Lecherous men

Click!

The shutter snapped, freezing Mom's alluring pose in that moment.

"Perfect! Absolutely perfect!"

Photographer Xiao Ma's excited voice came from behind the camera. "Miss Zhu, hold that pose. Yes, just like that. Make your gaze a bit colder—imagine you look down on everyone behind the lens!"

Mom's body was rigid to the extreme. She knew full well that with her skirt lifted, half her bare buttock was exposed to the cool air and the burning stares of the men present. That feeling was more humiliating than being stripped naked.

"Tsk tsk, now that's fucking professional!"

Mr. Wang's voice oozed with grease as he praised from the side. "Mr. Shen, just look at that ass, that chest! If we put this on our posters, those young guys would drink our soda every day until their fucking prostates got inflamed!"

"Mr. Wang, you really know how to joke."

Shen Yanxi giggled in agreement, but when she turned to her mother, her gaze was like a knife, coldly slicing through her. "Lingling, did you hear that? Mr. Wang is very pleased. But your expression is too stiff. Relax a bit, smile! Show us the confidence of a champion!"

Smile? Her mother sneered inwardly.

How could she possibly smile when being paraded like livestock for others to gawk at? "Click! Click!"

Xiao Ma snapped several more shots before setting down his camera and approaching with a frown.

"No good, Miss Zhu. Your arm lines are too tense—it lacks aesthetic appeal in photos."

As he spoke, he reached out naturally, grasping the wrist of the hand Mom had placed on her hip, intending to adjust her posture.

His palm was scorching hot, coated with a layer of sticky sweat.

The moment his fingers touched Mom’s skin, her slender body trembled, instinctively pulling back.

"Mmm..."

Xiao Ma seemed oblivious, his focus entirely on his "work."

He gently rocked her arm back and forth, searching for the perfect angle.

His body drew closer and closer to hers. The greasy scent, the foul stench of sweat, made her stomach churn.

"Yes... just lift your elbow a little higher..."

Xiao Ma gestured in the air, then, as if by accident, slowly lowered his hand.

His warm palm landed squarely on the side of her ample bosom. Through the thin fabric, Xiao Ma finally felt the astonishing softness and elasticity of her skin! "Ah!"

Her startled cry echoed as her body jerked backward.

"Ah... Sorry!"

Little Ma also yanked his hand back lightning-fast, his chubby face instantly flushing crimson as he stammered, "S-sorry! Miss Zhu! I... I just have this professional habit! Really, I was just trying to help adjust your bust line, nothing else!"

He backed away repeatedly as he spoke, but Mom clearly saw the rigid tent beneath his loose work pants—now even more imposing than when it had pressed against her buttocks earlier!

"Alright, alright, Xiao Ma, be more professional!"

Shen Yanxi's tone was distinctly impatient, carrying the air of a superior reprimanding a subordinate. Yet anyone could see she was casually brushing off this blatant sexual harassment directed at Mom.

She then turned to Mom: "Lingling, really, don't make such a fuss. The photographer was just trying to get the best shot. Come on, next pose!"

Xiao Ma, relieved as if granted a pardon, hurried back behind the camera. His voice trembled slightly as he instructed, "Next, we'll shoot the swing motion. We'll need a tennis racket."

Shen Yanxi had already prepared one. She retrieved a tennis racket from the nearby prop box and handed it to her mother, encouraging her with a smile, "Come on, my champion! Channel that competitive spirit you had on the court! Show these executives what you've got!"

Mom gripped the racket, feeling sweat bead on her palms.

She took a deep breath, adopting the professional athlete's stance from memory—sideways, knees bent, racket raised high.

"Perfect! Swing it! Make it powerful!"

Xiao Ma shouted from behind the lens.

Mom clenched her teeth, braced her core, and whipped her arm forward with force!

Whoosh— As she moved, the wind caught her ultra-short pleated skirt, lifting it completely. Like a blooming white flower, it exposed everything beneath—the nude landscape encased in flesh-colored stockings—fully revealed before everyone!

Her firm, rounded buttocks, the distinct crease carved by the stockings, even the intimate cleft between her buttocks, tightly encased in sheer fabric...

All lay exposed under the bright lights!

Simultaneously, her massive breasts bounced wildly with her movements, as if straining to burst free from the thin fabric and leap out!

"Holy shit!"

Mr. Zhao and Mr. Li couldn't hold back any longer, both exploding with profanity. Their eyes widened like copper bells, fixed intently on the springtime view of Mom.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

Mr. Wang suddenly shouted to halt the scene. Rising from the sofa with a displeased expression, he strode directly toward Mom. "The movements aren't right! Too stiff! No beauty at all!" As he spoke, he walked behind Mom and unceremoniously wrapped both hands around her slender waist, one on each side.

"Don't..."

Mom's body stiffened again, instinctively trying to struggle.

But Mr. Wang's arms tightened subtly, pinning her firmly in place. His chest pressed tightly against her back. Through his clothes, Mom could even feel his greasy heart pounding wildly.

"Don't move!"

Mr. Wang commanded. "I'll teach you!"

His hands began to roam over her waist, offering so-called "guidance" while shamelessly groping her.

"Twist your waist this way... yes... now lift your hips! With a butt like that, why wouldn't you show it off?"

His palm slid down her waistline, finally settling on her two plump, stocking-clad buttocks, where he gave them a firm squeeze.

"Mmm..."

Mom let out a muffled moan, her cheeks flushing crimson.

"Lingling, listen to Mr. Wang!"

Shen Yanxi's voice chimed in again, her tone seductive. "Mr. Wang is a pro! He knows exactly what men want to see. Be a good girl!"

"You hear that?"

Mr. Wang murmured into her ear while kneading her buttocks, his warm, musky breath tickling her neck. "Do as your sister says. Do whatever she tells you to do. Serve me well, and you'll reap the benefits later."

The other two executives egged her on from the sidelines.

"Brother Wang's right! That's how you sway your hips! Like a water snake—now that's a sight!"

"And those big tits need to jiggle! What's the point if they don't? Just like two lumps of dead meat!"

Xiao Ma watched from behind the camera, his mouth dry. He swallowed repeatedly, the bulge in his pants already hard and throbbing.

Under Shen Yanxi's "assistance" and the verbal humiliation from the three men, Mom abandoned her last resistance, allowing Mr. Wang to manipulate her body.

"One more time! Swing!"

Mom repeated the swing motion over and over.

With each swing, her skirt was lifted up to her waist.

With each swing, her breasts jiggled violently.

Mr. Wang stood behind her the entire time, his sinful hands never leaving her waist and buttocks.

"Click! Click! Click!"

The shutter clicked incessantly, capturing this absurd and lewd scene.

"Alright, that's a wrap for this set."

Mr. Wang finally grew bored. He released his grip, delivered a hard slap to Mom's buttocks, and then stepped back, satisfied.

Mom's legs felt weak. Kneeling on the floor, she gasped for breath, sweat soaking her back.

Just then, photographer Xiaoma's voice rang out again. He pulled a yellow tennis ball from the prop box and tossed it onto the floor beside Mom's feet. "Next shot: bend over and pick up the ball."

Mom's body froze instantly.

Bend over? In this skirt that was practically nothing? Bend over to pick up a ball? "Hurry up! What are you dawdling for?"

Mr. Wang urged impatiently.

"Exactly! Once Mr. Wang's done, we've got our shots to get!"

The other two executives chimed in unison.

Mom closed her eyes, a single clear tear silently sliding down her cheek.

She knew she had no choice.

Steeling herself, she slowly bent forward.

As she moved, her white tennis skirt billowed upward like a curtain being drawn, riding all the way up to her waist!

In an instant, her entire lower body—from her rounded silk-clad buttocks to her long, shapely legs, and the delicate, tender flesh beneath her stockings—was exposed, completely unobscured, before Mr. Wang's eyes!

The flesh-colored pantyhose were as thin as a cicada's wing, clinging tightly to every inch of Mom's skin. Under the light, one could even clearly see the texture of her skin beneath the stockings and the taut shape of her honeyed cleft.

"Whoa—"

Mr. Wang sucked in a sharp breath. He instinctively stepped forward, positioning himself behind Mom to admire the breathtaking view from above.

His gaze locked onto the deep cleft carved by the stockings between her two plump buttocks.

Through the sheer fabric, he could clearly make out the outline and color of her pussy...

"Tsk tsk tsk... That shape... It's... It's fucking perfect..."

Mr. Wang's throat made a gurgling sound, his voice muffled and slurred, as if a thick glob of phlegm was lodged in his throat, unable to rise or fall.

Mom sensed the gaze behind her, so greasy it felt like it could burn right through her. She quickly picked up the ball, just about to straighten up and use her skirt to cover that unspeakable view— "Don't move!"

Mr. Wang's voice suddenly rang out.

He actually took another step closer to Mom, practically pressing himself against her from behind. Then he slowly crouched down, positioning his gaze perfectly level with the cool crotch of her stockings.

"Mmm... Hmm..."

Mr. Wang acted like an appraiser, fingering his chin as he scrutinized Mom's silk-covered crotch.

"This... this color... pink..."

"In all my years... as an athlete... and coaching... I've seen plenty..."

"But this is the first time... Hmm... top-tier... truly top-tier!"

Mom felt like she was going mad. As she bent over, her silk-clad buttocks trembled in humiliation. She murmured, "No... Mr. Wang... no..."

But in that instant, Mr. Wang acted with lightning speed, suddenly thrusting out his stubby, thick index finger! "Swish—"

His fingertip pierced through the smooth stocking fabric, swiftly jabbing into Mom's soft, moist core!

"Mmmph~"

A soft gasp escaped her lips as her entire body trembled, her humiliation reaching its absolute peak! Mr. Wang withdrew his finger and held it to his nose.

"Hmm hmm hmm..."

He smacked his lips, then turned to boast to the other two old men, "She's already wet! Old Li, Old Zhao, come see! Top-notch! Absolutely top-notch!"

Hearing Wang's boast, Li and Zhao could no longer contain themselves. Exchanging a lecherous glance, they scrambled over, crouching on either side behind Mom.

"Let me see! Let me see!"

Zhao was the loudest, his massive head practically wedged between Mom's thighs. "Bro Wang, your finger... ...Tsk tsk, it's practically touched by divine grace!"

"You bet!"

President Li chimed in, his gaze fixed on the flesh tightly encased in stockings. "That color, that shape... It's so tempting even through the stockings. If you just ripped them off... Fuck, I can't even think about it, I really can't!"

Three greasy middle-aged men squatted shamelessly on the floor, scrutinizing Mom's pussy like they were picking pork at the market.

Those filthy words stabbed into Mom's ears, piercing her heart.

Humiliation, rage, disgust...

Every emotion reached its peak in that instant!

"Enough!"

Mom roared, snapping upright as her skirt fell back into place, concealing the unspeakable sight.

She turned, her eyes blazing crimson as she glared at the three men before her, her chest heaving with ragged breaths.

"You... you've gone too far!"

Yet, far from backing down in the face of her fury, the three men grinned even more excitedly, as if witnessing some amusing spectacle.

"Oh, getting heated?"

Mr. Wang rose slowly, tapping his finger—the very one that had just probed her private area—against his lips with a look of pure satisfaction. "I love it when they put up a fight! Spicy! Delicious!"

Just as Mom reached her breaking point, nearly ready to fight them, Shen Yanxi reappeared beside her.

"Oh my, gentlemen, what exactly are you doing?"

Shen Yanxi wore a feigned scolding smile. She stepped forward, symbolically shielding Mom behind her, and addressed the three executives: "Didn't I say? You'll have plenty of time to admire her later. You're so impatient you've scared my dear sister half to death—look how flushed she is! If you scare her away, where am I supposed to find another model this perfect for you?" "

Her words seemed to defuse the situation for her mother, but in reality, they only added fuel to the fire.

She casually dismissed her mother's anger and embarrassment as mere "shyness" and "being startled," instantly undermining the legitimacy of her mother's resistance and firmly pinning her into the role of a "commodity."

"Hahaha, Ms. Shen is absolutely right!"

Mr. Wang caught the hint and quickly backed down. "We were too hasty, offending our beauty. Miss Zhu, please don't be upset. We simply admire you so much we couldn't control ourselves—no other meaning intended."

Though he said "no other meaning," his eyes continued to roam unabashedly over Mom's heaving chest.

Shen Yanshi turned and gently patted Mom’s back, whispering softly in her ear, "My dear sister, don’t act out. Can’t you see what kind of people they are? What good will come from going head-to-head with them? Bite it back—just think of your son. Be a dear, listen to me."

Again—"think of your son."

Those four words instantly extinguished every last spark of her mother’s newly kindled fighting spirit.

Indeed, what right did she have to rage? She’d already pocketed those twenty thousand yuan. There was no turning back now.

Watching the fire in her mother’s eyes slowly die down, reduced to a lifeless ash, Shen Yanxi knew she’d regained control of the situation once more.

She smiled at Xiao Ma. "Xiao Ma, don't just stand there. Keep going. What's the next move?"

Xiao Ma pushed his glasses up and quickly replied, "The... next move is the jump catch."

"Jump?"

Mr. Wang's eyes lit up again. "That's great! I love watching that! Sports are all about movement!"

Shen Yanxi flashed her mother a gentle smile. "Did you hear that? Lingling, jump. Bring out your professional athlete spirit. Don't let Mr. Wang and the others down."

Her mother's body swayed. Her legs felt as heavy as if filled with lead.

Jump? Jump in this outfit? She couldn't even imagine how lewd that would look.

"I... I can't jump..."

She wanted to put up one last fight.

"Why wouldn't you be able to jump?"

Shen Yanxi wrapped her arm around her mother's shoulder, coaxing her like a caring older sister. "Have you forgotten? You're a champion. Jumping is as easy as eating and drinking for you, right? Come on, be a good girl. Start with the simplest thing—small jumps in place. Just get the feeling back."

Half-pushed, half-pulled by Shen Yanxi, Mom returned to the backdrop.

"Alright, feet together. Just bounce gently in place," Xiaoma directed from behind the camera.

Mom closed her eyes, lifted her feet, and began bouncing up and down.

With each movement, the pair of large, full breasts on her chest began to bounce wildly. The tight white tank top couldn't contain their surging motion. They were like two white rabbits trapped in a cage, bouncing and swaying violently up, down, left, and right with her body's rise and fall, as if they might burst through the thin fabric at any moment and leap out.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! These... these tits! Unbelievable!"

Zhao's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He slapped Li's thigh excitedly. "Look at that sway! Like two giant jellies! Imagine grabbing them—what a feeling that must be!"

Wang snorted coldly beside them, his eyes brimming with contempt for their vivid imaginations: Tits this perfect? Just grabbing them with your hands is a waste! You gotta get her on her hands and knees, fuck her from behind! Then watch those big tits jiggle right in front of her face—now that's fucking heaven on earth!"

These filthy words poured into Mom's ears. With every jump, it felt like she was dancing on the edge of a knife.

"Good, very good! Now switch to one-legged hops!"

Xiao Ma's voice rang out again.

Mom complied, lifting one leg and beginning to hop on the other.

The single-leg hops were much wider than the two-legged ones.

With each leap, her ultra-short pleated skirt was completely flipped up, repeatedly exposing her round buttocks, encased in flesh-colored stockings, to the crowd for brief moments.

At some point, Xiao Ma had crouched down, aiming his camera at Mom's lower body. From an extremely awkward angle, he frantically pressed the shutter button.

Mr. Wang walked directly behind Mom, crouching down like Xiao Ma. He tilted his head back, eyes wide, waiting for each moment the skirt flew up to catch that fleeting glimpse of springtime.

When the skirt's fragrant breeze brushed his cheek, he'd close his eyes, his face etched with pure ecstasy.

"Fragrant... so damn fragrant..."

Finally, the most humiliating part arrived.

"Miss Zhu, I'll raise the ball high. You must jump and touch it with your hand."

Xiao Ma held the yellow tennis ball, standing before Mom and raising it high above his head.

The height demanded Mom jump to reach it.

"Come on, our champion."

Shen Yanxi encouraged from the side, "Show them your bounce!"

Mom stared at that yellow tennis ball, feeling it wasn't just a ball but the final straw crushing her dignity.

She took two steps back, gathered momentum, and then leaped upward with every ounce of strength! In that split second of flight, gravity seemed to vanish.

Her tight tank top shot upward from the intense stretch, revealing her entire flat, toned abdomen and the two distinct lines of her six-pack.

Her miniskirt, predictably, flipped upward, exposing the alluring sight beneath—her flesh-colored stockings clinging tightly to her curves—in a 360-degree view for all to see!

"Smack!"

A sticky, fleshy thud echoed.

As Mom descended, Mr. Wang had somehow crouched beneath her landing spot. He spread his hands wide and caught her from below—directly cupping her two round, pert buttocks encased in stockings!

"Whoa, be careful!"

His voice feigned concern, yet his hands moved with blatant violation.

Mr. Wang's thick, meaty palms pressed tightly against Mom's buttocks, frantically kneading through the stockings, savoring their astonishing elasticity and firmness.

"Don't... don't touch me!"

Mom screamed, struggling to break free, but the momentum of her fall only made her sit down harder.

"Don't move! I'm just helping you steady your balance!"

Mr. Wang declared with righteous indignation, his hands growing increasingly brazen.

"Alright, alright, Mr. Wang. Your 'balancing' is a bit too thorough."

Shen Yanxi approached with a smile, her seemingly affectionate yet undeniably forceful movements "rescuing" Mom from Mr. Wang's grasp. She squeezed Mom's arm, her expression holding no trace of reproach toward Mr. Wang, instead tinged with playful teasing: "If you keep stabilizing her like this, Lingling's legs will go weak. How will we continue filming later?"

"Hahaha, weak knees are perfect! That's when she's most feminine!"

Mr. Wang reluctantly withdrew his hand, still savoring the astonishing elasticity and texture he'd felt. "I just love seeing her like this—wanting to resist but too scared to!"

"Next up: ten consecutive jumps!"

Xiao Ma announced the next command at just the right moment.

The three men understood perfectly, no longer content with a single angle. They formed a semicircle, surrounding Mom in the center.

Mr. Wang stood directly behind her—the prime spot for an unobstructed view beneath her skirt. Mr. Li and Mr. Zhao flanked her, one fixated on Mom's violently swaying ample breasts, the other lusting after her long, shapely legs encased in stockings.

The three men were fully prepared, poised to witness this spectacular "performance" from every possible angle.

Mom was utterly numb.

Her dignity, her pride—shattered into dust by the repeated leaps and repeated violations.

Now she was like a robot programmed to function, her mind a blank slate, mechanically executing commands.

She repeated the jumping motion over and over.

One, two, three...

Each leap was a public humiliation.

Her large, full breasts, now completely unrestrained, bounced wildly with unprecedented amplitude as her body rose and fell.

The already tight tank top stretched loose at the neckline, revealing glimpses of her deep cleavage. At the peak of each jump, a faint crimson mark could even be seen on her snow-white flesh!

"See that! See that!"

Mr. Li pointed excitedly at Mom's chest, drool nearly dripping from his mouth. "They're bouncing like waves! If that thing landed on you, it'd crush you to death!"

The pitifully short skirt hem predictably flew up with every leap, unfurling like a small umbrella to repeatedly expose the bare crotch of her stockings beneath to the three men.

"Fuck! Over here! You can see it from this side too!"

Zhao shouted excitedly. From his side angle, he could clearly see the base of Mom's thighs, tightly encased in stockings, every time she jumped.

Mr. Wang remained silent throughout, his gaze fixed straight ahead. Each time Mom's skirt reached its highest point, his Adam's apple would visibly bob.

They watched like spectators at the most thrilling circus act. With every humiliating leap Mom made, they exchanged knowing, lecherous chuckles.

Four, five, six...

Under the weight of extreme shame, Mom's strength rapidly drained. Sweat streamed like rivulets from her forehead and neck, soaking through her thin tank top. The already semi-transparent fabric became even more see-through, clinging tightly to her body and tracing the distinct outlines of her already erect nipples.

Her breathing grew increasingly ragged. With each landing, her legs trembled, her knees buckling in waves.

Seven, eight...

Her lungs felt ready to burst, and darkness threatened to overtake her vision.

Each leap demanded every ounce of strength left in her body.

Nine...

As she completed the tenth jump, the moment her feet touched the floor, she could no longer hold herself up. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the floor with a thud.

Sweat soaked through her clothes, clinging tightly to her body and tracing the curves of her voluptuous figure. Her thighs, encased in stockings, trembled slightly from exhaustion. The white tennis skirt lay in disarray at her thighs, half-exposing, half-concealing, adding a touch of tragic beauty to the humiliation.

Mom gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently. Every ounce of strength seemed drained from her body—she couldn’t even lift a finger.

It's over...

Isn't it over?

Just as she thought this nightmare might finally end, Shen Yanxi approached her mother, heels clicking softly, a smile playing on her lips. She knelt down slowly, reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from her mother's cheek.

"Well done, dear. We've finished the jump-and-catch sequence. The effect is excellent."

Her voice was so gentle, so melodious.

She paused, her warm breath brushing against her mother's sensitive earlobe as she whispered softly, "But there's one final move left... the ground stretch."