boys' toilet. So, I didn't really
experience anything related to sex in elementary school. However, computers started to appear then, and my parents bought one for our home. Our
generation is born with a knack for computers. Before long, though my dad didn't know, I'd found a lot of pornographic websites
. However, I was still a diligent student in elementary school and got into a good middle school.
My sexual happiness started by chance, in my second year of middle school. One day during PE class
, I accidentally sprained my arm. That evening, I told my dad I wanted him to help me take a bath. He did
n't seem to notice anything unusual. Since it was summer, he was only wearing beach shorts, shirtless, as
he bathed me. While washing me, he naturally applied shower gel, which gave him the opportunity to fondle
my already developing breasts. I also asked him to wash my lower body, and after a while, I noticed a bulge in his shorts
. So I asked, "Dad, what's in your pants?" He smiled awkwardly and said
nothing. I persisted, telling him to let me see. He absolutely refused. I cried and made a scene. Finally, he had no
choice but to tell me, "You can't tell anyone!" I agreed. Then he took off his pants. I saw
an erect penis for the first time. My dad told me some things about male sex. I asked him, "Can I touch it?"
He initially disagreed, but I knew he couldn't possibly be uninterested looking at my beautiful, naked body
. Finally, he agreed. I reached out and grasped his penis, slowly stroking it up and down. He took a deep breath,
looking like he was enjoying it. But after a short while, he regained his senses and rationally said it was okay. Of
course, I didn't want to miss this hard-won opportunity, so I vigorously rubbed his penis. Then I heard him say he couldn't anymore,
and his body jerked backward. I clearly saw a stream of white liquid spurt from his glans
, splashing onto my face and body. It was my first time touching a man's semen, and I noticed a faint fishy smell, but
I didn't dislike it. My dad kept apologizing. He quickly put on his pants, helped me shower, dry me off, and get dressed
. For the next few days, my dad was always very embarrassed around me.
I didn't want things to continue like this. So I used the family computer to search for a lot of information about sex online. The more I looked at
men's penises, the more I found them amusing. However, I also began to realize that I was a lesbian. Of course,
this self-narration mainly focuses on how I manipulate men, so I won't go into details about my girlfriend. As my
understanding of sex deepened, I understood why my stockings sometimes had white spots –
they were traces of my father's semen left from masturbating with them. I observed
my father discreetly for a while. I discovered that often after I showered, he would masturbate with my stockings and underwear while showering
. This excited me greatly. Every night, I constantly imagined these lewd scenes and my father's penis.
However, at that time, I didn't know how to masturbate. Finally, one night, after my father finished showering, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and
took out my stockings before he put his clothes in the washing machine. Sure enough, there were still traces and smells of semen on them
. I went to the living room, where my father was. Seeing what I was holding, he shuddered. I
got straight to the point. Finally, Dad admitted that he had been using my clothes to fantasize about my body to masturbate and
release his unfulfilled desires. I gently told him I understood. He apologized many times. I told
him not to feel guilty, that it was a normal phenomenon for men. Then I asked, "Can I relieve
your desires instead of Mom?" Dad was shocked and immediately and firmly objected.
Actually, I knew that the reason Mom could go out without worry was because Dad was a principled person who
wouldn't do anything reckless. I liked that about him too. So I further told him that I actually had a very strong
curiosity about sex, and if possible, I wanted to learn about sex while engaging in sexual games.
If I couldn't find a proper place to release my pent-up desires, I might play with other boys. Dad panicked and didn't
know what to do. So I said, "How about this, I'll help you ejaculate every day, and you let me play with your penis and
teach me about sex, okay?" I told him I had a bottom line and wouldn't agree to him taking my virginity, but we could...
I wanted to use my hands or other methods. I also hoped my dad could guide me. Finally, my dad agreed to try it temporarily.
I was so happy and said, "Let's do it now!" Besides, my dad's genitals were already erect, waiting for me. That
night, it was my first time giving oral sex. Because I said I wanted to try something different, my dad had to tell me about oral sex
. Although I had seen it online before, I still thought it was quite fun. When my dad's penis
went in and out of my mouth, I felt so excited. After a while, I spat out my dad's penis and asked, "
Can you ejaculate in my mouth this time? I want to taste the semen."
My dad hugged me tightly and said, "I love you so much, my good daughter. I'll
satisfy whatever you want." So I took my dad's penis into my mouth again and started stroking it. Finally, I felt the glans swell up again
, and then a slippery, slightly salty liquid entered my mouth. I spat out the penis, smacked my
lips, and swallowed the semen in front of my dad. Although it didn't taste good, for some reason, I
didn't dislike it at all.
For the next week, my dad and I kept changing methods. Every morning, he wanted me to help him ejaculate
before he got up for work. He also gave me the websites on his computer. In my free time, I browsed all
sorts of pornographic websites and downloaded some AVs to watch. I really envied those AV actresses; they could
play with so many people and make so many men ejaculate because of them. At night, I couldn't wait to play with my dad's penis and try
all sorts of sexual things.
A week later, my dad and I talked again. He abandoned his previous bottom line and agreed to
guide me in sexual matters. I told him that as long as it wasn't penetrated into my vagina and didn't cause any harm to my body through SM,
I wanted to try anything else. At the same time, my dad and I decided to basically not wear clothes at home. I only wore pantyhose or
stockings, which was what my dad wanted. He told me he was a foot fetishist and a stocking fetishist, and that women's stockings
could greatly excite him. From then until I graduated from junior high and entered high school, I
grew up under my father's loving care. Whenever we had a good idea, we would record it on video as a keepsake
.
During this time, I slept in the same bed as my father. Every morning, he would wait until I sucked his penis
and ejaculated in my mouth before getting up, and then he would urinate in my mouth. He would also drink the urine I had stored up
overnight, pressing his mouth against my genitals. I realized this was a way for men to declare their possession of women. After
breakfast, we would go to work or school separately. When I came home in the evening, I would eagerly take off all my clothes, leaving only my stockings.
When my father came home, he would take off all his clothes, his large penis dangling in front of me. After
we finished eating, when I went to wash the dishes, my father would often rub his penis against my stockinged
buttocks or thighs from behind, massaging my breasts and clitoris. Then we would shower together. During this time,
he would massage my breasts and face with his penis, and I would help him wash his genitals. Sometimes Dad couldn't help but ejaculate,
and I would use the semen to wash my hair. Dad would also use his hands or mouth to help me achieve a more pleasurable feeling. Then we would
go back to our rooms. I would do my homework, and Dad would do other things. Then we would cuddle and sleep, and Dad would put his penis
between my legs or put on my used stockings.
Every weekend, Dad would always make me wear sexy stockings and give him a fuck, and then he would ejaculate on my
legs. We also watched AVs together and learned all sorts of positions. So at that time, except for the
fact that I was still a virgin, my body was defiled by penises and semen.
On the night of celebrating my first day of high school, Dad and I tried anal sex. We
soaked together in the bathroom for a while to relax. Then Dad applied Vaseline to his penis and slowly
applied a little to my anus with his fingers. I held onto the windowsill, and Dad slowly inserted his penis into my anus from behind.
It hurt so much! But in order to complete all sorts of sexual acts, I tried my best to endure it.
Unlike in novels, there was no orgasm; for over ten minutes, I only felt pain. However, Dad said it was indeed
very tight, and he ejaculated inside my rectum, which was what I requested. Thus, besides my vagina, Dad
possessed every other part of my body. I'll save my vagina for the girl in stockings I like later. This was also my
only experience with anal sex, because I know it's very bad for a woman's body, so I won't do it again. This
was merely an experiment to try out different sexual positions.
Later, in high school, my body was fully developed. Looking at my mature and perfectly
formed body, I was incredibly happy. I wanted to become a beautiful woman who could manipulate men, making them
lose their minds and die from exhaustion (hehe, that's a bit of an exaggeration). That would be truly satisfying! Of course, I
wasn't satisfied with just playing with Dad. I wanted to play with more penises. So, my target naturally shifted
to the boys and teachers at school. Fortunately, before that, I discovered my
pleasure on the bus.
I took the bus to and from school. Of course, it was always during rush hour. I was always squeezed into the crowd. But
gradually, perhaps people's thoughts became less innocent, there were men on the bus who groped women. Actually, I
hoped to encounter such a person. Of course, there are many novels depicting such scenes. Every time I read one, I fantasized about
having such a good thing happen to me. So I insisted on not wearing underwear to school, only flesh-colored pantyhose. My skirt couldn't be too
short, because I had to consider the school, so I usually wore a knee-length skirt.
But I still preferred sneakers, they were comfortable to walk in and didn't easily cause calluses, I wanted to protect my beautiful feet.
After waiting for more than a month, such a good thing finally happened. One day on my way to school, as usual
, I squeezed into the group of younger and more handsome men on the bus, and then slowly waited. Suddenly,
I felt someone touch my buttocks. I was secretly happy, but pretended not to notice, but
I looked over slightly. Fortunately, it was a rather handsome boy who looked like a college student.
Although I didn't mind helping men ejaculate, I still hoped that he was good-looking. I had no interest in ugly guys
; I only felt a sense of accomplishment when a handsome guy fell from grace. So I decided to give him a little encouragement. Taking advantage of the car
braking, I deliberately pressed my hips against his lower body. Sure enough, I felt him get hard.
I was so happy; it was an affirmation of my own charm. Soon, his hand started touching my
butt again, and I wiggled while actually matching his movements. He probably noticed and began to
move on to the next step with more confidence. He slowly lifted my skirt and felt my pantyhose. I could feel
his surprise at this. Then, when he realized I wasn't wearing underwear, his breathing suddenly became heavy,
and I felt him pull out his penis and press it against my thigh. Although I wanted to guide
him, I decided to let him have his way for now. Finally, he thrust his penis between my legs, and then one
hand slipped under my clothes and began to knead my breasts. So stimulating. I felt
a heat in my lower body, and my breasts were being stimulated—it felt so good. After a while, I felt his penis
trembling in my genitals, and at the same time, I felt my pantyhose getting wet. I knew he had ejaculated. After he finished getting ready,
I turned around and whispered in his ear, "Feels good, doesn't it? It's okay, I'm happy to help you cum."
Then I got off at my stop, and he followed. I knew he wanted things to take further. I clearly
told him that a relationship like his was impossible. However, I wouldn't object if it was just for fun on the train.
He was happy to hear that.
For a long time afterward, he made sure to take the same train as me. We came up with an easy method: during that
time, I wore skirts with a zipper in the back. Every time we played, I just had to unzip the skirt, and he
could easily insert his penis between my legs. After each time, the semen on my inner thighs made
me very excited. Occasionally, we would make plans to go shopping on weekends, but it wasn't a romantic relationship; I just wanted some exciting
experiences. He would buy me clothes and stockings, and I didn't ask for anything more. He would also treat me to
meals or movies. When I had the chance, I would give him oral sex and drink his semen. He always said he wanted to
marry me, but I told him it was impossible. I'm a lesbin, just playing around, and I only like making men ejaculate because of me
.
Of course, I was also actively looking for people to play with at school. Our English teacher was
a handsome young man who had just graduated from the foreign language institute. He often played basketball with us boys, and I
knew he liked looking at my legs. So I thought maybe I'd have a chance to play with the teacher.
One Friday afternoon, school ended early. I was the English class representative and went to the English teacher's office to help him grade papers.
As usual, I wasn't wearing underwear, and because I was looking forward to new progress, I had changed out of the stockings that had been used that morning
and put on more conspicuous black stockings. There were only the two of us in the office. I sat
opposite the teacher with my back to the door. After a while, I heard a slight zipper sound, and I knew immediately that the teacher had quietly
taken out his penis. I glanced over, and the teacher wasn't sitting upright grading papers, but leaning back in his chair. I knew
that from this angle, he could see my legs in stockings. So I deliberately kicked off one shoe, raising my
bare, stockinged foot and swinging it back and forth. I could see the teacher's left hand was stroking his penis.
To do this in such a sacred place as the school, in front of his own student, without any regard for morality, felt incredibly bold and
exciting, and I was also pleased with my own allure. The table wasn't wide; if I slightly straightened my leg,
it would only be a few centimeters from the teacher's engorged glans. Just when I felt the time was right, I casually
straightened my leg. Sure enough, the teacher couldn't withstand such intense stimulation, and his semen gushed
out. Large drops of milky white semen landed on my calf; it was impossible not to feel it. The teacher
panicked. I could have pretended not to notice, but my goal today was to turn the teacher into my plaything
, so I immediately pulled my leg back, looked at it, and asked, "Teacher, what happened?"
The teacher's face turned bright red, and he stammered. I seized the opportunity and said, "Teacher, I've noticed you keep looking at my legs, why is
that?" The teacher was still at a loss. I asked further, "Does Teacher like my stockinged feet?" "Yes,
" he finally answered. So I told him, "I like Teacher very much too, but we can't do it. If
Teacher can promise not to touch me, and I can decide, I can play with Teacher, but Teacher, you have to
love me very much." The teacher couldn't believe it at first, but when he found out it was true, he was overjoyed
. Impatiently, he asked directly, "Can I play again today?" So after he locked the office door,
I sat next to him, took off my shoes, and put them in his lap. He excitedly kissed my feet, then pulled
one of my feet to massage his penis. Because I had done it many times with my father before, I skillfully teased
his penis. After a while, the teacher stood up, put my feet together, and began
to thrust like a vagina. Finally, after a burst of intense friction, a stream of semen shot out from the glans between my feet.
I knew he would ejaculate on me in that position, but I didn't avoid it. It wouldn't
be too noticeable on my white jacket, and I wanted the teacher to see such a lewd scene to further stimulate him. Then, I
deliberately squatted in front of him, and unexpectedly took his already limp penis into my mouth, grinning
, "You're done already? I want to play a little longer!" The teacher immediately perked up again, and I felt his penis
quickly grow larger and harder in my mouth. So I started giving him oral sex; I wanted to taste what his semen was like
. A few minutes later, the teacher ejaculated in my mouth. We cleaned up, ending our first
time.
After that, until the college entrance exam in my senior year of high school, I went to his place every Saturday afternoon for English tutoring. Although there were
many other students tutoring with him, I got in for free. After each session, I would pretend to have questions
and stay to help the teacher ejaculate once or twice. I usually wore clothes that were easy to take off. The teacher also
liked people with stockings and beautiful legs. He liked to have me wear only pantyhose, and then insert his penis into
the base of my thighs on the bed, thrusting in and out like during sex. Sometimes we also tried breast sex. By then, I had developed quite well, and
because my breasts were constantly massaged, I had a C-cup.
The teacher would often ejaculate on my breasts and then smear his semen evenly on them.
Besides the teacher, I discovered that there was another guy in my class who fantasized about my legs in stockings. He was in
the same group next to me, sitting in the fourth row just like me. I noticed he always seemed to be glancing at my legs, intentionally or unintentionally.
Since he was good-looking and academically gifted, I also wanted to make him my toy.
One Friday after class, I went home and realized I'd forgotten some textbooks at school, so I had to go back to get them.
Luckily, it wasn't far from home. Instead of going to the gatehouse for the key, I thought I could just go in. Sometimes
there were students studying in the classrooms, and boys would play basketball late into the night, but that day it was a bit rainy, so
there weren't many people in the school building. When I got to the back door of the classroom, I looked through the window first, and that's when the real show began.
I saw him standing in front of my desk, holding my water bottle, the kind with a wide opening like a juice
bottle, the opaque kind. Now, his penis was going in and out of the bottle opening. He was raping my bottle
while calling my name. Finally, he ejaculated all over my bottle. I thought for a moment, then retreated to the stairwell
, pretending to have just arrived. I knocked on the classroom door and asked, "Is anyone home?" He opened the door, and
his face immediately flushed when he saw it was me. I deliberately asked, "What's wrong? Why is your face so red?" He quickly said it was because he had just finished playing
ball and felt too hot. While chatting with him, I took out my books and then deliberately took out my water bottle to drink. He immediately became nervous
and hesitated. In front of him, I drank the whole bottle, including the "
nutritional supplement" it had ejaculated inside. He stared in disbelief. I deliberately said, "Why are you staring at me like that? Do you like me?"
He stammered, unsure how to answer.
After that day, I deliberately left a pair of shoes and some stockings on the desk at school to lure him in.
Sure enough, soon after, he was always the last to go home, and needless to say, I always found some marks on my stockings the next day
. Great! Finally, one Friday evening, I decided to catch him red-handed and force him to become
my toy.
When it was just the two of us left, I pretended to go home, but secretly unlocked the back door.
A few minutes later, I quietly went to the back door, and as expected, she had already started: I saw her take out
the stockings I had left behind and slowly wrap them around his erect penis, one by one, while she held the other in her hand and kissed it passionately,
her other hand constantly stroking it. I watched and touched my own private parts, enjoying the stimulation before me. When I felt it was about time
, I suddenly pushed open the back door, and he froze. Because of the stimulation, he started to ejaculate right in
front of me, with my stockings on his penis and another one in his hand.
I pretended to be very angry and asked him what he wanted. "I'm going to report him to the school and expel him!" He
panicked when he heard this and didn't know what to do. After a period of silence, he begged me not to tell anyone, saying he would do
anything I asked. I asked, "Okay, tell me why you want to do this?" He immediately
told me everything about his feelings for me, his fantasies about girls' beautiful legs, and his interest in stockings. After he finished speaking, I waved the MP3 player in my hand
, telling him I had recorded it, and this was the evidence! He immediately felt despair. I seized the opportunity and said,
"As long as you listen to me from now on and don't tell anyone, I'll do whatever I ask!" He hurriedly agreed.
So I said, "Take off your pants and sit on the ground!" He wanted to object, but seeing my eyes, he had no choice but
to comply. I said, "Since you like it so much, I'll reward you." I took off one shoe and
gently stepped my foot, clad in cute pink stockings, onto his penis. He looked at me in surprise, and his penis quickly grew
larger. My foot skillfully played with his lower body, and soon, lacking experience, he ejaculated again, my entire
foot covered in semen. He hurriedly said, "I'm sorry!"
I told him I was going to punish him by forcing him to masturbate in front of me. But perhaps due to nervousness, he
didn't ejaculate after half an hour. I grew impatient and grabbed his penis from behind, using all my techniques.
Finally, after two minutes, he ejaculated. I felt it was enough, so I took off my stockings and gave them to him, ordering him to
put them on his penis and not take them off even when he got home, except when showering.
After that, I would play with his penis for a while every day after school, and I had to see him ejaculate three times each time.
However, I couldn't show him my lewd side, so I always used a footjob. This only
showed that I liked to play with men, or perhaps I had some sadistic tendencies. He also seemed to gradually develop masochistic
tendencies; the more intense I was with him, the more exciting he felt. Later, we gradually changed it to twice a day, mainly
because he could last longer each time, and three times was too time-consuming. Meanwhile, every day I would make him put my stockings
on his penis and take them home. Most nights before bed, he would come again, then wash and dry them before returning them to me the next day.
It was very exciting.
After graduation, when we met again, without the constraints of school, I told him that as a reward for his performance over the past two years,
I could give him oral sex to make him feel good. He was incredibly moved. That day, he specially booked a
hotel room, and we spent the afternoon there. His penis went in and out of my mouth, and I don't know how many
times he ejaculated, which I swallowed. When it was time to leave, he told me that he had always loved me. I clearly told
him it was impossible and left. However, we still kept in touch on QQ afterwards. I know he never had a girlfriend
, apparently because many girls couldn't understand his foot fetish.
During the summer vacation of my first year of high school, my younger brother stayed with me for a month. My brother is 176cm tall, likes fitness but is
a bit introverted, and is also very handsome. When he was little, he would say things like he wanted to marry me when he grew up
. Although I've always wanted to play with his penis, I know that would only cause problems between relatives, so
I can't be too obvious. After all, unlike me and my dad, no one would know behind closed doors.
Besides, given my brother's personality, he wouldn't actively ask me to do fun things. So I came up with a
plan: every day during the day, I deliberately play games that require physical activity with him, or simply drag him running or
swimming. This means he has to shower. Every time I exercise, I wear sexy stockings. I always shower first,
leaving my underwear and stockings in a very conspicuous place in the bathroom to entice him. After showering, I dress very lightly
, sometimes even without underwear, just wearing a t-shirt and pacing around in front of him, making him unsure where to look.
I let him go. Then I made him take a shower. The first two times were fine, but then I discovered he started
masturbating with my underwear and stockings. However, he didn't dare ejaculate on them. A few days later, he went to take a shower as usual, but
I had drawn the shower curtain beforehand, meaning he would have nowhere to hide if I went in.
When he was halfway through his shower, I pretended to have a stomachache and asked him to open the door to use the toilet. He couldn't resist my coaxing and had to open the door, but he was
wrapped in a towel, so his attempt failed. So I had to try another method. I deliberately forgot to bring my underwear and asked him
to bring it for me. I specially chose a set of pink lace underwear to provoke this little virgin. When he knocked on the door to ask me to get
it, I said I was drying my hair and asked him to come in and put it on the hanger. But I didn't close the shower curtain!
As soon as he came in, he saw my sexy figure and firm breasts, and his face turned bright red. I deliberately said coquettishly,
"What are you looking at, you little pervert!" My brother immediately went out. The rest of the time, I didn't wear underwear at all; not
wearing panties was inappropriate, so I just let it go. Then I would often deliberately expose myself to my younger brother. I knew he needed
to relieve himself several times a day in the toilet using my clothes. Later, I told my dad I wanted to play with my brother's penis and
taste his semen. My dad agreed and bought me sleeping pills. One noon, I secretly
added sleeping pills to my brother's lunch, and he fell asleep soon after. I twisted him hard, but there was no reaction. So
I pulled down his pants, took out his penis, and started stroking it. I applied some lubricant to my hand and kept
playing with my brother's penis. Soon, his penis stood erect, measuring about 15cm, which
was okay. Then I started giving him oral sex until he ejaculated completely into my mouth, which tasted even fishier than my dad's semen.
Then, before he woke up, I greedily did it again.
But I also hoped he would take the initiative this time, so that he would always remember his sister and completely fall into
the vortex of sex. So I asked my dad to buy some drugs that increase male libido, and I added them to my brother's milk during breakfast
. Dad went to work. He set up the video camera for me, planning to watch it when he got back that night. To
further stimulate my brother's libido and make him do something wrong, I wore a pink tight-fitting t-shirt that day,
without a bra or underwear, just a white skirt and pink
fishnet stockings, looking extremely sexy. About an hour after breakfast, I noticed my brother's penis started to get erect.
After Dad went to work, I started planning to see how my brother would release his pent-up desire. I wouldn't take him
out today, so he wouldn't have to shower.
I didn't want him to release his desire on my clothes. I came up with a good game
for my brother and me. The rules were that one person would be blindfolded, and the other would give them some items. They would
first try to identify the items by touch with their feet, and if they couldn't guess, they would use their hands, and if that didn't work, they would use their mouth. If they couldn't guess anything,
they would lose. I had initially intended to suggest that the loser take off a piece of clothing, but then I thought I shouldn't be too proactive to
avoid arousing suspicion. I suggested it to my younger brother, but ultimately, the little guy didn't have the courage. Finally,
when it was my turn to guess, my feet, encased in pink fishnet stockings, touched a hot, hard penis.
Even though I was blindfolded, I could imagine my brother's lewd posture. Having had
experience with footjobs with my father, my feet skillfully teased my brother's penis. My brother breathed heavily in pleasure. I pretended
not to know what it was, but continued to work on it with my feet. My brother's penis finally gave out, and he said,
"Try touching it with your hand," as he temporarily removed his feet. I knew he had ejaculated once. But because my brother was young
and the aphrodisiac was still in effect, his penis didn't soften much. Then I felt him move his whole body beside me
, pulling my hand to his penis. I slowly stroked it with my hand. However, fearing exposure, he wouldn't
let my hand touch his testicles, so I couldn't further manipulate his genitals. But using
the pre-ejaculate from his urethra as lubrication, along with my soft hands, I quickly felt him about to ejaculate again.
My brother instinctively tried to pull away, but I held onto his penis. Saying, "I'm almost there," I
quickened my pace, going all the way in with each thrust. Suddenly, his penis stiffened for a moment, then began to throb. Taking advantage of
this opportunity, I leaned in. Saying, "Hands won't work, I'll try with my mouth," I took his still-
ejaculating penis into my mouth and sucked continuously. Feeling it was about time, I innocently asked, "Is it
a rubber tube with water added?" Now, whenever I think about it, I can't help but laugh. After saying that, I started to take off
my blindfold, and my brother quickly pulled his still-throbbing penis back into his pants. That's how the morning ended. But
this was somewhat of my own initiative.
After lunch, having added aphrodisiac to his food (of course), I made an excuse to take a nap and went back to
my room. However, I didn't close the door completely, leaving it ajar. Then, as I "slept"
and turned over, my sexy, panty-free genitals were exposed. Sure enough, my brother pretended to knock
and then came in. He brought his head close to my lower body, looking closely.
Then he gently touched my labia with his hand. He didn't penetrate. That wouldn't satisfy his penis.
My brother stood at the foot of the bed, positioned perfectly around my stockinged feet. He pressed his penis against my feet and gently
rubbed it. After a long while, my brother, emboldened, stood beside me. Just by smell and sound, I
knew his penis was right next to my face. My brother whispered, "Sister, you're so beautiful, so sexy,
I love you so much," while masturbating in front of my beautiful face. Finally, this time he boldly ejaculated directly onto
my face. Now, I can't wake up now. My face is covered in slippery semen. A little while later, my
brother brought a warm towel and wiped it off for me; he was quite gentle. So I decided it was about time to get up. I
pretended to be about to wake up, and my brother slipped out of my room. But he didn't seem to have enough, so I deliberately
said, "Go get me a glass of milk." Through my bedroom door, I could see into the kitchen, and sure enough, as he
agreed, he ejaculated again into my glass, then mixed the semen with the milk. When he brought it
to me, I was so happy. My brother finally knew how to defile the girl he liked. I...
He drank every last drop of the milk and his semen, even saying it tasted good.
For the last two days, my brother tried everything to get me to drink his semen a few more times, and each time I pretended to be oblivious and
accepted it all. I even teased him, saying, "Am I pretty? Would you like me to be your wife?" Every time, my brother
would blush. Later I learned that since that summer, my brother had truly fallen in love with me and had lost interest in other
girls. Once, by chance, I went to his house, and when he wasn't there, I secretly read his
diary. It was full of his longing and affection for me, as well as many sexual fantasies about me. I was so happy. Of course,
after that, whenever he had the chance, he would try to get me to drink his semen or ejaculate on my clothes. Okay,
that's the end of my brother's story for now.
As for the college student I met on the bus, we only hung out for a year before he graduated and went to another
city. We lost contact. But unexpectedly, what we did on the bus was
seen by a group of middle school boys. There were four of them. At first, I didn't know, but the result wasn't bad.
By then, the college student had been gone for a while. The four of them had probably observed for a long time and felt there wouldn't
be any problems, so they started to act. One Saturday, although school wasn't in session, I
usually went to the library. Actually, I'm a good student; I spend most of my time studying. At home, I
sometimes think about sex, but I can concentrate well in the library. Okay, back to the previous topic. I
took the bus to the library as usual. Traffic is always congested at this time, so I wasn't in a hurry. By
the time I realized it, I was surrounded by four middle school-aged boys. All four were good-looking, so I had a psychological
advantage; being played with by them was fine.
One of them, facing me, said, "Um, sister…" I deliberately said, "What's up,
handsome young man?" They all immediately blushed. Now my psychological advantage was even more obvious.
However, it was my first time playing with so many people, and I felt a little excited and my heart was racing. I continued to provoke them further
: "So what do you want from me?" After stammering for a while, I realized they had seen me
playing with that college student in my car. So I pretended not to know and asked, "What game?" They hesitated
for a while before finally saying, "It's that one where they play with a penis..." I then asked directly,
"You want to play too?" All four of them fell silent. I deliberately said, "Oh, you don't want to play? Never mind then, I
was actually thinking of playing a little something." Hearing this, they quickly said, "No, no, we want to play, but we don't know
how to say it, this..." I laughed so hard watching the four big boys blush. So I said, "
Just imitate whatever you see, don't be so nervous." (I know that if you're nervous, you won't get an erection, and that
won't be fun.) So the four of them slowly started to move. I think men might have psychological barriers to playing sex games in front of others
, but they were too shy to approach me alone, so I took the initiative. I reached for the boy
's crotch and found the zipper on his jeans. I unzipped it; he seemed restrained, but his eyes held
a yearning look. I tried to pull out his penis, but his pants were on, and he was already fully
erect, so it took me a while to get it out. I stroked it up and down with my hand, rubbing the glans against my skirt
. The other three finally let go and pulled out their penises. The one behind me pressed his penis against my
buttocks and rubbed it hard, while the two on either side pressed against my body. One of them boldly pulled my other
hand to his penis. I smiled slightly at him, and he blushed. Being pressed so tightly against me gave me
a strange pleasure. However, being inexperienced, they soon ejaculated, all over my skirt
. I was wearing a blue midi skirt that day, so it was quite noticeable. One of the boys was more
attentive and quickly took out a napkin to help me wipe it. Seeing this, the others quickly followed suit, and although traces were still visible, it
was much better. Perhaps feeling guilty, they decided to get off the bus. Before getting off, the more attentive
boy leaned close to my ear and said, "I'm sorry, thank you." I was quite touched, suddenly feeling an obligation to help
boys who couldn't find a place to ejaculate, to give them a pleasant memory of their adolescence; my body could
be lent to them.
After that, until I went to university, I would occasionally run into them on the bus. It wasn't always all four of them together,
but we always had a lot of fun. They even invited me to their homes, but I didn't agree.
I wouldn't be raped on the bus, but at their homes, things might be
different. I also told them I was still a virgin, which surprised them. So I explained my thinking to them, telling them I didn't mind playing around with boys, except for
sex related to virginity; I didn't mind anything else, since it wasn't considered intercourse, and that way I would still be chaste.
And my future partner will be a woman like me. I'm lesbian, and I can have some fun with guys
, but I can't lose something important. Some people understand, some don't, and some think I'm pretending to be innocent, but I don't care. I also like seeing guys ejaculate because of me, yet 　　feel frustrated and frantic because
they can't actually have my body ; that gives me a great sense of accomplishment. 　　My college entrance exams went smoothly, and I got into a good key university. Because I grew up in a family of doctors 　　, I studied biology, a related field. My dad and I planned to celebrate. 　　When he asked how we wanted to celebrate, I told him I wanted to take a bath with his semen. But we both knew that one person ejaculating wasn't enough; 　　we needed to find someone else. My dad didn't know what to do, so I said I had a few friends who could help. Upon 　　hearing this, my dad's face immediately changed, and he asked what was going on. So I told him about what happened with the teacher and in the car. I also 　　told him I hadn't lost my virginity; it was just for fun. My dad was still very suspicious. I had no choice but to take off the only 　　pink lace pantyhose I was wearing, spread my legs on the sofa, and use my hands to part my labia, saying, "Daddy, 　　can you check?" Daddy carefully checked, and indeed, my hymen was intact, finally letting out a sigh of relief 　　. His touch made me itchy too, and looking at Daddy's equally erect penis, a thought suddenly 　　popped into my head. I said, "How about Daddy inserts his penis a little further in? Ejaculate outside the hymen?"

"That means you've got all of me, how about it?" Dad thought for a moment, then walked towards me with his penis in
his hand. He said to blow on it first. So I masturbated while giving Dad oral sex. When it was almost time,
Dad pulled out his penis, put my legs on his shoulders, guided his penis to my tender opening, and gently inserted it.
When we felt it reach my hymen, he stopped and then gently thrust in and out. My labia felt
so good from the friction, and a lot of vaginal fluid flowed out. Soon I reached orgasm, and Dad ejaculated at that moment,
his semen flowing out of my vagina. Dad immediately grabbed his camera, and I cooperated to take some nice souvenir photos.
So Dad and I planned a semen bath feast together.
Dad pretended to be an office worker I knew, so as not to be gossiped about and to prevent them from raping
me. We had booked a hotel room beforehand. I told my English teacher that I wanted to take a semen bath and asked if he would
help me. I also knew a few students who could come along. He hesitated for a moment, because he wasn't used to
doing this in front of others, but in the end he couldn't resist the temptation and agreed. Then I found the four junior high school students, who were also
used to playing together in front of others, so they readily agreed. I felt that might still not be enough, but I couldn't find
anyone else, so my first thought was to buy aphrodisiacs. Of course, Dad didn't need to take them; he had to stay rational, and his health
was also important. As for the others, Dad and I discussed using three times the dosage. Everything was arranged, and then
a wonderful night arrived.
It was a Saturday afternoon at 6 pm, and everyone met in the hotel room. At first, everyone seemed
a little awkward, but they gradually started chatting. To tease them, I deliberately asked them to talk about
how each of them started this kind of sexual partner relationship with them. At first, everyone was silent, but after I forced the English teacher to start, everyone gradually opened up, and Dad even made up a story. 　　Dad and I had added three times the dosage of aphrodisiacs
to their drinks beforehand.
So I said, "Let's begin. Everyone take off your clothes and compare
whose penis is the biggest. The biggest one gets to ejaculate in my mouth first." Hearing this, the men were all eager
to try. Of course, I knew the biggest one was my dad's. The English teacher and a middle school student were tied for last
place, which embarrassed him. I slowly started taking off my clothes, leaving only a pair of black
lace fishnet stockings to arouse their lust. Then we went to the bathroom. I got into the bathtub and sat
on a specially prepared stool, so my face was about the same height as their penises. I started
taking my dad's penis in my mouth, and then I held one in each hand and stroked it. Then I gestured to the other three that I
had put my underwear and socks that I had changed out of this week in a basin next to me. They could use them to play with their penises if they wanted,
or they could wrap themselves around me, it was up to them. Sure enough, the English teacher immediately took out my stockings and wrapped them
around his penis, while a middle school student used my panties and bra.
Another guy came up behind me and rubbed his penis against my head, neck, and back. I told them to
let me know if they were going to ejaculate, and I'd decide where to ejaculate.
Although my dad was the most stimulated, he was also the most experienced, so he wasn't the first to ejaculate. The first
one was a middle school student who said, "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum." So I spat out my dad's penis from my mouth, faced
him, and aimed his glans at my chest. A powerful stream of semen shot straight to my chest.
After he finished, I immediately smeared it with my hand, making sure as much skin as possible came into contact with the semen. Then I said to him, "
Good, keep it up." After that, I continued to suck my dad's penis. Finally, my dad ejaculated in my mouth. I
rinsed my mouth with my dad's semen, then spat it out and held it in my hand, then used it
to wash my genitals in front of everyone. The others' lust intensified when they saw this. I turned around and gave the guy behind me oral sex, while the guy
who had been masturbating earlier ejaculated on my face. I continued to suck and spit out his penis while smearing the semen evenly on my face with my hand.
Then the guy who was giving me oral sex was about to ejaculate, so I made him ejaculate on my back and spread it out for me. The English teacher
deliberately held back, trying to save face, even though no one else was paying attention, they were all busy
having sex with me. After that, I used both my hands and mouth, and occasionally gave them a footjob so their semen would get on my feet and legs
. They were also fighting hard under the influence of the aphrodisiac, and my body, face, and hair were covered in semen.
I didn't even have time to wipe it off with my hands, it was so stimulating. Seeing so many penises surrounding me was a different kind of exciting and thrilling
experience. Finally, after 3 hours, everyone except my dad had ejaculated about 8 times, and everyone was at their limit
. I was covered in semen from head to toe. Seeing their penises finally soften, I made them surround me and
urinate on me. Just like rinsing off after showering. They also found it very stimulating, especially since
I had kept reminding those who were resting to drink water during the process, and everyone felt like they needed to urinate.
So, the five of us urinated together, hot urine pouring down from my head and covering my entire body. I opened my mouth wide and took a
sip; it didn't smell too strong. So exciting! Afterwards, everyone showered, and seeing it was almost 11 pm, we all
went our separate ways home. My dad and I stayed the last night, and also put away the camera we'd set up in the bathroom. The
footage was a keepsake.
Finally, university life began. The dorm conditions were pretty good: a four-person room with bunk beds, cabinets underneath
, a desk, and a balcony on the second floor. Later, I found a girl who, like me, liked stockings as a lover. But
this is about my manipulating boys, so I won't go into my romantic relationships.
University life is frustrating for guys, especially those who can't find girlfriends. So many
people with nowhere to vent their desires start engaging in all sorts of lewd behavior, which enriched my life.
Someone posted on the school forum that a boy had exposed his penis to a girl in a certain teaching building. So I started going to that building to study
, hoping to bump into him by chance. The school's men's restroom is poorly designed; the door, which is never closed, faces
the corridor, and the urinals are completely exposed. Of course, the boys usually use the stalls, so it's not a big deal.
Once, I was walking down the corridor as usual and vaguely saw a boy go into a stall, but I didn't pay much attention. Just before I
turned the corner near the restroom door, that person suddenly came out of a stall, deliberately facing me and...
I was playing with his erect penis! I knew I'd run into that exhibitionist. I was happy, though I
pretended to leave casually, I remembered his face.
After about a month of observation, I basically figured out his routine. To prevent him from having
a bad influence on other female students, I decided to lure him into ejaculating on me. He often
sexually harassed girls who were reading or making phone calls in the stairwell of the central teaching building, mainly by pretending to walk past them
or go down the stairs, ejaculating on them from behind. He mainly did this on Saturdays and Sundays from 9-10 pm and other afternoons
. But it seemed like he only ejaculated once a day. So every Saturday and Sunday I would go there and wait,
always wearing a short skirt and very provocative stockings. Of course, to avoid being recognized, I would go to the teaching building first and then
change my stockings in the restroom. Then I would stand by the window in the stairwell, facing out the window, pretending to read or make a
phone call. And I would slightly stick out my buttocks so that from behind, my underwear would be visible under my short skirt, paired with
black or red sexy stockings, to stimulate his lust. Sure enough, he took
the bait the first time I did this. I heard him come downstairs, and then he went up and down a few more times. I deliberately stuck out my plump buttocks even more.
Finally, I felt a surge of heat in my thighs and calves; he ejaculated. I watched him pass by, one hand still
on his crotch. I memorized his face again as he turned the corner of the stairs. I took off my stockings and found
him still lingering in the stairwell, so I placed the semen-stained stockings on the windowsill and left. I trusted he
wouldn't miss this gift.
Later, I discovered that if I sat on the stairs, he would ejaculate on my back. So, whenever I wanted
him to do this, I always wore a coat so I could cover myself after he ejaculated. After
a while, he started ejaculating on my head. Each time, I pretended to be checking the ceiling for dripping water,
giving him an excuse to come back another time. And knowing that there were no more girls being harassed on the forum made me very happy. He
was finally slowly becoming addicted to simply venting on me, which meant I could control him.
It wasn't just the hallway that had these incidents; something noteworthy also happened in the classroom. One summer morning
, I was studying alone in Building 2, working on a paper, when he appeared. He probably
checked every classroom before choosing mine. I wondered
what he would do in this situation, so after a while, I pretended to sleep, but all my attention was focused on him
. I felt him sitting diagonally behind me, starting to masturbate in front of me. After a while, perhaps feeling he was done,
he stood up, walked past me, and looked around the classroom—I think to see if anyone else was there. Then he
returned to his seat, but instead of sitting down, he slowly moved closer to me. Finally, he was right next to me; even with my eyes buried in my arms,
I could see his feet. He ejaculated behind me, lasting about half a minute.
Because it was summer, I was wearing a green silk top, making the semen very noticeable.
I thought that was the end of it, but no sooner had he left than a boy studying came in
and sat right behind me! Now, he saw all the semen on my back. He was kind enough to point it out,
saying there was water on my back, but I think he was just too embarrassed to say it directly. I pretended to thank him and went to the restroom to clean up
.
Then there was the library. I'd noticed him pretending to walk past girls reading near the bookshelves and
ejaculating on their genitals. Sometimes he'd even expose his penis to the girls through the bookshelves. Since I
often studied in the library, whenever I saw him go deeper into the bookshelves, I'd follow him and find a secluded
spot to squat down and pick out books. He never disappointed me. Maybe he was used to me in the hallway; he wasn't as
careful as he was with other girls. He'd either masturbate directly through the bookshelves for me to see, or
he'd ejaculate right behind me. Then I'd have to clean up his tracks by myself.
Gradually, he became increasingly brazen in front of me. He would often
masturbate in front of me, his penis exposed, when I was in the stairwell, sometimes even wearing the stockings I had left behind!
I would usually pretend not to care and walk past him, then find a place to wait for him to come up and ejaculate. Finally, one day,
instead of approaching me from behind as before, he came upstairs and directly pulled out his penis in front of me,
masturbating! Before I could react, a stream of hot semen shot onto my face!
He seemed to have something to say and didn't leave as usual. After a while, he said,
"Can you play with me? I mean, actually, I'm very against men playing with women. I hope you can
play with me, treat me like a toy, is that okay?" This was the first time I'd heard such a theory, but I felt that
I should eat the semen he ejaculated on my face in front of him and tell him it was okay, but only if he was loyal
to me alone and couldn't do this to other girls. He agreed, and in fact, he kept
his promise until I graduated.
I gave him my phone number and class schedule, telling him to text me if he needed anything else
, and I'd tell him where I was so he could come find me and I could help him release his pent-up desires. I also stipulated that he
had to wear my stockings with his penis and testicles on them every day. Every night I'd give him the stockings I'd worn, he
'd wear them the next day, wash them, and then return them to me. The first week was heavenly; he came to see me three times a day. Because
it was school, we mostly just did oral sex; we did it in the stairwell, study room, and library. He
often bought me delicious food, but he also frequently ejaculated on it and made me eat it,
though I didn't mind. He especially loved my stockinged legs, always smelling and licking them, and he liked to
ejaculate in my shoes, saying it would keep my feet healthy.
University life offered me a lot of free time, and I planned to find a job, mainly to gain social experience.
Like many university students, I found a job as a tutor, teaching English. When reviewing the job postings from families, I
intentionally chose those whose homes were relatively far from the school, specifically those offering tutoring for high school boys. After selecting a family and contacting an agency,
I finalized a deal, and we met for the first time in early April for the first lesson.
Every time I noticed, I realized that the high school student was the kind of guy people call a "nerd," someone who loves anime and games
. Of course, these kinds of guys don't attract many girls. Although he was quite fair-skinned, he
spent all his time at home outside of school, with little social life, just playing games and using the computer alone. When I visited his room, I noticed
many posters and models of cute girls. After noticing some snippets of text on them, I
did some research online and found that many of them were pornographic games. Looks like I've found something interesting.
To understand what kind of things boys like this watch, I downloaded a pornographic game—I forgot the name.
I found it quite fun, since I'm attracted to girls, and it satisfied my sexual
fantasies about women. Later, my wife and I also downloaded lesbian-themed games and imitated sex. Okay, back to the topic
. During one tutoring session, I decided to dress somewhat like a character from one of these games to see his reaction
. I chose a character whose attire was similar to that of an ordinary person. I styled my long black hair into two
ponytails, wore a red t-shirt, a black skirt, black mid-calf stockings, and black leather shoes. I thought
I looked quite convincing, and then I went to his house.
His father often works overtime on Saturdays, so when I arrived at 1 p.m., he was the only one home. Sure enough,
when he saw my outfit, his eyes lit up, but he managed to suppress it rationally. The room was air-conditioned, and
the temperature was comfortable. He was only wearing thin trousers, so when his penis became erect because of me, it was very noticeable
. I pretended not to notice and started lecturing as usual. He seemed distracted, so I deliberately asked, "What's
wrong? Is there something you need to do? You don't seem to want to study today?" He lied and said he slept too late the night before and
was too tired. I said, "So what do you do at night?" He said, "Play games." I pretended to be interested and asked, "What
games? My sister wants to play too." I knew what kind of game he meant from his excuses. Two hours passed, and
I finished today's lesson. I decided to tease him a little more.
I casually asked him about his father's weekend work schedule. He told me his father was an architect, very busy, and
sometimes he wouldn't be home for a week when there were projects. He wouldn't be back until evening either. So I said, "
I'm a little tired, can I sleep here for a while before going back?" He happily agreed, and I knew he had
some wicked thoughts.
So I pretended to fall asleep on the table. After a while, I heard him quietly call
my name from behind. When there was no response, he moved closer. I continued to wait. Seeing that I was really asleep, he crawled
under the table. I had deliberately spread my legs before, so now my skirt was completely exposed. Today, to
provoke him, I wore a pink see-through panty, so he could see my vulva directly. Sure enough, his
breathing became heavy. After a while, I heard the sound of a digital camera. It turned out they were taking pictures of my private
parts! I became even more excited. After taking a few more pictures, he crawled out from under the table, walked over to me, and
gently touched me. Seeing I didn't react, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. Because his face was buried,
I couldn't see his penis; I could only tell he was behind me on my right side by his feet. This scene reminded me of
that time in college. "Good bro, go ahead and cum."
After a while, he ejaculated, but not on me; he ejaculated in his hand. Then,
while he went to wash his hands, I woke up at that moment. "That's all for today," I thought, and went home.
Soon after, it was time for tutoring again. This time, I wore a low-cut white bodysuit and deliberately
didn't wear a bra, just to give him another strong impact. When I got to his house and took off my coat,
my firm nipples and cleavage were clearly visible. Sure enough, his gaze never left my chest. During
tutoring, I deliberately sat next to him, rubbing my breasts against his arm. After a while, he couldn't take it anymore
, and his breathing became noticeably rapid. A while later, I deliberately knocked over my water glass, spilling water on my chest
, making my clothes transparent, but I still pressed myself against him while lecturing.
Seeing that the time was right, I deliberately knocked my pen under the table and bent down to pick it up. I was wearing
a very short skirt that day and no underwear. Before bending over, I slightly pulled up my skirt,
completely exposing my genitals to him! He immediately lost control, grabbing me from behind and
pressing his face against my genitals, saying, "Sister, I like you so much, I can't take it anymore!" I deliberately asked, "What
can't you take it anymore?" He started rambling incoherently: "Sister, you're so sexy! I've
seen your breasts, your private parts , I can't take it anymore, I want to have sex with you!"
I pretended not to hear him clearly: "What do you want to do?" He said, "Um, I want to have sex with you." "Are you still
a child?" He immediately said, "No, no, I'm already an adult." I laughed and said, "How
are you an adult? Let me see."
He stammered for a while, then suddenly pulled down his pants. To my surprise, his penis was very
large, already proudly erect. I roughly estimated it to be about 18cm, and I immediately started to
get excited. I had never played with such a big penis before.
I reached out and grasped his already erect penis, saying, "What do you want to do with me? I have
someone I like, so I can't let you in." He seemed flustered, so I seized the opportunity and said, "But other things are
okay!" Before he could react, I kissed below the glans, instantly making his glans
swell and turn bright red, and his penis became even thicker. I asked, "How do you want me to help you?" He wanted
me to give him oral sex, which was exactly what I wanted. I used all my skills, and in less than five minutes, he ejaculated into my mouth
, which I swallowed entirely. His semen was rather thin, perhaps due to frequent masturbation. After the oral sex, he
wanted to do it again. I knew that these boys, because it was their first sexual experience, would be particularly excited and could ejaculate
several times in a row, so I asked him what he wanted to do this time. He still held a sliver of hope, asking if I could have
sex with him, but I firmly refused again, suggesting instead that I give him a nipplejob, which he reluctantly accepted. I took off my bodysuit,
grasped his penis, and held it between my breasts, massaging it like the AV actresses I'd watched before.
He would occasionally rub his penis against my nipples. Soon after, he ejaculated again, this time onto my chest. I slowly
smeared his semen on my breasts; it was so stimulating.
He wanted more, so I decided to do it this way. I told him he could ejaculate all over my body instead of having
sex, and he found it intriguing and agreed. So we worked together, and he
ejaculated on my face, back, abdomen, thighs, calves, and feet. The last time, on my stockinged feet, his penis only
caused pain. But at least it fulfilled his long-held wish, and I was
happy to have done so.
When I left, I asked him, "Do you think I'm a slutty woman?" He said no. I said,
"Then I'll reward you. As long as you listen to me, I can play with you every time." So, for a year and a half of university, I
had a toy every weekend. He even ordered anime character costumes for me to wear while
playing with him; it was always very exciting.
My studies made me understand the male and female bodies better. Through reading various books and
online resources, I learned that besides nocturnal emission and active ejaculation, men can also ejaculate through a process called
seminal emission, which is also a form of seminal emission, but occurs while the person is awake. I wanted to experience this myself. However,
this presented a problem. I couldn't use someone I knew well; they were already familiar with my body, and mere teasing
wouldn't be enough to induce ejaculation. Unfamiliar people were also unsuitable; I didn't know what they might do
, and if they didn't cooperate, they might masturbate, which would ruin the experience. So,
I spent a lot of time choosing a candidate.
Finally, I decided to choose a very timid boy, who also had to be very handsome—that would meet my
standards. Of course, I knew that actively seeking someone out was impossible; it was all a matter of luck. So, I just kept an eye out for potential partners
without actively pursuing them. But the opportunity eventually came. At a friend's birthday party, my target appeared.
He was from my friend's forum. Because it was a group activity on the forum, the participants weren't
very familiar with each other, which didn't pose a problem for me. He was fairly good-looking, and I later learned he also
had mild autism and was usually alone.
He was exactly my type, and I was determined to make him ejaculate buckets for me.
So, I casually sat next to him at dinner, chatted a bit
, exchanged contact information, and that was our first encounter. After that, we chatted online. I discovered that although
he was rather withdrawn in real life, he was very active online and said almost anything, which
made things easier. I slowly steered the conversation towards feelings, and after a few more chats, the topic turned
to sex. He said he knew about all sorts of sexual techniques, and I pretended to be curious and asked him what they were.
He listed a long list, mostly from AVs, but AVs don't have "nocturnal emission
," so I asked, "Do you know about a method of ejaculation called nocturnal emission?" Sure enough, he didn't
. After I explained, he said it worked, but he didn't believe me. So I asked, "Want to try it?"
He said, "How?" I said, "Only you can try it. I'll figure out a way to excite you, okay?"
He thought I was joking and agreed. So I told him to
meet me this Saturday at a hotel not far from the school. In fact, until we met, he thought I was joking.
That day finally arrived. I had a lot of sexy stockings and lingerie in my bag. We
met at the agreed hotel entrance. He thought I had something else to see him about and was going somewhere else. When I actually
took him to the room, he started to panic.
I told him it was just to test the possibility of nocturnal emission, and if he performed well, I could provide
some extra services. He finally agreed. So, to be on the safe side, the main thing was to prevent him from masturbating
. Because I knew that when the libido was high, even a quick stroke or two could cause ejaculation, and
once you ejaculate, it's very difficult to have a nocturnal emission again. So I used stockings to tie him naked to the bed,
leaving only his erect penis free to move. So I started taking off my clothes, until I was only wearing stockings
.
I started saying provocative things and asked him what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to let him see my
genitals, so I straddled his chest, my genitals facing his face, and I parted my labia myself. He watched
, his breathing becoming heavier, and I noticed his penis was even more engorged. Later, he wanted me to masturbate
in front of him, so I kept touching myself, teasing him, and constantly changing the sexy lingerie and stockings I had brought.
Finally, after more than an hour of effort, with a cry of "I'm going to cum," his
penis, which I hadn't touched before, began to throb and ejaculate. The experiment was a success!
I deliberately licked his semen and then started getting dressed. I didn't let him loose because I was
afraid he wouldn't be fully recovered from his teasing and would rape me, which would be a loss for me. After I was dressed, I poured some water.
We both rested for a while and calmed down. Then I told him I was happy the experiment was a success and asked him what
reward he wanted. He said it didn't matter, but he hoped I could give him some used underwear, stockings, etc., so I
gave him everything I had brought. He was still tied to the bed, and I gave him oral sex again before I finally untied him
.
After he finished tidying up, I had a sudden idea and asked him if he wanted the hotel staff to see his penis,
to see him ejaculate while I lay on the bed, for some excitement. He said yes. So I told him my plan. I called
the front desk and ordered some food to be delivered. Then I unlocked the door. I lay down on
the side closest to the door, with his legs spread apart, his knees on either side of my body, so his penis was right in front of me. I gave him
oral sex until he could ejaculate anytime. Soon there was a knock on the door, and a sweet female voice told us
the food had been delivered. I said the door was open, please come in, and then quickly started stroking his penis. The waitress walked in and
immediately saw this unsightly scene, and panicked. Taking advantage of this moment, he
ejaculated all over my face in front of the waitress .
The waitress was startled, so I quickly got up and took the tray from her, gesturing for him to go to the restroom
while comforting her. The waitress was a migrant worker from the countryside, and her thinking wasn't so open. It took me
a long time to calm her down. But it was really exciting. It was also my first time playing sex games with a man in front of another girl, so
it was a pretty good experience for me.
After the ejaculation experiment, I didn't have any further interaction with this guy; after all, it was just a game
… Throughout my university life, I never lacked opportunities to play with men, basically making
them ejaculate several times a week. Of course, when I went home for holidays, it was my dad's sex paradise. Sometimes during the day, I'd also
hang out with my high school teachers. I'd also go out with the boys I met on the bus and some of their friends , mainly for sex games, of course 　　.
But what I'm very proud of is that compared to those
promiscuous female classmates in university who lost their virginity early, I'm still a virgin. You could say I'm
infinitely purer than those people.

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