Fetishism and slut

My younger brother has a fetish for women's stockings. I remember when I was very young, I would often
squat , admiring women's stockinged feet. Thinking about it now, it's quite amusing, haha.

This hobby has accompanied me throughout my childhood. At first, I would often secretly play with my mother's and aunt's stockings.
In elementary and middle school, very few female classmates wore stockings, so I never got to play with my classmates' tender feet, which I always
regretted. In high school, I came across the internet and discovered that there were many people with the same hobby as me.
There were even websites specifically for stocking fetishists, so I was like a fish in water, completely immersed in it, and I still am to this day. It was also through
the internet that I met the first woman in my life who talked to me about stockings, the woman I can never forget.

Stockings always arouse men's sexual desire, especially for stocking fetishists. Back then, I was like a wolf in heat,
spending all my time on forums and QQ groups, hoping to find a woman who truly liked stockings and lived not too far away
, so we could meet and play with stockings. Because at that time, my age and financial situation couldn't support me traveling very
far . Thank goodness,
I found
her on a very old stockings forum (I still frequent this forum). "Stockings Woman" seems like a very ordinary name, but it stirred up a lot of emotions in me because she lived in the city next to mine. I couldn't wait to send her an email on the forum,
and I received a reply that afternoon. After we added each other as friends, we started chatting.

She was 41 years old, a married slut. The reason she liked stockings was that her husband was also a stocking fetishist and required
her to wear stockings all the time. Over time, she also came to like the smoothness and sexiness of stockings, and became obsessed with
the feeling of being wrapped in them. After the video chat, I was easily captivated by her. The charm of a mature woman
was undoubtedly incredibly powerful for a naive girl like me who had little experience with women. I shamelessly called her "sister," and she
half-heartedly agreed. Looking back now, she was also seducing me, but I was too naive at the time.
My stocking fetish, which had been suppressed for more than ten years, exploded in her. I didn't care if she was slutty or not; at that time, she was a goddess to me. I, who usually slept until I naturally woke up every
day unusually sat in front of the computer at 9 a.m. to chat with her.
To be honest, I even found the feeling of first love again. Even now, I admit that it was one of the few genuine feelings I had
. A relationship built up over ten years can be terrifying when it finally erupts, honey~

She's clearly a senior in the stocking fetish community, and very popular with tons of followers. Every day before work, she
wears a panty liner in her underwear, otherwise, with so many people harassing her, her underwear and stockings are always wet—she's incredibly
slutty. Her husband is six years older than her, and apparently his sexual performance isn't great, and he seems to have some kind of perverted mentality (
now that I think about it, he probably enjoys having sex with his wife). He likes to post photos of her in stockings on his social media for everyone to admire,
so her followers are all drooling over her, wanting to have her under them and ravage her as they please, including me.
Later, she told me that her husband enjoyed watching others verbally flirt with her,
having sex with her while watching her flirt with online friends. Over time, she became incredibly promiscuous, but unsatisfied, so every night she would engage in
passionate chats with various online friends in a chat room, showing off her stockings and legs, and using masturbation devices. She was practically ready to have sex with her husband in public,
and he had given her a lot of sperm back then…

After chatting with her for about three months, I felt the groundwork was laid, so I suggested meeting in person,
and she agreed. I remember in the video, she showed me all her stockings, letting me choose the ones I liked to wear to our meeting, and she also
picked out several masturbators. I was already fantasizing about our passionate encounter. At the time, I was
working , so I invited her to visit. A few days later, she arrived as promised.

She was even more alluring in person than in the video, with her hair in a bun, captivating eyes, and a figure around 160cm tall, slightly
voluptuous —exactly my type. Wearing a white chiffon short-sleeved top and a black mini-skirt, what truly captivated
me were her full, fair legs encased in flesh-colored stockings—sexy and alluring. Paired with black
high heels, she resembled an OL being ravaged in an AV. In an instant, I got an erection. She noticed my reaction and seemed
a little embarrassed; it seems the persona she projected online was truly different. I took her
hand, and she followed me like a submissive wife into the room I had arranged beforehand. She showed no trace of her
online promiscuity, which only fueled my desire. Once in the room, although the initial awkwardness hadn't completely disappeared,
my younger brother couldn't contain himself any longer. He pinned her down on the bed and launched into a passionate kiss. I could feel her intense
reaction ; perhaps my youthful masculinity was far stronger than her husband's. She slumped like a limp ball,
completely at my mercy. After the passionate kiss, she went to take a shower. I picked out a pair of white, openwork stockings for her
to wear after her shower. She gave me a playful smile, almost stealing my heart.

A moment later, she emerged from the bathroom, wearing only those white pantyhose. Her firm
breasts seemed to beckon me; her nipples were slightly dark but large, making me wonder if she had been
sucked by many men. A little extra flesh around her waist made her appear even more voluptuous and alluring. Her beautiful feet, encased in stockings,
were white with . My younger brother liked white stockings precisely because of this visual stimulation of white with a hint of pink. Her ten toes
were neatly arranged, occasionally twitching playfully. She looked at me tenderly, her eyes seemingly overflowing with tears
. The emotional buildup over the past three months was no joke. I considered her my first love, and she reciprocated my feelings.
So, we didn't need many words; her body and heart had already accepted me. This scene was exactly what I
had fantasized about for so long, and today it had finally come true.

She gracefully walked to the bedside, looked at my stunned face, smiled, and stretched out one of her feet in front of me,
gently asking, "Beautiful?" I suppressed my wildly beating heart, swallowed hard, and murmured, "Beautiful…
" I held her beautiful foot in my hands, admiring it closely. The woman I had longed for, the silk-stockinged feet I had dreamed of,
were now a reality. I was so excited I didn't know what to do. She guided me, saying, "Let's kiss."
I snapped out of my reverie and carefully licked each of her toes, the sole, and the instep. She felt a little ticklish and
giggled , saying, "Let me lie down, it's so ticklish, I can't stand up." I had her lie on the bed, then stood beside it
and picked up one of her feet to kiss. There was a faint fragrance on her stockings, probably from her perfume or
skincare products. I licked and sucked on it frantically, and she let out a soft moan, her hands kneading her
breasts , while her other foot rubbed against my penis. Judging by her skill, she must do this often with other men.
Seeing a man playing like that, I felt a surge of jealousy for no reason. I bit her toe hard, and she
let out a soft moan, giving me a seductive look with eyes full of allure and desire. I thought to myself, "This slut, I'll give you a good beating these
next couple of days .

" I parted her legs, exposing her genitals completely to me. Her small labia
were dark in color, clearly the work of a seasoned pro. Her vaginal opening was slightly parted, already overflowing with vaginal fluid, and I could faintly
smell the scent of a mature woman. She used her fingers to pull out her clitoris and softly called out, "Baby, give me
a kiss." I had always been interested in her clitoris during video chats because she
would tremble all over and act like she was dying whenever she played with it. Today, I'd give her a good time. I
stimulated , and her moans grew louder. Her legs were wrapped tightly around my back, her stockinged feet rubbing against my waist and buttocks.
She kept moaning, "Ah...it feels so good...bite...bite...bite..." Her arousal was fully
aroused. I inserted two fingers into her vagina, teasing her clitoris. She writhed all over,
unconsciously making noises. I continued my efforts, using both methods simultaneously. After a while, her legs tightened, and she
climaxed. I brought my fingers, covered in her juices, to her mouth, and she licked them clean without hesitation (
I had seen her licking her own juices from a vibrator in a video). This lewd act fueled my lust. I
took an electric dildo from her bag and inserted it into her vagina, turning it to the highest setting. She
started moaning again.

I pulled her upper body up and shoved my penis into her mouth. She held onto it and began to suck and spit frantically,
her little tongue darting around my penis. Her technique was excellent; she licked her mouth while moaning softly,
her face filled with ecstasy. I used my foot to push the dildo in, forcefully inserting it. She quickly rubbed her
clitoris with her hands, her body writhing wildly, her mouth still on my penis. This scene was the most lewd I had ever witnessed.
Seeing that she was about to climax again, I pushed her onto the bed, pulled out the dildo, mounted her, and thrust deeply inside
. Although the dildo had been holding me in for a while, I could still feel her vagina was very tight, enveloping my
penis very comfortably (she had just finished her period before coming and didn't have any infectious or gynecological diseases, so we didn't use a condom). Warm and
cozy... Slippery, and then came the frenzied thrusting. Looking back now, youth is truly wonderful. Back then,
a single session would last at least 25 minutes. While I was penetrating her vagina, I grabbed her toes and sucked on them. She cried out
wildly , "Husband...husband...fuck me..." "This slut, if her husband knew I was fucking
her, he'd probably be enjoying it too, that pervert." I thought maliciously, and fucked her even harder. She
had , and I ejaculated too. I collapsed on top of her to rest, my penis still inside her. We cuddled
for a while (we didn't kiss; after she gave me oral sex, I refused to kiss her on the lips...) and started chatting. She told me that
she needed a vibrator to stimulate her clitoris to orgasm during sex with her husband. Her husband's penis wasn't
particularly hard, so it wasn't stimulating enough, and he only lasted a short time. He knew he wasn't good at it, so he used various vibrators
and stockings to torture and stimulate her. I thought to myself, "Thank goodness your husband trained you so well; now I'm getting a ready-made solution
!" After resting, it was back to endless sex. She used many different techniques and positions; I felt like she was
playing with me… She brought a lot of stockings; we agreed to use one pair per session. I remember doing it about five times:
flesh-colored , black, colored, white, blue… (Please forgive me for remembering so clearly… you
know, I'm a stocking fetishist). Completely exhausted, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

[The End]

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