The Coerced Beauty: Three Teacher MILFs in White Stockings

As they got into bed, the rope returned to Dah Hu's hands. He chuckled softly and commanded, "Teacher, put your hands behind your back." "Mmm, okay." Li Shuxia understood the young man's intentions and didn't object. The door was already locked, so there was no fear of being seen. Her fair, tender arms were obediently placed behind her back, her hands clasped together, ready to be bound. Then she remembered something and asked, "Oh, right, I haven't taken off my clothes yet!" "Heh heh, no rush," Dah Hu replied with a smile. "Wearing this tank top will make things more interesting later." Li Shuxia sat on the edge of the bed, her legs encased in white pantyhose dangling down, her white-stockinged feet resting on the floor. Hearing the young man's words, she twisted her waist, turning to present her back to Dah Hu, awaiting the binding. Though a little nervous, the female teacher wasn't afraid. After all, she and Dah Hu had been secretly involved for over half a year; this wasn't their first time, and she trusted him completely. Dah Hu said nothing more. Holding the rope, his heart pounded with excitement. He took a deep breath, straightened a length of the rope, and instead of directly binding the teacher's clasped hands behind her back, he draped it over the nape of her neck. "Huh? What kind of binding is this? Aren't you supposed to tie my hands?" Feeling the rope against the back of her neck, the teacher asked curiously. "This is the most professional Shibari technique from the East. I've studied it for a long time before daring to experiment on you, Teacher. What's the fun in just tying hands? I'm not a kidnapper," Dah Hu explained with a smile. The rope was already in motion. With her neck as the central point, he pulled the rope outwards on both sides, letting it run along her shoulders to her front, then threading it under her armpits before pulling it back behind her. "You brat, if you put this much effort into math formulas, English words, poetry, or idioms, your grades would soar!" Li Shuxia couldn't help but tease him with a laugh. Dah Hu's method of binding her was actually quite amusing. She turned her head to look at her arms behind her back. The two strands of white cotton rope, threaded under her armpits and brought back behind her, were now being wound around her arms by Dah Hu's hands. The teacher couldn't help but recall scenes from historical dramas and war movies where captured women were bound in a similar fashion, often called "five-flower binding." The binding method Dah Hu was using on Li Shuxia was indeed a tight "five-flower bind." Although he still seemed a bit clumsy, he had clearly put in a lot of effort. He had secretly practiced with the rope at home many times in the past few days, but lacked a subject for his experiments. He had relied solely on his own fumbling, and surprisingly, his practice had led to proficiency. As he wound the rope tighter and tighter, the teacher felt a genuine sense of constriction around her body, an indescribable thrill that made her breath catch. "This is actually quite something!" Li Shuxia thought to herself, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. With her arms pressed against her back, she couldn't see clearly even when turning her head. Judging by the tightening sensation on her arms, she could tell the rope was spiraling down her upper arms, past her elbows, then down her forearms to her wrists. Dah Hu then crossed her wrists and finally tied them together, binding her hands. But the rope's movement didn't stop there. The mature woman let out a soft moan, "Ah..." "Teacher, this might hurt a little, you'll have to bear with it!" Dah Hu said, and then proceeded to pull upwards on her bound, crossed wrists. He didn't dare use too much force, afraid of causing her to cry out in pain. While offering comfort, he applied pressure, steadily raising her arms. At this point, her crossed wrists moved upwards with the pull of the rope. Her arms, hanging behind her, began to bend inwards, her forearms becoming parallel to the ground, her wrists elevated above her forearms. Her arms behind her back formed the pose of "Rear-Hand Offering to the Goddess." She didn't know that in Japanese rope art, this had a professional name: "Rear-Hand High-Position Bind." The sensation was certainly not pleasant; her wrists and arms ached from being forcibly pulled upwards. "Ouch, why are you pulling so hard? This pose is so awkward!" Although she knew this was a game the young man was playing with her, the pain in her wrists made the teacher complain. "Teacher, please bear with it. It's only interesting and stimulating when it's bound like this!" While Dah Hu cherished Li Shuxia's body, at this moment, he was completely absorbed in the pleasure of binding the sexy, mature woman. He spoke words of comfort, but his hands increased the pressure. After pulling her hands up, he arranged her arms behind her back into a sensual, pale 'W' shape. Then, he took the rope again, looped it around her shoulders, brought it to her front, threaded it under her armpits again, and finally pulled it along her back, gathering the two strands in the middle to tie and secure them. It was like adding sturdy white suspenders, and her bound hands could no longer be lowered, not even a little. This was why Dah Hu had made Li Shuxia wear a white tank top. He had a mischievous idea. He pulled the hem of the tank top upwards, all the way above her breasts. The high-elasticity fabric bunched up, resembling a strip of cloth pulled up to her chest. Her full, ample breasts then emerged, unrestrained, like two happy white rabbits popping out. Viewed from the front, it looked like she had deliberately lifted her tank top to expose her chest in a seductive manner. "Oh my, you're going to let me show my breasts like this?" Although her arms ached, causing the teacher to involuntarily writhe her delicate body, the movement made her full breasts sway from side to side. Her cheeks flushed, and she complained verbally, but a lewd smile played on her lips. Li Shuxia hadn't expected that, despite the painful binding, her body felt a wave of heat and a strange sense of pleasure. The sight of her exposed breasts, with her top lifted, was shameful, yet being gazed at by the young man's eyes made her feel a tingling sensation below, a truly stimulating feeling that made her instinctively clench her legs wrapped in white pantyhose. "Heh heh, Teacher, do you miss me so much that you're not even wearing a bra? Then let me give you one, so you don't feel so exposed," Dah Hu said with a wicked grin. He hadn't brought a bra with him. All he had picked up was the remaining white cotton rope.

"There are clothes prepared for you in the closet, and a pink box. Bring them over, put them on in front of the camera, and then open the box." Little Cat's eyes lit up like a wolf's as he gazed at his mother's body, which was even sexier than when she was naked, especially her legs encased in white stockings. "What kind of embarrassing clothes could they be?" Li Shuxia guessed they wouldn't be proper attire. But when she opened the closet, she sighed inwardly at what was presented. These could hardly be called clothes. From the outside, it looked like a white qipao, but to the female teacher, it was simply a pair of stockings. The material used for this white qipao was thin, sheer white hosiery. It was a sleeveless white qipao, made of highly elastic stocking material, and it was short. How short? The naked female teacher stood before the camera and put on this tight, high-stretch stocking qipao. The hem barely covered her white-stocking-clad buttocks. Furthermore, the qipao had slits on both sides, with seams extending all the way to the waist. After putting on the white stocking qipao

"Mmm... mmm..." Li Shuxia was puzzled. Why wasn't this man in a hurry to rape her? The last one had impatiently thrown himself on her, but this one kept pushing her back, making her rear end hit the headboard. Now he was telling her to move back further, and she was already in a sitting position. Was he going to play with her while she sat? Even amidst her shame and fear, the female teacher's curiosity got the better of her, and she couldn't help but fantasize about being played with while sitting. But based on her experience, she couldn't imagine how intercourse would be possible in such a seated position. A Long didn't rape the female teacher. He pushed Li Shuxia until she was sitting against the headboard of the bed, then picked up the stockings he had prepared: a pair of white pantyhose with a golden letter pattern. "Teacher Li, the white stockings you were wearing earlier had black letters. Now I'm changing them to gold ones, which look more noble, don't they? Do you like the gift from your student?" A Long spoke respectfully, shaking the white stockings in his hand. The two stocking legs, covered in golden letter patterns, dangled down and swayed. The

"Wuwu... wuwu..." Li Shuxia panicked, shoving the perverted thing into her pussy, yet she had put on her stockings. Did that mean she wasn't going to pull this damned thing out! However, the female teacher's muffled moans were in vain. Little Cat then had Ah Long take the white stockings that had previously bound Li Shuxia's legs. He stretched open the opening of one stocking and then grabbed his mother's beautiful white-stockinged feet, forcing them together. "Wuwu..." As her legs were forced together, the swelling and stimulation inside her pussy intensified, and the female teacher let out another muffled cry. Ah Long was responsible for stretching open the stocking he held, aiming for the female teacher's beautiful white-stockinged legs. Li Shuxia dared not resist, not even making any extra movements, only writhing slightly due to discomfort. This made Ah Long's actions much easier. Soon, the female teacher's feet were encased in a white stocking, which Ah Long then gripped and pulled up along her beautiful white-stockinged legs. Her legs, forced together, were now wrapped within the tube of a single white stocking. As the stocking was pulled up

Seeing his mother speechless, her pretty face flushed, Xiaomao chuckled. He admitted to himself that he was also intimidated by his mother. Last time, he had put a hood on her, blocking her ears so she couldn't identify him, and treated her like a toy, which was how he managed to go through with it. Now, facing her directly, his usually strict mother, he could only say he was lucky not to have suffered the same fate as Dahhu. Xiaomao laughed for a while. Though he felt awkward, it bolstered his courage. He continued, "Dahhu is my good friend, my childhood buddy. We grew up together. He at least calls you Auntie, or Teacher Li. And you, you actually made a move on my brother? Did you consider how Ah Long and I would feel? Did you consider how Dahhu's mother, Teacher Fang, would feel?" This accusation, like catching someone in the act of infidelity, made Li Shuxia feel guilty and embarrassed. The words of reprimand she had habitually used for her son, words she had finally gathered the courage to speak, were blocked by Xiaomao's fabricated reasons. Her mind was in a whirl. At that moment, she wriggled her body and realized her hands and feet were still bound. Her skirt, since being completely lifted by Dahhu, exposed her crotch covered by white stockings as she spread her legs. Especially since she wasn't wearing underwear beneath the stockings, the crotch of her pantyhose was now a large wet patch. In her shame and panic, Li Shuxia quickly regained her senses and said urgently, "Then you can't tie me up like this. Xiaomao, I'm your mother, untie me. Hurry!" Her usual maternal authority still lingered. As her voice rose, Xiaomao flinched. Dahhu and Ah Long, seeing Xiaomao falter, grew anxious but were too embarrassed to step in, as Xiaomao was clearly in charge. Xiaomao paused, then forced himself to calm down, chuckling again to bolster his spirits. He continued, "Hmph, untie me? Untie me for what? To do that with Dahhu again? We have evidence of your shameful deeds. Believe it or not, we can tell Dahhu's mother, and Ah Long's mother, and let them know what kind of woman you are!" This struck Li Shuxia's weak spot. If there was a humiliating video, she would be completely under their control. If her two best friends found out she had been violated, even if they pitied her, she wouldn't be able to face them. Moreover, if Fang Hui found out about what she had done with Dahhu, she would probably fight her to the death. Yu Meijie would also think she was a shameless slut. With these threats, Li Shuxia couldn't maintain her tough facade. Though anger still simmered within her, Li Shuxia glared, her lips twitching. Her bound body trembled, but she endured, her tone shifting to a plea, "Untie my hands and feet, and I won't blame you anymore. I won't do these things again, alright?" After speaking, Li Shuxia looked at her son's gaze fixed on her body and immediately regretted it. Recalling the experience of being violated by these three young boys a few days ago, she understood that her son didn't want this promise. Letting her go wouldn't be that simple. Xiaomao's words confirmed her thoughts. He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, then smirked sinisterly, "We're all adults now, don't you understand

Hiding silently, the female teacher couldn't help but let her mind wander. She couldn't bear it any longer and squatted for a long time. Her entire weight pressed down on her feet, encased in burgundy stockings and tight high heels, which gradually became swollen and painful. Her bent legs, also clad in stockings, ached. Yu Meijie felt uncertain and worried about her son, so she couldn't resist peeking out from the side door of the refrigerator to see what was happening outside the kitchen. The moment she poked her head out, just past the refrigerator, she shivered in fright. The gag in her mouth made her let out a muffled cry of terror. A Long was grinning, standing on the other side of the refrigerator, clearly waiting for her to show herself! In fact, A Long knew exactly where his mother was throughout the entire process. Yu Meijie had tried her best to minimize the sound of her movements, believing her son couldn't hear her. However, she had to maintain some speed, and sounds were inevitable. Although faint, A Long could still hear them. And when he was counting, he hadn't been honestly facing the wall with his eyes closed. Hearing the sound of his mother's stocking-clad feet leaving the room, he turned around and quietly watched from the doorway. While still reciting the numbers, he deliberately lowered his voice, as if the sounds were still coming from inside the room, but his eyes were secretly following his mother as she descended the stairs. Then, he quietly went to the top of the stairs. After all, he wasn't wearing shoes, and his footsteps on the floor were even lighter. Seeing his mother go downstairs and then head towards the kitchen, A Long quietly followed. By the time he finished counting, he had already noticed his mother entering the kitchen. In this small space, the only things that could conceal her body were the gap between the cabinets and the refrigerator. A Long walked towards the kitchen and, seeing no sign of his mother, knew his guess was correct. His footsteps became even lighter, and Yu Meijie didn't hear him at all. With a slight turn of his body, he could see her burgundy stocking-clad knee, the one closest to her body, as she squatted down. Even seeing a small part of it confirmed his mother's location. A Long didn't rush to find his mother; instead, like a mischievous child, he quietly walked to the other side of the refrigerator and stood there, waiting for his mother to peek out. It was a complete game of cat and mouse, trapping her like a turtle in a jar! Seeing her son waiting with a smile, Yu Meijie's initial panic turned into despair. Caught by her son, there was no escaping the enema! A Long grabbed the white thigh-high stocking connected to the collar around his mother's neck and pulled her up like a farm animal. He then happily called out for her to go upstairs, dragging her along. The half-resisting female teacher was forced to move her beautiful legs, clad in burgundy thigh-high stockings, step by step, back to the second floor. In the bathroom of their home, she knelt before her son. "Don't be scared, Mom. This enema liquid is imported, and it works wonders. It'll clean out your intestines completely. It's a great way to detoxify and beautify your skin. I heard some beauty salons even offer this special service!" A Long brought over a basin of water and sprinkled a packet of blue powder into it. "Mom, you're so lucky to have your son helping you with this. Teacher Li hasn't even enjoyed this special service yet!" A Long was, of course, referring to Xiao Mao's mother, Li Shuxia. But Yu Meijie looked at the liquid in the basin, which had turned a light blue and emitted a faint fragrance. This was the enema liquid her son had mentioned, and she felt no relief. After entering the bathroom, her burgundy high heels were removed. Her hands were still tied behind her back with white thigh-high stockings. Her legs, clad in burgundy thigh-high stockings, were bent, and her delicate body knelt down. Her upper body then leaned forward and down, so her feet were forward, with the balls of her feet on the tiled floor, her knees supporting her body. Her upper body was bent forward, her head forced down, her pretty face pressed against the cold floor, and her bare buttocks were raised high. Her anus, and her private area devoid of pubic hair, were thus exposed behind her. A Long, standing to the side of her body, pulled the plunger of the syringe, drawing the light blue enema liquid into the barrel. The liquid level moved along the markings on the syringe, quickly reaching the 500cc mark from 100cc, filling the syringe with enema liquid. A Long picked it up and

Fang Hui was shocked to find herself sitting face-to-face with Li Shuxia. Their bodies were pressed together, skin against skin. Both were mothers, having nursed children, with full, sensual breasts. Now, at this close proximity, their ample mounds of flesh were intimately touching, pressing against each other! Fang Hui had thought she was dreaming, but the real sensation against her breasts quickly made her realize it was all too real! Indeed, even though they were both clothed, their chests were exposed and in intimate contact with each other's bare breasts! Fang Hui was wearing a brown, bandeau-style sports bra, her undergarment from when she arrived. Now, it was pulled up above her breasts, completely freeing her ample mounds. Li Shuxia was wearing a black, tight-fitting, U-neck short-sleeved t-shirt. However, the neckline had been pulled down, and due to the high elasticity of the black t-shirt, it was stretched down to below her breasts. Her two full mounds peeked out from the neckline, constricted at their base by the t-shirt's fabric, making them appear even more perky and firm, pressing even more intimately against Fang Hui's. Fang Hui was astonished by the intimate, even debauched, situation she was in with Li Shuxia and naturally wanted to separate immediately. But as she struggled, she was even more surprised to find that she couldn't pull away from Li Shuxia; they were completely stuck together! What was their current state? Fang Hui's upper body was covered by the brown sports bra, and she was wearing white pantyhose. Li Shuxia wore a black, tight-fitting short-sleeved t-shirt and also white pantyhose. They sat facing each other, their bodies touching. Fang Hui's hands were stretched forward, passing under Li Shuxia's arms and around her back, as if embracing her. Her hands were behind Li Shuxia, wrists crossed and tightly bound together with a pair of white thigh-high stockings. It was this stocking binding that kept Fang Hui's arms in an embrace around Li Shuxia's body, preventing her hands from separating and her body from moving back. Fang Hui's legs were also stretched forward, above Li Shuxia's legs, reaching around her waist from the sides and extending behind her. Her white-stocking-clad feet were behind Li Shuxia, also bound tightly together at the ankles with another pair of white thigh-high stockings, preventing separation. Fang Hui was in this posture, embracing Li Shuxia's body, her own white-stocking-clad thighs pressing against Li Shuxia's white-stocking-clad legs, held in place by the bound hands and feet. Fang Hui strained to look at her own body and then at Li Shuxia's. She discovered that Li Shuxia was in a similar position. Li Shuxia was also sitting on the bed, with her hands and legs stretched forward. The slight difference was that Li Shuxia's hands had wrapped around the outside of Fang Hui's arms and gone behind herself, where they were bound together at the wrists with white thigh-high stockings, not passing under her own armpits. Her white-stocking-clad legs were also below Fang Hui's thighs, extending behind her, and her feet were bound together at the ankles with white thigh-high stockings. The two female teachers sat there, in almost identical positions, embracing each other, their hands and feet bound, becoming a single, inseparable entity! "Ah..." Unable to pull her body away, Fang Hui could only retract her head, feeling a tightening, painful restraint around her neck, causing her to cry out. "Mmm... mmmph..." At the same time, Li Shuxia across from her also cried out, but it was a muffled groan. Her mouth was filled with a red gag ball, forcing her mouth open but sealing it shut. She bit down on the red silicone ball, only able to emit a pained whimper. Why did both of them feel pain? It was because both Li Shuxia and Fang Hui had white faux-leather collars around their necks. The collars fit snugly against their necks, not suffocating them, but providing a distinct tactile sensation of leather against skin. A thin metal chain connected the collars, spaced about 10 centimeters apart. This was what kept Fang Hui and Li Shuxia so tightly embraced, making it impossible to separate. The two female teachers were bound in almost the same way. The only difference was that Li Shuxia wore the red gag ball, allowing her only to make muffled sounds, while Fang Hui's mouth was not obstructed, enabling her to voice her panicked question: "What in the world is going on?!" Fang Hui's mind raced, desperately trying to recall what had happened before. She tried hard to remember. She clearly recalled arriving at Li Shuxia's home and seeing not the hostess, Li Shuxia, in the living room downstairs, but another guest, the female teacher Yu Meijie. Recalling the events that followed, she remembered going upstairs with Yu Meijie, entering Li Shuxia's bedroom, and then... Fang Hui remembered Yu Meijie's appearance. At that time, Yu Meijie was wearing a black tight-fitting short-sleeved t-shirt, a white short skirt, and white pantyhose on her legs – the exact same clothes Li Shuxia was wearing now! The white pantyhose on her legs were also identical! Her hair was styled in a neat bun, though now it was slightly messy, with a strand of hair falling across her forehead. It was even similar to Fang Hui's own hairstyle! Fang Hui's mind reeled. It was unbelievable. She remembered clearly having an intimate encounter with Yu Meijie in this bedroom. Weren't the white pantyhose she was wearing now the ones Yu Meijie had found for her in the closet! But then, why was it Li Shuxia embracing her on the bed now, and why couldn't they separate! Fang Hui was shocked and felt a bit disoriented. Had it been Li Shuxia she had been intimate with then? She continued to rack her brain, trying to recall, but it was like a blackout. She simply couldn't remember. In this situation, Fang Hui no longer felt certain whether it had been Yu Meijie or Li Shuxia who had entered the bedroom with her! As Fang Hui was still trying to make sense of the situation, she heard a sound that shocked her even further!