I had introduced myself to her, Moira was her name. I could only equate the softness and sweetness of her voice and smile with the subtle lovely smell of rain as it falls on a parched desert land. Thinking about her gave me chills. I didn’t know if she wore stockings, but crazily enough, i didn’t give a damn. I wanted her more than anything else I’ve ever desired. All those expensive toys I wanted as a child, the desire then doesn’t even match my desire for Moira, which is a pebble to a mountain in terms of size.

I wasn’t sure if I could get away with dating her, I had wrecked my oldsmobile and was only driving my mom’s car. I don’t think I could have had a night out with Moira. It was unfortunate that circumstances seemed to conspire to keep my lust unsatisfied, unsatiated and ultimately, unquenched.

One day I for some reason was a little frisky. Usually I was very shy around women, but I suppose knowing her for the past few weeks, hearing what she usually talks about on the phone while I looked at the rentals made me more comfortable opening up. I had taken a magazine off the shelf and noticed an ad for a spy movie featuring a woman wearing a smart black jacket and a tight white blouse, but my attention was first drawn to her skirt was a little too short, exposing her garterbelts, at least 3 or 4 inches and the end where they were tightly holding up some beautiful off-brown stockings. My heart jumped as this was my opportunity to joke around and hopefully not get my ass kicked by Moira. No one was in the store and I came around to her and showed her the exciting picture which had seized control of my libido.

“This is how you should dress everyday Moira!”
Moira laughed sweetly.
“I wore that yesterday.”
I was confused, not quite understanding what she meant.
“What do you mean Moira?”
“Oh, I wore the same outfit, except for the skirt, it wasn’t quite so short.”
My mouth instantly became dry and my pulse and breathing rate skyrocketed. She must have noticed I was in the initial stages of being insanely horny.
It took all the residual energy I had to squeak out the next few words, all the blood from my brain had gone southward.
“You-mean… you had on garterbelts and stockings?!”
“Yes, too bad you weren’t here.”
“Will, you… please show me them sometime?” I was still breathing heavy. The counter between me and Moira was the only thing keeping her from seeing evidence of my sexual excitement.
“Yes” she said sweetly, but rolling her eyes.

I had dreams about her. Everytime I came in I felt like I was being annoying, she wasn’t wearing garterbelts any of the days I came in, which was damn near five times a week. I was mad but I was willing to be nice simply because I liked her and was willing to be as nice as I could possibly be to see her in her skimpy and sexy little sussies.

One day however, I came in and asked what happened to Moira. The guy working there told me she had quit. All the energy just came out of me. I didn’t have energy to do much anymore. Now i have even less. Maybe it was wrong and maybe it was psycho or sick to ever request of a woman that she reveal her intimate apparel. I didn’t really care.

I must have sat in the car for half an hour crying before i finally got up the will power to drive home. I still think about her a lot and fantasize not so much sexually about her, but about what could have been. Even though I had no right to do what I did I still felt jilted, cheated, hurt in so many ways. It’s depressed me a lot, but I guess I have to carry on anyway…

It was a beautiful spring morning in North Carolina, the kind of morning you always picture when thinking about the beauty of the South. Sunny and warm, with just a hint of a breeze to refresh. It was also a Sunday morning and Glenn was straightening his tie in the mirror as he prepared for church. Glenn was 28 and from New York. He had a good job in advertising, was making plenty of money and already owned a small house on Long Island. What he didn’t have was a girlfriend. Anymore, that is. In fact, he had a fiancée, but he broke it off after catching her with and ex-boyfriend. That happened four months ago and had turned his life upside down. Despite his friends best efforts he had been unable to find someone new. He was taking a week off to visit with his favourite aunt whose fiftieth birthday was later in the week. A big party had been planned and he didn’t want to miss it. Besides, he figured it might clear his head and maybe change his luck. Aunt Jenny gave a quick knock and poked her head in his room. Come on already, she said. We’re going to be late. The ride to the church was short and pleasant. Glenn made small talk with his Aunt Jenny and her husband, Ken. As a boy, he had made plenty of trips to North Carolina with his Mom. After she passed, the trips became less frequent, but he still enjoyed the friendly atmosphere and slower pace.

Aunt Jenny and Uncle Ken were in the church choir and they told Glenn to find a seat near the front and they would see him later in the service. Sit up straight and behave, Aunt Jenny joked, none of that big city attitude. Glenn found a seat near the front and busied himself with the church program while the organ signalled the service was about to begin. He was busy scanning the congregation to his left and didn’t notice her sit down. When he finally did turn her way, the first thing he noticed was her shoe. It was an exquisite white pump with what he guessed to be about a four inch heel. It casually bounced up and down as a sexy gold heart shaped anklet was the next thing to capture his eye. He continued his gaze upwards, past the tight, knee length white skirt and over the trim waist until he reached the large swell of her breasts that jutted out proudly underneath a sky blue blouse. Expensive pearls framed a slender neck leading to the face of an angel. He continued to stare until they locked eyes and Glenn was suddenly aware that she had caught him. He had amateurishly checked her out from head to foot and had been caught like a horny eighth grader. She laughed softly and ran a well manicured hand through her shoulder length curly blonde hair. The sermon began but Glenn didn’t hear a word of it. They were the only two in their row and she sat about six feet from him. She was a walking Southern wet dream and he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He kept sneaking glances. He tried to be subtle but she had to sense it. She re-crossed her legs and her skirt rode up a bit higher. Glenn could barely sit still. The preacher, an older balding man, was going on about church business and happenings, but all Glenn could think about was her legs. They were wrapped in a dark tan shade of nylon, the gold anklet winking at him as the light played on it.

The goddess continued to cross and re-cross her legs every few minutes and her skirt was now slightly above her knees.
Looking away, Glenn was lost in thought as the first hymn began. He looked up to find the beautiful stranger standing next to him, an open hymnal in her hands. We can share if you like, she said in an achingly sexy southern drawl. Glenn nodded and stood next to her. He sang quietly, as did she, their bodies close. He could feel her arm against his and he tried to focus every nerve ending in his body into that arm. He sang the words robotically, barely able to concentrate. Finally the song ended and they sat down. She was closer. Not right on top of him, but definitely closer. Glenn’s heart began to beat faster. When she had her head down and her eyes closed in prayer, he took the time to really study her. She looked to be in her mid-twenties and was just gorgeous — smooth, fair skin, delicate cheekbones, rich full lips…like a Barbie doll come to life. She was looking at him again. The prayer had ended and he got caught staring a second time. He sat up and stared straight ahead. This is getting embarrassing, he thought, get a grip. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed movement. She had crossed her legs again. He tried hard not to look. He tried to concentrate on the sermon about the weakness of the flesh, but he couldn’t. Her legs were calling him. He was trying to resist, trying to ignore them and then…she leaned over to adjust her ankle bracelet. It had gotten caught on her nylons and she was fixing it and smoothing the nylon when she caught him staring. Sometimes it gets caught, she whispered. He just nodded and she sat back and began bobbing her shoe again. He was starting to feel very warm despite the church’s air conditioning. He finally tore his gaze away and tried to concentrate on the sermon. He spotted his Aunt Jenny in the choir seating behind the pulpit and they exchanged smiles. For a couple of moments he stared at the back of the head of the man in front of him, trying to bore a hole into his skull with his eyes. But it was no use; he heard the rustle of her nylons alerting him to the fact that she had crossed her legs again. He gave up fighting it and turned his head towards her. The skirt was now well above the knee, her right leg crossed over her left and his eyes travelled down those wonderful legs, down until he reached her sexy pump which was now…dangling. Oh man, he thought. That is soooo sexy. He was staring now. He didn’t even try to hide it. Her pump was dangling precariously on her toes and the front part of her foot, still bobbing slightly to an imaginary beat. It was then he noticed the darkened shade of nylon on her heel. The heel was‚ reinforced and probably the toe as well. That meant only one thing: stockings. Glenn was hard before he knew it. He watched, transfixed, as the heel slid more and more off her foot with each bob. Finally, as if in slow motion, he watched as it fell completely off. It made a small sound as it hit the floor. Indeed, there was also a darkened patch of nylon covering her toes. Glenn’s suit pants popped up like a tent. He never noticed the blonde’s shy smile at this fact. He was beyond noticing anything other than her legs and feet. Without thinking, he was quickly leaning over and kneeling to pick up her shoe. He picked up the pump and held it in his hand for a moment, caressing it. He was now eye level with her foot and he drank it in for a moment before looking up into her face. She looked down at him and held her foot out. Would you mind? She whispered. Dumbstruck, Glenn held her shoe for her and she began to slide her foot back into it. He helped her ease her foot in, lightly caressing her insole and ankle as he did so. She smiled back down at him. After he helped her, he sat back up. Realizing he had a raging hard-on, he tried to cover it with the hymnal. She laughed softly and looked away. Suddenly, the rest of the congregation was standing for the next hymn. How could he stand up like this? He didn’t know what to do when suddenly her voice was in his ear. Tell you what; maybe you should just keep that good book where it is, sugar. We can share my hymnal again for this one. Nodding he joined her in standing, all the while covering himself. She held her hymnal out for both of them, standing very close now. Their hips were touching and he could feel the firm swell of her breast against his arm. This was the point in the sermon where they sang two hymns in a row. As they finished they first, the young blonde leaned in and whispered; now I have to excuse myself for a moment. You turn to the next hymn and I’ll see you shortly. She moved off down the aisle and disappeared. Glenn looked around in embarrassment; sure everyone had noticed his predicament. No one was looking at him or laughing or pointing. He took a deep breath and exhaled. He flipped through the hymnal to the page for the next song and he found the note. Sugar, Give me two minutes and then meet me downstairs by the ladies room. Shutting the hymnal and stuffing the note in his pocket he quickly moved down the aisle and into the back of the church. He took the stairs two at a time and when he reached the basement, he searched down the corridor until he found the ladies room. Hesitant, he slowly pushed the door open. Hello? He began. Suddenly he was pulled from behind into a storage closet. He stood face to face with the object of his desires. She stepped forward and gave him a passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth eagerly. After a few moments, she stepped away. C’mon, baby, she breathed, he’s long winded, but we don’t have that much time. I already locked the door. Get your clothes off. She began undressing. Soon the blouse was off, revealing a large, firm set of breasts that threatened to spill over the lacy white bra she wore. Glenn stared awestruck. She shimmied out of the skirt next, a matching white garter belt and thong coming into view. She looked at him as he removed his shirt. Judging by the way you were staring all morning, I’ll assume you’d like me to leave the stockings and heels on, she asked. He could only nod yes. She stepped close to him. What’s your na… he began. Shh, she cut him off. No names. It’s better this way. She attacked his pants, unbuckling them. Finally open, she yanked downward, his pants and boxers pooling at his feet. She wrapped her hand around his hardness, stroking him back and forth, precum already glistening at his head. Mmmm…nice sugar, she purred, Ò I can’t wait to feel this inside me. She leaned in and kissed him hard. Their tongues danced as her hands played with his manhood, one hand stroking his cock, the other hand kneading his balls. Glenn’s hands fumbled with her bra, finally unhooking it. She leaned back to discard it, slowly, teasingly her full breasts came into view. They were perfect, Glenn thought. Large and firm, with large pink aerioles. She pulled his head down to them and he went willingly. Taking her breast in his mouth, he sucked hard, teasing the nipple with his tongue. Oh yes, she cried, that’s it. Bite on my nipples…ohhh… Glenn did just that, kissing and sucking and biting. He also slid his hands down and took hold of her sumptuous ass and started squeezing both cheeks in succession, lightly running his index finger along the crack of her ass underneath her thong. Oh, yes. That feels good, she said, I’ve got to have you inside me. She stepped away from him and turned her back. She began to slowly slide her thong down her beautifully sculpted stocking clad legs. Glenn watched, feeling as though he was dreaming. She stepped out of the thong, spread her legs and bent over the janitors sink. She looked back at him over her shoulder. Flipping her hair out of the way, she fixed him with a look that screamed slut.

We don’t have time for any bullshit, honey. She demanded. Right now, I want it hard. I want it fast. And I want it from behind.

She stuck her wonderful ass out to him as an invitation and Glenn didn’t need to be told twice.

Stroking his 7’ cock as he moved towards her, Glenn realized he’d never been this turned-on in his life. He wanted to enjoy this moment. He began to slowly rub his cock up and down and around her pussy lips. She was completely shaved and it felt wonderful. She was already so wet and he slipped in and around, teasing — never putting more than just the tip of his dick inside her. It was driving her crazy.

Please, sugar, she cried, don’t tease me. Stick it in. Please.

He continued to tease. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear, Why not? You teased me all morning. Flashing your stockings at me, making my dick so hard it hurt. You don’t deserve to get fucked.

No, please, she wailed, please. I’m sorry I teased you. I’m sorry. I just need it so bad right now. Just do it, please.

Back and forth he rubbed, all over her pussy lips. She was drenched.

So that’s what you really want? To get fucked? He hissed.

Yes! Fuck me! she cried, That’s what I need. To get fucked. Please shove that big, hard…ohhhh!

It was at that moment that Glenn shoved his fully erect member deep into her pussy, taking her by surprise and filing her to the hilt. She began wildly thrusting her ass back to meet him and Glenn had to grab hold of her hips for dear life. After a few moments, they settled in to a nice steady rhythm. He was fucking her hard and she grunted on every stroke. He looked down and smiled. Her ass, beautifully framed by the garter belt, made an inviting target and he slammed her again and again, his balls slapping loudly against her ass.

The blonde was grunting and moaning in physical ecstasy, his powerful strokes sending her close to the edge. Glenn could sense her mounting orgasm. He decided to go all out.
He slapped her hard on the ass and she cried out. Bam, bam, bam, he drilled her.
Look at you, he sneered, dressed all sexy, bent over some dirty sink in the basement of your church getting pounded by some strange cock! Yankee cock, to boot! You slut!

Ohhhh.. She moaned.

Tell me, he spat; tell me you’re a slut for strange cock!

I am, she answered, I am a slut for strange cock. Give me your big cock.
Again, he cried, tell me you’re a slut for Yankee cock. Tell me.

She was getting close now. He knew it.

Yes, yes… she could barely get the words out, her orgasm was so close. I love that big Yankee cock in my tight little Southern pussy. Give it to me. Give me that big Yankee cock!

Glenn spanked her again. He knew she was getting close. He was getting close himself. There was one more thing to try to put her over the edge. Holding on tight to her hips with his left hand, he brought his right hand up to his mouth and began to suck on his middle finger, getting it good and wet.

Unh…unh…yes, that’s it…, she moaned, I’m getting so close, sugar.

Glenn continued to fuck her hard and after several strokes he brought his middle finger down to her ass crack and quickly, in one fluid motion, inserted it. The combination of her sweat and his spit made for a smooth if tight, entry. He was in up to his knuckle and she just lost it.

Ohhhh…ohhh…Oh my God, she yelled, I’m cummmminggggg….” Bucking her hips wildly, she thrashed about, grinding her ass backwards onto his cock and finger as if her life depended on it. Her eyes rolled back up into her head and she began shaking she was cumming so hard. Glenn continued to plow into her as she came and he eventually slowed his pace as her tremendous orgasm began to subside. He was so turned on by what he just witnessed that he knew he couldn’t last much longer.

I, uhm,…, he began breathlessly, I’m getting real close.

Oh yes, baby, she squealed, jumping up to face him. She grabbed his cock and began stroking it over the sink.

Her left hand stroking his cock, her right hand playing with his balls, she cooed into his ear,
C’mon, sugar. I want to see all of that hot; juicy sperm shoot out of this big Yankee cock. All for me.

She continued to stroke him, so close…

Look at me. He demanded.

She did and they locked eyes. He slowly brought his middle finger up to her lips. When she realized which finger it was, she shook her head no.

Suck it. He said.

Back and forth her hand sped, back and forth. Her eyes, locked with his pleaded with him. He brought the finger right to her lips.

Taste…your…ass… he growled.

Faster and faster her hand went, jerking him off, aiming for the sink. Staring deeply into his eyes, she parted her lips ever so slightly and he thrust his finger in. She closed her mouth, sucking on it, wrapping her lips around it, never taking her eyes off his.

He came as hard as he’d ever cum in his life. She continued to jerk him, her eyes fixed on his, as string after string of thick, white cum shot out of his cock. She continued to milk him until he was done, her hand covered in his hot seed.

Staring into her piercing blue eyes, he removed his finger and reached down and guided her cum covered hand to her lips. She lapped at it eagerly, using her tongue to erase all traces of the sticky substance from her hand. She looked at him smiling.

We’re not done yet, he began, clean me. Her smile widened as he gave her a soft push downward. She went willingly, dropping to her knees and taking his still semi-erect cock in her mouth.

To prove a point, she took his cock deep down her throat until her nose was touching his pubic hair, then she slowly slid it back out. She continued to suck and lick until all traces of sperm was gone. She then stood back up and went to kiss him. Glenn shied away. She grabbed him by the back of the neck.

Taste yourself was all she said and pulled his head to hers. Their tongues wrapped around one another and they held a long and passionate kiss. After what seemed like forever, she broke it.

The last hymn is starting; she warned as she began to assemble her clothes, we’ve got to get upstairs. I’m going to use the Ladies Room. The Men’s Room is around the corner. See you later. It’s been fun.

Wait, he began, I don’t even know your…

Shhh, she put her finger to his lips cutting him off, it’s better this way. And with that, she left for the Ladies Room.

After cleaning up in the Men’s Room, Glenn made his way back upstairs and returned to his row just as the last hymn was ending. She was nowhere to be seen. The Pastor led the congregation in a final prayer and the service ended. His Aunt and Uncle returned from the Choir loft to join him. They took great pride in introducing their handsome, successful nephew from New York to all those around them. Because of this delay, Glenn lost all hope of catching his mystery women on the way out.

As was custom, the Pastor greeted his flock at the door as they exited. As Glenn and his relatives inched along, waiting their turn, he scanned the room for her. Nothing. Shit. He thought.

Finally, it was their turn to meet with the Reverend.

Wonderful sermon, Pastor, just wonderful. Aunt Jenny gushed, You are in inspiration to us all. Pastor, I like you to meet my nephew Glenn. He’s from NY, but he’s okay. Glenn, this is Pastor Hayden.

Pastor Hayden was a big, jovial fellow in his early fifties and he had an iron grip. He pumped Glenn’s hand enthusiastically.

Welcome…welcome, my friend, he began, your aunt and uncle are good, God fearing Christians and it’s a pleasure to meet one of their big city kin.

Thank you sir, Glenn started, I enjoyed the sermon. It was…uplifting…

Thank you, son, thank you. He replied, I’m just a messenger for God, but sometimes people need help getting the message, eh? Especially you young people. He gently poked Glenn in the ribs. And here, without further ado, let me introduce you to someone special to me but who probably has a lot more in common with you…my daughter…Julie.

Glenn wasn’t even surprised when the blonde woman standing to Pastor Hayden’s right, excused herself from the conversation she was having and turned to greet him. She extended the dainty hand he was now intimately acquainted with and he took it, there eyes once again locking.

A pleasure to meet you, Julie, I’m Glenn, he said

No, sugar she replied with that killer smile, the pleasure was all mine.

THE END – Written by Mr. Pink

Daniel stepped outside the airport in order to walk to his rental car and the late August heat smacked him in his face. Hard. “Damn…” he said out loud. His wife Nichole stepped outside behind him and also immediately felt it.

It was a gorgeous Florida afternoon and the couple had gotten less than three miles from the airport when the skies suddenly turned black. Within seconds, Daniel had the wipers on high” in order to see the road.

Later that night they were going out eating dinner. Daniel loved to watch his wife get ready. She blew dry her hair and did her make-up, applying a crimson shade of lipstick that matched her nails and toes. He watched, excited, as she slowly rolled on the light blue thigh high stockings and slid the small, white satin thong up her legs. She knew her husband liked to watch her get ready and she always liked to give him a little show.

She pulled on a light blue tiny dress which barley covered her panties. She topped the outfit off with 4″ white sandals that had straps that tied up her calves. A little perfume, her heart pendant and she were ready to go. “You look great.” was all he could say. “So do you.” she answered as her eyes played over his body. He was wearing black pants and a tight, ribbed, dark grey short sleeved shirt that showed off his arms nicely. She loved his arms and she ran her hands up and down them briefly. “Very sexy.” she said.

As they were both going to be drinking, they took a taxi to Pleasure Cove — a block of bars, restaurants and clubs that was loosely affiliated with their hotel. It was one those deals where you paid one price and then had admission into all the places. Many of them had entertainment or bands.

After a nice dinner at a Cajun place, they went bar hopping. Daniel loved to show off his wife and Nichole had a bit of an exhibitionist’s streak in her as well, especially when she was drinking. At the Blues Bar, Nichole sat on a stool next to Daniel and crossed and re-crossed her legs every few minutes so her short skirt would ride up, showing off more and more of her beautiful legs. Satisfied when just a hint of her lacy stocking tops appeared, she left her skirt this way. All around them, eyes were glued to her legs. Two older black men were openly staring and when Daniel caught them, they raised their glasses to him in salute. A couple of drinks later, they decided to move on to the next bar when a nearby couple began fighting because the man couldn’t stop looking at Nichole.

At the next place, an 80′s themed club, Nichole sat herself down on a couch that faced one of the bars. Daniel left her to use the Men’s Room and on the way back, stopped at the bar nearest her to get drinks. He could see her in the mirror and he smiled at the reaction she was causing from the two guys next to him. “Oh man,” the guy nearest him said, “look what she’s doing now.”

Daniel glanced up in the mirror to find his wife putting on a show. She was leaning down, and slowly taking off her strappy sandal. Her skirt had again risen up to the point where you could just make out the lacy tops of her stockings. She slowly removed the shoe and began sensually caressing her foot, as if it was sore. She rubbed her toes and soles for a moment and then picked at the nylon around her toes, pretending to adjust it. “She’s so hot.” the other guy moaned.

“Who is?” Daniel asked as he turned to face them. They were both in their mid-twenties and they pointed at his wife.

“The hottie blonde over there on the couch.” the first guy said. “She’s been playin’ with her legs and shoe the whole time. Look, now she’s puttin’ it back on.”

Nichole very seductively slid her heel back on. Slowly and deliberately, she began to lace the straps up her calves. “She’s so hot and she’s totally teasing us.” the second guy concurred. Daniel got his drinks and stood up. “You’re right,” he said. “She is.”

Daniel walked over to his wife and handed her a drink. He then kissed her very passionately and nodded over to the bar where the two men sat dumbstruck. Nichole smiled sweetly at them and raised her drink. She laughed heartily as Daniel pulled her away to another part of the club.

When she finally had enough, they returned to the bar. After freshening their drinks, they decided to explore the club. It was very crowded and the music pulsed as the lights flashed hypnotically. They soon found themselves in a dark corridor or passageway back near the
bathrooms. There were some couches and tables sat up and Nichole, tired, sat down, pulling Daniel down with her.

“Mmmm, you smell good.” Nichole began, a little tipsy. She began nuzzling his neck. She slid her hands up and down his muscular arms, savouring the feeling. She moved her hands to his chest as she leaned up to kiss him, attacking his mouth with her tongue.

“Nichole…” he began after they broke the kiss. “Hmmmm?” she replied while playing with his ear. “Stop. There are people over there.” he said, only half-heartedly. “So?” she said seductively, “Let ‘em watch.”! “They are.” was his reply.

This got Nichole’s attention. “Really?” she said as she stopped kissing his neck and turned to look. “Where?”

About twenty feet away, sitting diagonally across from them on another couch was a couple making out and watching them. It was dark and hard to see, but they were definitely there and definitely watching. Every now and again some light would reflect from the dance floor and they could make out a little of what they looked like. They appeared to be in their early twenties and Hispanic, but it was so dark it was hard to tell for sure. The girl was light-skinned and very pretty, with long, luxurious brown hair that stretched half way down her back. Large breast strained against her tight, white t-shirt and her long legs were covered by the shortest of black mini-skirts. On her feet she wore very high, sexy, black sandals and a gold ankle bracelet reflected in the occasional shard of light from the dance floor. He appeared tall and thin and was darker skinned. He wore jeans and a wife-beater t-shirt with a short sleeve button-down over it. He ran his fingers through her hair as she stroked his chest, both of them staring back at Nichole and Daniel.

“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” asked Nichole. “Yes.” Daniel answered. “Do you like him?”
“I do.” she whispered back.

“Let’s have some fun.” she said, “Follow my lead.” and before he could answer, she kissed him hard on the mouth. Running her hands along his face and over his smooth scalp, she kissed him with a purpose for at least twenty seconds. When she finally let him go, he started to ask what she was doing, but she shushed him and turned to look questioningly back at the girl. She smiled back at Nichole and then turned and kissed her man as if her life depended on it.

They watched the strangers making out for a moment. Daniel had to admit, it was a turn-on watching somebody else and having them watch you. Nichole turned and attacked him once again. She took his hand and slid it to her breast. He cupped her soft mounds gently, his fingers rolling her nipple through her top. They were as hard as rocks and Nichole’s passion showed as she was generally all over him, kissing his face, his neck, his lips.

Daniel was getting aroused as well, his quickly hardening shaft turning to steel as he felt his wife’s fingers gently play across the crotch of his pants. “Nichole, I…” he began.

“Shhhh,” she cut him off. “I want to do this. Here…now…for them.”

He watched in complete amazement as Nichole undid his pants and pulled down his zipper. She reached inside and took him out through his boxers, her red nails looking so sexy as she wrapped her dainty hand around his throbbing cock. Nichole turned her attention back to the other couple as she slowly slid her hand up and down her husband’s now exposed cock. The strangers had stopped making out and were now watching intently, her hands at his crotch, his hands kneading her breasts through her shirt.

Daniel didn’t think his cock could get any harder as his beautiful wife continued to stroke him for the benefit of their new found friends. He was wrong, because just then, the Hispanic girl undid her man’s pants and fished out his long, thin, cock — stroking it to complete hardness. Daniel saw the guys face and knew exactly how he felt.

The women were in complete control and they shared a wicked smile as their hands continued to stay busy in their man’s laps. Nichole could feel her pussy juice running down her leg as she continued to watch the erotic sight. She felt Daniel’s hand pulling up her skirt, exposing her stocking tops and playing with her ass cheeks. She felt like such a tramp, giving her husband a hand job in a public place, with another couple not only watching their every move, but mimicking them as well. Faster and faster the girl’s hand moved, up and down…up and down…squeezing and stroking that strange shaft.

Nichole’s pussy was on fire and when Daniel’s deftly exploring fingers slid from her ass cheeks to the soft folds of her pussy lips, she lost it. She plunged her head down on his cock, engulfing him and taking more than half of his rigid cockmeat deep into her mouth. Daniel moaned audibly as he felt his gorgeous wife’s warm, wet mouth wrap around his dick. She began to bob her head vigorously, taking more and more of his shaft with every pass.

He looked up to find the other couple staring frozen, as if in a trance. Their only movement was her hand, still lightly stroking the shaft. Daniel grabbed Nichole’s head with both hands, forcing her to stop. He held her head still, just the tip of his cock in her mouth. “Easy…easy…” he ordered. “They’re watching…now slow and steady, take it deep. Take all of it.”

Holding her hair out of the way so their guests could see, Daniel slowly pushed Nichole’s head down on his cock. She opened her lips wide, accepting every inch. She felt like a delicious slut, being forced to deep throat for a strange audience. When his cock had completely disappeared down her throat, he held her head there. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair and she lightly swirled her tongue around the cock that was filling her mouth, teasing him. He began to bring her head back up and she begrudgingly allowed his shaft to slide out of her mouth on the way. When she reached the top, it was time for the journey to begin again. She felt the hands gently push at the back of her head and she went willingly.

The other couple watched in awe at the erotic sight before them. Watching the hot little blonde only a little ways away take an entire, huge cock down her throat was too much for both of them. Her head disappeared into her man’s lap, taking his rock hard shaft deep into her mouth. Her long, brown hair fell, covering her face and actions, but she gently pushed it back behind her ear. The guy held it there while her head bobbed up and down in his lap. He smiled broadly at Daniel and Daniel smiled back.

“She’s sucking his cock now” he said as he leaned back on the couch. This allowed her to slide her head back so she could watch them without taking his cock from her mouth. Nichole watched the beautiful Spanish girl take her man’s cock deep into her mouth. She couldn’t quite take it all as Nichole had done, but she was taking most of it and her hand slid up and down the shaft in time with her head movements. Nichole decided to mimic her movements and slid her hand up to grasp Daniel’s shaft.

For Nichole, the feeling was almost too much. It was like watching herself in a mirror, but better because it was someone else. Her pussy began to bubble over. She felt so naughty…so powerful…so free. She wanted to swallow all of Daniel’s cock and she began to take him deep again. Just as her nose once again touched his pubic hair and his entire cock was down her throat, Daniel switched tactics: He slid a finger into her ass.

Nichole came violently as he slid his digit into her anal passage. Her body began to tremble slightly in his lap as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, her pussy soaking her thong. With Daniel’s cock still buried in her throat, all she could do was moan loudly as each delicious spasm hit her.

As her tremors finally began to subside, she looked over to find the other couple had momentarily stopped what they were doing to watch her. Even in the darkness, she managed to lock eyes with her audience, first that woman, then the man. The absolute lust she saw there turned her on even more and she wanted to take this even further.

She stood up and turned her back to them. Pushing her white skirt up to her waist, she exposed her stocking tops and thong. Bending forward slightly, offering her ass up in invitation, she took hold of her thong and slowly slid it down. Her fingernails grazed the smooth nylon covering her legs until eventually the thong lay at her feet. She seductively stepped out of it, but stayed in this position for a moment — bent at the waist, her naked pussy and ass on display for the world to see. Daniel then guided her head back to his cock and she took him eagerly. As Daniel felt her suck and slurp his rod, a decidedly naughty thought came to mind. He leaned forward and grabbed her naked ass cheeks. He then spread them wide, exposing his wife completely.

Nichole continued to suck him in this position for a few more moments, but she couldn’t take much more. She stood up and again faced her audience. She pulled the front of her skirt to her waist and hovered over her husband’s cock. With her free hand, she lined it up with her glistening slit and then slowly, teasingly, sat down. Her eyes closed, her head thrown back, a loud moan escaped her lips as she felt her husband’s thick shaft slide between her inflamed pussy lips. She slid all the way down until he filled her entirely, holding the front of her skirt up so the other couple wouldn’t miss anything.

Nichole had never felt Daniel so hard and she slowly began to grind her ass against him, his dick touching every part of her pussy. Leaning back against his chest, she began to ride him faster, her hips moving back and forth in time to the music that was pumping all around them.
Feeling his lips at her neck, she threw her right arm back and behind his head, drawing him closer, savouring his lips on her throat. Her left hand continued to hold her skirt bunched above her waist, allowing the other couple full view of his cock pumping in and out of her.

Daniel brought his hands up to his wife’s breasts and began caressing them. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “Honey…look.”

Nichole opened her eyes in time to see the Spanish girl already positioned over her man’s cock. Holding her skirt up and her black thong to the side, she began to lower herself. She threw her head back and her long mane of brown hair flew wildly, exposing the pleasure on her face as his cock slid deeply into her. Her teeth clenched, her face a grimace, she continued downward until she took that long cock to the hilt. Completely filled, she began to slowly bounce, her braless breasts flopping wildly beneath her shirt.
“Oh my God…” Nichole breathed as she watched them.

“I know,” Daniel whispered back. “They’re doing exactly what we’re doing. It’s so hot. Fuck me, Nichole. Fuck me for them.”

Encouraged by his words, Nichole began to ride him harder. Balancing on her toes and using her hands on his thighs to steady herself, she began to thrust herself up and down on his rigid shaft. Faster and faster she bounced, his cock sliding in and out of her moist box.

Meeting her thrusts, Daniel fucked her harder. He watched as the Spanish man across the way pounded his partner, his cock pistoning in and out of her like a jackhammer. He watched as she leaned back to kiss her lover, again using her free hand to clear the great mane of hair from her face. Daniel’s cock swelled as he watched them kiss, tongues swirling and dancing, as the man fondled her breasts outside of her shirt. Daniel pulled Nichole’s head back so he could kiss her in the same manner. As their lips met, she thrust her tongue into his mouth, her passion driving her.

This scene continued for what seemed like hours, but in reality, couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, each woman bouncing madly on her lover’s shaft, orgasms for each beginning to bubble.

The two girls were on them before they knew it. With the music pumping so loudly, the couples never heard them coming. Obviously looking for the bathroom, the two mid-twenties girls — one a blonde, the other a redhead — stumbled into the corridor. Although neither Nichole nor the Spanish woman stopped, they did lower their skirts enough to hide the cocks that were pumping in and out of them. Nichole prayed it wasn’t too obvious, hoping it looked like she was just sitting on Daniel’s lap, but in reality, she didn’t care either way. It felt too good.

The blonde and the redhead stopped for just a moment, glancing at both couples. The redhead whispered something into her friend’s ear and they both giggled for a moment. Taking the blonde by the hand, the redhead started off. Both couples, still fucking quietly, watched them walk to the end of the corridor. When the reached it, just before turning the corner to head to the bathrooms, the girls stopped and turned to look back at them. Each gave them a knowing smile, and then the redhead took the blonde’s face into her hands and leaned in to give her a long, sensuous kiss. They held it for a few seconds and then smiled and gave a little wave and disappeared around the corner. Nichole moaned and began bucking her hips faster, again raising her skirt for the other couple’s view. The Spanish girl did likewise and again, both couples began fucking in earnest, their passions even more inflamed.

Daniel could hear his wife moaning, could feel her pussy muscles grabbing at his cock. He knew she was getting close. He leaned close to her ear and said, “Honey, they knew what we were doing. Does that turn you on? They’re going to go into the bathroom and touch themselves while they think about us.”

Nichole moaned. “Does that turn you on, Nichole?” he asked
“Yes…” she replied.”Thinking about how those two are going to go into a stall and touch each other?” he teased. “Yes…” she whispered back. Her ass was grinding furiously into him now. She was so close. Daniel pulled her top and bra up, exposing her small tits; his hands all over them. “Their fingers in each other’s slick pussies….” he went on.

Returning the favour, the Spanish man pulled his girl’s top up, exposing her large breasts. She was without a bra and her breasts were much larger than Nichole’s, tipped with large erect nipples and half-dollar sized brown areole. They flopped wildly as she bounced on his shaft.

“Uhnnnn…” Nichole moaned as they came into view. So close…

“Their tongues in each others wet…juicy… cunts…” he cooed into her
ear. “Yes…yes…yessssssssssssss…” she cried as she came. Reaching back, she dug her crimson nails into his neck as she held on while wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Almost passing out from the feeling, her body spasmed over and over again. Eventually, her passion began to subside and she opened her eyes just in time to see their partners in crime reach their climax.

“Ohhhhhh….” they could hear the Spanish girl from across the room and over the pulsing beat as she cried out in ecstasy. Her lover’s face a grimace as he tried desperately to hold on to let her finish. Finally, her breathing became more regular and she reached down between her legs
to grasp him. Three or four quick strokes was all it took to have him shooting his hot, sticky load all over her neatly trimmed brown bush and onto her thighs. Leaning back onto him, she rubbed it in as he wrapped his arms around her. After a few seconds, they regrouped and tried to make themselves presentable. Then they looked back at Nichole and Daniel expectantly.

Nichole sat next to Daniel on the couch and pulled him closer to the table. She reached down between his legs and grabbed his stiff cock. She aimed it under the table and began to stroke him. Daniel leaned back into the couch, legs spread, and head back, arms outstretched as he enjoyed his wife working her magic on him. Up and down her hand slid along his 7″, faster and faster. She quickly leaned over and took his entire length down her throat, sliding her tongue up and down the shaft, coating it. She then went back to furiously stroking it with her hand, feeling drops of pre-cum form whenever she ran her hand over the head.

“Come on, baby,” she purred. “Give it to me. Give mommy your cum.” Eyes closed, cock throbbing, he breathed, “So close…so close…” “That’s it, baby, that’s it.” she encouraged. “This is so nasty with all these people around. Cum for me, baby. Cum for them. They’re waiting to see you cum. Cum for them.”

“Ahhhhhh…” he yelled as he began to spurt. Nichole aimed it at the carpet, under the table. Her fingers wrapped around his swollen cock as spasm after spasm of thick, white goo spewed forth.

The other couple watched in awe. Finally, he was done and Nichole continued to milk him. She brought her hand up, covered in his jizz. She looked over at the other couple and with a smile playing around her lips, began to lick it all off. She completely cleaned her hand and turned to kiss her husband. After breaking the kiss, they looked over to see the other couple wave goodbye and then disappear into the darkness of the club. Daniel and Nichole kissed again. “Wow…” was all Daniel could say.

“I couldn’t have put it better myself.” Nichole replied. “You think the park will put that on the tour?” she asked playfully.

“I’m sure business would boom if the “Pirates” actually fucked the guests.” he quipped. “Come on, grab your panties and let’s get a drink.”

“Okay, I’ll meet you at the bar.” she said, a naughty gleam in her eye, “First I have to see what’s going on in the bathroom. And you can leave the panties right where they are.”

The End – Written by Mr. Pink

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Sarah sat frozen, staring at her computer screen. It told her she had personal mail. She pulled it up and there it was. Untitled. From him.

Feeling self-conscious, she looked around her office. Everything was normal. She had expected all eyes to be on her, but they weren’t. People were all going about their work. Her boss was still inside his office, the door closed. She was very excited and already she could feel that familiar tingling sensation between her legs.

She stared at the blinking icon for a few moments and then double-clicked it. The message came up. She read it. An involuntary shiver went through her body and she could feel the soft hair on her forearms come to attention. She read it again and had to shift in her seat as she felt her pussy begin to moisten at its implications. The message was short and simple, but it told her all she needed to know. One word, actually… Three little letters… It simply read…”NOW.”

Sarah licked her lips as she read the word a final time, then shut off her computer. She took a deep breath, pushed her seat away from her desk and stood up. On shaky legs, she headed for the stairwell.

On shaky legs, she headed for the stairwell

She had received the first e-mail the previous night at home. It simply told her what to wear the next day to work on Friday: a black skirt that ended just above her knee, a white, silk blouse that she was to unbutton one extra button and her pearl necklace. Underneath, a black, front-clasping push-up bra, a matching black garter belt and black reinforced heel and toe stockings. On her feet, her black, suede 4″ pumps. Except for the stockings, this was pretty much her normal work attire. She always wore stockings to work (and pretty much anywhere else for that matter), but she usually saved the RHT’s for special occasions. She hoped this would be one. The message made no mention of panties. But there was one more special request: She was to bring a blindfold. Sarah was also told in addition to doing her nails and toes, she had to make sure to shave her pussy as well as her legs. She complied with all his wishes and then took a long, luxurious bubble bath, masturbating twice while wondering what he had in store for her.

She got the next message at work around 11 am. It told her that upon receiving final word from him, she was to go to the little used stairs by the elevators. She was to go up one floor from her own and at the next stairwell, get down on her knees and into the doggie position, facing away from the stairs behind her. She was to hike up her skirt around her waist, exposing her garter belt framed ass for the entire world to see. She was to put the blindfold on, making sure she could not see. Using her pocketbook as a pillow, she was to lean forward and put her head on the ground, while thrusting her ass back and up in an open invitation. She was then to wait. The message went on to say that she should now go to the ladies room and remove her panties if she had worn them and to get herself ready, but to be back at her desk in twenty minutes for further instructions.

Sarah found herself staring at her reflection in the ladies room mirror. She hadn’t worn any panties so she spent some time freshening up. She brushed her teeth and checked her make-up, reapplying where necessary. She was a very pretty girl, with delicate features and smooth, flawless skin. She ran a hand through her short black hair, fixing it until it was just right. She undid the extra button on her blouse, exposing just a hint of the lacy black bra she wore underneath. She looked at her breasts — they were large and firm — 36C, and her nipples stood at attention in anticipation of what was to come. Looking around to make sure she was alone, she slowly traced a finger up her stocking clad leg and under her skirt. It continued its journey until it reached her wet, hairless pussy. Her fingers trailed circles around the lips, then gently rubbing over her clit. It was already inflamed with desire and Sarah knew she could make herself cum by just rubbing it for a little longer. Instead, she brought her finger to her lips, to taste her own juices.

She slipped the finger inside her mouth and sucked greedily. She loved the taste of her own pussy, although, she admitted as she watched herself sucking her finger in the mirror, she’d rather be sucking them off a cock. She lost herself in that fantasy for a moment — her finger was now his cock — that had just come out of her dripping pussy. She sucked on it hungrily.
“Ohhh, Alec…” she moaned.

A moment later her fantasy was interrupted by the opening of the ladies room door. A co-worker, Leslie, walked in.
“Hey Sarah, how’s it going?” she asked, slightly perplexed as to why Sarah would have her finger in her mouth. “Oh, pretty good, I guess”, Sarah replied after taking the finger from her mouth, “it’s just that I seemed to have gotten a poppy seed from my bagel stuck in my teeth. It’s embarrassing, but I’m trying to get it out.” She pretended to look for the seed for another couple of seconds, Got it!” she said and turned to smile at Leslie. Leslie smiled back and then entered one of the stalls. Sarah rolled her eyes and turned to look at herself one last time in the mirror. At 26 and 5’6″, she was trim and tight but curvy in all the right places. Her emerald eyes sparkled with mischief as she took herself in. Licking her lips a final time, she turned smartly on her heels and headed back to her desk for her final instructions. Sarah opened the door to the stairs and stepped inside.

“Am I really going to do this?” she thought, “Here, at work?” Any momentary hesitation she felt completely disappeared as she felt the slow trickle of her pussy juices sliding their way down her upper thigh towards her stocking tops. “I am so hot.” she said out loud to no one in particular. She then started up the stairs to the next level, her heels click-clacking with each step and echoing erotically in the deserted stairwell.

She reached the top step of the stairwell, hiked her skirt up to her waist and sunk to her knees. She then reached inside her purse and removed the blindfold. She tied it around her head, making sure she could not see as instructed. Then, she leaned forward and placed her head on the ground, using her bag as a pillow. Thrusting her ass out, she waited.

Nothing happened right away. He was making her wait, drawing it out.
“That bastard.” she thought as she smiled. It ran through her head about what an amazing sight she must be — head down, blindfold on, blouse half undone, ass thrust out in open invitation, a pool of juice already beginning to form underneath her hairless pussy. “I’m such a slut…” she giggled out loud.

I’m such a slut…

She began to think about how she got to be in this present position. She had met Alec on-line almost a year ago. He had responded very favourably to one of the erotic stories she had written. It began with the exchange of erotic fantasies and fetishes and it turned out they were extremely compatible in those departments. It seemed everything she liked, he liked and vice versa. In fact, they both thought it was remarkable to find another person who was so in tune to the other’s particular sexual needs and desires. But it turned into more — a real friendship, outside the cyber sex. They were both funny, creative and intelligent. They made each other laugh and they looked forward to each others messages. They exchanged pictures and they both instantly liked what they saw. He was about 10 years older than she, 5’10″ and muscular, with a shaved head and a trim goatee — very sexy, she thought. He thought she was gorgeous. They were both in solid, but unspectacular relationships, and they both longed to act out their sexual desires with someone who felt the same way about things. They met for the first time two months ago.

They lived in neighbouring states and Alec made the drive up one weekend and rented a nice hotel room. They were both nervous about spoiling the fantasy, but they shouldn’t have been. They each knew so much about the other’s likes and dislikes that their bodies moved in perfect harmony together. They had a wonderful weekend and never made it out of the hotel room. They made love a little, but fucked a lot, pleasing each other in countless ways. They kept up their on-line relationship, although now it was even better. They met again the next month at the same hotel room.

Sarah figured that would be their routine, until she got his e-mail last night. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door slamming several floors down. With her head near the floor, she could feel the reverberations surging through the stairs. Then she heard the echoing of the footsteps as they climbed the stairs towards her.

“My God,” she thought, “this is so exciting. Here he comes, finally!” She listened to the hypnotic fall of the footsteps, one after the other, their sound seemingly bouncing off the walls all around her. Her heart was beating rapidly, her nipples threatening to tear through the fabric of her bra. The sounds continued. He was on the floor below her, she guessed. Her pussy was drenched.

A horrid thought went through her mind, “What if it isn’t him?” Panicky thoughts raced through her mind. “What if it’s someone else who works in the building? From another floor?” her brain screamed. “What if it’s someone she knew! Leslie? Or one of the other secretaries? Bill, from Accounting? Or that cute black UPS driver? What are they going to
think of me?” “Oh my God,” she thought, “what if it’s my boss?”

Her thoughts were interrupted by his footsteps right behind her. He stopped two steps away. He didn’t say anything, but she could “feel” him there. It could be Alec… it could be her boss… it could be a total stranger staring at her nakedness behind her. At this point, she finally admitted to herself, she didn’t care. Like a leaky faucet, her pussy juiced dripped into the ever widening puddle beneath her. “Alec…” she began quietly, “is that you?” “Shhhhhhhh….” was the only reply she got and it wasn’t enough to discern the voice.

She trembled slightly as she felt strong hands grasp her ankles. Slowly, tenderly, they slid up her calves savouring the silky nylon of her hose. He slid his fingers inside her stocking tops to touch her warm skin. Her body was alive, every nerve ending focused on the hands stroking her legs. His hands cupped her ass, gently caressing it, moving downward between her legs. She moaned loudly as his hands slowly slid in and around her pussy lips, fluttering lightly like a butterfly, never quite touching the soft folds of skin. Sarah was aching. She was already close to an orgasm and he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet. His fingers continued their magical journey, exciting her even more.

And then the hands were gone. Her eyes closed beneath the blindfold, she pushed her ass back in search of them. “Please…” she moaned. Nothing for a few agonizing moments and then: She felt his hot breath on her pussy. “Ohhhhhh …” she moaned as she took one more step towards the sweet release of orgasm. He blew on her pussy for several moments, driving her crazy, delighting in her arousal. Then, taking pity on her, he took his thumb and applied it directly and firmly to her blood engorged clit. She came. Hard.

“Ohhhhhhhh…yes…ohhhhhhhhhhh…” Sarah moaned loudly in release. The waiting, the anticipation, the danger…everything about the situation suddenly hit her and she had the most explosive orgasm of her life. Her pussy gushed as she bucked and writhed, panting like an animal. It was so gratifying and sweet that she almost passed out from the pleasure. She smiled as her orgasm began to subside. Coming down off the clouds, her body was warm all over. She sighed dreamily as she wound down from the best orgasm of her life. Then she heard him unzip his pants. She could hear him taking down his pants and she felt her pussy heat up again. Suddenly, one — no, two — fingers were in her pussy, They played inside her, not exactly rough, but not exactly gentle either.

Beneath the blindfold, her eyes opened wide as she felt his fingers smear her juices on to her ass, coating the entrance to her tight bung hole. His hands left her briefly and she blushed in shame as she heard him place his fingers in the pool of cum on the stairs underneath her.
Soon he was coating her with it as well. She knew it was nasty and it turned her on even more. A few more moments of this and again, his hands disappeared. Nothing happened for a few moments and then, without warning, he thrust his big cock into her ass.

Sarah cried out in surprise and pain as she took about half of his cock into her unsuspecting rectum. He had lubricated her some with her pussy juices, but his cock was big and it still hurt. He continued to slowly push forward until all 7″ of his dick was inside. Sarah had to bite down on the leather strap of her purse to keep from crying out.

He paused briefly, allowing her to become accustomed to his size, then he started to slowly slide in and out of her. Sarah loved anal sex and she relaxed her muscles to allow him easier passage. His strokes began to pick up steam. She began to become more excited and pushed back to meet his thrusts. “Oh God…oh yes, Alec!” she moaned, “That’s it. Right there…” He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Who’s Alec?”

She smiled at his game, but she knew. “I know it’s you,” she replied breathlessly, “I know. I wasn’t sure until you put your cock in my ass, but now I’m sure. Nobody fills my ass up the way you do.” She felt his breath in her ear. “You like my cock in your ass, my pet?” he asked. “You want me to fuck you really hard in your tight little hole?”

“Yes,” she moaned through gritted teeth, “yes, Alec, fuck my ass hard.” She felt him grasp her firmly by the hips and draw her back, picking up speed, faster and faster. She grunted hard each time his shaft split her anal cavity. She reached down to rub her clit as his relentless pounding continued. She could feel her orgasm beginning to swell. Her senses were a blur. She was bucking back against him wildly and as she did, one of her pumps came off and clattered down the stairs. She could feel his cock swell inside her as he was getting close. His balls slapped loudly against her ass with each thrust, sending delicious echoes through the stairwell. Alec felt his orgasm building. He wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. He reached out and grabbed Sarah by the back of her hair, pulling her head backwards as he continued to piston her tight, brown hole. They were both close…so close…

The voices surprised both of them. Two ladies, somewhere several floors below, had entered the stairwell. They were laughing and talking about lunch. And they were headed upstairs.
Sarah and Alec continued to fuck as they listened to the two women continue up the stairs towards them. The two women’s high heels announced their impending arrival. The sound of their heels on the steel steps made for an erotic melody when combined with the rhythmic slapping of Alec’s balls against Sarah’s ass. Click clack…click clack…click clack…
Slap…slap…slap…

The voices were close now, on the stairwell beneath them — only one floor down! They could hear part of the women’s conversation and Sarah listened, her ears straining. She recognized a voice! It was Leslie! She was going to get caught by her co-worker. Leslie was going to see her on her knees, blindfolded, getting ferociously fucked in the ass. Everyone was going to know! She was going to lose her job in disgrace! And then…she realized she didn’t care. Everything just felt too good. She didn’t care. She was on the verge of cumming and by the feel of Alec’s swollen cock, he was too. Just one or two more strokes ought to do it.

She felt Alec’s hands grip her hips tighter just as they voices of the women drifted off behind the closed stairwell door. They were gone, one floor below — twenty feet and a rounded corner away from the biggest shock of their lives. Sarah felt Alec’s cock literally vibrate inside her and then he was cumming. One…two…three huge blast of cum. She could feel the warm stickiness deep in her bowels, pushing her over the edge. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh….” she screamed and bit down again into the leather strap. If possible, her orgasm became even more intense as she felt Alec push her head down into her bag as he continued to let loose torrents of jizz inside her ass. Sarah reached back and dug her red nails into his ass cheeks and pulled, her overwhelming orgasm demanding him deeper into her anal tunnel. Exhausted and spent, he collapsed on her. They stayed like this for a few moments and then he removed the blindfold, gently stroking her face and hair. She leaned back to kiss him, their tongues swirling about one another as their passion subsided.

He then disengaged himself from her ass and stood to behind her. As she turned to face him, he leaned down and placed his hands on her face and kissed her deeply. He released her and stood up, looking down and locking eyes with her. Sarah nodded, knowing what was expected of her. She inched forward on her knees and took his dirty cock in her mouth. She licked and cleaned expertly, savouring the taste in her mouth. Her cum, his cum, her ass, both of their sweat — everything blended perfectly in her mouth as she continued to suck him. Sucking a cock directly from her ass made her feel dirty and excited her to no end. She began to suck more vigorously, a small moan escaping from her very full lips.

She felt Alec’s cock begin to stiffen again in her mouth, and encouraged by this, she began to suck even harder. She removed her hands from his cock and placed both of them on her breasts, massaging them. She locked eyes with him and then slowly, inch by inch, began to take his cock all the way down her throat. Alec looked down and marvelled at the way she took his cock so deep, with no hands to guide it. She never broke eye contact with him and soon, all 7″ were down her throat, her nose touching his trimmed pubic hair. She held him there, deepthorating his cock, pinching her nipples, staring into his eyes.

deepthorating his cock

“Oh God, Sarah,” he moaned, “Your mouth feels so good. Keep it up and I’m going to cum again.” Hearing the words she longed for, Sarah attacked his cock with vigour, using a hand to work the shaft in concert with her mouth. Back and forth she stroked and sucked him, feeling his hardness grow in her mouth. Her free hand was busy everywhere — stroking her clit, twisting her nipples, massaging his balls. “That’s it Sarah, that’s it…” he moaned, “I’m getting close. You want me to cum?”

Excited, she moaned affirmatively. “Oh yeah, almost…” he breathed, “almost…yeah…”

At an almost dizzying speed, Sarah was fucking her mouth with his cock. Violently, she thrust her head back and forth, needing his cum. She felt him swell in her mouth, felt his balls tighten…he was so close… Just as he was about to cum, Alec pulled himself from her mouth, grabbing his dick by the base to keep himself from ejaculating. “Your feet!” he spat, “Give me your feet. I want to cum on your feet.”

Sarah giggled as she sat back and whirled her legs around. She placed one arm under her calves bringing her stockinged feet up, pointing towards him in offering. Alec aimed his cock at her nylon covered feet, letting loose with a spew of jism that completely covered the ends of her feet, his white cum erotically soaking the black hose. Sarah giggled some more as she began to wriggle her toes to help the hot cum soak into the darker patch of reinforced nylon. She gazed up at him, ecstatic she could make him so happy. Alec reached down to her feet and scooped up one glob of glistening white cum from her toes and presented it to her lips. “This,” he began, “is all you get ‘till later. You’ve got to wear the rest inside your pumps all day.”

Sarah smiled seductively and reached her tongue out to lap the cum off his finger, then she slowly slid her pump back on. After she finished, Alec scampered down the few steps to retrieve the pump that had fallen off earlier. She presented her cum covered foot to him and he took his time sliding the shoe on, caressing her nylon covered heel and ankle as she wriggled into it. He leaned into her and they again kissed passionately. He stroked her cheek and chin gently as they stared into one another’s eyes. “I’ll see you tonight at the hotel.” he said. She smiled warmly, nodding. He fixed his clothing and turned to go, then with a devilish smile, added: “And bring the French Maid outfit.”

“Oui, oui”, she answered playfully. He reached out and they interlocked fingers for just a moment…and then he was gone.

Sarah stood up wearily, trying her best to straighten her clothes and look presentable. She started down the stairs towards her floor. When she reached the door, she looked back up and smiled. Walking through the door, she headed back to her desk. With each step she could feel his cum squishing between her nylon covered toes and more leaking out her asshole. “God,” she thought, “I’m not even wearing panties.” She loved the feeling.

Each step was more joyous than the last, a burning reminder of the fantasy she had just fulfilled and as she looked at the clock, she thought, “How am I ever going to make it through the rest of this day?”

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It was our first date together and it was going very well. We had just finished dessert and were getting to know each other a little more. Amy was around 30 years old and had a stunning figure. We had met through mutual friends and decided it was time we both went out to dinner.

We had been out with a group of friends before; enjoyed a lot of time in each others company, but this was the first time we were alone. The restaurant was my choice and we were sat in the corner at a candlelit table. The whole room was rather dimly lit, an ideal setting for what was turning out to be an ideal evening. Amy was dressed in a black silk dress that rested just above her knees. She was wearing black hosiery of some kind with matching black high heels. She wore a gold chain around her neck with a cross that nestled softly into her bosom. She had pale skin and wore red lipstick, making her look very sensual indeed.

The waiter walked over to the table to collect the dessert plates and I couldn’t help noticing that he was staring under our table. I looked at Amy who smiled at me. As the waiter left the table, I sat back in my chair and tried to look around the table to see what he was looking at.
I could see exactly what he was looking at. Amy had crossed her legs and her skirt had ridden up her thighs. I could see about a centimetre of stocking top and I felt my mouth go dry. I had a thing for women in hosiery anyway, but the thought that Amy was actually wearing stockings turned me on instantly. I couldn’t stop looking.
“What do you find so interesting?” She said suddenly. I sat upright quickly, not knowing where to look, but Amy laughed. “It’s ok, enjoy the view” she said as she looked into my eyes.

“You have great legs” I commented. “Why, thank you, glad you like them!” she replied. Amy lifted her glass and took a sip from her drink. Her eyes never left mine as she placed the glass back on the table.

“Are you a stockings man then?” She asked.
“Yes, I suppose I am” I replied.
“I have to admit, this is the first time I’ve worn stockings with a suspender belt, I didn’t expect to get this much attention!” she looked round at the waiter as she said this, then looked back at me.

“Well, you can’t blame him for looking Amy, I’m guessing he’s getting just as hot looking at them as I am” I said.

Amy smiled again and I felt her foot touch the bottom of my leg. She had slipped her shoe off and her toe was sliding up the bottom of my trouser leg.

“Do they feel nice?” she asked.
“Yes, they do”, I replied, enjoying the way she was making me feel.
“I hope it was worth me putting them on then! I have to admit, I fumbled around for ages trying to clip the suspender belt to the stockings, I’m still not sure if I’ve done it properly” she said.

“I’m sure you’ve done a great job!” I stated “How does it feel wearing them, knowing all the guys in the room are looking?” I asked. And it was true, I had noticed a man across from me who appeared to be having dinner with his wife – he just couldn’t stop turning his head to stare, but he looked away quickly when he knew I was looking at him.

“It turns me on” she replied. “It turned me on why I rolled them up to the top of my thighs and it’s turning me on knowing you are all looking at my legs. Listen, have you ever ‘been’ with a girl who has worn stockings before?”

I was a bit shocked at the question.

“Been? As in slept with?” I asked her.
“Well, just been out with a girl who wears suspenders, did you see her wearing them?”.
“Yes” I admitted. “I bought my ex-girlfriend a heap of underwear to wear, so she sort of wore it to please me I guess”.
“That’s great…but what I want to know is….it’s kind of a silly question….but did she wear her panties over or under her suspender belt?”

I felt my throat tighten as she said this. The alchohol was beginning to loosen Amy up, she appeared to be rather aroused.

“Well, I’m fairly certain it was over her suspender belt, because……” I hesitated.

“Because….what?” she said, encouraging me to go on.

“Because she wore them when we made love, and I can remember slipping her panties off without having to re-adjust everything – if that makes sense”.

“Good for you, we have a suspender expert in the house do we?” she teased, biting her bottom lip as she said this.

“Well, I don’t know about expert!” I said.

“Well you’ve certainly taught me something tonight. I’ve only gone and worn my panties ‘under’ my suspender belt” she said.

“Hey, I don’t think it matters too much” I said, knowing she was just teasing.

“Of course it matters! What sort of girl am I, wearing all this expensive underwear the wrong way!”

“I don’t know if it’s the wrong way, I guess it just depends on….I guess it just depends….” I stopped, my voice breaking up as I glanced under the table again. Amy had slid her fingers under her skirt and appeared to be stroking her suspender belt.

“This is embarrassing but one of my clips has come undone……listen….seeing as your the expert, why not come and show me how they should be worn?” she asked me.

Please show me how they should be worn

I took a second to reply. “What, you wanna go….now?”.

“No, just come with me to the ladies room and help me to, how shall I put it, ‘re-adjust’.” As she said this, she stood up.

“Give me 2 minutes then follow me to the ladies room”.

Amy walked away from the table. As she had stood up, her skirt had ridden up at the back and I could see for the first time that they were seamed stockings. She pulled the skirt back down, turned her head to look at me, smiled then kept walking.

My heart was beating so fast as she left the room. I finished my drink quickly then got up and followed Amy out of the room. I got to the ladies room door and just stood, not knowing whether to go in or not when the door suddenly opened.

“Come on, it’s empty” she laughed, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside. She led me through to the cubicle, walked in and closed the door behind us. As she did this, she leaned into me and I felt her lips touch mine. She didn’t kiss me hard, just let her lips press against mine and I felt her press against me.

“I hope no one was looking down there as you walked out of the room” she whispered, talking about the bulge that would’ve been obvious to anyone who had looked at my groin.

She pulled away from me and leaned back against the cubicle door. Her fingers slid down her skirt and she lifted it up slightly.

“Ok….show me how my panties should be worn”. I just stood and looked at her. The stockings and suspenders looked so sexy, even though one of the clips had come loose. She had matching black panties on, lacy around the sides, but with a patch of see through black material.

“Come on…someone will be in soon” she said, tugging the skirt a little higher.

I knelt down in front of her, my fingers touching her heels. I slid my fingers up her stockinged legs. The stockings must have been the expensive type, they just felt so silky. My fingers reached the top and I unhooked the other clip. As I did this, Amy turned round to face away from me, showing me her behind. I undid the other two clips and her stockings slid down an inch or two. Amy turned round to face me again.

“Ok….now what? Panties under or over?” she asked me.

My face was burning as she said this. If I said over, then I knew I would need to take them off. Or should I just leave them where they are? I decided to take them off. My fingers slipped inside her panties and I slowly pulled them down. The smell was amazing and I could see on her vagina that she was as turned on as I was. It was dripping wet. Her legs were spread and her ass was right in front of my face. I reached out my tongue and licked it gently. She mourned, and said “yes…!”

I got up and quickly unzipped my pants. As she was standing like this, with her facing the wall and her cute butt against me, I slipped my hard cock inside of her.

… her cute butt against me

It was all wet, and it was the best feeling in the world fucking her like this. I loved the sight of her beautiful legs covered in stockings, and I loved fucking her on the toilet, knowing that anyone could come in and hear us anytime. We kept going. She mourned “fuck me, I’m coming, harder.. faster”. I could take it anymore, pulled out and shot my cum all over her ass. She turned around quickly and took it in her mouth to finish it off. “Let’s go to my place” she said. We got out, and yelled for a cab. She held my hand as we drove away, and I knew I’d found a girl worth fighting for.

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It was a cold December’s day. I was walking down the dusty dirt road to my girlfriend Jenny’s house, my skateboard slung over my shoulder, my fingers firmly gripping the trucks. She had only been my girlfriend for a couple of days, so many thoughts raced through my mind. I had never been at her place before, so I was kind of nervous. Finally, I reached asphalt where I could ride the rest of the way. I recall having a slight paranoia as cars passed me by, as this was my first visit, and I did not wish to do anything wrong. The trip seemed longer today than I had anticipated for some reason; I had rode my skateboard there many times before (it was a nice skate-park just nearby).

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I reached her property. As I approached the door, her large dogs startled me. I knocked on the door. Suddenly, her mother answered the door. And the sight almost knocked the feet away under me. There, right in front of me, was a gorgeous hot mom. She was dressed only in a short dress, and it made it almost impossible for me NOT to stare at her huge boobs. But what really hit me and made my dick stand like a solider, was her long legs covered in black pantyhose. This was my fetish above everything. I loved moms with big boobs, but nothing could turn me on more than a woman in pantyhose.
When I finally cleared my brain for a second, I recalled her words; “Hi there. Jenny is not home right now, she had to work late today”. Right there I didn’t care, but when I was turning around on my way to go, she spoke again: “But would you like to come in for a cup of coffee or soda or anything?” Shit, my dick did all the thinking, so I replied yes pretty quick. The only thing in my mind was getting a closer look at her feet and legs, so I could run home and jerk off. Sounds pathetic, but that’s the way a young mind works.

When I stepped in, Sammy (as her name was) told me to sit down and wait for a second. I sat down on a big soft sofa in the living room. My blood was running really fast, but it was very exiting and I felt really comfortable. A minute later Sammy returned from the kitchen with two cups of coffee. She sat down right beside, crossed her legs and lent back. Her pantyhose foot was actually touching mine. My cock almost exploded. She asked me a couple of ordinary questions, and I replied as well as I could. But one question really shook me. All of the sudden she asked me if I could help her fix a broken leg on her bed. I replied as before, a shaky “yes”. She walked up the stairs and I followed as fast as I could. Walking UP a stair gives a pretty good view up a short skirt. Sammy was not skinny at all, but not fat either. She was perfect. While inside her bedroom, I didn’t know what do to. But that didn’t seem like a problem. The bed looked just fine. Suddenly, she got down on her all four, and apparently looked for something under the bed. While she was standing like this, I could see her juicy round butt and her pantyhose feet. She turned her head and caught me staring at her ass. She stood up and walked over to me. I froze. She put her hand on my dick witch almost exploded. “I need a young hard cock, and I need it now!”

I didn’t say anything as she took of my clothes one by one, slowly. When I was completely naked, she pushed me gently down on the bed and asked me to lie down. The next second later she started to suck my dick. My dick was harder than ever and it felt great. While giving me the best blowjob I had ever gotten, she took off her clothes. Started with her sweater and bra. When her big breasts came out and touched my dick I came like never before. All of my cum was now in her mouth and on her big juicy tits.

I didn’t want this to be the end, so I finally got my act together and took command. While she was lying on her back, I dragged off her skirt, leaving her only in her black pantyhose. Wow… now I could see the white blonde panty underneath. This was just how I wanted it. I ripped a hole in her pantyhose, pulled her panties aside and started licking her pussy. It was already wet. Very wet. Even her pantie was completely wet. Shit, it was exiting to see a mature wet pussy. I continued licking. My dick was hard again and ready for some real pussy. I crawled up on her and slipped my dick inside her. Her eyes were closed all the time and she mourned. God this was amazing. I spread her legs and bended her in a position that gave me perfect view. Her pantyhose thighs and legs and feet were perfect. I fucked her and gave her every inch of my hard dick. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. “Turn around and get on all four” I said. She didn’t hesitate and gave me a view I will never forget. Her butt was covered in pantyhose and it had a hole where I could fuck her pussy through. I shoved it in again and continued to fuck her hard.

A minute later when I was about to come, she asked me to fuck her in the ass… She opened a drawer and found some oil which she poured over her ass. My dick slipped in easily. After pumping her in her tight ass for a couple of minutes, I came again. I pulled my dick out, and squirted all over her pantyhose ass. She mourned, turned around, and kissed me on my mouth. “Thanks, I really needed that” she whispered in my ear. I got dressed, said goodbye and stumbled out. I felt that I had to break up with Jenny, but before I made that decision I had to run home for another jerk off.

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A number of years ago, I had a neat experience on a local commuter airline. Shortly after boarding one morning, I seated myself in an aisle seat where I knew I would have a nice view of the stewardesses. On this flight, there was one particularly beautiful stewardess – a beautiful blonde girl in her mid-20s, about 5’7″, trim, and with slender legs. Her name was Lynn. Her uniform consisted of a one-piece dark blue, knee-length dress, coffee-colored hosiery, and 2″ heels.

Coffee-colored hosiery

As Lynn walked down the aisle checking to see whether everyone was seated properly, I couldn’t take my eyes off her tightly-fitting dress that showed a trace of what she wore underneath. When she reached up to check the overhead bins, her dress rode up to reveal the dark top of her pantyhose. When she walked past my seat, I made sure my arm stuck out a little on the armrest. Sure enough, her nylon-clad leg brushed against my arm, sending an electrical charge up to my head. Mercifully, we took off shortly after. I chose my seat well. She sat up ahead in the stewards’ chairs facing the rear. I had a clear view of her as she sat during takeoff. The gorgeous view of her legs sheathed in coffee toned nylons sure beat the scenery outside. As she crossed her legs and re-crossed them, I could almost hear the distinct sound of nylon above the engine’s din. There were many tantalizing views of her pantyhose as her dress rode up enough to provide glimpses of her thighs.

In the middle of the short flight, she came down the aisle serving juice, soda, and water. As she approached me, the plane must have hit an air pocket as it dropped suddenly, sending Lynn tumbling backward onto the aisle. She couldn’t keep her balance and fell on the floor, legs splayed all over – with all the drinks spilling onto her. For a moment, she sat bewildered with her left leg stretched out, her right knee up, and her thin dark blue dress soaked through.

I unstrapped my seat buckle, got up, and walked toward her, when we hit another air pocket. I fell forward and ended up with my head between her legs, driving up her dress hem. My left hand rested on her right leg, while my right hand was on her left thigh. I looked right into her sheer off white panties, the fair skin of her upper thighs exposed above her long, sheer pantyhose which extended way up.

When I saw the distinct light edge of her dark pantyhose, I knew I had a rare treat. She was wearing those old Hanes pantyhose, the sheer non-stretch kind that’s hard to find today. I also recognized the color – gentle brown – a dark brown, like coffee, but not quite as dark as barely black. Gentle brown just happened to be my favorite color, next to South Pacific, a suntan color, barely there, a very light tan, and town taupe.

This was heaven! Her thighs were firm and the feel of the Hanes against her legs was just terrific. The nylon surface was silky smooth and glistening with moisture.

Of course, I took my time getting to my feet, then helping her up. The feel of her nylon legs, soaked through all the way up, was just incredible. She looked quite embarrassed, to say the least, as she sheepishly thanked me while pulling herself together.

This was heaven

Trying to bring her dress hem down didn’t help her modesty as the wet fabric clung to her legs and revealed her fine undergarments like an x-ray. Lynn retired to the forward restroom where she dried herself as well as she could. I didn’t see her again until just before landing, when she came out and seated herself again. After touching down and docking, I made sure I was one of the last ones deplaning so I could have a word with her.

I approached the exit door and smiled at her. Lynn smiled back as she said, “Thanks for helping me out back there. I’ve never had an experience like that.” I replied, “Same here.” What an understatement! Now was my chance. I calmly said, “Have you done any modeling? I’m a freelance photographer and would like to do some portraits of you.” Lynn replied, “Well, not really, but I’ve been thinking of going to modeling school and could use a portfolio.” I said, “Well, it just happens that I do portfolios.” We exchanged phone numbers and promised to get in touch with each other.

We saw each other again a couple of weeks later. I went to pick her up in my VW bug. When she came to the door, she was wearing a yellow dress and medium leather finish heels. Having come prepared, I had a pair of Hanes off-black stockings with me. Casually, I asked her if she wouldn’t mind putting on the stockings to complement her dress (black and yellow look nice in color). Fortunately, the 9 medium fitted her nicely, perhaps a bit on the long side. But that was fine; as I later found that the stockings extended almost to her crotch and matched her black garters perfectly. Being a beauty contestant at the college, she was absolutely breathtaking in her yellow dress and black nylons. Satisfied with her outfit, she got into my bug. We drove off to a nearby park with a running stream and waterfall.

When we got to the park, there was hardly anyone there to bother us. We had the whole park to ourselves. From the parking lot, we walked down toward the stream. There was a boulder and nearby large tree which I started with for background. I had a flash along for fill light, in case it got too dark in the shade. This was fortunate, for it was a bit dark to otherwise get details in the shadows. As she sat on a boulder, I worked around her, posing her in various positions, getting her relaxed. Gradually, her yellow dress hiked up bit by bit, exposing her dark stocking tops. Eventually, her garter clasps showed below her hemline. I was getting more and more excited at the possibilities. We moved on to the tree which had large surface roots extending out in several directions. Standing on the root, she went through various poses – some with her arms extended up and behind her head. I noticed the higher she held her arms, the higher her dress hem hiked up. I had her look off to the side so she would be less aware of where I was shooting from. I got a bunch of shots from a low angle, revealing the full length of her black-nylon covered legs, black stocking tops, garters, straps, and black panties. I moved in closer and closer with my 35mm wide angle, until I was a couple of feet from her legs. One of her garter clasps had unhooked, so I was able to get shots of her stocking tops, the garter clasp hanging, and her black-panty covered crotch. I was almost beside myself, feeling light-headed. A little later, I had her sit down on a low boulder. I asked her to relax by taking off her platform shoes. She obliged.

Now I had a clear shot up her legs with her stocking-covered feet in the foreground; the reinforced heels and toes came out clearly. I had her stand so I could get full-length shots of her with the black nylons. Throughout the entire session, she didn’t seem to mind the posing at all. I wonder if she was aware at all about the kinds of shots I was taking? Eventually, I ran out of film – both slides and black-and-white. Regretfully, I drove her home. We had another shoot a couple of months later after she was really satisfied with the nice portraits I had taken (she never did see the contact sheet or full set of slides), we arranged another shoot at her home.

This time I wanted to see more

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We have been married for 20 years. Our sex life is almost nothing. We are middle aged, but my wife is a pretty good looking woman. I want sex often, she wants it almost never. She is tall, brown curly hair, nice weight proportion. Her tits are not the biggest, but her juicy ass is everything I ever want.

I suggested once out of desperation that maybe she needs to go out and have an affair. Maybe that would restore her interest in sex. She never said no, which made me wonder. I told her if she ever did that, she would have to come home and tell me all about it while we screwed.

One day, she came home from work and said there was this younger guy at work. He had been “hanging around” her. She had a feeling he was showing interest. She could tell by the way he stared at her legs all the time. My wife loved to wear stockings, as it made her feel sexy and feminine. She had a huge nylon collection and lots of garter belts. I never fancied that as much I knew she wanted me to. He was about 20 years younger than her. So, one day, she went to work with no bra and wearing a rather loose top. Her skirt was shorter than usual, and her black stockings with a black seam, made her very hot. At work she accidentally bended over, so that the top of her shirt would allow him easy visual access to her breasts, and the skirt showed the top of her stockings. She said this really turned her on. I told her that someday; if the boss tells you both to take off work early, ask him if you can come over to his place. She said she would think about it.

She accidentally bended over

So, here is her story:

It was Friday. The boss let us finally out early for a change. I knew what I had to do, and it made me horny just thinking of what could happen. I asked the young man if I could come over to his place. He said, “sure!” He had an idea what I was after. I went into the ladies room, took off my top and took off my bra. Put my top back on and changed into some short cut offs that really showed my nice long legs, covered in my favourite pair of stockings; a blue pair whit a black seam on the back and big reinforcements on the toe and the heel. When I went out into the parking lot to get in my car to follow him home, he saw me and he knew what I was after.

I followed him home and we were hardly in his door and we were embraced. We kissed and tongued and he found my tits rather quickly. He touched them through my top and that really turned me on. Here I am, a married woman with a guy almost half my age, going at it like kids. I loved it! He remarked how I didn’t have a bra on and that was a turn on for him. He loved feeling them. I whispered in his ear, “take my top off.” With that he dropped his hands down and lifted my top off over my head exposing my tits. He dropped down and starting sucking and licking them. God it felt like heaven.

Soon after, I told him, “let’s go to your bedroom”. So with us still touching each other we inched towards the bedroom. I sat on the bed, topless, and he was in front of me taking his shirt off. Then I told him I wanted a foot massage. I saw in his eyes that he wanted to do that. I kicked off my shoes, and put my legs on his chest. He started touching them gently. He mourned and said “I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you!” I could see that his cock made his pants look like a tent. Next thing, he started kissing and sucking my feet. GOD it made me so wet! I knew my first orgasm would come quick.

I kicked off my shoes

I went after his pants. First his belt, then the snap on his jeans, then downed his zipper. He had such a bulge, oh wow! I worked his jeans down then off. I started rubbing his cock through his shorts. First with my hand, then with my feet. He moaned. He put his hands all over my legs and then my tits again, pinching my nipples. I worked his shorts down and exposed the biggest cock I had ever seen. Now, I’ve been laid by a few guys in my time, even a black guy once, but never have I seen a dick this big. He was probably almost 8 inches and larger around than you. I kept rubbing this big cock with my feet. He loved it. A few strokes later he came. All over my nylon covered feet! I felt the power I had. And it made me even hornier.

He reached down and took off my skirt, nice and slowly. He remarked how he liked my cute little panties. I told him to take them off and smell them! So he did! He stuck his fingers down the waistband and worked them down and off my legs exposing my hot, wet, aching pussy. He dropped down and started tonguing my pussy. Oh my God, it was wonderful. After he tongued my clitoris for a bit, I came right away. He kept going for awhile.

A couple of minutes later, he was ready again. While he was licking me, I had been stroking him with my feet all the time. Gently. His head, chest, arms, legs, ass and dick. Only with my feet, still wearing my sexy 60’ies stockings. And it made his dick hard as a rock again.
He asked me if I wanted him to put on a condom. I told him no, I need you in me now! With that he rubbed the head of his dick between my pussy lips. I reached down and took hold of the beautiful big thing and started working it in my pussy. Gosh, it took a few pumps on his part to get in, but get in he did and did it felt sooooo good. I couldn’t believe it, here I was, fucking this guy, raw yet, no condom, hell I had no protection.

I was ready to cum again, then he said he was ready to cum. He said he wanted to cum inside me, but if I wanted him too, he would pull out. I was ready to explode in orgasm, I said, do it to me know, keep going, don’t stop, I am about to cum… All the time I kept my legs visible for his eyes. We exploded in orgasm together. I could feel his hot load squirting deep inside my pussy which really turned me on. God, taking this guy raw and him cumming inside me, I felt so dirty, but it felt so good, I told myself, what the hell!

He told me he wanted to go at it again. This young guy was unbelievable and I couldn’t tell him no. I said we should do a different position. This time, he sat on the edge of the bed and I mounted him. He could really turn me on playing with my tits and sucking on them while we screwed. I slowly lowered myself on his cock. As large as it was, I slipped right in. I was so wet and had lots of his cum in me yet. We went at it like teenagers for a good long time. He slammed me with is dick and had his hands on my hips and rocked my hips as he came in me again, really slowly in and out, pulsating and pumping more cum deep in my pussy. This triggered me really hot, so I reached down and rubbed my clitoris and came myself again in just a couple of minutes, with him still inside me.

I dismounted him and told him I had to be getting home. We had fucked the afternoon away for sure. I had to wipe my pussy good with all the cum still dripping out of it. God, I couldn’t believe I did that. It felt great! The power of the stockings is great!

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I recently took a job as a salesman for a large firm, and a lot of travelling would be involved. This was a bit of a downside. But, in a way, it also intrigued me, as I had always had a fantasy about going to a strange town and having a one night stand with a complete stranger. I’m married, but have had marital problems on and off for a few years. My wife had a brief affair with her high school sweetheart a few years into our marriage. Though she broke it off, I have always felt betrayed and even sometimes felt the need to get even with her.

As expected, I was sent out of town to one of our affiliate firms. When I got there, I was greeted by their secretary. She had blond brown, shiny, long hair which was pulled up into a tousled looking bun. She had a fabulous body, lean and curvy with nice tits and a firm ass to die for. But the one thing I really noticed was here stockings covered legs. Under her dark grey mini skirt, I could easily see the marks from her garter belt. I had a stockings fetish, but it has been laying dead the last couple of years, since my wife never really liked wearing any kind of hosiery. I felt my dick wake up in a kind of way it has not been for a long long time. This secretary, who was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, had a fabulous body Lean and curvy with nice tits and a firm ass. And the best of it all; her feet! She wore beautiful open high heel shoes, the ones you can see the entire foot. The elegant retro reinforced toe stockings also had a Cuban heel, seamed, which made me absolute crazy. When I finally manage to drag my eyes away from her hot legs, I could see that she new. She caught me STARE at her legs and feet, like only a stockings lover would do. She new I had a nylon fetish. I could feel my cheeks turn red as I tried to hide the bump in my pants. She smiled and we exchanged pleasantries and spoke a few times throughout the day. I had the feeling she was eyeballing.

Nobody in this firm knew that I was married, so I asked the VP that I was working with if the secretary was married. I didn’t want to ask, but I felt out of control. He said “no, in fact she broke up with her boyfriend a few weeks ago.” That was exactly what I wanted to hear! There was already too much blood in my dick. The next time I saw her, I asked her if she would like to have dinner that night. She smiled and said she did. I didn’t know my way around town very well, so she said we should eat at the restaurant at the hotel where I was staying, which sounded good to me. She said she would meet me at the hotel at 7:00.

I was so nervous, I had been married for so long that I had forgotten what it was like to be getting ready for a date. And only the thought of those black stockings legs, made drove me nuts. Just as I was ready to go down to the lobby at 6:45, there was a knock on my door. I could feel my heart beat faster. I opened up the door and there she stood. In a smaller dress than earlier that day, and still a pair of black retro reinforced heel and toe stockings. Before I even had a chance to say anything, she said “lets not bother with dinner, we both know that all we really want to do is fuck. I could see by the way you looked at me, that you can’t resist a woman in stockings.” I stood there with my mouth hanging open as she walked right in and proceeded to take her coat off. I had no idea what to say, but I could take my eyes of her stunning body and those hot long legs.

She walked over to me, while taking off her jacket and top, and said “I want you to start suck my nipples.” Shaky, I began sucking them and, at the same time, wondered how in the world I could get so lucky. She had fabulous tits, nice and firm with little perky nipples that were hard as I continued sucking and licking them. She pulled me up to kiss her and while she was kissing me she reached down and grabbed a hold of my prick through my pants. As you can imagine, it was plenty hard. But I couldn’t resist anymore. I had to touch her legs. I did. She immediately unzipped my pants, pushing my boxers and pants down to the ground in one quick motion. The next thing I knew, her warm mouth was all over my cock, licking and sucking it with passion. She was now only wearing stockings and shoes. It was a dream, and my dick was harder than ever inside her mouth. “You have a great looking cock, do you fuck a lot?” she asked. I stammered something like “not really” and she said “you’re married aren’t you?” Before I even answered, she said “I knew it, that’s ok, I don’t want any commitments anyway, just a nice fuck.” I didn’t think a woman like this existed, and here she was sucking my cock!

I could tell she was experienced at sucking cocks because she worked mine over like she was polishing a rare antique. I came so close to cumming about ten times but held off, because I didn’t want to seem like an amateur. All of a sudden she lied down on the bed and asked me to follow her. She slowly took off her shoes and to my big surprise; she started to rub my dick with her stockings covered feet. I felt like I was going to faint. Never ever had this happened to me, and it was all I had ever dreamt of. She had perfect feet. The feet of your dreams. The black seamed stockings led up to her wet shaved pussy. I was in heaven. She kept rubbing my cock, while she looked me in my eyes and asked me if I liked it. I only managed to say a very low “yes”.

Then she said “now it’s my turn! c’mon.” I dived down between her wide spread legs and buried my face into that sweet pussy. She quivered and moaned while I probed her with my tongue and sucked on her swollen clit. I don’t even know how much time went by, but she said “I’m ready to be fucked now.” She didn’t have to tell me twice, I said “how would you like it?” She didn’t say anything, she just led me over to a chair, pushed me down, and, facing away from me, lowered herself down onto my throbbing cock. I know that she just wanted to tease me with this position, not showing her legs.

Then, she abruptly got up and went over to the bed again, spread her legs and told me to come! I didn’t need to be told what to do. I slid right up on top of her and guided my hard cock between her legs into her hot, wet pussy. This time I could finally feel and see her legs. I held onto her hips as I fucked her gently, then harder. She moaned continuously and said “harder, harder!!” I thought I would hurt her, but she kept asking for it harder, so I began to really pound her and this made her moan even louder. She pushed her feet against my face, and the feeling of stockings on my cheek and mouth, made my dick closer to exploding. Her pussy was gripping my cock so tight that I knew she was getting ready to cum, and then she did cum, practically screaming and shaking as she did.

I was ready to cum too, and just as I was about to, she said “cum on my feet… ” Oh my God, this just kept getting better and better! My wife would die before she would let me cum on her feet; this was a real treat for me. I pulled my cock out and she started stroking it with her feet. I came harder than ever, and I shot cum out in long streams, all over her black stockings. My white cum on her black nylons, was a sight I would never forget.

We fucked again, this time slower and missionary position, very tenderly. Then we fell asleep in each others’ arms. When I woke up, she was gone, and I had to catch a plane. I’ve never been unfaithful again; I figure the score is even now. I don’t think I could ever top my hotel experience with the brown haired stockings beauty, anyway.

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