The Autobiography of a Girl in Stockings

I'm a girl who loves wearing stockings. Seeing so many men adore stockings and beautiful legs, I wanted to share my story. You might think I'm a slut after reading this, but I don't care. I'm still a virgin. I like girls, and I want to find a girl who loves 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 successfully pulling off a prank, and it makes me very happy.
You might find my descriptions of sex too simplistic, but this isn't a novel; it's just my own story. I couldn't specifically recall and describe the details; the main point is to write my story. You can imagine the specific details yourself.
My mother went abroad when I was in elementary school, only returning for short periods each year. My father is a doctor, with a good personality and a devoted husband, so there was no risk of our family breaking up. This created a very good living environment for me. I had my own room, which was beautifully decorated. My mother always brought me back many beautiful clothes from abroad, especially stockings. So, I've loved the close-fitting feel of stockings 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 genitals and mine. But when there were many people around, I didn't dare to 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 up on our own. There was no one else around.
I saw him go to the toilet, so I 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 with my hand. I felt that his penis had gotten 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 didn't dare to go to the boys' toilet. So I didn't really have any practical experience with sex in elementary school. But computers started to appear then, and my parents bought one for our home. Our generation is naturally good at using computers, and soon, although my dad didn't know, I had found many pornographic websites. But I still loved studying in elementary school and got into a good middle school.
My sexual happiness began by chance, in the second year of junior high school. One day during PE class, I sprained my arm. That evening, I asked my dad to help me take a bath. He didn't seem to mind. 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. I asked, "Dad, what's in your pants?" He smiled awkwardly and said nothing. I persisted, telling him I could see.
He absolutely refused. I cried and fussed. Finally, he gave in and told me, "You can't tell anyone!" I agreed. Then he took off his pants. I saw an erect penis for the first time. He told me some things about male sex. I asked him, "Can I touch it?" He initially disagreed, but I knew he couldn't be completely uninterested in seeing my beautiful naked body.
Finally, he agreed. I reached out and grasped my father's penis. I slowly stroked it up and down. My father took a deep breath, seemingly enjoying it. But after a short while, he regained his senses and rationally said it was enough. Of course, I didn't want to let this hard-won opportunity slip by, so I vigorously rubbed my father's penis. I heard him say he couldn't anymore, and his body suddenly recoiled.
I clearly saw a stream of white liquid spurt from my father's glans, splashing onto my face and body. It was my first time experiencing a man's semen; it had a faint fishy smell, but I didn't dislike it. My father kept apologizing. He quickly put on his pants, helped me shower, dry me, and get dressed. For the next few days, my father 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 read, the more I found men's penises really interesting. However, I also began to discover that I was a lesbian. Of course, this self-narration mainly focuses on how to manipulate men, so I won't write about my girlfriend.
As my understanding of sex deepened, I realized 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 longer. I discovered that he would often masturbate with my stockings and underwear while showering after I showered. This excited me greatly.
Every night, I would constantly think about these lewd images and my father's penis. However, I didn't know how to masturbate at that time. Finally, one night, after my father finished showering, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and took my stockings out 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. When he saw what I was holding, he shuddered.
I got straight to the point. Finally, my father admitted that he had been using my clothes to fantasize about my body to masturbate, releasing his unfulfilled desires. I gently told him that I understood him. 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 Mommy's?" Daddy was shocked and immediately objected.
I knew that Mommy could go out without worry because Daddy was a principled person and wouldn't do anything reckless. I liked that about him. So I told him I had a strong sexual curiosity and, if possible, I wanted to learn about sex while playing sexual games. If I couldn't find a suitable outlet, I might play with other boys.
Daddy panicked, unsure 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 boundaries and wouldn't agree to him taking my virginity; we could use my hand or other methods. I also hoped Daddy could guide me. Finally, Daddy agreed to try it temporarily. I was
so happy and said, "Let's do it now!" Besides, Daddy's penis was already erect, waiting for me. That night, it was my first time giving oral sex. Because I said I wanted to try something different, Daddy had to teach me oral sex. Although I had seen it online before, I still thought it was quite fun. I felt so excited as my dad's penis went in and out of my mouth.
After a while, I spat out his penis and asked, "Can you ejaculate in my mouth this time? I want to taste the flavor of 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 his 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 his 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 our methods. Every morning, my dad would make me ejaculate before he got up for work. He also gave me the websites on his computer. In my spare time, I would browse all kinds of pornographic websites and download some AVs to watch. I really envied those AV actresses, who could play with so many people and make so many men ejaculate because of them. That night, I couldn't wait to play with my dad's penis again, trying out all sorts of sexual things.
A week later, I talked to my dad again. He abandoned his previous boundaries 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 involve SM that would harm my body, I was willing to try anything. At the same time, my dad and I decided to basically not wear clothes at home. I would only wear pantyhose or stockings, which was what my dad wanted.
My father told me he had a foot and stocking fetish; women's stockings greatly aroused him. From then until I graduated from junior high and entered high school, I grew up under my father's loving caresses. Also, whenever we had a good idea, we would record it on a video camera to keep as a memento. 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 my urine that had been stored 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 usually rub his penis against my stockinged buttocks or thighs from behind, while 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 it on my old stockings. Every weekend, Dad would always make me wear sexy stockings and give him a footjob, and then he would ejaculate on my legs. We also watched porn together and learned all sorts of positions. So at that time, apart from still being 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 some 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 various sexual methods, I tried my best to endure it. Unlike what is described in novels, there was no orgasm; for more than 10 minutes, I only felt pain. However, Dad said it was indeed very tight, and he ejaculated inside my rectum, which was what I requested. So, 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 anal sex is very bad for a woman's body, so I won't do it again. This was just an experiment to try out different sexual positions.
Later, in high school, my body was fully developed. Looking at my mature and perfect body with all its sexual characteristics, 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. Luckily, before that, I discovered my pleasure on the bus.
I took the bus to and from school, always during rush hour. I was always squeezed into the crowd. However, gradually, perhaps people's thoughts became less innocent, and there were men on the bus who groped women. Actually, I actually 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; I usually wore a knee-length skirt. But I still preferred sneakers; they were comfortable to walk in and didn't easily cause calluses, so 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, handsome men on the bus and waited patiently. Suddenly, I felt someone touch my buttocks. I was secretly happy, but pretended not to notice, though I glanced over.
Fortunately, it was a rather handsome young man who looked like a college student. Although I didn't mind helping men ejaculate, I still hoped he was good-looking. I had no interest in ugly men; it was more satisfying to see a handsome man fall into depravity. So, I decided to give him a little encouragement. As the car braked, I deliberately pressed my hips against his lower body. Sure enough, I felt he was already hard.
I was so happy; it was a confirmation of my own allure. Soon, his hand started touching my buttocks again, and I writhed while actually matching his movements. He probably noticed and began to move more confidently to the next step. 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, then one hand reached 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 casual fun on the train. He was happy to hear that.
For a long time afterward, he made sure to catch the same train as me. We came up with an easy method: I wore skirts with a zipper in the back, so whenever we played together, I could just unzip the skirt and he could easily insert his penis between my legs. Afterward, the semen on my inner thighs was slippery, which made me very excited. Occasionally, we would arrange 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 lesbian, just playing around, and I enjoy making men ejaculate through 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 might have a chance to play with the teacher too.
One Friday afternoon, school let out early. As the English class representative, I went to the English teacher's office to help him grade papers. As usual, I wasn't wearing underwear, and anticipating some progress, I had changed out of the stockings I'd been wearing that morning, opting for more conspicuous black stockings. Only the two of us were in the office. I sat opposite the teacher with my back to the door. A moment later, I heard a slight zipper sound, and I knew immediately that the teacher had quietly taken out his penis. I glanced over; the teacher wasn't sitting upright grading papers, but leaning back in his chair. I knew from this angle he could see my stockinged legs. So, I deliberately kicked off one shoe, crossed my bare, stockinged foot, and swung it back and forth. I could see the teacher's left hand 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—I felt incredibly bold and excited, and also pleased with my own allure. The desk wasn't wide; if I slightly straightened my crossed leg, I was only a few centimeters from the teacher's engorged glans. Just when I felt the time was almost right, I casually straightened my leg. Sure enough, as expected, 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 toy, so I immediately pulled my leg back, looked at it, and asked, "Teacher, what happened?" The teacher blushed and stammered. I seized the opportunity and said, "Teacher, I've noticed you keep looking at my legs, why?" The teacher was still at a loss. I further asked, "Does the teacher like my stockinged feet?" "Yes," he finally answered. So I told him, "I like the teacher very much too, but we can't do it. If the teacher can promise not to touch me, and I can decide, I can play with the teacher, but the teacher has to love me well." The teacher initially couldn't believe it, but when he realized it was true, he was overjoyed. Impatient, he asked directly, "Can I play a little more today?" So, after he locked the office door, I sat down 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 this 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 in and out like a vagina. Finally, after a burst of intense friction, a stream of semen shot out from the glans between my legs. I knew he would ejaculate on me in that position, but I didn't avoid it. Because it wouldn't be too noticeable on my white coat, and I wanted the teacher to see such a lewd scene to further stimulate his nerves. Then, I deliberately squatted down in front of the teacher, and when he didn't expect it, I took his already limp penis into my mouth and said with a grin, "You're done already? I want to play a little more!" The teacher immediately became energetic again, and I felt his penis quickly grow bigger and harder in my mouth. So I started giving him oral sex, wanting to taste what his semen was like. A few minutes later, he ejaculated in my mouth. We cleaned up, ending our first time together.
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, it was free for me. After each session, I would pretend to have questions and stay behind to help him ejaculate once or twice. I usually wore clothes that were easy to take off. The teacher also liked stockings and beautiful legs; he liked to have me wear only pantyhose and then insert his penis into my inner thighs on the bed, thrusting like during sex. Sometimes we also tried breast sex. By then, I was quite developed, and because my breasts were constantly massaged, I had a C-cup. The teacher often ejaculated on my chest and then smeared his semen evenly on my breasts.
Besides the teacher, I discovered that there were other people in my class who liked my stockings and beautiful legs and had impure thoughts about me. He was in the group next to me, sitting in the fourth row like me. I noticed that he always looked at my beautiful legs intentionally or unintentionally. Because he was both good-looking and academically gifted, I wanted to make him my toy.
One Friday after school, 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. I didn't go to the gatehouse to get 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, and knocked on the front door of the classroom, asking, "Is anyone home?" He opened the door, and when he saw it was me, his face immediately burned. I deliberately asked, "What's wrong? Your face is so red." He quickly said it was because he was too hot after playing ball. While chatting with him, I took out a book and then deliberately took out a 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 table at school to lure him in. Sure enough, soon after, he always stayed until the last to go home. 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.
I stayed until it was just the two of us, then pretended to go home, but secretly unlocked the back door. A few minutes later, I quietly went to the back door. 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 layer at a time, while she held the other in her hand and kissed it passionately, her other hand constantly stroking it. I watched and touched my own genitals, enjoying the stimulation. When I felt it was about time, I suddenly pushed open the back door. He froze, and because of the stimulation, he ejaculated right in front of me, his penis covered by my stockings, and him holding 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, not knowing what to do. After a period of silence, he begged me not to tell anyone, saying he would do anything. I asked, "Okay, tell me why you're doing 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 and told him I had recorded it; this was the evidence! He immediately felt despair. I seized the opportunity and said, "As long as you listen to me completely 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 placed my foot, clad in cute pink stockings, on 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, covering my entire foot with semen. He hurriedly said, "I'm sorry!"
I told him that I would punish him by forcing him to masturbate in front of me, but perhaps due to nervousness, he didn't ejaculate for 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 the 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 he was showering.
After that, I would play with his penis almost every day after school, and I had to watch him ejaculate three times each time. However, I couldn't show him my lecherous side, so I always did footjobs. This only showed that I enjoyed playing with men, or maybe I had some sadistic tendencies. He seemed to gradually develop masochistic tendencies too; the harder I did it, the more exciting it was for him. Later, we gradually changed it to twice a day, mainly because he could last longer each time, and three times was too time-consuming. Also, every day I made him put my stockings on his penis and go home. Most nights before bed, he would do it again, then wash and dry them before giving them back to me the next day. It was very exciting.
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