She Found a Sissy
- 3 years ago
- 16
- 0
TIGHTY TIGHT SISSY free porn video
POLLY GLOSS HOOKS UP WITH TWO UNHAPPILY MARRIED MEN FOR TIGHTS/LYCRA FETISH FUN
I met Pat and Len via a fetish forum for lovers of crossdressers and tights enthusiasts. We shared saucy messages and pics. It was fortunate that they lived nearby, as I had told them in no uncertain terms, that I wanted them both. My hungry eyes behind my shiny stocking mask longed for their hard mature cocks in their tights, in my mouth and, naturally, up my arsehole. The fact that they had wives only deepened the thrill. Indeed the thrill of cheating is even more intense and tender when dressed for the occasion. Len was a retired barrister and Pat was a building labourer. Both of them were tall, strapping hunks, in comparison to my curvy body, slender legs and sissy ways. Len owned a few properties in the city, which he often rented out to students and tourists. He kept one room free, for perverted escapades like ours.
As soon as Len buzzed me into the apartment block, I paused outside the door, smiled and slowly stretched a thick glossy tight black stocking over my face. I smoothed my hands over my silky compressed features. ‘Tights,’ I whispered, placing my bag in the hall.
The hunks were waiting for me, as I swayed into the living room, with a hand on my hip, in my black polo neck sweater and form fitting, over the knee skintight purple lycra shorts, layered over my double layered tan/silver metallic tights; giving my crotch, arse and legs a brilliant gloss finish. My silver heeled sandals really gave my legs and arse a lift. Fuck, I was so aroused, as I pranced and minced for them. I paraded up and down the room, casting them looks of disgust. ‘What’s the matter, never seen someone in Lycra and heels before? I was supposed to meet two unhappily married perverts here? Have I got the right place?’
In the middle of the room was a free standing mirror, where I knelt down on all fours, and slowly kissed my nylon reflection, knowing they were watching. ‘Ooh, what do we have here? I believe we’ve met before. My name is Polly and your name is Polly.’
I’d move my arse from left to right, feeling their eyes piercing the sheen hugging my curvy arse, as I pecked my stocking reflection. ‘Oh me, oh my!’ I gasped in sissy voice.
After some moments, enjoying my own company, I climbed onto the arm of the thick cushioned chair, opposite the men, giving them a right eyeful of my amazing arse, as I rubbed, humped writhed and said how I love lycra and tights, letting them get a good eyeful of the tight sheen of curvy arse. Len was filming me on his phone. My lycra shorts were so tight they must have revealed the pantyline of my leotard underneath. I humped and groaned with as much abandon, as if no-one was watching me. It was a regular activity I usually did at home in front of my video camera, whenever I bought a new outfit, or thought about a person I fancied. I’d hump and call their names, as I was doing now, when I yelled, ‘Oh Len! Pat! Ooh, tights!’
‘No-one wears lycra tights like you,’ Pat leered, as he undid his belt and dropped his jeans, revealing his muscular legs and hard cock in high shine mahogany tights.
Still on the thick arm rest, I looked over my shoulder.
‘Ooh do you think! With a cock like that, I could say the same about you,’ I cooed, as I rubbed and ground my arse on the armrest.
‘I’m wearing my wife’s tights, I am,’ said Pat, in a rather simple way.
‘Good for you,’ I said with indifference, as I glanced at Len, who was already wanking himself off in, presumably his wife’s black tights. He’d put the phone away and was studying me carefully.
I smirked, as I climbed off the arm rest, knowing that Len was fixated on how my arse curved and gave off a shimmer. I pranced over to the sofa and curled up to Pat, and caressed his gleaming hard cock through his tights. ‘Oh I love shiny tights,’ Pat grinned, smoothing his hands over his thighs and reaching over to cup my arse. ‘What is your missus doing this evening?’ I asked playfully, putting my hands on his shoulders, looking up at him demurely.
‘Daft bitch is into that psychic reading over the phone,’ he scoffed.
I put a hand over my mouth and gave a short, fake sissy laugh, which made me sound like such a dumbass bitch.
‘Does she know you wear her tights while you wank yourself off to my pics?’ I said.
‘I couldn’t give a shit,’ he said.
‘Neither can I,’ I replied, as I leant in and we kissed deeply as my nylon mask allowed. I massaged his cock through his shiny hose and felt his hands smoothing my arse. I even felt his finger prodding against my covered arsehole.
After about ten minutes of this luxurious petting, we paused.
‘Will you do that thing for me, you said you would?’ he said.
‘Did you bring her picture?’ I giggled.
Pat reached into his jacket and produced his wife’s photo. I studied the capture, the worn face and the weird short back and sides hairstyle many women strangely go for when they hit 55. ‘You weren’t wrong. Oh you poor bastard,’ I pouted, jerking him hard. ‘Imagine looking at that every day, never mind waking up next to it. Do you like this? Do you like me wanking you off while I insult your wife? Huh, you like me dressed like this for you, as I insult that dragon?’
‘Oh Polly!’ he gasped, as my hand clasped his nylon shaft and vigorously jerked his hard cock, as I looked in his face.
‘Okay stand up!’
Pat stood tall, as I squatted before him, exposing the skintight sheen of my curvy arse to Len. I placed the photo of his wife under my arse, looked at Len angrily, screwed my face up and rasped a loud one over the photo. I sucked Pat through his tights, clamping my nylon lips over his shaft.
‘You dirty bitch,’ said Len, wanking himself harder.
‘That’s what I think of your wife,’ I said, gazing up at Pat, as I placed both hands on my arse and felt the shiny sheen of my pantyline, as I sucked him with no hands. While I was doing this, I’d look at Len, with my mouth bulging with Pat’s pantyhose cock, knowingly, as if my real sights were on him. Again and again I thundered a loud one on his ugly wife’s image, as I released his cock and shoved it under my mask in my mouth. I deep throated him, making gagging noises, making my cheeks bulge, before I released his cock, right at the moment his jet of hot spunk splashed over my nylon face.
After he recovered Pat emptied a bag of smelly tights all over me. I grabbed a few pairs and sniffed and dangled them on my head and shoulders. ‘Ooh tights, tights, I love tights!’ I then stepped around the room in my heels, swaying and swinging the tights around, caressing my nylon face with them and wrapping them around my shoulders. Len looked at me with a deep, cock-straining disgust. The self-satisfied beam stretched my stained, stocking mask. ‘Ooh, ooh, I’m a tighty, tighty sissy, a tighty, tighty sissy!’ I pranced and posed and minced around, until I paused before Pat and placed my hands on his shoulders.
‘You know what I really want, Pat? You really know. I want to hear you say it, for sweet, little me,’ I pouted.
‘Shag me,’ he said quietly.
‘Huh?’
‘Shag me. Shag me in my tights! Bugger me!’ he cried.
‘Now that’s what I like to hear dear,’ I said, as I pulled my sweater off and slid my lycra shorts down, revealing my body in a red leotard. I rescued a few pairs of screwed up tights I’d been writhing around in, off the floor and stretched them over Pat’s head. Real tight. With the other pairs over my shoulders, I stuffed them inside the back of my leotard, which formed a strange looking compressed bulge, which must have looked disgusting from the back. Another daring look passed between me and Len, as I took my place behind Pat.
Pat bent over, making his tights stretch against his arse. I parted my high shine legs slightly, propped up on my silver heels and dry humped him in my red leotard, bulging with my hard cock. This was so fucking easy.
‘Do you know how long I’ve waited for this, you fucking b**st!’ I panted, as I felt my hard cock straining in my leotard, at the friction of his nylon on my lycra. I grabbed his nylon hips and angrily humped him. ‘Does that ugly cow have any idea how many times you’ve milked your cock over my pics?’ I seethed.
‘No, but it’s hundreds of times!’
‘Only hundreds! Not good enough. Maybe I should stop sending you my smelly tights in the post!’
‘Please don’t Polly, sniffing and wearing them is one of my few pleasures!’ Pat wailed. ‘My sweet Polly. It’s you I want. I hate my wife. I’m going to leave her, get my own place, put all your sexy used tights in my special drawer, and put framed pictures of you all over the place,’ said Pat, pressing his knees together and poking his arse against my thrusts. ‘Then I’ll wear your tights, put a pair on my head as well, and call your name as I look at you! I only hope your tights are smelly!’ he cried out, as the sound of my hips slapping against his arse, echoed through the apartment.
I felt my teeth clench as I humped him harder. ‘Oh yeah! Uh, uh! Oh yeah!’ I shouted.
I noticed Len frantically wanking himself off. I gave him a cheeky smile and a wink.
‘Tell Len what we fucking did in the bedroom you share with your wife when she was out?’
‘You fisted me.’
‘That’s right. And what did you have on your head?’
‘Your silky smelly red panties!’ he cried.
The sensation and friction made me flood the crotch of my leotard. Pat put his clothes back on, while I went out to freshen up and prepare for Len.
I squeezed into my pair of black silky panties and high gloss black tights. On my top I fixed a satin corset. I smiled as applied more makeup and dropped a red copper wig on my head, cut into a bobbed style. I stepped into a high waist pleated purple tartan skirt and heeled buckle shoes. I stepped back into to the lounge.
‘Where’s Pat?’ I said, resting a hand high on my waist, and arching my leg.
‘I locked him out on the balcony,’ admitted Len.
I smiled. ‘It’s freezing outside,’ I said, taking out a pair of my old suntan tights and pulling them tightly over Len’s face.
‘So what?’ he said.
He took my purple lycra shorts and, with a long swish, eased them over his hunky nylon legs. They were super skintight and form fitting. I leered at him and said, ‘Hope they feel as good as they look on you.’
Pat was watching and wanking from the window. My heels clicked on the flooring as I smiled and slowly stepped over to the balcony door. I bit my lip coyly as I paused on my side of the glass, considering whether to let poor Pat in. I parted my heavily glossed lips seductively and playfully before I sharply pulled the curtains closed, and returned to Len. I placed my arms around him, as he took me by the waist.
‘Pat may have big cock but he’s so fucking boring,’ I said. I looked at Len solemnly. ‘If there’s one cock that I want to be plunged up my tight arsehole tonight, it’s going to be yours,’ I said, before we fell into a passionate kiss, which made my wig slide to one side. We paused. I straightened my wig. I noticed the music. We gently danced for a while. I smiled serenely over his shoulder, so privileged to be in the arms of this hunky mature man, and dressed for him like this. Inside my knickers and tights, I could sense my arsehole twitching for the sensation of his thick cock.
‘We should leave that poor prick on the balcony all night,’ I suggested, a flash of glee in my eyes, as we rocked to the romantic music. I could feel Len’s massive cock pressing against my nylon thigh. I closed my eyes, as I imagined it filling my mouth. I leant to his ear and whispered, ‘Because I’m in a charitable mood, I might even open the curtain slightly, so poor Pat can see what he’s missing,’ I added. This knowledge prompted another strong kiss. My hands smoothed and gripped his arse.
After the music finished we sat down on the sofa with our wine. I carefully crossed my leg with the swish of mesh, giving him a good eyeful of my glimmering thigh. I asked him if he had remembered to bring his barrister wig. He reached for a box on the table and took it out. I looked at it with fascination, as I caressed it. ‘Very classy,’ I said. ‘May I?’ I carefully fixed it over his head. ‘Oh my. How masterful and dignified it makes you look,’ I smiled.
We made small talk for a little while about his former career as a barrister. I found it intriguing. I tucked my nylon legs under my arse on the sofa, as he regaled me with some tales of his former occupation. My eyes were wide with interest and my panties were moist, in the presence of this hunk whose legs and arse were packed into my purple lycra shorts over his black tights. I giggled flirtatiously in all the right places, sometimes letting my hand fall on his lycra thigh.
‘I have to know something,’ I said delicately, taking his hand. ‘Did you ever, you know, get someone sent down who didn’t deserve it, just because you didn’t like them?’
Len’s smile stretched his stocking mask.
‘Oh go on,’ I teased. ‘Please tell me!’
‘But that would go against professional ethics,’ he said.
I shifted my legs from under me and carefully put the glass on the coffee table. I crossed my legs and smoothed my glossy thigh.
‘Oh darling, do you really think when your cock’s in my mouth, that I give a hot shit about professional ethics? The last thing that’ll be on my mind, when I get home and I’m wringing out my knickers after you’ve drenched in your hot cum all over them, will be some loser in the slammer,’ I said as my smile transformed into a look of calculated lust.
‘You really are a dirty bitch,’ he said.
‘You should prosecute me for being a panty pervert,’ I said. ‘Sentence me to sit on your mouth, three fucking times a week, for twenty years!’
I looked at him with a daring smirk on my lips.
We fell into a passion kiss. My glossy lips parted his nylon mouth, as his hands went up my skirt and smoothed and stroked my tight panties.
‘Oh my Len!’ I panted.
He pushed me onto my back, as I smoothed and gripped his arse in his lycra.
‘You dirty cow, you would do it as well. You’d really do it,’ he seethed.
‘And more, so much more!’ I panted. ‘Oh Len, I really have to hump your arse!’
I jumped up, took my skirt off, as Len lay on his front. His arse shimmered in the tight lycra. I positioned myself on top of him, in my tights and panties, and expertly ground my hard cock into his encased arse. My arse bobbed frantically up and down, as I breathed heavily in his ear. ‘Oh yeah, leave your wife for me and I will dutifully sit on your face any time you fucking want. There won’t be a day that I won’t wear immaculate tights and panties for you, that I won’t lie in your arms and kiss the hours away, or that your hard cock won’t stir my arsehole red raw! Do you understand?’
The friction between my nylon crotch on his lycra arse was fucking unreal! Ooh I could feel the stretch of my tight knickers under my glossy tights. My determined thrusts were also making my wig slip over my eyes. My eyes darted with wild lust. ‘There won’t be a day where your nose goes without my arsehole, where you won’t wake up and see me greeting you in my incandescent lycra leggings and aerobics leotard. There won’t be a day that goes by without you flooding my mouth with your cum. There won’t be a man on our street who won’t want to give me the fucking I so richly deserve, that I already get from you. Every fucking night! In tights, Len. In tights! In tights! And get this, there won’t be a minute that I won’t yearn to suck your big cock through the tights I make you wear! Now do you understand how I really feel about you, my darling!’
Len shifted under me. We changed positions, and he got on top of me, pinning me on my front. I gasped as I felt his rock hard cock in his lycra pumping my arse in my knickers.
‘You dirty, little slut!’ he seethed. ‘As soon as my back was turned you’d be offering your tight arse to every pervert out there!’
‘Not every pervert!’ I panted.
‘I know what you’re like, I’ve seen the way you relish all those men wanking over you on xhamster,’ he said.
‘Only the ones who dress in lycra and encase themselves in shiny pantyhose! I block all those miserable flaccid cock profiles,’ I confessed.
‘And I bet that gives you a thrill, does it?’
‘Absolutely. Honestly, you should see me, curled up in my leotard and tights on the sofa, yawning at the boring chancers, as I fart for my own pleasure!’ I giggled
Len’s thrusts were more violent. I can’t tell you how liberating it was, feeling the weight of this man on my back, with his hard cock pumping my arse through my panties, listening to my vicious and kinky truths. I couldn’t wait to tell my followers this story, hoping they would gush in their wives’ tights.
‘Aren’t you even ashamed of the way you dress and act, for strange men to jerk themselves off over you?’ seethed Len.
‘I’m only sorry that their wives’ aren’t aware of their husbands secret late night desires. I just know they’d be envious that their hard cocks were for me! Speaking of which…I need your hard cock! I need it now! In my mouth, Len!’ I scrambled off the sofa and went to the balcony doors, where I opened the curtain.
‘What are you doing?’ said Len, as he got to his feet, his hard cock bulging in his lycra shorts.
‘I really need to show poor Pat how I feel about you.’
I squatted down, surely giving Pat a good eyeful of how my black tights hugged my silky black panties. ‘Oh, Len, darling. Let’s swap wigs.’
Len exchanged my copper wig for his barrister wig. My slutty face in makeup, framed by the barrister wig seemed to make him harder. I looked up at him as I traced my tongue over his huge lycra shaft. Sometimes I’d look around at Pat, as I kissed Len’s lycra compressed balls. ‘Imagine I’m the barrister and you’re the smooth criminal. Ooh, and you’ve done very, very naughty things,’ I said, as I placed kisses on his shaft and pressed my nose under his balls, to sniff. ‘Oh I’ve read the case notes, and the bad things you did. I creamed my panties over you.’ I sniffed again. ‘Fuck, your lycra is sweaty,’ I grinned.
Knowing that Pat could see this, as well as the view of my shapely arse packed into my gleaming knickers and tights, gave me a thrill. By now I had whipped Len’s stiff prick out of his lycra and was on it, deeply sucking him, as I looked at him with devotion. I briefly turned round and glanced at Pat, my mouth full of cock. I then knelt down, resting my arse on the back of my heels, as I took Len’s prick in my hands and worked his prick in and out of my mouth making om, om, om sounds. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him up my arse. I got up, and pulled my tights and knickers to my ankles, and poked my arse out. I pouted, as Len eased his prick up my smooth arsehole. Within seconds, he was expertly shafting me. What a sight I must have looked. There I was, my knees pressed together, my arse sticking out, knickers down to my ankles, and my hysterical expressions, under the barrister wig! And behind me, gripping my hips, getting into a sweat, in a copper wig and black stocking mask, was this hunky, mature man, buggering me senseless.
‘Shag me, shag me, Len! Oh yes, give it to me! I’m your tighty tight sissy, tighty tighty sissy!’ I heard my heels sc**** the floor, as he shagged me with more determination. Few things could beat the feeling of being dressed like this for a man’s hard cock. I never tired of it, never got bored of this desire. The moment Len and I found each other, I knew there was only one way it would go. The fact was, ever since I first saw him, I longed for him to see my panties and tights stretched to the limit. What’s more I wanted to sit on his face like that, and for him to drench my tight arse with his naked lust. I quickly drew away and asked him to lie down.
‘I have to cum, Polly. I must cum!’ he cried, as he watched me pulling my tights and panties up.
‘You will, darling. I promise you will cum like you’ve never cum before. There’s something I need to do first,’ I gasped, as I lowered my encased arse on his stocking face. Len didn’t hesitate in sniffing me. ‘Sniff, sniff!’ I cried. Pat wasn’t only watching but he was wanking more frantically. I smiled self-assuredly, as I heard the sound of my silky swish grinding, on Len’s nose. After about twenty minutes, I swivelled around and straddled his cock. ‘I need to look in your eyes, as you drench my tights,’ I said. I rode and ground my arse against him, as my eyes penetrated his nylon mask to look at him. ‘I love you,’ I said. ‘You know this is what you’ve always wanted,’ I declared. Within seconds, not only did my wig tumble off my head, but Len violently flooded my tight panties with a tidal wave of spunk. It was so strong that I’m sure it must have penetrated the layers of silk and nylon. I fell into his comforting arms and relaxed my head on his chest, to recover. I curled into him and smiled serenely.
‘Never in my life have I met someone as filthy as you. Never have I cum like that, or have been so hard,’ he panted. ‘I think I love you too,’ he said. After some minutes, resting, we became aware of someone knocking on the window.
‘Pat!’ I smiled. ‘He’s still out there.’
‘I’ll tell him to go,’ said Len.
‘I need a shower,’ I said, as I got up and carefully took off my tights and knickers.. I held the sopping nylon between my fingers. ‘Give these to Pat, as a parting gift,’ I said, before taking a shower.
In the shower I sang. I felt so pleased with myself. When I finished I put a fresh pair of suntan tights and white ankle socks, with my buckle shoes. I put a short blue skirt on and my black sweater. Len was still in the purple, but stained, lycra shorts when I came in. He had taken his mask and wig off. We exchanged smiles, as I packed my bag. ‘I’ll drive you to the station,’ he said.
‘Thanks.’
‘We have to do this again,’ he said.
I fixed my copper wig on and posed with a hand on my hip.
‘Absolutely. I was yours from the moment you looked at me.’
I met Pat and Len via a fetish forum for lovers of crossdressers and tights enthusiasts. We shared saucy messages and pics. It was fortunate that they lived nearby, as I had told them in no uncertain terms, that I wanted them both. My hungry eyes behind my shiny stocking mask longed for their hard mature cocks in their tights, in my mouth and, naturally, up my arsehole. The fact that they had wives only deepened the thrill. Indeed the thrill of cheating is even more intense and tender when dressed for the occasion. Len was a retired barrister and Pat was a building labourer. Both of them were tall, strapping hunks, in comparison to my curvy body, slender legs and sissy ways. Len owned a few properties in the city, which he often rented out to students and tourists. He kept one room free, for perverted escapades like ours.
As soon as Len buzzed me into the apartment block, I paused outside the door, smiled and slowly stretched a thick glossy tight black stocking over my face. I smoothed my hands over my silky compressed features. ‘Tights,’ I whispered, placing my bag in the hall.
The hunks were waiting for me, as I swayed into the living room, with a hand on my hip, in my black polo neck sweater and form fitting, over the knee skintight purple lycra shorts, layered over my double layered tan/silver metallic tights; giving my crotch, arse and legs a brilliant gloss finish. My silver heeled sandals really gave my legs and arse a lift. Fuck, I was so aroused, as I pranced and minced for them. I paraded up and down the room, casting them looks of disgust. ‘What’s the matter, never seen someone in Lycra and heels before? I was supposed to meet two unhappily married perverts here? Have I got the right place?’
In the middle of the room was a free standing mirror, where I knelt down on all fours, and slowly kissed my nylon reflection, knowing they were watching. ‘Ooh, what do we have here? I believe we’ve met before. My name is Polly and your name is Polly.’
I’d move my arse from left to right, feeling their eyes piercing the sheen hugging my curvy arse, as I pecked my stocking reflection. ‘Oh me, oh my!’ I gasped in sissy voice.
After some moments, enjoying my own company, I climbed onto the arm of the thick cushioned chair, opposite the men, giving them a right eyeful of my amazing arse, as I rubbed, humped writhed and said how I love lycra and tights, letting them get a good eyeful of the tight sheen of curvy arse. Len was filming me on his phone. My lycra shorts were so tight they must have revealed the pantyline of my leotard underneath. I humped and groaned with as much abandon, as if no-one was watching me. It was a regular activity I usually did at home in front of my video camera, whenever I bought a new outfit, or thought about a person I fancied. I’d hump and call their names, as I was doing now, when I yelled, ‘Oh Len! Pat! Ooh, tights!’
‘No-one wears lycra tights like you,’ Pat leered, as he undid his belt and dropped his jeans, revealing his muscular legs and hard cock in high shine mahogany tights.
Still on the thick arm rest, I looked over my shoulder.
‘Ooh do you think! With a cock like that, I could say the same about you,’ I cooed, as I rubbed and ground my arse on the armrest.
‘I’m wearing my wife’s tights, I am,’ said Pat, in a rather simple way.
‘Good for you,’ I said with indifference, as I glanced at Len, who was already wanking himself off in, presumably his wife’s black tights. He’d put the phone away and was studying me carefully.
I smirked, as I climbed off the arm rest, knowing that Len was fixated on how my arse curved and gave off a shimmer. I pranced over to the sofa and curled up to Pat, and caressed his gleaming hard cock through his tights. ‘Oh I love shiny tights,’ Pat grinned, smoothing his hands over his thighs and reaching over to cup my arse. ‘What is your missus doing this evening?’ I asked playfully, putting my hands on his shoulders, looking up at him demurely.
‘Daft bitch is into that psychic reading over the phone,’ he scoffed.
I put a hand over my mouth and gave a short, fake sissy laugh, which made me sound like such a dumbass bitch.
‘Does she know you wear her tights while you wank yourself off to my pics?’ I said.
‘I couldn’t give a shit,’ he said.
‘Neither can I,’ I replied, as I leant in and we kissed deeply as my nylon mask allowed. I massaged his cock through his shiny hose and felt his hands smoothing my arse. I even felt his finger prodding against my covered arsehole.
After about ten minutes of this luxurious petting, we paused.
‘Will you do that thing for me, you said you would?’ he said.
‘Did you bring her picture?’ I giggled.
Pat reached into his jacket and produced his wife’s photo. I studied the capture, the worn face and the weird short back and sides hairstyle many women strangely go for when they hit 55. ‘You weren’t wrong. Oh you poor bastard,’ I pouted, jerking him hard. ‘Imagine looking at that every day, never mind waking up next to it. Do you like this? Do you like me wanking you off while I insult your wife? Huh, you like me dressed like this for you, as I insult that dragon?’
‘Oh Polly!’ he gasped, as my hand clasped his nylon shaft and vigorously jerked his hard cock, as I looked in his face.
‘Okay stand up!’
Pat stood tall, as I squatted before him, exposing the skintight sheen of my curvy arse to Len. I placed the photo of his wife under my arse, looked at Len angrily, screwed my face up and rasped a loud one over the photo. I sucked Pat through his tights, clamping my nylon lips over his shaft.
‘You dirty bitch,’ said Len, wanking himself harder.
‘That’s what I think of your wife,’ I said, gazing up at Pat, as I placed both hands on my arse and felt the shiny sheen of my pantyline, as I sucked him with no hands. While I was doing this, I’d look at Len, with my mouth bulging with Pat’s pantyhose cock, knowingly, as if my real sights were on him. Again and again I thundered a loud one on his ugly wife’s image, as I released his cock and shoved it under my mask in my mouth. I deep throated him, making gagging noises, making my cheeks bulge, before I released his cock, right at the moment his jet of hot spunk splashed over my nylon face.
After he recovered Pat emptied a bag of smelly tights all over me. I grabbed a few pairs and sniffed and dangled them on my head and shoulders. ‘Ooh tights, tights, I love tights!’ I then stepped around the room in my heels, swaying and swinging the tights around, caressing my nylon face with them and wrapping them around my shoulders. Len looked at me with a deep, cock-straining disgust. The self-satisfied beam stretched my stained, stocking mask. ‘Ooh, ooh, I’m a tighty, tighty sissy, a tighty, tighty sissy!’ I pranced and posed and minced around, until I paused before Pat and placed my hands on his shoulders.
‘You know what I really want, Pat? You really know. I want to hear you say it, for sweet, little me,’ I pouted.
‘Shag me,’ he said quietly.
‘Huh?’
‘Shag me. Shag me in my tights! Bugger me!’ he cried.
‘Now that’s what I like to hear dear,’ I said, as I pulled my sweater off and slid my lycra shorts down, revealing my body in a red leotard. I rescued a few pairs of screwed up tights I’d been writhing around in, off the floor and stretched them over Pat’s head. Real tight. With the other pairs over my shoulders, I stuffed them inside the back of my leotard, which formed a strange looking compressed bulge, which must have looked disgusting from the back. Another daring look passed between me and Len, as I took my place behind Pat.
Pat bent over, making his tights stretch against his arse. I parted my high shine legs slightly, propped up on my silver heels and dry humped him in my red leotard, bulging with my hard cock. This was so fucking easy.
‘Do you know how long I’ve waited for this, you fucking b**st!’ I panted, as I felt my hard cock straining in my leotard, at the friction of his nylon on my lycra. I grabbed his nylon hips and angrily humped him. ‘Does that ugly cow have any idea how many times you’ve milked your cock over my pics?’ I seethed.
‘No, but it’s hundreds of times!’
‘Only hundreds! Not good enough. Maybe I should stop sending you my smelly tights in the post!’
‘Please don’t Polly, sniffing and wearing them is one of my few pleasures!’ Pat wailed. ‘My sweet Polly. It’s you I want. I hate my wife. I’m going to leave her, get my own place, put all your sexy used tights in my special drawer, and put framed pictures of you all over the place,’ said Pat, pressing his knees together and poking his arse against my thrusts. ‘Then I’ll wear your tights, put a pair on my head as well, and call your name as I look at you! I only hope your tights are smelly!’ he cried out, as the sound of my hips slapping against his arse, echoed through the apartment.
I felt my teeth clench as I humped him harder. ‘Oh yeah! Uh, uh! Oh yeah!’ I shouted.
I noticed Len frantically wanking himself off. I gave him a cheeky smile and a wink.
‘Tell Len what we fucking did in the bedroom you share with your wife when she was out?’
‘You fisted me.’
‘That’s right. And what did you have on your head?’
‘Your silky smelly red panties!’ he cried.
The sensation and friction made me flood the crotch of my leotard. Pat put his clothes back on, while I went out to freshen up and prepare for Len.
I squeezed into my pair of black silky panties and high gloss black tights. On my top I fixed a satin corset. I smiled as applied more makeup and dropped a red copper wig on my head, cut into a bobbed style. I stepped into a high waist pleated purple tartan skirt and heeled buckle shoes. I stepped back into to the lounge.
‘Where’s Pat?’ I said, resting a hand high on my waist, and arching my leg.
‘I locked him out on the balcony,’ admitted Len.
I smiled. ‘It’s freezing outside,’ I said, taking out a pair of my old suntan tights and pulling them tightly over Len’s face.
‘So what?’ he said.
He took my purple lycra shorts and, with a long swish, eased them over his hunky nylon legs. They were super skintight and form fitting. I leered at him and said, ‘Hope they feel as good as they look on you.’
Pat was watching and wanking from the window. My heels clicked on the flooring as I smiled and slowly stepped over to the balcony door. I bit my lip coyly as I paused on my side of the glass, considering whether to let poor Pat in. I parted my heavily glossed lips seductively and playfully before I sharply pulled the curtains closed, and returned to Len. I placed my arms around him, as he took me by the waist.
‘Pat may have big cock but he’s so fucking boring,’ I said. I looked at Len solemnly. ‘If there’s one cock that I want to be plunged up my tight arsehole tonight, it’s going to be yours,’ I said, before we fell into a passionate kiss, which made my wig slide to one side. We paused. I straightened my wig. I noticed the music. We gently danced for a while. I smiled serenely over his shoulder, so privileged to be in the arms of this hunky mature man, and dressed for him like this. Inside my knickers and tights, I could sense my arsehole twitching for the sensation of his thick cock.
‘We should leave that poor prick on the balcony all night,’ I suggested, a flash of glee in my eyes, as we rocked to the romantic music. I could feel Len’s massive cock pressing against my nylon thigh. I closed my eyes, as I imagined it filling my mouth. I leant to his ear and whispered, ‘Because I’m in a charitable mood, I might even open the curtain slightly, so poor Pat can see what he’s missing,’ I added. This knowledge prompted another strong kiss. My hands smoothed and gripped his arse.
After the music finished we sat down on the sofa with our wine. I carefully crossed my leg with the swish of mesh, giving him a good eyeful of my glimmering thigh. I asked him if he had remembered to bring his barrister wig. He reached for a box on the table and took it out. I looked at it with fascination, as I caressed it. ‘Very classy,’ I said. ‘May I?’ I carefully fixed it over his head. ‘Oh my. How masterful and dignified it makes you look,’ I smiled.
We made small talk for a little while about his former career as a barrister. I found it intriguing. I tucked my nylon legs under my arse on the sofa, as he regaled me with some tales of his former occupation. My eyes were wide with interest and my panties were moist, in the presence of this hunk whose legs and arse were packed into my purple lycra shorts over his black tights. I giggled flirtatiously in all the right places, sometimes letting my hand fall on his lycra thigh.
‘I have to know something,’ I said delicately, taking his hand. ‘Did you ever, you know, get someone sent down who didn’t deserve it, just because you didn’t like them?’
Len’s smile stretched his stocking mask.
‘Oh go on,’ I teased. ‘Please tell me!’
‘But that would go against professional ethics,’ he said.
I shifted my legs from under me and carefully put the glass on the coffee table. I crossed my legs and smoothed my glossy thigh.
‘Oh darling, do you really think when your cock’s in my mouth, that I give a hot shit about professional ethics? The last thing that’ll be on my mind, when I get home and I’m wringing out my knickers after you’ve drenched in your hot cum all over them, will be some loser in the slammer,’ I said as my smile transformed into a look of calculated lust.
‘You really are a dirty bitch,’ he said.
‘You should prosecute me for being a panty pervert,’ I said. ‘Sentence me to sit on your mouth, three fucking times a week, for twenty years!’
I looked at him with a daring smirk on my lips.
We fell into a passion kiss. My glossy lips parted his nylon mouth, as his hands went up my skirt and smoothed and stroked my tight panties.
‘Oh my Len!’ I panted.
He pushed me onto my back, as I smoothed and gripped his arse in his lycra.
‘You dirty cow, you would do it as well. You’d really do it,’ he seethed.
‘And more, so much more!’ I panted. ‘Oh Len, I really have to hump your arse!’
I jumped up, took my skirt off, as Len lay on his front. His arse shimmered in the tight lycra. I positioned myself on top of him, in my tights and panties, and expertly ground my hard cock into his encased arse. My arse bobbed frantically up and down, as I breathed heavily in his ear. ‘Oh yeah, leave your wife for me and I will dutifully sit on your face any time you fucking want. There won’t be a day that I won’t wear immaculate tights and panties for you, that I won’t lie in your arms and kiss the hours away, or that your hard cock won’t stir my arsehole red raw! Do you understand?’
The friction between my nylon crotch on his lycra arse was fucking unreal! Ooh I could feel the stretch of my tight knickers under my glossy tights. My determined thrusts were also making my wig slip over my eyes. My eyes darted with wild lust. ‘There won’t be a day where your nose goes without my arsehole, where you won’t wake up and see me greeting you in my incandescent lycra leggings and aerobics leotard. There won’t be a day that goes by without you flooding my mouth with your cum. There won’t be a man on our street who won’t want to give me the fucking I so richly deserve, that I already get from you. Every fucking night! In tights, Len. In tights! In tights! And get this, there won’t be a minute that I won’t yearn to suck your big cock through the tights I make you wear! Now do you understand how I really feel about you, my darling!’
Len shifted under me. We changed positions, and he got on top of me, pinning me on my front. I gasped as I felt his rock hard cock in his lycra pumping my arse in my knickers.
‘You dirty, little slut!’ he seethed. ‘As soon as my back was turned you’d be offering your tight arse to every pervert out there!’
‘Not every pervert!’ I panted.
‘I know what you’re like, I’ve seen the way you relish all those men wanking over you on xhamster,’ he said.
‘Only the ones who dress in lycra and encase themselves in shiny pantyhose! I block all those miserable flaccid cock profiles,’ I confessed.
‘And I bet that gives you a thrill, does it?’
‘Absolutely. Honestly, you should see me, curled up in my leotard and tights on the sofa, yawning at the boring chancers, as I fart for my own pleasure!’ I giggled
Len’s thrusts were more violent. I can’t tell you how liberating it was, feeling the weight of this man on my back, with his hard cock pumping my arse through my panties, listening to my vicious and kinky truths. I couldn’t wait to tell my followers this story, hoping they would gush in their wives’ tights.
‘Aren’t you even ashamed of the way you dress and act, for strange men to jerk themselves off over you?’ seethed Len.
‘I’m only sorry that their wives’ aren’t aware of their husbands secret late night desires. I just know they’d be envious that their hard cocks were for me! Speaking of which…I need your hard cock! I need it now! In my mouth, Len!’ I scrambled off the sofa and went to the balcony doors, where I opened the curtain.
‘What are you doing?’ said Len, as he got to his feet, his hard cock bulging in his lycra shorts.
‘I really need to show poor Pat how I feel about you.’
I squatted down, surely giving Pat a good eyeful of how my black tights hugged my silky black panties. ‘Oh, Len, darling. Let’s swap wigs.’
Len exchanged my copper wig for his barrister wig. My slutty face in makeup, framed by the barrister wig seemed to make him harder. I looked up at him as I traced my tongue over his huge lycra shaft. Sometimes I’d look around at Pat, as I kissed Len’s lycra compressed balls. ‘Imagine I’m the barrister and you’re the smooth criminal. Ooh, and you’ve done very, very naughty things,’ I said, as I placed kisses on his shaft and pressed my nose under his balls, to sniff. ‘Oh I’ve read the case notes, and the bad things you did. I creamed my panties over you.’ I sniffed again. ‘Fuck, your lycra is sweaty,’ I grinned.
Knowing that Pat could see this, as well as the view of my shapely arse packed into my gleaming knickers and tights, gave me a thrill. By now I had whipped Len’s stiff prick out of his lycra and was on it, deeply sucking him, as I looked at him with devotion. I briefly turned round and glanced at Pat, my mouth full of cock. I then knelt down, resting my arse on the back of my heels, as I took Len’s prick in my hands and worked his prick in and out of my mouth making om, om, om sounds. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him up my arse. I got up, and pulled my tights and knickers to my ankles, and poked my arse out. I pouted, as Len eased his prick up my smooth arsehole. Within seconds, he was expertly shafting me. What a sight I must have looked. There I was, my knees pressed together, my arse sticking out, knickers down to my ankles, and my hysterical expressions, under the barrister wig! And behind me, gripping my hips, getting into a sweat, in a copper wig and black stocking mask, was this hunky, mature man, buggering me senseless.
‘Shag me, shag me, Len! Oh yes, give it to me! I’m your tighty tight sissy, tighty tighty sissy!’ I heard my heels sc**** the floor, as he shagged me with more determination. Few things could beat the feeling of being dressed like this for a man’s hard cock. I never tired of it, never got bored of this desire. The moment Len and I found each other, I knew there was only one way it would go. The fact was, ever since I first saw him, I longed for him to see my panties and tights stretched to the limit. What’s more I wanted to sit on his face like that, and for him to drench my tight arse with his naked lust. I quickly drew away and asked him to lie down.
‘I have to cum, Polly. I must cum!’ he cried, as he watched me pulling my tights and panties up.
‘You will, darling. I promise you will cum like you’ve never cum before. There’s something I need to do first,’ I gasped, as I lowered my encased arse on his stocking face. Len didn’t hesitate in sniffing me. ‘Sniff, sniff!’ I cried. Pat wasn’t only watching but he was wanking more frantically. I smiled self-assuredly, as I heard the sound of my silky swish grinding, on Len’s nose. After about twenty minutes, I swivelled around and straddled his cock. ‘I need to look in your eyes, as you drench my tights,’ I said. I rode and ground my arse against him, as my eyes penetrated his nylon mask to look at him. ‘I love you,’ I said. ‘You know this is what you’ve always wanted,’ I declared. Within seconds, not only did my wig tumble off my head, but Len violently flooded my tight panties with a tidal wave of spunk. It was so strong that I’m sure it must have penetrated the layers of silk and nylon. I fell into his comforting arms and relaxed my head on his chest, to recover. I curled into him and smiled serenely.
‘Never in my life have I met someone as filthy as you. Never have I cum like that, or have been so hard,’ he panted. ‘I think I love you too,’ he said. After some minutes, resting, we became aware of someone knocking on the window.
‘Pat!’ I smiled. ‘He’s still out there.’
‘I’ll tell him to go,’ said Len.
‘I need a shower,’ I said, as I got up and carefully took off my tights and knickers.. I held the sopping nylon between my fingers. ‘Give these to Pat, as a parting gift,’ I said, before taking a shower.
In the shower I sang. I felt so pleased with myself. When I finished I put a fresh pair of suntan tights and white ankle socks, with my buckle shoes. I put a short blue skirt on and my black sweater. Len was still in the purple, but stained, lycra shorts when I came in. He had taken his mask and wig off. We exchanged smiles, as I packed my bag. ‘I’ll drive you to the station,’ he said.
‘Thanks.’
‘We have to do this again,’ he said.
I fixed my copper wig on and posed with a hand on my hip.
‘Absolutely. I was yours from the moment you looked at me.’
Cheryl
- 12.01.2023
- 17
- 0
