Gang rape of a beautiful girl in stockings

Like other recent college graduates, Wen Yating was busy looking for a job. Although she was born into a middle-class family and her parents had some connections in the city, she didn't want them to find her a job. Like other modern girls, she hoped to find a job on her own, even a low-paying one, to satisfy her desire for independence. She also had a boyfriend, a college classmate, but their relationship had progressed slowly, partly due to Wen Yating's shyness and her boyfriend's awkwardness.
Wen Yating majored in accounting, a field that is both in high demand and difficult to find in today's society. It's in demand because every company needs an accountant, but difficult because every company wants an experienced one. Wen Yating understood this, so she decided to lower her expectations and start by accumulating experience and qualifications. Her efforts paid off, and soon she received a call from a real estate company inviting her for an interview. Excited and nervous about her first interview, Wen Yating diligently researched interview techniques online.
The next day, Wen Yating donned a professional women's suit she had never worn before, and even she couldn't believe the beautiful woman in the mirror was herself. A pink Western-style short skirt suit, black peep-toe heels with a front and back cutout, plus light pink stockings she was wearing for the first time, made her look both mature and sexy, yet youthful and cute. For this interview, Wen Yating had even gone to the hair salon the day before for a trendy Korean-style wavy hairstyle. After applying some light makeup, Wen Yating confidently swayed in her heels as she left the house.
The taxi took over an hour to arrive, and as she got out, the driver gave Wen Yating a suggestive look at her thighs, making her feel even more uncomfortable, especially since it was her first time wearing such an outfit. Looking around after getting out of the car, she was somewhat surprised; it wasn't the office district with its towering buildings she had imagined. To the left was a chaotic construction site, with a six-story building just starting to be painted. To the right, it looked more like a slum, with a group of ragged people sitting at the entrance, idly fanning themselves. Wen Yating walked towards the construction site. After a few steps, she suddenly felt a hand grab her ankle, startling her into a scream. Turning around, she saw an elderly beggar, around forty or fifty years old, lying weakly on the ground, muttering, "Please, young lady, please have mercy..." Wen Yating looked him over carefully. The old beggar had a broken leg, his body was covered in wounds, and his eyes were vacant; he looked quite pitiful. Kind-hearted Wen Yating took out 50 yuan from her wallet and gave it to the beggar. This was her taxi fare home that afternoon; she had decided to take the bus instead. The old beggar hesitated for a moment, then immediately began to kowtow profusely in gratitude. Wen Yating smiled awkwardly at him and quickly continued towards the construction site.
After searching for a while, Wen Yating finally found a small, single-story building resembling an office on the construction site. Entering the room, she was startled to find a large group of migrant workers huddled together, making a racket. She didn't know what was happening. Wen Yating spotted a young man in a suit in the crowd and quickly approached him, asking, "Excuse me, is this xxx Real Estate Development Company?" The man managed to squeeze through the crowd and asked, "Who are you looking for?" Wen Yating hurriedly replied, "My name is Wen Yating. I'm here for an interview. Where should I go for the interview?" The man, preoccupied with his own situation, said, "Please sit over there and wait. Our manager will be here shortly." Then he turned to the group of migrant workers and shouted, "Stop making noise! Our manager will be here soon! I'll go in and call him. You all wait quietly!" He then hurriedly squeezed into the inner room and locked the door. The migrant workers surrounded the doorway, shouting for a while before finally settling down, grumbling and cursing.
Wen Yating sat uncomfortably in a corner. She could tolerate the room's pungent, sweaty smell, but the situation was far from what she had expected. Just as she was feeling lost, she suddenly felt something warm on her legs. Looking up, she was startled to see all the migrant workers staring blankly at her long, shapely legs. The atmosphere in the room froze. Wen Yating felt hot all over. She desperately tried to close her legs and cover the hem of her skirt with her shirt. At that moment, a voice broke the silence, "Girl, your legs are so white! Is that because of your...stockings?"
Wen Yating blushed deeply and awkwardly cursed, "You pervert!" Her voice was drowned out by a burst of laughter; no one heard her. Suddenly, she felt her stockings tighten. Looking down, she saw the migrant worker sitting next to her gently tugging at them. Wen Yating stared at his face, her face a patchwork of black and white grime, except for two clean lines below his nose. His face was twisted with a wicked grin and a lecherous look, making him appear extremely ugly. Just as Wen Yating was about to push him away, someone rushed in from outside, shouting, "Damn it! That kid's gone!! We're not getting our wages today!" A chorus of curses erupted from the room, and the migrant workers got up and started to leave. At that moment, the guy next to Wen Yating grabbed her and pulled her up, yelling, "Brothers, it's okay if we didn't get our wages, we'll try again tomorrow. But today we're all lucky, look what that fat guy brought us!" Everyone turned to look at Wen Yating, and the room fell into a deathly silence. Wen Yating screamed in terror, "What do you want? If you come any closer, I'll call for help!" At that moment, a short, stout migrant worker addressed the crowd, "Zhang Ersha is right! This girl is in cahoots with that fat guy. If we don't get our wages, we'll have to take her to pay off our debts! Don't you all agree?" The group's eyes widened, and they began to whisper amongst themselves. "Yeah, there's no one else on this construction site. Let's kidnap her and enjoy her in our shed!" "Damn, this girl is fucking hot! Her figure is even better than that TV host from yesterday!" "She looks like...that Sun Yanzi?"
Before Wen Yating could even utter a sound, a migrant worker had already covered her upper body with a sack from behind.
Then she felt a group of people carrying her out. Wen Yating struggled desperately, but she was no match for the group of migrant workers who toiled every day. All she felt along the way were countless hands groping her legs, feet, hands, and body, scratching her painfully. Some even went so far as to lick her stockinged feet as they walked. Soon after, she was thrown to the ground, the burlap sack over her head ripped off, and Wen Yating immediately screamed, "Help! Help!! Someone save me!" The short, fat man wiped his drool and leered, saying, "You're in our shed, there's not a ghost around, what good will your screaming do!... Damn, this girl's actually quite pretty when she cries!" The group of men swiftly stripped off their smelly clothes and pounced on her like wolves starving after a long winter, groping and licking her indiscriminately. They would never have the chance to speak to such a beautiful girl, let alone touch her body.
Wen Yating was already sobbing uncontrollably. Seeing that her cries were useless, she pitifully pleaded, "Brothers and uncles, please let me go! I just graduated and came here to look for work. If you let me go, I'll thank you properly..." But these hungry dogs, blinded by lust, had no concept of tenderness. In a few swift movements, they tore open her pink coat and the white shirt underneath, revealing the young woman's proud breasts. Those gathered in front were stunned. "My god, these are much prettier than my wife's! My wife's are all flat..." Suddenly, a migrant worker pounced on her like a madman and began to bite her indiscriminately, causing Wen Yating to cry out in pain. Seeing this, a group of men swarmed around her like flies, grabbing at her like they were fighting over steamed buns. Wen Yating's cries were drowned out by the excited panting of dozens of migrant workers.
Unable to reach the soft breasts, the migrant workers crowded on the periphery turned their attention elsewhere, and Wen Yating's long, beautiful legs in stockings and open-toed high heels naturally became their first target. Zhang Ersha was the first to rush forward; he was the first person in the office to flirt with Wen Yating using stockings as a topic. In Zhang Ersha's mind, stockings and high heels were the distinguishing mark between city women and rural women. Although reform and opening up had led rural women to adopt stockings from city women, their legs, deformed by hard work and poverty, still didn't look right in the best stockings. Now, holding such a pair of fair, slender, stockinged legs, it felt like a dream to Zhang Ersha, who had always dreamed of becoming a city dweller. He licked Wen Yating's legs haphazardly, his hands gripping her ankles like iron clamps; the still-virgin Zhang Ersha was completely isolated from everything around him.
As his tongue rubbed against her stockings and legs, the fire in his chest burned ever brighter, yearning for a more unusual and unimaginable way to release it. So Zhang Ersha stopped licking Wen Yating's legs, shoved away the boy licking her instep, grabbed Wen Yating's foot—a high-heeled shoe with a closed front and open back—and impatiently pulled out his penis, inserting it between her foot and the shoe. The high heel had a buckle at the back, which gripped Zhang Ersha's penis tightly. On one side was the strange feel of the stockings and the soft, warm sole; on the other, the cold, hard surface of the high heel. In this peculiar grip, Zhang Ersha's eyes rolled back in pleasure as he thrust wildly, as if Wen Yating's foot were that of a lowly prostitute, brutally and forcefully fucking her. Wen Yating's entire body was being rubbed by the hands, penises, and tongues of the migrant workers. Her mouth was stuffed with the tongue of a short, fat man who had never married, now shoving his large, foul-smelling tongue into the mouth of a 20-year-old beauty. His saliva flowed uncontrollably, filling Wen Yating's mouth. Suddenly, Wen Yating felt a hot rush of fluid under her feet; Zhang Ersha had ejaculated.
The others frantically sought an outlet for their raging lust. Some imitated Zhang Ersha, rubbing Wen Yating's feet; some rubbed their penises haphazardly against her soft breasts; some desperately grabbed Wen Yating's hands, masturbating them. The short, fat man shoved his foul-smelling penis into Wen Yating's mouth. Even a prostitute wouldn't want to lick such rotten, swollen flesh, yet it was completely stuffed into her sexy little mouth, reaching all the way to her throat. Wen Yating gagged incessantly; the spasms in her throat and the gushing saliva made the short, fat man's mind go blank with pleasure. He just stood there, forgetting to pull his penis out of her throat. Wen Yating choked, her eyes rolled back, and her whole body convulsed. If the migrant workers next to her hadn't quickly pushed the short, fat man away, she probably wouldn't have survived. After the fat man pulled out, Wen Yating gasped for breath and coughed, but this didn't stop the others from continuing to vent their lust on her beautiful body. The two migrant workers behind her, fucking Wen Yating's beautiful feet, were also bewitched, as if Wen Yating's feet possessed a prostitute's base allure that made them unable to control themselves, fucking them wildly and brutally. The semen and frantic friction caused Wen Yating's stockings to tear. The migrant worker who was penetrating her feet simply forced his penis through the tear and began to frantically manipulate her.

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